Nora felt as though her body was completely freed of any mental or physical resistance to pleasure, and she had thrilling sensations streaming from her cunt that she wanted, but couldn't understand at first. Then, Nora realized that Brett Stover's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed asshole. She sensed her embarrassment at being so open to a total stranger, but the idea of what was happening made her even more excited for its sheer obscenity. Nora kept thinking over and over that she was being fucked that she was finally being fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly pushed inside her tight, resisting shithole, the minute pain was nothing compared to the sensations of complete surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her pussy fucked into pieces by his enormous cudgel of throbbing cockflesh.
Nora's belly started jerking uncontrollably as she felt the huge head of his screwing cock swell up larger inside her cunt. She knew that it was going to start squirting out boiling sperm at any moment, but the growing spasms in her own twat were the center of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her entrails exploded all around by the hot, bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her twat. Then, suddenly Stover's fuckpole sank deeply inside her churning pussy and the huge head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms where she felt the first hot spew of cum fluid moving up the length of the long, thick pecker like a great roaring wave to burst out and crash searingly into her hot sucking fuckhole.
“Oh, dear Christ in Heaven! Oh, sweet mother of God!” Nora screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting pecker began to saturate her trembling pussy with hot, sticky sperm from his own orgasm. She could feel every drop of the gobby cum bursting out of the giant swollen cockhead and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole belly exploded in response to the pleasure he was giving to her.
She jammed her cunt as tightly as possible against the jerking whang inside her and her contracting fuckhole erupted with her own joyous climax.
“Eeeeeiiiggghhh!” Nora McCarthy's scream echoed around her head as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to a peak of delightful pleasure. Nora sank her fingernails into the back of the beloved stranger above her impassioned body and pulled him down hard against her heaving titties. She wanted to be smothered by his warm body, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot whang of pleasure at every tiny fuckhole of her body. She arched her spread asscheeks up to receive all of the squirting hot semen she could get and her own sticky, white twat-juice gushed up her contracting fuck passage over the jerking thick whang to spill out around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned asscheeks. It seemed to last an eternity until her body was completely drained of all its liquid.
Nora could still remember all of the special sensations that she had experienced that first time she was fucked. The wonderful feeling of their mixed juices running warmly across her asshole and down the cleft of her asscheeks to make a great pool on the bed, had stuck in her mind ever since. Of course, after that first day, Brett Stover had done many things to her that were all new, but for some reason that first fuck experience always stayed foremost in her mind. Perhaps it was because at that time, she didn't know he was a brutal creature as she had only known him for a few hours then and she had loved him. She had learned quickly about his demands on people, and even though she could never reject him when he visited her for a hot screw session, she resented the fact that she had become so dependent on him. She had disliked his wife, Margaret, from the start, but, in many ways, Nora could understand why Margaret had rejected him. It was, or course, ironic to Nora that Margaret was not only Brett, Junior's mother, but she also was more of his nursemaid than Nora had ever been. Nora quickly learned that at least inside their house, she was primarily responsible for being Brett, Senior's fuckhole and not a nursemaid for their son. Nora realized that Margaret didn't care how many affairs Brett, Senior had as long as he left her alone. And Margaret Stover was very careful to always lock her door at night. Nora accepted her position not so much out of sympathy for Margaret as for her own needs and she knew then that she had been caught up in a trap that led nowhere. When Brett, Second was in college, Stover Senior's visits to Nora became less and less frequent, then finally, they ceased altogether as Brett found younger girls to fuck with. For three years before Junior moved into his own home on Long Island and Nora went with him as his wife's personal maid, she didn't see the older Brett at all. She knew that it had been Margaret's plan for her to go to work at Junior's home, but Senior didn't stop the move since he had no more need or desire for her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had developed an intense loyalty to Brett Stover, Senior even though she no longer loved him. She was very conscious of it and if at any moment he had a demand of her, she would gladly and willingly do it.
Now, she glanced at her watch. The party wasn't until nine and it was only seven-forty-five. Nora had time to see Jack O'Hara, the chauffeur at the house next to hers. Nora stopped the car as she became aware of having driven past the entrance to the Hewitt's, Jack's employers, while daydreaming about the past. Turning in her seat to back the car down the narrow road to the driveway, she felt the dampness at her cunt. Her thoughts had made her excited and so she hurried along the drive that took her to the Hewitt home and to Jack. She wanted him to fuck her right away. Her daydreaming combined with the week of not seeing Jack made her more anxious than she had realized.
The Hewitt house was set well back on the property as most houses were. It was a large, rambling structure that appeared to have been built so as not to disturb the surrounding trees. She turned the car toward a building that was obviously the garages, and she could see the stairs up the side of the building which led to the apartment above, just as Jack had described it to her.
As Nora parked the car, Jack appeared at the top of the stairs and she got out and ran up to greet him. Jack was a couple of years older than her and had been a bachelor all his life. He was rather set in his ways, as he had been in the Army for years before he retired to become a civilian. He only resigned because he had put the necessary time in to collect a pension and then had met Andrew Hewitt through a mutual friend. The job that Andrew offered him sounded ideal to Jack and he had quickly put in his retirement papers.
“How do you like my new quarters?” Jack said, motioning around.
“Looks like more work to me!” Nora replied smiling. She knew it was the location that Jack was talking about, but she kidded him anyway.
“Shit, you know I never have much to do, anyway!” he said seriously. He held the door to his quarters open and motioned to her to go inside.
Nora was always surprised at how immaculate Jack kept his place, but she hadn't expected it to be as nice as it was. The place was like a one bedroom apartment, but Jack had it fixed up to look like the inside of an army bunkroom. On the polished table was waiting a bottle of chilled Cold Duck and two glasses were placed neatly beside it.