The Warden's Wife Redux

Chapter 9

It was the strangest thing, Jenny thought. She was talking to someone named Jane. The only Jane she knew was that inmate whore Greg kept in his office. She was always naked and sitting on the couch, fingering her pussy, or sucking on her tits. That should have bothered her, but it was a fact and didn't raise any alarms or issues. She had to accept that she was the wife of a prison warden and there were some things she didn't need to know or understand. If she was talking to Jane, it definitely wasn't that Jane. This Jane was intelligent, confident, and knew who she was. Jenny didn't know how she knew that, perhaps they really did have a mental connection on several levels, how she couldn't imagine. Thinking about it made her horny. "Why wasn't Greg home so he could give me a proper fucking?" It was evening and most of the bars were beginning to get busy. She hated drinking alone, so off she went.

After a few drinks and fending off the wrong types of guys, Jenny was about to leave when she noticed that Mister Right may have just arrived. He didn't waste any time. Seeing her at the end of the bar alone, he made his move.

"You can only be sitting here alone turning guys away because you've been waiting for me." He said with such confidence that she found it attractive. He was tall, dark, and handsome, not her type. Yet there was something about him that she found alluring. She allowed him to sit and buy her a drink.

He looked her over and liked what he saw; they talked about nothing for several minutes. When her drink was half gone, he asked, "You want to get out of here?"

"What do you have in mind," she asked.

"The same thing you have in mind, I have a room here. Shall we go?"

She didn't finish her drink, instead, she just stood, and picked up her purse saying, "Lead the way."

He led her to the elevator and the eleventh floor, room 1123. It was a suite with a great view of "the Las Vegas Strip". It looked as if he'd just arrived; nothing seemed to have been disturbed. "Make yourself at home," he said finding the bar and pulling out a beer. "What can I get you?"

She crossed the room and knelt before him, pulling his pants open and fishing out his swelling black cock. "You said to make myself at home," she said then took him in her mouth. She sucked his cock past the point of impressive, as he played in her straw-colored locks. When he became too big to contain, she licked him like an ice cream cone, while stroking him with one hand. "I think we're ready to begin."

With both hands, she pulled her dress here and there and it tumbled off her body, pooling at her feet and leaving her completely naked. She stepped out of it. She pulled him by his cock like leading a child, until she arrived at the large king-size bed. Releasing his thick cock, she turned and crawled to the center of the bed. Laying back on the pillows, she rubbed her pussy with one hand while she mauled her large tits with the other. He quickly got out of his clothes. As impressive as she was, he was easily her equal. He was "cut" as they say. Every muscle was well defined, washboard abs, huge pecs, large deltoids, triceps and biceps, forearm flexor, and brachioradialis, all colored an even dark brown, absent any trace of hair. His legs were a perfect match also devoid of hair, making his large cock look even larger.

Although she had many questions, she held her tongue while spreading her legs further. "Do you know how to use that monster? I really need a good fuck."

"I've been complimented once or twice, but I'll let you decide." With that, he pulled her by her ankles until she was near the edge of the bed, brought his cock to her moist opening and pushed. He was long and thick, but she was deep and took every inch he had to offer. When their pubic bones met, Jenny was completely stuffed enjoying the rare full sensation. As for him, he was impressed. She was tight, for now. He'd see if that lasted, few did.

He pulled back slowly, and she gripped him tightly as if telling him, "I'm setting the pace here," but in doing so, her natural lubricants increased, and she became too slick to maintain a strong grip. He smiled and thought "Round one to me." He pulled almost all the way out, but only the tip remained inside her. She sighed, she felt so empty now.

He held it, not moving. She waited. Seconds seemed like minutes, "Come on...fuck me, fuck me..." she thought. Still, he held his position. She was burning with desire, "Fuck me...I need it...please fuck me," she cried as she began panting. He pushed in slowly, it wasn't what she wanted but it gave the tiniest relief, when their groins met, he somehow pushed deeper. He was now deeper than anyone else had ever been and he stopped.

"Nooo....," she cried this time to herself. It was hard for him, too. He wanted to bang away. He would soon enough but torturing her would be worth it. After a few more seconds he pulled back as slowly as the first time, he was sweating; it was difficult, fighting his natural urges. She was moaning now, "Fuck me...fuck me...," she sang in her mind. Reaching the top again, with only the tip of his cockhead still inside, he stopped once more. "He's torturing me...come on man, fuck me," she didn't speak but moaned so pitifully. That's what he wanted to hear. She readied herself for the long wait, "You can do this," she assured herself, "he can't last forever. He's going to have to fuck me sooner or later." It was at that moment he shoved into her as fast as he could. He bounced off the bottom. Then pulled completely out, but dived back in before her tortured pussy could close as he bottomed out again. He fucked her hard almost cruelly; she'd never been fucked like this before.

Startled she heard someone screaming, and then she realized it was her. She was coming, "It's too soon. He just started fucking me, I can't, I can't...." Then she simply surrendered to her climax. It was amazing and continued. She was becoming hoarse. "Oh, my Gawd!" Her orgasm shifted gears and the pleasure seemed to double. She felt like a ragdoll bouncing on the bed under the onslaught, wrapping her legs around his lean torso and holding on. Finally, he began to slow, and her sloppy pussy accepted this new pace, her climax shifted to a lower gear, she was still coming, but not as violently. "How was this possible?" She was clinging to him as if her life depended on it, like a boxer in the fight of her life, restricting his forceful moves.

Somehow, she was lifted from the bed as he stood. "Was he really that strong?" He began lifting her off his cock, then letting gravity pull her back down. Then he bent his knees and began fucking her like she never believed possible, she screeched and came harder. That was all he could take. Roaring as he filled her full of his cum. Finally, he was done, and laid her gently on the destroyed bed, rolling beside her as his cock began shrinking and their combined juices poured out of her. He cuddled her.

Once she was able to speak in complete sentences again Jenny said looking up into his deep brown eyes, "That was something, I'll bet you can't do it again."

"Is that a challenge," he asked.

She felt her sore pussy, with her hand; it was soon covered in their mixture. "He could kill with that thing if challenged, No," She confessed, "I could be seriously hurt or killed or become a mindless drooling slut. I've learned my lesson. I could go again if it's not quite as brutal." She was going to move to suck his cock, but he stopped her. "What's the rush? We can talk a little until the mood strikes you."

They lay in each other's arms; Jenny finally realized they never exchanged information. She didn't know his name. She didn't know the name of the person who had fucked her silly. "I'm Jenny; I don't think we ever properly introduced ourselves."

"I'm Eric, Eric Hightower," he said as he played with the nipple of her left tit.

"Hmmm..., well you certainly know what you're doing. What do you do when you're not ruining women for other men?"

He took her fat nipple in his mouth and sucked. She cooed as her pussy began to wake up, like many women, her nipples were connected directly to her pussy. "Mmmm..., if you are planning to fuck me some more, I don't think I could be more ready." Jenny seemed to be apprehensive.

Eric knew what was going on, she was scared. He'd seen it before. He may have been too rough with her. "There's plenty of time for that sweetheart. But first I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours," Eric said as he pulled her around and sat her on top of his face. Jenny felt as if she had no say in the matter, as she put her weight on her knees opening herself to his large tongue. He was a master at this too. He brought her to the edge several times and had her dangling on the edge before he let her come. With a final flick of his tongue, she exploded flooding his mouth with her tangy nectar.

Now he was ready to fuck again. Positioning her on her hands and knees, she knew what was coming next and was anticipating it. Feeling the weight from her massive tits pulling down as Eric pulled on her ass lining up his cock with her sopping wet pussy. She braced herself as he pushed forward while holding her by her hips. She cooed as he didn't play around this time and soon was deep inside her. He pulled back and she loved the sensation, he picked up the pace, keeping it steady, but no longer t at the frenzied pace. She was squealing now. This Adonis was a fucking machine, and she worried she might not survive the night as she came again. He was playing with her asshole, using his thumb, or finger she couldn't tell. She worried that he might try to put his huge cock in her ass. Just as that thought occurred, it happened, out of one hole and into the other. It happened so fast that she never had a chance to protest. She was surprised that it fit and she experienced no pain associated with it. He continued to pump, and she began to enjoy the strange but erotic feelings. Then it started to feel really good, and she was wailing now as she came from her very first anal fucking. It was all too much, Eric roared as he came. They collapsed exhausted. Eric's cock shrank and slid out of Jenny's ass. His cum spilled out of the huge opening in her ass, then slowly began to shrink back to its normal size.

Never having been fucked in the ass, and because she had enjoyed it so much, Jenny was considering adding it to her growing list of new fetishes. She never thought getting fucked up the ass would feel so good. Her thoughts were distracted as she heard Eric snoring softly. She smiled. He deserved a nap. He'd soundly fucked her to so many orgasms she'd lost count. She needed to use the toilet, so she climbed out of the wrecked bed and padded to the bathroom. Both her pussy and ass ached but in a good way. She certainly didn't think she'd be able to survive this kind of sex on a nightly basis, but occasionally, she may be able to handle that.

Once in the bathroom, she decided to shower. She was already naked, and she smelled like sex. It didn't take long, she had to fight the temptation to explore and fondle her lady parts. "How could I still be horny," she thought. Her hair wrapped in a towel she looked back at her lover lying on his back, his large flaccid cock lying on his belly was still impressive. Should she stay for another round? Weighing the benefits, she realized she should probably go home. Greg might already be home, never considering his feelings about her straying from their marriage.

Arriving home well after midnight she wasn't surprised that Greg wasn't there. She pulled off her clothes and pulled on a cute teddy, she was still horny, and it made her feel sexy. Although it held her ample breasts in, it was backless and rode high on her crotch, she smiled and thought, "Greg is a lucky man, coming home to this." She climbed into bed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.