The Mirage Of Control Ch 02

Jodi drove home with her head in a swirl. The come stains on her sweater stood out on the pink fluffy material. With each and every breath she smelled Phil's cock and sperm. It permeated her nostrils and sent her head spinning. Her pussy still twitched whenever she visualized the enormous cock in her mouth. She couldn't wait to have her pussy fucked, and Wess was going to be the one to do it. That made her guilt subside a little.

She pulled up to the townhouse where Wess and she lived. It was small and the attached neighbor's house gave a limited sense of privacy. There was no way to see what the neighbors did, but they could hear everything. Jodi pulled up into the driveway and saw her neighbor Denise outside pulling weeds from her little garden. She saw Jodi and started to walk over.

Oh god, she can't see me like this. She'll know, Jodi thought.

"Jodi, hey what's up?"

Jodi grabbed a bunch of the grocery bags out of the car. She began to rush into the house.

"Jodi," called Denise, "hey girlfriend I have to ask you a question."

Jodi turned around. She stared at the floor the whole time. "Yes," she replied.

"Mel and I have extra tickets to see Motley Crue on Friday. Are you guys interested?"

Jodi hated the fact that her neighbors were kind of "trailerish." She hated Motley Crue and just wanted to be done with the conversation. "I'll ask Wess," she said quickly.

"You have some stains on your shirt," Denise said.

A flood of thoughts rushed through Jodi's head. If she saw them from five feet away, Wess would surely spot them. Oh god, what was she going to do? How was she going to do what Phil asked of her and not let Wess find out? She couldn't do it. She needed to change. She needed to get inside.

"Jodi, are you ok? You seem out of it. So, where are the stains from?"

Jodi's thoughts just stood frozen like an iced over pond. What the hell was this, the Spanish Inquisition? Why the hell was she so interested in the stain? Will you just let me go so I can get upstairs and change! She heard something down the road and she knew it was Wess's car.

"Denise, I have to put these away. I have to change. Ok. I'm sorry. I'll ask Wess and come over and chat later."

"Ok. No biggie. I would change sweaters too with a stain like that."

Jodi's body now stood as frozen as her brain. What did Denise mean by that comment? Did she know what it was? A car door closed and she saw Wess walking up to her. She tried to move, but couldn't. What had she done? Wess stood five feet from her. She turned and walked inside. She dropped the groceries and collapsed against the wall. The doorknob turned and she took a deep breath. She had no choice but to do what Phil had asked.

"Honey. You need any help with the groceries?" Wess asked as he walked through the door.

Jodi took another deep breath. She smelled Phil deep inside her lungs. She smelled his manhood. She envisioned his giant dick pumping in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes for a second and waited for Wess to round the corner.

"I don't need help with the groceries," she said coyly as she grabbed his sweater. "I need help in another way!"

Her tone rang in Wess's ears like some mystical siren call. He had never heard his wife talk like that. He had never heard that tone in her voice. He had never seen the look she had in her eyes, a mixture of aggression and passion. He swallowed hard and looked at her. She seemed different.

Jodi didn't wait for Wess to look her over. She pulled him closer and pressed her mouth to his and let her tongue flail wildly inside his mouth. She explored his mouth, letting her tongue run coarsely over his tongue, cheeks, and palate. She pressed harder and harder against his face, grabbing his hair for more leverage. She imagined the come mixing between the two of them. Then, with both hands, she grabbed his crotch harder than she ever had before.

She tasted different he thought. And the pain in his crotch from her squeezing hands was almost too much to bear. But he dared not say a word. It was all too exciting; too new for him to ruin it with words and questions.

Jodi pulled Wess over to their couch and spoke as demandingly as she could. "Sit down and take off your pants." She couldn't believe she said it. It felt so good to tell someone what to do, especially after her afternoon. Wess did as she commanded and sat down with just his boxers on. She could see the tent like structure inside his blue boxers from his hard on. So, she thought, my little man liked being pushed around? "Take off your shirt." He did so as quickly as possible. Jodi glanced down at his boxers. There was just a short pole poking against them. It looked so small compared to what she had just seen.

Jodi reached down and yanked off his boxers with authority. She saw Wess swallow hard as she knelt down placing one hand around his now fully erect member. Her one little hand covered everything but the head. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't how she remembered. There was a time she thought Wess seemed large. Was she that blinded all along to think this was big? She let it go and plunged the prick in her mouth. On her first stroke she swallowed it completely. Wess let out a high pitch moan. It felt like nothing in her mouth. It was so easy to swallow. It was so easy to get down. It felt like a short pencil in her mouth. It was nothing!

Jodi bobbed her head a few more times deep-throating Wess and bringing him to near orgasm. But, she had come this far. She was not going to be a come dumpster again, especially to a dick like this. She stopped abruptly and stood up. She slipped out of her jeans and guided Wess by his hair. She laid him down on the floor and sat directly on his face. Her pussy was hot and wet. It needed servicing and it was something Wess rarely did. He said he didn't like the taste.

Screw him

! she thought. She pushed her lips against his face and tried to give orders -- something she had never done.

"Lick my pussy Wess."

"Eat it."

"Kiss my clit. On top. Suck on it." She thought the words "you bitch!" yet restrained.

"Stick that tongue deeper. Yes, now lick the clit. God yes!"

"Swirl your tongue around. Lick it. Oh god yes, that's it! Keep licking! Don't stop!"

With that she grinded her entire weight onto Wess's face. She reached down and spread her lips apart and rubbed feverishly on his tongue and mouth. She began coming in wave after wave. It made her more insatiable. It made her swell with more wetness. The waves now crashed over her clitoris muscles. She couldn't stop coming, but there was still something missing -- a hole that needed to be filled. She lowered herself onto Wess's prick. She could barely feel it go in her. God no! She needed something more. She repositioned herself. Still nothing. Her pussy felt like a black hole, it just sucked everything up until that everything became nothing. She started to tear up. She needed her pussy filled! She pumped as hard as she could; she tried to imagine her pussy being stretched by Phil's gigantic cock. Nothing worked. She reached down and placed two fingers in her hole alongside Wess's prick. She humped and grinded. She put in another finger. She moved like a bucking bull now, out of rhythm doing anything to appease its desire. A distant voice called her back to reality.

"Honey stop. OW! Honey stop, you're hurting me. STOP IT!" Wess screamed grabbing her by the hips and throwing her off him. Jodi snapped back to reality and saw the horror in his eyes. She looked down at his cock and noticed a small amount of blood. What had she done?

"Jesus Christ, your nails were scratching the shit out of my dick. What the hell is a matter with you? I mean, I appreciate the aggressiveness and all, but I don't want Willie here hurt." Willie was there pet name for his prick and it stung her deeply to think of what she had done. She loved Wess and couldn't believe one afternoon of passion had made her act like that.

"I'm so sorry baby," she cooed. "It just felt so good. I'm sorry. Here let me take care of Willie for you." With that she leaned down and kissed the head of his dick. Her lips engulfed the entire head with the formation of a small puckered peck. Her mind flashed back to Phil's enormous head; its bulbous shape and giant girth. God she wanted that again.

Wess sighed. It brought her back to the present. She was stunned at how quickly her mind leapt from past to present.

Jodi climbed back on top of Wess again trying to concentrate on the present and slowly rode his prick. The feeling of nothingness consumed her pussy again, but she restrained from acting on it. She just did what she normally did. She went through the motions. She let out a feigned moan here and there. She acted as if she was coming again and waited for Wess to squirt his tiny load inside her.

But, when he finally let out a few grunts her thoughts turned devilish once again. She bent her nose down into her sweater and sniffed the come stained spot deeply. He should eat her out again.

"That was great babe," Wess said as he wiggled out from under her. "What's for dinner?" he asked as he went upstairs to put on something more comfortable.

Jodi slumped down on the carpet defeated. She stared at her pussy. How could one thing consume her so much? She pictured Phil's giant cock entering her as she pantomimed being in the doggie style position. She gazed at her pussy, she imagined it stretching and being filled by Phil's gorgeous shaft. She started to feel the heat swell up inside her again. She started to feel the imaginary friction that would come from Phil's wide dick. She let out a sob. What was happening to her?