Phil drove by the house four times before he stopped. He would see Louise the next morning, and they would probably sleep together the next night. But for some perverse reason, he wanted her now, that very moment.
He had left Gloria with a rancid taste in his mouth and a lot of cum left in his balls. He could have picked up another woman in one of the bars, but he didn't want another woman – he wanted his wife. And when he saw Monty ride away on his bicycle and realized that Louise was alone in the house, he wanted her all the more.
He let himself in with his old key and was about to call out when he heard water running in the upstairs bathroom. Smiling, he took the stairs, quietly, two at a time.
He entered the master bedroom that he remembered so well and heard splashing sounds coming from the bath.
"Monty is that you?"
He pushed the door aside and lounged against the jamb. "Want a rubber duck to play with?"
It was a long, oval tub, and Louise filled it beautifully. The sight of her fabulous body, the lushness of its nudeness in the tub brought his dick to instant hardness. Louise had the biggest, most beautiful tits he had ever sucked. They bobbed like white watermelons above the clear water. They were topped by huge, purplish areoles and inch long nipples that stood like spears from the perfectly rounded, fleshy globes. Beneath them, a lightly curved belly flowed into a striking cunt that looked big enough for Phil to lose his whole body in.
The bush was wide, and even in the water, matted as it was, the hair curled like wire over the pulpy mass of her cuntlips. The pink ups weaved like rivers of fascinating flesh down between her full thighs.
"You look better with your clothes off," he said, still leaning against the door jamb, leering.
"Wha… what the hell do you want?"
"Talk."
"I'm busy."
"I've got a hard-on."
"GO stick it in one of your whores."
"I already did. It wasn't very good."
"We start tomorrow. Tonight, I'm busy."
"Who with?"
"Nobody," she replied. "I'm fucked out."
"You're never fucked out, Louise," he hissed.
He leaned over and plunged his arm, clear to the elbow, into the water. He twined his fingers in her wealth of pubic hair and pulled her crotch up to the edge of the tub.
Louise was shocked into silence by the pain brought on by his hand on her cunt hair.
Wrapping her big thighs around his ears, he dove his face between them into the thick, wet mat that covered her cunt. He parted his lips and, with them, started to chew on the fleshy folds that surrounded her clit.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed, floundering half in, half out of the tub. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I'm eatin' your pussy, honey. Now why don't you just settle back and enjoy it. You're gonna drown splashing around like that. My, my, you got some kinda cunt luv."
"Like hell I will, you bastard!" Louise shouted, beating the back of his head with her fists. "Get the fuck out of here!"
"No. I want some."
"Well, I don't!"
He had his arms around her hips and his hands locked across her belly, holding her in a viselike grip that mashed her big ass cheeks against the side of the tub and her wet cunt against his face. She tasted good to him, sweet as honey. And even though she was tightening her muscles and closing up her hole, he knew it was only a matter of time until the juices would start to flow.
He ground his nose and upper lip against her clitoris while he reamed her pussy with the hard length of his tongue. He would swirl the tip around and around the gooey walls and then ram it as far up her channel as it would go.
The action was doing a job on both of them. Phil's cock was up hard in his pants. The head was throbbing against his navel and hurting like hell as it tried to crawl under the tightness of his belt buckle.
He let go of her body with one arm and undid his pants. They slid easily down his legs to his ankles and he kicked them off. He was just rolling his shorts down, wrestling them around the long pole of his cock, when Louise pulled her legs up, got the balls of her feet against his shoulders, and shoved with all her might. He rocketed across the room and sprawled in a corner by the toilet.
She jumped, wringing wet, from the tub and went into the bedroom. Rather than inhibiting him, the proportions of her tall body, with its huge, bouncing tits and ass cheeks only made his cock harder and more lustful for her.
By the time he got through the door, she had donned a pair of lounging pajamas and stood in the middle of the room.
Goddamn, Phil thought, as he reached her and cupped her ass in his strong hands, she was one hell of a woman. His face, standing in front of her, was buried between the fleshy melons of her breasts. The silky material covering them had soaked up the moisture from her skin and it stuck to her tits like a second skin.
Louise gaped in amazement when she suddenly felt herself being wrestled to the bed. Phil threw her down and crawled up on top of her.
He held her face in his hands as she tried to twist away. He kissed her hard, then moved his hands down to cup her supple buttocks so sensuously covered with the thin silk.
Louise mumbled and moaned unintelligibly under the pressure of his insistent mouth. Slowly he hard her protesting grunts turn softer as he continued to tongue-fuck her mouth. His cock was still trapped in his shads, throbbing painfully. It pounded against her quivering belly. He moved down a little and found the mound of her cunt with his prick. He could hear the breath catching in her throat as he ground his straining cock against her though the silky material.
As he pulled his face away from hers and reached one hand up to capture a luscious tit, she bit his lip.
"Goddamn you," she hissed, still squirming beneath him.
"What's the difference if we fuck tomorrow night at the beach house, or tonight, right here?"
"Who says we were gonna fuck tomorrow night at all?" she spat into his face.
"I thought this was supposed to be a try at getting back together?"
"It is. But I don't know if I'm gonna give you any, until I'm sure you can handle it."
"You bitch. You pass it around to everyone else!"
"Sure I do… but not to you. That's your punishment, Phil, for making a whore out of me."
She pushed him from her and leapt from the bed. He followed her, full of anger now, and cut her off at the door.
She backed again to the center of the room and stood glaring at him.
She was as beautiful as ever, and through the silky material Phil could see all the equipment he so desired. High proud tits, pointed firm nipples, and the matted triangle of pussy hair between wide, fully flared hips formed a dancing picture of exquisite beauty, lustful beauty before his eyes.
"I love you, Louise," he growled, and pulled her back into his arms.
He kissed her and felt her warmth melt against his body as he cupped one of her tits in his hand. The nipple through the cloth tickled his palm, and he felt the excess of her huge breast squeeze out across her chest. He sucked greedily on her tongue when she rammed it into his mouth.
And then her knee came up, hard, between his legs, barely missing his balls. He pushed her away, barely missing her face with an open-handed slap.
"You bitch!"
"Get out, Phil."
"Like hell I will!"
Now he let all the lust of his emotion boil into anger. It surged like a volcano throughout his body.
Suddenly, Louise realized his intent, recognized the red flow of blood in his face and the hate stamped into his tightly clenched jaws.
"You bastard," she rasped, making a move toward him and then deciding against it.
She backed from him, slowly at first, and then faster as his pace quickened. Too late, she tried to turn from his grasping arms. With one hand he held her lightly by the throat. With the other he backhanded her across the face – first once, then twice. She wrenched from his grip, tears streaming from her eyes in pain, and ran stumbling across the room.
Quickly, he caught her. Wrapping a hand in the material above her tits, he gave one powerful pull and shredded the gown from her body.
The sight of her perfect nudity added sensual excitement to the feigned hate and anger already consuming him.
She stood moaning in pain before him. He wound his hand in her hair, jerking her head back. With his other hand, he one-by-one squeezed and pulled her arched titties as if to remove them completely from her body.
Suddenly, the groaning from Louise's throat became a sighing, a rasping desire of lust mixed with the emotion and pleasure of pain.
"Oh, yeah… yes! God, yes!" she hissed.
The body beneath his hands no longer jerked in spasms of fear. It trembled, quivering, and squirmed in rapt anticipation.
"I could kill you easily now," he said, his smile evil as he looked down on her helpless, but desirable form, naked and alluring in passion.
"But you won't," she rasped.
"No… but close, very close."
Again he pummeled her body, searching for areas still unmarked by his vicious hands. He threw her to the floor, but she raised herself to her knees and began clawing at him.
"You've got to me, dammit. Don't stop!"
Her voice was a combination of pain and hot, ecstatic stabs of delight. She caressed the hard bulge she found in the front of his shorts as he stood, motionless, before her.
Suddenly, caught up in the passion of the moment, Phil found his own belt in his hands and saw her spread herself before him on the thick rug.
The gleaming wide hips were outlined clearly against the darker rug. He held the belt by the buckle and swung it with all his strength, slashing it across her bare butt cheeks. The only sounds she made were those of pleasure, of infinite ecstasy. Again and again he struck, his arm cracking the leather against her skin. His fury mounted with each new stroke.
"Scream, damn you! Goddamn you, whore, bitch, scream… scream!" he shouted down at her, his face a mask of passion and fury.
Louise turned over on her back, arms extended from her body, her legs spread wide so that he could clearly see the perfect pink line running downward between her hairy cuntlips.
"Make me scream, stud! Make me scream!" she rasped, a smile of masochistic lust on her red lips.
She closed her eyes and waited, muscles tensing under her skin, for the leather's sting.
Phil stood staring, panting, down at her body, alternately white and gold where the sun had tanned it, and all over a red swell where his hands and the belt had done their work. The tips of her tits pointed up at an angle away from each other. They heaved and arched as she breathed. Heavy thighs and legs molded into full, quivering hips and a flat belly.
"Do it, dammit! Hurry! Do IT!" she shouted, her eyes flaming, alight with the same ardor and passion she saw in his.
The belt whistled as it flew through the air to smack across her tits and nipples. Then she screamed, loud and long rending the air with the passion of pain.
Again and again Phil hit her, until her screaming voice came back into his drugged brain.
"Fuck me, fuck me, dammit! Hurry, Phil, stick your cock in me before I go crazy!"
"Oh baby, I want it too!" Phil cried, raising up and gazing down at her writhing, lusting body.
"Then do it!"
"You need some punishment, you bitch cunt!"
"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!"
She closed her eyes, knowing what he was seeing and knowing that it would inflame him even more. She knew how she looked with the huge dark-ringed nipples on her tits, the flat heaving stomach with its dark curling vee of pubic hair. The curvaceous, wide hips and thighs now held far apart.
She squeezed her knees around him and locked her ankles as she felt him lower his hard cock and push against the top of her cunt. His prick slid between her legs. She could feel the ridge of the crown nestling between her ass cheeks and the hard barrel nudging the soft lips around her clitoris.
It felt so good that she couldn't help but moan aloud and squeeze her thighs together around his cock-shaft. He started an up-and-down motion that was bound to drive her crazy.
"Do it," she sighed, as he continued to fuck the soft flesh between her thighs. She bent her knees just a little and braced her feet. She practically lifted him in the air with her womanly thighs as she helped him fuck the warmth of her cuntal slit and the crack of her ass without actually getting his cock inside her.
"Oh, God!" Phil panted. "That feels so Goddamn good!"
He was driving Louise crazy. The pressure of his cock on her clitoris was soaking the rug beneath them and the crack between her ass cheeks where the juices ran down in streams.
Suddenly she was coming. She could feel the pressure building like the water behind a dam on the inside of her hot cunt. She wanted his cock inside her and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Oh, God… fuck me, Phil! Stick your cock up me and fuck the hell out of me!"
Her legs scissored open and her hips came upward to meet him. She could see his nostrils flare and his eyes grow wide. He smelled the strong musk rising in waves from her pussy. Louise could smell it too as it mingled with the strong odor of his glistening cock.
Hurriedly, Phil's arms swept back, catching her behind the knees. He rocked her forward, her ass rising to meet his down-coming cock. He felt the soft curling hair of her cunt first. Then the warmth of her cuntlips, wetting his cockhead, and then caressing his shaft. And then he was inside her, clear to his balls. Her damp heat flooded his body. It drove his blood to pound with desire as his hips went down, burying his cock deep in her throbbing hole.
Up and down went his hips as his cock filled and retreated from her tight pussy. She could feel his huge cockhead at the very entrance to her cunt. It hesitated and then plunged in again. Her pubic hair blended with his forming a soft mat between them. With each stroke came more cock and more power into her cunt as she felt, again and again, his balls bounce delightfully against the puckered hole of her anus.
"Oh, drive those hips, honey," Phil sighed, loving the way she was grinding her pubic bone into his.
"Fuck me, Phil! Pound my cunt with your cock!"
"I'll give it to you, honey, don't you worry!"
His grasping hands left her knees. They slid down inside her thighs. They became anchored on her spreading ass cheeks, his fingers playing, kneading.
Louise twisted under him, squealing and lunging. Her clitoris was heated by his cock until she was sure that it would explode. She felt her hot cunt juice saturate his prick as his cock made sucking sauna going in and out of her pussy.
He reached behind her and carefully slid one of his fingers into her asshole as he felt her come. It added total joy to the thrill already coursing through her pussy. When her hips came down again, his whole finger entered her rear channel. Her hips rose. Her asshole contracted around his finger. Her hips came back down and she was grabbing cock and finger from both ends at the same time.
"Oh, Phil lover, darling, that feels good as shit in my ass!"
His fingers held her ass tightly, pulling her to him. He felt his balls tingle. It was a sure sign that he was ready to come. He lunged against her with all his strength. She took the full size and heat of his cock and, with her clutching cunt, begged him for more.
A whining, loving sound escaped her lips as she felt the first wave of his hot cum shoot against the far reaches of her pussy.
Phil screamed as the vibration of his rocketing cum trembled through his body from head to toe. Again and again his meat spurted male jism into her hot hole.
Her ass made short, jerky motions and her cunt muscles contracted like a vise, milking every last drop of cum from his aching balls.
Phil raised up above her on outstretched arms. "Now that was the kind of fuck I remember you for."
Louise opened her eyes and looked up into his grinning, almost leering, face. There was something in his look that disgusted her. It made her feel that he had somehow won again.
"Get out of here, you bastard."
"Sure," he said, crawling to his feet. "I'll pick you up at eight in the morning. Keep your pussy warm!"
"You prick."