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CHAPTER TWO

John tightened the knot of his tie against his collar. He checked himself carefully in the mirror, insuring his own ego that he presented the proper appearance for a young, upcoming attorney.

He turned toward the bed as he slipped on his suit coat. "The TV repair man will be here about ten. Now, be sure that he sees how badly the color is messed up."

Susan leaned against the headboard. She let the sheet slide down just the tiniest bit, allowing a hint of her dark nipples to show, testing the effect it would have on him. She could have guessed the answer without even bothering to try anything.

He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said: "I'll see you this evening."

She sat with her eyes closed, hardly aware that be had gone. The old aches from last night were still there, bubbling just below the surface. They were ready to explode without warning. Susan sometimes wondered what would happen if she ever really did break loose.

She hopped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. It was still one hell of a body, she told herself. There wasn't anything there for a twenty-nine year-old woman to be ashamed of, that was for sure.

The black hair swung freely to her white shoulders, framing a face that was a vision of loveliness in itself. Her legs, long, slender, and firmly muscled, flowed into rounded, firmly curved hips that dipped sharply into a narrow, flat waistline. Below that was the hair, thick and full, that covered her pussy.

Her tits were full and firm, ripe melons that jutted high and proud on her chest, each capped by a large, dark, highly sensitive nipple that ached to be sucked. Her tits were heavily marbled with faint blue veins that disappeared in the rich darkness of her nipple.

No, she told herself, it can't be the body that doesn't turn John on. Any man should be happy to find himself in bed with a body like this.

She settled back down on the bed, dangling her tiny feet over the edge. No, she thought, it's certainly not the body that is the problem. Others had found it very attractive, even when she had been much younger.

She closed her eyes and saw Ben plainly in her mind. So handsome, she had thought. And the star of the football team, too. It had been such a surprise that the hot shot senior had even known the shy freshman existed, much less had asked her for a date. How could any girl refuse?

The next surprise had come when he had casually unbuttoned her blouse at the drive-in, his hand slipping under her bra to fondle her still budding tits. The fiery wave that suddenly rushed through her body at that moment had stolen all of her willpower!

She helped him slip off her panties and thought for a moment she would die when his strong hand covered her cunt, his thick finger pushing her pussy lips apart and rubbing up and down her cunt slit. She couldn't keep her ass still on the car seat as he massaged her pussy gash and she grew wetter with each stroke of his hand.

His cock was free of his pants and Ben guided her head toward it with surprising gentleness. She kissed his cock head and let her tongue slip between her lips to bathe his prick knob with her saliva.

She had shocked herself that night, never having done any such thing before. Later, she had decided that perhaps her one special gift was being a cock sucker, because she most certainly was a natural at it.

Her lips parted and she placed them around the top portion of his prickknob and slowly sucked his cock head inside her mouth, her tongue working ceaselessly as she licked his quivering cock head, probing with her tongue into his tiny opening, squeezing from it her first taste of pre-cum. She rolled the drops around in her mouth, pleasantly amazed at the strange, salty-sweetness of his juice, before she swallowed eagerly, her cunt sending her signals that it wanted some of him, too.

She licked his cock head thoroughly, her tongue stroking around the underside where the shaft and knob joined together. She heard Ben moan softly before he moved his head closer to her, freed her tits from the confines of her bra and drew her nipples into his mouth, sucking them as though he were a baby in his mother's arms.

Susan bobbed her head lower, gulping more of his hard prick shaft into her mouth. She supposed, in her ignorance, that she was obliged in some manner to cram his entire prick into her mouth, never imagining that it was for most women, a rather difficult feat.

She slid his cock in and out of her mouth, slipping lower and lower on his stalk each time her head went down. His hips thrust upward, driving his prick deeper into her mouth, her lips pressed tightly against his hot flesh, sucking at his cock shaft as it stroked in and out of her mouth, her lips tingling against his root.

She had, of course, heard the girls talking about going down on a guy, sucking his cock or giving him a blow job. It seemed strange to Susan that it was something her friends had turned their noses up at as something not to be done. It seemed like something terrific to her and she was enjoying every minute of it as he fucked her in the mouth, his cock-knob plunging into her throat, filling her mouth with his hot prick. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked his long prick, keenly aware of the heat that his cock gave off inside her mouth.

She had never had such a sensation in her tits before. They seemed so alive, so burning with fire as he sucked on them, his tongue lapping at her nipples their tiny tips jutting outward like hard, little fingers, smoldering with the heat of her desire.

Susan sensed the dampness in her pussy as it filled itself with her honeyed cunt juices, spilling out and dripping onto her leg, wet and sticky, gleaming brightly in the faint light.

She had never known such emotions in her loins before. They seemed to fill her from the inside and make her suck faster and harder on the prick that filled her mouth with such tasty delight.

She bobbed her head faster and faster as Ben thrust his hips at her face, plunging his cock in and out of her throat. She felt his cock was growing inside her mouth, expanding, thickening, stuffing her mouth with more prick than she could handle.

Her nipples slipped from his mouth and he groaned as she worked on his prick, moaning as the waves of pleasure swarmed over his body.

"Oooohhh, Jesus! I'm coming!" He meant it as a warning to her, but she neither understood nor cared.

His ass flew upward from the car seat and he blew his wad into the depths of her throat, creaming her mouth with his hot cum. Susan didn't know what else to do but swallow as she gulped as rapidly as she could to keep up with the river of jism that sprayed from his pulsating cock.

Ben squirted wad after wad of thick, white spunk down her throat and she ate every drop of it, her body alive and tingling as she felt it slosh around in her mouth and slide down her throat, warming her body as it flowed down into her belly. When he stopped firing, she carefully licked his prick clean, sucking up the remains of his cum with her lips, playing his cock with her tongue, folding and curling it around his thick prick shaft, feeling it soften even as she licked.

She liked it even better the following Saturday night when Ben had pulled her over onto his lap, his mouth seizing her stiff nipples as he positioned her over the head of his ramrod prick head and slowly lowered her body onto his.

She jerked at the first touch of his hot cock-knob against the opening of her creamy cunt slot. His cock head penetrated her pussy and she nearly fainted with joy right there on the spot.

His fat cock-knob pushed open her pussy and she felt herself descending on his long prick shaft, filling her cunt with his fiery cock the same way he had filled her mouth.

Susan slid lower and lower until her pussy swallowed all of his prick, their bodies meeting at the groin, his cock embedded in her cunt. She nearly drowned his prick in her cunt juices, pouring her cream around his stalk, filling her pussy tunnel with her sticky honey.

With the slightest pressure from his hands, she knew what to do next. Ben mouthed her tits and nipples as she rose and fell on his prick, sliding upwards until nothing more than his fat cock-knob lay hidden in her pussy. And then plunging downward, dropping her body down his prick shaft until he was driven up to his hilt in her burning pussy.

The world seemed to spin around her and she feared she was losing touch with reality. Up and down she rode on his prick. His hips moved with her, plunging his cock shaft in and out, stroking her pussy with its fatness. She clung to his cock with her cunt lips, thrilling as his prick rubbed across them, slashing its way through her foamy cunt tunnel and sending a shower of sparks shooting off from her hungry clit.

His mouth was never still on her tits. Her nipples were so hard and swollen she was afraid they would burst from her body. Her nipple tips so stiff they reminded her of new erasers on the ends of pencils.

Faster and faster they bucked together, his cock plowing upwards into her cunt, her juices surrounding his prick shaft, making it slippery and wet as it drove through her pussy, every stroke a searing red-hot poker that lit new fires inside her cunt.

Susan's body rose and fell on his cream covered prick shaft, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft, nursing every fiery touch from his steel cock as she rode it. The fires of flame leaped upward from her pussy, consuming her belly in a white-hot fire that seemed to devour her cunt.

Up and down, faster and harder, she drove herself on his thrusting prick, her cunt impaled on his long, hard cock. It grew inside her pussy, as he groaned his tormented pleasures, his mouth hot against her swollen nipples.

His bomb burst in a fire-filled stream of hot jism that flooded her pussy, spraying her cunt walls and pouring around his twitching, throbbing prick, draining from her pussy to wet her pussy lips and drip stickily onto her thighs as she forced her cunt down against his body, driving his prick deep into her cunt, creamy and sweet with the mixture of cum and cunt juice, while he ground her body harder and harder against his loins.

The heat of his jism skyrocketed her loins over the peak and her cunt shot a series of rapid-fire blue lightening bolts raging through her pussy. Her flesh quivered and trembled at the impact of the orgasm that pounded through her sweet cunt, making her body shiver at the cold chill that raced through it followed by the searing heat that shattered her nerves. Darkness swirled through her brain and her pussy was seized by involuntary muscle spasms, causing it to clutch his throbbing cock shaft, holding his prick tightly inside her flooded cunt tunnel, not wanting to ever let it go, making it a part of her body for all time.

His pulsating prick fired another wad of spunk into the depths of her pussy, setting off another series of shock waves flowing through her cunt. Another river of her creamy juices poured over his softening cock, her loins ablaze with the heat of the sticky cum that filled her cunt slot.

Her body jerked her pussy off against his dying prick. The back and forth movement of her ass rubbed her cunt against his hard body and fired her again and again, smearing her cream against him while she held his head tightly, mashing his face against her tits, driving her nipples into the softness of his mouth where his tongue could work its magic on her pulsing tips.

Susan rested comfortably on the bed while her mind returned slowly to the present, the visions of Ben floating from her, leaving her alone with the harsh reality of her own hand on her damp pussy, her fingers plunged deeply within her still aching cunt.

She stroked her pussy slot with her fingers, sliding them in and out of her honeyed pussy gash almost idly. Her thumb occasionally flicked against her stiff clit, shooting sharp bolts of pleasure through her agonized cunt.

Susan thought of John's prick, her pussy ready to settle for whatever pleasure he could afford her if he were only there. But unfortunately he wasn't, and there was nothing left for her but her own hand, a very unsatisfactory substitute for the real thing.

She spread her cunt lips apart, roughly massaging away the aches that invaded her loins. Her nipples were swollen and hard, bulging from her tits, begging for the warm comfort of a pair of loving lips.

She closed her eyes again, trying to tell herself that all of her earlier sex life had, not been good. Her fingers plowed in and out of her creamy pussy gash, stoking the fires that smoldered in her cunt.

She could see the beautiful lake, so peaceful and serene, the dark, cool woods that grew almost down to the water's edge. It was a scene that any pastoral artist would have delighted in capturing on canvas, the darkness of the woods, the depths of the broad water, reflecting the crystal blue of the springtime sky.

The fire blazed in her cunt as she pictured the scene once more in her mind's eye. Her clit tingled at the memory. She could see herself her naked, teenaged body thrashing and heaving against the hard earth as the strong, masculine arms held her tightly. Cold, cruel, eyes stared at her bare flesh, and, mouths laughed at her feeble struggles against odds that she didn't really want to overcome.

Ben sat under the tall tree, his bareback resting against the rough bark, tilting the can of beer to his lips while his friends took their turns with the young girl who had thought she was special to him.

She fought them, but it had been hopeless. One after another mounted her, plunging their hard, hot pricks into her cunt, treating her body savagely, showing no regard for her own feelings and needs.

Over and over, pricks penetrated her pussy, wedging themselves into her cunt, sliding wetly through her creamy pussy tunnel, pounding their loins with their thick cocks. They shoved aside her cunt lips, stroking in and out of her body, fanning the flaming, brightly burning fires in her clit. The cocks fucked her mercilessly, slashing at her flesh, driving her wild with desires that she could not express, her hips throwing her cunt upwards toward them.

Her tear-covered face was salty, wet, her pussy flooded with her own honey and their hot cum. Gushers of spunk sprayed into her pussy, splashing around as the next hard cock poised at her cunt slit, penetrating her with its fat knob and plowing its thick shaft into her cunt walls. The pricks were lashing at her pussy slot, driving her insane with a passion that could not be quenched without the love that should have gone with it. Her pussy became a simple receptacle, a place for them to deposit their ism, as she did little more than jerk their pricks off with her pussy.

Susan recalled that she had stopped struggling after a while it really wasn't worth the effort. It was easier to lay back against the hard earth, her legs spread, her cunt filled with spunk and let them fuck her. She lay quietly as they changed places, one cock becoming like the one that preceded it. They positioned themselves, plunged into her dripping cunt slot, stroked in and out several times and gushed a new load of jism into her already too full pussy tunnel and then moved away so that the next one could take his place and accomplish the same thing.

Her cunt was sore. It ached from the constant chafing of their fat pricks against her delicate pussy lips. Her clit seemed to grow numb from the stroking it had received. Her mind separated from the rest of her body, stood aside, and watched while the cocks fucked her. Pricks sliding wetly through their companions' cum as load after load of jism swelled inside her cunt slot and spilled out onto the earth.

The water had been delightfully cool against her feverish flesh when they finished with, her. She didn't even care that they lounged about wood's line and watched as she washed herself clean. Her cunt felt chapped and irritated as she cleaned herself, bathing their spunk from her tired cunt, letting the delightful, water slosh over her pussy until she felt cleansed inside and out.

Susan found it amusing that every one of the seven boys who had raped her that, day, Ben included, had the nerve to ask her for a date later in the school year.

Back in the present, she stretched her legs out, forcing her back against the bed as she finger fucked herself. Tightening her cunt around her fingers as they flogged her pussy, she whipped them in and out faster and faster, stirring her cunt juices as they filled her pussy slot with creamy honey.

The rape reminded her of John. He used her body to little more advantage than the high school seniors had done. Her pussy had become a place for him to stick his cock and squirt out his cum and little more.

Yet she knew that she loved John, and that in every other way he was an excellent husband. There had to be some way, she told herself, to get him away from the puritanical ideas that ruled their sex life together. She yearned to go down on his fat cock, to suck it into her mouth and taste his jism, hot and wet, spraying down her throat. There had to be something she could do to get his mouth against her aching cunt, to feel the thrill of his tongue darting in and out of her creamy pussy.

Her fingers were doing her no good and she knew it. Like fucking with John, it had become an exercise in futility. She rose from the bed and slipped on her robe.

The hurt in her pussy was still there, a constant reminder of failure.