Stretching It Out update

Reed allowed his face to curdle with disgust. It was hard to do to Sue, but he knew she needed the condemnation—the humiliation she so envied Camila and Lili. “Deep down inside, you really are a whore.”

“Yes, that’s what I am! A whore!” Sue threw herself into him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. “Oh God, Reed, I’m a whore!”

Reed held back, much as he wanted to touch her. He could see she was relishing being able to play-act all this. “At least you admit it now. Why couldn’t you when we were in bed? Why’d you make me have to go to these loose women to enjoy myself?”

“Noo!” Sue wailed. “Reed, no, please, I never meant to! I tried to let it out, I truly did, but I could never talk myself into… into…” She buried more tears in his bare chest, her nails tightening into his skin. “Reed, these girls… you’ll stop, won’t you? Now that you’ve tried them, you’ll come back to me, you love me…”

“I do love you, Sue. But I don’t love fucking you. Frankly, if I weren’t so concerned about your emotional well-being, I’d ask you to stay and watch the next time I use these sluts. Maybe you’d learn something about actually pleasing a man instead of just boring him.”

The words were like a whip inside Sue’s mind, stimulating a secret, shameful pleasure she could barely take. She had a need to hear more, to be burnt out until she was totally destroyed. “Maybe… maybe we could set them up in an apartment… somewhere out of the way… and you could visit them discreetly…”

“I’ll be putting them up in the Baxter Building,” Reed informed her. “I want them close by in case I need to sate my urges. Just thinking about them has me needing them all over again. They’re damned good; better than you’ll ever be!”

“Oh, Reed!” Sue gasped, her breasts on fire, her nipples standing up until they could be seen through her costume.

“Either one of them is ten times the bang you are!”

Her fingers kneaded his flesh—the rubbing curiously seemed to go with the tingling she felt in her own body. “I… I understand you feeling that way. Actually enjoying sex must’ve been a revelation. But how did you know they’d be so much better than me? What made you try them out?”

“Better than you? How could they not be?” Reed laughed scornfully. “You’re an iceberg, Sue. You’re so ashamed of this whorish side of you that you go too far the other way. There’s nothing enticing about you. You’re dull, boring, barely a woman at all! All you’ve managed with your beauty is to fool people about how much of a whore you are. Well, not being a whore still isn’t much of a compliment!”

The tingling flowed through Sue, inflaming her. She was turned on already, but this was the beginning of being totally out of control. For some perverse reason, Reed’s derisiveness was having a seductive impact on her body. She was consumed with lust, wanting Reed more than ever now that he’d spurned her. She wanted his love, wanted his cock, wanted to be fucked.

I’m a whore, aren’t I? she thought suddenly. Nothing but a whore and I’m ready to admit it. At least whores get fucked. It was enough before to just watch, but now I need what he gave to them, now I need to be used like a real woman!

Her hand made a tiny circle on top of his stomach, then another, then another. She rubbed gently, coaxingly, dipping her hand lower until it was just about to where the sheet was draped over his waist.

Reed looked down at her hand, trying to hide the wild anticipation in his eyes. “You can’t help yourself now, can you? You’re the worst of both worlds. A whore and a prude. A prude would be content with watching what I did to those two girls, but you’re actually aroused by my cheating on you. Now you need the same thing, don’t you? Would that salve your ego? If these two sluts woke up to find me fucking you even harder than I gave it to them?”

“Yes!” Sue moaned desperately. “Oh God, Reed, please… let me be a whore!”

“What?” Reed asked incredulously, forced to break character by sheer disbelief. “Did you say what I thought you said? Did I hear you asking to get fucked?”

“Yes, Reed! Oh please! Don’t you dare fuck those girls anymore until you’ve worn me out! I don’t care if you ruin my pussy! Just don’t stop! Don’t stop until I’m full of your precious cum!”

Her hand moved under the sheet, moved down his pelvis. The wiry bristle of pubic hair, the seething heat of his groin. Pure lust rippled through Sue at what her hand approached. She kept going, though her head swam. Her hand reached the tip of his cock and she ran her fingernails over it, unable to believe it was hers.

Blood pounded through Reed’s groin, his prick leaping into throbbing stiffness, thrumming as if in eagerness to meet Sue’s sampling fingers. She caressed its hardened length, back and forth, again and again, then moving down to his rapidly swelling balls. Tantalizing the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

“Reed,” she breathed, completely lost in her passion, feeling only the new flames inside her and not any doubts, any neurosis. She’d been awakened to her full potential for sex by this strange experiment, only she hadn’t realized it until now. “Reed, don’t you know how much I need your cum?”

“Good God!” Reed said. His hips were squirming from her ministrations, his breath coming raggedly through his parted lips. “I can’t believe it!”

“Won’t you give it to me, Reed?” she asked, stroking from his prick to his balls. “Please will you let me be your whore like they were?”

“Yes! Mother of God, yes!”

He thrust his fingers into her hair and yanked her head up, to grind his mouth against hers. Her tongue flickered into his mouth like a flaring flame. Jesus, was this his wife? Was it really Sue? She was on fire with want for him!

Their tongues circled each other like a flame catching, Sue drawing his into her mouth before entering his mouth, moving with the rhythmic play of coitus. His hands went to her body, stroking through the thin costume to her burning flesh.

Her fingers on his prick were moving, constant motion, and Reed took one hand from Sue’s hair to yank the bedsheet down off of his blazing loins. His monstrous erection leapt up into open air and Sue devoured it as if she’d wanted it all her life, but never been able to get at it until this very moment.

“Reed!” she gasped against his mouth. “Reed, strip me! Rip everything off of me, Reed! Now, now, now!”

Reed’s hands lunged ahead of them. They closed on the neck of Sue’s costume, bunching the tight-fitting material into folds that usually never appeared. Then, savagely, he pulled. The fabric could be heard shredding as it came loose in his hand, as he forced it away from her surging breasts and tore it until it couldn’t cover her sex either. So wet now with the flowing of her molten lust.

Sue assisted him, twisting and undulating her body, hand still faithfully servicing his manhood, her kiss still one with his. And then she was naked and his hands were on her tits, kneading the flushed flesh and triggering her sensitive nipples until the only sounds Sue could make were mewls of pleasure.

Then his hand stretched down, down her cobblestone abs, down into the golden fleece of her private hair, finally touching the needy little spire of her clitoris. Sue whimpered in unrestrained delight, eyes rolled as he treated the tiny bud to the most skillful manipulations of his thumb and forefinger.

Sue’s hips ground down into the bedspread in frenzied, uninhibited counterpoint to Reed’s careful fingering. Her head flailed from side to side, the sensations to intense that her cries of delight woke Lili and Camila.

They awoke to a sight they could only gape at: Sue still handling Reed’s stony endowment: drawing the foreskin back from his glans, fingering the blood-filled vein on the underside of his length.

She felt every little marking of his immense masculinity. But Sue wanted to know it even better, to learn what each and every inch did to her, to know it and also to know that Reed knew her. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if that giant brain of his knew all the ways to please her… knew every facet of the orgasmic bliss he brought her to?

Lili and Camila could know too. Sue wanted them to see what it was like when a woman could truly take her husband’s loving.

“I’m your whore now, Reed,” she purred. “Time to fuck me like your whore.”