Despite the so-called Sexual Revolution and the thousands of books, magazines and films which have flooded the market for a decade now, there are still a great many people who view sexuality as if it were something disgusting, something to be suppressed, something to be avoided at all costs. Such a person is Lainie Harper, the protagonist of this hard-hitting novel.
To Lainie Harper, sexual relations with her husband, Carl, were something to be endured and to be gotten out of the way - dutifully - as quickly as possible. At any rate, such was her attitude until Carl suddenly got himself locked up in jail, leaving Lainie alone, penniless and unprotected.
Being alone, penniless and unprotected, Lainie found herself besieged by a host of virile men who were only too eager to keep her company, remedy her poverty to some extent, and to protect her - all for a price, of course. The price being the use of her voluptuous young body. A price which Lainie was unwilling to pay ... but, in her defenseless state, she was unable to avoid paying that price.
And her healthy young body responded in a healthy, normal manner - regardless of what her conscience and restrictive background told her. Through one agonizing crisis after another, Lainie is hurtled into situations which horrified her conscience - and delighted her physical self. It is only after a series of traumatic experiences that Lainie is finally able to come to grips with her sexual desires, to accept them and, with growing maturity, to satisfy them in a normal and healthy manner.
We, the publishers, are proud to present this timely novel of one of the complex facets of modern society, and we are sure that the mature adult reader will welcome this addition to the growing library of works illuminating our contemporary mores.
CHAPTER ONE
"No, you're not taking any goddamned job and that's final!" Carl Harper snarled, glaring angrily at his wife, his tempter rising.
"But, honey," Lainie Harper protested, trying to stay calm and reasonable, "it'll only be temporary ... just until you can get another job. Besides, we need the money, all of our creditors are starting to dun us. I'm afraid to answer the telephone anymore."
"Fuck 'em! They can whistle for their goddamned bread! I'll have a job in a couple of weeks at most. Jimmy O'Brien was just telling me today that he's going to need somebody down at the gas station. You know what mechanics make, baby? Two or three hundred bucks a week, that's what!"
The pretty young wife didn't reply. It seemed useless to point out to her husband that Jimmy O'Brien was a first-class slave driver with his employees, paying them the bare minimum wage and then cheating them out of half that little amount. She sighed in resignation, knowing that it wouldn't do any good to argue with Carl when he was in this kind of mood.
He'd come home stinking of beer again today. It always surprised her that he could hustle money for drinking when they couldn't spare even a little bit of his unemployment check on back bills. And, more and more recently, he'd been spending most of his days down at the Four Aces Tavern, squandering their money and working himself into a rage of self-pity at being fired from his last job and not being able to find another one.
"What's for supper?" Carl asked, opening the refrigerator and looking for beer. Finding none, he grabbed a half-gallon bottle of cheap red wine and poured himself a tumbler full.
"I fixed us a nice tuna-fish casserole," Lainie replied, wishing desperately that Carl wouldn't drink so much. Their evenings were almost totally predictable nowadays. He would come home half-drunk, slop up his food, then fall asleep in front of the television. Worse yet, he always seemed to wake up horny, his meaty cock throbbing lewdly in his trousers as he massaged it and tried to talk Lainie into letting him make love to her.
The twenty-three year-old wife had never had a very highly developed sexual drive, but when things were going well for them she accepted his clumsy lovemaking without protest, never really enjoying the act. Lately, however, Carl's lovemaking had become unbelievably crude, almost as if he were taking out his rage and frustration at not being able to find a job. There was no pretense of tenderness or love for Lainie, only an obscene need to force her to share his misery.
"Tuna-fish casserole?" he asked, arching his eyebrows in mock surprise. "That's just fucking great, baby," he went on, sarcastic now. "That's just what I fucking wanted! Goddamned slop, it isn't fit for animals! Why can't we have a goddamned steak once in a fucking while?"
He was livid with anger now, his hands clenching and unclenching as he stared at his shocked wife. She had done the best she could, she told herself silently and bitterly. It wasn't her fault that her food budget had been reduced! And she had offered to get a job and help out until he found work! It seemed so terribly unfair of him to verbally abuse her like this!
"Because we don't have the money to buy steak!" she cried out in frustration, wanting to hurt him in return. "Maybe if you didn't drink so much at the Four Aces We'd be able to afford steak now and then!"
"So it's my fault, huh?" he asked quickly. "I lose my job because that asshole of a foreman has a hard-on for me, and you got to make me feel like a fucking failure!"
"I don't say anything of the sort!" Lainie replied hotly. "And, please, Carl, don't use that kind of language. You know how much I hate it!"
"Fuck it, I don't care what you hate! And screw that cat-food casserole! Come on, let's go to bed. At least I'm still man enough to fuck!"
Lainie reacted as if she had been struck across the face. This was the worst Carl had ever been. His face was contorted with lust and anger, spittle oozing out of the corners of his mouth, his hand running up and down the swollen lump of cock-flesh at his groin as he stared at her.
"That's all you ever think about anymore ... beer and sex!" she cried out, blushing furiously, hurt and embarrassed by his outburst. "Why didn't you pick up one of those sluts down at the Four Aces if you were so horny? I'm sure one of those pigs would be happy to spread their legs for you!"
"Don't think I haven't given it a lot of thought, baby," he laughed mirthlessly. "I'm about sick of that ice-box cunt of yours! A guy loses his job and his wife freezes up on him! What kind of shit is that?"
As he spoke he moved closer to her, taking in the exciting sweep of her swollen breast mounds, his eyes running down over her lushly flaring hips and the long, perfectly sculpted legs.
Then, while she shivered with apprehension at the thought of being once again brutalized by his irrational and disgusting lusts, he lifted his eyes to her beautiful face.
Carl Harper had never believed he would ever marry anyone so stunningly gorgeous as Lainie. She had a classic beauty, with fine, creamy skin, deeply-set green eyes, a perfect little upturned nose, and full, ripe lips - all surrounded by billowing masses of rich, honey-colored hair. Her face and body were truly breath-taking. Everyone who met the lovely young woman told her she should have been a model or movie star.
Carl provided a stark contrast to her beauty. He was twenty-five, a muscular man just over six-feet tall. His features were irregular, from the battered nose which had broken several times, to the low forehead and slightly jutting chin. Many women, including Lainie, found him extremely attractive, but no one called him handsome in the traditional sense.
"Well, are you just going to stand there and say nothing?" Carl muttered darkly. "How come you've frozen up on me, baby? You never used to mind fucking."
"I-I-I ..." she stammered, not wanting to put into words the things she felt about sex. Lainie had always been insecure and defensive about her own lack of passion, and she felt even more so now. She could have told him, of course, that it wasn't true - that she had never felt good about sex, and never been comfortable allowing him to use her body for his raging lusts. But she didn't. Instead, she felt her face burning with shame.
"All the guys I know get all the fucking they want from their wives or girl friends," Carl continued, sensing his advantage. "Shit, baby, this is nineteen seventy-eight! Everybody's fucking and sucking like crazy! Shit, you won't even let me screw you a couple of times a week, let alone suck my prick for me!"
"Carl!" Lainie exploded, shocked horribly by his verbal outrage. "That's dirty ... dirty and disgusting! No decent woman would put her mouth down there! How could you even ask me to do something so awful?"
"Little Miss Better-Than-Everyone-Else, huh?" Carl sneered, his prick throbbing painfully now as he fantasized about all the exciting blow-jobs he'd been offered by the bar-flies down at the Four Aces. He'd always turned them down, just as he'd laughed off the offers of a quick fuck, preferring instead to try and inspire some passion in Lainie, to try and show her how great sex really was. He wished fervently now that he'd taken up the offers. "Listen, baby, I'm sick of your goddamned attitude. A guy's got a right to a blow-job! Shit, some of my friends even cornhole their broads! But not me, oh no, I've got to get stuck with a broad who isn't giving anything away ... not even to her husband!"
He swigged down another glass of cheap wine while Lainie stared at him with an expression of loathing on her pretty face. Suddenly she could take no more of the filthy language and his terrible accusations.
"I'm going to bed," she whispered, trying to control her temper. She knew that Carl would awaken with a hangover in the morning, and that he would be sorry for the things he had said to her. But she couldn't face any more at the moment. She spun around on her heel and started for the small bedroom of the apartment.
"You're damned right you are, bitch!" he scowled, setting his glass down on the coffee table. "And so am I! You're going to get fucked tonight, baby, whether you like it or not! Come on, let's go!"
Lainie raced into the bedroom and tried to push the door shut so that she could lock him out, but Carl was too aroused and angry now to be denied his conjugal rights. He shoved the door open, sending her sprawling down onto the bed, her legs flying open, her skirt hiking up around her hips. Before she could close them, she felt his lust-filled eyes hungrily devouring the crotch of her white nylon panties.
"No, please, I want to, be alone," she pleaded, shuddering as he came toward the bed, his hands already busy at his belt and fly. "Carl, don't do this to me ... I don't want to make love now!"
"Love?" he snarled, pulling off his shirt as he stared lewdly down at her. "This isn't love, you bitch, it's sex ... a good old piece of ass! I tried it the other way and it didn't do me any good! Okay, let's do it my way now!"
There was a horrifying look of raw, animal lust on his face as he let his trousers fall down around his ankles and then kicked them away. He was completely naked now except for his jockey shorts. The front of the thin cotton material looked as if it would burst from the heavy weight of his gigantic prick jerking and pulsating there. Then, still smiling obscenely at her, he hooked his thumbs in the tight elastic and drew the shorts down over his hips and legs, freeing the massive pole of heated meat, one hand going immediately to the turgid rod and milking back the thick foreskin to expose the glistening, purplish knob-end with the tiny slit already oozing out droplets of his pre-come.
Lainie looked around the bedroom wild-eyed, looking for some means of escape. Carl was standing between her and the doorway, and the only other way to avoid the horrible thing he had planned for her was to somehow get into the bathroom and lock the door.
"Maybe I'll make you give me a blow-job tonight," he said in a hoarse voice, more turned on than ever now from the sensations his fingers brought him. "Yeh, that's it ... I'll make you suck my cock! You know how many of them gook broads sucked my cock in Vietnam, baby?"
Horrified now, Lainie was edging off of the bed on the far side, prepared to jump up and run for the bathroom. Carl stood on the other side, his eyes devouring her luscious young body, his hand still lewdly massaging his massive prick, his face contorted with memories of all the oriental girls he had paid to wrap their eager lips around his throbbing rod.
Suddenly Lainie jumped up and hurried across the room, praying that she would get to the bathroom before her husband stopped her. He was startled by the sudden movement, but he recovered quickly, racing after her, throwing one arm around her waist and stopping her cold. She screamed for him to let her go, her long legs dangling in the air as he literally hoisted her off the floor.
"Oh no you don't, baby," he giggled, carrying her struggling body back toward the bed. "No more of your shit! Tonight I'm getting the emit I paid for with that marriage license!"
His beery breath was blowing in her face as she tried to turn and rake her razor-sharp fingernails down over his leering face. As soon as he felt the stinging pain of his flesh being lacerated, Carl growled in anger and threw her down onto the bed again, quickly coming down beside her.
"Bitch, dirty bitch!" he cried out, holding her heaving body with one hand as he staunched the flow of blood with the other. "You wanna play rough, huh? Okay, baby, we'll do it your way!"
"No ... oh God, leave me alone!" she shrieked, feeling her succulent body thrown back and forth as his hands seemed to be all over her at once. There was a sudden ripping sound, then a wash of cool air as her blouse was torn from her upper body. "NOOOO!"
He ignored her please, wrenching off her skirt, baring her naked thighs and legs, drinking in the sight of her panty-covered hips with the plump mound of her luscious cunt and the dimpled indentation of her slit clearly visible to his delighted eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, baby," he whispered lewdly, "that's the best damned pussy in this fucking town! Man, oh, man, I'm going to fuck you right into the bed, kid! I'll show you how a real man screws!"
A sharp pain filled Lainie as Carl tore off her bra and rammed his hungry lips down over one cringing nipple, his teeth biting and nibbling, his tongue lashing out at her naked flesh as if he were a starving man about to feast at last. And all the time he was chewing on her swollen mounds, his hands were busily working at the thin material of her panties, trying desperately to get them down over her madly writhing hips so that he could get at the moist crevice between her thighs.
She struggled as hard as she could, frightened and disgusted by the change in Carl. He had never been this way before, even though he hadn't been exactly gentle, either. Now he was like a rapist about to viciously attack his victim. His eyes were half-closed as he continued to massage her rubbery breast with his wet, heated tongue, but she could see the lust there. After a few moments of trying to get her panties off, he gave up in disgust, grabbing a handful of the sheer material and ripping it savagely, pulling the panties completely off her shivering bottom.
"AAAGGGHHH!" she wailed, half out of her mind with revulsion and horror.
But her yelps of protest only seemed to make him more determined than ever to ravage her body. To her shock he suddenly slid his saliva-drenched tongue further down on her helpless body, licking and sucking at the flesh of her stomach, inching obscenely closer to the wriggling, twisting mound of her cunt, moaning and wheezing hoarsely.
Realizing what he was about to do, Lainie tried to pull her thighs tightly shut, pushing at his body with her hands at the same time, begging him to leave her alone, praying that he would respond to some inherent sense of decency.
"Keep that up and I'll smack you," he warned ominously, raising his head from her stomach for a moment and glaring at her. "You just lay back and let me get you warmed up, baby. I know how to turn a broad on with my tongue, you'll see."
"Oh God, no ... nooo," she pleaded, blushing furiously with shame and embarrassment at the thought of his mouth touching her genitals. It was monstrous, horrible, too much for her to bear.
Laughing insanely now, Carl slipped his hands up under her thighs and gripped her smooth buttocks, lifting her off the bed, forcing her cunt up against his face. His nose and mouth were nuzzling her golden-fringed pubic triangle now, drinking in the pungent aromas of her womanhood, obscenely probing the ruffled lips of her pussy, thrusting aside the thin lips and sliding quickly to the clenching, velvety flesh of her writhing orifice.
"No, for God's sake, no don't do this ..." she wailed, beating him about the head and shoulders with her fists, trying to pull her arched cunt away from his face, jerking her legs in a vain attempt to dislodge them from his strong grip. She was burning with shame and humiliation, revolted by the feel of his wetly slobbering tongue on her genitals, hating him for what he was doing.
A violent shudder ran the whole length of her twisting body as his hot oral spear touched the tiny nub of her clitoris, making her even more ashamed. That was the only spot she had ever felt any pleasure in her pussy, and then only when she accidentally touched it while bathing. All of her life she had been taught that touching one's self down there was dirty. And Carl was too self-centered a lover to have ever made any attempt to bring her to arousal with gentle manipulations of her breasts and cunt.
For a few moments she even enjoyed the way he was greedily sucking and licking at the suddenly straining bundle of nerves. Then, feeling his fingers moving up into the crevice between her buttocks, sensing that he was about to touch her anal opening, she reacted with horror.
"NOOO!" she screamed, fighting for her life now as first one finger, then another, touched her puckered and ruffled little hairless opening, teasing it obscenely, circling the tightly clenched orifice lewdly while his tongue continued to beat a disgusting tattoo on her defenseless clitoris and pussy lips.
She could hear him chuckling through the mass of cuntal-flesh against his mouth. And his hand became bolder, a stubby little finger-tip sinking a fraction of an inch up inside her rubbery rectum, pausing there for a moment before he shoved it in to the first knuckle.
The horrified young wife screamed at the sudden intrusion of the finger inside her asshole. There was no real pain yet, only a sensation of fullness. But her mind was reeling with apprehension. What if he tried to shove his prick up there? she thought in agony. He had drunkenly told her about men and women who did things like that ... sick, disgusting things that were too awful to even contemplate. And she was feeling some pain now as he sunk the finger even deeper inside her cringing bottom. The ragged fingernail ripped mercilessly at the vulnerable flesh there, sending electric shocks of agony surging through her, making her scream out and try to kick at him.
Carl held on desperately, his mouth and lips glued to the succulent pussy, his finger sunk all the way in to the palm now. He crooked the end of the invading digit, sending new torrents of excruciating pain through his struggling young wife, wondering if he should try and cornhole her tonight.
His wetly heated tongue was like a snake gone wild, digging and probing at the strangely delicious pussy-flesh, devouring the ripeness of her cunt, wanting more, desperately trying to slide all the way up inside her and touch the tender nub of her cervix with the tip.
His cock was pounding furiously against his thigh, screaming for relief, pulsating wildly as he became more and more aroused. Through his alcoholic haze he tried to imagine himself finally breaking through his beautiful wife's inhibitions, finally making her groan and cry out for his huge cock as she had never done before.
It seemed that his whole being was centered in his tongue and his prick now. The past few weeks had been awful ones for him. Out of work, unable to find a new job, with little money and fewer prospects, he had become terribly depressed and filled with self-pity. The drunken hours he spent at the Four Aces with his unemployed friends, the arguments with Lainie over money and her desire to get a job, all these combined to turn the normally good-natured youth into a raging morass of hostility. And he was going to relieve that hostility through sex - relieve it temporarily, at least.
Reluctantly, he pulled his face away from her saliva-soaked cunt, sliding his body back up until she was trapped underneath him. His finger was still far up inside her burning, pain-ravaged asshole, his gigantic throbbing cock now jerking against her trembling thighs.
"Here it comes, bitch," he snarled, suddenly thrusting his hips forward and sending the spongy head of his massive cock painfully banging against her slickened pussy-flesh. "Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you right into the goddamned mattress!"
The beautiful young wife's pussy lips and outer canal were soaked by his warm spittle, but her insides were dry and unlubricated, making the sudden entry of his huge prick even more excruciatingly painful. He thrust his hips again, lodging three inches of the hardened rod between her legs.
"AAAIIIEEE!" she wailed, her cunt on fire from the vicious pole of male meat impaling her. "OH GOD, IT HURTS ... IT HURTS MEEEE!"
Laughing at the anguish he was causing, Carl thrust again, this time burying his prick all the way inside her bruised and battered pussy, his wiry pubic hair grinding down against hers, his finger wriggling inside her stuffed rectum.
"Feel it, bitch?" he sneered. "How does it feel to have both your holes plugged at the same time?"
She couldn't respond, couldn't do anything except to lie there and let him savagely assault her. He was showing her a side to his personality that she didn't know existed - a dark, brutal aspect of him that frightened her horribly. And she knew that her pain and degradation were only just beginning. Normally Carl would come fairly quickly, spewing out his heated seed and grunting with relief. But when he was drinking, she knew, the obscene fucking could go on for what seemed like hours.
Her pussy lips were squashed tightly against him now, her buttocks immobilized by the vise-like grip of one hand. Suddenly he began to withdraw his massive prick, painfully wrenching at her pussy again as the lust-hardened rod slid out until just the huge knob was inside her. Then, without warning, he slammed forward, driving the breath from her body as his swollen prick banged against her cervix, sending new agony and pain through her.
"AAAGGHHH! NO ... NOOO!" she squealed, praying for a sudden end to this horrible attack, but knowing in her heart that she wasn't to be spared the tortures of the damned.
He was driving into her without mercy now, humping his hips powerfully back and forth, gouging at her bowels with his finger, trying to feel his cock through the thin membrane that separated the two passageways in her stomach. And then his face came downward to slam against her chest again, his lips hungrily sucking at her naked breasts, his tongue working obscenely at the two swollen mounds.
On and on went the brutal fucking until she thought she would go out of her mind with pain and mental anguish. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with agony, her arms lying stiff and rigid at her sides helplessly. Every new brutal thrust brought her new pain, every probing twist of his finger in her asshole sent her mind reeling with misery.
Carl was like a wild beast, his powerful cock splitting her apart with each savage thrust, his hips pumping furiously, his tongue slurping disgustingly all over her flattened mounds.
Never in her young life had Lainie felt such brutal anguish and shame. She wasn't a person to him, she was just a warm and wet hole for his pleasure! She had wanted love and understanding - he had given her pain and misery! She had only wanted to help him, to be a good wife, to share his unhappiness at not being able to find another job. And how had he rewarded her? He was turning her love into hatred for him, her sympathy into revulsion!
Get it over with! her mind screamed silently at him. Do what you're going to do and then leave me alone! He was sweating profusely now, his stinking moisture making her own body glisten. And she could smell the disgusting aromas of his manhood and the beer he had drunk. Could she ever cleanse her body and soul of this sordid rape? Was there anything in the world he could do to make her forgive him now?
Her pain-wracked body was being jolted and pummelled, battered down against the soft mattress as he tried to stuff more and more of his massive prick up inside her fiery cunt. How could anyone find pleasure in this disgusting act? she wondered. And, as if in answer to her silent question, Carl slammed his hard pelvic-bone against hers, making her scream with new pain.
His glistening cock pistoned into her without mercy. He was grunting and panting like an animal now, his lips oozing saliva, his eyes wild with desire. On and on went the savage rape, each new thrust bringing the helpless young wife closer to the abyss of madness.
Suddenly, just when she thought she couldn't take another moment of his vicious rape of her cunt and asshole, Carl gave a low growl of triumph. His body tensed momentarily, his ever-expanding prick seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each second. Then, yelping with rapture, he plunged forward again as a torrent of sticky male juice exploded out of the end of his cock and filled her moistly stuffed cunt with the seeds from his swollen balls.
"I'm COMING ... I'm COMING!" he groaned, shivering with pleasure as more and more of his fluids filled her belly and made her feel like a vile repository for all the evil in the world.
His finger mercifully pulled out of her ass. Both hands were on her buttocks now, clenching her to him, driving his gigantic cock in and out while he held her helplessly against his body.
After a long time his movements slowed and he sighed as he felt his cock beginning to soften. Reluctantly he pulled the deflating prick out from her belly and rolled off her heaving body, coming to rest beside Lainie on the sweat-and-come soaked bed.
"Want to suck me now, bitch?" he chuckled, his words sounding like cannon shots to the horrified young wife. "Want to" suck me back up so I can fuck you again?"
"Haven't you done enough to me already?" she screamed, rolling off the bed and racing toward the bathroom. She reached it quickly this time, even before he had a chance to get up and follow. She locked the door tightly behind her, resting her weight against it, bitter tears of terrible agony welled up in her eyes and spilling hotly down over her cheeks. She could see the bruises on her body now from where he had held her, see the reddening welts on her swollen breasts where he had sucked so obscenely; she could smell and feel his disgusting male seed as it oozed out of her quivering cunt.
"Hey, baby," he called out from the other side of the door, "come out of there!"
"No! Go away! Please, Carl, go away!"
He beat on the door for a few minutes and then moved away. In a few moments he was back, anger in his voice now. "Hey, bitch, I'm going down and have a few beers with the guys!" he called out arrogantly. "I took that twenty bucks from your purse!"
"No, Carl, that's all the money we've got left until you get your next unemployment check!" she wailed helplessly, knowing that he wouldn't stop drinking until all the money was gone. "Don't take it ... Carl?"
But he was gone.
Lainie slumped to the tiled floor of the bathroom and sat there for a long time. The situation seemed hopeless. And what other horrors did Carl have in store for her when he stumbled back to the small apartment after the bars closed? For a moment she was tempted to pack her suitcase and leave before he returned. But there was nowhere to go. She had no money other than a ten dollar bill she had hidden for emergencies. Her parents were a thousand miles away. Besides, she thought, dejectedly, they warned me about Carl - they're not going to see me coming home with my tail between my legs now!
More depressed than she had ever been in her life, the brutalized young wife took a steaming shower, letting the stinging spray try and wash away her shame and humiliation and hurt. Then she went into the bedroom and changed the sheets on the bed, unable to bear the thought of sleeping on the stained sheets.
It was a long, long time before she finally slept. Her dreams were more like nightmares, with awful, lurid images of Carl beating and abusing her. Then there was a particularly horrifying one with Carl trying to beat down the apartment's door, screaming for her to let him in so that he could ram his huge prick into her mouth.
She awoke with a scream, clutching her night clothes as she heard a pounding from the front room, then a voice, just like in her dream. Shivering with fear, she jumped out of bed and raced toward the door, intending to shove some piece of furniture against it so that he couldn't break it down and get in.
She stopped suddenly in her tracks as she recognized another voice - not that of Carl! A gruff, no-nonsense voice that was ordering her to open the door. Startled and shocked, she crept toward the door.
"Open up in there, this is the police!"
It was all that she could do to keep from fainting. Her mind reeled with awful images of Carl lying dead somewhere, the victim of an auto accident. She forced her hand to unlock the door, then pulled it open, suddenly face-to-face with an unsmiling, older policeman.
"You Mrs. Harper?" the officer asked impatiently.
"Y-y-yes, what's happened to Carl?"
"He's in jail, lady," the cop answered, pushing her aside and coming into the apartment. He left the door open behind him.
"In jail? Why? What did he do?"
"The bas ..." the policeman began, suddenly stopping as he saw the look of horror on the pretty young woman's face. "He was in an accident, but he's okay. The hospital patched him up and we locked him up. He was drunk out of his mind ... he ran into four other cars and tried to beat the shit out of me when I tried to arrest him. I just came over here to try and talk you out of bailing him out tonight. He's mean and ugly, lady, and he ain't in no shape to be out on the street again. I figured, maybe he'd already telephoned you ... we give them one telephone call."
Suddenly Lainie began laughing hysterically, her whole body trembling violently as she fought to control her jerky movements.
"What in the hell's so funny?" the policeman asked, a sour expression on his face.
"W-w-what you said," Lainie stammered, her great sobs echoing around the small room.
"Huh?"
"About getting him out," she cried out, trying to regain control. "I don't want him back! You can keep him as long as you like!"
The policeman looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged.
"Yeh, maybe we'll just do that," he said coldly. "What happened, did that bastard work you over?"
"It's not important," she whispered, wishing the man would leave so she could go back to bed. It felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her soul, and she looked forward to long hours of restful sleep now that she knew Carl couldn't return and hurt her again.
"Okay, I'll split," the policeman said, tempted to try and seduce the gorgeous young wife. No, he thought to himself, I don't want no trouble this close to retirement. "He'll be in court at ten o'clock tomorrow if you change your mind. Personally, I think you're better off without that bastard, lady!"
When he was gone, Lainie went back into the bedroom and got into bed, pulling the covers up over her head, her shoulders still jerking as she thought about Carl. And about what the policeman had said. Maybe I would be better off, she thought, her depression returning. She could go away, get a job and a new start in some other city, make a new life for herself.
The awful memories of her husband's naked lust came back, sweeping over her like a sudden cloud. He had brought it all upon himself, she thought, losing his job, not being able to get another with his rotten attitude toward bosses. It would serve him right if she left him and never returned.
But she knew she wouldn't!
CHAPTER TWO
It took the unsympathetic judge exactly three minutes to dispose of Carl Harper's case the next morning. Carl was bound over for trial on misdemeanor counts of assaulting a police officer, driving under the influence, and destruction of property.
Bail was set at five-thousand dollars.
Lainie got to see her husband for fifteen minutes later that morning. The visiting room of the County Jail was a bleak place, painted a mustard brown, the floors littered with cigarette butts and other debris. Separated from Carl by a wire grill, the tearful young wife cried through most of their short visit.
"You've got to raise the money, baby," Carl pleaded with her, his head throbbing painfully from the beers he had drunk the night before, his face bruised and discolored from the accident. "Please, honey, call your folks ... they'll give you the dough!"
Of all the things in the world that Lainie would do, that wasn't one of them. The embarrassment and groveling she would have to do would be entirely too much for her to take, even if it meant Carl sitting in jail for several weeks. No, she would have to find some other way.
She stopped at a bail bondsman's office near the jail, shocked when the leering man told her that she would have to raise five hundred dollars for him to pick up the rest of the bond; shocked even more when he offered her fifty dollars for a quick blow-job in the back room of his sleazy office.
The situation seemed hopeless to her. There was no way she could raise that much money. Her total fortune consisted of eight dollars and twelve cents, the remains of the ten-dollar bill she had stashed. Trying to raise the money from Carl's friends wasn't worth the effort. All of them were unemployed or working at menial jobs.
The teary-eyed young blonde wife rode the bus back to the apartment, picking up a newspaper at the drugstore, scanning the "help-wanted" ads while she rode. The ads depressed her even more. There were the usual ones for clerical help and waitresses, but Lainie was skilled in neither of these occupations.
She cursed herself for not finishing high school. She had dropped out at seventeen; an indifferent student who preferred to spend her days haunting the museums and art galleries of Chicago. Her parents hadn't objected, since Lainie hadn't been doing well at any rate, thinking that she would marry and settle down soon and start raising grandchildren for them.
They were bitterly disappointed when she met young Carl Harper and announced she was marrying the recently discharged Vietnam veteran. Lainie had seen things in Carl that weren't really there. Her parents hated him on sight, telling the love-struck girl that she could expect nothing from them if she took up with such a "good-for-nothing." True to their word, they hadn't even attended her brief and unromatic marriage ceremony at the city clerk's office in downtown Chicago. Nor had they written or telephoned since Lainie and Carl had moved to down state Illinois.
She and Carl had been together almost five years now - five years of menial work for him and increasing unhappiness for her. He fancied himself a mechanic, but that was far from the truth. And his temper made it impossible to get along with bosses or co-workers. Worse yet, he refused vehemently to let his beautiful young wife get a job or to go back to school.
"You just want to show me how much better than me you are," he complained when she broached the subject. "Shit, baby, I ain't letting anyone say I can't support my wife!"
Arguments had been futile. Carl was terribly sensitive about his lack of education, believing that Lainie would probably run off with the first really intelligent man she met at work or at school. As a consequence, they had nothing - no savings, no possessions, no prospects!
Her mind suddenly realized that she had been staring at the same small advertisement for several minutes. Shaking her head to clear it of the depressing thoughts she had been thinking, she gave her full attention to the ad:
MODELS WANTED
Female, no experience needed
Must be young and attractive.
Good pay, good hours.
APEX MODELING AGENCY.
Suddenly she was full of hope again. Hadn't everyone always told her she should have been a model? And didn't the magazines report that models made a fantastic salary? She couldn't believe her luck. In a few days she could earn enough money for Carl's bail. She got off at the next stop and found a telephone. A bored woman at the agency told her to come in for an interview and to be sure and bring her portfolio. When Lainie told the woman she didn't know what a portfolio was, the woman laughed and told her to come in anyway.
Grabbing another bus, clutching the piece of paper on which she'd written down the address, Lainie rode back toward downtown. Twenty minutes later she was standing in front of the door to the Apex Modeling Agency, shivering with anxiety, certain that she was going to be the most unattractive female who'd ever applied there for a job. The building was old and not well cared for, tenanted mostly by import-export agencies and publishers.
Getting up her nerve, she knocked discreetly on the door and then pushed it open. The offices of the Apex Agency were not at all impressive. The small anteroom contained a tiny receptionist's desk, three uncomfortable chairs, a coffee table and walls that were covered with photographs of smiling, almost-naked models.
Embarrassed at her own stupidity in thinking she could really be a model, Lainie was about to turn and hurry out of the office when the inner door opened and an unsmiling, over-dressed, elderly woman confronted her. The woman's tortuously teased pink hair looked as if it had been varnished, and her obscenely short mini-skirt and tight blouse would have been more appropriate on a female at least forty years younger.
"You here about the job?" the woman asked, opening her mouth and displaying a set of cheap false teeth.
"No-n-no," Lainie stammered. "I mean yes! I telephoned about a half-hour ago."
"You're in luck, girlie," the woman replied, her rheumy eyes sweeping up and down Lainie's magnificent body. "Gus just came in and he can see you right away. He's been over in Cincinnati and Covington lining up jobs for the girls." Her strange eyes seemed to be undressing Lainie, and the young girl blushed prettily. "You wait here, I'll tell 'em he's got an applicant."
The woman disappeared back into the inner office while Lainie waited, torn between the desire to turn and run, and the desperate need for the job. In a few minutes the woman opened the door and indicated that Lainie should enter.
"Hey, you're a real looker, ain't you!" a swarthy-complexioned, heavy-set man said loudly, jumping up from behind his desk and coming forward, his hand outstretched. "I'm Gus Gimbel. Glad to meet you, kid."
There was nothing subtle about Gus Gimbel. His suit looked as if it had come off a rack at the local Salvation Army store, the furnishings of his office not much better. Lainie could see that he was about forty-five, with bad teeth, oily hair, and the scent of unwashed underwear about him. His hand enveloped hers, massaging her fingers lewdly while his gaze gripped hers.
Still holding her hand, Gus Gimbel inspected her closely, starting at the silky blonde hair, running up and down her melon-like breasts, then feasting on her long, perfectly shaped legs.
"Jesus, you ever been a showgirl in Vegas?" he asked finally, reluctantly giving up her hand. "I ain't seen nothing like that body of yours since I was in Vegas last month! Hey, girlie, you and me are going to get along just fine!"
The nervous young wife was still smiling happily at the compliment he had paid her when Gus suddenly grabbed her hand again and pulled her toward a sagging couch along one wall of the office.
"Come on, kiddo, let's sit down and get acquainted, huh?" he said, sitting so close that their knees were pressed together. "Hey, how about a drink? No? Well I don't think I want one either. I was shooting craps and boozing it up at a place in Covington last night. Jeeze, I lost a bundle! And you wouldn't believe the hangover I got!"
He seemed suddenly to notice the wedding ring on her hand.
"Hey, are you married?"
Lainie nodded, then told Gus Gimbel about Carl being in jail and her immediate need for money. He seemed a little put off by the news, but finally shrugged.
"Okay, that's your business, kiddo. I just don't want no jealous husbands bugging me. You need five hundred for the bail, huh? Well, I think a looker like you ought to be able to make that much in a week. How does that sound?"
"Gosh, Mr. Gimbel," Lainie said happily, breathing a sigh of relief, "that would certainly solve my problems immediately. Could I go right to work?"
"Shit, yes!" he said expansively, patting her knee with one meaty hand. "And you don't have to worry about me playing any games with you ... no matter how gorgeous you are! Sadie out there" ... he pointed to the outer office, "... she's my old lady. She set me up in this business. You ever near of her? Sadie Houseman?"
"N-no, I don't think so," Lainie replied, thinking about the obvious differences in their ages. Sadie was at least twenty years older than Gus Gimbel.
"That's funny," he said. "Sadie had a place up in Calumet City for years. Best damned place in the midwest ... really prime stuff, know what I mean? Anyway, me and Sadie got married a couple of years back and she put up the money for the Agency. But she don't go for me playing around, you understand? At least not here. I get my jollies in Vegas or Jersey. Besides, Sadie is one real woman! She may not look it now, of course, but she still knows how to use the old equipment!"
"About the job?" Lainie prompted, a little confused now.
"Oh, yeh," he replied. "Okay, here's the deal. We work on a sixty-forty basis ... I get sixty percent and pay all the bills, including any busts. I change the girls around every two weeks ... first Louisville, then Covington, then Cincinnati. You work out of motels ... really fancy dumps. The only thing I require is no heavy boozing, no drugs of any kind, and no sex with the other girls on my time. You got any problems with those rules?"
Lainie was beginning to blush furiously. She was naive, but not that naive! Very carefully she picked up his hand from her knee and dropped it back in his lap. Then, standing up, she looked down at him with anger in her eyes.
"Just what kind of work is this?" she asked quietly, cursing herself for being so stupid.
"Huh?" Gus asked, genuinely puzzled. "You mean you don't know? Shit, honey, I run the best stable of hustlers in the tri-state area! Hey, you're no goddamned hooker, are you? Jesus H. Christ! I thought Sadie told you!"
"And you're offering me a job as a ... a ... a ... prostitute?" Lainie was almost hysterical now. Her hands were trembling violently, her face contorted with incredulity.
"Hey, kiddo, no hard feelings, huh?" Gus said nervously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills, peeling off two twenties. When he got to his feet he stuffed the bills into her hand. "Here, take this, honey. Just forget you ever been here or that we even talked, huh? Go on, take it! Sadie!" he suddenly screamed at the top of his voice. "For chrissakes get in here!"
The door to the outer office opened just as Lainie reached it, tears already spilling down over her cheeks. The startled Sadie stood aside to let Lainie pass, watching the younger woman race across the office and out the front door.
"You stupid cunt!" Gus Gimbel screamed at his wife. "You goddamned stupid cunt."
* * *
Lainie walked back to her apartment from downtown, her eyes still full of bitter tears, her body still shaking with fury. It seemed incredible that the interview with Gus Gimbel could really have taken place, that the man really thought she was a whore! If it hadn't been for the two twenties clutched tightly in her fingers, Lainie would have sworn she had been having a delusion.
For a moment she was tempted to throw the money away, but she reconsidered, remembering the state of her finances. The forty dollars represented a temporary respite for her, a means of eating for another week or so, perhaps even the means of getting a job, since there was bus fare and lunches to be considered. No, she ordered herself, keep the money. Sometime in the future, when she was back on her feet, she could send the money back to the disgusting pimp and his wife, but for now she would use it willingly.
She locked the door to her small apartment behind her, then went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothing and took a long bath. Everything seemed more depressing than ever now, with no way out. If she did find a job, it would be at a low wage, barely enough for her to exist on, let alone raising five hundred for Carl's bail. She considered calling her parents and asking for the money, then rejected that avenue of escape. Things would have to get a great deal worse before she would do that!
After an hour or so in the tub she found herself ravenously hungry. She dried herself, slipped on a housecoat, and went silently into the kitchen to heat up the remains of last night's tuna casserole. When she had eaten, she moved about the small apartment like a zombie, completely depressed, full of frustration, hating the whole world. She knew she would have to fill the lonely hours somehow, to put her mind to work on finding a solution to her problems. Tomorrow, first thing, she would go out and get the morning papers and pick out the most promising want ads. She could get a job, she told herself sternly, she had to get a job!
Lainie idly switched on the television without really seeing the program that came on, then picked up a magazine and leafed through the pages and tried to concentrate on a story.
It was no use, she couldn't concern herself with the glossy pages full of ads for expensive dresses and furniture. Maybe a cup of coffee, she thought to herself, going into the kitchen and putting on the water. When it was done she carried the steaming cup back into the living room and stood by the front window. Across the courtyard she could see lights on in the apartment of Hank Groggins, the apartment manager. The courtyard was really only a walkway about fifteen feet across, close enough for her to be able to see into the Groggins apartment, and more importantly at this moment, for the middle-aged man to be able to see into hers!
Lainie had no idea that he was watching her now as she sipped her coffee and walked slowly back and forth in her front room. And she wasn't aware that the light behind her caught the thinness of the sheer material of her nightgown, and that her voluptuous young body was sensuously outlined against the swaying nylon folds.
The taut, nervous muscles of her body seemed to ripple excitingly as she walked back and forth, her mind racing with plans of getting a job the next day.
"Hot damn!" Hank Groggins muttered as he lewdly watched Lainie. This wasn't the first time he had surreptitiously ogled the beautiful tenant, and once he had even accidentally bumped into her in the hallway, almost out of desire for the feel of her soft young body. Tonight he was getting an exciting view of her full, firm curves as she paraded around the apartment. It was almost as if she were exposing herself this way just for him. He could feel his cock beginning to bulge, fully erect against the zipper of his trousers, his breathing now heavy with lust.
All afternoon he had been planning his confrontation with the luscious young wife. Last night he had been awakened by the policeman and told the story of Carl Harper's arrest. That alone was almost enough to drive him to Lainie's apartment to try his luck with the girl. But, even luckier, the rent check had been returned in today's mail - the check that Carl had given him just three days before - the one that was now marked insufficient funds! It seemed unlikely to Hank Groggins that, with Carl in jail, Lainie would be able to come up with the money. He had often exchanged rent for cunt, but never with anyone as gorgeous and sexy as Lainie Harper.
He put the check in his shirt pocket, then went back to the window. Lainie was slumped carelessly in a chair in front of the TV, and her nightgown rode up further on her legs, revealing the soft, white flesh of her thighs. She swung her legs over the arm of the chair and settled back into a more comfortable position - one that was even more revealing to Hank Groggins. Her legs were long and slim, exquisitely formed with just enough plumpness in the thighs to give her hips a full, round curve. And her breasts jutted out against the flimsy nylon of her nightgown like twin peaks, proud and firm, her nipples taut from the soft, constant contact of the material.
Lainie was restless and kept changing her angle in the chair, giving Hank Groggins a better view of her sensual curves as she moved and wiggled in an effort to get comfortable. His eyes were fixed on the full white mounds of her breasts as she moved and turned, causing them to quiver freely as though they were not really attached to her body. He desperately wanted to feel the weight of her swollen breasts in his hands, to crush them unmercifully and then suck hungrily on the swollen nipples. He was getting more and more excited, his hand falling to his crotch and rubbing vigorously at the protruding bulge beneath the material. His prick was stiff and throbbing, jerking involuntarily, hot and demanding now. And, as he continued to watch the desire-increasing display of her succulent body, he was almost convinced that she had sent him silent little signals with her eyes and body-that she wanted him to come over and satisfy her pussy!
He patted the bad check in his pocket, moving back away from the window and trying to compose himself. He knew that she wouldn't let him into her apartment if she noticed the hard male rod jutting out from his trousers, so he put on a long sweater to cover the swollen bulge. Then, his mind reeling with erotic fantasies, he went downstairs, crossed the courtyard, and slowly walked up the stairway to her door and rang her bell.
W-w-who is it?" Lainie's nervous voice called out from the other side of the door.
"It's Mr. Groggins ... Hank Groggins," he answered quickly.
When she opened the door a moment later he stepped quickly into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation, his eyes running up and down over every inch of her body as if trying to imagine the naked flesh beneath the sheer robe which she now clutched tightly around her.
"What is it?" she asked, acutely aware of the way he was lewdly staring at her.
"A little matter of a bad check your old man gave me for the rent," Hank said in a hoarse, lust-charge voice, reaching into his pocket and handing her the check.
Lainie took it nervously, her hands trembling as she read the rubber-stamped notation on the back. Suddenly she wanted to cry again. It was obvious to her that Carl had used the remaining money in their checking account for drinking and carousing instead of paying the rent. She was shocked - shocked and dismayed.
"It's some sort of mistake," she lied, hating her husband for subjecting her to this latest indignity and embarrassment. "The bank's made some sort of mistake."
Hank retrieved the check and put it back into his shirt pocket before answering. "No, it ain't no mistake," he said finally. "I telephoned them after I got this back in the mail. Your old man closed out the account last week. The guy at the bank said they'd received three other bum checks he'd written since then. You know what that is, Mrs. Harper? It's a felony in this state, that's what!"
"No! They're lying!" Lainie cried out, knowing in her heart that Carl had let her down again. Oh God! She thought bitterly, it isn't fair!
"Yeh, well I need the money, Mrs. Harper," Hank went on, his voice cold, his eyes calculating, his prick achingly pulsating under his trousers. "Somebody's got to come up with the hundred and forty bucks! Where's your old man?"
"He's, uh, he's ... he's away on a business trip," Lainie stammered, overwhelmed with depression now.
"Oh, yeh? Well, I happen to know that he's sitting down at the County Jail! Apparently you couldn't even raise money for his bail, honey. He'll never get out when I go to the prosecutor with this bad check!"
"No, you wouldn't!" Lainie pleaded. "You couldn't!"
"Couldn't I?" he asked, sitting down arrogantly on the couch and looking up at her with lust written all over his ugly face. "Well, unless we can come to some arrangement about paying off this bad check, that's exactly what I'll do!"
"What kind of arrangement?" she asked, a cold shiver suddenly running up and down her spine.
"Let's have a drink and talk about it," he said smugly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. His expression changed to one of sympathy for her. "Hey, let's be friends, huh? I don't want to cause no trouble for you, Mrs. Harper. Shit, I know how tough it is for a girl to be in a spot like this. It ain't the first time it's happened to one of my tenants, believe me. And we usually managed to work something out ... something that made us both happy!"
The implication in his voice was clear. She knew exactly what the repulsive man had in mind and, although she found the idea completely horrifying and loathe some, she wasn't sure what alternative she had. Maybe she could talk him out of it, she thought irrationally, maybe if I can string him along until I get a job I won't have to let his filthy hands paw me. She wanted to scream at the awful injustice of her situation, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Somehow she had to keep him from going to the prosecutor about the bad check - to buy a little time for her to think.
"How about that drink?" he promoted, enjoying the obvious confusion on her lovely face.
"I-I don't have anything except some cheap wine," she muttered, trying to avoid his insinuating eyes. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to sit here and drink wine with Hank Groggins, but what choice did she have?"
"Hey, that'll be just fine," he laughed triumphantly. "You just sit still, I'll go get it. It's in the kitchen, huh?"
He scurried, weasel-like, across the room and into the small kitchen. In a few moments he was back with the half-gallon jug and two tumblers. He poured out two drinks, handing her one, keeping the other.
"Here's to us," he said, raising his glass and touching hers. "I want us to be real good friends." His voice had an ugly, lecherous tone that made her want to throw up. But she took a sip of the wine and settled back nervously on the couch.
"Look, honey, let's be practical," he continued. "You and your old man are in a heap of trouble the way I see it. You owe me money, your old man's in serious trouble and in jail and then there's the little matter of the bum check he passed me. Now the way I see it, I got something coming to me ... for my trouble, right?"
"I'll pay you," Lainie pleaded piteously, "I'll pay you every cent!"
"Sure you will," he said sarcastically, letting his eyes move down to state at her legs which were revealed to a spot just above the knee. "But maybe you wouldn't have to do that. Maybe we could figure out a way to write off this month's rent and save me a trip to the prosecutor's office. How would that be?"
She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs, and she quickly tried to cover herself. His hand caught her wrist.
"Jesus, you've got great legs, honey," he wheezed.
Suddenly she knew with a dreadful clarity that she could save herself and Carl a great deal of trouble. All she had to do was to let the horny building manager get a free look at her, maybe even to let him paw her, and then she could relax for a few more days without worrying about new charges against Carl.
Still, what he was asking was wrong, terribly wrong. He was treating her like a slut - arrogantly bargaining for her body, making her feel like a whore! She wanted to scream out that she wasn't like that at all - that she was fine and decent, that she had never cheated on her husband since their marriage.
She put her glass on the table and, as she leaned forward, Hank Groggins had a full view of her soft breasts as they pushed the thin material of her nightgown away from her body. He drew in a sharp breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly upward.
"Look, Mrs. Harper," Hank said nervously, clearing his throat, his hard cock pulsating wildly now with lust, "why don't you let me be your friend, huh? I mean, a gal like you needs somebody to look after her ... what with your old man in jail and all. Here, have another drink."
She didn't want any more of the wine, but she didn't protest when he poured her another tumbler full and shoved it into her trembling hands. The wine went down smoothly, and she was amazed to feel herself relaxing. Maybe he was just trying to be helpful, she thought charitably,
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she murmured in an emotion-choked voice. "It seems like one huge nightmare. I don't know where to go to find a job, or how to raise the money for Carl's bail, or anything ..."
Her thoughts were jumbled and she wasn't sure whether it was because of the wine or because events were happening so fast she couldn't help but be confused.
"Hey, don't worry, we'll work it out," he wheezed, his face a mask of obscene lust. "Hank Groggins is your friend, little lady, you just remember that!"
She relaxed against the back of the couch, causing her robe to fall open, leaving a wide gap, revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs, aware that he was staring at every inch of her flesh, but unable to think straight. Let him get his kicks, she thought bitterly, then maybe he'll leave me alone. Her face was burning with embarrassment and shame at letting a man besides her husband see her so vulnerable, but she knew how precarious her position was.
He reached down and patted her knee with his hand, and the touch made her skin crawl, but she did nothing to stop him.
"Yeh, a pretty little thing like you probably gets pretty lonely without a man around. I know how you sexy broads are, believe. I'll be glad to help you out."
Help me out! She thought, almost laughing hysterically at the obscene words. He was making her sound like a bitch in heat. He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them. His breathing was coming faster and faster as he leaned over for a closer look at her creamy flesh. She glanced up, blushing furiously as their eyes met.
"No, please ..." she stammered, trying to push his hand away, desperately trying to pull her robe together with the other hand. But his hands held her tightly. "Please, Mr. Groggins, I'm a married woman ... don't ... don't ..."
In the depths of the alcohol-dimmed mind she was trying to tell herself that he only wanted a quick feel of her luscious flesh, that to fight him now would only make things worse for her and Carl. His fingers were moving slowly up over her soft, smooth thighs, increasing the pressure with every inch until they closed around the naked inner thing. She gasped, trying to force his hand down further, but he held on as if for dear life itself, spittle oozing obscenely out of the corners of his mouth.
Oh God! she thought to herself, what am I going to do? I can't let this happen! I can't let this dirty old man do this to me! Her mind was racing with ways to stop him, but her young body was helpless, cruelly trapped by his strong, unyielding grasp.
"Please, you've got to go now," she begged, imploring him to stop, but he just stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust, his breathing even faster now.
"Just take it easy, honey," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I know how to treat a lady like you. Let me feel your pussy ... oh, Jesus, I'm going to blow my wad in my pants!"
The wine was making her head spin, and she didn't have the physical strength to fight him off, so she tried to relax her body and prayed that he would be satisfied with just touching her for a moment. Every obscene word of his was like a stinging slap across the face for her, but she had to endure it for Carl.
His hand traveled rapidly up her leg until he could feel the soft down, of her pubic hair. Then, brushing away the flimsy material of her nightgown in order to give him freer access to her naked loins, his frantic fingers slid into the heated crevice between her legs.
Lainie jerked desperately in a futile effort to get away, but his fingers slipped between her velvety pussy lips and touched the tiny bud of her clitoris, pinching at the bundle of nerve endings and making her cry out in shame and agony.
"Oooooohhhh, noooo, please ... don't do that!" she whimpered, knowing that if she didn't stop him now, she would be lost to his naked lusts.
"Shut up, bitch!" he spat out at her, all the feigned sympathy now gone from his face as his passions rose like a blinding storm. "You just keep your mouth shut or, by God, I'll see to it that your old man is in prison for years!"
She recoiled, hating him, loathing the obscene thing he was doing to her with his fingers, praying desperately that he would stop before it was too late. She could see his cock bulging and jerking against the cloth of his trousers, pulsating with an obscene lust. Then his hand was fumbling with his zipper, and she just sat and stared at him, unable to move while his hands were busy, one kneading and pinching at the sensitive opening of her cunt, the other frantically trying to pull out the repulsive rod of male meat.
"NOOOOO! NOOOO!" she shrieked as he inserted another finger up inside her quivering pussy and ground them around and around cruelly, the nails scraping along the tender flesh, searching for the clenching opening that led up into her vaginal depths.
"SHUT UP, DAMN YOU, SHUT UP!" he hissed, spittle flying out of his mouth and landing on her face. "I mean it, you little bitch! By God, I'm going to get some pussy for the rent money you cheated me out of!"
He was mauling at her like a wild bear mauls its victim, a strange, lustful smile on his ugly face. He had managed to shove her sideways on the couch so that his body was half over hers, his cock pulsing against the soft white skin of her thighs. And his fingers wormed insistently into her cunt until she thought she would be split apart. The walls of her pussy were crying out for relief from the savage mauling and the depravity of his persistent lust. She was completely helpless, her throbbing loins pinioned by his hands and her whole body ached from his depraved attack. She tried to reach up to scratch his face and push him away, but his desire-inflamed strength was too great for her, and his weight crushed her down against the pillows of the couch.
His passion mounted rapidly, he worked his heavy body up over hers, and she could feel his thick rod jerking frantically against her cringing thighs as it wormed its way closer and closer to the furiously twisting opening of her cunt.
"No, please, please, don't do this to me," she wailed, bitter, salty tears pouring down over her cheeks and neck. I can't bear it, she thought, not this, too! her whole body was shaking violently from the frenzied assault on her genitals, and her belly was aching from the fingers that continued their cruel assault up inside her burning depths.
She felt herself being shoved, probed and pushed until she was helplessly stretched out full length on the couch and was staring in wide-eyed terror at the ceiling. Her thin robe was being torn from her body as though it were made of paper, and his cruel fingernails raked over her skin like animal claws as he struggled out of his trousers and shorts.
Suddenly his throbbing prick stood out like a gigantic pole. Then, as Lainie screamed against his flesh, she felt his rock-hard cock pushing into the soft fleshiness of her inner thighs as he dropped down on her and pushed deeper into her with his fingers, wiggling them unmercifully, holding her in this degrading position for what seemed like an eternity. No matter how she twisted and turned beneath him he did not relent. She was not totally impaled by this awful, sweating, pig of a man.
The weight of his body was crushing her and he moved back and forth on her naked flesh, squashing her full, rounded melons until they ached with misery. And his hand ran freely up and down her body, feeling and kneading the soft, smooth curves of her torso until he roughly grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it with all of his might.
"AAAARRRGGHHH!" she yelped, knowing in her heart that her cries of agonized protest were only making him even more aroused. He held his mouth downward while his body held her pinned to the couch, then his tongue traced a wet, noisy pattern down her throat and over the curve of her neck to her breasts, flicking at the tender, aching nipples, sucking On them like a nursing baby, hurting her, enjoying every moment of the obscene pain and humiliation he was subjecting her to.
"EEEEKKK! It hurts ... it hurts meee!" she squealed, half out of her mind from her awful pain and humiliation.
"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Go on, yell if you like! The more they scream and fight me the more I love it!"
She wished she could lose consciousness from the pain and horror of what was happening, but each time he bit or scratched at her vulnerable, weak body a new wave of reality raced through her and she was cruelly reminded of what this lecherous man was doing to her.
She could now feel the whole horrible length of his cock jerking, pulsing against the softness of her cunt as he manipulated her body to an angle so that he could enter her. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy in a quick, painful movement, scraping the walls of her vagina heedlessly, grabbing the throbbing length of his own cock and aiming it for the tiny, clenched slit nestled between her thighs. She stared as if hypnotized, her eyes unable to pull away from the gigantic rod, certain that he would tear her apart with its massive length and girth. Just the thought of the huge pole of male meat caused her to feel faint.
Hank Groggins saw her staring at his huge, throbbing cock as he held it in his hands, and he smiled at her expression of horror.
"I'll bet your old man ain't got nothing this big," he laughed sadistically, his crooked teeth showing.
He moved slowly toward her, watching the fearful apprehension on her lovely face as he proved her tight, vulnerable slit with the monstrous head of his cock, letting it move into her, tearing her flesh with each cruel thrust as she cried out in mortal pain.
"No ... it's too big ... it won't fit ... NOOO!" she groaned between whimpering gasps, feeling each thrust of his horribly large cock.
He laughed at her, shoving further up into the velvety tightness, his grin broadening as he suddenly lurched forward with his hips and buried his shaft deep up in her already tortured belly with all of his brute strength, making her explode a shattering scream of pain.
"AAAAIIIEEE!" she groaned as she felt the throbbing head of his pulsating cock ram deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. Her inflamed pussy contracted around the monstrous rod, and her own juices began to flow defensively, lubricating her so that she wouldn't injure the sensitive tissue there. His hands were busily mauling at her soft, round breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples into hard, painful erectness as she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth from the pain and degradation she felt.
She twisted in fear under his weight, but he didn't let up his constant hammering of her cunt. She was helplessly impaled by the monstrous prick that slammed in and out in an endless and soul-shattering series of brutal strokes. Every nerve in her pain was on fire, drenched with liquid flames of agony that threatened to destroy her sanity. She hated him, hated her own lovely body, hated the exquisite little cunt down between her legs that had been the cause of so much of her unhappiness!
Hank Groggins was like a wild beast, his glistening prick moved in and out rhythmically, his hips powerfully skewering with each piston-like stroke far up inside her quaking belly. The clenching walls of her aching cunt were massaging his rod like a thousand tiny fingers, filling him with a sweet ecstasy, making him delirious with lust.
He had finally managed to get his swollen cock into the beautiful tenant and this wasn't going to be the last time! he thought smugly. Oh, no, she was his now, for as long as he wanted! She'd never be able to raise the rent money, nor would he give up the hold he had over the pretty female. This was better cunt than he had ever had in his life - prime, tight pussy!
The only thing that bothered him was that she wasn't responding as he had hoped. In his lecherous mind he had imagined she would turn into a raging nymphomaniac once she tasted his huge cock. Instead, she was crying and moaning like a frigid bitch.
"Oh God, don't, it hurts me ... it hurts me ..." she whined piteously, her body gasping for air as he sank his hardened shaft of flesh far up into her cringing cunt for the hundredth time and filled her with new agony.
You'll get used to it, baby, he thought silently, looking down at her pain-contorted face rolling back and forth on the couch. Her long hair was matted around her head, damp with the tears that still flowed from her hate-filled eyes.
Grunting again, Hank reached down under her body and grasped one of the melon-shaped buttocks in each hand, pulling her slickened cunt up cruelly against his own hard pubic bone, grinding his wiry pubic hair against her soft silk, gloating with triumph now, reveling in the feel of the tight, damp sheath enveloping his throbbing boner.
Holding her like this, he began to batter her pussy without mercy, hearing the exciting squish of her flesh pressing against his, feeling the lubricating juices flowing out over his thickened cock, aware of the building ache in his madly swinging balls as he battered her pussy without tenderness or sympathy. She was a goddamned cunt, he thought sadistically, just a two-bit whore with a furry little mouth between her legs, just like every other cunt in the building - in the world! Maybe he wasn't the world's handsomest male - maybe he was overweight and middle-aged! By God, he had something that most men didn't - the ability to blackmail his female tenants economically! And they were going to do any damned thing he wanted!
He could feel his passion at the boiling point now, and he knew his prick would be exploding inside her hotly drenched cunt at any moment. He slowed his slow, powerful thrusts in an effort to prolong the delicious sensation of his young, helpless tenant writhing in terror under him.
No more, no more! her mind screamed in agony as she felt him skewering her cunt with his gigantic rod. Her body burned with embarrassment at the terrible thought of what was happening. Hank Groggins was raping her, using her body as any vicious rapist uses his victim's unwilling flesh. How could she have been so naive to think that he would stop with just a lewd look and a quick feel of her legs? And how could she have been so stupid as to let the lecherous man into the house?
"Don't worry, baby," he chuckled sadistically. "You'll get to love it ... just like all the other cunts do! Before you know it, you'll be begging me for cock! Oh, man, this tight pussy is beautiful ... just fucking beautiful!"
A hot, searing flame of agony burst through her body as he pounded her again and again, driving the breath from her, making her nipples scream out for mercy from the wiry chest-hairs that were scraping and rubbing them raw. But Hank Groggins didn't relent for a moment. Instead, overwhelmed by his own obscene desire, he quickened his strokes, knowing that his climax was only moments away. The pressure was building in his heavy balls that slapped cruelly against Lainie's upturned ass and thighs, and his prick seemed to grow larger and larger now.
"Here it comes, bitch," he said thickly, grunting with lust, "... here it comes!"
With several hip-thrusting stabs, he began emptying himself deep inside her, his hot sperm splashing around in her battered cunt and filling her with shock and disgust. On and on it went, each cruel stab sending more and more of the sticky male juice far up inside her belly, bringing new grunts of obscene joy to his thick lips.
Lainie lay under his heavy weight and suffered the tortures of the damned, feeling herself dirtied beyond belief by the savage man's loathsome male fluids. Her body trembled violently as he slowed his movements, then lay heavily against her body, his passions subsiding at last. Shame and degradation made her flesh burn, and her ravaged cunt felt as if a battering ram had been cruelly thrusting in and out of her belly.
"Jesus, that was great, honey," he sighed at last, rolling off her and resting his legs on the floor while he stared down at her limp and helpless body.
Lainie didn't have the strength to pull her thighs together, and Hank's eager eyes devoured the gaping wetness of her aching cuntal flesh, reddened and oozing his sticky juices out onto her bruised thighs. Her own eyes were closed tightly, but she could sense the way he was staring down at her pussy, making her even more ashamed and embarrassed.
She flinched when she felt his hand come down to rest between her legs, his hands sluicing around in the velvety dampness of her forever-stretched cuntal lips.
"No ... haven't you done enough all ready?" she snarled at him, opening her eyes and staring up at the fat-faced man. "What more do you want from me?"
He laughed sadistically.
"Lots more, honey ... lots more!"
"Get out and leave me alone," she whimpered, all the fight gone from her. "Just leave me alone!"
"Sure, baby," he sighed, getting up and slipping into his shorts. His limp prick lay glistening against his hairy thigh, the thickly blue-tinged veins bulging in relief against the massive shaft.
The depressed young wife watched him dress, then closed her eyes and tried to calm the rage she felt toward the man. He was an animal - a wild beast of prey! Unfortunately for her, she was as helpless as a wounded animal waiting to be slaughtered. She was still lying on the couch with her eyes closed -when she heard him slip out the front door. Only then did she get wearily to her feet and put on her ripped nightgown. Holding it tightly around her shivering, abused body, she went slowly to the door and locked it.
Then, as weary as she had ever been in her life, she went into the bedroom and slipped into bed, praying that sleep would come before her tortured thoughts drove her out of her mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Jimmy O'Brien was waiting for Lainie the next day when she came back from visiting Carl. The tall, muscular man lounged arrogantly in the doorway of her apartment, a self-assured smile on his handsome face.
"Hi, Lainie," he said, holding out his hand to her. "I've been waiting for you."
The dejected young wife nodded, pulling back her hand after a few moments caressing by Jimmy's strong fingers. She had never liked Jimmy O'Brien, although she really had no reason to dislike him. But there was something crude about the man, something that made her shiver uncomfortably when he stared at her with his insinuating eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked, holding her door key in her hand, not wanting to have to invite him inside the small apartment.
"Hey, is that any way to treat a friend?" he asked in reply, grinning again. "I want to know how Carl is, that's all. All the guys are concerned about him. Hey, can't we go inside and talk?"
She shrugged her shoulders and unlocked the door. What the hell, she thought to herself, at least Hank Groggins can't bother me again while Jimmy is here.
They went inside and Jimmy immediately closed the door behind them. He was dressed in the uniform he wore at work, a pair of grey trousers and matching shirt, with the colorful insignia of the oil company he leased the station from embroidered on the shirt pocket above his name. At six-feet three, the twenty-nine-year-old man towered above Lainie and made her feel tiny. And there was no denying that most women found Jimmy extremely attractive, with flashing white teeth, dark masses of curly hair, and an easy-going manner that she, herself, found insolent.
"You got anything to drink?" he asked, eyeing the empty half-gallon jug of wine on the coffee table, and the two empty glasses she had neglected to take into the kitchen last night.
"No," she replied, shaking her head impatiently. "Look, Jimmy, I'm very busy. What exactly did you want to know about Carl?"
"Oh, you know, how he is ... when he's getting out ... that sort of thing?" Jimmy said slowly, an expression of concern on his face. "And what we can do to help you," he added quickly.
"Help me?" she asked sarcastically. "Haven't you and that bunch of 'friends' down at the Four Aces done enough already? If all of you had just let Carl alone ... hadn't encouraged him to spend what little money we had and all of this time down there drinking with you, none of this would have happened!"
"Carl's a grown man," Jimmy O'Brien said with that same smirking expression on his face. "He knew what he was doing. Besides, you can't blame me. I was going to put him to work at the gas station today."
Suddenly the unhappy young wife felt old and defeated. Bitter tears sprang up to her eyes and flooded down over her cheeks as her shoulders began to quiver and tremble. If Carl had only not raced out of the house and gotten drunk that night, he would be working today. And, even more importantly, Lainie wouldn't have been raped last night by the lecherous apartment manager. It all seemed so terribly unfair. Now she was alone and helpless, without a job, with no way to fight off Hank Groggins or to save what was left of her morality and decency.
"Hey, honey, don't cry," Jimmy O'Brien said soothingly, gathering up the near-hysterical young wife in his arms and patting her back as he fought to calm her. "Come on, Lainie, it isn't as bad as that. We'll figure out a way to get Carl out of jail and back to work, you'll see."
"And can you figure out some way to blot out what happened last night?" she asked sarcastically, pushing him away. It was the hardest thing she had done in months. At that moment she desperately needed a strong man's arms around her, comforting her, telling her that everything was going to be all right.
He looked at her with a puzzled frown on his handsome face. "What did happen last night?" he asked.
Lainie hadn't intended to tell anyone of her shame and degradation, especially not Jimmy O'Brien. But suddenly the words just tumbled out, her voice rising as she recounted the way Hank Groggins had come to her door and threatened to go to the prosecutor with the bad check Carl had written for the rent. Then how the ugly, middle-aged man had forced the wine on her and then pawed her naked flesh with his disgusting hands. She held back nothing - not the way Hank had ripped her nightgown off, not the horrible degradation of his savage cock ripping into her bruised and aching pussy! When she was finished with the sorry, lurid story, Jimmy O'Brien looked at her with an expression of rage on his face.
"The dirty son-of-a-bitch!" he exploded. "Did he give you back the check?
"N-n-no," Lainie stammered, suddenly frightened at what Jimmy O'Brien might do to Hank Groggins.
"You just wait here, honey," Jimmy said coldly, clenching and unclenching his fists. "I'll take care of everything!"
"Please, I don't want any more trouble," she pleaded, trying to grab his arm and hold him in the apartment until he cooled off. The last thing she needed now was more problems.
"Don't worry, I'll fix things," he repeated, shaking off her hand. He went toward the door, turning at the last minute to smile crookedly at her. "Carl took care of me in Vietnam, Lainie ... plenty of times! It's the least I can do for him now."
"Oh God, what have I done?" the terrified young wife said aloud as she watched him go out the door and slam it behind him. She knew from her husband's stories about Jimmy O'Brien that the handsome gas station owner had an uncontrollable temper, that he was capable of killing when aroused. There was no sympathy in her for Hank Groggins - he surely deserved some awful retribution for what he had done to her. But she was fearful that Jimmy would only exacerbate an already dangerous situation for Carl by confronting the lecherous rapist.
She was still standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands when Jimmy came back fifteen minutes later. He was smiling triumphantly, holding out two slips of paper to her.
"W-w-what happened?" she whispered, dreading the answer.
"Nothing very much," Jimmy grinned. "Mr. Groggins returned the bad check with his apologies. He said it was all a terrible mistake. He also gave me this for you. It's a receipt for two months rent! Starting last Wednesday!"
"You didn't hurt him, did you?"
"Oh, I punched him a couple of times," Jimmy replied, rubbing his scraped knuckles. "But, don't worry, he's never going to bother you again. And some dark night the rotten motherfucker is going to get his lumps, I promise you that! Now how about that drink?"
"We don't have anything," Lainie said helplessly, a great burden suddenly lifted off her shoulders. If Jimmy O'Brien said that everything was all right, it was, and Hank Groggins could take his chances with the vengeful man. He deserved whatever he got.
"Come on, then, let's go out and get something to eat and a drink," Jimmy said. "I want to hear all about Carl. We'll figure something out, baby, you'll see!"
Jimmy chose a tavern other than the Four Aces. He ordered a large lunch and drinks for both of them, and then went to telephone the gas station and tell them he wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
He was bubbling over with enthusiasm now, telling the depressed young wife that he needed a part-time bookkeeper cashier at the service station and that the job was hers if she wanted it. Lainie protested that she knew nothing about accounting, but Jimmy waved aside her objections, telling her that he would teach her everything she needed to know. He was on his fifth beer now, and his speech was starting to get a little slurred.
By the time the lunch crowd had gone back to work, Lainie was feeling more than a little tipsy from the excitement of the morning, and from the four gin and tonics she had drunk. It seemed strange to her that she could be sitting in this little side street bar and feeling no pain after everything that had happened to her. She had always hated places like this, refusing to join Carl when he wanted to spend the evenings drinking and bullshitting with friends in similar bars.
Now it seemed perfectly natural that she and Jimmy should be here, talking suddenly like old friends, making plans for her new job and trying to figure out some way to raise the five hundred for Carl's bail. She wondered how she could have been so wrong about Jimmy. He was easygoing and charming, making her laugh when she felt down in the dumps, relieving her of all of her worries, making her feel like a whole person again.
One of the drunks at the bar put money into the jukebox and a twangy hillbilly song filled the tavern. Suddenly Jimmy smiled drunkenly and finished his drink.
"Let's dance, huh?"
"No, I don't really feel like it, Jimmy," Lainie answered, wondering what time it was. "I should be getting home in case ..." Her voice trailed off. She had been about to say in case Carl got home early. But he wasn't coming home tonight, she realized bitterly. He wasn't coming home for a long time. She wanted to cry again.
Jimmy stood up and put his strong hand on her shoulder. The beautiful young wife stiffened and tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into her flesh and held her, not brutally or painfully, just tightly enough to make it difficult for her to refuse him. Reluctantly she took a last sip of her drink, then rose and let him lead her to the small space at the back of the tavern where the dance floor was. He gave a slight, mocking bow and took her into his arms, beginning pull her around the floor to the shuffling rhythm of the hillbilly song.
At first Lainie tried to hold her body back, but his hands were pulling her closer to him, and resistance seemed too much trouble. After all, she thought through her alcoholic haze, this was all innocent enough, even if the close contact of their bodies was somewhat erotic. After a moment she completely surrendered, letting him squeeze her tightly, mashing her tender breasts, his thighs brushing against hers. Through his trousers she could sense the stirring hardness of his prick, like a snake uncoiling as it inched its way upward along her stomach, swelling until it was an enormous hard pole. She tried to move away again, but he still held her tightly in his grasp, refusing to let go of her.
They danced in silence, her mind reeling with horrible memories of Hank Groggins and what he had done to her lush young body. She wondered if every man in the world had only one thing in mind - to get into the damp, sticky slit between her legs? First it had been Carl. His lovemaking was brutal and without tenderness. Then it had been Hank Groggins, a lecherous old man who had given her only pain and mental anguish. Somehow, in her drunken state, she wanted Jimmy O'Brien to be different: She wanted him to respect her as a woman; a feeling, sensitive female who had needs of her own. Thus far today he had shown her how strong and masterful he could be with Hank Groggins - had, in fact, saved her from further torture at the hands of that ugly, middle-aged rapist.
She gasped silently when she felt Jimmy's hand inching down her back, brushing lightly over the soft swell of her inviting buttocks, kneading them sensuously.
"No, Jimmy, please, don't ..." she murmured, feeling a strange warmth stirring in her loins, a totally new sensation for her.
"I'm just trying to be friendly," he whispered, patting her on the buttock with his hand, then letting it come to rest even lower where the cleft began down into her trembling thighs. "I wouldn't hurt you, Lainie, he said in a softly sensuous voice that sent shivers up and down her spine. "You believe me, don't you?"
Lainie didn't know what to believe. The song had stopped now, but he still held her close to his hard male body, running his hand lightly along her spine, causing funny little chills to flow through her body. It felt incredibly good to know that Jimmy could take care of everything, but there was a lingering doubt in her mind about his motives. Probably he was just like the rest, wanting to seduce her, wanting to shove his hard, disgusting cock far up inside her aching pussy and flood her cunt with his sticky male sperm.
The alcohol had dulled her senses, and she tried to clear her mind. But the warmth of his body, his strength, his hands around her, all combined to make her more confused than ever.
"I think it's time we split out of here," Jimmy said suddenly, to Lainie's intense relief. "Come on, let's get some fresh air."
Lainie followed along behind him, stopping for a moment in their booth to retrieve her purse and sweater. It seemed to her that her legs were behaving strangely as she walked across the dimly lighted tavern, and she clutched at Jimmy's arm for support. She made no protest when he slipped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her against his hip, laughing brightly as they went out into the bright sunshine and climbed into his convertible. Lainie could see that her short skirt was hiked up around her creamy thighs, but she didn't pull it down, even though she could feel his hungry eyes devouring the luscious flesh. The warm air felt fresh and exhilarating to her and she leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes happily.
"Just relax, honey," Jimmy whispered, starting up the car. "I'll have you home in a jiffy!"
Her mind drifted aimlessly as they drove quickly along the uncrowded street. And only the lightness in her head and the full sensation in her stomach told her that she had drunk too much. Lainie usually didn't drink at all. Now. in the past twenty-four hours she had consumed two full glasses of wine with Hank Groggins, then five or six - she couldn't really remember - gin and tonics in the tavern with Jimmy O'Brien.
She opened her eyes lazily when the car finally came to a stop. Then they widened as she saw they weren't at her apartment at all. They were sitting in front of a small, stucco house.
"W-w-where are we?" she asked, trying to shake off her mind's cobwebs, sitting straight up in the seat.
"Relax, Lainie," Jimmy answered, getting out and coming around to her side of the car. "I didn't think it was a good idea for you to go back to that crummy apartment just yet. I want you to come inside and take a nap while I run down to the station and see how things are. Come on, let me help you."
Suddenly all her old fears were back. She resisted his arm, struggling to get free. "No, I want to go home!" she cried out. "Please, I don't want to go inside!"
"Don't fight me, honey," Jimmy warned good-naturedly, sweeping his arms underneath her legs and picking her up from the car seat. "Hey, it's going to be all right. After you've had a nap I'll drive you home."
"You promise?"
"Sure, on my word of honor."
The small bungalow was a typical bachelor's house, with no sign that it had been cleaned in weeks. Jimmy picked his way through the debris and went down a short hallway, kicking open a door that opened into a tiny bedroom. Besides a double bed, dresser, and a straight chair, the room was empty. There was a semi-clean set of sheets and a blanket on the bed, and Jimmy sat Lainie down and pulled back the blanket.
"There you are, honey," he sighed. "I'll get you one last drink, then I'm off for a couple of hours. I wish I didn't have to go, but those damned kids I've got working for me will give away the station if I'm not there."
Before she could answer, Jimmy left the bedroom. He was back in a few moments, carrying a tall, frosty glass filled with an amber-colored liquid.
"What is it?" she asked when he had thrust the glass into her hand.
"Just bourbon," he lied smoothly, "and a little ice and water. Drink it down or you'll wake up with a terrible hangover."
Jimmy neglected to mention that he'd added a touch of a soluble white powder to the drink. He'd picked up the strong aphrodisiac in the closing days of his tour of duty in Vietnam. And, although it didn't always work, the powder greatly stimulated the genitals. He was praying that it would work today.
Lainie took the glass and sipped at it. At first she found the taste bitter, but as the liquid coursed down through her body, she began to relax again.
"Okay, I'll see you in a little while," Jimmy said with a lewd smile. "You get undressed and have a nice rest. Later we'll talk about raising that money for Carl's bail."
The potent drink had already begun to take its effect as Jimmy left. She was hardly aware of it at first, but then her body began to grow warm and tingly, and a pleasantly euphoric haze began to spread through her mind. "Everything's going to be just fine," she giggled, suddenly becoming obsessed with the idea of taking off her clothing to cool her rapidly heating flesh.
Soon she was feverishly pulling at her clothing. In a moment she was totally naked in the strange bedroom. The small window was open, and through the tiny slit at the bottom of the shade she could feel cool air caressing the creamy white skin of her softly rounded body. The sloping protrusion of her firm young breasts grew goose-pimply, and the pink-tipped areolas hardened slightly in erotic response to the breeze that drifted over her nakedness.
Oh, I feel so wonderful, she thought, so wonderful. She lay down on the bed, letting the sensitive curves of her body ease sensually against the soft sheet. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to press her rounded white buttocks against the smooth material and stretched out on the bed, aware of a burning ache in her loins. She had never felt this way before, not even when she and Carl had first been married and his lovemaking was more tender and gentle.
Lazily, as if in a dream, she let her hands wander over her suddenly responsive skin, her fingers grazing over her hips, moving upwards until she found the desire-hardened tips of her warmly throbbing breasts. She cupped the two nakedly soft mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them, relishing the tingling delight her actions produced.
What's happening to me? she asked herself. I've never felt like this! Her alcohol-and-drug sodden mind urged her on to new heights of inhibition. She closed her eyes and felt as if she were floating on a cloud high above the earth. And unconsciously, her hands moved down to her now hotly pulsing pussy-slit, tentatively touching the wetly heated flesh. At once rippling waves of pleasure surged through her loins and she sighed happily, like a child, letting her eagerly probing hands penetrate her warmly responsive cuntal depths. She sighed deeply, wondering if this was what desire felt like, cursing her own body for not responding to Carl this way.
But she had drunk too much alcohol to stay awake now, even though she was becoming more and more aroused sexually. Her eyes closed sleepily, and she began to drift into a warm, sensuous cloud of nothingness, her hand still pressed tightly to the downy dampness of her excited young pussy.
At some point she began dreaming. It was like a lurid scene in a movie. All the colors were heightened and blurry, and so beautiful she could hardly believe it. In her dream she was shamelessly fingering her pussy-flesh, enjoying it immensely as she pulled the pink, softly pulsating outer lips apart with her hands. Her long, gorgeous legs were spread out, opening her glistening cuntal softness to the world and exposing the wetly blushing entrance of her inner depths. Tenderly she stroked it, without shame, without blushing, making it flare open as she moaned and writhed in utter ecstasy.
Slowly, in her dream, she could see the door to the bedroom open. Jimmy O'Brien entered, only now he was completely naked like her, his slender young body gleaming, his muscles firm and thick, his handsome face glowing with desire. His long, hard prick rose out of a halo of dark curls arching upwards, the thick undervein visibly throbbing. Beneath his fully erect cock, his testicles swayed obscenely, pushed forward by his lean thighs. He smiled at her, his teeth glistening while his hands grasped his massively thick prick and began to stroke it slowly, rhythmically, up and down.
She could hear him talking to her as he walked toward the bed, telling her soothingly that everything was going to be all right, murmuring his love for her and saying that he would protect her from the world.
Suddenly Lainie felt a overwhelming desire for the handsome man. Great waves of pulsing need swept over her like nothing she had ever felt for a man before. She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted his strong, youthful body to crush her, to press softly down on her pliant breasts and make her squeal with excitement.
In her dream state she could hear him more clearly now as he stood at the side of the bed with his huge cock jerking and pulsating mightily. "Do you want me, baby?" he was asking in a soft, desire-charged voice. "Do you want me to show you what it's like to come? I'll stick my tongue up inside your pussy, Lainie ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big hard cock right up in that beautiful cunt of yours ... would you like that, honey?"
"Oh, yes," she heard herself moan in a far-off voice. "Yess ... I want you! Lick my pussy for me, darling! Oh God, I need you!"
The lithe gas station owner climbed up onto the foot of the bed and knelt nakedly before her, his massively long cock jutting upwards like a curved sword. His bright eyes glittered with hot male desire as, slowly, he lowered his face down to the wildly throbbing mound between her legs. His moist, snake-like tongue flicked out to lightly lick the fluted edges of her warmly pulsing cuntal split.
The touch of Jimmy's tongue on her eagerly quivering pussy-flesh sent delicious shimmers of warmth rippling through the young wife's nakedly writhing body. She moaned, cat-like, as he licked the full length of her fevered cuntal opening, and then began to hungrily suck on her sensitive clitoris, teasing it until the little bud grew erect and began to throb intensely.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned, scarcely believing the fantastic thrills that sizzled through her hotly throbbing loins. She drew up her knees and lifted her hips upward in lewd invitation, opening her entire cuntal plane as far as possible to give the lusty man full access to her hungrily churning pussy. Her hands flew to his tangled hair, and she ran her fingers through it, relishing the feel of it. She couldn't get enough. It was a wonderful, wonderful dream.
Suddenly Jimmy stiffened his moistened tongue and teasingly explored the dilated mouth to her tight little cunt. Then, his tongue wiggling like a crawling worm, he pushed inside the warm, succulent flesh and began to rotate it inside the softly palpitating interior, sending bursts of radiant heat throughout Lainie's shamelessly aroused body. Her head turned from side to side in ecstasy as she began to whirl his tongue faster and faster inside her. Groaning in lewd delight, she gripped his hair tighter and forced his wetly questing mouth to press hard against her frantically quivering pussy.
At that moment a car on the street outside began blowing its horn, and Lainie was jolted awake from her dream. It was only then that, to her horror, she realized that it was no dream! Her legs were pulled and wantonly spread, and the muscular friend of her husband was actually licking her pussy! Screaming in fright, the naked young wife struggled to pull away from him.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, kicking her legs furiously in an effort to escape his tantalizing oral probing. He lifted his face momentarily, his eyes flashing cruelly.
"You wanted this as much as me, baby," he sneered. "Now you just relax and get your kicks like I'm going to do! Goddammit, stop fighting me or I'll slap that pretty face of yours!"
"W-w-what's happened to you?" she screamed in disbelief. Only a short while ago he had promised to protect. Now he was like a raging beast, worse than the lecherous Hank Groggins! Her mind reeled in terror at this latest betrayal.
"Never you mind, little lady," he laughed. "You think I don't know it when a broad is turned on? You're hotter than hell, honey, and I'm going to put out that fire!"
With a gasp of horror, Lainie realized that she was completely at his mercy. She had to submit to him now, no matter how terrified she was. Closing her eyes to blot out the shameful sight, she lay helplessly back on the bed, trembling from head to foot. Immediately Jimmy plunged his face down into the steaming wetness of her pussy again, driving his tongue deeply up into the fearfully clenched flesh.
Lainie was confused and mortified. She couldn't imagine how she could have trusted Jimmy O'Brien. Shame crashed over her a tidal wave. Yet her body, still under the damning influence of the powerful aphrodisiac and the alcohol, once more began to wantonly respond to Jimmy's urgent tongue-fucking. Despite her humiliation, hot flickering explosions of desire burned in her warmly throbbing cuntal depths, and her naked skin tingled with excitement that she struggled desperately to resist. She couldn't give in! She couldn't! It was too horrible! Dimly she realized the irony of what happened. Jimmy had saved her from the awful clutches of Hank Groggins only to claim her as his own helpless victim!
OH NOOOO! her mind screamed. I can't stand it, I can't!
Yet the brutal intensity of Jimmy's savagely whirling tongue began to have its effect on her, aided immensely by her own confused emotional state. Soon she was frantically writhing on the bed, overwhelmed with surges of animal passion so strong and exciting that she couldn't resist it. Despite her anxiety, low moans of delight bubbled up involuntarily from deep in her throat, and her increasingly passionate young body began to pulse with ripples of pleasure.
"OOOOHHHH ... OOOHHHH ... YES ..." she groaned.
Jimmy continued to drive his lewdly licking tongue deeper and deeper into her spontaneously clutching pussy. At the same time he gripped his still inflated hotly jerking prick in his hand and began to pump it up and down.
He knew the drug he had given her had been successful, for despite her brief resistance, she was twisting and turning her upraised pelvis against his mouth, writhing in delight as his ovalled lips greedily sucked on the wetly pulsing flesh of her cuntal slit.
"OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH GODDDDDD!" she changed, scarcely believing the waves of excruciating passion that rippled through her helplessly aroused loins and shattered the last of her futile inhibitions. Her excited pussy flared open hungrily now, and the moistly quivering walls of her inner pussy clutched greedily at his hotly twisting tongue, trying to pull it even further inside her desperately sucking vaginal depths. Her body seemed to be on fire from the powerful drug, the alcohol, and her deep and unconscious need for the complete sexual release which was pent up inside her for years. Now there was nothing she could do to stem the tide of raging lust that thundered like a flash-flood through her. There was nothing to do but surrender - surrender fully to it.
The excitement was almost unbearable. She was bobbing like a rudderless ship on a turbulent sea of sensuality. The fire raging in her loins became an inferno, and she twisted and writhed to accommodate its urgent hunger. She felt like a shameless whore, vulgar and vile. Then, suddenly, she knew instinctively, she was close to her first orgasm, and in a lurid flash she remembered the other times she had felt some gnawing ache in her cunt. She had almost forgotten those brief moments of elusive pleasure. Pin wheels of light seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyelids. Her nakedly writhing young body was being consumed with a cascade of liquid fire, and she was suddenly afraid that she would explode from the overwhelming force of her first orgasm.
"Oh God, what's happening to me ... what's happening?" she shrieked, barely able to recognize her strange, lust-filled voice.
Suddenly Jimmy knew the moment he had been waiting for had arrived. Swiftly pulling his tongue out of her body, he slid his own heavy frame up over hers and directed the massive head of his rod at the twisting slit between her legs, feeling the dilated pussy-lips separate like the petals of a flower as he lunged forward and buried his throbbing rod deep into her churning cunt.
"AAAAHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy, feeling his own fiery flesh inside her quivering belly.
Her legs instinctively flew up around his hard-driving back, clutching at him, her ankles locking so that she could draw the exquisite male meat all the way to the very depths of her passion-filled cunt. She ground her slickened pussy up to meet the insistent strokes, moaning and mewling with ecstasy as he drove in and out of her velvety flesh. This was rapture beyond belief, something that she could barely comprehend. It seemed as if every nerve in her body was centered in the gaping slit between her legs. And she wanted more - much more!
Jimmy was fucking her with savage fury, pumping in and out, his heavy testicles slapping erotically against Lainie's upturned buttocks, slamming into the puckered little ring of her anus and magnifying her pleasure a hundredfold. With each powerful stroke of his gigantic rod into the pulpy flesh of her cunt, Jimmy's cock pounded against her inflamed clitoris, making her choke back the sobs of pure animal ecstasy. She was being swept away on a sea of lust, a boiling, churning, maelstrom of exquisite delight.
"NOW ... NOWWWWW!" she begged, almost out of her mind from the massive prick pounding at the very depths of her soul. "MAKE ME COME ... MAKE ME COME ... I WANT TO COMMMMMMME!"
He renewed the savage fucking without mercy, feeling her fingernails scraping down over his naked back, reveling in the tightly clenched pussy that worked like a tiny milking machine on his turgid shaft. This was even better than he had expected.
He stroked her cunt with a fury born of his own savage need for sexual release, his hardened shaft nearly rubbed raw by her tight slit. Nothing seemed important to either of them now except the anticipated explosion of lust that threatened to destroy them.
Suddenly they were both coming!
Jets of thick, milk-white come squirted obscenely out of the dilated slit in the end of his gigantic cock, streaming out and splashing in rich pools deep inside her burning, aching cunt.
Lainie's madly quaking cuntal walls were suddenly consumed by fiery ripples of pleasure as her own hotly cascading come flowed out around the burning rod of male meat. Every muscle in her lovely young body strained at the wonderful rod, milking it, sucking at it, spasming around it as she felt the most overwhelming sense of sexual relief and pleasure she could imagine.
She moaned incoherently, not wanting to let him go, demanding more of the wildly satisfying sensations that rocked her belly and left her a screaming, moaning animal. The obscene delight that she had never known until this very moment was like nothing in her experience - warm and wonderful, exciting beyond her wildest hopes!
She groaned in protest as he pumped the last of his scalding hot sperm up into her desperately clenching cunt, then pulled his softening rod out and collapsed on the bed beside her.
She lay silent for a moment, totally exhausted by the insane intensity of their lovemaking. Then, slowly, she began to realize what had happened. For the second time in two days she had committed adultery! She had acted this time like a shameless whore, begging and pleading for more of the wonderful cock, uncaring about the fact that she was married and that her husband was now sitting in the county jail. Even worse, this wasn't rape, as it had been with Hank Groggins. She had allowed Jimmy O'Brien to fuck her - had, in fact, pleaded with him to make her come!
Oh God, she thought bitterly, what's happened to me? How can I have turned into an animal almost overnight! This was a nightmare - a savage trap into which she had fallen! There was no hope for her now! Only the continued shame and degradation of knowing that she was little better than a whore!
"You loved it, didn't you, baby?" Jimmy whispered smugly, letting one hand come to rest against her still quivering, naked thigh. "Jesus, that was the best fucking I've had for years! If I was Carl I wouldn't let a hot number like you out of my sight!"
Her face burned with embarrassment at the spectacle she had made of herself. She shoved his hand aside and pulled up the sheets to cover her naked young body. Her eyes were tightly shut.
"Leave me alone," she begged piteously, afraid that her lust would get the better of her again. "Please, Jimmy, just leave me alone!"
"Okay, Lainie," he laughed sensuously, "I'm going out for a little while anyways. You want to finish your nap, is that it?"
"I just want you to leave me alone!" she shrieked, staring up at the handsome naked man with hatred in her eyes. "You got what you wanted, now please be good enough to leave me in my misery!"
"Yeh, okay," he groaned, climbing out of bed and massaging his snake-like prick. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, honey."
Lainie lay on the bed and watched him leave. She tried to force herself to get up, get dressed, and go home to the small apartment where she could be alone with her depression. But she couldn't move, her mind and body so sexually satiated that she felt totally helpless. And before she knew what had happened, she had once again fallen into a deep, troubled sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jimmy O'Brien quickly took care of his business at the service station, then drove over to the Four Aces. He needed a drink badly after the wild tongue-fucking and screwing he had given Lainie Harper. His prick still ached sensuously at the memories of the luscious young wife's succulent cunt and the way she had gone crazy with lust for him.
There was no hint of regret in Jimmy for just having seduced his friend's wife. Carl should have thought about that before he went and got himself into trouble, he said silently to himself. Jimmy's one driving motivation was to look out for himself - in business, with women, and in every other phase of his life. He and Carl had been good buddies in Vietnam, but that was years ago, and Jimmy had watched his friend turn into a self-pitying drunk over the past couple of years.
Now Carl was in jail, with no way to raise the bail, leaving his beautiful wife to the mercy of any stud who had guts enough to take her. That was just fine with Jimmy. Under any other circumstances, if the situation was reversed, for example, and he was married to a sexpot like Lainie, and had gone to jail, he would have expected other men to do the same to him. That was life, he thought, the strong take what they want!
The Four Aces was crowded with its usual assortment of drunks and bar-flies when Jimmy pushed open the door and went inside. Several people waved at him, but he didn't stop to speak to anyone, pushing his way through the crowd to the last booth at the end of the bar. He slumped down into it and waited for the waitress to come over and take his order. All he wanted at the moment was plenty of beer and a chance to think about Lainie.
He had promised the beautiful young wife a job, and he was going to stick to his promises, but only on his own terms. Besides, he thought lewdly, I don't want that hot little bitch out of my sight! It was obvious that Carl wouldn't be out of jail for weeks - maybe even months. By that time Jimmy would probably be tired of Lainie and ready to send her back to Carl. If not, well, he'd face that when it happened.
"Hi, Jimmy," the middle-aged, bleached-blond waitress said, coming over to his booth. Marge Comstock was overweight and not particularly pretty, but she had the wildest mouth in town. The woman was a born cock-sucker, able to drive any man wild with her talented mouth and tongue. For her, any other kind of sex was only tolerable at best, and as often as not she couldn't come with a cock in any other part of her body but her mouth.
"Hi, Marge," Jimmy answered, winking at the woman, "how's tricks? You been getting any strange stuff lately?"
Jimmy was one of Marge's favorites because of his gigantic cock. And she was always available to him, always eager and willing to come to his gas station, or house, for an hour or an evening of sucking his throbbing prick. He used her like he used all of his women - with arrogant scorn for their feelings.
"None as good as you, honey," she giggled, licking her lips lewdly and winking back at him. "How come you ain't called me lately?"
"I been busy as hell, Marge," he shrugged. "Bring me a couple of beers, huh?"
"How about me joining you, honey?" Marge asked, thrusting her mammoth breasts out invitingly. "I got a fifteen minute break coming, maybe you and I could think of something exciting to do, huh?"
Jimmy really didn't want the waitress' company right now, but his suddenly throbbing cock signaled something else. Marge really is great at blow-jobs, he told himself. Maybe a quick one wouldn't hurt.
"Come and have a beer with me, Marge," he grinned, surrendering to the ache between his loins, "I'm not promising anything, though."
Marge giggled and scurried away to get the drinks. While she was gone he thought about Lainie again. The sexy young wife was a little pissed at him, that was no secret. It always amazed him the games broads tried to play with a guy. She had loved the tongue-fucking he'd given her, almost went crazy when he shoved his huge prick up into her cunt and made her come. Yet, afterward, she pretended that she hadn't really wanted him to fuck her.
Okay, baby, he thought smugly, two can play that game. I've given you a taste of a real man's cock now, let's see you squirm a little bit before I fuck you again! Jimmy had no doubt that the sexy blonde wife would be back for more of his wild prick. But maybe she needed to be taught a lesson that she wasn't the only cunt in town.
"I got a whole half-hour!" Marge said, appearing suddenly at the booth with a tray of beer and two glasses. "And if we need more time than that, well, I'll tell Harry to stuff his goddamned job! Move over, Jimmy, and let me squeeze in there with you."
Almost as soon as she sat down her hand was on his leg, stroking it sensuously as she used her other hand to pour out his beer.
"Aren't you having one?" Jimmy asked, seeing her ignore the other glass.
"Hell, no," she giggled excitedly, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his thigh. "The only thing I want to drink is some of that delicious juice of yours! But Harry Harry thinks it's okay for us to sit with customers if we're drinking his rot-gut. Christ, you'd think we were B-girls or something!"
"You sucked anybody else off today?" Jimmy asked teasingly.
"No, I been saving it all for you, sweetie," she giggled again, sliding her hand toward the massively throbbing mound between his legs. "Hurry up and drink your beer, baby. Then we can use the storeroom out back for a few minutes loving, huh?"
Her hand suddenly grasped Jimmy's fly, pulling down the zipper and worming her long fingers into the bulging entrance of his shorts. In a moment she was caressing the hotly pulsing cock into a rock-hard erection with her maddening strokes.
"Hey, take it easy," he protested in a mock whisper. "I don't want everybody in the joint to see what's going on here."
She took her hand away for a second and gazed at him with lust-filled eyes. "Let me suck you now, honey, please? Jesus, I'm so horny I can't wait another minute!"
"Not yet," he teased, wanting her to beg for it. Jimmy had a cruel streak in him that women like Marge loved. Even though he was more than ready for her to wrap her full lips around the head of his throbbing prick, he wanted to torture her a little longer.
"I might go down on you right here," she giggled, shamelessly returning her hand to his heatedly pulsating prick and letting her fingers slide back and forth over the velvet foreskin, massaging the tip of the swollen, blood-engorged head.
Her hand gripped the thick cock tightly and expertly, squeezing it, then relaxing her fingers, repeating the lascivious movement over and over again until Jimmy had to finally pull her hand away lest he come right there.
Marge chuckled lewdly as she replaced his hotly quivering rod back inside his trousers. "Such a beautiful prick, Jimmy," she moaned obscenely. "I could suck you off for hours! Jesus, I'd like to take that whole fucking thing in my mouth and then stuff your balls in too!"
"Okay, let's find that storeroom now," he said hoarsely, unable to wait any longer. His lurid thoughts were still on Lainie Harper, his mind reeling with anticipation of the moment she would be closing her hot, warm mouth around the end of his prick. And he hadn't any doubt it would be soon. For now he would let Marge blow him, drink his heated sperm until her wet cavern was full of his sticky white juices. He got to his feet. "Come on, let's get going!"
Chuckling with obscene lust, the waitress got up from the booth and followed him quickly through the little doorway at the back of the tavern, down a long hallway past the toilets, then into a large room filled with beer and whiskey cases.
Marge didn't waste any time. She led Jimmy over to where a space had been cleared, then pushed him down on a stack of beer cases. Dropping eagerly to her knees in front of him, her eyes glowing with lust, she began rubbing the entire length of his pulsating hardness as Jimmy's heart began to beat faster and faster.
It always gave him a tremendous thrill to see a woman kneeling subserviently in front of him like this, knowing that in a moment his prick was going to be thrusting in and out of that female's hot, wet mouth. He watched with increasing lust as Marge's nimble fingers crept to the zipper and slowly opened the front of his trousers so that she could have complete access to the naked flesh there. Her hands slipped quickly inside his shorts again to come to rest on the heatedly aroused cock and his aching balls.
"You like me a little bit, don't you, Jimmy?" she wheezed, caressing his turgid pole of lust-swollen meat. "You don't think I'm just a cock-sucking slut, do you, Jimmy?"
"Naw, Marge," he said slowly, wanting to laugh in her face at the woman's desperate need for his approval. "Hey, you going to eat my prick or just sit there and play with it?"
"I can't help it the way I love to suck cock," she murmured, almost to herself. "I've always been this way ... even when I was just a crummy kid. I love the feel of a hard cock in my mouth and the sensation that it gives me when a guy drops a heavy load in my throat! You got a big load for me, honey?"
"Who was the first dude you ever sucked-off? Jimmy asked as she slid the velvety foreskin back with tantalizing slowness and blew her hot breath on the tip.
"Some neighbor who lived next door when I was a kid," Marge whispered, teasing his prick with her fingers until the entire length of the lust-swollen tip reached its full, massive size like a red hot, throbbing pole of meat. "He used to pay me to come into his house when his wife was away ... after a while I started sucking cocks for free. God, I love your cock," she said in a hoarse, passion-choked voice. "It's so big and thick! Oh, Jimmy, I wish you'd let me suck you every day."
Slowly she moved forward on her knees, lowering her mouth until it hovered just above his eagerly pulsating knob. Then, as he gave a sigh of pleasure, her soft warm mouth closed wetly around the pulsing head and she began to suck on the rubbery tip as though it were the most delicious morsel she had ever tasted. She plunged downward, taking almost the entire shaft of his cock into her mouth, racing her tongue up and down the heated flesh, slobbering wetly over him, her breasts pressed sensuously against his legs as her ovaled lips sucked furiously on the massive rod.
Jimmy stared down at the sight of the waitress laboring over his thick cock, his excitement rising, his mind fantasizing Lainie Harper eating the rigid pole. This overweight female was a pale imitation of the beautiful young wife, but Marge knew what she was doing and, in a moment, Jimmy had forgotten all about Lainie and was concentrating on the warmth and softness of Marge's lips and tongue. She shoved his pelvis forward, allowing her mouth to burrow all the way down to the base of his thick prick. He was filled with a coarse desire to drench her throat with his hot male semen, to drown her in the sticky white sperm.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he hissed viciously. "Suck it like the goddamned slut you are!"
He felt her cringe at the obscene words, but he knew that was what Marge liked to hear while she was eating prick. She slavered her warmly wet tongue all along the base and underside of his moistly pulsing cock, reveling in the thick, powerful blue veins that stood out beneath the rubbery flesh, moving her mouth upwards again to tease the tiny hole before running her lapping strokes down his long, wet shaft to the base where his wiry pubic hair tickled her chin.
Her voraciously sucking mouth was driving him crazy, but she didn't let up on the pressure of her tongue or tightened lips as he began to squirm his pelvis around in excited circles. Then, to give him more pleasure, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and began to pump it furiously, sending excruciating shivers of delight through his loins.
"Oh Jeeze, yeh, yeh, that's it, you fucking whore!" he grunted, taking her head between his hands and guiding the frantically sucking mouth up and down the moistly glistening length of meat. "Play with my balls, too, baby!"
Marge smiled through the load of meat in her mouth, using her free hand to knead and caress the pendulous testicles that swung free beneath Jimmy's cock. She tried to mentally calculate how much of his delicious sperm she could expect. Every drop was precious to her each exploding mouthful something to be relished.
She licked and sucked with growing abandon on the hotly throbbing cock while her hands massaged his shaft and balls. She was wild with desire, couldn't wait to taste his warm semen shooting into her mouth and throat. She had to suck him dry ... had to make him groan with pleasure, just as she was now groaning from the intense sensations that rocked her wetly dilated cunt. She ground her pussy down against her legs, feeling an excitement building there. She would have preferred to have one hand free so that she could strum her swollen clitoris at the same time she sucked him, but it wasn't important - she could come this way too.
Trailing her hot little tongue up and down along his blue-veined shaft, to the pulsating, blood-filled head, then down to where her tongue met her wildly beating fist, she sucked at him greedily, hungrily, her mind reeling with pleasure.
Suddenly a sense of rapturous triumph spread through her as she felt him about to come. She increased the intensity of her mouth and fingers, slamming her wetly pulsating cunt hard down against her legs while she devoured the eagerly jerking rod with her warm mouth.
Then a groan of ecstasy exploded from Jimmy's mouth and he felt himself coming. His hands gripped her head more tightly, his pelvis arching up so that almost the whole of his twelve inch massive rod was buried deep in the back of Marge's throat. A head-long rush of hot churning semen came up from the aching balls she was massaging, then erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into her gluttonously sucking oral cavern.
"Swallow it, you bitch!" he cried out as her lips tightened around his palpitating shaft. "Go on, you cock-sucker ... eat me ... eat every fucking inch of me!"
Great gulping sounds floated up to him as the waitress struggled to swallow every drop of his hotly spewing fluid. As she drank the male liquid greedily. Marge felt her own orgasm rush madly through her throbbing cunt in response to Jimmy's sudden release. Her thick curds of juice flowed down her undulating cuntal walls and left a tell-tale stain of pungently perfumed wetness on her panties.
Still she didn't release the turgid shaft, licking and sucking as fast as she could; hungrily, greedily, lovingly drinking every last drop of his scalding semen and letting it run in thick rivulets down her gulping throat.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jimmy felt the pull of her still-sucking lips causing a slight pain in his cock and balls. Reluctantly he forced her head away, laughing at the look of disappointment in her eyes and the way his semen was oozing out of the sides of her mouth.
"Like it, bitch?" he gloated. "Like to suck old Jimmy's prick for him?"
"Oh, yes, I love it ... love it!" she sighed, resting her fevered cheek against the limp cock. Suddenly she looked up at him and smiled cryptically. "But, you've been a bad boy, haven't you, you bastard?"
"How's that?"
"You think I couldn't taste some other broad's cunt-stink on your prick," she chided him. "You fucked some cunt not too long ago!"
"So what?" he snarled, tired of the overweight waitress. He shoved her away and stood up, stuffing his cock into his trousers and then zipping up the fly. "Hey, Marge, you ever eat pussy? I mean really stick your head down between a broad's legs and ream out that little hole with your tongue?"
"Once or twice," she admitted unhappily, wishing he'd let her attach her mouth to his prick again. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering, that's all," he shrugged. "There's this girl I know, a real knockout, if you know what I mean," he paused and drew an hourglass figure with his hands in the air " ... maybe some night I'll let you go down on her. How would you like that?"
"You mean a threesome?" she asked lewdly, her eyes narrowing with new lust at the thought of joining Jimmy and another cunt in bed together.
"I said maybe," he laughed cruelly, pinching her cheek and then turning to go back into the tavern. "We'll see ... we'll see ..."
He was whistling happily as he strutted down the long hallway, leaving Marge still on her knees in the storeroom. He wondered how Lainie Harper would respond to getting eaten out by Marge? The beautiful blonde certainly had enjoyed him chewing on her cunt! He filed the idea away in the back of his lascivious mind.
* * *
Lainie had awoken and gone home before Jimmy O'Brien returned from the Four Aces. She was in her apartment now, the telephone receiver off the cradle so that anyone calling would get a busy signal, the front door tightly locked and chained so that she would have no unwelcome visitors.
It was almost midnight now and she was still feeling the effects of the drug and the alcohol she had ingested. The nervous young wife tried to eat, but she couldn't manage to stomach the food, so it sat before her on the kitchen table, cold and uneaten.
She tried desperately not to think about what had happened this afternoon in Jimmy O'Brien's house. But her mind kept coming back to the overwhelming sensations of ecstasy the handsome man's tongue and throbbing cock had brought her. Her cunt still ached from the delirious pleasure she had felt, sensations so new and exciting that she still blushed at the very memories.
So that's what sexual rapture is? she thought silently, staring at the wall. She had been taken to the very heights of sexual bliss by an arrogant, insolent man whom she now hated with a deep passion. It seemed bitterly ironic that Carl had not been able to bring her that kind of pleasure in all the years of their marriage - that it had taken his best friend to show her how intensely gratifying a wild sexual experience could be.
She swore to herself that it would never happen again unless it was with her husband. She had tasted the fruits of self-destruction and found them perilously seductive. It seemed to the confused young wife that anyone seeing her now must be able to recognize the changes in her. Lainie Harper's mind and body were no longer under her control - the touch of a man's hand on her quivering body, the rapturous thrill of a man's softly rasping tongue insinuating itself up into the velvet of her cunt, the savage joy of a hard-driving, gigantic cock slamming in and out of her dilated pussy - any one of these things now had the power to turn her into a raging, sex-starved slut!
And it seemed especially ironic that the very thing that could bring such ecstasy was capable of also bringing her such intense pain and mental anguish.
Suddenly she knew she had to wash away the sweat and sperm that Jimmy O'Brien had left on her young body, to scour her flesh, if not her soul, of all the evidence of her shame and degradation. She got up and went quickly into the small bathroom and turned on the water tap in the bathtub to its hottest setting. Stripping off her clothing, she stared long and hard at herself in the full-length mirror, seeing the luscious flesh of her magnificent breasts and the flaring sweep of her slender hips. Then, moving very reluctantly and slowly, her eyes went to the furry triangle at the bottom of her stomach. She could see the soft indentation of her cunt and an excited sigh escaped her lips at the awful memories of how she had begged Jimmy to sink his turgid prick far up in that well of pulpy femininity. The tub was filled by the time she tore her accusing stare away from her lovely body.
The water was blazing hot, but she clenched her teeth together tightly and lowered herself down into the steaming tub, masochistic thoughts racing through her brain now. Somehow it made things seem -better if she punished herself this way.
She lay there like that in the scalding water for a long time, long enough for it to cool considerably, before she opened her eyes and felt the velvety liquid sensuously lapping around her creamy flesh. Her nipples, she could see, were puckered and soft, and little tingles of erotic pleasure surged through her involuntarily.
"No!" she said aloud, angry at herself again. "I've got to stop thinking about this afternoon. I've got to!"
Lainie took a washcloth and a bar of soap and began scrubbing viciously at her sensitive flesh, not caring about the pain she was inflecting upon herself. But she couldn't control the sudden rush of pleasure that swept across her reclining body when her hand slipped down and the washcloth touched the mound of her pubis.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned, biting her lower lip with sharp little teeth as her fingers touched her tiny bundle of nerve endings. Tingles of electric pleasure ran down through her legs when she caressed her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Involuntarily her thighs opened slightly to allow the soft washcloth to dig into the eagerly waiting crotch. "Oooohhh ... mmmm ..." she moaned again as her fingers began to strum the water-slickened outer pussy lips that guarded her swampy cuntal trench.
Her tortured brain tried to warn her not to do this, that she was once again succumbing to the obscene desires of her hotly aroused body, but she ignored the signals that were racing through her reeling brain. This isn't wrong! she argued silently. This isn't like letting a man - a disgusting, horny man, fill her with confusion and wanton pleasure. She was being enveloped in waves of rapturous joy as she felt the familiar flashes of sensuality sweep over her trembling young body.
Her whole lower body was moving faster and faster in the water in rhythm to the quickening, eager fingers. Oh God! she thought, it feels so good ... sooo good! She was panting now, her face contorted with lust, her head rolling from side to side in the narrow tub as first one finger, then another, probed at the dilated lips and the velvety inner canal that led up into the depths of her cunt.
For the first time in her life she was masturbating!
All thoughts of anything but the building orgasm left her brain as the lascivious finger-fucking continued. Her whole body was alive with jolting flashes of ecstasy, her nipples hard and straining now, begging to be touched. Her free hand moved quickly up to the succulent mounds of her breasts, massaging the tiny, hardened and wrinkled flesh that dotted each melon-like breast, caressing them, savoring the warm sensations that immediately washed over her.
And suddenly her mind was filled with obscene images of Jimmy O'Brien kneeling between her widespread legs; of his hard, throbbing cock nudging at the smoothly wet entrance to her cunt, of his lewd laughter as he began the slow, rhythmic thrusting, in and out, that had brought her such ecstasy.
"AAAAHHHHH!" she cried as the first little spasms of her orgasm exploded in her burning, quivering loins. Her knees spread further apart as her fingers frantically dug into her pussy, thrusting, probing, milking out another mind-boggling climax - then another - then another! Her cunt throbbed painfully, filled with the exquisite ache of sexual gratification, her mind and body now totally surrendering to the obscene joy of auto-eroticism.
She was half submerged in the water, her fingers pressing feverishly into the heated interior of her cuntal depths, her eyes tightly closed, her whole being lost in an erotic world of sexual pleasure.
Lainie had aroused herself to new and lurid heights of lascivious joy, probing and thrusting with her fingers until her twitching cunt churned with uncontrolled delight. Each time a new spasm jolted her she screamed again, splaying her thighs wider in an attempt to seemingly bury her whole hand up inside her undulating female interior.
"OOOHHHH ... AAAAHHHH ... IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ... SOOO GOOD!" she cooed as she drove her thumb against the passion-swollen button of her aching clitoris, pressing her fingers hotly into the hard little bud of aroused flesh.
It was a long, long time before her cries of ecstasy ceased and she finally pulled her slender fingers out of her gooey cuntal passage.
* * *
Lainie was thoroughly surprised when Jimmy O'Brien beat on her apartment door the next morning. She had been up since dawn, wandering aimlessly around the small rooms, trying to get up the courage to visit Carl. She had no idea if she would be able to actually face her cuckolded husband. It seemed to her that he would immediately know that she had been unfaithful to him.
"Lainie?" Jimmy's voice boomed through the locked door. "Hey, are you going to work or not?"
Startled, the frightened young wife ran to the door and threw her body against it, as if to keep him out. She had forgotten all about the job Jimmy had offered her. Now she was sure that it was only a trick so that he could get into the apartment and seduce her again. She no longer trusted her body against him.
"Go away!" she cried out, praying that they wouldn't wake up everyone in the building. "Please, just go away and leave me alone!"
"Hey, what's the matter, Lainie?" he called out to her. "Look, we're going to be late for work. Come on, open up, will you?"
"No, it's only a trick!" she yelped, listening to his meaty hands pounding savagely at the door. There was no longer any question that someone would call the police if he didn't quiet down. She had to do something - and fast! Making sure that the chain was in place, she opened the door a few inches and peered out at the handsome man.
"Jimmy, please go away before you wake up the whole building," she pleaded.
"Look, Lainie, you accepted my job offer yesterday. I need somebody to do the books at the gas station and act as cashier. I'll pay you seventy-five a week, okay?"
Seventy-five dollars a week didn't seem like much money to Lainie, but she knew Jimmy's reputation as being a real cheapskate with his employees. Still, it was the first genuine job offer she had had, and God only knew when another would come along.
She hesitated, remembering how easily Jimmy had seduced her the day before.
"Hey," he said with a warm smile, "if you're worrying about yesterday, well, I'm ashamed of myself for that. It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been drinking so much. Look, there's no strings attached to this job. Do you want it or not?"
The distraught young wife wanted to believe him, but she was still uncertain about her new-found sexuality. No! she said to herself firmly, it won't happen again! She wasn't a common little slut who spread her legs for any horny male who wanted her! She would be strong and aloof, no matter what the temptations!
"Do you promise?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sure," he lied smoothly. "You get dressed and I'll go down and wait in the car. Only hurry, huh? We've got a long day ahead of us.
Neither of them talked on the trip from the apartment to the station. Lainie sat huddled on her side, as far away from Jimmy's body as she could get. The handsome man seemed in excellent spirits, whistling and humming to himself as they drove along. She had dressed conservatively in a bulky sweater that hid the soft roundness of her breasts, and in dark slacks that were loose enough so as not to accentuate her lovely body.
"Here we are," Jimmy called out, turning the car into the station.
The nervous young wife was more than a little surprised by the size of the station and the obvious volume of business. There were four sets of pumps - all of them doing a brisk business, and six mechanic's bays in the garage portion of the station. There were cars in various states of repair in all of the bays, and a parking space at the side of the station had a half-dozen other cars waiting for service.
Jimmy parked his convertible behind the station and came around and opened the door for Lainie. "Not bad for a country boy, huh?" he boasted. "We didn't do fifty dollars worth of business a day when I bought this place. Now we gross about ten grand a week!"
They walked through the station and into the spacious cashier/bookkeeper's office. A pretty young redheaded woman sat at the desk going over a stack of repair bills. She looked up and smiled at Jimmy and Lainie as they entered.
"Hi, Jimmy, is this my new assistant?" she asked.
The girl stood up and extended her slim hand to Lainie. She was taller than the young wife, with fiery red hair that fell around her shoulders in a tangle. Her wide-set green eyes sparkled brightly, and her full, sensuous lips were smiling. She was dressed casually, in a bright green, western-style shirt that did nothing to hide the proudly jutting outline of her swollen breasts; an incredibly short mini-skirt, and her long, shapely legs ended in tooled-leather cowboy boots.
"Ginny, this is Lainie Harper," Jimmy said "Lainie, Ginny is our full-time bookkeeper and cashier, you'll be learning the business from her."
"Nice to meet you, Lainie," Ginny said warmly. "That's a funny name, though."
"My real name is Elaine," the young wife said, amazed by the sensuality the redhead exuded from every pore of her voluptuous young body. Suddenly Lainie wished desperately that she had dressed less conservatively. Alongside the pretty redhead she looked dowdy and unattractive, she was sure.
"I'll leave you two pretty young things alone," Jimmy said. "Ginny, you show Lainie how we do things here. After you get her trained maybe you can start taking off those two extra days a week you want. Don't try to learn everything in one day, though, Lainie Just take it nice and easy, huh?"
He was gone before the young wife had chance to answer him. Lainie turned to face her co-worker, blushing immediately as she saw the woman staring boldly at her luscious young body.
"Is something wrong?" she asked quickly fighting down her nervousness and anxiety about the new job.
"There sure as hell is, honey," Ginny laughed lewdly. "I guess you don't understand why Jimmy's business here is so successful. The guys that come in here like to see a little flesh, if you know what I mean? That's why I dress like this. Show 'em a little tits and ass and they'll drive miles to bring their cars to us rather than some other place."
"I'm not a go-go dancer!" Lainie said hotly, her temper suddenly rising at the thought of coming to work half-naked so that horny customers could ogle her ripe young body.
"Hey, take it easy, kiddo," Ginny said soothingly. "You don't have to let them touch, just let them see a little skin so that they can go home and fantasize about you while they bang their ugly wives or jerk-off! And don't worry about anybody getting too friendly with you ... Jimmy knows how to handle anyone who thinks a lube job entitles them to a free feel!"
Lainie was revolted by the thought of wearing skimpy clothing just so the customers would get excited and horny. But she said nothing, realizing that she had much to learn about the outside world.
"Well, come on, we've got lots to do, honey," Ginny sighed, pointing at the stack of bills and repair tickets on the desk. "Have a seat and I'll try and teach you the job."
The rest of the day seemed to fly by, with Lainie in a constant state of confusion over the incredible amount of paper-work that passed through their offices. She made dozens of mistakes, but Ginny took them in stride, correcting them without criticism, alternating her time between the desk and the cashier's window where the male customers seemed to be more interested in looking down the open top buttons of her shirt than in paying their bills.
And the young redhead handled the men smoothly, joking with them and sharing the double-entendres and crude remarks with remarkable aplomb. Only once did she lose her temper. That was when an elderly man with bad breath openly propositioned her.
"Fuck off, you old prick!" she had exploded, slapping the man viciously across the face as he tried to pinch her breast with his mottled fingers. "You take your business somewhere else, Clyde," she snarled at the startled man. "And if you want a piece of ass you go find a whore!"
Embarrassed and afraid that she would call Jimmy, the man left quickly, almost running out of the office in his haste to get away from the angry cashier. When he was gone, Ginny turned to Lainie and they both began laughing hysterically.
Jimmy and the other mechanics were in and out of the office all day, with the greasy men openly ogling Lainie and Ginny, but saying nothing out of the way to either woman. Jimmy was all business, neither friendly nor unfriendly. Twice during the day he disappeared into the adjoining office for short periods to deposit cash in the safe. Lainie could see that Jimmy's office was small but well furnished.
By five o'clock Lainie was mentally and physically exhausted, but it was a good feeling for her. Not once during the hectic afternoon had she had time to think about her own troubles. She now knew the rudiments of the billing system and could figure out the erratic handwriting of the mechanics. There was a short burst of intense activity from five to six, then things slowed down and most of the employees went home.
"Well, how did things go?" Jimmy asked, coming into the office a little after six. "Everything okay?"
"She did just fine, honey," Ginny said generously.
"I made a lot of mistakes," Lainie admitted, blushing: a little. "But I think I'm learning."
"Great! Couple more days and you'll be running the place," Jimmy laughed. "Okay, I'm going to lock up now. Ginny, why don't you get the day's books together and we'll go over them when I'm finished, all right?"
"Can I go home now?" Lainie asked quickly. There was a bus stop in front of the station, and she had no intention of allowing Jimmy the liberty of driving her home. All she wanted now was a long, steaming bath and a good night's sleep. She blushed suddenly at the thought of what had happened in her bathtub last night.
"You wait for me, honey," Ginny answered the question. "I'll run you home if it's okay with Jimmy." She looked over at her smiling employer who nodded slowly, winking at her. "It's settled then," the redhead said. "Maybe we can even have dinner together."
Lainie wanted to protest, but Ginny's offer seemed so generous that she didn't have the heart to refuse. Besides, she thought to herself, it'll be nice to talk to someone without having to worry about them trying to seduce you!
It took only a few minutes for Jimmy to lock up the pumps and service bays. When he came back, he and Ginny went into his adjoining office and closed the door, leaving Lainie to leaf through a dog-eared magazine while she waited for them to finish.
Suddenly Lainie felt thirsty. She put the magazine down and went out of the office toward the water cooler which was on the wall just outside the office. She stopped quickly as she heard Jimmy's and Ginny's voices clearly. She hadn't noticed before, but Jimmy's office had a small window along the wall that opened onto the service area of the station. The window was open now.
"I guess that about does it," she heard the handsome station owner say. "Not a bad day, huh?"
"Pretty good," Ginny laughed lewdly. "Do I qualify for a bonus today?"
"Horny are you?"
"Did you ever see me when I wasn't?"
"No, I guess not. What about Lainie?" Jimmy chuckled obscenely. "You know how you scream and yell when you get your nuts off."
"It's that big wonderful cock of yours that's at fault, lover," Ginny replied in a breathless whisper.
Lainie could hardly believe her ears. She blushed furiously as she stood there and listened, her feet not responding to her brain's command to move away from the window, his was horrible, too monstrous for words! Was Jimmy fucking every woman in town? she thought angrily.
Despite her total revulsion, Lainie couldn't help moving closer to the window. She knew how wrong this was, that she should have tinned and left the station immediately and taken a bus home. Yet something made her want to listen to this disgusting conversation. She felt cheap and dirty, ashamed and embarrassed by her own actions but she couldn't help but be obscenely fascinated.
She peered cautiously into the window. Although the window was opened outward, there was a curtain covering it-or, to be more precise, almost covering it. A slit about two inches wide allowed Lainie to see clearly into the office.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Jimmy and Ginny standing in front of his desk. The redhead was scraping one long, scarlet-tipped finger erotically across his chest, and Jimmy's throbbing cock was clearly outlined against his trousers.
"Come on, we've got time," Ginny cooed seductively, licking her lips with the tiny pink tip of her tongue.
To Lainie's astonishment, the redhead pulled up her short skirt and placed the palm of Jimmy's hand between her naked thighs.
My God! Lainie gasped. She's not even wearing any panties!
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Ginny moaned, feeling the strong hand directly on the heated, hair-covered mound of her cunt. She shamelessly pressed her warmly throbbing pussy flesh against the hand, clamping her shapely thighs together to hold it in place. "Can you feel my cunt, baby? Jesus, touch my clit, Jimmy ... play with it, huh?"
She reached out with the other hand and placed it squarely on the horny man's lust-stiffened cock as it strained hungrily against the taut material of his trousers. Moving closer, her eyes clouded with lust, she pressed her firmly pointed breasts against his chest, keeping his hand still clamped tightly against her nakedly pulsing cunt and massaging his thickened cock with gently, rubbing motions.
Lainie was shocked beyond belief by their wanton language and actions, and everything in her cried out for her to turn and run out of this wicked man's gas station. But something deep inside her made her stand there and watch. And her cunt grew warm and damp with sympathetic desire, her passions surging up with involuntary furor in her trembling body.
"Fuck me, Jimmy," the redhead pleaded in a passion-drenched voice. "Shove that big cock up inside me and fuck the life out of me. Oh, Jesus, I can't wait much longer.
Ginny moved back a few inches and lifted her buttocks up onto the desk, sitting provocatively so that her two ripe breasts jutted out invitingly, the swollen mounds straining against the tightly fitting skirt. Jimmy's swollen cock was jerking hungrily under his greasy trousers and his face was contorted with lust as he watched the girl spread her shapely legs apart, lift her mini-skirt above the red triangle of her pubic hair, and frantically finger the already lubrication-drenched opening of her pinkly glistening cuntal slit.
Lainie watched without moving, her own desire rising like a burning flame, her cunt twitching and tingling, as Ginny began unbuttoning Jimmy's shirt, then her own, exposing the luscious valley between her voluptuous breasts. She slowly pulled her skirt off and dropped it onto the desk, leaning back invitingly so that Jimmy could see right up between the softly cushioned crevice of her lewdly spread thighs.
"Hurry, lover," she cooed throatily, gazing at his huge, throbbing cock-mound. "What in the hell are you waiting for?"
"Let me lock the door at least," he whispered, moving quickly over to the door and snapping shut the lock. Then, in two strides he was across the room, flinging himself on her nearly naked body, scattering the papers on the desk in every direction as she wrapped her legs, still encased in the high-heeled boots, high up around his back, pressing her warmly pulsing cunt hard against him. Feverishly his mouth and tongue worked over her neck and lightly tanned shoulders, while his hands cupped the two huge milky white mounds of her breasts.
"Suck 'em, lover," she coaxed, her eyes half-closed with lust.
With an animal-like groan, Jimmy buried his head between the two mounds, licking the light film of salty perspiration that had gathered there, seizing first one and then the other nipple between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery hardness.
"Do it, baby, eat me ... suck 'em ... make me feel good, oooohhhh!" Ginny squealed loudly. Then, pushing herself up into a sitting position again, she began pulling at his belt while he continued to suck and fondle her erotically swaying, juicy mounds.
"Stick your finger in my cunt," she groaned. "Hurry, I want to feel something up inside me ..."
Moving back a step to give her access to his belt and the zipper of his fly, Jimmy slipped his hand down between her widely-splayed legs and slid two fingers back up into her wetly throbbing cunt, while with a third, he teased the fleshy bud of her hotly swollen clitoris, pressing it around in lewd circles until the redhead groaned with pleasure and wriggled down against his obscenely probing hand. At the same time, she struggled savagely to open his fly. When she had managed to pull the zipper down, she reached inside his trousers and closed her fingers tightly around his rock-hard shaft.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, running her hand over its velvety surface down to the pulsing. Spongy head, "it's beautiful! Oh, Christ, I can hardly to wait to feel it up inside my pussy!"
The lewd words and the obscene spectacle she was watching made Lainie want to retch. How could they be doing this? she asked herself silently. They were like two disgusting animals in heat! But she couldn't deny the liquid fire in her own cunt, the hammering ache that was building between her creamy thighs and turning them to jelly. Oh God, I don't want to watch this! she screamed silently. I don't! I don't!
But she knew in the back of her feverish brain that nothing in the world could make her move away from the window now And she didn't even try and stop her own offending hand as it crept silently but surely down to her belly and teased gently at the plump mound of her pubis, sending new thrills racing through her whole body.
What's happening to me? she wondered, her lips going dry with sensual excitement, her legs trembling now as she leaned against the wall for support. She continued to stare into the small office, watching Jimmy remove his fingers from Ginny's moistly contracting cuntal depths and pull his trousers down so that his eager cock sprang free, standing straight out from his body and pulsing hotly with excitement. Lainie licked her lips greedily at the sight of it, remembering how wonderful it had felt buried deep in the shuddering confines of her own lust-maddened cunt.
"Get me good and hard," Jimmy urged the redhead as her fingers stretched the protective foreskin and began slowly to massage the distended rod in long, rhythmic strokes. She skillfully manipulated the lewdly excited prick, slowly increasing the pressure and tempo until he was groaning thickly, savoring the churning sensations that ran through him.
"Ooooohhhh, fuck ... I want to fuck nowwww!" he groaned as the rhythm of her stroking fingers increased to the point of no return.
No! Don't do it! Lainie heard herself shout silently.
Startled and dismayed by her own reaction, she blushed to the roots of her shimmering blonde hair. What did she care what they did? she asked, her mind reeling with the conflicting emotions that rocked her.
But the answer was suddenly obvious to her.
She was more jealous than she had ever been in her whole life!
Jealous of the man she would have sworn she hated!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Fuck me standing up," Ginny wheezed, sliding off the desk and bracing herself against it with her hands, her legs spread wide apart.
"Sure, baby, anything you say," Jimmy groaned, slipping his trousers down over his feet and stepping out of them. He needed no further urging. Positioning himself between the smoothly sculpted columns of her creamy thighs, he bent his knees slightly and braced himself against the desk with one hand, using the other to guide his massive rod up to the cushioned entrance of her softly pulsing cuntal slit. Pressing forward slightly, he felt the bulbous head slide easily up inside, and her throbbing cuntal wetness close damply around it.
Ginny wiggled her hips in a lewd circular motion, sucking his rigidly hard shaft up inside her cunt little by little, each delicious movement sending hot thrills of mounting sexual urgency searing through her loins. Finally it was all the way inside her burning depths, and he could feel the tender cushion of her cervix pressing against the lust-inflamed tip.
Slowly he drew back again, then plunged swiftly forward. Ginny yelped as his cock rammed hard up inside her, and she tightened her cuntal muscles against it, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Shifting his position slightly, Jimmy slipped his hands behind her and seized the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter up against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Ginny arched her body to receive her, opening her thighs even further to take him inside completely.
"Oh, yessss ..." she screamed, out of control now, "... do it harder, lover ... give it all to me ... every fucking inch of that wonderful coccccckkkk!"
Lainie wanted to shut her eyes and ears to the obscene sights and sounds in the small office, didn't want to see the lurid vision that was being forever imprinted on her unwilling mind. She almost felt sick to her stomach again. And at the same time as she felt revulsion and loathing for Jimmy and Ginny, her hand was playing erotically at the strip of material that covered her warmly churning cunt. Suddenly it wasn't enough to finger herself so obscenely on the outside! Hardly aware of what she was doing, she slipped the offending hand down inside her slacks, sliding it under the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties and down to the furiously aching trench of her ripe cunt.
She uttered a muffled sob as her fingers touched the silken curls of her golden triangle, then probed at the ripe, moist bud of her clitoris. Again her mind cried out silently-what am I doing? But she couldn't stop. The obscene, electric surges of joy that shot through her pussy wanted more. Lewdly she began to massage the soft delicate pulsating bud rapidly with her finger.
Suddenly she heard Ginny screaming again.
"Stick your finger in my asshole!" the writhing redhead demanded. "Now, you beautiful bastard you, now!"
This was the final indignity for Lainie. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the handsome man searching the deep furrow of the redhead's anal crevice until his fingers found the tightly clenched and puckered ring of Ginny's rectal opening. Trying to help him, Ginny reached down and stretched her buttocks wide apart so that Jimmy didn't have to break the rhythm of his lustily pistoning strokes in order to keep his balance. For a moment he reached around her pulsating anal entrance, then, as she thrust her roundly flaring hips backwards, he gave her her wish, jamming his middle finger deep up inside her burning asshole.
"YESSSSS!" Ginny wailed as a burning sensation of pleasure shot deliciously through her impaled loins. "More ... give me more!"
Jimmy thrust again, this time completely skewering her as she continued to wail in helpless agony and excitement, digging her scarlet fingernails into the muscles of his naked shoulders.
Lainie almost fell to her knees from shock. She hadn't even dreamed that a woman would actually want something so revolting! She started to turn, but her feet once again refused to obey her. Instead, she found her face pressed against the curtain, her eyes glued to the obscene and pornographic spectacle being played out in the office.
Her own hand was furiously pumping at her gaping cuntal wound as wild, maddening sensations of pleasure rocked her whole body and made her knees weak. Ginny was pinned against the hard edge of the desk now as the two shafts plunged in and out of her cunt and asshole with increasing speed and determination. She writhed and squirmed frantically, loving the pain and pleasure that coursed deliciously through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the moment when she would explode in tumultuous, mind-shattering release.
Jimmy, too, knew that he was fast approaching the moment when he could hold back his own scalding seed any longer. He fought it as long as he could, slowing the savage pace of his cock and finger, wanting to enjoy the delicious sensations of sexual ecstasy as long as possible.
But Lainie was out of control. Her mind strummed her slickened pussy-flesh and clitoris without mercy, her mouth agape, her head twisting from side to side as she felt her overwhelming orgasm about to explode in her loins. Why isn't he fucking me? Her reeling, lust-charged brain demanded. Why is he fucking that redheaded slut?
She hated Ginny with a deep passion, almost as much as she hated the handsome man who was laboring obscenely over the redhead's almost naked body. It was their fault this was happening to her. She hadn't wanted to stay! She hadn't deliberately spied upon their obscene lovemaking!
Then, just as Lainie reached the peak of her own sexual excitement, Ginny suddenly began to gyrate wildly against the powerfully fucking man, sucking his lewdly probing cock and finger deeper up inside her.
"I'm coming, lover, oh, oh, oooohhhh, I'M GOING TO COME!" she wailed. "Give it to me, baby, give me every goddamned inch of that thing. HARDER ... HARDER ... HARDERRRRR!"
Her eyes were rolling uncontrollably in her head, her pretty face contorted with ecstasy as her climax shuddered through her with the force of an earthquake.
And Lainie came at the same time.
For a split-second her body tensed and her fingers ceased the wild tattoo against her wetly churning pussy. Then, with one overwhelming rush, the first unbelievably exquisite orgasm exploded deep inside her cunt. Then another. Then another. She was groaning aloud, her whole lower body twisting and writhing from the demonic force of the galvanic shocks that were ripping her pussy and belly apart.
But neither Ginny nor Jimmy heard her squeals of rapture.
Jimmy threw his head back and growled like an animal as the first hot jets of his milky semen squirted out of the end of his plunging cock and into Ginny's nakedly quivering loins. The scalding juices oozed out over his glistening shaft and onto Ginny's gyrating, quivering thighs, and she pressed her cunt down over the gigantic rod to absorb more and more of its delightful bulk.
Outside the office, listening and watching intently, Lainie was sobbing with helpless ecstasy as her fingers dug into the silken gash between her legs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wanton orgasm, her passions ebbed, leaving her trembling and shaken by what she had done.
She focused her eyes on the two squirming bodies inside the office. Jimmy was laughing lewdly as he pulled his semen slickened cock out of Ginny's gaping cunt and fell against the desk in exhaustion. The redhead calmly reached down and began to finger out one more orgasm from her squish pussy, licking her lips with appreciation as the jolting climax rushed through her.
Then, after recovering their breath, they began dressing slowly, without haste Alarmed that she would be discovered, Lainie pulled her own hand out of her moisture-filled cunt and raced back into the outer office.
She was leafing through the magazine again when the door opened and the smiling couple came back into the cashier's office.
"Ready to go home?" Ginny asked in a throaty voice, a lewd, sultry smile on her pretty face. She looked completely satisfied and without a trace of shame or embarrassment.
"Y-y-yes," Lainie muttered, trying to avert her eyes, her face flushed with shame at the continued quaking in her pussy.
"See you ladies tomorrow morning, huh?" Jimmy laughed. "Shall I pick you up, Lainie?"
She shook her head furiously, hating him, wanting to kill him for making her feel this way. And if she would have had a gun at that moment, he would have been dead.
* * *
The next few days seemed to fly by for Lainie. Surprisingly, Jimmy acted almost as if she weren't there in the office of the gas station every day. He was polite, of course, but he made no move to repeat the obscene experience of that fateful first afternoon.
Lainie worked hard learning the business and becoming an efficient cashier. The other employees and the customers were friendly enough, but they sensed that she wanted no part of the crude bantering that Ginny allowed. Ginny drove her back and forth between her apartment and the gas station, but they were far from friends.
Hardest of all for the distraught young wife were the brief moments she spend in the visiting room of the jail with Carl. As the days slipped by with no hope of his quick release on bail, the young husband became embittered and whining, blaming Lainie for his troubles. She knew that it would do no good to protest that it simply wasn't true. Carl had his mind made up and nothing would change. Not even the news that she was working now made any difference in his attitude.
Plagued with her own obscene guilt, Lainie began visiting him only every other day, hating even those ugly confrontations. When Carl complained, she pleaded the press of work, knowing that he didn't accept her excuses.
She saw Hank Groggins only once in the next few days. The lecherous apartment manager was watering the lawn one morning when she came down to wait for Ginny to pick her up. He nodded at her, the bruise on his cheekbone obvious. But he said nothing when she appeared, shutting off the hose and quickly remembering a more important chore in some other part of the building.
Only the nights were pleasurable for Lainie. They were filled with wild, erotic, overwhelming sexual fantasies. She masturbated frequently now, strummed her damply churning cuntal flesh until her fingers were exhausted and her body had found release from the torrid desires that seemed to be building with each passing day.
At first she was puzzled by Jimmy's seeming indifference to her presence at the station. Then, as he continued to ignore her, she tried to find little ways to be alone with him. She was filled with deep shame and embarrassment at those moments, but she couldn't help herself. It was almost as if she were trying to force another sexual confrontation so that she could sneeringly reject him.
Ginny and Jimmy repeated their torrid lovemaking in the office, causing Lainie to go almost out of her mind with renewed jealousy and hatred for them both. And neither of them seemed to care that Lainie knew what they were doing, making things all that much worse for the emotionally drained young wife.
And then that fateful Saturday.
It was Jimmy's practice to close everything but the gas pumps on Saturdays, giving all the employees but one attendant the rest of the weekend off. There was nothing particularly generous in this. There were a few weekend customers at their downtown location, and Jimmy O'Brien had no intention of keeping a well-paid mechanic on duty with nothing to do.
Lainie could have taken the day off, but she preferred to stay and work that afternoon, hoping to go over the books and learn as much as she could without the pressure of a continual stream of customers interrupting her.
The afternoon went quickly and before she knew it, the time was almost six o'clock. The stupid young attendant was cleaning up the station in preparation for closing when the battered old sedan pulled in and came to a stop in front of the pumps.
"Gimme a buck's worth of gas," the hard-faced youth behind the wheel said to the attendant, his eyes taking in the whole area. It seemed obvious that no one else was about because, at that moment Lainie had gone to the restroom, leaving the office empty.
The youth waited until the gas had been delivered to the tank of the car, then got out and stretched his stocky, muscular young body.
"Want me to check under the hood?" the attendant asked in a bored voice.
"Nah, it's okay," the customer said, giving the entire area another quick visual check. He seemed satisfied as he reached into the pocket of his denim jacket while the attendant waited with outstretched hand.
The boy's eyes widened with alarm as he found himself staring down the barrel of a .38 caliber revolver instead of payment for the gas.
"W-w-what is this?" he asked in a fear-filled voice, his knees trembling violently.
"It's a stick-up, you moron!" he other youth snarled, returning the gun to his pocket where the barrel still pointed menacingly at the terrified attendant. "I'm going to say this just once and only once! I want all your cash ... every fucking nickel of it, you dig?"
The attendant nodded swiftly, his adam's-apple moving up and down furiously as he fought the nausea building in his stomach.
Jimmy O'Brien had a strict rule that everything taken in above fifty dollars for change was to go into a small wall safe on the station's front. On Monday morning the safe was opened and the money transferred into the cash drawer by Ginny.
"T-t-take it, man, take it all ..." the attendant said, his body shivering as he handed over the wad of bills from his pocket. "Hey, man, don't shoot me ... please, for chrissakes, don't shoot me!"
"Shut up!" the customer said, using one hand to quickly count the money he been given. His face hardened dangerously when he was finished. "What the fuck is this? There's only about forty bucks here!"
"It's all I got, honest to Christ!" the attendant squealed, certain that he was going to be killed at any moment. "The rest is over there in the safe ... it's locked up until Monday!"
The boy pointed at the narrow slit on the station wall. Instead of seeming disturbed by the news, the customer smiled cryptically and nodded.
"How much is in the safe?" he asked menacingly.
"A-a-about three hundred, I guess," the attendant yelped, feeling as if he were going to shit in his pants, trying desperately to control his bowels as the man stared at him.
"Okay, show me," the customer ordered viciously. "And no tricks, you asshole, or I'll blow your rotten head off!"
Lainie had come out of the toilet and was watching the two youths approach the office. Something looked wrong, but she didn't react quickly enough. Before she could move over to the silent alarm switch on the underside of her desk, the attendant was shoved into the office, with the man behind him.
The youth with the gun stopped when he saw Lainie frantically trying to reach under her desk. But it took him only a second to react.
"Hold it, you fucking cunt!" he screamed, pulling the gun out of his pocket again and aiming it at her head. "One fucking move out of either of you and, by God, I'll kill the fucking both of you!"
Horrified, Lainie's hands flew up into the air over her head as she had seen people do so often in movies and on television. It was hard for her to believe this was happening, but there was no doubt the youth meant what he said. His thick lips were curled in a sneering half-smile as he moved closer to her.
"What the fuck are you doing in here, bitch?" he demanded, keeping one eye on the shivering attendant at the same time.
"I-I-I w-w-work here," Lainie whispered in horror.
"Yeh? You know the combination to the safe?"
She shook her head violently, afraid that the youth wouldn't believe her. And then she blushed furiously as his eyes swept over her shuddering body, from the swollen mounds of her magnificent breasts, down across her flat stomach and hips, sweeping along her long, gorgeous legs. When he looked up finally, he was smiling obscenely.
"You know what, cunt?" he asked rhetorically. "I think you do know the combination!"
"No, I don't ... I-I DON'T!" Lainie shrieked, her voice rising hysterically.
The youth ignored her for a moment, turning his attention to the details of the two offices. The door to Jimmy's office was half-open, and he shoved it all the way in with the barrel of his gun and smiled when he found it empty, the sturdy little main safe sitting along the wall.
"Okay, we'll see what you know," he grunted, motioning Lainie and the attendant out into the service area. "Come on, move it before I get an itchy finger!"
He herded the two unwilling victims into a small broom closet at the back of the station, brutally shoving their trembling bodies together and slamming the door. There was a click as he snapped a padlock in the hasp.
The attendant began crying almost immediately, his body shaking against Lainie's. Despite her own feelings overwhelming terror, the young wife tried to calm the boy, holding him close and telling him that they would be alright.
It seemed like an eternity to them before there was the sound of footsteps coming back. In a moment the door was flung open and the bandit ordered the boy outside. He held a length of wire in his hand. Cautioning the youth to remain absolutely still, the hawk-faced robber tied the attendant's wrists and ankles tightly, then wrapped a greasy rag about his mouth and tied it behind his head.
"Okay, punk, now get back in there!"
Lainie was dragged out next. But instead of trussing her up as he had done the youthful attendant, the robber held tightly to her wrist and pulled her back into the cashier's office.
"No! Leave me alone!" she shrieked, struggling as hard as she could to get free. "Take what you want, but don't hurt me!"
"I ain't going to hurt you, bitch," he giggled insanely. "You and me is going to play a little game. If you know the answers to my questions you'll be okay. If not, well, that's your tough fucking luck!"
He shoved her down onto the floor, his eyes glistening with lewd appreciation as her legs flew open to reveal the creamy thighs and the crotch of her panties. She could see now that the bandit had moved his car away from the pumps and around to the back of the station. The 'CLOSED' sign was in the window.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she whispered, her voice filled with fear.
"Shut up and don't make a goddamned move, cunt!" he snarled, picking up a crowbar from the desk and jamming it against the inside of the wall safe. The safe wasn't very strong, and it came away from the wall after a few minutes of intense effort on the bandit's part. Gathering up the fluttering bills that fell to the floor, the youth stuffed them into his jacket pocket and turned his attention to the shivering woman on the floor. "Okay, that's part of it. Now let's go into the other office and you can give me the combination to that safe!"
"I told you, I don't know the combination!" she squealed, her voice trailing off into a scream of pain as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her golden hair and savagely jerked her along the floor into Jimmy's office. The youth slammed the door behind them, then jerked Lainie to her feet. "No ... please, no ... don't ... aaaagggghhhhh!"
He slammed her across the face as hard as he could, knocking her against the desk viciously. Horrible pain filled her back and lower body as she slumped down to the uncarpeted floor. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Using his other hand, he held her by the front of her sheer blouse and slapped her face again, leaving reddening welts along her cheek.
But suddenly the inevitable happened. The cloth of her cotton blouse gave way with a ripping sound and her swollen breasts were suddenly exposed to his lusting eyes.
"Goddamn, what a pair of tits!" he said aloud, licking his fat lips obscenely. "Hey, bitch, maybe I oughtta see the rest of you!"
She started to scream in protest, but he brought the palm of his hand up to close tightly over her mouth as his other hand cruelly ripped off her skirt and the remains of her blouse. -
She shivered in the cool air, her luscious flesh covered only by the skimpy bra and her white nylon panties. Desperately she sought to cover her crotch and breasts with her hands, but he knocked them away, grunting like an animal as he let go of her mouth and brought his mouth down close to her ear.
"One more fucking scream out of you and I'll slit your goddamned throat, cunt!" he warned, his cock starting to harden and throb painfully from the sight of the beautiful woman's almost naked body. "There's just you and me, bitch," he went on in the same threatening voice. "I can do what I want with you and nobody's going to help you!"
There was no longer any question what was in the brutal youth's mind. He was staring at her with a look of savage lust on his face. And his gigantic prick was jerking and pressing against the front of his dirty trousers as if the material would split at any moment. Suddenly Lainie was more terrified than she had ever been in her life. Hank Groggins had raped her, of course, but he had only been a lecherous old man who used his power over her for his own lascivious ends. And Jimmy O'Brien had forced her into adultery against her will.
But the moronic youth who stared obscenely at her helpless, vulnerable body now was something entirely different. He had the savage look of a killer about him, someone who wouldn't hesitate to brutalize her body and then snuff out her life without a qualm. She was certain that she'd never survive what he had in mind for her. Or, she thought with horrible bitterness and self-pity, that she would want to survive!
The youth's huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the defenseless girl on the floor. He wanted to stick his hard shaft of impatient male gristle into her cunt, imagining that it would be as soft and caressing as fucking into a vat of warm cream. His desire rising, he reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging outline beneath his trousers, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim.
"You like to fuck, bitch?"
Lainie felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her body at his foul language.
"ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!" he shouted down at her, saliva oozing out of the corners of his fat mouth.
She felt paralyzed by the shock of the robbery and the nightmarish thing the youth was planning for her now. Her mind was numb, almost past the point of being horrified.
"I ... I ..." she stammered helplessly.
"Say it, bitch, or I'll fix you good!" he screamed in a frustrated rage. "Tell me you like to get fucked! SAY IT!"
"I ... I ... like ..." her voice was barely audible.
"Louder, you miserable cunt!"
The violence of his command made her jerk with fear.
"I like to get ... to get ..." the words stuck in her throat as if frozen there, " ... to get fucked!" The horrible word was out now. "There! Is that what you wanted to hear? I like to get fucked ... I LIKE TO GET FUCKED!"
She was shouting hysterically now.
"FUCKED ... FUCKED ... FUCCKKEEEDDD!"
Realizing suddenly that she was shouting out the shameful lie, she buried her feverish face in her arms, trying to blot out his body from her eyes.
"That's better, bitch," he chuckled lewdly, moving nearer to her. She could smell the pungent masculine odor now, a combination of his own body smells and his dirty clothing. The overpowering odor almost made her faint. Leaning down, he grasped the straps of her bra and savagely tore the skimpy thing off her chest, tossing it into a corner, pushing her down on her back as his lewd lips closed quickly over her nakedly quivering breasts, licking and sucking like a pig at its eating trough.
Pinned down by his powerful body, the terrified young wife could only twist and writhe in a desperate attempt to get away from his greedy wet mouth.
Lainie's mind was a rushing torrent of conflicting thoughts. She was revolted and frightened by this repellent animal slavering over her like a sucking leech, but there was no question that her nipples were hardening erotically, the rubbery meat filled with electric tingles of pleasure. But then her mind was flooded with the shocking reality of what was happening, and she began to resist with all of her strength.
"Noooo ... NOOOOO!" she screamed, slashing at him with her fingernails. "LET ME GOOOOO!"
The sudden movement surprised the youth and she managed to slip from his grasp. Rising to a crouching position, she tried to scurry toward the door, but the brutal robber grabbed her roughly by her ankle and slammed her body down onto the floor again.
"No, you don't, cunt!"
He stood up between her and the doorway and unbuckled his tight, ragged pants. He yanked them down, suddenly exposing his naked cock to her horrified eyes. His huge, menacing prick was stiff as steel, jutting out like a baseball bat from between his dirty loins.
"Nice, huh?" he chuckled lewdly, seeing the look of disbelief on the woman's face. "You never seen a cock like this shake and jerk before, have. He grabbed his gigantic tool and began to shake and jerk it in front of her eyes, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the massive head that was throbbing with lust.
"What you got under those panties?" he asked crudely. Without waiting for an answer he bent down and ripped the flimsy white garment from her loins with a dreadful tearing sound.
"Mmmmmm ... nice and soft ..." he said excitedly, rubbing the material of her panties sensually over his huge cock, exciting the huge column even further.
While he was distracted momentarily Lainie tried to pull her legs together to conceal her nakedly defenseless cunt, but the brutal youth merely reached down and yanked them apart again.
"No you don't, bitch!" he ordered. "I want to see that sweet little cunt of yours!"
The beautiful young wife was shocked, overcome by a new and even greater wave of horror. She closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that confronted her. But the youth wasn't to be stopped.
"I said open 'em," he screamed, pulling her legs apart to reveal the trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit nestled beneath the softly curling golden pubic hair. "Yeh, that's more like it," he said with a horrible grin.
Lainie was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling this man's eyes glaring shamelessly at her nakedly gaping pussy was too much to bear, and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion and fear.
He saw the loathing on her face and this enraged him even more.
"So I disgust you, huh? You think you're too good for an asshole like me? You think I'm just a piece of shit, huh?"
"No ... no ..." she whimpered.
"That's what all the others thought, too!" he snarled. "But I showed 'em ... I showed 'em what a real man does to a good-looking piece of ass! They wasn't so fucking high and mighty when I got done with em!"
The youth was filled with uncontrollable rage now, thinking about the other girls and women who had rejected him only to feel his awful sexual wrath. He knew how to treat cunts like this ... knew exactly what to do to make them beg for mercy. The money in the safe was no longer important to him. Now he only wanted revenge for all the insults he had ever endured at a woman's hands.
"SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!"
"What?"
"I SAID SUCK MY COCK!" he screamed at her, waving the rigid, gigantic pole under her nose and making her want to gag. "You heard me, get your mouth wrapped around my prick and suck me off, baby! Maybe if you do a good job I won't kill you!"
Lainie shuddered violently as tears of terror spilled down over her cheeks. For a moment she thought she couldn't take the savage youth's cock into her mouth without losing her mind. But her will to survive was stronger than the shameful sense of depravity she felt. It was vile and disgusting-something that she'd always refused to do with Carl, but her life hung in the balance. Either she did as the youth ordered or she would die. It was that simple.
A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she allowed her lips to envelop the foul-smelling prick and began to suck tentatively on the blunted, hateful head. This was the height of depravity, she thought, her mind reeling with misery. But what choice did she have?
The youth growled with obscene satisfaction as he felt his pulsating prick slide wetly around in the softly yielding mouth of the terrified woman. He watched triumphantly with gleaming eyes as the girl, her body shivering, fighting down her desire to throw up, took the hard, swollen length all the way in her throat.
Enjoying the raw power he had over his helpless victim, he moved his naked hips and fucked his heavily pulsating cock-head in and out of her mouth, savoring the delicious feeling of her warm young lips nibbling and licking unwilling at the pole of dirty male flesh. He loved the feeling of his huge cock rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth, and of her tongue pressing against the underside of his gigantic rod. In and out he went, increasing his savage tempo as his corrupt and perverted passion mounted, exploring with wanton lewdness the interior of her warmly working oral cavern, twisting his pelvis lasciviously about in rhythm to her hesitant sucking motions.
Lainie gagged again, almost choking on the massive pole throbbing against the back of her throat. But it seemed the more she resisted him the worse it was for her. Maybe if I suck him faster, she thought irrationally, it'll be over sooner.
She began to suck with growing distaste, pulling her lips tight as the rubbery rod slid in and out of her stretched mouth.
"That's it, bitch," he laughed huskily, " ... suck it for me ... suck it real good!"
He gyrated his naked pelvis more obscenely against her lovely face, almost smothering the helplessly sucking woman. Feeling utterly degraded, she fought back her tears as the sadistic rapist towered over her.
I've got to go through with this to save my life! she screamed inwardly. No matter how perverted and sick it seems!
Unbelievably, as soon as she came to grips with the reality of the situation, her horrified fears seemed to diminish. Her body began to relax, and she was amazed to feel a warm, excited moistness seeping from between her legs. She was shocked to realize that she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her clitoris between her dilated cuntal lips and creating a building pressure that made her pussy throb uncontrollably. She had never done such a disgusting thing as take a man's prick into her mouth before and it boggled her mind to think that it could bring her pleasure between her legs. Experimenting obscenely, she realized that if she spread her legs very wide and bent them back, she could just barely reach her hand around to her clitoris, which already seemed hard and achingly erect.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the pulsating little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warmly wet sucking motions on the rapist's heatedly throbbing cock.
"Ooooohhhh," she sighed as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her moistly steaming cunt. Hungrily her wet mouth pulled on the swollen shaft of meat as her fingers worked feverishly now, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsating pussy. She had actually begun to enjoy her depraved act. She felt like a whore ... a slut ... yes, even a mindless slave to this hulking, obscene man.
"Oh, baby, that's good ... really good!" he grunted lewdly, thrusting more of his prick into the heated moisture of her oral cavern. "Man, where did you learn to eat cock that way?"
Swept away on an erotic torrent stronger than anything she had ever felt before, Lainie did as she was told. Her legs flailed wildly apart as her teasingly flicking fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was giving the robber.
He could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his swollen balls which bobbed and slapped lewdly against his victim's chin with every stroke into her now hungrily working lips.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh," he moaned, feeling the rapid approach of his orgasm. If this little bitch doesn't swallow every fucking drop of my come, he thought savagely, if she doesn't drink it all ... I'll kill the fucking cunt! To make sure that she wouldn't pull away at the last minute as some women did, he seized her head in both hands, holding her in position as he continued pumping wildly into her crimson mouth.
The young victim sucked furiously at his cock, drawing it deeply into her mouth. So aroused was she now that his precautions were unnecessary. Swept away by the novelty of the bizarre situation, she pulled and teased the huge organ without mercy.
She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. All of the events of the past week had combined to drive her over the edge into the nether world of wicked sexual pleasure. She had been raped twice-three times if she counted Jimmy O'Brien's attack on her-had committed adultery, had taken a man's prick into her mouth and sucked it as if it were delicious meat! And she had learned the pleasures of self-gratification! It was too much for her mind to take. There seemed no turning back now-no resuming her inhibited, up-tight lifestyle! She was shamelessly turned on by the overwhelming sensations of rapture spreading through her loins as she sucked and slobbered over the man's huge, thrusting prick! And she knew with a dreadful certainty that this wasn't the end-only the beginning for her!
Suddenly his pelvic gyrations became more intense and cruel. Lainie felt as though he would shove his wildly throbbing prick all the way down her throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his swarthy face. His breathing came in short, guttural grunts.
"Uh ... uh ... oh Jesus ... oh, baby, I'm conunmiiinnnggg!" he shouted. "Suck me, cunt ... suck me goooood!"
Suddenly Lainie felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his wildly jerking prick into her throat, the first in a maddening series that seemed like little explosions.
At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged. His juice tasted pungent and coppery, salty, sweet and disgusting. But then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly reached its peak. Her nakedly voluptuous body shook with waves of hot, throbbing pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as her desperately spasming pussy gushed out her own moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her gaping, quivering cuntal slit and caused her nearly to faint with ecstasy. In the galvanic release that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she had for swallowing the man's scalding male juices vanished completely. Instead, the gushing white semen that continued to pump furiously into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting seed with eagerly sucking lips while her own climax continued to mount with unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly and furiously up inside her cunt with her fingers.
"Mmmmmm ... ooohhhh ... aaaahhhh," she moaned in erotic frenzy as she continued to voraciously gulp down his wildly spurting juices.
"Eat it up, bitch!" the robber screamed down at her, his naked body glistening and bucking obscenely in the throes of his lurid, perverted climax. He drove his massive cock deeply into Lainie's throat, and she slavered over the draining hardness without protest.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the man drained the last of his scalding juice into her avidly sucking mouth. With a deep moan of satisfaction, he withdrew his softening rod from her lips and glared down at her triumphantly, reveling in the sense of power that he had exercised over the kneeling, humiliated woman.
Lainie felt her fingers linger in her moistly twitching cunt for a few minutes as her body rocked back and forth on her knees, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could scarcely believe the fantastic pleasure she had just experienced. Having - to suck his cock had been loathsome and horrible, but out of her terrible shame and degradation she had found something inside herself that she hadn't know existed: Even the vilest, most obscene sexual act could bring ecstasy!
"You still think you're so goddamned much better than me?" he sneered sarcastically down at her.
She shook her head, hating the man and loving his hard-driving prick at the same time. She had been horribly brutalized, driven to the brink of insanity by his awful, perverted lusts, and yet she had found herself reveling in the sensations of raw, animal pleasure they had brought her.
I must be crazy! she thought bitterly.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, the telephone rang!
The youth jumped, startled by the insistent ringing that echoed around the small office. Cautioning her not to try and reach the ringing instrument, he slipped his trousers back on quickly.
"Who in the fuck is that?" he growled finally.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, still kneeling in abject subjugation on the floor while he dressed.
The youth's wild eyes stared at the telephone for a few moments as his brain rocked with indecision. He still hadn't gotten the money from the other safe and the attendant's pocket. Should I stay and try to open the other one? he thought wildly. Suddenly he made his decision. He would get out of here as quickly as possible!
Grabbing the telephone wire, he ripped it savagely out of the wall, stopping the loud ringing sound. Then, grabbing the same spool of electrical wire he had used to truss up the attendant, he started to wrap it around Lainie's wrists.
His attention was distracted quickly, however, when a car pulled into the station and started to blow its horn for service.
"Goddamn!" the robber snarled, going over to the office door and opening it. He peered cautiously through the outer office window and saw the car. Still cursing, he moved back to Lainie and knelt down beside her. "Okay, bitch, this is trouble for you! If you make one sound ... do one goddamned thing to try and attract anybody's attention, I'll kill you, you dig?"
She nodded, terrified again.
The youth got up and went to the door, slipping on his jacket with the pistol in the pocket. "I'm splitting now, baby. Thanks for the bread and the groovy blow-job. You stay in here for fifteen minutes, dig? Then you can do whatever the fuck you want ... I'll be long gone!"
He was chuckling sadistically as he slammed and locked the door, then went out through the office toward the car that was still waiting by the gas pumps, the horn still sounding impatiently.
"We're closed, you asshole!" he growled at the elderly man behind the wheel. "Can't you read the fucking sign? Now get this fucking turkey out of here before I shove that horn up your ass!"
The car lurched forward quickly, the driver shaken by the youth's savage words. The bandit waited for a few seconds to make sure that the car didn't come back, then turned and walked calmly to his own car, got into it, and then drove slowly away, his prick still glistening with the warm moisture of his own sperm and Lainie's saliva.
The beautiful young wife had no intention of disobeying the orders she had been given. With one eye on the wall clock, she slipped into her panties, bra, skirt, and torn blouse. The thin blouse hung open where the buttons had been torn off, but she managed to hold it together with a safety pin.
Fifteen minutes later she found Jimmy's office key in his desk and opened the door, her whole body trembling violently with delayed shock. Moving slowly to the window, she looked out, terrified that she would see the rapist's car still sitting there. A great shudder of relief went through her as she realized that it was nowhere in sight.
For a moment she was tempted to press the silent alarm under the desk. That would bring several police cars swarming around the station, she knew, but she decided irrationally against that course of action. She had been degraded enough without having to go through the humiliating experience of reporting her own obscene mouth-rape. No, she would let someone else do the reporting of the hold-up. And nothing in the world would force her to reveal her own brutal subjugation at the sadistic rapist's hands.
Suddenly she remembered the pay telephone in the service bay area. Luckily the holdup man hadn't noticed her purse on the floor. She rummaged in it with trembling fingers and found a dime.
And she telephoned Jimmy O'Brien.
CHAPTER SIX
The next three hours were like a horrible nightmare to Lainie. Jimmy and Ginny arrived before the police did, and the hysterical young wife broke down completely at the sight of the gas station owner and the stunning young redhead. And suddenly the station was pandemonium as Jimmy and the police shouted questions at Lainie and the thoroughly terrified young attendant.
She screamed for them to leave her alone, begging to be allowed to go home to the privacy of her apartment where she could close out the awful things that had happened to her. But the badgering questions continued unabated until finally, unable to stand seeing Lainie tortured so cruelly, Ginny shouted at them to stop. Miraculously, the police then gave her permission to leave on the condition that she would go through mug-shots the next day and try to identify the robber. The detective in charge suspected that she had been raped, but since she refused to admit to the attack, he could do nothing.
Instead of taking her to her own apartment, the redhead drove Lainie to Jimmy O'Brien's house. When Lainie recognized the small bungalow, she began sobbing hysterically again, pleading and screaming that she wanted to go home. "Settle down, honey," Ginny said soothingly, desperately trying to calm the young wife. "I'm going to stay with you ... everything's going to be just fine, you'll see! Jimmy will be home as soon as he finishes with the cops and then we'll decide what's best for you."
When Lainie was settled in a steamy hot tub, Ginny sat on the toilet seat with a stiff drink in her hand and looked down in sympathy at her naked co-worker.
"What did that bastard do to you, honey?" she asked quietly, praying that Lainie wouldn't break down again.
"N-n-nothing," the young blonde stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame. "Please. Ginny, I don't want to talk about it!"
"It's better if you do, baby," Ginny whispered, still full of overwhelming sympathy for the young wife. They hadn't become friends in the week that they had been working together, and Ginny suspected that they probably wouldn't, but her heart went out to Lainie for what she had been through. "Come on, this is just between us two girls ... I'll never open my mouth to anyone else. Come on, honey, I swear to Christ I won't!"
And Lainie suddenly realized that she had to share the brutal experience with someone else. She would go crazy if she didn't. For too long she had bottled things up inside her, things that were gnawing away at her soul like cancer. Praying that she could find the words to express her own brutal degradation and shame, Lainie began.
There was a bizarre, eerie sense of detachment in the young wife's voice as she recounted her headlong plunge into the abyss of debauchery and violent sex. Ginny said nothing, sipping her drink and listening with mounting outrage at Lainie's tale of horrible degradation. The beautiful blonde left out nothing, revealing the most intimate details of her own feelings at being raped, seduced, and then forced to suck the gigantic cock of the slovenly bandit. Nor did she stumble over the awful revelations of her own feelings of mixed shock and ecstasy at the infamous acts that had been inflicted upon her luscious young flesh.
When it was over, when every ounce of emotional fortitude had been drained from her, Lainie lay in the tub with an expression akin to self-hatred on her lovely face, her whole body shaking with disgust at the perverted things she had made known about herself.
"My God!" Ginny said at last, her pretty face contorted with rage and sympathy. "Jesus Christ, I'd like to castrate every goddamned man in the world! You poor baby, I didn't have any idea!"
"I suppose you think I'm a real whore?" Lainie whispered, her face burning with shame. "It was just awful when that animal made me s-s-suck his ... his thing! I wanted to kill him, but at the same time I loved it!"
"Yen, I know the feeling," Ginny smiled sourly. "I hate myself every time I let a dude like Jimmy drive me half-crazy with his goddamned beautiful prick. But I always come back for more, honey ... and I can't get enough of it!"
Lainie stared glumly down at her naked breasts that seemed to be floating in the steaming water. It was hell being a woman, she thought bitterly. You're damned if you do, and you're damned even more if you don't! It was much easier being a man. Men were expected to try and fuck everything in skirts. And they didn't have to feel ashamed and degraded by their own genitals.
"Hey, I think I hear Jimmy's car," Ginny said, getting up from the toilet seat. "Listen, Lainie, I know we haven't exactly been close friends or anything like that, but I'd like to help you. I'm going to tell that rotten bastard Jimmy off for what he did to you. And I'm going to see to it that he doesn't ever try and screw you again!"
"Please, don't say anything to him!" Lainie cried out in alarm. "I couldn't bear it if he knew what happened to me! Swear you won't tell him ... swear it!"
Ginny considered the strange request, shaking her head in disagreement. Then, seeing that Lainie was on the verge of hysteria again, she surrendered.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, baby," she shrugged. "But I think you're making a mistake."
She turned to go, warning Lainie to stay in the bathroom until she got Jimmy out of the house again. Ginny had every intention of taking Lainie home as soon as Jimmy was told what kind of shape the beautiful young wife was in. It never occurred to her that he could be so inhuman as to want to compound her emotional and physical distress by trying to fuck her again.
And she was dead wrong.
Jimmy was pouring himself a glass of bourbon when Ginny came into the front room. He looked terribly happy with himself, not in the least like a man who had just been robbed.
"Hi, Ginny," he called out to the redhead. "Where's Lainie?"
"She's in the bathtub, Jimmy," Ginny said evenly, trying to control her anger at what he had done to the helpless woman. "Listen, she's in pretty bad shape, you know ... I'm going to run her home and stay with her tonight."
"In a pig's ass you are, baby!" he said smugly. "You're going down to the station and work on the books tonight."
"What for?"
"Because I want you to change them to show that we took in an extra three grand last week, that's why," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. "I told the cops we lost thirty-five hundred to that punk that stuck up the station. And that's what I'm going to report to the insurance company. You've got to make the books match, understand?"
"You greedy bastard!" she exploded. "And just what are you going to be doing while I'm gone? I'm not letting you touch that poor girl again. You and that prick landlord and that guy this afternoon already fucked her over enough!"
His eyes narrowing dangerously, his lips set in a hard line, Jimmy moved over to the redhead and set his bourbon down on a table. Then, glaring at her menacingly, he reached out with one hand and grabbed her arm, twisting it tortuously up behind her back until she was shrieking with agony.
"Let me go ... oooohhhh, that hurts ... Jimmy, for God's sake, you're breaking my arm!"
"I'll break your fucking neck if you don't get out of here and quit trying to queer my pussy, you bitch!" he snarled at her. "When you get done with the books you're welcome to come back and join the party if you want ... I've got a couple of friends coming over who'd love to screw that tight little pussy of yours! But don't you ever try to tell me what to do, cunt!" He gave her twisted arm another vicious wrench, almost tearing it out of the socket. "You dig, bitch? Huh, you dig?"
Ginny moaned from the excruciating pain as tears of agony welled up in her eyes and splashed down over her cheeks. She had never seen Jimmy O'Brien this way before, never even suspected the sadistic, cruel aspect of his personality. And she could see that he meant every word he said.
Suddenly he let her go and she fell to her knees, her lips contorted with misery and pain. She nodded up at him, afraid of what he might do if he got any angrier with her. Her heart sunk at the thought of letting the helpless young wife be subjected to his barbaric sexual cruelties, but what choice did she have? No matter how much she felt sorry for Lainie, she had to do what was best for her own ass! she thought bitterly.
"Now get out of here, cunt!" he sneered, picking up his drink again. "And be back as soon as you can! I'm not asking you baby ... I'm telling you now! Go on, get your cunt out of my sight, I've got a lady waiting for me!"
He chuckled mirthlessly, massaging the swollen lump at his groin as she got unsteadily to her feet and went toward the door. Ginny reached the door just as a car drove up. Her eyes widened with shock as she saw Paul Black and Charlie Forester, two crude, obnoxious friends of Jimmy O'Brien from the Four Aces, get out of the front seat and drag Marge Comstock out of the back of the car. The overweight, bleached-blonde waitress was giggling drunkenly as she tried to grab at the men's genitals.
"For God's sake, Jimmy," she said in alarm, turning back to her employer, "you're not going to let those two animals touch her, are you? They're crazy, both of them! Look, if they want to fuck somebody, let them screw me! But, please, Jimmy, not Lainie!"
"I'm not going to tell you again, bitch!" he roared, clenching his fist menacingly and shaking it at her. "Don't worry, you're going to get all the cock you can handle as soon as you get back. The party'll still be going strong if you hurry."
More depressed and frightened than she had ever been in her life, Ginny pushed her way past the lewdly struggling trio who were coming in the front door. In a moment her car roared to life and she raced off toward the gas station.
"Come on in, folks," Jimmy grinned obscenely. "Have a drink and make yourself comfortable while I go get the guest of honor." He paused and laughed as Marge Comstock fell drunkenly to her knees in front of Charlie Forester, her fingers fumbling at his fly, her lips already smacking together in erotic anticipation of the prize beneath his trousers.
"Is that sexy little wife of Carl's as tight a piece of ass as you promised us?" Paul Black asked, fondling his own throbbing spear with his fingers. "Man, I used to get a hard-on just thinking about splitting her cunt with my rod!"
"You won't be disappointed," Jimmy replied, his own hot arousal at a fever pitch. "No, you won't be disappointed at all!"
He turned and strode rapidly toward the back of the house where Lainie was just finishing her bath.
Lainie had heard the voices in the front of the house, but she had mistaken the sounds for the television set playing. She dried her soft, wet flesh, rubbing the towel sensuously over her swollen breasts and feeling the rough material tickling her ripe nipples and sending exquisite little sensations of pleasure surging through her. Then, blushing prettily at her own wanton behavior, she moved her hands down to the creamy gap between her legs, lewdly remembering the intensity of her orgasm when she had been forced to suck the robber's turgid cock. For a moment she was tempted to thrust her fingers up into the fluted lips of her pussy and search out the tingling bud of her clitoris. Every nerve in her body screamed out for a repeat of the delirious pleasure she knew she could bring herself, but she hesitated, feeling shamefully wicked for wanting to masturbate at a moment like this.
No, she thought to herself as she forced her hands to behave, Ginny will drive me home and then I can be alone with my crazy sexual fantasies. She prayed that Jimmy wouldn't try and stop her, wouldn't want to inflict his thrilly cruelties upon her helpless body again. All she wanted now was the sheltering privacy of her apartment and the smothering darkness that would hide her lascivious acts.
Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and the obscenely grinning Jimmy O'Brien was devouring her naked flesh with his lust-filled eyes.
Horrified, Lainie grabbed up the discarded towel again and tried to wrap it around her nakedness. "Get out of here!" she screamed in protest, enraged that Jimmy wouldn't have consideration for her after what she had been through. Suddenly she remembered Ginny. The redhead had offered to help her, she thought in desperation. "GINNY! GINNY!" she screamed, wondering where the girl was.
"Ginny left about five minutes ago," Jimmy leered, unzipping his trousers and withdrawing his thickly muscled cock, already swollen with lusty anticipation. "She won't be back for a long, long time."
"What do you want?" Lainie asked, shivering with fear as she tried to back away from him.
"Oh, nothing much, baby," he chuckled lewdly, stroking his gigantic cock. "Just a quick blow-job, that's all! You and that stupid creep down at the station cost me a bundle today," he lied. "And I'm going to take it out in ass, honey! Now you get your sweet lips around my prick and suck me ... suck me until I empty my load in your mouth!"
Lainie's brain reeled at his horrible words. Her whole being was aghast at the lewd demand. But her eyes were riveted to the throbbing monstrosity between his legs, one part of her praying that he wouldn't carry out this hideous crime upon her, another part of her pleading for more of the wild and thrilling ecstasy she had found in the criminal's throbbing cock. No! she shrieked silently. I won't do it! I won't! She had been weak before, had allowed her perverted altar-ego to take control of her mind and body. But it wouldn't happen again-never! She had had enough of evil, horny males to last a lifetime. All she wanted now was the rapture of her own fingers milking out the solitary pleasures she had discovered between her creamy thighs.
"No! I won't ... I won't ..." she squealed, suddenly shrieking in pain as he grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and forced her down in front of him. "OOOOOWWWW! You're hurting me!"
"I said suck it, cunt!"
Jimmy O'Brien shoved her face harshly, right into his loins. Lainie could smell the familiar pungent male odor that arose from his massive cock, and she was more determined than ever now to fight the demons that raged inside her.
"I can't ... I can't ..." she screamed at him.
"I SAID SUCK IT!"
There was no way out, she knew. Despite her firm resolution to deny him this lewd pleasure the bulbous, ruddy head of his long cock was swaying in front of her eyes like a hypnotizing snake, drawing her nearer, enticing her, once again making her sex-crazed body defy her mind. She tightened her mouth in fear, refusing to allow the vile male meat to penetrate her mouth, making one last determined effort to stop this sadistic attack.
Suddenly Jimmy grabbed a handful of the long blonde hair which had been twisted into a loose bun atop her head. He gave a vicious twist, sending excruciating pain through her scalp.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she yelped helplessly. "All right ... I'll do it ... just don't hurt me anymore, please!"
Her face was filled with shame once again as she was forced to reach out and pull back the soft foreskin of his prick and expose the pulsing red knob. She shivered as her lips closed timidly around the huge, rubbery tip, filling her with terrible thoughts of how weak she was.
Jimmy moaned as he felt her softly wet lips take the head of his cock into her warm mouth. He jutted his hips forward, holding her by the head as she knelt on the bathroom floor and slobbered her tongue and lips over the lust-thickened prick.
"Harder," he snarled, gripping her hair viciously. "Suck it harder!"
Responding to his commands obediently, she began to suck his impatiently jerking cock with more force as he moved back and forth above her, swinging his hips lewdly, each movement sending more of the heated shaft into her throat. Lainie tried to fight down the tingling sensations of warm pleasure between her creamy thighs, tried to deny the tingles of lust that were spreading outward through her loins. Once again she was being brutalized in the most degrading fashion possible. She couldn't understand how any normal woman could find excitement and pleasure in this perverted act. Yet it was, once again, having just that effect.
She licked and sucked at his hot, hard flesh, trying to please him as best she could, despite her abject misery and sense of self-loathing. She could feel the pulsating veins along the underside of the pole of meat, and she nearly choked when he savagely rammed his prick far into her warm oral cavern again and again. I can't fight it, she thought bitterly, what's the use? She hadn't wanted this, had fought as hard against it as she could. Yet here she was once again kneeling in subjugation before a vicious male, her mouth stuffed with cock, her cunt aching for release. And something was definitely happening to her once again. A wave of savagely hot delight surged through her dilated pussy lips, up into her damply quivering cunt, out through her quaking belly and thighs. She suddenly began to feel very sexy and provocative again, consumed by the overwhelming sexuality he had unleashed in her. With mounting excitement, Lainie worked over his long fleshy tool with eagerly smacking lips. What had been revolting and loathsome only a few moments before now began to take hold of her with demonic force, blotting out everything but the brutal need to be tortured so rapturously like this. Her whole body began to palpitate and he heart beat wildly against her chest. She was no longer fighting him-now she was willing-even greedily-sucking at the hot column of flesh, growing wilder every moment, wanting more of him inside her mouth, wanting to devour the pulsating cock that pounded into her with such fury.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as he began to pump his hips back and forth faster and faster, his body trembling with lust at this latest conquest. There had never been any doubt in his obscene mind that he would have her sucking his cock, but the rewards were sweeter for having waited this long for the exquisite experience.
He shivered as she slid her mouth off his prick and grasped the swinging sacs of his heavy testicles, holding them for a moment before sucking them into her mouth and licking at the pulsing flesh without mercy. She couldn't get enough of him. She wanted his cock and his balls in her mouth at the same time. With a deep groan of frustration, she spit out his aching testicles and rammed his heavy prick far into her warmly sucking mouth again, abandoning herself shamelessly to the obscene act.
Lainie was trembling violently from the fury of her aroused sexuality. She was lost now, beyond the reach of her conscious mind, a sucking, licking madwoman. As Jimmy's cruelly plunging strokes became more furious, so did her sucking become more greedy. All she wanted to do now was to lose herself in the ecstasy of the delicious male meat overwhelming her.
And her hand quickly jammed down into the gap between her quivering thighs, searching out the fluttering pussy-lips, digging and probing for the incredibly excited nub of her clitoris, gasping with delight as she found the little bundle of nerve endings and began strumming it crazily.
Suddenly, all too quickly for either of them, his cock seemed to expand to gigantic proportions and a thick blast of hot male sperm filled her mouth as her own throbbing cuntal walls seemed to blow apart from the intensity of her orgasm. She gulped at his male juices, sucking and pulling at his hard cock with tightly compressed lips, wanting to die from the overwhelming rapture of her own violently satisfying spasms.
She was devouring every inch of his prick now, gulping hungrily at the flowing lava of his scalding semen, mewling and moaning around the prick stuffing her mouth as another burst of pleasure erupted from her own loins.
When it was finally over, Lainie felt the old sensations of guilt and shame again. She let his limp prick slip out from between her lips, feeling an obscene string of male sperm draw out and then come to rest against her furiously fevered cheek.
"Are you satisfied now?" she whispered up at her tormentor. "Is there anything more you want to do with me?"
Jimmy only laughed at the bitter words.
"Yeh, as a matter of fact there is, bitch," he said with a wide, lewd grin. "I invited some friends over to share our little party. Come on, I want you to meet them."
Lainie couldn't believe she had heard right. She screamed, struggling against the strong grip that suddenly enclosed her wrist and jerked her up off the floor.
The sight that greeted Lainie when she was dragged kicking and screaming into the front room etched itself forever on her reeling mind. The fat waitress was on her hands and knees on the floor, her dress thrown up over her buttocks, exposing her fat rump and upturned, hairy cunt. In front of her, the thin man named Paul Black was kneeling on the floor with Marge's head between his hands, his huge, glistening cock thrusting and lunging in and out of the woman's wildly sucking mouth. Behind her, also kneeling, Charlie Forester obscenely massaged the gaping red cuntal wound with one hand while, with the other, he sawed two fingers into the hairless little opening of her anus.
Shocked by the wildly pornographic scene being played out on the floor in front of- her, Lainie watched with mounting horror, listening to the loud slurping sound that Marge's lips and tongue made around the turgid pole of meat fucking into her head, and the equally disgusting noises lips and tongue made around the turgid pole of meat fucking into her head, and the equally disgusting noises that Charlie's fingers made as they squished in and out of the blowzy, sex-crazed woman's asshole.
"Oh, my God!" Lainie finally managed to cry out, gasping with pain from the vise-like grip of Jimmy's strong fingers on her bruised wrist. "What are they doing to that woman? Stop them ... you've got to stop them!"
Jimmy chuckled at the naive words.
"Stop them?" he giggled. "Shit, old Marge would kill me if I tried to pull her off that cock she's sucking! And I wouldn't blame Charlie and Paul if they did the same!"
Lainie sobbed aloud as she tried to tear her eyes away from the lurid sight of the two men poling and pawing at the fat woman with their cocks and hands. It seemed almost surrealistic, like the bizarre fantasies she'd experienced when she masturbated. Startled, she found her cunt growing warm and tingly from the incredibly sexy scene. An unnatural craving was building deep from inside her pussy and spreading through her thighs and belly, and Lainie knew instinctively that she had to flee this evil house now or her body would yield once again to the wanton fires of her own building lust.
But before she could pull her wrist free, Jimmy yanked her body against his, holding her naked flesh tightly, squirming his huge cock into her quivering pussy-mound. She tried to fight him, but the way his chest ground against her nipples and made them hard and aroused, the way he sensuously filled her now burning cunt with ecstatic sensations with his cock, the arrogant way he bent his head to search out her lips-all these made the defenseless young wife a helpless pawn to his obscene desires.
"No ... no ..." she moaned as his lips closed hungrily on hers and he continued to grind his throbbing prick into her naked groin. Surrendering to the wicked man's overwhelming power over her, Lainie let him thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on the warm, raspy flesh as eagerly as she had sucked on his cock a few minutes before. And for a long while she seemed to float unconsciously on the brink of rapture as he held her tightly and filled her with the most incredible sensations possible.
Suddenly she was startled back to reality by another voice.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Charlie Forester cried out, seeing the totally naked young wife in Jimmy O'Brien's arms, watching the sensuous movements of their bodies as they clung together, watching their tongues duel. The excited man yanked his fingers out of Marge Comstock's asshole and stood up shakily. His huge prick hung outside his fly, half-hard. He immediately reached down and began to massage the rubbery flesh as he moved closer to where Jimmy and Lainie stood.
The beautiful blonde pulled away from Jimmy and tried to cover her breasts and cunt with her hands, her face burning with new shame. Although she had been subjected to the most inhuman treatment in the past days, this was by far the worst. She was now shamefully reduced to a naked slut in front of a wildly obscene group of strangers. Her voluptuous young body shivered under the lewd stare of Charlie Forester, and she felt dirty and debased beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
"You like her?" Jimmy asked, yanking her hands away from her shivering body. "How'd you like to fuck that tight little cunt, Charlie?"
"You mean it, Jimmy?" the drunken man asked in a hoarse, sex-charged voice. "You really mean it?"
"Me next," Paul Black called out, pumping his hips furiously as his massive cock continued to split the lips of Marge Comstock. "Hey, man, I'll be through here in a minute! I want some of that pussy, too!"
"You both get sloppy seconds," Jimmy laughed. "First she's going to get some of my cock!"
Lainie screamed loudly and raced toward the door. Before she got four steps, Jimmy and Charlie caught up with her. She fought them as furiously as she could, kicking and shoving at them with her feet and fingernails as Jimmy picked her up around the waist and carried her back to the center of the room.
He shoved her down onto the floor a few feet away from where the madly-sucking waitress continued to devour the prick that was slicing in and out of her mouth. Then, menacing the horrified young wife with his clenched fist, Jimmy knelt down beside her, jerking her long legs apart so that her creamy cuntal slit was exposed to everyone's lewdly-staring eyes.
"I want you to get her good and hot for me, Charlie," Jimmy ordered, taking Lainie's hands and pulling them up over her head. "Lick her pussy and get it nice and juicy for my prick! Go on, you moron, don't you want to eat her out?"
She shrieked out her protest, kicking and struggling, tugging desperately to free her arms. But it was useless. She might as well have been chained to the floor. Gripped with terror, Lainie squeezed her legs closed. Her body twisted wildly as she tried to squirm away from Charlie Forester's body lowering itself down toward her unprotected cuntal slit.
Charlie looked like some demon out of Hell itself, his unshaven face contorted with lust, his eyes glistening obscenely, his fat lips making little sucking sounds in anticipation of the ripe pussy-meat he was about to eat.
"No ... please ... I beg you ... DON'T ... NOOOOO!" Lainie screeched as she felt the man's hands pulling her knees apart once again. She closed her eyes to shut out the horrible image of his face. Then, despite herself, she heard a soft moan coming from her own lips as Charlie's wet mouth touched the slit of her nakedly quivering pussy.
Electric charges of pleasure shot through her naked loins and cunt as his tongue parted the sensitive pussy-like lips like warm butter, and then began a slow, tantalizing probing of the entire slickened plane of her upturned vagina.
For a moment she surrendered completely to the joy his tongue sent rippling into her loins. She lay still, sobbing softly, her pinioned arms limp. Then, burning with shame at her wanton actions, she spread her thighs wider, planting her feet solidly on the floor so that she could arch her trembling hips to meet the demanding tongue that was turning her into a quivering mass of molten pleasure. Undulating her pelvis wildly, humping her buttocks upwards as his tongue darted like the tongue of a lizard in and out of the soft, velvety folds of her womanhood, she felt his hands slide beneath her, seizing the flesh of her tender buttocks, guiding her movements to suit his own erratic rhythm.
Hopelessly lost now, the lust-maddened young wife tugged at her arms and found a strange, engulfing security in the knowledge that she couldn't break free, that she was completely at the mercy of the two disgusting men. She told herself that it wasn't her fault, that she had to lie there and let the fat man lick and suck at her pussy. That accomplished, she began to moan and whimper softly, urging him on, silently writhing and twisting to pull in the tongue that seemed to dig deeper into her jelly-like cuntal flesh.
"Christ, look at her go!" Jimmy laughed lewdly, his prick beating and throbbing against his thigh as he watched his victim being helplessly turned on. "Hey, Marge, you want to finish this job for me?"
The drunken blonde had managed to bring Paul Black to a shattering climax with her tongue and lips. She sat on her haunches now, a slow smile playing across her face as she watched the pretty woman being brought to the point of sexual delirium by Charlie's tongue. She was only vaguely aware that the naked blonde stretched out on the floor was Carl Harper's wife, but it made no difference at any rate. She was filled now with a desperate need to suck anything-cock or cunt-and she licked her lips happily and nodded her head.
"Sure, honey, I'm ready," she called out to Jimmy, crawling over to where Lainie lay.
Charlie Forester was reluctant to leave the honey-pot between Lainie's wildly twisting thighs, but he knew how Jimmy could turn into a raging maniac when he didn't get his way. He allowed himself to be shoved out of the way by Marge. Moving back to a position where he could watch every pornographic detail of the torrid mouth-fucking the girl was about to receive from the waitress, he began to finger his cock lewdly.
Lainie wasn't aware that the face poised now between her saliva-smeared legs was that of the fat woman. Nor did she open her eyes when she felt the long tongue dip down into her glistening cuntal-wound and begin sucking. It seemed to her that nothing had ever felt so good as this liquid, limber tongue slipping wetly in and out of her widely-splayed cunt; as the moist lips caressing her straining, ecstasy-filled clitoris. Her legs spread out wider and, using her arms for leverage, she jack-knifed her knees up high and pressed them back hard against her lewdly flattened breasts, groaning as the flesh dug into her sensitive little nipples. She wanted her cunt to be opened as far as it would for the probing tongue that was making love to her.
"Juice up her asshole a little bit!" Jimmy called out to Marge, winking at her when she looked up at him and smiled.
Dropping her tongue and lips from Lainie's gaping cunt, Marge grazed them lightly over the puckered anus between Lainie's shuddering buttocks, sending a shocking wave of pleasure surging through the tiny hole. Then there was a warmly wet sensation as Marge deposited a tongue-load of saliva on her rectal opening.
A strange, masochistic wildness had taken over the writhing woman's body as she lay, spread-eagled and helpless before the three men and the blonde waitress. She ground her hips up in lewd abandonment, wanting desperately for the delicious sensations in her cunt and asshole to continue. Suddenly nothing mattered but the pleasure and the demand for more pleasure that filled her loins and sent tremors of sexual delirium over every inch of her nakedly humping flesh. There was nothing else in the world except her need to be satisfied, her demanding desire to have the raging fires of her insane passion gratified at last.
"Suck her ... lick that little asshole and get it nice and wet for me!" Jimmy cried out loudly. "Go to it, Marge, eat her up ... stick that fucking tongue all the way up inside her bottom!"
Marge willingly did as she was ordered, probing the puckered hole, then squirming the tiny pink tip of her tongue a fraction of an inch up inside the rubbery rectum. Lainie's body seemed out of control now. Her thighs spastically opened and closed on Marge's eagerly questing head, her hot pussy juices flowing out onto the woman's forehead as the waitress sent another inch of her tongue inside the wantonly twisting canal.
Lainie didn't know what was happening to her and she didn't care. It was enough that she was being brought to the absolute peak of sexual ecstasy. Her belly began to rise and fall and her head flailed from side to side on the rug. Every movement of her twisting body sent the scalding tongue deeper into her backside and she loved it!
And then, suddenly, it was over.
Jimmy released her hands and grabbed Marge's hair, shoving cruelly with the palm of his hand on the sucking woman's forehead.
"That's enough, you cock-sucker!" he screamed, almost out of his mind with lust. He could hear Lainie begging for the maddening tongue-fucking to continue, but he ignored her pleas.
"Get over on your stomach, cunt!" he demanded. When Lainie didn't move fast enough to suit him, he brutally grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her over onto her belly.
She lay there like that for a moment, praying that someone would shove something into her cunt soon and quench the holocaust that was threatening to consume her.
"You want it now, bitch?" Jimmy taunted, pulling her trembling legs apart and getting between them. "Go on, beg me for it!"
"Please, for God's sake fuck meeeee ..." she squealed, rising up on her hands and knees and wriggling her upturned cunt back at him. She felt the hardness of. his gigantic cock against her thigh and the sensation it caused made her groan with helpless delight. "Oh yes, do it ... make me come ... fuck me ... fuck meeeee!"
He brushed his hand lightly over her tortuously trembling cunt, causing the terrible desire and frustration that gripped her. to flare wildly.
As he crouched behind her, Jimmy's cock grew thicker and monstrously longer. It jerked lewdly at the sight of the writhing woman's helplessly exposed cunt and asshole. Chuckling obscenely, he grabbed both the subjected wife's ankles and forced them outward harshly, splaying her legs wide apart.
"Here it comes, baby," he cried out, running his hands greedily over the long, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her soft inner thighs to the moistened and churning wound of her pinkly glistening-cunt. Then, growling with excitement as the others urged him on, he ran the edge of his hand down the smoothly yielding crevice of Lainie's buttocks, parting them widely so that her tiny puckered asshole was clearly visible to them all.
Suddenly Lainie realized with mounting terror what the man had in mind for her and she reacted wildly, trying to pull away from him.
"Hold her, for Christ's sake!" Jimmy cried out to no one in particular. In a moment the man named Paul Black grabbed her shoulders and held her tightly while Jimmy leered down at the cowering, horrified girl and pressed his thumbs into the nakedly pliant flesh of her bottom.
Lainie knew that resistance only meant pain and that it was better for her to surrender and let him spread her asscheeks as far apart as he wanted. In front of her she could see Paul's limp cock glittering with the fat waitress' saliva, and she shuddered with misery.
"NNNOOOOO!" she screamed as she felt Jimmy's out-stretched middle finger intrude harshly up into the tight rubbery opening of her buttocks. She was humiliated to the very depths of her soul. Pressing herself down against the floor, she tensed her firm white buttocks to escape the finger that was worming relentlessly up into her rectal depths, but her resistance was futile, for he savagely jammed it in all the way to the first knuckle
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!" she gasped pitifully, clenching her cheeks together as tight as she could and trapping his hand between the desperately resisting mounds.
"Open it, bitch!" he commanded brutally, slapping her harshly on her nakedly clenched buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all his strength with the other until his finger broke through the desperate, but useless, resistance of her rectal muscles and sunk in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and then, in piteous submission, relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wanted.
As he worked his finger around mercilessly into her abused little anus, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other hand in preparation for ass-fucking the defenseless young woman spread-eagled on the floor beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge mushroom head, then aimed the long, thick organ directly at the tightly puckered hole", now partially stretched from the merciless rotation of his stiffened middle finger.
He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing her finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of saliva on her anus to moisten it further and to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward while the others cheered, pressing the whole of his body onto her back while his massively pulsating cock slid along the slightly moistened crevice until the tip of it rested heavily against the tiny, nakedly throbbing hole of her anus. Then, levering himself up he pulled her hips upward until she was kneeling before him, his swollen cock pressed tight against the vainly clutching opening as he mercilessly bore down on her, forcing the huge spongy heard forward cruelly into her tortured anal opening.
"AAAAAIIIEEEE!" she screeched, feeling the horrible pain shooting through her whole lower body. Her futilely resisting rectum was being torn apart by the savage thrust of his brutal cock, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was his slave, her naked young body was his to use and abuse as lewdly and obscenely as he wished.
Charlie Forester watched with hungry eyes as Jimmy's unrelenting cock burrowed further into the tightly resisting ring of rectal flesh which clasped tightly around the tip of the man's massive cock like a cruelly stretched rubber band. Charlie felt his prick throbbing and pulsing with wild desire, and he looked over at Marge Comstock and motioned for her to come nearer. The blowzy waitress came immediately, sensing what was on Charlie's mind. Her mouth was already ovalled and ready as she crawled over the space that separated them, and enclosed his stiff prick in her warmly sucking mouth.
"OOOOOHHHH! DON'T ... NO ... NO, PLEASE ... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEE!" Lainie shrieked helplessly as his massively swollen prick finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully cringing depths of her rectum. Then there was a slight hissing noise around her widely stretched anal lips; miraculously it was sunk all the way in to the hilt. She jerked spastically for a moment and then froze in her helplessly kneeling position to try and ease the excruciating pain of the cruel and complete filling of her tightly stretched little rectum. It was useless to resist any further, as each movement of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny rubbery cavern to greater and more painful dimensions of torture. Besides, she thought in desperation, the deed was done now. He was sunk all the way up inside her. There seemed nothing else to do but let him have his way. Maybe it would only take a few brief moments to have his will if she tried not to fight it.
"Damn, it's tight!" Jimmy grunted, reaching down and grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands and pulling her even higher up on her knees, bending her subserviently twisted body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her painfully stretched rectal opening, long smooth strokes, bringing ever greater moans of protest and humiliation from her lips each time he thrust forward.
In front of her, Paul Black stroked his hugely swollen cock with one hand as he held her shoulders with the other. He was desperate now to join in the orgy. Everyone else was getting sexual ecstasy but him, and he wasn't about to be left out of the obscene party.
"Hey, Jimmy, turn her on her back on top of you so I can fuck that hot little pussy while you fuck her ass!" he demanded lewdly, his eyes glittering with lust.
"Sure, man," Jimmy chuckled, locking his hands tightly to Lainie's pain-filled hips, rolling to the side, pulling her over and backwards with him so that she now lay back on top of him. His heatedly throbbing cock was still embedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay full-length on his stomach and chest.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she screeched in horror as Paul Black pulled her legs even further apart so that they dangled over Jimmy's legs, her pinkly pulsing young cunt helplessly exposed just above the long thick pole of Jimmy's cock stuffing her asshole. "Nooooo, you can't ... you can't!"
He ignored her piteous pleas, grasping his painfully throbbing cock and guiding it swiftly to the moistly throbbing opening of the captive young wife's defenselessly spread little cunt, and with a sudden deep-throated grunt he rammed forward with all of his brutal strength, sending his long hard cock deep inside her already cock-filled belly.
"EEEEEKKKK!" she screamed in excruciating pain as the heatedly pulsating cock slithered into her cunt to join the hard male organ buried far up inside her burning rectal depths.
Lainie lay moaning and sobbing hopelessly from the pain and almost unbearable shame of being sandwiched between two males, one of them a total stranger, impaled between their hotly throbbing pricks like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her asshole and cunt to separate the two viciously imbedded instruments of torture.
Paul began immediately to fuck into Lainie's wetly throbbing pussy, excited nearly to the bursting point after watching Jimmy's cruel rape of the woman's asshole. He fucked into her with hard, frenzied strokes while Jimmy, beneath, began thrusting up with equally cruel force into the depths of her ass. It took a few moments, but then they developed a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. She was groaning and whining as they ground into her from below and above with increasing force.
The young wife's loins were stretched wide by the two thick male rods, and she was sure that she had reached the lowest point of degradation that any woman had ever had to endure. Every inch of her body throbbed with stinging, torturous pain. She felt drowned in humiliation, simply one great mass of abused and cruelly ravaged female flesh.
But then, from deep in her loins, as the two men fucked her cunt mercilessly, a totally alien sensation began to grow, and faint shocks of unwanted pleasure grew stronger and stronger with each viciously ramming stroke. It seemed to extend to every part of her tortured young body. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with ecstasy, and every nerve-ending in her body came alive with rapturous sensations of masochistic delight, sweeping away all the pain and degradation and leaving her moaning helplessly for more of the brutal torture.
She was loving it! Reveling in it!
Being raped in the ass and cunt by two fiendish men, and yet she was overwhelmed with pleasure!
Lainie hardly had time to comprehend the full meaning of this insane turn of events as an overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body, obliterating completely the humiliation and burning shame of being fucked like this. It mingled with last vestiges of the horrible pain she had experienced, then shook her with a deeply thrilling sense of savage animal excitement. She loved it, and, as the rapturous feelings grew, she began to moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing her cock-ravaged body between the two fucking men like a crazed whore.
A raging hurricane of pleasure swirled up from the depths of her helplessness, and the realization of her lewd position, shameful only moments before, now charged her with savage sexual excitement. Her hips began to move eagerly backwards to meet the brutal up thrusting of Jimmy's rigidly knifing cock, and then forward again to swallow the whole of Paul Black's thickly plunging prick. She undulated wildly between the two hairy male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving against them. She was free! Free at last from the shackling inhibitions which had plagued her all of her life. Now there was only sex and pleasure-pure, raw, animal delight that she loved!
The two men fucked into her savagely, wilder and wilder in their strokes now, urged on by her obvious delirium. All three of them groaned in bestial excitement and howled with ecstasy as the heated debauchery continued.
Lainie was out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began sobbing as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of lusty excitement. Then, without warning she was coming ... coming uncontrollably, and her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that drove her nearly incoherent with delight. She screamed over and over, her eyes rolling upwards in her head and her wantonly writhing body delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior.
Her desperate climax acted like a powerful aphrodisiac for the two men, giving them new strength and determination. The two massively inflated cocks became charged with raw, masculine power as they fucked her from above and below, searing the twin channels of her loins like mighty cannons, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of this ravishingly beautiful creature pressed hotly between their lust-driven bodies.
"OH ... OH ... OH JESUS! I'M COMING!" Paul shouted suddenly, his sperm-bloated balls erupting under the incredible pressure of her churning cunt.
And then Jimmy was pumping huge quantities of his own hot semen up into Lainie's desperately clutching asshole as wave after wave of furious orgasms shook the young wife. He continued to jack-knife his huge prick up into her anus, the enormous force of the thrusts lifting both Lainie and Paul in the air. On and on he drove, his great strength charging his cock, making it tear cruelly upwards into the woman's stuffed rectal depths.
Finally, his sperm drained, his cock softening, Paul pulled the slippery organ out of her cunt and fell to the floor, totally exhausted. Jimmy continued his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. His prick still buried deep up inside the ravaged young blonde's asshole, he grinned triumphantly at his friend Paul, smiling obscenely.
"Pretty hot little bitch we got here, huh?"
"I never had a fuck like that in my life, Jimmy," Paul wheezed. "I could feel that big cock of yours next to mine and making her all tight and juicy! Jesus, I can't wait to try some of that backdoor stuff myself."
As the last of Jimmy's scalding semen oozed into the ravished depths of her ass and filled her with a deliciously warm sensation, Lainie's thoughts were far away from the two men. She was still completely enthralled by the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasms. Her obscenely kneeling body vibrated from head to foot with a mixture of delicious pain and even more delicious ecstasy.
Suddenly, without warning, the front door of the house burst open and there was a loud scream of rage and shock.
"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Carl Harper shrieked, almost out of his mind with fury at the sight of his naked young wife kneeling on the floor with Jimmy's cock inside her still-churning ass.
The front room was immediately in turmoil as every face looked up at the startled and enraged young husband. He stood by the door, his feet frozen by shock. Then, as Jimmy quickly withdrew his deflated prick from Lainie's backside and stood up, there were screams and shouts and naked bodies everywhere.
"I'LL KILL YOU ... I'LL KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU ROTTEN GODDAMNED BASTARDS!" Carl roared, racing over to the trembling Jimmy O'Brien and dropping him to the floor with one terrible blow of his fist. The young husband ignored Paul Black and Charlie Forester as he reached down and grabbed his wife's hair and gave a savage wrench, almost tearing the blonde strands out of her scalp.
"No ... they made me ... they raped me!" Lainie shrieked feeling his savage hand beating her horribly, smashing into her face and body, leaving reddening welts and bloody trails where the scarlet liquid flowed from her screaming lips. "Don't Carl ... don't ... aaaggghhhh ... you're killing me!"
The young husband was incoherent now. Suddenly there was another voice screaming at him-that of Ginny. The beautiful redhead raced into the room from outside and took in the wild scene.
"Carl ... stop it ... it isn't her fault!" she screeched. "Jimmy, Paul, Charlie ... for God's sake, somebody stop him!"
None of the three men made any move to help the brutally battered young wife. Then, inexplicably, as suddenly as he had started the vicious beating, Carl let his hands drop to his sides. Lainie slid to the floor and lay there sobbing with pain.
Carl stood there for a moment with a horrible expression of self-pity now replacing the look of rage that had been there a moment before. The other men looked at him warily.
"How in the Jesus Christ did he get out of jail?" Jimmy asked at last.
"I bailed him out, you rotten prick!" Ginny smugly said. "And I used the money from the station safe to do it! How does it feel to know that you paid for it?"
Jimmy said nothing, afraid that any moment Carl was going to explode again. But Carl began to cry. Huge tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down over his fevered cheeks as he stared down at his wife's battered body. Lainie was lying spread-eagled on the floor again, her legs open to expose the pulsating pink wetness of her cunt.
"Why did you do this to me?" he asked her in a low, hoarse voice. "Why? For God's sake, WHY?"
"Are you stupid or what?" Ginny called out to him. "That rotten bastard over there ..." she pointed to Jimmy, "... he raped her! Every goddamned man she's met since you went to jail had fucked her over! And you ..." she struggled to control her fury, "... and you have the nerve to blame it on her! My God, you're crazy, you know that? I should have left you locked up in that fucking jail!"
"That ain't so, Carl," Paul Black protested. "She's a damned nymphomaniac! Jesus, when me and Jimmy were screwing her she was begging for more! Ask Marge and Charlie, they'll tell you what a bitch in heat that broad of yours is! Go on, ask them!"
"Shut up, you lying prick!" Ginny screamed at the frightened man. "So you raped her too, huh? I should cut off your fucking balls for you!"
Jimmy O'Brien had regained his composure now, and he smiled at the sobbing young husband. "Hey, man, we didn't do anything she didn't want! Honest to Christ, she's the hottest cunt I've ever seen! She'll suck, fuck, or take it in the ass, it don't matter to her!"
"Liar! Liar!" Ginny screamed.
Carl looked even more confused now than before. His wounded eyes went back and forth between the pretty redhead and the three men. His mind was reeling with obscene thoughts of his beautiful young wife willingly fucking these former friends of his. And slowly a burning rage began to build again. It wasn't directed against the men who had so brutally ravaged his wife. Instead, everything in him, every bit of rage, every sense of hatred, was directed against the helplessly sprawled young wife. She had caused it all herself! If anyone fucked her it had to be her fault! She was a whore, a rotten slut!
He knelt down beside her, grabbing her arm viciously and twisting it to make her open her eyes. "You bitch!" he snarled thickly. "As soon as my back's turned you start whoring around, is that it? Well, by God, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson you won't forget!"
"No, Carl, don't!" Ginny cried out as she saw him pull Lainie's body up into a sitting position while he unzipped his trousers with his free hand.
"Shut up, all of you!" Carl shouted, reaching in and pulling out his softly erect cock and massaging it lewdly as Lainie stared at him with uncomprehending eyes.
"You want a blow-job, Carl?" Marge Comstock asked, her eyes glazing over from lust at the sight of the huge cock in Carl's hand. "I'll suck you, honey ... let me eat it for you!"
"Fuck that!" Carl said hoarsely, shaking his prick in front of his wife's startled face. "My little whore of a wife is gonna suck it, ain't you, baby? And then when she's done sucking me off, she's gonna suck off all the other guys, right, cunt?"
He was shouting with outrage now, his whole body trembling with fury as the three lewd men nodded their heads enthusiastically. There was a chorus of murmured appreciation at the obscene idea of having their pricks all sucked by the stupefied young blonde wife.
"Can't you see she's half out of her mind already?" Ginny shouted, moving toward Carl and Lainie. Suddenly Jimmy's strong hand came out to grasp her wrist and pull her to a shuddering stop.
"You mind your own business, cunt!" he scowled threateningly, increasing the pressure of his fingers until Ginny was screaming with pain. "You just stay here and watch!"
Lainie looked dazed, unable to understand what was happening. Then, as her eyes focused on the huge, throbbing prick that was only inches from her bleeding mouth, a look of pure rapture clouded her face and she began to croon softly to the outstretched male rod of meat.
"I'll suck it, darling," she moaned, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around the pulsating, throbbing column of flesh and running then lewdly up and down over the heated shaft. "I'll suck it ... I'll make you feel good! Mmmmmm, it's so big and warm ... I want to eat it all ... I want to swallow it all in my mouth and make you come!"
"Lainie, you don't know what you're saying!" Ginny protested, struggling to break the vise-like grip that Jimmy had on her wrist. "Stop it, Carl, she needs a doctor!"
The beautiful young blonde wife let her tiny pink tongue snake out of her mouth to lick greedily at the swollen, lust-charged cockhead. Then, while everyone in the room watched with fascinated interest, she ovalled her mouth and prepared to suck in every inch of the heated male flesh.
"I want to suck it for you, darling," she cooed obscenely. "I want to suck everyone ... I'll suck you all ... I don't care ... I don't care ... and then I want to fuck again! Please, Carl say you'll fuck me in the ass like Jimmy did! Oh, God, I want to come again ... I WANT TO COME AGAIN!"
Her shouted, hysterical words trailed off as her mouth enveloped her husband's throbbing cock hungrily. She began to suck without mercy, loving the sensation of the heated shaft. Erotic, obscene, pornographic visions danced through her reeling brain.
I'll fuck them all! she screamed silently. Everyone! Every man in the world! I want to fuck ... I want to fuckkkk!
And as the people in the room watched, Lainie reached down between her legs and spread open the lips of her quivering pink cunt with her fingers. In a moment the room was filled with the sound of her greedily slobbering tongue and the damp squish of her fingers in her inflamed pussy.
Jimmy forced Ginny down onto her knees in front of him, a cruel smile on his handsome face. "Okay, baby, suck me ... suck my cock!"
He let go of the redhead's wrist and grabbed her head between his strong hands, pulling her struggling face closer and closer to the slimy shaft of his hardening prick. Ginny tried to fight, tried as hard as she could to resist, but it was no use. She knew with a dreadful certainty that Jimmy would brutally beat her if she refused him this disgusting request. Her lips opened at last an she began to run her tongue up and down the gigantic rod as Marge Comstock knelt beside her and drunkenly took Charlie Forester's prick into her mouth.
Lainie Harper continued to suck with all of her strength on her husband's massive rod, loving it, reveling in the ecstatic sensations of overwhelming lust that were building between her legs. Her fingers were strumming her inflamed clitoris like a guitar, milking out rapturous, exquisite sensations of pleasure.
