"Stripper wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER TWO

"You'll never believe it," she said, "even if I tell you." She licked the remaining drops of cum from her lips and smiled coyly at him.

"Try me," Barry said. "I always make it a point to know who I fuck, and when they're as good as you, I usually want a return engagement."

"Okay," she said. "In that case… it's Chile Day."

"I didn't ask what the weather was… I asked what your name is."

"That's it, lover," she said. "Chile… like the country, and! Day."

"You're in show business?"

"Well, yeah, kind of… but I'll tell you about that some other time. Now you want to know how and where we met?"

"Yeah," Barry said, lighting a cigarette. "Un-confuse me."

"We met at a party on the Near North side."

"Whose party was it? How did I get there?"

"One question at a time," she told him. "I don't know who gave the party. I went with a fellow I met in a bar. And you were already there when I arrived. You were sitting in a corner with a bottle of whiskey between your legs and you were glaring at everybody. Everybody else was having so much fun and there you were, glaring. So I sat down next to you, and we started talking, and here we are."

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where are we? What part of town?"

"Somewhere on Madison… in a very tacky part of town… I think."

"You think? Don't you live here?"

"No. Of course not. This place belongs to someone who went home with a girl I know. We borrowed the place from them just before they left. You really don't remember, do you?"

"Do you remember the job I offered you?" This woke him up with a start. He needed a job bad. He'd been boozing since his wife had left him the previous year, and it had gotten so bad that he had lost his carrier job, and two subsequent ones.

"No," Barry said. "Was it a good job?"

"I think so," she replied. "Well… dammit, tell me!"

"No," she said, amused. "I think I'll let you stew until tonight. In the meantime…"

She wrapped her hand around his cock again. It started to swell but it didn't get completely hard. "You ask a lot of your men, don't you?" he said.

"Only after I find out they can handle it," she replied. "C'mon, lover… just one more little quickie before we both have to split out of here."

He got on top of her and she hurriedly spread her soft, luscious thighs for him. This girl knew what she wanted, all right. She took hold of his fat prick and inserted the knob into her wet cunt.

"A morning fuck gets me goin' right," she said with a wicked smile.

He pushed in. It was delicious. Nothing like getting into a chick in the early hours of the morning, twice. It felt like his dick was hitting some muscle under her belly and there was a tickling sensation that made her mad with sensuality.

"Yes, oh yes, more!" she whimpered hotly.

He pounded her pussy harshly, but she seemed to enjoy it all the more. Barry felt insane with pleasure. His brain was on fire.

"I'll give it to you, don't worry," he said, as if continuing some dialogue with himself. "I'll fuck you like you've never had it!"

Her own body pressed backward. He grabbed her head, pulling her back by the hair, and with the other hand, violently shoved his index finger into her asshole.

"Oh."

"Like?"

"Mmmmmm…"

The sharp pain of his thrust soon melted and sh began to feel a wave of sexuality in her anus. She hunched over his cock and his fingers with her two lower holes.

"More… more, lover… fuck it into me!"

She repeated the in-and-out action again and again, growling and voicing curses of love. Her body became a juggernaut of frenzied activity as she writhed on his mammoth organ, caressing and battering it against the far, inside wall of her cunt.

"Let me on top," she hissed. "I want to grind my cunt down on it."

They shifted positions. She placed the dripping head of his cock against her hole and let her weight settle the male meat inside her. Down, down she went until she felt the sac of his nuts press into the spread crevice between the cheeks of her ass.

"I thought this was going to be a quickie," he said, smiling up at her.

"Hang on, lover."

She began fucking him, rocking her spectacular body back and forth over his prick. Her huge breasts bounced and swayed beautifully across her chest as she moved.

Seeing her beautiful, full, firm breasts above him like that, and the way she worked his cock, and the way her full hips and thighs splayed out across his brought back the memories of the beautiful women he had known and loved.

This, he thought to himself, is what I really want. He came alive, startling her with sudde ferocity.

In one smooth motion he flipped her beneath him again. Grasping her by the ankles, he lifted her buttocks high off the bed until he could kiss her cunt by barely bending his head.

He fell across her, ramming his mouth, his teeth, his nose and his chin into the wet sweetness of her cunt. He shook his head from side to side, wallowing in her pussy, swallowing gulp after gulp of the river of juices that flowed in an unending stream from her body into his throat.

He tongued her cunt, her ass, her thighs, until she began groaning in delight and wriggled downward until she lay directly beneath him, her pussy straining upward to meet his throbbing prick.

Slowly he lowered his hips, watching her eyes glaze and her tongue dart between her lips as inch by inch his hard meat slipped into her sucking hole again.

When she was sure he was completely inside her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his ass and let her whole body erupt into a wrenching, bucking, twisting volcano of unbridled lustful fucking.

He joined in her ecstasy, matching the rhythm of his pounding hips with hers until he felt her body tense, her back arch, and her hips freeze as her orgasm ripped a stifled scream of total fulfillment from her agonized throat.

It was over quickly for both of them. Orgas after orgasm racked her body as he spurted his juices in long, hot streams far inside her heaving belly. Spent, he rolled away from her, the blood pounding in his temples.

"That was good… the best," she said. "And I always want the best." She was rubbing her body, sighing and rocking back and forth gently, with two fingers still submerged in the soaking mass of her cunt.

He studied her, lying naked there on the bed, that same smile on her lips, her hooded eyes enticing him, telling him without words that this wouldn't be the last time for them. Her fingers worked in and out of her cunt with a slurping sound that screamed fuck, sex, cunt, cock, inside his head.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned.

"I know," she said, and again, that smile.

"When?" he said, and stood, climbing awkwardly into his clothes.

"Tonight," she said. "I'll call you."

"I'll give you my…"

"I've already got it," she said.

By the time Barry got back to his own fifth-floor walk up, he was beat, but it was a pleasant kind of fatigue. One that came from the best exercise in the world… sex.

He flopped, fully clothed, across the bed, intending to set the alarm for his appointment, but forgetting. If the girl, Chile Day, was serious about the job offer, he wouldn't need the appointment.

What a name, he thought, Chile Day. It couldn't be real. But everything about her was real; really real. As he had been doing for the last year, after every chick he screwed, he compared her to Ellie, his ex-wife.

Inevitably, the comparison brought back all the memories of their three years together. As usual, his mind sifted through them and lit on just one. This time it was their first meeting.

It was, of all places, in the unemployment line. Barry was twenty-five then and not much caring about anything. He was half the time on a job, and half the time between them, collecting on the dole.

There was a couple of hundred people in the large room, most of them men, and all of them standing in lines. Barry got in a line right behind a tall, hippie-type girl who had the face of a fourteen-year-old and the body of a lot of woman.

He had only a glimpse of her body before he moved behind her, and his mind had a quick impression of huge tits jutting forward and a lush ass jutting rearward.

As the line grew behind him he felt himself forced against the back of the girl in front of him. Her buttocks were as soft as silk and they gave resiliently under his pressure.

He tried to think about everything but the beautiful girl pressed against him. He thought about his life, the fact that it was going nowhere, and worse yet, the fact that he didn't seem to care. He wondered about what talents he had and realized that, outside of a bedroom, there weren't very many.

Barry's mind was jerked back to reality by the twitching of the girl's buttocks. He'd thought she would ignore the helpless pressure of him against her. Instead, he now felt those heavy spheres jump against him. First the left muscle clenched tight and relaxed, then the right muscle repeated the action.

Barry tried to back away half a step, but she followed him. He couldn't back up any further because of the person behind him, and her ass pressed hard against his crotch. He felt his body responding, and she must have felt it, too. She clenched her buttocks together, and he felt excitement begin to boil in his loins.

If she wanted it that way, Barry was no man to argue with her. He returned her pressure, and she began to roll her hips imperceptibly from side to side. The line moved slowly, and by the time the girl was at the counter Barry was aflame with desire. He wanted to touch her with his hands and the only thing that held him back was the presence of all the other people in the room.

Then she was gone, and he was stammering hi way through the questions. The woman behind the counter looked at him sharply, thinking perhaps that he was drunk. But she let him sign for his check anyway.

He stepped away from the counter and saw the girl standing near the exit door. Her tits were truly tremendous. They pointed at him like twin bullets as he crossed the room towards her.

The office was one floor above the street level, and above it in the building were a bowling alley and a couple of floors of offices.

The girl winked at him as he approached and turned through the door just ahead of him. Out in the stairwell she looked back at him, grinned, and went up instead of down. Barry looked around, saw that no one was paying any attention to him, and followed her to the landing between floors. It was relatively dark here and they were out of sight from both the floor below and the floor above.

She was leaning back against the wall waiting for him. Her teeth gleamed and her eyes glittered with excitement.

Barry stepped up close to her so that the tips of her breasts brushed across the front of his jacket.

She slumped against the wall and her belly pushed out at him, her loins touching his bulging crotch. "You're really raring to go, aren't ya?" she said with a slow grin.

He grinned back at her and slipped his hand inside her open coat to fill it with her blouse breast. Then was nothing but warm, hard-tipped softness under that blouse and she gasped at the touch.

"Lonesome?" she said.

"Everybody's lonesome," he replied.

"But not everybody's hungry," she countered, slumping against the wall and pushing her belly out to him. "I am."

"You're a runaway, aren't you?" he said.

"Yeah… so what?"

"Nothin'," Barry replied, his eyes drinking in the huge swell of her breasts. "How old are you?"

"Old enough," she said, taking his hand and slipping it inside her blouse. "You're hot already, aren't you?"

"You're not exactly an iceberg, yourself," he said.

Her hand slipped between their bodies and squeezed him hard. "You got any money, honey? Like I said, I'm hungry."

"Hungry for what?" he asked. "Food, or me?" His hand tightened on her breast.

"Both," she said, returning his squeeze.

Her pink tongue fuck out from between her lips and ran around the outlines of her mouth, leaving behind a wet hail. Barry pushed himself closer, slipped one hand behind her to heft the heavy cheeks of her ass. Her skirt slipped over her skin as he tightened his hand, and he was torn between the desire for this girl and his edict agains paying for sex.

"I've got a place over on Clark Street… if you mean it, we can get some steaks…"

The smile she gave him was one of total relief. He mashed himself against her full length and his fingers slipped back inside her blouse. She ground her hips against him at the touch of his fingers on her naked skin, and he felt his hand tingle. Her skin was smooth and hot, her nipple pointed against his palm. Their lips met and her tongue drove into his mouth, setting fire where it touched him.

"Let's not waste any more time here," he groaned.

Barry splurged. They took a cab to his place. He gave her the key and told her he would meet her upstairs as soon as he got the food.

In the store he went all out: steaks, potatoes, wine; the works.

"Hey," he called, kicking the apartment door shut behind him. Where…

"I'm going to shower… I hope you don't care [missing text]."

"Have at it…" Barry said, and deposited the food.

While he got things prepared for dinner, he listened for the water to stop. When it didn't, he moved into the bedroom and on to the shower.

"Hey… you gonna drown?" he shouted through the partially open bathroom door.

"I… uh… I haven't had a shower for thre days," she said. "It feels good."

She was nervous, real nervous, and he knew it.

And he was right.

In the shower, Ellie Price was debating with herself. She really did want the meal, but she wanted him too. Since she had been in Chicago, she had tried this very same thing twice before. Both times had been failures.

Could she go through with it this time? The consequences of doing such a thing were as predictable as the arrival of tomorrow. He would fuck her! And she would lose control of herself and let him! Was that what she wanted?

Yes, she told herself. She had to.

That's what her loins wanted anyway. That's what her moist, twitching cunt wanted. Her body yearned for a man's nakedness pressed against her, her cunt ached for his hot throbbing cock up inside her, her whole being craved for the inevitable consummation such a union would bring!

And yet the small voice in the back of her mind begged her to resist this temptation. How could she let herself be so completely guided by her sexual need?

She picked up the soap and immediately began sudsing her stiff-nippled breasts with one hand and caressing her aching, quaking cunt with the other.

He would be lying on the bed in the next room. He would be naked. Totally naked. Perhaps he would be under the covers. Perhaps not. He woul be drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette. I can't! she thought.

But the rigid, throbbing clitoris beneath her fingertip told her she could.

The bedroom was dark when she opened the bathroom door. The voluptuous contours of her towel-draped body were highlighted by the shaft of light shimmering through the cracks in the drapes.

She quickly padded away from the door and over to the dresser. She dropped her personal effects back into her suitcase and turned to look at Barry.

Light, cast from the bathroom door, illuminated his body. He had pulled the covers up to his waist, but she knew he was naked beneath them.

"Barry… I might as well tell you the truth," she said, standing nervously alongside the bed. "I'm still a virgin."

"I figured something like that," he replied, pounding his cigarette out in an ashtray.

"And I'd like to stay that way."

He looked at her. Normally he would say, "Bull shit". But there was something about her, something beneath what he saw, that he liked.

"Take off the towel," he said.

She let it fall away and sat down on the bed. He took hold of her arm and pulled her down on top of him. Her breasts, loose and unconfined, crushed against his naked chest. His hands immediately began coursing up and down her back.

Gently, he kissed her cheek, nibbled at her earlobe. Ellie felt a familiar heat surging inside her, a heat generated by the warm, masculine, demanding body beneath her.

A little breathlessly, she said, "We… we still haven't settled anything yet."

"That's as it should be," Barry muttered as his hand moved down over her full hip and stroked the gentle snowdrifts of her ass cheeks.

There were more protests that buzzed around in Ellie's brain, but their chance of articulation became more and more futile as her own body began to respond to his caressing hands. She became increasingly aware of the growing hardness pressing against her right hip, surging upwards beneath the covers, tugging new folds into the material. Impulsively, she moved her hips in closer to the stiffening cock-stick.

Barry's mouth moved over to her lips. His tongue darted between her teeth, setting off new sparks of sensation within her. When his tongue withdrew momentarily, she followed it with her own until she was probing and exploring the inner surfaces of his mouth.

With each slamming heartbeat, with each panting, rasping breath, with each new contact of flesh upon flesh, Ellie's sensual need grew. And as her need grew, her inhibitions diminished.

A recklessness of spirit consumed her, took control of her senses, her actions, left he helplessly at the mercy of the man beneath her.

And all the time, Barry continued to feed her growing flame of passion. Encouraged by her increased panting, her own wanton gestures inside his mouth, he could feel the warm, vibrant, fleshy globes of her naked buttocks beneath his palm. Boldly he ran his index finger through the deep crevice between these mounds, feeling first the tight, puckered button of her asshole and then touching the moist folds of her cuntal slit.

Ellie trembled and thrilled to the gesture, and wriggled her ass for more.

Again, he moved his finger up her crack, this time pausing to apply a little pressure on her anus. Ellie pushed her hips back, encouragingly, and Barry gently inserted his finger through the muscle until it was buried up to the second knuckle.

Ellie purred and groaned, nearly swooning with the erotic ecstasy generated by the squirming digit inside her asshole.

But all too soon, it was gone.

Barry pulled his mouth away from hers and, in the next instant, kicked the covers back, exposing his rigid, swollen cock.

Ellie caught only a glimpse of the glorious weapon before once again she was pulled down upon his nakedness. The sensation of hot flesh upon hot flesh was almost too much to bear.

Her nipples erected immediately, pushing through his ample chest hairs and digging into hi flesh. Without any urging, she swung her hips over until she was lying flat on him, her legs extended straight between his.

The hot, pulsing strength of his turgid cock was sandwiched between their bodies, pressed snugly into Ellie's belly. She could feel his pubic hairs tickle her twitching cunt lips.

This time she took the initiative. She ground her hips into his groin, and brought her open, voracious mouth down on his. Their tongues sloshed together heatedly. Their hips writhed against each other.

Barry reached down and clutched her buttocks with both hands, pulling her in even harder. His strength both frightened and excited her.

Then he rolled over with her until she was lying on her back and he was on top. Their mouths remained fused. His hands still gripped her ass cheeks. The only difference now was that her legs were spread, and his were in between.

Ellie brought her trembling hands up to stroke his neck, his powerful shoulders, his smooth, sinewy flanks, and lower still to course over his naked, quivering buttocks.

Knowingly, he lifted his hips slightly and, instinctively, Ellie moved her feverish hands down his hips and in between their bodies. She caught hold of his hot, throbbing cock with both hands, and a spasm of delight ran through her whole body. Her fingers began to move up and down th length of his meat, caressing the head, then sliding back along the silky texture of the shaft to cup his bursting balls.

Ellie groaned and squirmed beneath him, stroking his prick faster and faster. Barry, panting above her, began licking her cheeks, her ear, her delicate neck and shoulders.

The scented, feminine taste of her became his obsession. He began moving lower.

She was forced to release his meat as he squirmed down on her body, kissing and sucking and nibbling at her quaking flesh like a man gone mad with hunger. His tongue left a wet trail around the heaving mounds of her tits, zigzagging teasingly through the valley between them, and then coursing up to the rigid nipple of one. He took the turgid rosebud between his lips and sucked hungrily.

Meanwhile, his hands were equally busy. He pushed them both down between their bodies, caught hold of the underside of her quivering thighs, and lifted her legs up and out. Then he moved his hands in and ran his fingers through the gooey, sopping, twitching slash of her cunt.

Barry sucked her other breast before continuing his trail of kisses down over her satiny belly.

At last his mouth neared the fur his hands had already found. The fragrant smell of her cunt fille his nostrils and fanned the flame of his desire. The crisp fleece of her pubic hair tickled his nose as hi lips burrowed down into her cunt hair. His tongue cruised first over her sticky inner thighs, tantalizing his tastebuds with a sampling of her juices, then he was nibbling at the quaking folds of her cunt lips.

Ellie writhed in delirious abandon as his mouth caressed the outer edges of her cunt. She moaned in anticipation of the wanton tongue that would soon enter her seething, sopping sheath.

Barry moved his body around on top of her until he was in a crouched position at a forty-five degree angle to her. With his hands he spread her legs further apart, leaving her entire cunt helplessly and deliciously vulnerable to his avid mouth.

Ellie cried out against the electric sensation that shot through her veins as his lips fused around her pulsing love-groove and his tongue snaked inside her sopping sheath. Expertly, knowingly, the wet muscle delved and stroked in and out around her hole, striking with a teasing pressure every trigger-point of desire imaginable.

Now totally possessed by her passion, Ellie began rotating her hips in a fucking motion. Barry quickly adopted a corresponding tempo with his lapping tongue.

Wave after wave of crimson-tinged desire engulfed her as the hungry mouth at the center of her being now concentrated on her clitoris, causing it to rise to new heights, generating hotter and hotter jolts of ecstasy by its unceasing attack.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, he began moving us hips around toward her head. Without disengaging his hold on the girl's straining cunt hole, without even missing a tongue-stroke across her blood-engorged clitoris, he lifted his right knee and came down on the other side of her head, straddling her in a sixty-nine position.

For a full minute, Ellie was too deliriously intoxicated by his practiced attack on her slit to know what had happened. Only the hot, urgent pressure of his cock against her cheek awakened her to this new source of delight.

Without hesitation, her hands came up and caught hold of the rigid pole hanging above her and brought it down to her open mouth. So thick and unwieldy was his powerful meat that she could just barely insert the fat head of it between her lips. She began to suck avidly on the huge cock fucking her mouth.

Simultaneously, Barry's tongue lashed away at her sopping cunt-flesh with renewed vigor, striking blindly, erratically at the crimson-colored inner surfaces of her cunt and then boldly teasing her exposed clitoris.

The panting and groans of their swirling, intense pleasure filled the room. Their naked, writhing bodies were now slick and glistening with perspiration.

Faster and faster they fucked with their mouths. Ellie's overwrought senses cried out against th pleasures that were racking her body, pleasures that had now reached agonizing proportions. The insane delights created by his tongue inside her cunt had become unendurable. Consciousness threatened to leave her unless she found relief.

Orgasm became her obsession. It became the only meaningful goal in her delirium, the only release for the fierce emotions that now literally shook her body.

The cock-stick in her mouth suddenly stiffened with a ferocious intensity, almost wrenching itself loose as it gathered up a foreboding, independent strength.

At that very instant, Ellie's alarmed senses suddenly broke. A blinding, incredibly intense sensation seized her body and began shaking it in violent convulsions.

So feverishly consumed was she by the intensity of her own climax that she was only subconsciously aware of Barry's cock jerking off jet after jet of hot spunk into her sucking mouth. She swallowed the jism with the same abandon that controlled her jerking, spasming snatch, gulping with each powerful release, rhythmically, in the same unconscious manner her tightly compressed lips continued to suck harder on the spewing cock.

At last it subsided and the wild, seething tension in bath their bodies drained slowly away.

Strangely, Ellie was acutely aware of the last drop of semen that she gulped down, and of th quivering, twitching aftermath of her own climax. For a long moment they remained in th sixty-nine position, their mouths still lapping, almost involuntarily, the last dregs of each other's love juices. Then Barry slowly rolled to one side and slumped heavily onto the bed, exhausted. Ellie turned to her side with him, refusing to release her grip on his fast-wilting cock.

They lay like that for several minutes. Finally, with a great deal of effort, Barry disengaged his limp cock from her mouth, and turned around on the bed until his head was pillowed beside hers.

"Well, you're still a virgin," he said.

"I know," she replied.

"Happy about it?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I don't think so."

Ellie stayed, and she remained a virgin for another week.

Five weeks after that, they were married. It was good for Barry. It gave him some direction. He got a steady job, and even a second job.

Think went well for, a while. Then, one afternoon, he came home and found Ellie wildly making love to another woman.

"How long…?" he asked after he had kicked the other girl out and calmed down.

"Since about six months after we were mated," she replied.

He left that night and started downhill.