Chapter 14

Anita woke first. Rousing herself, she viewed in the morning light the remains of the previous night’s passion. Her and Caroline’s plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. As soon as they had entered their room, John had set the lantern down on the dresser and pushed her back onto the bed. She had simply laid there, propped up on her elbows, hungrily eyeing him as he undid his pants and whipped out his immense cock. Without even removing his clothes he had climbed between her legs. Then tearing the nightgown from collar to hem, he had stuffed her pussy with his erection, slamming it in full speed. From the first instant his cockhead had slipped into her cunt, she had begun cumming, a long and endless orgasm that continued through a marathon fuck session. This wasn’t making love; this was raw animal passion. John hadn’t stopped fucking her and spraying her pussy walls with his seed until well after midnight, when, exhausted, they had finally collapsed in each other’s arms.

Now Anita surveyed the battlegrounds with pride and humor. The bedclothes were strewn on the floor at the foot of the bed, and even the sheet they were sleeping on was pulled up at one corner. John’s clothes were everywhere after she had stripped him during their second fuck. Her peignoir was in gauzy shreds by the pillows. It had been new and expensive, she thought, but well worth the price! Caroline’s bedroom slippers were by the door where she had slipped them off as they entered the room.