A Wife, A Slut, An Addict Ch. 2
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I started to spit them out, but he slapped my ass, hard, and said, "leave them there." Something about the tone in his voice made me obey. Those few moments had distracted me, but they hadn't distracted him at all. He just kept fucking me, hard and fast, all the way out and all the way in, each thrust like a hammer blow to my sopping pussy. I couldn't believe how much I loved it. We weren't having sex, he was using me for his pleasure in the most straightforward, animalistic way possible, and I loved every second. I picked up his rhythm again, pushing back at him as he thrust forward, making each stroke as hard and glorious as possible. Now I could feel my orgasm building, coming faster and faster. One stroke more, two, three, four and I came with a mind-numbing explosion. I couldn't move, I couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything but hang on as wave after wave rolled over me.
Of course, none of that affected him in the least. He just kept screwing me, slowly accelerating his pace so I could never quite get used to the sensations that spread out all over me from my battered slit. He fucked me harder and harder, and the intensity grew and grew. The feel of the grass under my hands and knees, the smell of the fresh mown lawn, the cool breeze on my over heated, exposed skin, the strength of his hands on my waist, the rhythmic slap of his body against my ass, the fullness of my box stuffed with 10 inches of solid meat, the pussy nectar running down my thighs, all of my senses seem to blend together to overwhelm me. Just then, he reached up to the front of my sundress and ripped it open, exposing my bra. He sounded angry as he said, "damn, what is this crap. Don't ever wear this kinda underwear again, you hear? If it ain't sexy, I better not see it on you." With that he tore my bra off me by grabbing the front and pulling until the clasp on the back gave way. Now my tits hung free and clear, bouncing with the impulse of his driving jabs. He took one in each hand, kneading and working them until my nipples were as hard as diamonds again. "I love the way your nips get hard like this. Just like a slut's should." He then rolled and twisted them between his fingers, adding one more element to the deluge of lust that engulfed me. Of course, he never stopped or even lost his stride during this, even for a moment. His cock was relentless, as it drove me on and on, deeper and deeper into that place where the world left me and there was nothing but the feelings that his fucking made real.
I'm really not sure how long this went on, I just know that at some point I started coming again, like the last time, but even deeper, longer, and harder. I screamed behind the gag, over and over again, out of control, as I came and came and came and came, seemingly forever. Somewhere during this, my arms gave out and I was face down in the grass. But he never let go of me, and he never stopped screwing me. And my orgasms, one blending right into the next, went on and on.
At the end, I must have fainted for a bit. When I came to my senses, he had pulled out of me, and there were gobs of cum rolling down my thighs from my red, swollen, pussy lips. I looked around, and there he was standing over me, his cock still hanging free. He looked down at me, lying there on the grass, with my clothes torn apart and my pussy gushing his cum, and he laughed. "Ever heard someone say I'm going to fuck your brains out? Well, that's what they meant." And he laughed again. He was right, too. He had fucked my brains out.
He pulled my panties out of my mouth, crooked his finger at me and said, "okay, finish up" and I knew exactly what he was expecting. I could hardly believe I managed it, but I got to my knees and quickly licked him clean. I was so exhausted from my orgasms that he had fucked out of me that I couldn't even think of finding the energy to blow him, even if the thought was exciting. That's how much the slut in me had taken over. As worn out as I was, I still was thinking about more. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have found the strength to suck him off.
"No blowjob today? Fine. Let's go in the house then, I'm not finished with your snatch yet." With that, he dragged me to my feet and propelled me toward the back door. I had just enough time to grab the discarded bra and panties as he pulled me up. As we entered the house, I practically begged him, "Please, please, just let me rest a minute. I can't, I just can't...."
"Yeah, sure, no problem, you can rest in bed, bitch" and he laughed again. "Show me your bedroom." That was the last place I wanted to take this man, but it was clear to me now exactly who was in control, and I did as he told me. When we got to my bedroom, he told me to take off what was left of my clothing. There didn't seem to be any point in trying to refuse, so I threw the bar and panties on the bed and took off the sundress and my shoes and socks. For the first time, I was completely naked in front of him, but Joe was more interested in his surroundings. He looked around the room and whistled appreciatively. "Very nice." We had a king sized bed with an old fashioned brass headboard, a dressing room, walk in closets, and a huge bath with separate shower and jacuzzi tub. "I could get used to this," and he pushed me onto the bed.
I lay across the bed, too tired to move. I still hadn't recovered from my extended orgasm. All I could do was lay there in front of him and try to catch my breath, and my wits. He didn't give me very long. After a minute of looking around our bedroom, he pushed me into the middle of the bed and got in beside me. I was lying on my side as he nuzzled up behind me and started kissing my neck and shoulders and running his hands all over my body, massaging, kneading, and fondling. From my hair to my back, my breasts and nipples, my ass and thighs, his hands roved all over. His touch ranged from butterfly light to deep and sharp. I'd never seen this side of Joe. I liked it. A lot. It was invigorating, restoring and sexy as hell. I thought that I should try and stop it, that I shouldn't just lie here and co-operate. And then I thought, "who am I kidding, he just spent the last hour with his dick in my cunt." Somehow, though, this felt more intimate, yet I didn't want him to stop. I was starting to get wet again. Every time he ran those strong hands over my nipples, they got just a bit harder. And every time he ran his hands over my ass and thighs, my twat got a little bit wetter. He gently pulled my shoulder toward him, and I rolled over to face him. He kissed me, and without even thinking I kissed him back. Our tongues mingled, explored, touched, melded. The flame that had started in my pussy exploded in my mind. I wanted him. It was in that moment that the "good wife" fled in defeat, knowing that the slut had won. I remembered again that every time he came in me, the chance of him impregnating me went up. It just made me hotter, more hungry for him. I realized that I had returned to full heat, my breasts swollen, my nibbles hard, my pussy lips enlarged, my box sopping and my clit erect.
I looked into his eyes, and in a horse whisper said, "Please, fuck me, fuck me now. I need your cock in me right now." He just smiled his slow smile at me and put his hand over my mound. He slipped one finger into my slit, and then a second. As he slowly fingered me, he rubbed the heel of his palm around and around on my clit. He was showing me that he could make me boil over without his dick, and he was doing a great job. "Ahhh, yess, don't stop, ooooohhh" but just as I got near my climax he did stop. I was right at the edge, but not over, and he knew it. He waited a couple of minutes for me to cool a bit, kissing and sucking my nipples, and then he started again with his hand. Right to the edge, and then he stopped again. By the third time, I was so crazed that I reached my hand down to finish myself, but he took both of my wrists in one hand and stretched them out over my head. Then he waited a minute and started again with his other hand. His grip was like a vise. He was driving me insane, but there was absolutely nothing I could do except endure the sensations that were becoming so intense that the border between pleasure and pain seemed to blur. I was reduced to pleading, "oh, oh, god, please, please, I can't stand it, oh please I beg you, let me come, please ohhh, ohhh...." Just as he had done with his huge cock, he had reduced me to helplessness with his incredible hands.
Finally, when I was well past the point where I thought it would ever end, he rolled over between my legs and took me to the hilt with one thrust. My pussy was awash in his come and my juices, so even his mammoth member didn't meet much resistance. When he hit bottom, I screamed at the top of my lungs and came. It was just one orgasm, not the endless string that I had had before, but it was as intense as anything I have ever felt. My entire body spasmed and heaved, completely beyond my control, as I was gripped in the center of a hurricane of climax. Eventually it started to subside, and I felt him start to slide in and out of me in that now familiar, compelling, inescapable cadence. I was stunned as I started to move with him, thinking that it was less than an hour since that marathon coupling on the back lawn and he was as hard as he had ever been, and moving just as fast. Each thrust pushed a little more cum from his previous discharge out onto my thighs. I had always been fastidious after sex with my husband, going to the bathroom right away to clean up, not wanting to have his cum dripping on me, but now the feel of it on my body just made me hotter still. After a few minutes, he let go of my hands and lifted my legs in front of his shoulders, giving him complete and easy access to my cunt and ass and making his prick go even deeper into my snatch.
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