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access, until she was on the verge of an orgasm.
    Charles wanted more.   Her taste intoxicated him and he wanted to
eat her as long as his mouth could chew.   But he knew his wife.   If she came
now, it would be nice and she would enjoy it.   But nothing like the orgasms she displayed whenever his cock took her
over.
    “Turn over,” he said when he stopped
giving her head, and she quickly turned onto her stomach.   He leaned down, kissed her cheeks, licked
her, and then put it in her.   From the
back.   He pushed in and almost out, going
further in with every push-in, until he was in his rhythm.
    And he found his stroke as he kept
hitting her special spot.   He laid down
on top of her bare ass, squeezed her tight beneath him, and fucked her like
she’d never been fucked before.   That was
the way Charles always made her feel.   As
if this was their very first time.   As if
he was so in awe of her super-wet pussy that he was determined to dry it
out.   Only to wet it even more.   Only to fuck her so hard that the sound of
his pre-cum and her vaginal juices mixed together and created a harmony.   They were in sync.   And both of them were on the verge.
    They rarely came together, but they
came together this time.   Charles was
just feeling the squeeze against his rod, and Jenay was just feeling the
pulsations within her folds, when they went over.   He continued to fuck her, without letting up,
as their harmony created rolls of white cream that saturated his penis, and her
vagina, until there was nowhere for it to go but out.   An overflow of cream slid down Jenay’s
thighs, as Charles still continued to fuck her.   He was pounding, not only her pussy, but her ass too, as they fucked.
    Jenay was holding onto the headboard,
her upper body lifted slightly, as Charles put on her the kind of sex her
fondest dreams were made of.   She came
again.   And again.   Until he was out of gas.   Until he couldn’t make another move.   Until there were no more strokes left in
him.   He collapsed on top of her, their
bodies filled with sweat and drain, and she collapsed too.
    After several moments of heavy
breathing and relaxation, Jenay was the first to speak.   “And you had the nerve to say I stress you
out,” she said, in a voice barely discernible.    She was still out of breath.
    “Your pussy notwithstanding,” Charles
said, virtually out of breath too, “you do.”
      Jenay smiled.
    “But it was great, my darling,”
Charles said, kissing her sweaty back.
    “Yeah, it was,” Jenay agreed.   “But I’ll pay the price.   I’m going to be a sore motherfucker in the
morning.”
    Charles laughed.   “But don’t you worry,” he said, holding her
even tighter.   “I’ll be thinking about
you, and how you gave it to me in that magical way once again, every step of the
way.”
    Jenay snorted.   “I’ll be sore, but you’ll be thinking about
me?”   She smiled.   “Some comfort you are!”

 
    She fought like hell, but it felt
like she was beating steel.   She tried to
scream, but he covered her mouth.   When
he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, it felt as if she was floating in
space.   When he threw her onto the bed,
he got on top of her and covered her mouth again.   The feeling of his weight on her small body
took her breath away.
    “Scream, bitch,” he said to her,
again with clenched teeth, “and I’ll kill you.”
    The murderous look in his small, blue
eyes made her know this was nothing new to him.   And the way he was doing her, the way he was stripping off her blouse
and tearing off her bra, was just like the way that thirteen year old said he
did her.   The girl said, when he
threatened her and ripped off her shirt, that she knew she had to give him what
he wanted or he would kill her.   And as
he sucked Carly’s bare breasts, she, too, felt like giving up.   She felt like giving him what he wanted
too.   He was too big.   She couldn’t even breathe