Hot, Horny Thighs - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne - ebook
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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Hot, Horny Thighs

CHAPTER ONEWhat June Cullen hated most about her husband was the constant way he dominated her. Perhaps, if the rest of her daily routine weren't so boring, she might have been able to put up with Martin's boorishness, but life had become a drag ever since her sons had gone away to college and she hadn't been able to go back to work.Last night had been a perfect example of her husband's rotten, dominating attitude. He had come home, hot and sweaty, and after a beer from the refrigerator, he'd said, straight out, "Let's fuck!"Martin was still a good-looking man, though he was almost bald in front. What hair he did have left was medium brown, just like her own hair. He had a handsome face, but it had hardened over the years. He was forty-three now, but kept his body in trim by working out at a local gym twice a week. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and a square jaw.June, who was thirty-nine. In spite of the fact that she was bored, she did her daily exercises, keeping her slender body in superb shape. The routines she did strengthening her pectoral muscles kept her breasts high and firm, and she could have walked around without a bra. No one would have ever known, save for the way her tits would have jiggled. She had freckles on her lovely face, which only seemed to make her prettier. Her bright brown eyes hid the boredom she felt, and her turned-up nose was so perfect, everyone looking at it thought she'd had plastic surgery, but she hadn't. It was her own natural nose. And those full, pouting lips were invitations to almost any man. There wasn't a man in the world who didn't want to kiss that mouth once he'd seen it. There were other, more lascivious thoughts concerning her mouth, and June could almost hear them when she saw a man staring at her. Her waistline was trimmer now than it had been prior to giving birth to her first son, and she still had broad, solid, swinging hips that made men drool.Martin Cullen, her husband, had taken her for granted from the day of their marriage, having literally raped her hymen from her, constantly fucking her until she'd orgasmed from the sheer continuity. She knew he'd had a dozen different affairs, and though it bothered her, she was glad because it kept his hands off her. The whole problem was, even though she hated him as an individual, she was crazy about his cock, and once he finally sunk it into her, she always gave in to it. But until he finally got to the fucking stage, she resisted him.She would have divorced him long ago had she somewhere to go. But she'd been enough of a burden-on her parents when she was younger. She didn't dare go back to them, now. They were retired, living out their years happily together. June didn't have the right to visit her misery on them. So she stayed."I ... want a drink," she told Martin."You can have it up in the bedroom," he replied, grabbing her two wrists in one hand and hauling her up the stairs behind him.He had the bedroom door open before she could think straight, and he threw her into the room, letting her fall onto the large double bed they still shared. She sat up, catching at the wooden post making up the footboard. As she stared, she watched him shut and lock the door, as if trying to keep the rest of the world out. No, no, she had thought it was for that reason once, when the kids were home. Now she knew it was simply to prevent her escape into the outside world until he'd finished with her.God! He was such an animal. He thought no more of her than of all the other women he'd fucked since marrying her. She was a convenience for him, and he intended making use of her."You can have that drink now," he told her, pointing to the decanter on the dresser.June remained where she was, at the foot of the bed, tightly gripping the wooden post, just looking at him with contempt. After all these years he hadn't mellowed at all. He never would. She wondered if her fear of him was as blatant on her face as it was inside her. The terror felt like something raw and primitive in her belly. In shuddering, frozen horror she stared at him as he advanced toward where she lay."No!" she shouted. "Don't touch me.""Junie-baby," he smiled. "I'm going to be good to you."And suddenly his head was down, and his mouth was clamping on hers as his arms went around her. He kissed her, thirsting to drink her up, and for a fraction of a second his familiar lips were those of the man who had courted her, feeling warm and delicious .'.. and then she recalled the hell he'd put her through in twenty years of marriage. She remembered how many times his kisses had been the prelude to a rape that would have put motorcycle gangs to shame, turning her into a masochist.She shoved as hard as she could, then screamed, "No! No, don't put your hands on me, Martin. I can't stand you and you know it.""Maybe you can't stand me, Junie-baby, but you love my cock, and you know it. If you want to play rough, I'll play rough," and he pulled her face away from his, once again grabbing both her wrists in one hand, holding her arms cruelly behind her. "I enjoy it when you struggle. That's the real you, Junie. You like it rough. You like having your sweet cunt raped. And it sure as hell is going to be raped."His other hand slid up behind her, grabbing a handful of her shining brown hair. He clenched it tightly in a fist, shoving her face against his, his mouth slamming against hers as his tongue literally slashed into her mouth with the strength of a fierce razor.She could feel how hot he was through his clothes as he clutched her body to his, mashing her rounded breasts into his chest. His hard, over long, over-thick phallus seemed to drive against her flat, soft belly, pressing into her dress from beneath his pants. She felt herself clamped to him from mouth to knee, with no space between them. His hand pressed the back of her head against his face, and she could feel the all-consuming need take hold of him. If it were a need for her, she would have gladly consented to whatever he wanted. But the need was for her cunt, and nothing more.What really bothered her was the hungry, ferocious need she was feeling for him, as it began building in her. Jesus! She hated him, yet she couldn't live without him. One day she would end up running away from him, or doing something equally desperate, if only to make some kind of life for herself.Martin held her writhing, wriggling body, his tongue licking deep into her sweet, delicious mouth. He probed all over, though by now he knew every ridge, every corner, every crevice of her oral interior. He felt the soft flame of her hair as it moved through his fingers, and he squeezed so hard, he could feel the bony cap of her skull in his palm. Her small, narrow wrists were crushed together in his other hand as he pressed them into the soft roundness of her curving buttocks.Christ! He loved the way she fought him. He'd humped a whole bunch of tarts since marrying her, but none of them were as good as she. Hell! Fucking those other twats only made him appreciate her cunt all the more, knowing it was his, to do with as he pleased for as long as he lived. He knew she hated him, but that seemed to add spice to their fucking. It was fun cramming cock into the tight quim of a woman who fought and resisted every time. The rape, itself, was as much fun as the actual fucking. Hell! She liked being raped as much as she hated him. She liked it so much, the whole thing would have been boring as hell if he hadn't gone fucking on the outside. Shit! A man only lived once. He had to get his fill of pussy.Once, only, once, he'd tried being gentle with her, asking her to suck his cock. And she'd refused. It had been the second night of their marriage. He'd had to end up jamming his meat roll down her throat, making her choke and gag. And yet she'd loved tasting it, because she'd swallowed every last drop of his hot spunk. He'd fucked her everywhere but in the ass. That tight, squeezing anus would barely open up enough for him to ram a finger in, much less his thick cock. Damn! Before he died he would have to fuck that ass of hers.June was writhing and wriggling, and she would have been screaming had his tongue not been sunk deep in her throat. Hell! That tongue of his was moving insistently back and forth in her mouth as if it were a cock fucking into her oral cave. She could barely breathe, and her head was aching from the pressure of his fingers.Oh Christ! she thought, her body warming up. He's going to fuck me. The son of a bitch is going to do it. She could feel his burning breath rushing hotly from his flaring nostrils as the intensity of his anxiety increased.Tears came into her eyes; hot, burning tears. Within, she felt a mixture of terror and frustration, mingling with fright and terrifying shivers. She wanted very much to be away from this man. Even now, as she lay back, she could feel the constant, insistent grinding of his thick cock against her soft belly as he rotated his hips anxiously. His huge, bulging, swollen cock seemed to sear its way through the clothing, and she could swear she could feel the naked bulb of the cock head touching her bare belly.More tears flooded from her eyes down her cheeks, and she was making throaty blubbering sounds under his sucking mouth.He tasted her tears and felt the slow relaxation of her delightful body. It was only the slightest easing of physical tension, but Martin sensed it. As usual, he was getting to her body in spite of her objecting brain. It made him all the hungrier for her, knowing he could have her in spite of her hatred for him. She was certainly the best-looking woman he'd ever known. Even today, when there were younger girls around, none could match the continually fresh beauty of his wife. In spite of all the things he'd made her do to and for him, he still considered her a mental prude. But that infinite vacuum making up her feminine center was the most wonderful tunnel he'd ever entered, and the superb exterior surrounding it was still magnificent.June could tell by his stare he was already picturing her totally nude. She was well aware of her figure, and how delightfully her shape pleased him. Her superbly shaped breasts always had him slavering with his tongue hanging out. She could see he regarded them as tasty melons, ripe for eating, hanging high on their vine. Her white skin had the merest hint of pink to prove blood traveled through it and she wasn't a cold marble statue. He always loved running his hands over the satin perfection of her skin, touching the roller coaster swells and valleys. She could see the pulsating of his hard cock in his pants, pushing madly against the cloth of his fly, threatening to tear its way free of its clothing prison.June was gasping as Martin's hot mouth pressed on hers and almost cut off her breath. And then his mouth released hers and she found she could breathe again. Air rushed from her lungs as a moan tore from her throat.He was on his feet now, and so was she. His hands released her and they stood gasping for air, their faces mere inches apart. June shut her eyes and let the tears slowly drip down her cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away, but she feared he would think she was being antagonistic if she raised her hand for any reason. She could feel her nipples tingling from the pressure of his body against hers. They swelled as if they'd flowered open because of his despicable touch. She could feel them pushing under the thin mini-bra and soft blue sweater."Undress!" Martin ordered, staring at her as if intent on eating her up alive once she was naked.His hands were already removing his own clothing, leaving everything piled on the floor where it lay. June was unable to move. Her wrists were numb with pain, and she felt as if he'd drained the strength from his body into hers. She stood there with a blank look on her face, mouth partly open and eyes tightly closed.Trembling, she slowly brought her hands up to wipe away her tears."Strip!" he bellowed, his own clothes off, now."No," she said in a weak voice. "I won't ... I won't!""Son of a bitch, we'll see if you won't," he roared, grabbing the lower edge of her sweater and lifting, tugging it over her head and off her arms as if she were some schoolchild who needed undressing. She stood there sobbing, her arms crossed over her breasts as her hands continued wiping the tears from her face. The sobs were making her tremble as she sighed, despairing, knowing he would use her as he would any whore he'd pick up in the streets, intent only on his own satisfaction. That she had come to physically enjoy everything had been because he was so long in coming, her own senses became totally aroused. Even if she hadn't wanted to come, her body always betrayed her and sent her into the throes of rapturous ecstasy, every time.God! she thought. All this is my own fault. I'm the one to blame. If she'd only had the brains to stay away from him when he got home at night. He was always hungry for her when he first got home. Sometimes, if the session ended too quickly, he would take her on again after supper, doing something different, but making her respond no less strongly.Martin grabbed her arms and tugged them down. Her large eyes with thick lashes looked up at him with a mingling of fear, awe, and anguish.Looking down at her, seeing her crying for the umpteenth time, he became angry. Why the hell was she crying? What the hell was there about what they did to make her this way? All she did was whine and weep and wail, always content when it was over, yet always trying to make him feel guilty about what he was doing. Hell! If rape wasn't such fun, he'd be feeling every bit as guilty as she wanted him to feel. Stupid bitch!Her large, meloned tits were heaving inside the mini-bra, shuddering up and down with her sobbing gasps, the nipples pressing into the cloth as they grew and expanded, clearly visible through the almost transparent fabric.Lowering his hands, he grabbed her skirt, tugged down the zipper, then jerked the skirt, itself, down around her ankles, leaving her standing in her flesh colored bra and totally transparent pantyhose.She remained standing in the pool of cloth at her feet, appearing as fragile and as transparent as the nylon pantyhose. Her white body looked even more desirable and sensual, making him even more hungry to possess it. The deep brown of pubic hair seemed to be curling like a million little beckoning fingers, luring him on.June's mute sobs were still convulsing her lush body. She stared at Martin's licentiously distorted face grinning at her, and his presence became too overpowering. She couldn't take his being there any longer. The way he stood, feet apart, his long, thick cock standing out and away from him like some elephantine penis, made her think of him as a mad, rutting, inhuman, prehistoric beast. He didn't care into which hole he sank that thick monstrosity of his, unmindful of possible pain he might bring about, caring only for his own instinctive physical need. He was a splendid naked animal with heavy muscles and broad, powerful shoulders. Thick, dark hair grew in great profusion all over his chest and crotch, also lightly covering his calves and forearms.How could I have married this ape? she wondered for the hundredth time. How could I let his seed germinate inside me and grow into sons, neither of which, thank God, looked anything like him.Abruptly she moved into action with a fury she had never before possessed. Not that she dared move against him. But she could defy him, and this she did by picking up all her clothes and pressing them tightly to her breast, covering herself as best she could as she prepared to head for the door."English doesn't seem to be one of your languages," Martin snapped. "I told you to take everything off, not to start putting it all back on. Goddammit, June, you do as I say."The clothes in her hands were suddenly tugged away, and his huge paws suddenly reached out, grabbed her tiny bra, and literally tore it off her body."You dumb, stupid twat," he raged, bellowing and cursing as he proceeded tearing her pantyhose into a trillion tiny bits of lint and cloth."No!" she screamed back at him, and suddenly found the strength needed to resist, reaching out with bright, gleaming red nails, doing her best to rip his eyes out. Anger poured through her supple body with her pumping blood. She was so angry, a red haze descended over her eyes."I hate you," she screamed at him. "I hate you and everything about you. You're a horrible, sick, evil, vile, filthy beast. Don't you dare touch me. Get away!"She was screaming loudly as he finished tearing everything off her, and she had a frightening vision of the two of them nakedly rolling all over the bed, with him stabbing her body, creating a million wounds with that knifelike phallus of his. But even as she envisioned this, she continued fighting, knowing she was willing to die if she could rip out one of his eyes."You goddamned, rotten, sniveling cunt! I'll tear you apart and feed you to the neighborhood dogs. Always putting me off, always saying no, always refusing, and always loving whatever the hell I end up doing to you. You are going to get fucked royally tonight."Picking her up, he hurled her into the center of the large bed, and her mouth opened wide as the air felt forced from her lungs. Her long brown hair swung wildly from side to side, and her head snapped back and slammed against the mattress. She was some kind of helpless manikin with long legs and slender arms, all of which seemed useless and immobile.Martin was quivering with wrath, and at this point he didn't care how much noise was made, who heard them, or what breakage might occur in the room. It was time for his goddamned wife to stop playing the hypocrite. She loved his cock, and he went with the appendage, so she might as well get used to the fact that she would be fucked by him regularly for the rest of their lives. He was tired of having to fight for what was righteously his.June rolled into the middle of the bed, rolling her body into a tight ball, shielding her face from any blows he might rain on her. God! If only she could die here and now and end this miserable existence. Let him hit her just once, very hard on the head, and finish her agony. And yet ... she wanted life. She wanted fucking, she wanted a good cock to suck ... but she didn't want Martin. All the mental wires in her brain seemed crisscrossed. She no longer knew what she really wanted. She felt humiliation, sorrow and fear, which was why she had curled into a fetal position.And then he was on top of her, unrolling her, throwing his naked body all over her supple nudity, climbing all over her, sitting on her full, swollen breasts until they flattened into her chest, their nipples slicing into his gluteal cheeks. His knees were pressing into her arms, and he was waving his bright red-domed cock into her face, letting the colorless seepage slickly cover her lips, her cheeks, and her chin and throat."My way," he snapped at her. "Always my way.You're going to take my big, fat cock into your mouth and suck on it until I decide otherwise. You'll lick my prick and lap my balls, and if I want, you'll drink my squishy juice down your throat until you strangle from sheer happiness. D'you hear me, you damn bitch? You are going to suck my penis. You are going to swallow the entire length of it, and if it pleases me, you'll swallow my balls, as well.""Oh my God ... no ... Martin ... no ... no ... don't...." June begged, frantically crying, as the total horror of what he was saying to her registered in her mind. She couldn't do it, no matter how many times he'd forced her to do it, before. God! His cock was so thick, each time he rammed it into her throat she gagged and choked, and almost did strangle to death. Yes, she admitted she liked sucking on the meat, even if it was Martin's cock. And she sucked out all the sperm, even if it came from inside his body. But she wished she could have a thinner, shorter penis, and take her time sucking it, enjoying it rather than being forced to engulf it in the hot, wet cave of her sucking mouth.No matter what he said, she couldn't do that again. If her mother and father ever knew she did obscene, depraved things like that, they'd never want to talk to her again. They'd never want to know her.Her face was wet, and there were tear-streaks running down both cheeks. Her lovely brown hair haloed out around her head, spreading in bountiful waves across her pillow.To Martin, she looked more beautiful than ever. By Christ! Now, they were starting to do things right. He looked down at her face sticking out from under his cock, prodding his penial length against her chin. The point was sticky with heavy droplets of lubricating ointment still oozing out. His hand reached down and tangled itself in her long hair, tugging her lovely face upward toward the throbbing, swelling thickness of his burning cock."Open that mouth, you cunt," he snapped angrily, enjoying the total mastery he had of the situation. God! Just looking at his thick, veined, throbbing penis hovering over her mouth made the seed in his balls bubble all the faster. Goddamn her, he'd teach her who was boss once and for all. That one time he had been nice to her, she had rebuffed him, telling him cocksucking was something refined ladies of quality didn't do. Well that was a crock. He'd made her swallow her words as she'd swallowed his sperm. Other women had blown him, giving good head, but none of them had the fantastic mouth of June, his own wife. And every time he put his cock in her mouth, he wanted to shove the entire length down her goddamned, narrow throat. He wanted it all the way in until her lips sucked on his cock hairs.June stared in terrified fascination and disgust at the monumentally fat shank whose head was pressed against her soft lips. Her eyes were almost crossed concentrating on the throbbing shaft in a compulsive trance. The mighty dork was so immense this close up she thought it looked like something grown in the Redwood Forest. It pulsated again and again as a thin, colorless liquid continued oozing from the tiny slit in the bulbous tip, dripping all over her mouth. God! The cock seemed a separate, alive thing, and not part of Martin.Terrified at the feel of it smearing its way across her lips again and again, June wondered if her heart could stop beating. Could she simply die?Martin was furious at her refusal to open her mouth. Fury raged through him, and before he realized it, he was slapping her beautiful face again and again, reddening her cheeks. The echoing slaps seemed to resound through the entire bedroom, sounding like shots in June's ears."Goddamn you ... you rotten bitch, take the cock in your mouth. Take it in of your own free will, or I'll slam the fucking thing into the back of your throat and strangle you with it."June's lips finally parted, her mouth opening to sob out her anguish. Her cheeks were burning where his hand had struck her repeatedly, but even with her mouth wide open, no sound came from within. Her chest, even with his weight on it, heaved with dry, silent sobs. The whole world had gone mad. This was an evil dream, only it was one from which she would never awaken.She felt his clenched fist grip her hair, tug her face even higher. The pull on her hair made her open her mouth even wider. She knew Martin by now; knew he was crazy enough to carry out any threat. She had to submit to his desires, and so opened her mouth all the wider, fearful he would strangle her with his massive baton of flesh. In all her years married to him she had never seen him this enraged. It was as though his last bit of sanity was finally gone."You aren't getting off that easy," he snapped, letting his cock-head smear its substance across her open lips. "You'd just love for me to shove it in so you can think how unwilling you were and how I forced you. No deal, Junie-baby. You're going to put my cock in your mouth. You're going to reverently love it and lick it and make love to it. You're going to suck it for as long as your sucking pleases me. Now, take a good firm hold on it and start using that sweet tongue of yours."Her fright was immense. Even with his knees pressing her arms, she was able to move her forearms inward, and she finally began curling her long, slender fingers around the throbbing rod. She gripped the pulsating malebone a moment, holding it away from her face as if looking at it for the first time. Her lower jaw trembled as her eyes widened even more in shuddering terror. God! He was a maniac.