Dick Ballz - One-On-One

As he downed his second drink, his stomach growled. He realized that he was starving… where was Midge anyway? She certainly did seem to act rather strangely when she came in.

I'll bet it's because she hasn't had any in a while. Well, I'll see she gets some tonight! the thoughts passed through his mind as he fixed himself another drink.

"Midge!" he called in the direction of the bedroom. "Midge! What are you doing up there? How's about dinner?"

When he got no answer, he figured she was probably still in the tub making herself pretty for him. Well, he'd just have to have another drink and wait for her to come down.

As he sat back down in front of the television, his mind turned back to his obsession. Ever since he had been a young guy in college, he had decided that the world was made up of two kinds of people, the smart guys and the fall guys. He had set about to get to the top as fast as he could and by any means necessary. Now, he was just getting a taste of the rewards of that point of view. It was all beginning to pay off, and once he got this account, there would be no stopping him… no more crummy jobs… no more fawning over agency big-wigs. There were quite a few people he was going to have scurrying about for him once he got his promotion. He downed his drink and got up to fix himself another.

The television continued to blast out an incessant stream of news which Robert watched without paying any attention to what was being said.

"Midge! Midge!" he called out. Where the hell was she, anyway? This was getting a little ridiculous now. He made a mental note to take a firmer stand with her. This was the first time he'd been home for dinner in days, and there was no dinner.

He stood at the bar in the living room finishing off the last of the gin and then started up the stairs with a determined step. When he reached the top step, he noticed with surprise that the bedroom door was closed. He opened it and after his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, spotted Midge lying face down on the bed in a deep sleep.

Robert approached the bed slowly, hardly believing his eyes. He sat on the bed beside her and shook her arm. But she made no visible sign of awakening. He shook her harder still… and she moaned something incoherent and tried to bury her face in the pillow.

Finally he realized that she must have taken a sleeping pill, but he was at a loss as to understand why. He sat there, looking down at her sleeping form, completely puzzled and vaguely annoyed.

Midge stirred slightly and he took note of the bulge of her buttocks once more. Slowly, he pulled the sheets back, uncovering first her back and then the protruding mounds of her soft, white behind. He pulled her nightgown up so that the whiteness of her whole ass was exposed to his view. He felt his prick stiffen at the sight of it. He pulled the gown up still further, tugging and turning Midge's lifeless body so that the material could slide easily over her jutting breasts.

Midge slowly became aware of the fact that something was happening. At first it seemed like a dream, and then through the haze of her drugged state, she realized that it was not a dream at all… it was real.

Robert had taken her nightgown off completely, and was now massaging her breasts with his firm, familiar touch. He was really excited now.

She seemed so helpless because of the pills she had taken and something about the way she looked made him want to fuck her. He knew it was partly because of his afternoon with Connie that he was still horny. He chuckled to himself. Midge was going to get her share too!

Midge struggled to return to a fully conscious state, but the strength of the pills worked against her. She could only reach a kind of limbo in between, in which she was aware of what was going on, although it was all somewhat distorted; and yet, she could do little to prevent it, except to feebly twist and turn herself in an effort to avoid her husband's intimate touches.

In her twilight world, she felt her tender vaginal lips being opened and invaded once more by several blunt objects… candles perhaps. No … she finally recognized them as someone's large and elongated fingers.

"Uuuunnngggg!" she cried out from the depths of her throat. "Nooo… nooooo…"

But Robert had no intention of letting her loose now. His fingers worked in the wet elasticity of Midge's defenseless cunt, exploring all the hidden folds and recesses as though he had never been there before.

Midge groaned as she felt the forceful plunder of her pussy continue even more vigorously. Fingers moved back and forth, around and sideways, up and down within her secret passage.

Robert sat beside her on the bed watching her face as she began to react to his searching thrusts. His face was flushed from the liquor he had consumed and was beginning to feel a whirling sensation in his brain that prevented him from thinking clearly. His features took on an evil cast as his lust continued to grow in measure with his enormous swelling cock.

"Oh, baby!" he said aloud. "Have I got something for you!"

Midge's eyes were half opened, but Robert was only a blur to her. She imagined that it was Dick again and seemed to see his lewd face leering at her. It was too much to take… not again! She tried to scream, but the sound she made was only a low moan, although to her distorted mind, it seemed that she filled the room with her cry for help.

Robert only mistook the moans as a sign of her arousal and her desire for him to continue.

"Yeah… that feels good, baby… doesn't it?" he whispered, jiggling his hand up still further into her warm vaginal canal. He leaned over and cupped his mouth over one of her hardened, rubbery nipples. Taking the tiny cone between his teeth, he began to flick at it with his tongue.

Midge abruptly stopped what she thought was her screaming. It wasn't Dick who was doing this to her… she knew that now, but who was it?

The biting sent tremors of delight through her system. She seemed to imagine she was with Robert… long before any of the problems had begun… long before they were married. They were in love and he was kissing her breasts.

She arched herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina sent a shock wave of pleasure up into her belly… a pleasure so great that all of her muscles contracted violently.

"Robert!" she cried out, still unaware of the exact circumstances of the situation.

Robert thought his fingers might break inside her tightened cunt as Midge squeezed her legs together in an effort to increase the incredibly wonderful heat in her loins.

"Yeah, baby… daddy's here…" Robert replied. He got up on his knees on the bed and placed his throbbing cock at the slit of her twitching pussy. Midge writhed maniacally beneath him, her large white breasts bobbing up and down as she moved. Her hips squirmed from side to side and pushed forward to meet him.

He loved her and she loved him. It was all so simple in her drugdeceived mind.

Robert couldn't hold back anymore. He flung his whole body on top of hers, letting his rocklike cock ram into her contracting vagina like a piston in a combustion engine. The thick round head burrowed deep into the softness of her womb, pushing in ripples the wet walls of flesh before it. A searing pain exploded inside of Midge's pussy, bringing her to a conscious state with a startling jolt.

She let out a scream of pain and anger. She knew exactly what was happening now, and she remembered that she wanted nothing to do with her deceiving husband. She didn't want him to touch her after what had happened that very afternoon.

"Get away from me! Get away!" she yelled, trying to push him off her naked body.

But Robert was like a madman now. His powerful thrust had ignited a flame of brutality inside him and he held onto his wife with a fierce grip, pounding her with strong and heavy blows. He pushed Midge deep into the springy mattress of their bed with each thrust, enjoying the feel of her against his chest, ignoring her screams.