If she had felt guilty about seeing Don Keller before, after her first encounter with crazy Sid, Val really felt badly this time around. What made things especially difficult was that he'd seen her at Roger's house after all. After her orgy with Sid and Roger upstairs she'd dragged herself back downstairs only to find the party still going on. Don had come over to her right away, a sweet smile on his face.
"I was wondering if you'd be here. I wanted to see you," he said, frowning a little as she tried to turn away.
She felt awful that he'd seen her here, fresh from her fuck and suck session with Sid and Roger. She could still feel the slimy cum oozing from her asshole and her throat was still clogged with ropes of Sid's jism. She wondered briefly if he'd caught sight of Roger or Sid coming downstairs ahead of her. Surely he'd put two and two together.
"Are you okay? You look a bit upset," Don said. He touched her arm and tried to draw her to him.
"I'm fine. I've just had a bit too much to drink. Please leave me alone," she snapped.
Hurriedly she had pulled herself away, called a cab, and left the house before he could catch up with her again. Sid offered to drive her home but she wouldn't hear of it.
She slept badly and spent all the next day worrying about what Don thought of her. He must have shown up late at the party. Why did he have to show up at all? Had he guessed that she'd gone there with Sid? Or, worse, had he guessed that she'd had it off upstairs with both Sid and the master of the house? It was all too horrible to think of. She gave herself a headache fretting over it.
The phone rang several times, but Val didn't answer it. It was either Don, who she couldn't face right now, or Sid, whom she'd had quite enough of for one weekend. She ate a late lunch, then went out walking in a lazy drizzle that had started that morning. She tried not to think about Don, or Sid, or any of the crazy things that had happened to her in the last little while. She felt so confused!
Then, around four o'clock, she suddenly decided what to do, at least with the rest of her Sunday. She began walking swiftly, and in twenty minutes she was knocking on Don's apartment door. Her head was spinning and her heart pumping, but she had a feeling she'd soon be feeling better. She couldn't feel any worse.
He opened the door and gazed at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "Val, I thought…"
"Don, will you fuck me please?" she asked, her voice pleading. "Don't talk. Don't say anything. Just fuck me, okay?"
She marched into his apartment slammed the door shut behind her. He followed her into the living room, his mouth open. He started to say something but thought better of it. He motioned for her to sit down, ignoring what she'd said, not quite sure he'd heard right anyway. She turned around in the center of the room and stared at him.
"Don, I'm very confused right now about everything. But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want you to ask me any questions. I just want you to fuck me. I'd really feel better if you did. Okay?"
She slipped off her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. Then she hauled off her cotton top and peeled off her tight blue jeans. She was wearing no underwear, and in seconds she was standing there naked in front of him, her big tits rising and falling as she breathed deeply. There was a wild light in her lovely blue eyes.
"Anything to oblige…" Don murmured, his cock stirring in spite of the short notice. "But I don't understand."
"Don't talk, just fuck," she ordered.
And she stepped up to him and pressed her open mouth on his. Her hand snaked into his crotch and found the growing bulk of his prick. She began squeezing and massaging his shaft through his pants.
She dug her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his lips for a while, but soon she broke off their kiss and began sinking to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Squatting on her haunches, she fumbled with his belt and fly, shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His cock sprang out at her and she immediately gripped it in her fist, priming it in her fingers.
"Val…" he murmured, at a loss as to what had brought on this sudden burst of lust. Last night at Roger's party she'd been so cold, so rude.
She mumbled, stuffing his growing cock between her lips. She drove her face back and forth, sucking all his cock into her mouth at one gulp then pulling back till only the purple cockhead sat on her tongue.
She knelt on the floor now and gripped the backs of his thighs with her fingers. Her face drove in and out, absorbing his cock again and again. His prick grew more and more solid and soon it shone with a fine coating of fluid from her mouth. It stuck out from his crotch like a crowbar.
She sucked him like this for just over a minute, but then she pulled his cock from her mouth and gripped it in her fist. She stared at him with a strange and serious look in her eyes. She began to rub his cock head into her face with harsh circular movements. Around and around her fist poked the swollen cock, over her cheeks and her nose and her forehead.
"Val…" he croaked, holding her tenderly by the shoulders.
He wanted to speak to her, to tell her she didn't have to do these things for him. Butte couldn't get the words out. He was growing weak in the knees at her expert cock-sucking.
She stood up suddenly and tugging him by the cock she led him to a coffee table in the center of the room. His pants and shorts were still tangled up around his feet and he almost tumbled to the floor. She had an easy time forcing him to sit on the coffee table. Then she quickly untangled his clothes and pushed him down so that he was flat on his back. His cock stuck up solidly from his crotch.
"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad," she whispered. And gripping his prick in her hand she spread her legs and climbed over him, fucking his hard-on under her crotch.
She adjusted her body slightly, shifted from side to side, and soon she had his cockhead stuffed between the pulpy lips of her cunt. She sank down on him quickly, letting his cock bull its way into her pussy. Her hands planted themselves on his chest and she began to buck up and down, drilling herself with his stony cock. Her tits joggled up and down.
"You okay?" he managed to pant up at her. His hands settled on the smooth golden slenderness of her thighs.
"Don't talk, just fuck," she reminded him, and she bent down her head, sweeping her blonde hair across his face two or three times. She had set up an easy, steady rhythm, and was fucking up and down merrily.
It was easy for her to tell him to fuck her, but really in his present position there was little he could do. He was flat on his back on the coffee table, caught between her lovely straining thighs. She was pressing down hard on his chest with her palms and grazing him every so often with her lush tits. Her nipples were as hard as stones on his skin.
"I love to fuck, I love to fuck," she chanted. She shook her head from side to side and her blonde hair bounced. She rode him evenly, spiking herself again and again on his prick.
But all at once she stopped. He felt the pressure of her hands on his chest and she was hauling herself up off his throbbing cock. His cock slopped free of her cunt hole and she hobbled forward, her legs spread wide on either side of him. She moved up over his chest and didn't stop, till her gaping wet cunt was inches from his dazed face.
"Suck it! Eat my pussy!" she begged, and she lowered her crotch onto his gasping mouth.
The hairy slabs of her cunt lips settled against his lips and he began gnawing at all the sweet pink flesh between. He dug his tongue deep into her cunt and swirled it around. He nipped at her with his lips. She whimpered and sighed, moving her crotch in slow circular movements over his mouth. She arched her back and let her tits stretch luxuriously.
"Ohhh fuck, it feels so good! Suck my cunt! Eat my pussy!" she croaked. And she sighed deeply, almost as if she was hurting. Her eyelids were heavy with lust.
He worked at hit cunt, reaming her out good with his tongue. Then he found the button of her clit and she went wild, rolling her crotch around and round madly. She gripped his head in her hands, closed off his ears, and held him steady there against her cunt as if she couldn't bear to let him go. Deep groaning sounds rose up from her throat.
A thick oily fluid was sluicing down her cunt and coating his face. Her cunt hair was mashed against his nose and he was having a difficult time breathing. His hands reached under her, gripping her lush and perfect ass cheeks. One hand drifted into the crack of her ass and searched out the puckered ring of her asshole. He shoved his long middle finger up her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, her head rolling back, her tits stretching and straining. She wriggled her crotch on his face and didn't know which way to go. Her cunt was melting, her asshole tingling.
"Sssppplllfff!" he slobbered into her cunt, his tongue following her clit everywhere. He drilled his finger deep into her asshole, corkscrewing it about roughly.
Suddenly, with a great shuddering sigh, she turned forward and her cunt left his mouth. His finger was plucked from her asshole at the same time. He gulped in great drafts of air and took time out to recover from her wildness. When he finally turned his head to search for her, she was off to his left, draped over the couch, her ass in the air.
"Fuck me from behind! Cram your cock up inside me and fuck me till I can't walk!" she pleaded.
Val was half-kneeling on the couch, gazing at him over her shoulder. She had her ass in the air and was prying the cheeks apart with her fingers.
Still gasping, he staggered up off the coffee table and heaved himself over to her. His cock was looming out from his crotch like the branch of a tree. It hadn't lost any of its stiffness. He took it in his fist and stared down at her spread ass cheeks. Both her cunt and the ring of her asshole were gaping wide and for a moment he didn't know where to shove his blazing hard-on.
"Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Crank your cock all the way inside me!" she begged. Her voice was wild and husky.
He leaned down and slotted the head of his cock in the gaping space between her cunt lips. He pressed down, driving his prick inch after swollen inch into her sucking cunt hole. His prick was buried to the hilt almost immediately, and he began ramming in and out, feeding her lengths of cock with a steady rhythm. His balls danced up and down in their pouch.
"Yes! Slice me with that cock! Fuck me crazy!" she moaned. Her ass pumped back at him, slapped his belly again and again. Her cunt was sucking tightly at his cock, almost peeling it.
Don gazed down at the deep erotic hollow of her back. From this angle he could just see the rear swell of one of her huge tits. He looked at the ringlets of bright blonde hair dancing about between her shoulder blades, watching her head toss from side to side crazily. He heard her moan and groan and beg him to cram his cock deep. He was in heaven.
He couldn't understand what had come over her. She was like a different woman. She wasn't at all like the prim and shy new teacher he'd first asked out such a short time ago. She was a wild thing, some kind of sex maniac or nympho or something. Something had happened to her to make her let loose like this. He had no idea what it was, but he was grateful as hell.
"I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming!" she croaked. She jammed herself back against his cock like a crazy person.
"Me too! Oh fuck, me too!" he raved. His balls swung to and fro and he felt the hot sizzling cum bursting up his cock.
A thick creamy knot of cum burst high up her cunt. It flooded her insides, swirling about wildly. He pulled back, drawing strings of silver jism with him. The sticky fluid hung from his cock and smudged her cuntlips. It oozed free and dangled from her pussy in loose strings.
"I feel it! Oh fuck, I feel you shooting off up my cunt!" she wailed. She chugged herself back against his cock.
Another giant wad of slime burst free up her cunt and then another. He was lobbing slug after slug of creamy cum up her pussy and soon his cock was making wet squishing noises as it plowed through all the juicy spunk. Cum oozed from her pussy hole in great greasy blobs. It slithered down her thighs and matted her crotch hair together effortlessly.
She bucked forward wildly and this time moved so far that his cock slipped from her sucking cunt. When she shoved back his cock was caught in the crack of her ass and it tilted up till it angled high over the small of her back. Then it squirted yet again, shooting an arc of cum so far it landed in her hair and splattered all the way down the center of her back. The cum glistened on bet skin like wax.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she squealed, glancing behind her. She continued bucking against his freed cock, her ass cheeks nipping tightly at the spurting shaft.
Another jet of spunk shot from his cock, this one all the way up the right side of her back as far as her shoulder blade. It splattered loudly on her golden skin then wriggled to the left and to the right as she kept on moving. Two long white trickles moved left as far as her spine, then drooled down into the small of her back.
He grabbed his cock at last, brought it under control, and stuffed it quickly into the gaping slice of her cunt. But he had stopped coming now and he simply rammed back and forth evenly as his cock grew softer and softer. He held her by her hips and stared at the ropes of silver cum striping her golden back. Sweat dripped thickly off his chin.
And even Val at last slowed down, grew less wild in her movements. She moaned and groaned and shoved her ass back against his belly. Her tits swung back and forth beneath her. She muttered to herself every once in a while, as if commenting on her performance. For a while she didn't appear aware that Don was still in the room.
"What a fuck! What a wild, amazing fuck!" he said softly.
He fed his cock several more times into her soggy cunt then let it slip free. He fell forward on the couch, on top of her, his prick draped softly over the hump of her ass cheek.
"I love it. I love to fuck," Val murmured, almost to herself.
Her hand reached out behind her and circled his softening prick. She squeezed it tenderly and pumped it back and forth in her hand. It was slick and slimy with cum.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he told her at last. "You're the craziest lady I've ever been with."
"I can't help it. I just can't help it," she sighed.