mashed her big ass cheeks against the side of the tub and her wet cunt against his face. She tasted good to him, sweet as honey. And even though she was tightening her muscles and closing up her hole, he knew it was only a matter of time until the juices would start to flow.
He ground his nose and upper lip against her clitoris while he reamed her pussy with the hard length of his tongue. He would swirl the tip around and around the gooey walls and then ram it as far up her channel as it would go.
The action was doing a job on both of them. Phil's cock was up hard in his pants. The head was throbbing against his navel and hurting like hell as it tried to crawl under the tightness of his belt buckle.
He let go of her body with one arm and undid his pants. They slid easily down his legs to his ankles and he kicked them off. He was just rolling his shorts down, wrestling them around the long pole of his cock, when Louise pulled her legs up, got the balls of her feet against his shoulders, and shoved with all her might. He rocketed across the room and sprawled in a corner by the toilet.
She jumped, wringing wet, from the tub and went into the bedroom. Rather than inhibiting him, the proportions of her tall body, with its huge, bouncing tits and ass cheeks only made his cock harder and more lustful for her.
By the time he got through the door, she had donned a pair of lounging pajamas and stood in the middle of the room.
Goddamn, Phil thought, as he reached her and cupped her ass in his strong hands, she was one hell of a woman. His face, standing in front of her, was buried between the fleshy melons of her breasts. The silky material covering them had soaked up the moisture from her skin and it stuck to her tits like a second skin.
Louise gaped in amazement when she suddenly felt herself being wrestled to the bed. Phil threw her down and crawled up on top of her.
He held her face in his hands as she tried to twist away. He kissed her hard, then moved his hands down to cup her supple buttocks so sensuously covered with the thin silk.
Louise mumbled and moaned unintelligibly under the pressure of his insistent mouth. Slowly he hard her protesting grunts turn softer as he continued to tongue-fuck her mouth. His cock was still trapped in his shads, throbbing painfully. It pounded against her quivering belly. He moved down a little and found the mound of her cunt with his prick. He could hear the breath catching in her throat as he ground his straining cock against her though the silky material.
As he pulled his face away from hers and reached one hand up to capture a luscious tit, she bit his lip.
'Goddamn you,' she hissed, still squirming beneath him.
'What's the difference if we fuck tomorrow night at the beach house, or tonight, right here?'
'Who says we were gonna fuck tomorrow night at all?' she spat into his face.
'I thought this was supposed to be a try at getting back together?'
'It is. But I don't know if I'm gonna give you any, until I'm sure you can handle it.'
'You bitch. You pass it around to everyone else!'
'Sure I do… but not to you. That's your punishment, Phil, for making a whore out of me.'
She pushed him from her and leapt from the bed. He followed her, full of anger now, and cut her off at the door.
She backed again to the center of the room and stood glaring at him.
She was as beautiful as ever, and through the silky material Phil could see all the equipment he so desired. High proud tits, pointed firm nipples, and the matted triangle of pussy hair between wide, fully flared hips formed a dancing picture of exquisite beauty, lustful beauty before his eyes.
'I love you, Louise,' he growled, and pulled her back into his arms.
He kissed her and felt her warmth melt against his body as he cupped one of her tits in his hand. The nipple through the cloth tickled his palm, and he felt the excess of her huge breast squeeze out across her chest. He sucked greedily on her tongue when she rammed it into his mouth.
And then her knee came up, hard, between his legs, barely missing his balls. He pushed her away, barely missing her face with an open-handed slap.
'You bitch!'
'Get out, Phil.'
'Like hell I will!'
Now he let all the lust of his emotion boil into anger. It surged like a volcano throughout his body.
Suddenly, Louise realized his intent, recognized the red flow of blood in his face and the hate stamped into his tightly clenched jaws.
'You bastard,' she rasped, making a move toward him and then deciding against it.
She backed from him, slowly at first, and then faster as his pace quickened. Too late, she tried to turn from his grasping arms. With one hand he held her lightly by the throat. With the other he backhanded her across the face – first once, then twice. She wrenched from his grip, tears streaming from her eyes in pain, and ran stumbling across the room.
Quickly, he caught her. Wrapping a hand in the material above her tits, he gave one powerful pull and shredded the gown from her body.
The sight of her perfect nudity added sensual excitement to the feigned hate and anger already consuming him.
She stood moaning in pain before him. He wound his hand in her hair, jerking her head back. With his other hand, he one-by-one squeezed and pulled her arched titties as if to remove them completely from her body.
Suddenly, the groaning from Louise's throat became a sighing, a rasping desire of lust mixed with the emotion and pleasure of pain.
'Oh, yeah… yes! God, yes!' she hissed.
The body beneath his hands no longer jerked in spasms of fear. It trembled, quivering, and squirmed in rapt anticipation.
'I could kill you easily now,' he said, his smile evil as he looked down on her helpless, but desirable form, naked and alluring in passion.
'But you won't,' she rasped.
'No… but close, very close.'
Again he pummeled her body, searching for areas still unmarked by his vicious hands. He threw her to the floor, but she raised herself to her knees and began clawing at him.
'You've got to me, dammit. Don't stop!'
Her voice was a combination of pain and hot, ecstatic stabs of delight. She caressed the hard bulge she found in the front of his shorts as he stood, motionless, before her.
Suddenly, caught up in the passion of the moment, Phil found his own belt in his hands and saw her spread herself before him on the thick rug.
The gleaming wide hips were outlined clearly against the darker rug. He held the belt by the buckle and swung it with all his strength, slashing it across her bare butt cheeks. The only sounds she made were those of pleasure, of infinite ecstasy. Again and again he struck, his arm cracking the leather against her skin. His fury mounted with each new stroke.
'Scream, damn you! Goddamn you, whore, bitch, scream… scream!' he shouted down at her, his face a mask of passion and fury.
Louise turned over on her back, arms extended from her body, her legs spread wide so that he could clearly see the perfect pink line running downward between her hairy cuntlips.
'Make me scream, stud! Make me scream!' she rasped, a smile of masochistic lust on her red lips.
She closed her eyes and waited, muscles tensing under her skin, for the leather's sting.
Phil stood staring, panting, down at her body, alternately white and gold where the sun had tanned it, and all over a red swell where his hands and the belt had done their work. The tips of her tits pointed up at an angle away from each other. They heaved and arched as she breathed. Heavy thighs and legs molded into full, quivering hips and a flat belly.
'Do it, dammit! Hurry! Do IT!' she shouted, her eyes flaming, alight with the same ardor and passion she saw in his.
The belt whistled as it flew through the air to smack across her tits and nipples. Then she screamed, loud
