CHAPTER THREE
“Ben, I want to ask you something.”
“Come on, Connie, can’t it wait?” The girl worked hard fending off the man’s exploring hands. “No, really… this is serious, Ben.”
“You’re telling me.” His seeking fingers found and clutched a tit through her robe.
She giggled. “Aw, Ben… you don’t ever want to listen to anything I say.”
He cuddled one breast in his palm, cuddled his cheek up the other. “Certainly I do, sweetie. I listen to every word like it was gospel. But right now I’ve got an ear full of boob and all I can hear is the call of the wild. Ask me later.”
They were on a bed together, Connie clothed only in a sheer robe, Ben wearing nothing but his shorts. He was a broadly built man, and had no difficulty rolling her onto her back in spite of her protests.
“Ben, I’ll forget all about it later. You know how I am when you finish with me… you get me all goofy.”
“You do the same for me, doll. Even if you remember your question, I might not be able to answer it.” His agile fingers were undoing the knot at her waist, and in the space of a second, her robe had parted.
“Damn you,” Connie said good-naturedly as the shudders of familiar pleasure ran through her flesh. “You always get what you want, you louse.”
He lifted his mouth from her cunt long enough to say, “When I want it badly enough, Connie.” Then his hand clutched the sphere, and his lips dropped to kiss it once more.
Her fingers toyed idly in his hair while he kissed her. She closed her eyes and sighed. There was a little ball of worry at the back of her mind, but her awakening desire suppressed it until her only thoughts were of passion.
Later would be time enough. She would ask him later.
Ben Faraday had been the first man in a long time who had been able to build a fire in her pussy and her belly. Consequently, Ben was one of only two people that Connie Bascom gave her body to. The other was Lisa Morton. Everyone else paid for it. Connie was a hooker, one of the best in the city. That didn’t mean Connie didn’t give her customers their money’s worth. She loved to fuck. But she fucked the customers only with her body. Ben and Lisa, she fucked with her whole being.
In a way she guessed that Ben was paying for her pussy, but she didn’t like to think of it that way. He was her psychiatrist. He treated her for free, and she fucked him for free. But after the very first time together, she knew it was for real. He was a fabulous lover and he had a foot long cock that swelled to a girth of three inches. Connie considered herself a very lucky girl.
She wished Lisa could be so lucky. That was what she wanted to talk to Ben about, but right now she found it hard to think about Connie, with Ben’s huge cock pressing against her belly and his lips biting her erect nipples.
“God, I love your big tits,” he moaned.
“They love you too, Ben,” she sighed. “Suck ’em… bite ’em. Turn me on good and then pour that monster into my ass or my pussy!”
Her sharp-nailed fingers fled down his back to the elastic band of his shorts. He shifted his frame, never ceasing in his kiss, allowing her to work his shorts down onto the floor.
Her hand sought and found his cock. She felt his lips tense against her, and smiled.
Connie was a businesswoman. She had the efficiency, the assets, and the concentration necessary to make her business a success. But the qualities never prevented her from enjoying her work. Like a writer who writes because he loves to, Connie fucked because she loved to.
That was another reason she always thrilled when Ben called and said he was coming up. He loved her pussy as much as she loved his cock. Furthermore, he had the ability to go along with his enjoyment, and he had the stamina to match the fury of his desires. In all respects, Connie considered Ben an admirable example of male development, and a man whom she would always urge to return again.
Her hand moved, light-fingered and maddening, teasing, while his lips made a circle around her nipple.
He was a good stud, she thought, but that was only part of it. She entertained an awful lot of losers in her line of work, and it was a genuine pleasure to welcome a real man every once in a while.
But Ben’s prowess was given dimension by the fact of his sharpness. That was the only word she could find to really describe him. He was sharp. He was knowledgeable, he was quick, he was aware of what was happening and why.
By God, she thought, there were damn few men like that. Fewer even than there were really skilled performers in bed. If she hadn’t been a hooker, and if he hadn’t been such an anti-romantic, they probably would have been married by now.
The preliminaries were drawing to a rapid close. Her cunt was soaking with the honey of her desire. She no longer teased his big dick, but squeezed it urgently. Her fist around his wealth of male meat drew it to the heated depths of her cuntal lips.
He required little urging.
His hip lifted from the bed, and she trapped him. With her arms locked around him, she drew him to her. His face came even with her own, his hands fondling her tits.
“You’re a honey,” Ben said. “You know that?”
“For you I am,” Connie replied. “Not for everybody.”
“You’d make some man a wonderful wife, but don’t ever let it happen. The world needs a woman as good as you.”
“A woman needs a man as good as you,” she returned. “But you talk too much. You should quit talking and start fucking!”
He was way ahead of her.
The musky smell of desire and passion rose to his nostrils from the wet slit between her thighs.
The hot feminine odor of her sex whirled in his brain and drove him to an instant peak of desire.
“God, I love to fuck you,” he moaned.
“Then put it in, lover. Sock your cock to me!” Connie groaned, her mouth dry and her body undulating wildly beneath him.
Slowly, in ecstasy, he teased her cunt by running his bulbous cockhead up and down the wet slit from her clit to her anus and back again. Then he stopped at the hole and slowly entered her nest. His moist prick slid slowly down, deeper and deeper, into the hairy, anxious jaws of her clasping cunt.
“Ohhhhhh… feels good, Ben… big beautiful dick coming into me.”
“Fuck it back, baby,” he groaned. “Slide your cunt up over it!”
Her whole body shook and quivered. Up, down her full, firm asscheeks bounced on the bed as his erect tool probed the depths of her belly through the walls of her cunt.
“Oh, shit… fuck, fuck… fuck!” she cried.
“Sweet, sweet pussy.”
He was swift and sure. As always, her muscles tensed. His fingers pummeled her tits, his thumbs pushed down onto her nipples, he began to set a rhythm which matched perfectly the beating of her heart.
She gave herself completely, letting pleasure rinse out her mind, letting her body take command. It was always that way with Ben. All that was needed was her body and his, and the minds inside those bodies were there only to sense for as long as the sensation lasted.
As the bedsprings squeaked, their breaths blew from their mouths in a rhythm that wasn’t entirely exertion. Like a musical trio, the sounds, creaking, sighing, combined to produce a single sound, a single concept.
Pleasure.
She raked his back with her nails. He dug his teeth into her shoulder. He swung his weight furiously against her.
His fingers were painful on her breasts now, but she wasn’t feeling the pain. His abdomen was reddening hers, but she wasn’t noticing that either. His teeth were digging far too deeply into her shoulder, but she had no will to worry over the bruise he was leaving.
