bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. 'Oh my God,' I yelled. 'You're going to rip me apart!'
'No, no, baby,' he whispered hotly in my ear as he hunched over me, mercilessly fucking me. 'That's the beauty of being dog-fucked by a giant prick like mine. It just feels that way. You get all the thrills of feeling like you're being fucked to death, only you wake up the next morning as good as new, ready to go again. Actually your cunt was just made for a cock like mine. A big, thick cock. Your cunt fits me like a glove.'
His prick made wet sucking sounds as it went in and out of my pussy. Then, after about forty massive strokes, he gave one mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in me to the hilt, his rolling balls squashing maddeningly against my hopelessly aroused clit at the top of my cunt. There was no alternative but to scream like he was branding me with a red-hot poker when I felt his sizzling hot come shoot up into the convulsing depths of my pussy.
He pulled out, then rammed it in again, repeating the process over and over again as his cock spurted endlessly up my cunt. The center of my body was swamped with his thick fluid, all my internal organs feeling like they were drowning in the ocean of his sperm. And my own coming soared to new heights, the orgasmic feeling within me totally dominating my body so that I shivered like I was having a massive seizure.
Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of spurting, he stopped ejaculating and draped limply over me with his cock still in my pussy. His rich come started rolling thickly out of me. It ran down my legs in a syrupy torrent as he slowly withdrew his spent prick and moved back to the couch. To my astonishment, his cock was still standing straight up as he sat down, despite the obvious exhaustion of the rest of his body. It was like his fabulous cock was an entity separate from the rest of him, operating with a mind and nervous system of its own.
The incredible sight of his cock, still impossibly standing after all that had happened, turned me on more than ever before. George always went limp after a mere two or three minutes of what he called fucking, and here this guy looked like he could screw forever, even after coming like a fire-hydrant in my aching pussy. Suddenly the only thing I wanted in the world was more!
'You son of a bitch,' I said boldly, the harshness of my words astounding me. 'You've fucked my pussy until it's sore and think you can just let it go at that. Well, you better catch your breath, because now I'm going to fuck you!'
I straddled his legs and grabbed his still-hard cock. With excitedly fumbling fingers, I guided the head of his fantastic tool to my sopping-wet pussy and slammed down on it. He was up to his balls again in my cunt and I loved it.
As I watched his huge prick drive into my hungry pussy again, I went insane with arousal. I bounced up and down on his cock furiously. He grabbed my pulsing tits and hung on for dear life while I turned the tables, sliding my pussy on his greasy pole until he was babbling in exotic agony, the total prisoner of my fiery loins.
My cunt throbbed and tightened until I thought it would shred his meat into hamburger. The noose of my pussy seized his prick at the root and came just short of snapping within me that it seemed to engorge my womb. His cock was buried so deep within me that I felt like it was part of me, and that I would spend the rest of my life with ten inches of male organ wedged irrevocably between my legs.
My coming grew beyond all limits of definition, the orgasmic flames licking against the banks of my soul until I was a primitive, shrieking animal, frothing at the mouth in my quest for release. When it was abruptly over, I felt like I had been kicked in the head by a mule, consciousness instantaneously escaping me, my senses being inundated in a black pool as the lights went out.
CHAPTER THREE
'Mom, mom, are you all right?' I heard Bobby's familiar voice piercing through the leaden veil that enveloped me. 'Did you have an accident, mom? Where are your clothes?'
Yes, that's right, son came in and found me lying in a naked, oozing heap on the living-room floor, fucked out of my mind. That bastard brush salesman hadn't even had the decency to cover me up before he'd left. All he'd been interested in was an easy fuck, and then he'd forgotten all about me.
If it hadn't been for Bobby, God knows what would have happened when George came home from the office and found me like this, nakedly unconscious on the floor with my cunt drooling rancid sperm like it was an open wound.
'What's the matter, mom?' I could hear Bobby asking worriedly. I opened my eyes and saw him tugging nervously at the bill of his baseball cap. 'It looks like something's wrong between… between your legs,' he stammered with concern. 'Did somebody hit you between your legs?'
'Is that what it looks like?' I muttered, stalling for time until my head cleared and I could think of a believable explanation for my nudity and the sopping condition of my cunt.
'Gee, mom,' he said, 'it looks like somebody hit you with a coconut cream pie. Just like on television, except between the legs instead of in the face.'
I breathed a sigh of relief. At nine he was still so innocent. Here he was, standing there looking right down into his mother's shockingly open, fuck sloppy pussy, and all he could think of was something he'd seen on cartoons Saturday mornings.
'Mom had an accident,' I said. 'And remember, not a word to anyone. Promise?'
'I guess so.'
Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I picked up my scattered clothing and fled into the safety of the bedroom. Anxious to get rid of the evidence, I threw my rumpled skirt and sweater into the dirty-clothes basket and got ready to go into the bathroom and bathe the come from my body. But before I left the bedroom I stood for a moment in front of the vanity table and looked at myself one last time in the huge mirror, checking the reflection of my naked body to confirm what had happened to me this afternoon wasn't just some figment of my imagination.
I put a foot up on the dresser, pulling the folds of my cunt revealingly apart so I could see everything. The interior of my pussy was like an open tunnel in the mirror, the pink flesh teeming with the milkiness of the male come it had swallowed. My thighs were glazed with congealed sperm, resembling the glistening dough of fresh doughnuts in a bakery. My crotch was so battered and oozing and pulpy and moist that it looked like it had been chewed up and spit out, a masticated victual that would never be the same. I tried to be angry at the nameless salesman for callously abandoning me, but the only honest emotion I could summon was a yearning to have something like him happen all over again at the earliest opportunity.
I tried to deny it to myself, but something told me that that afternoon had changed my boring, humdrum life. I was never going to be satisfied with just George again. There were going to be no more boring afternoons if I could help it, of that I was sure.
I eased into the bath water, feeling its warmth envelop my bare skin. Looking between my legs I could see the starchy gobs of sperm being washed away from my flooded pussy. My cunt hair wafted snakily in the clear water, gossamer tendrils that seemed to be reaching out for something.
Gazing at my cunt in the clear water I suddenly and uncontrollably found myself turned on all over again. It seemed incredible to me that I could find myself so hot only a short time after such a thorough fuck. Once every two weeks from George used to be too much for me, and now all of a sudden I was turned-on for the third time today – once in front of the vanity-table mirror… with the brush salesman's huge cock pumping in and out of my pussy in three different positions… and now, totally unexpectedly, here in the bathtub with the warm water lapping against my cunt.
I didn't have to put my hand between my thighs and feel my clit to know that it was erect – a female hard- on – but I did anyway. The male come washing from my cunt was joined by the cloudy discharge of an instantaneous flow of pussy juice. I draped a leg over the side of the tub, spreading my snatch so I could see it all.
Below my cunt my asshole was clearly throbbing, seeming to call for some stimulation. I realized that I was going to have to do something about the inferno between my legs or I was never going to get the TV dinners on the table far tonight's supper. It was a case of making myself come again, or dinner would never be ready and I'd have to deal with a hungry husband and two starving kids. And when George didn't get what he wanted, when he wanted it, the bastard was hell on wheels.
