Chapter 3

The sight of Carl Bradley standing, in her doorway looking as he did had unnerved Lily Granger somewhat; he was a hell of an attractive man and it had been some time since she had been fucked by a man of any kind...

She could feel his eyes on her, as he gazed at her breasts as if he could see through her thin blouse.

"What... what do you want, Mr. Bradley?" she demanded, a little unsteadily.

"I just came over to see how you and Eddie got along last night," Carl answered in his deep voice. He walked into the living room, pausing momentarily to shut the door and then continued to within a step or two of Lily.

"Well, Eddie isn't here," Lily answered slowly, not able to take her eyes from the muscular man's figure. "He... went out for a tour of Marin County with your... your wife, Cindy."

"Oh, I see," Carl answered with a chuckle. "Then I guess we're alone, aren't we?"

"Listen, Carl," Lily began. "I've got a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind --"

"I don't mind at all," he said. "But I would like to know what the situation is between you and Eddie before I leave. After all, your son did confide in me and that sort of makes me an accessory, doesn't it?" He laughed out of one side of his mouth in a way that reminded Lily vaguely of Bogart in those old movies with Lauren Bacall.

"The situation between my son and me is just fine. Things are being... arranged."

"Then he's going to stay here with you?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How wonderful! That calls for a celebration, wouldn't you say?" He held out his hand, in which was a neatly rolled marijuana cigarette. "It's too early in the morning for people to get stoned," said Lily, who rarely touched the semi-potent drug. "And I have a lot of work to do."

"Oh, come on now," he said. "A couple of tokes aren't going to hurt you, especially this stuff. It's only Mexican. I wish you'd accept it as a peace offering. I don't know why you dislike me so much, anyway. You don't even know me."

"Really, it -- it's too early in the morning for this sort of thing."

"That," he told her, "is plain nonsense." And before she could say anything in reply, he had lit the joint, taken a deep drag and was passing it to her.

Damn him! Lily thought, exasperated, He's so cocksure of himself... and yet, he's so damned sexually attractive, the way he looks and talks and moves. God, he's a desirable man! I don't like anything about him, and yet I can't help feeling attracted to him, pulled to him like a magnet. I wonder what he looks like naked, I wonder how his cock would feel fucking... fucking my cunt!

She felt a flush start creeping up from her breasts. Oh, what the hell, she thought, and took a deep drag of the freely offered pot.

"May I sit down next to you, Lily?" Carl breathed huskily. "You don't mind if I call you Lily, do you?"

"No, I guess not," she replied as he moved to sit beside her. And it seemed to Lily that he positioned himself uncomfortably close to her. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, exposing the smooth felsh of her thigh, and as she leaned forward she could once again feel his eyes on her full globular breasts. Carl thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples and he was hardly able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. He took another drag from the joint and passed it back to Lily. She protested that she didn't want any more, but he paid no attention to her, holding the marijuana to her lips for her to inhale. Grass was one of Carl Bradley's favorite drugs, as he felt it was one of the most potent and subtle aphrodisiacs he had ever come across. He'd been smoking it for almost a decade now and he knew the effect it would have on an uptight woman like Lily Granger. It increased his own sexual fervor too, though he could control himself if he felt like it; not that he was going to feel like it this morning. Shit, he sure wasn't.

Lily could feel initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to flow out from the overly sensitive lips of her cunt, and she felt confused at what was happening to her. It had been so long since she had been fucked by a man... it had made her life complicated and painful and she had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman. But oh God, what was this grass doing to her? She looked over at Carl Bardley and saw his cock pulsing there in his pants, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster and faster up between her thighs. God, she had to get control of her self! She wished she had never seen him, and yet she wanted him to stay now, wanted to... to spread her legs for him... damn it, she had to stop thinking like that! There was nothing to be gained with thoughts like that except frustration and raw nerves...

Yet because of the marijuana she had smoked, a warm relaxed lethargy began to flow over her. The grass was beginning to have a heightening effect on her bloodstream, while at the same time dulling her mind, so that the pounding of her heart seemed twice as loud.

Carl was staring at her now sultry-looking face, at the kind of miasma of encompassing sex she was beginning to exude, and the full rich softness of her beautifully huge tits; Christ, he'd like to tweak her nipples into rock-hard arousal, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue... but he had to move slowly, couldn't scare her away.

And he felt, his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. Cautiously, his eyes went to Lily's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants now, smiling through half-parted lips as though hypnotized by its growing hardness.

"'You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't you?"

"No, no," she protested, feeling as if her brain were reeling. Had she heard him correctly? Yes, yes, of course she had. How dare he talk to her like that. Had he taken leave of his senses? Or was it just that he was a promiscuous scoundrel, like she thought. Yet her cunt ached for him, for any cock, and she felt she desperately needed him to fuck that ache away. And his talking to her like that wasn't making it any easier to say no. For God's sake, didn't he have any morals at all. Didn't he?

The handsome man leaned close to her, and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. He touched her knee, lightly, but his fingers seemed to burn through her skin. "Well, Lily?" he demanded. "Wouldn't you like me to crawl up between your widespread legs... wouldn't you like me to fuck you? Wouldn't you really?"

"Carl... Stop it... stop it! I'm only human."

"And so am I, my love," he moaned. "I know your cunt is on fire right this instant, and you know the only thing that can extinguish that fire is a big, hard cock spewing cum all over it. I have a big hard cock loaded with cum, Lily. And I know you want it in you."

Then he reached out and brought her hand in contact with his thorbbing, pants-encascd hardness.

Lily felt as if she had no power to resist, so overwhelming was this searing contact with his heavily throbbing penis. And she began to stroke it lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes slowly, teasingly. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm now as she moved closer to him, unable to resist any longer; her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already lust-swollen prick.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he went on, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want me to fuck you, Lily, you want me to fuck you!" And it was true! Oh God, she did want him to fuck her. Oh God, how she wanted his cock fucking deep up inside her wide-split cunt walls.

Suddenly Carl's mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue flailing deep into her mouth. Lily's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked back and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing. Carl's hand came up and found her desire-swollen breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the loose blouse, exposing her naked tit with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the glans on the hard tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness.

And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent breast, his cock was jerking almost out of control. Christ, he knew she'd be a beautiful fuck, but he had no idea he'd uncovered such an amazingly hot-blooded woman.

But suddenly she pulled away from him as the full impact of what she was doing struck Lily's mind like a fist. My God! she thought wildly. Suppose Eddie came back, suppose he saw me here with Carl... No, no, I can't allow that, I have to control these crazed emotions... damn, damn, why had he come here, why had he aroused her so much, why had she had any of that goddamned grass of his...

She wrenched away violently from Carl, pulling her mouth from his, and taking her hand from his bulging cock. Her face was flushed a brilliant crimson partially form shame and partially from her intense arousal. She averted her eyes, panting raggedly.

"What's the matter, baby?" Carl breathed heavily beside her. And then: "Are you worrying about your son? Is that it? Well, you needn't. If he's gone off with Cindy, he'll be gone for enough time... plenty of time, love."

"No... no, he might come back..."

"He won't come back," the roughly handsome man whispered in his mesmeric voice. "No, relax and admit that you want me to fuck you as much as I want it. It'll be good, Lily, darling, it'll be so wonderful..."

"No!" she shouted at him, jumping up from the couch. "No, goddamn you, Carl, I can't, I can't!" Her heart was hammering violently in her chest, and she was aware of the wet moistness still seeping hotly out from her aroused cunt lips. But she had to compose herself, had to find a way to get Carl to leave. She went to the window, staring out blankly for a long moment.

Then from behind her, Carl's voice whispered, "Lily, my love."

She turned, gathering her courage to say what had to be said, but when she saw him, the words froze in her throat. He had stripped off his clothes and was naked now, his thick, blood-raged cock shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from its blind eye.

He reached out gently and began to undress her and she stood there unable now to protest, until finally she stood before him completely naked.

When he was finished he stood back and looked at her appreciatively. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly in the early morning sunlight. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples now hard and distended from desire. Her long, slender legs, satiny smooth in their tanned splendor at the inner thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cunt mouth.

"Carl..." His name choked past her swollen throat weakly, but that was all. She couldn't say anything else as he stared hungrily at her beautiful nakedness and she saw his cock pulsating madly again.

Slowly, slowly, Carl lifted his hands, his eyes fastened on hers, and began to slide his palms up and down along her silky, softly curved sides, then up to cup her firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, as if they were a wonderful offering of the flesh. Then his hands stroked her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of his fingers were just touching the seal-brown fleece of her pussy hair. He held them there for a long moment, teasing her hotly pulsing clitoris while his own cock was screaming now to throw her to the floor and fuck her.

Slowly, his hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through the soft, downy curls of her cunt, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When he reached it, he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the softly glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny clitoris. He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice.

"I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like it's never been fucked before."

"No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But he just continued his incantation.

"I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and then I'll push your legs back over your head and..."

On and on he intoned, and the words, the absolutely obscene sounds he was uttering -- lashed Lily's marijuana-dazed mind into a swirling frenzy.

Oh Jesus, she wanted him to fuck her... to shove his finger up her asshole... to do all those lewdly exciting things he was saying! She didn't care about Eddie, her son, coming home, she didn't care about anything! She only felt the incredible heat coursing through her cunt, Carl's vile, lust-inciting words in her ears, the sight of his huge, pulsing cock jutting out from his hairy loins... that was all that mattered... SHE HAD TO LET HIM FUCK HER!

As if she was somehow spirit-free from her body, she watched herself objectively as her feet moved of their own accord, moving her body forward, bringing her closer to him, seeing his smile turn to one of triumph as he claimed his victory beyond any doubt. Her hands reached out to him, touched his shoulders, and she was in his arms rubbing her body sensuously, hungrily against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he ordered hoarsely, "tell me!"

"I... want... you to... fuck... me!"

"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want me to fuck your tits off right here on the floor, right here, Lily, tell me!"

"On the floor... want you to fuck me on the floor... want you to fuck my tits off right here on the goddamn floor!" she was moaning helplessly now, her voice low and husky with desire.

Then he was dragging her down onto the softness of the rug, entwining her body with his. And Lily didn't care about anything now but this muscular, musky-smelling, overpowering man whose desire-hardened cock pressed tightly to her naked flesh. She was dimly, very dimly aware that later, when it was over, after he had fucked her to cumming, there would be remorse and self-loathing, but at that moment she didn't care... she just didn't care how long and in what ways he fucked her... just so he filled her greedily hungering cunt with that great, beautiful hardness of his all the way up to her belly.

Carl's mouth was covering her, with hot kisses, her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh greedily. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside it, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the granite-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her naked cunt hard into him -- then, completely lost now in her passion, she twisted suddenly, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flared open, secreting her hot liquid desire, eagerly waiting to be fucked within an inch of her life.