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CHAPTER SIX

Claire scowled when she saw Mike Rowley's pick-up truck parked in her driveway. What did he want? Well, she knew what he wanted, but what did he expect to get? Claire knew that she shouldn't have flirted with the man, that she had been a terrible cock-teaser, but that didn't give him the right to come around looking for pussy, did it? She set her jaw, determined to be firm and distant with the horny fellow. She marched into the house.

She stopped dead in her tracks, with a gasp.

Mike was sitting there, grinning, a drink in one hand and his huge prick in the other!

"How dare you?" Claire demanded… but her eyes were glued to the man's mighty weapon. Despite herself, she began to get hot at the sight of his potent cockmeat.

"I came to get laid," he rasped.

"I… I told you, Mike, I don't want to cheat on Harry…"

"Fuck Harry! You're a cock-teasing bitch, Claire… and I ain't the sort of guy that likes to get turned on and then teased. If you don't give me a fuck, I'm gonna tell your husband how you let me feel your tits and how you played with my prick."

"You wouldn't!"

"I sure as hell would."

"That's… that's blackmail!"

"Yeah – and your cunt is the ransom."

Mike had not failed to notice the way that Claire's eyes were fixed, fascinated, on his cock. Now he grinned and slowly ran his hand up and down his prickshaft, causing his cockhead to flare out in a meaty wedge and the dark vein to pulsate.

Despite her good intentions, Claire felt dizzy with desire as she stared at his thundering cock. She knew that it was going to be hard to resist him. Then, too, maybe he would tell her husband about what they had done. Wouldn't it be better to cheat on Harry, without his knowing about it, than to have him find out that she had almost cheated on him? Did blackmail justify it?

"C'mere, baby," Mike rasped.

Claire shook her head no, but even as she did so, she found that she was stepping toward him. She could not take her eyes off his cock. She felt like a bird that had looked into the eye of the serpent and could not look away or flee.

Rowley grinned at her expression, figuring that he had it made. He gave his cock another slow push-pull. It was towering up from his groin like a beacon, the knob bright purple, and Claire was being drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

She stood close before him, her hands clenched at her sides, emotions struggling in her mind and her body, good intentions wrestling with carnal urges.

"You like my prick, right?" he said.

"Y-yes. But I d-don't want it in me," she stammered.

"Bullshit," he snorted.

He hiked up, driving the tower of his fuck-tool up like a launched missile. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

"Suck it!" he snarled, certain now that he had her.

"N-no! No, I won't!"

"C'mon, baby – suck my cock. You know you want to," he urged, speaking softer now, persuasively.

"Maybe I want to but I'm not going to," she said.

He leered. His fist pushed down and his naked cockhead throbbed, straining and swelling. That bead of pre-cum slid down the dark purple slab. Claire watched it, her mouth watering. The pink tip of her tongue slid across her lips and Mike grinned.

"If… if I suck your cock and let you come in my mouth… will that be all right?" she asked. "I don't want you to fuck me but I'll suck you off if you want it… if you'll promise not to tell my husband that we were fooling around. Okay?"

Claire had decided that it was the best way out of the situation, as long as Mike agreed to it. Blowing him wasn't as bad as fucking him, she guessed, as far as infidelity went. Claire reasoned that she was justified, that it was the lesser of two evils to take him in her mouth instead of up her cunt, as long as her husband never found out.

But the truth, of course, was that Claire was drooling for Mike's cockmeat.

"Yeah! Gimme a blowjob!" Mike said, enthusiastically. "I won't tell old Harry if you drink my jism, baby."

Claire hesitated for a moment, then sighed and sank gracefully onto her knees in front of the seated man. He pushed his legs out and thrust his loins upward. The purple head of his prick was shaped like a mushroom and the fat, dark vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft was as big as Claire's little finger. His balls were enormous. Although the woman was being forced to do this, she could not deny to herself that she wanted to do it, as well. She hungered for his tasty looking prickmeat and for the jism it held.

She blew her warm breath over his cockhead.

Mike worked his cock muscles, causing his big fuck-tool to throb. He was leering at her, looking over the head of his upthrust prick as if it were a gunsight.

Claire reached out and she folded her fist around the stem of his prick, squeezing, feeling the hardness and the heat. Then she slowly stroked his cock up and down.

"I ain't gonna settle for no fucking handjob," he snarled. "Use your mouth, baby. Suck me off with those sweet lips and that hot tongue and swallow my cum."

That, of course, was what Claire wanted, despite herself. She slid her hand down from his pounding fuckrod and cupped his balls.

She leaned closer.

She could feel the heat of his cock and balls waft into her excited face and she knew that her face was flushed and glowing. The cock-hungry wife had lost all her inhibitions now that she was so close to Mike's massive prick, her mouth watering for it.

Claire managed to smile, she said, "Oh, yes… I'll suck you off, Mike. I'll milk your prick and drink your cream."

"Yeah!" he grunted, aroused, perfectly happy to settle for a blowjob instead of a fuck… but thinking, too, that maybe he would make her fuck him afterward, as well. His blackmail had worked the first time and he figured it would be good again, that he would come over for a blowjob or a fuck whenever he felt like it.

Why, he might even fuck the cock-teasing bitch's asshole, he thought.

But there was no hurry. First he wanted to enjoy her mouth. He wanted to see his fat prick going in and out of that haughty, aristocratic face, between those lips that had denied him. He wanted to drench her with jism and watch her swallow the stuff, both for the pleasure of it and to humiliate the woman who had toyed with him and teased his prick.

He could see that Claire was getting enthusiastic about blowing him, however. He rather wished that she was more reluctant, that she was forced to do it without enjoying it, herself. But he knew that a woman gives better head when she is in the mood for it, and he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Claire leaned in, pushed her tongue out and started licking his bloated, hairy balls. Mike groaned. His hard balls jiggled around inside the loose skin as she lathered his sac with saliva. The bitch knew how to tongue, all right! She knew that she shouldn't just pop it in her mouth and suck, but that she had to work up to it gradually.

She lifted his balls, tonguing under them.

"Yeah, lap my cockmeat, you bitch!" he rasped.

Claire began to lick up his prickshaft, her hot, nimble tongue slipping back and forth, tracing up the line of his dark vein. She fluttered her tongue against the underside of his knob, where it flared out from his cockshaft and the vein spread out into the fat, bivalved head. Mike moaned with the wonderful feeling.

"You cocksucker!" he growled. "Lap it up, bitch! Tongue my cockmeat, you cum-drinking whore!"

But he failed to humiliate the woman. Claire was far too aroused for that. She looked up at him, amusement showing in her eyes. "Yes, Mike," she purred. "I'm a cocksucker. I love sucking cocks. And I'm going to milk you to the bone, you bastard."

Lowering her face, she began lapping him from his balls to his cockhead once more, running her tongue up with moist, slurping strokes, then zigzagging it up and down. A nugget of jism squeezed from the tip of his prick and ran down his cockshaft. She lapped it up with her tongue, and he saw her throat work as she swallowed it. It thrilled him to know that some of his cum was in the elegant woman's belly, that he was defiling her with his jism.

"Ummm, yummy," she purred.

"Jesus! Suck it!" he rasped, humping up from the chair, afraid that he was going to blow his wad before he got his prick into her mouth. As he thrust up, Claire tilted her head and fitted her lips to the underside of his cockshaft, playing him like a flute. His cockhead was leaking steadily now, foaming with jism. Some of it stayed on the tip of his cock, frothy, like whipped cream lathering his dark purple prickmeat. The rest of it trickled down into her lips. Her mouth slid up and down, slurping the stuff up.

"You're a bastard… but your cum is delicious," she purred. "I hope you got plenty of it because I'm real hungry."

"I got plenty!" he growled.

Christ, he thought, what if she milks me dry and doesn't get enough? That would humiliate the living shit out of me! But he wasn't really worried. He always came by the bucketful and had never had a complaint.

Claire slid her lips up to the tip of his prick now. She kissed his throbbing knob, then let her lips part and slowly fed his cockhead into her mouth.

"Ahhh…" he sighed as he felt his blazing prickmeat enveloped in her soft cheeks and pursed lips. She nursed on his cockhead, her cheeks drawing inwards on both sides and her lips peeling outwards. Her tongue was working against the underside of his knob, flashing back and forth under the fat wedge.

"Ummm," she purred. She glanced up at his face and was pleased to find his features contorted by lust. She knew that she gave great head and she wanted to drive Mike wild.

She only had the head of his cock in her mouth so far. The rest of his long, thick fuckrod stood out between his balls and her lips, throbbing violently. She had his balls in one hand. Her other hand flattened on his belly.

"Suck it! Suck my prick!" he wailed.

Claire began to bob up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, the hairy apples of his balls. Each time she bobbed down, she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. Mike groaned and thrashed about as more and more of his meat went into her hot mouth. He reached down to place a hand behind her head, urging her to take more of it, to take it all.

"Swallow it, baby," he moaned. "Swallow my cock, get it all right down your fucking throat!"

Claire whimpered and bobbed all the way down. His fat cockhead wedged into her gullet and every inch of his formidable prick vanished into her greedy mouth and throat. Her nose rustled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin caressed his balls. He stared down, amazed to find that the woman had swallowed every precious inch, that she was deep-throating him, her lips parted at the very base of his fuckrod.

"You cocksucker!" he gasped, but it was no insult now. This was the best head that Mike had ever had and now he was using the word as a sort of compliment. Claire took it that way. She smiled around the mouthful of hot cockmeat.

The blonde began to go up and down again. She drew up until only the head of his cock was in her mouth and her lips had collared him just behind his big knob, paused to suck, then bobbed back down, taking his cockhead down her throat, consuming every inch of his delicious prickmeat. She was taking him in like a sword-swallower. Her lips pulled and dragged and sucked. Her tongue continued to slash against his cockhead and shaft as it went in and out. She tilted her head, varying the technique, taking his knob into one check and then the other and then taking it right down her throat once more.

As her lips pulled up, saliva ran down his fuckrod. Streaked with that saliva there was some of his milky jism. Then her lips went down again, slurping his meat back into her mouth, reclaiming her saliva and his jism. She sighed and purred. She swallowed. As much as Mike wag enjoying having his prick sucked, Claire seemed to be enjoying it even more, having gone suck-crazy on his cockmeat.

Claire slid her hand from his belly, then reached under him. She began to finger his asshole, then pushed one finger right up inside his shit chute, reaming the tight hole.

Mike yelped and his ass corkscrewed upward, driving his prick into her eager mouth. Claire began to tilt her head from side to side, rotating her compressed lips around his fuckrod. He bucked, plunging into her throat. Claire gagged as her air was cut off, then panted as his prick withdrew, sucking across every inch of it.

She drew up to his pricktip.

"Come," she whispered, her lips mouthing the words right on his meaty cockhead. "Cream in my mouth, Mike…"

"Yeah… yeah…" he gasped. His heels drummed on the floor and he threw his head back, his eyes rolling wildly and his mouth hanging open, lost in the thrill of her mouth-fucking skills. "Soon – keep sucking, baby. Suck the jism out of my balls, you sweet cocksucking bitch – you – cum-drinking tramp! Suck my cum out!"

Claire began to bob up and down faster and her tongue was flying around against his cockhead and shaft as she sought to bring him to the peak now. She was relishing his tasty cockmeat but now she yearned for the creamy dessert of his ejaculation.

"Here it comes!" he cried.

Claire whimpered in anticipation, salivating heavily as she drove her head far down on his fuckrod… and met his first thick spurt on the way, as it shot from his cockhead in a mighty jet.

His cum hit the back of her throat. She gulped it down and mouthed all of his prick, taking him in balls-deep. As she drew back up, he shot his second wad. It skimmed over her arched tongue in a creamy cascade. She drank it merrily down and kept bobbing, as if her head was a pump, pulling the juice from the well of his balls.

Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow his jism. It overflowed her lips and poured back down his prickshaft, pooling up on his balls. Up and down she went, milking and nursing, sucking and tonguing for all she was worth.

It was making her hot to drink his cum.

Her pussy had opened and ribbons of cunt-juice were running down the insides of her thighs. She knew that she was going to have to finger-fuck herself as soon as she finished emptying his prick. Maybe he would like to watch her do it. Or maybe she should go back over to Molly's for another cuntsucking session. She would decide afterward. At the moment there was only one task at hand, and that was emptying Mike's big cock and drinking his succulent jism.

He sprayed her cheek with a dose, then hosed the roof of her mouth with another. He flooded her tongue and throat. His hot jism was running through her teeth and soaking into her gums and dripping from the roof of her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, willing to ignore her own needs as long as he was feeding her that delectable fuck juice, abandoned to the joys of cum-drinking. He was coming so hard that she could actually hear the cream squirt from his cockhead, shooting out with a moist, hissing sound. She could feel his balls collapse as they emptied themselves and poured the creamy load into her mouth.

Mike's body was racked by spasms as his cum shot out. His back arched deeply and he emitted a strangled cry, a bubbling sound rather, as if his own throat were flooded with jizz. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling with sightless eyes, his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving violently. As he shot, his loins recoiled. The man seemed to be suffering the shock of an electric current, some high voltage charge galvanizing his body, as if his prick had been plugged into a wall socket instead of into Claire's hot mouth.

Claire was jerking around, as well, her body out of control as it yielded to pure lust. She might have been drinking from a soldering iron, instead of from a prick, from the way she reacted. Her face was a mask of passion, enhanced by the jism that ran down her chin. Her nipples and her clit hummed and cunt-juice poured down her thighs. She hummed as his cum hissed into her greedy mouth and puffed as it bubbled down into her belly in load after load.

His flow lessened, still coming but with less vitality. Instead of hosing her throat now, Mike was dribbling his jism onto her arched tongue and pursed lips.

Then she had milked the last drops from him and, although the cum-loving woman continued to nurse on his knob, she could not drag another solitary nugget of jizz out of him. She slowly drew her lips from his cockhead, smiling happily, contented by the vast load of cum she had been fed… contented as far as her mouth was concerned, at least. Her pussy was a different matter, for with her cum-hunger sated, the woman's cunt was smoldering for its own share of Mike's cum.

She bent down and, starting with his balls, used her nimble, cum-soaked tongue to lap up all the hot, thick jism that had overflowed her lips and poured down his meat-rack. Claire did not want to waste a single drop. If cum was fattening, Claire would have been a fat girl.

She sat back on her heels, looking at Mike.

His cock was swaying back and forth, like a tree in a hurricane, still standing upright but no longer iron hard. It was as if his prick could not decide if it should collapse or if it should get stiff again. Her eyes gleamed as she gazed at his big fuck-tool. Then she gave a little shrug. Claire couldn't help it.

She just had to get fucked.