The Summer Kitchen

". . . please . . . please . .."

Then he opened my legs and shoved his face into my wet crouch, sucking each pussy lip into his warmth, biting them gently, then his tongue probing deeply. He bit my clit, slid his lips around it, and then trailed his tongue downward into my puckered anus. When he did that I cried out loud enough to alarm the neighbors! His mouth drove me crazy for another minute and then I flew apart at the seams, completely disintegrating. I screamed and screamed as I came - and came - and came.

Usually, after climaxing I was tender and had to rest. Twice was the most I'd ever cum in a single night, and I'd never experienced one of those multiple orgasms they write about in women magazines. All that went out the window with Ryan. I simply couldn't get enough. He ate me for a long time and it was almost a continuous climax from start to stop. At the end I was barely conscious of the fact that I was whimpering and moaning, clutching his head in my hands, pulling his face against me tighter. He finally stopped and I groaned in frustration, trying to drag his face back inside me.

From a distance I heard him chuckling, and through the slits of my eyelids I could see him hovering over me. Staring down on me I heard, "Beautiful," as he whispered to himself. He shifted his weight forward and I felt pressure as his cock-head pushed against the now tender lips of my vagina, seeking entry. I remember thinking, "This is finally it. I'm about to cheat." Then a burning pain as the wide head of his cock forced its way through my elastic opening.

In my mind I saw my vagina being ripped and torn as he forced his unbelievably thick penis inside me. The burning became unbearable, as my hands found his chest, trying to push him away. Effortlessly he captured them, pinning them to the table on each side of my head. I was helpless to do anything but submit to whatever he wanted. Strands of damp hair covered my eyes but I could see him staring down into my face as he slowly but relentlessly, forced more of his thick cock inside my tiny opening, pushing the walls of my vagina apart farther than they'd ever been. I now felt all the ridges and thick veins sliding against the tender walls of my vagina that had tasted so good, only moments before.

The pain was excruciating, causing me to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He was probably about halfway inside me when he suddenly released my hands and pushed my legs up, holding them in the crooks of his arms. That did it. The remainder of his thick cock easily slid all the way in, with little or no farther pain. I knew he was buried all the way because I felt it when he hit bottom.

Once there, he didn't move for a while, just holding it deep inside me flexing it once in a while. After a moment, I looked up and whispered, "Please."

He smiled softly, the most handsome man I'd ever seen. "You just keep saying that."

Making a small squishing sound from all my lubrication, he eased slowly out, his cock rubbing my clit, pulling my vagina's lining out, and then pushing it back in, doing the same until he hit my cervix again. His cock was so long it felt as if he would enter my tender womb. This was virgin territory. Joe had never been there. No one had. This slow fucking went on until I was ready to climb the walls. He lowered his face until it was close to mine, still staring at me.

I groaned in surrender, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring his sensuous lips down, opening my mouth, giving myself to him. It felt as if he was trying to eat my mouth and I loved it, taking his thick tongue, following it back inside his mouth with my own. He started hammering into me unmercifully, jarring my slender body each time he did. I didn't mind. I loved him using me this way. I slammed my belly up to meet each vigorous thrust.

My orgasm didn't arrive. It suddenly crashed into me, rocking my core until I screamed in wonder. He anxiously covered my mouth with his own to keep me quiet. I clutched his neck, wrapped my legs around him and tried to climb his muscular body as I shuddered and trembled under his driving cock, soaking it with my juices. I felt him stiffen, groan loudly and hot lava pouring into the deepest part of my body, as glob after glob of his sperm bounced off the walls of my vagina and splattered against my womb.

It was the most intense experience of my life. At some point, I think I blacked out for a bit. When I came back, I saw Ryan standing beside me, his thick wet cock dangling between his legs. He was cleaning himself with a dishtowel, grinning down at me like a wolf.

"I think I'm going to like this job," he said. "See you tomorrow."

I heard the door close behind him, leaving me alone. Well, what had I expected? Kisses and flowers? It wasn't like he had any real feelings towards me. I was just another piece of ass as far as he was concerned. How did I feel about that? I hadn't decided yet. He was all the man any woman could ever want. I wasn't sure if I even liked him very much, but I admit I adored him. One thing was for sure. Ryan had some kind of spell over me. Could a woman love two men at the same time? I didn't know, but that's how it felt.

Miserable, I sat on the edge of the table for a while, watching the pool of body fluids run off the edge of the table onto the floor. I'd have a mess to clean up before Joe came home. Joe! God, what had I been thinking? How would I act around him now? And that last remark by Ryan, about how he'd "see me tomorrow." I couldn't do this anymore. I'd tell Ryan when he arrived for work in the morning. It'd been a mistake and I'd put it behind me, move on. Ryan wouldn't be let inside my home again. At the thought of not being with Ryan anymore I felt a sharp blade slip into my stomach. Feeling gutted, depressed and lonely, I went to shower.

The next day was tough. I knew I couldn't just sit around and wait for my confrontation with Ryan. I'd probably do something stupid like standing at the kitchen window all day, trying to catch a glimpse of him. That wouldn't do at all. I took a shower, changed into shorts and halter top, and went out. I spent the whole day buying a pair of jeans, window shopping and sitting on a bench in the park. I didn't realize tears were streaming down my face until I heard a small boy saying, "Mom, why is that pretty lady crying?" The woman quickly dragged him away by the hand as I hurriedly looked for a handkerchief in my purse.

The pounding I'd taken from Ryan the previous day was never far from my mind, my panties stayed damp the entire day. Although in almost a constant state of arousal, none of the other good-looking men I encountered during my day, even entered my thoughts. I knew I had to stop thinking about him, and today I'd make sure he understood.

I arrived just as the crew was loading up to leave for the day. When Ryan walked out from the structure, I felt a ping in my stomach. He looked so good it hurt; cargo shorts, work boots and t-shirt, he shouldn't, but he did. I waited until Ryan went to his truck and tossed his charts inside an open window, and then met him in the back yard, half-way to my back door. I tried keeping it light as I said, "Well, it's really coming along fast."

He gave me that devastating grin of his. "Yeah, but it's the detail work that takes so long. We start that next week. I want to talk to you about the placement of the sink." He strolled inside the walls and I followed.

He pointed to the far wall. "Instead of putting it there where you have to look at your fence all day, why not move it to the inside wall, looking into your back yard. That's a much better view."

I could see he was right, agreeing instantly. From behind me I heard him saying, "I have some more papers to sign. Shall I bring them inside?" He sounded hopeful, eager.

I didn't turn around, staring unseeingly at my lawn. "Ryan, what happened yesterday was a mistake. It can't happen again. I'm almost ten years older than you, married to a decent man whom I love. I have two lovely children and a great home. I can't risk losing all that over a stupid fling. This stops, today."

"Too late," he said from behind me. I turned and saw he'd taken his stiff cock out, letting it protrude through his zipper. He went on. "It's been this way since yesterday. All I can think about is the way your sweet mouth felt."

"Oh Ryan . . . no . . ."

My mouth might have said no, but my traitorous feet moved of their own accord, meeting him halfway until I was standing with that magnificent cock poking against my belly button. Slipping his arms around me he crushed me against him and swallowed my mouth. He kissed me deeply for a long time until I felt I couldn't breathe and when I pulled back so that I could, I found myself whispering, "I love you. I do."

Without any request to do so, I slid down his body until I his cock was only inches from my face. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base, lovingly cupping his balls with the other. A silver droplet had already formed at its tip, so I licked it off, savoring the taste I'd so hungered for all day. Almost tenderly, I swallowed about half of the meaty thing, letting slight suction and my tongue tantalize him for a while.

His breath was coming harder and faster when I slid off his cock and licked my way down to his balls. I spent a few minutes nibbling, licking and sucking the loose skin around them, then lifted his rampant cock out of the way, and went underneath his balls to lick and nibble the little patch of skin found there. By the time I licked up the large vein to the head and swallowed until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, he was cumming like a volcano.

Load after load shot from his nuts into my throat, coating my mouth as I sucked frantically to swallow it all. Like before, he tangled his fingers in my hair and held me close as he face-fucked me relentlessly. Choking and gagging, struggling to breathe, almost to the point of panic, I fought against his hands as slobbers and semen ran freely down my chin. Despite the panic, I loved him treating me that way. As his load dwindled, I reached inside my waistband, sliding my fingers inside my pussy lips. As soon as they touched my clit, I exploded in a violent display of lights and colors.

At some point in my orgasm, he attempted to withdraw, but I held onto his nuts ferociously, making little whining sounds around the thick cock, completely devoid of any conscious thought. After I came down a little, he forced my mouth off his cock and stepped back.

"Jeeze, Baby. You are one greedy little cocksucker! You 'bout bit my cock off!"

On my knees, head down, hair hiding my tears, I finally looked up. I realized I must really look like a whore now, with my make-up ruined from the tears, cum and slobbers coating my face.

"I feel like a slut," I finally said.

"You're my slut, Baby. You belong to me. You may not know it, but you do."

"Can we go inside now?" I asked pitifully, hating the way I whined.

"Can't, Baby. I got a commitment tonight and gotta run or I'll be late for it."

"But . . . but . . . what about me?"

"You'll have to wait. It'll be all that much better for the wait. I promise you that!" He started away and then looked back. "I'll give the guys an early lunch break tomorrow. Leave the back door unlocked. Be on the bed naked and I'll find you. I want to fuck you in your husband's bed. If the door's locked I'll know you want me to just go away."

Crying softly, I remained on my knees long after hearing his truck drive away.

That night Joe asked if there was anything wrong, that I seemed a little detached. The girls were spending the night with a friend and this was usually a night we would engage in a little sexual play. After a few half-hearted attempts he finally decided to just watch TV. Sleep was a long time in coming, and when it finally did I slept fitfully.

I awoke the following morning determined not to be Ryan's plaything any longer. The back door would remain locked. That would be my answer. I took a shower, got into my robe and brewed a pot of coffee, resisting the urge to look outside to see if Ryan was visible. Finally, unable to fight it any longer, I peeked out the window and saw him, moving like a big sleek animal among his Mexican laborers. I saw that they seemed to really like him, laughing as he gave them directions. I understood that. I liked him too. He had that effect on people.

Around 11:45 I heard the crew preparing to take their lunch break. The back door was locked and I was determined it would remain so. I went into the bedroom and sit staring into the mirror at myself. I saw a pretty woman, her eyes haunted with some unknown hunger. I knew what that hunger was. As I heard the workers drive away I leaped to my feet and rushed into the kitchen. Through the window I saw Ryan already halfway to the house, nonchalantly strolling toward my back door.

I hastily flipped the lock and ran back into the bedroom. Dropping my robe on the floor, I crawled into the middle of the oversized bed and lay on my back. I heard the back door open and close, footsteps coming toward the bedroom, my heart hammering inside my chest. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting breathlessly for whatever was going to happen.

"Beautiful," I heard him breathe. "Like a sleeping princess."

I peeked through slit-eyelids and saw he was still dressed, just standing there appraising me. "Spread your legs," he ordered.

Keeping my eyes almost closed, I did as he asked.

"Spread your pussy so I can see if you missed me."

This was all new to me. Never had I done anything like it, but somehow, it excited me being so deviant. I spread my vagina lips apart with my fingers, feeling how slippery they'd become.

"Ah, yes. You did miss me. You're sopping wet."

I heard his clothes dropping as he discarded them and peeked again, seeing his cock, purple and angry-looking, its one eye staring back at me. My heart was racing like a freight train, my mouth dry as cotton, and I licked my lips to moisten them. I felt the bed move as he crawled up from the foot until he hovered over me. Locking his elbows, he braced himself over me, staring down at my face.

"So pretty," he muttered, and I felt a flush wash over me.

Lowering his head, his mouth closed over one nipple and I groaned aloud, arching my back. He worked that nipple for a while, sucking, licking, gently biting it. And then he moved to the other one, doing the same thing. By then I could hardly remain still, squirming, pushing my belly upward to rub against him. He kissed my lips softly and I opened them hungrily, seeking more. But he remained aloof, holding his tongue back, forcing me to lick his mouth and finally, beg.

"Please?"

Still not relenting, his mouth left mine, traveling downward, briefly toying with my nipples again, then down farther, licking my heaving belly to the pubic mound. I was almost out of control by then, squirming and heaving my body up to him, practically begging for his tongue. He took a long, agonizing time to skirt the fringe around my vagina, licking my thighs, biting them playfully.

"Please . . . please," I muttered.

He buried his face in my pussy and I arched upward, screaming. I came instantly, clawing at his hair, pulling his tongue deeper, grinding my groin against his stubble. Sobbing and thrashing, it went on for a very long time, and before it was even over, he buried his cock inside me all the way to the balls. Whether it was because I was so wet from thinking about it all day, or that he'd loosened me up with his big cock the last time he'd fucked me, this time was much easier. There was still some pain but the exquisite pleasure far outweighed that.

I felt the ridges and large veins on his penis forcing aside the inter lining of my vagina, rubbing across my clit, forcing its giant crown into the deepest parts of my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking the tongue he'd denied me earlier, clutching his body closer with my thighs, becoming one with the man who moved me as no other could. As my orgasm approached, I found myself whispering, "I love you . . . I love you . . . I love you . . ."

Then it hit - and I went berserk. It wasn't an orgasm that just came and went. This one stayed around, just one long continuous climax until I was sure I would die from it. At some point I felt Ryan release inside of me, groaning and shuddering as he emptied his balls deep in my womb. Even as he withdrew his fat deflating penis I still shivered with tiny climaxes until I felt it slide across my thigh, leaving a wet rail behind. A river of sticky white sperm gushed out of my gapping pussy, running into the crack of my anus and soaking the sheets under me.

After a while, Ryan's weight lifted from me and I was able to breathe a little better. I hadn't been able to get my breathing under control yet and was still unable to move. Ryan was beside me, also gulping air as he fought to regain his strength. Maybe we both dozed, but I finally felt Ryan stir, reached over and found his limp dick still sticky with our slime.

"Clean it up," he muttered tiredly. "I have to get back outside. The boys will be back soon."

I lifted up on my elbows and stared at him, not understanding at first, until he wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled my face close to his wet dick. "Clean it up."

Nasty and slimy, I took it into my mouth and sucked our juices from it until it was clean. It tasted better than it had looked. Once it was clean I just kept sucking it, feeling it stiffen a little inside my mouth. Ryan finally had to force my head away.

"Good hot damn, you do love to suck a cock, don't you? I'll bet you would live with a cock in your mouth all the time, if you could."

He was right. I'd love to go to sleep with his soft cock in my mouth, and wake up the same way. I sighed heavily, resentful that he didn't let me continue. "Just yours, darling. Just yours." I watched him leave without saying another word, so tired I finally drifted off to sleep.

Ryan came by every day the rest of the week, either during lunch or after work. We fucked in every room and position possible; in the kitchen, in our bedroom, doing it doggy style, then me on top, all of it. One time, he only let me suck him off and left, leaving me unfulfilled again until the following day. I was desperate by then, frantic for a fucking, and I think that's what he intended. I struggled to not let my secret life interfere with my family, and for the most part I think I succeeded.

On Friday after I rode him cowgirl style for almost an hour, we fell onto the bed exhausted. As we caught our breath, he said, "The guys heard you yesterday." He chuckled softly. "I think they all jerked-off in the porter-potty that afternoon."

I sit up and stared down at him. "What do you mean, 'heard me'?"

"You screaming and carrying on. You do get vocal, you know. After the third or fourth 'fuck me' they were paying attention."

Oh shit. All those men listening to me getting fucked by their boss! How would I ever face them again? Shit!

"I kind of felt sorry for 'em, listening to that and having to beat off. Maybe I should just bring them on in and let you take care of them?" he said.

"Damn you, Ryan. That's not funny."

"You love me, right? I own you. If I want you to do something, you'll do it. Right?"

I sit with my eyes down, hair hiding my face. After a while I whispered, "I do love you. I'd do anything for you."

I heard him chuckle softly. "Well I don't want you fucking some other man. You're mine. I hate the thoughts of you even fucking your old man."

"He's my husband. He has some rights here."

"I guess. Can he even feel your pussy now? Does he ever wonder why your pussy is so stretched?"