"Take it easy, take it easy," Rossi crooned. "I'll make it real good for you, baby. I know you want it."

"No, I don't," Judy wept. "Let me go."

But she was lying. Her flaming-hot pussy was crying for relief from the aching need she'd felt so long. It would be so tempting just to open her legs and let Rossi slip that gorgeous hard dick into her. Damn Joe and hip puritanical hang-ups! If he'd just taken care of her in bed, she wouldn't be lusting for another man. With her last ounce of self-control she pushed at Rossi's broad shoulders. She couldn't budge him.

"So you don't wanta ball, huh?" he growled. "Well, I'll make you want it. When I get through, you'll be begging me for it, bitch."

He didn't realize how close she was to begging already. She felt hotly aroused – and now Rossi made it even worse by slipping his hand into her crotch and stroking her moist swollen pussy. Joe had never done that to her, never touched her between the legs. Judy was amazed at how good it felt. She stifled a horny moan.

Each little touch of his fingers made her whole belly melt with pleasure. Rossi teasingly rimmed the tight little mouth of her asshole, fingertip circling swiftly. He inserted a fingertip in the heavily creaming mouth of her cunt and poked around playfully. He moved on and pressed his finger against the dainty little button of her clit. He rubbed the fat hot nub, and Judy shuddered with pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Rossi chuckled. "You like me to play with your pussy."

"Nooo," Judy whined.

She hoped he'd believe her lie, that he'd let her go before it was too late. If he went on frigging her like that, she wasn't going to be able to control herself. It just felt too damned good, and she needed a man too much. But Rossi didn't believe her. He seized her throbbingly moist clit and began to knead it briskly. Judy couldn't stifle her cry of delight.