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CHAPTER TWO

Sensitive nose snuffing, huge grizzled body moving gracefully on silent padded feet, ears and eyes attuned to everything that made a sound or moved in the primeval forest, his home and natural habitat, the great Grizzly Bear moved through his territory, the man-scent strong in his nostrils, the hated odor rankling and irritating him. He was not hungry, his carnivorous appetite was satiated; there was plenty of small game in his forest, fish in the streams, berries growing on bushes and honey dripping from not a few of the lightning-blazed hollow trees. Now, the hated humans were in sight; he stood still and watched. They seemed to be harmless, unaware of his presence and no present danger to himself. Then, he smelled it! It was the gun-smell! He hated and feared it! That odor spelled danger to him, and he lumbered about turning to leave that place to the humans and their gun.

There was something else! The odor of it wafted through the air to him. Another animal had entered his domain!

From the branch of a pine tree tawny eyes surveyed the ridge, nose wrinkled above half-snarling lips as the great cat sorted out the scents, the hated man-smell, the odor of his gun… and stronger, the smell of the giant he-bear. The mountain lion swished his tail, angrily, and a low growl escaped him.

The Grizzly paused, snuffing and listening. He recognized the cat-scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning from the mountain lion and uttered his own barely audible growl of irritation; then he moved off into the underbrush until he came to a tall pine tree. Standing up on his hind feet, the huge Grizzly Bear reached high up with his forepaws, the lancet-sharp claws slashing into the rough bark nine feet above the ground to leave his mark… his territorial warning to the mountain lion who had violated his domain. Dropping, now, to all four feet, again, the Grizzly moved off down the slope toward the stream. His stomach told him that it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout from the stream, below.

The primitive drama was played and the man and woman on the blanket were unaware of it. Their senses were not attuned to the affairs of the forest. They were in that wilderness but were not a part of it. They were truly alien beings in that place, in that time. Their concentration was on each other and the feral, rutting sensations of their senses.

"You're hot, now, baby!" Buzz croaked. "Hot enough to fuck… and that's what I'm going to do! I'm going to fuck you so hard… you'll never forget it!"

Joan couldn't talk… she couldn't move; her naked body was petrified with fear, suddenly, as with her thighs raised and splayed wide open to him, her breasts swollen and painful where his hands had dug cruelly into them and as her breathing came in short, passionate, panting gasps, her belly quivering and cringing, her eyes locked upon his long, thick, lust-inflamed cock that jutted from his loins like a giant cudgel, capable it seemed to her, on the instant, of inflicting grievous wounds on her tender genital parts.

Dear Lord! It's so huge! I won't be able to take it… inside of me!

"Oh, God, Buzz… don't…" Joan whimpered as he wedged his hips between her legs, holding himself up slightly above her, supporting himself on his lean, strong arms. "I-I can't… take that monster… inside of me! It'll split me… wide open!"

He ignored her plea; he dropped his head and sucked up a coral nipple of her breast into his hungry mouth, his teeth nipping into it painfully, as he bit hard enough to break the skin and the sweet taste of her blood was strong on his tongue, then, he raised his head, pulling the nipple grasped in his teeth, stretching it and causing her to writhe in pain under him. She groaned aloud at the sharp twinge of delicious pain, the fluttering agony of it mixed with her sexual desire that caused simultaneously a spasm of masochistic sensual delight in her undulating crotch that moved up, uncontrollably, to brush against the hard, swollen head of his cock. The unexpected contact producing racing thrills that beat wave upon wave of nerve-searing need into her consciousness, and she moaned an animalistic, choking paean of urgent need.

"Oh, shit… am I going to fuck you… Mrs. Wright," he hissed down at her, lewdly. "When you get this cock of mine inside that tight little cunt… you'll be begging me to fuck you with it!"

"N-Never!" she managed.

"We'll see!"

Cock! Cunt! Fuck…! Oh, God…! Why does he have to use those vulgar… filthy, dirty words?

Joan lay, trembling, beneath him, as though she were struck immobile, paralyzed, her eyes watching his mouth, fixedly, as he spouted the obscene words at her, their vile, lewdness revulsing her, but, at the same time, they arced with searing heat into her brain, exciting her, filling her with their salacious meanings and she struggled, desperately, to control his gradual subjugation of her mind. Already, her body had betrayed her… but she must not let him distort her mind with his filthy talk. Love and sex were perverted when it was lowered in this way… ground into the dirt, as it were, by the use of these forbidden, vulgarities.

Dear Lord… help me! Help me… to resist it! I can't… I won't let him… drag me down… brutalize me… make me act like an animal!

"All right… baby… take my prick in your hot, little hand and put it in that luscious pussy of yours!" he commanded, his lustful eyes burning down into her own fear-filled face.

"Oh… God, no… Please! No! I-I can't… I just can't…!" she groaned in her further humiliation, her body trembling in trepidation and abject shame… yet even as she spoke her disavowal, her hand, unbidden, uncontrollably slid down across her belly, between them, to pause only inches away from the rod of hardened male flesh, as she began to shake her head from side to side, frantically, the hot tears, again, streaming down her face, the battle between her senses, driving her hedonistically and her brain, trying to steer her on a straight course, raging in her contorted, indecisive facial expressions.

"Do it! God damn it!" he snarled down at her. "Take it in your hand and put it in! Do it, now… you little bitch!"

"OOOoooh, God…!" she groaned, once more, as her tiny hand reached across the remaining few inches that seemed to her a mighty gulf, the simple reaching movement, the decision to make it as difficult, in her mind, as the first step she took down the center aisle of her church on the day that she became James Wright's bride. God! How could she forget?

Jim! Oh, Jimmy…! You'll understand… won't you? Oh, God…! Help make him understand… I don't want to do this!

Her fingers tried to encircle his mighty, throbbing shaft, and a great, stabbing fear pierced her belly, as she truly realized for the first time the true size of his monstrous, lust-inflated cock.

"What in hell are you waiting for…? Put my cock in your fucking cunt… quick, before I shoot all over your belly!" he rasped out at her.

Buzz lowered his hips toward her while Joan spread her thighs even farther apart, as she guided his heavy, pulsing prick toward the quavering, moist portal of her vagina, using the thick, bulbous head to part the sparse blonde pubic hair and divide the full, fleshy lips of her cunt, the fleshly contact galvanizing the sensitive nerves, her body-mind in a whirl of both fear and wild anticipation.

She gasped aloud, her head flailing in uncontrolled agitation, a great shudder passing through her body as the shiny, surprisingly soft and resilient red-cowled head of his rock-hard cock pressed against the wet, sensate flesh of her quivering cuntal slit, and she held her breath, as she lay paralyzed with fear beneath him, the tears of her shame flowing in scalding cascades down her cheeks;… then, he moved down on her, jerking his hips forward, slightly, that caused her a sharp, splitting, tearing pain from the stretching pressure of his engorged rod of flesh at the tight, little hole of her vagina.

"Oooooooooooh!" she cried… and he pushed again, the smooth, rubbery head moving forward, the tip of it barely finding room in the tight, resisting passage. "Aaaaaaaaagggh!" she wailed, chokingly, as the huge organ, blood-inflated and aching forced its way into the tight, elastic opening, stretching it painfully, brutally, the resilient flesh resisting yet allowing the entry, but Joan was sure that she was being torn and ripped apart by the almost unbearable pressure that bore down between her widespread legs.

"Buzz! Buuuuuzzzz! Oh, God… Buzz! You're ripping me… in two…! My God… I can't stand it…! It hurts… too much! Please…? Please… no!" she screamed, but the lust, the savage animal lust on his face, the look of pure, sadistic delight he was taking, as he forced his giant cudgel into her resisting channel told her that she would gain no quarter of mercy from him. It would be a waste of her breath to plead with him, beg him to ease her torture.

"Dear God… Oh, dear God!" she shrilled as he pressed down upon her, shoving his massive cock into her, inch by excruciating inch, until, suddenly, she saw his expression change from lust to agonizing need, as if he could no longer stand the waiting and watching game he played with her helpless, debauched body. He glanced down between them to see that little more than half his length was imbedded in the quivering coral depths of her pussy, his stud-horse shaft straining at the tight, elastic nether mouth at the cusp of her marble-like thighs. With all the strength of his strong, young body, he thrust, forcefully, sending his long, thick prick racing and plunging up, up, into her cringing, palpitant passage with the feral, animal ferocity of a rutting stallion.

"AAAAAaaaggh! God in heaven!" Joan screamed as the thick, blood-engorged head pressed the resisting coraline walls of her vaginal vault in surging wavelets ahead of it, the great breadth and length of him soaring heavily up into the deepest depths of her belly until she felt his heavy, pendulant, sperm-loaded balls smack hard up against the rounded, upturned cheeks of her trembling buttocks.

"Dear God…!" she keened beneath him as she lay perfectly still, not daring to move lest she be split wide open! His cock had stuffed her cunt full… fuller than it had ever been before and the walls of her vagina felt as though they had been scraped raw from the brutal entry of his massive, foraging prick. It lay in her like a log, every bit of the hardened rod in contact with the moist sensitive tissue of her cuntal passage, every wrinkle and ridge of his tumescent flesh discernible to her as that giant man-cock lay sunken, deeply, up into her churning loins.

His breath began to rasp in his throat as he lay heavy upon her, momentarily; then he expanded his cock, flexing it deep inside the tender flesh of her moist sheath, and moving it inward, deeper, another fraction of an inch.

"Ooh! Aaaaaaaagggh!" Joan moaned and he repeated it, again and again, each flexing, outward expansion against her vaginal passage eliciting tearful groans of agony and shameful degradation from deep in her throat; presently, however, slowly, she became aware that her passage was beginning to adjust to the abnormal size of the hardened rod imbedded there. Now, her whining, sniffling whimpers of pain decreased as the man lying on her naked body began a slow, undulating, circular motion of his pelvis, grinding his cock into her tight, naked cunt, expanding the quivering fleshy walls of the channel until her whimpers of pain became mewling trills of pleasure that she could not contain.

Slowly, Buzz hoisted himself up to full arm's length and looked down at her, lewdly, anticipating in advance her reaction to his next move. His ice-blue eyes penetrated to her very soul, the sadistic pleasure of subjugating her to his will shining through them.

"You're ready to beg for it, now… Joan! Beg… baby! Beg me to fuck you!" he croaked.

Joan stared up at him in total surprise. She gasped, but her pelvis already ground in little undulant circles under her, an involuntary movement she couldn't control. Her passion-glazed eyes pleaded with him for mercy… for gentleness and restoration of her morale. She wanted him, now, but not at the expense of further degrading shame and humiliation.

"Please… Buzz? Just… love me… now!"

"Beg me for it, I said! God damn you, beg me to fuck you! Say it!"

"Oh, Buzz… haven't you done enough to me… already?" she groaned. "I w-want you t-to do it to me… please…?"

"Beg! Bitch! Beg! I've got to hear you beg me to fuck you!" he roared.

The shame of it pounded in her ears. She had to say the vile words! She had to have his pounding cock… now! Now!

"Yesss! Oh, God, yes…! I-I need it… so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me… Buzz! Please… fuck me?" she strangled through her tightly clenched teeth, turning her face away from him as she felt the reddening flush of her ultimate shame on her tear-wet cheeks.

Dear God! There's nothing left! Nothing! He's stripped me of everything I've ever held dear to me… my pride… morals… even my faith! I can't believe tats has happened to me! All there is… in the world… for me… is this time… this wonderful cock… in my cunt! There's nothing else!

"Where… baby? Where?" Buzz chanted above her.

"In my count… Buzz! In my fucking cunt!" she responded.

"How?"

"Hard! Deep…! And fuck me… good!"

"God, Joan! I'll fuck you… so you can't walk straight!"

"Yes! Buzz! That's what I want…! I want you to use that big cock in my cunt… to fuck me half to death! Come on! Fuck me… now! Hard and deep… and don't stop!"

Buzz began rocking above her, using short, smooth strokes in and out of her moist, expanding vagina; her body reacted of its own volition, her determined fight against the lewd sensations of sexual desire that rampaged through her were now vanished. She did not fight against herself any longer, the obscene pleasure of wanton, unbridled sex looming before her forced all reason from her mind. Now, there was only surrender to the sensate flesh!

Giving herself up to the surging power of the sensations in her loins, chills of mounting excitement began to build in her, as the easy tempo of Buzz' cock began to thrust longer and deeper into her moistly throbbing pussy, the spiraling ecstasy of total commitment easing her conscience, as consciously, now, she responded with countering thrusts of her own.

As he slowly increased his speed and the depth of his penetration, Joan felt her whole nakedness responding to him, and she writhed undulantly beneath him with ever-increasing vigor, the piston of his cock in her working ever more smoothly in her moistly viscous cuntal passage. His mouth sought hers, found it and her tongue shot upward into his mouth, between his teeth, to be sucked, her moans of pleasure emitting unceasingly from her throat in sex-crazed acceptance of whatever lewd, obscene desire he wanted of her. Now, she began to move her tongue in and out of his mouth in imitation of the genitals below, and he ovaled his lips to accept her thrusting, demanding lingual member even more sensuously. Already, he sensed the wanton abandon rising higher and higher in her…

Joan began to grind her crotch up at him, in tempo with his smooth, stroking beat, her lovely face contorted with a passion she never knew existed until this point in time, her mouth working on his lips around her plunging tongue while she began to pant, her nostrils flaring in abject surrender to the rapture being generated in her slaving loins.

He could see her straining neck muscles, the contortion of her lovely passion-flushed face, the thin film of perspiration forming on her forehead and the tangled blonde hair, its wild disarray caused by her flailing head only moments before; from deep in her throat, there came a low, gurgling mewl of wild abandon, vibrating against his lips as she kissed him with fervor and new-found elan. Buzz was thinking as he drubbed in and out of her now responsive cuntal passage.

God! She can really fuck… like a mink! I'll bet any odds Jim Wright's never had it like this… with her! He'll have to thank me… for thawing her out for him! Damn! What a luscious piece… a hot, tight cunt… round, full ass… beautiful, big breasts… and blonde all over! Christ! What a gorgeous cunt…! And, the way she's using it…! The sensations in may cock are about to drive me out of my skull!

Sliding his hands down her flanks, he worked them beneath the soft, satiny protuberances of her flexing and hollowing buttocks working under him, clutching at them, kneading and massaging, his hands clenching and unclenching as he alternately caressed and punished the soft, warmly resilient flesh.

She groaned, loudly, her breath caught in her throat as his big hands hauled her pelvis tighter up against his grinding loins, and he felt her pulling her hips back farther, only to thrust them back again, her vibrant cunt crawling up his driving cock in opposition to his every forward thrust; then she began to draw her thighs back toward her chest, flattening her breasts as she presented him the moist, flowering portal of her cunt for his deepest penetrating thrusts, absorbing all of his great length and breadth of rock-hard cock to ever greater depths.

Joan's head rolled with delighted, unmatched, never-before-experienced ecstasy, the last twinges of her former pain were gone, replaced by erotic sensations, her passion-filled body joyous in her new-found emotions, her legs on either side of his thick, impaling cock quivering and twitching, spasmodically, in wild profligacy as her tongue continued to slither wetly in and out of his mouth in semblance of oral fucking while deep moans of rapture gurgled forth from her throat, unceasingly. God! Never… never in her life had she known anything to equal this! Nothing had ever prepared her for this; from the sucking and licking of her cunt to this very moment with Buzz' monstrous cock plunging up into her, flicking past her cervix to the back wall of her vaginal vault, filling her belly with this wonderfully warm hardness that felt like it had belonged there… forever.

She found that when she tensed her thighs, straining to tighten the muscles of her loins, her neck and back muscles straining with the effort and writhing her crotch up tight against him that the intensity of her bliss was doubled… almost unbearable. Oh, dear Lord… she had never in her wildest dreams believed that such delicious sensations could come from lying beneath a man, her legs spread, and being fucked out of her mind by him… and against her will… committing adultery… and willing and wanting to give back to her ravisher as much and more as he was giving her. She was immersed in a beautiful sea of sensations.

Don't let it ever end… God! Let it go on forever!

Buzz had begun to pound into her with unmerciful force, his strokes becoming longer and faster, withdrawing his engorged cock almost completely clear of the tight, moist sheath of her cunt that clasped him, hungrily, only the knob of his long, lust-hardened rod remaining in her at the top of his stroke; then he plunged it into her upraised crotch until his bloated balls slapped hard against the tiny, hairless mouth of her desperately clenching anus. His throbbing testicles ached as did his slaving cock with the mounting pressure of his need. It was building to almost intolerable levels of sweet sensation and his head swam, dizzily, with his ever increasing lust.

His hand slid down over the smooth whiteness of her lewdly gyrating buttocks flexing and hollowing under him, his finger searching for the tiny nether ring of her back passage nestled unprotected there between the cheeks of her working ass. He felt the sudden gasp of delighted surprise in her as he fingered its crinkled yet soft, warm flexing movements as her pelvis thrust up passionately to absorb him to the fullest. A few drops of warm, viscous fluid ran down from her slaving cunt moistening the tiny clenched portal, and he teased it with his finger, running in circles around it, then drawing the tip across the tight, puckered opening, tauntingly, as she quaked and shivered with both fear and anticipation.

"Now, Joan baby… I'm going to shove my finger up your asshole… as far as I can get it!" he croaked.

Struggling with herself, again, Joan knew that the obscene action and his words were yet another debasement but the vibrant, ecstatic sensations overpowered her, his words exciting her even more and she wanted him to subjugate her to every lewd whim of sexual depravity that he knew, the delirious raptures of the strangely masochistic idea surging through her like a tidal bore.

"Oh, yes! God… yeeeessss! That's what I want…! I want you to shove your finger… clear up-up m-my asshole, Buzz!"

His brain screamed with the lustful exhilaration of her acceptance of everything he had done to her. God! She was his, completely! His cock was nearly bursting, the painful feeling of ejaculation past due burning acidly at the root of his blood-engorged testicles. Damn! He couldn't wait very much longer! He had to squirt his semen deep up inside her in cataclysmic release soon… very soon!

He slowly began to insinuate the tip of his finger into the round, tight, little, brownish, puckered hole of her back passage; then, suddenly, with brutal, sadistic force, he pushed hard, and he could feel the tight, protective muscle ring give way before his lean, muscular finger, the soft, sponginess of her anal canal warm and smooth to his touch as the tiny orifice was ravished, brutally… painfully.

"Ooooooooooooooh! God! That hurts!" she screamed in pain beneath him as his cock pounded into her without mercy.

Christ, he had never known a woman who could fuck like this! He had unleashed a wanton! In his mind, he cataloged the women he had fucked… girl-friends, whores… young girls, older women and the wife who had turned out to be a lesbian. None of these, he knew, could ever match the pure, animal sexuality that had been unfettered in Joan Wright! Suddenly, then, he thrust harder, shoving his finger all the way into her backside until his palm was flat against her rounded ass-cheeks. He heard her grunt of pain even as her wildly clasping cunt rode up and down his aching painful cock. Now, he began to rotate his finger, slowly, gently, at first, then more rapidly feeling the bulge in the thin, dividing tissues as his hardened rod of flesh slid in and out of her, smoothly. After a few moments his finger was moving in the warmth of her rectum in rhythm with the rampaging cock surging into the warmly moist sheath of tightly, clasping cuntal passage, and she moaned, incessantly, beneath him.

Never… never had she felt such rampant pleasure-pain in her whole life, the deliciously barbaric pain-source became one with her sensual, ecstatic rapture of the moment.

Oh, dear God… that's wonderful! How can something so obscene… make me feel like this? I feel like I want to… to be fucked… every way possible! Oh, God… Oh, God! Every nerve in my body's on fire!

The pain of her pleasure was real, his finger in her rectum expanding the smooth rubbery channel, cruelly, even as unbelievable rapture overcame her, filling her loins and belly… even her swollen, sensate breasts; meanwhile the gnawing agony of his rectal entrance began to subside, her anal passage beginning to grow accustomed to the presence of his digit in her backside, leaving her with only the pleasure, the voluptuous, lascivious sensations rushing over her in a great curling wave of Sybaritic consciousness, as she tried, now, to skewer herself back upon the unnatural phallus worming around in her anus and she strained to absorb every millimeter of his wonderfully huge cock up inside her searingly passionate belly.

Buzz could control his demanding lust no longer. Christ! His loins throbbed achingly with his need for spewing release, and he rammed into her wet, upthrust pussy with demon-like ferocity. She had taken his finger in her asshole with uncommon delight; suddenly, he withdrew it and thrust two fingers into her, to the very depths, without benefit of gentle preparation. He wanted to hear her grunt in masochistic acceptance of her pleasure-pain! Her mouth broke away from the oscular contact. She grunted… and grunted, and grunted! This was what he wanted!

He wormed both fingers around inside the warm, spongy depths of her anus, feeling his own massive rod of hardened flesh plunging in and out of her, bulging through the thin partition between her passages; then he began to use both together, his fingers fucking her rectum in time to the cock that fucked her cunt. Slowly, her moaning whimpers subsided, again, to be replaced with incessant mewlings of pleasure ax her anal canal adjusted to the vicious, sadistic and unnatural invasion to which he had subjected her. He found her mouth and buried his tongue in her throat as she screwed her crotch up on his fingers and her legs splayed out, her thighs now touching her shoulders to receive his double ravishment of her loins and his tongue surged in and out of her mouth in imitation of the wildly fucking cunt and cock below.

Joan cried aloud in agonized ecstasy. She was hopelessly impaled on the rock-hard spear of his giant cock in her vagina and his fingers worming deep up into the depths of her anal entrance; her throat was full of his lashing tongue. God! All of her orifices were filled with him. She had never known such insane rapture and she began writhing and squirming under him, the double ravishment of her loins driving her, demandingly, to gain the fullest measure of pleasure from it.

Oh, God! I'll go insane… insane!

Buzz Henson had reached the point where he feared for his own sanity… if he didn't cum soon! Christ! He had to cum! Now… NOW! He looked down between their slaving bodies to where his thick cock was pistoning smoothly in and out of her luscious, hair rimmed cunt, allowing himself to concentrate on the feel of her satin-lined vaginal walls on the sensitive head of his lust-inflated prick, the soft hair-lined folds of the fleshy cunt-lips clinging, tenaciously, to his fierce rampaging rod that ran amok thrusting up into her like a driven piling, the force of his pelvis smacking into her, causing her whole body to jerk and quiver lewdly beneath him with the impact. He searched his mind for another, even more subjugating technique, but he could think of nothing he could do, unless they stopped to change positions; understandably, he didn't want to stop… even for that! It was the one thing he hadn't done to her yet… sodomize her… fuck her right in the ass! Hell! That would have to come… later!

Instead, he reached down between them; his hand fondled her cunt lips that clasped him so tightly, already, drawing them up on either side of his cock to increase the friction, bringing further moans of unbridled passion from deep in her straining throat. Even more, now, he felt the muscles of her pussy clench him, her vagina clasping and massaging his painfully hardened cock in its attempt, hungrily, to swallow all of his ramming deep and deeper inside the seething inferno of her uncontrollable, completely aroused and sensate cunt.

His jackhammer hips increased the speed and depths of his plunging thrusts as she gyrated wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, her curt climbing up and down his cock with unbelievable fury, her legs jerking and scissoring, her toes curling and she lurched her legs wide and upward toward him; he knew now that she was nearing her climax. It was the first sign that he'd had that she was almost ready to cum. He pounded, rammed, plunged and hammered his rod into her, unmercifully, finally, yanking his fingers from her anus with a wet, obscene hissing sound as he pressed his hands brutally behind her knees and shoved them back, forcefully, until her golden-haired head was framed by them, the whole table of her magnificent naked loins forced higher and wider, open fully and defenseless to his assault upon her fluorescent cunt. He held her rigidly in place, now, and in his exuberant attack he began to withdraw his penis from her, making a new and sensuous entry with every down-stroke, the engorged head driving into her clear to the back wall. God! He had never known another woman who could take all of him… like this! She was taking it all… and asking for more!

"Oh! Oooooohhh! Ooooooooooooohhhhhh! God! Oh, my God! Fuck it… hard! Buzz! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she began to chant, beneath him, her lovely face contorted as the obscene sex words spilled from her lips, her passion, supremely urgent in her, demanding surcease:… release for her love-starved body.

Buzz groaned aloud, pummeling her hard and deep in his crazed effort to stab his heavy cock far, far up into the coraline cavern, the tender, vaulted sanctuary of her womb; he wanted to reach the core of her very being with his hard rod of male flesh, and for a fraction of eternal time, he had the thought, the vision that he would fail her… that he would not be able to bring her to the soaring heights of ecstasy his cock had promised her; then before his eyes he saw her breasts heave and quiver, the nipples expanding, erectly, filling even more and the flush of her chest spreading, the droplets of perspiration now running in rivulets from her proud mounding orbs, her eyes glazed, wild in her head, her jaw agape, her golden tresses tossing wildly on the blanket in a frenzy of sexual need. He felt the cofferdam, back behind his bloated balls, begin to broach, the acid, burning of his load of sperm commencing its long journey of ejaculation.

Not yet! God…! Not yet! God…! I've got to hold back!

She came!

She convulsed, spasmodically, beneath him!

"Oh…! oooOOOhhhHHH…! OOOOOOooooo OOOOOOOHHHHhhhh! Dear God… in heaven! It's almost here! It's going to happen… to me! I'm going to… cum! Oh, God… I'm cumming! Now! NOOOOOO ooooooo WWWWWW!!! AAAAA aaaaa AAAAA ggggg hhh!"

As he continued to hammer into her with renewed fire, he thrust himself ever deep and deeper into the receptive, wildly, spasmodic sheath of her clasping vagina, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him, feverishly, and he used all the strength and might of his strong; lean body to assure her an all-consuming orgasm. Her breathing came in laborious, short gasps from deep in her chest, and he felt her jerky, convulsive movements signaling the height of her ecstasy. Now, he sensed his own hot, viscid semen race the length of his prick in stimulating ecstasy, hosing through him in jetting spurts from the orifice in the tip of the bloated, lust-hardened head, spewing far, far up, into her soft, resilient cuntal vault. It jerked and pumped in never-ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight to him to absorb all of it splashing lewdly around inside her belly.

Joan moaned aloud. Her thighs quivered and trembled and her belly quaked with the unleashed rapture in her body. She had never realized such joy existed on the face of the earth. With a final shuddering sigh, she let her legs fall limp, shamelessly, while her heart pounded like a trip-hammer in her chest. She had been filled and fulfilled by the big cock still buried deep up inside the fiery depths of her very being.

Buzz held himself rigid, as the final ejaculate streamed from him, draining him, his rapture complete with the soaring ecstasy of his spewing release, and he collapsed on top of her, his cock spasming in subsidence. He emitted a deep groan of satisfaction through his labored, panting breathing.

To Joan, now, the sexual delight she had sampled were of utmost importance; the shame and humiliation she had just known were secondary, but looming up in her mind, again, they tried to seize control. She fought it, as she tried to identify herself within the new framework that had been forged for her. She had been fucked to ecstatic heights she had never dreamed of, and it had been done not by her husband… definitely not by her husband's boss, but by the young, daredevil pilot, Buzz Henson.

Well, Jimmy… I've been fucked… really fucked… for the first time in my life! You've got a lot to learn… now… if you're going to satisfy me! If it's true that you bargained with Andy… were willing to let another man fuck me… your plans have gone astray! Buzz was the first after you…! Right now… the way I feel… both you and Andy are going to have to stand in line!

Buzz stirred above her; he rasped into her ear: "God, Joan! What a gorgeous piece of ass you are!"

"Should I feel complimented?"

"Hell yes! At least that's what I intended," he defended. "You liked it… didn't you…?"

"I-I… liked it… Buzz," she said. "It was… marvelous! I don't know… I didn't suspect that anything could be so… absolutely perfect!"

"We'll have to do it, again… sometime," he suggested.

"Maybe… We'll see, Buzz. I'll have to think about it," she hedged, the inkling of an idea beginning to form in her mind. She could not yet articulate it, but she knew that it was an important concept… that she should nurture it… for a while.

"You're not angry…?"

"No… I'm not angry. I'm very satisfied. After being made love to like that… how could I be angry?" she said demurely. "But I just have to do some thinking… before I decide whether or not there will be a… repeat performance. Now, if you'll get off me… please?"

Mystified, Buzz obeyed, pulling his rapidly de-tumescent penis from her with a wet, sucking sound.

Joan continued. "I'd like to have those codeine tablets for Jim," she said.

"You're really in a hurry… aren't you?"

"Jimmy's been having a lot of pain…! I want the pills for him! That's what I came for…!" she countered.

"All right… here they are!"

He reached for his jeans, extracted the cylinder of tablets from a pocket and handed them to her. "One every couple of hours should be enough," he instructed.

She took the container and held it tight in her hand.

"You were really sure of yourself… weren't you?" she asked.

"Yes… you could say that…"

"Cocky!" Joan said. "Cocky as hell!"