by MIMI WILDE
He pressed her down harder into her soft bed as he unzipped himself. His hard cock jutted out and touched the back of her thighs, leaving a wet trail. He moved closer behind her and his cock head pressed her wet, aching slit.
“Oh Lord,” she groaned, as he started to push into her.
It had been so long and he was so big. It was almost like she was a virgin again. He stretched her painfully as he pushed into her half- way, but this time she didn’t fight to escape. Instead, she pushed back against him. His cock slipped deeper. She cried out. He was just so big. Still, she didn’t fight. She pushed back again, and his cock slipped deeper into her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I need it so bad. Fuck me.”
He drove into her with one savage thrust. She screamed as his prick filled her. He was so fucking big. Unlike before, he didn’t give her a lot of time to get used to him. He pulled back and thrust again, and it seemed his cock head was sliding into her stomach. But after the third time he thrust so violently into her, she started to get into his rhythm. Her pussy walls stretched to accommodate him and she started to get those good feelings.
“That’s right, baby,” she moaned. “Fuck me like that. Make me your woman.”
He thrust harder and faster and it didn’t take long before she was gasping for breath and shoving her ass back to meet his thrusting cock. Her juices soaked his prick. He was making a wet sound as he slid into her.
“I’m coming, baby,” she moaned. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
She twisted all over the bed as the sweet spasms rocked her. He kept thrusting, his cock growing bigger inside her. For the first time in her life she felt as if she truly belonged to another human being. His cock conquered her. She knew for certain she would never desire another cock as long as she could have Bob’s.
“Feel my cum, baby,” he said. “Feel my fucking cum.”
He slammed into her again and his cock spurted inside her, another river of cum that filled her pussy and leaked out onto her thighs and the bed beneath. It had been so fast, so savage, and so complete. And she knew she had given more than her body to Bob. In that powerful moment of climax, she gave him her everything.
…..
Bob lived in California and it was going to be a long drive, but she didn’t mind. She snuggled up against him in his black BMW as he drove and he idly played with her knee.
“I don’t understand something,” she said. “I thought you were a truck driver.”
Bob laughed. “I own a trucking company. I let someone else run it for a while because I wanted to be by myself. Driving over the road helped me. Until I met you. Then I realized I needed something more.”
“I want to give you something more,” she promised.
At the table of a restaurant where they stopped, she thought of another question. He was sipping coffee after finishing off a piece of apple pie.
“How can you be sure you got all the pictures?” she said.
I’m sure,” he said. His face got a little red and he looked away from her.
“How can you be sure,” she insisted.
“I’m not sure you would appreciate the answer,” he said.
“We can’t have secrets,” she said.
“All right,” he nodded. “I was angry. I was very angry. The more I learned how those men had treated you, and all because you had a good heart… well, I thought they deserved something in return. Tit for tat.”
“Tit for tat?” she asked, puzzled.
“I figured William Davis was the leader and so it should be him that paid the most. So after, I had my conversation with him, I went to see his wife. She was a pretty little thing. Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes,” Betty said.
“I took her the pictures. I told her everything. It turned out she has a furious temper. And she’s also a vengeful bitch. She said if he wanted some pictures, she’d take some pictures. So she let me take them. Every position imaginable. And it turns out she likes it in the ass."Even a man as big as me.”
“In the ass?” Betty said stupidly.
“Yeah. I’m afraid I helped her with that too. Then we called her husband home and we showed him the pictures. He was sick and scared. He thought he would be a laughing stock in town.”
Betty nodded her head. “Yes, with him that would be important. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.”
“So we made an agreement. He gave me the few pictures he was holding from out of the party, and I agreed to keep his embarrassment off the internet. I still have the pictures, but I think he’ll be good from now on.”
“I think so too,” Betty said.
“And then I went to see Charles’s wife for good measure. Is she a pig? But I don’t think Charles’s life is going to be very happy for now on.”
“It wasn’t very happy before,” Betty said.
“Are you feeling sorry for them?” Bob asked.
“In a way,” she said.
“You do have a soft heart, Betty,” he said. “But it’s one of the things I love about you.”
“And I bet I know all the other things you love,” she said.
He paid for the meal and they went outside laughing.
They stayed the night in a nice motel along the highway. They had supper in a lounge next door and even danced to some of the music. Betty had a few beers. She felt happy as they walked back to their room, holding hands like teenage lovers.
In the room, he kissed her hard, his tongue in her mouth. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were shining.
“I want to make you happy,” she said.
“You do,” he said.
“I want to do everything that makes you happy,” she whispered.
She pulled him over to the bed. Beer always made her feel lightheaded, but now she knew it was more than the beer. It was her strong feeling for Bob. She went down on her knees between his legs and started frantically tugging at his zipper. Bob helped her by undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down. She stripped off his boxer shorts.
His beautiful cock was only half-hard. She lifted it in her fingers but she could immediately feel it getting stiff. She licked the purplish head. She licked down the soft underside of his cock to his balls. She licked and sucked on both his balls for a few moments and then slid her tongue back up to his cock head again. He was stiff now, and throbbing hotly in her hand.
She opened her mouth and took half his cock inside her lips. His throbbing cock felt good to her. She sucked him deeper. She could sense Bob’s surprise that she was able to get him so deep into her mouth, and then his astonishment that she could take him even deeper.
“Nobody’s ever taken it all, baby,” he said. “Nobody.”
She felt such a rush of pleasure that she was able to do something for him nobody else had ever done. She did not gag at all as she took him all the way to his balls. His cock was in her throat so deep that she should have felt panic, but instead she felt only a sense of accomplishment.
“Damn, nobody has done this,” he said.
She sucked him fiercely, an up and down moment of her head that drew him deep into her throat and then out again. She gagged a couple of times, but she kept bobbing her head and his cum leaked into the mouth and out of the sides of her mouth in a white bubbly froth.
He groaned in complaint as she lifted her head.
“Did you like it in her ass?” Betty said.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“You said she took you in the ass?”
“You mean that guy’s wife. Yes. She liked it in the ass.”
“But did you?”
“Of course I did,” he said.
“I’m not a virgin anywhere else but I’m a virgin there,” she said. “I’d like to give you my virginity.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Another time and Bob might have been reluctant because they both knew it was going to hurt, but her sucking his cock had gotten him s
o excited he couldn’t control himself. He needed relief. She stood up between his legs and she quickly undressed.
“I don’t know exactly how you want me,” she said.
“I’ve got some Vaseline in my bag,” he said. “Just a moment.”
He didn’t have to grease his cock up because he was still glistening from her spit, but he had her kneel on the bed and he put a finger coated with Vaseline into her ass. He loosened her up for two fingers and then three. Then he did put a little more Vaseline on his cock.
“Baby, be sure about this,” he said, as he pressed close to her from behind.
“I have to do this for you,” Betty said.
He worked his fingers in and out of her asshole for a while and then he took his fingers out. His fat cock head pressed against her anus and she shivered. He leaned against her and started slowly working his prick into her.
It was bad, but not as bad as she feared. She bit her lip as he pushed. Her insides felt as if they were on fire. The pressure of his big cock finally forced apart the entrance to her asshole and he popped in. She wanted to beg him to take it out, but she bit her lip even harder. He started asking her if she was okay as he worked his cock deeper into her. She wasn’t okay. She didn’t think she would be okay again, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she lifted her ass a little higher to draw him in deeper.
It seemed to take forever before his cock got half-way into her. She put her head down on the bed and lifted up even more. She offered herself as a pagan sacrifice to his penetrating cock. She wanted him to be happy even if it killed her.
For a while she was afraid it might.
He pressed and his cock went deeper into her. He was more than half-way. He was past the point of no return. He moved again and finally it seemed as if all resistance gave way and his fat cock penetrated her all the way to his balls.
“Oh fucking yeah, baby,” he moaned.
She bit harder on her lip and tears filled her eyes, but they were not unhappy tears. She didn’t care how much it hurt. She was satisfying him. She was giving him something she had not given to anyone else. It was special.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck my ass, baby.”
He remained still for as long as he could to let her get used to it. But the feeling of her tight ass around his cock was more than he could bear. He finally started thrusting into her forcefully. His cock made a slapping sound as he thrust into her. He went slowly, at first, but then he increased speed.
She was not really getting used to it, but the discomfort grew less as he pounded her.
“I can do this,” she said to herself.
She started pushing back.
“Fuck my ass,” she yelled. “Fuck me hard.”
He lost control completely. Harder and harder he slammed into her and then he gave a cry that sounded like a wounded animal. He slammed into her one last time and his prick began to spew into her insides. It seemed to take him forever to come. His body shook with violent passion. He finally shook one last time like a dog shaking off water drops, and then he collapsed onto the bed beside her. He was gasping for breath and he looked as if he had just run a marathon.
A little awkwardly and stiffly, she got off the bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned to him, she had a wash rag. He was nearly asleep. His breathing had gotten back to normal. She carefully cleaned his cock with her wash rag and then she leaned over and gave his prick a loving kiss.
“Baby, you didn’t come,” he said softly, his voice still thick with sleep.
She snuggled into his arms and listened to the sound of his breathing deepen as he drifted back into sleep.
“There’s plenty of time for me,” she said.
THE FRIENDLY WITCH
Star looked up as the tiny bell above her shop began to jingle. A tall, skinny young man with shaggy blond and blue eyes hesitantly entered her store. She wasn’t surprised. She had sensed him wanting to come in. In fact, he had walked back and forth in front of the front door several times before he made up his mind. His aura seemed very healthy so Star suspected it could only be one thing. She was right. He made his way immediately to the shelf that advertised the different love potions.
Of course it was all nonsense. The love potions on her shelf were all manufactured by a factory in Idaho and contained little more than sugar and colored water. Putting a real love potion on her shelf could have been dangerous, and Star did not believe in manufactured love. The real long-lasting love affairs did not come from chemicals.
Still, it was obvious the young man needed help.
“Do these things really work?” the young man asked her.
He held up a bottle shaped like a heart with the words love connection written on the label. The label promised that one sip would make a man appear more attractive to the ladies. Star sighed. A bottle of sugar water wasn’t going to help him. The young man needed grooming and self-confidence, and perhaps a class in fashion.
“You’re an intelligent young man, James,” Star said. “Do you really believe there’s something in a bottle that will win Tara’s love?”
He looked stunned for a moment. He put the bottle back on the shelf. He stepped closer to the counter and took his first real look at Star. His mouth dropped open a little. He might have been in love with a girl named Tara, but he was still male and males were attracted to Star. Star was a petite, busty girl with long black hair and nearly black eyes. She had on nearly black lipstick and dark eye shadow. Her fingernails were painted black. In her shop she generally wore a tight, sheath skirt that was low cut in front, revealing plenty of cleavage. She looked somewhat dangerous as well as sexy. She had adopted the look from the cover of a record disk featuring a female punk rocker.
James tore his eyes reluctantly away from her cleavage and looked back at her face. “If it’s nonsense, how can you sell the stuff?”
“Because everybody knows its nonsense,” Star said. “Do you really think you could purchase an actual love tonic for a dollar? Oh, no, young man, love tonics cost far more than a dollar. I think they might cost more than you’re willing to pay.”
“I’m willing to pay a lot,” he said bitterly. “And hold on a moment. How did you know my name? You said James. And you know about Tara.”
Star smiled. “I know a great deal.”
He looked down at her cleavage again. “The name on your shop is the Friendly Witch. Are you the friendly witch?”
“I own the shop,” she said.
“And just how friendly are you?” he asked.
Star’s smile faded, and her eyes glittered dangerously. “Don’t be impudent. I’ll turn you into a frog.”
He tried to smile as if he knew she was joking, but deep down she knew he was suddenly frightened of her. Of course he did not believe she could actually turn him into a frog, and yet …
“I guess you can’t help me if your potions don’t work,” he said.
“I didn’t say that, James,” she said. “Some of my potions work very well indeed.”
Tara McKinley finished off the last of her pizza and the last sip of beer and pressed her leg against the leg of her date. They were in a booth near the window of Lou’s pizza, and she was starting to think her date just might get lucky. He was a handsome guy, big and broad-shouldered, and a top dog in the office, and it had been a while since she’d been laid. She pressed her leg a little tighter against his.
“Brock, why don’t we go back to your apartment and watch some television,” she suggested.
Brock put one massive arm around her shoulders and drew her to him. He kissed her hard on the lips.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said. “Let’s go back to my place and I’ll fuck your brains out.”
Tara stiffened. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but she disliked boys who were so obvious. Being a little romantic wouldn’t hurt. And he was behaving as if her giving into him was a done deal. It wasn’t.
“I think I’ve changed my mind,” she said.
He looked at her in disbelief. “I don’t think so. I’ve spent good money on you. I paid for the movie and popcorn and now beer and pizza and baby, I’m going to get something for my trouble.”
Tara shook her head, and wondered why she constantly ended up with the cavemen types. “What you’ll get for your trouble, you won’t like unless you let me out of this booth right now.”
He looked as if he was going to argue but finally he reluctantly stood and let her out of the booth. He reached for her as she slipped past him, but she managed to avoid his groping hands. She suddenly wondered how she could ever have found him attractive. He had an ugly monkey-like expression.
She hurried outside but almost as soon as she opened the door, the rain started. She could have walked home but not in the rain. Instead she hailed a cab. She was lucky to have found one so quickly. The driver was unusual, though. Not many gorgeous young women drove taxis, especially one with such strange eyes. They were almost black and Tara got the sense they were looking right through her. She straightened up in her seat and pulled her short skirt down to her knees. Something about the taxi driver made her very nervous.
“I’ve got one more customer,” the driver said.
She started to protest but then the back door opened and a young man she recognized got into the back seat beside her. James Allen worked with her at the market research center. He seemed a very nice, but shy, unassuming young man. She had felt his eyes on her more than once and half-expected him to ask her out, but he never had. Perhaps it was because of his shyness.
It was just as well because he was definitely not her type, and she wouldn’t have wanted to see the disappointment in his eyes when she refused.
The rain was coming down a lot harder now as the driver started the taxi.
James politely asked her about her date and she told him as little about it as possible. The truth was she was suddenly embarrassed. She knew the reputation her date had around the office.
“And did you have a date?” she asked James, quickly changing the subject.