Simon Jillson: Driven To Depravity

Judy suddenly noticed the way her taut breasts were rolling and bobbing on the surface, in full view. She lost her rhythm and floundered for a moment, which gave him half a yard advantage on her. She regained her poise and pulled harder, but couldn't catch up.

Suddenly the explosive splashing of his kick stopped. It had been the only thing she had been able to see. Just as she twisted her head to look for him, a hand closed on her outstretched arm. Her fingers brushed the end of the pool. Then she was swept up against him, and her back came up against his heaving, hairy chest. Before she could get her feet under her his arm was around her, and his hand was cupping her breast. She fought against his intimate grasp, but it was futile.

"Tut-tut, Mrs. Penncroft," he chided her. "It was a perfectly fair race."

Heat flooded through Judy from the man's bold, possessive touch on her bare breast. She could feel his cock nuzzling her buttocks insolently and tried to squirm away from it. "Please…"

"I happen to know just how badly you want this listing," Mr. Shein informed her, "and why."

Judy relaxed in his arms. She was cursing the way her body was reacting. Something about the hard, hot hairy, muscular man behind her, the rough touch of his hands on her bare breasts and belly, and the cool water, all were conspiring to send her passions soaring.

"I am interested in selling my house, Mrs. Penncroft," Steven Shein went on, sliding one hand down her belly. His fingers pressed into the warm hairy tangle of her pussy. He probed her hot, slick, excited vaginal opening. "As a matter of fact, I would even accept a lowly million and a half for it. It so happens I need the cash right now.

However, as I said, any broker in town can get me a million and a half for it. If you are to get the listing, the exclusive listing, you are going to have to offer some additional incentive."

Judy remained silent.

"Let's see," Mr. Shein murmured softly. "The commission for a sale on a million and a half is – uhm – around fifteen thousand. Add to that the commission you could get from a buyer, and you have a nice round thirty thousand dollars."

Judy was a little amazed at the research the man had done.

"And, as I recall, the cost of a home kidney machine happens to come to a nice, neat, even, thirty thousand dollars," Steven Shein finished smoothly.

Judy had let her thighs drift open as he drilled his finger into her pussy. His probing had admitted a wash of exciting, cool water to her sensitive, burning tissues. She felt her stomach muscles writhing excitedly. His hand on her neatly rounded breast was firm and confident. He pinched and twisted her nipple expertly. His cock was nuzzling into the crack of her ass like a small animal burrowing after a reward.

Judy tried to excuse her behavior by reminding herself what the money was for. If she didn't get the machine for Mark, he would be gone forever in a few short weeks.

And, Steven Shein wasn't an unattractive man, either. Which thought made what was going to happen seem worse.

The aroused man controlled Judy's petite body as easily as if she were a doll. Swinging her around, he hooked his arms under her knees and shoulders and lifted. With insolent ease, he sloshed up the steps in the corner of the pool, Judy in his arms.

With a whimper of misery, Judy pressed her face against his chest. She felt the hot sun burning the water off her pale bare skin as he carried her across the deck. Then she was lowered to the lounge, spread on her back in the harsh glaring sunlight.

Over her, a shadowy, menacing presence, stood Steven Shein, his face invisible because of the glare of the sun. Painfully visible, however, was the huge shaft of his erect phallus, jutting out from his thick pubic bush. Judy closed her eyes.

Shein stood over the small woman, his eyes devouring her bare beauty.

Her small, slender, graceful body made his mouth water. The pale bikini stripes across her heightened his interest in her. She lay on her back, one knee bent, concealing nothing from him. The dark brush of her pussy seemed to almost tug at his cock from a distance – it was like a magnet pulling at him.

Bending over her, he closed his hands over the soft mounds of her breasts. Her skin was cool from the swim and satin smooth. Her nipples burrowed into his palms as he mashed the fleshy globes against her graceful ribs.

"Aaaahhh," Judy moaned softly as fire washed through her. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but knew, too, that she was going to. Her head rolled with building excitement, her fingers curled.

Releasing one of Judy's breasts, he reached down and touched the inside of her knee. Gently, he pushed outward, spreading her leg to expose more of her pussy. Huddled far down between her graceful thighs, deep in the heart of her black bush, nestled in the crevice between her pouting, full labia, was a flash of exciting pink flesh. His probing finger had already told him that her vagina was almost virginal – much tighter and hotter than his wife's.

He stroked the back of his fingers down the silken flesh on the inside of her thigh. Reaching her pussy, he spread her labia carefully. Her inner folds were a brilliant pink, shining wet, slick and juicy. The bud of her clitoris gleamed like a pearl in the bright sunlight. After coating his finger with her juices, he gently teased that nerve-loaded button.

"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the sparkling blue sky. Her toes tensed, her hips rolled and twisted. Fire was slashing through her sun-baked flesh as she lay naked and unprotesting under the man's insolent explorations. "Aaawww," she moaned again as her lust soared higher. She tried to tell herself that she was impatient for him to get it over with, but knew that wasn't really it. She wanted his cock in her, deep inside her, that was what she was impatient for. She reached out blindly and found the hard, hot shaft. A burning drop of slippery fluid seared her fingers as she curled them around the knob-head of Shein's hard pulsing prick. She stroked the powerful, heavy cylinder, trying to build his excitement, encouraging him to thrust his prick into her belly.

The woman fondling Shein's cock was writhing like an animal in the bright sunlight. His hands looked brown and hard and brutal against her soft, pale flesh. One hand still engulfed one of her breasts. A pert, pink nipple peeked out from between his pinching fingers. He diddled the steaming folds of her weeping pussy with the fingers of his other hand. Her slick secretions had coated his fingers. Her hot milking grip around his thrumming, ready prick was lifting him higher and higher.

Finally, Steven Shein lowered himself onto the petite real estate agent. The aluminum and plastic of the lounge groaned as his weight was added to hers. Her skin felt like satin against his hairy body.

Judy spread her thighs wide as he came down on her. She kept hold of his cock until she had nestled its head at the opening to her ready vagina. Then she awkwardly pulled her hand from between them and clutched his hard, muscular back. She heaved her hips up in an attempt to get the cock she needed so desperately into her.

Judy's pussy embraced the sensitive head of Steve Shein's cock like a velvet glove. Thrilled with the hot, gripping tightness of her tunnel, he eased his phallus into her with gentle, careful pumps of his hips.

She was tight, deliciously, delectably tight, a hot clinging sheath of living flesh embracing his stocky cock. He could feel wisps of wiry pubic hair scratching the skin of his shaft as he eased it into her.

"Aaaawww, fuck me," Judy moaned, wrapping her legs around his muscular hips and urging him deeper. She spurred him on with her heels, urging him further into her hot, hungry hole. "Fuck me," she whispered. Her animal lust had burned away all of her hesitations and inhibitions. All that mattered now was reaching that wonderful, burning peak of pleasure.