Erika Norman - Her new Daddy

She leaned lightly on him as she stepped out of her panties. Her hand was cool and dry on his shoulder. She seemed completely without emotion. That, too, excited him. He wanted to break through that reserve, drive her wild with his lovemaking, as he'd done in the first days of their marriage.

In a way, Brenda wanted him to do that, too. She was conducting an experiment. She wanted to see if Hal could still turn her on, in spite of her shock and anger and hatred. At present she felt nothing for him, but she wanted to find out how good he really was…

Naked, Brenda climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back. Her huge heavy breasts still thrust straight out, firm and pointed. The tight brown nipples were soft, showing that she wasn't aroused yet.

"All right," she said, "you can touch me."

Hal approached her carefully, planning his strategy. He had to get her excited, prove himself as a lover. It wasn't going to be easy. She was furious at him for what he'd done to Debby, and he didn't blame her. If he could get through to her in spite of that, he might have a chance with her.

He placed his hands gently but firmly on the massive rounds of her gently quivering tits. They overflowed his hands, huge and warm and silky. He began to massage her lovely big boobs, squeezing and pressing and fondling. That got him very excited, but it seemed to have no effect on Brenda. She just lay there looking at him languidly, as if he were only mildly interesting to her.

All right, he'd have to try something else. Usually she got off on having her tits fondled, but not tonight. He'd move on to the surefire techniques, the things that always got her aroused. Gently he parted her legs, drawing them well apart. Her slit was pretty, a narrow scarlet line fringed with feathery dark hair. It was dry, though, not swollen and wet like it usually was for him.

Hal lay belly down between her spread legs and gently pried apart the fat furry lips of her mons. Her tiny clit was flaccid and dry, a small dot of red flesh that appeared completely unaroused. He stuck out his tongue and applied the wet tip to her soft little nub. He began to tickle and lash it in the way she liked best. If this didn't work, he was really in trouble.

A quiver went through her body, and she gave a little sigh. He licked faster…

Brenda lay back with her eyes closed. At least her question was answered – Hal could still arouse her. She couldn't resist it when he licked her clit. Just as with Denton, she hated the man but loved his tongue, loved his cock. She was glad. She intended to go on being married to Hal, so it was good that they could still interest each other in bed.

His expert tongue played deliciously in the folds of her mons lips, lashing around her sensitive clit, flicking and tonguing the tiny red organ. Her belly seemed to melt with pleasure, and she felt her cunt getting hot and moist. Yes, he could still arouse her…

"Yesss," she said, "yes, lick meee…"

Hal gave a sigh of relief. He was getting to her at last. Her low husky voice, the moistening and swelling of her pussy, told him that she was enjoying his flicking tongue. He tickled faster and faster with his wet tongue tip on the hot little bud of her clit, and Brenda moaned. A sudden gush of scalding cream from her cunt wet his face. He grinned.

He planted his mouth on her swelling little clit and began to suck it hard and hungrily.

"Ummm," Brenda said. "Yes… Oh, yes, suck my clit…"

Fiery jolting pleasure rippled through her belly. Hal was doing a superb job. Never had he sucked her so well – but then his marriage and his freedom were at stake. She had a firm guarantee that her husband would always be good in bed.

She wanted to test him, though. She wanted to see if he'd perform well in everything. He'd damned well better, after what he'd done to her daughter…

"Lick my cunt," she said. "Hurry…"

He obeyed instantly. She felt his big rough tongue sliding off her swollen hard clit, down between the plump folds of her pussy, and into the steamy pit of her cunt mouth. He tickled and rimmed there for a few teasing moments, and then she felt his thick wet tongue snaking into her. Pleasure rocked her body.

"Yes," she said hoarsely, "stick your tongue up my cunt… Yes, damn you, do a good job…"

He thrust his tongue into her as far as it would go. He probed and tickled inside her boiling sheath, lapping up her creamy essence. Brenda felt drunk and wild with pleasure. His expert tongue-fucking always did that to her, but tonight he was better than ever. He'd earned his freedom, earned her as his wife, if he just kept up this great performance.

She had to go on testing him, though. His trial wasn't over. It would take an awful lot to makeup for deflowering her little girl. He was going to pay for that all his life.

"Stick your tongue up my ass," she said harshly.

Hal didn't hesitate. The whole scene was turning him on powerfully, and he wanted to do every crazy thing imaginable. The idea of arousing a cold-hearted woman, of proving himself her master in bed – this was making him incredibly horny and daring. When she commanded him to put his tongue in her asshole, he felt his cock go rock-hard.

His hands sweating, he pushed her lovely long legs wider apart, exposing the little light brown wrinkle of her anus. He zeroed in on it, tickling it with his wet tongue tip, then wriggling the tip inside the tight muscular opening. He tasted her pungent juice, then thrust deeper.

"Oooooo," Brenda cried.

She felt his scalding slick tongue slicing up her tight asshole, and she almost came in her excitement. She let her anal muscles relax, allowing his thick tongue to slide up the tight clenched passage.

"All the way," she panted, "Put it in all the way… Lick my asshole, you bastard… YES!"

Hal stretched his tongue up her steamy tight bumhole till he was lodged to the root. Drooling in his horny excitement, he reamed her clean. Brenda squealed and moaned and writhed with intense pleasure. Her cunt cream spurted out in heavy jets to soak his face.

"All right," she panted, "that's enough. Now I want you to ball me – hard and fast. Hurry. Do it NOW."

He jerked his tongue from her nipping bumhole and rose to his knees. He threw her legs up over his shoulders, trapping and exposing her. Aiming his heavy stiff prick at the dripping little mouth of her cunt, he rammed into her as hard as he could. He felt his aching meat encased in fiery slick flesh.

"YES," Brenda wailed, "yes, ball me hard, you motherfucker… Yesss…"

She hadn't made such a bad bargain after all, she thought. It was okay for him to go on fucking Debby. The girl obviously liked it, and it would satisfy Hal's kinky lust for little girls. It was all okay, as long as he continued to ball Brenda this well… If he didn't, she wouldn't be alone for long.

She lost count of how many times she came before Hal gave a loud moan and began shooting his jism into her. It had been good. He'd passed the test. He rolled off her and almost instantly fell asleep. She didn't blame him. He'd fucked her like a pile driver.

Brenda got quietly out of bed and went to the living room and picked up the phone. She dialed the Red Dragon. It wasn't too late. Denton would still be there, supervising the closing. He answered on the second ring.

"This is Brenda," she said coolly. "I've changed my mind. If that job is still open, I'll take it."

He paused, no doubt surprised, and then spoke with obvious delight. "That's great, baby," he said. "You can start tomorrow night. I'll have a costume made. But, listen – you mean you'll do everything? Not just the dancing?"

"Everything," said Brenda. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up, wearing that strange cold smile which had frightened Hal. She had made up her mind. Her dream of marriage had been shattered, but if she couldn't live for love, she could at least live for pleasure.