Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"Oh, God, do my tits!" Val moaned, thrashing back and forth excitedly. She ran her hand down between her thighs, pressing Doug's fingers against her clitoris through her panties, and then further down until she could feel his naked cock humping between her cunt lips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it as it stroked her. "Play with my tits… and my pussy… oh, God… I'm so turned on! Do anything you want to me!"

A good hard fucking, Doug thought, sliding his left hand down from Val's tit, until he had his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. In his fantasy, the panties were on Lisa Cole, and he began to eagerly pull them down over her undulating hips. He could feel her true wetness and the warm softness of her naked flesh on his cock. The lips of her pussy were drenched, and they opened effortlessly, loosely. He could feel the stiff, scratchy tickle of her pubic hair all along the shaft of his drilling cock. A good hard fucking is what she needs, he concluded. Nothing elaborate. They were reduced to fundamentals… like animals. A good hard, deep fucking!

Doug continued to pull her panties, until they stretched over the bend of her knees, down her calves, and off, over her feet. Her thighs splayed wide apart, without the restrictions of material inhibiting her, and she ground her loose, open slit against his prick, excited by the effortless way it moved back and forth. Pressing her against him, thrusting his hips up hard at a deeper angle, he rolled her toward him, and buried the tip of his shaft in her cunt hole. He continued to roll, dragging her with him, until he was on his back, and she was lying on top of him. With one hand on her tit, the other buried in her slit, urging her clitoris with deep; grinding pulls, he began to fuck her from below. Inside, her body was a hot, molten mass of oozing flesh. His cock slicked upward into it, swallowed by her hairy flap right to his balls.

"Oh… no," Val moaned, thrashing from side to side on top of him, her eyes opened wide as she stared straight ahead. "Not yet… not… too soon… Ohhhh… oh!"

"Yes… yes!" Doug urged, filling and emptying her pussy with long, deep strokes. He rolled her swollen nipple between his thumb and index fingers, and pressed directly down into the fat pink nub of her clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand. A good hard fucking! "Fucking you… fucking you… I'm fucking you!"

The next thing he knew, he and Val were in the middle of another argument. Something had happened, something he did, or she did, or didn't do, and the mood was completely shattered, and they were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. Lately, no matter what they did, or tried to do, it always seemed to end up this way. Doug grabbed his pillow, ripped one of the blankets off the bed, and, stark naked, stalked out of the bedroom.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa!"

"Go ahead, you jerk!" Val screamed after him. She threw her pillow at his back, but missed, and it thudded dully against the wall. "You asshole… You animal… If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed, you're out of your Goddamn mind… Pig!"

"Fuck you," Doug shot back, its full impact lost in the loud slam of the bathroom door. "Bitch!"

He was still muttering to himself as he stood in front of the toilet, his thick; swollen cock in hand. He masturbated in anger, out of frustration, trying to crowd out every image of Val's naked body. He came powerfully, fantasizing that his hot, bubbling sperm was spewing down Lisa Cole's wide, sucking throat.

"Go ahead, you jerk!"

The last word whipped out of Val's mouth as if she'd hurled it along with the pillow that she threw at Doug. Missed! It wrapped halfway around the doorway, half in and half out, and it made a plopping sound as it fell to the floor. A moment later, Doug stepped over it, kicking at it with his foot, but missing. He muttered something.

"You asshole!" she screamed, shaking an impotent fist at her departing husband. Sometimes she wished she were a man so she could sock him. "You animal! If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed – you're out of your Goddam mind!" She thought again at what he'd done, at what he'd tried to force on her. The chauvinist… "pig"!

Val watched him walking down the hallway, the blanket and pillow under his arm. She was kneeling on the bed, with her legs splayed wide apart, her long brown hair hanging down in her face. She brushed the hair away with her clawing fingers, spitting them out from between her lips. The pale silhouette at the end of the hallway threw the pillow and blanket onto the sofa, then turned toward the bathroom. With an ungainly haste, she staggered to the edge of the mattress, climbed down from the bed, and ran across the room toward the door. Doug was just entering the bathroom as she stopped to pick up her pillow to throw it again. One hand was on the doorknob.

"Fuck…" Doug began, the obvious conclusion lost in the bang of the bathroom door.

"Jerk off – see if I care!" Val cried, her voice small and feeble against the ringing echoes of the slamming door. She straightened, pillow in hand, and was tempted to slam the bedroom door back at him. But she resisted the bait, and she very carefully, tensely closed the bedroom door. Under her deep green nightgown, her firm pink tits heaved as she sighed. She shook her head. "You jerk…"

Walking very slowly, Val carried her pillow over to the bed. She placed it down, puffing it mechanically, and then straightened the tossed sheets and blankets. When the bed was remade, she sat on the edge of the mattress near her night table. Shaking the pack of cigarettes, she drew one out and inserted it between her lips. Her hand was trembling as she tried to force the dancing flame from the cigarette lighter onto the end of the swaying white cylinder. They made contact once, and she sucked down the thick, rich smoke into her lungs.

The asshole, she thought, shaking her head. Val exhaled, spraying a widening fan of smoke out in front of her. In the darkness, the burning ember of her cigarette, held between her tightly gripping fingers, made tracings and wild geometric patterns which seemed to glow eerily. Always in such a hurry, she thought. Likes to get right down to it. No technique, no consideration. Just crude fucking. The old in and out. God.

What about me? she asked herself, shaking her head in agreement. Aren't I a person, as well? Don't I have any rights? But he didn't even want to listen to me. He was too tired to even hear what I had to tell him about Monica. Val drew sharply again on the cigarette. The asshole, she thought. If he'd only bothered to listen, it would have probably turned him on as much as it's turned me on since Monica told me! But no, he'd rather fight. Stick it in! Jesus Christ.

Val took one more drag on the cigarette, and crushed it out in the ashtray. Christ, I can't believe that of Monica. I would have never guessed it. And then, not only to realize it, but to act on it – and then to tell me about it! – well that took guts. I've really got to give her credit. I wonder if I should do it?

Thinking about what Monica had told her made Val get all wet and gooey between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, grinding them up and down, and she stuffed the front of her nightgown down between her thighs to sop up some of her flowing wetness. Her body quivered as the scratchy fabric rubbed against the tense, tender cunt lips, making her remember how aroused she was. In turn, that made her remember Doug, who had failed her, and her resentment bubbled up once more.

It's as if he really wasn't even there with me, Val thought. As if his mind was faraway, somewhere else, dreaming or sleeping. She glared at the bedroom door, as if she could see through it, as if she could see through the bathroom door as well, until she imagined she knew what Doug was doing in there. It was as if he had betrayed her. And then he had compounded the offense by what he was doing, while she was all alone, left high and dry, and feeling… frustrated. She didn't have to remain that way, she knew. If Doug could do it, so could she.