pulse. She sucked harder until half of it was in her throat, and already she started to gag. No man could have an organ like this, she thought. In all her experience, no one had ever been as big. She held back the choking and proceeded farther, more slowly, to get as much of it as she possibly could deep into her throat.
The tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth. It almost tickled and would have if she had not been so excited. All she could think of was the cock which lay in her mouth as she sucked, rocking her head back and forth, and the lips and tongue that chewed almost child-like at her cunt below.
She flexed the muscles in her thighs. Her attention to the pleasure of her burning body was complete and unhindered. Every touch, every breath was a new sensation. She needed no instruction to open her lips wider, then firmly re-grasp the great massive cock in her mouth. She moaned, 'Mmmmmmm,' with the twitching cock still sunk deep between her sucking cheeks.
Martin had expected the humming. He needn't tell her what pleased him as he had to do with the other girl that night. Darleen started humming up and down a scale of deep-throated notes, vibrating the muscles of her throat against the aching head of his prick.
He ate at her voraciously. The sweet smell and taste of her exuding excitement made him only want more of the delicious nectar. She writhed her hips upward, trying to enclose him with the pink lips of her aching cunt. 'Please, Martin,' she begged. 'Please, now.'
He responded slowly at first, regretful to take his lips from the hot, fiery meal between her legs. She released his cock from her mouth and watched as he suddenly turned around and fell upon her. He held himself above her for a moment, then, with the head already in position he slid his cock along the short length between her clitoris to its pink, open target where it slipped in, unheeded by any obstacle.
She fit him perfectly. His cock found its place as if it were a hand slipping into a tailored glove. There was no room for error. Their bodies were molded to perfection after years of making love to each other. They knew all the tricks that pleased.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as they thrust together, harder and harder in perfect rhythm. Again and again he stroked, hard, long strokes, the massive cock caressing the smooth inner walls of her vagina. The rubbery tip found its mark at her cervix and pummeled it hard as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. The half dark room lit up in strange colors, blinding flashing, mingled with the electrifying shocks that shot through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.
They were both ready. She could feel the rhythmic muscles of her abdomen begin to contract spasmodically. 'Oh, oh, ohhhh!' she panted. The sound of her voice told him she was ready. They would come together as they almost always did. The pressure in his balls was too much.
As if he had been struck by lightning, he jerked forward. His swollen balls burst, with the fiery liquid that they had been holding back for this cataclysmic moment. Sperm shot deep into her cunt, filling her with the warmth of desire that would culminate in a few distant seconds. 'I'm cumming,' he yelled at her between breaths. 'No, I'm cummmmiiinnngggggg!' as the last warm, smooth jets of sperm shot far up into her churning body.
She arched her back. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and almost fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. Her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist. Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness as her orgasm hit. 'I–I, me too, my darling, I'm cummmmiinngggggg, nowwwww!' she screamed as the power of her body unleashed at the moment she had been waiting for all night.
There was no time, no space, no motion in the world, only the unbelievable experience of her climax as she was hit again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body. And then, too soon, it was over, his cock still jerking inside her, slowly deflating and losing its strength. They both lay exhausted. As always, they could hardly move. They had used as much effort as any Olympic champion might when sprinting the last of his race. Every muscle had been strained and used to its limit, every emotion had been attained.
He slid off her and kissed her cheek. He was a man, she thought. Her man! No one else could ever have him like this. Her mind vaguely remembered what she must do to set that young bitch, Janet, up for revenge. Darleen hoped she need not worry about the younger woman, but she would be sure, very sure. She closed her eyes and fell asleep gleefully planning her next move for Janet and Greg Richards.
CHAPTER FIVE
The whole house echoed with the resounding crash of the fallen chinaware plate. Janet's nerves were strung tight in her throat. Every movement, every sound was torture to her. Greg had called ten minutes before to tell her that he was at the airport and would be home soon.
During the last five days that Greg had been gone, five days of psychological torture to Janet, she had broken twelve dishes, hurt herself falling down the stairs, and had left the checkbook in a shambles. She hadn't enough self control to subtract a few simple figures to keep their bank balance straight.
Except for grocery shopping and a trip to the post office to pay the monthly bills, she had not left her house. Most of that time had been spent in the bedroom, where she blankly watched television. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone. The phone hadn't jangled, so she felt safe that Martin had not attempted to call. She couldn't bear the thought of facing him or even talking with him.
She jerked her hand back as she was picking up the pieces of the smashed plate. A small trickle of bright red blood formed into a pool on her finger. She washed the blood under the cold water faucet. At least it's still red, she thought, trying to laugh at her grim humor. As she opened a drawer near the sink looking for a Band-Aid, tears began to swell in her eyes.
'But what about my mind,' she said aloud to herself. 'What about my miserable mind!'
She could hardly see the small cut through the cloud of tears. Oh, what have I done? How am I going to tell Greg? Her mind raced as she fastened the sticky Band-Aid to her finger. How could he have lied to me for so long? And now, now… must I lie to him? Oh, God, I just don't know what to do.
She bent down and swept the last of the broken china into a dustpan. 'Honey, I'm home,' her husband's voice yelled from the front door. 'Where are you? I… oh, hiding in the kitchen, huh,' he said, poking his dark curly head through the open door. 'Break something?' he asked.
'Just a plate. Would you like a drink?' Her eyes remained on the small pile in the dustpan. She didn't dare look at him for a moment. Her reddened eyes would have given her away. She couldn't let him know that she had been crying. He would ask too many questions.
'Dinner is ready,' is all she could muster. 'It's only leftovers, but there's plenty for both of us. Why don't you fix yourself a drink…'
'What's this? No kiss for the conquering hero?'
'I'm sorry, Greg. I… I'm all wet and dirty. Please sit down and tell me about your trip,' she said, but not really wanting to hear what had transpired in Dallas. As far as she was concerned, his whole job was a lie, their whole life was in danger of becoming a lie. If the company knew what he was doing, she thought, they would be on the street in five minutes and he would be in jail only a moment later. We're living on the brink of disaster and there is no way out, she thought, fighting back the tears.
Greg fixed them both a drink in the living room as she prepared to bring dinner to the already set table. She stood at the door with a platter of cold chicken in hand, braced herself, then swung the door open, a forced smile on her face and walked to the dining room.
'Next May,' he said, choosing a drumstick from the platter. 'Next May I will be in line for the regional directorship of the entire West Coast. What do you think of that?'
How could you, she thought as she forced herself to smile. 'Oh, Greg, that's wonderful. Does that mean we can move somewhere else?'
He answered her question quickly then started talking about all the opportunity that was in store for them. He talked all through dinner about the raise in salary and prestige and all the benefits they would receive in the coming months.
He was still talking as he helped her clear the table and pulled a coin from his pocket once they were in the kitchen. 'Heads you wash,' he said, 'and tails I do.'
Janet watched the coin flip into the air and fall tails up. Greg started filling the sink while she stood by,
