Chapter 3B: Glenda and the Jersey Plowboy

Glenda found herself kneeling on a pillow with her back to Warren as he lazily fucked her from behind as though screwing a bitch in heat. I am in heat, she thought. I am a bitch, then unable to contain herself she shouted hoarsely, "Oh, gimme that big prick you bastard! Slam it to me!"

Warren didn't respond. His cock continued to skewer her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, slushy cunt with its size and hardness.

Their bodies glistened with mingled sweat.

Warren's hands slid past her waist and fondled her breasts. Glenda continued to moan delirious obscenities, her ass squirming against his thrusting hips as he slowly ground into her. He busied himself with her upper torso, clenching one pendulous breast, while distending the nipple of the other.

Changing his angle of penetration, Warren leaned forward and placed his lips at the nape of her neck, dallying there, licking and sucking -- leaving light, rose-hued marks in his wake.

Out... and in. Out... and in, his cock slowly picked up the pace and in the process Warren was now twisting and rolling his hips -- churning Glenda's cunt from a different direction with each thrust.

Glenda countered each thrust with a low-pitched grunt and tried to match his thrusts by slamming her buttocks into him as he entered her. Her juices ran freely down her legs, pooling into a growing spot on the pillow.

The phone rang.

"Goddamnit!" He cursed in exasperation.

"It's not you, Glenda, he said looking at her somewhat confused face as he withdrew.

He chuckled. "Coitus interuptus, the story of my life," he grinned at her as he reached to answer the phone on the fourth ring.

"Sorry my sweet pussy," he said, with regret and patting Glenda's bush.

Glenda remained in place and lowered her head in order to gaze between her legs. She was amazed at the drooling juices she saw descending from it to the floor. She half listened as Warren answered, pleased to find him polite, but brief and to the point. He'd call them (her?) back tomorrow. He was busy (with a heavy emphasis on busy) and couldn't talk.

Warren hung up and returned his attention to Glenda, his lance pointing directly at her the entire way. Glenda felt an overwhelming urge to suck him, almost cuming from the heat of the thought and softly moaned while rocking slowly on all fours, head lolling amid her arms. Warren gently grasped her ass cheeks and repositioned her for his next assault. She groaned in gratification as he reentered her and slowly moved to her deepest parts; she savored the entire trip.

He rolled his hips on the next stroke, once again changing the angle of penetration and Glenda moaned heavily. Her sexual senses were now so keen they relished the droplets of sweat falling from his face onto her back. Warren's intensity mounted. He was lifting off her making her tits shudder with each thrust. Glenda reached back to brace herself against the headboard, then started pushing back at him, establishing a pleasurable rhythm for both.

Warren reached out to cup her hanging breasts, weighing them and playfully thumbing her nipples. She wanted to scream out from the tantalizing pleasure he was causing, but could only manage a hoarse groan.

He began to grunt from his prolonged effort and pulled back, then withdrew completely. Glenda whimpered at the sudden loss, but with a quick spin of his hips Warren rolled deeply into her again. Delighted with his return, Glenda started using her vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock ever tighter. Warren, still grunting with effort, fucked her more purposefully now, grinding himself into her while Glenda writhed beneath him like a snake, all the while whispering the most obscene perversions in his ear.

Glenda's movements soon became spasmodic and she dug her nails into his ass as she tossed and turned, shivering into yet another delectable orgasm.

He waited patiently for it to subside. Then he began again, this time using slow, long drawn out stokes, impressed with the varied sounds she made as he slow fucked her.

Snorting, sniggering, cawing, mewing, along with the usual "Ooooooooh's," and "Ahhhhhhhhhh's" and "Oh, my Gods!" Then Glenda lost complete control as another of the seemingly endless climaxes ravaged her body. Glenda's sphincter relaxed and she began emitting a series of loud farts.

Her eyes were sealed shut. Humiliated, her breath rattled in her throat as she wept in a forlorn voice, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Warren ignored it. He'd been there before and knew that certain women lost total control as they came and farted just before they came extremely hard. He'd done the same on several occasions.

"It's okay baby, it's okay," he quietly reassured her, "Warren understands baby, it's okay."

Sensing the time was right, he increased his pace slightly partly to warn her he was getting ready and partly because the urge was there, calling to him. Gradually, he increased his movements, pumping faster and faster, using up the last of his energies. Each forceful stroke inward now caused Glenda to pass wind and a totally helpless, but happy Glenda began to giggle at the absurdity of it all, forming a mental picture of a bluesy type song.

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

Glenda bit her lip to stifle her giggling. And bit down even harder to suppress a shuddering cry as he moved faster still, his prick now a searing piston -- driving relentlessly -- in and out, in and out, ass swinging smoothly back and forth, his balls slapping her ass as he sought a different angle of entry each time.

Still chewing her lip, but now also squeezing a nipple, Glenda listened to the grunting sounds Warren made as he pummeled her. Her hips were jiggling and jerking, rolling and twisting -- heaving under his, as his prick having speared her, now seemed to be tossing her around like a rag doll. She peeked between her legs and saw his cock(glistening in the dim lighting, veins bulging as they rushed a transfusion of blood into his thick member as he pounded her relentlessly.

Glenda screamed loudly just as an unbearably exquisite feeling surged throughout her entire being. Her body went spastic once again. This time the convulsive movements threw her forward and flat on the floor. Warren could not defy gravity and fell on top of her even as he was cuming. His ejaculation erupted across her shoulder blades, caromed onto her neck; and finally as he strove to raise himself up -- squirted the last of his ejaculate into her hair.

Glenda rolled over on her back, placing the soles of her feet on a low table before becoming still, managing only a soft moan, but she didn't speak.

Warren, exhausted from his efforts, pushed himself up and into a crouched position along side her, grinned and asked, "Wasn't I right?"

Glenda felt herself quieting down, but still she quivered as several latent portions of her climax coursed through her. She stared without focusing at the carpet mere inches from her nose, but saw nothing but rainbow hewed colors. Finally, she closed her eyes, spread her legs wide apart, while her fingers traced a circular pattern around her clit. This time she heard Warren as he repeated his question.

"Huh?" She said in an exhausted voice. Her other hand now massaged a nipple that somehow felt sore.

"Wasn't I right?" He uttered huskily.

"'Bout what?" she asked, wiping spittle from her mouth, and allowing her finger to probe inside her only to bring on more tremors.

"About there being more room on the floor?"

A LITTLE CALIMAR

"Oh, God... Warren! I... I... jeez, you're the best, I feel... I feel... satiated. Yeah, satiated." Glenda's lips pursed and then formed a small pout. "And I hope this... doesn't offend you... but I really wanna suck your cock."

She removed her hands from her body and reached towards his cock.

"Oh, I wanna suck that big ole cock of yours sooooo baaaaaad."

Warren laughed, "I'm not sure you're satiated yet kiddo, that finger in your pussy is tellin' a different story."

Glenda responded with a sly laugh. "Well," was all she could manage in reply as Warren trailed a series of kisses up her thigh stopping short of her pussy, then pushed himself up into a kneeling position.

"You finish what you started there, I need to fortify myself first." He held his long, flaccid penis draped over his fingers, "You must be thirsty too, what can I get you before you play a tune on my baby grand here?"

She reached up and took his cock into her hand, admiring it even in its shriveled state.

"Oh, you've got a beauty mark here," she said brightly, and her finger caressed him as it made its way along his member to the spot. "I'm going to call it Beauty because of this lovely beauty-mark."

Glenda was about to take him in her mouth, but Warren gently stopped her. "Take a shower. I'll fix us some drinks and refreshments and then I'll freshen up too. We have plenty of time for that later. Give me a chance to recover a little."

Feigning a sob, Glenda released him and stood up, surprised at how shaky her legs were and gingerly made her way to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing nude in the living room with just towels around their waists. Warren had a wine spritzer in one hand while the other made its way under the towel and gently rubbed the cheeks of Glenda's ass.

Glenda hungrily munched several slices of cheddar cheese and crackers as she waited patiently for Warren to resurrect himself.

Glenda sauntered over to his CD collection and ran her fingers across them, reading the titles.

"Well, as long as we're partying, why not some Jimmy Buffett?" She laughed. Seconds later the 'Fruitcakes' CD was reverberating with 'Everybody's got a Cousin in Miami.'

Glenda turned back to Warren who was now seated on the leather couch and danced her way over to him, leaving the towel on the floor behind her, savoring with greedy anticipation his semi-erect status.

Warren licked his lips as he took in her bouncing breasts closing in on him. He reached out and took her nipples in his hands and began to tweak them.

"Ahhhhh, that's nice... lover," she murmured as her fingers returned the favor. Glenda leaned still closer to him and her open mouth fastened on Warren's, her tongue darting halfway into his mouth before circling and rolling.

He began to hum as her exploring tongue swirled over the top of his, then sensually began licking the underside of his tongue.

He pulled her onto his lap as they continued the kiss.

Finally he broke it off and gasped for air.

"One more," she murmured hungrily, and sexily returned to sucking his tongue.

She broke off the kiss, smiled happily and when Warren pulled her lengthwise along him as he lay back on the couch, she slowly slithered her way down his body. Then, changing her mind, moved back up and looked directly into his eyes.

"One more time, okay?"