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He let her continue, gently moving his hips and caressing the back of her head. The softness of her lips and the darting tongue had driven him to the point where further endurance was impossible.

He pulled his cock from her thirsty mouth and slid to the rug beside her. He kissed over her body. The sight of her white, nude body writhing against the rug sent a surge of lust through him. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do anything," she said. "Anything you want to, Carl."

"I want all of you. I want to feel you, I want to taste you."

"Then do it. Do it," she murmured.

Slowly, Carl parted her legs and moved his head downward, kissing her firm white skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, his hands on her ankles, until, at last, she felt the soft pussy hair on her cunt tickle his chin and lips. Gently he probed until his tongue found its target.

He flicked outward with his tongue, teasing her cunt-lips. He parted the hair-fringed slit and, delving directly into the hole of her pussy, started licking and sucking her soft flesh. The hard tip of his tongue explored from the hole of her ass to the bud of her clitoris and then back clown again. Back and forth, back and forth, he slid his tongue, exciting the walls of her inner cunt and making them ooze more and more of their honeyed juice.

Beneath him, Melissa began to squirm and moan. She pulled his head hard into her gaping cunt.

"Oh, Carl, my God, I've never been sucked like this before – never! Oh, yes, suck it! Eat it, Carl! Take my pussy up into your mouth and eat it!"

Carl rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a hot flame shooting through her cuntlips, sending her again and again to the peak, without pushing her over. He was careful to keep her just at the peak of pleasure.

At last she arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet, gooey cunt into his face.

"Yes, yes! Now!" she cried. "Now! It's so good, my darling! Now!"

She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing, ecstatic cry.

"I love you," Carl breathed, his eyes roaming again over her body. He leaned down and smothered her mouth with his.

Melissa returned his kiss eagerly, again awakening the fire in both their bodies. She trailed the outline of his muscular arm to the tips of his fingers. They kissed again, his tongue driving into her mouth.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her hand squeezing his huge prick, its head now purple with lust. She pulled on his massive cock, urging it toward her clasping, hairy cuntlips. "Ohhh, Carl, it's so good! It's so big, so big! Give it to me! I want it, darling! Please, I want it now!"

She reached for his cock as he gripped her hip and rolled her body toward him. Her hand closed around his cock as he flattened a hand against her cunt. She arched toward him, letting the smooth curves of her belly, thighs and tits press against his body. He dipped a finger into her moist and ready slit.

"I love you, Melissa."

"Oh, I love you too, Carl!" Her hands closed on his shoulders as he moved over her. She smiled happily up at him.

He lowered his weight to her body, filling the empty gap between her legs and letting his cock angle into the entrance of her cunt. He felt her warm moist cunt-lips open up to take his meat, and when she brought her knees up to clasp his waist he eased into her.

"Ohhh, yes, yes! Oh, God, you feel so wonderful, darling!" Melissa moaned, tightening her grip on his shoulders and his hips. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

His long cock drove into her depths. He plunged against her. He pressed on as Melissa cried beneath him, forced her to open her cunt.

She moved herself so that her legs were hooked behind his neck and her cunt was right in line with his prick.

"You're beautiful," he rasped.

"You're beautiful," Melissa replied. "And I think you have a very fine cock."

"Thank you," Carl responded. "And I might say that your cunt is quite admirable, too."

They laughed at the ridiculous conversation.

And then they both came together in a blinding orgasm.

Two months later, Melissa became Mrs. Carl West. And not long after that, she found out what being Mrs. Carl West meant. He wouldn't tolerate her taking any outside assignments. She was to do only work for his, firm. If she wanted to photograph models, she could do it at her own studio in the house, but not commercially.

Very quickly, Melissa lost all her independence and became merely a shadow of her husband. If that wasn't bad enough, she came home early one afternoon and found Carl fucking one of her models on the studio floor and eating a second one at the same time.

When she screamed, Carl merely turned his face from the dripping pussy and said: "Get out! I'll get to you later!"

Then the rumors spread about Carl's other women. A few he actually kept, others he just used and discarded. One of these was his secretary, who came to Melissa and told her everything.

Melissa faced Carl with the facts and threatened to have an affair herself. Instead of capitulating, he beat her bloody and then raped her.

For two years she put up with him. And then Bob Lange returned for a vacation. He called and asked to drop by and say hello.

"No, Bob, I'll meet you. Where are you?"

"I'm staying at the folks' old place."

"I'll be there in an hour."

For most of that hour, Melissa fortified herself with scotch. "Well," she slurred to herself as she climbed into the car, "will you tell him what a shitty life you've got, or will you fake and fill him full of bullshit about what a wonderful marriage you made?"

She parked the sleek convertible under a large oak tree at the corner of the house. It was partially concealed by large azalea bushes.

She got out of the car and ran unsteadily to the porch. Bob caught her in his arms as she stumbled, almost falling. He picked her up and carried her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

"I didn't know you'd be half drunk," he said, laughing as he released his hold, dropping her down on the sofa.

"Why shouldn't I drink?" Melissa sobbed, suddenly unable to hold back her tears. "I'm a lost soul, Bob. You see, I'm Mrs. Carl West. Oh, God, how I hate that cruel bastard!"

"Then why don't you leave him, Melissa?"

"I tried that twice. Once I made it all the way to Pennsylvania. I thought I was free of him, but I wasn't. He came after me, beat the hell out of like."

"Jesus," Bob hissed, and fixed them drinks. They sat, talked, and Melissa told him the whole story.

"And so," she said, summing up. "I never tried to run away from him again."

"I understand, baby," Bob said sympathetically. He freshened their drinks and turned around to the sofa.

Melissa was removing her clothes. He watched as each item was dropped to the floor. She shoved her panties down and stooped to pick them up. She smiled at him, tossing them into the air. Then her eyes followed them to the floor.

"Now when you get hot, honey, you won't have to work so hard to get to my body. I'm ready to give you what you want, Bob. Really ready!" Melissa took a deep breath, her lush tug jiggling with the motion, then reached for her drink.

Bob could feel hot flashes of excitement building in him as he sat across from her. There was nothing as exciting as a gorgeous nude woman offering her pussy for the taking.

He gulped down his drink, dropped the empty glass from his hand and reached for her. Melissa finished her drink, put the glass down and went into his arms.

She was young and wonderful to look at. She was twenty-three, with blue eyes, white even teeth and firm, pointed tits. Her enticing body was well tanned, and the lips moving to his were soft, provocative and sensuous.