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Chapter 3

Veronica worried a lot about what had happened to her at Acme Manufacturing Company as she sat and tried to set on new buttons down the front of her torn blouse. She had enjoyed the rape.

Actually enjoyed it.

The warmth still glowed inside her loins from the feel of Mr.

Marshall's steely cock. That bothered her more than she could put into words. With Stan, there wasn't any thrill like that. And he was gentle, kind, considerate. He always seemed to know what she wanted – or had wanted until about a year ago. That was when the boredom of her existence had really started getting to her.

But why respond to Mr. Marshall and not to her very own husband's rigid prick?

The gorgeous blonde had no answer for that one.

Maybe she wasn't frigid at all. The intensity of her climax with Mr.

Marshall had proven that. Maybe all the cobwebs in her mind had been burned away. She might be able to experience full orgasm with Stan now.

And she knew she'd have to try it the instant he got home.

The sound of the car door slamming sent the blue-eyed girl running to the front room. Stan was just coming in when Veronica launched herself at him.

"Stan, darling!" she sobbed, her arms going around his neck.

"Hey, doll, what's wrong? You haven't greeted me like this in months and months. You haven't dented a fender on your car, have you?"

"No, Stan, nothing like that. I… I've been thinking about you.

Thinking about what we did last night. And I… I mean, I want to do it again."

"Sure, why not?" he said, his voice light and airy. "Let's have some supper and then we can go and -"

"No, Stan, not later. I want you. Now." The gorgeous blonde's hand slithered down his body and pressed against his crotch.

Stan's eyes widened in surprise. "Why the sudden change? Lately, I've been thinking you haven't wanted to screw around. I figured a little fantasy – like last night – might spark things up for you. But I never thought you'd get this horny this fast."

"Don't talk, Stan. Kiss me!"

She crushed her lips against his, her tongue snaking out to erotically duel with his. She needed to prove to herself that Mr. Marshall's fucking didn't mean a damn thing to her, that only her own husband's steel-hard cock could cause her to come.

He broke off the kiss. "Damn, but you did get turned on by last night.

Fan-fucking-tastic!" He scooped her up and carried her off to the darkened bedroom. He dumped her onto the bed. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched as Stan's eyes widened in surprise.

Twitching again and wiggling down a little in the hard bed, she let her legs drift wider apart to give her husband a better view of her cunt.

"See anything you like?" she taunted.

"Damn straight!"

"I hope it is," she answered.

He couldn't take his eyes off her naked, churning cunt. She hadn't put on any panties in the hope that he'd fuck her right away. His hands worked feverishly at his zipper to let his hard cock come racing out.

She tugged at his rigid prick. "Yeah, it's damned straight. And hard.

And just a teeny bit cold. I know a nice, warm, damp place for it."

She pulled him hard enough to make him yelp, but he moved his long prick, his lovely, steel-hard fucking prick closer to her twat.

She felt his cock bucking like a wild bronco in her grip. Stan was going to cream all over her like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. Stan was an experienced cocksman, after all, and should have been in better control of himself.

Like Mr. Marshall would have been.

Veronica shivered. No matter what happened, she kept thinking about the abuse that Mr. Marshall had given her. And how much she had gotten off on it. She doubted Stan would understand; he certainly wouldn't tie her up before fucking her. She knew him well enough for that.

This would have to be a straight, plain, ordinary fucking.

Veronica sighed as he began exploring her lush body. His mouth closed on one upturned tit and he sucked hard. The pressure of his tongue on the nipple sent a spike of joy into her chest. His tongue teased her nipple until it was a hard, red pebble of pulsating lust.

When he began nibbling on her tit, she abandoned herself to the feelings rampaging through her. Maybe she could get off on the way he was sucking her tits, feeling her legs, pressing his hairy chest down against her softly yielding body.

She reached out and pulled his head down firmly against her tits. Stan got the message that she wanted more of his mouth all over her luscious tits. He began licking and kissing and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.

The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a rigid prick deep in her churning cunt fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was better than nothing.

He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh of her tit before starting a spiral down the slope of her boob. When he finally reached the base of her tit, he buried his face in the deep canyon between those luscious mounds of titflesh. The motion of his tongue back and forth between her tits caused her breath to quicken.

Veronica felt now that Stan was inept as a lover. She had thought he was pretty good until she'd found Mr. Marshall. That man stimulated her and made her come alive. But not this man – this child! She wanted and needed a real man to command her, to dominate her, to make her feel like a real woman.

But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand stroking her leg wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that "more" was steely cock.

She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her churning cunt was wide open. He crushed down on top of her, his cock far away from the blood-engorged, dripping pussy lips so hungrily awaiting his prick.

"Go on, please, ohhh! Your tongue's nice, but I want more! I want that gorgeous cock of yours. Now!"

He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree trunk. He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together firmly.

By now, Veronica was frantic with lust. She would do anything to feel his cock driving hard and deep into her belly. Her tongue stabbed out and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in amorous, erotic acrobatics. She let her rough, pink tongue glide back and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.

This didn't seem to spur him on. Veronica began darting her tongue in and out of his mouth in a mock fucking that would surely give him the idea of what she so passionately needed from him.

Whether this did the trick or not, the blonde girl didn't know. All she cared about was the tremor passing into her gut when she felt the blunt nose of his rigid prick pushing against her dripping pussy lips. This was what she wanted. If he couldn't abuse her, whip her, spank her, this was exactly what she needed!

She tried hunching up to take him full length up her juicy, seethinghot, churning cunt. Somehow, Stan managed to elude her. He was going to fuck her in his own way, at his own convenience.

No matter that she was being driven insane with lust, with need for his cock. He granted her only about an inch of his pulsating prick. And it felt like heaven to her hungry cunt.

She squirmed back and forth, savoring the inch of wrist-thick cock inside her sopping cunt. His prick split her sex lips apart far enough for her to feel, really feel, his rigid prick. Using well-trained muscles, she clamped down on his shivering cock with her slippery pussy lips. Her churning cunt was now a lewdly grinning mouth trying to swallow his cock whole.

A tiny whimper was all she heard from him. Veronica couldn't speak because he had finally rammed his cock full length into her seething pussy. The long cock buried in her steamy interior bounced around like a thing gone insane.

The very motion of his rigid prick against her delicate pussy walls was enough to make her groan with pleasure. It was so good having a man's prick in her churning cunt again. Now, if he'd only fuck her!

Stan moved his hips in a slow circle, grinding his crotch firmly against hers. She felt the juices oozing from her cunt and lubricating their groins. A tiny trickle of the thick oil tormented her as it ran down the inside of her milky white leg. She remembered how Mr. Marshall had felt inside her. This wasn't quite the same. Not quite. Not enough to make her fully respond as she thought she should. She had to have more to drive away the memories.

"Damn you, ohhh, dammit! Fuck me, will you? Get on with it and fuck me blind!"

"I… I'm trying to keep from blowing my wad. You're just too damned sexy, Veronica."

She should have taken that as a compliment. Instead, it angered her.

She wanted him fucking her, not trying to play kiddie games.

"Get it on, man, get it on! I need cock and lots of it – and I want it fucking me. Now, damn your eyes, now!"

He gritted his teeth and began a slow back-and-forth motion. Veronica screamed with joy as she felt his cock slipping from her churning cunt.

The vacuum built up inside her cunt threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. The fit between her well-oiled cunt walls and his throbbing cock was better than any piston and chamber.

When just the head of his cock split her slick pussy lips, he started forward again. Veronica shuddered in reaction. The tingles in her body became more intense. She knew that she'd soon be aflame with lust.

There wouldn't be anything in the world to hold her back then.

The feel of the quivering cock drilling into her cunt set fire to her loins. She shivered with lust. The bucking, rigid prick twisted around inside her tight cunt and sent lightning bolts of carnal electricity zinging along her nerves.

Her body responded in the age-old manner of a woman being fucked by a man. She loved the sensation of his cock slipping back and forth in her seething-hot cunt. But there had to be more. And that was what Mr.

Marshall could give her. Veronica wasn't emotionally wrapped up in Stan's too-gentle lovemaking like she had been with Mr. Marshall and his more brutal ways. She felt neglected in spite of her husband's rigid prick telling her the opposite.

She couldn't really respond to his rhythm. She just let him rock back and forth, fucking at his own speed. Her body was drenched with sweat.

She responded instinctively, but something was missing.

The only explanation she could come up with was that Stan was dreary.

His fucking lacked excitement. Her body was all hot and ready for his cock, but he failed to arouse her mentally. He was a bore. Sometimes, such as when they'd fucked, it was good with him. But more often than not, her husband did nothing to bring out her hidden desires or arouse her innermost self. She was going to have to point him in a different direction or she'd be doomed to not only the missionary position with him but constant frustration as well. Even if she got off, she'd feel robbed mentally. That was almost worse than not getting fucked at all.

"Stan, darling, wait, please," she said, her hands pushing against his shoulders.

"Huh? What was it?"

He was confused. He had been concentrating so hard on not coming that it took a second for him to adjust to anything other than the steady fucking he was giving her.

"Pull the bureau over next to the bed."

"What the hell for? I'm fucking you and you want the goddamn dresser next to the bed? What's with you, Veronica?"

She felt his once-hard cock slowly deflating inside her churning cunt.

He hadn't come. This distraction had robbed him of his boner.

"I want to watch us fuck in the mirror. I want to see what it's like if I could get up and watch – and still have your lovely cock fucking me!"

"That's sick." He sounded disgusted.

"No, it's not. I think it's wonderful. You can look, too. Imagine the sight of your prick spreading my pink pussy lips and digging in deep up my slobbering cunt. Wouldn't you like to see that? And do it at the same time?"

"No. Besides, it's too dark in here."

"So we turn on the lights. You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" She smiled and reached down between his thighs. Gripping his limp cock, she began massaging his prick until he had a burgeoning hard-on again. His rigid prick was soon throbbing with renewed lust for her. She knew he'd do what she wanted. He desired her more than anything else in the world.

He wanted to please her. If, for nothing else, just to get his rocks off in her tight cunt.

"Dammit," Stan snarled. "Okay, I'll drag the motherfuckin' thing over here so you can watch. Like being in a damn porno movie." He grunted as he pulled the heavy dresser close to the bed. Under his breath, he kept up a steady stream of curses. He was obviously not enthused with this idea of Veronica's.

She came up with the damnedest things at times. He wondered what went on in that pretty blonde head of hers. Actually wanting to watch! And to have the lights on, too. He was worn out trying to think of new ways of fucking to keep her amused.

He thought fucking was something better when it was done all at once, with no interruptions once started.

"There. Satisfied?"

"No," Veronica said, smiling. "My poor little cunt doesn't have your huge steely cock in it any more. Come on and stick it back in. And then fuck me, fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before!"

This time his entry into her dripping pussy was faster, harder. His cock jolted her and rattled her teeth. This was more like it. She wanted it rough, quick, as brutal as he could give it to her.

Even better, she had a perfect view of everything going on. Her legs were spread wide. She saw his fierce red cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips. As his hard cock disappeared into her needy cunt, she felt the broad head of his prick pushing apart her cunt walls. The sight, the feel, those were a double turn on for her!

"Yessssss!" she hissed from between clenched teeth. "That's it. Let me have your rigid prick, all of it!"

He fucked her as hard as he could.

Watching in the mirror gave her as big a thrill as actually feeling his cock pistoning back and forth, fucking her with rutting strokes so totally different from his usual fucking. She had the mental stimulation that had been lacking before.

Her body sang a song of lust, of carnal joy. And the gorgeous blonde watched everything her husband was doing to her.

She saw herself lifting her hips off the bed to meet his inward stroke.

The way her churning cunt lips parted, splitting obscenely and sucking in his plum-tipped cock, made her breath come faster.

She watched her tits rising and falling. They bounced around like succulent jello on a plate. Her hard red nipples were like cherries just waiting to be popped into an eager mouth.

When he actually began sucking on her tits again, she was close to her orgasm. The wetness of his mouth all over her tits added to the feelings dammed up in her tender young body. The gentle sensations seeping down into her chest from his sucking mouth collided with the liquid fire she seemed to breathe.

But this was nothing compared to the wild fires it lit in her belly, in her churning cunt. The long rigid prick fucking her had finally brought out her deepest hidden desires.

The way his steel-hard cock stretched her virgin-tight cunt made her certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin. He'd never fucked like this before. Maybe she should have gotten him mad at her before. She didn't care. He was really drilling his rigid prick into her, their crotches meeting with wet, slushy sounds every time he plunged into her cunt.

And she watched it all. She saw her ass tensing and rising off the bed to meet his thrust. The way his balls bounced around to slap wetly against her ass was almost worth everything.

"That's it, that's it!" she shrieked.

Her body thrashed around on the bed, pinioned by the throbbing spike of his cock up her churning cunt. The way his mouth moved relentlessly all over her tits told her he was nearing his own come. It wouldn't be long.

Veronica came with all the power of an avalanche smashing down a mountainside. She could barely focus her eyes on the mirror to watch his cock reaming her twat out. Then she closed her eyes.

"Aieeeee!" she wailed.

Her body tensed with the rigid muscle-lock of orgasm. It was the release, both emotional and physical, that she had craved so.

As she drifted down from her sexual high, Veronica felt her husband's cock bucking and dancing wildly inside her churning cunt. The warmth of his jism pushed her own desire back up the slope toward another climax.

Stan spent himself before she could get off again. He kept his spent prick inside her. Veronica felt his prick slowly shrinking as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Still inside her wet, churning cunt, his cock might as well have been as thick as a spaghetti noodle.

Veronica realized how unsatisfied she actually was with her climax.

Something deep inside the gorgeous blonde told her it would have been better with Mr. Marshall.

Veronica was glad now that she'd taken the job at Acme Manufacturing.