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CHAPTER ONE

I couldn't believe it-I was having my first affairl It had begun so simply, so unexpectedly, that the sheer driving energy of events had scooped me up, and carried me along with it as if I were a mere pawn, with no control over my own destiny. I had been in a bar, having an innocent drink, waiting for a train to take me home, when all of a sudden, without knowing exactly how, for the first time in my life, I had gotten picked up by a tall, blonde-haired man. And now I was alone with this strange man, a man I've known for less than an hour, and I was in his room with him: a twenty-eight year old woman, married eight years, and this handsome man I knew only as Adam was kissing me on the lips. And what was even stranger, even more disconcerting, was that I was kissing him back. We were standing in the doorway of his room. Adam had just closed the door behind him, and the lights in the room weren't even switched on yet. Adam turned, took me in his arms, and pressed me back against the door. I let him, sliding my arms up his broad back, and I eagerly crushed his tall, hard body against my softness. His legs were pressed against my crotch, and I parted my thighs, pushing myself even harder against him.

"Oh, Jesus, Sally," he moaned feverishly. "My God, my God!" His tongue snaked into my mouth in a hard, wet kiss, and I parted my lips to suck hi,s tongue deeply into my mouth. I could taste the lingering flavor of whisky on his breath, and it mingled subtilely, eroti-cally, with the warm, slippery moisture of his saliva. His lips were thick and soft, and he rolled them gently against my lips, plunging his spongy tongue in and out of my mouth, exploring the wet cavern of my lips and tongue with an urgency that betrayed bis excitement. I sucked hard on his tongue, almost as if I was trying to swallow it down my throat. My head was spinning, partially from the two drinks I'd had in the bar, but mostly from the heady realization that for the first time in my married Me, I was making love to a man who was not my husband. The very suddenness of it, the complete absence of premeditation was enough to make my head feel as if it was floating three feet above my shoulders. It had begun so guiltlessly: Adam offered to buy me a drink. Then he asked me back to his table, a booth at the rear of the bar. I went with him, and before I knew it, he was sitting next to me, with his hands in my lap and his fingers under my skirt. A moment or two later, his zipper was opened, and I was fondling his erect cock under the protection of the table. He hadn't even kissed me or suggested what he was about to do. He simply dropped his hands to my thighs, massaged my cunt through my dress, then slipped his hand up my skirt. I didn't stop him, nor did I want to. My excitement was so profound, so shattering, that there was no way I could have stopped him. It seemed fated.

Now we were in his room, and Adam was kissing me. My train, the train that would have taken me home to Peter, my husband, the train that I had been waiting for when first I went into that bar, had long since gone. I was standing on my toes, stretching up, and I kissed Adam with my wet, pressing mouth. I slid my tongue over the lump of his thrusting tongue, and pushed it back into his mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue frantically around his lips, over his teeth, then I plunged deeply into his mouth. I felt h'ke moaning, but there was no space to-our lips were sealed together, one atop the other, fixed with our burning, mutual passion. His body crushed me into the door, flattening me under his pressing weight, and I could feel every ridge, every indentation of the door as it cut into my back. I parted my legs even more widely, and Adam pushed his thighs between them. His cock was still erect, or erect again, and I could feel it laying against the mound of my cunt. Even through the many layers of our clothing, the long, hard heat of his cock baked down into my cunt. My clit was throbbing and my% panties were wet. The crotch-piece was sticking to my damp flesh h'ke a second skin. I pushed back against Adam, and pressed my wet cunt against the thickness of his humping cock. Adam broke the kiss off. "Oh, God, Sally," he whispered. He stabbed his tongue into my ear and swabbed it wetly until he sent shivers of burning pleasure down into my body. "Oh, my God. I want you so bad. From the moment I saw you, Sally, I wanted to have you. It's crazy."

My breasts were aching; my nipples felt as if they were going to explode. My bra was like silken sandpaper against my tender flesh, and each time my swollen nipples brushed against it, I trembled with another sudden swell of sexual excitement. "I want you, too, Adam," I whispered back. My eyes were closed, and I could feel sweat running down my back and down the insides of my thighs. "I want you, too." And I did. I wanted Adam more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. He was a stranger to me, a man I've never seen before, and probably, after tonight, a man I would never see again. Yet that seemed to make it all the more exciting: two strangers, attracted like animals, desperately fucking away in the middle of the night. What a way to be initiated into extramarital sex, I thought. Not that I haven't wanted other men since Peter and I married, for I have, and I've even had the opportunity to go to bed with some of those men. But I never did take that final step that would set it all in motion. Perhaps I had too much time to think about it. Thinking about it gave me cold feet. But this, with Adam, had been different. It had been spontaneous. It had happened so quickly, I hadn't even had time enough to think of an excuse to give Peter as to why I would be so late in getting home tonight. Adam slid his hand up the front of my body and cupped one breast through my dress. I moaned at the contact, and I felt my body going limp. His fingers squeezed into my burning flesh, and a rush of white-hot pleasure radiated down into my groin. Automatically, I tilted my hips up, and pressed 8 my cunt even more tightly against the throbbing hardness of his cock. "I have to lay down," I said. My nipples seemed to be swelling with so much pleasure that they were beginning to ache. My flesh was so aroused, so sensitive, that my clothing was abrasive and irritating, the way it feels when you have a fever, and your body is burning up. "Please," I said again. "I feel weak." Adam covered over my objections' with his lips, and my protest was swallowed into the heat of. his mouth. His tongue slid wetly between my lips, and I found myself drinking down his saliva as if it were alcohol. My head began to spin again. Suddenly Adam shifted his body, and he slid his hand, and then arm, under my knees. His other arm tightened around my shoulder, and he lifted me quickly. Our lips were still locked together in a passionate loss, and he carried me across the darkened room, literally sweeping me off my feet. The grip of his hand on my legs pressed my thighs together, and my cunt felt swollen and thick between them. The whole crotchpiece of my panties was so wet, I thought for a moment that I had peed in my pants. Adam carried me to a sofa, then placed me down with such ease that I felt like a puppet in his hands. His mouth was still pressed against my lips, and our tongues were dueling wetly in the slippery space between. It felt good to have something solid under me, and I leaned back against the supporting cushions of the sofa. I wrapped my arms around Adam's neck and pressed our mouths so tightly together that I tasted blood mixed in with the saliva. As he was kissing me, Adam was leaning forward, Q holding onto the sofa for support, and he climbed onto the cushions, next to me. He was on his hands and knees, kissing my mouth, kneeling next to me. His hand had returned to my breast, and he squeezed into it with his hard, clutching fingers. I kissed back at him, then opened my thighs, and humped my wet cunt against the sticky silk of my panties, wishing in frustration that his cock was back between my legs, as it had been when we were standing. Adam's fingers worked expertly on my breast: he squeezed it in and out, then pressed his palm flat against the swollen orb, and pushed down. He kneaded it, and caressed it, teased it, and pinched the nipple through the material, arousing it until I felt as if I was going to scream from the excitement. Then, just at that point, he moved his hand away from my breast, and I did cry out, in dissappoint-ment, even though I knew where he was going. His hand came up to my neck, and he began to nimbly work his fingers on the buttons of my dress. I was wearing a blue and green dress that had large white buttons that ran down the front. He attacked the buttons quickly, and after a moment, the dress was parted to my waist. The material fell open, and my breasts, still encased in my covering bra, jumped out like frightened animals. I sighed audibly as his hand went up to my bra. He caressed one breast with a sudden, quick squeeze, then slipped his hand up to my shoulder, and drew the bra strap down. He tugged at the twin cloth cups until they slowly unpeeled from my tits. My naked breasts popped out, and Adam pushed the discarded bra down to my waist.

His hand tightened over my breast, and shivers of warm electricity made my body feel as if it had been short-circuited. The nipple of the tit he was playing with was hot and stiff, and I felt the warm film of perspiration on his palm as he closed his fist over the fleshy orb. His fingers tightened into the firm mound, and the nipple grew harder and hotter, swelling like a balloon, ready to pop. I broke my mouth away from his kiss, my eyes still closed, my thighs parted even wider than before, still humping uselessly against the cool night air, and I said: "Suck them, Adam. Put the nipples in your mouth and suck them. Pleaser Adam slid his open mouth wetly down the length of my neck, licking at my hot flesh with his darting tongue. He moved his mouth over the bone of my chest, then down to the base of my quivering breast I was trembling with anticipation, but he moved slowly, sensually, teasing me with the wet, erotic kisses he was placing all over my nakedness. I could feel his hot breath as it snorted from his nostrils, spreading a thick layer of humid air across the quaking, puckered flesh of my pink-tipped tit. His mouth moved to the nipple, and his tongue stabbed out "YesF I cried, excited beyond control. I moved my hands to his head and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I pulled his mouth down upon my tit. "Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Lick it, Adam! Lick my tit!" His tongue unwinded from his parted lips, and he flicked the stiff nipple with a short, hot slapping caress. I moaned and hunched up, trying to stuff the rest of the tit down his throat. He pulled back, teasing me, touching the explosive nipple only with the tip of his tongue. He used his tongue as an artist 11 might use a paint brush-dab, slurp, flick-until my nipple was cokted with his saliva, and it ached with so much pleasure I couldn't think straight. "Oh, oh, oh," I moaned. I put my hand down between my legs and cupped my own cunt. The heat of my excitement radiated up, even through the thickness of my dress. I nipped the skirt up, and pulled at my pantyhose until it came away from my waist. I slid my hand over the top of my cuntal mound, still outside of my wet panties, and I could hear the soft crushing sound my hand made as it pressed the silky material down against the hair on my cunt. I cupped jthe swollen mound in my hand, squeezing it tightly, and pleasure, like dancing flames, licked hotly up between my legs. Adam, meanwhile, continued to work deliberately on my tit. He started his tongue at the base of the nipple, and from there he stroked it wetly up. He flattened his tongue against the stiff nub, and flicked upward, vibrating the nipple, until it shuddered with excitement. He continued to roll his tongue over the trembling bud until he was on the other side of the nipple, and then he reversed the slow, tortuous procedure, flitting the nipple back the other way. The slowness, the deliberateness of his strokes was driving me out of my mind with pleasure. My clitoris felt like a pounding pulse under my curled hand, and I pressed my fingers hard against my cunt to still its erotic throb. My panties were so wet and sticky that I could feel the whole outline of my crotch through the damp material. The lips were opening and closing spasmodically, and the clit was like a small hot pebble between them. Down, underneath the curve of my body, the entrance

hole to my cunt was open, like a smotheringly hot mouth, and it was oozing a thick, wet discharge. I pulled the crotch-piece of the panties away from my cunt, and I attacked the naked flesh with my trembling fingers. "Oh, suck my tits hardT I cried, fingering the quivering lips of my own cunt with my fingernail. I pulled Adam's face down against my swollen tit with my other hand. "Suck my tits," I moaned again, "before I go madF Like a drawstring on a closing purse, Adam's Kps came down and tightened around the trembling nipple. His lips were hot and wet, and the contact was so intense I pushed my. finger up into my cunt without hardly realizing that I was doing it. He sucked the nipple up into the pool of wetness that was his mouth, drawing the bud to its full length, pressing hard into it with his lips, and then he began to Ijck the top of the nipple with the flat part of his tongue. I groaned with excitement, and I thrust my cunt up against my whole hand, burying my probing finger in the wet tunnel of my cunthole. "Oh, God-yesr I moaned. I thrashed my head from side to side on the back cushion of the sofa: my long blonde hair spilled out like dirty sunlight in the shadows. "Do it to mer Adam. Do it to me!" I pulled the finger from my cunthole. The finger was all wet and slimy with the juices of my excitement. I slid the sopping finger up to the edge of my cunt, parting the damp hair, and opening the sticky-wet labia. The pounding throb of my clitoris jumped under my finger, and I pressed it down, back into the. excited, swollen flesh of my hairy cunt. The wash of pleasure it produced made my knees go 13 weak, and my legs slid straight out in front of me, my thighs parted, and my pantyhose slid down to my knees. I began to twirl the bud of my clitoris with the familiar expertise that comes to any person who has ever masturbated. The pleasure began to mount in critical leaps and jumps, and I felt myself brimming with orgasm. Adam slurped the one nipple until it dripped with his saliva; then he turned his attention to the other tit. His mouth closed over it, and he licked it wetly, sucking it up, beating it with his tongue, and suddenly, unbelievably, I began to come. The orgasm began at the tip of my spine, curved around my crotch, and stabbed into my cunthole like some thick, invisible cock. My cunt clutched tightly in a spasm of ecstasy, and I continued to roll the exploding bud of my clit, round and round and round, as wave after wave of pleasure broke wetly against my cunt. Tm coming, Adam!" I cried. Tm comtngr My words excited him, and he removed his tongue and lips from my breast. He sat back on his haunches, away from me, and watched in fascination as I administered pleasure to myself. The sight must have stimulated him, for he dropped his hand to his zipper, and he pulled out his long, thick cock. He jerked the organ up and down several times as he watched me rolling my clitoris, and I thought he was going to masturbate himself to orgasm. But he didn't; instead, with his free hand, Adam began to work intently on the rest of the buttons on my dress. A moment passed, and my dress was completely open. nooked down at my body, my eyes dimmed by 14 the trembling orgasm that still assailed my flesh. My bra was still clasped closed, but it was twisted around and pulled insideout as it went around my waist. My shallow white hand was inside my panties, still moving. I could hear the wet, slippery sounds my hand was making as I parted the folds of my cunt with the rolling pressure of my finger. My pantyhose was at half-mast, like a boundary line stretched across the middle of my widely-spread thighs. After the dress was open, my pantyhose was the next thing Adam grabbed for. He tugged at them until he pulled them over the bump of my knees; then he dragged them down the rest of my legs. He slid off the sofa, with his cock stiff and erect and pulled from his gray trousers, and he climbed down between my open legs. I felt his hot hands running up and down my legs, moving from the sweaty inner softness between my thighs, over my knees, down my calves, until he was touching my feet. He pulled my shoes off, then pulled the bunched-up pantyhose down over my feet, discarding them in the darkness behind him. The next thing Adam reached for was my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, and he tugged them down. I had to lift my ass for him to get the flimsy white panties past the cushion of the sofa. The movement of the silky material was cool and erotic, like the chilled night air kissing at my nakedness. I could see my own naked cunt in the dim light as I looked down. My hand was buried against my crotch and the blonde-splash of pubic hairs covered my belly like a thick yellow rug. My thighs were pale white, spread in a wide V, and my panties 15 were a receding slip of softness trailing down the long distance of my legs. Adam slipped the panties off, then leaned forward and put his mouth between my legs. My orgasm was just ebbing when his tongue opened the lips of my cunt, parting it with the same ease that a hot knife cuts into soft butter, And he began to lick at my clitoris. Immediately, the bud forgot its momentary exhaustion, and it began to build again towards a new orgasm, as if the one that was just over had never happened. Going crazy with passion. I began to moan. "Eat me!" I cried. I squeezed my breasts as I watched Adam's head disappear between my thighs. I screamed obscenities because it seemed like the thing to do; because my mood was so wild, so raunchy, so erotic, so sexy that it seemed the only thing I could do. "Eat me, Adam!" I encouraged. "Eat my cunt! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit with your tongue!" His hands came up, under my ass, holding my cheeks, and I lifted my feet from the floor. I flopped my legs over his shoulders, spreading my thighs even wider, and I pushed my cunt up into his mouth. His fingers dug into my flesh with the grip of a vise, pinching into my asscheeks like dull teeth, I rolled my hips down and around and up, in a tight, narrow circle, bringing my cunt up against his mouth each time the circle closed. I could hear his tongue eating me. I could hear his mouth parting the moist labia, opening my body, as he stroked through the clinging pubic hair. I could hear the seeping wetness of my dying orgasm as it oozed against the slickness of his licking tongue 16 -the sensual splash as he spread saliva all over my cunt. I could hear him lapping up, drinking up my creamy discharge, dancing his tongue incessantly against my burning flesh. I ran my hands down from my tits, raking my fingernails across my belly until I was holding Adam's head between my palms. I tangled my hands in his hair, and I pulled his open mouth against my cunt with all my strength. My arms ached, but my cunt was so on fire that it was not to be denied. I lifted my legs straight out, curling my hips up, and I wrapped my thighs around his neck, locking his mouth against my cunt. Adam's tongue started at my clit: he beat it with several quick slaps, knocking it sensually from side to side. Then he slid the wedge of his tongue down, between the parted, hairy lips, until he was licking at my cunthole. He circled his tongue around and around, licking at the pink puckered mouth of the hole, teasing it with the spongy hardness of his tongue. My cunthole clutched for the tip of his tongue, spasming closed like a gripping mouth, seeking to trap his elusive, flitting hardness inside of me. My legs were pointed straight up in the air, one on either side of Adam's bobbing head, and I pulled him tighter, closer to my hunching body. I drove my cunt into his face with a desperate energy, and he dove down into the wet folds of my body with bis hot, spear-like tongue, matching my excitement with his own. I groaned in pleasure and wiggled my ass, like a bug impaled on the end of a pin, and screwed my cunt up and down the length of his driving tongue. "Give me your cock," I moaned. Impossibly, I felt 17 myself building again towards another orgasm, and it frightened me with its unexpected strangeness. In my whole We, I have never been able to have more than one orgasm at a time, and then, not always that. But now, my body and my mind seemed to have gone berserk, and passion and pleasure was driving me to do things I could have .never imagined myself to do, even in my wildest fantasies. "Give me your cock, Adam," I pleaded. My cunt was aching with the pleasure of his tongue; a pleasure that I wanted to return. "Please! Please, Adam. I want to suck your cock." Adam lifted his mouth away from my hairy snatch. The bottom part of his face was slimy with wetness: a dull, oily glaze that dripped from his lips and was spread all across my crotch and parted thighs. "Come down on the floor," Adam said. He held his mouth against my cunt and, as he spoke, I could feel his lips working against my shuddering crotch, driving the words up into my body like tiny vibrations. "Lay down on the floor, Sally, and we'll sixty-nine." The idea excited me, and I suddenly longed to taste Adam's cock between the wetness of my lips. Before this moment, the only cock I have ever sucked was my husband's, and even then I've never enjoyed it especially. But I was obsessed with doing it now- I ached with the desire to suck Adam's cock, to slide my tongue over his soft, knobby cockhead, to plunge my face up and down the length of his pulsing organ and to swallow him fully into my mouth. I needed to suck his cock! I oozed off the sofa, sliding bonelessly down the cushions until I was lying on the floor. There was a

rug under me, and the bristling nap tickled against my burning flesh. I shucked my dress off as I moved down, and all that remained on me was the twisted, discarded bra, still clasped around my stomach. I decided to leave the bra where it was-as a symbol of tonight's depravity. I was on my back, with my legs parted, knees up, and Adam stood above me. I watched with a detached, numbing sense of excitement as he stripped his clothing off. First his jacket, then his shirt and tie. His cock jutted from his open zipper like an obscene silhouette, and I couldn't keep my eyes away from it. He opened his belt, and then the top-clasp on the pants. They parted and fell down. He stepped out of them, then quickly slid his shorts down his muscular, hairy legs. He stood naked above me, and I trembled in anticipation. His balls seemed so heavy and full, I thought, and I listened to myself in mild shock as I prayed that they would be. I wanted to suck him dry: I wanted to taste his sperm, swallow it, have it gush down my throat until it oozed greedily from my puffed-out cheeks-until I could drink no more without bursting my insides! Adam came down upon me, straddling my head With his knees, bending his body over me, and he returned his lips to the curve of my cunt. I reached desperately up for his cock and took it in both hands. I guided it tremblingly to my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and at the very moment his tongue touched my clitoris, I plunged my parted lips down the length of his cock, and I swallowed him. His flesh was hot in my mouth. It had a sweaty, 19 salty taste that I found exciting. I could smell the raunchy, sexual man-like odor of his balls. I washed my tongue across the enormous head of his cock, stabbing the tip of my tongue into the moist slit that cut across the top of the organ. I rolled my tongue around and around, darting it under, against the underside of the cockhead, licking the trembling shaft of his organ. My lips and jaw ached from being stretched so widely, but I disregarded the pain,, and I plunged my supplicating face, opening my mouth even wider-as I felt Adam's cock pushing back against my throat. I almost gagged. Adam slipped his hands under my ass and lifted my body up from the rug. He rolled his head from side to side, between my V-like legs, slashing my cunt with the stiff thrust of his tongue. Each arc took him across my clitoris, and I moaned around the plug-like thickness of his cock with each fierce, quivering fit of pleasure. He was bringing me as surely to a second orgasm as I had brought myself to that first. It was as if he had stripped my body of all its flesh and he was working on the raw, naked substance of my soul-attacking the nerve endings directly until I wanted to scream from the gushing torrent of sensation that was filling me. I took my passion-revenge on his cock. I licked and sucked back at it, wanting almost to punish it for the excruciating pleasure it was giving me. I pushed it as deeply into my mouth as I could without strangling, I felt the swollen head of the organ expanding across the back of my throat, cutting off my breath. I sucked hot air in through my nose to keep from smothering. Stroking it with my tongue, I licked at Adam's cock, and sucked on it as if it

were a thick, fleshy straw through which I could suck out his sperm. His balls were on my forehead, hanging like two heavy weights, and they tickled me with the brillo-h'ke scratch of his pubic hairs. My hands were on his ass, and I squeezed into his tensed flesh with my fingernails, raking his body until bloody, red lines criss-crossed his hairy bottom. I began to come a second time, and I screamed around Adam's cock because I had to release the explosion of sensation somehow, and my cunt simply could not contain it. My body began to shake and my mouth began to groan, and I lifted my legs Straight in the air, as if they were rockets, pointing towards the ceiling. I hunched my driving, quivering cunt with all my might, as if I was trying to drive my cunt right through bis face. His tongue, sensing my – pleasure, darted down between the pulsing lips, and he shoved it into the canal, fucking me with it.- He flit it from side to side, touching every inch of that frantically climbing tunnel, wetting me with his mouth, dripping pleasure into me. I began to suck.with all my might. I wanted Adam's sperm in my mouth. It was something I've never done before, not even for Peter; something that I've always found repugnant and nauseating . . . until this very moment. Now, suddenly, nothing could be better, nothing could give me any more pleasure. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck it out, I wanted to feel its slimy ooze gush against my tongue and suck down into my throat. I wanted Adam's hot come in my mouth. But it was not about to happen. Adam wasn't ready to come yet, and I felt myself sobbing with the combined emotions of exploding passion and pro- 21 found disappointment. I was so overwhelmed with sensations that my brain seemed flooded; I didn't know how to react. One part of me was coming, another was sucking Adam's cock, and still another part of me was aching to have Adam come with me. And it continued on like that: coming and not wanting to come, enjoying it and hating it, mingling ecstasy and despair until it was impossible to tell one from the other. Then the orgasm peaked with a screeching, empty wail, and a profound and bottomless depression closed over my mind like an impenetrable pall. It was as if the normal post-orgastic depression had somehow been magnified and distorted to absorb not fust my body and my mind, but the room we were in as well. A feeling so hollow, so empty, that it seemed to have become a part of my Me-perhaps even all of my life. I felt close to crying. This awesome emptiness lasted a split-second, and then it began to change. Adam's tongue continued to slide in and out of my cunthole, washing right through my orgasm, washing away the emptiness, until I felt my body responding once again to the licking, ceaseless pulse of pleasure that Adam had taught me to appreciate. Like a distant flickering, like a dim candlelight in a dark, empty night, my pleasure began to grow again, and I suddenly realized even a third orgasm was not impossible. I spit Adam's hard, hot, long cock from my mouth. My jaws ached, and my own saliva oozed from the open wound between my lips, bleeding down my chin like blood. I had difficulty in bending my lips around words again-my mouth felt so empty without die plunging hardness of Adam's cock stretching it wide open. "Fuck me, Adaml" I moaned. At least I thought I said these words; for all I knew they might have come out as a moan. "Fuck me, Adam. Please! I want you to fuck my cunt until I come again." Adam climbed off me, and I just lay there on the floor, feeling like a part of the rug. He stood over me, like some mythological giant, with his unreal long cock dripping my saliva back onto my face. His body was coated with a fine, slippery film of perspiration, and it gave his body a primitive and strilcing appearance, as if he were an animal and no longer a man. He bent down, and with his giant's hand, he lifted me like a toy. My legs were like rubber, and it was Adam's support under my arm that kept me from slithering back down to the floor. The prong-like stab of passion was still tormenting my cunt, raking my clit, and making the long, empty canal inside of me ache for a cock. I reached down with" my vagrant hand and caressed Adam's long, thick member. It was wet and hard, and my hand seemed to glide effortlessly up and down the length of the shaft. "Fuck me, Adam," I said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I want to come. I want to come so badly . . ." "Inna minute, Sally," he grunted breathlessly. "In a minute, baby. I want to fuck you, too, baby. But it's gotta be special. I don't want you to ever forget this night." My God, I thought, clinging desperately, with clawlike fingers, to whatever shreds of sanity I still maintained. My GodI Did he think I could possibly forget this night? My first affair! Two and possibly three orgasms! How could I ever forget this night? It would stay with me for the rest of my life.

"Fuck me, Adam," I moaned, jerking his cock up and down. I put my hand back on my cunt and, through the fog in my brain, I couldn't believe that it belonged to me. My cunt was so wet, so sloppy, so oozing with saliva and sex juices and all kinds of slippery discharge, that it didn't feel like flesh at all. It was like raw, bloody meat. "Fuck me, baby," I said, fingering my empty cunt-hole. "I want you to fill me up with your sperm. I want to come again." "You'll come again, baby," he said, leading me further into the darkened room. "Just stay with me. Ill fill you so full of sperm, you'll need a sponge to sop it up." He puDed away from my grip, and I felt his cock slide through my fingers. I reached after it, but it was gone, so I buried my empty hand in my cunt, placing it alongside of my other hand. I stuffed two fingers up inside of me, one from each hand, and I pushed them in and out, like a set of alternating pistons. "Just stay right there, Sally," Adam said. He leaned me against a wall. "I'll be right back." "Hurry, please. Hurry! I want to fuck so badly I feel like I'm going crazy." The room was suddenly flooded with light, and I had to close my eyes until they adjusted to the new brightness. And even after I had adjusted, I had to squint to see. I looked across the room, searching for Adam. He was off to the right somewhere, doing something, but what I saw standing in front of me was even more fascinating. Across the room, directly in front 24 of me there was a full-length mirror. I saw my reflection in it. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was leaning against a wall, stark naked, with both hands buried in my cunt. My blonde hair was loose and hanging down to my shoulders, like limp strands of seaweed, and my iriakeup was smeared all over my face like a clown's mask. My eyes were no longer blue, or if they were, a bloodshot redness paled them so that they seemed faded in -comparison. My body was drenched in sweat, and my breasts, normally large, looked sloppy and heavy, like cow udders. I couldn't believe it was me that I was looking at. The person in the mirror slooked so sleazy, so raunchy, so obsessed with the basest land of animal pleasure. She looked like the kind of a woman who was willing to do anything just to bring on another orgasm. I couldn't accept that it was me in the reflection. And perhaps it wasn't me. Not me as I've always known myself. If this was me, then it was a new me. Perhaps the real me-the me that has been hidden for so long that it was a shocking, shattering revelation to come upon the naked truth of my actual personality. Tuck me!* the whore in the reflection said. "Please, Adam! I want to fuck . . . my cunt htirtsr Adam came back into my line of vision, and he carried with him a straight-backed chair. His cock was stiff and hard, glistening wetly, and it bobbled as he moved, back and forth, like a cork on a choppy sea. His balls swayed from thigh to thigh, pendu-lously, like the fleshy clapper of some obscene bell. He put the chair down in front of me, facing the mirror, and he took me by the hand. He led me

around to the front of the chair. With the light on, I noticed for. the first time that Adam's body was completely tanned. He" had a deep, rich brown color that covered his whole body, even his sexual areas. Against his sun-darkened flesh, his white-blond hair seemed so much more striking than I had imagined, especially his pubic hair. It looked bleached. Adam sat in the chair, facing the mirror, with his legs spread open and extended in front of him. He took me by the hand and pulled me close to him. "Sit down, Sally," he said. "Sit on my lap. Straddle my lap and take my cock sitting down. It'll go right up your box. Straight up. Deeper than anything you've ever felt in your life. Hurry, Sally. I want to come inside of you. My balls are tight with holding back so long." My tits were swollen and hard, and the nipples had somehow, miraculously, managed to arouse themselves one more time. My cunt was dripping wet, and my thighs were trembling as I straddled Adam's lap. His cock was standing straight up in the air, like an angry tree trunk, rising up from that blond patch of scraggly cockhairs. The shaft of his organ was incredibly long, perhaps eight inches, and it looked as thick as my wrist. The circumsized head was swollen and purple, with a tiny bubble of clear liquid forming at the slit as an indication of his arousal. Like fine branches, the shaft of his cock was lined with a maze of veins and arteries that made the organ seem to be throbbing hike an elongated, beating heart. "That's it," Adam cried, guiding me with his hands. "Lower, Sally, lower. Lower that juicy snatch 26 of yours right onto my cock. Tfl ream your pussy out with it." So that I could maintain my balance, I had both my hands on Adam's shoulders, and the tip of his cock slid through the wet slit of my cunt. Hie moment we made contact, I cried out excitedly, and I tried to lower myself onto the cock, but it was too soon, and the head only grazed my clit. The lips opened and closed like a gasping mouth, and I began to drip my excitement all over the bulb of his cock-head. "Guide it in, Sally," he urged. Take it in your hand and put my dick inside of you. Look down as you do it. You can watch it slip between the lips of your box!" I balanced myself on the flat of my feet and bowed my legs out. I reached down between my legs and took hold of Adam's cock. The flesh burned my hand, and I had difficulty circling it with my fingers it was so thick. I directed the enormous -head between the lips of my cunt, parting the blonde-haired folds with my fingers until 1 could see the wet^ dripping pink ring of muscles that sealed-off the entrance to my cunt. I guided the cockhead toward that pursed mouth, wriggling the shaft back and forth as it made contact with my excited flesh, jiggling it until the loose folds of my cuntal lips came down like a moist cowl over the tip of his blunt cock. Then I squatted. "Oh, my God!" I screamed, and I watched as Adam's cock entered me. I felt my whole cunt lifting up around the cudgel-like head of his shaft. "Oh, my God! I can feel it going in, Adam! Ifs pulling me apart Oh JesusT

I watched in pain, excitement and fascination as the top-quarter of Adam's cock disappeared between the lips of my cunt. I couldn't believe my eyes-it just seemed to vanish inside of me! My cunt looked torn open, as if a vise was pushing the* lips apart, stretching them open until they looked swollen and distorted beyond recognition. I leaned further forward, resting my head against his shoulder, and I could see the tight ring of muscles, like a pink band, close tightly around the head of Adam's cock. I squeezed down and nearly swooned with the intense pleasure. My cunt felt raped! Adam's cock was twice as thick as Peter's, and many, many inches longer. I didn't know which was more intensely exciting-the pleasure of penetration or the pain. "Slow, slow," Adam cautioned. "Easy, easy, Sally. Lower yourself easy. Enjoy the feeling as it slides up into you." I closed my eyes and opened them, sucking hot air deep into my lungs. My cunt was throbbing with pleasure, and my vaginal canal ached to be powerfully filled with Adam's hard cock. My clitoris was like a fiery ember lodged between the widely stretched cuntlips, and my nipples were brittle with pleasure. I began to lower myself on him. "Oh God!" I moaned. "You're fucking me! Adam, you're fucking mer I watched in disbelief as the rest of his cock was gobbled up by the greedy mouth of my cunt. Inch after tortuous inch disappeared into the sucking5 wide jaws of my cunt, until my crotch was pressed against his belly, and his balls were under my ass. The whole throbbing, expanding, eight-inch length of his cock was in my cunt.

I moved gingerly around, feeling the ponderous heaviness of the organ swaying my dripping interior from side to side, as if my body was no more than a flapping banner on a sturdy flagpole. I tightened my cunt down and squeezed into his cock. My stomach moved forward, wrenching convulsively, and I began the first erotic movements of intercourse. "Oh, my Godl" I groaned. I had to grind my feet against the floor to absorb the pleasure, it was so intense. "Oh, my God, Adam!" "Easy, Sally," he said, pushing up into me. "Easy, easy, easy . . ." I uncurled my toes and flattened my feet on the floor. I returned my hands to Adam's shoulders. I steeled myself for the rush of sensation, and slowly, infinitely slowly, I began to lift my body up the length of his cock. "Oooo-hhhhh!" I moaned. The pleasure ripped into my cunt with fists of iron. My cunt gripped his hardness in a sudden spasm of pleasure, but I continued to lift myself, watching in stark fascination as Adam's cock, as if by magic, began to reappear. It was all red and slimy and dripping with the wetness of my cunt. The long, emptying channel inside of me felt Tike a deflating balloon. "Oh, Godl" "Now, down again," Adam instructed, grunting with pleasure. "Up and down, like a merry-go-round." I felt the distended head of his cock pressed once again near the inner lips of my cunt, close to disengaging, and I plunged downward another time. I moved quickly now, once my cunt had tasted Adam's full length and thickness and had survived, and the searing intensity of penetration repeated itself. Only this time the pleasure was sharper, more

acute. I pushed and pushed, until I was all the way down, and the full length of his cock was inside of me, touching me as I've never been touched before in my Me. When I felt his balls tickling at the lips of my cunt, I slid up again, then down, up and down, up and down, until I was plunging like a piston, like a crazy jack-hammer, pounding Adam's cock in and out of my cunt. "Soon, Sally," Adam cried. "Soon, soon, soon!" I knew what he meant, and the words excited me beyond belief. Like a madwoman, I quickened my pace, sliding his cock in and out of my cunt until the rhythm was so insistent, so driving, that my body was lifted and carried away with the tempo. I felt myself incredibly building again-building towards still another orgasm. My back was straining, and my thighs ached from the rapid lift and drop. Sweat coated my body like a second skin, and kept dripping into my open eyes, burning them until they teared. I hunched forward and watched, in morbid, riveting fascination. Adam's cock slid in and out: wet and hard, parting the tightly-drawn lips, pumping the clitoris up until it felt as if it was going to pop-off from the building pressure. Then the realization hit me-I was watching Adam fuck me! I was watching myself getting laid! Adam began to grunt, and I knew he was close to coming. He put his hands on my ass, holding me in place, and he began to pull me towards him, churning my hips, pushing me up and down the length of his straining cock. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I clawed my toes into the rug for support. 30 My cunt began to make a squishing, wet sound, like water sucking down a drain. In and out, in and out, he drove his cock in and out, filling me then emptying me. His fingers rolled and pulled, chugging at me like the piston-arm of a steam engine: down, around, up and down; as if my cunt was nothing but a masturbatory extension of his hands; as if he was using my body to jerk himself off. "Very soon, Sally," he moaned. His lips were pulled into a grim mask, straining against his gritting teeth, and he said the words with such an effort that I thought he was in pain. His eyes were closed, and sweat mapped his face in a thousand tiny rivers. The cords of his neck stood out like thick rope, and he was sucking in air furiously. "Get ready!" he cried, shuddering. I was ready. My cunt was wrapped around his cock like a pair of fists around the end of a baseball bat. I squeezed into him as hard as I could. Tiny drops of sweat began to shake loose from the ends of my cunthairs. The entire length of my cuntal passageway was on fire, and with each plunge of Adam's cock, the fires burned hotter and brighter until the passion between my legs was an inferno, roaring out of control. "NOWf" Adam screamed. He thrust his hips up hard into me, spreading my cunt and opening my thighs. "I'm coming . . . now!" The moment he began to come, Adam leaned forward and pressed his face between my flopping breasts. He began to lick and such my flesh, moving his tongue up and down the valley between my tits. I took one breast and slid it between his lips. He

fixed fiis mouth to the end of the nipple and, as he came, he bit down into the sensitive nub of flesh, and caused my body to finally explode with all the fury of a delayed time-bomb. His cock went off like a geyser: hot, thick, pressurized sperm gushed straight up into my cunt. He was like a volcano erupting molten lava. I could feel his cock trembling, throbbing, vomiting up thick, white-hot gobs of his bubbling sperm. Spitting, spewing, thrusting, pulsing, belching out its burning wetness, Adam filled my cunt with his orgasm. "Ohgodimcoming!" I screamed, not believing it. "I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming . . ." Another string of muffled explosions went off inside my cunt. It began with' small, shattering bursts that triggered larger and more powerful ones that set off a whole explosive chain-reaction of multiple orgasms. The pleasure rushed from the top of my cunt and stabbed down into niy body like jagged bolts of lightning, piercing my quaking flesh. I felt something hot and runny coursing down the insides of my thighs, and I couldn't be sure whether it was the torrential gush of sperm from Adam's jetting cock, or the deluge of sensation from my own third orgasm, turning my cunt into a puddle of liquified flesh. The orgasm was overwhelming in magnitude, and I tried to tighten my cunt around it. I tried to corral it, to contain it, but the clutching squeeze of the gripping cuntal muscles broke the orgasm off inside of me, and it went skewing wildly out of control. Like nails of fire, pleasure raked the whole area of my crotch until I felt as if I was bleeding with 32 pleasure-until my insides were hollow from coming, and I had to scream for release. "Oh my God!,.. Oh my God! .. .^Oh my GodT God! And the orgasm kept on going higher and higher and higher and higher until it passed from pleasure Into pain. Then it went higher still, until my mind went blank, and I sjmply stopped experiencing any sensation at all. Like an insane bird racing towards the sun, the orgasm ripped into a blind, bright empty hole in the middle of my brain, and there, there in the glaring white-light of my pleasure, I suddenly saw the frozen truth. I could never go home again.