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CHAPTER ONE

Denise Stockton nervously caressed her firm tits through the material of her filmy nightgown when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Clark. Her husband would have used his key and let himself in.

Yet, she was still nervous. She had been having the affair with Clark Hunter for over a month now, and she still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came over to fuck her.

The thin material flashed around her creamy legs as she ran to the door to let her lover in. Her slender hand trembled slightly, then with greater determination, she slipped back the chain and opened the door for Clark.

Hunter stood in the gathering shadows far a moment, then glided silent as a ghost into the dimly lit hallway. He was a middle-aged man but solid. He didn't believe in letting himself go to flab. His stomach was firm and hard, and his muscles were powerful – Denise loved it when he pulled her body down hard against his and crushed her in his passionate embrace.

"Clark, you're late! What happened?"

"Sorry, doll, but the traffic's fierce tonight. I guess it must be the crowd from the baseball game that made things so rough. Did you miss me?"

He knew the answer immediately. Denise threw her arms around his neck and smothered his face with her wet, lustful kisses. Clark didn't mind the attention in the least. He loved the idea of having such a gorgeous brunette for a mistress. Denise had tits that were ample; not too big, but big enough. Clark thought that anything more than a mouthful – or a handful – was a waste of good tit flesh.

The man felt the aroused tips of Denise's boobs poking into his chest while she kissed him. His hands roved restlessly up and down her back and finally came to rest on the smooth lines of her taut ass. Denise was only twenty-two, but she had been married for five years. Clark would have smiled if Denise's mouth hadn't been so eagerly pressed against his.

Seducing her had been a snap.

Clark didn't have any delusions about his masculinity. He knew he was an attractive man and in good shape, but it wasn't every day a looker like Denise came along. When he realized that she'd never fucked a man other than her husband, it was simple to seduce her.

He sensed she was both tired of her husband, Ray, and curious about what she had missed by being married while other chicks were out laying every guy who came along.

Clark had met Denise at a party given by the real estate firm Ray worked for, and the rest was history. Their first meeting had been tense, then Clark had managed to break through the nervousness of the scene and fucked the hell out of Denise.

He knew that the five years of marriage to Ray had never given her an orgasm from the way she looked at him after he had finished reaming her tight, hot cunt.

Denise broke off the kiss and hung suspended from Clark's neck like a gorgeous, sexy necklace.

"Damn right I missed you!" she cried.

Clark studied the woman in the twilight of the hallway. He felt his cock growing harder and harder as he looked into her glowing eyes, eyes radiating nothing but yearning for his long, hard dick. Clark managed to break the hypnotic stare and look farther down the woman's well formed body.

When he came to the half exposed tits bulging up out of her nightgown like fleshy melons, Clark felt his cock snap rigidly to attention in the prison of his trousers. Those boobs were just too much for the man to look at without doing something.

Clark buried his face between the twin mounds of doughy flesh and began to lap and lick and kiss.

While his mouth was avidly at work stimulating Denise's boobs, Clark's hands began to squeeze the convenient handholds of her asscheeks. The meaty globes flowed under his powerful grip and made sure the woman didn't try to escape.

As if Denise wanted to!

She had been waiting all day for her raven haired lover to come. Ray had been out of town on a business trip for almost a week, and Denise had gotten so damned horny, she masturbated every morning and fucked Clark every night.

She felt the fires inside her cunt begin to burn with a fierceness that she never experienced with Ray. Her husband was simply unable to turn her on like Clark did.

Denise didn't know if it was because Clark was… illicit… or not. She thought it was very kinky to have a lover. It was also adultery, and her strict upbringing told her it was wrong.

But it was even, more wrong that Ray couldn't give her an orgasm. After five years of fucking, not once had she experienced an orgasm. The very first time Ray screwed her and took her cherry had been paradise. She had married him only to find that a silly teenager's notions of a good lay were different from what a more mature woman expected, needed.

The first time she had balled Clark had been paradise, too. But it was a completely different type of paradise. She had come with the pent up force of five years of almost constant fucking. The denied sexuality had found its release at long last.

Her morals told her it was wrong to keep meeting Clark while she was still married to Ray. But her cunt was the more dominant. It told her Clark was a good lover, that she needed him badly to feed her sexual fires, to satisfy her craving for a good lay.

The feel of his hands on her butt sent tingly sensations knifing into her cunt and made it water. His lips on her partially exposed boobs increased the woman's breathing rate until she was gasping for air. Denise sounded like a fish out of water, yet it was so damned nice!

The brunette felt her tits expand with the added blood as her frenzied heart pumped wildly. When her boobs felt like milk bags getting ready to explode, she gasped out, "Clark, oh, Clark! Fuck me! I need your cock inside me!"

The man lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. All the while, his mouth never left her tits. Clark was getting off on mouthing Denise's knockers and wasn't going to stop now. When she was properly aroused and trembling with suppressed lust for him, then and only then would he abandon those succulent mountains of marshmallowy flesh and fuck the hell out of her.

Clark stumbled into the bed and fell full length on it, Denise crushed under his massive weight. Denise didn't complain. To her, this was the culmination of her day of patient waiting for her lover. This was her reward for being so calm and collected. Now, she'd get the screwing she so desperately needed.

How her cunt ached for long, vibrant cock!

The front of her nightgown fell open and fully exposed her heaving boobs to Clark's lusting gaze.

"Fuck me, Clark, fuck meeee! Ohhhh!"

The man moved his hand from her rounded buttcheeks to the youthful, firmly fleshed thigh. He had run his groping hand up the lily white pathway until it found the matted pussy bush hidden at the vee of the brunette's thighs. Clark's hand quickly shot up the tight, hot tunnel of Denise's flowing cunt.

Denise felt her lover's hand stroke upwards along her leg. The pressure on her thigh made her wiggle and tremble in anticipation. He was so close to her steaming cunt!

When Clark's finger dived into her frothy pussy, Denise cried out, "Ooooooh yesss!" Her cunt hole was impaled by his digit. The woman wiggled and shoved her hips down in a vain attempt to fuck herself on his finger. The tiny rod was simply not enough for the wanton woman.

Clark knew that and immediately added a second finger up her twat. He loved the feeling of power he had over the struggling, naked beauty stretched out in front of him on the bed. Every time he wiggled his fingers buried up inside the woman's gushing twat, she'd begin to buck and hunch up to meet the thrust.

"How's that, sweetheart?"

He started to twist and flex his fingers in her hole at the same time. Denise felt searing knives of fire leap into her belly. Her cunt was on fire with the lust she held for Clark. She didn't want his fingers crammed up her twat.

Denise wanted cock!

"Fuck me! Your cock – I want your Goddamn, long, hard, fucking cock in me!"

"Whatever you want!"

Clark's left hand had been stripping off his clothing while he diddled the brunette's pussy. By the time he had his shorts off and kicked aside, his right hand was completely drenched in Denise's cunt juices.

She was ready for his cock. More than ready.

Clark pulled his hand out of her cunt with a lewd smacking noise and ran his hands under her thighs. He quickly moved into position between her open, inviting thighs and shoved his crotch powerfully forward into hers.

As he moved forward on the woman's body, he flexed his arms and got her knees draped over his shoulders. In this position, Denise's cunt was split wide open for the entry of his cock.

Denise reached down and fumbled around for a moment in her haste to have Clark's dong inside her aching match. She couldn't focus her eyes because of the wild sensations assaulting her brain. She felt Clark's hands groping for her tits.

Every time he touched one of the marble topped crests, a flare of burning napalm scorched deep into her chest. Clark's hands began to knead the bulging globes of her boobs as if they were bread dough. Denise felt his fingers stroking and lingering on the slopes of the snowy cones, squeezing and letting her pliant flesh flow between them.

Those sensations filled her chest but feeling split apart by hanging her legs over the man's broad shoulders was even more of a turn on. Her dribbling cunt was stretched wide. She was completely exposed to whatever Clark wanted to do to her.

Finally, Denise's hand found the throbbing warmth of Clark's mighty prick. She gripped his hard-on and stroked up and down its length for a quick moment before dragging the meaty rod to her pussylips.

Denise felt the broad purpled crown press into her bloated gash. The jolts of sexual electricity that surged throughout her body made her moan in reaction.

She had to have him fuck her!

When Denise had grabbed hold of his tool, Clark almost came. The feel of her slender, clutching fingers on his cock was so erotic and sensual he had to exert his iron control to the utmost. He felt the hot juices of her cunt ooze out and dribble onto his twitching prick.

Clark allowed Denise to guide him forward a little more until his cock was buried about an inch up her twat. Then he stopped to revel in the fiery feeling of her steaming hole. Denise had the tightest and hottest cunt he had ever fucked.

Clark prided himself on finding virgin tight pussies, but Denise's was the best he had discovered so far. That was one reason he had stuck with her for over a month. The other reason was her enthusiasm. She was good in bed and getting better under his expert instruction. But she was so puppy dog eager to please him.

The man wondered how far he could go and still keep Denise jumping into bed at the snap of his fingers.

It was a matter he put to the back of his mind for the moment. Right now, he was too engrossed in the consuming fires blazing inside the woman's cunt. The heat surged out of her cunt tunnel like heat from a blast furnace. Clark felt the ripply pussy walls around his knob and knew that he wouldn't be able to keep still much longer.

He pushed his hips forward the slightest amount.

His dick seared an inch into Denise's eagerly awaiting, cock hungry cunt. As Clark's prick moved into her twat, he leaned forward. He shoved Denise's legs down to her belly and bent her pretzel fashion.

As her legs were pressed closer and closer to her stomach, her cunt was more widely exposed to Clark's long prick. He wasted no time in slowly gliding up the fierce, hot and clutching tight hole to the brunette's belly.

An inch short of being fully buried up Denise's cunt, Clark stopped. He gasped and began to moan from the emotions building in his body. His balls had tightened in to tiny, hard rocks that threatened to blast out their load of cum at any instant. His meat was being burned by the heat of her cunt. And the pressure all along the length of his cock made him fear his tool might be crushed flat.

With a mighty shove, he buried his cock balls deep up Denise's cunt.

"Aaaiieee!" was her response.

Clark only gasped in reaction. He had shoved his pulsing rod fully up the woman's twat. Now he pulled out as fast as he could. There was an obscene, liquid squishing noise as he withdrew. A slight pop signaled when only the head of his cock remained in the woman's quim.

Clark's dung was completely drenched with Denise's twat juice now. His second trip up her seething cunt was faster, more powerful. He began a rhythmic fucking that was designed to drive Denise mad with insane lust for his prick.

Clark succeeded.

Denise felt like she was filled to over flowing with his massive dong. As Clark began fucking her man hole faster and faster, Denise noticed thousands of tiny things she had missed before. The cunt juice dribbling down her perineum and into her asshole tickled. The feel of Clark's foreskin sliding back on his cockhead stimulated her pussylips before he plunged powerfully into her cunt.

As he fucked her pussy, the brunette felt the flames of lust ignite in her belly. Her cunt walls rippled and contracted with the approaching orgasm.

Denise was lost in the wilderness of her body's sensations. In spite of the stretched feeling of having her legs draped over Clark's shoulders, she was in paradise. She couldn't remember when she had felt more aroused and hotter!

Clark had freed her of her sexual boredom and shown her the joys of orgasm. For that, she thanked him. Every time he fucked her, she thanked him. He could give her body the cock it needed for sexual release, and that was something her husband had never been able to do. Clark was just a damn good lay, and it was stupid comparing him to the mediocre and unimaginative Ray.

Denise tried to buck up and shove her cunt down even more over Clark's impaling prick. She was pressed firmly down into the softness of the bed's mattress by the weight of the man's body. But she didn't really need to move. Clark was doing a good job of screwing her. His long piece of meat rammed deep into her horny box. With the woman bent double and even more open to his fuck thrusts, Clark was burying his huge, iron hard cock fully nine inches up her cunt.

The fires inside Denise began to blaze with increasing lust. Soon, the lightest touch of Clark's cock drove her mad with lust. The feel of his wick twitching and throbbing with masculine vitality inside her pussy, the expanded head of his tool smashing into her cuntlips, the friction of his passage along her cunt walls all pushed Denise over the wonderful abyss of orgasm.

She climaxed.

"Oooohhhhh! Chriiiist!" she screamed, she clutched fiercely at his back, scratching him.

Clark felt the sharp sting of Denise's fingernails raking his back. This drove him on to even faster fucking of her man hole. He felt the contractions of her cunt around his pistoning rod as she came. The velvety walls of her quim damped down on his prick like vise pipe. He felt like he would be burned to a nubbin by the incredible heat of her climaxing snatch. Clark sensed the liquid cunt juice dribbling out around the plug of his dick as he dammed full force into her spasming hole.

The heat and grasping tightness of the brunette's cunt became too much, even for a man with the control Clark possessed.

Clark climaxed.

He felt white hot cum boil up from his balls and slowly, agonizingly creep along his rigid dick. When the fiery tide was halfway down his cock, he felt as if he were rupturing at the seams. His dong fire hosed around inside her cunt and whitewashed the velvety, wet walls with sizzling fuck juice.

Spurt after long, gooey spurt of jism erupted from his prick, and Clark bucked and humped into Denise's cunt with all his might. As soon as the fierce tides of orgasm had receded from his body, Clark straightened and allowed Denise to drop her legs to either side of his body.

She had been bent completely double by his forceful fucking. Denise had received another wonderful screw that had momentarily sated her body's lusts.

Clark looked down into Denise's loving brown eyes as he smiled and asked, "Was it good enough, doll?"

"Terrific, Clark. Simply terrific! I wish I could have you around all the time. I get to feeling so damned trapped with Ray. It's enough to make me want to scream."

"Like you did a few minutes ago?" Clark teased.

"No, dammit! I feel like a prisoner around here. Ray goes off on his trips and leaves me all alone. If he'd only take me along with him… Oh, hell, what good would that do? He's so crummy in bed it makes me sick. Even more so now that I've found a well hung stud like you!"

Her loving eyes, filled Clark with pride. He had really gotten to this chick. The difference in their ages didn't matter at all. The way Clark looked at it, he could just fuck fifteen years better than her husband and thus satisfy her fifteen years better.

"Look, doll, why don't we just go on up to Las Vegas for the weekend? I can get away from my keeper…" Clark's voice trailed off for a moment when he mentioned his wife. Clark was so demanding and shrewish it made him want to kill her. But he knew better. She'd inherit all that bread as soon as her aunt kicked off, and Clark was no fool. He'd, be rich in another year or two. Until then, he could fuck around with chicks like Denise… "and we can live it up for a couple days. What do you say to that?" He knew what her reaction would be.

"Do you mean it, Clark? Las Vegas? WOW!" Denise managed to sit up and throw her arms around his neck. Clark allowed himself to be pulled down to the bed beside the eager woman. As his mouth met hers and their tongues began to erotically duel, he knew he'd be able to fuck her three, maybe four more times that night.

And in Vegas, hell, there'd be no stopping him with a dynamite chick like Denise!