easily he was carrying her. Not only that, but how sexy it was to be carried the way he was carrying her. Every time he took a dep, his cock rode down, then back up inside of her fuck-hole.
She was kissing him like crazy when he reached the bed and went into it on his knees. Slowly, he lowered her to her back and came down over her without missing a stroke of his wonderfully thick cock into her cumt-hote.
Frank worked his hands out from under her sctuirming ass and pushed himself up until his arms were straight. The new position pressed his weight into her snatch and Lyn wiggled lasciviously, rubbing her spread pussy agifinst his crotch. His hips moved effortlessly, sliding his cock in and out of her clmdng twat at a steady tempo.
Her eyes fluttered open and she bated a hand, brushing her fingertips over his cheek. 'I just love it,' she munnured.
'What? Fucking?'
'Fucking you,' she amended.
He lowered himself to his elbows and closed his hands over her heaving tits, then ducked his head and kissed her. The tempo with which he was en feeding his cock to her hungry cunt increased and n Lyn worked her hips more wantonly around under Ln his as she started racing him to see who was going en to cam fifit.
'Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!' she moaned under his demanding mouth. He tweaked her nipples and roried the puffy spheres about. Lyn raked at his e; back with her nails and beat a tattoo on his calves en with her heels as she fucked him back as lewdly as he was fucking her. She was on the verge of cummmg. Her stomach was nuttering as she heaved her trim ass up to meet the descent of his thick cock into her tight twat.
From the heaviness of his breathing, Lyn knew Frank couldn't be far behind her.
She wanted him to cam at the shame time she did. Lyn still believed the myth that mutual orgasm was better them her cumming before or after Frank had gotten his gun. She ground her wet pussy agiunst his loims, no longer ashamed of the sctuishy sounds that filled the small bedroom as his cock rode steadily in and out of her cunt- hole.
Suddenly, he froze. His cock jumped inside of her md then he was spurting his Jim into the depths of her fuck-hole. Lyn cried out agiunst his mouth as she started cummmg hefielf. Their fluids combined and oozed out of her tw'at, trickling down the crack of her ass to puddle under her sctuimmimg buttocks.
Frank conapsed over her as she let her legs fall away from his hips. They lay there, mouths pressed together, breathing through their nostrils as their bodies shuddered.
'Thank you,' Lyn whispered when they had finally regained control of themselves and separated.
'For what?' he asked.
'Teaching me that sex is good, not like the way it was with those other men.'
'It'n get better, I promise you,' he replied.
Lyn didn't know how it could, but she believed him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lyr: was smiling to herself as she moved down the sliest. Her hand went up to her head and touched her hair and she wondered how Frank was going to react to the new style. A few hours earlier, her new girl friend, Connie Rizzillo, had cut her shoulder-lenr5th hair into a tight cap, close across her forehead and fringed along the side of her face.
Connie's father worked in the slime shop that Framk did. Lyn thought it funny that both Frank and her father were in electronics, but it didn't bother her. Framk was a repauman on real technical stuff her father was a salesman. And Frisk talked to her about his work her father hadn't.
Brocton was great. Everybody accepted bet and amp;ought it was great that Framk had something to occupy his time when he wasn't at work.
Apparently, he had been drmWng a lot before she'd shown up now he restricted himself to one, at the most two, beers-a night. The landlady had even agreed to let Frisk move out before his lease was up because he had to get a two bedroom sty apartment. Everybody thought he was sleeping on the bving-room couch.
Her tits bounced freely under her tank top and her legs made her short skirt swish as she strode down the street. She didn't know why she was going back to the apartment it was the night Frank worked late. But Connie had had- a date and Lyn had left her getting ready for it.
That was something she was going to hays to talk to Fank about-dating. She had told Connie she'd had a thing going with a guy at home and was waiting to see if he was going to write to her. When he didn't, Connie was going to start trying to fix her up wi amp; guys. It would look funny if she didn't start going out with guys her age. She hoped Frank would understand amp;at she didn't want to, but that she felt she had to, in order to keep people from wondering about her and him.
Lyn was so engrossed in her thoughts amp;at she didn't notice the man hurrying after her until he was beside her. Then, suddenly, he had her hand in his in a way amp;at caused pain to shoot through her, plan so severe that she couldn't even cry out.
'I was beginning to think Harry Babne was mistaken when he said he saw you up here,' her father said. He steered her around the corner and down the block. 'Now, I'm glad I drove up here and hung around an day. You just walk along casually, and I won't hurt you. You give me any trouble and you'd be sorry.'
She choked back a sob and tried to say sobering. but he made amp;e pain increase. 'No noise out of you, understand?' Dumbly, her eyes fined with tears, amp;e girl nodded. i'~aiifway down the block was a motel. Her father steered her into the driveway and amp;en into a room. Outside, there was a roar of traffic and Lyn realized amp;ey were adjacent to amp;e main highway.
Once the door was closed and locked, her father released her hand, spun her around and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble. ъ'Daddy!' Lyn protested. He had never struck her before.
'Shut up, where,' he snarled as his hand slapped her oner cheek. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he slainmed a fist into her stomach, doubiing her over. Whiiie she was retching and trying to get her bees amp;, he folded a handkerchief and jammed it into her mouth, then puked it back and tied it tightly behind her head, gagging her effectively. ъ'I didn't think anyone would hear you if you screamed,' he said, smiling cruelly, ъ'but, why take + chances?' n She looked at him wi amp; bewildered eyes. ъ'Strfp,' he ordered.
Lyn backed away from him. He looked bke her n father, but amp;ere was an expression on his face amp;at she had never seen before, an expression amp;at scared her. She shook her head and looked at him 4 wi amp; pleading nn her eyes. n 'Strip,' he repeated.
When she made no move to obey, he waiiked up n to her. Lyn retreated until he had her in a corner -of of the room. Smiiing the unfamiliar Mae, he reached his hand out slowly and rested it on her shoulder. Still smiiiing, he moved his hand along her shoulder, then dug his thumb into her flesh. The pain was so severe that she rose to her tiptoes in response. ъ-I can hurt you, where, hurt you very badly,' he told her. 'I haven't ready done anything but show you a sample of what I can do. Or maybe you forgot I was a commando?'
Lyn had forgotten.
'Now,' her father said, still speaking softly.
'You will do as I tell you, or I will hurt you. Do you understand?'
She nodded.
'Good. Strip!'
She whimpered behind the gag but caught the bottom of the tank top and tugged, reversing it as she pulled it upward. In a moment, she had it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
'Go ahead,' her father ordered, his eyes not leaving hers.
There was an iciness in his voice that scared her.
For the first bins, Lyn knew that she had to accept the fact that he might be cazy. Numbly, fearful of what was going to happen after she'd obeyed him, but just as fearful of what would happen if she didn't, she undid the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fail to her feet.
'Keep going,' he said im the same cold voice.
Lyn's eyes were filled with tears, but she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pushed them down from her hips until they, too, fell to the floor.
