The Frightened Heart

CHAPTER ONE-2

She wondered if any other man would cause her this kind of pain. Would a smaller p***s cause less pain? If so, would the pleasure be diminished, as well? If so, she knew she had no desire to feel the pain lessened, since she didn't want the rapture lessened.

She felt his lips continue their avid sucking at her breasts, as if her body were yielding some substantive nutrition, urging him on. The heat inside her began building higher and higher.

Uuuhhhhh! His hand was rubbing the sodden crotch of her panties. She writhed, feeling ecstatic tingles at the slightest touch. Then his fingers trickled a little higher and grabbed at the elastic waistband. Little by little he began tugging, rolling the panties down and off. Bobbi automatically raised her hips, making it easier for him. She didn't want the undergarment torn. Henry made a nice living, but she couldn't continually throw away money on panties. She felt him slide it along her thighs, her knees, and down along her calves and ankles before they slid off. He dropped the panties on the floor, as he shoved a knee between her satin-soft thighs, forcing them to stay apart as his hand lightly touched her wet vaginal labia. She felt his fingers tease the outer labia first, then slowly, very slowly, he fingered the leaking lips apart, letting his fingertips move between them. Little by little a finger inserted itself deeper until it was touching her inner cunt lips. It moved around and around, thrilling her, making her feel aflame and anguished. And then it partially withdrew, remaining between her outer labia but not touching the inner cunt lips. Now the ball of his finger moved higher, touching the pearl of her c******s; her craving bead of delight; the very summit of her sensuality.

Her mind told her to rebel and fight him off. After all these years she still was not in the mood to feel pain. But her body wanted all the delightful physical feelings that went with that pain. The only real pain came from direct penetration. There was no pain when he touched her there with his fingers, or when he licked her there with his tongue. In fact, those times Henry brought her to a climax with his mouth proved to be the best times, because there was nothing hurting her. Yet, because her v****a was empty at those times, she felt as if something were missing. And that could be a horrible feeling, even when she was enjoying her orgasm. She wanted to feel her tight cunt filled, yet without pain. She wanted all the ecstasy with none of the agony.

Lying back, she decided she would once again accept the pain she knew he would inflict on her if only to enhance her eventual enjoyment. Her loins were spread apart, allowing him to probe deeper with his finger. She liked the feel of the finger inside her. God! If only there were a c**k as slender as his finger, she would be more than satisfied. To feel a c**k like this inside her, spraying its white contents into her heated womb, would be the ultimate pleasure. To feel testicles tickling the bottom of her tight crack, rubbing against her perineum, even feeling them press against her lower asscrack, while a slender p***s rode in and out of her, would be complete heaven. To feel such a small billy clogging her v****a would be heavenly. She was certain a small c**k could flood her body with as much fluid as Henry's long, thick weapon. Lord! Why did she always have to resort to her imagination to wonder how a skinny p***s would feel? Each time he slid his finger into her,, she wished it were capable of shooting that gooey jism into her burning depths.

And then the moment arrived. Her arms clutched his head all the more tightly, now. When he raised his handsome face to hers she found herself kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. She had surrendered herself to him again. Her body had resigned itself to the acceptance of pain.

Henry was dropping his pants now, letting his underwear go with them. And there it was. Nine inches, perhaps a fraction of an inch more, standing out as straight and as stiff as a steel ramrod. More than three inches around, it resembled an old-fashioned barber pole in Bobbi's eyes.

Her pussywalls tightened in spite of the natural oil seeping its way through them. Had Henry tried pushing a finger into her at this moment, he would have found it very difficult.

"Ready?" Henry asked.

There was no use prolonging it. Sooner or later he would push his massive Redwood log into her. Might as well be sooner. She was as well-oiled as she would ever be. There was no way she could get any wetter inside.

"Okay," she whispered. "f**k that monster into me."

"No," he decided. "Not yet. You're such a tasty piece, I want to lap at that vaginal well of yours for a few moments. I want you to enjoy all of this as much as you can."

His heavy p***s knocked against her thigh as she felt it slowly retreat toward her knee. At the same time, his mouth lowered itself to her n*****s again, suched each of them once for luck, and then his tongue was licking its way lower, across her rib cage and her belly, tickling her belly button.

Good old Henry. He certainly tried. She loved that tongue licking around inside her. This was one of the reasons why she had never let him know the pain he caused her each time he f****d her.

Now his tongue moved lower, over the soft, slight curve of her belly, trailing through the dark, midnight blackness of her pubic hair, slithering right into her seething nest.

As far as Henry was concerned, there was no need to hurry. He always found his wife deliriously cooperative, certainly at this stage of the proceedings. He could take his own sweet time about drilling his tongue into her syrupy center.

She was his own private slave woman, to do with as he pleased. She was meant for him to completely enjoy her. God! What could be more wonderful?

Her marble-white thighs were wide open, offering the full, convex loveliness of her tasty v****a to his hungry mouth. His hands were under her buttocks, raising them. And he used his close-together wrists as an altar on which to rest his chin as he prepared to assault her feminine portals with his tongue.

Bobbi writhed, then nearly screamed when she felt the smooth, slithery, icy tongue move tantalizingly between her outer cuntal flaps. His lips shaped themselves to her outer labia in order to kiss them as his tongue sliced all the way into her hot, bubbling cave of love. Her juices were running even more freely, as if coming from a hidden spigot deep inside her, and he was drinking it all down his own throat, making an inordinate amount of noise, as if trying to let her know how much he was enjoying the oil coming from her fountain. The tongue was slicing in and out of her tight, seeping snatch.

Bobbi felt her juices starting to flow freely as he licked in and out, his tongue a straight hard scoop. It drilled into her as effectively as a steel pile was jackhammered into the earth, scooping out her fluids and pulling them into his wolfish mouth.

She churned her loins maddeningly in a wild rotation, maintaining an insane pace, keeping time to the way he was tonguing in and out of her.

Every now and again, when his tongue came all the way out of her hot, vaginal interior, it licked down her perineum, straight against her webbed anal entrance. The icy touch of his tongue tip at her rectal orifice made Bobbi shudder. It was always wonderful. One day, he'd had her lie on her belly for more than an hour while he had tongued her ass-hole. The thrill sent mad shivers up and down her spine.

His tongue returned to her volcanic, vaginal interior. It licked through the oven-like interior, touching her hot walls where countless, tingling nerve-endings flashed with each bit of tongue pressure. Her body trembled so, it seemed to be having its own private earthquake. Her hands reached down and tightened themselves in the thickness of his hair.

Her own head whipped wildly from side to side in mad abandon as she gasped out her enjoyment of what was happening. Now his tongue was lapping at her c******s, driving her mad with passionate delight. If he kept this up, he would certainly tongue her to an orgasm.

The overpowering crisis began building inside her, but before she could feel it slam into her, Henry raised his face from between her dripping thighs. He began moving up, letting his hands press her into the bed as his fingers grasped her huge t**s, so he could pull himself higher. His face brushed her n*****s, and his mouth paused once more to pay fealty to them, kissing each one for a long time, letting the hard nubbins roll around on his tongue, one at a time. His lips rubbed across their hard, rubbery surfaces making them swell just the littlest bit more. Then he was kissing her chest, her throat, and finally, her lips. Their wide-open mouths clashed together like cymbals, each probing a tongue into the other's mouth, swallowing one another's lips, teeth, gums, and palate. Bobbi felt Henry's breath cover her entire face. And she could feel his hard, monstrous c**k rubbing against the top of her thighs. The penial tip was wet with its own secretions. Lord! Her cunt already felt raw and anguished, merely anticipating what was about to happen.

"I'm going to f**k that sweet p***y of yours until it hurts," he murmured, unaware the mere entrance of his monstrous c**k into her v****a would cuase her pain. "I'm going to ream you out until you bleed."

Except for their wedding night, in spite of the pain she felt from his stretching, Bobbi had never bled. Oddly, Henry was relatively gentle with the way he crammed his monstrous machine into her tenderness, and if he was unaware of the agony he was causing her, he was certainly aware of how tightly he fitted into her.

"You do that, Henry," she urged.

"Just wait until I've fitted all of me into you, honey."

Hell, no! To merely lie there and be a passive participant would have been even more agonizing.

By concentrating on her moving, she was able to take her mind off some of the pain she always felt.

Reaching down, she grabbed his iron-hard thickness realizing for the fifty millionth time how massive it really was. True, she had never had another full-grown p***s with which she could compare it, but she was convinced Henry's was one of the thickest and longest in the entire state, if not in the whole country. From the trembling way it shivered and throbbed, she could tell it was more than anxious to screw its way into her. And his anxiety was communicating itself to her, making her forget the pain she would feel. She wanted the thick pole thrust all the way into her, letting her feel the fantastic enjoyment simple words would never convey. Christ! If only this hot pole were the littlest bit thinner, she would be in paradise.

The wedge of his c**k-head pressed itself against the tight, dripping slit of her pussylips. The simple pressure of the thick bulb against the seething portals of her tight v****a made her inwardly cringe. She guided it closer, but was terrified of letting it go.

Now the thick c**k began moving forward just the littlest bit. It started forcing her fleshy flaps to part. God! He was ready to ease it into her and fill her with it, stretching her vaginal walls beyond reason. He would cause her agonizing pain.