Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (7 page)

He lifted her buttocks up higher to him, pulled her thighs further apart, pressed his two thumbs against the fat folds of her labia and pulled them apart. He put his mouth to her flesh and began lapping up her juices, his tongue flickering between her reddish vulvas.

Anna Marie gave a low shriek at the touch of his male tongue, his mouth drinking her up.

His long tongue then slid between her inner protective folds to flick at her clitoris before sliding back up. She shuddered obediently for him and pushed out her pubis further to give him clearer access to her flesh, her body begging him to give it what it knows it needs, even if she didn’t.

Dallas kneed her thighs apart and hitched her buttocks up so that her pink cleft was tilted to him. He completely forgot the blue foil packet on the floor. He took his cock in his fist and guided the bulbous head between her swollen vulvas. He gave a small thrust and grunted when he came up short against her tight passage.

Anna Marie stiffened when she felt what seemed like a telephone pole being inserted into her.

“Is that…is that you?” she asked fearfully, and then she realized how idiotic the question was. But, god, he was huge, so thick and wide. There was no way she could get any of it inside her. She knew that men came in sizes, and he was size elephant. She stiffened when he tried to push further into her. “Dal…Dallas, I don’t think this is going to work…”

Dallas parted her thighs further apart, thrust his fingers between her thighs from the front side, rooted until he found her engorged clitoris and gently tugged at it. He was rewarded with a low, animal moan from her.

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Anna Marie also heard her moan, and it was a sound that she didn’t at all recognize. And she also was dimly aware that she was moving her body in a way that she didn’t recognize either, the way she was frantically wriggling her buttocks for him as heat tightened inside her again.

The surge in erotic pleasure caused more fluid to seep out of her, and combined that with her wriggling hips he managed to slip further inside her.

He pulled at her nub again, rubbing at it. This time Anna Marie squealed, a violent

shudder coursing through her whole body, leaving her shaking and writhing, and he slipped into her tight channel another inch.

Dallas continued to play with her clitoris, gently pleasuring her so that her hips danced with tortuous, aching need, and love juices made her insides slick and warm, allowing him to gradually advance further into her channel. But the more he was gloved by her snatch, the more his pleasure was sharpened, and he felt he was on both sides of a two edged sword. On the one side was the sheer pleasure of being gloved so tightly by a hot cunt. On the other, he was being squeezed so tightly by the silken sheath that it was sheer agony. He had to stop several times to shake the haze from the intense physical need that was swimming in front of his eyes, holding himself still because he was on the verge of coming.

He gave a final lunge, and at last he was completely inside Anna Marie, his entire long, fat cock completely embedded snugly in her snatch. He paused to savor the unbelievable sensation, and he thought that his mind was going to explode with the heavy, searing pleasure.

He could barely breathe because his chest was constricted from the erotic heat.

He began to move shallowly within her, slowly, even cautiously, as if to test the

resilience of her flesh. He pulled out of her less than an inch of his cock, then he pushed back in, and moved out again.

His movements caused a heavy pull and drag sensation inside her, so that Anna Marie’s vagina clenched as pleasure tightened even more in her loins. She gave a long groan of torment and shivered. When he tried to move back inside her, the tightness of her flesh blocked him. She gave a wail of distress.

“Shhhhhhh,” Dallas crooned in her ear, his fingers rubbing her clitoris.

“Ahhhhh!” She shimmied her hips, and he was able to slip back in, regaining the precious inch that he had lost.

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He continued to gently massage her button, letting it swell with blood as he moved

slowly back and forth inside her, her wriggling hips and her warm lubricant allowing him more and more free access to her depths. Eventually, the drag and pull of her vagina walls set a rhythmic pleasure in her loins, so that her flesh didn’t need any additional coaxing, and she was arching her back and moving her hips in a signal to her lover that she was ready for his full possession.

Anna Marie had no idea what was happening to her. She had never in her life felt such damning need, such demanding erotic pleasure that had its own dictate, so that matters were completely out of her hands. She never knew that she was capable of such sensuality, that she could revel and seep in rampant wantonness. She never knew that a man could suffuse a woman’s body through and through with heat and tension, the way Dallas was suffusing hers, so that he reduced her to behave in such a wanton, undignified manner. And because she was unfamiliar with this intense pleasure of the flesh, she did not know that she was not supposed to behave with such abandonment, to give anything that the man demanded of her in return for further promise of erotic surcease. With the few men she went out with, she had never acted so…lasciviously. But, then, she never had a reason to. She never had a man like Dallas.

He pulled her thighs further apart, pulled up her buttocks even higher to him and began to move in and out of her, at first carefully, testing the endurance of her tight passage, to make sure it was capable of withstanding a good fucking from a man of his size.

Anna Marie moaned again, soft and sweet at first, then, as Dallas began to move deeper and harder inside her, her moans came out long and sharp.

It felt like a horse, wild and untamed, was plowing her flesh, stretching her so that the nerves in her uterine walls were taut to the breaking point, making them so sensitive. She wanted to badly orgasm, but he was pounding harder and harder into her, making her loins tighten even more.

Dallas reached his hand around to her front and ripped open her shirt. He cupped her breasts with his hands, fondling them over the simple, utilitarian bra that still confined some of her most tantalizing curves. Dimly, through the erotic heat, he was surprised to discover the size of her breasts. Beneath her dress shirt that loosely fit her, he had not realized how large she was.

Plus, a man usually did not expect such voluptuousness on a timid mouse. Hers were oversized enough that they were too big even for his large hands.

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“Jesus, lady, you’ve got some tits,” he rasped. He was too caught up in his rampant need and pleasure to care that he was being crude.

He gripped the front of Anna Marie’s bra and ripped it apart. The generous globes spilled into his waiting hands. Just as he suspected, they filled his hands to overcapacity, and far from sagging under their weight, they were still very firm, their spherical shape still intact. He also discovered that her nipples were thick and larger than normal. As he fondled them, he felt himself losing more of his control, so that his hands were rough as they squeezed and pulled at her breasts.

Under his lewd ministrations, Anna Marie felt her nipples turn painfully to hard pebbles, making her grind her breasts harder into his palms. But as tantalizing as the feel of his hard hands pressed against her globes was, she didn’t find the assuagement that she was searching for.

She didn’t realize that what she really was needing was the feel of the hot, moist squeeze of a man’s mouth on them, to have to him take them deep in his mouth and suckle them hard.

Taking an erotically sadistic enjoyment of her torment, Dallas pressed his front side to her back so her torso hovered close to the kitchen floor. This position allowed him to fill both of his hands with her breasts while keeping her impaled on his cock. He held them so that her nipples protruded, not touching them as he pulled and squeezed the fat, globed base.

The male hands squeezing her breasts made the blood rush to her nipples even more,

adding to their torment. Anna Marie shuddered and gave a long moan, moving her hips so that she ended up pulling his immense size deeper into her. She could feel it coming, but she didn’t know what it was. She didn’t realize that it was her orgasm, but she was in a rush to meet it. She moved her hips, pumping him, murmuring her pleas to him to give her pussy what it needed.

Dallas no longer cared if the delicately built librarian could withstand a savage fucking.

He needed it as badly as she did. He grabbed her hips with both of his hands and began to thrust as deep, as long, and has hard as he could. He pumped in and out of her while she laid there, her buttocks up in the air, moaning piteously, shivering and shaking her hips at him each time he withdrew from her and then shuddering when he plunged back inside her.

Anna Marie shuddered, stretched her back like a cat at the gnawing ache in her loins, keening gutturally, an intensely sexual nature that she had never suspected lived within her completely taking over.

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The two bodies, one very large and the other small and delicate, fucked like that on the kitchen floor, wildly pumping at each other, both groaning and gasping, their lungs desperate for air, which the increased tightening of their loans was robbing more and more.

She did not know what it meant when the flesh between her thighs began to clench at

Dallas’s huge cock rhythmically. But he did. He knew exactly what was going to happen next when a woman’s snatch was clamping down hard on him, as the librarian’s was doing to him.

Both were about to fall apart. He could feel it by the way her snatch went tighter and tighter around his cock, and the way his loins tensed with excruciating heat, his cock burgeoning inside her, so that it was becoming more and more difficult to move in her depths.

He suddenly went stiff above her, threw his head back, his lips pulled back from his teeth that were gritted. He gave a howling cry as he felt his loins give, completely releasing his liquid inside the soft giving body of the librarian. Dallas ground his pelvis desperately against her buttocks as he spilled his seeds in her cavern.

Anna Marie was startled at first at his savage cry and the way his hands tightened on her hips in bruising grips. A shiver darted down her spine. Was there to be more devouring, more possession, more erotic torment to be endured? Then, suddenly, she felt his hot gush splashing her inner walls, and she wrenched her hips, instinctively avoiding being branded by her lover, her cries low and whimpering. The aching tension inside stretched one more time before completely breaking inside Anna Marie, turning the tension into liquid lava pouring over her loins, stomach, buttocks, and spine, throwing her small body into shudders, her uterine walls milking her lover greedily.

Dallas felt her frantic pulsations squeezing him, and it made his sacs tighten and his cock painfully hard, even when he was still in the throes of his first climax. He pulled her buttocks up even higher and began to pump back and forth into her again, and then ground his hips against hers as he spilled more of himself inside her.

Anna Marie gave a low hoarse cry as she felt more of him flooding into her, and

helplessly felt her loins milk him even more, driving again Dallas to pound heavily into her then hold himself impaled deeply inside her, his strong, bruising hands holding her tightly to him as he poured into her for the third time. She, in turn, felt her loins tighten again and then burst with pleasure.

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She didn’t know how long or how many times Dallas spilled inside her, or how many

times she melted with pleasure. It felt as if it wouldn’t end, and he wouldn’t stop taking her. But she wouldn’t have cared if he took her endlessly until she perished, there, in the middle of her kitchen floor.

Finally, Dallas did give her respite and stopped pumping into her, letting her and himself recover from the several orgasms.

When the last of the spasms left her body, Anna Marie lay on her kitchen floor with the side of her face against the cool tile, exhausted, unable to move, with Dallas still impaling her, leaning over the curve of her back, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasms, his arms that were supporting him above her trembling a little.

She could hear his shuddering breaths close to her ear. If Dallas had stood up, redressed himself, and walked out of her place, she would not have cared, and would have remained where she lay for centuries while drifting on the languorous wave of sexual aftermath.

At one point, Anna Marie thought they might have remained that way for what seemed

like hours. The next thing she knew, Dallas was lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen.

In the living room, a very fat orange tabby cat was on its back on the couch, cleaning itself. It stopped licking, its leg that it had been cleaning sticking up in the air, to watch his mistress being carried through the living room and down the hall by a strange man. Although it was a scene that was far removed from the determinedly placid life of his mistress, the cat could muster little interest in this sudden turn of event. It calmly went back to the cleaning.

Dallas found her bedroom and laid her on her bed. At first, Anna Marie thought he was going to take his leave then. So she gave a sigh of a thoroughly debauched, thoroughly replete love slave. She turned on her side, put a hand under her head and was ready to fall asleep.

Then she felt male hands on her clothes and a long, hard male body move over her.

Drowsily, she opened her eyes and saw that Dallas was completely naked above her. As an innocent would, she ran her eyes over him, taking her time because she did not know not to. But even in her limited experience of male bodies, she knew that here was one man who was magnificently built. She knew that because the sight of him took her breath away. His shoulders were very broad, his stomach flat and hard, his legs very long and tight. Every inch of him was muscled, his shoulders, arms, thighs roped with it, making him rock solid. The natural color of Secret Affair 47