In The Nurse's Compulsion, author (Don Henderson) presents to us a story with a double twist. In the first part of the book we are introduced to people who live what can only be called a loose and immoral life (by society's standards) and who wish they were "better" people. The last part of the story concerns a young couple who rigidly obey all of society's dictums at the cost of their personal growth and happiness. We are not just dealing with a case of greener grass but with real fears and aspirations that manage to bottle up the full potential of the individuals concerned.
But can social fears be called "real"? Or is it the tardy realization of the artificial nature of social laws that finally frees a tortured individual from an endlessly descending spiral of confused frustration?
These are some of the important questions that Don Henderson courageously deals with in this frank and sometimes shocking work. With clear insight and good taste, he makes a clear distinction between those necessary agreed-on rules without which no society can survive. But at the same time, the case is clearly made against outmoded rules that cling to our collective lives long past the time when they become counterproductive. It is the petrified minds of the dull among us who unthinkingly cling to rigid codes of "do's" and "dont's" for no other reason save that they have a past history. Their Pavlovian morality serves only to frustrate, when new conditions and circumstances arise that require more flexibility in the way we live. Sometimes cultural and economic forces require that a person live on two levels-the outward show that others see, and their real, vital internal life.
This last dualism has been well brought out in The Nurse's Compulsion. The heroine of our story works under conditions that bring out, nearly compel in her, certain types of behavior. But this behavior conflicts with what society and she herself feels she owes to other people, particularly to her husband. A terrible inner struggle ensues, with the only probable resolution involving a great deal of damage to the girl's sense of self. What makes her moral struggles seem particularly futile is the half-amusing fact that her husband also labors under the same burdens. Through our overview as a reader, we wait excitedly for our struggling young couple to pull the veils away so that they can see that their personal happiness lie in the same direction-as long as they listen to their own inner voices rather than society's confusing and conflicting calls to spurious duties.
And when their problems seem solved, our young couple meets another young couple who are almost a caricature of their former selves. But armed with new wisdom, they happily share their experiences, finding in the other couple's relief the vindication for their own unorthodox behavior.
If we said any more, we would be telling the whole tale. We leave it to you, the reader, to quarry your own reactions out of this fine book, and hope you will enjoy it as much as we did.
CHAPTER ONE
That sterile whitish-green light so peculiar to hospitals bounced coldly off the bare walls of the long echoing corridor, seeping malevolently through the partly open doors into the sad gloom of the semi-private rooms. Farther down the corridor, near the center, was a brighter glare that marked the duty desk which sat back out of sight in a small alcove. There was an eerie absence of life.
The sharp click of heels on the hard polished tiles could be heard long before nurse Ellen Burbage came into view. Finally she turned the far corner and headed briskly down toward the duty desk, a medium-tall, well-built young woman with a pleasant, if not beautiful face. Her crisply starched white uniform fitted her very well, its shiny material sliding sensuously over her full rounded hips as she moved, and she knew how to move. Bleached to a dazzling white, that vestigial little cap nurses wear rode the top of her head like a saucy little boat, making her thick red hair look even more red by comparison. Not a beautiful woman, but all in all a very healthy, earthy and attractive one that radiated sensuality from head to foot.
"Hi, Peggy," she said cheerfully to the nurse on duty when she reached the desk.
"Hi, Ellen," Peggy answered. "I thought you were off duty now."
"I am," Ellen explained. "But I promised I'd help Dr. Johnson straighten up some of the supplies in the storeroom."
Peggy Smith looked up thoughtfully. She was a neat, vibrantly dark woman in her early twenties, with a slender build except for exceptionally large, high-set breasts that swelled the front of her uniform provocatively. There was an air of quiet secretiveness about her that contrasted sharply with Ellen's exuberant, outgoing manner.
"Since when do God-like doctors spend their valuable time straightening up storerooms?" she asked.
Ellen had never been good at hiding her feelings and she blushed now. "Well, you know what a perfectionist he is . . ." she started to say.
"I know how good-looking he is," Peggy retorted, a semi-amused smile on her face. "Are you sure it's the storeroom he's going to straighten out?"
Ellen blushed again and started to reply to her friend's question but instead, turned to go. "I'm late," she stammered. "He'll think I'm not coming . . ." and before Peggy could do anything but smile knowingly Ellen had vanished down the hall.
* * *
Ellen was angry with herself as she headed for the storeroom, partly because she had let Peggy fluster her so much and partly because her intent had been so easy for the other woman to discover. It must stick out all over me, she thought with embarrassment. I must be getting quite a reputation around here. She half-decided to turn around and go home where she belonged, but an insistent tingling high up between her shapely thighs led her on. This afternoon was to be the culmination of a careful plot that had been growing in her mind ever since she'd met the handsome young intern, Dr. Johnson, and she wasn't about to let a sudden attack of self-consciousness ruin the whole plan now. Each step she took fueled a growing excitement in her belly as her sensitive upper thighs rubbed lightly together, stimulating a damp heat high up between her hurrying legs. I've got one hell of a surprise for Dr. Johnson up there! she thought lewdly, successfully resisting the impulse to press her hand against the soft, hair-covered mound that steamed and bubbled in anticipation underneath her white skirt.
Dr. Johnson was waiting for her outside the storeroom when she arrived. Peggy's right! Ellen thought excitedly. He certainly is the best-looking man on the staff. The young nurse's eyes quickly appraised the handsome young man awaiting her, lingering longest on the promising bulge in the front of his pants. If he's hung like I think . . . , Ellen mused.
"Hi . . . You bring the key?" Dr. Johnson asked, his own eyes straying appreciatively over Ellen's pleasing form. He was a tall young man, with dark curly hair and ruggedly handsome features. The only factor which marred him was a diffident shyness that overcame him from time to time. Ellen had been trying to interest him in herself for several weeks, but every time she maneuvered it so that they were alone together, he seemed paralyzed by a boyish embarrassment that held him severely in check. Well . . . I'll see that it doesn't happen this time! Ellen vowed silently. She had made plans.
While she unlocked the door, she moved as close to the young intern as she could, purposely brushing the front of his pants with her hip. She felt a little shiver of delight as his still-soft genitals gave under the gentle pressure. God, there's a lot there, she thought. What will it be like when it gets hard . . . ?
Dr. Johnson flinched away in embarrassment as he felt Ellen's well-rounded hip brush his loins. Already he was having trouble with his breathing and wondered for a moment whether or not he should forget about this whole thing now and leave while he could. While both he and Ellen had paid faithful lip service to the plan for straightening up the storeroom, he knew it was only a subterfuge for a clandestine meeting. While he was shy, Dr. Johnson had been fully aware for some time of the exciting possibilities of the healthy young body that was so poorly hidden under Ellen's tight uniform. He'd spent many sweaty hours alone imagining what she'd look like naked, full of fantasies of losing himself in the young redhead's lush sensuousness. But when they were together, her frank, forthright earthiness frightened him a little. It wasn't that he was afraid he'd offend her by propositioning her -she was obviously ready and willing and that was the problem. If only she'd be a little less . . . brazen! he thought helplessly as he followed Ellen's provocatively swaying buttocks into the storeroom. The young doctor was no genius, and the long road through medical school had been a desperate struggle for him. He'd made it more by dint of totally submerging his life to his studies than by any natural aptitude for the work. He gave up his friends, and of course, girls were an impossible dream which were replaced when necessity demanded by his own good right hand and a dirty book. He was horny, and had been horny for a long time, but the pressure had been suppressed so long that he no longer knew how to let it go.
"Well, Doctor, where do we start?" Ellen asked, turning to face him, only inches away. Her face looked up at his, slightly flushed, and he noticed for the first time how green her eyes were. He felt himself swaying and wanted nothing more than to put his arms around this lovely young girl and crush her soft lushness to his own throbbing, hungry body.
"These elastic bandages are a mess," he said coldly, quickly turning toward the shelves. "How the hell can you nurses find anything in this rat's nest?"
Ellen bit her lips in vexation. She sensed how near this helpless young Adonis had been to making his big move, but as usual his courage had deserted him. Okay, time for part two of the plan, she determined grimly. You're going to get laid whether you know it or not, Big Boy!
For the next few minutes, Ellen contented herself with helping Dr. Johnson rearrange the bandages on the shelves. She made sure she stood as close to him as she could, so he could feel the heat from her body. She thought she could smell the hot musky odor of her own impatiently waiting cunt, and hoped that it would slowly become apparent to him, too, and subtly set fire to his carefully controlled senses. Finally the opportunity that the scheming girl had been waiting for came.
Dr. Johnson was kneeling on the floor opening a carton of medical supplies while Ellen was facing away from him, straightening out one of the upper shelves. "Do you think we should put the adhesive tape up here, Doctor?" she asked, effectively drawing his attention, "Or is it too high for some of the shorter nurses?"
He looked up automatically at the sound of her voice, just as she reached as high as possible, stretching her whole body. Her white hospital dress rode up with the movement, baring the whole length of Ellen's elegantly long legs, so high that he could see the straps of the garter belt that held her sheer white nurse's stockings in place. But what entranced the staring young intern most was the partial half-moons of bare white ass-flesh that showed under the edge of the dress. As it rode up higher and higher, he momentarily expected Ellen's panties to come into view . . . but there was nothing but more naked female flesh!
My God! the young man thought in shock. Isn't she wearing any panties?
He couldn't be sure because the dress rode up only so high and a moment later it settled back down as Ellen lowered her upstretching arms. "Well, what do you think, Doctor?" she asked sweetly, turning toward him and smiling. "Do you think it's too much?"
The possible double meaning of her words were lost on the stunned young intern. He swallowed nervously. "No . .. no . . . it's fine," he managed to croak out, wanting nothing more than to see her reach back up to that shelf again. That one flash of naked ass had finally given his tense mind a target for its pent-up lust and he became obsessed with the task of determining whether or not Ellen was wearing panties.
"Here!" he said, holding out several containers of tape to her. "I'll hand them to you and you stack them on the shelf." For the next few minutes, the pop-eyed young intern strained to discover Ellen's secret, but try as he might, he was unable to see more than the first time. There was a lot of flesh visible, but then, he thought unhappily, some of the panties the girls wore nowadays were incredibly brief and worn up high. . . .
It was Ellen who finally took the initiative. When she had filled the shelf with tape, feeling smug because of the young doctor's eyes on her half-exposed ass, she once again turned to him. "Well . . . what's next?" she asked conversationally, amused by the way his eyes kept flickering toward her crotch, obviously trying to see through the filmy white material. Before he could answer, she knelt down on the floor next to him, her uniform pulling up in the rear. "I think that's the next box we need," she said, indicating a large carton half-hidden in a corner. "I'll get it out."
Still on her knees, she leaned forward, tugging on the box, feeling a cold wash of air on her ass as her uniform skirt hitched up high over her buttocks, and Dr. Johnson had his answer. Naked twin half-moons of creamy ass flesh stared back at him, with only the narrow band of a white garter-belt cutting off his view higher up.
Ellen was wearing no panties!
The stunned young intern wondered if he was ever going to be able to breathe again as he stared at the feminine nakedness so blatantly displayed before him. His eyes swept over the curving nude buttocks and then dropped automatically lower, fascinated by the velvet tendrils of pussy hair that showed between the kneeling girl's slightly parted legs. She has red pussy-hair! was all he could think as he stared. He then realized that this warm alive girl so close to him had worn no panties just for his benefit.
"Ellen!" he choked out in a strangled voice, moving nearer to her lewdly displayed ass, wondering if he dared reach out a hand and slide it up between those silky thighs.
"Yes, Doctor?" she replied, turning her face back toward him, a half-smile playing over her full red sensuous lips. Ellen felt a wave of triumph wash over her as she saw the look of helpless lust on her victim's handsome face. And then she saw something else that made her own breath suck in sharply. An enormous bulge was swelling out the front of young Dr. Johnson's loose white hospital trousers.
He was still moving toward her on his knees, and she turned around to meet him. Both still kneeling, they faced one another, only inches apart. Drawn like a magnet, Ellen's hand reached out to wrap around the hard shaft that throbbed inside the intern's pants.
"Oh, God!" he moaned, afraid he was going to cum immediately and embarrass himself in front of this lovely, sensual woman. Reaching down, he tore her hand away from his cock just in time.
"But don't you want . . . ?" Ellen asked, disappointed. A moment later, Dr. Johnson seized her in his powerful arms and crushed her to him as his lips mashed hungrily down on hers. Taken by surprise, Ellen could not react immediately, but then her tongue wormed hungrily into Dr. Johnson's hotly working mouth.
"Oh, Dr. Johnson!" she breathed excitedly as they finally pulled away from one another to catch their breaths.
"Call me Ted," he gasped as his hands began to roam over her uniform, pressing against her already throbbing breasts through the cool white material. To his delight, he could feel the hidden nipples hardening under his frantic touch.
"Oh, Ted . . . Ted. . . . You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Ellen moaned, reaching once again toward the front of his pants. The young man's breath caught in his throat as he heard the panting girl kneeling before him use the lewd word, and for a moment his new-found courage almost deserted him.
Ellen's fingers were busy at his fly. A moment later she had pulled his zipper down and he could feel her cool fingers closing around the throbbing hardness inside his pants. He hardly dared to breathe as she worked the swollen shaft out through the narrow opening.
"Oooh, what a lovely cock," Ellen breathed ecstatically as she stared down at the huge organ throbbing warmly against her palm.
"I ... I think I'm going to cum," Ted Johnson said helplessly as he felt the familiar agonized churning deep down in his balls.
"Uh-uh, not yet," Ellen insisted. "We nurses know how to stop things like that." And she pressed hard on the underside of Ted's cock, where the bulbous swollen head joined the fleshy shaft. Ted started to cry out, but to his surprise, a moment later the crisis had passed, and his cock still lay entrapped in Ellen's little hand, hard and potent. An ecstatic, delight-filled numbness pulsed through the temporarily tamed organ, and to the young man's delight, Ellen began to slide her hand up and down its heated outer surface.
"Uuunnggghhhh ... oh God, that's wonderful," he blurted out as hot bursts of pleasure made his balls tighten with delight.
"Oh, it's so big," Ellen murmured, looking down at the huge fleshy staff that was growing all the time. "It's going to feel soooo good up inside my cunt!" The girl's lewd words stoked an even hotter fire inside the panting intern's overheated loins and he clutched her to him, pressing his ready cock painfully against her belly.
"Where will we ... do it?" he asked, unable to use the same words as the girl. "There's not enough room on the floor."
"We'll just have to improvise," Ellen said, her eyes glittering with excitement. She finished pulling out the big carton from the corner, and then turning around, sat down on it, and as she sat down she tauntingly pulled her dress up over her naked hips, baring her loins. At first the eagerly watching Ted could only see the white strip of her garter belt at the base of her belly, but then Ellen slowly opened her legs, baring her naked cunt to his fascinated gaze. His eyes strayed for a moment over the girl's downy russet pubic hair, and then probed beneath the red curls to the pink slit that gaped open beneath.
How long since I've seen a cunt? the young doctor asked himself, gazing raptly at the shining wet inner labia that pouted out from between the full fleshy outer pussy lips. Ellen was obviously as excited as he was, because her crotch glistened with slippery cuntal juices.
"Come on, lover," Ellen moaned, leaning back against the wall, her hips perched on the forward edge of the box, legs wide so that he would have easy access to her nakedly proffered genitals. "Stick your cock up my cunt and fuck me till I howl!"
Hardly knowing what was happening, Ted walked forward on his knees, crowding in between Ellen's widespread legs, feeling the soft flesh of her inner thighs brush hotly against his sides. Reaching down, he took his achingly hard cock in one hand and guided it forward, right up into Ellen's gapingly open pussy-slit. Mesmerized, he watched the blunt swollen tip part the girl's tantalizingly bright pubic hair and work its way into the hot wet slit beneath.
"Ooooohhhh," he moaned, and had to stop a moment, temporarily overpowered by the feel of his cock sinking into the outer approaches of a woman's long-desired vagina.
"Oh, God . . . Don't wait any longer . . . Shove it up me!" Ellen begged, half out of her mind at the feel of a hard male cock slithering up between her eagerly parted legs. Reaching down with both hands, she quickly parted her dripping cuntal lips, baring the seething in-sides to the young doctor's fascinated gaze. He stared in awe at the tiny swollen button of her clitoris and when he drew his cock back a little, he could see the soft-petaled opening to her vagina pulsing hungrily a little lower down. With an inarticulate groan, the wildly turned-on young doctor took his penis in his hand again, and placing the bloated, mushroom-shaped tip just up inside Ellen's lewdly displayed cuntal passage, jabbed his hips forward and pounded the whole length of his mighty shaft up into the girl's ready body.
"Uuuunnhhhh!" Ellen grunted, the breath driven out of her by the force of Ted's first powerful thrust. She felt her insides open up, stretched wide by the intern's huge driving penis, and for a second she thought that she might not be able to take all that he had to give. But a moment later her hungry cunt had adapted itself to his plunging cock and her body opened wide to receive him.
"Oh, baby. . . ." she moaned happily. "Fuck it into me. . . . Make Momma cum!" Her legs snaked up to wrap tightly around her new lover's waist. Needing no encouragement, Ted began to fuck wildly into Ellen's eagerly accepting body.
Christ, is this really happening to ME? he wondered incredulously, staring disbelievingly down at the girl who writhed ecstatically below him. He watched his cock as it slid in and out of her gushing cunt, again and again, disappearing up inside until the front of his white pants pounded up against her red pussy-hair. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of Ellen's body for a moment, fascinated by the way her naked loins were framed by the obscene white elastic of her garter belt and the white silk stockings that hugged her shapely thighs.
"Oh, please. .. . What are you waiting for?"
Ellen moaned desperately, wondering why her lover had stopped pounding his cock up into her. Turned on by her desperate pleadings, Ted obliged by once again ramming his hips forward, watching with delight as his bloated shaft slithered up into her hot wet depths.
"Ooooohh . . . it's good, it's good!" Ellen sighed, leaning her head back against the wall, her eyes half shut. Ted could barely make out the green fire in her eyes through their half-shut lids, and he marveled at the change that had come over the girl's face when he started to fuck up into her. She was genuinely beautiful now, her features transfigured by the joy of passion. God, I wish she was completely naked! he found himself thinking, wondering what her breasts would look like. He could see, even through her uniform, that they had swollen to half again their size while he was fucking her. The passion-hardened nipples thrust up sharp little peaks against the covering material.
"Oh, baby . . . baby. . . . For God's sake, don't stop now, whatever you do. Keep it up a little longer and I'll cum!" Ellen panted out, her body writhing uncontrollably. Each time Ted's hips lunged forward, her own arched up sharply to meet them, trying to coax as much of his rigid hardness into her as possible. Yes . . . yes . . . she thought wildly. This is what I want. . . . This is what I need. ... A hard cock up in me all the way to my tonsils. A hundred cocks, a thousand cocks! Hot tremors of delight rocketed through the girl's sex-maddened body, and at that moment she couldn't think of anything else. Her whole being was swamped with joy and happiness as she felt her pussy being plundered by the young intern's rock-hard cock.
Ted began to desperately hope that Ellen's promised orgasm would materialize soon, because he recognized the signs in his own genitals that he himself was on the way. He felt his testicles draw up into his body as they prepared to pump their hot load through his painfully distended cock and out the bloated tip, into Ellen's wildly responding body. He tried to fight it down, but it was no use. The feel of the writhing girl's vagina clasping hungrily at his plunging cock was more than the horny young man could bear. With a groan, he threw his head back and rammed his cock as far up into Ellen's voracious cunt as it would go, just as the first hard hot jets of semen began to shoot out through the end.
But Ellen had felt it coming. She sensed Ted's huge cock begin its final swelling up inside her ready belly, and by the time his cum began to pour into her womb, she herself was trembling on the edge. As the first boiling gushes rifled up into her cunt, the straining girl's orgasm was touched off. Her insides seemed to explode. Just as the last of his sperm left the end of his still rock-hard cock, Ted found that he had his hands full hanging on to the wildly bucking Ellen. Her head thudded back against the wall, all the tendons of her neck standing out like steel cables. Sharp meaningless cries bubbled from her throat, while her hips made several wild lunges up against his still-driving loins. Her heels drummed painfully against the backs of his thighs as she went into her final throes and he could definitely feel the climaxing girl's strong cuntal muscles nibbling hungrily at his bloated shaft, trying to draw the last drops of sperm from his depleted balls.
Neither participant in this lewd scene was in any condition to notice the knob slowly turning on the closed door. A moment later it swung open a few inches to reveal Peggy Smith's face. If she was shocked by the sight of the two tangled bodies fucking madly in the corner she didn't show it. Her dark graceful eyebrows raised a little, however, and a thoughtful calculating look came over her lovely young face. Peggy watched another moment or two until Ellen and the young doctor had panted out the last of their climax, and then quietly shut the door.
CHAPTER TWO
When Ellen finally headed out the hospital door towards her parked car, her pussy was still tingling pleasantly from her recent fuck. She smiled inwardly as she remembered Ted Johnson's embarrassed confusion when his shrinking cock had finally slithered wetly from her cum-dripping snatch. He never knew what hit him! she thought, amused by the handsome young doctor's boyish shyness. He had self-consciously stuffed his still-dripping cock back into his pants and immediately began to apologize to Ellen for the liberties he had taken with her-until she set him straight by assuring him that he had given her exactly what she wanted. "Don't you like to fuck, Doctor?" she had asked-a question he had not seemed to know how to answer.
Ellen's smugness lasted until she had maneuvered her car out of the parking lot and started the relatively short drive home, and then her mind naturally looked ahead to her destination, and the husband who shared it with her. Ellen's elation faded and began to be replaced by sharp pangs of guilt. Well. . . I've done it again, she thought. How would Steve have felt if he'd stumbled into that little scene in the storeroom?
Ellen's guilt had a curious divided quality about it. She felt no guilt over the nature of what she had done with Dr. Johnson-she loved to fuck and felt that sex was a healthy necessity. No, her guilt centered on the possible pain that she might eventually cause her husband by her infidelity, and Ellen would do anything to keep from hurting Steve-anything but give up sex!
Not that she'd exactly have to give up sex. She and Steve had been married more than two years and made mad constant love as if they were still on their honeymoon. There was no one Ellen would rather fuck than Steve, she had long ago decided. So how come I spend so much time and energy getting laid at work?
Ellen wondered, for at least the five-hundredth time. Her mind had never yet formulated a clear answer to this repeated query, but somewhere in the flickering back chambers of her consciousness she was vaguely aware of the tremendous need she had for the sheer excitement of a new sexual conquest. And oddly enough, each new experience with a fresh, extracurricular lover left her with a heightened desire to make love to her own husband, as if the fires had been fanned anew. Right at that moment she could hardly wait to get home and get into bed with Steve, as if her pussy had been merely primed by Ted Johnson's huge cock.
* * *
It never used to be like this, Ellen thought, remembering how different a person she had been as a young girl. Then, her attitude toward sex had been the standard one-hopefully instilled in all proper young women by the conventional wisdom of middle-class morality. First she had believed that sex was a bad thing, to be avoided at all costs. Next she had convinced herself, as her body began to make its biological needs known, that sex was a good thing, but must be saved up until marriage. The next step down the trail was the grudging, and exciting, admission that premarital sex was alright as long as it was with the man you were going to marry. Then came the further admission that sex was fine as long as you loved the person you slept with. And finally-if it felt good-do it! That's where she was in her thinking now.
God, what an innocent kid I was, Ellen reflected, thinking back to her proper, somewhat timid adolescence. A little smile stole over her lips as she remembered her first dates, and how desperately she had fought to preserve her precious chastity. It hadn't been too difficult at first, because the boys she had gone out with had been remarkably clumsy. A few wet kisses, that at first appalled her, and an occasional half-hearted grope toward her budding teenage breasts.
But as time went on, the opposition got much more expert. In the last two years of high school, Ellen had been attractive enough to draw the attention of some of the most celebrated tail hounds on campus. She still remembered her first date with the handsome young captain of the football team-a boy she had previously worshipped from afar. Ellen had already progressed a little by then, having decided to go along with the obvious desire of boys to fondle her now undeniably well-shaped breasts. She had learned to separate the delightfully blissful feelings emanating from the sensitive twin orbs from the accompanying fire their manipulation aroused in her virgin cunt. But the handsome young athlete had changed all that. He proceeded to work with so much smooth finesse that Ellen was hardly aware when his fingers slid up the soft flesh of her inner thighs and insinuated themselves under the leg-band of her panties. By that time, the boy's skillful mouthing of her palpitatingly naked breasts had driven the panting girl to a state of stunned bliss that had cut her mind loose from any attempts at rational thought.
So when, for the first time in her young life, a boy's finger slid up into her never-before-violated vagina, there was nothing she could do in reaction but go half out of her mind with passion. After several years of ever increasing foreplay, the teen-age girl's body had long been hovering on an impossible plateau of frustrated need, so it was no wonder that she had an almost immediate orgasm as her date's expert finger began to plunge in and out of her tight little cunt. Moaning in agonized delight, Ellen lost all control of her body and found that her hips were bucking madly back and forth as if they had a life of their own as she wildly rode the boy's intruding finger. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the incredible feelings that that single probing digit was pumping into her quivering loins.
Amazed by the wild reactions of a girl he had up till then considered somewhat frigid, her would-be seducer made the mistake of thinking he was already home free. Pulling his cunt-slippery finger from Ellen's still-pumping vagina, he quickly and expertly slid her panties down over her shoes and crowded eagerly in between her helplessly wide-open thighs. But he moved far to fast for Ellen. As soon as the virgin teenager saw the swollen cock he pulled from his open fly, all the primordial fears that had been worked into her adolescent mind by a repressive society came back to life. And besides, her sudden orgasm had considerably reduced the pressure of her need, so the eager young man was further surprised when his supposedly easy conquest vigorously pushed him away from her naked loins. Quickly smoothing her skirt down over her so recently offered cunt, Ellen turned primly away and refused to even look at her date until he had put "that disgusting thing" back in his pants, which was no easy task since it was so massively swollen. To the boy's embarrassment, when he tried to stuff his throbbing cock back through his fly, he climaxed, spurting hot slippery cum down the front of his pants, when just moments before he had been expecting to deposit the same burning load up inside the tight smooth body of the girl before him.
However, from that time on, Ellen had added another trick to her slowly growing sexual repertoire, and many another young male finger explored the soft wet insides of her virginal vagina. And by the time she entered nursing school, the formerly prim and innocent young girl was contributing her part by very competently wrapping her slender fingers around the hot hard cocks of many of her dates and pumping that mysterious slippery liquid up out of their balls. She still remained a virgin, but there was a growing curiosity in her mind as to how those same spurting cocks would feel thrust up inside her ever more sensitive little cunt.
So she was ripe and ready by the time she had her first date with Steve. She had not at first been attracted to him. He was short and stocky, very muscular, with a dark complexion, thick bushy hair, and a large Elliot Gould moustache. Hardly her idea of a romantic dream man. But gradually she came under the influence of his powerful, electrified personality. The two met at a party to which a whole group of student nurses had been invited. Steve was at that time a graduate student in economics, about five years older than Ellen. When he first spotted Ellen at the party, it was obvious that for him, she was the only girl there, but she had not returned his fascinated interest, being alarmed by his brash, open manner. All the little games she had learned to play with men over the past few years recoiled at Steve's somewhat crude candor.
Ellen surprised herself when she later accepted Steve's invitation to go on a date with him. After that first date, she vowed it would be the last, but once again she accepted his invitation. Bit by bit, dragged into it mentally kicking and screaming, Ellen fell under the influence of Steve's exuberant, the-hell-with-to-morrow manner. A part of her personality she had never before known existed sensed a chance of liberation with Steve, and before long, Ellen couldn't imagine not going out with him. She had found a spiritual home, and the overlaid veneer of social inhibitions that had been forced on her by convention cracked wide open under Steve's blunt prodding, until she was able to peel it from her like an old outworn skin.
Her virginity didn't last long with Steve. Once she got used to his high-voltage manner, it was inevitable that his finger should follow the well-beaten path up into her tight little cunt. But when she obligingly started to jack him off, he wanted none of that. "Uh-uh, baby," he said. "I got one hell of a better idea than that!"
They were in his apartment, an incredible shambles of carelessly strewn articles and very little furniture. He had maneuvered her onto the foam rubber mattress in one corner of the room that served as a couch, and after a slow warm-up, matters had progressed just as far as Ellen usually permitted. But now she discovered that it was Steve, not her, who was in control. His hand was up inside her dress, his finger buried inside her vagina, and she had just fished his rapidly swelling cock out of his pants.
"In the first place," he said as he pried her fingers from his pleasingly large penis, "I hate rolling around with my clothes half-on, half-off, so let's get naked. I'd like to see your body-I gotta feeling I'm gonna like it!" So for the first time, Ellen let a man completely undress her. She was amazed at how natural it felt to be naked in front of Steve, and pleased when he had carelessly tossed his own clothes aside. Dressed, he looked slightly grotesque, but naked, his strong compact body looked more in proportion, and the thick sturdy cock that jutted powerfully from his loins definitively added to his attractiveness.
The last of Ellen's natural defenses disappeared along with her clothes. As she and Steve writhed together in long passionate embraces on the mattress, his sweaty naked flesh slithering hotly over hers, she was totally aware of his hard swollen cock prodding at her hips and belly. Now that they were skin to skin, it only seemed natural to Ellen that Steve's beautiful cock should be up inside her body instead of in her hand. As she lay panting on her back, her eyes fixed excitedly on his naked body, she let Steve position her on the mattress, opening her legs wide and flexing her knees so that he had a straight shot at her virgin pussy.
"Be careful!" she urged, apprehensiveness fighting with desire. "I-I've never done this before."
"Okay, you just do what I say," Steve replied, his dark eyes glittering hotly as he stared down at the lovely naked virgin spread invitingly below him. Ellen felt his eyes constantly straying back to her thick red pussy hair, and realized that he was the first man who'd ever caught more than a glimpse of it. She felt her genitals grow hot under his probing gaze.
"Now, no matter what happens, when I go in, I want you to shove your hips up hard," Steve commanded. Swallowing nervously, Ellen forced herself to hold her thighs open while Steve scrambled in between them. Even now, while her whole body screamed out to be filled with hot hard cock, years and years of guilt and fear nagged at her mind. Society's phobias had raised her sexual initiation to the level of an earth-shattering event.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned deliriously as she felt the first electric touch of Steve's rubbery cockhead against her sensitive pussy lips. Suddenly all fears were forgotten and she was filled with a desire to be penetrated. Her head twisted wildly on the mattress and her loins quivered in anticipation. But a moment later her whole body stiffened in shock as she felt a harsh agonizing pressure up inside her untried vagina.
"Now . . . now!" Steve urged. "Open up and push as hard as you can!" Desperately trusting Steve, despite the white-hot pain that seared through her genitals like a devouring flame, Ellen did as he commanded, arching up her loins to him as he thrust forward and down with his blunt-tipped penis. She distinctly felt her hymen give way, forever destroyed, and a moment later, Steve's big shaft had disappeared far up inside her quivering cunt.
Fortunately, Steve had the good sense to hold still when he had completely penetrated the shuddering former virgin lying panting beneath him, and lay quietly on her stunned body, allowing her to adjust to the meaty shaft buried far up inside her belly. "Okay, just try to relax .. . the worst is over," Steve said encouragingly, and it wasn't until he sensed that most of the fear-induced tension had seeped from Ellen's rigid limbs that he began to slowly fuck his throbbing cock in and out of her newly opened vagina.
It still hurt, but not as much as Ellen had expected after that first searing pain. And as Steve's strokes lengthened, she began to recapture some of the ecstasy she had earlier known only from probing fingers, but magnified many times by the extra thickness of a male cock. The knowledge that Steve's whole body was behind the slow thrusts up into her moisture-seeping pussy added a new dimension of excitement that she had never before known. I'm being fucked! she thought in amazement. I'm actually being fucked by a man!
Expecting only a painful patience from Ellen until he shot off his load into her, Steve was very pleasantly surprised when she began to toss and moan in ecstasy under his steady deep thrusts. "Hey . . . you like it, don't you?" he asked, but the only answer he got were deeper moans. Ellen's full round hips pumped nakedly up against his pumping cock as if she'd been fucking all her life, and he knew that he had a real natural on his hands.
"Okay, baby, you get the full treatment!" he said, beginning to pound into the girl's eagerly responding body, holding nothing back. But the tightness of Ellen's so recently virgin cunt proved too much even for his considerable experience. As he felt the slick wet walls of her inner passage eagerly clasping his swelling cockhead, Steve knew he had gone about as long as he could. The first hot rush started far down in his tightly swollen testicles, and a moment later his cock began to vibrate wildly.
"God . . . ! Here I cum!" he shouted, and a moment later his boiling semen shot out the end of his jerking cock far up into Ellen's pulsing cunt. As she felt the first hot spurt of her new lover's gushing fluid, Ellen was aware that this was what she had been waiting for all her life. Steve's orgasm seemed to touch off a waiting spark far up in her own spasming belly and a moment later she was joining him in orgasm. To his delight, Steve felt his spouting cock seized by the first powerful contraction of Ellen's climaxing vagina, and the added stimulation touched off a second explosion in his testicles, pumping up a hot new load of sperm. Looking down in pleased disbelief, he watched the lovely young woman writhe in abandoned ecstasy below him, her softly curved naked loins pinned to the mattress by his still-pumping cock, and he felt grateful for the instinct that had first forced him to pursue this beautiful, sexy female. Despite countless hours spent in bed with numberless women, he realized that never before had he been so completely sexually excited. Ellen was the girl for him.
Once initiated, Ellen made up for lost time, wondering what had held her back for so long. God, if I'd only known what I was missing! she thought again and again each time she writhed and moaned under Steve's expert love-making. From what she had heard from some of her more experienced friends, Ellen expected she and Steve to be obsessed with constant fucking for the first few weeks or months, and then to have it taper off, but it didn't. They made love constantly, almost every time they were alone together.
Strangely enough, the thought of marriage didn't at first occur to either of them-they simply took for granted the thought that they would always be together. Ellen was then in her second year of Nursing school and had another to go, and Steve had two more years before he got his Master's degree. Within the comfortable, but hectic, academic world time seemed to stand still, but when Ellen's graduation loomed, the society around them began to assume a pressing reality. So, shortly after Ellen got her first nursing job, she and Steve were married. There was still a honeymoon atmosphere about their relationship while Steve was in school, but when he graduated and started work as a salesman, they began to see a little less of one another, especially when Ellen had to work nights.
And then that's when it started, Ellen thought to herself. Up until then she had been effortlessly faithful to Steve, too wrapped up in their constant sexual circus to even imagine what it would be like to sleep with someone else. But it happened, and she liked it. There was so much sensuality in her relationship with Steve that her more and more frequent matings with other men seemed like an extension of her primary relationship with her husband, at least at the time they were happening. But inevitably, once her immediate need had been satisfied, there was the same lurking guilt that she had betrayed her husband.
* * *
What the hell's the matter with me? Ellen asked herself bitterly. If Steve can be faithful to me, why can't I be faithful to him? But she had to admit that she was tortured by an irresistible itch that drove her on from one new conquest to the next. Just two days ago it had been that cute teenage orderly, with his dark latin features. And then Dr. Johnson today. And already Ellen was planning the seduction of a handsome young patient in one of the private rooms. Hell, if they're good-looking and willing, I'll fuck anybody! Ellen thought disgustedly. Even women! There'd been that cute little nurse just out of school. . . .
And all during this time, she and Steve were spending all their hours together fucking one another half to death.
"What's the matter with me?" Ellen asked herself out loud as she pulled into her driveway. "Do I have some kind of disease?"
She wanted to think about the problem some more ... to get to the bottom of her seemingly uncontrollable compulsion to fuck, fuck, fuck, but she was home now and knew she would have her hands full with Steve for the next few hours.
With a sigh she got out of the car and headed for the front door, her already well-fucked pussy tingling in anticipation for what she knew lay ahead.
CHAPTER THREE
Steve Burbage frowned worriedly as he tasted the spaghetti sauce. "Damn ... it needs something!" he muttered to himself. Turning, he rummaged impatiently through the spice cupboard, until he found the nutmeg. He carelessly shook a considerable amount into the bubbling sauce, stirred for a moment, and then took another taste.
"Aaahhhh," he sighed with obvious pleasure. "Right on the button."
Like many men, Steve was into creative cooking and on the days he got home from work earlier than Ellen he enjoyed making dinner.
Already a fresh salad was crisping in the refrigerator and the pasta was laid out beside a huge pot of nearly boiling water, waiting only for Ellen to come home. "Christ, she's late! I wonder what the hell's holding her up?" Steve asked himself. He'd already opened the wine to let the sharp edge wear off and was having a difficult time keeping himself from sampling it. Now that both he and Ellen were working, there was enough money for the luxuries they had scrimped on while he was finishing school. The wine was a very good Chianti Classico Riserva. Nothing's too good for the little woman, he thought cheerfully eyeing the bottle, but then winced inwardly as he remembered what he'd been doing earlier in the day.
"You're a schmuck, Burbage," he said softly to himself, hoping that Ellen never found out what he was really like. His mind flashed back to the panting moaning tangle of naked limbs he'd been a part of just a few hours ago. Christ, the way Ellen puts out, how can I have anything left for other women? he asked himself darkly.
* * *
It had been too perfect a set-up. The buyer for the big account he'd been sent out to land, turned out to be an unbelievably gorgeous broad in her early thirties. A little hard around the edges, true, but a gorgeous hunk of tail, nevertheless. They flashed on one another right away, and the natural next step seemed to be lunch together to talk over the contract. Steve's expense account was generous enough to buy a lot of drinks, which made them extra sensitive to noise and they both jumped at the idea of going up to the woman's apartment where they could talk in peace.
It was a nice apartment, obviously belonging to a single woman who knew what she wanted out of life. It was lush and padded- like a woman's body Steve found himself thinking-and the main attraction was the mirror-lined bedroom, with its huge circular bed, which Angela (they were on first name terms now) made sure he got a glimpse of before she settled him down on the couch in the living room.
"I don't see much point in my going back to the office today," Angela said throatily. "Might as well get out of this tight outfit and into something more . . . comfortable."
Oh Christ, just like a nineteen-thirties movie, Steve exulted. I wonder who writes her lines? Nevertheless, he made no objection as Angela swayed slowly off to the bedroom. He didn't bother to bring to her attention the fact that she had forgotten to shut the bedroom door after her and he could see her every movement in the glittering confusion of mirrors that lined the walls.
She was wearing what, on anyone else, would have been a rather severe woman's suit, with a stiff wool jacket and medium length skirt. But Angela's undeniably present breasts and hips bulged the material out in strategic places that would have made a straight jacket look good. So Steve settled down on the couch, sipping the drink Angela had thoughtfully made for him, watching unobtrusively as she undressed because he sensed it was part of a game to her-pretending she didn't know she was being spied on.
The suit jacket went first, no great excitement-merely uncovering her cream-colored blouse underneath. But just the same, it became a little clearer just how large Angela's breasts really were, and Steve found himself looking forward to their final unveiling.
When the wool skirt came off, Steve found to his disappointment, that there was an almost as long slip underneath it. But Angela was no fool. To keep the tension building, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, acting as if she were completely unaware there was a man within a hundred miles. Steve watched with mounting interest as the silky cream-colored material slowly gaped open, showing flashes of smooth, well-tanned skin above and below the stark white lines of her brassiere. When most of the drama had been extracted from the unbuttoning, Angela was smart enough not to overplay herself, and the blouse very soon was very smoothly and quickly peeled off.
It was about then that what had been a somewhat amusing show for Steve began to make him genuinely excited. He had seen enough naked women to take away a great deal of the novelty, and he was impatient for Angela to get rid of the rest of her clothes so they could get down to the nitty-gritty fucking. He naturally expected her to take off her slip next, but to his surprise, Angela instead walked over to the closet, still wearing her slip and bra, and carefully hung up her blouse. Her naturalness and lack of haste began to strengthen the illusion in Steve's mind that he actually was spying on an undressing woman who didn't know he was there, and the sense that he was an unseen voyeur began to kindle a strange excitement in his loins.
Forgetting his earlier amusement, Steve found himself staring hungrily at the partially undressed woman in the other room, only half realizing he was only watching a reflection of her in the mirrors. He became acutely aware of the matching white of her bra and slip, and of the small pink bow that decorated the top of the bra right between her large swelling breasts. A new kind of impatience began to steal over the watching salesman as Angela hung up her suit, and then took a purple silk robe out of the closet. For a moment he was afraid she was going to put it on over her bra and slip, but he breathed a sigh of relief when she laid it out on the bed. Only then did she begin to fumble with the waistband of her slip, and in a moment it slithered down her legs like water, to lie in a heap around her feet. When she kicked it free and bent down to pick it up, Steve became acutely aware that Angela was still wearing her high-heeled shoes. Her reflection was turned partly away from him in the mirror, and as she bent, his eyes traveled from her shoes up the graceful length of her stocking-clad legs to where her lace-edged panties gleamed virginal white over her softly swelling ass-cheeks. Since she was bending over, Steve received the full impression of Angela's excitingly full hips and buttocks. God, if I do anything, I'm gonna fuck her from behind! he thought excitedly to himself.
When she had straightened up and draped the slip over a chair, Angela began to work a little more rapidly. Steve's breath sucked in in anticipation as he watched her reach behind her back to unfasten her bra. That was the image of her he still had in his mind-standing straight, heavy-breasted and full-hipped, her long legs encased in sheer nylon, tapering down to her high-heeled shoes, her stockings held up by the long elastic straps of her garter belt, which projected from underneath her silky bikini panties like groping fingers. Her back was arched, thrusting out her large breasts while the elastic bra material stretched, then lost its shape and came loose in her hands. The bra peeled from her breasts like a second skin, and she tossed it away almost contemptuously, freeing the big twin orbs beneath.
God, what tits! Steve thought in awe as he stared at the now half naked Angela. What the hell's she need a bra for? They stand up all by themselves! True enough, though they bounced and swayed a little as she moved, Angela's mammoth breasts held their shape beautifully, swooping out from her slender rib cage in a graceful curve. Staring hungrily at this beautiful woman's large, erect nipples, Steve realized that if she did try to go without a bra at work, every man who saw her would go out of his mind. He was fascinated by the way the hard peaks on the tips of her lush twin mounds would definitely push out the front of her blouse.
Steve thought he'd never be able to take his bulging eyes off Angela's nakedly displayed breasts . . . until she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to slide the flimsy garment down her shapely thighs. He saw a flash of dark pussy fur but then she was leaning forward to work the panties down over her ankles, and he could see very little until a moment later when she straightened back up. Steve forgot to breathe for a few seconds as he stared at the nearly naked woman so blithely undressing just a few yards away, as if he weren't even there. She stood unconcernedly rubbing the bra marks from her breasts, and Steve stared hungrily at the way the creamy flesh changed shape under her massaging fingers. Her legs were slightly parted, looking very long and slender, set off by her sheer nylon stockings and high heels. The stockings and her lace-edged garter belt made an obscene frame for her uncovered cuntal hair, a perfect triangle of downy brown punctuating the rounded swell where her hips, thighs, and belly joined.
Take it off . ... take it off! Steve screamed silently to himself as Angela sat down on the bed. Her thighs parted a little as she bent to take off her stockings, and he caught a glimpse of bright pink inner pussy flesh before her arms got in the way. Angela unfastened the garter belt snaps and then slowly, tantalizingly rolled down the sheer nylon fabric, baring her golden tanned legs inch by inch. At the last moment she kicked off the high-heeled shoes, and then she was on her feet tugging at the garter-belt, which, now that it was her last piece of clothing, looked cold and elastic against her warm naked flesh. It wasn't until she had tossed it after the bra and stood completely naked that Steve realized that Angela was tanned all over. There were no bathing-suit marks. Her ass was a smooth golden brown, a silky flawless curve that begged to be touched. Steve was on his feet and on the way to the bedroom even as Angela was bending down to pick up her robe from the bed.
"You're not gonna be needing that," Steve growled hoarsely, fumbling with his belt. He felt like a voyeur, bursting into the bedroom to ravish the unsuspecting woman on whom he'd been spying. And he saw from the quick flash of fear in Angela's eyes how she was reacting to his intrusion. She'd set the mood perfectly.
"You should have been an actress," Steve mumbled thickly as he quickly closed in on his naked prey.
* * *
Steve stood in the kitchen, absent-mindedly stirring the spaghetti sauce, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, reliving the slick hot feel of Angela's voracious vagina. She almost ate me alive, he chuckled to himself, remembering the totally abandoned way that beautiful wanton woman had given herself to him. Her breast had been even better close up, firm and hot to the touch, the nipples digging up into his palm. And the way she kissed.. ..
Steve jumped guiltily as he heard Ellen's car pull up into the driveway. A hell of a fine thing to be thinking about when your hard working, faithful wife comes home from work! he thought bitterly, hating himself. What the fuck's wrong with me? Why can't I stay away from other women? But he knew it was hopeless. New conquests were the very breath of life to him. He turned quickly toward the stove, trying to hide his memory-induced erection as he heard Ellen's hand on the front door latch.
"Mmmmm, smells wonderful!" Ellen said as she entered the spaghetti-steamy kitchen. "And how's my man?"
Ellen and Steve came together like magnets, Steve managing to conceal his erection until Ellen felt it pressing into her belly. "Hey, what's this?" she inquired, looking eagerly down.
"It heard you coming," Steve said smoothly, and then, "Hey . . . keep your hands off it! First things first. You want dinner to be ruined?"
Regretfully Ellen pulled her hands away from the hard bulge in her husband's pants, her loins simmering hotly. Both she and Steve had temporarily forgotten about their guilt now that they were actually in one another's presence. Each one totally filled the other's horizons and would continue to do so until they were apart again.
Dinner was a rousing success, with the wine bringing them both to a happy glow.
"Now?" Ellen asked hopefully as she poured the last of the ruby liquid down her throat.
"The dishes first," Steve ordered. She washed and he dried. When the last one had been put away, Ellen once again turned hopefully toward her husband.
"Now," he said forcefully, tossing the dish-towel onto the countertop as he advanced on his wide-eyed wife. Ellen thought she was going to melt as he came toward her. God, I love the way he does this, she thought excitedly. It had been her who had to lead the way with shy Dr. Johnson, which was exciting enough in its own way, but now she craved to be mastered by a man, to be fucked, forcefully, without a chance to say no.
"Into the bedroom, woman," Steve ordered, propelling Ellen along before him. He was pushing hard, genuinely hard, but his roughness was building a perverse desire in Ellen's ever-ready body. And as for Steve-he'd had all the games-playing he could handle today, with Angela. He silently cursed himself for the ease with which he had let himself be seduced away from his duty to his wife, and a lingering guilt was part of the reason for his roughness. He loved his wife, he wanted to make love to her but felt slightly unworthy.
"Okay, out of those clothes," he growled, beginning to strip off his own. Ellen played no Angela games, but instead was totally naked in a matter of seconds, standing panting before him, her hot pussy juices already soaking through her red cuntal hair. Steve couldn't help comparing Ellen with his memory of Angela, and while Angela was classically more beautiful, there was a sexy earthiness about his wife that made the other woman seem as lifeless as a department store dummy. Staring at his wife's so obviously ready body, Steve felt his swelling cock lurch anew in his pants, and he had trouble working his shorts down over the swollen shaft.
"Oh, Steve, hurry . . . please hurry!" Ellen begged. "I don't know how I was able to wait through dinner!"
She let Steve push her back onto the bed, with her legs trailing over the edge. But when she moved to lie lengthwise on the big king-size mattress, he stopped her. "Uh-uh ... I haven't had my desert yet," he said. Ellen wasn't quite sure what he meant, until he knelt between her widespread thighs and began to lower his head toward her nakedly displayed cunt.
"You're . . . you're going to eat me?" she asked excitedly.
"Like a bowl of ice cream," he answered.
"Ooooohhhh, Steve," she breathed happily, readying herself for his assault on her hypersensitive genitals. Then a sudden thought struck the eagerly waiting young woman.
My God! she thought in horror. What if he can taste Dr. Johnson's cum down there?
There had been no chance to wash since coming home, and Ellen knew that a good percentage of the thick liquid that bubbled obscenely from her thoroughly aroused cunt was the result of her earlier coupling with the young intern. But it was too late to back out now. Already Steve's hands had slid hotly up the insides of her shaking, tender thighs, and she doubted that she'd have the strength to stop him anyway. Her whole body had become a quivering morass of burning need as she anticipated the marvelous feel of having her cunt sucked by her husband's talented mouth.
Totally unaware of his wife's internal struggle, Steve stared in fascination at the juicy snatch only inches away from his sweating face. Ellen's thick russet pubic hair partially masked his wife's waiting cunt, but under the silky strands he could see the softly swelling pussy lips. Forcing her legs open wider with his shoulders, the kneeling young husband was rewarded by a glimpse of bright pink inner pussy flesh. Reaching forward excitedly, he placed his thumbs on each full fleshy cunt lip and moving his hands slowly, carefully pried open the spongy, hair-covered mounds, completely revealing the hot slippery trench beneath.
The sweetest cunt in the world, he thought exultantly as he stared at the glistening pink treasures his hands had unearthed. High up in his wife's pussy slit, her tiny clitoris trembled and throbbed, as if fearing the ordeal that awaited it. You just wait, you little bastard! he thought gloatingly. I'm going to suck you all the way down my throat! But for the moment his attention was locked on his wife's hotly bubbling vaginal opening, and after one last hungry glance, he leaned forward and buried his tongue far up inside Ellen's hot, wet pit.
"Uuuunngggg," she moaned deliriously as she felt her wildly needing cunt invaded by her husband's knowing tongue. Her legs thrust out straight, jerking her heels up off the floor, and her back arched sharply as her body became filled with darting bolts of sexual ecstasy. "Oooohhhh. . . . Ooooohhhh, baby," she crooned as again and again Steve thrust his extended tongue up into her convulsing depths.
Below, Steve reveled in the hot, spicy taste of his wife's gushing cunt, little realizing that he was also sucking up a little of the savor of Dr. Ted Johnson. As usual, he didn't have much attention to spare for extraneous details, because Ellen was beginning to buck and jerk wildly, as she always did when he ate her snatch. Afraid that her wild convulsions would sprain his neck if he didn't get a better grip on her, Steve circled his arms around the outside of his wife's thighs and around to her ass, where he gripped her spasming buttocks firmly, and pulled her twitching loins tighter up against his slavering mouth. He chuckled to himself as he felt his wife's desperately eager vagina clamp rhythmically around his darting tongue.
Some hot bitch! he thought happily as he prepared to switch targets. Slowly, tantalizingly, he withdrew his hot wet tongue from his moaning wife's madly convulsing vaginal passage, delighted by the way her straining hips attempted to follow his retreating face.
"Oh please! Don't stop! Eat me some more!" Ellen begged, completely out of her mind with desire. Her loins kept bucking up wildly, searching out something to stroke hot delight into them once again.
"Anything you want, sweetheart," Steve said, smiling, his face slippery with his wife's cuntal juices. Opening her legs wider with his powerful arms, the kneeling man once again lowered his face, but this time his long thick tongue began to lap rhythmically up the full length of Ellen's wide open pussy slit. He made each stroke long and slow, starting way down by the tight little brown pucker of her asshole, climbing higher until his tongue was dragging over the entrance to the vagina he had so recently deserted. Then higher, up the hot glistening trench, until his tongue was finally lapping over Ellen's sensitive little clitoris.
Her whole body jerked at the beginning of each maddeningly slow stroke, and stayed quivering and taut until it finally convulsed in agonizingly unbearable pleasure when her tiny love-button was cruelly flicked at the end. A steady stream of meaningless sounds bubbled from Ellen's passion swollen lips, and her torso writhed and twisted on the bed. When she could stand it no longer, she reached down with both hands, tangling her fingers in Steve's thick curly hair, trying to guide his ravening mouth into her most secret and sensitive places. For a few seconds she rallied enough self-control to raise her upper torso and stare hungrily at the big dark head wedged so obscenely between her wide-spread thighs. Then her own head fell back heavily on the mattress and she was once again lost to the wild sensations racing out of control through her pleasure-wracked loins.
Okay, now's the time for the main attack, Steve told himself, carefully assessing the degree of his wife's arousal. He began to limit his ardent licking to the area around Ellen's quiveringly erect clitoris, surrounding the little nubbin with hot caresses. The closer he got to the clitoris itself, the wilder Ellen's struggles became, until as last he stabbed his stiffened tongue straight down against the sensitive little knob of flesh.
"Aaaaahhhhgggg!" Ellen shrieked, her body spasming as if her genitals had been plugged into a wall socket. But before she could move again, Steve had circled her shuddering clitoris with his lips, and sucking powerfully, drew the hard little button deep into his mouth.
It was a wild ride from then on. Several times Steve believed he was about to be bucked loose as Ellen convulsed wildly under his avid sucking. But he held fast, gradually becoming aware that his wife must be having a clitoral orgasm to end all clitoral orgasms. Lower down, he could feel her spasming vagina working convulsively against his juice-covered chin, and he wished he had a hand free to pay attention to his own thoroughly aroused cock, which throbbed hungrily below, aroused by the nearness of hot, climaxing pussy. Finally, when Steve was sure that he was about to suffocate in wet, gushing pussy flesh, Ellen's monster orgasm began to fade away, but she was still an armful. It was another full minute before Steve felt justified in pulling his tiring mouth away from his wife's still gently twitching cunt.
"How did you like my desert?" he asked his gasping wife.
"Fine. . . . Now where's mine?" she managed to choke out. Steve's eyes narrowed, and straightening up, he walked closer to his wife's saliva-soaked loins on his knees, until his stiff swollen cock was poised only inches from the vagina he'd so recently invaded with his tongue.
"Coming up, baby, coming up," he growled. "A cunt full of hot cum!"
"No .. . no .. . !" Ellen said, much to Steve's surprise, scrambling up to a sitting position on the disarrayed bedspread. "Now it's my turn to do something for you!"
Knowing that his wife never disappointed him, Steve let her coax him up onto the bed. She positioned him on his back so that his erect cock towered up over his loins like a fleshy spear. "Mmmmmmm, I like that," she crooned, lovingly running her hands up and down the meaty shaft. And now it was Steve's turn to writhe in ecstasy.
"What you gonna do, baby, suck me off?" he asked excitedly.
"Uh-uh, I did that this morning," she answered smugly. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of us both!"
Giving her husband's throbbing cock a last loving kiss, Ellen knelt above him, her legs straddling his loins. She positioned herself until her drippingly ready pussy-hole was poised right above Steve's upthrusting probe, and then lowered her body slowly, until her wet slippery cunt lips were forced open by the tip of her husband's huge cock.
"Aaahhhh, baby," Steve groaned as he felt the first hot moist touch of his wife's juicy snatch. Staring down toward his loins, he watched eagerly as his cock-tip flattened a little under Ellen's downward pressure. Her tight young vaginal muscles were resisting his huge probe, but as she pressed harder, they gave way and opened eagerly, letting the meaty head slip up inside. A look of delirious joy came over the young wife's face as she settled lower, slowly impaling herself on the big shaft thrusting up from below.
"Mmmnnn ... so good ... I can feel it all the way up to my tonsils," Ellen moaned ecstatically. As soon as her voracious pussy had swallowed the entire length of her husband's throbbing, hard cock, she slowly raised her body again, slipping her tight cuntal channel up Steve's swelling rod. It glistened with her warm wet inner juices.
"Atta way, doll," Steve said, hardly able to form the words. He looked up blearily as Ellen continued to slide her cunt up and down his pleasurably aching cock. How did I ever get so lucky? he asked himself. What if we'd never met?
But it could have been worse than that, he reflected. What if he'd met Ellen and failed to recognize her for the perfect mate she'd make him. She's no great looker, he thought, at least not with her clothes on. But Steve congratulated himself that his practiced eye had spotted the voluptuary under Ellen's rather normal exterior. In her clothes, and on the street, she looked like thousands of other girls, but in bed, nude, she was another class of being. Looking up at his wife as she humped slowly over his quivering loins, Steve drank in her exciting nakedness eagerly. She was a bit broad in the hips to look just right in a dress, but their lush roundness as they flexed sensuously over his lower body could hardly be improved on. And while her breasts weren't as large as Angela's they were perfectly shaped, just the right size to fit in his cupped hand, with hard, eager little nipples. But he loved her belly the most. While she dutifully slaved over his super-heated loins, he reached up and ran one hand appreciatively over the soft swell of his wife's lower torso. Soft . . . like silk! he marveled as he watched his fingers sink in a little. She's gotta be the best fuck in the world!
As if she'd read his mind, Ellen began to flex her inner vaginal muscles while still sliding up and down her husband's passion-swollen penis. She squeezed as she pulled up, forcing all the feeling to the tip of Steve's shuddering cock, then opened up wide to swallow the big organ once again.
"You keep that up and I'll blow my nuts right now," Steve warned her.
"Don't you like it?" Ellen asked, her voice quivering with sexual delight.
"Hell yes, but I don't know if I can hold back."
"Try," she begged. "God, if I keep this up, I'll come again too! Help me a little."
Sensing the urgency in his wife's voice, Steve slid his hand down her belly, and dipping his thumb deep down into her dripping slit, right to where his own cock was sliding remorselessly in and out of her cunt, deliberately coating it with her slippery inner fluids. Then he moved higher, flicking his glistening thumb over Ellen's prominently swollen clitoris.
"Ah! Ohhh ... yes ... yes! Do it like that!" she moaned above him, her belly sucking in from the shock of his lewd touch. Timing the movements of his thumb to Ellen's steady hip action up and down over his slippery loins, Steve began to stroke additional delight into his wife's slowly writhing body. He watched in delight as her face softened, becoming increasingly radiant. Her sea-green eyes glittered hotly behind half-closed lids, and her pink little tongue darted out from time to time to lick at suddenly dry lips. Imperceptibly the motion of her plunging hips speeded up until she was pounding her cunt madly up and down on her husband's impaling male member.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." she chanted, in time to her frenzied lunges. The room was filled with the sounds of harsh breathing and the wet smack of over-heated loins.
"Christ. . . . Hurry up, baby," Steve pleaded as he felt the first hot signals of his approaching orgasm stabbing through his balls. To help her along faster, he began to vibrate his thumb across the tip of her massively swollen clitoris until everything was a blur. Just as the boiling sperm began its mad race up from the base of his cock, he felt her orgasm starting.
Ellen froze for a moment, her eyes wide with the shock of a release too powerful to control. "I . . . I'm CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" she finally shrieked, her voice starting out as a whisper and finally rising to the point where it hurt Steve's ears. He watched her stomach muscles suck in powerfully as her inner spasms began, and suddenly she rose up high, her cunt almost pulling free of Steve's upthrusting penis. She hung there a moment, as if afraid to move, and then slammed down with all her strength, ramming Steve's spouting, jerking cock as far up into her inner depths as it would go. Again and again she slammed down against the spurting rock-hard shaft, as if she were trying to pierce an invisible barrier with its spongy tip.
Still in the grip of his own orgasm, Steve was nevertheless able to appreciate the wild beauty of his madly fucking wife as she twisted and writhed in the throes of her orgasm. God . . . the first time she came was only a warm-up! he thought in awe, little realizing how much sex his wife had had during the day. Then, the full brunt of his own orgasm took control of his mind and body and he was no longer thinking. For the next few moments, both he and Ellen were two panting, moaning, writhing masses of primordial protoplasm, lost in the age-old reactions of all bi-sexual life. Their life juices welled up from their bodies, mixed in the hot quivering cavity of Ellen's womb, and then came gushing back out the rhythmically spasming opening of her vagina to smear over the thighs and bellies of both of them. Steve's hands were locked tightly around his wife's bucking hips, holding her cunt tightly down against his loins, riding with her, so that he could fill her with his gushing male seed. She jerked above him, her face wild, her long red hair flailing around her shoulders, the muscles in her torso writhing like snakes.
Steve was finished first, with his cock giving only an occasional final shudder, but Ellen ran on above him, her violent motions slowing bit by bit, until she was barely moving above his rapidly softening penis.
"Peace, baby, peace!" he pleaded, gasping for breath. "You're gonna suck my guts right out the end of my cock!" While Ellen's outer movements had almost stopped, her ever-hungry cunt was still nibbling eagerly at her husband's tightly trapped rod.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, a dreamy look on her face. "Just trying to make sure I get every last drop." Leaning forward, she gave her husband a lingering, warm, wet kiss on the mouth. "Thanks, big daddy," she murmured, straightening up once again. "Thanks for my desert."
CHAPTER FOUR
Hours later, Steve's occasional snore reverberated through the bedroom, but Ellen had been unable to get to sleep, which was very unlike her. She usually slept like a log, particularly after a day as packed with sex like yesterday had been.
It was the memory of that sex-packed day which was keeping her awake. What am I going to do about myself? she thought miserably. Her mind was at war. In unguarded moments a hot flush of excited memory would sweep over her as she remembered Dr. Johnson's hard swollen cock as she had pulled it from his pants. But then her conscience would strike, damning her for so casually giving away what should belong only to her husband. She felt particularly guilty after Steve's inspired love-making. If he only knew what a little whore I am. . . . Even now her cunt burned with a smoldering desire, and despite herself she couldn't keep out of her troubled mind the half-formed plans for seducing the handsome young patient that had been admitted to the hospital a few days ago. Oh . . . what's the matter with me? the confused young wife asked herself hopelessly. Do I have to lay everybody I meet?
Gradually the guilt subsided, replaced by a genuine desire to get to the roots of her problem. How did it all start? Ellen wondered, remembering that at one time in her life she had been quite sexually conservative. When was that? she asked herself. Before I was married? She remembered how she had been a virgin before meeting Steve. No . . . even after that! she decided. While she and Steve had fucked like rabbits ever since that memorable night when he had taken her supposedly precious virginity, she had remained faithful to him ... for a long time. Until after they were married. What made me change?
For a long time the perplexed young woman struggled with that question, trying to pick out one single event in her life that might account for the radical change in her sexual behavior. But nothing stood out that clearly. Looking back, she remembered instead a slow alteration of her feelings, a growing desire for sexual promiscuity that had finally burst free not so very long ago. Only a little more than a year. . . . After I'd started working at the hospital. . . .
The idea hit her like a thunderclap. Of course! she thought triumphantly. The hospital! The job! Being a nurse!
Ever since she had decided on her profession, Ellen had scoffed at the snickering rumors about nurse's being sexually insatiable. But it's really true! she decided. Look at me! And as she thought about it, Ellen slowly realized what a horny bunch her fellow young nurses were. But why? she asked herself. Why should we be so different?
For the next hour, the thoughtful young redhead slowly mulled over the questions she had asked herself, and gradually a somewhat coherent picture began to form in her mind. All those naked bodies lying around all the time. . . . All those people in bed-it gives you ideas! There was more to it than that, of course. It was such an unusual life-the uneven working hours-the feeling that normal life was temporarily suspended during those long crisis-filled nights at the hospital-like a war-time atmosphere. And the temptation. The ever-present young doctors and interns. The lonely, willing, horny patients. And hanging over the entire Dante-esque scene, the stark realities of the struggle between life and death. No wonder that conventional moralities seem to melt away, Ellen thought. Why didn't I see all this before?
Convinced she had at least a partial answer to her seemingly depraved behavior, Ellen eagerly thought back to her own slow progress down the pleasant path of immorality. If had started with a general growing uneasiness, a kind of lurking hunger up inside her supposedly satisfied wifely little belly. God knows, Steve had been fucking her enough!
But I tried my best! Ellen reminded herself as she lay in bed, staring into the dark. She remembered all the times she had turned down the blunt sexual invitations of her male colleagues. I was a good girl, Ellen thought, almost giggling as she remembered what she would now call foolish innocence. So how come I fell? The young wife's brow furrowed as she tried to remember the first time she had been unfaithful to Steve. It was so hard to pick one incident out of the flood of lewd memories of sweating bodies and hard spurting male organs -and sometimes the soft wet feel of quivering female flesh.
Let's see ... she thought. Oh yes! It was that young guy with the two broken legs! A flood of memories began to come back to Ellen. She saw herself as she was then, looking pretty much as she did now, but with an indefinable air of rectitude that had since metamorphosed into an air of constant sexual invitation. A slow smile came over Ellen's face as she remembered that fateful night.
* * *
Nurse Ellen Burbage walked quickly down the hall, angrily rubbing the sore spot on her lushly rounded ass where one of the doctor's had just pinched her. "That bastard! I ought to complain to my supervisor!" she muttered to herself, at the same time realizing how futile that would be. Ellen was a little afraid of her supervisor-a fierce and battle-hardened older woman. Just a few months out of nursing school, Ellen didn't want to get the reputation of being a complainer. And besides, from what she had already heard and seen, doctor's were expected to pinch the nurse's asses. This place is a real bordello, Ellen found herself thinking, remembering how, just a couple of hours ago, she had seen another doctor leading a young nurse into a dark and empty room. With a flash of shame, Ellen remembered also the hot flashes of excitement that had flared up in her belly, looking at that closed door, as her fertile imagination ran wild. For a moment I was wishing it was me! she found herself thinking, and had to admit that even that insulting pinch on the butt had made her loins quiver. The doctor had been very good-looking.
Nervously straightening out her tight white uniform, Ellen continued on down the hall. What's been getting into me lately? she asked herself, not for the first time. Or maybe it's what's not been getting into me, she added silently, shocked at the lewdness of her own thoughts. But there was no denying that her tight little cunt had been in a continual state of seething need for days now. She'd tried working it out in bed with Steve, but the harder he made love to her, the more frustrated she became.
"Hey! You trying to fuck your old man to death?" he'd asked her, half joking. "A hell of a way to collect my life insurance." Ellen had done her best to control herself after that, realizing that she wasn't letting Steve get any sleep. He dragged off to the office in the morning tired and bleary-eyed, his cock rubbed nearly raw.
But the need had grown. As the atmosphere of the hospital seeped into Ellen's being, she found that the sharp edges that had formerly marked the parameters of her world were crumbling. The constant drama of life and death unfolding around her, the shared tension of the staff during the constant series of crises they had to face every day affected her as it seemed to affect most of the others. Strained excitement turned naturally into sexual stirrings, and Ellen, sensual by nature, found she was hardly able to control herself at times. But control herself she did, determined that she was not going to be unfaithful to her husband. She had almost fallen once, in the silent early morning hours, when the doctor Oh duty had unexpectedly come up behind her, putting his arms around her body and cupping her firm breasts in his hands. While he gently nuzzled her neck, Ellen felt her willpower slipping. Paralyzed from the powerful reactions of her sensitively aware breasts, the stunned young nurse had been unable to move for a moment, but when the doctor's hands slipped lower, trying to work under her dress, she suddenly stiffened, knowing if he ever made it to her palpitating aroused cunt, all her resistance would melt. She turned on the surprised man in a fury, angry as much at her own treacherous bodily reactions as at his unsolicited fondling of her breasts.
These were some of the things that were bothering Nurse Ellen Burbage as she entered one of the semi-private rooms, determined to smother the shameful thoughts in her mind by concentrating on her work.
"Good evening, Mr. Hellstrom," she said, trying to sound as professional as possible. "And how are we doing tonight?"
"I don't know how you're doing, but my ass itches like hell," he replied. His legs were encased in plaster from his toes to nearly his waist, the result of a motorcycle accident.
"Well, we mustn't complain, must we?" Ellen said, feeling that somehow she was losing the initiative.
"Hey, what's this we stuff?" Mr. Hellstrom asked. "Does your ass itch, too?"
Ellen blushed, partly because she realized her patient was right. She'd been sounding like old Mrs. Lundgren, a nurse who dated back to somewhere around World War Two. And she also blushed, because Mr. Hellstrom was a good-looking, virile young man, and his words suddenly made Ellen very aware of her ass. Yes, it does itch, she thought, but not in the way you mean! The tingling that had been simmering all day in her nether parts, if anything, was getting stronger.
"Well . . . what are you in here for this time?" Mr. Hellstrom asked. "The needle, the bedpan, or what?"
"I've got to give you a bath," Ellen said, dropping the regal we.
"Aren't you afraid my plaster will run?" Mr. Hellstrom asked, grimacing unhappily down at his two rigidly encased legs, which jutted out from under his hospital gown like big white pieces of pipe.
"It'll be a sponge bath, of course," Ellen said, wondering how she kept letting Mr. Hellstrom get the verbal advantage over her. He must be bored out of his mind lying there day after day, she decided. If he gets his kicks out of being witty, well . . . why not?
Ellen hadn't given many sponge baths on her own yet, especially on big solidly-built men like Mr. Hellstrom, with his two legs heavy and immobile. It took her a long time to work the hospital gown off him. She found herself jealous of the way the older nurses performed this difficult chore so easily, removing the gown a little at a time, as they washed each separate part of the patient's body.
"Can't you help a little more?" she asked the prostrate man as she struggled to free one of his arms.
"No ... I like to watch you work," he answered. Ellen had been washing his broad muscular chest, lost in admiration of its sinewy breadth, and she missed the slight thickening of his voice, Mr. Hellstrom had been nearly a month in this bed, cut off from the company of the numerous girls he was accustomed to fucking, and was vitally aware of the lush young form under Ellen's uniform as she struggled to wash him. He managed to maneuver so that one of her excitingly near breasts spent a long time pressed against his arm. It took all the willpower the young man had to keep from reaching out and sliding his hand up underneath the hem of her uniform. From the way the shiny white material stretched over her full hips and ass, he had little doubt as to the girl's eminent ability to satisfy.
"Almost half done," Ellen said breathlessly, as she finished washing her patient's broad chest and shoulders. She hated to cover up such an expanse of manliness and regretfully fastened up the top of his gown once again. He wasn't the only one affected by the nearness of their bodies. "Okay . . . let's do the . . . rest of you," she said, suddenly very aware that "the rest of him" was his belly and loins.
Why am I acting like this? she asked herself angrily. I've washed men before without it bothering me like this. ...
But she was almost blushing as she slowly pulled the bottom of Mr. Hellstrom's hospital grown up over his lower body. Oh, no! she thought as she stared down at what she had uncovered.
Mr. Hellstrom was getting an erection!
Ellen had been afraid she'd seen something stirring under the shapeless gown, but she was still unprepared for what was there. Mr. Hellstrom was a well-endowed young man, and his long thick cock was hardening rapidly, pulsing powerfully as each of his heartbeats raised it another fraction of an inch above his loins.
What do I do? she asked herself frantically, trying to remember her training. Then she remembered something about rapping the offending member with a pencil, but she had forgotten her pencil. And in the middle of her panic, like a siren song in the back of her mind, one treacherous thought kept repeating itself.-What a beautiful cock!
It was a nice cock-maybe not as large as her husband's, but well-shaped, with a gently flaring head. But it was a dangerous cock too -much, much too tempting. She had to get rid of it.
Maybe my finger will work just as well, Ellen thought, flicking her index finger at the rapidly thickening shaft, but that was a mistake. As her finger thudded into the meaty rod, she became vitally aware of its smooth hot reality, and Mr. Hellstrom moaned softly, his penis jerking even further aloft under the stimulation of the first female touch it had felt in weeks.
"Oh, Christ, the damn thing feels like it's going to explode," he groaned, turning pleading eyes on Ellen. "Can't you do anything about it?"
Ellen swallowed nervously, her mind racing in a hundred different directions at once. She knew she should just cover Mr. Hellstrom's loins up again and leave the room, but the idiotic picture of how his hospital gown would look thrust up from below like a tent by the man's now fully erect cock made such an action seem somehow futile. No, it had to shrink to normal size again! Once more the desperate young nurse flicked her finger against the throbbingly erect rod that jutted obscenely up from her patient's body, but if anything, her second attempt was even more feeble, and to her amazement she found herself unable to remove her hand from the vicinity. The burning heat of Mr. Hellstrom's arousal attracted her like a magnet. . Slowly, tentatively, she reached out again, this time to stroke the huge rode lovingly, reverently.
"It's . . . it's so hot!" she heard herself say, but her voice sounded a thousand miles away.
"Yeah. . . . Yeah. . . . That's the way!" Mr. Hellstrom stammered as Ellen's soft fingers glided lightly up and down his quivering erection. His eyes were fixed pleadingly on her. If it just wasn't for those casts. . . . Ellen thought, her mind stumbling along brokenly. The casts came up high, with a center portion cut out to give Mr. Hellstrom's genitals space for air, but now, to Ellen, the main effect was to draw attention to the pulsing fleshy shaft that jutted up from out of the surrounding expanse of plaster, like a sturdy plant growing up out of the sidewalk. The contrast was too much for the already thoroughly aroused young nurse.
With a little whimper, Ellen fell on her knees next to the bed, her hand finally making the decision to wrap itself tightly around Mr. Hellstrom's upthrusting member. She knelt there, like a worshipper, doing homage to her patient's massively swollen manhood.
"Atta baby, atta baby . . . jack me off!" he panted eagerly, hardly daring to believe this lovely young nurse was now holding his erect cock in her soft little hand. His long drought seemed over at last.
"But . . . we'll get it all over the bed!" Ellen replied, shocked that her only response should be so practical.
"Oh, Christ . . . what do I care?" Mr. Hellstrom moaned. "You just can't leave me here hanging like this!"
No, I can't, Ellen thought, nor did she want to. Her growing sexual hunger of the past few weeks now found a focus in the throbbing penis she held lightly in her hand. So far, Steve had been the only man she'd ever had, and she was fascinated by the small differences between Mr. Hellstrom's cock and his. And the similarities. It pulsed in her hand just like Steve's, even if it was a little smaller, but the bullet shaped head didn't flare out as widely as her husband's. I'll bet it goes in easy, she caught herself thinking, and for a moment she wondered if it would be worth the risk to pull off her panties and climb up on Mr. Hellstrom's virile young body, plaster and all. But that was too much of a chance for the half-frightened girl to take. Part of her mind told her she could get in just as much trouble for massaging a patient's swollen cock, as she was doing now, but it did seem like a lot less of a commitment.
"Come on . . . come on ... do something!" Mr. Hellstrom's voice ground out, jerking her from her reverie. Excitedly, the young redhead began to slide her fingers more strongly up and down the groaning man's unbelievably hard cock. Ellen stared in wonderment as she watched the smooth hot penile skin work up and down over the bone-hard core beneath, and on the underside she could feel the tightly swollen tube from which she knew the sperm would soon spurt if she kept up with her lewd pumping. She had an image of the slippery thick liquid spouting out of the little slit at the tip of Mr. Hellstrom's cock-maybe on to her own uniform, and how would she explain that? Common sense told her to stop now, but her seething insides wanted that obscene fluid to jet up from the writhing man's already drum-tight balls.
Suddenly the obvious solution occurred to Ellen. She'd both see that he came and make sure that his semen didn't get on anything!
Mr. Hellstrom quickly noticed the change in Ellen's manner. "Well . . . what the hell are you going to do?" he asked irritably as Ellen scrambled up on the bed next to him, her face flushed with excitement.
"I'm going to suck your cock," she said breathlessly, thrilled by the sound of the lewd words coming from her own lips-lips that would soon be wrapped around this near-stranger's ready cock. Mr. Hellstrom's mouth fell open in amazement.
"Then what are you waiting for?" he finally managed to choke out, trying to draw Ellen's head down toward his anxious organ. But she shook off his desperate grip, wanting to do it her own way. For one thing, her conscience still screamed no, and she knew she'd have to work up to the final irrevocable moment slowly. Images of her husband flickered through her mind, but quickly became swamped by the much more vivid picture of Mr. Hellstrom's lovely cock, only inches away, and indisputably appetizing.
Positioning herself above her patient, Ellen cupped his swollen rod in both her hands, so that the smooth, torpedo-shaped tip stared one-eyed straight up into her face, which was poised just inches away. The quiveringly expectant Mr. Hellstrom could actually feel her warm breath washing tantalizingly over his achingly sensitive glans. Unable to move his plaster-encased hips, he had no choice but to lie there and wait, while every normal instinct in his sex-starved body told him to thrust his ready manhood up toward the lovely face above. He stared eagerly at Ellen's slightly parted lips.
Ellen was staring, too, at the male cock she had already decided to suck, to take into her mouth the same way she did her husband's much more familiar cock. She knew it was wrong, but there seemed no way she could stop herself. What was happening now seemed like the natural and inevitable outcome of the weeks of growing sexual tension that had been smoldering in her nubile young body. And if there had been any chance of pulling back at the last moment, it vanished when a single shining drop of sperm appeared at the tip of Mr. Hellstrom's waiting cock, glittering like a jewel, drawn up from his overheated testicles by Ellen's eager manipulating of his long-denied cock.
With a little moan, Ellen's head fell forward, and her tiny pink tongue darted out to lave warmly over the head of her patient's shuddering organ. Immediately her mouth was flooded with the salty tang of semen, and she knew she had to have more-every drop that Mr. Hellstrom carried in the wrinkled sac of his testicles below.
"Oh, yeah . . . yeah ... do it, baby.... Suck it!" Mr. Hellstrom spat out obscenely, his belly-muscles sucking in as he felt the first hot wet touch of Ellen's tongue against the swollen tip of his painfully engorged cock.
Kneeling above her patient, Ellen was vitally aware of the musky male smell of his genitals just inches away from her face. It's not really so wrong, she tried to tell herself as she struggled with her guilt. Ifs not like I was letting him FUCK me! She might have hesitated longer, trying to make up her mind as to whether or not she was unforgivably betraying her husband, but Mr. Hellstrom, able no longer to stand the torture of having Ellen's lovely lips merely brushing over the end of his cock, reached up his powerful hands, and tangling his fingers in her thick dark hair, yanked her head down toward his desperately needing penis.
"Mmmmmpppphhh," Ellen choked out as the prostrate man's long thick organ pounded irresistibly past her half-open lips. Taken by surprise, she started to gag as she felt the rubbery swollen tip ram deep into the back of her throat. Her first reaction was to struggle free, but it quickly became clear that Mr. Hellstrom was too strong for her. There was no way she could beg him to let her go either- her mouth was too stuffed with cock for her to speak.
Accepting the inevitable, Ellen determined that her best course would be to go on to the end-suck the hot sperm up out of her desperate patient's cock until it became soft and harmless in her mouth. That's what I told him I'd do, anyhow, the helplessly trapped young nurse reminded herself as she hunched over her captor's lust-swollen loins.
Forcing herself to relax, Ellen opened her throat as Steve had already shown her how to do, and made more room for Mr. Hellstrom's massively swollen rod to work its way in and out of her cock-stuffed mouth. He was already guiding her head up and down over his rock-hard shaft with his hands, fucking himself with the young redhead's hot wet mouth. Sensing that Mr. Hellstrom had already passed the point of no return, and was no longer totally responsible for his actions, Ellen stopped her earlier futile struggles and rode along with his frenzied urgings, adding extra motions of her own until her head was bobbing regularly up and down over the grunting man's plaster-encased loins.
How did I get into this? Ellen asked herself when she was able to think again. Here she was, Ellen Burbage, nurse, still dressed in her white uniform, kneeling on a patient's bed, her sturdy hospital shoes digging into her tender ass-cheeks, bent forward with a patient's swollen cock rammed halfway down her throat.
He was suffering! she tried to tell herself, attempting to force from her mind the memory of her own powerful reaction to the sight of this handsome man's aroused cock. I'm just doing it to help him out, she rationalized. He was so horny!
Oh, hell! Ellen finally told herself in disgust. Who am I kidding? I LOVE it! Realizing that she was only detracting from her own enjoyment of her part in this lewd scene, the cock-munching redhead kicked the last of her hesitation out of her mind and went to work with a will.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," she moaned happily, sucking powerfully on Mr. Hellstrom's throbbingly hard cock, luxuriating in its hot fleshy male taste. At the same time her fingers dipped down into his plaster-guarded crotch, massaging the base of his wrinkled ball sac, bringing an answering ecstatic moan from the recipient of her passionate ministrations.
I never knew I could get so turned on sucking a cock, Ellen thought wonderingly. Half of her excitement was the knowledge of the very forbiddenness of what she was doing. She knew that if she was caught in the middle of this obscene act, her job at the hospital could be over. Why didn't I remember to lock the door? she thought frantically. But it was too late now. She wasn't about to desert Mr. Hellstrom's pulsing member until she had finally sucked the cum right out the end of the lust-swollen tip that was bouncing crazily against her tonsils.
Refining her technique, Ellen began to make long smooth strokes up and down her patient's throbbing penis, all the time laving her slippery tongue over the part of it still captured up inside the burning hot depths of her butter-soft mouth. She could feel the rubbery tube on its underside swelling and swelling, and knew that it was only a matter of minutes before it became filled with its rushing torrent of seminal fluid.
"Atta girl . . . suck ... for Christ's sake, don't stop sucking!" Mr. Hellstrom begged, his face distorted in pleasurable agony as he felt his cock being worked over by Ellen's eager mouth. What a blast! he thought ecstatically, hardly able to believe this was really happening. Staring down at Ellen's bobbing head, he eagerly watched his monstrously swollen shaft race in and out between her cruelly stretched lips. From time to time, her thick red hair would fall forward over his sweating loins, and he would reach up and push the heavy tresses aside, anxious to see his lewd penetration of this willing young nurse's cock-filled face. Several times his gaze strayed to the incongruity of the little white starched nurse's cap that rose rhythmically up and down with each of Ellen's pleasure-inducing movements. The guys at the club will never believe this! he told himself, hardly able to believe it himself. Christ! I wish she was naked! I'd like to get my finger up her cunt!
He wasn't the only one thinking about her cunt. Ellen was becoming more and more aware of the burning need up inside that hot little tunnel, but every time she pondered the advisability of ripping off her panties and transferring Mr. Hellstrom's ever-swelling cock to her hungry snatch, a great wave of doubt and fear would sweep over her, much as it had done when she was still a virgin. No! That would be going too far! I could never forgive myself! she thought in anguished indecision. Wasn't she doing enough already? But her need raged on, and she tried to transfer it all into her effort to fill her sensitive mouth with Mr. Hellstrom's hot semen. Concentrating her attention on the job before her, Ellen sucked to end it, her slightly freckled cheeks hollowing and filling as she slaved over Mr. Hellstrom's near-bursting cock. At the same time, she began to drag her fingernail maddeningly over the wildly aroused man's tightly clenched asshole.
This last refinement was too much for the heavily panting young man below her. With a choked cry, Mr. Hellstrom let her know he was starting to cum, but Ellen had already been forewarned by a last minute further swelling of the long thick organ filling her sucking mouth. Get ready! she warned herself as she felt the big shaft begin to buck and jerk inside her mouth, and a moment later the first hot load of sperm jetted into the apprehensive nurse's mouth, nearly making her strangle. Swallowing desperately, she tried to stay ahead of the thick gushing fluid, but some of it was forced back out from where her ovalled lips circled tightly around the spasming shaft, running down her chin and dripping onto Mr. Hellstrom's hairy loins in thick ropy trails.
The groaning man writhed helplessly below, his hips naturally trying to jerk up against Ellen's madly sucking mouth above, but were held down by their rigid coating of plaster. Once again his fingers tangled in Ellen's hair, holding her head down tight against his cum-smeared loins while he buried his spurting organ to the hilt in her lovely young face.
Ellen thought it would never end-that hot hard jets of semen would keep pumping up out of Mr. Hellstrom's balls indefinitely, but finally she felt the shuddering member begin to shrink in her mouth, and at long last she let the now-rubbery cock slip limply from between her tiring lips. She sat up wearily, wiping the residues of her patient's lewd cum from her chin, searching his sweating face for signs of approval, when she became suddenly aware of a cold draft of air on her back.
The door was open!
"Oh!" Ellen exclaimed in shock, and spinning around on her knees, saw a man standing in the doorway. It was Dr. Peele, the head of the ward.
"And who, may I ask?" he said icily, "wrote that prescription, Nurse Burbage?"
Ellen could only stammer. She had always been half-afraid of Dr. Peele. He was considerably older than her, a big man with a pot belly, and she had never seen him smile. There was something about him that made her uneasy. Once or twice she had seen some of the older nurses look at him with what she could only interpret as lewd intent, but why they did so, she was unable to understand. She had long ago decided that Dr. Peele repelled her.
"I . . . I . . ." she started to say, hastily scrambling off the bed, giving the sheet a flick in a vain attempt to cover up Mr. Hellstrom's still partially erect and dripping cock.
"Got a good story thought out?" Dr. Peele asked. "I hope so, because clumsy lies bore me. Perhaps you're going to say that you were just testing the patient's reflexes, and thought you'd employ the most sensitive part of his anatomy?"
Ellen's mouth opened and closed silently several times, but she was unable to force a single word out. Indeed, she had no idea of what to say, but just stood there, sunk in shamed misery.
"You know, Nurse Burbage, that such behavior with patients is strictly prohibited by hospital regulations, don't you?" Dr. Peele asked sternly. "Well, don't you?" he prodded when the unhappy young woman failed to answer, and she finally nodded dumbly.
"And you know," he continued, "that the rules call for the dismissal of any staff member caught in the act of sexual congress with a patient . . . don't you?"
Ellen nodded again, her face a study in misery. Oh . . . how will I ever be able to explain to Steve the way I lost my job ? she asked herself unhappily. "Please . . ." she finally was able to choke out. "Can't you overlook this one time? I'll never do anything like it again!"
Dr. Peele gave her a strange smile. "So. . .. You don't want to lose your job? You don't want to be thrown out in disgrace? You know, of course, that you'd never get another job in a hospital with this on your record, and he waved vaguely in the direction of Mr. Hellstrom's now much diminished penis. That young man was anxiously watching the drama being played out in front of him, assaying his own chances of getting in trouble. He decided they were slight, although he wouldn't put it past the hospital to charge him for extra services, and he was about to intercede on Ellen's behalf, when matters took a new turn.
Ellen had been nodding automatically to Dr. Peele's accusative questions, resigning herself to a future of ignominious shame, when she became aware that his small sharp eyes were traveling appreciatively up and down her white-clad body. "However," he was saying, "I personally would hate to see a fine young woman of your promise ruin her life over such a trivial episode." He licked his lips nervously.
"Perhaps we could come to some kind of an . . . understanding. . . ." he said, his voice growing slightly thick. Ellen was aware that his gaze was fastened on her crotch.
My God! she thought in sudden realization. He wants to fuck me! A wave of nausea swept over the young redhead as she stared back at the big, gross man. Never . . . never . . . I she screamed silently, and instinctively took a step backward.
Dr. Peele's composure was slipping badly. He moved after the retreating Ellen, lust washing over his features. "How about it," he asked her heavily. "Can you think of anything that might make me change my mind?"
"What do you mean?" Ellen choked out, trying for time.
"Oh, let's quit playing games," Dr. Peele snapped out, his patience wearing thin as he fruitlessly tried to see beneath Ellen's tight-fitting uniform. "I'll be blunt. You were performing a sexual act with your patient. In this case, I think two wrongs can make a right. You perform a sexual act with me, and I'll just forget the little tableau I walked into." Which was not quite true. For some time Dr. Peele had been keeping an appreciative eye turned toward Ellen's opulently lush buttocks as they swayed down the hallways, and had followed her into this part of the ward with half-formed plans for her seduction struggling to life in his brain. And now he realized he'd been presented with an opportunity he might never have again. Already he could envision a naked Ellen Burbage writhing abandonedly beneath him. But her reply burst his little bubble.
"No! Never!" she rapped out. "How could a dirty old man like you even suggest such a thing!" Which was a tactical error on her part, because now anger was added to Dr. Peele's lust. Dirty old man? he thought angrily. Why, the stuck-up bitch! Thinks she's too good for old Toby Peele, does she? Tossing aside all caution, the heavy-set older man stepped close to Ellen, seizing her by the arm.
"Alright, baby," he snarled. "Have it your way! Come on, we're going down the hall to see your supervisor. And you're married, aren't you? I think your husband deserves a phone call."
His thrust went home. Ellen was willing to accept the loss of her job, but the thought of Steve knowing what she had done completely panicked her. "Wait!" she cried desperately, fighting back against Dr. Peele's insistently tugging arm. "You can't, you wouldn't tell my husband!" There was so much horror in her voice that her tormentor knew for the first time that he was going to win.
"I'll give you two minutes to get out of that uniform," he said with an evil leer. "And if, by that time, you're not naked, then I'm going right to my office and make that call!" There was a short silence while Ellen's eyes widened with shock. "Two minutes!" he repeated, while she cast a silent appeal for help in the direction of the man who's cock she'd so recently sucked.
But far different thoughts were racing madly inside young Mr. Hellstrom's mind, very few of them chivalrous. Christ . . . the old goat wants to fuck her . . . right here and now! he thought excitedly, realizing he might be about to get his wish to see Ellen's naked body . . . and with a fat cock stuffed up it!
"Better do as he says," the excited young patient said, and Ellen's heart sank. There was to be no help in that direction.
"But can't we talk this..." Ellen started to say, but she was cut off by Dr. Peele's rasping voice.
"Only a minute left," he rapped out, looking at his watch. "I have your husband's work number in your personnel file, you know," he added menacingly.
"All right ... all right!" Ellen said desperately, willing to do almost anything to keep Dr. Peele from going out the door and wrecking her marriage. She had not yet decided to give into the man's horrible demands, but began to struggle obediently out of her uniform. Two pair of male eyes watched her as she fumbled with the buttons on the front of the simple white garment, two pair of eyes filled with lust. Hesitantly Ellen pulled her uniform over her head and let it drop from trembling fingers. She was glad she had worn a full slip underneath, and felt almost as clothed as she had a moment before.
"C-Can't we do this someplace else?" she asked Dr. Peele, casting a meaningful glance in the direction of the grinning Mr. Hellstrom. But Dr. Peele knew if he let her get out of the room now, the spell would be broken, and he would never get to plunge his already hardening cock into her lovely young body, the body he'd determined to see stripped nude in front of him.
"Shut up and take it off!" he ordered, staring at the girl's creamy shoulders above the white straps of her slip. Not knowing what else she could do, Ellen pulled the slip over her head and tossed it down on top of her already discarded uniform. She cringed under Dr. Peele's gloating look as his eyes swept hungrily over her partially uncovered body. She was now only wearing her bra, panties, low-heeled white nurses shoes, and a pair of long sheer white stockings, held in place by a slender elastic garter belt.
"The bra . . . the bra . . . take it off!" Dr. Peele ordered hoarsely. And with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Ellen reached behind her back to the hook that held the filmy brassiere in place. Both men watched avidly. The bra was partly transparent, and already they could faintly make out behind its shimmering material the dark circles that marked her nipples. Mr. Hellstrom was a little disappointed, because Ellen's breasts had looked larger when she was bent over him in her white uniform, but both men let out a collective gasp when the bra finally fluttered free, baring the girl's rose-capped twin mounds. Christ, they're perfect! the young patient found himself thinking as he stared at the gently curved nude symmetry of the disrobing nurse's quivering mounds.
Ellen knew what Dr. Peele expected next, but she doubted she could do it. She was now naked to the waist, her proud, high-set breasts rising and falling rapidly with her tortured breathing. Her lower body was still encased in white, except for where pink flesh showed through between her panties and the tops of her stockings.
"The panties ... the panties!" Dr. Peele said, his voice sharp and half-choked. He waited impatiently as Ellen's thumb's hooked hesitantly in the waistband of her white bikini panties, which she was wearing over her garter belt. She knew when she took them off her cunt would be naked and defenseless, obscenely framed by the white material of her nurse's stockings and garter belt. With a shudder she realized she had gone too far to back out now. If she had called Dr. Peele's bluff while she still had the chance. . . . But now that she was nearly naked, all he would have to do was call in the duty nurse and say he'd caught her like this with the patient. Cursing her earlier indecision, Ellen gritted her teeth and quickly pulled down her panties.
"God, genuine red pussy hair!" she heard Dr. Peele exclaim. His voice grated on her, but she still had some hope. Maybe he'll be satisfied if he just sees me naked, she told herself hopefully, half sick at the thought of having her body violated by a man who repelled her so much. She was beginning to unfasten the garter-belt snaps that held her stockings in place when Dr. Peele stopped her.
"No!" he said gloatingly. "I want you just like that ... in your stockings and shoes."
With a rush of horror, Ellen realized that Dr. Peele was already fumbling with his own clothes. He's really going to do it! her fear-numbed brain screamed out. The half paralyzed young woman stared helplessly as Dr. Peele quickly stripped to the waist. To her surprise, he was much less flabby than she had expected, and she remembered the many times she had seen him on the way to the squash court in the basement of the hospital. But she got her greatest shock when he kicked his shoes free and then stripped his pants, underwear and all, down over his bare feet. The mesmerized girl found herself staring at the biggest cock she'd ever seen.
My God! It's ENORMOUS! she thought, staring at the huge fleshy spear that jutted out from Dr. Peele's hairy loins. It was already much larger than Steve's and obviously still growing! Suddenly Ellen began to see Dr. Peele in a new light. True, he was old, and he was a little fat, but naked he looked a lot more impressive than he did with clothes on, and not the least of the reasons was the monstrous cock that jerked and twitched between his powerful legs, dancing higher with every heartbeat. Ellen licked her lips nervously.
"You ... you want to put that thing in ME?" she asked incredulously. A slow smile spread over the doctor's face. Obviously this was not the first time he'd had the mere sight of his monster organ perform its subtle magic on an unwilling maiden's mind. And it was having an effect. Ellen was remembering the persistent tinglings in her cunt earlier in the day, and her excited imaginings of what had gone on between the doctor and nurse in that empty room. And her memories of the hot sexy feel of Mr. Hellstrom's cock in her mouth. Was this that much worse? And besides, I'd be doing it to save my marriage to Steve, she rationalized feebly, her eyes never leaving Dr. Peele's massively pulsing cock. It had swelled to almost its full girth now, and pointed up toward the doctor's powerful heavy belly, looking more like a weapon than an instrument of pleasure. All the secret yearnings that had been growing over the past weeks far up inside Ellen's excitable little belly fastened their hopes on that giant probe which jiggled and danced with the big man's every motion. Ellen was faintly aware that the wrinkled balls that dangled below Dr. Peele's ready organ were correspondingly huge. What a load of cum he must have! she found herself thinking.
"No . . ." she said feebly, backing away as the leering man came nakedly nearer. "No . . ." she repeated as she let him push her down on the empty bed next to Mr. Hellstrom's. Her legs dangled over the edge, and she instinctively tried to kick them closed, but Dr. Peele was too fast. Moving surprisingly quickly for a man of his size, the naked doctor slipped in between the frightened girl's thighs, forcing them open wider with his hands, baring her defenselessly naked genitals to his hungry gaze. At the last moment, Ellen tried to save herself, struggling desperately to writhe away from the big man now that she felt his bulk insinuating itself between her helplessly spread thighs. But it was no use-he was just too strong for her.
"It's too late now," Dr. Peele said, staring angrily down at the naked girl spread-eagled below him. Ellen looked up at her tormentor, her eyes fixed on his big cock as he nervously worked the heavy foreskin back and forth over the impossibly broad head with one hand, while the other hand slid inexorably up the soft tender flesh on the inside of his captive's thigh, heading for her soft downy red pubic hair.
Do I want this to happen, or don't I? Ellen frantically asked herself, fruitlessly trying to sort out her scattered thoughts. A part of her was still faithful to her husband, recoiling at the obscene thought of having her vagina plundered by the stranger who towered threateningly above her. But at the same time, the prospect of having Dr. Peele's surprisingly formidable cock shoved up into her undeniably hungry pussy sent shivers of delighted apprehension fluttering in dizzy circles far up up in the girl's soft young belly. What am I worried about? she finally temporized. He's right! It's too late to back out now, even if he'd let me!
The whole internal argument was resolved a moment later when Dr. Peele crowded his considerable bulk closer and placed the mammoth head of his cock against Ellen's widespread pussy. The touch of that hot spongy mass against her ultra-sensitive genitals sent the first hot bolt of unhesitating desire coursing through the girl's electrified nerve-paths. Oh . . . it already feels so good. . . . And he hasn't even put it in yet, the stunned redhead thought wonderingly. She began to pant, and her eyes became wanton as she looked up at the older man.
"So . . . you're not so unwilling after all," Dr. Peele grinned. With one hand he brushed Ellen's fiery red pussy hair aside, baring the entire length of her suddenly wet slit, while with his other hand he worked the blunt tip of his enormously swollen organ in past the thick outer cunt lips. "Got to get it good and wet," he grunted, fast becoming excited as he felt Ellen's hot wet pussy-flesh closing partly around the tip of his cock. Eagerly he slid the mushroom-shaped tip up and down the gushing slit, thoroughly coating as much of it as possible with the girl's slippery lubricating juices.
"Aaaaahhhhhh," Ellen moaned as she felt the spongy flesh drag maddeningly across her easily aroused clitoral nubbin. Despite her earlier hesitancy, the young nurse's hips bucked up involuntarily, in a vain effort to capture the long thick penis that was so near to her achingly needing vaginal hole.
"You want it, don't you, you little whore?" Dr. Peele jeered, sure of himself now, as he glared gloatingly down at his victim's suddenly transformed face. I've seen a lot of girl's turn on fast, but this one's a real sprinter, he thought, congratulating himself.
"Oh, yes, yes . . . for God's sake, stop playing around and shove it in!" Ellen pleaded, amazed to hear her own voice saying these shameful things. What about Steve? her conscience shrieked, but her cunt shrieked just as loudly. Give me cock! it wailed, and cock was at hand.
"That's the way I like you stuck up little bitches," Dr. Peele sneered. "Flat on your backs and begging for it. Well, hang on, because here it comes!" And leaning further forward, the big man placed the blunt head of his iron-hard cock right against the opening of Ellen's eagerly waiting vagina and began to push.
"Uuuunnggghhh," Ellen grunted as she felt the first delightful stretching of her pussy-only the stretching kept on and on. "Wait!" she cried out, suddenly filled with fear. "It's too big! You're going to split me in two!"
Struggling desperately, Ellen tried to push Dr. Peele's big bulk away, but he was too heavy. To her horror the pressure against her cunt grew and grew but still she had not been penetrated. She had always considered Steve's penis as big as she could ever want, but she was becoming increasingly aware of how much bigger Dr. Peele's was.
From his vantage point on the next bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched eagerly, one hand toying with his resurrecting tool. He'd watched Ellen undressing with great eagerness, and when Dr. Peele pushed her down on the bed and crowded in between her legs, he sat up as straight as he could. His view was good-he had a straight shot up Ellen's crotch, and when Dr. Peele placed the end of his cock against the girl's ever-more-ready cunt-hole, he was able to sight right up the underside of the doctor's monster organ to where it pressed into the girl's dripping slit.
Christ, how does he ever expect to get that tree-stump up her tight little twat? he wondered, sympathizing with Ellen's sudden struggles to get away. But at the same time he wanted to watch to the end, and felt a lurch in his fast-hardening cock as he saw the tip of the doctor's relentlessly advancing probe flatten against the tight wall of defense Ellen's desperately struggling pussy muscles were setting up. Suddenly the head popped up inside, and with a triumphant flick of his hips, Dr. Peele sent the rest of his mighty rod thundering up into the helplessly writhing girl's snatch.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" Ellen shrieked, as she felt her insides invaded by the awesome girth of Dr. Peele's hard-driven cock. She pushed and shoved desperately, trying to push the panting doctor away, but he was inside now and not about to be ejected.
"Hold still, you stupid cunt," he snarled down at her. "You're only hurting yourself worse."
Ellen realized, despite the unbearable agony of his presence up inside her ravished cunt, that he was telling the truth. Gritting her teeth, the sobbing girl forced herself to hold rigidly still as the big man started his first tentative strokes in and out of her plundered genitals.
"Tight cunt!" he grunted, his face grimacing with the bliss of being up inside this lovely young nurse's quivering body. He knew she'd get used to his enormous presence soon enough -they all did-and sure enough, in another couple of minutes he felt the girl relax under him. "Feel better?" he asked, giving her a genuine smile for the first time. Ellen nodded, and then blushed, as the full impact of what was happening came home to her confused mind.
My God! she thought in shock. I'm being fucked by a near-stranger while another man's watching! And not only was there another man watching, but only minutes before Ellen had sucked the hot cum up out of his balls and into her mouth! The very depravity of her situation swept over the girl like a hot blast, fanning the embers of lust that had been sizzling in her body for weeks. Never before had she felt so naked! Never before had she been so aware of a man's cock slithering in and out of her quivering body!
With a choked moan, Ellen gave herself over completely to Dr. Peele. Just as he had hoped, his formerly reluctant conquest turned into a bucking, squealing, writhing whore, plunging her suddenly unashamed hips again and again up against his bristling loins as Ellen tried to fill herself with every inch of his plunging manhood.
"Oh . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard!" she begged deliriously. "Make me cum. . . . Make me cum like I've never cum before!"
Grinning evilly, Dr. Peele lengthened his already long strokes, pulling his long thick organ almost all the way out of Ellen's twitching body on the outstroke, her tender pink inner flesh clinging lovingly to its withdrawing hardness, then he would pause a moment, his cock a long glistening white shaft, while Ellen sobbed in eager need below, begging him to shove it back up inside her hungry depths. Only then would he once again slam his meaty hips forward, impaling the girl on his fleshy stake. On the next bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched eagerly as he furiously pummeled his now thoroughly re-aroused cock.
"Oh ... oh ... oh .. . I'm going to cum . . . cum soon!" Ellen chanted, awed by the power of the orgasm that was slowly building up in her overheated loins.
"You bet you are," Dr. Peele growled. To help make it an orgasm worth remembering, he slid one hand down into the crack of her ass, searching out her hidden asshole. There was a warm trickle of cunt-juice running down from her cock-stuffed pussy, and the doctor's finger skidded in it before he at last found her anus.
"Mmmpphhh," Ellen grunted as she felt his fingertip catch at the opening of the tight little pucker, and then a moment later he was up inside her bowels, probing deep.
"Aaaaiiiiiiii!" Ellen shrieked. It was as if someone had set off a bomb far up inside her lower torso. The lurking orgasm was immediately touched off by the double impalement of the doctor's huge cock in her pussy and his marauding finger up inside her tightly clenched asshole. In another moment it was all Dr. Peele could do, despite his bulk, to hold down the wildly writhing Ellen. Her long white-stockinged legs stuck out straight in the air behind his sweating back, quivering with tension as her orgasm wracked the girl's body in one long shudder after the other. Ellen was blind with passion, and her unseeing eyes glittered hotly behind long thick lashed lashes, while her head whipped back and forth on the bed.
Who the hell would have ever imagined ... ? Dr. Peele asked himself in wonder as he compared the bucking twisting demon below with the frightened apprehensive young woman of a short while ago. I always knew I could pick 'em, but Christ! He thought as he watched Ellen's tightened stomach muscles writhe madly under the stimulus of her incredible climax. And at the same time he was enormously aware of her spasming cunt-muscles jerking hungrily at his near-bursting cock. Can't hold off any longer, he realized, just before the first hot spurts of cum rifled from his cock up into Ellen's shuddering cunt, touched off by the power of her internal action. The doctor threw his shaggy head back, his mouth open wide, and thrusting his cock to the hilt up into Ellen's convulsing loins, proceeded to fill her empty womb with his gushing seed.
On his bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched in awe as the thick cum flowed back out the opening where Ellen's cunt fitted so tightly around the doctor's jerking twitching penis, expelled by the force of her vaginal spasms. The watching man's eyes bulged, as, still pumping his aching cock, he watched the naked couple on the bed thrash out the last of their orgasms.
When it was finally over, Dr. Peele sank back onto the floor exhausted, his cock slithering wetly from Ellen's still twitching cunt. It was over for him, but not for Ellen. Now that she had finally given in to the insistently growing desires that had up until now been only fantasies, a subtle change came over her. I need, I need! she realized. I need sex, lots of sex. . . . More than any one man can give me . . . and still have time for anything else! And the need was still there, despite the tremendous fucking Dr. Peele had just given her. She looked around wildly, groaning inwardly as she saw that the big man's massive cock was shrinking fast . . . becoming useless. Then her eyes strayed over toward Mr. Hellstrom's bed, and to her delight, saw him still eagerly tugging at his massively swollen rod.
"Oh . . . don't waste it!" she said anxiously, and getting quickly to her feet, went over to his bed. "Here," she said, gently tugging his hands away from his swollen rod, "I've got a better idea."
And while the entranced young man watched happily, she clambered up on the bed, positioning her eagerly opened cunt, still dripping with Dr. Peele's cum, over his up-jutting organ.
"Oh, God," Ellen moaned, her eyes opening wide with delight as she slowly forced Mr. Hellstrom's hard hot cock up into her ready pussyhole, "I could do this forever!"
* * *
And that's just what I've been doing, Ellen thought unhappily to herself as she lay in her bed, trying to make out the ceiling in the dark. A hot hungry cunt . . . that's all I am! And the worst part of it is, I don't even WANT to stop!
It was true. Her constant sexual adventures had become a totally necessary part of the young nurse's life And she loved it! Ellen would have felt no guilt at all about her wide-open sex life-except for Steve. Lurking in the back of her mind was the fear that he would eventually find out, and then their marriage would be over. And as much as she loved making love to new men, she felt she loved Steve even more. I think I'd die if he left me, the unhappy redhead thought to herself. She'd tried more than once to give up her sinful life, and it had worked for a few days-almost a week once. Then there would be a handsome new orderly, or one of the doctor's would brush up against her . . . and she'd be off again, panting and writhing as she had the adventure of a new cock sliding in and out of her voracious cunt.
But maybe there's hope now, she told herself. Perhaps the answer lay in the sudden understanding that had come to her tonight- the connection between her job and her seemingly endless sexual need!
I'll quit my job! she decided. But what will I tell Steve ? We need the extra money right now. And besides that, she loved her job. Or is it all the fucking I get there? she asked herself bitterly.
Finally, exhausted, the unhappy young woman drifted off into a troubled sleep, curling close against the warm strong body of her husband.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peggy Smith, still in her uniform, but with her handbag over one shoulder was just exiting from the hospital, when she unexpectedly collided with Ellen.
"Ellen!" Peggy exclaimed in surprise when the two women had untangled themselves. "What are you doing here? I thought this was your day off!"
"It is," Ellen said glumly, "But May Phillips called in sick and they asked me to fill in for her."
"Too bad," the little brunette commiserated. "And on the night shift, at that."
"That's the lowest blow. Steve and I had planned a fine little evening together," Ellen said, her eyes glowing hotly as she thought of the sexual acrobatics she and her husband had planned. The young redhead noticed that Peggy looked away quickly as she said this, and was surprised. Peggy? Bashful about sex? she wondered, and then forgot about it.
But Peggy had a different reason for hiding her feelings than Ellen had imagined. The slender little brunette didn't share her redheaded friend's exuberant outgoing personality. But she was every bit as sensuous, even if it took her much, much longer to let her emotions show than it did Ellen. And right now her emotions were getting out of hand.
So ... Ellen's going to be tied up on the night shift, she thought, as she walked slowly toward her parked car. I wonder what Steve's going to do ? Will he stay at home and wait for her. . . ? Or will he go out?
For months now Peggy had been slowly consumed by a growing lust for Ellen's husband, ever since she had met him at a nurse's party. His manic energy output had been like a candle to her more quiet, moth-like nature. Other women might have conceived a quick passion that would burn out as quickly, but Peggy didn't work that way. The flame had started as a little spark that slowly smoldered hotter and hotter within her dark warm interior. It was against her nature to let her desire show -even to Steve. Peggy didn't sleep with very many men-not because she didn't like sex, but because she hid her desire so well. More than one hopeful young buck who had been attracted to the lush oversized breasts on the girl's slender form had gone away disappointed, convinced that Peggy wouldn't give them the time of day. Their mistake was simply that they had given up too soon. Peggy warmed up slowly.
But she'd had months to warm up about Steve, and a raging fire flamed out of control high up between her well-formed thighs. And it hadn't helped that she'd seen so much evidence of Ellen's constant infidelity around the hospital. If she's getting it, why shouldn't he? she asked herself over and over again. And why shouldn't I?
Of course, Peggy had never let any of this show-not up to now. But her mind was working furiously, just as it had done that day when she had seen Ellen and Dr. Johnson fucking in the storeroom. At the time she had been tempted to use what she had seen to work herself into bed with Steve, but had discarded the idea as just too treacherous-she genuinely liked Ellen. But it had cleared one stumbling block in her mind. If Ellen could have her extra-marital action, then Peggy would feel no guilt in giving a little of the same to Steve!
Lust was probably the best description of Peggy's interest in Steve. She liked him well enough as a person, but what she really wanted to do was crawl in bed with him and feel his big cock up inside her too-long denied cunt! She knew it was big. Ellen had told her giggling several times, and she also knew how frenetic a lover Ellen's short, powerhouse husband was.
Now. . . . Maybe now's the time! Peggy thought to herself. He's home alone, if he's home, and Ellen's stuck at the hospital. . . . Slowly the idea began to form in Peggy's mind, and slowly the idea became a decision. And bit by bit the young brunette's normally placid mind began to speed up as her hormones bubbled merrily at the thought of finally getting what she wanted from Steve. By the time she got home, her mind was made up.
I'll go to see him, she told herself, the first fluttering of excitement beginning to rattle the girl's usually quiet demeanor. It can't hurt anything if I just go to see him.
Slightly out of control for the first time in months, Peggy ran into the house to prepare for her long-awaited adventure. The first thing she did was peel off her simple white uniform, which, while it did make her huge breasts look even bigger than they were, effectively hid their most exciting contours. Naked, she darted into the shower, her oversized tits bouncing crazily as she moved. I want to smell nice, she thought, lathering herself with an expensive perfumed soap. She paid particular attention to her cunt, carefully washing the plump, dark-furred pussy lips, inside and out. She almost overdid it, because when her soap-slippery finger slithered up inside her sensitive slit, she was strongly tempted to just stand there and masturbate while the hot water poured down onto her thoroughly aroused little body, as she usually ended up doing. That was generally as far as she got in her affair with Steve.
But, pulling herself together, Peggy finished her shower and stepped out onto the bathmat, her silky skin glowingly clean. While she dried herself, she was tremendously aware how sensitive her body felt at that moment. I want to feel this way when he first touches me, she told herself romantically.
Now how will I dress? she wondered, standing naked before her closet. The less the better. And I've got to make sure he notices my tits!
As if any man could miss them. Peggy had been known to cause traffic accidents just by walking down the street in a tight sweater.
She finally chose a tight thin pullover tee shirt, no bra, of course, and yellow, so that every curve of her tightly covered breasts showed. Her only other garment, other than slip-off sandals, was a pair of very brief white shorts. She purposely wore no panties. So he can just shove his finger right up under the leg-band of my shorts into my cunt! Peggy told herself breathlessly.
The eager young husband-poacher debated calling Steve to see if he was really home, but rejected the idea, afraid she might tip her hand too soon. No . . . He's got to see me first, she reasoned, critically appraising herself in the mirror and liking what she saw. It's the best I can do, she told herself. If this doesn't get him, nothing will!
Although she knew she was excited, Peggy didn't realize just how many watts of sexual energy she was putting out. Men who saw her get into her car suddenly forgot they were married, mesmerized by the lovely little nurse's powerful erotic aura. Drivers turned to stare as she guided her car towards Steve's house, although they could only see her face and the upper part of her yellow-clad breasts above the door. So no wonder Steve stood no chance at all when he finally laid eyes on her alluring little figure.
Steve had resigned himself to a quiet evening at home alone, and had just flicked on the television when he heard the front doorbell ring. "Who the hell can that be?" he wondered as he went to answer. He half expected a door-to-door salesman so he was totally unprepared when he found himself face-to-face with the scantily clad Peggy.
"Hi," she said throatily while he just stared down at her, his eyes flicking up and down from her hips to her breasts. There was a long silence, and Peggy suddenly realized she hadn't rehearsed any reasons as to why she had come over.
"I ... I heard you were all alone. . . ." she started to say. "That is ... I mean. . . ." she stumbled, realizing how bad that sounded.
"Uh . .. come in . . . come in," Steve offered tardily, regaining at least some of his composure faster than Peggy. Hey . . . what the hell's going on here? he asked himself. From the way Peggy was acting, and from the way she was dressed, he drew the correct conclusion, but just couldn't believe it. He was still remembering the cool, secret Peggy he'd always known.
"Glad you came by," he said, with an effort at smoothness that failed miserably. "I thought I was going to have a lonely evening. Come on. .. . Sit down," and he waved Peggy toward a chair.
Christ! he was thinking. What the hell's she done to herself? When he'd let her in, he'd noticed her tight tee shirt, but now, in the living room with its even lighting, he began to become fully aware of the way his guest was dressed-or not dressed. God! Those tits! he thought as Peggy swayed past him toward the chair. Her heavy twin orbs bounced and jiggled under the flimsy shirt as she moved, and her large nipples made little peaks against the front of the material. Steve had always known Peggy had big breasts, but always before when he saw her, she'd been wearing something that masked their exceptional form. Peggy's tits were about as perfect as tits can get, not only big but beautifully shaped, swooping up and out from her slender body, perfectly curved, bulging out a bit under her armpits, but uncannily solid.
They don't look real, Steve thought to himself as he stared at the way Peggy's upwelling mounds lifted the front of her shirt, and then: I want to get my hands on them! The rounded cylinder shape of the nipples particularly fascinated him. They looked firm, but not hard. Just the thing a man would want to put in his mouth. Before Peggy sat down, the staring Steve spared a moment to let his eyes slide down the rest of her body. He had to admit she was well formed, even if a bit slender for him, but it was her breasts that held his interest. A pair of walking tits. . . . Tits with legs! he thought admiringly. She hardly even needs a pussy! But Steve did notice the slight swell at the crotch of her tight shorts, and as he began to think of the possibilities the evening now had, his cock gave an excited lurch inside his pants.
"Uh . . . how's Ellen?" he asked, tardily realizing that the stupidest thing he could do was start talking about his wife.
"Oh, alright," Peggy answered, her confidence beginning to come back as she saw the effect the mere promise of her body was having on Steve. "She told me she wouldn't be home until some time after midnight."
Is she trying to tell me something? Steve asked himself suspiciously, still not believing that such good luck could have just walked in the door. He eyed Peggy speculatively, noticing that a small, teasing smile was beginning to play over her lips. And he noticed something else too. Not being very large, Peggy was able to sit cross-legged in her chair, tailor-style, and the wide-spread position of her legs pulled her crotch wide open, baring an expanse of soft curving flesh that the narrow band of her tight little shorts did a very poor job of covering. Is that pussy hair I see? Steve asked himself incredulously, staring at several strands of dark hair that curled around the edge of the pulled-open shorts. Bit by bit, he became aware that he was staring at the better part of one furry fleshy pussy lip. It was almost more than he could stand.
"Peggy . . ." he said thickly. "Peggy?"
Steve's voice faded away. His gaze reluctantly tore itself away from the girl's blatantly displayed body until he was staring directly into her large, dark, warm eyes. Sparks seemed to fly back and forth between the two. Both the man and the woman slowly leaned toward one another.
"Let's fuck!" Steve said finally, and Peggy nodded her head. "Okay, let's go into the bedroom and take off our clothes," he said getting to his feet, a little nervous about how easy all this was.
"No," Peggy said, surprising him. She got slowly to her feet and pressed her body tightly against his. He wasn't a very tall man, but she was even shorter. "Stick your finger up my cunt first... right past the edge of my shorts," she said breathlessly. "I've been dreaming about it for a long time."
Taken a little by surprise, it took Steve a moment to react to Peggy's unexpected request. This is more like it, he thought as he suddenly took the girl in his arms and smashed his lips down against hers. The two joined in a long writhing kiss, their tongues mating crazily inside their hot sucking mouths, while Steve worked one hand down the side of Peggy's quivering body. He felt her open her legs a little as his hand fumbled at the front of her shorts, and then his finger was slipping up inside, brushing the crisp curly pubic hair aside as he searched for the opening to her vagina. She's already soaking wet! he thought in surprise as his finger slithered wetly into her dripping slit, and then popped easily up inside the tight tunnel of the now-panting girl's vagina.
Steve was unprepared for the result. Brought to a peak of frustrated need by months of unfulfilled longing, Peggy nearly exploded. She moaned and panted while her hips bucked madly against Steve's invading finger, fucking the hard stubby digit furiously in and out of her almost instantly climaxing cunt. Hot pussy juices gushed out onto Steve's hand, and for a moment he didn't know how to react, but then, sensing the spasming girl's complete abandon, he shoved another finger up inside the girl's twitching cunt to join the first, then held on tight as she continued to ride his hand like a bronco buster.
Peggy's orgasm was so sudden and complete, that when it was over a few seconds later, she almost collapsed. Her shaking legs were too weak to hold her up, and she had to lean heavily on Steve's arm.
"Oh, I'm so glad that's over," Peggy sighed shakily. "I've been waiting so long!"
She looked dreamily up at Steve. "Now let's go in the bedroom and fuck!"
Placing one hand possessively in the small of Peggy's back, the still rather surprised Steve guided the willing girl into the bedroom. This'll be the first time I've ever fucked anybody in here but Ellen, Steve thought guiltily, staring at the big bed he normally shared with his wife. Well . . . there's a first time for everything, he rationalized, turning eagerly toward his new conquest, although he was wondering who was conquering whom.
Confident of herself by now, Peggy boldly stripped off her tee-shirt, her hips cocked a little to one side as she peeled the flimsy garment up and over her firmly swelling breasts. Steve's breath sucked in as he stared at the little brunette's rapidly emerging body. The way she was standing gave an exciting curve to her hips and lower belly, and his eager eyes traveled hungrily up the girl's velvety skin, watching the tee shirt catch on the bottom of the big twin mounds, pulling them up a little until the shirt was free and they settled heavily back into place. Peggy prolonged the movement as she worked the shirt over her head, and her reaching arms pulled her large round tits high and taut.
They're as big as cantaloupes! Steve found himself thinking as he stared at the swelling globes of flesh that jiggled firmly in front of the now half-naked girl. I don't see how she gets her arms past them! he thought, amazed. Steve had seen big tits before, perhaps as big as Peggy's. But on her lithe little body, they looked enormous. And they don't sag at all! the staring young husband exulted. Wait'll I get my hands on them!
But at the moment he had his hands full working his own pants down over his hips, so it was only out of the corner of his eye that he saw Peggy quickly kick off her sandals and pull her white shorts down. When he looked up again, she was totally naked, standing before him like a small Aphrodite, a goddess of love, her big swollen breasts promising everything. And now Steve discovered that he'd short-changed the girl's cunt while he had been admiring her phenomenal breasts. High up between Peggy's well-rounded legs nestled as sweet a pie as he'd ever seen, a round, furry, full-fleshed little cunt that protruded slightly out from between the girl's silky thighs. Thick, curving pussy lips that promised a warm wet nest for his achingly eager cock.
Steve tossed the last of his clothes onto a nearby chair. "Okay, baby. . . . Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty," he growled, feeling in command once more. Once he was confronted with a naked girl, his instincts always took over.
And now it was Peggy's turn to stare. How can such a little guy have such a big cock? she wondered, staring happily at the big joint that half-dangled, half-swayed between Steve's sturdy legs. His cock was only partially erect, no longer completely soft, but not hard enough to stand straight out yet, but even so, the eager young brunette was aware of its full eventual promise. Her hungry little cunt throbbed excitedly as she began to anticipate how that big hunk of flesh would feel, shoved slowly up into her ready body.
"Oh, Steve!" she breathed happily as they came together. Their lips met again, and automatically the girl's hand strayed down to seek out her lover's hardening joint. Her small fingers were barely able to close around the thick shaft, but she squeezed it gently, thrilling to the smooth alive feel of the big organ.
"Ah, baby!" Steve moaned, circling both his hands around behind Peggy and sinking his fingers half-cruelly in the soft flesh of her saucily rounded little ass. Things began to speed up from there as each felt the promise of the other's body. Within a few seconds, Peggy was pulling eagerly on Steve's cock, bringing it to full hardness, while his hands strayed everywhere over her body, everywhere but her tits-he wanted to save them for last.
"Wait a minute," he said, regretfully prying the panting girl's fingers from his throbbingly erect cock. Keeping her close to him, Steve slowly slid to his knees, until his face was right next to Peggy's softly swelling breasts. He positioned his mouth right before one of the excitingly cylindrical nipples, staring hungrily at the swollen orb behind. Suddenly his tongue shot out and laved hotly over the end of the brunette's breast, tasting the nipple.
"Ooooohhhh," Peggy sighed, her eyes half-closing, and Steve felt the nipple harden excitingly against his tongue. Drawing the hard little nubbin into his mouth, he began to suck eagerly while his searching fingers played over the full expanse of Peggy's tit, kneading the warm resilient flesh as if it were putty. He quickly switched his attentions to the other breast, feeling as if he were drowning in rich soft female flesh. He tried to push the two nipples together so that he could suck both of them at once, but Peggy's tits were too firm-each one stubbornly held its shape.
"D-Don't forget I have a pussy too," Peggy managed to gasp out, her entire body quivering from Steve's eager manipulation of her powerfully responding breasts. But she wanted more, she wanted to have her belly filled with hot hard maleness. She wanted to feel herself pumped full of a man's boiling cum.
Steve heard the girl's plea, but he wasn't yet ready to abandon her marvelous tits. Obligingly he moved one hand away from the big fleshy mound he was sucking so enthusiastically and let it slide slowly down over the girl's nude flank. He noticed how she shivered under his maddeningly slow touch. He found her pussy hair, and admired its silky thickness, but he moved his finger a little lower, working underneath the soft brown thatch until he felt the crevice between her tightly closed pussy-lips. The two fleshy mounds were so virgin-tight that he had to pry a little before his finger finally slipped probingly into the slick wet trench beneath.
"Aaaaahhhh," Peggy breathed out in ecstasy as she felt Steve's finger slide maddeningly over her hotly palpitating clitoris, sending waves of burning delight coursing all the way back up to the breasts he was so eagerly sucking. Somewhere in the center of her belly the two feelings met, and she knew that was where her eventual orgasm would come from.
"Oh, please," she begged throatily. "Put your finger back up inside my cunt!" That quick hard orgasm of a few minutes ago had only been an appetizer, and now the moaning girl's body cried out for the full experience. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to be fucked hard!
Obligingly Steve swirled his exploring finger around in the girl's warm lubricants, until it was adequately slippery, and only then did he search out the opening to her vagina. Tight. . . just like the rest of her! he thought as he began to widen the muscular little opening, working his probing finger back and forth sideways. Gradually he made room until at last his forefinger slid as far as it could go up into the girl's pulsingly warm snatch.
"Oh, yes . . . yes . . . now please don't wait too long," Peggy babbled. "I want that big beautiful cock of yours shoved all the way up to my throat!"
Regretfully Steve realized that he was going to have to share with her cunt some of the attention he was lavishing on Peggy's exciting breasts. They were the most phenomenal he'd ever seen, and he could have happily spent the rest of the night getting to know their soft resilient lushness. But since when did I ever have to be talked into fucking a little doll like this? the kneeling young man thought sheepishly. And then there was the fact that his so-far neglected cock was lurching eagerly between his legs, begging to be sunk to the hilt up into the soft little feminine body so close.
Finally Steve forced himself to pull away from Peggy's well-licked breasts. But he did insist on finger-fucking his hand up into the girl's cunt to make sure she was open enough to take his considerable girth of penis. Not until he was able to worm two fingers up into those warm vibrating depths, with the possibility that a third might fit, did he feel she was ready.
"Okay, doll, up on the bed," he ordered her, letting his fingers slither wetly from the girl's well-stretched pussy. Eagerly Peggy obeyed, even if her legs were a little weak from being fingered while she stood. The lovely little brunette scrambled up onto the big bed, and lay down on her back, her legs opening expectantly as Steve followed after her. She made a marvelous picture lying there, with her dark hair spilled over the pillow and her big soft eyes looking pleadingly up at Steve. This kind of luck could go to a guy's head! Steve thought gratefully as his eyes strayed down the girl's inviting nakedness. He spent a long time looking at her breasts, which had flattened a little when she lay down, but not much. They still thrust up, with a strong outward curve on the upper surfaces that swooped down to the now rock-hard nipples. And then Steve caught a flash of pink between the girl's open thighs and saw that her pussy-slit was beckoning. Now thoroughly aroused, her firm little gash gaped open, ready to be invaded by a hard male cock.
There's no doubt she's hot to go, Steve realized, noticing the little beads of vaginal lubricant that seeped out and then ran in slippery streams down Peggy's fever-pink inner pussy lips. Genuinely interested now, Steve scrambled quickly in between the girl's obligingly parted legs. Kneeling on the mattress, the stocky young husband took his passion-swollen penis in one hand and lined up the bloated tip with the pulsing opening to Peggy's gushingly ready vagina.
"Oh, yes," she crooned, her eyes fastened hungrily on the thick fleshy rod that was about to impale her. "Put it inside my cunt. . . . Fuck me with it!"
Which Steve was happy to do. He moved further forward, until he had insinuated the head of his cock a little way up into Peggy's already partially opened cunt. But the going was still hard. She was a small woman, and he had a big cock. For a while he worked his swollen cock-tip from side to side in Peggy's cuntal opening, gradually widening her slippery muscular passage, and then, when he felt his cock was sufficiently lubricated with her warm slick juices, he slowly ground his hips forward, until he had sunk his cock in to the hilt.
"Ooooohhhh," Peggy moaned in delirious happiness, as she felt herself penetrated by the man she had desired for so long. The panting young brunette voluptuously lifted her slender legs and wrapped them tightly around Steve's back, trying to make herself fit more closely to him.
"Fuck me, lover," she moaned. "Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!" Already Peggy's hips were beginning to thrust up against Steve's loins with a rolling spasmodic motion as she tried to force him further up into her well-filled cunt. Pleased by her response, Steve rammed back at her time and time again, slamming his pubic bone down against Peggy's, his swinging balls slapping loudly against her asshole on every stroke.
But even while he was driving his cock far up into Peggy's tight wet cunt, Steve found himself unable to take his mind off the girl's lush breasts. He remembered the feel of them against his mouth, and tried to press his face against their billowing softness, but found it hard to keep up the tempo of his fucking in that : position. I wonder when I'll ever see a pair of tits like that again? the hard-humping salesman kept asking himself, his eyes fixed hungrily on Peggy's up-thrusting tits. Every time he slammed his hips into the girl's loins, her big breasts jiggled from the force of the impact. Not that he didn't appreciate the pleasure Peggy's tight fleshy little cunt was squeezing into his relentlessly drumming cock.
Too bad there's not some way to combine the two, he thought regretfully. Then an idea began to form slowly in his mind. Maybe there is! he thought excitedly. But will she go for it?
While Steve calculated, Peggy lay below, ecstatically happy, sighing and panting with each stroke of her lover's hard penis up into her grateful snatch. Bit by bit she could feel another orgasm building up in her belly and knew it was going to dwarf the quickie she'd had earlier from Steve's finger. And she wanted it. Her whole being cried out for this final release that would sweep away the accumulated frustrations that had built up while she admired Steve from afar. Her whole being opened up for the swollen male organ that raced in and out of her pulsing vagina, pounding into her quivering body the sexual delight she had sought for so long.
But it wasn't to be. Suddenly Steve jerked his big cock from her pussy, leaving the surprised girl lying alone, her genitals temporarily deserted.
"What... What happened?" she blurted out, feeling as if half her body was suddenly missing.
"I just want to try something a little different," Steve panted, as he moved higher up on her body, his cock leaving a trail of her cunt juices as it slid up her belly.
"But . . . But I was going to cum!" Peggy said in desperation. "Why did you pull it out when I was going to cum?"
Steve winced, knowing he should have kept his cock ramming up into Peggy's body until the end-until she finally exploded into orgasm. Normally he was a very thoughtful lover. But he realized that right now he couldn't control himself-he was a helpless pawn in the grip of forces that drove him on toward new objectives.
Peggy's huge luscious tits.
There they were, just a few inches away, but out of reach of that part of him that was most sensitive-his throbbing cock. He knew he should shove his rod right back up inside Peggy's quivering pit, but he couldn't .get his mind off her breasts. He had to do it!
He had to fuck her in the tits!
"Please," Peggy was whimpering. "Fuck me again, make me cum. ... I need to cum so much!"
Ignoring the girl's pleas, Steve crouched over her body, his ass partially resting on her rib cage, just above the belly. His swollen cock jutted menacingly out from his hairy loins, lying right inside the deep valley between Peggy's passion-swollen breasts. Got to make them slippery! Steve thought, his mind totally fixed on his objective. Reaching back, he slipped his hand between Peggy's nervously twitching legs, ramming it up into her slit, coating his fingers with her slippery vaginal juices. Peggy jumped as she felt her genitals being stroked, and a happy smile came over her face as she thought that Steve was about to start fucking her again. But she was doomed to disappointment.
Steve took his cunt-slippery hand and smeared Peggy's warm lubricants all over the insides of both her breasts until he was convinced they were wet enough.
"What the hell are you doing?" Peggy demanded, looking up in surprise.
"You just hold on tight, baby," Steve grunted down at her. "I'm gonna fuck you in the tits!"
"Fuck me in the tits . . . ?" Peggy started to ask, but a moment later Steve had reached around to the outside of each of her big soft mounds, his fingers sinking into the resilient flesh. Then he pushed them tightly together, effectively trapping his rock-hard cock in the slippery, warm tunnel between them.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Christ... is that ever nice!" Steve groaned, as his cock began to slither in and out of the artificial cunt he had made for it. The billowy heated softness of Peggy's huge pink-tipped globes folded maddeningly around his slowly moving organ, massaging it from all sides, while his balls dragged pleasurably over her upper belly. And not only did it feel good! At the same time he was stroking delight into his own shuddering cock, he was able to watch the whole thing happening right before his eyes. They glowed as he watched Peggy's big tits change shape under his clutching fingers, and the harder he pressed inward, the tighter became the hot slippery channel between them.
At first, Peggy was disappointed . . . very disappointed. Her throbbing cunt still cried out for orgasmic release, but little by little she realized she would just have to accept the inevitable. It had hardly been the first time that a man had been struck by the magnificence of her almost inhumanly perfect breasts to the exclusion of nearly everything else. She hoped that Steve would get over his obsession faster than most, and then go back to what she considered more important work.
But then Peggy began to be aware of how good what Steve was doing to her felt. She'd never actually been fucked in the tits before, and the obscene novelty of it began to lewdly excite her. Steve's inventiveness helped too- while he held her breasts tightly together with his fingers, his thumbs were playing busily over her rigid nipples, stroking hot bolts of sexual feeling into the whole throbbing mass of her breasts.
And, most exciting of all, she found that when she looked down, she could see the tip of Steve's rampaging cock emerge for a moment each time he shoved the big organ deep into the sensitive valley between her breasts. She liked that-she liked the sight of the tiny slit in the end of that bulbous cock-head each time it flashed into view for a second and then vanished back into its warm wet nest of tit-flesh. Kind of looks like a one-eyed, bald-headed mouse poking its head out of its hole, she thought irreverently, and almost burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the mental image she had thought up.
But her brief burst of humor ended a moment later, when Steve, tardily realizing that he should be doing something for Peggy, reached back with one hand and drove two fingers up into her previously deserted cunt.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhhhh," Peggy moaned, her genitals once again coming back to life.
"Push your tits together, dammit!" Steve snapped at her, "or I won't be able to keep my finger up you!"
Deprived of support on one side, Peggy's tits had fallen a little apart, and Steve no longer had such a tight channel between them to lovingly squeeze his pounding cock. Obediently Peggy reached down and forced her own breasts together, pushing Steve's remaining hand away, and her reward was more than just the finger that now began to flash in and out of her refilled cunt-she found it excited her to be an active participant in the lewd plundering of her now powerfully responding breasts by Steve's relentlessly slithering penis.
"Oh . . . oh . . ." Peggy began to moan. "It all feels so good!" The panting girl licked her lips excitedly. "And . . . And," she added, "I think I might be able to cum this way!"
"Atta way, baby," Steve laughed from above. "You just keep up the good work and old Dad'll see that you're taken care of."
But it wasn't going to be that easy. The sight of Peggy, her eyes looking smokily up at him as she molded her breasts into a tight tunnel for his ever-growing cock added a new touch of excitement to his already high state of arousal -that and the wet clasping feel of her cunt wrapped around his drumming fingers.
"Holy God...... What a hot little bitch!" he exulted, and for a moment forgot to hold his balls in check, and by the time he remembered, it was too late. A shuddering explosion deep down inside his tightly swollen testicles told him he was about to cum, and try as he would, he couldn't hold it back. Unaware of what was happening, Peggy was holding her breasts even more tightly together, and to make things worse, she had started licking the end of his cock each time it made its brief appearance from between her tits. This last obscene little gesture was too much for the already highly excited Steve.
"Oh, God," he moaned, throwing his head back. "I . . . I'm going to CUUUUUMMMM!"
"Wait! Wait! What about me?" Peggy wailed, but it was no use. Steve rammed his cock as far in between the girl's tightly held breasts as he could, shoving the tip of the long rod right up near her face, and a moment later hot jets of sperm began to shoot out the end, spraying all over Peggy's throat and chin.
"Your fingers . . . your fingers!" she spluttered. "Keep shoving them up my cunt. . . . Maybe I'll cum yet!"
But it was no use. Lost in his orgasm, Steve was aware only of the boiling sperm which rushed up from his balls and out the end of his tightly trapped cock like hot lava. His fingers became motionless up inside Peggy's desperate cunt, while she lunged her hips time and time again up against his hand, trying to coax the fingers back to life. Knowing she wasn't going to be able to cum, Peggy nevertheless kept her breasts pressed tightly together to help coax the last of Steve's climax out of his spasming cock, all the while twisting and turning her head to avoid the thick bursts of semen that spurted over her face.
When it was over, Steve toppled wearily from Peggy's unsatisfied body, his dripping cock slithering wetly from between her breasts. "Thanks," he panted out between deep ragged breaths. "I'll make it up to you somehow."
"With what?" Peggy asked peevishly, giving Steve's now limp cock a contemptuous flick with her fingers. "Oh, Christ, how I need to cum!" she wailed unhappily.
"Don't you worry, honey," another voice cut in suddenly. "You just stick around and you'll get all the sex you can handle." And a moment later a naked body slipped into bed with Steve and Peggy.
It was Ellen!
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen's evening hadn't worked out quite as she'd earlier expected. After she'd been working only a couple of hours, her supervisor came up and favored Ellen with the wintry parting of her razor-thin lips that passed for a smile.
"I don't know who's idea it was to call you in tonight," she said. "Even with May sick, we're a little overstaffed. So if you want, you can go home."
Ellen thought a moment. Her shift was already a quarter over, and if she stuck it out the rest of the way, there would be a little extra money in the next pay check. But on the other hand, there was Steve, waiting all alone at home. Sexy Steve. . . .
"Okay, I'll go home," she told her supervisor, and that was how Ellen came to be standing in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the writhing naked couple on the bed as Steve shot his load between Peggy's breasts. When Ellen had driven up in front of the house, she'd decided to let herself in quietly, so she could surprise her husband, but she hadn't expected to surprise him quite this much. Once she was in the front door, the sounds of panting and the wet smack of naked flesh led her unerringly to the scene she was now disbelievingly taking in.
My God! How long has this kind of thing been going on? She asked herself incredulously. Her first reaction was anger, both at Steve for cheating on her, and at Peggy for sneaking into bed with her husband right behind her back. The little bitch! the angry redhead thought. And I was dumb enough to let her know Steve would be home alone.
But Ellen's anger lasted only until it collided with a couple of the more vivid memories of the men she herself had fucked. I'm a hell of a one to be throwing stones, she thought ruefully, even though a substratum of anger remained in the back of her mind. No one is totally rational.
Then a new factor began to take over. Hey . . . that looks sexy! the staring young wife realized as she took in the two struggling, panting naked people on the bed. She'd never seen Peggy nude before, and the switch-hitting Ellen found the sight of her friend's well-rounded little body very stimulating. Within a short time, Ellen began to feel left out as she watched her husband and Peggy thrashing madly on the nearby bed. This can happen at times to even the most jealous people, and with Ellen it was an imperative she could hardly ignore. Feeling a hot flush of sexual arousal sweeping over her easily excited body, Ellen quickly took off her clothes and headed for the bed. Both Steve and Peggy had been too involved with one another to notice Ellen in the doorway, and the effect when she wiggled into bed with them was explosive.
"Ellen!" Steve blurted out. "What the . . . What the hell are you doing here?" And next to him, Peggy's eyes opened wide in shock.
"I'll bet you wonder what I'm doing here, you slippery son of a bitch," Ellen replied. Steve had expected words from her to this effect, but he realized the tone was all wrong. Christ, how come she isn't yelling? he wondered uneasily. And how come she's naked? Then he began to remember her words to Peggy when she'd slipped into bed with them. What'd she mean by telling her she was going to get all the sex she wanted? But the focus of attention was taken away from his own guilt for the moment as a frightened Peggy began to babble unnecessary excuses to Ellen.
"I ... I just don't know what got into me," Peggy blurted out. "But. . . But because of all those guys you were with at the hospital, I just thought you wouldn't mind. . . ." she said, hoping to justify herself. Oh, God, now the cat's out of the bag! Ellen thought in alarm. There was a short silence, finally broken by Steve's suspicious bellow.
"Hey . . . ! What is this?" he demanded angrily of his wife. "What does Peggy mean, 'all those guys at the hospital'?"
Ellen had once read that offense was the best defense. "Who the hell are you to ask questions?" she shot back just as loudly. "Okay, so I'm not the model faithful wife, but at least I don't do it in the bed I share with you. . . . And with your best friend!"
Peggy was pinned in between the two angry spouses, feeling tremendously vulnerable because of her nakedness. "Please don't fight," she pleaded, managing to draw the attention of both of the combatants to her. Steve and Ellen glared at the unfortunate little brunette, and then at each other. It took several seconds before the humor of the whole ridiculous scene finally hit them. It was Steve who finally broke the tension.
"Okay," he said with a tentative, grin. "A point for your side, a point for my side."
There was another short silence. "You mean it?" Ellen asked. "You're not mad? It's okay?"
"I think so," he said. "Right now it seems so . . . you know . . . wild!"
Ellen relaxed visibly. "Well, with that out of the way, I guess we'll just have to see what to do about Peggy! . . . Oh, my," she said to the other woman. "You do have big tits, don't you?"
Peggy expected immediate trouble as soon as Ellen turned her attention toward her, but was shocked when the other girl began to tenderly fondle her cum-slippery breasts.
"Oh, did the big nasty man get your lovely boobs all messy?" Ellen asked. "Here, let me clean them off." And before the stunned Peggy could stop her, Ellen began to lick the girl's swollen breasts.
"No!" Peggy exclaimed. "You mustn't!" She tried to push Ellen's head away.
"Hey! You wouldn't want me to get mad all over again, would you?" Ellen demanded, raising her head and giving Peggy a fierce scowl. Still awash with guilt, Peggy meekly subsided. Well, let her do it, if it makes her happy, Peggy rationalized, even though her deepest instincts recoiled at the idea of having a woman's mouth on her breasts. God knows I owe her something! But her spirit of sacrifice was jolted when she realized Ellen's licking of her well-used breasts felt good!
"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned, the sound involuntarily escaping from her throat as little chills raced over her re-aroused flesh. Automatically her hands came up to Ellen's head, but fell away again indecisively. Oh God, she does it even better than Steve, Peggy thought in confusion. But it's wrong. . . . It's lesbianism!
But as Ellen's expert licking continued, Peggy's body began to overrule her mind, and she slowly realized that if anything felt this good, it didn't matter who was doing it! Right then, she'd have settled for Adolph Hitler!
"Feel good?" Ellen asked, temporarily moving her lips away from Peggy's quivering nipples.
"Uh-huh," Peggy replied, nodding weakly.
"You still want to cum?" Ellen said.
"Uh-huh," Peggy replied, more strongly this time, and actually tried to pull Ellen's head back down toward her hotly throbbing breasts.
"Well, you just hang in there, and I'll see that you don't want for anything," Ellen promised throatily. To illustrate what she meant, the lovely young redhead once again buried her face in her smaller friend's billowing breasts and began to lick and suck with a vengeance.
Now it was Steve's turn to feel left out. He was relieved that the disaster he'd expected when he'd been caught by his wife in the act of making love hadn't materialized, but he was confused. Hey . . . What kind of a woman did I marry, anyhow? he asked himself. First I find out she was fucking around at work, and now I find out she's got a thing for women, too!
If it hadn't been for the fact that Steve's jealousy tempered by his own guilt, he would probably have exploded in anger. Which would have been too bad, because by the time he'd forced himself to watch the two naked young nurses next to him writhing passionately together, he began to find the lewd spectacle extremely exciting. Christ, look at Ellen go! He thought, his eyes bulging as he watched his wife's familiar features disappear in the same taut swollen breasts that he himself had been licking, fondling and fucking only a short time before. As the two women writhed together on the bed, he caught the contrast of Ellen's red pussy hair to Peggy's silky brown fur. Hey, this is alright! he thought, feeling the first stirrings of renewed life in his own depleted cock.
Ellen, too, was enthusing over her naked entanglement with the now-panting Peggy.
She'd been mentally drooling over Peggy's tits for months, but never thought the aloof girl would let her lay a hand on their lush roundness. The bi-sexual Ellen was almost as turned on by Peggy's huge knockers as Steve had been. I'm going to make sure Peggy remembers every moment of this next half-hour, Ellen promised herself as she plotted her next moves.
Moaning gently below the madly licking Ellen, Peggy hardly dared think about what was happening to her. All she was certain of was how good her red-haired friend's eager mouthing of her sensitive nipples felt, and how hungry for further attention her tortured cunt was. So, when Ellen's mouth finally left her palpitating tits and slid slowly down over her quivering belly, obviously heading further south, the confused young brunette tried to make her mind a complete blank. Whatever happens, was her last thought, I'll just let it happen!
A moment later, Ellen had worked her nude body down between Peggy's obligingly spread legs, and now the other woman's already aroused pussy was only inches away from her lovely face. What a sweet little cunt, Ellen thought excitedly. I'll eat it like an oyster.
Reaching down with her fingers, Ellen gently pried open her friend's drippingly wet cunt, baring the soft warm inner parts. Quickly picking out Peggy's rigidly erect pink clitoris, the redhead leaned forward and softly closed her lips around the sensitive little bud.
"OH GOD!" Peggy shrieked, her body jerking convulsively. As Ellen's mouth came to rest against Peggy's cunt-flesh, her sharp little tongue began stabbing repeatedly against her companion's red-hot clit. Each burning touch poured almost unbearable torrents of sexual delight up into Peggy's shuddering loins, almost as if she were short-circuited up inside her cunt. Her hips began to writhe and jerk uncontrollably, and if Ellen hadn't already made sure she had a good hold around the other woman's thighs, she would have undoubtedly been bucked away from the hotly gushing loins before her sucking mouth.
Jesus Christ I Steve exclaimed to himself as he nervously circled the two women locked together on the big bed. It slowly began to seep into his mind that he was in the middle of every man's dream-two naked woman making love to another, while he stood next to them, his cock hard and ready! But what the hell was he going to do with his once again stone-hard rod? It looked to him as if the two women were totally absorbed in one another with not a thought to spare for him. Then he found himself staring at his wife's broad, lush ass. She was lying on her belly between Peggy's quivering legs, with her own legs dangling over the end of the bed. Steve's mind raced excitedly. He knew that ass, and what a delight it was to fuck his wife from behind. And with her pelvis so close to the edge of the bed. . . .
Acting on instinct, Steve moved forward, crowding his stock body between his wife's outstretched legs. Then, guiding his swollen cock with one hand, he worked it in between Ellen's soft thighs, searching out the opening to her vagina until at last he had inserted the tip of his cock up into that warm wet tunnel. With a grunt, he pushed hard, driving the big organ the rest of the way up into his wife's hot slippery cunt. Her whole body twitched as he ruthlessly impaled her from behind, but not for a moment did her mouth desert Peggy's convulsing pussy-slit. Only her low moans let Steve know that she liked what he was doing.
And that was how Peggy once again got cheated of her orgasm. Half picking his wife's loins off the bed, with his hands under her round sleek thighs, Steve began to fuck into her hard, all the while eagerly staring at where her head was buried deep between Peggy's twitching thighs. He could clearly hear the wet slurps of Ellen's frenzied licking of the other woman's hidden cunt, and he watched entranced as Peggy's upper torso twisted and writhed in ecstasy above. Her big breasts jerked from side to side, until the young brunette reached up and dug her spasming fingers into their white softness, brutally mauling her own wildly sensitive nipples. And if that wasn't enough, Steve could look down to see his own cock slamming up into Ellen's familiar, ripely-curved ass. He felt as if he were fucking clear through her, right out her sucking mouth into Peggy's sweet little cunt. It was the biggest power-flash he'd ever had.
But the best of things can't last forever. His avid stroking up into his wife's tight cuntal channel was having the usual effect. Ellen got more and more excited, until she had trouble paying attention to Peggy's rich-tasting cunt. And when a particularly strong burst of activity from Steve finally made her cum, Ellen's back and neck arched spasmodically, pulling her cunt-slippery face away from Peggy's thrice-deserted pussy, which was a shame, because once again Peggy had been right at the beginning of her long-awaited climax.
"Oh, God," she sobbed. "Why does this keep happening ?"
"Hold on, baby, and you'll get a cuntful," Steve panted as he continued to pump into his wife's powerfully spasming cunt. The feel of her vaginal muscles clamping rhythmically around his driving cock were a strong inducement for him to cum too, but he held back, conscious of Ellen's orgasmic juices gushing back out around his swollen organ and pooling onto the sheets below.
Finally Ellen collapsed, temporarily exhausted, and Steve unceremoniously rolled her limp naked form aside, uncovering the despairing Peggy beneath. Her legs were still spread wide, and he saw her flower-like snatch, bright scarlet and wide open from his wife's talented tonguing.
"Say 'ah,' baby," Steve grunted, moving higher on the bed, and a moment later his rock-hard cock had plunged deep up into Peggy's lush little body.
"OH . . . YES, YES, YES!" she screamed wildly. "FUCK ME, LOVER BOY . . . AND FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T STOP THIS TIME!"
The normally sedate Peggy had by now turned into a wild beast. She panted and moaned and writhed beneath Steve, her lips drawn back over her teeth and her eyes glittering savagely from behind the screen of dark hair that whipped back and forth over her face. It took all Steve's strength to hold the struggling girl down and at the same time keep jamming his near-bursting cock as far up into her hungrily nibbling pussy as it would go.
Suddenly Peggy froze, her body perfectly still. Her eyes opened wide, as if she were afraid, and then she said very quietly: "Oh, God . . . it's here."
A second later her stomach muscles hardened like iron, jerking her body up into an arch of climaxing flesh. "IIH'MMMM CUUUUMMMM-IIIINNNNGGGGG!" she shrieked wildly, the tendons in her neck standing out starkly. She writhed and bucked under Steve, her struggles so wild that they triggered off his own orgasm.
"Okay, cunt!" he roared, temporarily out of his mind. With almost superhuman strength he crushed her back down onto the bed and began emptying his balls up into her shuddering belly.
A few feet away, Ellen watched in amazement. This was the first time she had ever seen a man and a woman make love together. "Is that what it looks like when Steve fucks me?" she asked out loud as she avidly watched her husband's heavy hips pound his swollen spurting cock up into Peggy's convulsing loins, and her own genitals began to catch fire again.
Which was why Steve, when he finally rolled exhausted from Peggy's still-twitching form, was surprised to see Ellen take his place. Seizing Peggy in her arms imitating Steve, Ellen began to kiss the other girl passionately while at the same time grinding her groin down on Peggy's. Steve could tell it felt good, because both women were once again moaning and thrashing. Obviously Peggy didn't care who was making love to her, as long as they did it well.
Steve couldn't hold still. As she watched the girl's pussies strain toward one another, barely brushing clitorises, he felt he had to help. Nobody's taking care of their cunts! he thought excitedly, so he reached a hand in between their sweaty, writhing bodies, searching out their well-used vaginas, until he had his thumb up Ellen's and the forefinger of the same hand up Peggy's. Both girls reacted promptly, and began to moan and thrash all the harder. Steve found Peggy's cunt slippery with his own semen, while Ellen's clung tightly to his invading thumb. "Come on, you little bastard!" Steve raged, slapping angrily at his shrunken and useless penis, wishing he had its swollen hardness back to once again ram up into the lovely female bodies twisting so abandonedly on the bed next to him. But it was no use, so he had to content himself with his double finger-fucking until at last both women climaxed together, their spasming cunts pumping hot juices out over Steve's rhythmically pumping hand.
It was several minutes before the girls got their breath back. "Hey, what's the matter?" Ellen asked, noticing the gloomy look on her husband's mustached face.
"Got a mutiny on my hands," he said disgustedly, waving toward the flaccid cock that drooped uselessly between his legs.
"Oh, my, my, my," Ellen said, shaking her head. "We can't have that, can we, Peggy?" she said, turning toward the brunette. "Why, what would a girl do without a big hard cock around?" Both women looked at one another for several seconds, then broke out laughing. Steve looked up suspiciously, wondering if they were making fun of him, but a moment later he forgot all his worries as two warm, soft, naked women pressed against him, tugging him up onto the bed. He found himself on his back, with Ellen beginning to tease his recalcitrant cock with her tongue while Peggy crouched above him, dragging her huge tits tantalizingly across his face.
"Don't you worry, baby," Ellen said softly from below. "We're just as eager as you to see a big hard cock join our little group."
* * *
Hours later, Steve and Ellen lay on their backs in bed, passing a glowing joint back and forth. The exhausted, naked Peggy was sound asleep between them.
"I'm glad as hell we don't have to sneak around any more," Steve said. The joint glowed brightly in the darkened room as he took a deep drag and then passed it to his wife.
"You sure you're not jealous?" Ellen asked.
"Not as long as I get all of you I want," he replied.
"Even though you know I might be at work, fucking some guy's ears off?"
Steve winced. The picture was a bit vivid, but then his wheeler-dealer nature began to take over.
"That could be a very good thing," he said thoughtfully. "Somehow I see a lot of stray tail flowing toward old Steve via that channel."
"How do you mean?" Ellen asked suspiciously.
"I mean, if you're gonna get all you want, then I want the same. It's fairly easy for a girl to get laid. She just doesn't say no! But what about me? Do you think you could line me up with a little something now and then?"
"Hold on!" Ellen said angrily. "I'll be damned if I'll pimp for you!"
"Hey, take it easy," Steve said soothingly, realizing he had gone a little too far, too fast. "It won't be pimping. It'll be a package deal- something in it for both of us."
"Like how?" Ellen asked, still suspicious.
"I'll give you an example. You know that young couple that lives a couple of houses over? You know, the blonde with the fabulous ass and the big tall stud."
"Mmmmmm . . . yeah," Ellen said thoughtfully, remembering their handsome neighbor and his beautiful young wife.
"Well, she's really been giving me the eye," Steve said. "It makes sense. .. . Married a couple of years and beginning to wonder what another cock would feel like."
"Than how come you haven't made it with her?" Ellen asked. A slow amazement at the casual way they were each talking about fucking other people was coming over her, but to her surprise, it was more exciting than upsetting.
"Her old man's jealous as hell. . . . Keeps an eye on her," Steve explained. "He has to be, ahh ... nullified."
"And that's where I come in," Ellen said, her teeth gleaming in the dark as a slow smile came over her face.
"That's where you come in," Steve said. "Think you can handle it?"
"Sure," she said. "He'll never know what hit him."
"Okay, we'll work out a plan in the morning," Steve said gratefully. "Oh, Christ, am I ever worn out. Let's get some sleep."
The joint was carefully extinguished in a bedside ashtray, and husband and wife turned toward one another, joining hands across Peggy's slumbering body. Before they fell asleep, each of them placed their other hand firmly on one of the little brunette's breasts and Peggy stirred in her sleep, a happy smile coming over her lovely face.
In another few minutes, they were all asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The couple who were the unsuspecting targets of Ellen and Steve's lust were called Henderson; Pam and Joe. They lived on the other side of the street about two houses down. Since the Burbages and the Hendersons had had little social intercourse in the past, the Burbages decided they should slide into it gently-more or less make the Hendersons want to know more about them-especially Joe. He would be the hardest nut to crack.
Ellen noticed that Joe Henderson went to work in the morning a little earlier than she did, and his route led him past her front window. So one morning, Ellen contrived to be dressing right next to the un-curtained window as Joe drove by on his way to work. She was naked, bending over to pull on a pair of panties, and was afraid for a moment that he hadn't seen her. Then his head swiveled around suddenly and the car went a little out of control as the young man stared at the nearly nude apparition in the window. Nevertheless, he went on driving down the street toward work, although much more slowly.
The scene was repeated the next morning, although this time Joe was obviously alert for any signs of life behind the window. He was rewarded with a flash of Ellen's luscious bare ass, and when he stopped his car for a moment further down the street, Ellen was convinced he was going to make another pass by the front of her house. However, he seemed to gather his faculties together, and proceeded on toward work.
But the next morning Ellen was amused to see Joe pass by her window on foot, ostentatiously walking his wife's dog, a small poodle that Ellen correctly divined he hated, by the way he kept tugging at the nervous little creature's leash. This time there was ample opportunity for Joe to lavish a long searching look into the window, and Ellen rewarded him by slowly rolling her stockings up her legs. The only other garment she had on was her garter belt. Joe had come to an almost complete stop out on the sidewalk, and Ellen took the chance of looking up suddenly and flashing him a warm friendly smile. Embarrassed, he scurried away, yanking the dog away from a bush it seemed enamored of.
"He's going to be a pushover," Ellen reported to her husband. "I'll just have to be careful I don't scare him to death."
"Well, hurry up," Steve said impatiently. "I'm sure his wife would be off like a shot with him out of the way."
The next part of Ellen's plan was a direct frontal attack. On the weekend, after she'd seen Pam Henderson leaving for the market, Ellen went boldly up to the Henderson's front door and rang the bell. Joe answered, and when he saw who it was, he swallowed nervously and bleated a weak hello.
"Hi!" Ellen answered cheerfully. "I wonder if I could ask you a big favor." And at the same time she was thinking, How could such a good-looking hunk of man be so damned timid?
Joe Henderson was indeed good-looking- tall, broad-shouldered, and deep-chested, with a handsome face and thick curly hair. But some accident of his upbringing had also made him shy with women, which was one of the reasons he was so possessive of his lovely blonde wife.
He still could hardly believe such a vision of loveliness had ever agreed to marry him. Any other man would have had no doubt in his mind that Ellen was after him, but Joe was so far only confused by her overtures. He felt guilty for having so lustfully stared at her nakedness in the mornings.
"Sure," he responded, hoping to wash away his guilt. "Anything you want."
"Well," Ellen said, "my car's been acting up. I notice that you go downtown about the same time I do in the mornings. Do you think you could give me a lift for awhile?"
This was more than Joe had anticipated. Have this seductive woman in his very own car every morning? He didn't know if he could stand the strain, but what could he say? He'd already said yes in advance.
"God, is that guy chicken!" Ellen told her husband later. "With the way I was batting my eyes at him, anybody else would have taken me in the house and raped me on the living room rug."
"You're doing fine . . . you're doing fine," Steve said encouragingly, wondering for a moment why he was trying so hard to get his wife laid by another man.
Ellen took it easy the first morning Joe drove her to work, doing nothing that would alarm him. So he was totally unprepared when she finally moved in for the kill. They had just started out, and Ellen said with dismay, "Oh dear, I seem to "have broken a strap on my garter belt!" The truth was, she had intentionally put on an old garter belt that morning with a broken strap. Now, as Joe tried to keep one eye on the road and another on Ellen, she boldly pulled up her dress and began to work on the offending strap, futilely trying to fasten it in place with a safety pin.
"I just can't get it!" she finally said in exasperation. "Do you think you could help me?"
With a great deal of trepidation, Joe pulled over by the side of the road. Ellen had timed her request so that they were in a fairly deserted area, and the only place for Joe to stop was under some big trees, well off the road.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked nervously, eyeing Ellen's legs, which were bared all the way up to her crotch.
"You just hold the strap in place, and I'll pin it," Ellen said briskly. She pulled her skirt up a little higher to make more room for two pair of hands. She was wearing her panties over her garter belt, and Joe found to his dismay that the leg-band of the panties had to be pushed up a little before he could fit the broken strap into place. When he didn't push them up far enough, Ellen impatiently reached down and yanked them aside, carelessly baring a large swath of her bright red pussy hair. So when Joe finally had the courage to hold the strap in place as Ellen had asked him to, he found the fingers of one hand being tickled by his passenger's pubic hair. To make it worse, Ellen, in her struggles to work the safety pin through the tough elastic material, lewdly parted her legs so that the pop-eyed Joe was actually able to catch a glimpse of Ellen's nearest pussy lip as well! The band of her panties was sucked right up into her slit, and already darkening with her cunt-juices. Having a man's hand so close to her genitals was having as much an effect on her as it was on Joe, and her inner lubricants had started flowing heavily in hopeful anticipation. The smell of her sexual arousal worked the final magic as it seeped upward toward Joe's perspiring face.
Suddenly Ellen tossed all pretense aside. Reaching down, she shoved one of Joe's hands between her legs and clamped her legs tightly around it. He looked up in shock, and found himself staring into a pair of smoldering eyes.
"Joe!" she said throatily. "Ellen!" he replied in a choked voice. Seconds later they were locked together in a long passionate kiss, their tongues entwining up inside the hot caverns of their mouths. Ellen hopefully opened her legs again, and Joe, running on instinct now, obligingly rammed one finger up her gratified cunt. The panting young redhead was certain she was about to be fucked, but she had reckoned without Joe's scruples.
"Why, Ellen, why?" he suddenly asked, pulling his mouth away from hers.
Her first stunned impulse was to say: "Why? Because I want your cock up my cunt, you dumb, handsome klutz!" But, biting her lip, she realized she had one of the last of the genuine romantics on her hands. He was going to have to be led along the path to moral decay gently.
"I've been watching you for so long," she poured out, wincing at the corniness of her words. "You seemed unobtainable, but some force inside drove me on. I knew we had to be together . . . somehow!"
Christ, will he buy this shit? she wondered, but she'd gauged her man correctly. For some time Joe had been getting tired of fucking the same woman night after night, no matter how much he was in love with her. But his rigid upbringing forbade him to take the obvious step of going out and laying some horny woman. For him, sex had to be justified by a great love-a tragic romance. So, to Ellen's dismay, he refused to fuck her.
"Not here," he declaimed nobly. "Not in a parked car, like a couple of teenagers. We have to make the first time something we can remember the rest of our lives!"
Oh, brother! Ellen thought. The things I'll do for my horny husband! So it was arranged that they would meet two nights hence, in Ellen's house. "My husband has to be away on a business trip," she told her panting would-be lover. Weird morals this guy's got, Ellen thought to herself. He won't fuck in a car, but he'll fuck another man's wife behind his back in his own house! Must be that old time religion- the sneakier the better.
So the plot was laid, even if Ellen hadn't been-yet. Steve, who wasn't really going out of town, was to sneak by the open window and take pictures of her and Sir Galahad in the sack together. "You sure you can take seeing your old lady get fucked?" Ellen asked dubiously.
"Yeah," he assured her. "The thought kind of turns me on. And then I won't feel so bad when I'm fucking his wife. Christ, just the thought of that ass of hers turns me on!"
So the great night came. Joe drove away from his house, telling his wife he was going to a Bible class meeting. Over-cautious, he parked blocks away, and doubled back on foot to Ellen's house, so that she became worried he wasn't going to show up. But the furious barking of the neighbor's dog alerted her, and she went to open the back door to a somewhat tattered, disheveled Joe. He'd come over a series of back fences.
"Ellen!" he breathed out when he saw her. Ellen had prepared well. She was wearing a filmy negligee and nothing else. The sharp tips of her nipples were clearly visible through the diaphanous material, but the rest of her body shaded away into half-seen misty promises. Much sexier than if she'd been stark naked.
Joe was on her like a tiger, raining kisses down on her face while his hands roamed excitedly over Ellen's barely covered body. "Hey, take it easy!" she panted, doing her best to fend him off. It was clear Joe was intending to take her right there, on the living room rug, and it was important that their final coupling take place in the bedroom, next to the open window. Right outside that window, Steve crouched, camera ready.
"Come on," she soothed, leading her panting lover into the bedroom. "You wouldn't make love in a car, like a teenager. Well, I won't make love on the floor, like an animal!"
Joe followed after her, his mind a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions. Any man with as many moral hang-ups as he had would hardly be able to perform such a forbidden act as adultery without a little violence being done to his sanity. He was here with Ellen and he wasn't. The puritanical hypocritical part of him that regularly attended church really had gone to that Bible studies class-at least in spirit. It was only the real, needing, flesh-and-blood human part of him that was here with the object of his lusts-a mindless phallus who would coldly condemn the same behavior in any one else.
Hey! What have I got myself into? Ellen asked herself as she saw the wild light in Joe's eyes. She was very glad that Steve was so near as Joe pushed her relentlessly toward the big double bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she fell on her back, watching in fascination while Joe furiously tore his clothes off. He's out of his fucking gourd! she thought in alarm, but her nervousness didn't stop her from admiring his strong, well-muscled body as he rapidly became naked -nor the long slender cock that was already jutting out hard and ready between his powerful thighs.
As soon as he was totally naked, Joe nearly leaped on the recumbent Ellen. He didn't even bother to take off her negligee, nor was there any foreplay. All he did was pull up the hem of the flimsy negligee, managing to tear it in the process, and then he was on Ellen, forcing his way in between her soft naked thighs, moving his hips closer until, all at once she felt the sharp pain of his abrupt entry up into her unprepared cunt.
"Owwwwww . . . Hey! You're hurting me! Take it easy!" Ellen yelped, but it didn't do any good. Without any other preamble than the fact that his cock was already up inside her cringing vagina, Joe started fucking Ellen madly.
I wonder if this is how it is to be raped? Ellen wondered vaguely, and then the excitement of the whole bizarre scene hit her. Christ, it's sexy to be raped! she found herself thinking as the big handsome naked man continued to fuck into her loins from above. It wasn't long before her well-trained pussy had accommodated itself to Joe's long hard rod, and she began to fuck back, panting and moaning as he slammed his hips down against her tender vulva again and again.
On the other side of the window, Steve was feverishly taking pictures with a Polaroid camera, as fast as he could make it work. God! That sonuvabitch is really screwing the hell out of my wife! he kept telling himself, wondering why he wasn't getting mad instead of getting an erection. His eyes bulged as he saw Joe Henderson's stone-hard organ slithering repeatedly up into his wife's wet, willing snatch, pulling and tugging at her full, fleshy cunt lips, matting her pubic hair with the slippery juices that he squeezed out of her thoroughly aroused vagina.
Ellen and Joe's mad coupling didn't last very long, but by the time she felt Joe's cock began to jerk and tremble up inside her palpitating cunt, preparatory to pumping his hot sperm up into her ready womb, she found that her own orgasm was on the way. Just like a couple of wild animals! was her last conscious thought before she was swept away on a raging tide of climaxing passion. The two adulterers writhed together madly, sweat pouring from their bodies, thick streams of their combined orgasmic juices gushing back out Ellen's overfilled cunt, while a panting Steve took his last few pictures. Finally, with one last lewd grin, the spying husband vanished into the night.
Inside the bedroom, now that their wild love-making was over, Ellen found she had her hands full coping with the usual complement to Joe's sex life-guilt.
Peace reigned in the room for awhile, as the two recent lovers fought to get back their breaths. Ellen tingled all over, but particularly far up inside her well-fucked pussy, and was unprepared for Joe's reaction, once his immediate passion was spent.
"I've committed an unforgivable act," he said blackly as he sat disconsolately on the edge of the disarrayed bed. "I've betrayed my wife."
Ellen was taken by surprise by Joe's rapid change of mood. "Hey, you make me sound like an instrument of the devil!" she responded angrily. "How about thinking about the nice fuck we just had, instead of beating your chest over your wife? You should have thought about her before you came sneaking in here!"
"I'm weak," Joe said simply. "I wanted you too much."
"So, what's wrong with that?" Ellen asked angrily. "I like men to want me."
Joe favored her with a pitying glance, which had the unfortunate effect of making the young redhead even angrier. "Well, you can just get the fuck out of here!" she cried. "I'll be Goddamned if I'll be used by some phony and then made to feel like a whore!"
"You're right," Joe replied meekly. "I should go home now and see if somehow I can make this up to my wife."
Suddenly Ellen became very alarmed. The plan called for her to hold him "here for the rest of the evening while Steve made a bee-line for Joe's house to try and seduce his wife.
"Now wait a minute," she said hastily. "We're both acting like a couple of fools."
But it was no use. By dint of tears, and other similar subterfuges, Ellen was able to hold him there only another half-hour. During this time, the shrewd young nurse began to suspect that Joe's whole stiff mode of life was an elaborate role, and probably for the benefit of people long since gone. He'd mentioned his parents a couple of times, now deceased, with something approaching dread. Try as she might, Ellen was unable to break through Joe's theological armor. Finally, the despairing girl watched her one-time lover put on his clothes and make his exit, mumbling some final lines about confessing his guilt.
"God! I've got to warn Steve!" Ellen moaned, as she pulled on a robe over her negligee and headed into the night after Joe.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Things had gone very well for Steve. When he'd presented himself at Pam Henderson's front door, she'd given him a long calculating look before finally inviting him inside.
"Kind of thought it was about time we got to know our neighbors better," the stocky salesman said affably. "Particularly now, since my wife and your husband have their car pool going." But secretly he was thinking, I know a horny broad when I see one, and this broad is HORNY!
Steve's eyes flicked appreciatively over Pam. She was a tall, slender, elegantly built blonde, with a tight round ass that made the body-hugging modish pants she was wearing the focus of his attention. How I'd love to get in that ass, Steve thought excitedly. Hell . . . I KNOW I'm going to get in that ass!
There was a short silence while Pam and Steve sized each other up. "Care for a drink?" she finally asked, signifying that Steve had been made a little more welcome. While she mixed them each one, Steve plotted furiously, trying to decide how best to approach his beautiful companion. Despite what he diagnosed as her horniness, there was a cool aloofness about Pam that the brash Steve didn't quite know how to breach. She really controls herself, Steve thought. Not too hard to understand, knowing who she's married to.
The first thing was to get physically close to her. Pam was sitting on the couch and Steve was ensconced in a chair facing her. "You have pretty hands," he said, his first directly personal remark to the girl.
"Thanks," she said, obviously a little pleased.
"Let me take a look," Steve said, getting up from his chair before she could answer. "My grandmother used to tell fortunes. She was supposed to be part gypsy." And he seated himself next to Pam on the couch, on her left, reaching across her body to take her right hand firmly in his. He'd used the 'gypsy grandmother' ploy many times, although he wasn't aware of the slightest amount of gypsy blood in his family. But most people love to have their palms read, hoping that their hands will contain something unusual, flattering.
"Well, lets see. ..." Steve murmured, pleased with the soft smooth feel of his intended prey's hand. "Say, that's quite a lifeline ... you should live a long, healthy life." That for reassurance. "Now, this is your head line, the line that controls your mind. From all indication you're an intelligent person with . . ." he screwed up his face a little as if concentrating, "with a strong love of the arts." That was a fairly safe bit because of the numerous drawings and little wall hangings Steve had noticed in the living room.
"But what's this?" he continued, looking concerned. "See this break in the line here? Indicates a time of great emotional upset. . . say, when you were about eighteen or twenty!"
Pam nodded eagerly, the memory of past pains flashing over her face for a moment, very impressed with Steve, little realizing that he'd made a shrewd guess, gambling on his observations that most American girls have a rough emotional time at about that age.
"Go on!" Pam said eagerly.
"Now this is your heart line," Steve went on. "Hmmmmm, I'd say from this that you build strong attachments to members of the opposite sex. And this little curve above it, joining these two fingers indicates that you have a very passionate, sensual nature . . . particularly in. . . ." Steve paused delicately, "matters of the flesh!" Was that an answering gleam he saw in Pam's eyes?
"Unfortunately," he went on, "it looks like you have undergone a great deal of frustration in this very natural tendency toward physical expression. . . . That for a long time you haven't had the right outlets, and that you've had to bottle up. .. ."
Pam had become so engrossed in what Steve was saying, that she hadn't noticed that his arm, which was reaching part way across her body had for the last few minutes been repeatedly grazing over the tips of her breasts. Even if she had noticed, Steve had been clever enough to make it look as if the fleeting contacts had been accidental. Nevertheless, the already spell-bound Pam had slowly been becoming aware of a growing sexual excitation in her tightly controlled body. Steve hadn't read her wrong-the young housewife did have a genuinely passionate nature, and her marriage to the nervous, timid Joe had left her quivering under a burden of sexual frustration.
Pam suddenly became acutely aware that she was sitting very close to a young, virile man- that her hand was in his and one of his arms had settled firmly against her suddenly awakening breasts. And most startling of all, his other hand was now tracing small meaningless patterns over the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs!
Steve, ever the master salesman, spotted the look of mingled fear and passion in Pam's eyes and made his move at precisely the right psychological moment. Another few seconds, and Pam's normal sang-froid would have taken over, and that would have been the end of his plans for seduction. Without warning, he swept the young blonde into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She stiffened for an instant, then melted against him, her lips parting to admit his questing tongue.
"Mmmmnnnnnnnn," they both moaned into one another's mouths, and Steve lost no time in expertly running his hands over Pam's firm, uptilted breasts. Little shivers of excitement rippled over the girl's rapidly heating body, and Steve was sure he was home free. Even when his hand slipped lower, Pam obligingly opened her thighs so that he was able to slowly and seductively rub her pussy through the material of her pants. She squirmed and panted, her legs closing hungrily on his hand.
But when Steve tried to unzip the girl's tight pants and insinuate his hand down inside against her naked flesh so he could search out her seething pussy, the girl began to fight back.
"No!" she cried. "That's going too far!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Steve asked, genuinely surprised. "You can't tell me you don't want it as much as I do!"
"Yes . . . yes ... I want it! God knows, I want it!" she moaned. "But I just can't! I'm a married woman! I'd never forgive myself if I betrayed my husband!"
And no matter how hard Steve tried, she wouldn't let him get an inch closer to her tantalizing pussy. This maddened the usually successful seducer, because he could feel the heat of Pam's need radiating from her sexually hungry body. He decided to play his trump card.
"So," he said thoughtfully. "You'd like to make love, but you just can't stand the thought of betraying your doting, faithful husband . . . even though he obviously doesn't take care of your very real sexual needs?"
"Yes ... I know ... it sounds stupid, but I love the poor dumb guy!" Pam said, and her feelings began to explode out of her. "For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me-that I was some kind of raving sex maniac. But a lot of the things I've read and heard about since then got me over that. I've probably got no more than a normal sex drive, but poor Joe. . . . Christ! It's all just too much for him! He's told me a little about those miserable Bible-quoting, hate-filled parents of his, and it's easy to see what they did to his mind. He's so up-tight about sex that he actually apologizes when he wants to make love to me -he is human, you know-he wants sex just as much as any of us."
"But when he makes love to you, it's no good?" Steve broke in.
"Like a rabbit!" Pam burst out, the first edge of bitterness coming into her voice. "Wham, bam, and I'm sorry ma'm, as if he wanted to get the whole sordid thing over with before it polluted both our spiritually pure bodies!"
Which made sense to Steve after having watched Joe's frenetic fucking of Ellen. If Ellen didn't cum so easy. ... he found himself thinking. "Well, then," he said, "why don't you do both yourself and Joe a favor and get some sex on the side. It'll take some of the strain off both of you if you aren't running around half out of your mind with horniness all the time."
"I've thought of it," Pam said. "I've thought of it a hundred times, but I finally had to face up to the fact that it would be betraying my husband. He tries ... he really tries. I just couldn't do such a thing to him. It'd be the worst kind of betrayal," she declaimed firmly, managing to look slightly noble.
"And what if he were just making a sucker out of you ?" Steve asked slyly. "Playing around on the side while you stayed home, faithful, jittering your nerves away?"
"Joe would never do anything like that!" Pam said positively. For an answer, a poker-faced Steve drew the sheaf of Polaroid photographs from his pocket and presented them to Pam.
"The woman in the pictures is my wife," he said. "You'll probably recognize the man."
Pam sensed what the pictures were even before she looked at them, but she bravely went ahead and thumbed through the whole stack, one by one. For a few seconds afterwards, the betrayed young wife sat staring stonily into space, the pictures slipping unnoticed from her fingers.
"The BASTARD!" she finally cried, "the lousy, two-faced bastard!"
"See? There goes your last excuse," Steve said cheerily. "Now how about getting a few licks in from your side?"
Pam turned calculating eyes on her stocky neighbor. "I don't think I like you," she said coolly. "I can just see you setting this whole thing up. But you're right. . . . It's time to get a few licks in on my side before I lose the nerve!"
Pam looked steadily at Steve. "Let's fuck!" she said flatly, already beginning to unbutton her blouse. Steve was willing, even if he was a little nervous by Pam's cold, matter of fact manner of approaching the whole thing. But his uneasiness changed to enthusiasm when he finally saw the girl's naked body. Christ! he thought in awe, staring at her long graceful legs and firm, pink-nippled breasts. Pam's coloring was superb-creamy ivory skin highlighted with pink, sky-blue eyes and honey gold hair sweeping down over her shoulders and half-hiding her pert breasts, rich ruby lips, and the silkiest blonde pussy hair he'd ever seen.
"Well . . . how do you want to start?" he asked. "It looks like you're in charge."
"Anything!" she burst out. "Anything but missionary style! All Joe ever does is lay me on my back, pick up the hem of my nightgown, and pump his nuts off between my legs!"
"Okay," Steve said amiably, taking off the last of his clothes. He ambled over to a thick rug in front of the fireplace and lay down on his back, massaging his cock with one hand so that it stood up straight and stiff above his hairy belly. "You just go ahead and settle down on my little friend here, and you can fuck yourself any way you want."
"Oh God!" Pam murmured. "Oh God . . .
I've wanted to do that so long! If only he'd...."
Without wasting another word, Pam moved quickly over to Steve and straddled his recumbent form, so that he had a highly stimulating view of the increasingly excited girl's slightly gaping pink pussy slit. It's practically dripping! he thought admiringly. God, this broad really gets it on fast! "You sure you don't want a few preliminaries?" he asked. "Like maybe having your cunt eaten a little?"
"No!" she panted. "I want a hard cock up in me, making me cum! Can you last a long time?"
"Hours!" Steve bragged, and a moment later saw the beautiful Pam lowering her tightly curving loins down toward his waiting cock.
"Oooohhhhhh, fuck .... shit ..... piss!" Pam moaned as her pussy lips made their first electric contact with Steve's pulsing cock. "Talk to me dirty. . . . Make me feel like a slut!"
This babe's got a lot of things to work off! he marveled, but was happy to go along, if it would get that lovely body of hers settled down on his. "Okay, cunt," he growled. "Ram your snatch down on my cock and we'll fuck each other's ears off. . . . Come on . . . move! Slip my pecker into that juicy hole of yours!"
Pam moaned under the lewd stimulation of Steve's obscene words, at the same time guiding the tip of his immensely swollen organ up into her cunt with her cool little fingers. Then it was Steve's turn to groan as her voraciously hungry, long-denied cunt swallowed up his throbbing rod. What a tight pussy! he marveled as the girl's warm inner wetness encased his quivering penis. Gotta watch I don't cum too soon!
As soon as she felt a cock in her, Pam went mad, knowing the lewd man beneath her would encourage her in any kind of wild behavior. All the girl's carefully reigned in inhibitions burst loose as she began to frantically slam her cunt up on and down on the excitingly hard shaft of Steve's big cock, moaning obscenities as she flailed above him. "Oooohhhh, God . . . God . . . God!" she wailed, "I can fuck as long as I want!"
Suddenly both Steve and Pam stiffened as a terrible bellow of rage rang out. "PAM . . . FOR GOD'S SAKE . . . WHAT THE HELL . . . ?"
Pam spun around, Steve's cock still stuffed up inside her dripping cunt, and was horrified to see her husband, Joe, standing just inside the door, his mouth now working soundlessly as he stared at the unbelievable scene of his beautiful pure young wife, crouched naked over a nude man's humping loins. Pam's first impulse was to leap up from the shameful act in which she'd been caught and run from the room. But her terrified features hardened as she saw someone else come into the room behind Joe, a woman in a robe-Ellen. So he brought his whore with him! she thought savagely, recognizing the red-haired Ellen as the woman in the Polaroid snapshots. Then why is he acting so shocked at what I'm doing? A bitter stubbornness swept over the usually obedient young wife.
"You go to hell, Joe Henderson!" she screamed, before he could even open his mouth again. "I've put up with your Goddamned prissiness as long as I can stand! This is the first good fuck I've had since I met you, and I'm going to keep right on fucking until I've cum!" And turning her attentions back to the dumbfounded Steve, the lovely young blonde once again began to slide her cuntal channel furiously up and down his rock-hard shaft.
Behind her, Joe Henderson was too stunned to move. As he thought of his wife's bitter words and watched her madly humping over the hairy loins of a stranger, great cracks began to appear in the firmament of his mental world. Continents sank and new mountain ranges appeared. The seas of his mind boiled. For years he had made his lovely and seemingly pure young wife the repository of his stunted, fear-laden view of life. She had become the center of a cult of sexual and emotional repression to him, not because she wanted it that way but because his own early traumas had made it inevitable that he could relate to another human being in no other way. And now the whole false edifice came tumbling down, leaving him with nothing but himself, and to Joe's surprise, his most noticeable feeling was relief! He had, in a sense, put all of his hang-ups in one basket, and that basket had suddenly burst. He wasn't yet the man he should have been-that would take time-but he was also no longer the neurotic, life-denying robot he used to be.
Why don't I stop them? Joe asked himself curiously as he watched Steve and Pam fucking, which was exactly what every one else in the room was wondering too. God, what they're doing looks so ... so. . . . He wanted say disgusting which was his old way of looking at things, but now the thought came out sexy! And the staring young husband felt a slow heat building up in his loins. He became aware of Ellen standing nervously near him, and he thought, I was fucking this woman just a little while ago! The memory excited him.
Then Joe looked again at his wife, amazed by the totally abandoned way she was giving herself to Steve. Is that Pam? he asked himself incredulously, remembering the strained way she reacted to his rigid lovemaking. Look at her go! Why ... why, that's . .. fantastic! And suddenly all the years of suppressed sexual desires surfaced in Joe's mind as a burning need to make love to his wife in the most depraved way he could imagine. Furiously he began to tear off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Ellen asked next to him, but he paid her no attention. For a fleeting instant he had the thought of performing his crude act on her, but it was his wife he really wanted.
Pam had heard Ellen's brief exclamation behind her, and wondered tensely what her husband's final reaction to her shameless rejection of him would be, but she stubbornly continued fucking her body down onto Steve's, determined that she wasn't going to give up one inch of her new-found independence. But she nevertheless jerked in alarm when she felt naked flesh press itself hotly against her backside.
"Joe!" she exclaimed, turning to see her naked husband right behind her. "What are you doing?"
"You don't seem to like the way I've been making love to you," he said, malice in his voice. "You seem to think I've been too . . . conservative. Maybe I have, but now I'm going to make up for it."
"What do you mean?" Pam asked, more frightened by her husband's set determined expression than she had been by his earlier rage.
"I mean I'm going to fuck you in the ass, baby," he growled. "Now get up off that fat hairy bastard and get ready for a hard ride!"
Pam was too stunned to reply for a minute. Did I hear him right? she wondered in amazement. Old, straight-laced Joe? And then a wave of hot lust swept over her as she sensed the lewd possibilities in what he had proposed. "No," she panted, her body suddenly on fire. "I'm not taking Steve's wonderful cock out of my cunt. If you want to fuck me in the ass, you'll have to do it right here and now! With Steve still in me!"
Nobody could have been more surprised than Steve by Pam's incredible suggestion. He had been nervously keeping an eye on Joe, his respect for jealous husbands having been reinforced by several nasty incidents in the past. But when his mind finally drew a picture of what Pam was proposing, his own body responded hotly.
"It's okay by me," he panted, which left the matter up to Joe. After a moments somber thought, the transformed husband decided to make the best of the situation, slowly kindling as he realized the very depravity of what his amazing young wife had proposed.
"You asked for it, cunt!" he growled, savoring the feel of the lewd word in his mouth. His cock jerked to full erection as, for the first time, he thought of his pristine wife as a gaping, needing hole, ready for his swollen cock. Joe wasted no more time. Crowding in close to Pam's well-rounded ass, he positioned the blunt head of his cock against the tight brown pucker of her asshole, parting her richly curved ass-cheeks with his hands so that he had a clear shot at his impossibly small target. The panting Joe still had enough sense to realize that it was going to be hard to worm his heavy shaft up inside those unused anal depths, and quickly reached down to his wife's gushing cunt, wetting his fingers in her copious fluids so that he would have some lubricants to smear over the tip of his cock. He shuddered as he felt Steve's cock racing in and out of the vagina that up until now had been his sole property. To keep from being jealous, he replaced the jealousy with anger, and gritting his teeth, suddenly rammed his moistened cock all the way up into his wife's tight little asshole, not caring very much if he hurt her, but not expecting the reaction he got.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!" Pam shrieked, as she felt her bowels invaded by her husband's red-hot probe. She thought she was going to faint from the unexpected agony. It felt as if her ass had been split wide open!
"Did ... Did it hurt that much?" Joe asked weakening.
"Don't. .. Don't you worry about that," Pam gritted out, fighting the pain. Now that her husband had got this far, her greatest fear was that he would back down. She wanted to be used! She wanted to be hurt. She wanted to make up for the years of sexual nothingness in one great orgy of pain and ecstasy. "For God's sake, fuck me!" she snarled. "Don't you know what to do with that Goddamned thing between your legs?"
Stung by his wife's harsh words, Joe sprang into action, beginning to ram his long thin cock in and out of his wife's gradually widening asshole in long smooth strokes, while from below he could feel Steve pumping his own swollen organ rhythmically up into her well-filled cunt. A great feeling of power swept over the humping man as he pounded his phallus into the moaning woman kneeling in subjugation before him. And at the same time he felt a great burst of brotherhood toward Steve. They were men, doing to a woman what men had always done to women-forcing cries of pain mingled with delight from their tender bodies with the powerful weapons they carried ready between their legs!
Pam too, felt this new sense of wild strength in her husband, and panting, trapped between the two rutting men, felt used as she had never been used before. I love it! she screamed to herself over and over again, slowly beginning to think of herself as the meat in a sandwich of lust. She felt a powerful orgasm building up in her loins, one far different than the panting releases she had been able to wring from her own reluctant body on those few occasions she had permitted herself to masturbate.
"Oh God!" she shrieked, her face glowing with sexual joy. "Fuck your big beautiful cocks into me. . . . Both of you!"
Across the room, Ellen found herself staring mesmerized at a humping, sweating, swaying tangle of flesh such as she had never before even imagined. Why isn't that me? she cried silently, envying Pam the attentions of the two powerfully fucking men. Never one to be left out, the irrepressible redhead quickly shed her robe and negligee, and stark naked, walked over to the obscene trio writhing together on the rug. Stepping over Pam's laboring back, she straddled the young blonde, pushing her red-furred pussy only inches away from Joe's surprised face.
"For God's sake, eat my cunt," she begged, arching her back and reaching down to lewdly part her full-fleshed pussy lips, presenting the fever-pink inner depths to Joe's stupefied gaze. Joe hesitated a moment. Earlier in the day, such a disgusting act as Ellen proposed would have sickened him. But the fact that he had his swollen cock up his wife's wide-stretched rectum while another man fucked into her pussy from below had considerably widened his horizons. With a hungry moan, Joe leaned forward and sucked Ellen's tender cunt-flesh deep into his mouth. "Uuuunnnnnhhhh," Ellen gasped out, and reaching forward, seized Joe by the hair, pulling his slavering lips tight against her spasming cunt.
The four participants in that lewd pyramid of lusting flesh swayed together for several more minutes. Ellen was the first to go. Already turned on by Joe's earlier fuck, her pussy flamed into another orgasm from his powerful sucking of her wildly excited clitoris. For the first time in his life, Joe tasted the rich heady flavors of a woman's orgasmic fluids, mingled with the cum he had pumped into her less than an hour ago. He sucked and sucked, until the exhausted Ellen toppled weakly away, lying panting on the rug next to the remaining trio.
Steve was the next to go. All at once he had become sharply aware that he could feel Joe's cock alongside his up inside Pam's nakedly writhing body, separated only by a thin membrane. The obscene realization was too much for him, and he felt his swollen balls spew up their hot load. With a choked cry, he dug his fingers painfully into Pam's soft asscheeks, pulling her tight cunt as far down as it would go over his jerking cock and proceeded to pump his hot load up into her womb.
Which touched off Pam. Driven almost beyond the point of sexual endurance, the double-fucked young blonde felt her inner depths explode in a hot flash of long-delayed orgasmic release. Twisting and jerking, she writhed wildly between the two men, slamming her loins back hard so that she could fill her twice-impaled body with their hot male hardness. And as she struggled, the sphincter muscles of her rectum clamped rhythmically, powerfully around her husband's tightly trapped member, drawing the boiling sperm up from his drum-tight testicles.
"JEEZUS CHRIST!" he roared for the first time in Pam's memory breaking his rule of carefully controlled orgasmic silence. She thrilled to his hoarse bellows as he emptied his nuts up into her bowels in a hot stream that seemed to be drilling a hole through into her shuddering belly. And behind her, Joe panted out the last of a lifetime of frustrations, reborn again as he stared down to where his painfully swollen cock was pumping its load up into the tight little hole he'd never before even dared think about. He felt an immense sense of liberation.
Exhausted, Joe fell forward, nearly suffocating the trapped Pam. "Please," she begged weekly, and managed to wiggle out from between the two men's heavy bodies, wincing regretfully as she felt their softening cocks slither wetly from her nether openings, coming to rest next to the still panting Ellen.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," Pam repeated over and over again when she had got enough of her breath back to talk. She doubted that Steve and Ellen had acted out of altruism, but was grateful just the same, suspecting that their intervention had, at the very least, brought her and Joe's marital problems to a head.
"Yes ... I want to thank somebody," Joe said humbly. "I guess I've been acting like an asshole for years."
"Hey, you all really liked that?" Steve said. "I thought it was a gas, myself. Say, I got an idea," he said enthusiastically, his promoter's instincts coming to the fore. "We should all live together. . . . Set up some kind of a sex commune. You know, where everybody makes it with everybody else. I'll bet it would grow like wildflower. What do you think, Ellen? I bet we could get Peggy to join it. She's one hot little bitch! And. . . ."
"For God's sake, shut up and let me suck your cock, or something," Ellen said lovingly as she moved next to her excited husband. "Can't you see you're disturbing something?"
Surprised, Steve followed his wife's gaze, and saw that Joe and Pam were pressed together in a long, passionate embrace. With great interest he watched Joe's groping finger slither up Pam's cum-slippery cunt.
"Well, would you look at that," he said with a smile. "That boy's going to turn out to be a real lover after all."
