Ron Taylor - Wife in the middle

He whipped her clit with the end of his tongue and she knew that there was no possible way she could hold back anymore. Her body was going to come. She was powerless to prevent it. But she would fight as long as she could. She'd rob him of whatever perverted satisfaction this act might be giving him. Oh, Goddamn you, Lou Archer, she thought, Goddamn youuuuuuu…

His fingers filled her tight sucking twat. She kept herself in good shape. Paul liked a tight fit, and he hadn't come near to wearing out her elastic pussy. She could snap it shut around him and milk his pecker with all the oozy muscles of her cunt. And right now Lou's fingers were getting the benefit of that tip-top conditioning. He flexed them inside her, made her shake and shudder and whimper, and her pussy ate him greedily. Her pussy couldn't tell the difference between a friend and an enemy. She knew now why a stupid person was often referred to as a "dumb cunt". She had a dumb cunt between her own legs and she'd never known it till now.

It was too late, much too late, for Caron to send a message down to her pussy. She suffered the tortures of the damned as Lou continued to fuck her with his fingers and to lick up the hot juices that were overflowing her drippy crack. Again and again his tongue sloshed across her, and he opened her gape as widely as he could, slipping into her vulva with his nose and his chin and that damnable ugly moustache of his. She hated him! God, how she hated him! He had not been content, this wicked terrible man, with deserting her. He'd chosen to come back and totally ruin her life. Caron's nostrils twitched nervously. She could feel the simmering excitement in the pit of her churning stomach.

His fingers stiffened inside her, fucking into Caron as if he had a cock in his hand. She screamed, tossed, bucked, and then she was coming and it felt as if she would never stop coming. Her body rocked and twitched in the throes of her orgasm and hot sticky juice leaked from the mouth of her snatch. He'd never been that good, she told herself. Not when they were man and wife. He'd never made her come, not once, in all their past relationship. She hadn't been good either, just a frigid woman, but if he'd been as adept as he'd just shown himself to be, she'd have melted in no time. Fear began to crowd the inner reaches of Caron's mind – tense, terrible fear.

She tried to think of other things, but it was hard, so hard. Melissa making a conquest in the house. He'd snickered something about that, grinned when she defended Paul's devotion, when she said it wasn't possible. And she knew it was true. Paul could never be excited by such a cheap, trashy tart. Sure, he'd looked at her tits. So had Caron. That didn't mean she was hot for the little whore. Anyway, who could help looking at the damned things? They stuck out like artillery, distorting the printed HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD legend across her front; the nipples rigid under the skin tight cotton, her ass wiggling like a shithouse door in a gale whenever she walked. Some men would find that attractive. Obviously Lou had. Most likely, Lou would find a piece of moss growing on a rock attractive. He'd become an animal during his wanderings, an ugly dangerous animal. He belonged in a cage.

But what the hell did he mean about Melissa making a conquest? What the hell was he talking about? Thinking about that occupied her mind while Lou's hands and mouth continued to ravish her unwilling but orgasmic pussy, allowed her to fog out the humiliations he was forcing upon her. Twenty-four hours ago she had thought the man was certainly dead, but this was no corpse eating her pussy.

His fingers worked in her twat and she moaned again, an unwilling and agony-full moan, but God, it felt so good, even if it was rape, it felt so good down there, the lips of her pussy raw from lust and arousal, the juice sticky wet all over her genitals, seeping out to dampen her hedge of pubic hair. His tongue, sloshing wickedly through her cuntal froth, tickling her budlike clit, working through the folds and crevices of her privates. And his fingers, stroking at her. Gentle fingers, really, she decided, not nearly so animalistic as they'd been at first. It was almost as if he were starting to make love, rather than take his pleasure in rape.

What came next? She couldn't remember. The bed creaked, and it felt lighter, less occupied, and she wanted to open her eyes but she was afraid to. She heard the sound of a zipper, and she did open her eyes. Lou stood beside the bed, dropping his faded jeans. His cock jumped out as the pants went down, and it was in gigantic erection, that prick of his – enormous, towering, like a battering ram that jutted from his loins and the patch of hair at the base.

Caron sat up, eyes bulging. It had been seven years. Had he been so big then, too? God, he must have been! Men of his age didn't experience sudden spurts of penile growth. But she hadn't remembered him that way, not so huge, so monstrous, so… so…

She clutched at her breasts, trying to cover herself from the proud thrust of that incredible prick. Big, swollen, with a glowing ruby knob the size of both her eyeballs, put together. A slight curve up the jutting length, as if he were beginning to form himself into the shape of a crescent. "Oh, my God, no," she said, pointing, "there is no bloody way – I won't let you use that thing on me – absolutely not – Lou – for the love of God – Louuuuuuuu…"

Her voice died away in a trembling whimper as he climbed onto the bed naked, his cock fully erect, the tight scrotum flesh clinging lewdly to the huge stones of his testicles. They jiggled beneath his lancing dong. Caron took a deep breath, but, her lungs refused to fill up. She felt as if she were strangling. She couldn't speak, only whisper. "I will not," she told him in a low, almost inaudible voice. "I most certainly absolutely Goddamned fucking NEVER will not! No, Lou, no, no, noooooo…"

"Lie down," he said. "Flat on your back." He raised his hand and she was very frightened, afraid he'd hit her again. He'd done that twice already, not really hurting her but startling her, reminding Caron that men were, after all, the stronger sex. And he was a man. If nothing else, the vivid thrust of his erect cock proved that point. Her heart skipped a beat and she lay down, shivering.

Lou straddled her chest, his hips settling down upon her shaking tits. His flesh was hot, nearly as heated as her aroused hippies. He pressed down upon Caron, grinding his ass against her chest. Her hips twitched and she moaned, "No, please Lou, I'm sorry for everything I said, but don't…"

He was already angling his cock down, toward her mouth. "Suck it Caron. Open your pretty little mouth and suck it. You always had some excuse for not doing that when I was living with you before, but I've heard all the excuses. What I want now is a blow job, and something tells me that I'm going to get a damned good one. Anyway, look at my prick. You haven't seen it in seven years. Don't you even have a little hello kiss saved up for me?" He grinned, pushed the tip of his dick against Caron's lips.

She stifled the urge to scream because that would have opened her mouth widely, given her tormentor the impetus and opportunity to shove it in. But his cock tickled her lips, and she trembled, and before she knew it her lips had parted ever so slightly and the end of Lou's rod was flush against her teeth and she felt tears well in her eyes. It wouldn't be so bad. Once she'd hated the very thought of this act, but that was a long time ago. Only yesterday afternoon she'd sucked Paul's cock, giggled as his cum spurted into her face, into her mouth. It wouldn't kill her, even if it was Lou's prick. And if she refused, God only knew what he might do in his anger.

Caron closed her tear-filled eyes and she unclenched her teeth. Lou thrust hard into her mouth, filling her with the bulk and heat of his stiff, strange-tasting cock. She gasped, summoned her courage, and then she began to suckle him. Not enthusiastically, but her lips were working and they could not help but be felt by Lou.