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Rachel Martin dropped the damp towel and stared at her image in the full-length mirror. The cold shower had not done the job this time. The heat was still there, pulsating in the swollen bud of her clit. The hooded hot spot was sending out urgent signals of frustrated desire from the glistening bush of her cunt hair. Lustful sensations surged up through her smooth, flat belly to her large, firm tits, sparking her pink nipples to throbbing stiffness.

Even as she fought the lewd urge, she watched through half-closed eyes as her ringers drifted across the white roundness of her thighs. The crimson claws of her nails skittered through the soft, brown curls of her pussy fur while anger mingled with her irresistibly rising lust.

There was no good reason for her young, lush body being denied the attention it needed, that it craved.

If Bob gave her a fraction of the time he was spending on his trucking business, she would not be forced into finding her own relief. Her fingers would not be sliding through the moist slit of her cunt, seeking the aching stalk of her clit.

A low moan escaped her tightly compressed lips as her Fingertips collided with the hot, slick nubbin. Her fingers moved, rolling the hard protrusion around and around. Warm waves of pleasure fanned out in her body, washing down into her thighs, rolling up through her hard belly. The sensations were drowning her anger, but not her resentment. It wasn't right. She shouldn't have to do this.

Rachel closed her eyes as her fingers strummed even faster. She was curiously aware of her long brown hair brushing from side to side against her back. The waves of pleasure were getting hotter, the space between them getting shorter. Her legs suddenly felt weak. She fell back on the bed she shared with her husband, who was seldom home.

Her knees moved apart as the finger on her swollen, hot clit flew in shorter, faster strokes, making her arm ache with the effort. The waves were blazing now, flooding through her continuously. Her tits were bobbing frenziedly, her rock-hard nipples dancing, She could feel pinpoints of moisture popping out all across her feverish forehead. She was getting close, but she wanted more.

She drove two fingers of her free hand into the sweltering sheath of her pussy, longing desperately for Bob's hard, thrusting cock. Her fingers rammed in and out savagely, a fierce counterpoint to the rhythmic battering of her clit.

Rachel dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips, seeking to dig her plunging fingers even deeper into her trembling fuck hole. She could feel the cunt juices flowing, wetting her hand, producing a slapping sound that assaulted her ears.

Her head rolled from side to side, her breathing becoming ragged as her fingers drove her closer and closer to the climax that she had to have.

It happened without warning. Her cunt flesh seemed to coil around her jabbing fingers, her painfully aching clit ballooning to monstrous size. A searing flash of heat blew out of the depths of her pussy and soared through her heaving, sweat-filmed body. Rachel groaned amid the silence of the room and doubled over onto her side, shuddering as the heat ripped through her cunt again and again.

A few minutes later, she pushed herself into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. As good as it had felt, her fingers had not been enough. The need was still there, a molten glow of desire smoldering at her core.

"Not right," she sighed.

Bob was totally immersed in his work, pushing, always pushing. He was succeeding. He had started with one truck and now had six on the road, including the Gone Goose, which he still drove. They had a beautiful house, but she might as well be a widow, as little time as he spent there.

Rachel's anger rose once more as she got to her feet and headed for the bathroom. Bob was diverting his sex drive into his work. When he was home, his mind was on something other than his horny young wife. His lackluster performance in bed was proof of that.

She stepped into the shower and turned the water on full force, not seeking relief this time, only freshness. She was through begging him to stay home more. She was tired of sitting around and just waiting, tired of being bored and neglected. She had to get out where some full-blooded life was going on, before she became a zombie.

Thirty minutes later, Rachel was in the Mustang, easing down Elm, heading for the freeway.

The flickering sign outside the motel lounge had appealed to her sense of humor: HOT BOX-HOT BOX-HOT BOX. It had winked off and on, glaring yellow letters in a red square.

Rachel had a hot box, and it was even hotter right now. She could feel the damp heat between her tightly clenched thighs, only inches away from where the man's long, thick fingers rested on the thin material of her sun dress.

Steve Roth was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome. Such a total opposite to Bob's red hair and freckles. Rachel had danced with three men, and had turned down even more, before she had found herself in the controlled strength of Steve's arms. She had not protested when he had brought his drink to her table. He was safe enough. An out-of-towner in L.A. for only two days. And he had such a smooth line. So smooth. So seductively smooth.

"I wish you could stop," he said close to her ear.

"Stop what?" Rachel asked.

"Stop looking so lovely. It's doing things to me."

She felt her smile widen. "Such as?"

"You'd find out, if you put your hand in the right place," he said, leering with exaggerated intensity.

She laughed aloud, the alcohol-induced buzz in her ears'a strange, new sensation. If only he knew what his hand was doing to her! But she had no intention of letting him find out. Getting fucked had not been her goal when she had left home. Or was it?

"You men! Nothing but sex on your minds," she said.

"Damned difficult to think about anything else around a woman as beautiful as you," he replied, his brown eyes peering into her blue eyes.

"Now don't get serious on me, Steve. We've been having fun, but ..."

"You don't fool around."

"Right."

The hand slid gently from her thigh. Instantly, she wished for its exciting pressure. The heat of a strange, hot male.

"Well, at least let me invite you to my room for a nightcap before you head back to your little bungalow. This bar booze is hardly fit to drink."

"I don't know about that."

He looked crestfallen. "What harm can there be in a quick drink of some good stuff? I promise not to throw you down and rape you . . . unless you beg me."

"Promise?" she said, unwilling to deprive herself of his pleasant company.

"On my mother's grave!"

"That's good enough for me. Let's go," she said.

Steve slid out of the booth, his broad smile showing the white teeth that had impressetl her at first glance.

Rachel stepped into the dark room, Steve entering behind her. She paused, waiting for him to hit the light switch. A huge bed was visible in the dull glow that filtered through the thick draperies from the lights out on the balcony.

He grasped her hips with his big hands and spun her around. Then she was flattened against his taller body by the same large hands cupping the soft moons of her ass. The huge bulge of his hard-on pressed into her belly as his open mouth found hers, his tongue thrusting between her full lips.

She should have known, had known, but she was kissing him back, rolling her tongue around his, sucking as his tongue moved in and out. The need that she had failed to satisfy at home was still there, just below the surface, demanding what she knew this man was eager to give her. It would be so easy to do.

But she had not taken her marriage vows lightly. She was married, and that was that. Even as her lust boiled through her veins and her dripping cunt cried out for a stiff, stabbing prick, her hands were pushing at Steve's chest.

Finally, she managed to break the lewdly exciting suction of his mouth but could not pull her hips away from his. His long fingers were pressed deep into the cheeks of her ass, imprisoning her belly against his throbbing, hot cock.

"What about that drink?" she whispered.

"Drink? Play time is over, baby," he said, his voice husky with passion. "We both know why you're here."

His right hand slid up around her ribs and captured the heavy globe of her left tit, his palm flattening the stiff nipple, warming her tit through the dress and the thin bra.

"Why?" she gasped as the erotic thrills tingled through her.

"You're here because you want my cock in your cunt just as much as I want to put it there!"

Steve's mouth closed over hers again, shutting off her delaying tactic. His tongue probed into her mouth, reaching, exploring-exciting her. The palm of his hand was rotating over her hard-nippled tit, igniting sparks of sensation along her nervous system. The huge projection of his hard-on dented deeply into her belly. Her hips were swiveling, grinding her lower body against his with abandon.

He was right. There was no use in denying it. She did want his cock, wanted it terribly. If she couldn't get fucked at home, then she would get fucked wherever she could.

Rachel pulled her head back, slipping her lips from his extended tongue.

"I'm begging for it," she said softly.

"And you'll get it!" Steve growled.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, shocking her by planting his open mouth against the hot mound of her flowing pussy. The unexpected oral contact was something entirely new for her. The few boys she had fooled around with in high school hadn't had that much experience, and licking cunt was unthinkable for her straight-laced husband.

She could feel Steve's teeth clamping against the swollen flesh of her cunt through the two thin layers of fabric. He inhaled mightily and it felt like a giant vacuum, sucking all of the heat and moisture from between her thighs.

"Oh, dammmmn!" Rachel moaned, grabbing his head with both hands as an incredibly hot flash raced up her rigid spine.

Steve's hands left her quivering ass and dropped to the hem of her dress. He quickly lifted it to her waist and instantly regained his grip on her fluttering cuntlips with his mouth. He sucked again, and she felt her cunt juice being pulled right through the sheer nylon of her panties.

Rachel tangled her fingers in his black hair, pulling his wonderfully thrilling mouth even tighter against her streaming pussy.

"God, Steve, that's fantastic! Never had it this way before!" she gasped.

Then he withdrew his mouth, leaving her cunt feeling cool and hot at the same time. He rose in front of her, pulling her dress up as he stood.

"That's just for starters, baby," he said as he tugged the dress up her raised arms. "I'm gonna munch on your luscious little cunt until you can't stand it any longer!"

His promise of even more new thrills sent goose bumps of anticipation rippling over her exposed flesh. For all the length and thickness of his fingers, they moved with an amazingly light touch as they quickly unsnapped her bra and pulled the straps down over her trembling shoulders. She shrugged and the thin material fluttered to the floor, leaving her clad only in her wet-crotched panties.

"God, what gorgeous tits!" Steve murmured as he bent his head down.

Rachel couldn't help but moan as his hot, wet lips closed over the stiff nipple of her left tit, his ii tongue dancing around the pebbled flesh that encircled the nipple. She couldn't remember when she had last felt so highly aroused. Not since her first adolescent expeditions into the forbidden territory of sex.

Her fingers found his head and weaved through his thick, black hair as he sucked gently at her hot nipple. His lips and tongue tugged rhythmically on the turgid swelling, stoking the rising heat of her lust.

He moved his mouth to her right nipple, leaving the left one more achingly stiff than he had found it. His big thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and began pushing them down over her rotating hips.

"Yes, oh, yes!" Rachel whispered as she opened her thighs. Her panties fell to the floor, leaving her naked, while her newly found lover was still fully clothed. She could feel the heat bubbling out of her aroused pussy.

She stepped backward as Steve's hands pushed on the smooth roundness of her hips. She was headed for the bed, and she was eager to reach it and find out what he planned to do next.

Rachel felt no guilt, only the uncontrollable desire to be rid of the pent-up frustration that had tortured her for so long. She would worry about the consequences some other time. All that mattered now was putting out the fire that raged in her cock-starved cunt.

Her legs struck the edge of the bed, and Steve's lips slipped from her rock-hard nipple as she fell onto her back.

"Now I'm gonna dive into that sweet-tasting little cunt muff of yours!" Steve rasped. "You're gonna find out what cunt-suckin's all about!"

His obscene words excited Rachel. She was completely helpless as he got to his knees and spread her legs apart with a firm but gentle grip.

She heard his sharp inhalation when her thighs were as far apart as he could push them. Rachel realized that she was completely open to his stare, from the top of her curly-haired pussy to her taut little asshole. She had never been so exposed to a man in her entire life.

The first touch of his lips against the swollen, hair-fringed slit of her pussy hit Rachel like an electric shock. Her hips jerked as he kissed her hot cunt mound, licking at her aroused pussy flesh with the tip of his tongue.

"Damn!" she blurted, he? pelvis twisting as his mouth moved down one side of her steaming cunt. "That feels . . . incredible! So different! So nice!"

The thrills surged through her rolling, open crotch, one after another, as Steve's mouth reached the bottom of her cuntal gash and started up the other side. His flicking tongue increased the intensity of each tingle that shot up through her tense, quivering body.

Steve's teasing tongue swept across the pad of flesh at the top of her pussy mound, stiffened and probed inward.

"Oh, shit!" Rachel gasped, almost doubling up to a sitting position as his tongue found the hot, slick stub of her pulsating clit. It slid around and around the stiff nub. Having her clit tongued was the most erotically stimulating thing she had ever felt. She wanted it to go on forever.

Steve's exploring tongue searched every millimeter of folded flesh around her hot clit, moving over the quivering projection again and again. His long fingers caressed her inner thighs with a feathery touch, moving up to the edge of her lushly shrouded cunt and then halfway down to her splayed knees.

She groped blindly until she found his head and pulled it even tighter against her gaping pussy.

"You're on it, baby!" she moaned. "Right on my clit! Feels so good! So fucking good!"

The impudent tongue of the man Rachel had known little more than two hours zeroed in on her wildly pulsating clit. It beat a steady rhythm, flipping the hypersensitive nubbin back and forth. His pace felt much like her own when she used her fingers, but it felt so much better. It was going to be a grand orgasm.

Steve's fingertips spread out along the damp-haired groove of her pussy and peeled the swollen cuntlips apart, opening her cunt into a wide, hot gap. His tongue deserted her throbbing clit, flattened and swiped down through her steamy pussy gash.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!" Rachel groaned as his tongue jabbed into her quivering fuck hole. The wickedly delicious thrill was almost more than she could tolerate.

Steve extended his tongue more, pushing it deeper and deeper into her foaming cunt tunnel, pushing his face into her hot pussy gash. She felt his cheeks settle against the slick inner flesh of her cuntal lips, felt his nose burrow into the top of her ravaged pussy. His tongue moved in and out, fucking her as it waggled from side to side, probing against the convulsing walls of her cunt.

Rachel moaned deep in her parched throat as her hips bucked up, humping her quaking cunt against the man's deeply thrusting tongue. Her legs dangled limply over his shoulders, jerking as she sought to fuck his face as fast as his tongue was fucking her. His tongue was stabbing in and out, hard and straight, fucking her like a small prick. A marvelous, magical little prick.

His tongue suddenly slid out of her quaking fuck tube and slithered upward through her flowing cunt juice. He tongued her turgid clit.

"Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" Rachel grunted, the noise fading into harsh rasps as Steve's tongue battered her jerking clit up and down, whipping the throbbing stalk without mercy. His long fingers slipped under her pistoning ass, cradling her frantically flexing ass cheeks. Her thighs locked around his head. It was so close. It was there.

"Arghhhhhh!" she groaned loudly as her hands and legs held her lover's face against her convulsing, climaxing pussy while the rest of her feverish body flopped up and down on the resilient mattress like a fish out of water. "Coming . . . big . . . coming! Ohhhh! Fuck it! Eat me! Oh, damnum!"

The climax in her pussy erupted again and again, racking her shuddering, helpless body with molten pleasure. It spilled down through her spasming fuck sheath, a shower of hot pussy juice against Steve's face.

Rachel was soaring through the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Even as the intensity of it began to slacken, each shiver that swept through her was as exciting as the one that had preceded it.

"God, lover, that was outta this world!" she sighed as the velvet afterglow began to overtake her, molding her sweat-filmed body into rubbery limpness. Her thighs fell away from Steve's head and slipped from his shoulders. "I've never felt anything like that before. Nothing even close!"

The man's face rose from the swampy heat of her pussy. Rachel's lust-glazed eyes widened as he stood up between her widely sprawled thighs. While he had been so greedily devouring her cunt, he had managed to get all his clothes off. The broad, bulging muscles of his chest were matted with a thick haze of black hair. A narrow band of black curled down from his breastbone, bisected his taut belly and expanded to become a curly dark forest that circled his stiff, jerking prick and framed the heavy-looking pouch of his balls.

Rachel's eyes fastened on his bobbing hard-on. It leaned out from his belly, long and thick, longer than any cock she had ever seen or felt. The pulsating veins were visible, even in the dim light. They traced a crazy pattern along the broad column that was topped by a huge, heart-shaped knob of flesh. The slit at the quivering tip of his cockhead glistened with pre-cum. His prick was magnificent. And he was going to put it inside her pussy. He was moving toward the bed, between her thighs. Her mouth was suddenly bone dry again.

"You've been sucked," Steve said, his voice tow and husky as he reached down for her legs. "Now you get fucked!"

"Yes, oh yes!" Rachel whispered as he hooked her ankles over his shoulders and stepped closer. The jutting pole of his cock moved between the vertical white columns of her thighs, jerking lightly above the open, heated cave of her cunt.

She watched Steve grip his raging hard-on with one hand and bend it down toward her wet, cock-hungry pussy. She watched his broad cockhead dig into the slippery trench of her eager cunt gash.

"Oh! Oh! Damn!" she croaked as the big prick-head slipped up and down between the hugely swollen flaps of her cunt, prodding at her over-worked clit, teasing her spasming fuck hole. Up and down through the streaming cunt oil.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Don't tease! Fuck me! Gimme that big prick!" Her hips jerked, her willing pussy trying to grasp his sliding cockhead.

"I will!" Steve said, his voice tense with his own pent-up lust.

The flaring cock-knob moved down and nudged into the mouth of her cuntal channel. It moved inside, forcing her rippling fuck sheath to expand, opening the way for the thick cockshaft that followed.

"More! More!" Rachel moaned, her ass lifting off the bed, her boiling pussy trying to suck his huge cock inside her even faster.

She was oblivious to any other sensation. All of her senses were turned inward and downward. She was living totally within the furnace of her cunt that was being invaded by the biggest, grandest cock she had ever known.

"Deeper!" she cried. "Ram that monster cock all the way up my hot pussy!"

She could feel the momentary strain and then the marvelous, erotic stretching as his massive prick bored deeper and deeper into her flowing pussy.

"There, by damn, you tight little cunt!" Steve grunted.

Rachel felt his big, hairy balls pressing against her puckered asshole. She had all of that long cock buried in her cunt. She was stuffed full of throbbing, hard prick.

"Big!" she moaned. "Feels so big inside me! So fucking big and hard!"

The massive cock began to move in and out in long hard fuck-thrusts, bulldozing into her foun-taining pussy and slithering out. The flowing juices of her pussy did little to diminish the erotic thrills of his immense cock filling and emptying her clasping cunt, filling and emptying her pussy over and over.

Steve's big hands covered the wobbling mountains of her tits, his long fingers digging deeply into their soft flesh as he moved even faster, pumping his iron-hard cockshaft in and out of the rippling sheath of her pussy with even more force. She could hear the muted thumping of his balls banging against her upturned ass. She locked her ankles around the small of his humping back, seeking to pull his wonderfully thrusting prick even deeper into her madly quivering fuck hole.

"Good pussy! Good fuckin'! Good pussy! Good fuckin'!" Steve grunted in time with his surging fuck-strokes.

Rachel's head rolled from side to side. The massive cock ripping in and out of her pussy was propelling her to heights of erotic pleasure that she hadn't imagined even existed.

"Now!" she groaned. "Now, you fucking bastard! Gonna come now! Fuck! Fuck! Come . . . with . . . me! Come . . . nowwwwwwwww! Aghhhhhhhhhh!"

A bone-rattling shudder swept through her as her orgasm erupted from the very depths of her ravaged fuck pit. Imprisoned by his squeezing hands on her tits and his madly thrusting cock, she could not move to relieve the force. She could only tremble violently under him as convulsing pleasure racked her cunt.

"Yesss!" Steve hissed, his fuck-thrusts becoming shorter and unbelievably faster. "Comin' . . . with ... you! Blowin' ... my wad! Goddaam!"

"Oh! Oh! Fuck, yes!" Rachel moaned breathlessly as the heavy spurts of cum blasted into her quaking cunt again and again. "I feel it! Shooting into me! Filling my pussy! Hot! Wet! So fucking good!"

She humped her hips frantically, corkscrewing her flooding cunt around his jerking, throbbing prick, trying to milk every last drop from the massive cockhead. She ignored the beads of sweat that trickled into her tightly closed eyes and the aching pain in her lungs. All that mattered was the spasming cock in her convulsing pussy.

Steve's thrusting slowed. The hot splashing faded to dying jets. Rachel collapsed into a limp mass of quivering, satiated flesh. She allowed herself to be overcome by the rapturous glow that flowed up from her satisfied cunt.