The June sunshine fell warmly through the French window of the blue bedroom onto the half-naked torso of the naked full breasted young blonde. In her simultaneous yawning and stretching, she made her full, melon-shaped breasts rise and fall as she breathed in the fresh morning air, her long blonde hair cascading sensuously over the satin pillow slip.
Ann Dexter stretched her lithe body as she awoke, blinking slightly as the cool morning air, mingling with the soft sunshine, gently stirred her awake. When she and Carl had gone to bed the night before, she had forgotten to draw the drapes.
But it did not bother the voluptuous young woman to miss an hour or two of sleep. She was feeling sunshine all over lately -- particularly up between her firmly curved thighs, and the fact that Carl had been more than occupied -- obsessed, perhaps a more apt description -- with his work had helped to keep her natural sexual interests rather keen. And this spring warmth with its soothing, tantalizing fingers of yellow light was like dried kindling to her desires. But she didn't mind. In fact, the young woman rather enjoyed it, because then her orgasms -- when they did come -- were all the more lusty and overpowering.
Ann shrugged and all of the sheet fell away from her lushly opulent contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless white skin, and just the hint of straw colored hair at the center of her loins. She had the usual kind of blonde coloring, only hers was a true blonde, with not so much as a hint of peroxide: bright blue eyes and pink cheeks, with high cheek bones accentuating a perfectly shaped nose and nostrils that had a tendency to flare with just the slightest provocation.
As she stretched she fluffed out her wealth of thick, wavy blonde hair, which had only been cut twice in her life: once on her fifteenth birthday in sacrifice to her young lover who deserted her for her next door locker neighbor at high school, and the other time in retaliation to her fiancee who had called her a prude in a most untimely situation. But her husband, Carl, was crazy about her hair and, like most men, that was the first thing he noticed about her. But the men also paid rapt attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man could resist, she had been told more than once.
Ann smiled softly to herself as she thought about this in one flash of deja vu. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a matching tingle deep down in the center of her belly. She was not an over-sexed whore, but only a normal woman who had come to enjoy sexuality of late. Consequently, every morning when she awoke she seemed to be more aroused and anxious for her husband's fond attentions than ever before.
Not that Carl noticed. Indeed, lately he didn't seem to notice much of anything. And it showed. He'd lost weight from skipping lunches, or just grabbing a bite for dinner. He and his assistant, Dr. George Everett had just started an extensive research project under the auspices of the Medical Center where he and his colleague were studying the psychological causes of unnatural sexuality and the changing sociological patterns that resulted, always with an eye to the ideal zero population growth theory. To Ann, it sounded complicated as could be, with all those big words and demographical terms and gobbledygook that she didn't give a damn about hearing, although the sexual case histories were another matter entirely.
Ann patted her breasts and then pushed her hands up in back of her lengthy hair, and let it fall again. Her pretty head couldn't really get much interested in her professorial husband's affair. All she knew was that Carl just didn't seem to care much about being in bed with her very much these days.
"Ann, have you seen my tie clasp?" came a cross voice from the bathroom, and then her husband was standing in the doorway, fiddling with his tie, his shock of graying hair falling forward over his forehead. He was clad only in his underwear and his shirt, and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his genitals nestled between his legs, but as usual, there was no tell-tale bulge there to encourage her to expect more than a peck on the cheek for a good-bye.
"No, I haven't dear," sighed Ann and tried to help him find it by looking around in the bedroom a little, but she couldn't find it amongst her feminine debris littering the dresser tops and the bathroom. "Guess you're just going to have to settle for a bow tie, Carl." Finally he changed his tie and Ann slipped a housecoat over her glowing body and went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
As she broke eggs into the frying pan alongside the spitting bacon, Ann could not help but wonder if this was the life she chose or if this was simply her fate. For a moment, she listened to her husband in his study just off the living room rattling his paper and throwing books into his already-over-stuffed briefcase. Turning the bacon with a fork, wincing as it shot a flying speck of burning grease onto her hand, Ann felt the same surging, growing resentment well in her chest as it had for the past two years of marriage to the near middle-aged, professorial husband who had unwittingly ensnared her with security and his intellectualism, qualities she'd always treasured -- until she found out that in the end, it all balances out, and every tidbit of intellectualism seemed to rob the sensual character of her husband.
Love him? Yes, oddly enough, she knew that she still did in some ridiculous sort of way. But what she had in mind, what had begun as a mere student-professor relationship until he'd asked her to marry him. In the beginning, she had hope for their marriage, but the sexual frustrations had quickly extinguished those hopes, leaving some sort of sterile bond between them.
Now, in the second year of their marriage, Ann Dexter asked herself more than once a day just why she'd married him in the first place. Their affair had created such a stir in the private junior college that she'd been forced to leave, the Dean of Women having politely asked her to enroll elsewhere. Something about intellectual men had always turned her on. Maybe it was because of her journalist father, she wasn't sure, but whatever that magic ingredient was, she'd wasted no time finding it in the man who was to serve as her protector -- her security blanket to replace the loving father who was now dead.
So, having left school, Ann had become Carl's part-time assistant, helping him in the lab by typing up reports, most of which were case histories, in preparation for the final report that the sponsors would most certainly demand to read after two years of financing. It got her out of the house, if nothing else, and there were people to meet at the lab. But God, all Carl did was work; there was none of the typical chase-the-secretary-around-the-desk games that you see in magazine cartoons. Not Carl! He was all research and study.
Ironically, from the case histories she'd typed up in the past months, she'd learned that there was always a sexual problem between a middle-aged husband and a young wife. And it was true! She was about to lose her mind! She was twenty-two and Carl twice that. It wasn't the paunch he was showing traces of that bothered her, but his performance in bed. He was destroying the most intimate of her possessions -- her sensuality!
She turned the bacon now, listening to her husband's voice calling to her from the hallway. "Ann, do you think you'd have time to come down this afternoon and type a couple more interviews with our experimental subject? Our quarterly report is about due and I'd like to get a head start on it. Good for the image you know," he said dryly, pulling up his chair in front of his plate of bacon and eggs with a piece of toast, dripping with butter, lining the edges. "I know this is rather sordid literature I'm making you type, dear, but it's certainly appreciated," he said, crunching into his toast.
"Hey, come on, Carl," she teased. "Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I don't know anything about sex. In fact," she continued, standing over him and filling his coffee cup, "I find it rather interesting learning about these sociological theories of yours. I'm sure that sex research is going to be the thing of the future -- maybe even more important than missiles and bombs even. Sure would make the world a better place to live if we all made love instead of war," she quipped, hoping he would catch the double meaning in her statement and the desperation in her fired loins that ached for fulfillment.
And part of that ache was the work she did for her husband! Ann had always considered herself a normal, desirous female with basic tendencies, but her husband's case histories of married and divorced men turned gay, of woman turning to each other for physical love instead of their husbands and confessions of incest and sodomy. God, it was better than pornography because it was all true and it had generated tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the likes of which she'd never even dreamed of! She'd even been tempted to experiment with some of the wanton tales that subjects -- people just like you and me -- had told the interviewer, such as which positions offered the greatest penetration, if they preferred a hard mattress to a water bed -- things she'd never considered in her husband's missionary style lovemaking. For him, lovemaking was a fifteen minute affair.
His maddening pattern of inability to satisfy her, in fact, had grown even worse before her increasing, passionate springtime need, until the typing of his reports had, like an aphrodisiac brought her to this very morning!
"How about some ketchup for the eggs, Ann. You know I like to have ketchup with my eggs ..." he muffled behind his napkin that dabbed at his mustache.
A grating twinge immediately gnawed at the young wife's belly at her husband's demand. Okay, lover man, she mocked under her breath. He'd been that the night before, all right. As usual, he'd driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever she preferred. He'd been too tired to know how she'd managed it, but she had and by stealing a few minutes in the bathroom while he's snored like a disgusting, satiated ox in the bed, she'd brought herself to fulfillment with her fingers. It was then she'd decided something had to be done ... and it was that something that had brought a smile to her lips this morning.
"Ann?" she heard him, this time turning to her just in time to retrieve the bottle of ketchup offered him.
"Here it is, Carl," she returned, carefully keeping the irritation from her tone, and it wasn't too difficult. With the morning sunshine, she realized that she had again slept away the frustrated hurt and anger. That, along with the sensuous intentions she'd set her pruriently fevered mind to in luring her husband's assistant into an affair, left her no room for resentment.
Still, Ann couldn't help but remember with a series of tingling sensations just how close Carl had come to satisfying her last night. She'd made him her special dinner -- beef stroganoff with noodles and spinach salad which they ate to candlelight and soft music. The mood was set, but Carl's wasn't, his only concern being the stack of tapes on his desk in the study that needed sequential numbering. She'd ignored his mutterings, as she skipped around in her see-through nightie to fill his wine glass before curling up beside him on the sofa and letting him lustfully run his big hands over her nearly naked, erogenous curves -- he should have ended up a sex crazed maniac after all that foreplay!
He'd been a panting, rutting animal, and even staggered when they'd made it to the bedroom for the final course. Smoldering, she whipped her nightie over her head, bouncing nakedly onto the bed into a lewd, thigh-spread position like a child playing statue, except that she'd been a very hot young wife with no intentions of taking an immobile part in the game! "Oh, my dear Annnnn," he'd purred, thick tongued in a hoarse voice, pulling at his clothes while she laid there watching him.
Sure, he was getting soft with age and noticeably paunchy with an overhang of spare-tire around the middle, but the long, thick hardness of his lust swollen cock standing out from his strong, loins immediately dwarfed all else. Trembling sensations of shameless desire had shivered over her exciting nakedness, her craving eyes riveted on his large, sperm bloated testicles heavily swaying between his legs. God, how desperately she had hoped ...!
Suddenly, he'd been on top of her, kissing her with wine dizzying passion, nibbling at the hardened pink nipples of her swollen breasts, running his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He'd muttered and panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a point of whorish lust. God, she'd suck him if he'd let her! But no ... no, not first! He had to ... had to make her cum at least once before anything else, and she wanted to do nothing that might destroy that possibility!
He drunkenly crawled between her trembling thighs which she'd anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind, my dear, Ann!" he'd lewdly promised, using the right four-letter words to spur her on. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild chills of intensive passion.
Was this really her husband saying, "Put it in, baby! Stuff it in your hot little cunt!"
She'd been that certain of the 'at last' moment when she'd reached down and grasped the heated length of his solid, thick cock to splay open the moistened lips of her hungrily throbbing cunt, placing its fleshy head at the mouth of her cunt. Impatiently, she'd spread her legs even further as she raised her steaming loins up to him, confident that this time his fantastic hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he fucked that first time! Getting it in was the main thing.
He had! His huge, hotly throbbing cock had raced into the liquid channel like a flash, filling the dilated core of her seething young body with an enchantment of fury. Yes ... yes, this time it would happen for sure! She'd fervently reasoned, straining beneath this powerful man, her husband, in sluttish abandon!
His raging cock had wildly pounded in and out of the tight, pink opening up between her legs, while he grunted and spewed deliciously foul words and phrases down at her, each and every one inciting her all the more.
"Oh ... oh, Carl ... lover! It's wonderful! Yesssss ...! Fuck me out of my mind ... just like you promised!"
"Yehhhhhh ... right out of my beloved's mind!" he gasped. "Your lover man's really filling you this time, isn't he?"
"Oooooohh yes, darling ... yessss! A-and I'm going ... going to suck it for you ... make it cum right in my mouth!" she'd obscenely hissed up at him, realizing now that her lewd promise had been her first mistake because he had gone out of his mind in excited anticipation.
She'd felt the tremble of muscular tension ripple over his big heavy body above her. "Goddamn!" he blurted. "And ... and you mean it, too, don't you, Ann? S-suck me off ...! Oh! Get ready, Ann, Carl's coming in!" And then a quarter of a second later, "Oh, damn, oh damn, oh damn!"
And he had, his cock had raced into her frantically churning pussy and began to spew its life draining, masculine semen into her. With bitter frustration, she'd dug her long red nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders!
"Oh, no ... ooohhh, noooo, Carl. Please!" she begged, even knowing it was useless as she thrust her wetly pulsating loins up at him to accept his warmth puddling into her belly ...!
Until finally, there'd been nothing but the rolling of his passed out frame off of her, the wild burning hunger aflame in her loins and belly nearly driving her to tears! She wasn't about to try and haul him up onto the pillow; in fact, he could have died right there and she would have celebrated! The bastard! The stupid old selfish bastard! Oooohhhh ... and she'd been so ready and so hot!
With a loud "hmmmppphhh" she sat up, taken Carl's hand to place his thick fingers the way she wanted them, and then wormed two of them up into her hotly seething cunt. She locked her naked thighs to hold his fingers in place while she obscenely squirmed and writhed her naked loins onto their semi-limpness, at the same time fingering her tiny, sensitively erect clitoris. In the interim of building climax, she'd lustfully fondled his long flaccid cock and played with his emptied balls, but all of it together as she remembered it now, had hardly been a night of love ... anything but the erotic scene she'd so desperately hoped for!
"You think you could be at the lab in about an hour or two?" her stodgy husband wanted to know as he pushed his chair away from the breakfast table, his napkin neatly folded at the place setting. He was a most meticulous man.
Chapter 2
The Medical Center was nestled in a grove of Eucalyptus trees on the west side of the hill, separating the hospital from the research center and classrooms that were scattered over the hills. Everything on "Pill Hill," as the doctors, professors, and research students called it affectionately, was painted white and now, in the late morning sun, the hill had a magical feeling to it. Buzzing with activity, students rushed to and from classes, eyes glued to the sidewalk in worry ... spring time was a time of completion -- graduation, diplomas and careers all pending.
And so, too, Ann Baxter shared in this elation of growth, although to a minor degree in her involvement with her husband's research project. Not that she didn't have any plans of her own! For if the young blonde's fantasies had any foundation, today would be the final test!
The gears of the Dexter's second car -- a blue Volkswagen they bought two years ago when new cars were purely a thing of the future -- ground and meshed as Ann maneuvered the car up the forty-five degree hill to the underground parking lot, slowing only to drop two quarters into the slot and waited for the mechanical machine to spit out a piece of paper as her receipt.
With anxious, shaking hands, she smeared on a fresh layer of reddish-brown lipstick and an extra smudge of black mascara to make her eyelashes look like spider legs. Ann couldn't remember when she'd been more uptight, unless it was at her wedding when one of her old boyfriends who'd warned her that a marriage to a man twice her age would never work, slipped her a piece of paper with his phone number on it, and right in front of Ann's mother, too! From that moment on, she'd looked on Carl with cooler, less ardently loving eyes. It was an omen she'd ignored.
From the underground parking lot, it was only a short walk to the elevator that zoomed her to the mezzanine level of the student union and from there, a half block to the Research Center building overlooking the sun-warmed city. Spring is in the air, chirped the birds hidden in the low hanging branches of the shrubbery following the sidewalk in parallel lines. Ann's heeled sandals slapped at the pavement as she half ran to the building, glancing down at her watch to see the hour hand glide past the seven. Carl hated for her to be late, especially since they'd given her a more substantial chunk of their grant in return for more responsibility ...
"Well, hello there," chimed George Everett the second Ann strolled through the door, looking as calm and unhassled as possible considering her plan of attack.
Her blood pressure quickened when with a handsome smile, the thirtyish, tall and broad shouldered doctor appeared, offering his hand in helping her out of her coat. When was the last time Carl had shown such chivalry? Little twinges of lurid excitement immediately stirred in the depths of her belly at the way he carried himself; but there was something else in her belly -- an apprehensive knot forming there too. God ... she could never go through with it, even if Carl wasn't in the same office. Imagining having an affair is one thing, but going through with it is another entirely! When it actually came down to the nitty gritty ... what would she do?
She turned in time to see him hang her trench coat on a hanger that clattered on the back of the door. Instantly, she wondered where Carl was. Was her courage lessening?
"I hear we have a report to get out soon. Is that true?" she asked, falteringly, feeling the need to close the obvious gap in conversation that seemed unavoidable whenever Carl was in the office.
"You heard right, Ann. Lots of work to be done. Hope you got a good night's sleep!" George suavely beamed.
"More than I'd expected, yes," answered Ann, hoping the desperation in her voice wasn't as obvious to him as it was to her trembling body.
Jesus, she thought self-recriminatingly, what am I trying to do? Just because he asked me out for a drink the other night, I've been having these fantasies of starting an affair with him. He's married, I'm married ... it's ridiculous, now just cut it out, Ann Dexter, before you get yourself in trouble!
"For starters we have to finish those interviews -- they'll be very influential in getting us a grant next year to complete this damned study. Oh, and when that's proof-read and copy-tight, we have to take it to the photocopier. Think you can get that all done by this afternoon?" he laughed at the ludicrousness of his own demands.
"Whew!" whistled Ann, more relaxed now that the subject of conversation had turned to work, the only common denominator. She wiggled into a comfortable position in her desk chair near the window, and began sorting through a stack of edited copies of interviews. Out of the pile, only a few would be selected -- the ones most applicable to the study of course; the rest would be filed for further reference.
She turned her head at a scraping sound to see George pull up a chair and with a flirtatious grin, announce, "Carl suggested you and I work together on these interviews. He's back there drawing up comparison charts. You think you can stand working with me all day?"
Ann's nostrils flared. Was it her imagination or was he really coming on to her? Jesus, she wished she knew; it certainly would make her decision a bit easier. Somehow it's always more innocent and exciting being chased than chasing. It would also make it simpler to explain to Carl, if it ever came down to that.
"I ... I think I could tolerate that," was Ann's nervous reply as she carefully folded the typewriter cover and drew open the bottom drawer of her gray metal desk that housed everything that could not fit on her crowded desk.
"Are you sure?" George softly questioned, gazing up at her with deep, dark eyes, the trace of a smile flickering about his attractive mouth, as with super-sensitive hands, he opened a manila folder.
"I'm sure we'll know before the day is out." There, she'd said it, now she'd let him take it from there. "Now don't take me personally," she quickly added, reluctant to discard her original bailing temptation.
"First let's start with these two interviews, m'dam." He crossed his knees and pulled his swivel chair closer to her so that she could almost taste the sweet smell of his fresh breath.
The alluring young wife tossed her long blonde hair in a characteristic gesture, then swept it back over her shoulders. The act, she was well aware, had made her bra-less, ripely full breasts nipple in provocative freedom. She was hardly conscious of her husband, Carl, entering the room, and she could barely contain the smile she felt tugging at her wetly parted lips at her handsome colleague's visible uneasiness. It registered that he must have enjoyed many sensual panoramas at her feminine expense before.
At the moment, while his perceptive hands were skillfully flipping through the file, Ann couldn't help but notice how soft and well-manicured his hands were. My God, it looked as if he polished his nails. God to have hands like that running all over her body! She swallowed hard, blinked her eyes to shut out the tempting sight, but opened them only to be drawn to the short, black masculine hair lightly enshadowing their backs, a sensory shiver dancing up her spine. She leaned forward then, supposedly to observe the case history number, coyly playing with the top button of her black knit dress, but not without a certain gracefulness. The nervousness had long since passed.
"Mmmmm ... I think I can read your handwriting, Dr. Everett," she said for the benefit of her husband who had slipped into the coat room, which doubled as a supply room, for a cup of coffee. She continued to pretend to study the editing marks in assorted colors, but from the corner of her eyes she saw the lusty gleam leap into his deep, dark ones as they flitted back and forth, overly lingering each time they focused down her generous cleavage.
"How's it going, folks," asked Carl dryly, as he sipped at the instant coffee steaming in a Styrofoam cup that he always kept in his desk drawer. Carl was the practical sort.
"Just ... just fine, Carl. We're going over the interviews now so that Mrs. Dexter can get at them. No problems, I assure you."
Mrs. Dexter? thought Ann. Shades of guilt before the eye-hungry husband? Something's astir and I don't think it's my imagination.
"Everything is under control, Carl," finished Ann, hoping that would send her husband back to the catacombs where he belonged. Over her shoulder, she could almost feel George's eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the file folder's contents, his gentle fingers flipping through the pages, but Ann wasn't fooled. While his broad brow hid the recesses of his eyes, she knew he was straining them damned near out of their sockets to feast on the alluring, hardened nipples beneath her black knit dress that molded her lithe body.
"Should we glance through the second one now?" He fumbled, dropped the folder, retrieved it. Almost pathetically, he looked up then to catch her suggestive little smile of understanding.
Angelically, Ann crossed her hands in her lap and, which her blue begging eyes asked, "Now what kind of paper do you want this typed on? All I have in my desk right now is canary. That can't be used for Xeroxing, can it?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Everett, but I don't know where to find it ..." she turned her blonde head, looking in the direction of the multi-purpose room behind them that served as a store room and coffee room, the only nook of the four room office that offered any privacy.
"I'd be more than happy to show you," George eagerly replied, rising to his feet and glancing out the window, almost as if he couldn't weather another dose of her voluptuously presented charms.
Ann was delighted! She'd reached him, all right! In fact, she'd wager that the slight bulge in the front of his trousers he was uncomfortably trying to conceal wasn't perpetual. Damn, she sure had reached him, and in good style! "Yes, I think we should use the heavy bond ... takes wear better," he managed.
"I'll help you find it," announced Ann, looking him straight in his perplexed, burning dark eyes.
"Of course, come along ... it's back here!" he finally got out, his nearly tremoring voice cracking twice. "It shouldn't take a minute."
"Yes, then I'll get right at it," Ann heard herself say, while intensive, if timorous, excitement, gripped her as she followed him into the coat room.
"You ... you've got typing paper in your desk. I saw it when you put your typewriter cover in there," he hissed, his breathing short and raspy as he stared at her.
"I-I know ..." Ann whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her middle-aged husband had ever recorded concerning promiscuous wives made itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease around his neck while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless numbness. "I-I know ...!" she huskily repeated.
"J-Jesus Christ!" he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily finding her warm, tongue moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath away!
"Y-You're beautiful!" he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. "Y-You were showing your breasts out there to me on purpose, weren't you?"
"Y-Yes ...! D-Did you like what you saw?"
"Good God, who wouldn't?"
His words were hot, gasping breaths against her face, the heat of his strong, sensitive hands penetrating through the knit of her dress to the tensed ovals of her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd hoped ... her bit of lewd exhibitionism ... but now, what? God, this was no time to get panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet ...?
"Well ...?" he insisted. "When can we get together, you little ball of fire? You want it real bad, I can tell that. Is this work getting to you, honey?"
"Ooooohhhh ... I-I don't know!" she tremulously whispered. "But ... I do want to, darling ...!"
"Damn, you really mean that, don't you?" he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.
For an answer, Ann uncontrollably pressured even tighter against him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing cock. A scene from a men's magazine she'd found in her father's underwear drawer raced through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind and like the young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet little tongue.
"Ummmmggghhhhh ..." he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to tease the smooth flesh of them above her stockings, and finally to caress and cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips descended, tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her ovalled, near naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly through her panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened mouth of her cunt, and an electric current rippled through her as it tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotch-band.
"No ... no, darling, not here!" the hotly aroused young wife whispered, locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing hand to hamper his frantic operation. "Please... what if Carl should walk in? Please ... it's too dangerous with him right out there in the other office!" she insisted, her sultry blue eyes searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the top shelf and began tearing open a ream of paper.
"What the hell are you doing, Ann?"
"We're in here getting paper, remember, Doctor?" she flirted.
"Oh, my God, I forgot. You're something else, girl, believe me ..."
And then the frustration of last night's disappointing lovemaking came over her. "Please don't tease me ..."
"Me? Teasing you? Oh, that's really funny, Ann! Who the hell is teasing who?" he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his chest as a buffer. Then, in defense of his actions, he quickly added, "Believe me, if Carl wasn't in the same office right now, I'd ... I'd ...!"
"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.
"Well, you know. Don't play coy with me. I'm a doctor, remember? I do research on sex, I know what I would do ..."
"You'd fuck me right here?" the intensively fired Ann lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. "I-is that what you were going to say?"
"Couldn't have put it more aptly, you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When, Ann? After work? After lunch? When?"
"Wait a minute, not so fast. We have a report to get out, remember?" Ann reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the ascot from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her darkly tinted lipstick had left on his mouth. It was a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. "B-Better throw this hanky away," she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
"What ... what about after work? My wife won't be home til later tonight since she has a late class ..."
"What about work?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious young wife whom she'd only met a couple of times.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the shelf for him! Ohhhhh ... she was really hot -- it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate. Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and she'd never realized how devoted to her work she'd been before. Or did it have something to do with allegiance to her dear husband Carl, who, at this very minute was dully plodding over his work.
"What the hell! Forget about work for a change, okay, Ann? This affair between you and me has nothing to do with work, and personally, I need a little time off now and then ... Besides ..." he added in a calculated aside, "you can't tell me the subject of this research has nothing to do with your condition ..."
Before he could finish or she could answer, Carl's voice boomed from the other room. "How about somebody in there making me a cup of coffee?" With bated breath, they listened to him pacing back and forth, maybe shuffling through the files on her desk and lay open and waiting for attention.
"How about it? After work?" George pressed in an urgent whisper.
"N-No, I have to finish that work and get it to the photocopier. You said so yourself ... isn't that right?" Ann defensively answered, hardly knowing what she meant by those words.
"Work? ... Christ, girl, what's wrong with you, anyway? You're hotter than a pistol one minute, and the next you want to put me off for a Xerox machine. What's the deal?"
"Hey, anybody in there?" It was Carl's voice, louder and more insistent than before. "We've got work to get done out here in case you haven't forgotten!"
"Oooooohhhhh ... I-I shouldn't have let you touch my ...!" Ann covered her face with her hands in humiliation.
"The hell with that shit! W-What are you, a cock tease?" he spat at her. "You come tripping in here behind me with those big tits of yours hanging out, show me your breasts with your husband standing in back of you, then tell me that you have to work tonight. What's the matter? Aren't you getting enough in bed these days? Isn't that great sex researcher enough for you?"
The venom in his biting words burned into the young wife like eating acid, and she backed away from him with tears brimming up into her big, round eyes! God! What had gone wrong! It had all seemed so innocent and fun and then ... suddenly ... it wasn't so much fun anymore. Oooohhh ... she'd truly blown it ... blown it, damn it! And now she'd have to sit next to him all day remembering how lewdly she'd flirted with him.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Ann," George's mellifluous voice calmed her and she felt her self-confidence soar from a minus one to a plus two. "It's just that you got me so carried away. I-I was disappointed, that's all."
"Hey! Are you two coming out of there or is there something you're looking for and can't find? If you're looking for the instant coffee it's on the shelf behind the tea pot," Carl's voice reached out, a tone of uptightness barbing it.
Ann moved forward, quickly reaching for the ream of bond paper; she daintily wiped at her eyes as George said: "Look, we have to work next to each other all day, so let's forget about this till another time, okay?"
The voluptuous, long-haired blonde wife didn't look at him. She knew that if she did she'd probably end up in the back seat of her Volkswagen at lunch time, fucking her husband's colleague till he blew the sun roof off her car. God, she'd never been any hotter, or closer to spreading her legs in her life! "Yes, Dr. Everett, I think it's a good thing we get back to work."
"Goddamn it, listen to me ... wait ... wait!" Ann heard him choke behind her as she brushed past him out into the outer office, every fiber of her alive with sensual excitement.
From the other side of the door Dr. Everett could hear Ann's solicitous words to her husband. "I'm so sorry, dear, we were looking for the bond paper. Oh, we have so much to do, but I promise you can depend on me to get it done."
A brief silence during which he imagined a give-away glance shooting in his direction ... or was she kissing Dr. Dexter just as she'd been kissing him? "The water is boiling for your coffee," he heard her lie, wondering just what kind of a woman his middle-aged colleague married.
Chapter 3
Ann sat nervously at her typewriter, her fingers poised and trembling above the keys as the electric machine's constant whirring noise seemed to reverberate around in her confused and tortured mind. God, there was so much to be done and although she generally worked best under pressure, this particular day was a very difficult one for the voluptuous young blonde. Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces were scattered all over the floor waiting to be put back together again. Confused and nagging emotions fought against one another in her tormented mind; feelings and desires she never knew she could experience battled against one another and her thoughts seemed to have a dozen different sources at one.
After she'd gotten Carl off her back by shoving a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, she'd had to work with Dr. Everett breathing down her neck, intermittently brushing his hand on her leg up and down her thigh till she thought she'd go bananas for sure. Finally, as if by an act of God, Carl had called him into the back office for a weekly conference to plan the activities for next week.
"Damn!" she hissed under her breath as she made the third typo on that first line of the page. All thumbs, she felt her neck muscles tense and freeze in position. That would never do, she thought with gut hurting anguish. I can't boggle this work just because of some young stud. And as if her physically handicapped condition was not enough to cloud her mind, everything she typed had something to do with sex. God, it was driving her crazy!
She winced in anguish, still feeling the touch of Dr. Everett hotly slithering up and down her body. God, how stupid could one get? Pretty rotten, she inwardly seethed, sick at the thought of having him, that gorgeous hunk of man, right in her eagerly yearning little hands, then frittering away her hold through girlish reluctance. Damn, she'd never intended they be any more than lovers, an affair, maybe.
For what seemed like minutes, she stood there staring blindly out of the window, watching students spill out of the building across the street. Some stoop shouldered, disappointed and grim, others half skipping with the bounce of springtime in their airy steps. For a brief she imagined where she would be, what she would be doing, and whether she would be happy had she not married Dr. Carl Dexter. A stewardess flying to Australia, maybe? A model on the cover of Vogue?
"Uh, Mrs. Dexter, could you come in the office for a minute," Dr. Everett's voice interrupted her wildly, dizzily spinning thoughts.
"Yes, of course, right away," Ann answered, reaching down to pick up the file folder.
"No, you won't need that," Mrs. Dexter," he said coldly, and then she knew she'd blown it! Without so much as a smile, he turned his back and disappeared into the wood-walled interior of her husband's office. Was this a joke?
Ann followed the tall doctor, her knees quaking, her hands still trembling, her full, fleshy thighs tremulously shaking, her full breasts quivering beneath her short knit dress as her chest heaved with heavy breathing. Once inside the office, Ann seated herself on the chair by the desk, directly opposite Dr. Everett who sat frowning over a series of ten pages that Ann had finished typing about half an hour earlier. The full breasted young blonde crossed her legs demurely and folded her hands across her lap to stop from trembling, then waited patiently for Dr. Everett to say whatever he had to say, hoping for dear life it had nothing to do with what had happened that morning.
"Uh, Mrs. Dexter," he began awkwardly obviously finding it difficult to get to the point, "this is ... uh, the pages you typed this morning ...?"
"Yes, Dr. Everett." There was no trace of intimacy, let alone familiarity between them now; all business, the way it should have been those fateful hours earlier.
"I'm afraid there are a lot of mistakes you're going to have to correct before we can have these pages copied ... some glaring errors that are very unlike you, Mrs. Dexter. Look here," he concluded, pushing the papers across the desk toward her.
Ann looked at the typewritten page on the top. Five or six extraordinary obvious mistakes seemed to jump off of the white paper at her, almost as if they were pointing accusing fingers at the helplessly quaking wife. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dr. Everett. I really am. I ... I'm ... I'll fix it right away, of course. I'm... so sorry."
"I know this isn't like you, Mrs. Dexter," George's voice softened. "But we are in a terrible rush, as you know ... so if you could take care of them, it would be greatly appreciated."
"Oh yes," the distraught young woman cried. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I've been all thumbs today."
"Well, why don't you take what you have done and make three copies down the street at the Instant Press." Finished he returned to his work, as if nothing had happened between them that morning.
In minutes, Ann had corrected the mistakes and a half hour later she was headed out the door, file folder in hand.
Even as she walked the short distance to the Instant Press, she could concentrate on little else but her handsome co-worker and the way she had stupidly bungled the whole thing -- not only this morning by telling him she couldn't meet him, but by making all those typos! Of course, she could have gotten finished in time for a friendly after-dinner drink! Carl had never questioned her in that respect, whatever story she came up with, and most times it was just to get a break away from him and take in a movie, or a quiet relieving walk. Damn ... was it too late? She could go back later and set it up for tonight. God knows, she was still that sensually excited ... but no! No, she wasn't about to do that for any man! If ... if only she could cool down a little bit! She was actually wet, wet between her legs, and no one but Dr. George Everett had done that! But dammit, she wasn't about to go back and beg ... never!
Oh, what was the address of that damned place?
At one point, while crossing the street, the sexually frustrated young wife almost tripped over a rut in the sidewalk street, and her papers went flying all over the intersection! Great! All she needed was to go back and say, "Sorry, guys, but I just lost your report!" Oh, that would go over really well. If it hadn't been for the older man next to her who managed to catch all but two pages, she'd have been an ex-secretary. As it was, she had half glanced behind her to see him observing the spectacle she was thoughtlessly offering him in her bent-over position. Though she had immediately straightened and turned to glare at him, despite his life-saving catch, his elderly, lecherous smirk as she walked on past her only seemed to add unneeded fuel to the already glowing bed of coals smoldering in the hot, fluid hearth of her.
When she finally found Instant Press, a small building set off from the street brightly decorated in red, white and blue, she discovered that only the errand boy was there to fill her order.
"The boss'll be back later, lady -- it'll be about two hours, I'd say. But if you want I'll be happy to fill it for you. Three copies you say?"
"That's right ... oh, is there any chance you could deliver this to my house? You see, lad, this is a dire situation I'm in, and it would save my life ... my job at least if you could get this order to my house later today." Emphasizing her helplessly needful situation, she leaned her elbows on the counter in a weary gesture, perhaps to egg him on. She could tell after she'd bent down to fill out the order form that his youthfully bugging blue eyes had briefly fed o the unexpected, engaging sight. His good looking teenage mouth was agape, his smooth, fair cheeks a flushed crimson.
Lord, it was absolutely absurd to work one's self into such a lewd state, she berated herself teasingly. But she couldn't help it, either ... there was something erotically exciting about it, being caught up in such a lascivious mood right out in public ... before God and everyone and in broad daylight.
"I'll have this to you as soon as the boss comes back, ma'am. You fill out the form? Okay, I'll be over to your office real soon ..."
"Oh, that's not my office address, dear; that's my home address." Her eyelashes fluttered and she perched her hand on one hip. "But I'll be there in just a few minutes. And thank you, dear, you've saved my life." With a warm pat, she rested her hand on his, and for a brief moment she was tempted to jump over that counter and plant one on his full lush lips. But what normal woman would ever set out to lure a boy when she could have a man, not that the choice had been offered to her as of late, she realized with a throaty moan.
"Thank you ... what's your name?"
"Eddie ..."
"... Eddie," she warmly smiled at him as he raced around the corner to open the door for her. Girlishly, she waved at him through the glass window pane, though his face was blocked by the poster covering the far corner of the glass. Instinctively, she knew he was still watching her and she made an extra effort to take salacious long strides for the duration of the block.
Damn, he was a sweet, young dream, the infused blonde wife reflected most of the way to her car. Some lucky girl either was, or was going to be made mighty happy with that young darling crawling between her legs ... Lord ... if she didn't stop thinking like this she was going to be a mess of frayed nerves before the day was over! And it was her own fault, too! Her scheme had worked with George ... at least she knew his taunting remarks had been sincerely founded ... then, dammit, she'd blown the whole thing, telling him she had to work. Damn, he knew it was a lie! What she needed was a drink.
The ride home was brief and uneventful in reality, the fantasy side of her mind feasting off the events of the day. Oh, thank the Lord there were only twenty-four hours in a day! Perhaps a good night's sleep would quell that surging loneliness up there between her legs.
After hanging up her coat, Ann made a bee-line for the liquor cabinet and mixed a martini. With this fortification, she took out a roast from the refrigerator and plopped it in a dutch oven and set the timer. Thank God for modern conveniences, she mused as she sipped ravenously at the martini.
How should she act the next day in front of Dr. Everett? Cool, aloof? As if nothing had happened? Should she let him make the next move, which she was almost positive he would? Yes, of course, what kind of a hussy was she to go chasing after her husband's colleague. ADULTERY! The word flashed electric red in her mind. My God, she'd never thought of it in those lurid terms before. But it was against the law, against every moral fiber in her soul. Why had she entertained such a fantasy? The truth was, she knew but would not admit, was that she was afraid ... a professorial husband on Pill Hill was status, security, travel ... but dull as hell.
"Hey, you're not the whore that you pretend to be," she said aloud. And mentally: though if anyone knew the way you're aching inside for some good hard cock, they'd never guess it! Maybe a good hot bath to calm the fires before the genius comes home and you find yourself trying to seduce the poor old fool just to be frustrated again. On second thought, maybe I'd better do it myself -- that way I'll make sure the job gets done.
A tiny ripple of sexual excitement added a new emotional arousal of the sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened loins. Determined, she attacked the wine bottle this time, carrying a cool goblet of white wine into the bathroom with her. Then she stripped naked.
In the bathroom she wound her long blonde hair into a knot, and started to draw water as she sipped at her wine, the alcohol beginning to effectively warm her. Her sultry blue eyes glancing at her white nakedness reflected in the full length mirror and glimmered narcistically as a tiny ripply sensation of pleasure flittered through her voluptuous, twenty-two year old body. For a moment, she stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, pink nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her arched hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and tapering calves.
Dr. George Everett, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say? How would I fit into your research, honey ... the sex-crazed housewife? The masturbating bitch?
She let her eyes sensually caress the secret ivory-like outline that her slim halter had left across the resilient mounds of her uptilted, full young breasts, and below where her tiny bikini had cupped the curved moons of her satiny firm buttocks. But it was the milky-white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her cuntal mound that invariably fired her excitement.
God, would she do it first, right there in front of the mirror ... or in the bathtub ... or on the bed?
The harsh sound of the front door broke her thoughts. Now who could that be? Irritably, she looked for something to put around her, finally settling for a beach towel. Ah, it would do in a pinch, she decided since it covered enough of her so that she could peek around the door and see what whoever it was wanted.
A stimulating little tingle raced through her at the recognition of Eddie, from Instant Press, with his clean, youthful smile. She clutched the towel to her breasts and stepped behind the door, letting him in.
"Mrs. Dexter? ... Here ... here's your copies. All three sets. Made them myself. We billed it to your husband's account.
For a moment, Ann stared at him in surprise. "My, that was fast! Oh, thank God! You've saved my job." Her knuckles were regaining their color now as she loosened her fist-tight grip on the towel, suddenly remembering with mixed emotions, that she wore nothing beneath.
"Won't you come in, Eddie and have something to drink? An iced tea maybe?"
"Oh, no, but thank you, Mrs. Dexter. I have to get back to the shop and clean up yet before I can leave. This was just a little extra job I took on. Now if you'll sign this, I'll be on my way ..."
"Wait a minute," rebuked the young blonde impetuously grabbing his arm. "Why don't you stay for just a minute while I look through these copies."
The young teenager looked anxious, but God, with a half-naked lady asking him to come in, what could he say, but ...
"Okay, if you insist... I could use something to drink," he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one sensitive breast behind the white, fuzzy towel covering her, raising a sparkling little ripple in her soft belly. In response, the young woman pulled the hardly adequate towel around her aroused nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as it had in the store earlier. He'd noticed the soft, erotic contact, too!
She gestured toward the chair as she moved toward the refrigerator, but he didn't sit. God, she felt certain his pale blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her near-naked body, imagining beyond the single garment, wondering what, if anything, she wore beneath it. Or ... or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She poured a glass of ice tea, spicing it with a teaspoon of sugar and a slice of lemon, and offered him the glass. He accepted the glass and tilted it to his full, generous lips, while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his young mind ...!
It was a crazy conversation, almost as if she was finding it hard to talk to him as was he in coming up with answers that wouldn't make him look like an awkward idiot, the fifteen year old teenager nervously thought. She was so fucking beautiful! And he'd seen her nearly naked ass right there when she turned to go to the kitchen ... nothing on at all! Man, she had to know he could see it ... just the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a minute ago ...!
"Excuse me just a second while I turn down the roast, dear, and then I'll look these over."
"Sure ... that's okay!" he answered, probably too enthusiastically, the thoughts he was thinking absolutely knot-headed, he told himself. Get with it, idiot. What could a beautiful married woman want with a brat like you? Bet she gets laid every night by her husband! Bet he licks her cunt, too.
"Okay, that's taken care of," she beamed, re-entering the living room with a glowing smile, her long blonde hair no longer crowning her pretty head, but sweeping down around her shoulders the way she'd always worn it when he'd seen her. She'd changed it! Wonder what for? "This all looks in the right order," she said, flipping through the top five or six pages. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this service. Over and beyond the call of duty, as they say."
"That's okay, Mrs. Dexter ..."
"Please call me Ann." She reached over for a cigarette. "I'm not that much older than you, am I?" She tilted her head to one side, her sexy blue eyes level with his and liquidly pouring into them. "Am I ...?"
"I-I don't know how old you are, Ann, but I'm eighteen," he lied.
"And I'll be thirteen in December," she quipped, drawing the towel closer around her and then winding the ends into a tight rope over her breasts rising and falling, even as she felt it inching slowly down. Instead, she pulled out a chair and put the Xerox copies on the end table, then lowered herself onto the chair, facing the one she'd offered him. "Sit down, Eddie doll. Let's get to know each other better ... that is, if you'd like to ...?"
For answer, he accepted, trying to keep his eyes above where the towel she was wearing had fallen part-way open over her breasts. Cumsville! He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one where it began to swell out from her chest like a Playboy gem ... soft looking ... creamy white from a bikini halter ... and even part of one full satiny thigh! No question! He'd bet his crummy paycheck she was naked and bare-assed underneath that towel that kept slipping!
Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her rounded white breasts to him as she touched the sewed-on crest of his high school letter sweater. "What does it mean, dear, and how did you get it?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his chest like branding irons!
"Pole vaulting," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I ... I won this last spring."
"Really? Pole vaulting? Now you'll have to refresh my memory, doll, what's that?"
"That's ... that's when you run with a pole and stick it in the ground and jump over a pole ..." God, but it sounded dumb when he said it.
"That's beautiful darling!" Ann exclaimed, clutching at his broad youthful hand, the smooth softness of it as intoxicating to her as the feel of its hot, young masculinity. God, he was a beautiful young specimen. The feel of him and his nearness were creating new blinding shocks of incredibly sensual fire, fusing her with unknown daring. God almighty, she had to have him ... had to! "What ... what did your girlfriend say when you got the sweater? Bet she was proud of her boyfriend, huh?" She studied his expression over the rim of her glass.
"Well ... I-I haven't been going with any girls for a while ... not since I've been working part time, that is. Oh, there's been a couple on the side, but I get tired of the bitches nagging at me, calling me and wanting me to take them out," he boasted foundlessly. Hearing his own tight-throated reply as if it'd garbled out of a third person in the room, he realized he'd never been so fucking uptight in his whole life and his painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a pole.
Oh man, what should he do? ... She was coming on about as subtle as an earthquake, and he wanted it, whatever it was that she was coming on with ... but he was scared shitless!
"Yes, I guess it must be hard for such an athlete like you to keep the girls away. Tell me, Eddie," she said with an air of confidentiality, raising her eyebrows as she took another long sip of her chilled wine. "Do you really think morality has changed since the advent of drugs?"
"I-l really don't know, ma'am," he stammered nervously, clutching his ice tea glass till his knuckles turned white.
"Do you turn on?" Ann half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue slip out to nervously run over her lushly heated lips. He said something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as she leaned even closer to the virile teenager. Then she did it, without even thinking; she set down her glass and reaching out for his hand, slowly put it inside her terry cloth towel, pressing it against one vibrantly naked breast.
"A young man like you needs an ... an older girl, Eddie, my love," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the delicious, clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin. "A ... a girl more my age ... in fact ... a girl I know very well."
Short of being mummified, Eddie could only gape at her! She was holding his hand tight against the softly yielding warmth of her naked breast, and he wondered crazily if the smooth mound of pliant flesh might not burn a hole right into his palm! Christ! He didn't know what to think, let alone do! Her naked, soft, hot tit right in his hand! Jesus, oh Jesus! Mrs. Dexter, the doll every guy on the street would give his left nut just to touch. Oh, Jesus, he'd never been so turned on his whole life, and if he didn't keep a lid on the explosion, he just might blow his wad right there and ruin everything!
Ann found her own use of words catching in her throat! God, she'd never done anything the equal of this in her life ... but it was a bit late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't it? What should she do with him? Oooohhh ... did she want to suck him? He was so young and so handsome... and ... and it, his young splendor, had to be the same! It was an integral part of him ... his beautiful teenage cock ... his youthfully sweet sperm ...!
"Y-You haven't really answered me, Eddie, baby ... about a girl my age ..." she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.
"I-I said ... I didn't know ..."
"Do ... do you want to find out, baby?"
He swallowed hard, his young Adam's apple intensively working. "Yes ... if you want to ...!"
The licentiously flushed young wife sensed a chill of rapture prickle over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge at the front of his jeans. She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped one hand down to touch his cock with an exploring, caressing feel, whispering, "Ah yes, you do like me, darling. I can tell by how hard your cock is!"
Eddie gasped out, his muscular, young teenage body uncontrollably jerking at the contact of her caressing hand with his swollen stalk of male hardness. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace the elongated outline of his throbbing cock with a gentle touch, the sudden fear that he might shoot-off right there in his shorts sending a shudder over his youthful frame.
"Wh-What're you going to do?" he blurted, writhing excitedly beneath her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.
"I'm going to love it for you, doll!" the near-naked Ann lewdly whispered, dropping from the chair onto her knees and gently spreading his strong young legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. "You want me to, and I want to!" She looked up at him, her frenzied blue eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You ... you do want me to, don't you Eddie?"
"Uggghhh ... yes, you know I do!"
God, she'd had no idea that a boy of his age would have such a length and thickness! She caught hold of both his hands and placed them inside the towel, molding them to her tingling, hardened nippled breasts as she knelt between his legs! She pulled open the towel, loosening the knot so that any slight tug would make it come undone, then she began to unzip his fly! Unbuttoning the Levi's at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them down, then she began to work inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead of lowering those immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the swollen heat of his virile young cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic hair of his lean loins!
"Oh ... oh damn, Mrs... . Ann!" he chokingly whimpered, his ardent young hands excitedly clutching her full ripened breasts.
"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he did, revealing the climactic delight of his entire, sensually inflamed young cock and balls completely exposed to her in their own lustful, fired state! God, what a handsome young cock! Teenage? Who would believe that, if it were all they saw of him? It was so long and so thick, yet white and unscarred, its bluish veins transparent within the sleek, hot jacket of its foreskin! And his sperm-filled youthful balls ... so delicately fringed with softly curling dark hair, a virtue-destroying sight to any normal red-blooded American woman! He was breath-taking!
The fiery head ... only the end ... of his throbbing cock protruded from its encasing sleeve of tender skin. A tiny droplet of pearl-like liquid clung to its tipped slit, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows over the piano, and Ann almost insanely wondered if her husband ever knew of the erotic descriptions he'd so graphically reported in his interviews. Nothing could describe this delectable teenage beauty, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that illusive drop!
Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste-buds, and her love-starved pussy began to spontaneously seethe with hot, liquid secretions of inner passion. Briefly, she realized that no description could ever catch the true aspect of a woman's feelings. How could any man know what a man's cock tasted like to a woman ... specifically a boy cock, or how it felt to a girl, hot and hard and beating like a frightened heart in her saliva-moistened mouth? How could he ever know what she thought as she sucked him, desiriously slaved with masochistic thirst to draw the raging semen from the depths of his secret parts, knowing that she possessed him -- that he belonged totally to her at that very moment! Only a passion fired female could possibly know or make another woman understand the climactic upheaval that took place inside her when a swollen cock hotly squirted its delicious, boiling cum into her mouth ... sweet and thick, flooding her throat as she tried to swallow it away! Her husband could never know those blissful moments, not really ... nor could he describe them in his research, but she could, she pruriently reasoned, beginning to swab her tiny tongue over the smooth swollen tip of Eddie's naked young cock, at the same time working its youthful foreskin up and down its rigid hardness knowingly with several clasping fingers. Yes, God yes, she must remember every single instant of this precious moment ...!
"Holy balls!" Eddie gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-eagled position, watching her warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his cock, taking its entire head into the soft liquid heat of her hot mouth. It couldn't be happening ... not Ann ... sucking his cock! But ... but she was! Goddamn, yes ... swallowing it right up into her butter-like mouth while he clutched her beautiful tits and long blonde hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!
He grunted, like a lousy kid, he thought, but uncontrollably and thrusting his lean, teenage loins in a responsive action upward at her wetly ovalled lips! He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as she sucked back up off of it! Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her tiny tongue lashing and caressing as she nursed its viriley throbbing hardness. He watched, lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in a little bit more of it, until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat!
Against his clutching hands he felt the warm fleshy resilience of her breasts overflowing his spanning fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and down above his middle, the hot sucking shelter of her fluid mouth like a vacuum siphoning the depths of his balls! Cumsville! That's what it was! Cumsville, and damned soon for him; he couldn't help himself! He'd never had anything like this! Slipping it into his girlfriend's tight cunt was wild, he'd thought, but to have it sucked by a beautiful girl ... a woman like Ann Dexter ...! Oh Christ, she was cupping his balls with one warm hand ... gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, like as if she were milking them ...!
"Uuuugggnhhh ... it's going to cum... pretty soon now ...!" he groaned, feeling the hot, boiling torment deep in his groin and belly. "Y-You want my ... my handkerchief ...?"
"Uhn uhn ...!" she negatively grunted around his glistening hardness stuffing her voraciously sucking mouth. And then she began to work harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for! Holy shit! Was she going to let him shoot off right in there?
Ann's excited belly and feverishly taxed loins were an inferno of intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act ... thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his youth and her forbidden seduction of him could fire to such heated points. The delicious, sweet raciness of his virile teenage cock was sweeping her toward the wildest orgasm she could possibly have imagined! She almost smiled ... did, inwardly, at the offer of his hanky. God, what did he think she was madly working her ass off for, if not the gushing hotness of his boy cum flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? Oooohhh, just the lust pleasing thought was enough!
The ardently sucking young wife, masochistic sensations churning inside her at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, reached down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to insert a soothing finger into the sensitive wet flesh between her swollen cunt lips!
Oooooo ... it felt so good! The blonde, near-naked beauty passionately tensed to the caressing strokes of her own outstretched finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clitoris as more intensified feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body! Ooooooo ... so beautiful ... if only it could go on forever...! But God, she had to hurry now ... Carl would be coming home ... and he just might not understand!
Eddie gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the blonde-haired young wife sucking him off, his young brain enveloped in a semi-coma of youthful lust. She was still warmly milking his balls with her little white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every upsuck! He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, pushing the wetly glistening rod of hardness up and into her lust-contorted beautiful face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder! He saw her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own cunt! Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then she was nipping his sensitive head with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with new sensations! Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her scraping suck and a plum purple at its smooth rubbery tip! Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of it vanished between her moistened lips, his cock head going right back into her hungrily working throat!
Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock knob vibrate and jerk like a bell to its clapper! He squeezed and pulled at the soft pliant flesh of her breast, those nipple hardened full warm mounds and then he sensed it ... the gnawing rage deep in his balls!
He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he could see her lovely, perspiring face stuffed full with his wetly glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious lips being pulled out, their moist inner flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating cock as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her obscene sucking! He shoved his loins up tighter to her eager face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out!
"Aggghhh ... here ... here! Fuck! It's cumming, Mrs... . suck it ...! Oooohhh!" he blurted, writhing his lean young hips as he tangled his hands in her long, dangling tresses to hold her there, while the boiling sperm erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her voraciously sucking mouth!
His frantic teenage cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding Ann's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy sperm which bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt! Passionately she swallowed, moaning around his pumping young cock as her fingers furiously fucking into her widespread cunt set off her own insane climax! She plunged her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her very feverish pussy! In complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clitoris while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his deflating hardness ... at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips ...
"I-I'll take that handkerchief now, Eddie," she half-whispered, her exposed naked body revealed to him, her full pointed breasts rising and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm.
He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her sultry blue eyes level with his-in an unashamed, open expression as they reached his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too. Man, she was some hell of a woman, all right ... the kind a guy could fall ass over arm in love with! She was beautiful ... all of her ... every inch!
"The handkerchief, baby?" she repeated, smiling slightly with her lips glistening with his very own cum! Clumsily he fumbled with his lowered pants, trying to get into a pocket, then handing it to her.
She stood and knotted the towel around her naked body once more, brushing her lips with the boy's handkerchief, a thousand thoughts still running crazily through her mind, but always with an eye to the door; Carl would be home soon. At last she said, "I have to get dressed, darling. My husband, Carl, will be back any second. This will be our little secret, won't it, honey? And it doesn't have to be the last time, does it?"
"Oh, no way, Mrs. Dexter ... ah, Ann. To answer your question -- yes, I think what I need is a girl your age. Somebody who doesn't blush every time you talk about sex. Your husband is a very lucky man, Ann."
"Thank you, Eddie," she said softly, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket, then leaned close, kissing him on the mouth. "I only wish he appreciated me as much as you do."
It occurred to her then that this young boy had given her something her own husband had failed to give, a realization which made her smile. How could she feel any guilt if that were the case?
Chapter 4
A rare occasion, though it did happen on miscalculated brainstorms. Dr. Carl Dexter, genius, researcher, sociologist, possessor of numerous Ph.D.'s -- all attested to by the bronze plaques lining his office wall -- did not have the facts to substantiate his theorized findings! How it happened, he wasn't certain. All he knew was that today was Friday and this crucial report was due to his grant sponsors by the middle of next week. Christ, it would take the entire weekend to mull through the interviews again, and try to decipher what quirk or misgiving of society had caused a great many females to turn to others of the same sex for companionship and sex. Had it anything to do with the population boom or zero population growth? Or was it just a mutant fiber in the moral structure of today's society?
Sure, he could guess and make up facts and plagiarize other researchers, but his ethical reputation would not allow that. So again, he flipped through the files of subjects who'd volunteered their time and openness to be interviewed, revealing the most intimate facts of their sexual lives.
During the initial interviews, he'd had each subject fill out a card indicating whether they were homosexual, heterosexual, or both -- meaning bi-sexual. And what he needed now was a good juicy bisexual woman to cement his theory that women today are more interested in having careers and remaining single, rather than getting married and having children; all of this due to human's genetic code which is telling them, subconsciously of course, to stop having children, that the world is starving itself and choking itself from over population. Thus, sex is no longer contingent on having children, sex for the sake of sex being a more popular attitude.
Oh shit! A bunch of gobbledygook with nothing to prove it! Dr. Dexter scratched his balding head and, leaning back in his reclining desk chair, lifted his feet to rest on the window sill overlooking the student union, reaching for his Meerschaum pipe and cherry tobacco. Well, maybe he could conduct another interview this weekend; certainly Ann wouldn't mind. Now to find the right woman, that was the thing.
Still puffing on his aromatic tobacco, he swiveled on his coaster-legged desk chair to the filing cabinet and from the second drawer marked "Interviews -- Initial", pulled out the file with "Homosexual -- Female" written in bold letters. Stooping over, knees spread, he flipped through the folder, never breaking the rhythmical puffing on his pipe. "Hmmmm," escaped a throaty hum in his voice.
Valerie Barren, female, age 23, occupation -- stripper! Hey, now that was the kind of proof he needed! His eyes squinted behind his gold-rimmed glasses as he tried to remember Valerie. Slowly, the image of the dark-haired vixen carnified before his mind's eye. Jesus! How could he have forgotten her?!
Yes, it was all coming back now. At the time of the initial interview he remembered thinking she had to be the epitome of a profoundly sensual woman. Not that his own Ann didn't have all the physical qualifications, even more so than Valerie ... Christ, there was a girl with a body that wouldn't quit ... but what good was it if you didn't know how to use it? ... and there was no doubt in his mind but what that stripper would be a wildcat in bed. Now, wait a minute, Dr. Dexter, don't go getting carried away with your work again, he thought with a sly sensuous smile.
But damn it! he snapped his fingers. In his lifetime he'd never seen a doll so hot. Maybe she didn't have the quality of voluptuous curves that Ann possessed, but they were damned sure of the same quality. Shit, he could almost feel the firm smoothness of her softly rounded tit right in his hot hand, and she had one of the most inviting, tightest looking little asses swelling out behind that he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd seen plenty during those initial interviews when he'd call Ann and tell her he'd be late at the office.
Maybe some time he'd go down to Broadway and watch her act -- the one she did on stage, that is -- and watch her display her wares. He bet she'd get into some ball tingling, lewd stances she'd strain to get into that would make him blow his wad right there before anybody had a chance to make him pay the cover charge. Carl leaned back in the desk chair and imagined Valerie Barren bending over straight-legged with her tautly ovaled ass cheeks smack dab facing his front row table so that the feathers of her costume brushed and tickled the end of his nose. Maybe she'd stoop and face him, swinging her long dark hair in lewd circles so that it swooped over the stage floor until her white young tits nearly popped out of their wispy halter! But best of all she'd squat, with knees widespread so that he could actually see the outline of her puffy little cunt all snug and mouth-watering up there between her shapely legs, even in the dim light of the stage.
But Jesus, how could he get to know her with Ann in the house? Ann ... If only she could get a little more with it in their lovemaking. Oh, she always got hot enough at the start, but he knew without asking her that she couldn't cum, which was nothing but failing to let her libido go so that she could throw her beautiful ass into it full-fledged without feeling guilty. An old theory that proved true every time. But if that's the way it was, he wasn't going to complain. The luscious woman had everything else in the world going for her, and he knew what his offered security meant to her since her father died. Hell, she'd latched onto him the moment she set her eyes on him back there on campus, letting him know how it was with her by spreading those pretty legs the very first night. Christ, how she'd whimpered and squirmed, and how he'd socked the old cock to her ... until she'd just lain there half crying and laughing when it was over, she was so happy. After that it got more intense, he remembered, until finally their meetings for lunch and making out under the campus oak grove got to be too much for the Dean of Women who'd made it her business to spy them out, just because she was so damned horny herself. Well, that's the way it was from the very beginning, the way he always said it should be, and he could damned well remember how jubilant he'd been just to see her sincere happiness, after waiting so damned long and sneaking out with professor's wives.
It occurred to the professor then, how she'd come on the other night! Christ, he'd almost forgotten about that! She'd said something about wanting to suck it, hadn't she? Sure as hell had! He'd poured away plenty of booze, he recalled, but hell, she kept filling his glass every time he turned around, almost as though she wanted him to get loaded. Goddamn, she'd said it all right ... wanted to suck him off! Well now, he was just going to cultivate that program right soon, he lustfully decided, feeling the immediate responsive swelling of his long heavy cock. Maybe that's what she needed to really turn her on, and goddamn, he was all for it ...!
The phone snapped him out of his reverie.
"No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Dexter is not here," he lied. "... Instant Press? Okay, I'll have her give a call the beginning of next week."
Damn phone! Just when he was getting into some real heart-throbbing thought! Well ... as long as the spell was broken, might as well get down to business.
"397-8294," he muttered around the stem of his pipe tightly clenched between his teeth. "Hope to hell she's home."
* * *
Friday afternoon and Ann Dexter was all thumbs with her typing that afternoon as she worked at the small desk near the window in the Medical Center office. Carl had promised a short day, maybe four hours at most, since Dr. Everett had sequestered himself in the Medical Library where he was, at that very moment, mulling over the Chapman Report, Master's and Johnson and even going so far back as the 1960's reports of Dr. Kinsey, et al. His absence proved a blessing for the young blonde whose mind just couldn't seem to stick to the subject. Or was the subject too sticky? Oh, God, she didn't know!
She erased the "m," brushing off the eraser debris with the brush end of the eraser, and typed in an "n." Minutes dragged on, and still her fingers wouldn't loosen, and all because of that fifteen year old boy! He'd satisfied some of her hunger, anyway! At least now she had the enchanting young masculine beauty of Eddie, the Instant Press boy, at hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication on her part, and he was the most lovable, eatable lamb in the world! Except, next time, she intended to further his manly education another way! And lastly, the frustration of last night's abortive lovemaking had left her high and dry. Carl had been too tired the night before to pump enough blood into his loins to get his huge cock up and keep it there! She'd been ready for him, though, still convinced that if he and 'it' became numb enough, myriad of erotic sensations could happen to her, but the old lover-boy had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of his consumed fatigue, finally snoring, and she'd covered him with the blanket, the poor old bastard, and kissed him goodnight, then fallen into her passionate thoughts.
They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to satisfy them had been almost unbearable. Once, she'd nearly awakened Carl to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless... and at last, she'd slept. Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon awakening this morning! The tiny imps with the sensuous forks were still alive in the soft belly and hungry loins of her young needing body.
God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture seeping from between her pussy lips! She'd have to change her panties ...!
And ... on the other side of the wall, in the wood-walled privacy of his office, Dr. Carl Dexter was half-whispering into the tightly clutched telephone receiver, hoping to hell his wife wouldn't come bursting into his office with some stupid question about her typing like, "Where does this arrow point to?" God no! Not when he was talking to Valerie Barren!
On the other end of the line, a softly spoken voice trilled, "Oh, Dr. Dexter, I'd love to talk to you some more. You're such an ... an understanding man, so sweet and undemanding." A slight pause during which Carl had the feeling the stripper was probably staring at herself in the mirror, in the nude more than likely, or maybe playing with herself on the bed? Jesus, he didn't know, but whatever it was that made her voice sound like that, it sure as hell was sexy!
"Uh, Miss Barren, we ... we're in kind of a rush with a report we're drawing up for our grant sponsors, so ... so if we could get together sometime soon ... like today or tomorrow maybe ..."
"Oooh, that sounds wonderful," she purred, "but I have to work late this afternoon. I have a new job down at Big Don's Do-Do ... Oh, I wish you could come in and see my act, Dr. Dexter. I'm sure you'd learn a lot about me if you could watch me real close ..."
"Why, Valerie, I'd love to!" The Doctor straightened immediately, the furrows on his forehead fading as a tight smile dimpled his cheeks.
"This afternoon? Could you make it this afternoon?" Valerie's voice became a higher soprano with each syllable.
"I'll see you this afternoon then. Maybe we can talk or have a drink if you're not too busy."
"Beautiful ..."
Silently, he replaced the hot receiver back on the cradle and pushed the buzzer that connected to Ann's desk on the other side of the wall ...
In his typical furrowed voice, he was once again Dr. Carl Dexter, all business. "Ann, I'm going out for a little while this afternoon. Think you can handle things?"
"Sure," was her curt reply.
"See you at home then, baby."
Click.
"Baby?" Ann wrinkled her nose in disgust, thinking, who the hell does he think he is? Lover boy? What a joke!
Chapter 5
Following the exact directions from the gas station attendant, Carl found no difficulty in locating the place. Right on Broadway, just as the man said. It was small from the outside, decorated with bright neon lights that flickered even now in the late afternoon. A man dressed in a red velvet suit spotted him coming and started calling to him, gesturing with his arm to wave him in.
How nice of Valerie to tell them I'm coming he thought, and quickened his pace.
"Sir, step right in and see some nasty action!" the gauchely dressed man hissed, at the same time grabbing the doctor by the arm. "No cover, sir, special deal for you. Are you a tourist in town? Be sure to get one of our postcards to send home to the wifey, huh?" he nudged. "Special deal ... just buy two drinks and the rest of the treats are on the house. Hey, hey! Such a deal!"
Before the stunned professor could even open his mouth to tell the sweaty-smelling, liquor-breathed man that he was a friend of Valerie's, two nakedly attired girls in sequined G-strings and bras grabbed him, one by each arm and escorted him into the dark interior of Valerie Barren's house of employ.
"Right this way, honey," the redhead directed, walking faster now, making the rhinestone and silver bracelets making her arms jingle, the heady scent of her lilac perfume building pressure in his sinuses till he thought for sure he'd sneeze.
"What can I get you to drink, doll," the blonde on his left wanted to know. "Gotta buy two drinks a set, baby. What'd ya want?" Her voice was thick and husky, obviously a chain smoker from the sound of her voice, and a heavy drinker from the smell of it. "Well, I got other men to take care of. What'll it be?"
"A ... a scotch on the rocks, please." He hated scotch but it was the only thing he could think of in his confused desperation. Brawny hands, blue veined and cold looking, pushed at his chest, easing him into the front row chair, just feet away from the empty stage.
"That's a couple bucks extra for the front row," croaked the redhead holding out her hefty palm. "And two bucks for the first round unless you want to buy one for the waitress, then it's only a buck and a half. Think you can swing it, big boy?"
With cold, stiff fingers, Carl reached for his wallet and handed her a five dollar bill which she grabbed from his hand and, with a sneer of her ruby red lips, sauntered off, calling, "thanks for the ball bustin' tip, honey," over her shoulder.
One by one, drunken sailors and gauchely dressed 'Super Flys' sauntered in, gradually filling the room to half full. Next to him a table of Minneapolis-Honeywell executives in their white shoes and polyester plaid jackets and contrasting pants, sat drinking steins of beer. He could tell who they were by the yellow happy face convention tags that read, "Happy Day From Honeywell!" and below, "Please to meet you, I'm ______________________" In the typical husband-away-from-wife attitude, they talked dirty and tried to buy the redheaded waitress until the price became a sore point and she spilled a full mug of beer on the fat one in the middle, then they shut up.
Carl stared at the stage, trying to figure out what was on it, and he thought he saw a bed before he was distracted by a couple being seated on the table on the other side of him. Jesus, he didn't know men actually brought their wives into places like this! He crossed his arms over his chest and took another sip of his scotch, wondering just what kind of show Valerie would put on. God, if women were allowed in here, it couldn't be too risque.
He tried to listen to the conversation of the couple next to him. A rather striking young girl accompanied by a tall man with a Texas accent, they were tourists, most likely from the way they talked. Carl was trying to listen in the conversation of the couple, certain that he'd heard the man say something about 'fucking' to the girl with him, but Carl scolded himself for having such lewd thoughts. Damn, ever since that phone conversation with Valerie that was all he could think about.
Carl had ordered his second drink when the lights in the place dimmed even lower than they already had been. "I guess the show is going to start at last," he said quietly to himself, absent-mindedly.
At first he thought the show was going to be a play, as the stage was outfitted like a bedroom in an ordinary house and he mused to himself, I didn't know the girl was an actress. Just a few feet away from where he sat was an old fashioned brass bed, turned at a slight angle to face them. To one side was an end table, and toward the back of the set was a large chest of drawers. Next to it was a doorway, and it was closed. Nothing happened for several moments, and Carl was beginning to wonder why, when some light, rhythmic music began to play. At almost the same moment, the door to the back of the stage opened, and a beautiful young girl, whom he instantly recognized as Valerie, walked on stage. Much to his surprise, the girl was fully dressed, and Carl shifted in his seat, a bit disappointed. God, but she was a honey, with her long dark hair and delicate features ... a little Spanish or Italian in her blood maybe?
He crossed his arms over his chest and waited, taking sips of his scotch which was just beginning to have a slight dulling affect on his brain. It would be kind of wicked fun to watch a burlesque show, he thought, while his wife was slaving over his work. He sat back in his seat to make himself more comfortable. He knew that there were many strip shows along Broadway, and he wondered if there was anything spectacular about this place that made Valerie want to work here. Maybe Valerie had suggested he come to catch her act just to bring in the bucks ... maybe she got a cut. He felt a little disappointed at the prospect, yet at the same time, he was anxious as hell for her to take off those clothes she was wearing.
Valerie walked around the bedroom set as though she had just come home from work, and she wasn't moving in time to the music like most strippers. Instead, she just began to remove her clothes like any girl her age might do, and the only thing that made her different was the fantastic shape of her sensual young body. Her inky hair was silky and long, tied back in a ponytail style, and as she removed her dress, she had to swing the long strand of hair out of the way. There was something about the way she moved that gave her the appearance of feline sensuality, and she was almost purring as her dress came off over her head. Her under garments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that her breasts were round and full. At last he'd get to see them! She turned her head in his direction, and he meekly raised his hand in a timid wave. God, wouldn't it be wonderful if she's see him and wave back? Heads would turn then! But she didn't. Oh well, maybe the lights were blinding her.
Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation within, and then she reached behind her back to unfasten the lacy bra. It fell away from her luscious body like it was propelled by breasts strapped in too tightly, and the white smooth skin of her firm full breasts shone dazingly in the bright stage lights. They were as magnificent as any imagination would have them, and after setting her bra down on the chest of drawers, she rubbed her palms over the tips of the tiny brown nipples, in such a way as to instantly make them rise into hardness.
Carl giggled to himself as he watched the young girl on the stage. Christ, but she was a beauty and from the feeling down there between his legs, his cock thought so, too. But it surprised him to see the girl act so innocent of the audience that was but a few feet away, and when the girl took her bra off in such a casual manner, Carl felt his heart leap to his throat. Damn! He was so close to Valerie that he felt that he could reach out and touch her, and if that was true for him, then it was also true for the Texan sitting at the table next to her. He felt embarrassed for Valerie having all these strangers watching her and he wondered if she'd ever had any problems with men jumping on stage and attacking her. Damn them if they did!
The rest of the room was in near or total darkness, but his table was bathed in light from the stage. She turned on stage and began walking around with her breasts pointing straight out, naked for all to see, and what made him even more crazy with lust, was the fact that all the girl had left on were think black stockings held up by a black lace garter belt around her slim waist. Thank God she still had her black panties on which she seemed to be leaving alone, or he just might have to slither out to the men's room with a red face!
Shifting his position in the chair, Cal picked up his glass of scotch and nervously drained it. Robot-like, the redheaded waitress came by and picked it up before he could tell her he didn't care for another. Looking up, he gasped aloud at the sight of a dark, tall man who, charged onto the stage. He was carrying a briefcase which he held up threateningly at the girl, who began laughing.
My God, was this for real? Well, it had to be part of the show. They sure as hell wouldn't let just anybody on stage with a woman like that.
And then ...
The waitress set down a full shot of scotch -- no ice this time -- and hissed, "Two bucks please, plus tip." Oh damn, she was blocking his view, too, he slapped three bucks on her tray and waved her aside, coughing from her overpowering flower perfume. Damn, now he missed what they were saying!
Jesus, what the hell was that man doing to his Valerie? Christ Almighty, he had overpowered her and was holding her arm behind her naked back and taking some short lengths of rope from the briefcase. Everything seemed to be happening at lightning speed, and the next thing he saw, the girl was bent over the brass rail of the foot of the bed, and the man was tightening her wrists with pieces of rope. With quick movements, the man tied the other ends of the ropes on the brass stead at the head end of the bed, and Valerie's arms were held squarely, her belly pressing against the rail at the foot of the bed. My God! Should he jump and help her?
The man was around behind her in a flash, and he rapidly tied her ankles wide apart, each fastened to the rear legs of the bed. Carl was completely awed by the sight before him! The girl was like a prisoner of her bed, her beautiful young body held tightly against the metal pipe, and was bent forward over the mattress so that her full jutting breasts pointed straight down at the mattress. Her arms were pulled parallel with the bed, and she was bent over as though her buttocks were a target. Carl took a deep sip of his scotch, wincing at the acrid taste and summarized the situation. Obviously, Valerie suffered from some persecution complex that she'd allow herself to be treated in such a dehumanizing, despicable manner. No self-pride, she couldn't have.
With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked highly vulnerable to anything the man might do, and Carl felt himself shaking with fear and concern for the young girl who obviously was in for something unpleasant, judging from the sinister look on the man's face. All sorts of images flashed through his brain, and he drank a large full gulp of his scotch in an effort to calm his nerves. He crossed his legs, hoping to quell the stirrings down there.
Valerie was whimpering realistically now, as if she was actually afraid of the man on the stage with her. Damn, it had to be part of the act! Certainly City Ordinances wouldn't allow anything harmful to happen on stage, even in a place like this, which he'd purposely neglected to define, knowing it was a front for a whore house.
Concerned, Carl twisted nervously in the chair while the bizarre sights in front of him continued. The man on stage was grinning lewdly at the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for mercy. It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipation. Carl grinned to himself. Hell, it's only an act; he wouldn't hurt Valerie. But when the man grabbed at her panties, and with one very vicious tug, pulled the filmy material from her body, he was tempted to jump on stage and rescue her.
"Please, don't!" Valerie pleaded, her big dark eyes widening in fright. She was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as a result of her struggle, a movement which did not escape the watchful eye of Dr. Dexter. The twin, moon-shaped globes were round and shapely, standing out clearly in the frame of her black stockings and garter belt. The torn threads of panties fell to the floor of the stage, where the man stood behind the girl, and he pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making her yelp in discomfort. He laughed at her swift response, then shoving his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to suddenly bury his fingers in the dark triangle of her curly pubic hair.
My God, what was he doing to his Valerie? Carl felt his heart pounding at a mile a minute, as he realized that he might be witnessing the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed -- his research subject! Well, they sure as hell would have something to talk about this time! That man torturing her had to be a sadist, no two ways about it. God, he wanted to jump up there and slug that man! He had to be a sicky dressed in that costume.
He was a spot of black on stage, wearing black tight pants and a black shirt left open at the collar, but it wasn't his dress that gave him the sinister appearance. He had an obvious scar on his right cheek, a wide red slash that could only have come from a knife fight. His eyes flashed with rapid rabbit-like glances as he eyed the helpless girl, and his mouth was curled up at the corners in a sneer. The culprit seemed completely oblivious to the girl's screams as he dug his fingers in her naked pussy, as if trying to determine if the girl was really ready for him. Turning slightly, he moved quickly toward the black briefcase he had carried on stage with him, and when he pulled his right hand from inside it, he held a small, black whip. In spite of its small size, the whip looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making a loud crack with the tiny leather tip of it.
Carl practically jumped out of his chair at the sound of the cracking whip, and his heart was beating so damned fast, he could feel it in his throat. Christ, he was going to beat Valerie! Carl sat breathless as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was difficult for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with anxiety.
"Ohhhh, don't do that to me!" she wailed in her high soprano trill, but her pleas were interrupted with the whip slapping down across her naked buttocks.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the blow, Valerie's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to pull herself free from the restraining bonds. She was securely tied, and there was no escape for her. The man raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Oooohhhh, don't hurt your Valerie!" thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Carl felt like every nerve and muscle in his body was tense as the man again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the club, and the patrons seemed to remain so very quiet that no breathing was heard. Another red welt ran parallel on the white cheeks of her sensuous buttocks, but her cries for mercy had turned to helpless, incoherent whimperings.
"Jesus!" muttered the doctor to himself, feeling his forehead bead with perspiration, he wiggled in his seat and emptied his glass of scotch. It's just an act, he reminded himself; no reason to get so upset. He made a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of this S-M act, but the subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings From hell. Then, as though he had been imagining all that preceded, Carl was shocked by the sudden change in Valerie's voice. It was as though she was actually enjoying the painful whipping the man was giving her, and tiny drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's open thighs.
The girl's buttocks were just a few feet away from where Carl was seated, and he could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy. Damn, but it was beautiful! It was lubricating fluid from her cunt! Carl couldn't believe it, but there was no denying what he could see with his own eyes! The girl's whimpering had changed to moans of real pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if to entice the man to strike her again and again. Carl drank down the watered scotch from the melting ice cubes in his glass as he felt a strange growing sensation in his loins. Damn, it was happening again! Something about the bizarre actions of the girl and man on-stage made his nerves tingle with the same excitement he had felt when Valerie first appeared on stage. It was almost as if he could feel her sensuous hands running up and down his inner thighs, and his cock throbbed in the direction of the stage. He tried to close his mind to the realization of his excitement, but he couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that seemed to grow with each passing moment. In spite of the terrible shame he felt for having become excited by some goddamned sadistic, he couldn't help but inch his fingers down toward the growing bulge in his pants. He wriggled so that his chair was directly under his semi-circle single table, nervously watching to see if the Texan or his girl friend next to him was watching. Just a little finger-tip stroke wouldn't hurt anything, and he'd stop if it got out of control. Damn, but it felt good. Although the man on stage was still half turned away from his line of vision, Carl couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in the crotch of his tight black pants, too.
"Oooooh! Uuuuuggggh!" moaned Valerie, and then she raised her red, striped buttocks up for another blow from the man's whip. The man was looking at her with a lusting glazed expression of lewd vulgarity, and he came down hard with the whip, releasing the whole thing so that it flew across the stage, to land on the floor. Carl followed the whip with his eyes, and when he returned her gaze to the man, he felt a new excitement, seeing him loosening his belt holding up his pants. Hot damn! If this scene got any juicier, Carl decided he'd apply for another grant and study these strange people who delighted in hurting one another!
"Hurry, baby! I want it now! Please fuck me, honey!" Valerie shouted out at the man behind her. He pulled his shirt off over his head without loosening the buttons, and then he dug his fingers into the top of his pants. Carl watched in lewd fascination as the man pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing any undergarments, and as the black material cleared his hips, a rigid column of flesh sprang suddenly straight out from the dark tangle of his exposed pubic hair. His gigantic cock was throbbing red in the bright stage lighting, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked big enough to fill two people the size of Valerie Barren! The giant head was throbbing, and Carl could see tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated slit at the end. The blood filled veins lining the length of the huge column of hardened male flesh seemed to grow with pumping liquid as the man kicked his pants clear of his feet. He stood behind the girl, his naked body appearing white next to the black stockings which covered the girl's legs. He held his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened cock was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass-cheeks. He stroked his cock for a short moment, standing in such a way that the girl had a hard time looking back at him.
Jesus Christ! Carl thought, giving his own hard cock an extra pet, I can't believe this! This is a hell of a lot better than those damned interviews! This is first hand! God, but I wish I had a camera.
"Fuck her in the ass!"
Carl was shocked by the words spit into the blackness of the nightclub, and in spite of his revulsion, he turned to see who had spoken them. These fucking Texans, though Carl, glancing at the tall man at the table next to him who was pounding his fist on the small semi-circle in front of him. And his girlfriend seemed to agree -- that's what truly baffled the doctor. The tourists -- the big Texan and the small girl -- were holding onto each other as if they were the only people in the whole place, and for an instant, Carl thought the Texan was going to throw his girl friend on the floor and start lashing her with his belt, the way he was going at it! At this point, Carl decided, nothing short of a murder would surprise him!
Quickly, he turned his attention back to the stage, not wanting to miss any of the action -- nor did he want to raise the ire of the big-mouth Texan by staring too long. What he saw when he looked at the stage, then, was the girl's naked buttocks spread wide so that her anus was completely visible to the audience. The elastic like ring of flesh seemed to pucker out and in, a brownish pink little hole just waiting to be filled. It didn't seem possible! Carl was stunned at the thought of all of this happening right there on stage just feet away.
The man on stage bent over, his face close to the tiny throbbing mouth, and he let a large drop of spittle fall from his lips to land on the puckered little mouth.
"Yes, oh baby, do it! Fuck me in the ass!" Valerie groaned, her words shocking Carl more than from the Texan, as he'd never heard of a girl actually wanting it there before. Yet, the girl did seem to welcome it, even wanted it, and she was quickly squirming her buttocks backward toward the man as an added emphasis to her wishes.
"Uuuuggghh! Yessssss!" she grunted as the man worked his middle finger into the tight, visibly sucking passage of her rectum. His finger sunk all the way up to his palm as he wormed it into the tight, clinging tunnel, and she screamed from rising pleasure rather that from pain.
Carl felt a tiny pulsing sensation in his cock at the thought of sticking his own finger into the girl's anus. He watched with lewd wonder as the man teased his finger in and out of the rhythmically sucking flesh, and the girl wriggled her naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand making deep moaning sounds of pleasure. At the same time, the man held his erect cock with his other hand, stroking it with the motions of his finger working in her gradually expanding anal passage.
The entire room was completely silent now, except for the clattering of glasses at the bar and for periodic sounds of heavy breathing, and Carl was frozen to his chair as he couldn't take his eyes from the lusting couple performing just a few feet in front of him. The couple at the other table were close to one another, as if they had all the privacy in the world, and Carl kept his eyes away from them out of fear of seeing something that might set off his spurting cum! The action of the man and girl on the stage was bad enough, without more stimulation to drive him crazy!
On stage now, the man pulled his finger from the girl's anus with a quick jerking movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage, and Carl couldn't help noticing that his cock had grown to tremendous size.
The purple head seemed to visibly throb with his excitement, and he cruelly dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks cheeks, pulling them wide apart in preparation for the greater entry to come. He shoved his hips forward until the great bulbous head was in contact with the tight, quivering little anus of Valerie Barren. The girl still continued to wriggle her buttocks back as best she could within the limits of her restraining bonds. She was completely vulnerable to the man's assault, yet she acted like she wanted his cock inside her ass! It was difficult for Carl to imagine any woman preferring to be fucked in the ass, if given the choice, but that's just what was happening up there on the stage!
The thick head of the man's blood filled cock was pushing hard against the tiny brown-pink hole, and the elastic flesh was mechanically resisting the entry of the huge male column. Carl felt sweat forming on his brow again as he thought about how the girl must be feeling a great deal of discomfort back there in her back passage, but then like a magical door had been opened, the man's great cock popped up inside the girl's anus.
Hot damn! This show was getting better by the second! He just might have himself another scotch and water. Giving his throbbing cock another little stroke, he waved down the redheaded waitress, pointing to his empty glass. She nodded and headed for the bar to fill his order. Even that buxom waitress was beginning to take on delightful proportions in the doctor's eyes.
"Aaaaagggh! Oooooohhh!" Valerie screamed in discomfort as her anus was stretched to the hugest proportions of the man's cock. Carl thought the head of his thick cock was like a pole wrapped with a tight rubber band, the girl's anus stretched and white from the unnatural entry. The man seemed totally unconcerned by the girl's screamed cries, as he suddenly thrust forward with his hips, driving his lust swollen cock an inch more into the girl's rectum.
"Aggghhh! Fuck!" she screamed, her voice sounding different now, but it served to drown out the loud gasp Carl made from her pulsating throb his heavy cock was beating in his suit pants. From where he was seated he could see the girl's legs trying to pull away from the ropes that held her ankles wide apart, and Carl knew that she was trying desperately to stop the further fucking of his huge cock into her anus. But, Valerie was helpless, and her firm young buttocks stuck out like a prize catch in her bent-over position, and the man was gladly using it for all it was worth. He thrust hard forward again, his cock fucking its half-length inside the girl's rear passage, and when she could only sob from the pain-pleasure, he fucked his cock with tremendous energy the remaining distance. His groin smashed into her buttocks cheeks with a loud slapping sound that echoed through the room, and the girl's groin was lost in the noise of the naked collision. They were locked together in the lewd, unnatural coupling, and Carl just stayed frozen to his seat, reaching into his pocket to pull out a coup}e bills for his drink that the lilac-scented lady was putting on his table. Hurriedly, he slapped a five dollar bill on the waitress' wet try and brushed her aside. Damn, he didn't want to miss any of this show!
When the waitress finally unblocked his vision, he was shocked to see that Valerie had not passed out, but was lewdly grinding her buttocks in slow rolling motions as if she was trying to reach back with it and grasp even the tangled pubic hair from his groin inside her open loins.
"My God! She likes it!" Carl thought, and he watched as the man began withdrawing his thick cock from the depths of the girl's wide-stretched rectum. The fleshy column seemed to be even longer as it came slowly out until just the head remained inside, and the ring of warm pink flesh around her anus seemed to fold out with the large cock. Holding his cock in that same position for a moment as if waiting for everyone in the audience to get a good look, the man then thrust forward, driving his cock again into the seething depths of her rectum.
Carl was nearly pulled out of his chair as he watched the girl's anus fold inward with the long thrust of the man's cock, and the girl let out a groan of pleasure as her rectum was filled with the giant cock. Damn, if only Ann would act like that when he fucked her -- just let loose and "let it all hang out," as it were. But no! She always got so damned uptight with him, and pushy, too, whimpering and carrying on like a little girl.
As the man on stage began to fuck gleefully in and out of the girl's impossibly stretched asshole, Carl could feel his own cock nearly bursting with hardness. God, he'd given anything at that moment to exchange places with that lucky man! It sent flashing electric sensations running through his body, making all the nerves twitch with excitement.
"Uuuuugggghhh! Yesssss! Fuck my ass gooooood!" the girl moaned as the man fucked his cock in and out of her burning rubbery passage with longer and harder thrusts. She was rolling her- buttocks in and undulating rhythm to match his driving cock, and the fluid from her cunt was pouring in such amounts as to run free down her inner thighs. She was like a wild animal as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the man's sperm-heavy balls.
The man on-stage was fucking in and out of the girl's anus with ever-increasing tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. The girl was screwing back her buttocks as best she could within the limits of her bonds, and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging loosely about her head, swaying as she twisted her head back and forth in opposite time to the fucking of her rectum. Her large breasts danced beneath her chest like jelly as the man fucked her anus harder and harder strokes, and the force of his fucking seemed to carry through her body to the top of her head. She was so close to an orgasm, that Carl thought she would go insane, but Carl had no idea how long the scene had been going on, or for that matter, what was happening.
Carl had, instead become transfixed by the swaying motion of the man's balls as he rocked back and forth, fucking the girl's wide-stretched anus with his cock. The hair-covered sac seemed to be filled with two lead weights, and when he fucked his cock deep inside Valerie's hot rectum, the twin balls would swing forward up between the girl's inner thighs to hit the hair covered mound of her open cunt. Damn, she was trying to get her hands to her pussy, as she struggled with the ropes tying her wrists to the front of the bed, and Carl also felt the urge to fuck his own fingers in Valerie's cunt to drive her out of her mind! God, it would be wonderful being with an uninhibited woman.
"Ooooohh! Ooooohhh! Uuuuggghhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! I ... I'm cummmmmiiing!" Valerie was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the ropes that held her to the bed as she screamed out the gigantic beginnings of her orgasm. Carl was almost sure he could see the girl's pussy sucking at air as great amounts of gushing fluid poured from the pink opening of her womb. The man almost instantly shoved his cock deeper up inside her rectum, his groin pressing so hard against the girl's buttocks that he flattened them. She continued screaming and jerking in her bent over position, begging the man to pump her rectum full of cum.
The man did as she wished, all right. With a low groan, he held her hips tightly in his hands as his cock released the stored up sperm from his balls, and it began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside the girl's rectum.
"Oooooh! Oooooohh! Fuuuuccckkk my asssssss!" she screamed, her face wildly contorted with passion.
The whole bizarre scene had become so intense that everyone in the nightclub seemed to sigh all together as the man finally jerked his hips forward and with a deep throated groan pumped his cum into the young girl's widely expanded anus. Their obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as his cum filled her rectum, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his giant cock. Each hot blast was spilled out by a loud cry of pleasure from the girl, and it seemed like the man was never going to run dry. His ass-cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis to his exploding cock deep within her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back as he strained for the exquisite pleasure of his orgasm.
Carl felt as though he might have to excuse himself, red, shame-faced from the table, if his cock didn't quit that heart throbbing beat. Jesus, he couldn't remember ever having been so big in his life! He'd give anything at that moment to exchange places with that man on stage who was fucking Valerie in the ass. He'd never done it before, and though he'd discussed the advantages and disadvantages with several subjects, he'd never thought of trying it -- until now! There had to be something to the tremendous pleasure the girl was obviously having, something that was unique to the act.
The man finished his orgasm, and as if in grand finale, he straightened up and pulled his still hardened cock from the depths of Valerie's rectum. It came out so fast, the obscene, wet sucking sound could be heard clearly, and tiny threads of white liquid clung glue-like from the tip of it to the forever-expanded hole of the girl's cum-filled anus. Then Valerie shoved her buttocks back as far as she could in an anxious effort to have his cock still inside her, but the man kept backing away from her as a sign of his refusal to give her what she wanted. Then, suddenly, he bent down to her side and ran his tongue up and down the salacious curve of her spine, making her whimper with loving passion.
Carl was still staring at the girl's trembling body when the stage lights went out. The whole room was in complete darkness for several moments, and then slowly the lighting returned to what it had been before the show had started -- soft yellow lights. Carl was still staring at the then-empty stage, his mind whirling with thoughts about what he'd witnessed.
Long after the room was nearly empty, Carl stared dumb-struck at the stage. Jesus, after seeing that show, he just had to get in touch with Valerie and have her come over to his house for another interview, even if it meant angering Ann who despised it when he worked weekends. And maybe, just maybe, he'd see what show he could get going with that doll! Jesus, after that show, he needed something!
Chapter 6
Overhead the warm sun blazed dawn like a beacon in the sky and Ann could feel its soothing warmth soaking into every pore of her sun-tanned skin. She was beginning to perspire already and her skin was dripping wet with tiny droplets of shining moisture from her brief swim in their pool. She had begun to feel dizzy from the glass of wine she'd drunk with her lunch and so had clambered back out and was now lying on her back, another glass of wine in her hand, on the soft cushions of the lounge chair, her pale pink bikini top on the ground beside her. Ann loved to sunbathe in the nude and was more than happy that their backyard was fenced so that she could luxuriate the privacy which she so coveted;
And today was Saturday, a much-needed day off from slaving over those damned interviews, she mused, taking another sip of her warm red wine. For most that is, except for Carl, who'd work every day of his life if left to his own judgment. Like today, for instance. Such a beautiful day to spend around the pool and the poor old fool was stuck indoors conducting more interviews with that stripper, Valerie Barren. Oh well, whatever turns you on! Ann took another deep gulp of the wine.
In fact, he was in his study right now talking to that dark-haired vixen. Pretty sexy woman, all right, and I'd bet anything she makes it with that dog of hers that's sniffing around the fence right now. Ann raised her head just high enough to span the row of picket fence posts separating their backyard from the Carlson's next door. I wonder what it would be like to make love to an animal, mused the blonde wife, the beating sun creating kaleidoscopic light shows behind her sunglass-covered eyes. Would it be even more exciting than sucking off Eddie, the fifteen year old?
Ann felt a distinct tingling, excited sensation crawling up through her cunt just at the thought of what she'd done with Eddie that afternoon. The voluptuous blonde lay there in the sun and sighed as she felt the mixture of alcohol and arousal spin through her bloodstream. Oh, Eddie! I wish you were here right now with me! God, how I need a cock right now! She took a greedy gulp of the warmly mellow wine and then reached down to turn on her portable radio, setting it to a loud rock-and-roll station because she needed some soul-jarring, blaring sounds to take her mind off of her yearning, aching cunt!
Damn! If only Carl was more of a husband and less of a professor! He had brains, and she liked that, but there had to be a limit to his professorial devotion. God, if she were the one who had to ask men questions about their sex life, she'd sure as hell want to find out for herself first hand! Well, that was one amenity to marrying a man like Carl; you never had to worry about another woman. Like that Valerie, that beautiful girl who was in there with him right now! How in God's name could he just sit there and talk?
Just thinking about sex was all it took, and she relaxed and lay back into the soft cushions and thought: The hell with it! I may as well be completely naked -- no one can see me here! And, damn it, I feel like being naked right now! With that she sat up, slipped her pink bikini bottoms over her tapering legs and threw the discarded garment onto the ground with her already tossed-aside bikini bra. The warm sun felt good on her smoothly firm young skin as she took another gulp from her drink and lay back once more, the loud, rollicking music from the radio invading her ears.
Soon Ann felt the tips of her fingers begin to tap against the satiny flatness of her belly in time to the rhythmic rocking music. And then tiny needlepoints of shivering, thrilling rocking sensation rippled over her as her fingers began to softly massage her own naked flesh as that same lingering image of her young lover fastened once again onto the fringes of her mind. Again she shivered, this time partly from the luridly exciting image of his fifteen year old genitals, and partly from the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across the smooth plane of her sumptuous belly. Her warmly creamy thighs were just slightly parted and she discovered that she could, by twisting her flaringly sensuous hips in a certain way, massage the distending, throbbing little tip of her sensitive clitoris!
"Mmmmm ... that feels good ... I could almost make myself cum like this ... ummmm!" she said half aloud as she continued the erotically rhythmic exercises that created such tingling, titillating sensations to ripple up from between her open thighs. Ann closed her eyes now to bask in the fond memories of her sexual encounter with Eddie and then the image of Dr. George Everett slipped in beside that of the young boy! Oh, what a fool she'd been for ever thinking she could make it with that egotistical man! Someday, maybe someday it would happen, but she would not be the one to make the first move. Eddie, now there was a male who knew how to give! Talk about getting excited! That boy could run circles around the man she'd married and George, too.
"Oh, Eddie," she moaned as the afternoon sun silently slipped relentlessly toward the horizon. Without being aware of it at first because of the alcohol cloud in her mind, Ann's fingertips had begun a slowly methodical trip up along the soft, sun-tanned flesh of her firm belly to the rising hillocks of her bountifully endowed breasts and from a seeming far distance the loud, rhythmic music of the rock and roll radio station serenaded the voluptuous blonde with a persistent, swaying rhythm that matched her own slowly moving tempo.
As if with a life of their own, her fingers delicately touched the rich, ample fullness of her ruby-crested breasts as they rose and fell in her self-induced haze of vibrantly tingling sensuality. The sensuously aroused young wife felt herself shiver excitedly as her searing, gently exploring fingertips crept back along her naked belly toward the burning moisture-drenched territory of her cunt. It was agony and it was self-inflicted, she knew, but she couldn't live without it! She had to do something ... something ... God only knew when she'd have another chance with Eddie, even though she'd found the message from Instant Press on Carl's desk yesterday. Oh, but if only he could be here! If only he could be here right now with his wonderful boy cock!
Slowly, her brain diluted and dulled by wine, she let her hand creep down to the erotically enchanting region of her blondely curling pubic triangle and felt a sublime electric thrill race over the softly tufted mound and into that erogenous region between her slowly spreading thighs, already seeping moistly with her rising passion.
"Oooooooh! Ummmmm," she moaned abandonedly now to her self-induced arousal as her probingly outstretched middle finger found the pulsing little bud of her erect clitoris snugly nestled between her voluptuously fleshy thighs. It quivered beneath her exploring touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals racing throughout her entire nakedly moist body and her immediate, instinctive reaction was to begin twisting and turning excitedly on the soft cushions of the lounge.
With wanton desire, her eagerly trembling fingers encircled the tiny, pulsing, erectly tremulous bud of the hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed it between her fingertips, her mouth flying open as the lightning-like flashes of aroused stimulation crashed through her body, causing her naked full-mooned breasts to quiver and dance, and her hips to gyrate with slow, undulating motion. Dimly, as if in the background, she could hear the rhythm of the rock and roll music which matched her own erotic tempo beat for beat. Then, leaving the palpitating pleasure-sprout, she rubbed her probingly delicate fingers against the lust-moistened, hair-lined lips of her cuntal cavity and felt a new wave of tingling excitement sweep through her until she abandoned that pursuit and returned to the erotically excited, erectly quivering bud with her hotly moistened fingertips, savoring the lustful tremors of impassioned excitement, while her ass cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips rotated and lifted off the soft bed of the lounge, pumping up and down as if asking for more!
Her other hand now began busily kneading and squeezing her softly pliant, fully rounded breasts, caressing them as they quivered with abandoned pleasure. She took her rosy-hued distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the fingers back and forth, feeling new crushing sensations of sublime rapture as the little blossoms sprouted into vigorous, hardened life beneath her expert massaging. From one voluptuous mound to the other her hand traveled, while her lusciously parted legs, one outstretched finger probing the heated inner area of her searingly smoldering cuntal lips.
"Oh, Eddie," the heatedly excited young wife murmured aloud. "Oh Eddie how I need you now! How I crave for the hardness of your cock up inside my belly. God, how wonderful it would be to feel your fucking into me right now!"
The hand on her breasts now slithered down over the satiny smoothness of her flat belly to join the other still probing with exploring motions around the heatedly churning territory of her cuntal crevice and began to once again massage the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her hips arched up into the air, the wild rock and roll music pounding in her ears like distant thunder, as the blonde-haired young wife again abandoned herself to the lustfully erotic passions that spiraled through her nakedly undulating body. Round and round her hips moved, inviting her intruding fingers to enter the hidden secret sanctuary of her openly spread cunt and soon one outstretched middle finger slid effortlessly into the moistened, fire-filled cavern and felt its soft walls literally snap at it as they closed hungrily around it.
But one small finger wasn't enough, and so soon afterwards another finger joined in ... and then still another until three impaling, lust-lubricated fingers were finger-fucking up into the scorching, flame-licked furnace of her cuntal passage while the fingertips on the other hand worked erotically at the pinkly glistening titty of her clitoral flesh. With lust-crazed abandon, the voluptuous young wife writhed unashamed on the soft cushions of the lounge as both her hands worked feverishly around the pulsing, passion-drenched pussy flesh nestled so enticingly up between the fleshy fullness of her creamy young thighs.
"Oh, please, Eddie! God, I need a cock so bad! A hard, driving cock fucking up inside my cunt! Oh Christ, I'm going to cum ..."
Ann Dexter was poised on the brink of her impending orgasmic explosion, every muscle in her body taut, every ounce of her energy concentrated on the lust-inflamed region between her supple, full-fleshed thighs when she became vaguely aware of something ... strange ... foreign ... forbidden ... something not quite right. Her mind was too dazed by lust and too fogged by wine to really concentrate on anything except the burning torrent between her legs where her busily probing, slithering fingers went madly about their erotic work, causing ripple after ripple of heated, unquenchable excitement to spasm through her nakedly thrashing body.
But ... something, she sensed vaguely, was not right. She opened her eyes now, ever so slightly, and through a tear-clouded vision she saw Valerie Barren's dog, Dante!
The dog had grown lonely for his mistress inside the Dexter's house and had simply wandered toward the heated scent of Ann Dexter! Silently moving across the yard step by cautious step, he had seen her on the lounge in her spread thigh position, her hands working in teasing circular motions between her splayed, creamy-fleshed thighs and little human gasps and cries coming from between her well-moistened lips. He watched her smoothly soft feminine buttocks rise from the lounge to meet her-rhythmically working outstretched fingers and something familiar clicked inside of his German shepherd brain. Something unmistakably warm flowed through him as the unmistakably womanly scent of passion, that his mistress had trained him so well in, invaded his nostrils and grew stronger and stronger with each step he took toward the wildly thrashing female human. He sensed his own canine loins quivering lustfully as his eyes remained fixed on her naked body ...
It was then that Ann first saw the giant German shepherd, saw him stepping inch by inch closer to her. She opened her mouth wide in amazement, then said coaxingly, "Well, look who's here! Come to give me a little of the same treatment you give your mistress, I'll bet!" Her hands stopped their busy manipulations then, freezing in their lewd position between her open thighs and she heard him whimper mournfully beside her. She removed one hand from the steaming channel of her clenching cunt and stretched it out toward him as if in a gesture of welcome as he cautiously edged up beside her.
Dante sniffed tentatively at her out-stretched hand and at once a shiver of lustful arousal swept his canine loins as he instantly recognized the sweet aroma of human female excitement that clung with the moisture of her cunt to her fingers. Abruptly, he leaned his head down to lick out hotly with his wet, rough-skinned tongue against the smooth, nakedly exposed flesh of her sun-tanned belly.
"Oh, you big beautiful beast! Oh, yes!" Ann moaned with rising excitement as the lewdly provocative images of the dog licking her cunt flooded her fevered mind. "Yes, Dante, do it to me! Lick me up between my legs! Lick me, Dante!" In her lust crazed excitement, Ann reached out to the licking dog once again and lost her balance, falling off of the lounge onto the freshly mown grass. Again, his hotly moist tongue licked along the velvety skin of her belly and an excruciating ripple of abandoned passion swept over her like a tidal wave. Again and again he did it, the searing spread length of his pink, fleshy tongue laving against the sensitive skin of her sucked-in belly causing continuous tremoring impulses to crash through her nakedly eager body!
It was even a struggle for the young blonde wife to raise her head to look at the madly licking beast, her gasping breaths making her rounded breasts rise and fall, their erect fullness half hiding her view as she strained to see his long, pinkly hot tongue actually licking upward over the tremulous satiny smoothness of her stomach! Higher and higher he moved, relentlessly lapping until he was finally tongue caressing the rounded full undersides of her excitedly quivering breasts, ever creeping toward their melon-shaped contours toward the tiny, pink marble blossoms of her nipples!
Spellbound, anticipating the same crazed passion she had felt with Eddie, Ann couldn't hold back the gasping moan that rushed past her moistened lips when his feverish, flame-licking oral instrument actually reached them, wetly grazing the sensitively ripened, erectly throbbing buds over and over to send maddeningly aroused spasms of sublime pleasure spiraling through her nakedly glistening body in the warm afternoon sunshine.
"Oh, yes! Dante, you really know how to make a woman happy, don't you?" she groaned. "Oh, you're such a good boy," she purred. "Yes, keep it up, you beautiful lover! I'll bet your mistress taught her doggie how to take care of her! Don't stop!"
The young blonde could hardly think much less speak then as his hotly licking tongue worked damply over the nakedly quaking mounds of her breasts fanning the already heated flames of her rapturous desire. She heard his deep throated whimper and her eyes widened to take in all of his loving, licking performance ... and then, abruptly, he stopped.
"Hey, lover, don't leave me like this," she pleaded, and then the young wife's breath caught in her throat as she raised her head to watch the dog poise there with his long nose just above the enticing vee between her wide-splayed thighs. "Yes, yes," she cried, "lick me there, lover! Oh lick my cunt like you lick your mistress'! Oh, be a good boy to Ann!"
Slowly, his head lowered as she watched, half crazy with wild anticipation as his hot animal breaths wisped through her blonde curly pubic hair. His wet nose coolly brushed against the softly creamy, warm flesh of her inner thigh and then against the feverish lips of her cuntal crevice! She heard the dog whimper again as he sniffed the provocative aroma of her female excitement, his obscene investigation of her seething inner sanctuary nearly driving her out of her mind with lust-crazed anticipation.
"Oh, don't wait any longer, big boy!" she cried out loud. "Please, lick my cunt like a good boy! Oh, lick your tongue deep up inside it good, you great big brute!!" She groaned as she lifted her legs up and back to expose the nakedness of her cuntal plane and buttocks to him.
Then the passion-inflamed young wife felt his cool, damp nose moving down below her cuntal curls and rubbing wetly, provocatively, against the tiny puckered ring of her anal opening, which caused her some surprise but even more delight! She ground her hips toward him in ecstatic welcome, gasping as his hotly liquid tongue snaked out to wormingly lick up and down the smooth-skinned crevice surrounding her now tightly clenched little rectal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its roundly ovalled lips!
"Oh God! You really know how to turn a woman on, don't you? Ooooohhhh!" she gasped, straining for breath. She followed his head now with her eyes as he once again lowered it and she felt his wet, fire-filled tongue exploring her between her open, welcoming thighs. Her entire body trembled and she groaned again in a building mindlessness of completely abandoned, erotic pleasure as he fluidly drew his simmering tongue upward over the full length of her wildly pulsing pussy!
"Ummmmmmooowww!" she moaned to express the lewd sensations stabbing inward toward her tremulous belly.
Again, he did the same thing, this time with his long thick animal tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal lips like a licking flame. And it didn't stop, but continued relentlessly spreading and licking and lathing at the nakedly exposed, pinkly glistening flesh, at last pausing to flick out in a sensuous curling motion far up into the furnace of her boiling hot cuntal chamber! The feverishly impassioned young wife could only groan and gasp and murmur incoherent endearments as she writhed in uncontrollable wild thrashings in response to the erotically stimulating oral caressing of the big dog that belonged to her husband's sex research subject!
"Yeeeessss! Oh, don't stop now ... don't ever stop ... never ... lick me good ... oh, lick my pussy ... oooaaahhhhwww!"
At that point in her breathtaking, frantic arousal, the nakedly rocking young wife didn't care about anything else in the world except the prurient excitement exploding through her loins from the wetly slaving tongue of Valerie Barren's dog! She didn't care if her husband came out of the house to see her, nor if Valerie herself suddenly appeared to see her wildly licking dog in between Ann's lewdly spread legs. All she cared about was the obscene sensuous delight his fire-filled licking was sending flickering through her helplessly tremoring body. Her own whimpers audibly increased and over the remote thundering of the rock and roll music she could hear the dog whining and whimpering too which only increased her already dizzingly impassioned lust! Her liquor glazed mind sunk deeper into an enchanted oblivion as his incessantly beautiful, wonderfully pleasure-bringing tongue stroked and bathed her nakedly glistening womanly flesh.
Ann didn't know how long it went on. It seemed like one more flash of a moment; it seemed like an infinite eternity in her erotically stimulated intoxication. All she knew was that he continued with his heavenly searing tongue wetly licking around and through and over her liquid, desire-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was moaning and squirming her whole nakedly frenzied body beneath his erotically powerful lashings!
"Yessss! Oooohhh," she murmured with a husky, throaty voice as he flicked the full mesmerizing length of his tongue in a heated, flame-licking coil up into the madly clutching mouth of the secret womanly sanctuary up between her legs. "Yessss! Oh, make me cum ... make me cum all over your tongue ... yees ... pleeease, make me cum!"
The young blonde was nearly driven out of her senses and now reached down to gently grasp his huge head, drawing it tighter into her as with an animalish groan of her own, she drew her knees up all the way back to the quivering, ruby-tipped mounds of her moon-rounded breasts, pulling his long canine nose even tighter down into the wetly pulsing region of her torridly broiling cunt! "Ooooohhhh!"
Dante knew very well what he was doing and delighted in playing his special game with still another human fleshed-female and one he knew would love him. His eager tongue flicked up the hotly clasping, soft-walled passage like a firebrand, his own canine whines blending with those of the passion-dazed young woman as he lovingly licked and swirled into the shimmering pink flesh between her eagerly spread thighs and buttocks.
"Oh, you ... big ... beautiful ... cunt-lover! Ooooh! Lick me! Lick my cunt ... yes, lick me good, lover!" she pleaded in unknown salacity, undulating her open, obscenely presented loins and trembling round buttocks up against his hotly spearing, devilishly slaving tongue!
Dante could feel a burning fever in his own loins growing steadily as he smelled and tasted the exotic juiciness of her sweetly aromatic female human passion, the distinct flavor of it spurring his own animal instincts and passions higher and higher. He knew the feeling very well and he knew, too, that this incredibly aroused young human female would know how to release the burning, mind-enveloping pressure that swirled madly now in his cum-laden balls, desperately yearning to escape through the long hot hardness of his dog cock.
Ann actually cried out when his magnificently licking tongue suddenly deserted her shamelessly aroused pussy, and she looked him straight in the eye when she lifted her head. "Oh, my darling dog ... what is it? What's the matter? Please, lover ... don't leave me like this!"
The young wife was seized by a lustful panic and watched the massive dog as he moved around to her side, stepping carefully from between her invitingly parted legs. Then, he nosed against her softly sloping hip in a gesture that she suddenly found herself understanding! He ... he wants me to ... to turn over onto my stomach! Emphatically, he nudged against her harder, the deep sounds coming from his broad chest almost frightening the young blonde!
"Hold on there, darling, I've got a better idea," she said, reaching up to the lounge and pulling down two of the soft cushions. Her eyes glowed with the wanton lasciviousness of her intended act and her heart pounded forcefully against her chest, causing her enormously rounded breasts to quiver violently. She raised her hips up then and slid the soft cushions underneath so as to uplift her naked exposed cunt, and then spread her creamy, satin smooth thighs wide apart in open invitation to the panting, trembling animal who stood before her, his molten black eyes locked on the softly pulsing flesh of her cuntal region. She spread her thighs again even wider, sensing that this was what he wanted her to do, breathlessly picturing her naked smoothness as it must appear to the lust-driven animal. She lay perfectly still, feeling his hot, panting breaths whisking against the soft curling hairs of her pubic triangle. And then she almost cried out when she felt once again the lewd, forbidden delight of the dog's thick tongue slithering into the smooth dampened crevice up between her openly welcoming thighs.
At first, Dante had been confused. His first mistress had always taught her to take her from behind and it wasn't clear to him what this human female wanted him to do. If she wasn't on her knees, then ...? But the way she was looking at him, the way her breath was coming in ragged spurts, the way her eyes were glazed with forbidden lust ... it must be all right this way! So he moved forward, easily mounting again between her cushion-raised loins feeling once again the hot wetness of her sweet smelling cunt as his tongue began to roam in its warm liquid heat.
Ann's moans were beyond all control now, sensations like passion-driven electric shocks shaking her obscene body and tantalizing her simmering cunt and belly. The obscene desire to reach down with her small hands to lewdly spread the lush cheeks of her ass open, offering the dog enticing access to her tiny puckered anal ring, was as intense as the boiling inferno raging at the base of her hungrily pulsing loins! She felt his loving hot tongue wetly caressing the hair-fringed lips of her lust-inflamed pussy, then licked with an insane firebrand heat along its flushed folds on its forbidden way toward the flower petal mouth of her cuntal womb.
"Ooooooooh!" she cried, feeling as though the last remnants of her sanity were about to fly away. It was all beyond anything she had ever conjured even in her most vividly alive sexual fantasies ... but then, she felt his animal nose nudging at her again and it was clear that he was ready now, ready to do what she had long known she wanted him to do! Get up between her legs on top of her and fuck her!
"Aaaaauuugggh!" Ann wailed as Dante drew his thick, rough-skinned tongue up through the full length of her wet, fire-filled cuntal crevice and she eagerly spread her legs even further apart to open her throbbing wet pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long spiraling animal tongue lunged out with a fierce carnal desire, sweeping hotly through the wet inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the greedily clasping mouth of her aching cunt. He was purposely inflaming her upraised loins to greater heat before he entered the warm wet sanctuary with his spearing animal cock!
She tensed as she felt her lover's powerful body crowding hotly in towards her nakedly exposed, cushion-raised cunt ... yes, he's ready ... good and ready ... yes! He's going to fuck me now!
Ann was desperate, her passion burning within her naked lusting body with such intensity that she would do anything, anything at all to hasten his entry into her steaming, flame-licked loins! She hugged him at first, her soft moistened lips kissing his long snout and large limpid eyes while he tried vainly to answer with his tongue. But then, she was reaching down beneath him until he felt her gentle, loving fingers begin to surround the pendulous, cum-laden balls beneath his belly ... and then her fingers were fondling warmly the length of his emerging animal cock and parting the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair with the tapered end of it! She was pressing it, pressing it gently right up into the warmly pulsating entrance of her hotly waiting cunt.
Dante was relieved at once to know that this strange but aromatically sweet woman did indeed want him to fuck her ... but it was so strange ... he had never fucked a human female except from behind before ... and he still wasn't absolutely sure that it was all right ... but she seemed to want him to fuck her that way ... she had guided the throbbing tapered tip of his scarlet dog cock to the lust-lubricated mouth of her vibrantly pulsing cuntal lair ... and then it was more a matter of nature than of reason.
Instinctively, as the powerful German shepherd felt the moistly clasping human cuntal flesh tickling and teasing at the tip of his hot animal hardness, he did what his age-old instincts told him to do! He fucked hard into the warmly greeting human hole. He hadn't any conception of his own strength so he hadn't any mercy as the huge dog humped his haunches forward up between her widespread thighs and sunk his long palpitating length of blood-pounding dog cock into the upturned channel of this young woman's cunt! He squatted somewhat on his hind legs to be able to do it so it would travel inside her hotly seething belly. Immediately, he felt his fur-encased, sperm-filled testicles slapping up against the smooth, wide-splayed crevice between the crescent-shaped mounds of her buttocks as he fucked into her with all the animal fury he possessed.
"Aaaaaauuuggghhh! OOooowwwaaaoo!" Ann wailed at the unbelievably satisfying first penetration of his massively hardened cock, but there was very little chance to linger over the excruciating pleasure as it filled her passion-dilated cuntal wetness and then fucked out ... and then stormed in once again! A dozen or more perhaps more rapid fire, cunt reaming thrusts burrowed their way deeply inside her moistly clenching cunt before she fully came to grips with what was happening to her, so intense was his animalistic assault on the helplessly aroused young woman. Like the powerful animal that he was, his fucking dog cock slammed deep up into the wetly aching depths of her open womb. She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind blinded and tormented by the screaming intensity of her rampant desire, the very soul of her cunt inflamed with a raging wave of unparalleled lust!
Maddening delights of forbidden ecstasy filled her lewdly straining nakedness and the frenetic young woman could do no more than groan and moan and squirm salaciously around beneath the big beautiful beast that belonged to another woman as she offered the whole of her sensual nakedness of her wide splayed cunt up to him to fuck as long and as hard as he pleased! She strained to look down between them and watch with a mesmerized fascination as the red hot rod of massively thickened dog cock slithered in and out of her raging hot cunt with breathtaking charges, fucking its way to the furry hilt in her ravished cuntal passage, his heavy, cum-laden balls slapping heavily down against the tiny, pinkly puckered ring of her asshole between her widespread young buttocks!
Her breasts quivered violently from every cunt-splitting plunge, her brain reeling and rocking in the blinding whirlpool of her forbidden lust! She gasped and groaned and tried desperately to watch as the glistening scarlet shaft of tapered hardness fucked deep into her wetly clasping cunt and she kicked her legs out, wrapping them around his strong, broad back to rhythmically lift her fiery loins in a wildly obscene grinding motion to meet his powerful, lust-driven strokes with lewd, ecstatic abandon.
"Yessss! Fuck meeeee! Oh, you big ... beautiful ... beast ... fuck meeeeee!" she cried, unable to contain the fiercely glowing fires of her outrageously wanton desire. She could feel the pressure of her own volcanic eruption building, growing, rising inside her fire-filled loins and she knew it wouldn't be long now before the final mind shattering explosion shuddered through her heatedly striving, intensely thrashing nakedness. It would be more wonderful, more magnificent, more breath taking and enthralling than any orgasm she had ever experienced in her long and exciting sexual career -- and all thanks to this brutally fucking, wildly plunging German shepherd!
There was only one thing to do -- she must talk to Carl about getting a dog ... perhaps another big, magnificent German shepherd ... yes, she would definitely have to talk to Carl about that when he finished interviewing.
Chapter 7
"I'm happy that I could help you out," said Valerie Barren, retrieving her purse from the floor next to her chair, her long dark hair grazing the carpeted floor as she bent over. "If you should need any more information I'd be more than happy ..." she said, rising from her chair, extending a ruby-tipped hand toward Dr. Dexter, a glowing smile brightening her young face.
"Certainly do appreciate it," Carl nodded, staring at the deep cleavage tantalizing him just an arms reach away, thinking to himself how, yes, she could do a lot for him ... she could give him a little of the action she gave that man on stage yesterday that just about drove him out of his mind! But instead, he thanked her for her time, never mentioning the show except to tell her it was most revealing of modern sociological attitudes toward sex. There was lots more he wanted to say, but didn't dare; it would hardly sound professional.
Halfway through the door, Valerie turned to blow the doctor a kiss. Jesus, but she was a flirt the way she flitted and slithered! And without thinking, the words: "How about having lunch with me some afternoon, Valerie?" blurted out of his mouth. God, what would Ann think if she heard that?
"Oh, I'd love to sometime, Dr. Dexter!"
Then she was gone.
"Dante! Dante! Where are you?" the soprano voice of Valerie Barren sluiced the stillness of the warm afternoon. "You bad dog, now where have you gone? I told you to stay right there on the front step while I was talking to Dr. Dexter!" She stood there, hands on her hips waiting for her three year old German shepherd to come bounding at the sound of his mistress's beckoning call, but there was no response.
Circling the house in search of the gate to the picket fence that privately separated the Dexter's yard from the rest of the middle class neighborhood, Valerie peeked over the fence near the swimming pool and dropped her purse -- dumb-struck! Valerie stood at the gate with her eyes and mouth wide open in horrified disbelief! She couldn't move, she couldn't think, her mind and her body were paralyzed by the obscene tableau being enacted before her dark eyes right in the Dexter's back yard where practically anyone, including Dr. Dexter, could hear the lewd moanings and groanings and whimperings of the madly passionate pair on the grass.
Ann's loins were lifted off the ground, on two large soft cushions, rising and falling with the steadily growing rhythm of her lewd lust, her naked sun tanned young body glistening with moisture. In front of her loins humping over her nakedness, was Valerie's own pet dog, Dante, and she could see his long, thick scarlet dog cock fucking wetly in and out of Ann's nakedly exposed cunt! Ann's eyes were closed, her head was flailing madly from side to side as whimpers of aroused, excited delight escaped from between her moistly parted lips while the masculine organ of Dante's lust pounded and fucked into her.
The young stripper finally began to approach cautiously, step by step, afraid to make any sound or abrupt movement for fear of distracting the lewdly fucking couple. Her mind was swimming within her head ... how could the Doctor's wife do this in her own back yard? How incredibly wanton and daring! My God! Dr. Dexter must know about his wife's sexual activities if she dared do it so close to him. What a wonderfully sexually liberated family they must be!
The young woman inched closer to the madly fucking pair, watching the soft hair fringed lips of Ann's hotly working cunt disappear up inside her inwardly sucking cunt walls each time Dante fucked into her with his sex spearing cock, and watching those same soft, pinkly glistening lips pulling all the way back out with his mammothly swollen cock on the out-stroke. The sight was a magnet to the mesmerized woman as she crept cautiously forward, watching with stunned fascination as the enormous dog fucked time and time again brutally into the warmly welcoming cunt of Ann Dexter, his every muscle taut and rippling against his short furred skin as Ann rocked and writhed nakedly beneath his fucking.
As for Ann, she was aware of nothing in the world except that madly storming, thickly turgid dog cock smashing into the heatedly soft walled depths of her cuntal hole, and each new plunge brought new and ecstatic waves of sublime pleasure rippling through her naked body, causing her huge, firmly rounded breasts to quiver and tremble violently. If anyone had ever told her that this would happen some day ... well, she would have told them they were crazy. But now, now she wanted his dog cock, wanted to feel his shooting white hot cum spraying unrelentingly up into her thirstily aching cunt. She hungered for it to crash against and to feel the sticky streams of it dribbling down the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Raging tongues of searing hot flame licked between her tremulous thighs and her wildly inflamed cunt glowed with the scalding passion of his viscous, inhuman invasion! Damn, she was nearly exploding with mind shattering passion as she listened to him whining and whimpering with the strange animalism of his own passion!
Valerie still walked tentatively forward, her mind devastated with the lust driven sight before her -- her precious dog lover making love to another woman! No, it wouldn't be right, having never formally met Mrs. Dexter ... but she couldn't help herself... Ann looked so beautiful lying there ... so vibrantly alive ... so recklessly loving ... it was almost as if ... she were animal herself, a hungry, greedy, sexually appetizing animal.
Incredibly, Dante never stirred, never ceased his unrelenting fucking into the softly inviting pussy flesh of Ann Dexter. He sensed that his mistress was approaching ... soon he could begin to match the distinctive aroma of her excited, aroused womanhood, mingling salaciously with the same sweetly pungent fragrance of the woman below him ... but he didn't stop his obscene task ... he couldn't have stopped then even if he wanted to because of the fiercely burning fire raging through his cum filled balls, aching to escape through the long hot hardness of his scarlet dog cock into the warmly welcoming hole of the human woman's sex hole! He knew that after he was finished with his erotic work, after the explosion building in his balls had stormed through his madly throbbing cock, that then he would go to his mistress ... but not now, no not now ...
Ann shivered at the sound of the loving beasts' harsh guttural snarls as at the same instant his haunches began to fuck even more furiously in and out of her steaming, flame scorched cuntal hole, plunging in until his tapered cock tip bashed against her cervix. Yet there was still another surprise in store for the young blonde as she opened her eyes and saw Valerie Barren! Her young dark haired lover's mistress was standing there, next to the wildly fucking pair -- and my God, she was taking her clothes off! Her trembling hands were practically ripping the clothes from her body and now she was kneeling down, inching closer and closer, her wide open eyes fixed on Ann's churning swaying, thrashing loins where Dante was fucking into her with all his might! Christ, it looks like she wants to join in!
Suddenly, Ann felt warm, small hands kneading at her breasts as she looked up to see the moistly glistening, wide splayed lips of Valerie's darkly curled cunt hovering over her face! Without a moment's hesitation, Ann reached up and drew Valerie's quivering loins down hard over her lips while the young girl continued to caress and knead at Ann's tremulous breasts, teasing and tweaking the ruby red nipples into vibrantly distended erection. Ann suddenly opened her mouth to let her moistly pink tongue play shamelessly along her lips, then quickly lashed out with it to hotly lick at the soft, hair-lined lips of Valerie's quivering cunt!
"Aaaaaaugggh!" the young woman moaned as the blonde teased the soft glistening folds of her warmly inciting cunt with her slithering pink tongue, sending mad swirling streams of fiery passion surging through her loins and crashing through her naked body as it crouched there above the anxiously, frantically fucking nakedness of Ann Dexter!
Ann was beside herself with the passionate ecstasy of furiously licking the seething, moistly seeping cunt of Valerie and she moaned around her hotly flicking tongue as she felt Dante's hard scarlet thickness storming into her wildly sucking cunt which clung convulsively to the spearing rod until she thought she would burst from the sheer, agonizing pleasure of it all! Her warmly lashing tongue seemed to drink the sweet sexual juices of her curvaceous new lover, reveling in the soft, warm folds of her cunt and then with a wetly licking curl, surging up into the warm wetness of the hotly clutching cavity and basking in the tantalizingly warm sucking of it while her own crazily aroused cunt sheathed Dante's enormously elongated cock like a tight fitting glove and she could sense that he was ready to cum, ready to spill out his love juices deep up into the warmly waiting receptacle of her wildly straining cunt!
And then suddenly, like a hurricane unleashing its full fury, her own dynamic explosion reverberated throughout her shuddering, spasming body, surging through her loins like wild flames, convulsing her every muscle as it rippled over her lust driven body! Oh God! I'm cummmming! The wild flames of searing, sublime release tore through her nakedness, causing her to thrash upwards in one enormously convulsive shudder as its violent tremor held her there for what seemed like forever, her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets!
And then, with equal suddenness, she could feel the dog's thickly turgid cock convulse wildly and begin to jerk deep in the darkened, warmly clenching recesses of her cunt, filling the hotly flaring cavern with a powerful streaming force of scalding liquid that splashed and crashed against the soft, clinging walls! It was spewing viciously from deep in the fur covered well of his testicles, filling her cunt until it began to overflow back out warmly, dripping down the softly pliant flesh of her creamy-like thighs while her tongue worked ever more voraciously within the heated depths of Ann's love hungry cunt, flicking and lashing hotly as the young woman moaned eagerly above her!
Time and time again, as if bursting forth from a never ending spring, Dante's cum spurted into her hotly clutching cunt and she felt as if a bomb had exploded inside of her belly as the scalding thick liquid continued to pour into her while the tremors of her own orgasm began to finally subside in her tremulously excited young body. She wanted to scream, to cry out like a wild animal, but instead she madly licked and flicked her tongue up deep into the warmly streaming tunnel of Valerie's hungrily striving young cunt.
And then, at last, after a long silence punctuated by their panting gasps, Valerie fell to one side, Dante backed away, and Ann was left, hips still propped up on the soft lounge cushions, eyes still closed, chest still heaving under her tremulously quivering breasts, in the aftermath of her sexual delirium ...
Chapter 8
"Oh my God, Valerie, what have I done? What can I say?" Ann moaned softly as she sat, nakedly whimpering, on the soft green grass of her own back yard, her face flushed and her hands burying her face.
"Oh, Ann, don't feel bad," Valerie answered firmly, running her own hand across Mrs. Dexter's head and stroking soothingly along her long blonde hair. "It was wonderful ... don't even give it a second thought. It's wonderful being so liberated with your body!"
"But ... but I don't even know you, except by name!" wailed the distraught young wife, awash in the confusion of her own emotions. "It's all so strange to me ... so different ... I ... I can't believe that ... that I actually did that ..." And it was true. The young blonde didn't know what had come over her, couldn't quite understand how her own instant lust for the dog had spread to this woman! But when she had seen Valerie's beautiful body, she just didn't ... couldn't reason!
"Listen," began Valerie, "it's just like your husband says. Some women are highly sexed yet normal. It's nothing to be afraid of ... just be thankful that you're not hung-up about it like most women in the world. Oh, thank the Lord for that! What would life be without an out-of-sight sexual experience like we just had."
Her arm that had been wrapped around Ann's shoulder now dropped to the tremulously inviting mounds of her breasts and gently began to massage one of those twin voluptuous spheres with gentle tenderness. "And there's nothing wrong with wanting to make love to other beings besides men. God, how many lousy lays have you had in your lifetime? Just speaking from my own experience, I can remember a lot -- more than I'd like to admit to! Really, why the hell should your husband be the only one to enjoy your sexiness. Suppose your sexual needs are greater than his ... what are you supposed to do? Be frustrated for the rest of your life?"
Ann could not refute the logic of the dark-haired woman ... but at the moment she couldn't even begin to offer a rebuff because now her tormented mind was even more confused by the warmly caressing hand manipulating the softly supple skin of her voluptuous breast.
"I'm just trying to prove to you that you haven't done anything wrong!" Valerie said comfortingly, her arm now pulling Ann down until she lay prone on the ground, staring up at her sensuous new lover with the look of a small, frightened animal. "You've got one hot little cunt up between your legs, Ann, and the sooner you start to realize its needs, the happier you'll be. Just take it from one who knows!"
Ann could feel the rising tide of passion in her own body and although her husband's subject didn't seem yet to be forcing her into anything, she felt a new need welling in her quaking body.
Valerie sat on the cool grass next to her new lover, appreciatively studying the hills and valleys of her contoured body. She couldn't help but stretch out her arms and begin massaging the upswinging young breasts of Mrs. Dexter, one with each small but expert hand. Quivers of shivering desire began to ripple through the blonde's alluringly naked body as the other woman gently caressed and kneaded at the soft, cream-white flesh of her naked breasts and she could feel the beginning stirrings of fiery desire seeping into her loins ... already that telltale moisture began to burn down the smooth sensitive flesh of her thighs! She could hear the woman moaning with pleasure above her and suddenly she felt her own legs begin to spread wide in open invitation to the sexual stimulation of the woman next to her.
"Do you see what I mean?" Valerie crooned softly.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Ann nearly shrieked. "Yes!"
"Then, shall we have a good time together this afternoon? Just you and me ... and Dante?"
"Oh, yes, Valerie! Please!" the young blonde moaned, listening to the sigh-like breathing of her curvaceously naked lover.
Suddenly, the enormous German shepherd was beside them, looking down like a wounded puppy at his nakedly panting mistress. Valerie reached a hand over to him, stroking him lovingly along his strong, muscular young flanks. "That's okay, big boy," she cooed softly to him. "We haven't forgotten about you, baby. We'll let you in on the fun, don't worry!"
And then she returned her attention to her newfound lover. Dante may have felt a little ill-at-ease, but Valerie felt a delirious stab of excitement rip through her naked body as she warmly massaged the twin peaks of Ann's sensuously tempting mounds of flesh, taking the nipples between her fingers and teasing them into vibrant, vividly pulsing erection! She heard her young blonde lover moan with sublime pleasure, saw the young blonde's legs slowly sliding helplessly apart in anticipation of the even more lewdly exciting delights that were to come. It had been a long time since Valerie had felt the wonderful thrill of making love to another woman, many, many months since she'd warmly caressed another woman's breasts or let her tongue flick wet and hot up into a softly inviting cunt!
Suddenly, Valerie felt Ann's warm skin on her own and felt the blonde-haired woman's body sliding down over her own. Ann was taking over now! Valerie watched her then kneeling on the grass between her own obscenely spread legs and she could feel an instant shiver race through her nakedly trembling body when Ann ran two tantalizing fingers along the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Oooooohhhh! Annn!" the young woman moaned as the fingers warmly traced delicate little titillating patterns along the velvety creaminess of her thighs. And then a new shudder of salacious desire swept through her as she felt Ann's eagerly probing fingers first come into electric contact with the soft, moist folds of her aching cunt! Oh, she's going to touch me there! Oh yes! Yes! Oh, it will be so wonderful! Oh, I just know she's going to satisfy me! And then ... then we'll both share Dante! And Ann continued her tantalizing play around Valerie's lovely pink cunt, alternating little tickling motions with slow circular ones in those luscious crimson folds.
Ann could feel Valerie's lust provoked moisture sliding around her playing fingers as the young woman became more and more wantonly aroused from the warmly gentle finger fun, from the intense yet gentle pressure of her erotically exploring fingers. Ann shifted, without moving her hand to lie down beside the nakedly undulating body of her blonde lover, her own tantalizingly full breasts quivering and trembling from the mounting excitement crashing through her loins. A new shiver of pleasure raced through Ann Dexter as she leaned down and felt the soft skin of Valerie's legs -- just like she'd done this her whole sexual career -- and brushed and swayed her breasts against her tender inner thighs again by moving her body slowly, deliberately provocative, from side to side, while her fingers joyfully teased at the warm, wet folds of Valerie's moisture-drenched cunt.
"Ooooooaaaauuuuuh!" Valerie moaned, no longer knowing or caring about anything except the tantalizing fingers that were sending flashes of pussy flaring sensation searing through her nakedly undulating body. Her own cuntal channel was by this time well lubricated and the inner muscles were contracting convulsively as Ann then wormed her two center fingers exploringly into the wetly surrendering channel up to the palm of her hand! Now her other hand went to Valerie's roundly smooth buttocks and slowly smoothed experimentally around the lush full moons while her serpent-like tongue toyed around the gentle indentation of Valerie's navel!
"Mmmmmmmmm! Oooowww!" Valerie cried, her eyes flying open now, watching the lewd ministrations of her naked lover. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Dante sitting obediently beside them, his eyes fixed on their naked contortions, his long pink tongue lolling out of his panting mouth, patiently awaiting their next command to him.
But Dante didn't keep her attention for long, because now Valerie could feel Ann fucking still another finger into her hotly enveloping cuntal hole, plunging up through the ring of her wildly contracting muscles into the pink soft-walled depths of her raging cuntal furnace. The young dark-haired stripper reflexively arched her back in welcome to Ann's cunt-fucking fingers and she could feel the rising pressure of rampant sexual desire quivering in her belly while her buttocks were being gently, salaciously squeezed in tempo to match that of the salaciously circling fingers fucking up into her openly spread cunt!
"Ummmm ... you like that? Am I doing okay?" Ann moaned above her.
"Yesss!!! Oh, Darling, you feel so wonderful!" Valerie cried, feeling her own body going almost out of control with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. Delightful spasms began now to wrack her body as she bucked and rocked beneath the steady, expert hand of her young lover ... the hand that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it molded to the wetly clinging contours of her cunt walls. Her legs kicked out wide and back and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically rolling hips and the warm softness of Ann's tongue on her stomach was driving her frantic with lust-crazed desire. It was all so good ... if it never ever stopped, that would be much too soon! She felt the floods of moisture seeping down the alabaster flesh of her inner thighs and suddenly Ann's tongue was moving down ... down ... down ...
And Valerie was no longer conscious of anything other than her own fiery needs. She let out a low moaning growl ... her head tossed from side to side, wildly thrashing ... her hands went down to Ann's head and held it ... held it as Ann continued to tantalizingly lick at her steadily flowing cunt juices ... to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame-licked loins! Her lips mumbled incoherent grumbles now as she heard Dante's whining simper beside her and she desperately wanted him too!
Ann's other hand now found the opening between Valerie's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal opening. She wormed it in as far as the flat of her palm ... swiveled it around in the tightly clasping cavern ... wriggled it playfully and slid in and out of the warmly moist opening in rhythmic tempo to the fingers that were skewering still into the woman's erotically seething cunt ...
Arid then it happened. With a smile of delight, knowing she'd succeeded, Ann heard a wild wailing emerging from Valerie's throat. "I'm cummmmmming!"
* * *
Dr. Carl Dexter carefully marked the tape, a sly smile on his lips. Boy, that was one hot interview, all right, and damn, if Ann hadn't been out in the back yard sunning, he just might have continued that interview in a more practical vein! He couldn't help but laugh when he found out that the man on stage with her yesterday was her boyfriend! Boy, he bet they had some hot dates!
But all was not lost; she'd consented to having lunch with him one of these days. And by God, just as soon as this damned report was in, he just might call her up.
Back to work ... he strolled into the study and lifted the Dictaphone machine down off the shelf. Squatting, he plugged it in and then adjusted the table lamp so that Ann couldn't complain too much about having to work on Saturday. Checking his watch, he realized his wife had plenty of time to get burned out there in the hot sun. A few sprigs of fresh flowers in a vase on her work table, a fresh glass of the red wine that she adored so, and it was all ready for Ann.
Time to fetch the little woman from the backyard! ...
* * *
"I'm cuuummming!" stormed into Carl's ears as his eyes were greeted by the sight of his wife's eagerly licking tongue fucking into the pinkly glistening folds of the voluptuous young Valerie Barren's desperately straining cunt on the cool green grass of their back yard. Beside them sat Dante, Valerie's German shepherd, the one Valerie had told him about in her interviews -- about how she'd found companionship with the animal after her first husband was killed racing cars. The dog sat there intently gazing at the lewdly performing women with his long pink tongue lolling wetly out of the side of his mouth as he panted around it.
He heard Valerie's voice become a whimpering sob and then break out into a wailing scream as the spasms of her convulsive orgasm rippled through her nakedly thrashing body so that it jerked and trembled violently in its moisturized nakedness. Wave after wave of the sublime, rapturous release echoed through her quivering loins in her sweet agony as her mouth let out another piercing wail sounding like a wild banshee. Finally, her tremors began to subside and it was then that Carl stepped up to hover over the nakedly writhing woman.
"Well, what's going on here?" he heard himself say. Jesus, he'd never seen anything so sexy in his life -- his wife and Valerie, the stripper, making love to each other in his own back yard! Good God! Ann must be taking her work too seriously.
"Carl!" Ann screamed, her eyes flashing open, her arms instantly moving to cover up her nakedness to no avail. Dante began to growl menacingly at the intruder, in his confused bewilderment thinking him a threat to his two lovely human female companions.
"That's okay, boy," Carl said softly, extended a tight fist toward the dog's nose so that the dog knew he was no threat.
"It's okay, Dante. Come here," Valerie murmured to her dog, who grudgingly quieted down, though his large black eyes were still flashing with mistrust and suspicion.
"Carl ... I ... I," Ann began to stammer before she was interrupted by Valerie's amused tones.
"Well, Doctor Dexter, you wanted to know about my sex life and now you've got a first hand account!" she clapped her small hands together merrily, much to the confusion of Ann Dexter who, paling, felt more ashamed and embarrassed then she could ever remember feeling in her whole life. How could she even begin to explain the salacious sight of herself making love to another woman. Best to remain silent and still, she reasoned. Surprisingly, Valerie seemed neither embarrassed or ashamed. In fact, she seemed happy that Carl had suddenly stumbled upon them.
"Yes, it adds to the interest," Carl responded, no trying to hide the surprised amusement in his voice, "I-I hope I haven't interrupted anything!"
"Oh no, we just got started, Dr. Dexter!"
Ann looked at the stripper with wide eyes. How could she joke at a-time like this? My god, Carl must be seething inside that calm demeanor.
"If you'd like to join the party, Dr., I'm sure Ann wouldn't mind. Would you Ann?"
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. My God, was this really happening to her? How could anyone be as brazen as this Valerie Barren? As if it hadn't been enough that she'd successfully seduced Ann, now she was asking Ann's husband to join in!
"Well?" Valerie's eyes teased, staring at the growing bulge in the doctor's suit pants. "Aren't you going to join us; are you liberated enough?" she giggled.
"Damn right I am!" And with that Carl began to tear off his sports jacket, then he loosened his tie and threw it onto the ground. His tie was quickly followed by his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and undershorts, in that order until his clothes were lying in a crumpled heap upon the grass beside the two naked women.
"W-what's going on?" Ann finally managed to stammer, her voice high and thin and weak. She'd never seen Carl so anxious to get laid in his life! Carl? Was this her paunchy, snoring Carl ... fifteen-second Carl, as she thought of him on those frustrated mornings. "What's ... are you really?"
"We're just going to have a little party, that's all," Valerie said soothingly. "The more the merrier, as they say," she giggled, raising her shoulders.
Carl laughed with an almost evil leering quality, his eyes now focusing on the voluptuously curved body of his research subject that he had waited so damned long to get at.
"Ann? Do you mind?" Both sets of lust hungry eyes settled on Ann in that crucial moment in her marriage. Never had she ever dreamed this would happen to her -- that her husband would want to make love to another woman right in front of her!
"Go ... go ahead, don't let me stop you ..." She didn't want to admit it, but she felt crushed and humiliated, a fleeting emotion that did not escape their eyes.
"Remember what I told you ..." began Valerie, resting her small hand on Ann's arm. "You know, about being a highly sexed woman and all. Now this is your chance to prove it!"
"That's right, Ann, just like you and Dr. Everett in the coffee room the other day. I know you still love me, but you just couldn't help flirting, could you?"
"No ... no ... that's true." Jesus, did he have eyes in the back of his head? How could he have known?
"Now let's get on with it, Miss Barren!" He was on the ground beside the two women, about to begin with the preliminaries when suddenly Valerie pushed gently against his chest and whispered in his ear. "Your wife wants you, Dr. Dexter. I can tell she does. Make your wife happy before you please anybody else."
He stopped, considered, stroked his chin and smiled at Ann. "I want you, Ann. I want you first before anything else. I'm going to fuck you so you can't walk for a week!"
Ann's mouth dropped at those words, his voice seemed to crash into Ann's disbelieving ears. She looked up to see him standing there above her, his muscles seemingly tensed against his skin. The old boy had never looked so good to her! Then her eyes fell on his cock! My God, she'd never seen it so big before in her whole life! Unlike his flaccid genitals that she'd accustomed herself to over the past years of marriage, this time his balls were heavy and pendulous, already bloating with sperm at its husky base between his thighs. She saw too, his licentious grin as he began to obscenely fingerstroke the massive instrument, drawing the foreskin back over the blunt, bulbous head, thrusting his narrow hips and pelvis rhythmically around in front of her wide-open eyes in imitation of the rhythms and motions that were to come. "Ready, Ann? Are you ready for your husband to fuck his big, beautiful cock up inside you hot little cunt?"
Ann watched in almost numbed disbelief as he lay down on the cool soft grass beside her, his long thick lust bloated cock slanting upwards toward the clear blue sky. God, this was going to be wonderful! Maybe a new start to their flaccid marriage. She knew, then that she wanted to crawl up on top of him and let him fuck her from below!
Dante whimpered painfully beside her and the young blonde saw her dark haired lover lean over to comfort him. "Go on," she said to Ann, "Go on and climb up on top of your husband! He's waiting for you! Please him like you pleased me ... and you know you want to! Be free!"
God, Ann was ready all right. There was no use denying how much she had screamed mentally for a cock while Dante was fucking her ... no use to deny the cock craving gnawing in her cunt! Ann's wetly fierce licking of Valerie's cunt had only stimulated her into wanting desperately the real thing fucking up inside her!
Her rich, full breasts quivered as she breathed deeply and she saw Carl grinning up at her with something tremendously magnetic in his eyes that seemed to draw her almost against her will. Making love in front of another person was a new experience for her, and at first her reluctance had almost won the battle, but now that had dissolved into a whirlpool of frenzied lust as she climbed wantonly up over him, straddling him and resting on her knees with the thin vertical mouth of her blonde rimmed cunt poised directly over his soaring hard pole of masculine flesh.
"Come on, my lovely. Put it right in its place," he grinned up at her, his face flushed with the heat of his own rampant desire.
Almost as if she were in a trance, Ann grasped Carl's long hardness and drew it smoothly up through her delicate cuntal curls to place it hesitantly at the lips of her seething hot cunt. And then, with an unexpected piercing stab of his blunt headed thickness, Carl expanded the elastically tight mouth of her moistly lubricated pussy with a furious upward fuck that nearly whipped the breath right out of her lungs! He fucked his powerful hips forward, at the same time reaching out to grasp hold of his wife forcing her downward onto his spearing rod with a loud howl of impassioned delight. A sudden pain rippled through her groin but somehow she couldn't scream ... didn't want to! How long had she waited for this? She was too busy gasping for breath to utter one syllable.
Carl could feel his own breath coming faster and faster as he held her rigidly locked to his lust hardened cock and then began to bounce her up and down over his hard, deeply impaling cock, feeling it go each time ever deeper until it pounded into her cringing cunt.
"Not bad for an old man, eh, baby?" he asked, watching the hardened pink nipples on her quivering breasts which only incited his lust to even greater heights!
"Oh, baby! You're so big, oh Carl! It feels heavenly!" she cried, suddenly forgetting about the audience.
"And it'll get harder yet! Don't you worry, Old Doc Dexter wouldn't let his wife down!" He panted proudly as he felt her clenching her cuntal muscles bravely around his thickly turgid cock. She was joining his undulating movements now, fucking up and down on his rigidly swollen cock, loving every minute of her rapidly growing abandoned excitement and she thought she could feel every ridge of the hot hard cock as it fucked and fucked up into her hungrily engulfing cunt walls.
The heated secretions of her rampant desire were spilling like an overflowing dam from the inner walls of her cunt as it warmly sheathed his lunging hardness up inside of her and she could see by the flushed excitement of his face that his pleasure was no less ecstatically exquisite that her own. And Ann's moans of abandoned excitement grew even more intense as she felt his hands reach up greedily to clutch at her marble hardened nipples, squeezing them and her jiggling breasts between his strong young fingers as she ground her softly voluptuous buttocks up and down over his cock with a frantic, wildly growing passion.
Dante watched, bewildered and feeling neglected by his new lover. He could smell the distinctive odor of her female arousal and knew that to be his cue to play that very special game. And he could feel the fire of his own passion burning in his balls as he watched her beautiful naked buttocks thrust up there in the air like that ... as he saw the human man's thickly inviting cuntal folds up between her thighs ... the tautly puckered mouth of her anus nakedly exposed between her wide-spread ass cheeks.
Had Ann been watching Valerie's virile young dog, she would have seen him panting almost breathlessly and she would have seen, too, his long scarlet cock slipping inch by inch from its furry sheath, as his eyes focused on his nakedly pumping new found lover. But Ann wasn't watching. In fact, her eyes were closed tight as she worked frantically up and down on her husband's rod of hot, hard male flesh, although in the back of her mind she began to become aware of Valerie's dog's slow, creeping movements ...
Suddenly, there was a new sensation flashing like thunder up from her nakedly tremulous loins ... it was wet and warm ...
The young blonde twisted her head back to see Dante licking upward along the furrow of her nakedly wide spread buttocks! "Oh Dante! Please!" she gasped hoarsely but her pleading was interrupted by Carl's commanding voice. "Ann! Up, Ann! Get that ass of yours up higher!" he barked, pulling her shoulders down so that her softly supple smooth buttocks stuck out invitingly high and unprotected in the air, seemingly an open invitation to Valerie's madly impassioned German Shepherd. "That's it. Let the old boy have his fun, too."
Ann wasn't quite sure what to make of her obscene situation and of her husband's sudden demands. Did he really want the dog to have her too? She felt Dante's strong forepaws on the creamy flesh of her naked hips and then the soft nuzzling of his belly fur against her nakedly exposed ass cheeks. And she knew, then, that his heavily hardened animal cock was not far behind! and she knew exactly where he would try to fuck into her with it, too.
"Oh, I can't," Ann gasped. "Not there!" the thrashing blonde exclaimed, but she knew from the lust controlled look on Carl's flushed face that he was enjoying himself far too much to put a stop to the fun in mid-game. Ann knew then that there was no escape for her, that she would be mercilessly fucked both in the cunt and in the ass right there in front of Valerie Barren ... that the dog would fuck his long scarlet cock into her defenselessly exposed rectum while Carl fucked with obscene delight up into her fire filled cunt from below!
"Oh God, please Dante ... please wait!" But Dante wouldn't wait. "Please do it easy, Dante!" she choked, feeling the dog's searing hot hardness searching in vain along the voluptuously tempting valley between her nakedly spread buttocks as Carl fucked his mammothly thick cock hard into her from below. And then, he found it. The tapered tip of Dante's dog cock nestled for a moment at the crinkly tight hole of her rectal passageway, poised for action!
She felt him lewdly worm his stiff cock until it was just inside the tiny rectal opening and she gasped for breath. But her breath caught in her throat as he then humped forward again and again, his lust hardened cock grinding without compassion into the vainly resisting tunnel of her virginal anus. A deep and angry growl rumbled around in the animal's throat as she felt the tapered length of his massively fucking cock stretching the channel of her elastically yielding rectum, sliding all the way up into the hot rubbery depths of her now double fucked body!
"Aaarrruuggh! Owwwww!" she wailed as the pressure rippled through her body. Lurching, she tried to ease the discomfort by shifting her position somewhat, but Carl's hands held her firmly on his wickedly upthrusting cock so that she was helpless to escape her fate. No, there was nothing she could do now but submit ... perhaps sooner than later she would begin to relax and enjoy it.
Carl's lust provoked groans and the dog's whimpering whines soon congealed into one chorus of passion singing sounds as they humped and pumped with spine shattering rhythm up into her twinly enveloping orifices and only the hotly raging flames of unquenchable passion that still filled her belly made it all somehow bearable! And soon ... gradually, as the double pumping and humping continued relentlessly ... soon the pressure began to dissolve away and a new feeling of erotic excitement spread from the moisture saturated crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks at the thought of the double fucking she was getting from her husband and Valerie's pet German Shepherd at the same time while Valerie watched!
The young blonde felt her animal lover's tapered throbbing hardness rapidly burning into her helplessly stretched rectal opening, pushing the spongy resilient flesh before it in soft rubbery waves as it fucked again and again all the way up into the hotly restricting depths of her virginal rectal tunnel! And as his cock ground relentlessly into the warm naked softness between her voluptuously rounded buttocks, his sperm filled balls slapped with a wicked smacking sound against the puffy, cock stuffed lips of her torridly simmering cunt just below! She was completely and hopelessly impaled to the hilt on the twin ravishing cock thrusts of them both and she reeled with the impassioned and heretofore unknown pleasure of her own licentiously wanton behavior!
"Ooooaaauughh!" she wailed, writhing wretchedly .
Moaning and crying with the flagrant intensity of her mind shattering passions, Ann tried to move with their frantic tempo, wishing for nothing more than to be able to look back to see their twin impaling, thickly hardened rods of flesh fucking deep up into her wetly clinging cunt and anus! But she could only visualize how it must look to Valerie who sat nearby, her own hands running passionately along the voluptuous curves of her breasts as, her eyes glazed with lust, she watched the husband and wife with mounting excitement.
Valerie knew she couldn't take much more without joining in ... or simply bringing herself to a much needed climax with her own expertly massaging fingers!
"Oh, both of you fuck meeeee!" Ann cried, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly on her heavily heaving chest. "Fill meeeee! Fuck meeee! Harder! Faster! Deeper! Ooohhhh, yesss!"
She stared enviously at the naked copulation occurring right before her eyes, Dr. Dexter's big thick masculine cock fucking up with passionate fury into the soft pink wetness of his wife's insanely squirming pussy while the massive dog fucked in and out of her ass like he was mounting a bitch in heat! Those wonderful love organs glistening wetly in the late afternoon sun, stretching the elastic skin and driving it inward with every mind blowing fuck forward! It was all too lewdly hypnotic for the aroused young woman as she watched, enthralled, as Ann's pussy sucked in the massively thick cock of her husband while her ass hole sucked in with equal voraciousness the scarlet hardness of her dog!
"I'm cuuummming!" Ann screamed, wild with abandoned passion as she felt her dog lover's scorching gushes of boiling sperm shooting up into the dark, inwardly sucking spasms of wild convulsing pleasure rocketing through her nakedly quivering belly in orgasmic and furious response. She could feel every contraction of her own tightly straining muscles and every contraction of her animal's brute cock as it emptied out its searing load of heated animal cum far up into her feverishly thirsting belly -- and then she heard Dr. Dexter growl, too, like an untamed animal! He too began emptying his thick viscous fluid now in a torrent of white thickness that blasted up to the very back of her madly clinging cunt as her wildly undulating hips ground down hungrily onto the towering throbbing hardness of his cock!
The powerful muscles of both her cunt and rectum clung hungrily and sucked wildly at the two fucking rods of flesh as they jerked and convulsed around crazily up inside of her, letting loose the last vestiges of their life-giving juices into her madly milking orifices.
After it was all over, the young blonde collapsed down onto the still tremoring naked body of her husband. She wasn't sure how much time had elapsed when she heard Valerie's voice: "And now, it's time for Valerie to put on her show. I just can't wait to get fucked like Ann!"
Chapter 9
Ten o'clock at night, and the velvet smoke-stenched curtains of the nightclub lifted, leaving the stage open to view.
"Good to see ya came back, fella," a lilac smelling redhead leered at the two people she'd just served drinks. "Valerie told me all about you," she crooned, leaning down over the table so that her heavy melon shaped breasts grazed the tip of Dr. Dexter's nose. Next to him, Ann smiled, proud of her husband who'd become another person since the completion of his research project.
True. He'd changed considerably since that afternoon on the grassy backyard with Dante and Valerie witnessing the turning point of a failing marriage. Now it was sex for breakfast, lunch and dinner ... and sometimes a midnight snack.
"Honey? What's the surprise you told me about? I know that Valerie is going to perform, but why do they have a bed and dresser on stage? Rather strange for a stripper, don't you think?"
Gently, patting her arm, he leaned over, resting his other hand on her nylon slick knee. "Just you wait honey. Better watch real close, because when we get home it's not going to be our new pet Joker who gets all the tricks."
