Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

Still completely naked, she hurried from the room and a moment later he heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the water running in the bathroom. She returned with a washcloth and a plastic pail of water.

"Stretch out on your back and close your eyes… just relax 'cause this ain't going to hurt one bit." She kneeled beside the sofa and began to wash his genitals lovingly, letting the warm water, scented with bath oils, drip onto the jutting stiffness of his cock, still sticky with her love juices and down between his legs to the leathery heaviness of his sperm-laden balls. She washed him everywhere, his balls, his cock, his thighs, even the hairy furrow of his ass, and through it all Don sighed as her fingers deftly went about their loving task.

She put the pail and cloth aside and began to lovingly stroke the fleshy outer skin of his cock, rolling it up and down between her fingers until Don was sure he would come in a geyser of white sticky semen. His pelvis began to move up and down as she pulled powerfully at his blue-veined rigidity, bringing groans of cocklust to his lips.

But then she leaned further over him and breathed hotly on the purplish, bulbous head of his prick. Suddenly she licked it… a long slow swipe of her tongue that encircled the whole head and moistly laved the tiny slit in the end. She moaned almost as loudly as Don when her lips ovaled around his cock and she took him ravenously into her voracious mouth.

To Don, it was like a warm moist condom being drawn tightly over his fully erect cock and he shivered lustfully as her warmly clasping lips clung to the length pole of virile hardness, encasing his prick in a rousing pressure of fantastic excitement. He nakedly squirmed beneath her as she brought rippling shudders of undiluted lust to his loins.

He groaned under her and pushed his pelvis up, burying his cock in the hot warmth of her throat, for Lucy had that special knack of swallowing just at the right moment. And instead of gagging and sputtering as Diane did the one time that she had tried this, Lucy relaxed her throat and the full throbbing length of his prick slithered down into the exquisite velvety grip of her throat.

Don lifted his head enough to see what she was doing, and see he did! Her lips ovaled wide around the circumference of his naked erection as it disappeared into the moist cavern of her mouth and slid down into the buttery-smooth tunnel of her throat. Her hands as they gently caressed the swollen roundness of his balls. Her nostrils flared as she breathed anxiously, awaiting the gushing eruption of his virile young stallion!

Lucy could feel the bloated pressure of his seething passion against the palm of her hand as she caressed his testicles and her tongue swirled incitingly around and around his prick, her tonguetip flicking teasingly into the tiny slit at the head.

He saw her cheeks hollow with the exquisite pressure of her ravenous sucking, her neck stiffened and veined from the exhausting exertions of her wanton act of fellatio. Again and again she sucked him as though every mouthful of tasty cock was the food that would save her life and every time that she gulped and sucked, his achingly stiff prick was swallowed deliciously down her throat in a slithering thrust of unspeakable ecstasy!

Lucy whined and breathed around the mouthfilling thickness of his cock, her own sexuality rising again in a near-crescendo as she relished the peak of carnal delight that she was bringing this naked man.

Not missing a single stroke in the lascivious fellatial rhythm that she had established, she climbed onto the sofa and knelt over him, sucking his prick even deeper now down her throat. Her muscles there were like a thousand tiny fingers, hotly massaging the naked flesh of his cock and urging him closer and closer to gushing, sperm-spurting climax. She reached under his buttocks and lifted him, sucking frenetically, swallowing and gulping like a ravenous animal as she sucked him with such ferocity that he gasped from the exquisite pain.

"God, Lucy… here I go. Now, baby, now suck it, honey, I'm gonna' cum right down your throat!" he coughed as she lightly squeezed his balls, milking the seething sperm up from his scrotum and along the long thick stiffness of his penis. He gasped and choked under her slavishly erotic sucking, her tongue and lips working at a feverish pace around his blood-engorged cock. And then he came… with the gushing ferocity of a stud bull!

There was a single spurt to clear the way, a rushing mouthful of sperm that raced up from his balls along the achingly sensitive length of his cock and sloshed from the head into the hungrily gulping depths of her throat. Lucy nearly gagged on his orgasm, amazed at the bulletlike intensity of his erupting sperm, but she managed to swallow every drop of the precious life-giving liquid, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate his enormous capacity. She didn't stop swallowing until the last solitary drop was down her throat and then she licked his cock clean, giggling as he shivered when her tongue encircled the super-sensitive head.

She stood up, her huge naked breasts swinging like twin pendulums. "Now, honey, now you can get up… I couldn't leave you with that hardon. You might'a gone out of here and raped somebody. Get dressed now, it's about time for the rush back at the bar. But your drinks are on me for the rest of the night… anything you want, you big-dick rascal!"

Diane was in shock, numb in that special kind of reaction people have to something so awful that the mind simply refuses to comprehend any longer. It was the kind of glazed-eye numbness that could linger for days or longer… but Diane knew that she didn't have even hours to wallow in the luxury of not thinking. She was at home again, somehow, and she had survived… that much she was grateful for, though her legs were still wobbly from Red's brutal ravishment and between them there throbbed the aching phantom pain of something still shoved between the ravaged lips of her vagina.

Trembling and wanting a drink or a cigarette or a pill, anything to calm her nerves, she made her way to the bathroom and switched on the light.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. There, staring blankly back at her, was the shame-branded face of an adulteress. Her lower lips still bore the bloodied traces of her flesh-biting passion and her cheeks were tracked with the still moist streaks of her tears.

I have to do something before Don gets home, she thought fearfully, shaking her head in a, near-futile attempt to force her mind to function normally again. I can't let Don see me like this! He'd know from just one look… he'd know what I've done!

She turned on the water in the bathtub full force and splashed a handful on her cheeks to hide the trail of her tears. With her fingers still trembling, she undressed quickly, tip-toeing out of the bathroom only long enough to pour herself a drink from Don's rye whiskey. She hated the stuff but she needed all the courage that she could muster to face the rest of this night, even cheap courage from a bottle.

Diane looked at the pile of soiled clothes on the bathroom floor before she dumped them all in the hamper. She hated them – she wanted to light a match to all of them, for they reminded her painfully of the shameful thing that she had done. In her giddiness, she fantasized that if all the clothes that she had worn to Red's were gone, then somehow the act would vanish from her memory.

A glimpse of rational cognition sparked in her jumbled thought and she realized, with alarm, that she was totally incoherent even in her own mind. What would she be like when Don came home? Would she even be able to talk to him without breaking apart?

Suddenly she remembered something that she had thought of on the drive home and she went into the hall to the full-length mirror, turning slowly and bending from the waist for a better look at her lust-damaged young body.