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-=[ The Will Of Instinct ]=-
Driving up the picturesuqe Western Washington coastline along Highway 4,
Bonnie Kloster looked over her left shoulder at the mighty Pacific as
it crashed relentlessly against the jagged shoreline. The 31 year old
registered nurse felt an odd kinship with the shoreline as she watched
wave after furious wave take a toll on the rocky land that was unable
to defend itself. The terrible irony of not being able to defend
oneself from the nonstop flow of 'waves' clearly hit Bonnie right in
the gut as she drove home to Aberdeen.
Five months pregnant and alone in her car, Bonnie relished these rare
moments to herself where she could contemplate her future without her
pager going off, her husband, Jarrett, going off or her 5 year old son
going off. Bonnie felt a bitter taste seep into her mouth as she
silently asked herself if this was the time or place to bring another
child into, then she felt an awkward private guilt when she didn't
readily dismiss the question.
It was a cool late September Sunday evening around dusk as the 31 year
old woman let the cruise control of her Toyota Camry take her home to
her 5 year old son and husband of 8 years. Looking down at the digital
clock on the car's radio, Bonnie hummed along to a country song ,
seeing it was a quarter to 8.
"I'll be home by nine," Bonnie sighed to herself, almost disgustedly,
realizing it would be back to the same 12 hour a day grind at work, 6-8
hours a day of being a faithful wife and mother, all that added to the
stress of carrying out her second pregnancy. Bonnie Kloster felt as if
she was headed towords a serious crisis in her life.
____________________________________
It had in many ways been the best and most enjoyable weekend in along
time for Bonnie. Attending her youngest sister, Marleene's, wedding had
given Bonnie the chance to catch up with her family and several friends
she hadn't seen in way too long. Eventhough she had to deflect
questions at every turn about why her husband Jarrett had decided not
to come, the weekend as a whole had gone a long way towards recharging
Bonnie's batteries.
Noticing the gas needle on the dash say she was down to about an eighth
of a tank, Bonnie made the decision that running out before she got
home was not the way she wanted to finish up what had been such an
uplifting few days. In that moment, Bonnie decided to turn off at the
next exit and get enough fuel to guarentee she'd get home safely.
Numb with the symptoms of "highway hypnosis", Bonnie slowly wheeled her
car down the exit ramp and found the first gas station she could on the
outskirts of South Bend, about 45 minutes from home. Pulling into the
Conoco station, Bonnie decided she should probably give Jarrett a call
to to let him know she was less than an hour away and she could also
say goodnight to her young son before his bedtime.
_____________________________________
As she pumped her gas, Bonnie's mind fluttered between her problems at
home and how good she felt after seeing her little sister get married.
Bonnie felt her insides warm seeing how undeniably happy Marleene had
looked after the preacher had announced her and her groom 'man and
wife'. Bonnie didn't have the nerve to break it to her sister that she
should relish the day because there were so many potential landmines in
thier future that anyone would shudder at the thought. Still, Bonnie
told herself that it just was jealousy talking, just because the bloom
was off her marriage didn't mean that her sister might not live happily
ever after. More than anything else, Bonnie missed the passion and
giddyness in her relationship that the married couple seemed to have as
they embarked on thier honeymoon earlier that day.
After eight years of marriage, a five year old with a learning
disability, two jobs that kept Bonnie and Jarrett from spending any
meaningful time together along with the normal financial and
personality issues that any relationshiop had, it had created a very
passionless and monotonous existance for the two. Even the presense of
a second, allbeit unplanned, baby on the way was greeted as an added
complication rather than the blessing that both knew it should be.
Early on in the pregnancy, Bonnie was unable to bring herself to have an
abortion before she told Jarrett the child was growing inside of her.
Now 5 months into it, Bonnie was left with the daily handwringing of
whether to have the baby and keep it or to put it up for adoption.
As the handle of the gas pump clicked off telling her her tank was full,
Bonnie felt the warm traces of a stream of tears wash from the corner
of her left eye and down her cheek. Poking her head into the car to get
a tissue to compose herself, Bonnie scanned the station property until
her eyes fixed upon where the payphone was, surprisingly far away and
secluded from the actual store itself. At least 100 yards from where
she was parked she guessed.
Dabbing at the tears running down her cheek, Bonnie could feel the sting
from the backslap she received from her husband a few days earlier
right in the same tender place. Jarrett and Bonnie had fought over
whether or not he was going to go to the wedding with her that weekend.
Bonnie had desperatly wanted to show a united front and have him at her
side but Jarrett was deadset on staying home and doing a few things
with his friends from work that weekend. A culmination of other little
things had combined and exploded as they argued and out of nowhere,
Jarrett had slapped his wife right across the face with the back of his
hand. He had later apologized but the damage was done, it was the first
time he had ever struck her and by forgiving him, Bonnie knew the
pattern well enough from her medical training to know he would probably
do it again at some point.
What Bonnie was also in denial about was the circumstances of her
pregnancy. The child growing in her belly was not exactly their love
child.
Seven months earlier, Jarrett Kloster had quit his job under an
undetermined cloud that he still hadn't discussed with his wife.
Through the she said/she said function of the social grapevine in the
her neighborhood, Bonnie had learned that her husband 'may' have had an
affair with a secretary at his firm and in the process, gotten her
pregnant.
When $350 mysteriously disappeared around that time from thier family
bank account and a few days later Jarrett quit his job abruptly, Bonnie
was able to put two and two together when she saw the suspected
secretary at the local Walmart...and the secretary showed no signs of
being pregnant anymore.
In the twisted logic of trying to save her marriage, Bonnie had then
neglected to tell her husband that she had stopped taking her birth
control pills. When Jarrett staggered home one night drunk from his
friend's house, Bonnie had let him fuck her to completion and then a
few weeks later, Bonnie discovered that she was, in fact, pregnant.
When Jarrett found his Bonnie had conceived thier second child, the mood
in the marriage had completly deteriorated and Jarrett had not touched
her once sexually since, eventhough the hormones in her body made her
libido as sharp and pulsing as ever.
Seeing her sister and new husband so into each other all weekend made
Bonnie blush longingly as she thought about the fun the two must be
having as they enjoyed thier honeymoon together.
Taking a $20 inside the store to pay for her gas, Bonnie also decided to
buy a calling card so she could call Jarrett on the payphone to tell
him she'd soon be home and that she was OK.
"Is that the closest phone?" Bonnie asked the young clerk , pointing out
to the dingy booth 100 yards away from the store.
The young boy nodded his head and said "Yes," as he counted back
Bonnie's change.
"Wow, why so far away from the store?" She inquired pleasantly.
"We get a lot of bad elements around here..mostly just to use the phone
and bathrooms...its just to keep them as far away from the store as
possible," came the kid's nonchalant and well practiced answer.
"Ohhhh," Bonnie replied. "I guess that little building out there are the
rest rooms Huh?"
"UhhhHuhhh," The clerk replied as he started to wait on the next
customer in line.
As Bonnie clutched her calling card in one hand and purse in the other,
she realized with the baby pressing against her insides that she would
need to take a pee break before returning home and she also knew she
better call home as well. "All righty " she said to herself, turning on
a dime in the parking lot. "Hell, I'll just walk over there, I need the
exercise and besides, there isn't anyone else over there right now."
Waddling slowly over to the phone, Bonnie placed her hands on her belly
as she made her way over to call home. She always seemed to get a clear
and refreshing sense of calm each time she connected with the fetus
growing inside her womb. Nearing the secluded phone booth, Bonnie felt
first twinge of nervousness about her situation when a car slowly
turned into the Conoco station and eased across the concrete lot until
it parked no more than 25 feet from where the only phone rested.
Not wanting to stare, Bonnie tried her best to focus on scratching off
the wax that covered the phone card access number with her fingernails
as she eased up to the open air phone booth. Stealing a glance or two
to her right as she pressed the numbers on the keypad, Bonnie just
couldn't make out the face of the person driving the large, mid 70's
American gas guzzler parked right beside her. All she could make out in
her hasty attempt to satisfy her curiousity was the orangish glow of a
lit cigarette as it's owner rested it against the top of the steering
wheel in the early evening rural Washington darkness.
"Hello," The gruff voice on the other end answered before the phone had
even rang once. The suddeness of the greeting, if you want to call it
that, momentarily surprised Bonnie as she tried to collect her jumbled
thoughts.
"H..H..Hi..its me Hon....,' Bonnie tentativly told her husband.
"You OK," Jarrett asked emotionlessly, before Bonnie could even finish
her question.
"Ye...ye..yeah...I'm fine," Bonnie stuttered, then asked about her son.
"I should be home in an hour...How's Jason?"
The pregnant pause that it took Jarrett to answer his wife's simple
question and the subtle way he slurred his words when he did told
Bonnie all she needed to know. Jarrett had been drinking again.
She knew he wasn't to the point of being completly drunk yet, but he was
far enough along where his mood swings would be grossly unpredicatable.
"Kid's somewhere around...he's fine," Jarrett finally replied.
Bonnie bit her tongue, not wanting to start an argument that she surely
would have to finish when she got home in an hour.
"All righty then..I should be home in less than an hour..tell Jason that
Mommy loves him and she'll be home to tuck him in to bed soon," Bonnie
said, trying to show as much restraint as possible.
Again a long awkward silence floated like a storm cloud between the two
until Bonnie heard the sloshing sound of Jarrett taking the beer bottle
away from his mouth and swallowing.
"OK," Jarrett answered simply, in a modified belch.
As Bonnie struggled for the best way to end the conversation with her
husband, she accidentally looked over her right shoulder and saw that
the car that had pulled up beside her no longer had anyone in it.
Nervously turning and facing forward, Bonnie felt the miniscule worry
that had nested in her gut all of the sudden start to fizz like an
antacid realizing the driver of the car was unaccounted for.
Trapped in the awkward silence of the conversation with her husband,
Bonnie felt the darkness suddenly become that much darker around her as
the primal part of her brain made her desperatly feel the need to pan
her head around to find the faceless driver.
Hemming and hawing with Jarrett, who was silent on the other end, Bonnie
finally felt the cold dagger of her husband's words pierce her
eardrums. "Who are you with?"
The numbing tone of insinuation in his voice made Bonnie bristle with
anger as she fought the urge to slam the phone down. After all, he had
been the one to lose his job because of his extended indiscression with
a young secratary at the firm. And since that had happened, Jarrett had
felt the need to displace his guilt by accusing Bonnie of doing the
same thing, even going as far as implying that her current pregnancy
was the result of an affair on her part.
Knowing it was mainly the alcohol along with his insecurity talking,
Bonnie did her best to ignore his accusation. The part that really
bothered her though was that she knew that Jarrett had probably spent
all weekend filling her son's head with all kinds of bad things about
what his mommy had done.
In her disgust with her spouse, Bonnie had forgotten all about what was
going on around her and never heard the stranger that had been driving
the car as he slowly walked up behind her at the secluded payphone.
Trying to keep her composure with her inebriated husband, the 31 year
old pregnant woman didn't know the stranger was there until she smelt
the exhaust coming off his Kool filter cigarette behind her.
"Look Jarrett...I gotta go..somebody else here needs to use the phone,"
Bonnie hissed, grinding her teeth together. hoping the guy behind her
didn't hear her.
"BULLSHIT!" Jarrett drunkenly yelled through the phone, loud enough so
that even the guy patiently smoking his cigarette behind Bonnie could
hear. "You ain't at any payphone Bitch..I could hear the cars and
trucks going by if you were!"
Bonnie was tempted to try and logically explain that the phone booth was
secluded off the road, but deciding logic was the last thing Jarrett
could handle hearing in his present condition, she was left helpless
but to stand there with the stranger looking on trying to end her
conversation with her husband.
__________________________________
The man standing behind Bonnie had in fact stopped to use the phone as
well. As he stood there patiently finishing his smoke, he was close
enough to the woman that each time he exhaled, the smoke tinged and
bourbon soured warmth of his breath swept across the back of Bonnie's
short red hair. Watching her intently from behind, the strange man
sized up Bonnie the same way he would have done any women in that
position. It wasn't so much that the nameless man was a preditor, he
simply pursued things in life that made him happy and often the thrill
of the chase turned out to be greater than the kill itself.
Easily sensing the undeniable tension oozing from Bonnie's body as she
tried calming her husband through the receiver, the stranger found
himself dropping his spent cigarette butt to the concrete below and
smashing it out with the heel of his muddy brown work boot. Stepping
forward, the man behind Bonnie was suddenly within arms reach.
Mid 30's he guessed, a little heavyset eventhough she was gifted with a
slim frame. "Age setting in," he surmissed from behind.
Probably a school teacher or a care giver of some sort he nameless man
decided from the authoritative but Motherly way she carried herself.
Looking at her left hand as it strained against the side of the phone
booth, the stranger could see the gold wedding band glimmer on her
finger and guessed by the halted and frustrated tone of her breathing
that it must be her husband on the other end of the line. From the way
the woman kept her shoulders square, the keen observer behind her could
tell she had a clear sense of self esteem but from the way she rocked
back and forth like somebody who was invisible bound, he could tell she
wasn't having one of her most comfortable moments in life.
It was very simple for him to see Bonnie wasn't enthralled with her
current lot in life and not thinking clearly, in the wild she would be
considered very easy prey.
___________________________________
Bonnie felt as if her temples were locked in a vice. Her husband Jarrett
mumbled on and on with his drunken tirade as Bonnie tried her best to
jump in and defend herself. Interjecting herself proved to be as
difficult however as jumping onto a rapidly spinning carousel at a
amusement park.
She was so preoccupied with the choas surrounding her husband, Bonnie
didn't realize just how close the stranger behind her had gotten until
he actaully reached out and touched her.
"Ohhh..GGGOOODDD," Bonnie gasped in a voice she barely recognized as her
own. It was a voice so out of character for her that even in his
inebriated state, Jarrett paused to see what had come over his wife.
For a brief moment, Bonnie had thought she had just imagined the touch,
maybe it was just the wind or the phone cord. When she clearly felt the
equal pressure of five fingertips moving in unison against the small of
her back however, Bonnie's entire body desperatly tensed as if she had
been speared.
With the phone receiver in a death grip in her right hand, and the side
panel of the phone booth clutched in her left Bonnie rapidly moved her
lips trying to make a plea, but no sound came out.
Then the awkward silence that hung heavily in the air was finally
broken when Jarrett Kloster continued his insensitive verbal assault
against his wife.
"Damn Bitch..who the Hell are you with?" Jarrett asked bitterly.
"I don't... know..I don't...I.....," Bonnie whispered weakly as the
man's touch behind her got heavier and more insistant.
Then Jarrett interrupted once again. "Bonnie...I'm gonna hang this phone
up right now and I'm gonna call your Mom and your Dad and you know
what....I gonna tell them I married the biggest whore in the state of
Washington...yeah....you go away all weekend..leave your husband and
your kid at home...even runnin' around fuckin' pregnant...your probably
fucking a guy or two at every rest stop on the way home aren't ya'
Bitch!"
"Please..Noooooo...mmmm...nnnoooooo," Bonnie pleaded for him to come to
his senses. "I'm ...I'm..I'mmm..."
"You're a slut....that's what you are," Jarrett finished her sentence
coldly.
____________________________________
So close now behind Bonnie's ear, the darkly tanned stranger could hear
every biting word coming out of Jarrett Kloster's mouth towards his
wife. The stranger could also feel Bonnie's trembling, terrible
reaction to those words as he held her by the base of her spine. He
could clearly make out every nasty and awful thing that creeped out of
Jarrett Kloster's mouth as he looked down on Bonnie, sizing her up from
head to toe, not buying at all that she was that type of woman her
husband was describing.
The stranger had plenty of experience trying to decipher the drunken
ramblings of aquantinces over the years and even he was having a hard
time making any sense of Jarrett Kloster's tirade. Still, what he did
clearly understand however was the effect it was having on the woman in
front of him. He was watching a proud and strong woman literally hit
rock bottom emotionally right in front of his eyes under the
bombardment of her husband's addiction and insecurities.
Moving his hand a little lower, down over Bonnie's rounded, child
bearing hips, the stranger flexed all five of his fingers outwards
until almost all of Bonnie's behind was covered.
With his left hand still free, the stranger raised his arm upwards and
then let his hand fall gently across Bonnie's left hand that was still
clutching the side of the phone booth. As her hand disappeared
underneath his, the stranger held his breath waiting for the woman he
was approaching to retreat or perhaps scream out violently.
It was a reaction that never came.
Instead, all that escaped Bonnie's mouth was a weak "AAAHHH," as her
upper lip trembled the same way it always did anytime she got flushed
and confused.
Still, Jarrett continued with his angry and cruel accusations."You want
me to tell our son what a slut he has for a mother..HUH..he standing
right here in the hallway...I guess I'll just have to tell him that
Mommy will be home to tuck him in after she's blown every guy at the
truck stop...Is that OK..Baby?"
"NNNOOOOOO," Bonnie whimpered, both in the direction of her husband and
his acidic accusations and also towards the probing stranger behind her
who was moving forth with his carnal manifest destiny.
Kneading his right hand in the material of Bonnie's loose fitting black
flowing skirt, the mysterious man worked Bonnie's dress up until he was
able to wrok his right hand into the crevice of her ass until her white
cotton panties acted as a weeggie between her jiggly pale asscheeks.
Snaking his fingers forward, the stranger finally felt the front
elastic rim of the married woman's underwear.
Holding her left hand tightly in his, he could feel Bonnie's muscles
quiver as her ass awkwardly worked against his manipulations.
Looking over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, the tall,
imposing man that was hiding Bonnie in front of him with his sheer size
was pleased to see no one had focused on what was happening at the out
of the way payphone. Satisifed in his secrecy, the stranger once
against turned his interest back towards Bonnie as he sensed her
internal emotions begin to bubble over.
"GGAAWWDDD....AAAHHHHH," the stressed married woman finally let go
audibly.
It was as if someone had let a heat seeking vibrator loose inside of her
crotch when the strapping stranger started working his probing fingers
like rampent, twitching electrical wires all over her pussy through her
sheer moistened panties. A few moments after starting his rapid
violation of Bonnie's feminine fleece, the stranger felt his hand
become bathed in sticky, liquod fire. It was as if someone had turned
on the hot water knob and his long digits were becoming saturated under
the faucet.
As he continued to rapidly stimulate Bonnie's sloppy pussy with his
right hand, he could feel Bonnie's body start to jerk in front of him
as if she was receiving electrical shocks. Lowering his left hand off
of hers to place on her chest and torso to steady her, suddenly the
stranger made a completly surprising discovery.
When his left hand slid over top of the healthy swells of Bonnie's
breasts, he was greeted with the unmistakable roundness of Bonnie's
pregnant belly. Letting his hand wedge between Bonnie's stomach and the
front of the payphone, he massaged his fingers across Bonnie's rounded
belly trying to convince himself what he was feeling was real. "Damn,"
He gasped internally, "I'm feelin' up a pregnant chick while she's
arguing on the phone with her husband..and she's letting me."
The stranger gained a strange sense of arousal and conquest massaging
the product of Bonnie and Jarrett's love as he continued to snake his
drenched fingers all around the outer rim of Bonnie's dripping pussy.
Trained as a nurse, Bonnie had developed the ability to organize and
delegate during stressful, chaotic situations. Trying desperatly to
process the perilous situation she was currently in, trapped between
her husband on the phone that had completly lost control and the
strange man behind her that had completly taken it, Bonnie literally
felt the gears inside her head grinding to a halt. After all, if she
pleaded with the man exploring her to stop it would be an unavoidable
admission to Jarrett that she was involved sexually with someone. There
was no way in Jarrett's present state however that Bonnie could ever
explain the circumstances to him and have him believe her.
She also knew she couldn't run away, not in her present condition and
even if she tried to scream, the cotton like sensation in her mouth
gave her the reasonable belief that option would do no good as well.
Her options to flee nonexistant and her mind on the verge of shutting
down, Bonnie's inner lust was still very much alive however. The fact
that she could feel the splash of her arousal each time her bare thighs
smacked together made that impossible to ignore.
Feeling the faceless man's hand tightly but gently massage her pregnant
belly, Bonnie felt her feet subtly lift off the ground each time the
stranger intensified his pressure. When the insistant man lowered his
arm down over her rounded stomach and let it drop over her waist and
ever closer to her hairy pubic V, the sinewy muscles of his arm felt
like a Boa Constrictor to Bonnie as it slithered down her front.
Now suddenly, Bonnie's temples weren't the only things that felt like
they were caught in a vice. As the stranger lowered his left hand to
join his right exploring Bonnie's tender, aroused pussy, the hapless
married woman felt her entire pent up sexual being getting the squeeze
as well.
"OOOHH......DEARRRR....AAAHHHGGGAAWWDDDDD, " Bonnie gurgled as her light
brown pupils rolled back in her head. Her husband's voice now had
taken on a tone in her ears of shock and confusion bit with each
passing moment, anything Jarrett Kloster had to say drifted far far
away from where the towering stranger was taking her.
"SSSSHHHHHHHHEEEEZZZZZZ," Bonnie gasped as she gritted her teeth
together into the telephone receiver, feeling like she would explode
under the unforgiving touch of the man's two strong, rough hands.
With the hard plastic of the phone receiver deeply wedged between the
side of her head and her right shoulder, Bonnie instinctively reached
out with both arms to catch herself as she collapsed against the front
of the phone itself. Bonnie felt her feet jitter off the ground each
time the stranger wickedly massaged all 10 of his fingers across the
greasy slick surface of her already seeded loins. With a myraid of
color filling her visual field, Bonnie was unaware that she was also
spreading her legs further apart so that the man behind her would have
even easier access to the place she hadn't shared with another man
since her wedding day.
Desperatly gasping for air, Bonnie could smell the man behind her as the
rich pungeny of his sweaty fragrance mixed with the heavy dose of the
cologne that he was wearing. She could sense his imposing presense
behind her, and she guessed that he stood easily a foot taller than she
did because of the way his hot breath cascaded down on her short red
hair from above.
Suddenly Bonnie was so overtaken by stimulation, she succumb to her
lust. Feeling her knees give way, Bonnie let gravity take hold until
her knees were solidly planted on the dusty ground below at the feet of
the man violating her.
_____________________________________
As the pleasant disbelief mounted in his mind watching the way the
married pregnant woman became puddy in his arms, the stranger kept up
his furious finger fucking motions until he could eagerly roll Bonnie's
clit between his fingers like an oily marble.
"That's it Baby..That's right...let your husband on the phone there know
that his slut knows what she likes," the stranger grunted cockily into
Bonnie's left ear.
Bonnie had sunk to her knees as if she was trapped in quick sand between
his faded blue jean clad legs. Bending down slightly to keep his hands
buried inside Bonnie's cunt under the cover of her long black dress,
the relentless man continued to pinch and seesaw his digits across the
married woman's heated and hairy slit.
Bonnie yelped out from the sensation of the stranger's virile and
maddening conquest of her genitals. Sensing Bonnie couldn't do it
herself, he took the phone receiver from her ear and simply let it go
so that it dangled limply beside the two as Jarrett Kloster contiuned
imploring his wife Bonnie to answer his accusations through the phone.
Feeling the stranger standing over top of her like she was a helpless
child, Bonnie worked her hips in rolling circles as her bare knees
grinded hard on the dirty ground below. It looked as if Bonnie was
getting fucked doggy style as she worked her pussy fertively against
the man's sopping wet fingers. When she felt his wrist smack against
the blood gorged lips of her vagina, Bonnie knew the man had entered
her completly with one hand while the other blindingly whizzed across
her clitoris until she literaly looked like a dazed marionette in his
arms.
Bonnie had always been taught to be a lady and that a good wife and
mother never gave in to the carnal cravings she was now having
unleashed. There on her knees, at an out of the way payphone, half
naked and pregnant with a complete stranger forcefully fucking her with
both hands while her husband cursed her on the receiver dangling down
no more than 6 inches away, Bonnie Kloster admitted to herself that
maybe she was the slut Jarrett had accused her of being all along. And
Damn did it feel good!
____________________________________
>From his experience with the various women in his past, the stranger
easily detected the telltale signs that Bonnie was on the verge of
losing herself. It was painfully obvious from her conversation with her
husband that her marriage had been stripped of every last bit of
passion. He surmissed correctly that the only joy the married woman in
his arms ever got anymore was from her own fingers. Now two hands, both
much more powerful and aggresssive than hers, had found thier way into
her secret garden.
Rotating his right thumb backwards towards Bonnie's rear, the aggressor
was easily able to slip his first two fingers deep inside Bonnie's
vaccuming cunt while his thumb snuck between her soft white asscheeks
until the tip of his thumb dipped into Bonnie's tight quivering anus.
"YEEESSS," he spat into Bonnie's ear from behind when he felt the
woman's rectal muscles start to constrict against his violation. "Fight
it off all you want baby..that pussy of yours is so greasy right
now..all that cum your pussy lets out will flow right down your crack
and into that cheery ass."
Flexing his hand ever so subtly, he was able to force his fingers deeper
into Bonnie's saturated pink cunt the same time his thumb nudged deeper
into her slowly opening asshole.
He looked down at the married woman's brow and smiled wickedly seeing
how the beads of sweat danced right above her slot machine-like
eyelids.
Forcing Bonnie closer to the payphone wall, the stranger regailed in the
sight of Bonnie's erect nipples poking out and rubbing softly against
the metal base of the phone well, growing larger with every stroke
across the cold metal.
"That's right you little slut..make your daddy happy and cum all over
his hand while he's got his thumb stuck up your ass..come on
Baby.....fuck me back Bitch....COME ON!!" He urged roughly.
"OOOHHHHGGGEEEZZZZZZ...AAAAHHHH....AAAHHHH..AAAHHHH, "the pregnant woman
groaned as if she was going through a labor of a toally different sort,
trying to give birth to her first real orgasm in over 10 months.
"OOOOHHHH....EEEEE......AAAAHHHHH......MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....GGGAAAWW
WDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, Bonnie cried in complete submissive release as her whol
e face and torso convulsed wildly under the stranger's ruthless and pote
nt assault. Finally Bonnie Kloster could take no more and began cumming
right on the stranger's rough hands, there on her knees in a gravelly pa
rking lot at a secluded payphone while her husband sat at the other end
of the line at thier home, hearing everything.
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Watching Bonnie shake violenly as if she was a fish flopping on a
shoreline, the mysterious man kept his fingers buried to the hilt
inside Bonnie's pussy and his thumb pressed snugly over top of the
tight orafice of her asshole until he was sure every orgasmic bit of
energy had flowed out of the woman cowering at his knees. Focusing on
Bonnie's spastic body language like a fascinated student, it appeared
Bonnie was like a windup doll winding down after a grueling round of
play.
As the pregnant woman began going limp, the stranger slowly started to
pull his right hand free from the crevice of Bonnie's genitalia until
his drenched white hand emerged from underneath Bonnie's black cotten
dress. His whole hand, including the area above the wrist was covered
in a messy mixture of feminine cum and reddish pubic hair as he pulled
it free. Taking his soiled hand, he gently raised it towards Bonnie's
throat and massaged the gnape of her neck with it while he satisfiedly
kissed her right on the top of the head.
With his free hand, the man took the phone receiver that was dangling
free and hung it up, thus ending Jarrett Kloster's direct line to his
wife's infidelity. ____________________________________
Feeling his manhood still straining the insides of his blue jeans, he
looked down at the gasping and spent woman still kneeling between his
legs and decided to empty his balls right across her ashen face.
Reaching down and unzipping his fly, he had to struggle to fish out his
already rigid cock before gaining control of it and letting it smack
crudely across her sweaty cheek with a loud thud.
Looking up at the phone penpad as his cock twitched right in front of
Bonnie's glazed eyes, he proceeded to dial the number of the friend he
had orginally stopped to call.
As the phone rang, Bonnie's new lover looked down at her and mouthed the
words "Suck it" a couple of times until he saw her unhinge her mouth
trying to fit his long vieny erection inside her parched gullet.
Feeling Bonnie's exaspirated breath coat his throbbing cock as it slid
between her lips, the dark stranger couldn't contain his lust for any
longer than a few seconds before rapidly firing off his eruption,
sending jism rippling against the back of Bonnie's throat. Thrusting
his hips forward, milking it for all it was worth, the stranger lowered
his hand to Bonnie's jerking head and held it steady as he slipped his
cock free from her mouth and let his remaining ejaculate soil the
married woman's chin and neck, leaving a sticky trail of evidence for
her to take home and prove that everything her husband had said about
her had been true.
When his friend on the other end of the line finally answered, the
stranger laughed and made small talk for a few moments, relishing the
feel of his savage orgasm, until the spark of a carnal idea bristled
through the twisted synapses of his brain.......
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