Marie Kozyk tried for a moment to resist the pressure of his hands on her head, even though she knew she would not be able to for very long. She nibbled frantically at his right nipple, running her tongue over the tiny protuberance and grasping it between her teeth in a gentle grip, but this was a mistake: by exciting him this way, she had only made him all the more eager to have her suck his cock. He pushed harder against her head, and she reluctantly gave in to the pressure.
What a hypocritical sonofabitch you are, she thought weakly as her lips neared the half-hard tool lying across his belly. Paul Ryan, the voice of moral righteousness in Hardin County, and he wants to hare his prick sucked! You’re too hung up to ask for a blow job straight out, you pious fraud, but you know I can’t resist getting my mouth around your cock! And you’re so fucked out already, you can’t raise a hard-on without getting sucked a little, too!
She reluctantly twisted around on the motel room’s bed, reversing her position and bringing her crotch closer to his end of the rumpled bed, but she knew that her shift would be useless – Paul had never shown any interest in muff-diving. Marie lifted her upper thigh so that he would be able to see every detail of her flushed, moist-lipped pussy, but he showed hardly any interest in her aroused condition. Paul Ryan, she thought, believed that pussies were made to be fucked and nothing more. There were times when she wondered how he managed to find the nerve to caress her slit even for the few moments that he did, whenever they met for one of their fuck sessions; it was all too clear that he considered his work done when the fat lips became coated with the hot, slippery oil which her cunt poured out so profusely whenever she became highly aroused. He lay on his back and continued pressing her head towards his cock, using both hands and entirely ignoring the juicy, ripe slit which she offered.
Marie looked at the long, thick hulk of his cock for a moment. Even half-hard, it was a good six inches in length and at least an inch in diameter. It was almost stiff enough to be forced into her cunt right now, though she would never have done so, nor would he have allowed her to without first going down on him. She took his dick in her left hand and gently forced the smooth pink foreskin off the head. As always, the sight of a big, handsome prick being skinned back sent a shiver of unearthly delight flashing through her nervous system. Pimples of gooseflesh sprang up all over her long, slender body and she felt her nipples growing even harder and more alive with feeling.
She pressed the loose skin back down the shaft until the head sat atop it like a huge, obscene mushroom. His cock drooped badly, tilting off to his left, but that only meant that she would have all the more fun: the sensation of a cock growing hard and hot within her mouth invariably gave her the deepest possible sexual pleasure and made her cunt all the more receptive to the tool’s brutal, thrusting entrance. Marie jacked him off for a moment, enjoying the sight of the foreskin slipping over the head and then sliding back, and then leaned over him to take the warm tool into her mouth. As always, the feel of a cock against her tongue inflamed her senses with new urgency, and she crushed the soft, satin-smooth head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She ground her head around his prick with relish and groaned deep in her throat.
At the same time, she thrust her right hand between her thighs and grasped the full, sensitive lips of her pussy between her thumb and forefinger. She rubbed the big folds together and pulled them out away from her pussy; the increased pressure exerted a delicious pull on her stiff clitoris and she felt her desire even more strongly. Her hips contracted into knots of hard, quivering muscle and she tilted her butt upward, grinding the aroused flesh of her twat into her hand. Her tongue glided around the head of Paul’s cock and scoured the deep groove separating the tip from the shaft.
Even if he was a barely adequate lover, she reflected in a tiny corner of her mind as she worked her mouth around his rod, he was at least a man and therefore more satisfying than her fingers. Her mind inevitably drifted back to Steve, her husband, and the comparison between him and Paul was ludicrous enough to make her grimace with wry humor. He had undoubtedly been a stupid, sensual Polack, as she herself had told him often enough, but he had a marvelous ability to make her pussy hum with sexual life. He had taught her how to eat a cock in the most exciting, efficient way and had also introduced her to pussy-licking, an experience which had left an indelible mark on her.
The horny bastard, she thought as she remembered the hearty way he had dragged his tongue along her crack, stimulating her from asshole to clitoris, celebrating his fortieth birthday by running off with that little slut who wasn’t even half his age! I hope he got his money’s worth out of her, the silly little bitch!
Marie’s vehement sucking soon brought Paul’s tool up to a firm, throbbing hard-on. His prick had swelled out to its maximum size and gave her a comfortable mouthful. She jacked him off with her left hand and rubbed the lips of her pussy even more strenuously with her right. He watched her play with the dark-red slit but made no move to help her. The steady flow of cunt lubricant had continued and her fingers were now brightly wet with the slippery substance, which had also welled out of the ripe slit and trickled down over her brownie.
“Ooohhh, honey! I can’t wait any longer!” he groaned suddenly.
Marie quickly removed her mouth from his cock and rolled over onto her back. She would have preferred mounting him, sitting over his prick and guiding it up into her boiling-hot snatch, but he had no patience with such outlandish ways of screwing. Paul Ryan insisted that there was only one way to ball, and he was a man who was accustomed to having his way. Marie, well-versed in his sexual preferences after having dated him for six months, obediently brought her legs up high and spread them wide. Paul lay over her, extending his brawny, powerful arms to support himself and catching her legs just behind the knees, and she reached down to grasp his cock in one hand. She used her other hand to spread the lips of her pussy wide. After rubbing the swollen, livid tip of his prick over her soft, inner flesh for a moment and coating it with the rich oil her cunt had produced, she looked up with a question in her eyes.
“Ready?” she asked.
He nodded, keeping his own eyes locked in place at the junction of their sexual organs, and she nosed the big tool into the mouth of her cunt. He bore down against her and her hand kept his prick in place as he increased the pressure. Marie groaned slightly as the broad head forced the rim of her cunt into a big circle. By pulling her legs so far back, she had drastically foreshortened her cunt and, in effect, constricted the hole. Getting his cock inside her twat would have been far simpler had she been allowed to extend her legs to a more comfortable angle, but she did not object; if anything, she rather enjoyed it because it made the entry so much more deliciously difficult and therefore all the more pleasing. Apart from the climax, she loved the entry most and could gladly have endured it over and over again had Paul been wining to give her that particular pleasure.
Once his cock was in, it was in for good, he believed, and thus he made no effort to repeat the process. He forced his way into her hole with a powerful effort and she gave another little wheezing gasp of pleasure when she felt her cunt finally give way and admit the burly tool. He continued to watch his cock pierce her snatch and muttered something under his breath when he saw that he had firmly seated the stiff rod. Marie pulled her hands away and placed them around his hips. She dug her fingers deep into the tightly packed flesh and pulled him towards her, giving her hips a toss from side to side as she did so.
The extreme position she had adopted robbed her of most of her mobility, which was the basis for her main complaint against it. Paul preferred his women to be virtually immobile while they were being fucked. He had mentioned once that the women in the movies they occasionally saw had to be exceptionally depraved to mount a man and moved their bodies in such lascivious ways; it never occurred to him that his own hangups might be equally remarkable, and Marie knew better than to suggest such a notion to him.
Paul Ryan was an extremely complex man, no doubt of that. He had no compunctions about using his position as chairman of Midwood’s school board to pressure the more attractive women teachers into going to bed with him, notwithstanding his reputation as a pillar of his local church and his married state. Hypocrites came in all shapes, sizes and colors, as Marie well knew, but she had never seen a more flagrant case than Paul Ryan. Still, for all his moral duplicity he was a man, she had to admit that, and the small, rural township of Midwood did not exactly have an abundance of attractive single men to squire her about. Except for the basketball coach who had left Midwood after one year, Marie had not screwed a man since her husband had left her two years ago – not until Paul Ryan had begun paying attention to her.
At thirty-seven, Marie seemed to be coming into her sexual prime, at least as far as her enjoyment was concerned. Never before had she ever wanted men so much, she thought, nor had she ever felt as much outright pleasure at having one, even so mediocre a fuck as Paul Ryan. There were days when her desire for a cock was so strong that she could almost feel one of the big, hot tools sliding into her cunt, which seemed to stay on a low boil at an times. Her taste for sperm was stronger than ever, too.
Paul leaned farther over her and extended his legs to the rear until he was supporting all his weight on his extended arms and the balls of his feet. His cock pointed straight down into her cunt and slithered in and out as he bounced up and down on her. Marie looked down and saw the thick spike plunging in and out of her; her cunt had already coated it with a rich coat of her juices. She remembered some of the scenes they had seen in the sex movies, and knew that Paul was consciously copying what he had seen there. A memory of those scenes flashed into her own mind and lent an added thrill to her enjoyment of the steady thrusting.
She knew that her asshole, tightly stretched and puckered, would be extremely visible. She could imagine the lips of her pussy stretching outward as he pulled his thick cock out, then being pushed down into the outer fold as he drove in once more. The sight of a hot, fat-lipped pussy being fucked had always struck her as sensual in the extreme and there had been a time, with Steve, when they had rarely balled without arranging mirrors around their bed so they could see themselves from a variety of angles. Paul’s willingness to copy the styles of fucking they had seen on film would not extend to the final phase of the act, she knew, and this she found a source of occasional regret.
Ordinarily Marie would have preferred having her man shoot his balls off into her cunt, or possibly in her mouth or asshole, but there were times – perhaps once a week – when she would have liked for him to pull his prick out before coming and let her finish him with her hand. The mere thought of holding a big, hot cock, all slippery with cunt juices and fresh from her body, and fist-fucking it until the cum burst out in a fiery flood was enough to bring a low, guttural moan of desire to her throat.
Paul mistook the groan for lust and speeded up his plunging. Marie started to correct him, then gave it up; she would be able to excite herself enough to join him in his climax, she knew, and the hour was late enough that they ought to be getting back to Midwood anyway. She brought her hands up to her big, firm tits and palmed her nipples. The twin cones of lust-darkened flesh, sensitive in the extreme, responded quickly to her caress and transmitted extra amounts of sexual arousal to her nervous system. Her hips tossed jerkily and her cunt twisted around his pistoning cock.
“Unngghh!” he grunted. “God, make me come, honey, my balls are melting!”
“Aurrgghhh! Owwww!” she painted. “Oooh, fuck me, Paul, fuck my cunt off! Anngghh! Aiiieee! Do to me, do it now! I can’t hold it any more!”
She shuddered as his prick drove into her pussy to the bans. The wiry hair growing around the base of the tool ground harshly against the lips of her pussy, mashing them against his crotch, and she felt his big, hairy bans scraping against the ultrasensitive mouth of her bung. She jerked up against him and sucked in a deep breath. Her abdominal muscles contracted with violent spasms when the climactic joy burst deep inside her cunt; the long, shuddering spasms caused her cunt to grip his dick tightly again and again. A low, quavering shriek of abandoned joy welled out of her throat when she felt his big cock heave once, then again, and finally begin spurting hot jizz.
Paul’s orgasmic spasms never lasted long and the sperm only dribbled out in weak little jets but even so she felt him come. The pleasure of feeling a man’s cock deep in her cunt, shuddering and quivering as his balls pumped out the hot cream, was enough to send her further into a delirium of sensual wonder. She continued grinding her hips around the impaling spike and clawed ever more furiously at her throbbing booby.
Just at the moment when Steve would have begun fucking her cunt with renewed fury, seeking to bring her body to another and even more abandoned stage of sexual pleasure, Paul collapsed weakly atop her. He released her legs and spread himself out on her with a long, wheezing gasp of satisfaction. Marie brought her legs down and locked them together around his thighs, giving one last flurry of movement, but she could feel his cock growing limper and smaller by the second. He was finished, she knew, and the knowledge that she had fucked the life out of his cock gave her far less pleasure than she would have liked.
Conceited bastard, she thought grimly. Pop your fucking nuts off and that’s it, huh? Damn, what a waste of time! You can’t even make a girl come twice!
There was nothing to be done, though. Once Paul had shot his wad, he was finished for the evening. No power on earth, she guessed, could get him aroused once he had emptied his balls in her cunt. He rolled off her with a grunt and lay on his back, dragging his wet, limp prick across her belly as he did so. She looked down at the small tool with a contempt she could barely disguise.
“It’s getting late,” he muttered.
“Yes, I suppose we ought to be getting back,” she agreed, knowing that this was her cue to get moving.
They dressed quickly and left. Marie sat quietly as he drove her back to the spot where she had left her car; she could feel his cum slowly oozing out of her pussy and drenching her panties with its liquid warmth, but she did not move. Her skirt was due for a cleaning anyway.
Paul said little as they drove through the night, and his good-bye, when he pulled up beside her car, was only a perfunctory one. Marie watched him drive off and then, muttering a curse, got into her own car and drove away.
