Simon Jillson - Driven To Depravity

"No," Judy croaked. Why was she saying that? Was she saying it to deny him the knowledge he was seeking, or was she saying it to make certain that he would continue his delicious torture of her? Her tattered intellect couldn't answer that disquieting question so she ignored it.

"Waaaahhhh," Judy hooted as McCarter withdrew his finger from her navel. The fiery itch in her pussy didn't depart with it, but stayed to torment her.

McCarter was glad she hadn't given in. That would have been disappointing. He had a great deal more in store for her. He slid his hand southward, watching as it drew near Judy's thick, black bush. Her pubic hairs were curly and frizzy, a dense kinky mass that was cut off cleanly across the top. Probably she had to shave her belly to wear a bikini. He combed his fingers through the curls, tugging them out straight, then watching them spring back. He tugged on one strand, watching it pull at her skin as he did. He watched the uneven panting of her chest as he toyed with her bush.

Judy's lust built and built. Why didn't he lower his fingers just a little more? Why didn't he probe her hot pussy, pry into her dripping slit? Maybe the touch of his hand would end the desperate fiery itching in her guts? Judy heaved her hips upward, trying to encourage him, but it was a wasted effort. He kept his hand tantalizingly distant from her sexual organs.

The big man grinned at the way she was blindly seeking relief. He loved the way the muscles in her belly and thighs tightened to lift her hips upward, grind her pelvis against his hand. The blind mouth of her pussy was seeking his fingers hungrily. By lifting his head a little higher, he could see her pouting, bulging labia through her curling hair. There was even a flash of pink where the inner labia were distended with blood and protruding slightly from her hairy slit.

Judy suddenly realized both her hands were free. She reached out with the one McCarter had been holding, and the back of her fingers bumped against his strong, hard stomach. He lay on his side next to her. Her fingers brushed through curly, wiry hair, then touched a heavy, hard shaft. There, that was what she wanted, that was what she needed. She curled her fingers around it, and felt the velvety skin slide over the rigid, rippled core, felt the bulging veins shifting under the skin.

She explored the tower with her fingers. Suddenly, as she slid her fingers over the rubbery glans, her hand was slippery and sticky.

"Want it?" McCarter asked softly.

"Yes," Judy said in a croaking gasp.

"Then talk," he ordered.

"No!" Judy yelled defiantly.

Delicately, McCarter teased one finger between her labia and found her hard little button. He touched it very, very delicately, anticipating and avoiding the convulsive heave of her hips.

"Aaawww," Judy moaned at the feathery, blistering touch on her clitoris.

"Why are you doing this?" McCarter asked.

Judy didn't trust her voice any longer. She rolled her head from side to side in desperate denial. There was a second searing touch on her clitoris and her body heaved as if it had received an electric shock.

"Please," she mumbled.

"Tell me," he insisted. He flicked her clitoris with his fingertip, battered the excited, erect button.

"Pleeezzzeee," Judy wailed. Her entire body was bathed in fiery need.

She squeezed the cock in her hand and pulled on it, trying to pull it to the entrance of her ravenous vagina.

"Why-are-you-doing-this?" McCarter repeated, emphasizing each word by flicking his finger against her clit.

"Aah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhhhh," Judy wailed. "Aaawwww, don't torture me. I'm yours, anything you want, just take me," she pleaded.

"Why?" McCarter demanded again, still pulverizing her clitoris.

Judy rolled her head from side to side. Her jaw was working mindlessly.

"WHY?" he rapped out sharply. Then he jerked his hand away from her pussy.

"Wwwaaaahhhh!" Judy felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water. Where there had been searing, agonizing stimulation, suddenly there was nothing! Which was ten times worse than what she had been enduring. "It's because of Mark," she erupted. "My husband, Mark, he's dying unless we can get the money," she babbled. "He needs a kidney machine."

Triumphant, the big man pressed his whole hand down on Judy's dripping, starving pussy. He probed his longest finger into her vagina and was amazed at the flood of juices that greeted it. He cupped and pressed her pussy and wiggled his finger in her soaking, clinging wet hole.

Judy had lost, and she knew it. She rolled toward the victor and pushed him over on his back. She squirmed her petite, lithe body over his huge muscular frame, clinging to him with arms and legs, nibbling at his mouth and chin. Then, straddling him, she pushed herself upright. With frantic hunger, she gripped his phallus and held it perpendicular to his body. She positioned her pussy over it, lowered herself until it nestled at the entrance of her vagina. Her face became a blank mask of pure engulfing passion as she lowered herself on the monster tower of pink and white flesh, driving it up into her darkly bushed sex. She spitted herself on it with total abandon. She felt it drive deep, deep into her grasping, dripping vagina, felt it spread the velvety walls, felt it stuff her full.

"Aaaaawwww," she sighed happily as she settled her hips down on McCarter, his prick totally in her vagina.

When she finally adjusted to having the fullness she had so desperately needed, she opened her eyes and looked down at the man under her. He had his hands behind his head, and was grinning at her. "You bastard," she hissed.

"Tut-tut," he chided.

"If I didn't need you so damn much, I'd leave right now," she told him.

"You'd be walking bowlegged for a month."

"I sure as hell would," he acknowledged.

"You admit it?" she asked, surprised.

"You think it was easy on me?" he retorted. Then he frowned. "I'm sorry about your husband."

"Forget about my husband," Judy snapped. "All that matters right now is this." She lifted off him, feeling his prick slide from her, then dropped back down on him with a soggy squishing sound.

"You're right."

"Now I'm going to give you a fucking like you never had before in your life," she growled. She lifted and dropped again. His cock felt like a telephone pole in her guts. Leaning forward, she lifted and dropped again, and again, and again. Her pelvis rocked forward and back, making his phallus drive into her at exciting angles, push and tug at the walls of her vagina.

McCarter's face was shining with sweat. He was more than ready for action. It had taken incredible self-control to keep from leaping on this delicious woman long ago and pounding his cock into her slender body. He was sorry about her husband. He felt a twinge of regret he had brought the matter up at all. But his regret was washed away in a surge of pleasure as his cock slid past the walls of her pussy. His hips lifted and he drove up as she came down on him. Their bodies collided in mid-air and rebounded. Bouncing his hips off the mattress, using the thrust of the springs to increase his thrust, he slammed up against Judy even harder.

Judy felt the shock go straight up her spine to her head. Her jaw snapped shut as a blast of lust geysered through her from the impact.

She reached down between them with the fingers of her right hand and diddled her clitoris, increasing her pleasure still more. Then the man she was screwing caught on to what she was doing, and brushed her hand aside. His thumbs took over the task, spreading the upper end of her labia. Cold air struck her inner folds. When he pinched and rolled her clitoris against her pubic arch, Judy thought she was going to go mad.

She writhed in a wild frenzy, making her taut breasts jiggle insanely.