BOOTY CALL...

BOOTY CALL...

THE PRESENT...

Being near Mack in a social setting even after almost four years made memories and feelings I'd tried to forget rise. Looking at Mack from across the room, I remembered everything. Muscular arms enfolding me... How his strong hands explored my body... How his cock felt sliding over my tongue and the taste of his cum... His muscular thighs thrusting between my legs... His large, thick cock filling me... Stretching me... Making me come...

Holy fuck! Even while standing next to my husband, I couldn't stop a flush from blooming on my face when Mack's eyes met mine. Mack grinned as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh?" My husband's question hadn't registered.

"I asked if you're okay. You look flustered."

"Oh... I'm okay. It's just a little warm in here. I think I'll get another drink."

My husband looked at me strangely. I was the one who was supposed to be the driver later tonight. But he didn't ask anything further, just held up his half-finished drink.

"You go ahead and drink. I'll finish this and then cut myself off. Get drunk and I'll be the designated driver," my ever-accommodating hubby said.

Less than half-an-hour into the party and I had to go to the kitchen to fix myself another drink just to get away from proximity to Mack. Just remembering how Mack had given me so much pleasure four years ago made me gulp down my new drink and make another.

Closing my eyes in an attempt to calm down was useless as scenes replayed on my eyelids. Dark nights... Early morning sunlight outlining Mack's muscular body moving on top of me... Long weekends spent in bed... Or on the couch... The floor... The shower...

FUCK! I opened my eyes and shook my head to clear my thoughts. I knew accepting the invitation to Mack and Pam's party to celebrate their engagement was a mistake. But they were old friends from childhood through high school. I hadn't been able to think of a reason not to accept that my husband wouldn't question. I shook my head again and took a long swallow of my rum'n'coke. With long gulps. I finished my drink and made another, even stronger drink, before leaving to stand beside my husband as if nearness would stop my memories. I was careful to look at anyone but Mack.

My getting drunk amused my husband and our friends because it was so out-of-character for me. I'd already had five stiff rum'n'coke drinks in a short time when I stepped into the kitchen to make another. That's when Mack appeared next to me. Hidden from everyone by our bodies, his hand ran down my back to grip and knead my ass cheeks. I tried to move away but he only smiled and used the hand on my ass to pull me close again.

"Want a tour of the house," Mack whispered in my ear.

I did want to see more of Mack's new house. It was huge. It had been built by a drug dealer who'd wanted everyone to see his wealth. Dumb-ass druggie should have kept a lower profile. He was subsequently arrested and sent away to a different kind of house for a very long time. The large, rambling house had been put up for auction after being seized by the government. Mack worked for the State Police, and he'd used his connections with the federal, state and local police. Calling in every IOU and pulling every heart string with his story of wanting the house as his wedding present for his soon-to-be bride, he'd made certain that his bid was the winning bid. He'd bought the house for pennies on the dollar.

I agreed to a tour. Yea, I was stupid.

'But it's just a tour while we catch up on our lives,' I convinced myself. 'What can happen in a house filled with guests?'

My guided tour lasted all of thirty seconds. It consisted of a trip up the back stairs to a second-floor bedroom where Mack locked the door behind us before pushing me against a wall.

"Jesus, Mack! Stop! My husband and your fiancée are downstairs," I whispered urgently while at the same time trying to keep my voice low. In truth, there were many people downstairs. Mack and Sarah were hosting tonight's party to celebrate their engagement. Eric and I along with many of our mutual friends had been invited.

"What are you doing," I gasped as I kept moving my mouth away from his questing lips. Pushing against the hard chest pinning me to the wall of the master bedroom was proving useless. If anything, my body squirming against Mack's as I struggled to escape only seemed to excite him more.

"You know what I'm doing," Mack's mouth stopped kissing and sucking on my neck though his hands didn't stop their exploration of my tits and ass as he growled into my ear. "I did it with you a thousand times while you were in college."

Of course, I knew what he was doing! I wasn't the virgin he'd dated in high school anymore. I also knew what he wanted because he was right. I'd given myself to him a thousand times in college. Yea, I knew exactly what Mack was like which made my accepting his offer of a guided tour of his home that much more stupid on my part!

"Mack stop. Please. That was three years ago. I'm married now...," I kept trying to reason with Mack only to be interrupted by the hand on my boob squeezing hard enough to make me gasp.

"Fuck that marriage shit, Jessica," Mack laughed quietly in my ear while continuing to feel me up. Strong fingers gripped my tit, pinching and twisting my nipple through my dress. "You were engaged to Eric the entire time we fucked. If you hadn't been such an uptight bitch in high school, I would have taken your cherry instead of him."

I couldn't deny anything Mack said. Remembering how close I'd come to giving in that night in his car, if he hadn't broken up with me soon after because I was an 'uptight bitch' hesitant to lose my virginity, I probably would have let him take my cherry. And I was wearing Eric's engagement ring during all those times we'd fucked. The many, many, many times we'd fucked.

I couldn't deny the number of times I'd looked without guilt at Eric's ring while another man's cock filled me with cum. I couldn't deny the many times the diamond ring that I still wore was barely inches from my eyes as I'd stroked and milked thick cum from a cock shaft into my mouth. I also couldn't deny the excitement building in my gut.

Mack hadn't been idle while I took a short ride through my memories. His much stronger legs were pushing against my knees, forcing my legs apart as his other hand moved under the skirt of my dress and up my thigh. I gasped and bit my lip to keep from crying out when his hand closed to grip my pussy. Strong fingers flexed, moving and pushing and circling the crotch of my panties over my clit and into my pussy slit.

Oh, my God... I couldn't help it. More memories flooded my brain of how Mack had dominated me in college. Just like he was dominating me now. The part of me that had enjoyed his rough sex in college began awakening... Growing stronger with every finger rub around my clit.

'Tomorrow, I can blame being drunk,' was my last thought before I began returning Mack's kisses with fervor equal to his. I stopped trying to keep my legs closed. The crotch of my panties was pushed aside to expose my already wet slit. I gasped as a thumb pressed and began circling over my clit. Taking advantage of my distraction, Mack's lips pressed against mine to push my mouth open more. A tongue slid into my mouth at the same time I felt a finger push into my oily pussy. I moaned and spread my legs further apart. Unconsciously I was flexing muscles to push into the hand gripping my pussy as a second finger filled me.

"Yea, this is her. Here she is. This is the girl I fucked four years ago," Mack whispered as his fingers continued to move deep inside me. "Damn. You're just as wet and tight as I remember."

I didn't need to be told I was wet. Everything below my navel felt as hot and gooey as melted butter.

"Tell me you want my cock," Mack commanded in a low voice. When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to meet his eyes. "Tell me you want my cock just like you did before. Tell me!"

I closed my eyes, pressed the back of my head hard against the wall and... God help me... I whimpered my complete surrender.

"I want you. I want your cock."

"You can make any excuse you want tomorrow," Mack whispered, looking me in the eyes while he pushed another finger inside me. My moan was long and drawn-out as my hips rotated on his hand. "But that! Right there! That's the real reason you accepted my offer of a tour. You're just a fucking whore at heart."

I closed my eyes and didn't answer. I didn't want to admit that Mack was right. I'd known we'd end up like this but had accepted anyway.

I felt deliciously full as three fingers probed and moved inside me. My hips started rotating in a slow, unconscious twerking motion. I was riding the hand gripping my crotch and the fingers moving inside me as if I was astride a horse. Or a Sybian... As good as everything felt I knew what I really wanted. My thighs were shaking in anticipation of Mack's large cock replacing his fingers.

Mack knew he had me literally in the palm of his hand. He also knew we didn't have much time. The danger of being discovered quickened our hands. I tore Mack's t-shirt off and tossed it to the side. In the time it took Mack to pull my loose, summer dress up and over my head, my hands had his jeans undone and pushed down to free his cock. A hand gripped me between my thighs again. Fingers pushed inside me again, finger-fucking me as deep as they could reach. I pushed underwear down and out of my way as my fingers wrapped around the large shaft I knew so well. Slow stroking his cock, I closed my eyes and moaned in anticipation.

"Fuck me... Do it... Hurry! Fuck me..." I pleaded as I eagerly tried to pull cock towards my pussy. In a span of seconds, I'd flipped from drunken victim to willing participant. I clasped the cock in my hand firmly while running the tip up-and-down my slit to wet it. Mack waited a few seconds more as I rose up on my toes to position his tip right... where... I... wanted... it. Only then did I feel his knees bend and straighten, driving his thick, hard cock up and into me.

Mack's hand closed over my mouth as I clenched my jaw, changing the shout in my throat into a strangled yawp of pain as my pussy was pulled and stretched. Even as wet as my pussy was, it wasn't enough to lubricate all of the thick shaft surging up inside me.

Mack isn't a gentle lover. He didn't stop or even slow his thrusts for me to grow used to his assault on my pussy. My strangled yelps of pain and discomfort gradually lessened as one hard thrust followed another until his shaft was lubricated with my grool. Once moving easily inside me, Mack took me harder. Strong, hard strokes that slid my back up the wall, lifting my feet partway off the floor.

I put my arms around Mack neck. Clinging to him as my legs lost the ability to support my weight. I was grunting in time to the measured thrusts between my legs. I commanded Mack to fuck me harder with urgent whispers between grunts. All the while Eric's ring on my finger was in sight. Just as it had been so many times before. Except now it wasn't alone. Beside it was my wedding ring and I didn't care.

Mack continued to fuck me standing front-to-front for only a short time before pulling out. My small cry of disappointment at being left empty was short-lived as I was turned to face the wall. Hands on my hips pulled my ass out and away from the wall. I put my hands and the side of my face against the wall to keep from tipping over. I clenched my teeth again to keep from crying out as Mack mounted me from behind. In this position Mack could fuck me faster. Cock filled my pussy as hands on my hips pulled my ass backwards to meet his frenzied thrusts.

Mack's grunts of exertion and my hushed, high-pitched drone of 'Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...' were timed to each of the rapid, powerful thrusts that pushed my face against the wall. A hand gripped my leg behind the knee. My leg was lifted up and to the side, opening my pussy to deeper penetration. I couldn't think. My knees lost most of their strength and only Mack's strong hands on my hip and leg kept me upright.

'Oh, my God. What the hell am I doing? I'm letting Mack fuck me while my husband is in the same house!'

As if he'd read my thoughts, Mack answered my thoughts with his own question.

"Admit it! You've missed this haven't you," Mack grunted in my ear. "You want what you're not getting at home."

I expected Mack to finish inside me against the wall. I was surprised when he lifted me by gripping my thigh and leg tighter. He turned and carried me a couple of steps towards the bed before he half threw, half pushed me off his cock. I gasped in shock as I bounced face first onto the mattress. I didn't have to wonder for long what my fate was to be. Fingers grasped my ankles and pulled my ass backwards to the bed's edge.

Hands on my thighs pushed my legs open wider. Standing on the floor between my legs, Mack leaned over me and ran his cock tip up-and-down my slit and ass crack. I gathered a handful of sheets to stuff in my mouth to quiet my cries as I was mounted like a bitch in heat again.

'Fuck... What the hell am I doing,' I asked myself again though I knew the answer. I was enjoying the best sex I'd had in months! I was half-on, half-off the bed in the perfect position to be fucked like a dog. Mack wasn't slow in reminding me of our previous sex in this position, either. Leaning over me, he pounded his cock into my pussy with renewed vigor.

"You love this don't you? You always loved it when we fucked you like a dog," Mack growled in my ear. "You on your hands and knees while we fucked your mouth and pussy. You loved it, didn't you?"

I didn't let go of the sheets I had clenched in my teeth to answer. Not satisfied with my silence, he intertwined the fingers of one hand in my hair and pulled my head up from the mattress.

"Answer me," Mack demanded, pulling on my hair until my scalp hurt.

"Yes! Yes, I loved it," I answered quickly.

"Loved what?"

"I loved it when you and your friends fucked me doggy," I whined through the pain of my scalp.

Mack hadn't needed to ask me anything. He knew I loved doggy position. He'd just wanted to demonstrate his mastery over me. To remind me of the times I'd pulled a train of horny guys for hours. So many hours... It had taken me almost three months to discover that Mack had been selling me like a whore to his 'friends'. I didn't care. I loved being gangbanged.

The pull of my hair on my scalp lessened but didn't disappear entirely. Mack continued using his grip on my hair to control me as a rider would control a horse with a bridle. I pushed more sheets between my teeth as my moans grew louder. The hips slamming into my ass cheeks made it impossible for me to take deep breathes. I was panting like a dog as Mack kept using me like one.

All I could do was clench my teeth to deaden my cries and moans as my hair was used to pull my head up and from side-to-side. Mack's loud grunts next to my ear. The slapping sounds as hips pounded against my ass cheeks. The wet sound of my pussy being fucked. My own whines and moans... Only the loud music of the party below us could have covered up the sound of our sex.

I lost track of time as I felt the beginning of an orgasm building. But I was to be denied. Mack took that moment to sound out a long, drawn-out moan. His hips pushed against my ass in a series of short, powerful thrusts that pushed me into the mattress and signaled his release. I felt the throbbing of his cock as he pushed hard again and again against my ass in his effort to leave his cum deep inside me.

I let go of the sheet clenched in my teeth as Mack's hips finally stilled. His cock was still inside me as he collapsed onto my back. I felt the last, weak cock contractions in my pussy as I received the last bit of Mack's cum deep in my cunt. Both of us were out of breath and too exhausted to do more than lay motionless while catching our breath. Both of us knew the longer we remained like this, the more chance of our discovery. But Mack showed no signs of pulling out.

"Damn, I'd forgotten how tight your pussy is'" Mack whispered, still out of breath. When I didn't answer, he rose off my back. Not wanting me to drip cum onto the carpet, he pulled the crotch of my panties over my slit as soon as his cock left me. I'd forgotten I was still wearing my panties. A soft, wet pussy fart sounded as cum flowed from my gape. In seconds my panties were soaked with cum as hands grasped my forearms and pulled me from the bed. Mack turned me to face him before I was pushed to my knees beside the bed.

Cock brushed against my lips. In a Pavlovian response I opened my mouth for Mack to fuck. Pussy wet cock filled my mouth, sliding over my tongue. More cock followed until the tip pressed against the back of my mouth, trying to push into my throat.

In the two years we'd dated before I left to attend university, I'd never suck Eric's cock after sex. I sucked Mack's sticky, smelly cock the first night we were together. After that night I sucked Mack's cock as well as my fiancées after sex. Tonight, cock only moved in my mouth long enough for me to clean it of most of our sex.

I stood after Mack pulled his cock from my mouth. I rubbed to spread out the spit and sex residue that had dripped from my lips over my chest and tits so it would dry quicker. I caught the dress that was tossed to me. Once I was satisfied that my chest and tits were dry, I put my dress on. Mack pulled me to him. His hand moved under my dress again. Fingers rubbed the crotch of my panties over my pussy, coating my pussy lips with thick cum. I knew subconsciously that Mack was claiming my pussy as his, the same way a dog leaving its piss on a tree marks its territory.

"Now you're definitely as wet as I remember," he joked while zipping up my dress in the back.

I didn't reply. Now that the deed was done sanity was returning in equal parts of embarrassment and shame. I wanted to put the entire episode behind me. I was turning towards the door when Mack grabbed my forearms and pushed me face first against the wall again.

"Do you remember the No-Tell Motel out on 52," Mack asked close to my ear. "The one I drove you to when we were in high school. I thought I was finally gonna get that virgin pussy of yours before you chickened out."

I nodded.

"This Saturday. 10 o'clock. Drive around to the back. My truck will be parked in front of the room I'll be in."

"Fuck that! I'm not going to meet you, Mack," I exclaimed as I tried to free myself from his grip. "Not on Saturday or any other day! This was just a one-time thing because you surprised me!"

"Bullshit!"

"No bullshit! I already feel dirty for cheating on Eric"

"Bullshit," Mack repeated. "You can lie to yourself but not to me! You knew exactly what you wanted when you accepted my offer of a tour of the house. No one fucks like you just did unless she wants it. Needs it! Look, Eric is a great guy. No argument. But he doesn't give you what I do."

"Leave Eric out of this!"

"I intend to," Mack said as he released his grip on my arms. "I'm not inviting him! Saturday... The motel out on 52. 10am and don't make me wait!"

I pulled away and this time Mack didn't stop me. I went straight to the bathroom. My makeup was beyond redemption. I washed my face clean and investigated under the sink and the medicine cabinet. Dammit! Not one tampon! Sarah must keep hers in another bathroom. I had my emergency tampons in my purse, but I'd left my purse locked up in the car. I was pulling my panties off to wash what cum I could from them and to clean my pussy when the naughty part of me reared up from its long sleep. The thought of cum wet panties sliding over pussy lips wet with another man's cum while standing next to my husband excited me. In the privacy of the bathroom, I let my naughty side win. Grinning at my reflection in the mirror, I pulled my panties back up.

I went downstairs and straight to the kitchen. I poured three fingers of rum into a glass followed by a splash of cola. I swished the mostly rum drink in my mouth to wash away any lingering cum breath I might have. Swallowing and choking at the same time, I felt the 80-proof burn all the way to my stomach. I made another drink with mostly cola this time before leaving to look for Eric. If Eric asked where I'd disappeared to, I could say I'd gone to make a drink. But I didn't have to lie.

"Hey, Babe. Having a good time," Eric asked as I moved to his side. He hadn't even noticed I'd been gone for close to half-an-hour! I tried to join in the conversation I'd interrupted but I couldn't concentrate. Too much alcohol and too much guilt.

'Too much cum in my pussy,' I thought and sipped my drink to hide the evil grin on my lips.

For two years I'd driven from university to home plenty of times after sex with Mack's cum inside me. But that was a four-hour drive. Tonight, I was standing next to my husband mere minutes after getting fucked upstairs. Damn, I was standing next to my husband with my pussy still dripping Mack's cum into my panties! I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd done and where. I couldn't stop feeling naughty and excited.

Half expecting someone to accuse me of fucking Mack, I got through the rest of our time at the party. Somehow Mack and I had had sex with no one the wiser. I didn't get stumbling drunk, but I was definitely feeling no pain the rest of the night. The relief I felt as we made our separate goodbyes was immense. Eric was congratulating Sarah on her engagement again as Mack hugged me goodbye, camouflage to disguise his whispered words near my ear.

"Remember. Saturday. The motel out on 52. 10am." Mack whispered in my ear and released me. Driving away, I felt the tension I'd been holding in relax.

Tension and regret began to be replaced by something else because Mack was undeniably right. He gave me something Eric didn't. Spontaneity...

I looked over at Eric behind the wheel and wondered how he'd react if I told him to pull over on the shoulder of the road and fuck me in the backseat. He'd laugh, call me crazy and continue to drive. But Mack? Shit, Mack would be fucking me in the backseat in less than a minute!

I hated to admit it, but Eric and his predictability just weren't exciting. Eric and I dated for two years while I attended a nearby community college. We'd been engaged for two years while I finished my education at the university. We were just entering our fourth year of marriage. Were we suffering from the Seven-Year-Itch? The time when all the excitement you once felt in anticipation of sex melted away. When you begin to look over at your spouse and shrug, 'Been there. Done that.' I'd be damned if I'd let that happen! I just needed to teach Eric how to be spontaneous!

Once home, I did everything but tear Eric's clothes off and suck his cock in the den to let him know I wanted sex. Partly because I was horny. Partly in an attempt to replace the memory of fucking Mack by fucking my husband. Partly... Because giving my husband sloppy seconds excited the naughty side of me.

But nothing happened. My husband just laughed and accused me of being drunk. He pled that it was late, and he had to wake up early for work!

"We'll have sex tomorrow night," was all I got. Crap on toast!

I said I wasn't sleepy and would watch a little TV. Eric went to bed. I was left alone on the couch. I started channel surfing but couldn't concentrate on anything except my sex with Mack tonight. I tried thinking about better times when Eric was always ready for sex.

But, like the channels I was surfing, my thoughts kept switching from Eric to Mack.

Don't get me wrong. I love Eric. But my husband doesn't have an adventurous bone in his body. Sex with Eric is always good but sex is almost always in our bed. When we have sex in other locations it's always me who has to instigate it.

I never had to instigate shit with Mack. He fucked me where he wanted, how he wanted and where he wanted. Standing, missionary, doggy... Bed, couch, chair, shower, car... Perched on a kitchen counter. Face fucked while on my knees until my mouth was flooded with cum. Bent over a table or just pushed to the floor. My jeans pulled down for a quickie 5-minute fuck before he left for work or I left for classes. Mack had the energy and stamina of a young man and a seemingly inexhaustible demand for sex. For the two years I attended university away from home, when classes were in session my pussy, mouth and ass were Mack's fuck toys. I was his booty call...

FIVE YEARS AGO...

Mack dropped out of sight after high school. Big, muscular and good enough to get a football scholarship at a college out West, he'd left to attend summer training camp almost as soon as our graduation ceremony was over. A year later I heard he'd lost his scholarship due to an injury. A year after that I'd just transferred from the community college near my home to start my junior year at the university. I'd been attending classes for a month when I was surprised to see him on campus. He was working as a university security guard while applying to the State Police.

Mack was perfect for the security job. Six-three with muscles, a drunken frat guy would have to be crazy to challenge him. While Mack walked with me to my next class, he'd invited me out to a restaurant to 'catch up on old times' and I'd agreed.

While we talked at the restaurant, I couldn't help but remember the time we'd spent dating in high school. How strong his hands had been while exploring and molding my body on those dates. How good it had felt and how wet I'd been when he'd put his hand between my legs. Mack's cock was the first I'd held in my hand. He was the first boyfriend whose cock I'd sucked. Only a couple of times and I'd finished by stroking him off. But I remembered how large he'd been in my mouth and hands.

But I'd been a virgin then uncertain how far, or who with, I wanted to go further with. I'd lost my virginity later to Eric. Up till now I'd been proud that the only man I'd had sex with was my fiancée and future husband. Up till now... Because the longer we sat and talked, the longer I gazed across the table at Mack's large, muscular body, the longer I wondered what it would have been like if I hadn't stopped what Mack very obviously wanted to do.

I caught myself comparing Mack to my fiancée. Eric is wonderful but he's barely five-nine and slender with an average sized cock. Not even close to what I'd held in my hand and sucked on that night in Mack's truck. Sex with Eric is always good, but... What did I have to compare our sex to? The longer I looked at Mack and his muscles... The more I remembered strong hands molding my tits... The more I remembered the very large cock I'd had in my mouth and hands that night in his car... The more my thoughts of, 'What if I hadn't said stop...' ran through my mind... And the more I thought, the warmer I felt between my legs.

It's not like I'm a virgin anymore. What would sex with Mack be like? Would it be as good as with Eric? Worse? Better? I was hundreds of miles away from home. Eric would never find out if... I just wonder what that big cock would feel like. It's not like Eric would ever know...

Those were the thoughts swirling, swirling, swirling through my brain when Mack drove me back and parked in the lot outside my dorm, I didn't say stop when he pulled me to him. I didn't say stop when he kissed me or when his hand began playing with my tit. I could have said stop with each button of my blouse un-done but didn't. I could have said stop when Mack's hand moved behind me to un-hook my bra. I didn't say stop while Mack sucked on my already hard nipples until they ached. And unlike when I'd been a virgin in high school, I didn't say stop tonight while Mack maneuvered my jeans and panties over the swell of my ass and past my knees.

No, I didn't say stop. Instead, I was pushing Mack's jeans down. Stroking his cock even as he let the back of my seat down until I was horizontal. Stroking his cock as we kissed. My God, his cock seemed huge in my hand! I knew it was wrong, but I just had to know! Eric would never find out and I had to know what it would feel like... Fuck! I wanted to know if that much cock would even fit inside me!

'I just want to know... Just this one time. Eric will never know. Just one time to know what it's like to be with another man. To be fucked by a large cock. I just want to know...', was what I was thinking as Mack moved on top of me.

'Just this one time. Just one time to know what it's like to be with another man. Eric doesn't need to know. Eric will never know...', I thought as I reached between us to guide the tip to my pussy.

My thoughts shut off and I cried out when Mack thrust thick cock inside me. It felt like he was trying to force his entire cock into me at once. I'd lubricated the first one or two inches, but he was still pushing hard. Stretching and pulling my now dry hole painfully. Eric had been my only sex partner. He'd always eased his smaller cock into me slower to give my pussy time to lubricate his shaft. But Mack didn't go slow. My pussy had never been used so roughly. A large hand covered my mouth to turn my cries into strangled whimpers as he continued to mount me dry. Only when he couldn't shove more cock into me did he pull back. More of my grool was pulled from deeper inside my cunt to lubricate his next powerful thrust. Thrust by thrust, inch by inch Mack forced his cock into my pussy. Each thrust making me whimper into the hand covering my mouth as I was dry fucked at the end of each thrust.

Finally, when Mack was balls deep inside me, my pussy had his thick cock lubricated enough that it was sliding between, instead of pulling on, my tight pussy walls. As the pain from being dry fucked decreased my pleasure began to increase because, Oh, my God it felt so good! My pussy was filled and stretched deliciously! I could feel Mack's cock deep inside me. Moving things inside me I hadn't known I had.

Sex with my fiancée had always been romantic and tender. My tits and pussy played with... Eric's cock slowly easing into me to cause me no discomfort. The exact opposite of what was happening in the car tonight. There was no easing into sex with Mack. Right from the beginning of our sex he used me hard and fast. His hand left my mouth as my cries changed to moans. Oh, my God! I'd never felt anything like this as one powerful thrust followed another. It was as if I could feel cock moving inside me all the way to my belly button.

The hand that had been over my mouth moved to my tit. Strong fingers squeezed and molded my much softer flesh while his large cock continued its battering assault between my legs. Moans changed to cries again as fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples. They ached even after released. I'd never been treated so roughly during sex. I wasn't prepared to have a huge cock rammed into me. I wasn't used to having my tits gripped so hard I worried about bruising. My nipples pinched and twisted until they hurt and then throbbed when released. I couldn't catch my breath with Mack's tongue in my mouth.

I could barely make a coherent sound. I could barely think a coherent thought! My pussy was gushing grool with every thrust of Mack's cock. Every thrust ended with a crash against my pussy lips that shook my body and made my clit send waves of pleasure to my brain. All I could think to do was to open my legs as wide as I could in the cramped space of the car so Mack could fuck me harder and deeper.

"Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me... Oh my God, Mack! Fuck me..." I started begging as the battering my pussy and clit was taking began pushing me towards orgasm. My hands gripped the muscular arms on each side of me. I used my grip to push me to meet Mack's thrusts. It felt so good! It was like being split in two as Mack continued thrusting his large cock into my dripping pussy. It seemed as if our sex went on-and-on as my orgasm built.

"Don't stop... Oh, God. Don't stop... I'm gonna come... Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..." I began to groan between my panting breathes. I'd only been able to achieve orgasm during oral sex or, more rarely, in the doggy position while fingering my clit. I'd never had an orgasm during missionary sex. But I'd never been fucked so hard by a large, thick cock before.

Tonight, I came. I came hard and seemingly forever in the front seat of the car. As Mack continued to pound me between my legs, I continued to orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm building and crashing through me like waves on a beach. I was still orgasming when Mack stiffened above me and came. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder to better twerk my hips to rub my pussy against the throbbing cock filling me with cum.

Mack stayed inside me afterwards. Kissing me and sucking on my tits. I felt exhausted and empty when he finally pulled out. There was white froth on his shaft. Cum and my grool mixed together. Mack moved off me to sit behind the steering wheel. He let his seat slide backwards as, without a word, he reached towards me. Strong fingers encircled the back of my neck. Pulling, he forced my head to his groin. He didn't ask. He just took it for granted that I was going to suck the sticky remains of our sex from his still hard cock.

This was something I'd never done after sex with my fiancée. I'd never let Eric come in my mouth. I'd never even kissed Eric on the mouth after he'd gone down on me because I didn't like the smell of pussy. Tonight, Mack's strong arm pulled harder. His cock left a wet stripe on my cheek when I balked at opening my mouth. But that was just delaying the inevitable and I opened my mouth. The taste of our sex and the smell of my pussy were strong in my mouth and nose as my head was pushed further down over Mack's crotch. His cock pushed into my mouth to press against the back of my mouth. Choking me as the tip tried to push into my throat.

After many minutes, Mack pulled my mouth from his cock.

"Come home with me," he asked. I nodded. During the short drive to Mack's apartment, my head was in his lap. His cock in my mouth.

'One time. Just one time,' had been forgotten and replaced. The new thought of, 'One night... Just one night... That's all... Eric will never know,' ran through my mind the entire time I was sucking cock. Doing my best to keep it hard and ready to fuck me again as soon as possible.

My clothes were tossed aside, and I was naked before I'd taken more than three or four steps into Mack's apartment. I was picked up and slung over Mack's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My squeals and laughter at being carried through the apartment naked ceased when I was tossed to bounce onto the bed. Mack didn't waste time in following and fell on me before the last bounce. No longer in a cramped truck but on a bed, I could open my legs wide in invitation. An invitation that was accepted with vigor. Thankfully my pussy was still wet and slick from our sex because Mack mounted me just as he had in his truck. Fast and hard!

Our sex was wild and energetic again. At least, it was energetic on my part until I was pounded into submission after I'd achieved another, even more powerful orgasm than the one I'd had in the car. I was limp and unresisting as Mack continued to fuck me for several long minutes. I was incapable of anything more than uttering weak mews until he finally came and moved off me.

My thighs felt weak and bruised, trembling from rough, orgasmic sex. My pussy was sore and gaped, cum dripping down my ass crack. I couldn't move, only lie on my back, gasping for air to fully fill my lungs for the first time since Mack began pounding his cock into my pussy. For the first time I understood the phrases 'dicked down,' and 'rode hard and put up wet' that boys in my high school would laugh about when they thought the girls couldn't hear. With wet cum running down my ass crack... The sheet under me damp from my sweat. I'd well and truly been dicked down, rode hard and put up wet.

Twice I'd been fucked. Twice I'd had powerful orgasms. When a muscular arm pulled me across the sheet to press me against Mack's hard body I was completely sexually satisfied. With a deep sigh, sleep came quickly. I woke up in the night needing to pee. As I exited the bathroom, out of the darkness I was grabbed from behind. Surprised, I squealed (Yes, to my later embarrassment because Mack never let me forget it, I actually squealed like a pig.) and swung an elbow backwards that had zip effect against Mack's tight abdomen.

Laughing at my reactions Mack kissed me, turned me and began mounting me from behind before I knew what was happening. I was no longer as wet as during the sex we'd had only a few hours before. But that didn't stop Mack from trying to push into me just as quickly as before. The pain of cock being thrust into me focused my attention. I tried to twist free of Mack and move away but strong hands easily controlled my much smaller body.

"Dammit, Mack! Not so fast!" My yell did even less to slow the cock pushing into me than my feeble attempt to escape the hands holding me. Instead, hands moved over my chest to grasp my tits. Mack used them to pull me backwards to meet his thrusts. My tits were gripped so tightly I wondered if I'd have bruises in the morning. I was somewhere between pain and pleasure as my leg was lifted to allow better and deeper penetration. I could move only as Mack allowed. Bent over the bed to be mounted. By the time cum filled my pussy for a third time tonight, I was exhausted and sore between my thighs.

Again, Mack pulled me against his hard body and my sleep was undisturbed until morning. But I was awakened in an unusual manner. Mack was leaning over me his hard cock pressed against my mouth. The tip pushing between my lips and running across my teeth.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," he laughed when I jerked my mouth away in surprise. "We have time to shower and get something from the breakfast menu at McDonalds before I have to drop you off at your dorm so I can go to work."

We showered together and to my surprise, Mack made no attempt to fuck me in the stall or drag me back to his bed. He did laugh and joke about having to buy seat covers when he saw the large, still visible wet spot on the seat where he'd fucked me the night before.

I took another long, hot shower in my dormitory. My tits did have bruises suspiciously like one's fingers might have left. My pussy had been so sore and uncomfortable in my jeans during the drive here that I put on a skirt instead to attend classes. The first of many skirts I would wear to class! My last class ended shortly before 1pm. I went straight to my dorm room and fell asleep. Shortly after 5pm Mack called and woke me up.

"I'm hungry and not just for food. Why don't you drive over to my place. We'll do a little cooking."

It didn't take a genius to catch the double entendre. I was hungry. But remembering my orgasms from the night before, something deep in my gut moved and it wasn't just from hunger for food. I tried to remember only the incredible sex while ignoring the tenderness I still felt between my legs as I drove to Mack's apartment. Less than thirty minutes later I was naked and flat on my back with my legs spread enjoying every inch of the thick cock vigorously fucking me as I began moving closer to another orgasm.

Curiosity had led me to, 'Just one time.' 'Just one time' had become 'just one night' and soon it became 'just one week', and then 'just one month...' Curiosity hadn't just killed the cat. Curiosity had led me to becoming Mack's sex toy and booty call one fuck at a time over the next two years.

Mack's large cock and inexhaustible desire for sex never failed to excite me. When we were in his apartment I never knew when he'd lift me up to carry me to his bed or just fuck me where I was. There wasn't a chair or table or kitchen counter I wasn't fucked on or bent over to be mounted. I loved how Mack approached sex with a no-holds-barred intensity that brought me to orgasm so, so, so many times! Of course it couldn't be all sex, all the time. When my grades suffered from my nights spent being fucked to exhaustion, I'd go to the library to study. And many times, Mack would show up in his security uniform. Like a mouse compliantly following the Pied Piper, I'd willingly allow him to pull me away from my books.

The security keys he carried would open doors and I'd be used for a quickie fuck on the couch of a third-floor lounge that was kept locked at night. Or, for the added thrill of maybe being discovered, he'd fuck me on the top floor landing of a seldom used stairwell. Mack would continue his security round after our quickie while I went back to my books after cleaning his cum from my pussy. Two or three hours later, if I was still at the library, I'd hear the familiar jingle of keys behind me and I'd eagerly leave my books to follow Mack wherever he led for another quickie.

It was at the beginning of the Spring Semester of my Junior year that I had my first threesome with Mack and a friend of his. More threesomes followed at no predictable times. Sometimes with men Mack had shared me with before and sometimes with new 'friends'. It was during the last time I was with Mack before Summer Vacation began that I learned the truth that until then I'd only suspected. Mack was pimping me out to his friends for money. I was a whore and I just... didn't... care. My Senior year at university was spent equally divided between classes, fucking Mack and whoring for his friends.

As my graduation drew near, Mack was accepted into the State Police Academy. I graduated, went home and got married. My two years as a booty call whore was over. 

THE PRESENT...

But all of that and so much more was three years ago. This was now and I was married. Married, yet I was on the couch masturbating while remembering about the past. My fingers began to play over my clit with purpose as I remembered how sore I'd been between my thighs after being fucked by Mack and others during those cold, snowy college weekends when we had nothing else to do but fuck for hours... And hours...

I closed my eyes. Images and feelings of my recent sex with Mack mixed with remembered sex from years before played in my mind. I didn't stop to think before finger fucking my pussy. I brought my fingers to my nose. Cum and pussy... My fingers smelled like Mack's cum and my sex. Exactly what I'd smelled when I was sucking his cock clean after our sex... I put my fingers back and this time I didn't just go fingertip deep. I began frigging my pussy all the way to my knuckles while fantasizing about other times...

A short time later my thighs clamped hard on my hand as muscles seized up tight. I was trembling as I struggled to draw breath. I put my free hand over my mouth to deaden the sound of my orgasm as I came with a long, shrill whine.

Afterwards, once I'd recovered enough to feel able to walk, I joined my sleeping husband in our bed. Listening to Eric's breathing, I convinced myself that tonight was to be chalked up to just a really, really bad mistake on my part. Trying not to wake my husband, with a satisfied moan my hand crept under my panties to rub my sore pussy lips.

'No,' I sighed to myself. 'No, Mack is going to be alone in his motel room... Out on 52... At 10 am... Saturday...'