The party was swinging and the large convention hall was crowded with inebriated men and women who had shed their last inhibitions with the last drink they had downed. Andy was on his sixth Scotch on the rocks and it was not yet seven. He was having a real good time. Nothing like a convention to put a guy in a good mood. Plenty of booze, easy gorgeous chicks, and as for the competition, Andy felt quite capable of dealing with it.
He looked around the smoke-filled room hoping to see the big breasted redhead who had come in with Tommy Trask from the midwestern office. The moment he had seen her, he had decided to get a taste of this piece of pussy, and Andy usually got his way.
He wandered across the room, searching with his alcohol and lust glazed eyes for the generously endowed bitch. When he got to the bedroom of the hotel suite where the convention was taking place, he realized that an exhibition must be going on for the place was jammed to the door with people. He fought his way to the front of the crowd and there was Tommy Trask with the redhead; bare-assed, naked, going at it on the creaking mattress.
"That's some pussy, ain't it?" the guy standing next to Andy said with a sigh.
Andy turned to him. "Not bad, but I've seen better."
Tommy was on his back with a pillow under his behind. The red swollen tip of his cock was disappearing slowly into the redhead's hungry mouth.
"Take it, Belle, take it!" he yelled, grabbing her hair and forcing her face to meet the hardness of his stomach.
Belle started working up and down his cock as if she would devour him whole. The room grew quiet until all you could hear was the wet, sucking sounds of Belle's pliant lips on Tommy's long thick cock.
Andy could feel his prick getting harder and harder under his pants. "Man," he said "would I like a piece of that pussy!'"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Go get some, Andy, go get some man!" It was an urging Andy couldn't ignore.
He went over to the bed and quickly pulled off all his clothes. A cheer went up from the men in the room and he noticed several of the women darted their lips across their already wet mouths at the sight of his huge erect cock. He knelt on the bed behind the redhead's ballooning buttocks and without warning, thrust three thick fingers up into her upraised vagina.
She moaned and lewdly rotated her voluptuous rear-end, but never stopped her relentless siege on Tommy's lust-hardened prick. Andy worked his fingers in and out of her slowly at first and then jammed into her with such a force that it almost knocked her over onto Tommy. Then, tiring of that, hs replaced his fingers with his mouth and started noisily sucking the lascivious juices out of the hot. pulsating V in between her soft white legs and under the firm mounds of her quivering buttocks. He used his tongue like a cock and forced it in and out of her, alternating this with sharp bites on her outer vaginal lips.
Tommy started to moan louder and longer and Andy knew that he would soon cum in Belle's mouth and then he would have this sexy bitch all to himself. He heard the girl gagging and gurgling obscenely with the hot stream of Tommy's thick cum erupting into her throat. When he knew it was finished, Andy flipped her onto her back and pulling himself up to meet her, he thrust the full length of his hot rigid cock into her open vaginal lips. She was so ready that he had no trouble entering her fully to the hilt.
A roar went up from the crowd, but Andy was aware only of himself on top of this prize gash. He went to work on her with fast deep plunges into her throbbing, willing cunt. He could feel himself touching bottom every time and knew this would be a fucking the redhead whore would never forget.
Belle wrapped her large fleshy legs around Andy's neck and lifted her enormous hips to meet him every time. The lewd sound of their bodies slapping together made Andy even more excited ... but he wanted this to last. He paced himself for a full five minutes of wicked pleasure until both he and Belle were covered with a lather of sweat and the bed was a damp crumpled mess.
Belle dug her long sharp fingernails into Andy's sinewy back and screamed, "I"m cumming, oh God, I'm cumming now!"
Andy slammed into her writhing crotch even harder. "I'll be right with you, bitch!'" His cock streamed forth with the hot seminal fluid that filled her pulsating cunt and spilled out of her onto the bed. The liquid of his orgasm mixed with hers, filled the room and bombarded the applauding onlookers with the sweet pungent odor of sex.
Andy pulled himself out as soon as he had caught his breath and said simply. "Thanks, baby." He picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom to shower and dress, leaving Belle to the rest of the men in the room.
As he put his clothes down on a chair in the bathroom, he could still hear Belle moaning in the other room. Another raucous cheer went up and Andy knew someone else would be climbing up on top of that big redhead bitch. He had to admit, she was one good lay. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature ... he liked a good hot shower.
Stepping into the tub. he pulled the curtain shut. The steady stream of steaming hot water felt good as it traveled the length of his thick muscular body. He unwrapped a new bar of soap and threw the wrapper over the top of the curtain. He soaped his chest and arms, vigorously building a thick coat of lather, massaging it into his body with his large rough hands.
As he stepped further into the stream of water to rinse off, he could see the lather rushing down his chest and belly and around his still protruding prick. He picked the soap back up and began to lather his still hot groin, massaging it again and again ... working his hand in a circular motion ... his huge cock flipping up to meet his firm stomach with each movement.
Andy began to wish he hadn't left the bedroom so soon ... he was more than ready for round two. He closed his eyes and could still see that big redhead bitch under him. Suddenly, the shower curtain was pulled slightly aside ... Andy opened his eyes and there was a beautiful brunette he had seen earlier in the bedroom.
"Need someone to wash your back honey?" she asked, wetting her lips with her pointed tongue. "I'm pretty good at washing backs."
"I'll bet you are,'" Andy replied, grabbing her arm. "Won't you join me?' With that, he reached out. picked her up and pulled her into the shower with him, clothes and all. He crushed her mouth under his and feeling her luscious body beneath her wet clinging clothes, he began to undress her.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down to her waist. She wore no slip or bra and her large pointed breasts stared up at his waiting mouth. He bent over slightly, taking one of the nipples in his mouth and bit down hard.
"Oooohhh!" she squealed. "Please, not so hard!"
"Come on, baby,' he answered, "you knew it was going to be rough before you came in here. That's the way you want it. isn't it?'" He bit down hard on the other lush white mound of soft, giving flesh.
"Oh, yessss ... that's the way I want it!" she groaned. She reached behind her back and grabbed onto the spigots to support herself.
Andy crouched down and slipped off her soggy shoes and threw them out onto the floor. He reach ed up and pulled her slippery dress the rest of the way down and she stepped out of it. All that was left was a black garter belt and long black stockings.
"No panties, huh, baby?'" he sneered. "You came prepared for anything!" he reached up with one hand and cupped her wet loins at the thighs. "I'll bet that tastes good."
"Oh yeah, Andy. It does taste good. Try some," ' she panted.
"Oh, you know my name, huh? What's yours?" he asked, probing her already undulating slit with one thick finger. "What's yours?'"
"Cindy," she moaned.
"Well, Cindy, let's see what you're made of." He started a slow in and out motion with his inserted finger and brought his mouth to meet it. His teeth closed sharply around the outer lips of her soft open vaginal passage.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned.
Andy kept a steady pace of sharp bites and added another finger into the already soaking channel between her legs. He could feel the sharp pellets of water bouncing off his shoulders and back. Finally he had all four fingers working vigorously in and out of her.
"Feel good, baby ... feel good?" he grunted.
"Oh, yes, Andy. It feels real good...." she sputtered.
"Then this will feel even better!" By now his cock was standing up straight. "Let's put something more useful up in there," he said, jerking his hand out and rising to meet her. He forced his liquid-covered hand into her mouth. "Here, baby, take a taste of this."
As she started sucking her own juices off his hand, his wildly throbbing cock found the hungry opening between her legs and he rammed it in to the hilt.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she hissed, tossing her head from side to side.
He started long slow driving motions into her warm wet channel. He pulled his fingers out of her hungry sucking mouth and started working on her large full breasts with both hands. Digging his nails into her hardened nipples, he twisted them as hard as he could, never stopping his constant penetration of her inflamed vagina.
The water gushed from the shower head, enveloping the two of them as if they stood under an open waterfall. Cindy released her grip on the spigots and wrapped her arms tightly around Andy's neck.
"Hold on tight, baby!" he said. "We're going to try something a little different." With that, he released her throbbing breasts and placed his hands around the back of her quivering thighs. He lifted her legs and placed them around his steadily working hips, his hands supporting the soft round bulbs of her protruding buttocks. The lewd position allowed him to enter her wide-stretched cunt even deeper.
"Ohhhhh ... '" she moaned, "Oh. yes ... that's so good ... fuck me hard ... fuck me harder! Harder!"
Andy turned them around so that her back was to the wall and the water spilled down in between the lusting bodies.
"I'm going to give you just what you want, you whoring cunt!'" he panted.
He started a relentless siege on her gyrating f body, slapping her against the wall ... lewd wet smacks echoed with each mighty thrust. Andy's groans of ecstasy grew louder as her soft outer vaginal lips parted, each time welcoming him, begging for more of the hardened pole of flesh ramming into her.
Cindy could feel herself coming, she could feel the tingling building at the base of her spine and she bit her lips hard as the first delicious flow of sensation began to spill around Andy's ramming, leathery cock. Wave after wave of wild hot cumming rocked her body. She felt as though she had been created by nature to serve only the purpose to which she was now being put.
Soon, Andy was reaching his climax ... he could feel Cindy's orgasm, throbbing and spilling all around his swollen, ready phallus. He ended with a dozen back breaking thrusts which any hardened whore would have been reluctant to endure. He shot into her, feeling his warm, liquid cum rebound around deep in her hot, heaving womb. Panting and sputtering, they both gradually came to a halt.
Cindy's legs slipped down Andy's rock hard thighs to the base of the tub as he pulled out of her wet, throbbing vagina and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. Cindy was still in the shower moaning softly to herself as he slipped on his shorts and leaned out of the door which led to the bedroom.
"Hey, Max!" he shouted. "I got a hot one warmed up in here just for you!"
In the bedroom, he could see several of the other men getting sloppy seconds from the big redhead Belle. He walked back into the living room of the suite and poured himself another stiff drink. A group of men gathered around him and the usual congratulations went around. Andy took full advantage of the situation.
"Man, she was nothing. Last week, I was servicing one of my accounts in Boysen when I came across this little natural blonde ... and I gave her the survey routine. You know, what do you think of our products and all that crap? Well, within five minutes I had her in a bar lifting a few and she starts telling me her life story and how her old man is this wealthy big shot and gives her everything she wants except what a woman needs in bed. So I played it like sympathy Sam. listening to her story like I really care without so much as a pass at her.
"Well, she forgets I have her name and address from my survey notebook. So I call her a few days later and invite her out for drinks. She shows up in this flimsy dress and she's got these knockers out to here. After a few drinks, she's ready to go for a little drive with me. So I start out for this convenient motel I know about and on the way my hand works its way up her dress to her cunt. Well, you could tell she was as ready as I was. My fingers slipped right up inside her, she was so hot and bothered.
"When I get her to the room, she pulls off all her clothes and starts begging me to fuck her. That bitch wanted everything all at once. Man, I tell you, those suburban cunts are the best lays and so easy to get!"
"That's quite a story,'" Andy turned around at the sound of a voice he knew to be Phil Sullivan's. He had been trying to get the Sullivan stores account for months, to no avail.
"I'd like to hear more about this girl. How about joining me for a drink at the bar downstairs?"
Andy was not about to pass up a chance to be on good terms with an account the size of Sullivan's. "Would be my pleasure, Mr. Sullivan!"
"Call me Phil, Andy.'"
The bar was crowded with members of the convention, but with a sizeable tip to the hostess, Phil Sullivan managed to get a table in the corner where they could talk.
"Bring us two double Scotch on the rocks, Amy."
"Of course, Mr. Sullivan. It's always a pleasure to serve you, sir,'" she said and left to get their drinks.
"Now, Andy, let's hear more about this gash in Boysen. Tell me, would her name be Paula Kirk, by any chance?"
"Yes, but how did...? '"
"Let's say I'm an old friend of the family."
"Listen, Mr. Sullivan," Andy started. "I didn't mean to say anything out of line!"
"Of course you didn't, Andy; and my name is still Phil. If you can prove what you say, I'd be grateful to the tune of ... oh, let's say exclusive rights for your products in all my Connecticut stores."
Andy almost jumped out of his seat. He repressed his excitement because Amy was there with the drinks. He had difficulty controlling his emotions, as getting the Sullivan account would surely mean a regional manager's job for him.
"Thank you, Amy," said Sullivan, and she was gone.
"Please go on, Phil!"
"Well, Andy," ' said Phil, gulping a large mouthful of his drink, "that little bitch Paula has been a thorn in my side ever since she married old man Kirk. She thinks she's such a grand cunt. Always putting on airs at the country club like she was some sort of vestal virgin.
"I always knew she wasn't getting any from old Steven Kirk and what she really needed to straighten her out was a good stiff prick! Well, it seems you've taken care of that. You know, I'd like a good taste of that sweet little pussy myself!" He drained his drink and signaled for the second round. They were not long arriving.
"Here are your drinks, Mr. Sullivan." It was Amy again. As she bent down over the table to serve the drinks, both men were afforded a perfect view of her full, ample hillocks swinging beneath the loose dress she was wearing. Phil reached up and grabbed a handful of swaying tit flesh.
"Ever seen a pair as nice as these, Andy?" Amy slowly pushed his hand back down.
"Please, Mr. Sullivan, someone might see you!"
"Well," said Phil, "why don't you stop up to my room when you get off tonight? There won't be anyone to see us there." '
"I might just do that, Mr. Sullivan ... I might just do that." Sullivan slipped a $50 bill into her hand.
"I know you will, and keep the change, Amy," When she was out of earshot, Andy continued their conversation.
"Phil, seeing how easy it is for you to get good pussy, your offer seems to be awfully generous. I mean, I know Paula is a prize piece, but...."
"There's more to it than what I've told you, Andy. You see, old Steven Kirk and I have been at each other for years. He controls almost all the best property in the state and all my stores have been built on property he sold me. And that j bastard has made me pay through the nose for every piece of land I own. I've had to pay almost twice what he would have charged anyone else for the same properties.
"And now, he's been holding out on a piece of land that I've been after for almost a year now. This is just what I've been waiting for ... to cut them both down a few notches."
"Well, Phil, it seems we each have something the other wants."
Both men downed the last of their drinks in a toast to their new partnership.
"Come with me, Andy. I've got a meeting to go to, but there's a stop I want to make first." Phil led Andy out of the bar, across the lobby of the hotel and into the camera shop.
The well-stacked salesgirl approached them as they entered.
"May I help you, gentlemen?"
"Yes," said Phil Sullivan with a grin. "I want to see the best color Polaroid camera you have."
Andy's eyes widened in surprise, then took a lusty glaze as he understood Sullivan's purpose ... He felt as if he already had the fat Sullivan account right in his folder!
CHAPTER TWO
Several days had passed since Paula Kirk's first obscene adventure with the salesman. Her anxiety torn mind still turned frequently to Andy and the memory of their lewd afternoon together. She went about her daily routines, still hoping as each day passed that she might be able to channel her life to its normal course. But she was greatly alarmed to find that she seemed to be thinking wicked thoughts almost all the time.
Paula couldn't recognize her cool old self in this sex-crazy woman she had suddenly become. Lascivious images would appear to her mind and no matter how hard she tried to erase them, they would stay or become even more perverse. Her body tormented her, giving her no rest from its urgent requests for relief ... requests for the feel of Andy's huge swollen prick in her now constantly hungry vagina.
When Andy's call came one morning toward the end of the week, Paula listened to the sound of his voice with a sense of foreboding, but her heart was beating loudly in her chest as he asked her to meet him that same afternoon. She knew that it was wrong, but she just had to go to him, spend some more exquisitely lustful hours in his company.
She dressed quickly, but carefully, wanting to be as beautiful to him today as she had been on their last meeting. She covered her sleek loins with a tiny pair of sheer champagne-colored panties, trimmed with a delicate pink lace that set them off to even better advantage against her smooth white thighs. As she adjusted the clasp of a brand new matching lace bra, she surveyed the voluptuous twin mounds of her breasts jutting saucily forth toward her mirror form. The bra cups only covered the underpart of them, forcing them up and inward, forming a soft cleavage almost equal to that of the dual cushions of her hard little buttocks.
She completed her sexy outfit with a frilly garter belt that supported her lightweight coffee-colored nylons, and tossed on a skimpy chemise that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her thin clinging dress was of a light green color, setting off the color of her eyes.
When she was ready, she rushed down to the garage and backed her car out of the driveway. She had already left instructions with the maid about the evening meal and she looked forward to having several hours to spend with Andy.
They met at the cocktail lounge and restaurant that was the scene of their last encounter. They had a few drinks, Andy sticking to his Scotch on the rocks ... having quite a few ... and Paula consuming four martinis. When Andy asked her to come with him to the motel, she was more than ready to go.
The motel room was not the same one they had occupied before, but it was identical to it and it almost seemed home to the sex-starved Paula; so many times had she visualized it during the past week.
Andy closed the door behind them and as soon as he had done so, he clasped Paula's pliant form to him and kissed her hungrily. He could feel her willing breasts nudging impatiently into his chest. He held her still closer, wanting to feel the mound of her sex against his leg. Her parted her thighs with his leg and by raising his knee slightly was able to feel her pulsating crotch pressing on his leg with the full weight of her luscious body. He felt he could manipulate her like a doll.
"Oh, baby," he whispered as he groped the curves of her soft, smooth buttocks with both of his huge hands. "Baby, I've waited for this ... you don't know how I missed you!"
Paula's breath came haltingly ... she could feel Andy's cock pushing against her belly and the feel of his straining leg muscles rippled under her cunt. She wanted to rip off her clothes right then and get naked next to him.
"Andy, my darling Andy. I've needed you too; it's been so hard waiting!"
Andy, stood her up straight before him and looked at her exquisite tempting shape, her beautiful, passion-swept face upturned toward him, waiting for him to do anything and everything to her.
"Baby," he whispered, "I'm gonna do it all to you. Don't you worry, Andy won't let you down!"
! A thrill went through her body as she heard J Andy's words.
"Yes," she moaned, "yes ... do everything to me, lover!"
Andy turned her around abruptly, and cupping his hands around her breasts, walked her to the bed. When they reached the edge of it, he unzipped her dress and pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pushed her so that she fell face down on the bed. Paula started to turn around to face him, but he said. "No, baby ... stay that way a minute. I want to look at you."
He studied the sight of her young voluptuousness lying there before him; her firm tantalizing buttocks sticking in the air, barely encased in the sheer nylon panties ... the glowing flesh gleamed through the flimsy material ... he could see a few strands of hair of her moist pussy pushing through where the crack of her buttocks disappeared between her full, trembling thighs. Her garter belt made soft indentations in her young flesh.
Andy stood looking at the delightful form of Paula Kirk for a moment. She was even better than he had remembered her and she was his for the taking. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his twitching cock from its tight confines.
"Man, you're really ready for a piece of that little tail," he said to himself. He fondled his massive weapon for a few seconds and then decided to take off his pants and shorts. He did so quickly ... meanwhile he started to talk to Paula in a low, coarse voice.
"Honey, you're the most, I've never wanted anyone in this way ... you are something else again!"
He knelt down on the bed behind her and placed the red, rubbery tip of his hard prick between her legs. He bent over her and pushed his hands under her so he could hold onto the jutting orbs of her breasts and at the same time pulled back on her so that her soft, yielding buttocks rose up off the bed.
"Those tits, baby, were made for these hands," he whispered hoarsely to her. He started a rocking motion and Paula could feel the bulb of his hard tool through her panties pushing against the opening of her warm throbbing vagina.
"And this prick was made for your sweet little pussy, doll. Do you hear? Do you feel it? ... Do you want it?...." With each question he pushed a little harder and as Paula cried, Ooooooohhh, yes ... yes!" he made a final push and the moisture drenched panties gave way, ripping loudly as Andy shoved his cock into Paula so hard that it moved them both several feet up on the bed.
Paula screamed at first with the wide stretching pain and then with an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This is what it meant to be a woman ... this feeling that every inch of her loins was filled. She felt Andy's shaft pressing against each molecule of her hot, lubricated passage. She groaned over and over with a low, rutting sound as Andy pounded steadily into her from behind.
"Andy, Andy ... Oh, Andy I love you so," she cried, turning her head to the side. "Oh, God, how I love you!"
Andy let up on his thrusts into her wide-spread crotch and then slowly withdrew from her and lay down beside her, his mind working rapidly on the plan he had worked out with Phil Sullivan.
"I love you too, Paula darling," he whispered, taking her face in his hands. "You know, it's gonna be real hard on me being away from you. I don't think I could ever get enough of you. Would you let me do something that would mean that you'd always be close to me?"
Paula began to catch her breath. Her thighs were all wet, and she could feel that her stockings were torn ... her slip was up around her waist.
"What is it, darling?" she asked. "What do you want me to do? You know I'd do anything to please you!"
"Wait. I'll show you." Andy got up from the bed, his hard shaft protruding before him and went to open the package he had left on a chair by the door. He brought it back to the bed and, after taking off his shirt and tie, which were soaking wet, proceeded to open it. When Paula saw the Polaroid camera, she thought that he must be joking ... but then she realized he was very serious.
"You see," he explained, "this way I can have you with me all the time."
"Oh, no, Andy. I couldn't possibly ... it's just silly!"
"Silly? How can you call me silly? There's nothing silly about you and me, baby." He sat on the edge of the bed looking dejectedly at the package in his hands.
Paula pulled herself up, still feeling a quivering deep in the moist depths of her vagina and tentatively touched Andy's massive back which was turned to her.
"Darling," she said in a hesitant voice, "I didn't mean that, I only meant...."
"What?" he said, turning to her. "What did you mean then?"
She paused, thinking. "Oh, well," she started, "well, I suppose it would be all right. I don't mind, Andy. Really, I don't." She didn't want him to be upset with her ... she wanted it to be perfect between them, just the way it had been a few moments ago ... and besides, hadn't she just told him that she loved him? The least she could do would be to grant this one request.
Andy smiled happily and hugged her to him.
"Come on, little girl," ' he said, ruffling the blonde curls of her soft hair playfully. "Take off that pretty slip before it gets ruined!"
"Yes," she replied, blushing, "there's hardly anything left of my panties!"
"There wasn't too much to start with, baby!" he said as he began to adjust the camera.
Paula took off her ripped stockings and torn panties and put them on a chair, along with her other clothes. When she turned around, she was blinded by the flash of the camera. She instinctively covered her breasts as much as she could with her hands. Then she remembered ... she wanted to be cooperative. What was wrong with taking pictures after all? She trusted Andy.
She stood still a moment, not knowing quite what he wanted her to do. Andy came over to her with the camera in his hand. He rubbed the lens against one of her strawberry tinged nipples. The cold made her squeal ... yet she felt a tremor of excitement as she began to relax a bit more.
Andy pulled the tab and showed her the picture of her gloriously naked body.
"Why, it's very nice!" Paula exclaimed. surprised al how pretty she looked, naked and unaware of the camera ... and for some reason she had not expected the picture to be in color. It looked so alive ... so much like her!
Andy took his hand and cupped it under her wet loins, drawing her to him with the force of one finger penetrating the moistness of her vaginal lips.
"You bet your sweet little cunt it is, baby ... and it's all mine, isn't it?"
Paula gyrated her? hips lasciviously around his impaling finger and began to run her hands up and down the long, thick shaft of his penis.
"Yes, it's all yours, lover," she replied, hoping they would soon be making love again.
"I have an idea, sweetheart," Andy said slowly, taking her over to a straight chair in a corner of the room. He sat down on the chair and pushed her down in front of him between his knees.
"How'd you like to suck your daddy's cock a little?" He asked, shaking the huge throbbing instrument in front of her mouth.
Paula recalled the thrill of the outsized member touching the slippery inner recesses of her mouth and eagerly bent down to engulf it once more. Her tongue darted out and circled the glistening smoothness of the head, then she ran her mouth down the length of it, her face turned sideways. As she did so. Andy, holding the camera above her. snapped another picture, catching a side view of her face with her darting little pink tongue hungrily licking his swollen prick. She jumped, but he held her steady with his free hand.
"Stay where you are, honey bunch. Lick that cock that's so good to you. That's the tool that makes your little cunt squirm and beg for more, remember? Kiss it good, yes ... like that ... that's right ... that's the way daddy likes it, nice and smooth and easy. Suck it till it wants to shoot its load all over your pretty little face! No. wait!" he exclaimed. "I have a better idea."
After pulling out the photograph without bothering to show it to her, he led her to the bed. She lay down, trembling with excitement. At first, his obscene language had upset her, but then it seemed to reach her on another level. She began to enjoy it ... made her feel more as if she did belong to him.
"I want a picture of your sweet little cunt, baby. Spread those gorgeous long legs of yours. Further apart, further ... come on. you can do better than that! Spread 'em wide, just for me. Good! Now open up your cunt lips with your fingers. Let me see what I've been fucking. This is in living color, baby doll."
Paula complied, exposing the fluted edges of her pinkish secret parts.
"Have you ever seen the color of the inside of your pussy? I bet you haven't!" He snapped the picture. "Now," he said, after removing the photo, "kneel on the bed facing me ... stick those tits in my face. Stick 'em out. 'cause I'm coming to suck on them. Just to make them perky for the camera!"
He approached her and shoved his face greedily down onto her soft firm breasts.
"You wait, baby, I'm going to give these titties a workout like they've never had before...." Paula moaned as his teeth nibbled at her stiffening nipples.
"Now, spread your thighs ... yes, that's right. Give me your hand!" He took Paula's hand and shoved it into the mound of moist ringlets that gently curled around her quivering vaginal lips.
"I want to see you frig yourself a little bit, baby. Here, like this." He forced her fingers in a lewd in and out motion into the fleshy hair-trimmed lips of her hot pussy. "That's right. Now, hold onto your tit with the other hand ... finger the nipple ... good!"
"But, Andy!" Paula protested, aroused by the feel of her own digital manipulations.
"Don't say a word! Stay just as you are!" He left her and ran to take the picture. After he had completed it, he made some more adjustments to the camera, fitting it onto a tripod at the foot of the bed. He went over to Paula who was reclining on the bed, trying to get her thoughts in order.
Her body tingled all over and she felt that all Andy would have to do would be to touch her again and she would burst. She had never been through anything like this and yet she felt ready to do still more. Her body was alive at last! And it thrilled with anticipation as Andy climbed onto the bed beside her.
"I love you, doll. I love everything about you!" he said, parting her legs with his rough, hairy hand. "I'm gonna suck your pretty little pussy, my sweet bitch!'" He bent over her and stuck his long, flat tongue into her open slit. "Mmmmm, that sure tastes good," he mumbled, licking hungrily at her loins with the flat of his tongue.
Paula clasped his head to her quivering mound, holding him captive to her pleasures ... directing his mouth now up, now down on her tiny passion aroused clitoris. Hearing the steady wet sound of his busy mouth, she moved her hips up and down and sideways, gyrating to the waves of acute delight that thrilled her entire body. She held onto her bobbing breasts and began to tease the nipples in a tantalizing circular motion. She felt a rising tension in her belly mounting from the suction of Andy's tongue ... the harsh bite of his lips on her swollen, wet pussy. This seemed to be the center of her being ... a tiny hot erupting volcano!
"Opooohhh, darling," she cried out. "Oooohhh, it's ... it's so good ... I can't stand it much longer ... I can't stand it any more! I'm ... I'm going to ... Aaaaaghhhh ...!"
Then, as she was cumming in a frenzy of tormenting sensation. Andy tripped the button attached to the end of the coil he had carefully concealed in the bed covers thereby setting off the flash and efficiently taking a picture of both of them.
Paula didn't even notice what he was doing, but continued to squirm under Andy's expert attack. Finally, he stopped, drenched with sweat ... his mouth filled with the taste of her sweet cum ... he rose and exposed the latest picture.
"A masterpiece!" He showed her a photograph of the contorted features of a woman in heat ... a man's thick and muscular back between her legs ... the man's head burrowed deep down into her private crevice.
"It certainly doesn't look like you were faking it, baby!" He moved closer so that his long, lust-hardened prick stood out just above her face.
"No. my darling ... I wasn't faking," she sigh ed. barely looking at the obscene photograph. "I couldn't possibly fake anything with you!" She gazed up at the cock hovering over her face. Drops of pungent moisture clung to its red rubbery tip. She wanted to feel it unmercifully pounding against her pelvis.
"Please, my darling ... take me now ... take me now!" she begged.
"I'm gonna be good to you. baby. But let's just take a few quickie shots before I really let you have it." He was getting anxious to get inside her, but he needed a few more shots to complete his deal with Phill Sullivan. Setting the automatic timer, he posed her sitting on top of his cock as he lay on his back. Her cunt slid down over his rearing member with a loud sucking noise. As in all other photos, he was careful not to have his face showing.
Now he could hardly restrain himself, when after the shutter had clicked, Paula started moving up and down on his fiery pole, frantically trying to get the satisfaction her body needed so desperately. He lifted her away from him and regretfully went to tend to his task. She lay on the bed writhing in agony of frustrated lust.
"Oh, Andy, please ... please ... I beg you ... now, oh, God. now ... please fuck me!"
At last Andy could take no more, and when he returned to the bed. he had decided he had enough pictures for the moment. Now he was going to fuck her sweet moist cunt ragged.
"Okay, baby, now!" he said, falling heavily on her prostrate body. His stiff curly black chest hair dug into the softness of her breasts and torso. He pushed down hard on her, grinding her body deeper and deeper into the rumpled bed.
"Oh. you're hurting me, Andy!" Paula cried. But he continued to rub and push against her as though he wanted to obliterate her. He was acting like a crazed animal, rubbing and rocking the small but voluptuous form beneath him.
Paula could feel her nipples being pushed inward, the bulkiness of her breasts crushed almost flat, the full heavy weight of the man pressing against her ribs. She was afraid her ribs would not hold up under his pounding chest. She wanted to scream, but Andy's mouth was on hers, his tongue shoving deep into her mouth, in and out, then stopping and sucking from her all her breath. He began to alternate this with blowing directly into the helpless, saliva-filled cavity of her aching mouth.
The room was now filled with the loud slapping noises of his body pounding down on hers, along with the wet nibbling sounds of their mouths coupled tightly together.
Andy's cock shoved up and down on top of her flattened belly. There were rivers of sweat running between their heated bodies. The smoothness of her skin and the warmth of their combined moist juices slid along his throbbing penis. He lowered his panting body a few inches so that the tip of his maddeningly-hard prick touched her wild throbbing pussy.
With the swollen bulb of his hardened rod, he probed the outer edges of her vaginal lips, still moving back and forth and up and down. He could hear Paula groaning loudly beneath his weight, and now with each savage thrust of his cock against her quivering clitoris, a new tremor went through her.
Suddenly, he could bear the friction no more ... and with one mighty lunge, rammed himself into the streaming passage of her cunt. As he did so, he kept his mouth on hers so that she couldn't let out the yell caused by the pain of his rockhard cock invading her abused body, slamming into her cervix.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" he cried, withdrawing part of the way. "That is good! That's a tight li'l pussy you've got here, baby!"
Paula moaned and tried to close her legs slightly in an effort to prevent him from entering her so deeply.
"Not so deep ... please, Andy ... not so deep...." she pleaded.
But when she half closed her legs, Andy remained in the same position. His cock buried halfway in her squirming pussy. She felt an insidious wave of pleasure at the feel of her muscles contracting against his lust-stiffened prick. She sighed loudly and an expression of delight crossed her beautiful, sex-crazed features.
Andy could feel a fresh wave of sticky fluids surrounding his lusty throbbing member as it pulsated against the pliant walls of Paula's inundated cunt. Ignoring her previous request, he plunged again still deeper into the wet, tender crevice. Paula's entire body arched with the impact which sent searing blinding flashes of pain throughout her almost shattered nervous system.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" she cried, choking with the excess of her own saliva trickling down her throat. But as the obscene pain subsided, it gave way to a warm, sweet sensation and she began to pump her fully rounded and firm hips up and down to meet the blunt cudgel that filled her straining vulva with its giant mass. She thrust her pelvis up further and further each time as Andy bucked over her as though he were riding an unbroken bronco.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" he grunted, grabbing for the bouncing breasts that, bobbed beneath him. He held one bulbous globe in each hand, squeezing and pressing them harder and harder with each new thrust into her wildly thrashing body.
"Darling ... darling," she blubbered, "oh, yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... please, fuck me! The words came again and again. She no longer knew what she was saying. There was only one part of her that mattered and that was her hot and battered pussy that steadily sent out stronger and stronger waves of ecstasy created by the insane friction of Andy's relentlessly probing cock against its mucous-filled walls.
"I'm fucking you. baby ... I'm fucking you ... I told you I'd fuck you good, didn't I? ... didn't I tell you that? Is it big enough for your hungry little hole?"
He could feel his balls slapping against the wet crevice of her upturned buttocks. They made a wet sucking sound as the vaginal fluid and sweat mingled against them and flowed down the crevice of her tightly clenched behind to the already sopping sheets beneath them.
"Oh. you bitch! You whoring bitch!" he cried out as he felt the first twinges of an impending orgasm rise from deep within him. He sunk his teeth deep into one of her nipples, still squeezing the other as hard as he could.
Paula could not feel the pain in her breasts; to her it felt only as if something insanely divine had gotten hold of her ... a delicious sensation that started to break down a barrier deep inside her battered insides It felt like the walls were crumbling around her and suddenly she was cumming again ... cumming with a force she had never known ... her whole body was in convulsion ... her legs loose and flopping ... her eyes rolling round in their sockets ... from her mouth came a steady wail of delirium as the tide of the orgasm continued ... on and on as though it would never stop.
Andy rode the tide with her, feeling his seminal fluid start to empty out into her ... His head snapped back sharply and to the accompaniment of her wailing. He let out a long cry as the heavy steam of his sperm came jutting out in a flow of hot viscous liquid, splashing against her climaxing cunt. Rising on his knees, he pulled her up ... his hands about her slender waist so that she was impaled on his jerking cock ... her arms and legs flailing about in the air as they both reached the shattering apex of their climactic spasms.
Paula collapsed, blissfully unconscious beneath him, his sperm warm in her belly. Andy rested a long moment on top of her and then slowly withdrew from her plundered, bruised body.
While she rested peacefully, he once more set up the camera beside the bed and took several more pictures of her exquisitely proportioned but obviously ravaged body from various angles as she lay spread-eagled on the stained and sweat soaked sheets.
As he took the pictures, he felt his limp penis begin to come to life again. He had to admit, she really was the best looking gash he had ever had, not to mention the hottest. He began to pump his limp cock up and down with his hand, pushing back the thick foreskin as far as it would go. He set the automatic timer on the camera, and hastily straddled the exhausted girl, sitting on her and letting his now stiff prick dangle in her face.
He parted her soft, slackened lips and inserted the head of his once more blood-gorged shaft between them. As Paula stirred and woke, gagging, he was sliding the thick member in and out of her mouth in a lewd rocking motion. She opened her eyes wide in astonishment as Andy let forth a torrent of hot white spurts that ran down her gasping throat and spilled out of her mouth like molten lava as the flash of the camera filled the room with a blinding flash of light.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, collapsing beside her, "your mouth is like fucking an angel."
When she and Andy parted "some time later, they had agreed to meet again the following week. Paula Kirk felt a joy she could not control. She was happy, and, in spite of herself, deeply in love with this almost-stranger with whom she had gone to bed so uninhibitedly....
CHAPTER THREE
It was the best club party of the season and everyone present seemed to be having a good time. The melodious strains of orchestra music filled the elegant hall and floated out onto the terrace past the swimming pool and across the well-tended golf course. The buffet table was loaded with tempting delicacies, and the bar was well stocked, as usual, with every imaginable liquor.
The friendly tinkle of ice in glasses and the murmur of polite conversations blended with the sound of the music as the most influential members of the community were gathered for the biggest social event on the club calendar.
The music changed and the band began to play a lively rock tune. The younger members of the club swarmed to the dance floor and began to jerk and sway spasmodically to the exciting rhythm of the steadily rising tempo.
Paula sat with her husband Steven at a small table near the dance floor. She had been slightly bored until the music had changed, but now she began to discreetly twist her body about as she sat there, snapping her fingers as she did so. Steven sat beside her. draining his large drink, a double martini, one of the many he had consumed thus far. By this time he was barely aware of what was going on and just sat there seemingly in his own world.
An attractive young man in his early twenties approached Paula and smiling brightly, bowed mockingly to her and asked her if she would like to get away from it all for a few minutes and dance with him. Paula was used to this from the upstart members of this usually more sedate group. They all seemed to assume that just because she was younger she wanted to ditch Steven and go off with them. She hated them, with their spoiled, rich boy looks and their snide unpleasant remarks.
"No, thank you. I'm quite comfortable here." she answered, turning away from the young man toward Steven.
"Go ahead, darling."" Steven slurred. "You must want to do some of these dances the young people are doing. Don't let me worry you ... go on!"
"No,"-said Paula emphatically. "No, Steven, I don't feel like dancing right now."
She remained tense and nervous until the young man had departed, shrugging his shoulders. She never felt quite comfortable at these country club affairs, although each time, before going out, she had tried to persuade herself to have a good time. It seemed there was always someone trying to flirt with her or make insinuating remarks. This had always upset her before, and tonight it upset her even more since she had undergone the drastic transformation brought on by her new clandestine affair with Andy.
She felt overwhelmed by a great love for him; she could no longer deny it to herself. She didn't even bother trying anymore ... she could only try to pass the days as quickly as possible until she would see her lover again.
She wished Andy could see her tonight for she had bought a particularly beautiful dress of a silvery metallic material with a skirt shorter than any she had worn before. She wore tights of a similar silvery sheen that encased her long, willowy legs, in addition to covering her more secret parts, barely covered by the hem of her mini-dress.
Her firm breasts amply filled out the taut bust line of the dress which was very high necked in order to cover the welts and bruises that marked her soft, downy skin. She had been very careful not to let Steven see her nude since her last encounter with Andy when he had treated her body as if it had been a helpless rag doll. It wasn't hard to keep her secret since she generally made a habit of undressing in her dressing room and Steven was never demanding of her in any way. Her wardrobe was so extensive that she never had any difficulty finding attractive clothes to cover her plundered flesh. Many of the marks had disappeared by now but there were still some tell-tale bite marks remaining on the jutting mounds of her breasts.
The orchestra shifted to a softer melody and Paula thought to herself that she would like to dance, but glancing at Steven, she saw that his condition was such that he would not be able to manage it. She realized that he was really getting much worse about his drinking. She thought perhaps they should be leaving shortly, but she did not want to go home just yet. Even though the party was dull for her, at least she was out of the house!
She longed for Andy. If only she could be with him in some secluded place ... he would reach beneath her dress and touch her throbbing pussy which began to drool drops of moisture, even now as she sat primly at the club across from her unsuspecting husband. She was beginning to blush involuntarily at the lewd thoughts she was having, hoping no one could read her mind, when she looked up to see another young man standing before her, asking her to dance. Her lips began to form the words 'No, thank you,' when Steven suddenly leaned across the table to her.
"Paula, I insist that you dance with this young man. You hear me ... I insist!" He began to raise his voice. "I won't have you sitting here not having any fun. Now go on out there and dance!"
Paula jumped up from the table, surprised at this sudden out-burst from her usually placid husband. Not wishing to cause a scene, she smiled nervously at the smirking young man who stood before her. They stepped out to the dance floor, and they were no sooner out of sight of the table when he crushed her to him so tightly that Paula could hardly catch her breath.
As they whirled in step to the music, surrounded by the crowd of other dancers, she could feel his fingers gliding along her spine, then rising up from her waist to the soft flesh under her arm, his fingers began to probe further to the side of her breast. And in spite of herself, Paula Kirk suddenly felt a fluttery thrill deep in the pit of her stomach.
She could feel the definite impression of his organ growing rapidly larger right at the center of her crotch. It felt warm and good, and even though she hated this obnoxious man. she could not help briefly imagining what it would be like to be made love to by him. Involuntarily, her moistened loins twitched against his swelling member, and her muscles completed a shivering spasm before she could control herself. By then it was too late, and he had felt the undeniable signs of her sexual arousal.
"Oh!" he said merrily. "I think Mrs. Kirk wants me to do something for her!" He danced them over to the other side of the large room, where doors led out to the terrace and to the dark foliage of the grounds beyond.
"Would you like to take a stroll along the grounds, Mrs. Kirk?" he asked, still smiling.
"No, thank you." said Paula, abruptly separating herself from his obtrusive frame. "No ... I think I would like a drink now. Something cool." She was completely herself now, and she figured she might as well make the best of a bad situation. Perhaps another drink would calm her nerves.
"Would you get me something like a Collins? Yes, a Tom Collins?" she smiled demurely up at him.
"Of course," her partner said, bowing and backing away. "But, my princess, you must promise to stay where you are until I return. I'm sure you and I have so much in common!'"
He went off in the direction of the bar, and Paula breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease for a moment; when suddenly she spotted Phil Sullivan across the room, making his way toward her. Her heart leapt in her chest, for he was by far the most obnoxious member of the crowd that frequented the club. He had unceasingly made attempts to paw her whenever the smallest opportunity had arisen. In addition to which he seemed to think he was God's gift to women, always implying that Paula must be frustrated with an 'old man' like Steven, and wondering aloud why she refused to give in to a virile, younger, but still experienced person like himself. Paula detested him and despised his cocky ways.
As soon as she spotted him, she turned away, and seeing no better place to go, walked quickly out on the terrace. The cooler night air felt good on her face as she walked along the gravel path leading to the tennis courts. She had not gone very far when she heard the insidious tones of Phil Sullivan's voice, bellowing out to her from the terrace.
"Well! And how is Her Royal Highness this lovely evening? Taking a little stroll?"
Paula turned to see his flabby form bounding toward her on the walk.
"Good evening," she said icily, as he reached down and picked up her hand, raising her fingers to his wet, cushiony lips. A shudder of disgust went through her at his touch.
"Yes, I'm taking a stroll ... '" she said, and then hastily added, "and I would prefer that it be a solitary one." She pulled her hand away as quickly as she could without actually snatching it back and turned to leave him. As she did so, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back toward him.
"Listen, you arrogant bitch! Don't you be so damned stuck up with me. You think you're too good for me, don't you sweetie? Well, I know some one who says you're not so snooty after all." He paused a brief moment and then spit out. "Someone by the name of Andy Merce!'" He ground out the words, letting his saliva fly into Paula's face.
Her knees grew weak at the mention of Andy's name, and she felt her entire body begin to tremble. She was speechless, her mouth gaping in shocked surprise.
"Name sound familiar to you?" Sullivan went on. "It should. I've got a whole set of some very interesting pictures that indicate you should know that name very well indeed. Very well! I think maybe you and I should go somewhere nice and quiet and talk about this. I can't help thinking how interested good old Steven would be in seeing those photos! Real good ones, I must add! You're very photogenic, my dear, from all angles!"
"No!" Paula cried, pulling her arm away from his clamped fingers. "No, I don't believe it. You monster, you're lying!" Tears of anger and helpless frustration sprang to her eyes.
At that moment both she and Phil were surprised to see Steven come reeling toward them on the gravel path. He was drunkenly calling Paula's name.
"Oh, there you are, darling," he said, barely noticing Phil standing with her. "Listen, I think we should be going home now. I think I'd better get there as soon as possible."
Paula rushed to his side, her mind whirling, She took his arm, helping to support his unsteady form.
"Oh, Steven!'" she cried. "Yes, we must go home right away!"
"Yes," said Phil Sullivan, pushing toward them and taking Steven's other arm. "You should de finitely leave. I suggest that I drive you both home. Steven, you're in no condition to drive, if you'll forgive my saying so ... and Paula. I think you might welcome a little assistance." He began to propel them both toward the parking lot.
"Why thank you, Sullivan," Steven said. "That would be a very good idea. I don't like to have Paula driving these roads at nights." He stumbled on the walk, but Phill and Paula kept him from falling and got him to the parking lot. They spread Steven out on the spacious back seat of Phil's Cadillac, where he promptly fell asleep. Phil motioned for Paula to sit in the front seat with him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Paula's thoughts were in a turmoil as they started the long drive toward her home. She could not even begin to think clearly. She only knew that if it were really true that Phil Sullivan had the pictures ... those pictures, and if he were to show them to Steven, it would have disastrous results. Heaven only knew what reaction Steven would have. It would certainly mean his faith in her would be utterly destroyed. He might even do something rash ... she dared not think what.
Phil Sullivan was silent for a long while and then he reached into the glove compartment of the car and brought out a silver flask.
"Here,"-he said, thrusting it at her. "I think you probably need some of this. It's the best brandy available."
Paula took the flask and opened it. She placed it to her trembling lips and took a long gulp from it. The first swallow burned her throat, but the warmth of it spread throughout her system. Thinking she would gain some measure of self-assurance from the golden liquid, she tilted the flask several more times and each time felt somewhat more capable to cope with whatever might come up.
"At-a'girl." said Sullivan, reaching over and taking the flask back when she had finished. He put it to his gross lips and let the rest of the brandy gurgle noisily down his throat. When he had finished, he threw the flask back in the glove compartment and belched loudly. He let his hand drop down to Paula's lap and began to caress the tops of her thighs with his thick pudgy fingers. Paula flinched and moved over ... farther away from his monstrous touch.
"Okay, Miss Priss," he said, returning his hand to the wheel of the car. "We'll wait a little bit. I've waited this long, I guess I can wait a little while longer!" He laughed raucously ... his laughter ending in another noisy belch.
When they finally reached the Kirk's home, Phil helped Paula carry Steven up to the bedroom and get him into bed. His eyes hungrily swept the confines of Paula's private room. She nervously directed him out of the room as quickly as she could, not wanting his contaminating presence in this intimate setting any longer than was absolutely necessary. She felt woozy and almost sick as she descended the stairway to the living room ... hearing Phil Sullivan's heavy step directly behind her.
When they entered the living room, Paula went to the sofa and sat down, as Phil went directly to the bar. He poured two oversized glasses of Steven's best bourbon and brought them to the couch. He sat down heavily next to Paula. She took the glass offered to her and drank some of it ... trying to think of what to do.
Phil did not give her long to think. He pulled out an envelope from his breast pocket and extracted several photographs from it. spreading them out on the cocktail table before them.
"Now, supposing Mr. Steven Kirk were to receive these little masterpieces in the mail. What do you suppose would happen? Hmmmm?
Paula uttered a cry of shock and dismay. She remembered all too well the scenes depicted on the graphic photos before her and it seemed as if she could still feel the shock of the flash of Andy's camera in her eyes. Tears began flowing down her cheeks ... Andy. How could he have let this horrible man get hold of these pictures? How stupid she had been!
She snatched the pictures up from the table and tried to crumple them in her hands. Phill grabbed her, twisting her wrists and forced her to drop them back on the table.
"No, my pretty ... not yet. You don't get to have them yet! There are a few things I've had on my mind for a long time. I think you'll want to help me get them off, won't you?"
He moved closer to her and reaching behind her, cupped the soft mounds of her buttocks with his hands. This time, she didn't resist.
"Nice," ' he whispered, "very nice!" His hands traveled up her back and around to her firm breasts. She could smell the odor of his liquor laden breath coming near her face.
Paula felt a wave of revulsion course through her entire body. There was no doubt as to what was about to take place. He was going to use her as if she belonged to him ... and in her own home ... on the very sofa where she and Steven had spent so many pleasant hours. She tried not. to think about what was about to happen, but the ugliness of it all would not leave her.
"No ... no...." she muttered. "Not this...."
Phil ignored her pleas.
"A little drink always improves my talents,"
"he said, handing her the glass. She drank desperately from it. "And with such a proper piece, I want to be at my best!" As he gulped down a large portion of his drink, he began to take off his clothes. When he had his jacket and tie off, he stopped.
"I have a better idea ... you undress me."
Paula hesitated for a moment, but he grabbed her and pulled her to him, spilling most of her drink onto the beautiful carpet.
"Never mind about that,'" he said. "Get busy with my clothes!"
She put her glass on the end table and started the task she was forced to perform. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it onto the chair. He wore no undershirt and Paula was disgusted with the soft flabbiness of his hairless chest.
"Now the pants, my dear. And hurry, my impatience grows with each minute!"
She undid the belt to his trousers and bent down to untie his shoes and pulled them off. She reached up and pulled down the zipper and his pants fell down around his ankles. He lifted one leg and then the other so she could slip them off. She looked up and there, in all his ugliness he stood, wearing only jockey shorts and socks. Paula felt as though she would vomit.
"I'm waiting, my dear ... and I don't like to be kept waiting! I don't like it at all!" His tone was menacing.
Paula hastened to remove his socks and finally reached up and pulled at the elastic of his shorts. As they came down his flabby body, his limp, ugly cock bobbed up out of them. She threw the shorts across the room, disgusted by the feel of them. He reached down and lifted her up to meet his naked body.
"Shall I do the same for you?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself!" She snapped.
"As you wish, my dear."
She reached behind her back and undid the hook at the top of her silver gown, slid the zipper down, and letting it fall to the floor, stepped out of it. Her went next and as she removed it. she could feel Phil's beady eyes devouring her. She felt dirty ... but determined that he would never see her grovel.
When she lifted her head to meet his penetrating eyes, she could see the entirety of his body. His sagging yellow flesh hanging over his now erect penis jutting out from a mass of dark brown fuzz in his groin. He revolted her so that she thought she surely could not go through with the horrible ordeal.
He came near her and pulled her to his soft body. His hard, ugly cock jabbed viciously at her silk-covered loins and he reached behind her to unfasten her lace bra. As he threw it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes, his mouth covered her and began a relentless sucking that left her breathless. Suddenly, his mouth moved away and slipped down to her breasts. He began biting at her nipples with such a force that she cried out. He reached up and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Please, my dear. We don't want to alarm anyone, do we?"
She broke from his grasp and backed away from him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan ... I ... I can't go through with this ... I just can't!'"
"But my dear ... remember the wonderful photos I have of you ... you know what my price for getting them back is ... I'm afraid I'll have to insist!'" He reached out. grabbing her and forcing her across the room to the sofa. She struggled to no avail. The combination of fear and liquor weakened her so ... she felt like a small child in the grips of this ugly man. Her head spun around and around ... her thoughts confused ... suddenly, all she could see was the ceiling.
"This can't be true," she thought desperately. "This just can't be true!" But the reality of it was all too true. She struggled but the great weight of his bulky form was too much for her young, frail body. She could feel her tights and panties being ripped away from her skin ... his sharp nails dug into the soft white flesh of her legs. Then the weight on her body grew, spreading her thighs wide, and suddenly between her legs, there was a sudden hard thrust ... it was as if a red hot poker had been shoved into her body.
She screamed and tried to get away, but he held her fast, forcing his mouth on her so stifle her useless protests. He rammed into her again and again, never waiting for her to adjust to the size of his rock-hard, throbbing cock. She thought she had been split apart ... surely she must be bleeding. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, but still he continued his relentless plummeting ... again and again and again, until she finally passed out.
When Paula came to later, she was aware of rough hands fondling her naked breasts. As her eyes opened, all she could see was the back of the sofa and she became aware of a great weight of hot flesh pressing into her back. She was naked except for her torn nylon stockings ... and then the pain of her ravaged vagina hit her.
It all came back to her ... it was over ... Thank God it was over! Now perhaps her life could go on as before ... all that mattered now was that she would have those terrible photographs back ... Steven would never know ... now she was safe.
"Please.'" she whispered, a glass of water."
His hand ran down the length of her body until it reached the aching flesh of her battered vaginal passage. One finger pushed into the sensitive folds of her cunt.
"Certainly, my dear. A small reward for such excellent services." She felt the weight of his body leaving the sofa, and she turned to look at the horrible man who had just used her against her will. She watched as his body shook as he walked to the bar. She could not grasp the reality of what had just taken place. It was impossible to believe.
"I'm going to make you a Phil Sullivan Special," he said.
"Please, just a glass of water," she pleaded.
"This will be much better!" Paula watched as he opened the small, well-stocked refrigerator behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of cold champagne. Next, he took out the lemon juice and from a shelf, a bottle of cognac.
"This my dear, is what's known as a French. A fitting drink for the occasion, I think ... don't you?"
He poured two ounces of cognac, one ounce of lemon juice and a teaspoon of sugar in a shaker. He added ice and shook it for what seemed an eternity. He emptied it into a large glass and filled it to the brim with the champagne!
"Voila! My dear ... A Phil Sullivan Special!"
He handed the drink to her and she thirstily drank several mouthfuls. He reached down, took the glass away from her and lay down next to her again. She could feel his huge erection pressing into her quivering flesh.
"Please," she said, "you have to go now. It must be very late!"
"But dearest," ' he answered sarcastically, "the night is still very young." He turned her around so that her back was to him and began to take small bites at the nape of her neck. The feel of his tongue on her neck sickened her. His fingers played with the lips of her bruised vagina and then entered her secret passage. His stiff cock probed between the back of her thighs, searching for the opening in between her legs.
"Please," she cried, "I'm much too sore. "You've had what you wanted. Now please leave me alone."
"Listen you bitch!'" he hissed, "do you want those pictures or don't you? It would be just as easy to see that the old man upstairs gets them!"
Paula's entire body contracted in anger-. She knew he could do anything he wanted until she at last had those pictures in her possession. She must suffer whatever indignities he fancied to heap on her till she could get her hand on the incriminating photos.
Suddenly the slimy head of his lust-hardened prick found the opening of moist flesh in her groin. He rammed her viciously and went so far into her that she cried out and tried to pull away from his iron grip.
"Please. you re hurting me!"
But he held her fast ... each hand wrapped around her hips holding her still. His thrusts grew sharper and deeper with each lustful movement he made. She struggled and groaned, impaled like some large beautiful butterfly on a collector's table. His hairy thighs scraped the back of hers until she could feel the burns they were causing. He pummeled into her with all the force he could muster, filling the entirety of her being, hurting her more and more with each thrust of his heavy gross body.
Paula felt as if someone were forcing hot pokers into the fragile walls of her vagina. His nails dug into her soft stomach, causing her to squeal in pain. She felt pressure against her as he began to pull her up onto her knees without stopping his relentless pursuit. She allowed herself to be propped up, hoping that it might hasten the end of this debasement by this man she hated.
He drew himself still closer between her widespread thighs, pushing them further apart with his knees. He forced himself even further into her ... right up to the hilt ... up into her helpless cunt ... deeper and deeper into her.
Paula thought her body would split in two. Her breath came in short gasps ... her back ached from the pressure of his hands forcing her further down until her soft yielding buttocks were thrust almost straight up into the air. His body battered against her with brute force. She could hear him whining above her. He seemed to grow larger and larger with each searing thrust into her flaming hole. She tried to think of other times, other places ... but her mind could only concentrate on the searing pain caused by the brutal attack she was being subjected to.
She wanted to scream ... to scream again and again, but she knew she could not. She was trembling all over ... surely he must finish soon ... he can't go on much longer ... but still he was stuffing his hard cock up into her cervix with a wild fury, almost forcing her off the sofa with each painful thrust. She gritted her teeth ... she could not stand it much longer.
Then she could hear him moaning between his clenched teeth. At first, it seemed so far away, but then it grew louder and louder until at last he gave a cry as great, hot thick spurts of liquid filled her panting vagina almost to the overflow.
"Thank God, it's over," she thought as he collapsed onto her. squashing her soft helpless body under his massive weight. He stayed on top of her for a few minutes, panting heavily, blowing his liquor laden breath delightedly in her face.
Finally he pulled out of her with a slight wet popping noise and without dressing went to the bar to fix himself another drink. Paula got up wearily and went into the powder room to clean her ravaged body. With shaking hands and weak knees, she put on a dressing gown she always kept, there and returned to the living room.
Phil Sullivan was sitting; on the sofa ... his drink in one hand while with the other he fondled his soft, but still huge penis.
"Well, my dear." he started. "I'll bet you never had anything that good from that old man you married, did you?'"
Paula reeled in disgust. "Haven't you had enough. Mr. Sullivan? Why don't you just leave!"
"I think you know me well enough to call me Phil ... and no, my sweet. I haven't had enough, and I am not leaving, not just yet. Come here, I have a little taste treat for you!"
Paula knew there was nothing else she could do but subject herself to his wishes. She walked slowly over to the sofa. She could see his soft cock growing larger-every second until at last, as she reached him, it was fully erect. He reached up and grabbed her arm and forced her down on her knees, dangling the obscene looking instrument of hardened flesh in front of her face.
"What would your husband think if he could see you now, you little slut? Don't act like you're repulsed by my prick ... you've sucked cock before and I have the pictures to prove it! Now take off that robe ... and beg me for some cock to suck ... and remember, I said be me!" He grabbed her hair and forced her head backwards. "Come on, baby, I want to hear you beg for it." He took his cock in his hand and began rubbing the wet. slippery tip of it around her face.
"Paula? Paula?" It was Steven calling from upstairs. "Is everything all right down there?" he asked, still in a drunken stupor. "I thought I heard voices."
"Yes, darling, everything's fine,'" she forced her self bravely to say through her tears and humiliation ... "everything's just fine...."
"Well, send your company home soon, darling, and come to bed. I miss you."
"Yes, darling, I will," she answered, trying to make her voice sound normal. "Go back to sleep." She knew she would have to get Sullivan to leave soon. She had no choice now.
"Please." she whimpered. "Please, Phil, I want to suck your cock...."
"My wonderful cock," he hissed, pulling her hair even tighter.
"Yes, your wonderful cock ... please ... let me suck it ... please...." Phil pulled her head back down and forced his lewd member into her open mouth.
"Now you suck it good you little whore, you suck it good so you can go back upstairs to your old waiting husband. I bet he might like a good blow job, too." With that, he rammed the full length of his lust-hardened stick into Paula's mouth.
She gagged at the taste of it, but started sucking as hard and as fast as she could. The room was a mixture of sounds ... the lewd slurping of her mouth on his penis ... the groans coming from Phil ... mixed with Paula's soft sobbing. She sucked harder and harder ... and he forced his way deeper and deeper into her round, ovaled mouth each time. His breath became increasingly more rapid.
"Maybe we should ask Steven to join us in the fun. I bet he doesn't know that you're such a good little cock sucker, does he? I'll bet he doesn't know his loving wife goes around sucking other men's pricks, does he? Well, you keep on sucking, you little whore, because pretty soon I'm going to give you what all little cock suckers want. A mouthful of cum ... is that what you want? ... a mouthful of cum ... '"
Paula pulled her head back, letting his rigid cock dangle in front of her face.
"Yes, that's what I want...." she groaned out in her shame. "That's what I want...."
Sullivan brought his hand back and slapped her hard across the face.
"I didn't say you could stop, did I? Get back on the stick, baby!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mouth was once more filled with the thickness of his glistening cock. She sucked harder and harder, wishing that this was somehow causing him pain instead of pleasure.
"That's it, you proud little cunt," he moaned. "It won't be long now!"
Paula could feel his cock grow tighter and harder until she knew he was about to cum. She braced herself for the final thrust she knew he would give before his climax ... but instead, he pulled out of her mouth quickly and holding her head steady with both his hands, his hot sticky cum spurted out in long hard gushes into her imprisoned face.
Her eyes burned fiercely at the contact with the seminal fluid and she could feel it running into her nose and mouth and down the sides of her face and into her hair. She gagged and coughed, sickened by the disgusting torture he was putting her through. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up.
Phil laughed, an almost insane cackle. He released her head from his grips and she fell backwards to the floor. While she lay there sobbing. Sullivan went to his clothes and dressed quickly. Paula wiped her face on the hem of her robe, and still lying on the floor, wrapped it around herself for warmth.
"Please, Phil," she sobbed, "give me the pictures ... I've done what you asked ... please give them to me ... please...."
"Yes, you did do what I asked ... and very nicely too. Here's a little reward for you." He reached into his pocket and threw the three photographs he had shown her before on the floor next to her. Paula reached out and grabbed them.
"But, where are the rest of them? Give me the rest of them!"
"Surely, you didn't expect to get all of them for tonight's amateurish little performance, did you? You'll just have to work a little harder, for the rest of them, now won't you. I'll let you know when.'"
Paula leaped up from the floor and flew at him in a rage. Her hands lashed out at his face and her nails dug deep gashes into his cheeks He reeled back for a moment until he caught up with his senses. She was thrashing out at him in blind fury. He caught one of her hands and twisted it up behind her back.
"You're going to pay for this, you tramp. You're going to have to work long hard hours under me to pay for this. And ... it won't be so nice the next time ... oh, no, baby, not nearly so nice!"
Pushing her arm even further up her back, he forced her to bend over. His free hand separated the backs of her thighs and found the opening of her inflamed cunt.
"This is something to remember me by." he said as he thrust three, then four fingers, then his entire hand up into her flayed vaginal opening, twisting it cruelly. Paula started to scream but it was lost in the total darkness that enveloped her.
When she awoke, it was almost morning. She was still lying on the living room floor. Her mind staggered when she thought about what had taken place. Yet, it was all true! She looked around the room ... at every turn she was reminded of the obscene tortures of just a few hours ago. Her body was racked with pain, but still she knew she would have to clear the room of everything that reminded her of last night's horrible events.
She took her clothes and the stained robe and threw them into the incinerator in the kitchen. She straightened up as much as she could until at last, almost in a state of total collapse, both physical and mental, she groped her way upstairs to the security of the bedroom.
She washed herself as quickly as she could, put on a warm flannel nightgown that covered almost all of her bruised body and slipped into bed next to her husband.
Feeling used and dirty, she turned over to at last fall deeply into sleep. When she heard Steven stir.
I heard laughter a short while ago, darling. Did you have a good time, dear?" he asked sleepily.
Paula started to answer, but he was already fast asleep and she was glad. She, too, desperately needed the blissful unconsciousness of a deep, dreamless slumber....
CHAPTER FIVE
Several days had passed since Phil Sullivan's nasty intrusion into Paula Kirk's life. The young woman had to pretend a case of flu virus to her servants and to Steven, in order to explain her now morose appearance, spending many hours of the day in the privacy of her bedroom.
One particularly gloomy day, she ventured down to the living room, scene of her hideous 'affair' with Phil Sullivan and poured herself a much needed drink. She drank gin and tonic because it seemed less offensive to her stomach than any of the other things she had recently consumed, both willingly and unwillingly.
She sat in a large easy chair, gazing unseeingly out of the living room window to the spacious grounds of her house. She was desperately trying to think of how she could manage to extricate herself from the horrible predicament. If only she could think of something to keep Steven from getting hurt!
She went over and over the disgusting events of the past few weeks without result.
"How foolish I've been," she thought to herself. "How could I have ever let myself get involved with anyone other than Steven?" She cursed the wickedness of her demanding body that had gotten her into such ugly difficulties. Well, she no longer felt desire for anything but the quiet life she had been leading with her husband prior to meeting this Andy character.
As she sat there, slowly sipping her drink, the telephone rang. She was shocked to hear Andy's voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Hi, baby!" he said nonchalantly as though nothing had happened since their last lustful meeting.
"Andy! I don't believe you have the nerve to call me ... what kind of man are you? Do you know what I've been through?"
"Hey, beautiful, lay off a minute. If you'll meet me tomorrow I'll explain everything to you. Maybe I can even help you a little. Who knows? I'll meet you tomorrow afternoon at our favorite bar. One o'clock ... wear something pretty for Andy ... okay?'" He hung up abruptly.
Paula stood there with the phone in her hands for a moment and then after hanging up the receiver, she collapsed in tears.
The next day, she dutifully appeared at the cocktail lounge at the time designed. She still had one flicker of hope left that somehow Andy could help her get out of all this mess. Perhaps he even had some plausible explanation of how all this had come about.
When she arrived, Andy was waiting for her outside. He led her to his car and drove off. They rode along for some time without speaking to each other. Paula sat dejectedly looking out of the window as they drove further and further into the country. Finally, gathering up whatever courage she had left, she said.
"Where are we going? Andy, you must stop, soon, I have to talk to you. You said perhaps you could help. How did Phil Sullivan get those pictures? ... Oh, Andy, tell me it wasn't your fault ... I'm so confused...." She burst into uncontrollable sobs.
Andy turned and looked at her.
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Of course I had something to do with it. Phil had something I wanted' and I had something he wanted. It's as simple as that!" As he was talking, he turned up a secluded lane off the highway. They drove on for about j ten minutes while Paula, now completely without hope, crouched in her corner of the car. They passed, woods and meadows, and finally arrived at a completely secluded field.
It was what appeared to be an abandoned picnic spot. There was one wooden table in a state of disrepair under a huge oak tree. It was clear that no one had been to this place in ages and they were miles away from the nearest human being. Andy turned off the motor and turned toward Paula.
"Where are we?" she repeated. "Why did you bring me here?"
He took her face in his hands and turned her tear-stained face towards his.
"Come on, baby, don't mess up your pretty face. It's not worth all the fuss you're making." Hi started moving his hands over her breasts, then slowly worked his way down to her shapely hips Paula could not even bring herself to protest this assault. She just sat, letting him do as he liked with her.
He undid her dress and took it down, stripping her to the waist. A shiver went through her body as the country air touched her bare shoulders. Andy quickly undid her bra, anxious to once more set eyes on the magnificent young tits of this prize pussy.
Paula sat still, humiliated by his lustful gaze, as he exclaimed.
"Wow, baby, looks like someone else has been at those luscious tits. Now come on, you got to be at least as good to old Andy!" He began to fondle the luxurious orbs that felt so good in his hands ... he toyed with them, letting them bounce up and down in his palms.
"Daddy sure wants his baby today, I've been thinking about you ... about those tits ... that ass of yours...." He kissed her wetly on the lips, pushing her head back on the car seat. She felt his warm tongue slide in and out of her mouth, going far back into her throat. She was stunned. She couldn't believe it was really happening again!
He pinched her already sore nipples and she gritted her teeth and bore the pain. She tried to shift her body to a more comfortable position as he leaned heavily on her, crushing her into the seat. As she moved her buttocks slightly, he took it as a sign of excitement, and increased his fervent pressures on her bruised flesh.
He let one anxious hand drop to her thigh, and reaching under her skirt, felt the smooth and sensuous lines of her inner leg. He stroked her for a while, alternating between legs. Then, he reached up to her crotch, tightly enclosed in smooth nylon panties and pushed at her vagina through the material, content for the moment just to feel its rounded contour.
"Please," ' she said, "let me take off my dress before you ruin it."
As she was slipping off the dress, Andy pulled off his pants and then his jockey shorts. His huge cock stood straight out from under his shirt. Paula now wore only panties, garter belt, stockings and her high heels. Andy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pint bottle of Scotch.
"A little something to warm you up, baby." he said, handing the container to her.
"No, not for me, please."
"Come on, honey, do as Andy says."
Paula opened the cap and started to take a small sip. Andy grabbed her head and forced it back. He poured a large quantity of Scotch into her open mouth. She gagged and coughed, but most of the harsh liquor found its way down her throat. He put the flask to his lips and took a large swallow. He put it back in the glove compartment and took out a small penknife. Opening the blade, he slipped it between her flesh and the elastic of her panties. Then, he ripped the flimsy material all the way down. He pulled the torn garment out from under her garter belt. Her warm, soft pussy was now completely exposed to his lustful gaze.
"Let's get out of the car," he said hungrily. "There's not enough room in here for what I have in mind."
Paula opened the door and stepped out into the cool summer breeze that enveloped her exposed body. Andy was right behind her.
"Let's go, baby,'" he said, "over to that picnic table." Pushing her against it, he made her lie down on the dirty rough top. Her stocking clad legs dangled down to the ground, her buttocks resting on the edge of the wooden planks. Her loins were opened and completely vulnerable to his attack.
"Spread those legs, baby," he commanded.
"Oh, Andy," she cried, "why does it have to be like this? ... why?"
"Why?" he answered. "Because that's the way Andy wants it. And what Andy wants, he gets. Now spread those legs!"
Paula started to open her legs, but it wasn't fast enough for him. He pushed his hands between her thighs and forced her legs as far apart as they would go. He pressed his body to hers and guided his throbbing cock into her moist, open cunt. His hard thrust almost took her breath away, and suddenly against her wishes, she began to long for the thorough hard fucking she knew she was about to get. She really wanted it inside her now. If he pulled out, she would go mad. But he had no such thought in mind. He pushed and shoved to get, further and further inside of her until he was stopped by his own thighs touching hard against her inner softness.
The picnic table began to cut into the soft flesh of her upper thighs.
"Andy, it hurts so much this way,'" she whimpered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Sure it does, baby," he groaned. "That's what makes it so good!" He started long diving movements in and out of her widely exposed cunt. He took his time with each thrust so he could savor every inch of her warm, clasping insides. Paula could feel the walls of her vagina melting around this blunt cudgel that seemed to pierce her very being. She moaned in pain and pleasure under the assault.
"Oh, Andy ... it feels so good ... it feels soo...."
"Sure it does, baby, sure it does ... it's going to feel better in a little while ... in a little while ... oh, baby, it's going to feel better right nooowww!!" Then his scarlet staff started erupting inside of her now tightly clasping cunt. The hot stream of white liquid streamed out of his probing cock deep into the interior of her womb. Wave after wave of his seminal fluid emptied out of him until he could feel it seeping out of her vagina and running down between their tightly pressed loins. And then, just as she too was on the edge, his cock pulled sharply out of her desperately grasping cunt.
"Oh no, Andy ... don't stop now!" she started and then gave a sharp cry as his rough probing fingers found her hard, quivering clitoris. He knelt on the ground between her legs and thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out as he closed his lips on the hard little button. She pushed her hips up at his rotating mouth, arching her back across the table. She no longer noticed the pain the wooden structure was causing her tender flesh. She knew only that she wanted to cum into his mouth ... to fill his open cavity the way he had filled hers.
She began gyrating her hips in a circular motion pushing at his open lips with each movement of her lust-crazy body. Gone was her shame ... gone was her torment ... she only knew the pleasure of this man's mouth pressed tightly against the quivering lips of her vagina. She moaned over and over, her head flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of her dilating cunt.
As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like, slobbering at the wide-spread wetness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. Then, without warning, he released his hold on her clasping cunt.
"Should I stop now?" he asked tauntingly.
"No ... no, for God's sake, Andy ... Please ... finish ... please finish me."
"Will you do anything I want ... anything I say?"
"Yes ... I'll do anything you want ... anything ... just finish me ... please. Andy ... please...." "Okay, baby, here goes!"
He pushed his face as far as he could into her sweet soft slit. His teeth came down sharply ... she screamed ... his tongue rammed inside her ... she moaned ... he bit ... she screamed again ... his tongue darted ... she moaned. Over and over he continued the same maddening game ... bite ... probe ... bite ... probe. Finally, she could stand no more. Her hands reached for the back of his neck and she shoved his face deep inside her. She lifted her legs one at a time and placed them on his shoulders, wrapping them tightly around his neck. His entire mouth was enclosed by the lips of her passion-crazed vagina.
Paula's shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically; her hands curled down into his hair. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband ... forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" she screamed over and over.
Andy never stopped working on her insides. He continued to suck mercilessly on her flooding loins. He could not tell how many orgasms she was having. They all flowed into one long frenzy of orgiastic pleasure. His mouth and face were covered with the moisture of his labor. And still, he continued his relentless sucking on her limp cunt.
Waves of excitement coursed through Paula's writhing body. Her cum mixed with the saliva from his mouth and trickled from her body, forming a small pool of moisture on the ground below them. When at last she was completely drained, he broke free from her entangled legs and lifted her limp, momentarily satiated body up onto the table. His rigid cock stuck out straight in front of his taut groin. Paula writhed on the table top, completely lost in her own lust. Andy wiped his face on his shirt tail.
"Now, it's my turn!" he said in a half-crazed voice. "Anything I want, that was the bargain, remember?'"
"Yes ... yes," she moaned. "Anything you want."
He picked her up from the table and had her kneel on the bench beside it. He pushed her upper torso down on the table so that her soft quivering buttocks were raised high up in the air. Next, he put his index finger in his mouth and moistened it. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, his digit found the tight puckered opening and he pushed up inside her as far as his rigid finger would go. Paula screamed.
"No, Andy! Not that! No'" as the pain shot through her virginal rectum. Ignoring her, he twisted his finger still more and then dug another thick digit into her, hurting her so badly that she let out one long gurgling sound. She felt impaled like an animal on a spit. He was treating her like an animal and she no longer felt like a human being.
"No, no, Andy ... no, please!" she cried with all the force her lungs could muster.
"Listen, bitch!" he growled, never releasing her from his painfully thrusting fingers. "You said anything ... or don't you remember that? Now shut your mouth! I'm going to ram my rod into that sweet little asshole of yours ... then maybe it won't be so tight afterwards!"
He began to ram his fingers from side to side, stretching the opening painfully as he did so. He was beside himself with excitement now. His prim and proper wife had never allowed him to even touch her there, much less to fuck her. It was one of his constant dreams to feel the tightness of those strong, firm anal muscles holding his stiff prick as he plunged into the innermost recesses of an upturned bottom.
He slapped the soft whiteness of Paula's soft, yielding cheeks, enjoying immensely the sharp sound of his hand against her defenseless flesh. She was completely at his mercy and that was what he wanted!
Paula screamed again and again as she felt the searing and easing of her hitherto uninvaded back passage at it responded to the steady sawing motion of Andy's crude fingers. Her knees were cut and bleeding, she was sure, from the rough surface of the splintery table ... she felt as if she would faint from the pain. She was being subjugated in a way she had never known. He was deliberately hurting her, stretching her tender anus in a cruel manner, making sharp twisting motions, just when she least expected them.
"Don't ... don't...." she cried. "I can't bear it!"
"Oh, sure you can bear it all right. In fact you'll do better than bear it, cutie pie!"
Suddenly, Andy removed his fingers with a soft sucking noise. He moved in closer to her and she felt him grab her hand and bring it sharply behind her back.
"Here, get a feel of this, baby!" He forced his hardened cock into her hand, making her fondle it. "Here, you can even put it in for me ... come on ... yeah ... just a little further ... that's right!"
Paula felt the tip of his enormous tool touching at the tender puckered opening of her rectum and knew that he could never, never fit it inside her. The sides of his cock automatically stretched her cheeks apart and the smooth, rubbery head of it seemed at least two or three inches across to her. It would be impossible to take him there!
But it was too late.
Andy, crazed by the sight of her inviting position began to push. She heard him spit noisily into his hand and rub the head of his tool and the crevice of her buttocks with the slippery liquid. He shoved into her with the force of a man gone mad. She tried to pull away with all her might, but his rough hands around her hips held her fast. She could not think. There was pain everywhere, blinding her, sending sparks in front of her tightly closed eyes. She felt as though a telephone pole were being rammed into her wide-spread buttocks.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" she grunted and gasped as she felt him stop moving.
"Push back at me!" he screamed.
"I can't ... it hurts so much, Andy ... please don't make me...."
"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled. "Shut up and push back at me!" With that, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, forcing his huge cock that last fraction of an inch into her inflamed rectum. Paula could feel the huge bulb at the head of his cock pressing against her insides and she thought surely he would rupture her.
"Noooo...." she screamed. She could not think clearly. Everywhere her mind turned there was searing pain.
Andy began to gasp for air as he began a steady rhythmic motion and completely disregarding her intense pain, sunk himself deeper into the soft, hidden passage of her tight little hole.
"Ooooohhhhh ... ooohhh...." she moaned, as his pelvis continually smacked against the softness of her twin white mounds. She was hopelessly impaled. He rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. His white vicious cock disappeared all the way up her tight, resisting anus with each cruel blow. None of it could be seen as it buried its way into her tight virginal passage.
Paula's face was flushed a bright red ... her blond hair lay in damp patches down her sweat soaked back. Gradually the pain eased up slightly. She had not expected to be sodomized like this. In all her torturous shame of the past week, never had she felt so naked and utterly debased. And then, for some strange, unknown reason, she began to feel a masochistic joy she could not understand.
She began to move backwards to meet his forward thrusts. Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her battered back passage. She heard his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the open field and hated herself for the orgastic pleasure she was experiencing. She pushed back to meet the forward thrust of his huge cock undulating inside her body in tiny rotating circles. She was completely subjugated to his every whim.
Behind her, Andy, impassioned and delighted, groaned each time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck her harder and deeper. She was his to do as he pleased for as long as he wanted. And he liked what he was doing just fine. He muttered gross obscenities behind her back.
"Come on, you fuckin' bitch ... on, yeah ... come on, fuck back ... fuck back, you whore...."
"Aaaaaaaggghhhh!" she groaned and he flicked deeper again.""
"Aaaaaggggghhhh ... Oohhhh!" He was stretching her muscles beyond all human endurance.
"Oh God," she grunted. "Cum ... cum ... for God's sake, cum...." She thrashed in a wild mixture of pain and masochistic pleasure and fucked back at him for all she was worth.
"Oh, no, baby ... I ain't coming just yet! I got a lot more fucking to do!"
Andy, crazed behind her, began bucking into her rectum with increasing fervor. He spread the cheeks of her ass and watched the full length of his long, thick cock split the tightness of her now well stretched back hole.
"Do you like it?" he rammed in again.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she answered.
"I said, do you like it?" he rammed her even harder.
"Yes ... Yes," she cried out.
"Well, then ... beg for some more!"
"No, please Andy, I just can't ... "
"I said beg me to fuck you in your tight little hole!" His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her shoulders.
"I can't ... don't ... don't ... I can't...." He had already taken everything else from her ... her pride as a wife ... her self respect ... everything was gone. She just couldn't let him have the satisfaction of hearing her beg too.
"Do it!'" he screamed at her. "Do it! Beg for it, you little cunt! Beg!"
"All right," she gasped, at last giving in to the intense pain. She would do anything to have him finish. "Please do it to me!"
"Not like that! I want to hear you say fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me...!"
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Please fuck me in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass.'
"My tight ass!"
"Yes ... in my tight ass...." she collapsed in tears on the rough table top.
"Lift that ass back up, you bitch! Lift it!'" His nails drew blood.
Paula, sobbing helplessly, thrust her buttocks backwards until she could feel the firmness of his stomach muscles pressed hard against them. She knew she would have to give him exactly what he wanted. She groaned again in anguish as he thrust into her inhumanly contorted body with long deep strokes that traveled the full length of his hard throbbing cock. His driving loins smacked hard against the uplifted mounds of her ass. The sound of his thighs against her moisture dripping flesh echoed through the valley like claps of thunder in the distance. Paula bucked her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end. She grunted and moaned with him, encouraging and pleading for him to end it and fill her behind with his hot, scalding orgasm.
Andy's shirt got caught between them and he reached up and yanked it off his body, ripping several buttons in the process. His prick was swollen to almost twice its normal size. His breath wheezed out of him in long gasps ... like a man exhausted from hard labor.
"My God," she groaned. "My God!"
His balls ached and his cock danced with thousands of hot sparks every time he pushed into her. She was completely his. His slave, submitting to his every wish. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowed back, making it glisten in the light of the afternoon sun. His eyes focused on the whiteness of her undulating body that slipped over his raging cock like a tight fitting glove.
"Oh, cum, darling ... cum!'" she gasped back at him. She had to get it over with soon.
"Paula!" he screamed. "Paula!" He thrust the full length of his tool into her stretched rectum ... his body jerking convulsively ... his hands ripping at her soft flesh. He gave one last ramrod thrust and suddenly the dam burst and emptied wave after wave of hot white liquid into the depths of her rear passage.
Paula screamed ... partly out of pain but also out of joy ... It was over. Thank God, it was over.
A few minutes later. Andy slowly pulled himself out of her ravaged crevice. Paula tried to stand, and collapsed in complete exhaustion on the soft, cool grass. Andy wiped himself with a towel he had brought along in the car. When he finished dressing, he picked her clothes up from the floor of the car and walked over to where Paula was still lying.
He threw the clothes down on the wet grass beside her.
"Hurry it up, baby. I got an appointment in town,'r' he said, grinning lewdly at her obscenely spread form. "You were real good! Real good, baby doll!"
Paula Kirk felt utterly debased, all the shame of her humiliating experience flowing back to her now that it was over....
CHAPTER SIX
Paula realized that she could no longer go on like this. She was barely able to get through a day without bursting into tears several times at the thought of her shame.
There she was, married to the kindest, most considerate man she had ever known; who would do anything for her, give her anything she wanted, and how had she repaid him? By betraying him in the most obscene ways known to man.
She could no longer look at her body in the mirror ... her baths were no longer a luxury ... her main attentions to her once coddled tender flesh were to rub salves on her wounds in order to heal them quickly ... so that she would have as few reminders as possible of her depraved lovers.
What a dreadful burden she carried! She had resisted having the family doctor come to examine her as Steven had suggested when he saw how nervous his usually vivacious young bride had become. Sue had made her consume a home-made nerve tonic of her own invention, whipped up in the well supplied Kirk kitchen. Every morning, before breakfast, she downed the soothing liquid.
But nothing seemed to help, really. She knew that there was only one thing to do to ease her mind. She would have to tell Steven everything. As horrible a prospect as that seemed, nothing could compare with the torture of going on living with her dreadful secret ... at the mercy of the demented fiends who had her lovely body in their clutches. She was like a beautiful erotic puppet, at their beck and call; with all her once private and secret parts exposed to their lustful whims.
Once she had decided to tell Steven all, she breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of the release that was to come, no matter what his reaction. She went to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to try to think of the best way to break it to him. Although she was calmer now she knew what she was going to do, lewd visions continued to dance before her eyes. She lay back on the bed, allowing her long breakfast robe to fall open so that her body was exposed to the warm air of the room. She tried to recall a time when the idea of sex had been an entirely pleasant one for her. As she lay there thinking, her tired mind allowed her to fall into sleep.
It wasn't an altogether restful sleep however, for her subconscious continued churning her problems about and before long, she was dreaming....
In her dream, she seemed to be swimming in a secluded pond. Everything was beautiful all around her....
The sky was clear, blue with sparkling white clouds ... and everything seemed right with the world. As her voluptuous body moved slowly in the warm water of the pond, she could feel its gentle pressure all over her skin. It felt like the most delicious, tantalizing massage she had ever known. She turned and twisted, letting her long blonde hair stream out behind her, sometimes driving deep beneath the surface of the water where there were rainbow-colored fish of all sizes living peaceful underwater lives among swaying plants of a beautiful emerald green.
She decided to explore the bottom of the pond more carefully; and when she got down there, it seemed that she could breath underwater like a fish so that she was entirely comfortable. She lay down on the downy soft mud of the bottom, feeling the plants tickling her flesh with their pointed tips. She lay there, undulating with the flow of water and the fish came to visit her. She was very happy for their company for they were very gentle, and very beautiful.
They began to nip at her body playfully ... and seemed to have soft and pliant puckering lips. Two of them approached her breasts, and one on each side, they began to softly suck her so that her nipples sprang up and twitched in their tiny mouths. More of them came and began to suck on the curves of her belly, then another swam between her legs and with one deft motion of his nose, parted the silken hairs of her vagina and placed its mouth on her tiny clitoris.
It sucked and sucked, letting the most heavenly sensations arise in her belly, and while it sucked, another came and gently wiggled its entire body inside her cunt, where it fit snugly. Once inside, it began to wriggle back and forth, up and down ... it seemed to go on for hours ... it was the most f unbelievably wonderful thing Paula had ever felt.
The beautiful erotic fish continued to delight her throbbing, water smoothed body. The steady pushing of the fish inside her wet vagina sent tingling messages out to all parts of her reclining form. The pointed breasts continued to be nudged and nibbled by the diligence of the other two watery lovers as more continued on her belly and another would not cease sucking at her swelling little clitoris.
Paula knew that soon she would burst with the most overwhelmingly satisfying climax she had ever known. She felt it coming for what seemed a long, long time ... and suddenly it was there spreading from her deepest recesses, rising like a gigantic tide throughout each and every particle of her titillated body, bringing with it an exquisite pleasure, unequalled in the world of reality.
"Ooooooh! Aaaaaah! Uuuuuuh!" Paula moaned, as she woke, spread-eagled on the king-sized bed, her arms outstretched on either side of her perspiring body. She woke to the feel of her vaginal muscles" violent contractions around a phantom phallus, a dream. Her open loins exuded warm waves of cum as she continued to writhe with the unearthy pleasure surrounding her.
"Mmmmmmh!" She cooed, and softly touched her quivering pussy with both of her hands as if to hold the mighty pleasure in, to make it last longer, still.
* * *
by evening, about the time she expected Steven home, Paula was feeling much better. She had had a long nap, and then had pampered herself for the first time in a long while with a hot bubble bath. She carefully oiled and perfumed her pale smooth skin and brushed her hair until it shone with a silken sheen. She had decided how to tell Steven. Tonight was to be very special. She had taken great care that the dinner was one which Steven specially liked and also one that was light and tempting, so as to stimulate him without filling him.
When Steven came home, Paula was waiting for him in the living room. She looked stunning in a long hostess gown of pale yellow. Her breasts bulged magnificently ... now flawless and without blemish ... at the top of its low neckline, the first she had dared wear recently. On her wrist she wore the beautiful gold bracelet he had given her so many nights ago.
She had prepared some tiny canapes for him and instead of his usual lethal martinis, she prepared a toned down mixture of Gin and Campari in order to whet his appetite rather than detract from it. They sat over the long and delectable meal for a long time. Paula was grateful that he had not been drinking before his arrival home ... he was the old Steven she had known when they first met. She had high hopes that this evening could be successful ... so much depended on it.
Steven was impressed by his wife's appearance that evening. He was so happy to see her looking fresh and beautiful again. He took note of her full, rounded breasts thrusting toward him during the first course of oysters on the hallf shell. They had a light Rhine wine that complimented the dinner perfectly. There was a flush to Paula's cheeks as she leaned over to him to serve him more of the delicate filet of Sole Almondine he enjoyed so much. She had told the servants to leave early as she wanted to be completely alone with her husband that evening.
"Darling," she said, smiling across at him as they consumed the lemon mousse dessert. "I want to apologize for the way I've been these last few weeks."
"My love," Steven said, a glint of admiration shining in his eyes at the lovely sight of his wife by candlelight across the table from him, "please, no apology is necessary. It must not be much fun for you here ... stuck with an old man."
"I don't want you to say that anymore, Steven. Please ... I just want us to be happy together."
They had their brandy in Steven's study which was just off the living room. It was a small but comfortable room with leather couches and armchairs and walls -lined with books. Paula rec-lined on the couch, inviting Steven to sit close to her. She had placed a wonderful record of romantic mood music on the hi fi, to be followed by other equally soft and sinuously exciting recordings.
She felt very mellow and ready to be loved as she should be, by her husband. Steven took her hand and pressed it palm toward to his lips. A shiver ran through her body as he moved even closer to her, and finally took her in his arms tenderly.
"Oh. Steven ... my darling husband...."
Steven kissed her moistened lips, and she returned the kiss fervently, shoving her tongue into his mouth. She put her hands inside his coat jacket and let her fingers run up and down his back.
"Darling, take off your coat ... take off all your clothes."-she said quietly. "I want to feel your body next to me."
Steven, breathing heavily from the excitement of her kiss and the feel of her warmth close to him. stood and slowly removed his clothing ... placing his things on a nearby chair. His body was still firm and without fat, gray hair curled on his wide chest.
He approached Paula again. She had remained seated on the couch, watching him with a sense of anticipation growing in burning excitement in her loins. She undid the top of her gown and brought her breasts out of the snugly fitting material. Wrapping her arms around Steven's standing body, she pushed her breasts into his still limp penis, shaking them from side to side and gliding up and down so that it would give him the sensation of making love to har enormous globes of satin.
Soon, to her satisfaction, she felt his shaft quiver and begin to rise.
"Oh, Paula...." he gasped. "That feels so good." She continued until he was hard, then bending over, placed her lips on his now rigid cock and began to run her tongue up and down its sides ... then around in circles on the head. She could feel him panting with excitement, and she began to grow more and more impatient to feel him inside her.
Wiggling out of her long skirt, she continued her up and down motions along his long, thin, throbbing member. The dress rustled to the floor and she was completely naked underneath it.
Her long creamy thighs glistened in the soft light of the den. The soft sparse hair of her vagina was moistened by her rising excitement. She opened and closed her legs, wanting the feel of her man between them. She felt good letting herself go this way with Steven ... at last she was not sinning with a horrid stranger.
She pulled Steven gently over on her, feeling his white curly hair tickle the soft double domes of her breasts as they both fell back on the couch. The leather beneath her felt good and smooth to her burning flesh.
"Darling, come," she said, taking his head in her two hands. She stuck out her little pointed tongue and let it slide over his mouth. "Darling," she said. "Do this to me ... down there...." she poked her tongue into his mouth exactly as though it were a wet pussy. She felt his cock twitch against her leg. Slowly, he maneuvered himself down to her widespread legs. He pushed his whole face into her crotch, letting all of her juices wet his distinguished features.
Now, his nose, eyes and both his cheeks were wet with the sweet, woman smelling fluid oozing from her cunt. He felt as though he wanted to breathe her into him. He continued to move his face back and forth between her legs, parting her fleshy vaginal lips with each movement ... his nose nudging her clitoris, making it stand up in the warm wetness of her fleshy confines.
Paula moaned and called his name, pushing his face harder and harder into her waiting crevice. He began to lick her smoothly then, with the flat of his tongue, feeling each tiny mound of her delicious cunt beneath his adoring tongue. She could feel the swelling up inside her that would lead to an orgasm ... his tongue and mouth worked away at her and she could hear the obscene, wet sucking sounds of his panting and love-making.
"No, darling ... come, enter me ... I want to cum with you inside me. That's the way I want it!" She pulled his head away from her flooded loins. His face gleamed with her genital juices.
She folded her trembling legs around his back, and putting her hand between his leg, guided his cock to the waiting entrance of her hungrily throbbing vagina. Steven moaned and began to push down on her ... she felt his penis losing girth in her hand as he pushed, but she held onto it tighter, hoping that the increased pressure would raise its size again.
It remained large, but with no real hardness ... she squirmed under him, and pushed the drooping member into her warm excited opening. It went halfway in ... and she could feel Steven pushing more to get deeper inside her. He was sweating profusely now, and his chest weighed heavily on her torso.
Paula reached down further and grabbed hold of his swaying testicles and gently began to massage them ... but it was to no avail ... at the next involuntary contraction of her straining loins, the deflated cock slipped maddeningly from her squirming cunt.
"Oh darling ... no," she cried, when she realized that it was just not going to happen.
All her careful plans gone to waste ... all of her hopes for the future dashed ... Steven lay quietly beside her, one arm draped heavily over her still trembling body ... one leg still between her smooth, softly formed thighs ... He let out a long and torturous sigh, and Paula thought she could hear him sobbing softly beside her.
"Forgive me ... forgive me, my darling...." he said quietly.
Paula reached her arms around him and once more grabbed hold of his soft, deflated penis. Slowly, she began to stroke it, hoping to bring it back to life.
"Let me kiss it again," she said gently.
Steven sat up and turned toward her as she shifted herself down on the couch so that her mouth was once more facing his groin. Slowly she sucked the limp wet prick into her mouth with a soft wooshing noise. She nipped gently with her teeth on the rubbery tip, tasting its natural flavors in her saliva-filled mouth. Then she sucked harder and harder, forming a vacuum with her lips.
Steven moaned above her. It felt wonderful to him ... but still his penis would not rise. She held onto it with both hands, moistened by her saliva, and let her fingers work it up and down while keeping it within the confines of her full, red lips.
She worked and worked and suddenly she felt a weak spurt of liquid in her mouth and the familiar pungency of cum. She heard Steven moan and call out her name mournfully and she knew he had cum ... without ever stiffening ... for the first and certainly the last time that evening.
She swallowed the thick, warm liquid and resting her head on his thigh, allowed the now shriveled penis to remain a while in her mouth. An overwhelming sadness enveloped her as she once more heard the words.
"Forgive me, my darling ... for being so ... old."
His voice cracked ... he had wanted so badly to satisfy her.
"If only I were ten years younger ... oh, my darling ... if I were a young man ... what a working over I would give you ... I would never turn you loose!"
Paula sat up and put her arms about him. She knew she could never tell him now ... about her hideous indiscretions ... she could not destroy him that way ... not after this miserable failure.
"Oh, Steven," she cried, "believe me ... you please me more than any young man could ... much more ... there will be other times, my love ... you know that. Please ... don't be sad ... I'm happy just to be with you ... and to give you pleasure when I can."
Steven, somewhat reassured, smiled almost timidly at her, thinking how deep his love for her was. He hugged her closer to him, hoping that next time he would be able to do better.
Paula's mind began to whirl again as she realized that she was still right where she bad started; in the most nightmarish predicament she could imagine. She had no idea how to escape her lewd, vicious tormentors.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following afternoon, Paula paced nervously in? her bedroom, desperately trying to figure out a solution to her problem. Last night had been such a miserable failure ... it would kill Steven if he knew now. There had to be a better way of his, finding out ... she could not go on the way she had for the past few weeks.
The ominous sound of the telephone reached her. ears and a tight knot formed in the pit on her stomach. She rushed to pick up the receiver before either Helen or Sue could reach it.
"Hello, Mrs. Kirk." The voice began, "or may' I call you Paula?" The ugly laughter that followed' assured Paula that it was indeed Phill Sullivan. "I've been thinking about our little arrangement," He continued. "And I think we can arrange for you to work off the rest of your debt this afternoon." Paula's thoughts flashed to the lurid photographs of herself and Andy that Sullivan had in his possession. She had to do anything he asked ... those photographs had to be destroyed before they destroyed Steven. Sullivan's raspy voice invaded her thoughts.
"Now listen carefully, Mrs. Kirk. I'm only going to say this once. You are to do exactly as I say ... if you alter any of my instructions even slightly, you may jeopardize your chances of getting all the photographs back. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sullivan, I understand." She said. "I understand perfectly."
"Good! First a package will arrive for you shortly by messenger. It has been paid for, you must merely sign for it. In it are the clothes you are to wear today. Wear everything in the box and only what is in the box. You will then meet me at 47th Street and Myrtle in the city at one o'clock this afternoon ... and be sure you are not late. I am a very busy man and my time is most important. Good-bye, Mrs. Kirk.
The phone clicked on the other end and Paula knew she had been cut off. When she hung up the receiver, she was shocked to find that she was covered with perspiration. As she ran into the bathroom to wash herself off, the front doorbell rang. She ran out of the bedroom to the landing.
"Don't bother, Helen, I'll get it ." She yelled as she dashed down the stairs to the main hall. "It's just a package I've been expecting!"
She yanked open the front door with such a force that the delivery man was taken by surprise and almost dropped the small parcel he was holding.
"I got a package for Mrs. S. Kirk. That you, Lady?'"
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Kirk."
"Okay, sign here." Paula's hands shook so fiercely she was barely able to sign the receipt slip. When she returned upstairs, she slammed the door behind her and threw the package down on the bed. She ripped off the brown paper it was covered in, and read on the box ... Dominicks of Hollywood. Paula had seen ads for the shop in movie magazines at the beauty parlor. They specialized in lewd erotic clothing for women. She had always wondered what kind of woman had patronized the store ... now she knew.
She glanced at the clock out of the corner of her eye. It was 10:30. She had to hurry if she was going to make the city by one. The drive to the train station was a long one and she still had to shower and change into whatever was in that box. She ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Afterwards she powdered her long sleek body and brushed her golden hair, letting it hang down to her shoulders. She lifted off the top of the box and found a note. The panties are to be worn over the garter belt.
Lifting up the tissue paper, she found a pair of long black net stockings and a black lace garter belt. She slipped her smooth, tapered legs into them and attached the garter belt around her hips and fastened the garters to the stockings. She looked up from where she was sitting at her dressing table and her reflection came back at her from the full-length mirror on the wall. She stood up and admired herself in the glass. The firm whiteness of her body stood out in sharp contrast to the black garments. And her golden blonde pubic hair stood out strangely like a star in a black sky.
She went over to the box and took out the black panties. When she had them on. she gasped ... there was no crotch ... it had been cut out and the opening was trimmed with lace. She reached in the box for the bra ... it too was black lace and like the panties, it also had holes in improper places. When she fastened it behind her back, her two proud nipples jutted out nakedly in front of her, surrounded by the black frills. She stood in front of the mirror and gazed in wonder at the image she presented. Her full voluptuous body otted against the jet black of the lewd outfit she was wearing caused a surge of obscene excitement deep in her belly. For a brief moment, she forgot the vile reason for which these clothes had been sent.
Paula snapped back to reality and went to the box for the rest of the outfit. She found a pair of extremely high heels which she had no trouble slipping on. She was amazed at the accuracy of Phill Sullivan's size choices. At the bottom of the box was a dress. She took it out and slipped it on over her head. It was a tight fitting black sheath mini-dress that hugged her in all the right places. The neckline was cut in a wide V that barely covered her breasts and the hem line barely covered her upper thighs.
Paula knew she could not let Helen and Sue see her dressed like this. She went to her closet and pulled out a lightweight raincoat to throw over her shamefully clad body. Suddenly, she realized she could not leave like this without an explanation. She sat down at her writing table and left a note for her husband.
"Dear Steven. I have gone to the city for the day. I will be having dinner with an old girlfriend from high school ... don't wait up for me. Love, Paula."
She slipped the note into one of her monogrammed envelopes and sealed it. Seeing the empty box lying on the bed, she hid it in the back of her closet until she could dispose of it later. In the closet, she noticed the hatbox she used for overnight trips and decided to pack a change of clothes to come home in. She went to the wall inter-com and pressed the button that would connect her with Sue in the kitchen.
"Sue," She called.
"Yes, m'am?"
"Sue, I won't be home for dinner tonight ... just prepare something for Mr. Kirk."
"Shall I save something for you to have later, Mrs. Kirk?"
"No, thank you, Sue. I'll be eating in the city." Paula hung up in disgust with herself. She hated all this lying ... this cheap deception ... and for what? To satisfy the depraved desires of a sex-crazed madman. God, she hoped it wouldn't last long!
When Paula arrived in the city, it was almost a quarter to one. She took a cab to 48th Street and walked down the block to where she was to meet Sullivan. It was a tawdry section of town that she usually avoided. But now, she had no choice. She stood on the corner and looked for Sullivan's car. Traffic was heavy and Paula had never realized how many of the cars looked so much a-like before. She crouched down slightly so she could see the driver's faces. She didn't want to have to stand on his corner any longer than was necessary.
The minutes dragged by and still she saw no sign of Phil Sullivan. She was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable as she stood on the busy comer. Most of the men who passed by her stared long and hard ... a few made lewd remarks. A constant stream of cheap looking women passed by her, seeming to check her out. It took a while before Paula realized that Sullivan had her waiting on a street full of prostitutes.
"My God," she thought. "He's even managed to degrade me in public!" She blushed a crimson color and tried to avert her eyes from the steady stream of passers by, wishing she had brought a pair of sunglasses. Suddenly, a man came up to her and touched her arm. Paula pumped and spun around. It was Phil Sullivan.
"Well, how nice to see you again, Mrs. Kirk. So sorry you had to wait so long, but I was busy with the preparations for our afternoon together." He slipped his arm into hers and led her down the street.
"Come, my dear," he said in the sarcastic voice he always used with her. "Our hotel is just around the comer."
Paula walked along with him silently ... her mind in a daze. She was barely conscious of the stares she was getting on the street and did not remember even entering the hotel lobby. Somehow they were on the 10th floor and Sullivan was opening the door to IOC. Paula could hear the sound of masculine voices in the room.
He led her in and had her sit in a chair next to the bed. Paula could not lift her eyes to face the other men in the room. She was humiliated beyond belief that he would drag her into a room filled with other men.
"Well, Sullivan," a familiar voice said. "I didn't know you were such a stud. Imagine! Seducing little Mrs. High and Mighty. Well, I suppose poor old Steven just couldn't get it up enough!" The men let out with a raucous laughter ... Paula couldn't believe her ears. It couldn't be ... it just couldn't be. She lifted her eyes to see who had been speaking ... tears streamed down her cheeks as she first recognized Hugh Simms and next to him was sitting Don Wilson. Both men owned important businesses in town and were old "friends" and associates of her husband.
"Nice day, isn't it?" laughed Don. "Don't you worry, honey. We'll show you a good time, won't we, men?" They all joined in a good laugh.
Paula could not believe that Sullivan had the nerve to bring her here ... in the presence of her husband's friends. It was just too much to bear. Her hands gripped the edge of the chair ... white showing at the knuckles, as she prepared to leap up at any moment to try and make an escape. But Sullivan came over to her and pulled off her raincoat, tossing it on the floor.
"Mmmmm, nice fit." He said, his eyes appraising her appearance in the tight, clinging dress he had ordered her to wear.
The other men nodded and murmured their approval, making obscene sounds with their mouths and uttering long low whistles as they looked her up and down.
Paula sat silently in the chair. The humiliation was just too great. She had never dreamed Sullivan would be this crude. Don Wilson brought her a large drink. She took it without raising her eyes to him, she was so ashamed. There was a young girl sitting across from her. leaning on the window sill. Paula had not noticed her before ... but now. she saw that she was staring at her rather curiously. She wondered if the girl was in the same kind of predicament, or if she was just one of the men's girl friends.
The men were still laughing and talking and cracking jokes, enjoying their liquor. She saw Hugh Simms sit next to the slightly built young girl and heard him call her Alma. She was dressed casually in a pair of loose flowing slacks and a long sleeved silk blouse ... she seemed to be very much at ease.
Paula drank some of the rye in her glass ... it disgusted her, but she needed something to steady her nerves. She overheard Alma saying.
"Sure, Hugh, anything you say ... why not? It wouldn't be the first time ... for me, anyway!"
Paula caught them looking at her, her lips curled in the beginnings of a smile.
"Besides," ' Alma continued their conversation, "she's kind of pretty ... I wonder." Her voice trailed off. Hugh jumped up from their seat elated. He called over to Sullivan who was talking with Don in the other corner of the room.
"Hey, Sullivan ... it's all set ... come on over here!"
Paula was confused, but she knew that something awful was about to hapen. She flinched at the sound of Phil Sullivan's name ... and as he approached, she hungrily took another long gulp of her drink.
"Well, Sullivan spurted, rocking his heavy form back and forth on his heels. "Paula, I have a little task for you ... you're going to give us a show. I think you might even enjoy it ... a little exhibition with Alma here!" He sat next to the small dark girl on the sofa and put his arms about her. She seemed to have no reaction at all to his advances ... but she did not pull away.
"No...!" Paula said, understanding beginning to dawn on her. "Sullivan, no ... I won't do that ... I just can't ... it's ... it's...." Words failed her.
"What do you care what it is, Mrs. Kirk? What do you care as long as you get what you want ... remember? I've got something you need!" He tapped his breast pocket knowingly. "And as f or Alma," he continued, "don't worry about her". . she's getting paid for it, too ... very well. Right, Alma?" He asked, facing the impassive girl who continued to stare at Paula.
Alma stood and slowly ambled toward Paula. She perched on the arm of the chair and began to caress Paula's hair. There were tears in Paula's eyes. Would there be no end to the list of perversions required of her? Alma bent over closer to Paula's face and asked her if she would like another drink.
"Yes, please...!" Paula sobbed and the girl went away for a moment, returning with a martini.
"I always like martinis at times like these." Alma smiled. Paula took it from her and drank. It was pure gin. The room began to get a little blurry and Paula could no longer see the hideous faces of her tormentors, quite as well as before. The men were now -lined up on the couch across from the two women where they had a good view of what was going on. It was a welcome relief that she could no longer focus on them so well. She took another sip of the strong drink.
"That's right." Alma said perching again on the chair next to Paula. Paula thought again of making a run for the door ... perhaps she could just leave town ... go far away where no one would ever find her. But even as the thought began in her mind she knew that she couldn't do that. She would never be free again from her own self, and the memory of what she had done to Steven.
"All right," ' she finally said, her voice trembling. Her hand shook, almost spilling the remaining gin in her glass. "All right, what is it you want? What do I have to do?"
"That's my girl!" Bellowed Sullivan. He had never doubted for a moment that she would do anything he asked. "Now get up and take off that dress. I want to see the pretty underwear I got you!" Alma, help her out of those things ...!"
Paula stood up unsteadily and hesitated for a moment. Then she felt Alma's hands undoing the back of her dress. She felt the zipper go down, and suddenly the dress was on the floor at her feet. Tears began to stream down her cheeks once again. She was being undressed by a common prostitute. And there was Phil Sullivan savoring every moment along with two of her husband's closest business colleagues. She could not think of a more hideous situation ... especially now that her dress was off, and the obscene underclothes she had been forced to wear were visible to them all.
Alma gave an appreciative chuckle when she saw the bra which left Paula's globular breasts sticking out for all the world to see.
"Bravo!" called Sullivan at the sight of his purchases on such an excellent model. The other men muttered gross sounds indicating their approval at the sight of Paula's beautiful body exposed to them thusly. Her hard little nipples stood out stiffly at the exposure to the air ... and the delicate curls of the soft wisp of hair showed clearly between her fully rounded thighs, pokings out from the barely covering split material of the black nylon panties. Paula felt herself getting dizzy, and steadied herself against a nearby table.
"I can't!" she cried. "I just can't!' But then, she felt Alma's hands curve around her breasts, clinging to the full contours, the nimble fingers caught onto her protruding nipples.
Paula shivered at the touch of the woman's hands. She wanted to cry out again, but she knew that no one was paying any attention to her protests.
"Wow!" Sullivan said, as Hugh and Don grunted their approval.
Alma began a light massage on Paula's nipples and whispered to her.
"What pretty breasts you have, sweetie...." Paula bit her lips until they were colorless. She knew she would have to go through with it.
"Okay, Alma...." Sullivan called. "Let's have a little more action over there ... you can do better than that...." A growl had crept into his voice as he grew more and more excited by the spectacle of the two girls in front of him. Paula's figure was of a perfection the men sitting there had rarely seen. Her breasts were smooth and delicate in color, the softly rounded shapes of them balancing out from her slim torso created a delightful con trast. Her waist was small, almost tiny, sloping gradually out to the full blown hips.
A tiny line of down hair ran from her navel to the top of her black panties where it plunged to the top of the triangular V of her exposed sex mound. Exquisitely shaped legs bulged beneath the black garter belt, set off by the mesh of the stockings Sullivan had sent to her.
Phil Sullivan thought, while looking a her, that she was just made to be subjected to every form of lewd behavior known to him. He thought back on his previous plunder of her body and lust crept under his skin, making his huge member hard at the thought.
He sat, smugly congratulating himself on getting Paula just exactly where he wanted her. He would make her his slave, he thought and he would even make her like being one before he was done with her.
Alma guided Paula gently to the big double bed that took up so much of the room. As Paula turned around, the men whistled as the ample white mounds of her behind juggled nakedly as she walked, jutting forth from the parted material of the almost non-existent panties. She was unsteady on the high heels, and the whole scene now seemed a blur to her. The liquor she had consumed raced through her system, playing havoc with her senses ... making her tremble all over.
"Fabulous!'" cried Sullivan. "Go ahead, Alma ... go ahead!" He ordered impatiently.
Alma first ran her soft hands over Paula's soft, round buttocks, feeling the satiny skin of which Paula was once so proud.
"What a prize!" Alma exclaimed, looking over at the men on the couch, standing beside Paula at the edge of the bed still fully dressed, casually patting Paula's contours.
"Yes...." Sullivan called out. "Don't you wish you could really do it to her?"
All the men guffawed and Paula wept with shame ... the idea of a lesbian coming near her made her skin crawl. And here she was being touched by one. Alma reached out and grabbed her breasts in both her hands, placing her small body squarely in front of her shapely trembling form. She stared Paula directly in the eyes with that same, curious glint.
"Don't worry, fellas," she said. "I'll make out all right!" She began to gently push Paula down on the bed behind her...."And you, my sweet," she said...."Don't fret so ... it's not as though you were going to be screwed by one of those dirty apes with their hard pricks ... it's just me, Alma ... why before you know it...."
Paula fell back on the bed and began to sob ... "no ... no...." The sound of Alma's purring whisper was making her ill. She did not want to be so close to such a creature. With that, Alma's voice became hard, and kneeling on the floor by the bed, she directed.
"Spread those legs, sweetie ... wider!" She took Paula's legs and began to spread them apart. "Come on ... I want to see what I'm getting in to ... and I'm sure everyone else wants to see too!"
"Yesa...!" sneered Sullivan. "Spread 'em for us, Alma ... she's got the best little pussy this side of heaven ... I ought to know ... right Paula?"
As Paula tried to resist her legs being spread ... Alma grew impatient and yanked them apart fiercely.
"Oh, don't!" Paula cried out in pain and humiliation at the sudden exposure of her naked loins.
"I may not look strong.'" Alma warned her, "but don't be fooled by appearances."
Paula lay flat on the bed, her legs stretched wide. Her pink vaginal lips showing brightly in the patch of her soft cuntal hairs. Alma stood up, looking down at Paula's exposed tender flesh, allowing the men on the couch to get a good view.
"Soon, that little pussy's going to be begging me for it," ' she announced proudly. She knelt down once more and removed Paula's heels ... then undoing her garter belt, released the black stockings, tossing them over in the direction of her audience.
"These things are just going to be in my way," she said. She pulled down the split center panties hastily and pouncing on top of Paula, undid her bra.
At the feel of the woman's frame on her, Paula knew that she had never known such shame. This woman was going to do with her what she wished. Alma was still fully clothed and by now Paula was stripped naked. Her skin seemed to burn at the contact of her bare flesh with the material of Alma's clothes ... but Alma was moving all the time.
She did not stay in one place long ... she knelt on the bed between Paula's widespread legs and deftly ran two fingers along the inside of her vagina ... one on either side of the delicate jutting mound of her clitoris.
"Ooooohhh...," Paula moaned, trying to twist her body away. The touch of the other woman's fingers on there tender secret parts was offensive to her, but Alma would not allow her to escape her probing hand. She forced Paula to lie flat again, and began a light flicking motion with her two fingers on Paula's unprotected clitoris.
At first, Paula tried to thrash about, but then she felt a wooziness coming over her and she began to realize that there was nothing she could do. She might as well try to get it over with as soon as possible.
Alma sensed the new attitude in Paula ... and said, never ceasing her relentless finger touching:
"Yes, honey, relax and enjoy it ... you'll be a good lay, won't you?" She continued playing with Paula's naked vagina, now alternating with a circular motion in the crimson folds. She could feel moisture seeping up from Paula's cunt, as in spite of herself, she was becoming aroused at the warm touching and sliding ... the gentle pressure never seemed to change ... the steady building of soft sensations ... Alma shifted and without removing her hand, began to undo her own clothes. Soon, she too was naked ... She had a small compact body with slim hips and small pert breasts and moved in a boyish, matter-of-fact fashion.
The men on the couch had drawn their seat nearer by this time so as not to miss a second of the action. They had grown strangely silent now, as the show began to get more serious and they became more and more excited by the lesbian spectacle.
Paula had kept her eyes tightly closed and she did not know that Alma had undressed until she felt the touch of the girl's tiny pointed breasts on her-thighs. Alma pushed herself up between Paula's legs and brushed her breasts against her tender inner legs by moving her body slowly from side to side. As she did so, she began to massage the moistened crevice of Paula's pussy with both her hands, gliding up and down on her moistened loins.
"Ooooohhh ... ," Paula moaned. She no longer knew where she was or what was happening to her ... all she knew the sensation of what was being done to her body. One last remnant of her guilt rose in her but then Alma plunged her busy fingers into the wet opening of Paula's slowly surrendering cunt.
Even though she was already wet with the illicit thrills caused by Alma's expert hands, her inner muscles were still tightly contracted so that with the first plunge of the invading fingers, Paula uttered a small cry of pain. But the pain abruptly abated as Alma began an insistent in and out motion, causing small sucking noises as she did so. Her other hand went under Paula's buttocks and slowly manipulated the lush cushions while her serpent-like tongue found the gentle indentation of Paula's navel and performed a sensuous circular dance within its delicious confines.
"Mmmmm...." said Alma, loud enough for the panting men to hear. "How nice you feel inside ... just right for some nice hard prick ... just right for my hand...." So saying, she added another finger to Paula's hot, pliant flesh, plunging up through the opening into the softness of her helplessly pulsating muscles.
Paula arched her back at the pressure being forced within her. A seeping pleasure began to un fold deep in her suddenly quivering belly. To her bewildered and tormented mind, it almost seemed to stem from the very idea that she was being taken advantage of in this way ... being forced to do these dreadful things. She began to get excited at the image of herself helpless beneath this horrid girl, nothing but an object for the delight of her evil tormentors.
"Now, that's more like it, honey!" Paula cooed down at her tightly clenched teeth, feeling Paula's hips jerking beneath her. "I thought that would get to you after a little while. It didn't take too long, did it? I bet you never thought a sweet little housewife like you would go for my type, did you?" Alma's voice was low and tense, her words accented by the effort of her actions and her own excitement.
"She's getting nice and hot for you now...." Alma called out to the men. "Nice and hot ... she'll be ready to fuck any minute now!"
Paula let out a helpless moan ... it was getting to be too much for her. She could barely control herself. She felt the eyes of Phil Sullivan and her husband's friends on her. They were seeing all of this ... even now when she was shamelessly undulating her naked body with longing ... they were seeing her! Then, suddenly, without warning, she no longer cared that they were seeing it all ... she was no longer herself ... she felt there was nothing more to her but an animal lusting and she had to give way to it!
Delightful spasms began to rack her body as she bucked and tossed beneath the steady hand ... the hand that seemed a part of her insides by now, so closely did it mold to the screaming contours of her aching vagina. Her legs kicked out wide and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rolling hips. The feel of Alma's tongue on her stomach was almost driving her mad!
The men were now standing around the bed, fascinated by the lewd unbelievable scene taking place before them.
"Good God...." Phil exclaimed. "What a hot little pussy we've got here, eh!" Paula heard the obscene words, but they only served to increase her desire now. She felt floods of moisture seeping from between her legs and suddenly Alma's tongue was moving along her stomach ... down ... down further to the unbearable tension of her taut, pointed clitoris, sticking out almost begging to be touched. Her lips clamped around it, sucking it softly as her hand plunged in and out ... around and up in Paula's streaming passage.
Paula was no longer conscious of anything other than her own needs now. She let out a low growl ... her head tossed from side to side ... her hands went down to Alma's curly dark head and held it ... held it as Alma continued to lap at her steadily flowing juices ... to tantalize her demanding loins.
Alma's other hand found the opening between Paula's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectum. She wormed it in as far as it would go ... and this coupled with the other extreme sensations Paula was being subjected to added an unexpected heightening of the already unbearable tingling coursing through her body.
Then Alma lifted her head from its position at the burning center of Paula's thighs and pulled herself up so that her face was level with Paula's quivering breasts. Still working her hands in the two straining orifices, she managed to double Paula's body so that she could mouth her squirming victim's rosy-tinged nipples.
"This is the end of me," Paula moaned to herself. "I'll never-be the same again." She felt the growing sensual delight in her loins and knew that there was nothing more in the world for her. She must have this exquisite joy. She felt as though tiny sparks were leaping from her nipples which were under attack by the kneading, sucking mouth of this perverted female. The sparks flew to her inermost parts ... her womb ... her quivering genitals ... her puckering anus. She began to relish every stroke ... every touch. She was a bundle of craving desires.
Soon, her entire body felt as though it was rising up and up ... she was soaring like a rocket, gathering momentum all the time. She could hear Alma talking and she could hear the excited voices of the men watching the lurid performance ... but she could not make out what they were saying ... she was in a different world all of her own. Their ugliness could not touch her. She was a wildly shooting star and soon there would be an impact and the explosion.
The sound of her own wailing voice reached her ears as though coming from a great distance. She was scarcely aware of her flailing arms and legs ... her rolling, tossing body arching and contracting beneath the young girl who seemed to ride with her like a jockey on a spirited horse. There was no more shame ... only the glorious moment that went on and on, surging through every particle of her being....
"Oooohhh ... aaagghhh...." she moaned as relief and joy spread from her loins to the tips of her fingers ... the curled tips of her toes. It went on for so long that the onlookers could not believe their eyes. Alma panted and held on to maintain her pleasure giving manipulations.
Phil Sullivan was rubbing his rigid cock. His face was red and his breathing came in heavy gasps. He was consumed with a churning jealousy. He had never seen anything like this in his life. Certainly he had not been able to provoke such a reaction in Paula. He wanted to make her go through the same ecstasy of wild abandon ... it must he his cock that made her lose all control!
Finally, Paula lay quietly on the bed, exhausted and only semi-conscious. Tremors continued to race over her spent body. Her hair clung to her head in close ringlets. Slowly, Alma separated her own perspiration soaked body from Paula's.
"Okay, fellas," she said, still breathless. "I got her just where you want her. She ought to go for just about anything now ... give her a few minutes anyway...."
The men were scarcely paying attention to Alma's words. They continued to stare down at the perfection of Paula's lust-worn body spread-eagled on the rumpled bed. Each one had an image in his mind of what he would do to her. Alma quietly finished dressing and at a nod from Sullivan, left the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"And now that you're warmed up, Mrs. Kirk, let's put that hot little pussy to some good use!" Phi looked down at the bed where Paula lay moaning in the exquisite pleasure she had just experienced with Alma. "You guys give me a hand."
Hugh and Don stood on either side of the bed.
"Turn her over," Phil directed. "I want to make sure that Miss High and Mighty has learned her lesson."
Paula offered no resistance as both men flipped her over onto her stomach. She was barely conscious of what was being said.
"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmm...."
"I'm sorry, my dear," said Phil. "But Alma's all through for now. It's Phil's turn!" He brought his hand high into the air and down as hard as he could across the soft white mounds of her upraised buttocks, leaving one huge red handprint seared into her flesh.
Aaaaaggghhh!" she screamed.
"Now, you little bitch, you're going to beg me for some good cock. I told you, you were going to have to work harder for your reward the next time. Well, my dear, this is the next time and you are going to have to work hard to please me ... very hard!" His hand flew up once more and again the force of his blow sent a scream from Paula.
"Aaaagghh!" Paula turned her head to the side and tried to reason with Phil. "Please ... Mr. Sullivan, please. I've done everything you asked me to do ... aaggghhh!"
His hand started a relentless windmill motion on her soft flesh. He battered against her skin again and again. Paula screamed louder and louder until Hugh covered her face with a pillow to muffle her yells. She fought to free herself but she could not overcome the strength of two men holding her. Her body writhed again and again under the vicious attack Phil was raining down on her buttocks.
"Tell me what you want Phil to do to you," he asked, leering at the helpless figure beneath him. "Tell Phil how much you want his hard cock inside you!'"
Paula tried to speak under the stifling pressure of the pillow. "Mmmmpphh...." she gagged. Hugh lifted the pillow off her face which was by now flushed a bright red with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please ... no more ... please, you're hurting me so much ... please stop!""
Phil hit her again. "You know how to stop me, baby. Beg me for it!"
"Yes, Phil,'" she cried. "Yes ... please ... anything you want ... fuck me ... take me any way you want ... I don't care ... just stop ... please ... stop!"
Phil smiled in triumph at the two men on either side of Paula. "You see," he started," ' she learns her lessons very well!"
Paula lay on the bed sobbing while Phil slowly pulled off his clothes and threw them on the chair, Don and Hugh reached under her limp body, each grabbing onto one of her large breasts and began kneading them with hard twisting motions. Paula lay moaning beneath them, her mind in a daze ... her soft white body an open invitation to their lustful desires.
Phil was now completely naked. He climbed on the bed behind her and spread her legs with his rough hands.
"And now, my dear, I'm going to fill that tight little pussy of yours!"" Paula clenched her teeth! in anticipation of the painful thrust she knew he would subject her to. Phil ran his hands down the length of her body. She shivered at his obscene touch as she remembered the torture he had already put her through just a few nights ago.
Hugh and Don laughed lewdly at the thought of seeing this little number actually getting it from Sullivan ... and soon it would be their turns to get into her!
"I don't think you'll have to hold her down any longer," Phil spoke. "She knows what she has to do.!"
Both men released their grip on her and stepped back to get a better view of what was about to take place. Phil let his body drop on top of hers and Paula felt her breath force it way out of her lungs.
"Oooomppphhh!'" she grunted. A muffled groan escaped her lips as she felt the pressure of his rock-hard prick stab against the tender, wet in-, her flesh of her thighs.
"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his stale breath blowing into her face. Paula's mind was slow to react, but Phil had no patience with her. He grabbed the flesh behind her knees and shoved it up toward her belly.
"Perhaps you need another lesson in obedience!" he threatened.
"No ... please ... I'll do what you say!'" Paula pleaded.
He gazed down at the twin white mounds of her soft, quivering buttocks pointing straight up at i him. His eyes burned with the hot desire welling up inside him. His balls tingled and ached and he had to control himself not to fuck her at that very moment. But now that he had broken her will by force again, he was after something else. She was going to want him to fuck her whether she liked it or not.
He ran his hands slowly and caressingly down the entire length of her smooth skinned back. He massaged her hips and buttocks gently for long minutes until he could feel her easing up the tension that had built up in her. His eyes watched a small amount of moisture form at the soft crevice in between her thighs as the pain eased off and she fell gently into the rhythm of the soothing touch of his hands.
Sullivan lowered his head until he was just a j few inches from the soft warmth of her pussy. He pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart with his thumbs until he was afforded a perfect view of! her soft inner flesh. He took deep breathes and blew out the air gently. The moist ringlets of hair surrounding her vagina rustled in the breeze he was creating and the cooling air rushing inside her made Paula groan in helpless, unwanted delight.
Phil knew he had won his battle as the cheeks of her buttocks slowly relaxed. He pulled them as far apart as they would go until he could see her entire crevice open and ready before his eyes. He raised his head slowly and pressed his face into her, opening his mouth when he reached the wetness of her cunt. He held firmly around the legs and with one quick movement, thrust the full length of his tongue deep into the fleshy confines of her vaginal canal.
Paula gasped at the unexpected entry into her soft secret passage and jerked forward with the first spasm of pleasure that coursed through her body. Then, she pushed back to meet the warmth of his mouth. Her vaginal lips closed around his searching tongue with every push forward he made, and her gasps of pleasure came out louder and louder.
"Aaaaaagggghhh ... oooohhhh...." she moaned, completely out of control now. Her leg muscles contracted around the sides of his face as he licked at her with animal-like lust until she thought she would go crazy.
Sullivan stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue to between her exposed buttocks to the base of her spine. He knelt up behind her and Paula quivered as she could feel the hardness of the swollen head of his cock press into the split between her widespread thighs.
"You gonna screw her now, Phil?" Hugh asked, his eyes glinting.
"Yes, he's gonna fuck her good!" said Don, fin gering his hardened cock. "And man, she's really ready for it!"
Phil paused at the entrance of her pussy. He could feel its warmth on the bulbous head of his cock ... its tiny contractions tickling his tight stretched skin. It felt almost like a small animal breathing against his blood-gorged member. The smoothness of her waving buttocks brushed against his now taut belly and he could feel each gentle mound taking up its place against his flesh ... and his cock was ready ... ready to plunge into the heat of her loins.
He adjusted his large paw-like hands around her tremulous backside, and by pulling up slightly, was able to lift her entire rear end, legs and all into the air. He let his prick slide deliciously along her parted vaginal lips, hearing her gasp as he did so ... then, letting it slide back again, he once more paused at the moist, ready entrance to her vagina.
His cock jerked hungrily at the opening to this tasty morsel. He could feel more and more moisture seeping from his victim's parted legs. A tiny drop of his own seminal fluid could be felt forcing its way to the opening in his round leathery penis. Now! he said to himself.
Thrusting his hips forward, his huge cock entered her vagina ... the lips parting smoothly to allow for its entrance. He felt his prick surrounded by the tight softness of her vaginal walls. It was warm and slippery in there as Paula controlled her muscles, letting the prick glide deeper and deeper into her soft unresisting flesh until it finally touched the tip of her cervix.
"Oooohhh ... God!'" she cried at the incredible feel of the smooth leathery head touching her sensitive parts.
She shivered and quaked as Phil began a steady and slow pushing into her. The friction built along the walls of her cunt ... until suddenly, Sullivan pulled out of her, then his lust-filled cock penetrated her again to the hilt. He rammed her harder and harder.
"Remember this prick, Mrs. Kirk," he grunted ... "this is the prick to remember ... This is the one you're going to be getting a lot of!"
The loathesome words kindled in Paula a spark of something she could not at first define. She thought to herself.
"Yes, I deserve this ... all of it...." Then the burning cock deep in her loins gathered momentum and she began to writhe in pleasure, the perverse pleasure she felt at being totally at the mercy of this wicked man.
Phil Sullivan's enormous cock churned within her and she felt an overwhelming surge of lust at the image of herself pressed under her lascivious tormentor. It was pure salacious and obscene pleasure mounting steadily at each touch of Phil's throbbing penis scraping and rubbing at her cervix.
It came suddenly and with astounding force. As she felt Phil stiffen and give way to his own tumultuous climax, letting go of his spurting sperm with a low rutting grunt, Paula moaned, wallowing in abandoned ecstasy ... her eyes tightly closed ... tiny white lights sparking all around the blackness in her head. Her wild desire had been satisfied by the thick cudgel of Phil Sullivan's flailing rod of flesh.
But her shame and humiliation were not over as they came flowing back into her mind with her consciousness. Don and Hugh were standing there, eager to take their turns now that Phil had withdrawn his limp penis from Paula's spent loin's ... She would get no mercy from either of them and she would have to live through the horror of it all ... and take those moments back with her-forever to remember....
CHAPTER NINE
Paula was sick and tired-fed up with the whole dirty mess. There was no longer any need for her to think that she could get out of her situation honorably. She was nothing but a bundle of nerves. How had this whole think ever started anyway? She had never before dreamed of the existence in the world of repulsive characters like Phil Sullivan ... and now she was deeply involved with him.
It took her several days to recuperate from the encounter in the hotel. Even though her body had healed, she still felt ugly and dirty. She had moments when she almost wanted to destroy the voluptuous body that continued to inspire her attackers to scenes of such lustful degrading depravity.
She realized finally that Phil Sullivan must be destroyed ... at any cost. And even if it meant destroying herself. She had cast about in her mind so many times for an answer ... any answer ... and now, she thought she had one.
She knew that Steven had power enough in town to destroy Phil. Well, she would see to it that juat that very thing happened. She decided to arrange it so that Steven would catch them together in the midst of one of the evil scenes he was so fond of organizing. It was just too bad that she would also be ruined. Any hopes of a future happy life with Steven would be shattered. But the way she felt, it seemed as though she deserved punishment ... even as great a punishment as that for her adulterous sins.
She set the wheels of her plain into action. First, she went downstairs and informed Helen and Sue that they could both have the following day off as she wanted some time to be alone in the house. Both women had worked extra days since Paula's "illnesses" began a few weeks ago and were mote than happy to have the day off. Then she managed to get Phil Sullivan on the telephone in the executive offices of his stores-something she had never done before.
"Well, Mrs. Kirk," she heard Phil saying, "how nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?'"
Paula hesitated ... but only for the briefest second.
"Phil, I just called to apologize for the way I've been acting ... I realized now that you were right all along." She almost gagged on the words, but she knew she would have to sound convincing. He must not suspect her real motives of the call. "I thought I might be able to make it up to you in some small way. Perhaps you would like to come over to the house for ... Tea' tomorrow?"
Phil was silent for a minute. "Just for the three of us?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh no," Paula answered. "Steven will be out of town over the weekend, and the servants have the day off tomorrow. It will be just the two of us. Now that we understand each other, I thought we could get better aquainted."
"That sounds just fine!" Phil answered in triumph.
"Good ... shall we say around three o'clock?"
"Three o'clock it is!"
"Until then," Paula whispered provocatively. "Good-bye ... Mrs. Kirk. .
Paula hung up the phone and smiled to herself. She had been sure he could not resist her advances ... his ego was too big not to swallow the bait. She went to the closet and pulled out the box she had hidden there ... pleased that she had not had the opportunity to destroy the obscene clothing. It would come in handy now. All she had to do was to wait for tomorrow afternoon.
The next morning, Paula awoke from her troubled sleep to find herself alone in the house as she had planned. The day was unbearably slow and hectic ... she had doubts about her plan, even wished to cancel everything. Her eyes constantly glanced at the clock as the minutes dragged by. It was only noon, but she felt she might as well prepare herself. She carefully dressed the way she knew Phil would want her to.
Paula put on the obscene undergarments she had been forced to wear to the hotel that terrible afternoon and then added a revealing chiffon peignoir to the outfit. After she was ready, she went back downstairs and fixed herself a drink to relax her nerves. Her hands shook as she put the ingredients into the blender, and then poured the mixture into a glass. She took long sips from it, and the liquor soothed her trembling body and shattered nerves.
The minutes turned into hours, until at last it was time for Phil Sullivan to show up. Paula jumped as she heard the front door bell ring. She put her glass down and rushed to the door. She stopped for a moment in front of it to compose herself. Then she opened slowly and smiled at Phil.
"Come in," she said in a seductive tone, opening the door wider for him. "I was expecting you."
"I must say we should have been doing this years ago, my dear Paula," Phil said. "It would have spared both of us a lot of trouble."
He walked over to the sofa and relaxed into it as though he owned it.
"May I get you a drink?" Paula offered. "Bourbon, isn't it?"
"It sure is, baby!' Phil answered, now overly confident.
Paula poured him a generous drink and brought it to him. He reached up and took the glass from her and with his other hand pulled her down to him. He lifted his face to hers and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her warm mouth. Paula returned the kiss as if she meant it. His free hand roamed across her body and found one of her protruding nipples.
"Take it easy, Phil ... take it easy, man! We have all afternoon, you know!" she admonished.
"I can't wait to enjoy you, baby! You're something else!"
She sat down next to him and picked up her drink. "A toast to us!"
Phil took a long gulp from his glass and set it down. He leaned over to her and his hands began searching under her negligee for her private parts. He grabbed both her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead persistently. He forced his mouth down on hers and sucked and probed into her mouth as if he were already down between her legs and it were her sweet pussy.
Paula leaned back on the sofa and secretly disgusted, allowed his every wish. She would give in to every move as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hands went around his back and she massaged him gently as he continued his crude lovemaking.
He let one of his hands travel the length of her scantily covered body until it at last reached the soft, resilient pubic bush between her thighs. He could feel her exposed cunt where it protruded from the opening in the sexy black panties.
"I'm glad you like the things I picked out for you," he said lustfully as one thick finger worked its way inside her vagina.
"Mmmm ... that feels good,'" she sighed as she felt his stiff digit digging inside her soft secret flesh.
Paula pulled her arm from around his back and let it rest on the bulge rising in his trousers. Her hand began caressing his crotch, pushing up and down on it. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper on his pants until she finally managed to pull it down. She reached inside and released his stiffening prick from the confining material ... wrapping her fingers around the tip of it. Slowly pulling back the foreskin, she began a slow up and down motion as she gently pushed him back so she was free to replace her hand with her tongue-moistened lips.
Sullivan sucked in his breath as he felt the warmth of Paula's mouth cover his hard prick. His hands took a grip in her hair and pushed her face down until she could feel the cold metal of his zipper on her cheeks.
"Oh yeah ... suck it, baby ... suck it good!" He groaned as she swallowed him up.
Paula worked her way off the sofa until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She continued sucking as her hands reached up and undid his belt and the top of his pants. He lifted up slightly and she pulled his trousers down past his knees. He was working himself into a frenzy and helped her by pushing his shorts down ... he began lifting up to meet her mouth with every dive she made down his long throbbing shaft.
Paula worked her hands under his thighs and set one hand working on his large balls, kneading them gently while the other probed and scratched at the sensitive area between his sac and his rectum.
"Oh, baby," he hissed. "You have learned your lesson well ... oh, yeah, you little slut ... real well...."
His hands reached down and once again he grabbed onto her taut nipples sticking out of the lewd lacy black bra.
"Come on, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Let's get out of these clothes ... we have a lot to catch up on!"
Paula made one more dive down on his rock-hard cock until she had all of it in her saliva-filed mouth and then pulled off quickly, making a loud smacking sound with her lips. She looked at him invitingly.
"Let's go where we'll be more comfortable," she said, taking his hand and leading him toward the stairs.
When they got to the bedroom, Phil ripped his clothes off quickly as possible. Paula smiled herself ... she had him right where she wanted him!
Phil pulled back the bedclothes and jumped into the bed. "Hmmmm," he crooned, "right in old Steven's bed. This'll be good."
Paula began taking off her sexy outfit slowly ... one piece at a time ... teasing him with every gesture. First came the peignoir which she let slip off her shoulders to the floor. She reached back and unfastened the bra and threw it to him where he lay on the bed. He picked it up and playfully kissed the holes where her nipples had just protruded. She slipped off the panties, letting them hang one foot and kicked them to him.
"Mmmmm, smells real sexy," he crooned, taking a good whiff at the pungent odor of her femininity.
Paula stood in front of him wearing just the stockings and garter belt.
"How would you like it, Phil? With or without the stockings?" As she spoke, her hands traveled up and down the luscious curves of her body, stopping at the vital place for brief moments and fondling herself obscenely while he watched, his lust increasing with every passing second of his tantalizing game.
Paula walked slowly over to the foot of the bed and stood, legs spread, in front of him. Phil crawled to the edge of the bed and turned over on his back ... his face looking directly up at her waiting vagina. Paula spread her legs and bent her knees slightly until her vaginal lips were touching his face. Phil opened his mouth wide, letting most of her soft downy pussy slip into his mouth. He clamped his teeth sharply around her sensitive flesh.
"Noooo...." she cried out in torment.
He reached up and spread the soft skin surrounding her cunt until her inner vagina walls were nakedly exposed to his lustful gaze. He lifted his face slightly and dug his nose deep inside her. breathing in her pungent odors ... while his tongue lapped up at her open loins.
Paula moaned above him and ground her body hard into his face Phil sucked and bit at her cunt as she reached down to his chest and grabbed his hard nipples and dug her nails into them. She could feel him buck and jerk at the pain, but he was imprisoned by the weight of her body on his face.
He freed his hands from between her legs and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her down on top of him. Her face fell forward directly onto his hot groin and he pushed his stiff member into her mouth.
"If it's rough you want, doll ... it's rough you'll get!" she heard him say in a muffled voice from between her thighs.
He lifted his legs and wrapped them around her neck, forcing her lips all the way down his long shaft. Paula gagged at the unexpected invasion of her mouth but only hesitated for a second before she got over her revulsion and began to suck at him with slow sensuous deliberation, getting courage from her very purpose.
Phil went back to work on her warm cunt, spreading her legs apart with his hands until she thought she would split up the middle. Both their mouths worked furiously at each other, filling the i room with lewd, smacking noises. Phil worked one finger up the smooth, warm crevice of her buttocks and groped for the tight puckered opening of her unprotected anus. His finger found the soft wrinkled hole it was searching for and prodded at it ... first gently and then with such a force that he penetrated it up to the first knuckle.
"Uuuuugggghhhh!" Paula cried out as searing pain rushed through her body once more ... but she didn't stop him. She would just have to endure it.
Phil forced his finger the rest of the way into her tightly clenched rectum, twisting it back and forth. His mouth continued its relentless pursuit into her moist open pussy while he worked his j finger in and out of her tight rear passage.
Paula worked on his prick while he fitted another digit into her back passage. She mentally begged for the strength to be able to bear the pain. She remembered only too well when Andy had screwed her that way.
by this time, Phil was no longer content to be sucking her between the legs. He could think only of getting into her tight little anus. He rolled her off of him and pulled his swollen cock out of her mouth. Pulling his fingers out of her rear hole, he said: "Come on, baby ... on the floor ... You know how I want you!"
Paula obeyed without question and got off the bed.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. She assumed the animal-like degrading position and Phil knelt directly behind her. He took his scarlet prick in his hand and guided it to the opening between the soft mounds of hor buttocks ... the huge tip separating the full rounded cheeks as he pushed to meet her.
Paula gasped as she realized they were directly beside the full length mirror she used for dressing and they were both afforded a perfect view of Phil's cock pushing into her.
"This is better than I expected, honey bunch." he boasted. "Nothing I like better than a good view of what's going on!'" He gave a sharp push forward and his cock, already slippery from Paula's sucking, slipped a full inch into her tightly clenched rectum.
Paula grunted and jerked forward, trying to escape his sharp assault, but he held her steady. He reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, and with one quick movement, pulled her back, forcing his long cock all the way into her tightly resisting hole.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Paula screamed ... a long wailing scream as Phil's thighs smacked into the soft tender flesh of her upturned buttocks. Phil groaned in ecstasy as he felt his throbbing cock being squeezed by the strong muscles of her anal passage. It had been a long time since he had had a woman like this, and he knew he would have to make the best of it as quickly as he could for he already felt his balls building up to the finish.
Pulling out of her slightly, he looked into the mirror to see their lewd reflection. He could see his long shaft partially engulfed in Paula's quivering behind. Her face twisted in pain as he thrashed her entire body around. Phil didn't even have to move any more ... she would make him cum with her gyrating body alone.
His beady pale blue eyes remained glued to their reflection as Paula bucked and jerked under him. His cock throbbed and ached inside her until he thought he would burst.
Finally, he could stand no more of this agonizingly pleasurable treatment and began fast sharp jabbing motions into her. By the time he had plunged into her five more times, his prick, was swollen beyond anything he had ever seen. He pushed his way into her as far as possible ... until there was not a fraction of an inch between his thighs and her ass ... and with a deep-throated groan, he suddenly shot long hot spurts of cum far up into her white, quivering belly.
Paula felt the warmth of his fluid fill her entire aching insides as she collapsed under him ... completely exhausted by the excruciating pain he had caused her. As she fell forward, Phil's still spurting cock slipped out of her back passage and the last of his semen spat out loudly onto her back.
"Oh God, that's good!" he groaned. "That's the best yet!" he said, dropping down to the floor next to her. He turned her face to his and darted his tongue deep into her throat.
Paula was still gasping for breath and she gagged as he cut off her flow of air.
"Please, Phil," she breathed. "Let me relax for a while."
"Sure, baby," he answered. "Sure. You deserve it for such good services! Besides, we got lots of time!'"
He got up from the floor and went into the bathroom. Paula could hear him urinating loudly in the john and fiddling around in the medicine cabinet.
She glanced at the clock ... 4:15 ... Steven would be home in less than an hour. He always came home early on Friday nights to avoid the rush from the city. Soon, it would be all over ... She rolled over on her back and breathed a great sigh of relief.
Phil Sullivan stood in the door to the bathroom and misunderstood her sigh. He, of course, assumed it was a gesture of her rapture with his expert lovemaking. His cock trembled as he looked at her for he had decided what he would next do to her submissive body. He approached her, holding behind his back the plastic hair brush he had found in the bathroom cabinet.
He positioned himself on the floor next to her prone form. One hand began to stroke her long and shapely thighs ... then the flat of his hand began to brush across her luxurious growth of soft pubic hair. He pulled backwards with his hand so that her soft, pink vaginal slit was stretched tight, the point of her clitoris stood out from the surrounding hairs, pushing up lewdly through the flushed pink of her genital folds.
Paula lay wondering just what he had in mind, but determined to get through it ... whatever it might be.
Phil transferred the brush to his right hand and gleefully began to tickle her exposed clitoris with the bluntly rounded handle. Paula jumped at the cold contact of the plastic. She knew immediately that it was some foreign object, and tried to raise herself so that she could see what it was.
Phil pushed her back down with his shoulder. He sat there, fascinated by the reactions of her pussy to the brush handle. He moved it back and forth in the gentle hills and valleys of her cunt. Now sideways ... now up and down with the flat of the smooth handle. He watched as her pussy began to seep moisture onto the brush. The clear plastic was covered with a slippery milky film.
Paula began to moan and twist and turn with the unexpected pleasure the object was giving her as he rubbed it back and forth furiously, creating a heated friction that almost drove her mad ... then, without warning, he plunged the handle directly into her vagina where it rapidly disappeared up to the hilt.
Paula's body arched at the force of the thrust ... but the sensation it gave her was startlingly exciting. The old feeling of being used welled up inside her, becoming twisted in her mind with a familiar masochistic pleasure. She felt the brush being savagely shoved back and forth and with each push, her inner muscles pulsated wildly to the slippery movements of the handle. Any disgust she might ordinarily have felt at the obscenity being performed on her body was changed to rapture as she was transported to greater and greater heights by the alien touch of the brush.
Phil continued, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Paula' twitching and trembling legs ... the appearing and disappearing brush handle, sliding in and out of her straining pussy .
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he crooned to her. "You should see how it looks from here ... quite a sight ... I had no idea you'd like that so much!"
He could feel Paula's body tense as she began to reach a climax brought about by his plunder. Just as he was about to cum, he rapidly withdrew the brush from her wet, clinging insides.
He stood over her, looking down at her voluptuous curves and her beautiful white skin set off by the dark rug. She was completely his now ... there would be no more trouble from her. She would come whenever he called ... do anything he asked ... no resistance ... no fighting ... no tears ... just submission to his desires.
In her daze, Paula reached up from her prone position and grabbed the bulbous end of his penis. Phil sucked in his breath as she pushed the foreskin back over the tip. He put his hands out to her and helped her up. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard, he walked her backward until she felt her back bump into the wall.
Phil continued kissing her as his hands once again found her now lust-hardened nipples and began kneading them. He spread her legs open with his knee and pushed his hard thigh up against her soft, warm sex. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth ... his hands worked constantly at her tingling nipples ... and his legs pressed into her pussy, causing waves of pleasure to course up and down the length of her quivering body.
Paula could feel his rubbery cock gaining in firmness as it slowly stood up against her leg. He pressed in even tighter against her and began to rub his prick against the softness of her thigh. Paula could feel her body trembling all over now ... she had yet to cum and Phil was working on every part of her body, driving her to a frenzy.
Deep inside her quivering loins, she felt her climax begin to boil and erupt ... at first it was just a small wave of sensual pleasure that grew with every second ... but then, she felt the explosion deep inside her womb and the dam burst.
Her moisture flowed out of her in great gushes of ecstasy and she groaned in sheer rapture as Phil could feel her cum running wetly down his leg. But ... she wasn't through ... there was more ... much more to come....
"Ooooooohhhhh, yes ... yes ... yes ... ooohhhh, yes...." she moaned incessantly as her pleasure built to greater and greater heights.
Phil put his other leg between her thighs and pushed his hot fleshy rod hard up against her flowing pussy. Paula almost swooned at the feel of the hardness against her sensitive loins. Phil released one of her nipples and took hold of his prick and guided it into her throbbing vagina. He allowed just the head to enter her and rotated his hips so it would touch against the walls of her cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh ... it feels so good...." she hissed, temporarily forgetting her mission.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked her. "Tell me what you want!"
"I want to be fucked!" she cried out shamelessly. "I want your cock inside me ... Fuck me...." she screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
Phil continued to tease her with just the tip of his throbbing member. Paula tried to push against him ... to get him deeper inside her but he held her fast against the wall ... imprisoned by the weight of his bulky frame. He bent down slightly and began taking sharp bites at the tips of her full breasts. He continued asking her.
"What do you want, baby? ... what do you want Phil to do? ... ask for it, baby ... ask for it!"
"Oh God," she cried out. "I want you to fuck me ... I want to feel you ramming your big cock into my cunt ... I want to feel your cum inside me ... I want to cum all over you ... fuck me ... push farther in me ... please ... now!"
Sullivan grinned victoriously and rammed himself as deeply as he could into her ... Paula screamed half with pleasure and half with the pain caused as she was slammed against the wall like a rag doll. Phil pulled out slowly and then pushed his way back in. Paula could feel herself melting all around the thick cudgel invading her cunt which offered no resistance to his assault ... she was well lubricated with her own flooding juices.
Phil could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on his cock as if it wanted to eat him alive ... She opened herself wide with each of his forward thrusts and then held him tight as he pulled back out. They repeated their sensual motions in a rhythmic pattern that made them seem more like a well oiled machine than two human forms coupled in sex.
Sweat poured down their backs and the wall paper behind Paula developed a circle of moisture from their perspiring bodies. But they were only aware of each other.
Images flashed through Paula's mind as she coupled her hungering body with Phil's. The combination of lust and hatred in her mind conspired to drive her crazy. The mixed emotions made her behave like a mad woman. All the repulsion she felt toward this crude gross man churned inside her and became an overwhelming craving for satisfaction from his greedy prick. The idea that this would be the last time ... that this would be the finish of Phil Sullivan made her even more abandoned. What joy to let him think he was using her ... when in fact she was leading him into a trap from which there was no escape ... for either of them....
She felt the wall slamming into her back as her body bounced back and forth between it and Phil's hard, protruding belly, which slapped against her stomach with each thrust of his cock inside her. Over his shoulder, she could see her crumpled marital bed. Soon, it would be all over ... she wondered if she would ever sleep in that bed again. The probing deep inside her vibrating pussy once more began to shatter all thoughts....
"Oh, God," she groaned, as she was buffeted back and forth.
The demands of her tormented wicked flesh rose again from the very pit of her being, begging for more and more of the steady thrusts. She felt inhuman ... she would have no peace until she had put out this sparking flame of want that taunted her.
"More! More!" she moaned as the big prick touched the sides of her vaginal walls from the new angles she had created. Her hands clawed at his back to keep from falling as she lifted her legs high off the floor and wrapped them around his torso.
Still, he pressed on into her, deeper still now that her legs were wide spread and clamped around his back. Sweat poured from him as he tore into her like a great bull in mating season. He lowered his hands so that they cupped under Paula's gyrating buttocks. He allowed his fingers to slip into the crevice of her ass, and parted the sensual cheeks. He lifted her up still further in the air and plunged her down again on his fat cock. As she landed, skewered to the hilt, he shoved a finger from each hand into her anus. Paula gasped and wiggled more as she felt the penetration of her rear end....
She began to emit a long low gurgle that started deep in her throat, sounding like a wildcat in heat. The gurgle became a wail of wanton abandon as the prick pounding on her inner walls seemed to catch fire and ignite every particle of flesh within her throbbing pussy.
She was all flames as she came ... with what seemed to be every centimeter of her squirming body. She was cumming deep in her anus, in circular rotations spiraling in her cunt ... with tingles of excitement zigzagging across her belly, shooting in and out and around in her convulsing womb. Each contraction brought more pleasure as she ground herself down on Phil's huge driving cock.
"Oooooohhhhh...." she crooned, undulating and quaking all over. "Cum in me...." She wanted to be filled with his lewd sperm, filled until her tortured womb could contain no more.
At these words, Phil, no longer able to control himself, released a hot, scalding stream of sperm deep into her soft white belly. His knees weakened as all his strength spurted up into the secret folds of Paula's womb. As they twitched and panted with their final spasms, he lowered their heated bodies down to the soft carpet of the bedroom floor, unable to maintain their exhausting posture.
They both lay breathless and drained for a few moments. Paula fell back, spread-eagled on the carpet, a smile of bliss on her pretty face ... and Phil lay by her side, face down, heaving great breaths of air from his hard-working lungs.
CHAPTER TEN
Paula stirred after a short while and started with alarm. She looked up quickly at the clock on the night table ... 5 o'clock ... if she was going to arrange the scene the way she wanted it, she would have to work quickly.
Her mind was crystal clear as she went to work on Phil. She knew just what she would have to do. At first, she was worried that she could not arouse him again ... but she underestimated the lascivious nature of the wicked man. She bent over him, and turned him on his back on the floor. She smiled sweetly down at him, say "Phil ... what a wonderful lover you are...." was wondering when you would begin to realize that...." he answered smugly, Paula bent down still further and began to trace her tongue along his fat stomach. Down and down she went until she reached the end of his flaccid prick. Taking it carefully into her mouth, she began to suck on it softly. Soon, it began to take form in her elastic lips. She sucked harder and harder ... then voraciously, letting her cheeks hollow and fill with the growing bulk.
Soon, the menacing instrument had reached its full fucking size and Paula's mouth struggled to contain the sheer hugeness of it. When it was just as she wanted it, she stopped....
"No...," said Paula, "...now you do me a little...."
She lay back on the floor ... her long well tapered legs spread wide allowing her golden pussy to gape wide in a lewd invitation to Phil's lust. He took one long look at the moist exposed flesh ... the tiny clitoris sticking out from the rest of her tempting mound and fell upon her with his mouth like a savage from the jungle.
He sucked at her wickedly, moving his head back and forth like a great slobbering dog. Paula felt him take her clitoris between his teeth and nibble it, making it swell more ... the warm wet ness of his mouth on her genitals sent a shiver of disgust through her.
Then she heard the car ... and at the first sound of it, she clamped her legs around Phil's head, forcing his mouth further into her open receptive pussy ... thereby effectively covering his ears as Steven pulled into the driveway directly beneath the bedroom window.
Paula's heart began to pound wildly. The moment was approaching now ... She thought about the saying that one's life passes before you in moments of great danger ... and indeed, she could recall most of her happiest moments with Steven.
But these thoughts were brief ... as Phil's hard searching tongue was still licking at her furiously ... She looked down at his shaking head with loathing and said.
"Come Phil ... come to me...."
Phil looked up at her smiling, angelic face ... his own ugly face dripping with her viscous fluids. He thanked his lucky stars for the break that had brought this sweet sexy bitch his way ... and bringing himself up between her outstretched legs, entered her waiting cunt with a hard strong pressure.
Paula moaned and began furiously working her hips on his pushing cock. He shoved into her churning cunt five ... six times.
"Cum...." said Paula ... "Cum ... cum ... Phil, darling, cum...." she urged desperately.
And at the enticement of her words, Phil felt himself, once more being rent apart by the sweetness of the feel of her cunt surrounding his burrowing prick ... her muscles working at him ... her ass moving beneath him, squirming up to meet his every thrust.
It would not be long now, Paula knew. She turned her head in time to see the doorknob of the bedroom door turning ... and with that she gave a squeeze to PhiPs pendulous balls, bringing his climax to a surging peak.
Phil cried out loudly at the acute pleasure just as the door opened and Steven, totally unsuspecting, entered saying.
"Darling, I've got a surprise for...!"
The following afternoon, Steven and Paula sat in comfortable lounge chairs on the back terrace of their home. Before them sloped the well cared for grounds of the estate. The sun shone brightly on them, warming their bodies as they sipped iced tea from tall glasses...." so you see, my darling," Steven said reproachfully, "it was foolish of you to think that I would not understand your needs. I know full well that I have been unable to give you the proper physical satisfaction you need...."
He paused, sighing, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip from the refreshing liquid. "Only too well, I'm afraid...." There was a slight trace of bitterness to his voice which his wife didn't fail to detect.
Paula blushed, keeping her eyes lowered. Steven continued.
"You are a normal, healthy girl, my love. There is nothing wrong in that. I only wish you hadn't suffered so needlessly ... that you had come to me long ago ... long before any of this started.'"
He reached over and took her hand in his. Paula looked at him adoringly. She had never dreamed that she would ever have Steven's love again, once he found out about her misadventures. Instead, he had reacted totally differently from what she had expected.
That fateful afternoon ... yesterday at about the same time ... when he had caught his wife wallowing in the lewd embrace of another man, Steven had shown her an unknown side of his nature.
He had forced a shocked and surprised Phil Sullivan to surrender the photographs to him, and had kicked him out of the house, hurling threats of what he was about to do to the terrified man as he scuttled away. Then Steven had throw all the photographs in the incinerator, sight unseen.
It was too good to be true ... and yet it was true. Steven not only still loved her, but he understood the torment she had been going through all this time.
He had made several long distance calls that, very morning ... the first was to arrange for a long holiday in the Carribean for the two of them. The rest were made to well placed friends at the stock exchange and various other businesmen in the area, including some who had their offices out of town. It was an easy thing to spread the rumors about mismanagement at Sullivan Inc....
Phil Sullivan had manipulated too many factors, over-extended himself in too many areas, and Steven Kirk knew it.
Stock in Phil's company instantly began to fall and by afternoon, the bottom had dropped out and major stockholders in the company began pounding at Sullivan's door. His phones rang persistently ... they were all demanding thorough investigation of the books.
by that evening, Steven knew that Phil Sullivan would be packing his bags in the knowledge that a court order for seizure of the books would be out. There were going to be a lot of people after his hide ... there was nothing for him to do but flee.
And by now, Phil Sullivan must be aware that his biggest mistake had been in thinking that in addition to manipulating his business dealings, he could also manipulate Steven Kirk's wife.
This was the end of Phil Sullivan ... but not of Paula Kirk.
"If you had only come to me," Steven continued, "I could have arranged something. I guess I've been trying to gather up the courage to tell you that all this time. There are just too many opportunities around, my darling ... just waiting for a chance to pounce on a sweet young thing like your self. A young, frustrated woman ... and I might add, one with a wealthy, elderly husband. The combination is just irresistible to a certain kind of man!"
"Oh, Steven!" Paula sobbed softly. "I've been such a fool! If I had had any sense, I would have realized that you would know how to help me somehow ... I was just so confused....""
Steven leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, inhaling the fresh fragrance of her perfume.
"Well," he said sternly, "from now on, if you find someone you think ... well, you think you'd enjoy having an affair with ... you must let me know."
"Yes, Steven,"
"Paula said, not quite understanding.
"And then," he continued, "I can check him out. Make sure he's all right ... not someone who will take advantage of you ... of us!"
Paula rose from her chaise lounge and went to him. She sat on his lap and threw her arms about his neck, feeling deeply in love with him, a love emanating from her deepest, most secret being. It had been a long time since she had known such i warm, relaxing security ... As Seven enfolded her in his strong arms and held her to him tenderly, whispering sweet endearments in her ear, she, at her turn, said:
"Oh, my darling!" she cried, tears of joy and relief rolling down her cheeks. "Yes, I promise ... I always will ... I promise!"
Yesterday she had felt there was no future for her ... nothing worth living for after Steven would learn of her degrading activities of the past few weeks. Now, a whole new world had opened a bright horizon of hope for both of them, and she was so deeply grateful to this man, her husband, who had made it all possible.
"Oh, Steven, I love you so...." she murmured. "And to think I did it all for your sake!" She was saying the truth and Steven knew it. But now the nightmare was over and they were about to start, a new, clean page of conjugal happiness....
