Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He loves dirtying up her pussy with his jizz, but she knows how to keep her man on a string. If she makes him cum in her ass or mouth every once in a while it keeps him coming back for more of what he likes best.
He pulled out her warm wet pussy and because he was a bit peeved at her for messing with a good thing, decided to forego the lube as I forced his massive cock past her sphincter and deep into her ass. “This what you wanted? Huh?”
Mellie was trying to get over the pain of having her ass busted wide open by his monster cock but the way his groin rubbed against her clit with each thrust more than made up for it.
Bobby plugged away at her ass getting over his disappointment by the third or fourth stroke. Her ass was tighter than her pussy, but it was the thought of cumming in another man’s wife, of maybe slipping up and getting her pregnant that really makes him blow his wad.
He chewed on her tits some more as he ass fucked her and she yelped and twitched as she came, sending him hurdling right behind her. He pulled a fast one and pulled out of her ass and went after her pussy again, not even stopping to clean his dick.
That’s another thing he loved about his Mellie she was good for anything. No matter how nasty he got, she was right there with him, he’d even pissed on her a couple times, though she said she didn’t like it. Unless he got her good and high that is, then she’d beg him to do it, nasty bitch!
He fucked her pussy raw for the next forty-five minutes, dropping a load in her before hopping up from the bed and going to take a shower. He had to be back to work in fifteen minutes but he’d make it. Besides, what was old man Stone gonna say? He was the best damn mechanic for miles around and everyone knew it.
So if he was late here and there a few days a week what was the big deal? He always made it up in the end. He flicked off the shower and walked back into the bedroom where she still laid on the bed smoking a joint. “Gimme some a that babe.”
He leaned over the mattress as she held the weed up to him and took it between his lips. “This is some good shit, where’d you get it? I know you didn’t get this from Sam because the last coupla times his shit was a dud.”
She smiled secretively and pulled on the joint herself. “I have my ways.” He just grinned and turned away, grabbing his oil stained jeans from off the floor and his shirt from over the chair where he’d dropped it when he walked in earlier.
“See you later babe, have fun tonight.”
“Oh you know I will, turn off the radio before you go lover.” She looked at her watch as she finished the joint. She still had a few hours left before she had to get ready to go to work. A nice long nap was next on the agenda; she always needed a nap after their afternoon sessions.
She rolled over from her husband’s side of the bed away from the wet spot she and her lover had left and cuddled into her pillow. She was out two minutes later, her body relaxed in that nice afterglow that always follows good sex.
CHAPTER 2
Bobby got back to the shop just in time but that didn’t stop old man Stone from grouching at him. “You bout to find yourself in a whole heap a trouble boy!” The older man shook his head after making that admonishing prediction.
Bobby just grinned. He knew that almost everyone knew what was going on between him and Melissa, even her husband he was sure. But that was no reason to stop fucking the best pussy this side of town. He’d been fucking her for a good three and a half months now, every afternoon like clockwork.
She was good to him too. When she was on the rag, she’d give him head and let him cum in her mouth, or give up that fine ass without complaining like some do and the best part, she never asked him for shit. All in all Bobby saw no reason to give up a good thing just because of a few wagging tongues.
“Ain’t you scared? You see what happened to that Davis woman a few weeks ago?”
“That was different, that O’Rourke chick was crazy as cat shit, and that woman as it turned out wasn’t even fucking her husband.” Bobby shrugged his uninterested shoulders as he sifted through his toolbox.
“All the same, I think you ought to be careful. It’s a strange thing; people are strange about other people sleeping with their spouse. It can make a body do awful things.” Elijah Stone was remembering the talk about what had happened to that poor woman in the woods and all that had happened afterwards.