For as long as western man has submitted his naturally polygamous nature to the constricting confines of an institution of marriage that is strictly monogamous, he has found himself alternately plagued, tempted, and titillated by the inevitably co-existent art of infidelity. Some of our greatest tragedies have sprung from the passions which this art arouses in the hearts of men and women, passions which have led to violence, murder, and sometimes even full scale war. Every school child is familiar with the infidelity of Helen of Troy, which directly caused the Trojan War in ancient times. Every student of literature knows the extremes of jealousy to which Othello was driven merely by suspecting that his innocent wife was guilty of loving another man. And the untold individuals who have had their lives touched by this powerful force surround us every day, in our offices and on our streets.
It is about this last category of people, the unknown, faceless masses which fill the casualty lists of that indiscriminate enemy, infidelity, that Mr. Roberts chooses to write the work you now hold in your hands. It is an ambitious, daring attempt, and succeeds brilliantly in carrying it off, in creating some of the most memorable characters that we, The Publishers, have ever been privileged to offer to you.
Who are Ron and Sharon Fleming? What great and lasting importance do they carry for the future of the world? What influential place will they occupy in the annals of history? None, you might say, and you would be right. But you would be right only insofar as these two people are unknown and insignificant individuals. As individuals they will occupy a place in history no greater or less than either you or I will occupy, and will pass unnoticed in the course of the millennia to come.
But it is not as individuals that we must consider them!
On the contrary, it is precisely as representative members of that great majority of people who are born and die without having left their mark on life that the Flemings achieve the true, and vitally relevant literary importance that they do. Mr. Roberts has given us an artfully subtle statement on the contemporary lot of the common man, a fitting complement to the growing modern preoccupation, not with men of great stature, but with the small cogs which make up the machine of our contemporary society.
The Flemings' antagonists in this fascinating study, Dick and Myra Green, provide unique wrinkles in the intricately and expertly woven fabric of The Reluctant Swappers' plot. Theirs is
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Archive Note: At this point, the FOREWORD in the hardcopy pocketbook cut off, a blank page was inserted, and Chapter One began. Note also the Foreword refers to "The Reluctant Swappers" (Catalog identification: TNS-526) which has the same text, word for word, as this pocketbook.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ron Fleming felt relieved as he finally began to free himself from the clutches of the artificial redhead who chattered mindlessly at him in a secluded corner of the smoky, half-lit room. He sensed the girl making one last attempt to catch his attention, as she punctuated a particularly inane remark by leaning her empty head up against his shoulder in a tipsy parody of suggestiveness, smiling up at him with a naivete as transparent as the watery drink she was holding in her hand. Ron pivoted expertly, caught her free arm in his, and maneuvered her effortlessly to a small sofa, where he'd spotted a small, quiet, mousy man sitting silently alone with a glass of untasted ginger ale clasped tightly in both hands Ron hurried through an informal introduction, not knowing either of their names, and then turned back to the party leaving them already engrossed in a vigorous smiling, one-sided conversation.
Moving his tall, handsomely built body through the strident jumble of cocktail conversation, Ron made his way once more to the bar, stopping along the way to pick up another odorless, tasteless cheese thing from a tray filled with unimaginative snacks. He was famished. There was nothing worse than coming to a party expecting dinner, only to find that there was none. It took a particular kind of host to invite people at 7:00 in the evening and ignore the fact that they just might possibly think the early hour indicated dinner, and Oliver Lewis was just such a host. Ron poured himself out another drink, passed a hand through his dark, styled hair, and wondered why the hell he'd come in the first place.
He spotted his wife, Sharon, through the maze of lighted cigarettes and clinking glasses, standing across the room in conversation with a short, balding man. Ron could see her forcing her smiles, and nodding her head in response to his undoubtedly boring conversation, and he smiled to himself as he wondered just what purpose this kind of party had, except to allow a group of dull people to infect their friends with the emptiness of their own lives.
He noticed that Sharon had caught him looking at her' and saw the plea to come and save her written all over her face. He smiled and waved teasingly at her, and then made his way through the crowded room to her. As he approached, he could hear the balding man saying something about what a wonderful time he and his wife had had the year before she'd died, touring the ancient Aztec ruins of central America.
"Oh darling," said Sharon, interrupting her tormentor gratefully, "I'd like you to meet Mr....? " She turned to the short man questioningly.
"...Larsen is the name, Nils Larsen. I'm Norwegian." And he stuck out a small, pudgy hand.
"Well, I thought I saw: something of the Viking in you Mr. Larsen. I'm Ron Fleming." Ron took the preferred hand, felt it rest limply in his grip for a moment, and then restored it to its owner.
"I was just telling your lovely wife about the magnificence of some of the old, pre-Columbian American Indian civilizations, Mr. Fleming..."
"That sounds fascinating, Mr. Larsen. In fact, I've always thought there were valuable lessons to be learned from old, pre-Columbian American Indian civilizations..." Ron stumbled over the words. "...but I hope you don't mind if I spirit my wife away from you for a few moments, I've got an old friend over here she's just got to meet."
"Not at all, sir, not at all," the little man beamed. "I'm privileged to have been able to converse with the lovely lady for as long as I have."
"You're so right, Mr. Larsen," Ron said, guiding Sharon around him towards the other end of the room. "I promise we'll get back together before the evening's over. How's that?"
"Splendid, sir, splendid! I shall look forward to it!"
"Thank you Mr. Larsen, for your little lecture," Sharon tossed back over her shoulder at him.
The pudgy man said nothing, but beamed modestly, and then turned to seek the crowded room for his next victim.
"Oh God," Sharon whispered as she made her way with Ron to a far corner of the room, "Torture me, stretch me on the rack, anything but that."
"You mean Mr. Larsen?" Ron teased. "A truly fascinating man, I think. And a Norwegian too. How exotic. You know, he's the first bald Viking I've ever met."
Sharon giggled, and passed her smoothly exposed arm around her husband's lean waist. Her long blonde hair ran with carefree abandon down her neck, stretching itself out to the small of her sensuous, voluptuously formed back. She was a full head shorter than her husband, and as they crossed the crowded room, looked like a college cheerleader out on a date with the football team's star end. Her youthfully alive body belied her 28 years, and with her husband they made an exciting, beautifully exuberant couple. They loved each other with the same delightful abandon that had marked their earlier dating years, and it contrasted sharply with the tired, dull faces of the other couples at the party.
Just then, one of the couples they'd been introduced to at the beginning of the evening, Dick and Myra Green, made their way over to them. Dick Green was of medium height, and fairly heavy set, but had the build of a former athlete who still managed to keep in shape. He had dark, intelligent eyes, and a broad, friendly, contagious smile that complemented his easy-going manner. He was carrying a half-finished glass of beer in one hand. His wife, Myra, was tall and lithe with raven black hair and a pair of luminescent, green eyes. She wore a tightly clinging red dress which hugged and caressed her slender, high-breasted body, and accentuated the easy, sensual sway of her tightly mooned buttocks. As they approached, Ron's mind immediately and unconsciously pictured her as the archetypal seething seductress, the kind of woman who, at one time or another, manages to occupy the dreams of every man.
"Hello there, Fleming," Dick Green said heartily as they came up. "Rotten party isn't it?"
"Do you want the truth?" Ron answered, returning Dick's smile.
"The whole truth, but keep it clean."
"Well, it's not only rotten, it's tortuous."
Dick laughed aloud, and hugged his beautiful wife closer to him, gazing at the same time at Sharon Fleming's curvaceous body with unabashed admiration.
"Myra was just saying mat if this disaster was any duller, we'd have to send out for the morticians." He laughed with infectious amusement.
"Well, I wish we could send out for the caterers," Sharon moaned. "We thought it was for dinner, and we're about to starve to death."
"Oh no, that's too much," Myra Green said in a low, almost breathy voice, "Not you too!"
Ron and Sharon looked at each other in surprise.
"You mean you two thought..." Ron asked.
"Of course!" Myra laughed. "Who gives a party at 7:00 without food. We've been hovering like vultures over the snack bar just trying to keep our stomachs from turning inside out. I don't think I ever want to see another ... whatever they are, those awful cheese cracker olive things. ... "
"Well, at least they're better than the green pepper cream cheese things!" Dick laughed out loud. And the four of them began to giggle uncontrollably with their private joke, trying to suppress their mirth unsuccessfully until a few other couples around them began staring and wondering what was so funny.
"Shhhh..." Sharon managed through the tears that were forming in her eyes, "People are looking."
"What the hell, honey' they're probably as hungry as we are," Ron whispered, and they all convulsed again.
Finally they quieted down, and after talking awhile longer, agreed to leave the party and go together to find something to still the growlings in their stomachs. It was only nine, but they could always say they were coming back. They agreed to meet out by their cars, and separately made their way across the room to find their host. Ron and Sharon carefully avoided one corner where the bald Viking was entertaining some particularly ugly wallflowers with a description of Scandinavia as it must have been in the time of Eric the Red. The host was found, Ron and Sharon thanked him warmly for the wonderful party, and then fled gratefully out into the cool summer night. They waited for a few moments, until Dick and Myra Green joined them and then, giggling again, piled into their cars. Ron and Sharon followed the Greens, and laughed as they pulled into the first diner they came to, a rather dirty looking greasy spoon.
"It may not look like much," yelled Dick Green as they climbed out of their cars, "but it's better than olives and cream cheese."
They made their way into the diner, which wasn't as bad inside as it had seemed outside, and ordered the deluxe $2.75 steak all around. They settled down in their booth with four tall glasses of beer, and the men loosened their ties.
"Well," Dick said raising his glass of beer, "here's a toast. Let's all drink to ... the S.T.E.D.A.B.P."
They all laughed, raised their glasses high in mock salute, and drank long and hard. Sharon finished first, and turned her head to Dick.
"What's the S.T.D.P. ... whatever it was," she asked innocently.
"Wait a minute, let me get it again its ... the ... S.T.E.D.A.B.P. The Society to Eradicate Dull And Boring Parties." Dick answered and they all laughed again. The beers were quickly finished, and they ordered another round.
"Tell me Ron," Myra said, her smoldering eyes resting on him in a way that made his heart imperceptibly quicken its pace, "how did you get invited to this evening's abortion?"
"Ollie Lewis is one of my many bosses," Ron answered, putting his: arm around his wife's small waist. "I guess he just felt like being democratic."
"One of your many bosses?" Dick echoed. "What kind of work do you do, Ron?"
"Well, that's kind of hard to say," Ron chuckled. "I'm sort of a free-lance dabbler in the arts. I write a small syndicated column about artsy things in the area."
"Oh, darling, you make it sound so casual," Sharon broke in, and went on to explain, "He writes for four or five newspapers and a couple of magazines, you know, art criticism and film reviews, that kind of think. He just got back today, as a matter-of-fact, from an assignment in Hollywood."
"Really?" breathed Myra. "What were you doing down there, Ron?"
"Oh, nothing much really. Martin Epstein, the film director, had an interior set he had to make look like a 19th century art gallery, and he needed some help making it look authentic, you know, so that all the paintings and sculpture and things were in keeping with the times and the tastes of the people involved. It was much duller than it sounds, though."
"Well, it doesn't sound dull at all to me," Dick said. "It sure beats working in a bank."
"Dick's vice-president of the City National Bank," Myra explained, straightening her delicious, high-breasted body proudly.
"One of many vice-presidents," Dick added. "It's even duller than it sounds."
"Well, I don't think it sounds dull at all," Sharon interjected. "Just think of working with all that money!" They all laughed.
"Myra's something of an artist herself," Dick said.
"Oh, really? What kind of work do you do?" Ron asked her.
"Mainly oils," the dark-eyed woman answered. "But it's all strictly amateur. I don't really have much confidence in it."
"Well, you should," her husband asserted. "I think it's fine stuff, and she just goes around all the time bad-mouthing it. You ought to get Ron out to see it sometime, dear, I'm sure he'd be able to convince you it's pretty damn good." Ron and Sharon didn't catch the look that passed between the Greens.
Their steaks arrived, and all four of them looked doubtfully at the dry, tough slices of meat. Ron asked for ketchup, and they began to bravely attack the leather-like slabs.
"I think it's fighting back," Dick chuckled as his knife finally managed to saw through his steak, and they all laughed.
After they'd finished, and paid their bill, they went outside into the freshness of the summer night, and stood by their parked cars saying goodnight.
"Well, I guess even the party was worth the chance to meet you folks," Dick said, again smiling his personal, contagious smile.
"We feel the same way," Sharon answered, "Don't we, dear?"
Ron nodded his head, and turned to smile warmly at Dick's seductive wife.
"We'll have to get together again sometime," he said, "maybe under slightly more convivial circumstances."
"That's a deal," Myra smiled invitingly. "Maybe I can talk you into coming over sometime and taking a look at some of my little scribblings, I mean my paintings."
"I'd love to," Dick smiled at her, "Why don't you call me sometime and arrange it."
"All right, but that's a promise. No backing out. And you've got to promise to say nice things."
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
They all laughed once more, said goodnight, and climbed into their cars. With a final wave, Dick and Myra sped out of the parking lot, and disappeared down the unlighted street.
Ron turned to his wife, and kissed her warmly. "I like the Greens. They're good people."
"Mmmmmm, I think so too. But you're nicer."
"And you're a little tipsy."
"Well," Sharon smiled into his face, "You're not mister cold sober yourself."
Now that she mentioned it, Ron did feel quite high from all the party drinks and the three beers they'd had with dinner. He turned to his wife and caressed her suggestively around the smoothly rounded mound of her breasts.
"I guess I'm not. What do you say we go on home and fall into a nice warm bed, mmmm?"
"I bet that's been on your mind all evening," Sharon chided, almost properly.
"After a week by myself in Hollywood," Ron grinned, "You bet it has."
"Oh, you're just an animal," she said softly, teasingly, but there was a light trace of reproach in her voice.
"You bet I am, honey, you bet I am!" he said fervently.
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"I'm going to fuck Sharon Fleming," Dick Green said, "And you, my dear, are going to help me do it."
Myra smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the car, as they sped home through the darkened streets. "Of course, darling," she answered. "After all, Ron Fleming is a handsome and desirable man ... I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just as much as you're going to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Fleming."
"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Dick said with some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"
"Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."
Dick reached out and put a hand on her firmly curved thigh, just at the point where the red dress rode high on her lap. He began to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over next to him and, without a word, laid the palm of her slim hand on the crotch of his slacks. His penis, already aroused from the lewd conversation, began growing even harder as he felt her light touch through his trousers.
"Mmmmmmm, little Dickie's ready, isn't he?" she said in a seductive voice.
"He's always ready," he chuckled. "Just like his wife's sweet little cunt."
"How convenient, dear. How very convenient," Myra murmured, beginning to lightly stroke his long hard cock with her palm while his hand moved higher along her smooth warm thigh. "But how do you plan to make the Flemings ready, darling? They don't strike me as swingers at all."
"No, they're not. That's what makes them such attractive prospects," Dick answered her. "But I've got a plan I think might work."
"What's that, dear?"
"I'll tell you when we get home."
"Oh, but sweetheart, I want to know," Myra said, and her fingers found the zipper of his fly and worked it down deftly. The throbbing length of his huge rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening, straining for escape. But Myra kept it imprisoned inside, stroking the rigidly pulsing flesh with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her own voluptuously ripened body. Dick was breathing faster under her tantalizing caresses, and Myra shivered with anticipation. She could feel her impatiently twitching cunt begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty briefs as she ground her smooth round buttocks down against the leather of the seat. "Tell me the plan, lover," she said softly, seductively.
"We're ... ohhhh ... almost home!" Dick panted. "Damn you!" Her expertly moving hand was rubbing in little circles over his heatedly straining cock now, using the material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glans into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her sleek inner thigh, and his fingers found the warm dampness of her panties. He wormed his outstretched middle finger inside the elastic leg band, dipping the fingertip into the slippery juices of her hotly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.
"Ohhhhh lover!"
The bank vice-president's middle finger deep into the warmly clasping pussy while his forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused little clitoris; he began thrusting and caressing with provocative slowness back and forth until she was grinding her hips faster and faster down against the seat, her loins hungrily surging upward against his fingers as if trying to beckon both of them deep inside her heatedly palpitating vaginal cavity. "You'll wait until we get home, won't you, baby?" Dick whispered.
"Aaaaaggghhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttttttt! But drive fast-teeeeeer!"
Dick grinned triumphantly, eased his finger away from her warmly perfumed cunt, and let his hand rest on her gently trembling thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed as she leaned against him, letting the exotically exciting sensations his probing finger had caused ripple deliciously through her entire body.
It wasn't long before the headlights of their car picked out their rambling ranch style home from the other luxurious houses along Oro Canyon Road. Dick pulled the car up in front of the double front doors, cut the engine, and shut off the lights. He got out of the car, managed to close his fly over the still pulsating hugeness of his erect penis, and walked stiffly around the car to help his wife out.
"How about a little drink, baby?"
"You're on," Myra winked up at him, and eased her lushly seductive body out of the car. "And then you'll tell me how we're going to get the Flemings to pay ball, right?"
"I might, baby, if you're nice to me."
Myra closed the car door behind her, and brazenly pressed her full ripe breasts up against her husband.
"Aren't I always nice to you, sweetheart?"
Dick smiled, and ran his lips teasingly over his wife's partially opened mouth. Then he led her into their sprawling home and switched on the lights in the expensively furnished living room, before making his way to the impressive, well-stocked bar at one end.
"Scotch all right?" he called to her as she disappeared down the hallway to their bedroom.
"And no ice," she called back, turning on the lights in the very large, almost palatial bedroom.
Dick finished making their drinks, and followed his wife down the hall where he discovered Myra undoing the two buttons on the front of her dress. Then slowly, seductively, she used her palms and rhythmically undulated her ripe young body to slide the garment down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her green eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face intently as she stripped. She stood there, dressed now only in brassiere and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the brassiere fastenings, slowly pulling it away from her firm white breasts, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She held the brassiere out at arm's length to cup her full, fleshy mounds, kneading them as a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely naked.
"Like it, lover?" she purred throatily.
"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Dick groaned, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her sensual, well-tanned body, and came to rest on the fleecy down framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; in all the time they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did a few had come close, but none had ever surpassed her. And that was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women Dick Green had had in that time.
Myra reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized, double bed and lay down on the satin spread, spreading her legs wide in a wanton invitation, exposing the naked, wetly palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly against the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, baby?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Goddamn right I am!" Dick said. Quickly, he undressed and yanked his underpants down. He stood there with his great, pulsating cock standing out from his groin, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of arousal. Myra stared hungrily at it, moistening her wetly parted lips with her tongue as if already tasting the seeping fluid in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.
"Come on," she urged. "Lie down beside mommy."
"And what's mommy going to do then?"
"Mommy's going to take that big lovely old cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Myra whispered lewdly up at him.
Damn! Dick thought. She really knows how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His rigidly thick cock quivered and throbbed in anticipation. But first, he owed her a little teasing for what she had done to him in the car on the way home, before he took her up on her offer to blow him. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his eagerly jerking penis. She immediately began to stroke and massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth, before slipping her hand underneath to cup and caress his sperm-laden balls, cradling their heavy softness in her palm.
He stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and removed her hand. "First things first," he said.
"What do you mean, lover?"
"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"
"Oh, daddy! Tell me afterwards!"
"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about it earlier."
She returned her hand to his massively throbbing cock and testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please, baby," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come on, let mommy suck you now, and then you can tell me all about your plan."
"No," Dick said, mentally laughing at being able to play it cool at a time like this. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at her, watching her impatiently undulating her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his penis and at the wrinkled sac of his sperm-bloated balls. "Now the way I figure it, Ron Fleming is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than Sharon."
"So you plan to get to her through him," Myra said. She stretched out her leg full-length frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his naked thigh with her foot, wiggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid hot flesh of his cock until he reluctantly pushed her leg away and continued.
"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from what Ron promised you tonight about coming over and seeing some of your paintings."
Myra lowered her hand and began to lightly stroke her belly with her fingertips, teasing the feathery softness of her pubic mound, then trailing lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in a slow, even tempo the warm moistness of her cuntal mouth. She teased her erect little clitoris, knowing that Dick became even more aroused from watching her. She knew that he really enjoyed watching her play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking.
Dick opened his mouth to continue and then swallowed hard at the sight of his wife boldly finger-fucking herself, thrusting her outstretched middle finger in and out of her wetly glistening vagina with deft strokes. As she did so, she pushed her gleaming white buttocks down farther on the bed, coming nearer to him ... and this time he didn't pull away! Her hand seized his wildly throbbing cock again and began to stroke it; then, before he was able to fend her off, she rose up and pressed her nakedly ripe body against his, forcing him back into a prone position across the width of the satin bedspread.
"Damn it, Myra, I'm trying to tell you about-" he began, but then he stopped as his wife began to trail her softly moist lips along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, and down his hairy chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the girth of his well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her warmly wet lips were sending through his body and thrust his hips down hard against the bed. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his eagerly beating cock now, over his testicles, reached under his naked body to probe briefly at the tightly puckered ring of his anus, and then retraced their path back to his rigidly quivering penis.
"The plan..." Dick began weakly.
"Oh, come on, baby! I know what the plan is," Myra whispered to him as she continued her expert caressing of his now fully aroused penile shaft. "Ron Fleming comes out here to look at my paintings, only we don't look at my paintings, and then you get to Sharon Fleming while we're ... uhh ... preoccupied with discussion of art. Right?" Her full moistened lips brushed maddeningly against the lust-swollen head of his cock as if punctuating her statement.
"Yeah," Dick breathed heavily, hardly able to keep himself from ramming his massively pulsating shaft into Myra's wickedly beckoning mouth. "But don't you want to know how I'm going to get to Sharon Fleming?"
"That's your problem, dear. I'm sure you'll think of something." And with that, Myra put an end to all conversation for the time being, as she closed her wetly ovaled lips around the turgid length of her husband's quivering cock, forcing an intense sigh of pleasure from his lips, and causing his eyes to roll behind his half closed lids. With a sudden rush, Dick's thoughts left the plans he had been busy making all evening and centered now only on the desire to empty his sperm-filled, wildly throbbing balls into the soft warm cavern of his wife's eagerly sucking mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
"Weren't the Greens nice?" Sharon said again, as she and Ron walked into the bedroom of their small, but tastefully furnished home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."
"Saved the night, that's for sure," Ron agreed. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would have climbed the walls. There's simply no reason to put up with people you don't like, and I always feel like an absolute fool when I do anyway." Ron chided himself. "Why the hell do we go to these things? I never seem to learn." Ron felt the alcohol he had drunk that night rise in him along with his exasperation, making him slightly dizzy and off-balance.
"Undo me, will you dear?"
Ron reached over and unzipped his wife's dress unsteadily, and then watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the long beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sharon exclaimed, jumping forward from the electric contact of his fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, especially in that nakedly smooth place above the tops of her nylons. "Oh, stop it, Ron, that tickles."
Ron frowned slightly, and sat again on the bed. He detected a note of reproach in her voice, a note he had heard often in their married years. He knew his wife enjoyed sex and being aroused, but it was almost as though she didn't want to admit that fact to herself. He continued to stroke her long tapered legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocatively prominent under the silk crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her ripe flaring hips as if in protest, but didn't step away.
"Ohhhhhh, Ron. Oh darling! I love you so much!" Sharon turned suddenly, almost as if to escape the maddening caress of his fingers, and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard as they embraced passionately.
How lucky I am, Sharon thought to herself. Landing Ron for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, and he had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that. He was confident of his writing skill, and his art columns had been nationally recognized as the work of a talented writer and critic.
And she was important to him. He had told her so, many times, and she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course, he was so wrapped up in his work that it seemed that they weren't as close as they used to be, and in the evenings, he was often so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before ... and this worried her. Not that she needed it so very much, oh, she did, but not as often as a man does, but because Ron didn't seem to respond as much as he used to.
A slight spark of worry crossed Sharon's mind as she hugged and kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster, and Ron become bored with her? He didn't seem to be bored now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or his quiet moaning from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard throbbing lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever.
Ron turned his head and smiled at his young wife. She returned his smile coyly, and his hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tightly clenched alabaster mounds of her buttocks. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running his hands along the warm satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his touch, then let her loins ease timidly up into his hardening penis only for a moment.
Then, without warning, she stood up, almost business-like, arched her back and unsnapped her brassiere. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory rose buds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and half slip, and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching nakedly out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.
Damn! Ron thought, turning to stare at her beauty, there's no other woman like hers and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken. And yet there was something that bothered him, a slight doubt in the back of his mind that made him wonder if her smoothly graceful movements were spontaneous or somehow performed almost dutifully.
He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-rounded, almost sculpted curves of succulent flesh next to him. Sharon lay back against the pillow, her long lithe legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She squirmed her smoothly rounded buttocks down into the mattress, aware of the licentious effect her actions were having on her husband, enjoying the seductive exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
Ron didn't waste any more time but yanked at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed, tearing one of the buttons off his shirt in his haste to make himself naked with his deliciously inviting wife. It took him only a moment, and then he rolled to a kneeling position on the bed and looked down at Sharon's nakedly enticing form. His thick, blood enriched penis throbbed and beat out in front of him like a second heart.
"I'm ready, baby, ready right now," he grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing with the soft warm firmness of her thighs and breasts, stopping once to tweak her rubied nipples into rock-hard firmness before running an outstretched finger down the shadowy valley between her full, high set white breasts. She squirmed slightly, her face round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it. He felt his groin abruptly draw in with a hot hungry need. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Sharon's long silken hair hung over her shoulders and curled across her ripe budded breasts. Between her widespread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which coffered her blushing pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on the pubic hair up between her thighs. Ron chided himself for his doubts about her willingness to have sex with him. The warmly gleaming furrow between her legs showed without doubt that she wanted him and wanted him now!
He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his hungry mouth against her warmly pulsating vagina, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her wetly quivering cuntal lips with yearning heat. Sharon moaned, but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.
"No ... no ... not that, Ron! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop ... please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her naked young body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, darling," she whispered, "Not down there..."
Ron didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's lushly ripened body and ground his lips onto hers. There it was again, the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship! He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the intense erotic arousal coming from his lips against her cunt, her mouth around his penis. He had been blown by other girls many times in the past, before Sharon and he were married. He wanted her to do the same to him to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the heated pulsating velvet-like insides of her cuntal lips. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his wildly jerking cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on her warm wet mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his white hot sperm into her throat as he had into other's throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.
And he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her erect little clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last he plunged his tongue deep into the sweetly clasping cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in and out of her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.
He held her tight to him and felt her nakedly warm body as it undulated beneath him, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his anxiously beating penis until it throbbed with a rock-like hardness.
"Oh ... baby!" Sharon moaned. "Darling, darling, I want you so badly..."
"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly in between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic excitement through him.
The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her warmly clasping vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion and flooded his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft hair.
"Is ... there something wrong, Ron?" she whispered.
"What? Oh, no, of course not. I ... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.
His delicious wife began to shiver beneath him, her firm sleek thighs rubbing his loins in what appeared to be hunger. "You want to make love to me, don't you?" she breathed.
"Yes, yes I want to."
"How...? " her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was really something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, but then to want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his eagerly pulsing cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.
"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"
"Oh, Ron, do it now! I want you inside me ... now!" she cried.
He drew her naked young body closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the smooth round buttocks, his hand over the softly yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his long fleshy hardness. Ron choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full sensual length of her body against him grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, almost too casually, and his massively thick penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting wet cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost being dilated with the desire for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching shaft and drew it closer, sliding its hot pulsating head up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender pink flesh until its lust-expanded knob rested against her wetly quivering cuntal entrance.
"There, Ron ... right there."
He lunged forward as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt the hot, rubbery passage clasp tightly around his thickened shaft and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. The warmly clasping sensation along the length of his pulsating cock drove all thoughts from his mind except to lose his pent-up seed into the depths of her tight little cunt. It was warm and tight in there, as though he had been the first to enter that fevered domain, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood swollen head hit her cervix and simultaneously his sperm bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his long hard penis as she moaned, embedded beneath his driving cudgel. He ground his pelvis into her savagely, feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained upward to meet his pounding jerks, until her nakedly writhing loins were inches off the bed. His alcohol-fuzzed mind began to play tricks on him, and he thought he sensed a pulling back on Sharon's part, a vague hesitation that made him force his loins down on her with even greater violence. He angled his hips and drove into her brutally, trying to establish a rhythm.
"Ohhhh, darling, wait..." Sharon called to him, surprised by the force of his attack, "You're hurting me, please..."
But Ron didn't hear her. Instead he renewed his vicious onslaught with even greater violence, almost lifting his surprised wife off the bed with each pounding stroke. The delicate tingle of desire deep in Sharon's timidly aroused cunt began to fade, rubbed quickly raw by the sudden pile driving strokes of her seemingly transformed husband. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief, and then in pain as she watched him pound into her, not looking at her, his eyes almost glassy, hiding behind half-closed lids. This was a side of her husband she had never seen before, and it frightened her beyond measure.
But her pleas only served to increase the tempo of his brutally rampaging rhythm. His wildly throbbing shaft continued to surge like a wild beast until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his sperm bloated balls was enough to send him screaming. Jesus, surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his impatiently churning balls whacked against her upturned, defenseless thighs. His mind was blank, and through his intoxication he was aware only of what he thought were the squirming attempts of the woman under him to evade his powerful thrusts, to rob him of the imminent explosion that was building in his painfully throbbing loins. Each of her attempts to ease the pain of this crazed pounding was met with renewed force, and his hands were now gripping vise-like into her frantically quivering buttocks, his body pressing her down cruelly onto the bed.
All vestiges of desire had left his cruelly buffeted young wife. Sharon lay unmoving, at first confused and then aghast at what she considered the almost Jekyll and Hyde transformation that had come over her loving young husband. Besides the searing pain his maddened thrusts were sending through her loins, a throbbing fear began to play itself through her mind. It was almost as if he were punishing her, but for what? What had she done to be treated so impersonally, like ... like a common whore off the streets? Her brain reeled before this humiliation, and tears began to fill her eyes, even as she submitted to the animalistic, unconscious rutting of her husband.
"God ... darling! ... What's the matter? Please, stop!"
But Ron felt nothing except the mounting sensations of fiery release in his madly fucking penis as it rammed into his wife's helplessly splayed vagina. His brain was empty except for the need to rid his body of the incredible tightness that was threatening to tear him apart inside. Finally he could no longer even feel his hard slamming cock as a separate part of his body, but was only aware of the lustful tension that was straining his taut muscles to the breaking point, driving him wild with the desire to empty himself into the shuddering, unwilling cunt that sucked his painfully full cock deep up into its fiery depths. He slammed on, unaware of the cries of pain that were coming from his wife's tortured lips, not heeding her useless pleadings in his ears. He felt his long hardened shaft on fire as he rubbed too fast, too hard into the tightly clenched opening between his wife's futilely resisting legs. He raised himself up on his elbows to gain even more leverage, and lifted Sharon's loins up against his own in mindless, brutal assault, straining his back muscles in an attempt to shove his thick invading cudgel into the farthest reaches of her small, elastic cuntal mouth.
"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," he began to chant insanely, tossing his head violently from side to side in rhythm to the merciless beating he was inflicting on the beautiful woman beneath him. "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," his voice was strained and inhuman, his eyes clasped tight, his brain filled only with me insatiable demands of his impending climax.
And then it came, an almost paralytic tensing of his already straining muscles, a spasmodic jerking of his aching loins, and two, four, seven more powerfully punishing thrusts up into the softly waiting receptacle around his heavy raw cock, a deafness to his wife's cries of pain...
"OOOHH ... GGGOOODD ... I'm ... AAAA..."
Ron almost doubled up with the incredible violence of his release and squeezed his wife's slender frame tight up against his wildly jerking cock as it spewed its full load of scalding white sperm up from the depths of his tortured balls, and sent it coursing through his spasming penis into the cavernous darkness of her hotly. shuddering vagina. He raised his knees up under her buttocks as his climax roared on, lifting her like a warm living doll off the bed, and then pressing down on her again as the violent jerking in his body slowed, only to return with renewed force as his spine felt unimaginable chills moving along them for what seemed an eternity. His emptying balls ached with painful persistency, and he was conscious only of the feeling that he had been sucked completely dry, had nothing more to give, and yet was being sucked even deeper. Gradually, the trembling in his body stilled, and his mind returned from the fireworks world of unconsciousness, where it had been blasted into mindlessness by the brilliance of his all consuming passion, and he rolled off Sharon's nakedly limp body and felt the cool air rush over his sweat streaked body.
At first he simply stared at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings, trying to sort out what had happened to him, but he couldn't, so he lay back and closed his eyes. Gradually the outside world began to force its way into his fogged mind, and he suddenly shuddered with the realization of what he'd done. Oh God, he must have been out of his mind! He must have been drunk! Jesus! He had raped his own wife. And she had been screaming for him to stop!
"God ... Sharon. ... I'm sorry. I don't know what..."
But she wasn't there. Ron turned on the bed to find her gone, and sat bolt upright, guilt twisting his insides in a merciless self-flagellation. What had he done?
He jumped up from the bed, tripped over the sheets that had been tossed wildly onto the floor by the ferocity of his love-making, and made his way to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. He tried the door, found that it was locked, and then stood with his head leaning on the door in utter self-recrimination.
"Sharon?"
There was no answer, but from the other side of the door he could hear the muffled sobbing of his humiliated young wife.
"Sharon ... Christ ... I'm sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me ... Sharon?"
Ron heard the sobs catch in his wife's throat as she attempted to bring herself under control, only to break out anew with heart-rending force.
"Sharon?" he called again.
"Go away. Leave me alone."
"Sharon, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I must have been drunk."
"You're ... you're an animal," the sobbing young woman said through the door, "I've never felt so ... so humiliated ... so filthy ... so used in my life..."
"Oh baby, please, I'm sorry. Please. I didn't mean to do anything..."
He was intercepted by a fresh outburst of pitiful crying from inside the bathroom, and sank to his knees outside the door, his head in his hands. He heard Sharon choking on her words as she tried to speak.
"Maybe you didn't mean to, but you did," she cried, "and you did it like I was just some ... some prostitute you picked up off the streets somewhere."
"Sharon, baby, I love you ... you know that."
"Not after tonight I don't ... I don't know anything."
Ron noticed a touch of anger coming into his wife's voice now, and it irked him slightly. Maybe if he didn't have to fight all the time to bring a little variety to their sex life, maybe if he wasn't always so frustrated by her goddamn refusal to make love any other way but with the same straight dullness...
"I don't know baby," he said, trying to explain himself, "I just went wild. I guess I thought you were pulling away from me, that you didn't want me, and I guess I just got mad and..."
"Didn't want you?" Sharon sobbed harshly from the bathroom. "How could you think that? It was beautiful before you started ... started pushing into me like some kind of stud bull!"
Ron cringed. She was absolutely right. How could he have been so crazy! He got up from the floor, and went over to the bed and sat down on it, his face a contorted mask of self loathing. He stayed that way for a long while, until he was raised from his reverie by Sharon's voice.
"Ron?"
He looked up slowly, and saw his wife's naked young body standing in the open door of the bathroom, her cheeks stained by dried tears, her thighs smeared with the drying waste of his spilled seed. On her face was painted an almost angelic concern. Without answering her, he dropped his head once more in his hands, feeling his chest knot up with an unbearable tightness.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean it. I shouldn't have yelled at you."
Ron winced under the soothing gentleness of her words, and wished instead for her voice to lash into him with the punishing effect of a whip.
"Don't ... don't apologize to me, baby ... I can't take that."
Sharon came slowly over to where he sat on the bed, gazed down on his nakedly powerful body with love and compassion, and took his head in her hands. He suddenly threw his arms around her, pressed his face into the smooth cool flesh of her exposed little belly, and tried to squeeze his love into her. She didn't move.
"I think I understand, darling," she said quietly, with infinite forgiveness, "it wasn't you doing it, it was the alcohol, and you were tired from your trip to L.A. We'll just forget about it, like it never happened."
"But it did happen..."
"Well, maybe it did," Sharon smiled, with almost motherly affection. "But it wasn't on purpose. And I do forgive you." She leaned down and grazed the nape of his neck with her lips, letting her full dangling breasts caress his bowed head.
"Sharon ... please ... don't forgive me too quickly."
For even as his wife's soothing voice calmed him down, reassured him, Ron knew that the passions, the frustrations, that had caused his unforgivable loss of control had not disappeared in the least. Rather, they had grown even stronger, as weeds will when exposed to sunlight and Ron was worried. He knew he would have to talk to his wife one day, one day soon. He would have to make her see that it was her own coolness towards anything but straightforward sex that frustrated him, and that he felt that even then she was sometimes performing in bed rather than enjoying. He would have to tell her that he needed more than a dutiful wife, he needed someone who enjoyed sex for its own sake, he needed a seductress. He would have to tell her soon . . .but not now ... not tonight. Tonight he had to apologize.
CHAPTER THREE
Ron Fleming woke the next morning to the familiar sound of dishes clattering and the smell of cooked bacon. He opened his eyes slowly, saw the late morning sun patterned on the wall opposite the bed, and stretched his sleep stiffened limbs under the rumpled sheets. He yawned his body awake, and then lay still, listening to Sharon's movements in the kitchen.
The memories of the night before grated in his mind along with the pain of a slight hangover, and he groaned. What had possessed him? He had tried to make it up to his upset young wife, but nothing had seemed to work, and Sharon had steadfastly refused his attempts to make love any further. She had said he was forgiven, but somehow he doubted it. They had fallen asleep on opposite sides of their large double bed, with an uncomfortable silence separating them like a wall.
Ron got up and made his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, frowned, and reached for the aspirin in the medicine cabinet. He took two, pulled his bathrobe from the hook behind the door, and wrapped it around his powerful body. With a look at himself he then made his way out of the bathroom towards the kitchen, determined to talk to his wife about the night before, and about the reasons he had acted the way he had. It was time she knew how he felt about what he considered her coolness toward love making, otherwise he knew that, sometime in the future, last night's scene would undoubtedly repeat itself.
Sharon turned her lush, fully clothed body to him as he came into the kitchen, and then moved quickly over to the stove where two large eggs were popping and crackling in a hot frying pan.
"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" she asked with her back to him.
"Yeah, like a log. I must have been more tired than I thought," he answered her, moving to the small breakfast table.
"Well, it was silly to go out to a party right after you'd stepped off the plane. We should have told the Lewis' we couldn't make it." She scooped up the fried eggs on two inexpensive china plates, added the bacon from where it lay drying on the double folds of paper towel, and brought it to the table with a forced smile on her face. "Like some coffee?"
"Please ... no cream."
"Head bothering you?" Sharon asked solicitously. Ron nodded, passing a hand in front of his bloodshot eyes, then looked up to where his wife was busying herself pouring coffee and orange juice. Her face was scrubbed and shining, her dress neat and freshly ironed.
"You got dressed early this morning," he said simply.
"Yes, I did. I've got a lot of things to do this morning, and I thought I'd get an early start." She smiled again as she brought the tray with the glasses and set it on the table, seating herself like she was in some restaurant rather than at home. Ron noticed she wasn't letting her eyes rest on his for very long at a time.
"I want to talk about last night, Sharon. I think we both ought to..."
"Oh, darling, not now. I've really got to gobble this and run. I made an appointment at the hairdressers for 9:30. It was the only time he could fit me in."
Ron remained silent momentarily, watching his beautiful young wife eat her eggs and bacon with studied precision, using her napkin and sipping her coffee as though she were on stage.
"Aren't you hungry, dear? Would you like something else?" she asked him, obviously a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
"I'd like us to talk about last night, Sharon. I think it's important ... for both of us."
"I think so too. I really do! But it's happened now, and it's over and done with ... and it's useless..."
"But it's not over and done with just an apology, you know that."
"It is for me. Really." She smiled at him momentarily, and returned to her rapidly disappearing eggs.
Ron paused, then picked up a piece of bacon between two fingers, and bit off one end listlessly. This was no good! She was just trying to cover up, pretend it never happened hoping it might go away. But it wouldn't go away, he knew that.
"Sharon, you've got to listen. It's no good being an ostrich about this and sticking our heads in the sand, we've got to find out why last night happened, what the reasons were, so that it won't happen again."
"Oh, dear, we know what the reasons were," she smiled, still maintaining her casual, carefree front, "You were tired from your trip, and we both probably had too much to drink ... and it happened, that's all. And it won't happen again because, I love you and you love me, and we won't let it happen again."
"Sharon..."
"And there is nothing to apologize for. Really and truly. I've forgotten about it already and if you insist on talking about it you'll only make it worse. There's no sense making a mountain out of a molehill."
"What happened last night was no molehill!"
"I've got to run! It's already 9:00. I've got to stop by the cleaners on my way." Sharon jumped up from the table, and reached for her purse on the drain board by the refrigerator. Then she came back to where her dejected husband was slumped in his chair, his fork playing frustrated games with his uneaten egg. She leaned down and kissed him long and hard.
"Now look, great big beautiful husband of mine, I love you. You made a mistake, and it wasn't such a big one, and I've already forgotten it." She reached down to cup his unshaven face in her softly cool hands. "Why don't you clean up the breakfast things, and then go back to bed for the morning and rest, and see if you can't forget it. Truly! I am not upset with you."
She pressed her lips against his a second time, ran one hand soothingly along his cheek as she turned and then stepped toward the door.
"Sharon?"
"Yes, darling?" she answered, stopping.
"When did you make your hair appointment?"
"This morning. Why?"
"Oh, no reason ... I just wondered. I'll see you this afternoon?"
"Yes, about 3:00." She paused. "Why did you ask about the hair appointment?"
Ron didn't look up from his plate. "I was just curious, that's all," he said.
* * *
Dick and Myra Green got up late that morning. They were in good spirits, as they always were after a night as orgiastic as the one before, and as they ate breakfast they solidified their plans for enticing Ron and Sharon Fleming into the trap they had laid for them. Dick didn't leave for the bank until almost 10:30, but that was his prerogative as vice-president, and he made use of it liberally.
After he'd gone, Myra cleared up the breakfast dishes, and moved lazily around the house, straightening up, putting fresh sheets on their oversized double bed, gathering flowers from the garden outside and placing them around the house at strategic points. When the scene finally met her approval, she went into the kitchen, lit herself a cigarette, found Ron Fleming's name in the telephone book, and dialed his number carefully. The phone rang only twice.
"Hello."
"Hello. Is this Ron Fleming?" Myra's voice was even more sultry than usual.
"Yes, it is. Who's this?"
"Myra Green. We shared a very bad steak last night after the Lewis' very bad party."
There was no hesitation on the other end of the line.
"Of course! How are you? Say, I was going to call and thank you for making something out of an otherwise disastrous evening."
"Dick and I felt the same way, Ron. I'm not keeping you from working or anything, am I?"
"No, no, not at all. I'm taking the day off."
"Well, lucky you." Myra smiled to herself. This was going to be easy. "You're a man after my own heart."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Dick laughed at his end.
Myra laughed as well, and then breathed into the phone, "Well, we'll leave that up in the air for now, what do you say?"
"Agreed. How's the painting coming?"
"Oh, it comes and goes, you know. I get discouraged fairly easily, though, and it's hard to keep my mind on it."
"From what Dick said last night, you don't have any reason to be discouraged. Sounds to me like you're suffering from a case of the artist's dumps." Ron laughed.
"Well, that may be. By the way, are you really going to come over and say comforting things about my paintings? You did promise to say nothing but good things last night, didn't you?"
"I did indeed. And I will ... nothing but sweetness and honey."
"Well listen, Ron, if you've got the day off ... I mean I don't want to be pushy or anything ... but what about today? I'll be home all afternoon, and if you don't have anything else to do, I'd like to hear what you think of me."
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"I don't know, Myra..."
"Well, if you've got something else cooking we'll plan it another time."
"No, I don't have anything planned, it's just that Sharon is out, and..." There was another pause, and Myra waited with excitement.
"Oh well..." she said, gilding her voice with just the right amount of disappointment.
"I'm sorry, it's just that ... oh, what the hell! Of course, I'll come over. My wife won't be back for a while anyway, I'm sure."
"I don't want to pressure you, now, Ron..." Myra licked her full, luscious lips in anticipation.
"No, you're not, believe me. I'd love to come. Really! What time would be best for you?"
"That's great! Let's see ... well as soon as you can is all right with me. I can even feed you a sandwich if you'd like."
"How can I turn down an offer like that? How do I get to your place?"
Myra breathed a triumphant sigh, gave Ron the instructions on how to find their home, said good-bye, and hung up the receiver. She finished one last pull on her cigarette, put it out in the ashtray beside her, and sat staring at the phone with a cool, almost calculating smile on her seductive face. She'd thought it would be harder!
She picked up the phone again and dialed another number. There was a pause as she waited for the other end to be picked up.
"Hello, Dick? ... It's your lovely, irresistible wife ... Ummm, you're sweet too, lover. I just called Ron Fleming ... Ummm? Of course, dear, who could turn down such a delectable creature as yours truly? It's set for this afternoon ... Yes, well I move fast, dear. Do you think you'll be able to put your part of the plan into action? ... Sweetheart, do you doubt me? I'll keep him busy 'til next week if I have to, and you know I can ... All right, I'll expect you about cocktail hour. But don't interrupt if it looks like we're enjoying ourselves, all right dear ... Righto, see you then, lover."
Myra hung up the phone and quickly went into her bedroom, changed clothes, put on the kind of perfume she knew from experience turned men wild with its musky scent, checked herself in the mirror, and then went around the house checking out all the little details one last time. She was smoking a cigarette in the living room, with a drink in her hand, when she heard the doorbell ring thirty minutes later. She got up, composed her voluptuously ripe body into its most languid, enticing posture, and glided towards the front door.
"Hi!" she greeted Ron cheerily as she opened the door, "Come on into the artist's lair."
"Sounds very inviting, Myra. How are you?" He took her proffered hand, and felt a tingle race up his arm at its delicious coolness. He allowed himself to be led into the living room.
Christ, but she was a beautiful woman! Ron's eyes were glued to his hostess' sensually built body as he followed her, not even trying to remove his hand from hers. She had been provocative last night at the party, but now, this way, she was even sexier. She wore short-shorts of bright orange so tight they clearly outlined her protruding pubic mound and its wide cleft through the fabric between her soft, ivory thighs. Her long tapering legs, bronzed even more than Sharon's, were bare and beautiful, and her naked belly was just as tanned between the tight shorts and the orange halter, which barely concealed the nipples of her deliciously mounded breasts from his gaze. Her dark hair fell invitingly over her shoulders, adding to the vivacious effect her sparkling green eyes gave forth. Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that she was looking at him as he devoured her with his eyes, and he smiled weakly. She took a slow sip from her drink.
"What's the matter, Ron? You look ... scared." her voice was coy. "I'm not going to eat you."
She laughed, and didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."
The young art critic grinned, a little self-consciously, at her as she stood looking up at him with a sultry smile on her face. He could smell a faint, musky perfume, and the heady of the odor made him slightly lightheaded; images of candlelight and soft music flashed briefly through his mind, but he shook them off. Hell, next thing I know I'll be getting romantic notions and a hard-on, which won't do me any good since Sharon was fifteen miles away and probably unwilling, anyway ... and this hot raffle number is strictly out of bounds. Still, he couldn't help entertaining a few lewd thoughts about the beautifully seductive Mrs. Green. Christ, she would probably be a holy terror in bed, the way she walked, and smiled, that husky voice, everything about her was irrefutable proof that she was a woman unfettered by most of the sexual restraints that plagued his own wife.
"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" Her sensual voice snapped him out of his erotic reverie.
"What? ... oh no, not at all. Your instructions were right on the dot."
"Good. Well, would you like the tour now, or later?"
"Right now! I can't wait to get a peek at the work of the greatest new talent this side of the Mississippi."
"Oh, you're a tease," Myra said breathily, and reached out to take his arm and guide him towards her workroom in the back of the house. Her cool, scantily-clad body brushed against him repeatedly as she did so, and he was having difficulty keeping his mind on the reason he'd come.
They spent almost a half hour in the studio looking at the paintings, Ron clearly impressed by the quality of Myra's work. It all had a common color, a thread of excitement and, yes, undeniable overtones of sensuality that ran like a thread through every picture. She painted mostly people, and every study contained in it the hints of an unquenchable passion, a thirst that was almost sexual in nature, which burst forth from the eyes and bodies of every subject. Ron saw Myra clearly in her work, and knew, without a doubt, that the same passion expressed in her paintings gave the dark, fiery woman standing so close beside him the incredibly sensual nature that was exciting him at that very moment. He realized instinctively that that passion, in the artist as well as the painting, was a hungry, and yet insatiable sexuality. That intuitive thought made Myra's every touch, every sultry word as she led him around her studio, arouse in him his own sexual frustrations, until they almost begged for release. Ron felt a hard knot slowly forming in his chest, and sensed the early stirrings of his warmly tingling cock underneath his smooth slacks.
"Well, that's it," Myra said as they came to her last painting. "What do you think?"
"I think it's good. It's very good," Ron managed to say, without too much of a catch in his throat.
"Oh, you're just saying that," Myra teased, leaning against him. "But I'll give you a drink anyway, if you like."
Ron felt the maddening caress of her full, luscious breasts as they brushed against his thin short-sleeve shirt. His rapidly awakening penis gave another undeniable jerk, and he turned his body from her so that she wouldn't see it.
"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all morning," he said gratefully.
"Follow me." She reached out and took his hand once again.
He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her fingers had further erotic effect on his already semi-aroused state; it was as if there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness in his throat, and his eyes were on the seductively undulating rhythm of her smooth rounded buttocks through the tight shorts. Damn, but she was one hell of a sensual woman! If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, there was no use stinking about it, getting himself all worked up over nothing.
"What can I get you?"
"I'll put myself in your capable hands."
"That's what I like to hear," Myra laughed, a teasing and inscrutable smile playing tag with him behind her eyes. "I've got a special treat for you. Ever had any Pastis?"
"No, what is it? Sounds oily."
"Well, it does seem to oil the parts that need oiling, that's true enough," Myra laughed again. "I think you'll like it. It tastes like licorice."
"Well..." Ron said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"
"With water," Myra answered. "Serve it over ice. I'll get some from the refrigerator."
She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Ron had put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid into a glass and added a bit of water; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque, almost milky one. "Hey! I thought only Pernod did that."
"No, Pastis does too." she lifted her glass, waited until he followed suit and then said, "A toast. To my brilliant work, and its ultimate success."
"Hear, hear." Ron sipped the drink, found that it did taste a little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went down quite smoothly.
"Like?"
"Hmmmmm!"
"Shall we sit down on the couch?"
"All right."
They sat down. It seemed to Ron that she sat rather close to him. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, which tightened the material of her shorts into the sharply-defined slit up between her long legs, making the outline folds of her vagina bulge out the brilliant orange of the material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand, so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular breasts were exposed to him and just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His quickly thickening penis spasmed beneath his trousers and, feeling a little ashamed, he took a long pull at his glass, draining the contents.
"I'll make us another one," Myra said, taking a healthy sip of her own drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his glass, and went to the bar. She was smiling quietly to herself as she refilled their glasses from the green bottle of Pastis. She'd been drinking it for a number of years, and knew the effect it had on the masculine libido after only three or four ounces. It increased her own sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it, of course. Yes, Ron Fleming was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial droplets of lust-heated fluid begin to flow from the softly sensitive walls of her vagina, as she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour.
She carried the filled glasses back to the unsuspecting art critic and handed him one. She was aware of his hot eyes locked hungrily on her, and she glanced every now and then at the front of his pants. She could see his long, erected cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly, and her wetly throbbing cunt began to flow faster with increased anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the first, as she knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He didn't protest at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the glass.
Ron felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The Pastis was beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling was so pleasant that he really didn't care. It wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly looped with a woman as beautiful, as wildly provocative, as Myra Green.
She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal sex, like a kind of aura encompassing her invisibly as she walked, moved, spoke. What I'd like to do, really like to do, would be to reach out and take her In my arms, kiss her, love her up a little. Oh, not anything more than that, I wouldn't try to fuck her or anything, but Lord it would be nice to kiss those warm red lips and caress those big pillow soft tits and tweak those nipples into rock hardness ... to take each one in my mouth and roll it around and around my tongue while I sucked a little...
Ron felt his angrily pulsating cock jerk into instant rigidity, as if it were alive or as if it were a tightly coiled spring held down by a fragile safety latch, straining to whip out with a sudden "twang".
He tried to will it limp again, to banish the obscene thoughts swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Myra's face.
She was looking at the bulge in his pants.
And she was smiling with wetly parted lips and fervid eyes.
"Why, Ron!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were you thinking about to have that happen now?"
"I ... well, I..." he stuttered, his face a flaming red.
She laughed deep in her throat.
"Myra, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I..." he faltered.
"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard on."
His breath quickened at her lewd words. "You ... you do?"
"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's right, isn't it, Ron? You do want to fuck me, don't you? You want to stick your nice hard prick into me?"
"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His massively pulsing pelvis seemed to be about to explode in his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly? Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was she talking to him like that? What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he could feel his suddenly churning balls begin to ache from the pressure of his gathering sperm; he really needed it, he really did, and Myra talking to him like that wasn't helping matters any. Didn't she know what might happen, mouthing obscene words like that to a man? Didn't she know? He took another long swallow of his Pastis and found that his hand was trembling slightly.
The seductive brunette leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white hot firebrand. She touched his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth.
"Well?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"
"Myra ... Christ, Myra, cut it out! I'm ... only human...! "
"And so am I, lover, so am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard cock. You have a big, hard cock, Ron. I can tell you do."
And she reached out and lightly stroked her fingers across the throbbing bulge.
He almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electrical shock of her touch on his painfully throbbing penis, encased within his pants though it was. Myra stroked it gently, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to pull back, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her firmly ripe breasts pressed softly against his arm, and her moist warm lips found his jaw line, traced a pattern upward along his cheek and then over to search for his open mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub the massively swollen hardness between his legs.
"Myra ... please, for Christ's sake!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" the undulating seductress repeated, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an unwilling, but nonetheless hypnotizable, subject. "You want to fuck me, Ron, you want to fuck me."
He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his mouth was bending hungrily down against hers, his tongue flailing deep into her moistly heated mouth. Her hand began to move faster over that long bulge in his trousers, and she eagerly sucked and nibbled at his wet quivering tongue, swirling her own tongue around and around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to accept the onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its own, Ron's left hand came up and found her warmly up-thrust breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to draw the garment down and away, exposing her nakedly ripe breast with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the seeping hot wetness of the seminal fluid oozing from the pulsating tip of his cock as she continued to massage him with such a practiced thoroughness that he thought the head would surely erupt.
And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the warmly resilient flesh of her magnificent large breasts, and his long hard cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Ron's mind like a mailed fist.
My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married man ... this is wrong, she's married, too! Jesus ... what would Dick Green say? What would Sharon say? What would she say if she saw what was happening right now, my hand on another woman's naked tit and that woman 's hand stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through with it, I just can't!
The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from Myra, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson partially from shame and partially from his intense arousal. He averted his eyes, looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.
"What's the matter, lover?" Myra asked casually beside him, and then, with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience, aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."
"Y-Yes," he managed to answer. "What ... what are we doing ... what we were leading up to ... Christ, Myra, it was crazy, it was all wrong."
"Was it?" she asked.
"Yes ... of course..."
"I don't think so," she said.
"Yes ... yes."
"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in that droning, sultry voice of hers. "You know it and I know it. So why pretend any different?"
"Jesus, Myra!"
"It's purely a physical matter," she continued. "You want to get into my soft warm pussy, and I want your big old cock inside me. That's all," her lewd words floated across to his mind.
"I ... I love my wife!"
"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to do with us, with here and now, with fucking."
No, no, I don't want to hear any more! Ron thought with gathering panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways, you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it, no, I can't do it!
He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to the dark-haired artist, staring at the wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was aware that his wildly pulsating cock was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get far, far away from her and to hell with...
Her voice whispered huskily behind him, "Ron ... lover."
He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw her the words died in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and his eyes froze.
Myra Green stood before him completely naked!
She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliant color on the bare floor at her feet. She stood with her long tanned legs spread apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, flaring hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her quivering pink tongue showing. Her wet, petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his eyes like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her. The black triangular bush of her sparse pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of her other parts, jutted out like two ruby encrusted, snow-capped mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the warm flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"
"Myra..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose. His maddeningly hammering cock began to assert its mastery over the mind and take control of his body.
Slowly, slowly, the voluptuously naked brunette lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her ripe straining breasts to her flanks. Brazenly, she cupped the firm white mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then her hands were stroking her taut little belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her pink tinted nails were just touching the fleece of her darkly inviting pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed obscenely across her naked belly.
The young art critic stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this wildly seductive woman before him and the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His frantically jerking penis seemed to be screaming with his ever increasing arousal.
Slowly, Myra's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her softly curling pubic hair, blazing a path toward the narrow pink slit up between her outspread legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly glistening pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling oily red bud of her erect little clitoris to Ron's lustful gaze. With her outstretched right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in a maddening cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, visibly throbbing cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning, mesmeric voice.
"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your ass-hole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry, and then I'll lick your ass-hole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you so hard again. I want you to eat my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my clit, I want..."
On and on she intoned, and the words, the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Ron's mind into a swirling frenzy of wild, implacable lust. Oh Christ, I've got to have her! I don't care about anything now, the only thing that matters is Myra's lewd invitation to fuck her. The sight of that hot little bitch finger-fucking herself is driving me nuts. Jesus! I've got to fuck her!
As if he was somehow spirit free from his body, he watched himself objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her nakedly undulating body. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hand went out to her, touched her warmly rounded shoulders, but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."
He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his shamelessly aroused body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into the bedroom and then lay back on the King-sized bed with her legs spread as wide as she was able to splay them. "Get naked lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see that big prick of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover. Let me see it."
With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Ron undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-engorged shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, throbbing like powerful machinery.
"Oh, it's lovely, just beautiful. As big as I knew it would be." She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."
"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"
"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"
"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!" Her voice had lost some of its earlier mastery and it seemed now that there was an element of hot impatience in it.
A small, tortured cry came from the very core of Ron's being and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arm not caring about anything but this soft, warm, musky smelling woman pressed nakedly to him. He was dimly aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care!
He showered moist hot kisses all over her face, her throat, into the warm soft valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped naked bodies and located the rock hardness of his pulsating penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his sensitive penile flesh, and then his mouth closed hungrily down over hers as their tongues lashed and twirled against one another, trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her sensually writhing body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him, and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her lithe tapered legs as wide as they had been before, her wetly palpitating cunt flared open, dripping and waiting.
Myra's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he were an uncharted island and she an explorer. His long, massively throbbing cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs and pressed into the narrow, hair lined slit of her eagerly undulating cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their nakedly entwined bodies up with the strength of her back then reached under her buttocks, and, with both hands, pulled her wetly glistering vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his thick, lust hardened shaft greater contact with her moistly sensitive cuntal flesh. His long hard penis lay softly cradled and throbbing in the full length of her warm wet crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his massively rigid flesh trapped hotly between her soft inner thighs.
The young art critic forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, as he made little inarticulate sounds of animal desire deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white hot, to him as she undulated her ripe lush body against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the tanned skin giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the muscle cords in her thighs pressed quivering against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments from now, when he sent his hot pistoning cock burrowing deep into her tight little pussy.
"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Ron pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smoothly rounded ass in the palms of his sweat slick hands, pulling her loins hard against him. He moved his thick long hardness up and down the fiery slit, feeling her grow warmer and wetter as passion seethed out of her. Now her nakedly grinding buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her sleek warm calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Ooooohhhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his wildly palpitating cock to guide it between the blood filled lips of her surging young cunt. Ron groaned loudly as he felt her knowledgeable hands move his hard shaft of hot flesh up and down between her legs, running it the length of her hair lined slit, parting the soft, fleecy hair covering her vagina with the lust-swollen cock head. The pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to fuck her now!
He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, wetly gaping mouth of her pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.
"Aaaaaarrggggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his long fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping up against the softly mooned cheeks of her ass.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to fuck me, that's ittttttt!"
Ron ground his pelvis into the squirming, moistly pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes. She strained back under him, arching her nakedly writhing loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already sweat soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her beautiful long legs around his ass as she worked up and down on his massive pole of hot flesh in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailed from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
"Ohhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ... ooooohhhh yessssssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Ron, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass, and make me scream for you!"
In slave-like obedience, Ron reached between her frantically rotating buttocks as he drove his long pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched her ass cheeks wide with his hands, and then dipped his extended middle finger toward her anus. A small stream of warm slippery moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her wetly seeping cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered little anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his outstretched finger, ramming hard and feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in, the tight elasticity of her hotly clenched anal passage. Her body convulsed upward to crash into his with a loud slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain and she screamed, "Aaaaaahhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!"
His teeth tightly gritted, he thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yessss, that's it, hurt me, hurt me!"
Despite her cries, Ron felt Myra suddenly begin to screw her softly fleshed buttocks back down on his long worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving cock sliding in and out of her wet pulsating cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his eagerly pistoning shaft, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. The voluptuous brunette groaned wildly under him and he could feel his massively swollen cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the pleasure and pressure building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known fucking could be like this, this good, never, never..."
He wanted her to cum too, to mingle her bursting juices with his simultaneously, and he began ramming his massively rigid thickness into her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped him tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that she was approaching her orgasm. He continued the dual merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his muscled body.
She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumbling, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her firmly rounded breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned loins. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with animal lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
And then-
"I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there! I'm ... ccccuunummmmminiiinnnnnnngggggg!"
The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her frantically trembling thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread pussy was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out the joyousness of her orgasm to him.
Ron felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his hot thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on his virile young penis with all the power in her thighs, as her fire and honey loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great swirl of heat which was building, building in his sperm-churning testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his wildly jerking cock. He began to spew thickly heated streams of cum into her madly sucking cunt in seemingly never ending bursts, emptying his very soul deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her insatiably lusting pussy. He moaned as the last of his sperm flung itself outward an eternity later, and then he slowly withdrew his rapidly deflating penis. It came out with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer like threads of semen along her rounded little belly and matted pubic hair as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath rasping out of his lungs.
A long moment passed, and Myra said quietly, "That was lovely, Ron. It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."
He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, and self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Sharon, he had never known that feeling, had known only a vague veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.
Sharon. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man that was growing inside him simply shrugged the thoughts away, and he lay there, feeling the warm heat of the stunningly voluptuous woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consumed lust.
He felt Myra stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring hungrily down at his now limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said, "I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed. Would you like that?"
He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor of excitement suddenly course through his loins. Could he get another hard on so soon? Was that really possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"
Her head dropped slowly, toward his groin, and abruptly her little pink tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his wetly glistening penis, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Ron's still inexperienced cock was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"
"Yes ... oh, yes!"
"But not here ... we'll go out in the rear yard. I'll suck you under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Ron?"
"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"
"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."
CHAPTER FOUR
Dick Green rested one arm lightly across the back of the seat as he eased his car onto Oro Canyon Road. He gazed briefly across to the passenger seat, where Sharon Fleming stared out the window at the magnificence of the plush homes lining her side of the street, and smiled lewdly to himself. It had been easier than he'd expected!
He'd called up Sharon in the middle of the afternoon, as he and his wife had planned the night before, and found that she didn't know where her husband had disappeared to. Dick had told her that Ron had gone to offer Myra some critique of her paintings, and then proposed that they go to his home to join the two "artists" for some drinks. Sharon had hesitated, but then accepted gratefully, and Dick had picked her up at her house not 20 minutes later, barely able to keep his excitement in check when she greeted him at the door dressed in the shortest of mini dresses. Her smoothly creamy thighs had raised in him an almost unbearable anticipation, and it was all he could do now to keep from reaching out and caressing her as she sat so unsuspectingly beside him.
"We're almost there," he said to her, smiling warmly.
"What a beautiful neighborhood," Sharon returned, without turning her head from the window. She hadn't imagined that the Green's were so well off But then again, he was the vice-president of a bank...
She'd been hesitant at first about accepting his invitation for drinks, partly at any rate because of the strained atmosphere between Ron and herself that morning. Although she hadn't wanted to admit it to her husband, Sharon had been deeply hurt by his almost animalistic behavior the night before. But then she'd decided that perhaps a few drinks with a gregarious couple like the Greens were perhaps just what the doctor ordered, that this was the perfect chance to ease the tension between them. She was in good spirits now, as the car made its way up the broad avenue of Oro Canyon Road, and she turned to her host gaily.
"Are Ron and Myra expecting us?" she asked him.
"No, we're going to surprise them," Dick whispered back conspiratorially.
"I hope Ron is still there. He might have left by now."
"I somehow doubt that," Dick chuckled. He turned the car into his driveway, and pulled quietly up in front of their rambling home. He got out and shut his door as noiselessly as he could, and then watched Sharon close her door almost soundlessly with feminine grace. Perfect! Now if everything was as planned...
"Well, Ron is still here anyway." Sharon said to him. "At least his car is." Sharon impulsively linked her arm in Dick Green's as they made their way around the Fleming's car and up into the house Dick opened the door without a sound, and ushered Sharon inside. The living room was empty.
"Now, where could they be?" Dick asked himself aloud, barely able to keep a smile from his lips. "Maybe they're back in Myra's studio."
Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Dick and Sharon's ears. It seemed to be coming from the opened sliding doom that apparently led into the backyard.
"Oh God, Myra, that's it! Suck me! Suck my cock, you beautiful, loveable whore!"
Sharon froze, her mind joggled by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Dick. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "What, what was that?" she managed.
"I don't know. It sounded like a man. like ... Ron!" he whispered. The picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Sharon's tender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"
"But, I ... "
Sharon was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Dick Green. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility, but yet an all too real reality. But the banker's strength was too much. Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Sharon let him take her to the sliding doors, and there, hidden by some hanging drapes, she peered onto the grassy stretch of back yard. She took one quick glance and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to die, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilement of her soul, was too great! Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness of Dick's chest.
"Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not Ron!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Dick's body. "I don't believe it!"
What she had so briefly seen was her husband and Myra Green locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely naked, their hands coursing over each other's bodies, their mouths and tongues bobbing hungrily up and down between each other's legs. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the lewd wet sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the air.
Dick Green maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she voraciously sucked the large, wetly glistening cock sawing between her lips, and as he saw Ron's wildly bobbing head licking the pink, tender flesh of Myra's pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his always eager cock begin to harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Sharon, feeling her softly ripened curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, violently strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the shamelessly fucking couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Sharon fumed into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and stupidly abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.
"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.
Dick tried to look pained as he folded his arms about her protectively. "It's true, Sharon. I'm afraid it's true."
She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Ron and Myra in their perverted pose. How could he do such a things She remembered the previous night, when he had acted so bestially. And now he was doing this unbelievably obscene thing to another woman...
Almost hypnotically, Sharon fumed and saw again the salacious sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Myra was at a fever pitch, her tightly ovaled mouth straining to swallow the whole rigid penis pumping in and out between her lips. Even as Sharon watched, Myra devoured the moistly shining cock all the way up to Ron's pubic hair, so that none of the thick fleshy shaft was left to view. She continued to stare, frozen by shock, stunned by the blatantly lewd scene.
Myra's free hand was pumping up and down on the long hard shaft in lewd rhythm with her licking, and as she inhaled the pungent masculine odor of him, a wild thrill of excitement rippled through her. Expertly, she ceased her wild tongue washing, and then, with infinite slowness, closed her lips warmly and moistly around the hard rubbery head, pressuring it just below the mushroomed cap, holding it tight like a rubber band.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... Christ, your hot little mouth feels good on my cock ... " Ron moaned into her warm perfumed pussy as he pushed his thick throbbing cock into her lust contorted face. He felt her teeth nibbling gently at the spongy flesh, and her tongue tripping eagerly around his long sensitive hardness, as she slowly began to move her soft warm mouth up and down its full length.
She continued to suck and lick more hungrily on the distended organ, goading it into an even greater rigidity and width, her palm kneading softly and teasingly at the roiling heavy sac of his testicles. Her wetly sucking lips ovaled even more tightly around the throbbing circumference as she strove to enclose more and more of it in her warm buttery mouth, taking it far back inside her until the tip of it was brushing against her tonsils. Her cheeks were puffed with the hotly pulsating flesh inside as her fingers held the vein-marbled shaft around the base, guiding it into her wildly salivating mouth ... and she felt the pulse beat of his turbulent hot blood as it coursed through the virile young cock she had excited to the supreme heights of arousal by her wanton, unabashed sucking...
Sharon drew in her breath as she watched her husband take his hands and spread Myra Green's fleshy inner thighs even further apart to reveal the moist, blood engorged vaginal slit and its wetly throbbing pink surface matted with his saliva. Then Ron dropped his head again, and Myra's shamelessly writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. Out there, on the towel, Dick's wife moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around his head, her nakedly sculptured hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
Involuntarily, subconsciously, Sharon found herself beginning to thaw with Myra's lewd undulations as Ron continued to gluttonously lick the woman's vaginal area. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"
"No," Dick said."
"But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!"
Her words were a jumble of incoherence, an idiot's babbling. Dick knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her shock-dazed eyes.
"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level headed about this."
"Then let's leave. Now! Take me home, Dick please!"
Nodding agreement, he led her out the way they'd come and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full-grown adults."
Sharon managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Dick hand her into the car.
He reached in across her lap, brushing against her firmly curved thighs, opened the glove compartment, and brought out a large flask.
"Here. Drink this. It's scotch. It'll help."
She did, willingly, taking a long swallow. Gratefully she handed the flask back, but he indicated she keep it. Getting in, he started the car and backed quietly down the driveway.
They didn't talk for awhile, and the bewildered young wife's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Ron so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that! And then there was Myra, with her long tanned legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking his ... sucking ... Sharon took yet another drink of the flask she clasped tightly in her anguished hands.
* * *
Ron's cock, thought Myra as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Dick had been right: the Flemings had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Ron first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill a whole new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing that she and Ron might at his very moment be under observation spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Sharon Fleming ... and that thought sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust perverted senses. She loved that! She adored to have her sensually perfect body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on a stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Dick, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the exciting warmth of Ron's magnificently pulsating cock.
She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own vaginal lubricating juices, and the thought of what she was doing sent wild tremors of delight coursing through her. Her warm wet tongue brushed along the thick base of the hot pole of flesh and grazed the wide underside to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, washing and playing with it with caressing, lapping strokes. And then she returned to its base and the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips, as her warm saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel beneath them. She removed his wildly pulsating cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Ron moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hot hungry mouth, her full red lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Ron moaned again and raised his leg, making Myra move over him more fully; and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of his head, her nakedly widespread cunt mashed down against his face, while she trailed her tongue along his foreskin. She continued to stroke him, to squeeze and jerk his massively hardened shaft with her hand, the tantalizing beat making him squirm and lift his legs to expose the crinkled little brown star of his anus.
Myra licked along the cord like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his tightly puckered anal opening, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of her love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his heatedly eager mouth upon her erect clitoral bud and cunt. She was wild with a mindless erotic frenzy, the sensations jolting her belly and loins with almost high voltage intensity and driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing orgasm. God! She had to cum with his beautiful giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden spewing of his mighty cum. She had to taste his warm semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm churning scrotum and along his heavy, sheering, blood-infused shaft at its pulsating head, before wetly slipping her tightly ovaled lips down over it again.
Ron groveled in her cunt, her spasmodic up and down fucking rhythm in finely honed tune to his hard thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this wonderfully hot bitch overwhelmed him; and the excitement of it all still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious sexual encounter of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie or an all too vivid wet dream, it was unbelievable ... just to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move nakedly to the out-of-doors. Dick Green's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his. Myra strutted around the house completely naked, her full ripe breasts jiggling proudly, her firmly tanned thighs and cum soaked pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi hard, still blood engorged cock dangling and swaying pendulously between the lumps of his spent balls.
Then stretching nakedly out under the warm sun...
The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, entirely in the open...
These had all been new to Ron, and tremendously arousing! Within seconds, she had made him fully erect again, and then climbed over him, taking his huge pulsating hardness with her hand to lead it into her dilated, wetly gaping pussy. She had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her softly dangling breasts. Wild ... absolutely, mind blowing wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt and he had happily acquiesced. He was kissing her moistly perfumed pussy now, while she in turn licked and teased his eagerly throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft fleece of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a hot desire ridden pussy as it blossomed to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant sensual female, he was doing just that! If only Sharon, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue in her cunt; his cock in her mouth ... Oh God! He could feel his lust swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.
He breathed hard and blew into her, the proud cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard up against the sweet wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed in ecstasy. He drew her over him so that her wetly palpitating, soft pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips. Then holding her tight around the hips, so she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy vaginal as far as it would go. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her heated palpitating vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts, that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to eagerly curl and flick his tongue at the expanse of her pearl white backside. He sucked and licked while she wantonly ground her ass around his face, almost out of control.
Her wildly twitching cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her sleek inner thighs and his chin while he ran his tongue around and around her stretched vaginal opening. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged slave like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her excited young cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her pussy and its deepest lubrications, her thin sweat filmed skin, and the orifice of her anus. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the little brown anal ring, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside with stabbing thrusts that brought shrieks of wild delight from her suddenly insane body. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cuntal lips and plunged into the wet pink layers to discover her tremblingly erect clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love, while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of unholy desire.
She was almost ready to cum!
He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from her cock filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously, and he could feel her wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her hotly palpitating pussy against his face as he licked the tormented, flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her nakedly writhing body and she sucked savagely, almost painfully, on his penis with an ever-increasing vacuum and strokes.
Then suddenly she stiffened, and Ron heard her mumble, "AAAAAAGGGGGGH! "I'm ... I'm going to ... going ... to...! "
Her whole being seemed to explode over him, and he could no longer hold his climax. My God! he thought crazily as the rush of sperm threatened to burst along its narrow tube ... my God, its never ... been this good ... before! And he knew, with a great jolt of lewd excitement, that he was about to cum in her mouth!
"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmmniiinnnnnggg!"
Ron knew she was straining to climax, and then she began to wantonly twist and wrench herself, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, as she grunted out her mind shattering orgasm. In spite of her sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth as the first hot rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.
Myra's head bobbed furiously over his thick erupting shaft as she hungrily sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen, her tightly ovaled mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan in forbidden delight beneath her as he rammed his wildly jerking penis yet deeper in her throat. His heatedly pulsating cock continued its wild ejaculation, the vengeance of his seething hot semen drenching her gullet. Myra groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple bobbed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted so hotly and without let up into her. She clenched her lips in a tight elastic ring around the long jumping penis so as not to lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent, until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her soft warm mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his penis sliding from her cum glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Ron, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly. And the lewd sight was so exciting that he felt the first tentative stirrups of a resurrection and, miraculously knew he could go again ... anytime she was ready.
* * *
"What are we going to do about ... them?" Dick Green asked as he and Sharon sat in the living room of the Fleming's home. His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.
"Oh, my God, I just don't know!" Sharon dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Ron would ... do ... such a thing!"
"Your husband is quite a lover," Dick said caustically.
"My hush--! I don't call what they were doing ... making love!"
"No? What was it then?"
"It was ... disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what they were doing!"
"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to." Dick pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. "I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."
"Kissing people ... there ... is sick," Sharon said, cringing. "They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Ron actually ... having intercourse ... than ... what he was doing."
Dick smiled inwardly at the innocent young wife's reluctance to use the real words for what she saw and thought. But he only looked at her almost as a doctor would a patient.
"Don't be too sure, Sharon. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness ... and to make others happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."
"I ... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But can doing such things really make people happy?"
Dick shrugged. "Well, they seemed to be. Didn't they?"
Sharon started to sob again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Dick crossed the room from where he was sitting, and lowered himself gently onto the sofa beside her trembling body. He reached in his pocket and gave her a clean, white handkerchief. She wiped her eyes gratefully, and then tried to speak.
"I guess you think I'm an awful fool for behaving like this ... I'm sorry, Dick."
The man opposite her smiled, and let his hand come to rest comfortingly on her naked thigh below her short skirt. She wasn't even aware of its presence.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, dear. I'm just as upset about this whole affair as you are. No one can blame you for being angry."
"Oh, I'm not angry." Sharon said pitifully. "I'm just ... so lost. I'm frightened, I think."
"Of what?" Dick asked soothingly, letting his hand remain where it was, feeling an almost electric tingle race up his arm and down into his already uneasily stirring cock.
"I don't know..." the tearful woman next to him said. "...it's like everything I was sure of turns out to be nothing but illusions."
"I know just how you feel, dear."
Sharon felt the alcohol she'd consumed while driving back from the Green's house rise in her brain, blurring everything but the distinct images of Myra Green and her own husband locked in the disgusting throes of sexual lust. She wondered dizzily if it really did take deviations like that to satisfy a man. No. It couldn't, it just couldn't! But ... could it be that she was the one that was wrong? For the first time in her married life, she began to doubt her conservative moral values.
"How about another drink, Sharon?"
"Well ... all right. Why not?"
Dick got up and went over to the chair side table for the still quarter full flask he'd brought in with him from the car. He came back to Sharon and stood above her as she took another long swallow. Hell, it wouldn't be long now! He could hardly keep himself from stripping the flimsy clothes off her delicious young body and fucking her silly right now! He sat down on the sofa again, and placed his hand on her smooth warm shoulder.
"What are we going to do about them?" he asked again.
"Oh, Dick, I don't know what to do," Sharon answered, tears welling up in her eyes again, brought on by the alcohol as much as her anguish.
"Well, I'll tell you the truth," he said softly, "I almost feel like repaying them back in kind!"
Sharon's eyes widened, and she straightened herself beside him. He couldn't mean...
"I don't understand..." she blurted out.
"What I mean is I think we ought to let them know just how much it hurts to see somebody you love fucking someone else. I think we ought to ... well ... I think we ought to show them turn about is fair play."
"Oh no, Dick, I couldn't ... " Her heart began hammering as she realized he was serious.
"Listen, Sharon," he said, leaving his hand on her shoulder and placing his other again on the warm velvet skin of her thigh, "they deserve it! And, God knows, we'd be perfectly justified."
The alcohol-dazed young blonde felt his hand squeeze the pliant flesh of her inner leg as if punctuating his statement, and she winced from the pressure. But she was aghast to find that his lewd suggestion immediately brought back the vision of Ron and Myra sucking each other, and that this time that vision brought along with it a completely unexpected and unwelcome tingle of excitement in her loins.
"No, Dick, that's ... I wouldn't ... Oh God! ... I could never ... I..."
"Why not?" the bank executive crooned, continuing his gentle caressing of her faintly trembling thigh while forcing himself to remain relatively calm. "They have it coming to them."
Sharon felt his warm gentle fingers kneading her thigh in unmistakable desire, and she tried desperately to still the forbidden tingle of desire that rose from her quivering groin into her alcohol befuddled brain. She felt the junction between her downy soft upper thighs grow warm and wet from his unexpected caresses, and took another quick drink from the flask in her hand, hoping it would calm her down. What's happening to her, she wondered, feeling Dick inch even closer to her on the sofa. The pressure between her legs was growing heatedly strange, she had never experienced this kind of thing before ... Never!
Dick sensed her tensing, and slipped his arm quickly around her slender young waist and pulled her lushly ripened body to him. Shocked by what was happening, she was even more shocked that her alcohol weakened will made no move to resist him. Something was making her totally incapable of resisting! She could feel her erotically tingling breasts pressing against Dick's massive chest.
"Oh God!" she whimpered.
"What's wrong?" Dick whispered into her shell pink ear and then kissed it.
She couldn't manage to say anything. Little pinpoints of what she now recognized as unwanted lust were racing like miniature wind devils through her, arousing her love starved body even though she willed it to stop. Fear swelled in her throat as she stared unseeing at the banker's sport coat breathing in his strong masculine scent with quivering nostrils.
Dick smiled to himself with anticipation. This was it! He slipped his hand expertly up her back, then came down again to raise the blouse from inside her little mini skirt and snake his hand inside along her cool, sculpted back. He could feel her tremble in fright and excitement at his touch, and grinned lewdly when he noticed she was incapable of making any movement to escape his caress. He found the snap of her brassiere, and easily unhooked it, letting her firmly ripe breasts drop down heavily against the front of her blouse. Leaving his one arm snugly around her waist, he brought the other around and eased it under the loosened brassiere cupping her full, rounded mounds with a gentle touch.
Suddenly, with a loud groan, Sharon turned to him and threw her arms wantonly around his neck, pressing her half naked young body up against him and locking her warmly wet mouth on his in a furious, almost hysterical embrace. Dick started from the violence of her move, but then responded quickly by thrusting his tongue deep within the hungry cavern of her soft mouth. He knew that she had submitted fully now, and even though he didn't know why, he didn't care either.
Sharon felt her shamelessly aroused body ignite with the unbearable desire that raced through her. Her mind was fogged, filled with nothing now but the overpowering need to increase the maddening chills that were racing through her body, increase them to the breaking point ... she felt Dick's frantically thrusting tongue in her mouth, felt his one hand gently, oh, so gently kneading her tender nipples into rock hardness, felt his other hand coming from around her waist to loosen the buttons on the front of her short dress. But she didn't care! She didn't care about anything now not about right, or wrong, or even Ron! The sight of her husband hungrily licking Myra Green's cunt flashed continually before her eyes, as did the horribly stimulating sight of Myra's lip stick painted mouth around her own husband's wetly glistening penis, and the images combined to fan her wanton desires into a seething inferno of physical need. Her humiliation and shame, and even anger now, at what she had witnessed this afternoon made her even more susceptible to the wildly exciting caresses Dick Green was now spreading all over her yearning body. Her one desire was to rid herself of the tension that tormented her so mercilessly and instinctively she knew that only one thing would satisfy her now ... sex. She had to be fucked!
Dick quickly unbuttoned the front of Sharon's mini dress, unwrapped it from around her voluptuously squirming body, and put his hands under the tight waist band of her little white silken panties. He was going to really turn her on this first time! He was going to do something to her he knew she'd never had done before! He was going to eat that beautifully quivering pussy of hers until it blew her mind and she came! He bent over her and quickly pushed her lace edged panties down over her hungrily undulating hips. In spite of himself, he gasped at the luscious sight in front of him. He doubted that he had ever seen a more mouth watering body. Sharon Fleming lay spread before him on the couch, completely naked now, her eyes closed as though she didn't want to see what was happening. The sparkling gold of her moistened pussy was spread temptingly before him, its quivering pink flesh framed hotly by two of the most fabulous thighs he'd ever seen.
Sharon was only dimly aware through her stupor of what was happening. She remained slouched down on the sofa, the cool leather touching up against her nakedly white buttocks. She opened her eyes to see Dick's head bending down, down between her wide splayed thighs, and it was only then that she realized what he was about to do!
"No, Dick, don't ... please..."
But he was already there, his hot hungry mouth pressed into her seeping loins, his breath breathing fire into her already aroused and lubricated cunt. A shuddering chill ran through her body like electricity, sweeping away all restraint like so much unresisting vapor. With a small cry, she tangled her hands in his hair, wanting it now, incredibly, wanting to feel what Myra Green had felt when Ron had sucked her pussy senseless! Dick's lips were now at the tender moistness of her eagerly twitching cunt, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her warmly seeping vagina. The agile tongue worked over her wet defenseless flesh, and she watched in a weird combination of heaven and excitement as Dick's head bobbed up and down between her widespread thighs.
Even as she looked, an overwhelming tremor of perverted lust sparked inside her and then ballooned into a raging inferno of need and she knew as surely as she could feel Dick's lip nibbling voraciously at her hotly rippling cunt, that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the fantastic sensations mushroomed in her belly and rushed up to overwhelm her in a torrent of lust. She spread her frantically trembling legs even wider, and with both hands pulled the banker's head up into her lewdly displayed cunt. She was lost ... but she no longer cared!
Ron found it hard to keep his mind on his driving as he sped back towards his house. He couldn't place the feelings which were rioting inside him, nor could he pinpoint the cause of the curious emptiness in the pit of his stomach.
He had treated Sharon so shamefully, had acted like a real bastard, first of all, fucking her so violently the night before, then leaving her all alone while he was with another woman. A feeling of self loathing consumed him. How could he hurt and humiliate her like that? He was a despicable louse and didn't deserve a wife like her. Sharon certainly didn't do anything to deserve the bastard of a husband she was landed with ... but he was going to change, he suddenly decided. Things couldn't go on like this. He and his comely young wife were like strangers, and the fault was his! He'd have to forget about Myra ... it would be hard, but he'd have to do it. He'd have to tell Sharon about that afternoon, too, and he winced suddenly as he visualized the look of hurt and disbelief which would cloud her lovely features when he confessed. But he'd have to go through with it, and beg her forgiveness, and pray firmly that she would forgive him. He knew he didn't deserve any compassion, but he'd do his best to make up to her for what he had put her through. Myra ... he forcefully banished from his mind the picture of her sensually yielding body, the overwhelming touch of her practiced hands, the luscious moistness of her hotly clasping pussy as it closed around his plunging cock ... He'd have to forget, that was all there was to it.
Ron pulled into the driveway and noticed a vaguely familiar car in the driveway. But he couldn't place it, and he made his way around it to the back door. He had barely opened the door and stepped inside the kitchen when he was stopped dead in his tracks by his wife's voice.
"OH GOD, DICK ... KEEP SUCKING ... KEEP SUCKING ME LIKE THAT!"
Ron's blood ran cold and all color drained from his face. He stood staring at the closed living room door, his mouth working grotesquely, his eyes bulging with shock. For what seemed an eternity, he stood there, and then, and then, as if automated, his legs began to take him over to the door. His hands, of their own volition, turned the handle, like a man sleepwalking he stealthily opened the door and stepped into the living room. His state of semi paralysis and complete numbness prevented him from shrieking out at the unbelievable sight that confronted his eyes.
Dick Green was nakedly kneeling on the rug, his head buried between the lewdly spread thighs of his wife, while she lay with her eyes closed and her hands pressing Dick's hungry mouth into her wantonly undulating cunt!
Ron could hear his heart pounding like a sledgehammer, and he thought it must be reverberating through the room. But his wife and her lover didn't seem to hear it, engrossed in their lewd task, and Ron continued to stand there, mesmerized into immobility. He wanted to run over there, smash Green's face for him, and then tear Sharon limb from limb ... but he couldn't! He couldn't move! As if he was rooted to the ground, he stood there, his burning eyes straining at the sight of Dick's tongue disappearing into his wife's wetly glistening vagina.
Sharon was unfaithful to him, just as he had been cheating on her! A sinking feeling in the depths of his stomach made his skin clammy, and a murderous rage began to curdle inside him. The bitch, the goddamned frigid little bitch...
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lust-transformed face as Dick Green continued to suck with abandoned frenzy. She was mewling with pleasure, her head thrown back, her mouth half open in rapture and her eyes closed, as her fingers clutched cruelly at his hair, forcing his face further down into her shamelessly writhing cuntal valley. Suddenly, a wild, mewling cry rang out, stifling Ron's own wife's lovely young face contort as she obviously reached for release.
She was cumming! Ron stared aghast, hardly daring to breathe, as he watched the furious intensity of his wife's climax ... he found himself staring in morbid fascination, watching as his wife's thighs spasmed and jerked, wrenching Dick's head hard up against her violent orgasming cunt with incredible violence. It seemed she would go on forever.
"Oh God, Dick ... it's good ... it's so good..." she murmured, her hips still jerking in the throes of her orgasm.
Her laudatory words were like a whiplash around Ron's brain. With a snarl, barely human, he stalked further into the room, his face on fire, his hands raised and doubled into fists, his eyes snapping with cold fury.
"You fucking little slut ... Oh God, I'll teach you, you goddamn, cheating whore ... you cheap fucking bitch..."
Sharon gasped as she opened her eyes to see her infuriated husband standing over her, and she raised one hand to her mouth fearfully.
"Oh no ... God, no ... not this..."
CHAPTER FIVE
The moment her husband's words penetrated her ears, Sharon felt her whole world come crashing down on her. The realization of what she had done was brought home to her with resounding force, and she saw herself as her husband must be seeing her, naked with Dick Green's reddened face still suspended over her wetly quivering cunt. She shuddered at the thought and stared back at Ron's livid face, silently beseeching him for mercy.
"You cheating bitch!" he snarled again, taking a step towards her.
"Now just a minute, Ron..." Dick began, almost amused by the young husband's fury.
"And you!" Ron snapped, turning towards the man who had been sucking his wife, "I ought to break your neck, you son of a bitch!"
"Take it easy, Ron," Dick started again, "I can explain..."
"Explain how come you were in my living room going down on my wife?" Ron sneered, his face ugly. "Well, just try."
"Ron, please..." Sharon interrupted piteously, and then was sorry she had spoken. Her husband turned to her again with new venom, enraged that she seemed to be defending her lover, and he reached for her brutally, pulling viciously on her long hair.
"Oughhhhh!" she sobbed helplessly, "Stop, please, Ron, you're hurting me..."
"Listen to me..." the naked banker began again, but was cut short by the young husband's shout.
"You stay out of this! This has to do with me and ... and this slut!"
Sharon winced from his invective, wishing she could disappear into thin air. She had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her life. It was the end ... of their marriage, her life ... she was destroyed beyond recall ... Ron would never forgive her.
"Oh, darling, please listen..." she begged, but her plea was useless. Ron was like a stranger, a cold, unfeeling and very angry stranger. She was afraid of him, deathly afraid ... he might kill her!
He grabbed her roughly, still mouthing obscenities, his face inscrutable as Sharon cringed nakedly against the floor, her hair matted around her face, her eyes fearful and bulging wide.
"No, please, Ron ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean..."
"Shut up, whore!" he screamed, raising his hand and slapping her full across the face with savage force.
"Now Fleming, watch..." Dick began but was silenced by Ron's murderous reply.
"She's my wife ... I'll do what I like! I told you to keep out of this!"
Sharon was sobbing wildly now, her arms thrown protectively around her face, her whole frame wracked with convulsive moans. Oh God, what terrible anger had she unleashed in him? What could she do to stop him?
There was silence for a moment, and Sharon heard the rustling of clothes. Her heart pounding with apprehension, she peeped out from under her arm, and then her throat went dry and chalky as she saw that Ron, too, had stripped down totally naked! But her eyes were fastened immovably on the huge, distended erection of his grossly enlarged penis, hovering like a giant python over her. God, she'd never seen it so large! She continued to stare at it with mounting fear, unable to drag her sight away from it, so pulsatingly alive was it, like a separate entity.
With a gasp, she felt her husband's hands on her knees, roughly forcing her thighs apart, until she thought she'd scream from the unbearable strain. He was glaring lustfully at the wet open furrow of her vagina, revealed by his brutal strength. A cold wave of fear washed over her as she saw his murderous expression, and she was forced to shut her eyes.
"Oh, Ron, please don't..." she wailed again, desperately trying to escape her husband's vicious grasp.
"Open your eyes, whore, and see what I've got for you!" he leered cruelly, his eyes roaming lasciviously over her nakedly quaking body. She refused to obey, unable to look again at the monstrous erection.
"Look at what I've got for you, slut!" he shrilled again, his fingers like talons in her flesh.
She forced herself to look once more at the thick, snake like length of Ron's angrily inflated cock, and couldn't disguise the look of dread which came over her face. It was huge! Bigger than she'd ever seen it before! He'd kill her with it!
She stared, wide eyed with horror, as he settled himself on his knees between her open legs, the enormous shaft hotly nudging against her inner thighs. Her mouth was arid, and she tried to whimper but no sound would come. She could hardly believe that this nightmare was happening to her, and she knew how prisoners must feel when they are facing the torture chamber ... filled with numbing disbelief, yet quaking with paralytic fear. She wished she could faint, but knew she wouldn't. There was no escaping her husband's anger, it was her punishment for what she had done. She had been unfaithful to him, and now she must face the consequences. Even though Ron himself had been unfaithful to her, she knew that her lot would be different from his, even though the crime was the same. That was woman's role, to be cast as the real sinner, and the fate of countless generations of women had subconsciously prepared her for it. There was no escaping the wrath of a wronged husband...
She moaned as she felt her husband's hands fumbling with the warmly sensitive flesh of her vagina, pulling apart the soft, fleece-rimmed folds, exposing the entire helpless crevice of her pussy, baring it completely to his wild, unreasonable lust. There was something so lascivious about his contorted features that Sharon hardly recognized him, and she wondered if she was going crazy. The world was turned upside down, thrown into complete chaos, and she was sure she'd never find her way out of it.
Through tear-swimming eyes, she watched as her crazed husband guided the head of his anger engorged penis towards her tight little vaginal opening, and cringed back from the hard contact of his hot unyielding maleness. She steeled herself, gritting her teeth, waiting for the ultimate humiliation...
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH ... OH NO! PLEASE STOP ... PLEASE DON'T!" she begged shrilly as she felt the giant head push past the thin, futilely resisting lips and began to worm itself up inside her wet, fearfully cringing cunt.
"OOHHHHHHHHHhhhhNnnnnnnnnnnn..." she sobbed again, as her body felt as if it was being split in two by the huge invading cudgel which was entering her defenselessly quivering flesh. She tried to struggle. to dislodge the steel like skewer up between her wide held thighs, but her movements only seemed to draw it even further into her belly, and she resisted, fighting to control the hysterical moans which were rising in her throat in response to the diabolical pain which was invading her.
"How ... do ... you ... like ... that whore?" Ron gasped, as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her warm resisting little pussy, oblivious to her disgust and fear and agony. His venomous words cut her like a knife, lacerating her flesh, tearing sadistically at her heart. He hated her, that was obvious, she thought pitifully, fresh tears coursing down her face.
"Hhhhmmmmppphhh ... aaahhhhhhhh..." she gasped again as she felt the rubbery tip of his forcefully slithering cock graze against the softness of her cervix. He was all the way in! She could feel his burning balls brushing against the nakedly spread cheeks of her ass, and the crisp pubic curls at the base of his long sunken penis tickling against her swollen vaginal lips. She was at his mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it, except lie there limply and take whatever he gave her.
At last he began to withdraw, with painful slowness, his massively pulsating penis pulling out with it the tender interior membrane of her tormented cuntal walls. He withdrew almost completely and then hesitated before slamming forward again with all his might, his face wreathed with a vengeful, leering grin.
"Aagh! Aaagghhh! Aaaaaggghhhh!" she wailed as new pain assaulted her. It was unbearable! He was killing her ... she'd never be able to walk again. And the worst of it all was, he didn't seem to care. All he was interested in was abusing her, punishing her for something he, himself, had done too, and satisfying his own perverted lust.
Ron watched his wife's beautiful young face contorted in agony below with sadistic pleasure. This'll teach the little bitch he thought. His wounded pride flailed at him, urging him on to domineering bestiality, goading him into brutality to ease his own pain. He'd make her suffer, the way he had suffered when he walked in and found her being tongue fucked to orgasm by another man's lips.
He began to fuck into her with cruel hard strokes, feeling the abrasive rush of his cock as it sliced into her upturned young pussy, feeling the warm harsh tug as it withdrew, pulling little tendrils of the moist pink flesh with it. His hands reached forward and clamped down on the finely ripened mounds of her breasts, his fingers clutching at the soft flesh, raising red welts on the golden smoothness, wringing sobs of pain from his helplessly writhing young wife. But he couldn't stop himself. He was borne along on the wings of his hurt feelings, his savage lust ... and his guilt. In the first few minutes of terrible discovery, he had completely forgotten his own failings ... that he had just a short time ago been fucking the wife of the man he had caught with Sharon. But now that fact came back with pristine clarity, and he felt a deep disgust inside him, disgust at his own sin, disgust at the way he was taking it out on his wife ... his own crime and hers ... she was bearing the brunt for both of them...
But he couldn't stop himself as he unmercifully fucked into her cringing form. He felt he was a man no longer ... just a raving beast venting his primitive emotions on a hapless woman.
Sharon had ceased moaning; the clearing of the initial pain lessened her anguish, and now she felt nothing but numbing emptiness. Her body, grown so accustomed to love, was not reacting to her husband now ... but his was not love.
Ron was incensed by her lack of response, her inertia, her apparent lack of feelings.
"This is the way to fuck a whore!" he panted lewdly, "now act like one ... put some life into that hot little ass of yours . . .start grinding, slut..."
Dear God in heaven, help me ... Sharon sobbed to herself, her husband's words seething in her brain. But he's right, I am a whore ... only a whore would do the things with another man that I've done. I deserve to be treated like this, I deserve it. So I'll be a whore to him! She began rotating and undulating her loins up against him, tentatively at first and then with increasing enthusiasm.
Then Sharon stiffened, unable to believe that she had really felt the beginning tingle of familiar pleasure up between her legs. But she had! There was no denying it. She tried desperately to quench it. She couldn't let him know that her body was reacting to his animal screwing ... she just couldn't. But there was no stopping it. The erotically rippling sensation grew out of all control, fanned, it seemed, by her resistance to it, until her entire voluptuous young body was shaken by a convulsive shudder. She was beginning to enjoy the brutal, almost sadistic fucking her husband was subjecting her to, and she couldn't hide it any longer.
"Mmmmmmmm ... oooooooohhhhhh..." she sighed as her pelvis began a slow familiar churning, and her warm cuntal flesh rippled with the first tiny rolling waves of pleasure. She was responding to her husband, and she couldn't help herself.
Ron stopped for a moment, unable to believe his senses. He just couldn't believe that his prim wife was reacting to his lewd fucking of her in front of another man, reacting in a way he had never dreamed possible. But she was! She was mewling with pleasure, her sensually naked body alive with pleasurable sensations, far more aroused than he had ever seen her before.
"Honey..." he began tentatively, staring down at her face. It was transformed now, wearing a look of supreme rapture, and suddenly, her arms reached up and embraced him, pulling down to her, opening her wetly parted lips to receive his tongue. A wave of pleasure swept over him, washing away his anger, his guilt, washing him clean of everything but a blinding happiness as he realized that his wife was responding fully to him for the first time ever!
"Oh Sharon, honey..." he moaned, his mouth closing on hers in a tight, passionate kiss.
Dick Green stared dumbfounded at the naked young couple writhing in wild intercourse on the floor. He had derived a sadistic enjoyment from watching Ron's brutal abuse of his young wife, and although he felt sorry for her, and had tried to intervene, he couldn't help getting aroused from observing the lasciviously exciting act. His massively thick cock had swollen to an unbearable hardness now and he fondled it gently, urging it on to even greater erection, peering all the while at the hotly grinding pair on the rug. But the greatest shock of all was when he saw that Sharon Fleming was actually beginning to enjoy this vicious rape. He could hardly believe it; she had been so cowed, so terrified at first, and now she was mewling with pleasure, grinding that beautiful little ass of hers up like a street whore, her ripe young body craving more and more. He'd never have believed it if he hadn't seen it himself! His own urgency was growing, doubled by the exciting thought of Sharon's transformation from frightened frigidity to fiery passion, and his eyes hungrily devoured the sensual curves of her voluptuously aroused body. His excitedly pulsating penis was like a time-bomb ticking over with unexploded power, ready to detonate any moment...
His lust clouded brain was fumbling for a solution and his eyes were glazed and strained from staring jealously at the young married pair. As if in a trance, he began moving towards the undulating pair, a strange, twisted leer contorting his mouth...
Sharon was ecstatic. This was heaven ... Ron had forgiven her, it was obvious and now they were really making love, and it was the way she'd dreamed sex would be ... beautiful exciting. It was wonderful!
"Oh, Ron darling ... it feels so good ... your cock feels so good inside me..." she purred, spiraling her wetly clasping cunt up and matching her supple young body to her husband's virile thrusts.
Suddenly, through her sex-dazed mind, she imagined she felt other hands on her. Then, moments later...
"What..." she began tentatively, apprehensive again.
"It's me ... Dick..." The voice was hoarse and rasping, "roll over, baby ... daddy wants a ride too."
Sharon bewildered, her mind racing. What did he mean? What did he want? She heard Ron say, "Sure ... why not! You've had half of it already." She felt her body being twisted, and dazedly the young wife allowed herself to be rolled over, so that she was kneeling on top of her husband, his hotly pistoning cock still slamming unwaveringly up into her contacting depths. Then she felt Dick's gentle hands, caressing the tender flesh of her buttocks, kneading the smoothly rounded cheeks, pulling and straining the soft, yielding mounds apart. A tremor of fear caught at Sharon's heart. Oh God, what did he have in mind now?
She could feel the thick hardness of his fully erect member digging into her backside, squirming against her like a giant worm, and she could feel his warm breath heating the back of her neck as he kneeled behind her nakedly raised buttocks and showered her back with wet kisses and hard little bites. Her brain confused, her body reacting both to her husband's love-making below, and Dick Green's attentions from behind.
"Ron ... darling?" she moaned questioningly, but he didn't answer. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily in a blissful world of his own.
Again she felt the soft flesh of her buttocks being pried apart with alien thumbs and felt the urgent probing of Dick's huge, desire hardened cock as it pressed hotly into the open crevice of her ass. She could feel the wetness from the lust swollen head lubricating her naked skin, and shivered from the illicit touch of his hardened penis there in that forbidden place.
He began to nudge at the tiny puckered hole with the eagerly seeping tip of his cock, noting with satisfaction the tightness of the tiny, rounded circle. Then, with a lewd grunt, he began to probe at it with his forefinger, and suddenly, without warning, he rammed his outstretched finger up inside, sinking it to the second knuckle joint into her unsuspecting anal passage.
"Oooooowwwwwwwwwwww..." Sharon sobbed suddenly, taken unaware by the grating pain. She tried to wriggle her backside, but she was held fast between the naked bodies of the two men and couldn't move. She could feel Dick's finger rotating slowly around in her tightly clenched anus, and she trembled with the unnatural pain. Ron was still blithely fucking up into her vagina from below, and the intense pleasure she was experiencing in her warmly throbbing cunt contrasted strangely with the agony she was suffering behind.
With a sigh of relief, she felt Dick withdraw his finger, but she caught her breath again as she felt him guiding the thick, blood engorged head of his massive penis towards her tiny defenseless opening.
"Oh, Dick, please no..." she groaned in an urgent whisper, but it was too late. With a chest-deep grunt, he surged forward and managed to penetrate her small, tightly puckered anus who the tip of his cockhead.
"OOOooooooooooooh God! ... Stop! Stop! You're splitting me!" she screamed, flailing her finely rounded young buttocks madly as she felt the brutal pressure of the huge instrument lodged in her hideously stretched anal passage. But her struggles were useless and Dick, with a slight pop, ground the remainder of the head in and continued to thrust forward, forcing his massively heated penis deeper, sinking it, inch by along, torturous inch, into her tightly resisting little rectum.
"Please Dick, don't ... Oh God ... Uunggggghhhnnnnnnnnnnhhh..." she gasped again, as with a deep grunt, he lunged forward and sunk his long hard shaft completely to the hilt in her painful resisting channel. Sharon's mind was totally engulfed by the stinging pain, unable to comprehend fully what was happening. Her rectal passage seemed on fire, and her spine a continuation of the fiery agony. She could feel Dick's wildly throbbing cock moving about inside her, mercilessly widening her anal sheath and flexing larger and larger with each beat of his pulse. Then, with a low, grateful moan, she realized that he was withdrawing, and his exiting was almost as painful as his brutal entry. Again, he rammed his lust hardened pole of thick flesh forward, splitting her backside unbearably, causing the nakedly impaled young wife to sob out with pain. But then, miraculously, as he began to fuck into her warmly cringing rectal depths, the pain gradually cleared and left her with a strange lucidness which quickly began to dissolve into a slow, building sense of pleasure.
For a moment, the young wife's Confusion wracked mind was suspended in disbelief, and then her wantonly aroused body was convulsed with long, complete shudders of pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy this dual fucking! this perverted anal sodomy, enjoy it fully as much as she was enjoying her husband's penis hotly hammering into her vagina.
She could hardly believe it and for a moment was shocked at her own wantonness. But as erotic pleasure overtook and overpowered her, she threw caution to the wind, and reveled in the novel sensation of being screwed by two men at once. This was really what it was all about, she thought happily, riding the crest of her madly pulsating pleasure, finally freed from the manacles which chained her morally to the earth for so long. Now I've experienced all, she told herself ecstatically, as her ripe young body rocked back and forth between her husband and her lover, giving herself up completely to hedonistic enjoyment. She thrust downward to receive Ron's demonic in plunges into her warmly eager cunt from below, before grinding her buttocks hotly back to absorb Dick's hard pistoning cock deeper into her maniacally puckering anus.
Her body was coated in perspiration, sandwiched between the two men, and her brain was light and dizzy from her exalted enjoyment. There was never anything like it, she thought crazily, and a sudden image of how obscene she must look entered her brain and titillated her with its lewdness as she pictured herself, her hair streaming, buffeted between them, giving her body to both of them at once, accepting both their wildly hammering cocks at the same time, experiencing double the pleasure. She was truly liberated now, she moaned happily to herself, she would never be the same again and what's more, she didn't want to be! Now she knew that Ron loved her again, and nothing else mattered. Now she was free to enjoy all the delights of her sensually aware body, which had been freed from its Victorian prudery. Forgotten were all Ron's insults, his anger ... nothing was left but the exquisite pleasure that she was feeling and the knowledge that Wings were all right again between them.
Her entire being was being carried away now on wings of unparalleled delight, and she was happy to let it go to whatever heights it was lifted to, happy to give herself over completely to whatever was going to happen. Her head was spinning and she felt as light as a feather. Abruptly, the wetly sluicing fucking sounds that resounded in the room were joined with her own cries of impending orgasm as her nakedly spread young body was tossed about in a series of bone shaking spasms which signaled the first beginning of her coming climax.
"Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking me ... I'm there ... I'm ... I'm cunuummmmiiiinnnggggg...! " She hardly recognized her own shrill voice spewing out the lewd words, hardly recognized her hoarse cries as her nakedly writhing body was pounded and battered by the mounting passion of the two lust crazed men, each merciless in his screwing. They fucked into her in well timed unison, their long exploding cocks rubbing against each other through the thinly dividing membrane between her rectum and cunt. The hotly clenching twin passages seemed to be trying to outdo each other in scintillating sensation, and her flesh was tingling in every pore and nerve ending.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH..." she continued to scream as wave after incredible wave of intense pleasure rippled over her, soothing the wild, uncontrollable trembling of her body, causing her to shudder and sob with the depths of her cumming. She had never known anything like it. It was a total release, involving her completely. Even her brain was alive with leaping kaleidoscopic images, far away in a world of its own.
Her wild rocketing signaled the two men's hovering orgasms, and their equally wild grunts were hoarse as they felt the force of their approaching ejaculations.
"Oh honey, honey, I'm there, I'm there ... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH..." Ron sobbed out, his body tightening like a bow before crumpling into a thousand tiny spasms of overwhelming pleasure.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ... Christ, baby, fuck back ... fuck your ass back..." Dick suddenly yelled, and then the two men began to spurt their thick hot semen into her wildly churning passages in unison, sending white streams of it shooting far up into her womb and bowels, flooding her belly completely, and their joyous shouts crowned the intense pleasure she was receiving from the violent double fuck. Their ejaculating sperm seemed never ending, as volatile and amazing as their climaxes themselves. On and on, they spewed out their love juice into her and Sharon felt the violence of their orgasm triggering her once again!!
"Agggggghhhhhhh, I'm ... cuuuummmmiiiinnnugggggggg!! " Her tensed body shook beneath the violence of her second crashing climax, which wracked her frame, blurring her mind with unbelievable rapture. She spasmed again and again, and only after what seemed like an eternity did she begin to stop, panting uncontrollably, finally feeling Ron and Dick's thick satiated cocks resting tired and limp, and rapidly deflating in her two quivering passages.
The two men rolled off her and collapsed on the rug beside Sharon, and all three breathed deeply with complete satiation, their bodies still tingling, their naked flesh pulsating from the force of their simultaneous release.
In the back of her mind, Sharon heard a door being opened, and then a loud, familiar voice, a female voice, rang out!
"Good God, what have you been doing to the child?"
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon stared in amazement at the tall, beautiful woman who was striding into the living room. She was so surprised to see Myra Green that she forgot for a moment that she and Dick and Ron were all stark naked.
"Myra..." she whispered, involuntarily trying to cover herself.
"You poor girl!" Myra clucked, moving over towards where Sharon was lying. For a moment, the young wife was afraid that the older woman was going to strike her, but to her surprise, she found herself being enveloped in her arms, and pressed close to her warm, feminine breast. Sharon was too surprised to raise any objection, and she found, with astonishment, that it actually felt good, being cradled lovingly like that, very safe and secure. The two men were staring aghast at Myra; Ron discomfited, his face beet red, Dick casual and smiling.
"Well, honey, how did you get here?" he asked at last, with that curious smile still playing about his lips.
"Never mind that!" Myra snapped, her eyes glowering. "You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves, sandwiching the poor innocent girl like that!"
"She didn't seem to mind it," Dick laughed, "in fact, I'd say she rather enjoyed it!"
Myra knew that Sharon was really none the worse for wear, but she knew that Ron's wife was very young and inexperienced, and her heart went out to her. She could sense that there was a knot of fear convulsing her deep down, that she herself probably didn't even know about. It was obvious that Ron and Sharon had patched up, and she was glad of this, she thought, as she stroked the younger woman's sleek blonde hair. Myra had sensed that there was something wrong with Ron when he left her so early, obviously agitated, and with her long knowledge of young married men, intuitively hit on the truth. Knowing that her husband was already with Sharon, Myra had decided that she'd better drive over and straighten things out, if need be.
But she admitted to herself, with a chuckle, that her motives weren't all altruistic. She knew Dick well and knew that he would be able to turn the scene to his advantage, and the jealous thought of her husband having all that fun by himself cinched the decision and urged her to take action. Now she was glad that Sharon apparently appreciated her presence. She really was a beautiful girl, she mused entirely without rancor, observing the smooth gold of her chiseled features, the sculpted lines of her nakedly slender young body. She could see what had made Dick so mad to get her, and could forgive him his headstrong action in this case. The thing that really surprised her was that Ron Fleming could have shown any interest in anyone other than this lovely young creature.
Ron was staring at her in open mouthed amazement and she stifled a laugh.
"Don't worry Ron," she soothed, "I'm not going to harm your beautiful wife ... it's just that she needs a woman's comfort now!"
That's right, Sharon thought dreamily, that's exactly what I need, and she raised no objection when she felt Myra's face nearing hers, and felt the touch of her warm lips on her own mouth. Myra was kissing her, and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked the other woman's kiss ... there was something sweet and undemanding and relaxing about it, after the avaricious demands of the men. Amazingly, she found herself responding, parting her lips and allowing the older woman to slip her tongue inside. It felt good, she thought happily, I like it!
Myra continued to smile, seeming to float down beside her on the floor until Sharon felt the gentle brush of her soft hand on her brow and in her hair. Her belly and the soft inner sides of her satiny thighs seemed to quiver in empathy to the beautiful older woman's delicious touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of apprehension endeavored to make itself felt, but soon passed in the glow of warmth that had spread throughout her entire being.
A shiver rippled through her at the touch of Dick's wife's hands moving down her throat, coming to rest on the nakedly firm globes of her breasts. Myra's long slender fingers were brushing electrically against the hardening nipples, caressing them ever so lightly, and Sharon moaned almost inaudibly, aware of strange new feelings cascading through her. The older woman's fingers were feather soft, like velvet, as they stroked the sensitive aureoles, tweaked the buds of her nipples, nearly turgid again, and brushed along the tender flesh of her flanks. Oh, good God, how good it felt ... so light, so soothing...
The essence of Myra's sensuality seemed to engulf Sharon as she enjoyed the delicate and slender hands on her suddenly tingling breasts. An ensemble of mixed emotions surged restlessly within her mind and body, feelings that she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt as if mesmerized as Myra's exquisite face moved closer to hers and its perfect, full and soft mouth closed down once again upon her own, tenderly, moistly, warmly ... finally, with increasing urgency. Sharon's lips felt strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being pressed apart by Myra's sweet tasting tongue slipping between them into her mouth. Moments later, Dick's wife's voluptuous body was stretched out against her own, with only Myra's flimsy clothes between them, separating breasts, bellies and loins.
Dick was staring bemusedly at the scene, not surprised at his wife's amoral behavior, and still captivated by his lovely protegee. The wild three way fuck had really titillated him, and he felt a sort of pride in how well his talented pupil, Sharon, had responded to the call of sensual delight. He wasn't at all surprised to find himself still enraptured by her gorgeous young body, and found himself drawing near and nearer to where the two women were kissing and wantonly fondling each other.
Myra smiled up at him as she saw him approach, and made movements which obviously indicated she wanted to be naked, but did not want to interrupt her soothing caresses of Sharon's ripe unresisting body.
Dick grinned back at her, and as she turned her attention to Sharon once again, began to remove her clothes slowly until she lay completely naked beside the voluptuously panting Sharon.
Ron stared uncomprehendingly and in disbelief at his wife, his eyes blinking as though he were having hallucinations. He couldn't believe, at first, that she had actually accepted the other woman's kisses and caresses, but now what was even more astounding was the fact that she didn't protest as Myra pressed her own wildly sensual body against her. He was conscious of a feeling of deflation almost at the knowledge that there was obviously a side of his wife that he didn't know about ... a side which Dick Green must have uncovered ... which he, her husband, was unable to do. Peeved as he might be over that, he had to admit that he was glad it was uncovered ... no matter what the reason ... and he could scarcely believe that this lovely exotic creature was his wife. She had amazed him by responding to his cruel, bad tempered fucking, and he had been flabbergasted when she had accepted Dick in her anus at the same time, finally reaching a climax from the wild two way fuck. Now she was revealing still another side of her personality, one in which she seemed bent on the pursuit of sex, any kind of sex; and Ron felt a strange lurid thrill of excitement as he watched the unusual scene, conscious of a rising force of lust in his loins.
"You are a darling girl," Myra whispered huskily and hotly into Ron's wife's mouth. "Too beautiful ... too fragile to take the kind of punishment you just did. Now you just relax, dear ... Myra's going to make it all beautiful for you, a new kind of beauty, one you never knew existed before ... just relax ... relax..."
"Ummmmmmmmmmm ... yessssss," Sharon moaned softly, wishing she could somehow show this beautiful older woman her appreciation of what she was doing. Of their own volition, her hands reached up and found the full mounds of Myra's cream white breasts. She wanted to show Myra how grateful she was for her kind caresses, her exhilarating kiss ... she wanted to let Myra feel the wonderful sensuality of female hands on her breasts, just like she herself was feeling them. She found the soft warn flesh and ran her fingertips along the smooth surface, searching further until she found the hard berries of Dick's wife's nipples awakening eagerly at her touch. They felt firm and resilient, and new thrills excited Sharon as she stroked and massaged the breasts of another woman for the first time in her life.
Myra kissed her again and Sharon met her tongue automatically with her own, feeling the gentle, loving hands caressing her breasts enticingly and moving down over her with an intimate tenderness that seemed to fill her heart with untold affection for this beautiful, understanding woman. She felt the hands stroking her sensitively quivering buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, satiny fleshy loveliness.
Again, a brief sensation of schooled repugnance filtered through her, but she refused to let it grow. Something erotically fascinating ... strangely forbidden; yet sensuously beautiful, was happening to her ... Whatever it was, she wanted it ... wanted it to continue ... The cool air which bathed her nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny, ruby nipples to a rigid hardness, then Myra was pressing close to her once more, massaging her own splendid nakedness against Sharon's soft, supple flesh, their nipples rubbing, their full, firm breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken curls of their sensually rotating hair covered pubic mounds.
Sharon's husband watched the tableau spread before him with disbelief, and yet with growing fire in his sperm recharged balls. His freshly satiated cock was already semi hard again, stirred into life by the sight of his wife and the voluptuous Myra Green locked lewdly in each other's arms, their perfect little cunts pressed up against each other tightly. Ron saw, too, the leering expression on Dick Green's face as he bent over the nakedly prone couple with his huge cock completely erect and drooling.
Sharon gasped out with the erotic tremor that rippled over her tingling, sensitive flesh and through her delightfully aroused mind, as Myra's hand caressed the orbs of her rounded, quivering buttocks, spreading them apart and tenderly easing between to stroke her tight little anus with a knowing and gentle finger. Once more, the voluptuous blonde wife trembled erotically, and a second later Myra rolled her onto her back, her hand tracing down over the full arched line of her hips to her gently curved thigh. The beautiful brunette slithered down her body and gently pressed Sharon's legs open until the older woman was kissing the creamy, warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the unshadowed, hair lined flanges of her wantonly aroused pussy.
Momentarily, Sharon seemed to emerge from her fluffy minded enchantment, abruptly raising her head to see that she was being watched by her husband and Dick Green. Then she lay her head back on the floor, uncaring and smiled warmly at the glowing sparkle in Myra's green eyes as they locked on the narrow pink slit between her own legs, where already drops of warmly perfumed moisture glistened from her building passion. Wild sensations raced through her as she saw the dark-haired beauty greedily flick out her small tongue tip to swipe the pungent droplet into her mouth, then draw her tongue from the point where the coral slit joined the smooth cleft between her buttocks. Sharon moaned as the tantalizing tongue traced the thin pink line of her wetly blushing vaginal lips to its little clitoral peak, sending a vibrant tremor over her shameless writhing body. Enchanted, she watched as Myra tenderly, with her thumbs, brushed aside the tiny entanglements of pubic hair and spread apart the tightly clinging cunt lips until her gleaming red clitoris burst into full view. Then, as the ripples of desire grew into seismic waves of rapture, Myra began to lick it tenderly.
"Ohhhhh ... Myra ... That is so good ... ohhhhh ... don't ever stop..."
Ron jerked his gaze to his wife's ecstatically fluttering half closed eyes, only barely managing to tear his attention from Myra Green's lesbian sucking of Sharon's moistly quivering cunt. He couldn't believe it! She was another woman! Ron noticed that his rigidly erect cock was now standing out rock hard from his trembling loins; and unconsciously, as he watched the salacious scene before him, he began to play his hand over the smooth foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the swollen, bulbous head. He watched mesmerized as Myra easily lifted his wife's legs and pressed them all the way back against her ripe up-thrust breasts.
Sharon raised her head to watch the ravishing older woman nuzzle her face again into her genitals, her dark tresses grazing tauntingly against the soft flesh of her belly as Myra began to lick and suck at her pussy with a lewd hunger.
The sensations Sharon was feeling in her loins were breathtaking ... yet, even as she had begun to wantonly squirm and writhe beneath Myra's delicious hot licking tongue and sucking lips, certain revulsion toward their obscene lesbian performances were mounting within her. Her upbringing and natural instincts were in revolt. Even though she well knew that such forbidden perversions went on in the world about her, she had never in her wildest imagination conceived that she could be a willing part of such an act ... but there she lay! Sprawled on her back with her legs raised high and her thighs widespread in licentiously growing desire beneath the beautiful female creature whose hot educated mouth and tongue were instigating unbelievably lascivious pleasures inside her ... if she wasn't careful she would cum ... really cum with this magnificent gorgeous woman sucking and licking so beautifully at her cunt...! In spite of its wickedness it was heavenly...!
"Oh ... God!" Sharon gasped in the bliss of her ravishment. Myra was sucking her erect little clitoris and nipping at it with her sharp white teeth, sending violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It was maddening ... erotically maddening ... Then, the older woman's tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly throbbing vagina, moistly rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her again. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by those small, slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees back tight to her erotically aching breasts as she felt the moistly taunting tongue trail downward through the smooth yielding crevice below her vagina to her anus. There it licked before its tip pressed firmly into the puckered little hole, penetrating only a short ways, though she tried to help by relaxing the outer muscles to the fullest. Once more, the wildly licking tongue returned to her throbbing hot cunt, and curled up into her, then flicked back to her clitoris again with the pressure mounting deeper and deeper in her loins.
Dick laughed to himself as he watched his wife perform. God damn! She was an insatiable woman, taking sex any way she could get it! No wonder they'd never had a dull moment in their married life. Dick glanced at Ron, and chuckled silently. Sharon's husband was staring in wide eyed excitement at the lesbian debauchery before him, kneeling upright, his hand stroking his long distended cock with frantic fervor. Dick grinned, and began to stroke his own rigid shaft gently, teasingly, until it throbbed painfully under his touch. Both he and Ron continued to stare at their wives as though hypnotized, stroking their massively pulsating cocks almost in unison.
Myra raised her head from Sharon's heatedly moistened cunt and smiled at the young wife. "Come down here and kiss me, you darling," she whispered throatily.
Sharon lowered her legs and obediently got to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She wrapped her arms hungrily around the other's neck and planted her wetly parted lips on the soft warm mouth, tasting the poignant essence of her own vagina there. The taste, the smell, the entire situation was causing her head to swirl in a deep wanton desire.
Myra held her inside her arms, then pressed Sharon's cheek against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one hand down over the naked girl's soft belly ... downward through the silken pubic hair to her wet pussy, drawing a finger up between its moist quivering lips.
Sharon whimpered and tried to move closer; then, without volition, her head dropped to the woman's beautifully shaped breast and pressed the hardened nipple into her mouth. At once she began to suck hungrily, wetly, as her timidly trembling hand began moving over the lush warm flesh of Myra's body.
"You like me, my pet?" Myra whispered, hotly.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... oh, yes ... yesssssss," she moaned, her lust filled brain swirling...
"You are so sweet and lovable, my dear ... mmmmmmm ... tell me, Sharon darling ... have you ever made love to a girl before?"
"Oh, no ... no, never..."
"But you like it, don't you...? "
"I ... I don't know ... don't know what's happening to me ... but it's beautiful ... yes, beautiful...!"
"And the best is yet to come, my love ... for both of us ... as we kiss and suck each other's pussies at the same time," Myra breathed passionately, her soft hand caressing her love partner's delicate cheek resting against her full breast. "Would you like that ... to lick and kiss my cunt, to bring me pleasure as I brought you rapture, Sharon?"
The young blonde wife's brain reeled, and her belly churned with the carnal stimulation Myra's lewd words and meaning aroused in her as prurient sensations soared through her sensually provoked body.
"Oh, God...! " she gasped uncertainly, looking upward into the excited, sparkling green eyes of her teacher. "Oh, God ... I don't ... don't know ... don't know...! "
But the decision had already been made as Myra slowly pressed her back onto the floor, then kissed her once as she knelt beside the girl, trailing her moist tongue downward between her ripe young thighs and again extending her tiny pink tongue to caress the erect little clitoris. Abruptly, the wild tingling sensations were beginning all over again inside the blonde wife's abdomen. Sharon wasn't aware of how long the magnificent enthrallment between her legs went on before she opened her eyes to the feel and sight of Myra's nakedly sensual body moving up over her. The long white columns of the older woman's thighs were spreading wide, knees snuggling in against her ribs ... the luscious snowy buttocks moving backward above her face until the alluring sight of that other beautifully moistened vagina was completely exposed before her.
In the shadowy midpoint between those gorgeously ovaled, moon shaped buttocks Sharon could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the coral slit of her partner's lovely blushing vagina with its hair lined lips opened enough to view the succulent pink flesh within. Small, sparkling dewdrops of passion aroused cuntal moisture clung to the pouting, fleecy lips. Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, until the musky perfumed scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing, she suddenly lashed out with her tongue, going deep into the raw velvety flesh toward the beautiful creature's clitoris ... reaching up to clutch at the warm twin mounds of the buttocks and draw them down tighter to her face while she ran her tongue wildly through the warmly fleshed layers of the already seeping cunt ... probing the slight pungency of the vagina, as her own desires continued to soar like a runaway rocket in her wantonly excited brain.
Sharon sensed her own clitoris palpitating maddeningly in its flushed, erect state, and her breath was beginning to catch in her throat sharply at every grazing caress of her lover's delicious tongue. She eagerly pressed her wet open mouth tighter into the tender succulence of the cunt before her, separating the soft, fleshy lips protecting its slightly bearded vaginal slit. Then her mouth became a ravenous vacuum, open and hot, with nothing but tongue greedily invading the moistly seething fissure ... nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the willowy girl's now hotly clasping channel, lubricious with its tangy secretions blending with her own saliva...
Sharon was cocooned in bliss, enraptured by the new sensations she was feeling, carried away by the seductive charms of the older woman. They remained orally fucking each other into greater and greater heights of arousal until she heard Dick Green's hoarse voice through her euphoria.
"Sorry, girls, but I can't stay out of it any longer."
Sharon stifled a gasp of surprise when she glanced down and saw that Dick was hovering between her knees. Vaguely, she wondered what he was doing. In the back of her mind, she felt that she wanted to be left alone, to enjoy Myra's soft, feminine embraces, but at the same time...
She drew in her breath quickly as Dick eased his wife off her wildly aroused body, and then she felt the now familiar nudging of a thick hardened cock at her wet tender vaginal flesh, still tingling from Myra's electric kisses. Dick's thick turgid cock was urgent and insistent, and Sharon flinched from the contact. His hands were crawling over her thigh, and the young wife trembled, clinging to Myra as he guided the hot pulsating head towards the thin, vertical mouth of her vagina, positioning it at the wantonly tingling entrance to her body.
She gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of the rubbery glans against her damp sensitive flesh. Dick flicked his hips slightly forward, and she felt the sharp pressure of his lust thickened member at the tight entrance of her wetly throbbing vagina.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried. He pushed forward again and the hot pulsating head forced its way into the tight clenched elastic opening. Without volition, her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his massive erect cock in the folds of her cunt. His hot thrusting penis raced along the lubricated cuntal passage and far up into her belly until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack solidly against the upturned cheeks of her satin-soft ass. "Ohhhhh, yes ... yes ... yyeesss..." she wailed beneath him as he flexed his long hard penis deep inside the tight flesh of her vaginal sheath. She moved upward again, causing the thick shaft to ram another fraction of an inch deeper into her, then she repeated the motion again, and again, each lewd movement raising loud moans of joy from deep inside both of them. Dick began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his massive thickness tightly into her moistly throbbing womb, expanding the walls of her pussy even more.
"Fuck me, Dick, fuck me. Fuccccckkkk meeeee!" she heard herself cry out, and the obscene words from her own lips caused her nakedly flailing buttocks to rotate even more insanely, to demand even harder thrusts from Dick's churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes; and her body reacted in kind, chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the wild tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock burrow into her hotly throbbing cunt.
Sharon's head was fuzzy and she couldn't think straight. Her senses were dimmed from the curious combination of still being kissed and fondled by Myra, while Myra's husband fucked so beautifully into her. Dick slowly withdrew his hard, desire swollen cock, pulling slowly out; and Sharon found her cuntal sinews contracting, eager to keep the welcome fullness of it inside her. Then he rammed forward again, almost lifting her up from the force of his lunge, burying his hardness deep up inside her. He closed his eyes, engrossed in the ecstasy of the act, his fingers clutching at her velvety naked flesh, exalting in the soft womanliness of her voluptuously curved young body.
Ron stared in mounting astonishment at the scene. Myra and Dick Green had taken over his wife, leaving him on the sidelines. He was dumbfounded at Dick, sprawling over his, Ron's wife, and with equal ease, fucking into her while Myra continued to kiss and caress her from above. He felt as though he should make some kind of protest, but the blissful expression of ecstasy on his wantonly writhing wife's face quickly erased any such thought from his mind. He couldn't stand it much longer! He had to join in soon or cum right there on the floor!
Dick Green increased the pace and length of his stroke, knowing he couldn't last much longer either, feeling the churning volcano that was in his sperm bloated balls almost brimming over. Sharon raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous fucking rhythm to his every downward thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her desire.
Dick slammed into her with greater force, drawing his long heavy cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath hungrily clasping at it, then plunging down again until his swollen balls slapped ruthlessly against the defenseless, tightly puckered little anus. The intolerable pressure was mounting, mounting, in his billowing sac, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming.
Sharon began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled on his rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past her lips in lewd entreaties to fuck harder and deeper. She was so wild she was going out of her mind, she knew it, she knew it! Her wet rippling pussy was trying to milk his pistoning cock dry, and her legs raised even higher in a silent plan to receive more and more of his thundering manhood.
Ron Fleming rose to his feet unsteadily, and made his way toward the threesome sprawled on the floor, his massive throbbing penis jutting out in front of him in fierce splendor. He couldn't take it any longer! With a lusting growl, he shouldered Myra aside in his blind desire to get to his wife. Myra smiled to herself, not surprised by his behavior, and allowed him to position himself beside the sex crazed young blonde. Sharon was astonished by what was happening, and she suffered a pang of disappointment when she felt Myra's warm hands being torn away from her eagerly palpitating breasts.
"Sharon ... Sharon..." her husband's voice penetrated her ears.
She opened her eyes to see Ron lying beside her, his great white pulsating cock bobbing before him, held aloft between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ron..." she mumbled dumbly, her eyes dropping to his long livid erection, her face flushed with pleasure from Dick's body jolting thrusts into her almost insanely aroused vagina.
"I want you to suck my cock..." her husband rasped hoarsely, his eyes wild with lust, "suck it in your mouth ... please ... baby"
A quiver of fear convulsed Sharon, and she glanced at the wild thickness of his cock.
Yes, yes, I'd like to suck it ... just the way Myra Green did ... I want to taste my husband's cum ... know the feel of it in my mouth ... then I'll really have gone all the way...
"Darling!" she moaned to him. "Darling, yes!"
"Please, darling, I want to suck it!"
Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Ron's naked flesh. This was what he had always dreamed of! This was what he had always wanted, but never thought he would achieve! She was literally begging him to allow her to suck his prick! She wanted it, wanted his body, wanted him!
"Yes!" he crooned. "Oh Jesus, yes, baby, yes!"
As if in a trance, her trembling hands reached out for the long, blood engorged shaft, her fingertips grazing along the burning surface. Ron sighed from the coolness of her touch, and Sharon could feel his massive shaft pulsating eagerly in her hand.
She gently rotated it between her fingers and her palms, eliciting moans of passion from him, feeling the pounding blood heat of it in her teasing hand. She steadied it at the base, circling it with thumb and forefinger, deep down among the curly wisps, and she stared at the thin sheen of pearl-colored lubricating fluid which had dribbled from the small opening in the glans and flowed down along the shaft, causing it to shine moistly. She kept staring at it, as if hypnotized by that unseeing eye, the purplish red palpitating life which she cradled in her hand.
It seemed to sway before her face, like a charmed cobra, urging her mutely to come closer, come nearer. She obeyed. Her wet parted lips were only a scant inch from the lust swollen head, half an inch, then her tongue came out with agonizing slowness and touched the rubbery glans, touched it and began to eagerly swirl around the opening, lapping up all the thick, sticky fluid. Sharon's brain reeled from the electric touch of her tongue on his massive heated penis, from the saline, not unpleasant taste of his semen. It was good, good, good! She hadn't dreamed it would be this good! She opened her mouth wider and took the head inside her warm oral cavity, swirling her tongue faster and faster now over the dripping glans, causing the young husband to cry out in pure delight.
"Oh Jesus, Jesus, baby, that's it! Oh Christ, that's ittttt!" he wailed, wrapping his hands in her long golden hair and making her take more of his rigidly throbbing column into her gently nibbling mouth.
Dick Green had slowed the fierceness of his assault on Sharon's wetly quivering vagina down to a maddeningly slow tempo, which increased the aching pressure in his balls a hundred fold as he teased the sensitive head of his cock on the softly lubricated walls of her gently sucking vagina. He knew that Ron was joining the act, and that Myra soon would, and he didn't want to cum himself until they could all cum together!
Sharon tantalizingly massaged the soft resilient skin of her husband's testicles with one hand as her thumb and forefinger stroked the mighty base of his cock. She was sucking rhythmically up and down now, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking across the tiny split in the glans in perfect rhythm to the smooth fucking motions being made in her cunt. Ron flexed his buttocks, moaning, looking at her tightly ovaled lips and lovely young face bobbing up and down on his huge penis. He saw her lips being pulled out grotesquely, wetly clinging to his thick cock as she sucked with a passionate hunger; and he sensed her feverish mind churning with the delicious lewdness of the act as her hot little cunt responded to each of Dick's powerful thrusts.
Ron saw her naked ripe breasts flexing and dancing and he knew he was going to cum before very much longer. He could feel the surging, boiling activity in his sperm laden balls, the impending eruption of his churning white semen. God, she was ... she was incredible! Even Myra Green hadn't been this good when she had sucked him senseless. He had never known it could be like this!
"Oh, God, Sharon, that's it..." he moaned through clenched teeth, as he pulled her face closer into his wildly jerking member. Sharon trembled from the sensation of having her mouth filled at last with her own husband's passion hardened cock, inhaling the strong male odor of him, tasting the living warmth of his masculinity with her wet eager lips. Joyfully, she licked and sucked at it, swirling and laving with her flowing saliva juices, dipping her tongue into the tiny opening at the tip. Her hand dropped from the thick base and began to gently massage his scrotum, causing him to moan loudly in rapturous delight. The young wife's eyes closed in ecstasy as she gave herself up to sucking her husband's long hot penis while Dick fucked her with long, hard even strokes.
Myra observed the strange trio with an inexorably growing desire. She removed her hands from between her firm milky thighs where she'd been teasing the erect bud of her aroused little clitoris with her fingers. Determined now not to be left out any longer, she moved over to where her husband and the Flemings were engrossed in their three way sex act.
Completely aroused now, she positioned herself on the floor beside Ron, spreading her legs wide, offering him the tempting opening of her wet heated pussy.
Ron was startled by this new development and stared unblinkingly at the moist pinkness of her lusciously gleaming vaginal furrow, provocatively displayed for his benefit. His lust hardened penis was on fire and felt as if it was expanding by the second in Sharon's warm, caressing mouth, and his powerful young body was convulsed with uncontrollable quivers of pleasure. The nearness of Myra now, aroused him even more and his tongue slowly circled his lips in eager anticipation of what was about to take place. But it had to take place soon, or Sharon was going to end it all by making him cum inside her voracious sucking mouth! He moved closer to Myra's blatantly displayed pussy and placed his thumbs on the soft fleshy flanges of her wet heated cunt. Then, with a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement he slowly drew apart the hair lined vaginal lips and pressed his greedy mouth against her blushing pink flesh, his long slippery tongue darting snake like into the throbbing warmth of her femaleness. Her stomach rolled, and she felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down her spine as he sucked wildly and nibbled at her erect clitoris Lath the sharp tips of his teeth.
Ron lashed out with his tongue and swept it along her moist throbbing vaginal slit, his hands tightening on her firm curved thighs, pulling her even closer to him. She was moaning loudly already impassioned, her naked lush body squirming against the floor, her knees drawn up, her own hands kneading furiously at her excited palpitating breasts.
He licked at the wild writhing hole of her eager little pussy, teasing it gently, before stiffening his tongue and ramming in forcibly into the warm wet orifice once again.
Myra moaned ecstatically as her tongue ran along her own trembling lips, her face a mask of contorted lust. She was grinding her loins against Ron's sucking wet mouth, her passion ripping cunt flowering open to rim his nose and mouth and draw his tongue farther into the warm churning depths of her pussy.
"Oh eat me, baby, eat me up!" she groaned, watching with fascination as his handsome young face bobbed with the effort of his assault. She whimpered, lay back on the floor, and arched her back like a bow as her hands clutched unashamedly at his head to pull him in tighter against her hungry squirming cunt as his wet sucking noises filled her ears. He reached up and placed both hands on her heaving, hard rippled breasts, his wide shoulders and upper arms prying her legs even further apart. As his mouth and tongue worked in bestial subjugation at the lusciousness of her hotly throbbing vagina, his eyes remained open wide, watching with vulgar excitement the grotesque contortions of her face.
Sharon was aware of Ron's movement as she continued to enclose her husband's thick pulsing cock in her mouth, and for a second she assumed that Ron was just shifting position. But Myra's loud moan of pleasure assailed her ears, and opening her eyes she choked back a gasp when she saw that her husband was licking Dick's wife's vagina. She felt a twinge of jealousy when she recalled what she had seen that very afternoon in the back yard of the Green's house, but it was forgotten in the surges of frantic delight which continually rippled through her sensually awakened body. She could see the smooth wet pinkness of the older woman's hungry throbbing pussy; she could see the petal shaped opening contracting and dilating wetly around her husband's tongue ... and above it all could see Myra's visibly pulsating clitoris.
Her own wild pleasure was rising by the second as she thrust back against Dick's huge invading penis, and she timed her own cock sucking motions with his passionate rhythm. She felt a new growing excitement at the thought of the lascivious four way orgy she was involved in. She derived a lurid thrill from the thought that she was being beautifully fucked by another man, while she sucked her husband's hot throbbing cock, and while he in turn kissed and licked another woman's vagina. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that she would be involved in anything resembling this, and yet, here she was, enjoying it beyond measure, satisfying and being satisfied, her body a trembling volcano of fiery sensations. She could feel the pressure for release mounting steadily in her shamelessly aroused young body and knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. She wanted the wild act to last for as long as possible, but the end was in sight for her, and for the others, too, she knew. She could tell by the quickening tempo of their furious sucking and fucking and licking, and her savage pulse beat throbbed in hedonistic anticipation.
"I'm ... I'm almost ... there!" Dick shouted in mindless ecstasy then, and she gurgled her agreement, her encouragement, and her need to him.
Dick increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as the wild young blonde writhed wildly beneath him, grinding her hot clasping pussy up and down his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards in bucking and fucking motions that threatened to unseat him. He knew she was near orgasm, and he pistoned into her like a maniac, reveling in the wet, slurping sounds which came to his ears from his pile driving cock in her eager sucking cunt. He pressed his hands behind her knees and thrust them back hard against her breasts, until her head and Ron's wetly glistening cock in her lips were framed between them.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!" Sharon chanted under him as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion contorted features were like a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft, innocent beauty as she began sucking her husband's cock in the rhythm of the pounding in her cunt.
Ron was almost delirious as he felt his full hard length disappearing to the hilt in his wife's madly working mouth and then sliding quickly out until only the lust straining head was still hotly enclosed in between her tightly availed lips. As she labored over his still inflating shaft, he could feel great whirls of heat flushing around inside him. He was twitching and squirming now beyond all control and every muscle in his body felt stretched and taut to the snapping point. He began to grunt and mewl, all rational thought driven from his head by the desire to drench his wife's throat in his hot male semen, saturate her wild working gullet with his thick white sperm. She lost all identity now. She was just a receptacle for his steadily rising cum, and he was ready to spew it deep up into her voracious contracting throat.
Myra's hips ground forward, burying Ron's hot flicking tongue to its roots, as he renewed his obscene attack with all the energy of his own impending climax.
"Ooooooooh, yesssss!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him even greater access. Her mind was lost in a flood of ecstasy. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the wet sensuous probe up between her legs. Her thighs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking so gluttonously at her heated steaming cunt. She kicked her heels against his back, spurring him on to suck harder, harder, and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
As he continued to hammer into Sharon's tight little cunt, Dick sensed he would be the first to cum. With renewed urgency, he thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He felt her jerk, lurch, and spasm wildly as the frantically palpitating mouth of her vagina began sucking at him feverishly. That did it! He sensed his hot, churning sperm race the long thick length of his penis in incredible ecstasy, causing his body to tremble with palsied motion as his pent up juices spurted from the opening in his cock deep into her violent quivering recesses ... it was a never ending flow which caused the young wife moan with spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her lust tautened belly quaked with the unleashed pool of white hot cum he emptied into her...
Sharon felt her whole body go tense and knew that the moment had come for her as well!! She groaned and cried out, but her sighs were muffled around Ron's wild jerking cock. She twitched and churned in abandoned release. Her voluptuous ripened body quivering and shaking as she was jolted by exquisite flashes of fiery heat that left her breathlessly excited. Through the daze of her own cumming, she was aware of a tautness in Ron's body, and then her mouth was filled to overflowing with a heated white lava which gushed and ran unchecked into her choking throat, flooding her completely, making her gulp greedily in a futile effort to swallow it all. She wanted to take every drop of her husband's sperm which she was tasting for the first time, but some of it managed to trickle lewdly down the corners of her mouth to her chin. Still the flood continued, as never ending as the hot tide which poured into her convulsing vaginal sheath from the insatiable Dick, and she thought she felt the two liquids coming hotly together once more in the depths of her hungry welcoming stomach.
A guttural groan had torn itself from deep in Ron's chest as he felt the first tearing away of the hot sticky sperm from his impossibly overloaded balls. He felt the headlong rush of the rolling liquid as it foamed along the tube of his desperately pumping cock and then erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into Sharon's wild sucking mouth. As her lips tightened even more around his palpitating shaft, he shuddered in mindless bliss. A second later, he felt a sudden gush of heated feminine juices flow out over his chin and tongue from the dark recesses of Myra's furiously climaxing cunt.
"Ooohhhh! Ooooohhh! Oooooohh!" Myra sobbed wildly, "I'm there! I'm ... I'm ... Aaaaggghhh..." And he was cumming too, grinding her greedy gushing pussy against Ron's laboring lips and nose, releasing her warm perfumed cum onto his perspiring face.
It seemed to Sharon that the four of them experienced one long orgasm which started with Dick and worked its way along the lascivious circle to Myra, ending there. For what seemed like an eternity they all nakedly bucked and strained, emptying themselves to the core, draining themselves of every drop of their orgasming fluids. At last, it was quiet, the air filled only with the heavy breathing and deep satiated sighs of the two couples as they clung to each other in perfect contentment.
They remained that way for a long while, gazing shyly at each other, giggling with almost schoolboy self-consciousness. But then the nearness of their naked bodies raised the fire of passion once more in them, and they rearranged themselves for the next round of their insatiable, orgiastic bout, which was to last ecstatically, hedonistically, until the early morning hours. It was a night none of them would soon forget.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What's for breakfast, honey?"
Sharon Fleming smiled to herself as her husband's voice came to her from their bedroom, relaxed and loving.
"Omelets, darling," she called back.
"My, my, aren't we imagine!"
Sharon laughed, and bent over the frying pan to give the golden puffy eggs another look. They were popping in the melted butter, and the edges were just beginning to turn a perfect brown. Sharon listened to her husband getting out of bed, heard him yawn broadly, and imagined him stretching the sleep out of his muscular, naked body. She smiled to herself again as she remembered how it had been before they'd met the Greens, how they'd wake up every morning dressed primly in their pajamas. But now it was different! In the three months since that first orgy at the Green's house, their whole sexual lives together had matured and grown more exciting, and they had no more need for a lot of encumbering nightclothes. Even now, as she stood watching over the morning eggs, Sharon wore no clothes, but stood proudly naked with her firm full breasts jutting out from her body and the soft curling blonde hairs up between her thighs exposed to the late morning light.
Sharon jumped as she felt her husband's hands encircle her waist and sneak down into the V of her naked loins. She shivered as he moved his hands ever so slightly back and forth along the bones of her hips and pubic mound.
"Mmmmmm, that's the kind of chef I like to see," he breathed into her ear.
Sharon laughed, and turned her body into his unclothed maleness, breathing in the musky scent of the precious night's passionate love making.
"And what's more, she can cook, too," Ron added, pressing her into him teasingly.
"All right, Romeo, calm down," Sharon giggled. "Your breakfast's almost ready."
"Oh no ... you don't think..." Ron's eyebrows went up in mock surprise. "You can't possibly think I'm interested in food at a time like this! Can't you see, it's not your omelet I want, it's your body!"
Sharon laughed again into his face, and then threw her arms around his neck with exaggerated passion
"But don't you see, darling? Don't you understand? My body you can have anytime ... but how often do you get omelets?"
"Ohhhhh ... I see ... well, you've got a point there, of course," Ron mused. "First things first, of course."
"Of course," his beautiful wife laughed, and together they moved toward the breakfast table.
"The eggs?" Ron whispered in her ear.
"Oh!" Sharon remembered, and turned back to the stove, cut off the heat, and served the omelet up on two plates she'd set on the sideboard. She gathered up two napkins and made her way to the table.
Ron smiled as she sat down across from him, her round young breasts swinging freely before his eyes. He gazed proudly as she bent over her breakfast, so free now, so unencumbered by the sexual fetters that had bound her for so long, that had prevented her, and him too, of course, from living their relationship to the fullest in all its facets. He couldn't ever thank the Green's enough for having exposed her, exposed both of them, to the unparalleled pleasures of an unrepressed sex life.
"I wonder how Dick and Myra are getting on?" Ron said, picking up his fork to begin.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Sharon replied. "I got a letter from Myra yesterday. Just a short one. She said something about Dick's forming a new bank with some people."
"Christ, you can't hold that man down!"
"Don't I know it," Sharon giggled, and winked as her husband looked up at her. "Financially is what I mean."
"Sure you do," Ron laughed.
"Anyway, she said everything was fine, and that they'd like to get together some weekend or holiday or something."
"Well, I'm for that!" Ron said. "It would be great to see them."
"That's what I said in the letter I sent them yesterday," Sharon smiled. "I didn't think you'd have any objections."
They finished their breakfast, and Sharon cleared away the dishes. Ron leaned back in his chair, and burped with satisfaction. He thought of the month they'd spent with the Greens before he and Sharon had decided to move to Southern California. It had been perhaps the most exciting and maturing month in both of their lives. Sharon had learned all the intricate ways of sexual fulfillment the eagerness and curiosity of a first time student, and he had reamed a lot of exciting things from the amazingly improvisational Myra Green. All in all, that month had freed both him and Sharon from the burden of uncomfortable, Self conscious sex they'd labored under ever since they'd been married, and now ... Ron looked across to where his wife leaned across the sink, her soft ripened breasts hanging down like luscious fruits, her thighs pressed up against the drain board hiding the secret patch of hair between her relaxed thighs ... well, now it was different.
Yes, the Greens were wonderful people, there was no doubt about that, and they had probably saved his marriage. The only thing Ron regretted about having moved to Southern California was having to give up those fantastic evenings when the four of them would get together. Still, it was probably for the best. He and Sharon had needed new surroundings, a new environment in which to plant the seeds of their new life together. Ron knew that since their friendship with the Greens had only been one based on sexuality, it would probably have only died a slow lingering death anyway. But this way they could see the Greens a few weekends a year, and yet have the opportunity to make new friends in their new home in the San Bernardino Hills.
Yes, everything had worked out beautifully, and Ron was satisfied. He rose from the table, walked over to where his wife was rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and pressed himself up against her, feeling the cool, smooth roundness of her naked buttocks up against the limp flesh of his restless slumbering cock.
"Ummm ... great breakfast, honey."
Sharon turned to him, and smiled, throwing her bare arms around his neck almost languidly.
"And the cook? How was she?"
"Delicious, as usual!" Ron laughed. He grazed his lips along her cheek, and then came to rest gently on her half parted mouth. He kissed her long and slow. Her eyes were shining when he finally released her mouth.
"Oh, Ron ... you shouldn't do that kind of thing. Not so soon after we've eaten."
"You're insatiable!" Ron chuckled, giving her curved buttocks a light love tap. "And I'm going to go shave."
"There are fresh razors in the medicine chest, darling," Sharon called after him, as he left the kitchen.
"Thanks."
Sharon turned her back to the sink, finished rinsing the dishes, and then put them in the dishwasher. She started the machine, and then wandered back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed across from the bathroom. She gazed admiringly at her husband's powerful built body as he stood in front of their large bathroom mirror, pressing the shaving lotion from the aerosol can, filling the room with the penetrating scent of artificial lemons. God, he was a handsome man! She wondered how she could ever leave resisted him in anything, how she could ever have been so shy, so reticent about giving herself to her husband and taking his powerful body inside her in any way possible. Her gaze fell on his massive cock, and her loins stirred again as she remembered how it had pierced her to the very core the night before, slowly at first, then fiercely driving her to the pinnacle of desire. It always amazed her that that small, innocent, flaccid arm of flesh could grow to the unbelievable hugeness that filled her whole belly so completely, so wonderfully!
My God, you are insatiable, aren't you?"
Sharon looked up to find her husband's eyes resting on her with a knowing twinkle. She blushed.
"I was just thinking..."
"I know exactly what you were thinking, dear," Ron laughed, picking up his razor.
"It was good last night, wasn't it darling?"
"It's always good, baby, you know that."
Sharon smiled at his appreciative tone, and lay back across the bed. It was always good. And yet she missed Dick Green, missed the variety he had given her sex life, the variety that always made her appreciate her husband even more. She wished they could meet some people in their new neighborhood who were, well, as free and uninhibited as the Green's had been. Her mind searched about among the people she and Ron had met since they'd been living in Southern California.
"Ron...? "
"HMMMMM?"
"Do you remember the Atkinson's?"
Her husband paused, rinsed out his razor, and began on the other side of his face.
"No, I don't think so."
"Oh, of course you do. They were the nice young couple we met at the Freeman's party last week."
"Oh, yeah, sure," Ron said, "that cute little blonde with the ... uh ... well developed chest." Sharon laughed.
"I thought you'd remember that. Funny, though, that's not what I remember. I remember thinking how well hung George Atkinson must be under those tight little..."
"All right, all right," Ron chuckled. "I get the message."
Sharon drew her shapely legs up under her on the bed, and raised her head on one arm.
"Well, what did you think of them, dear?"
"The Atkinsons?"
"Yes. Weren't they nice?"
"Sure. Especially Mrs. Atkinson. I don't know when I've ever seen such a sexy chick ... except for you, of course," he added as a teasing afterthought.
"You're horrible," Sharon giggled, and then grew serious again. "I was thinking we might ask them over sometime."
Ron finished shaving, rinsed out his razor, and put it back in the medicine chest. Wiping his face on a towel, he walked slowly into the bedroom.
"You mean here to the house?"
"Yes, why not? I think they'd be fun to get to know."
Ron stared at his wife, and caught the unmistakable look in her eye as she tried to keep her meaning obscured, and failed.
"Well, well, well..." he said, with an amused whistle. "Whatever is going on in that little scheming mind of yours?"
"Oh, Ron..." she said, blushing now in embarrassment, "I just thought..."
"Yes, that's what I thought you thought."
He stood gazing at his blushing young wife, and smiled at her discomfort. She was still like an innocent little girl, even after all she'd been through the last few months. Ron supposed that was why she was so exciting to be with, especially in bed. It was like going out on a first date every time. He winked at her as she looked up at him, and then came over to the bed and sat beside her.
"You were thinking, 'Wouldn't it be nice if George and Carol Atkinson turned out to be another Dick and Myra Green' ... Am I wrong?"
Sharon smiled up at him, and then threw her arms around his muscular waist and forced him down on the bed, moving quickly to sit on top of his stomach with her pubic hair teasing the hairs on his chest.
"Oh, why do you always have to be so smart?" she laughed, bending over him to plant a kiss on his upturned lips.
Ron sighed with pleasure as he felt her warm naked breasts graze against his body, and accepted her kiss willingly.
"Oh, I don't know," he answered, "maybe because I have a beautiful wife who is so innocent she can't be subtle."
"Well, I'm not very subtle, I guess you're right about that. But what about my idea? I think it would be nice to get to know the Atkinsons, I mean even if they weren't ... you know..."
"Even if they weren't the swapping kind," Ron finished for her. "But wouldn't it be nice if they were, right?"
"Well ... that's right."
Ron laughed again, and as he did, his mind went back to the Freeman's party the week before, and his mind's eye played again, as it did that night, over the inviting attractiveness of Carol Atkinson's fresh young body, imagining how irresistible it must be stripped, naked, eager and begging for his plunging cock.
"I think it's a great idea, dear. Only I really do wonder if they're the types who'd want to ... get better acquainted in that way."
"Well, we won't know until we try, will we?"
Ron looked up at his wife as she straddled him, saw the eager excitement there, and laughed. What the hell, he wanted it as much as she did.
"It's a deal. What about Friday night?"
"I'll call them!" Sharon began to raise herself off her husband's body, but he caught her arm and twisted her off balance back onto the bed, immediately coming up over her to press his body down on her giggling frame.
"Oh, Ron, come on..."
"You can call them later," he said, brushing his lips across her lush young breasts.
"I can call them now," she returned, laughingly twisting her body out from under him and escaping his clutches. She stood above him off the bed. "They might be home this time of day."
"All right, I give up. The first mention of a new cock, and you forget all about your poor old husband, just lying here pining away for want of attention." he pouted comically.
"I'll be right back, poor old husband," Sharon laughed. "This won't take a minute."
Ron watched her as she sensuously moved across the room to the phone on the dressing table by the door. He stared as her sculpted hips swayed when she walked, and then came to rest against the top of the table as she searched the telephone book for the Atkinson's number. He smiled to himself. Poor George Atkinson would never know what hit him! Sharon was every inch as exciting and enticing as Myra Green had been, even more so! Ron felt a twinge of jealousy pass through him as he imagined another man sampling the joys of his wife's undulating hips, her panting breasts, her clasping, sucking cunt. And then he laughed. He knew he wouldn't mind too much. Because at the same time he would be losing himself in the maddeningly sexual beauty of Carol Atkinson's young wanton thrashing body. He could hardly wait!
"Sharon?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do you realize this is the first time we've done this? I mean, taken the initiative in anything like this?"
Sharon turned from the phone, and arched her finely crafted body towards her husband.
"But it won't be the last, will it darling? It won't be the last."
And as he looked at her, Ron knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she was right.
