Dick Ballz - One-On-One

He felt somehow frustrated at this spectacle, wanting to have been inside her when she came like that. Both he and Connie sat back panting, a little stunned at the tumultuous climax they had caused.

Dick looked down at the wet, glistening hairs of Midge's vagina, thoroughly drenched by her own sex liquids. What a sight! he thought.

What a gorgeous creature she was. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a completely satiated female, he realized. He motioned to Connie in such a way that she realized he was ready to mount Midge's worn-out body. He knew that he could bring her back to life with the rod that he now fumbled almost absentmindedly in his hand.

Connie got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She was exhausted and was more than happy to let Dick have his way with Midge.

As for her, she intended to take a nice long shower and freshen herself up while Dick had his fun.

Dick sat for several long minutes gazing down at Midge's splendid nakedness. Midge lay motionless, almost in a trance state, eyes tightly closed, limbs limp, spread obscenely wide for the world to see. Dick's hand worked up and down the thick shaft of his cock, while he looked at her. The bulbous red tip shone with moisture… and he stroked the foreskin all the way back, so that the straining member stood taut and tight. He had intended to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set in motion a wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could not stop. His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored breathing filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were closed in an expression of utter bliss. Midge stirred lazily on the bed, for these few brief minutes, unaware of the obscenity around her. She heard the peculiar noise of Dick's hand slapping up and down on his own big lustful flesh, but she did not dare open her eyes to see what was going on.

Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body… on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her stomach, inching down her still spread thighs. She opened her eyes with a start and saw Dick kneeling above her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. Dick uttered loud grunts and moans as he jerkily manipulated his fingers, and the last lewd drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Midge's smooth, contorted features.

Midge clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her face to the crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness that had been inflicted on her.

Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband! This was all Robert's doing. All his fault that she had been put through this torment with these maniacs. The sound of her anguished sobs filled the room as Dick left the bed to join Connie in the bathroom.

When Midge arrived home, it was already dark outside. She noticed with surprise that there were lights on in the house. Robert was home already. She had counted on his not being there. On the one night when she would have wanted him to stay out, he had come home for dinner! She felt weak and bedraggled and she had no idea how she could cope with his presence. She had not even been able to think out the full ramifications of what had transpired that afternoon. Every inch of her body ached from the horrible body-wracking positions she had been put through. Now, she couldn't bear the thought of looking at her husband's face. The very idea disgusted her.

She opened the door to the house and seeing that Robert was in the living room looking at television, she tried to quietly make her way to the steps where she could get to the bedroom and at least attempt to get herself together before having to make dinner. But Robert had been listening for her and he heard the key in the lock. He came to the living room door and called to her as she was halfway up the stairs.

"Hi, honey! I'm home… where've you been for such a long time?"

Midge turned and looked at him. She felt like spitting in his face.

"I've been shopping," she said slowly, barely managing to control herself.

"Oh? What did you get? Where are all the packages?"

"Being sent. I'll be down in a few minutes to fix dinner," she answered and turned her back and continued up the steps.

Robert stood watching her. Her round firm buttocks moved slowly as she climbed the stairs, and Robert, still stimulated by his workout with Connie, felt the stirrings of his dormant member at the sight of them.

It had been a while since he had made love to her. She would certainly be ready for a little tonight, he mused as the provocatively swinging hips disappeared from his sight, and he turned and went back to watch the news on television.

Midge closed the bedroom door behind her with a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. She felt like she was having a nightmare of gigantic proportions. She lay still, hoping her nerves would stand the strain. Suddenly, she laughed when she realized that her mind was pondering what to fix for dinner, making a mental list of what was in the freezer. At a time like this… she still responded with the same old reflexes. She laughed again bitterly and got up to run herself a hot tub.

The water filled up to the brim and she plunged her body into it with a groan. She lay motionless, letting the warm water caress her skin and slowly seep into her abused crevices. Her tears returned as she thought with fury of Robert downstairs… just sitting there looking at television… waiting for her to cook him dinner, when only a few hours ago he had been talking sweet talk to that bitch Connie… telling her how beautiful she was… then kissing her… making love to someone who was almost a stranger in a way he hadn't made love to her in a month!

Well, he could fix his own dinner, she'd be damned if she'd go downstairs and cook for him. She began to scrub herself vigorously.

She felt so helpless. If only there was something she could do.

Divorce? No, but there had to be some way to bring him back to his sense, she thought. It seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy.

Her nipples smarted from the rigorous pinchings and squeezings they had undergone, and the delicate tissues of her vagina felt raw. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought of what she had gone through that afternoon.

After a long while, she stepped out onto the bathmat and toweled herself dry. She went to the medicine cabinet and took out a small brown bottle. She shook out two green pills and popped them in her mouth, swallowing them without water. She thought a moment, and took another pill. After putting on a warm nightgown, she creamed her face and got between the sheets of the big double bed. She knew the sleeping pills would work almost instantly. That was what she wanted, complete oblivion, escape from the burning shame and anger that continued to taunt her.

As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness; one final image of Dick Kelly kneeling over her, his huge penis grasped firmly in his hand, filled the screen of her mind and then there was nothing but blissful blackness.

Downstairs, Robert sat watching film clips of the war. The sound of mortar shells and machine guns filled the living room. He was sitting in his favorite comfortable chair, a gin and tonic at his side. He watched the jungle scenes, the killed and wounded men with an air of detachment. He was thinking about Connie and what she had said about his getting the Kelly account, if she had anything to do with it. At least that's what he seemed to remember her saying.

He felt elated. It gave him a real sense of accomplishment to know that he had made the right move when he followed through on Connie's first blatant pass at him at the party. Hot little number! he thought to himself. He wondered how soon she would call him.