Several decades ago, small town life in America had been seemingly described, analyzed and explored to exhaustion. Since the depression and war, most contemporary American writers and social critics have withdrawn their attention from the settled rural behavior of "Middle America" and focused their comment on the more rapidly evolving conflicts of urban and suburban environments.
The small town milieu of a Sherwood Anderson or a Sinclair Lewis no longer actually constitutes the common background experience of most Americans; it is not, accordingly, a frequent choice of background for imaginative treatment by present-day writers.
In point of fact, the overwhelming majority of the American population now lives in or nearby the great metropolitan centers.
Sharply oriented toward mass communication, production and distribution in their everyday existence, those of this majority probably have more in common-in respect to their life style-with inhabitants of London, Moscow, or Stockholm than with their fellow countrymen in the small rural centers that still abound in the United States.
Despite the general neglect of these small towns, they are not the quiet backwaters they might seem. Social, cultural and personal eruptions are also rife.
Miss Williams has depicted, in her highly charged novel, an example of a harrowing transformation in the life of one such anonymous small town household. She shows point by point the reasons behind the sudden and extreme changes in attitude undergone by Eddie and Barbara Smothers, her archetypal small town characters. The problems are two-sided and the author has explored them completely, leaving no stone unturned in her ruthless portrayal.
The young couple are drawn into an extremely tangled catharsis, a kind of experience that Miss Williams implies may well be in store for many peaceful small town dwellers.
The publishers feel proud to introduce this excellent work, whose integrity has tackled an unfashionable subject and won from it a portent of deep potential relevance to contemporary American society.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
Barbara Smothers felt a warm glow of pleasure pervade her entire body as the exciting friction caused by her husband's insistent kneading of her nipples through her cotton dress sent eddies of delight coursing through her. His firm, strong fingers tweaked the erect, throbbing buds with growing eagerness and his mouth was hot and moist against the creamy skin of her slender neck. She leaned back against the couch, basking in the rising heat of her desire. It felt so good, and it was so long since they'd made love . . . over two weeks in fact, ever since they'd had that dreadful fight ...
Against her will, wounding, resentful memories of their quarrel came crowding back into her serene mind, and new stabs of anger were beginning to jab at her consciousness.
Her husband's hands had now slipped under the neckline of her shift, and his fingers were insinuating themselves into the soft, lacy cups of her bra. She shivered from the searing touch of his flesh on hers, and a low moan escaped her lips.
"Barbara honey, let's go into the bedroom!" she heard her husband whisper huskily.
His voice seemed to jar the sensuous euphoria which had engulfed her and broke the spell which his passionate touches had woven over her.
Once more, anger seethed inside her and she broke roughly away from his arms.
"For God's sake, Ed, stop pawing me and leave me alone!" she snapped unreasonably.
Ed, his prick pounding with agitated passion against his leg, tried to calm his wife's mounting irritation.
"Oh, Barbara darling, you look so lovely! Let's just..."
"Don't think you're going to get around me by flattery," she hurled angrily. "I'm not some ... some whore to be used at your convenience ..."
Barbara had risen from the couch and was staring down at her husband, her eyes flashing, and her hands doubled into fists. "I can't forget those horrible things you said to me, nor how you promised to think about giving up the business, and now it's over two weeks, and you still haven't done a thing ..."
"For Christ's sake, Barbara, stop haranguing me!" Ed lashed back, venting his growing fury. "I told you I'd think about it, and I am!" Ed rose wearily, and picking up his jacket, started towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Barbara questioned suspiciously.
"If you must know," her husband replied coldly, "I'm going to pick up Miss Clinton at the new bungalow. It's nearly eight!" "You don't care about me at all!" she wailed suddenly. "All you're interested in are your goddamned cabs!"
Without answering his wife's accusation, Ed left, slamming the door behind him.
Desolation swept over Barbara and an aching loneliness engulfed her. She was alone again -Pat, the boy who answered the phone and took messages had left, and Dave, Ed's partner in the taxicab business, was driving tonight.
The erratic crackling of the two-way radio in the next room, which Ed used as an office, was anathema to her, and she had to fight the wild, almost uncontrollable urge she had to dash in there and smash it, and all it stood for, to pieces.
Bitter tears of disappointment and frustration streamed down the smooth, ivory skin of her beautiful young face.
Oh, God, I can't stand it! I just can't stand it! she moaned to herself. If only Ed would give up this taxi business, and do anything, anything else! She didn't think she could take another day of cabs wheeling into the driveway, the coarse, raucous shouts of the other two drivers, which Ed and Dave were beginning to imitate, the constant ringing of the phone-it was getting too much to bear!
She recalled again the bitter argument she and Ed had had, over the business mainly, and how she'd almost begged him to give it up. She recoiled from the memory of all the hurtful things he'd said to her. Any other wife would back her husband up, encourage him, help him ... His wounding taunt still stung her. Oh, God, she'd help him, willingly, to do anything, but not this vulgar, low-class business.
A streak of stubbornness asserted itself through her unhappiness. I won't give in! she thought triumphantly, I'll make him give it up, and then I'll show him how good a wife I can be....
She became conscious of a gnawing hunger in the pit of her loins-an ache that had persisted over the last few days. She missed Ed physically-her body was accustomed to nightly journeys into the realms of passion. She hadn't let her husband touch her since their last quarrel, but she'd hold out until she got her way. He needed her too, and he was the one who would have to give in! He just had to!
* * *
Ed glanced appreciatively at the curvaceous body of the blonde who was easing herself into the back of his cab. Putting her small overnight bag in the trunk, he was just in time to catch a glimpse of the nylon-sheathed sweep of her shapely legs as she glided them inside and closed the door.
That Miss Clinton sure is a looker! he chuckled, steering the cab down the Old Mission Road. He stole another look at his attractive passenger in the rearview mirror. She was applying lipstick to her full, sensuous lips, using the mirror of her compact, and her heavily made-up eyes were lowered, her long lashes flaring out on her creamy skin. Her ash-blonde hair was swept up in a complicated style, drawn away from her oval face. Ed stared for a moment longer at the fascinating ritual, and then hastily averted his eyes to the road, as she suddenly looked up and returned his gaze in the mirror, her deep blue eyes seeming to penetrate his blushing face.
There was hardly any traffic on the neon-lighted highway and the only break in the monotony was an occasional garishly-lit drive-in.
The depression which had followed his wife's accusations was beginning to lift, and he tried to sort out his feelings. He couldn't really blame her for the way she felt about the business. He knew she was inclined to be a little stuck-up about the whole thing, feeling that a taxicab operation was just a bit beneath her. Still, he couldn't help that-he had to make a living somehow, and he couldn't think of anything else that would bring in the money he was making now. He resented the fact that she didn't encourage him or give him any help at all. He wouldn't mind that at all, he reflected, if she hadn't been so damn cold to him of late. The memory of her soft, pliant body, eager under his touch just a few minutes before, sent stirrings of pleasure through him. It was so long since he'd fucked her, and he was conscious of a dull ache of desire for her.
In spite of their differences, he really loved her, and desired her as much as he had when he married her over two years ago, but he was beginning to lose patience with her and her nagging ways.
"Have you got a light?" Miss Clinton's sultry voice breathed close to him.
Fumbling, he found his butane lighter and reached back with it, flicking it into flame. He caught his breath from the cool tantalizing touch of her fingers on his hand as she steadied it and he felt a cloud of warm smoke on his neck as she exhaled.
"Thank you, Ed," she murmured, and Ed realized she had seen his name on his I.D. tag.
"Have you been in the Traverse area long, uh, Miss Clinton?" Ed heard himself questioning.
"Call me Doreen," the older woman purred, her hand touching him caressingly on the shoulder. "No," she continued, "but I'm familiar with this part of Michigan, and I intend staying here for quite some time!"
Ed wondered if he had imagined the tone of teasing suggestiveness in her voice, and felt the heat rising to his face again.
"That's ... that's good, Doreen!" he mumbled, aware of her lingering hand, which still rested near his neck.
"I have a summer home at the end of the peninsula," Doreen explained, "and I'm going to spend the rest of the summer there. Of course, I'll be all alone, but maybe you'll come visit me, Ed?"
"I ... ah ... sure ..." he finished lamely, unsure as to how he should react to this outspoken woman. Suddenly, he wished the drive was over. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, listening to her ambiguously seductive remarks, and Goddammit, she was a hell of an attractive broad, even if she was pushing forty. The heady, exotic aroma of her perfume wafted across to him, an intoxicating fragrance that curled around in his brain, conjuring up smoldering, exciting images, affecting him like some mystical drug, and making the fire rise from the heated depths of his loins. Pull yourself together, man, he told himself, she's just another fare, and you're acting as if she's ready to jump into bed with you.
"Mmm ... it's very hot in here!" Doreen murmured behind him.
"I'll open the window ..." he replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She had taken off her light summer coat, and Ed could see that she was wearing a thin dress of beige silk, the same color as her hair, buttoned down the front, and he was just able to catch a glimpse of the firm, full vee which marked the beginning of the swell of her firm, full breasts. He thought he could see the faint outline of her nipples against the light fabric, and wondered suddenly if she was wearing a bra.
"That's better ..." Doreen whispered as Ed rolled the window down a few inches.
"Don't you feel hot?" she asked, leaning closer to him.
"No, I-" he began, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes fell to the voluptuous curve of her breasts, and a shudder of disbelief convulsed him at what he saw. The blood rushed roaring to his face as he turned his attention back to the road. He just couldn't believe it! She had unbuttoned her dress, until it was open to the waist, and he saw plainly the smooth, firm flesh of the milk-white mounds. What was she trying to do, showing her body like that? He was only flesh and blood-there was only so much a man could take before he'd lose control completely. And God only knew, with her sexy suggestive remarks, her touches, and now this, he had very little control left. Involuntarily, he stole another surreptitious glimpse in the mirror. A wave of dizziness swept over him, and his mouth hinged open as he continued to stare in the rearview panel, oblivious to the road and its dangers. She had completely bared one breast now, and was cupping it in her hand, the soft fleshy mound cradled in the palm, and her long, tapering fingers were gently titillating the pinkish, resilient flesh of the burgeoning nipple.
Oh, God, he moaned, clasping the steering wheel with both hands, tearing his eyes away from the lascivious sight of the half-naked woman in the back of his cab. His hands felt clammy, and he could feel the painful pressure of his prick as it swelled into turgidity, goaded on by the memory, etched like an engraving on his consciousness, of the doughy pliancy of the older woman's bared tit. God, how he'd like to take her boob-both of them-and squeeze and knead them, roll and tweak the rosy nipples, sink his teeth into the tender, buttery flesh....
Desperately, he fought for control over the lewd thoughts fomenting in his brain. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the black snakelike length of the road as the powerful cab swallowed it up. He tried to will his pounding cock into subservient flaccidity, but somehow, the nearness of the seductive stranger was like an aphrodisiac and his tormented rod continued to strain painfully for release.
"You're the best-looking man I've come across in Traverse City, Ed," Doreen whispered, her full warm lips barely grazing his ear.
"God, Doreen, take it easy!" he blurted, beads of perspiration breaking out all over his blushing face.
"I bet you're well-hung, too ..." she went on.
Tumultuous feelings catapulted around inside Ed's wracked frame. He felt like smashing this teasing blonde's face, silencing her lewd insinuations. Who did she think she was, egging him on like this, taunting him with her body, almost seducing him, probably just to pass the time? But at the same time, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel and caress every inch of that incredible body of hers. Hungrily, he imagined the magnificence of her luscious curves exposed to him, the silky feel of her flesh beneath his touch ... he had to have her, he knew that now . ,. he had to have her, no matter what the circumstances!
"It's the next house on the left ... it won't be long now," Doreen whispered, and Ed glancing again in the rearview mirror, had to suppress a strangled gasp as his bulging eyes again alighted on the neon-shiny fullness of his passenger's naked breasts.
He stepped on the gas. His cock was brutally aching in its aroused desperation and he derived a lewd satisfaction from the largeness of the bulge. Images of his wife's creamy slender body, warm and soft beside him in bed, so close and yet cruelly withheld, flicked with kaleidoscopic vividness through his enflamed brain.
She was taunting him too-his own wife using her body as a prize to be won when he played the game her way and now-this bitch in the back seat was teasing him, tormenting him with her double-meaning remarks. Well, he'd shoot them, he frothed, show them he wasn't to be reckoned lightly with ...
Driving like a madman, he careened up the road and then swerved with a sickening screech of brakes into the dimly lit driveway of a lone-standing bungalow.
"Come in and have a nightcap, Ed," Doreen invited and needing no second invitation, Ed sprang out of the cab and followed his erstwhile passenger. The clear night air brought him a little to his senses, and he began to wonder if he had imagined the suggestive quality in her remarks. Perhaps, he thought bitterly, my being so horny makes me read sex into ordinary conversation...
Doreen turned to face him as she fumbled for her key in her small purse and with pounding heart, Ed saw that her dress was hanging open, completely unbuttoned! In the faint light, he could see the eerie gleam of her nylon panties above the rounded curve of her long legs.
Ed was aware of her eyes on his still-writhing prick, an urgent bulge against the material of his pants. And then her hand reached out to the hardness of it and brushed coolly against it. A growl began far down in his throat as he felt the electrical touch of her sinuous fingers on his burning crotch.
"Mmm ... I can tell you do have a nice, big cock!" she droned, her eyes half-closing in dreamy torpor.
Suddenly, Ed could stand it no longer. All his pent-up anger, frustration, humiliation even at being the plaything of first one woman, his wife, and now this near-stranger, boiled up to the surface, and with a savage snarl, he reached out for the teasing, tantalizing half-dressed woman in front of him, and grabbed her to him.
"In here!" she hissed and she led him a few steps into the unlocked summer porch. The screens admitted the evening air, and Ed could feel the coldness of the vinyl tiles as they sank to the floor. The woman's body was heated and fervent against him and he showered hungry, eager kisses over her face, her neck, her throat as his hands roamed in febrile haste over the suppleness of her body, tearing away the flimsy covering of her panties. The musky feminine odor of her permeated his being, increasing his desire for her. In lustful abandon, he tore away the encumbering items of his garments-ripping off the buttons of his shirt in his speed, rolling down his pants and removing them and his shoes and socks in one desperate movement. Then he smashed his lips down on hers, feeling their luscious pliancy respond instantly, and their tongues joyously found each other, dancing and writhing with each other in a mad tango of mounting passion.
Ed shivered as Doreen ran her hands expertly up and down the sinewy plane of his back, probing and exploring the erogenous areas of his frame-the curve of his neck, the stretch of his flanks, the hollows of his buttocks. He felt his body melt from the deep-freeze imposed by his wife, and Doreen's practiced diligent hands were the thawing agent. Ed pressed the full length of his body against hers, cupping his hands under the firm, full moons of her buttocks, pulling her loins up towards him. He could see the platinum triangle of her pubic curls, gleaming like quicksilver as they meshed with his own dark, crisp wisps.
"Oh, God, you feel good ..." Doreen moaned, and her unabashed appreciation was like balm on his wounded libido. She reached her hand down and grasped the engorged length of his throbbing penis, and began to rotate it up and down around the wet, pulsating folds of her vaginal split, lubricating the palpitating hardness with the excited secretion of her softly squirming pussy. The titillating feel of her soft feminine flesh against the hard rubbery head of his cock sent scurries of pleasure racing through him, increasing the pressure in his passion-wracked balls. Flexing his hips with an urgent thrust, Ed drove the steady, rock-hard length of his member straight at the steaming entrance of her waiting cuntal valley.
"Arrggghhhhhhhh ..." she gasped as the mouth of her eagerly pulsating pussy flowered open and swallowed the plunging rod until the entire length of it was buried in the warm hungry depths up between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, "that's the way I like it, lover ... !"
Ed ground his pelvis into the vibrantly responsive body of the woman beneath him and he began to fuck into her with long, measured strokes. Doreen returned thrust for thrust, driving her hungrily clasping pussy up to meet his downward plunges in an instinctive heathen rhythm.
A strange primitive joy captured Ed and he felt a freedom unlike anything he had ever experienced before. This feeling of liberty was a heady one-the natural abandonment of fucking and being fucked by a skillful, unprudish woman was a shot in the arm for him, infusing him with new vigor.
"Shove your finger in my ass ..." she hissed through grinding teeth. Ed, completely enslaved by the power of this older woman's complete sexuality, dazedly reached down and searched with his middle finger between the soft quivering orbs of her buttocks. He found the tiny puckered lips of her rectum, and teased at it experimentally, until the tight, crinkled little ring popped and gave way and he was able to worm his finger in to the first knuckle.
A painful shudder spasmed through the woman but she groaned aloud and with a slight grunt, pushed her buttocks back on his finger, readily impaling herself on the painful intruder. Ed revolved his finger around against the tight rubbery walls, reveling in this novel act, feeling her hotly clinging rectal passage contract and loosen in a convulsive rhythm of desire.
"Oooohhhhh ... I like it, I like it. . ." she moaned wildly, twisting and squirming under the pleasurable intensity of the double skewering of her rectum and cunt.
Pleasure was building up with gathering tumult in his sperm-bloated balls and he knew he would cum soon. He wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure as long as possible, but the incredible expertise with which Doreen milked his pumping prick was whipping him up to incredible frenzy, and he knew that she, too, sought to achieve her orgasmic release.
Suddenly, her body was quivering with unprecedented fury and harsh, sobbing moans were emanating from her throat.
"Agh! Agh! Aghhhhhhh! I'mCUUUUUM-MMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!" she screamed, battering her widespread vagina against the jack-hammering drives of Ed's pelvis. Her body tossed and cavorted in incredible lust, and her earth-shaking movements of uncontrolled passion unleashed the crescendoing violence of his own imminent release. The convergence of lust and passion in his demented testicles triggered the eruption of the hot milky seed which rushed in a roiling galaxy to spew frenetically into Doreen's hotly suctioning depths, milking and coaxing until there was nothing left-nothing but a dreamy euphoria which lulled him into a sensuous twilight sleep.
"Oh, God, Ed, that was wonderful!" he heard her sigh. A new feeling of power and masculinity surged through him on hearing her words.
"You're a hell of a woman, Doreen!" he answered appreciatively. It was true; she had shown him a new dimension in the world of sensual pleasure and he was floating on the waves of supreme satisfaction. He resolutely cleared his mind of the guilty, unbidden thoughts of his wife which tried to creep into his head. After making love to Barbara, he usually felt only a vague sense of incompleteness, inadequacy even. She didn't know how to please a man, like Doreen did. He had responded in a way hitherto unparalleled with Doreen, and in a way he had never come near to emulating with Barbara.
"And I hope you'll come and see me again soon," Doreen was saying, penetrating in on his thoughts. Her fingers were toying lightly with his hip, and her lust-dimmed eyes were riveted on the semi-erect expanse of his awakening prick.
"Yes..." he murmured, "hell yes, I'll be back very, very soon ..." flattening her lush ripe body once more back against the tiled floor of the summer porch.
* * *
Ed tensed himself, expectant of the storm of guilt and remorse which he felt sure would deluge him. It came, but not with the vengeful fury he expected. He did feel a pang of conscience at the clear realization that he had just fucked another woman, and derived such incredible unbelievable pleasure out of it. An image of Barbie rose up in his mind, and almost to his stupefaction, he was able to scrutinize this picture of his beautiful young wife, almost with detachment. His mind's eye roved idly over the milky curves of her luscious young body, so sensuously alluring, her long dark hair, an ebony cloud which titillated him when he felt it on his naked body, her perfect oval face, startling in its loveliness. Almost callously, he mentally compared her to the body of the lustful woman who was slightly dozing beside him. Her golden curves, more ample but yet just as provocative compared very favorably with his wife's, and Doreen's face had an enticing look of experienced sensuality which his wife lacked.
Ed thought again of the intensely arousing pleasure he had just experienced in the arms of the buttery skinned siren beside him, and a shiver of vicarious delight rippled through him. Christ, he'd never experienced anything like it. He felt as if she had taken him on a trip out of this world, and he had decided that he never wanted to come back. He had almost forgotten that such pleasure existed-all his life lately seemed to be bound up in Barbie's hang-ups, her inhibitions, and even though he could get excitingly, excruciatingly aroused by the tantalizing touch and look of his wife's glorious young body, he never seemed to get anywhere. There was something missing in their relationship- he didn't doubt that-but what? Was it that she lacked experience, he wondered. But surely I should be able to counter that, he retorted to himself, it's my place to teach her, show her ...
He felt Doreen stir beside him, and a warm haze of well-being seeped through him. Doreen was no problem in that respect, he chuckled to himself. Damn, he'd never known a woman who made love like she just did. She was like a goddess made for love, for sensual excitement. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was stretched out on the floor, her opulent body a glimmering streak on a dark background. Her sumptuous flesh had an ethereal quality that made Ed hesitate to reach out and touch it, although it seemed to him that every sense ached to do so. The pinkish brown crests of her lemon-colored breasts contrasted delicately with the smooth peaks, and Ed's entranced gaze followed the superb line of her curvaceous hip, to the apex of his attention, where the straw-colored pelt of her pubic mound sprouted in a vee between the clamped together columns of her long, shapely legs. The enticing spot drew his eyes like a magnet, and as if aware of the dynamic attention focused on the erogenous area, Doreen shifted slightly, parting her satiny thighs a little, revealing a faint glimmer of naked pink flesh beneath the golden fringe.
Ed felt his throat go arid and he was conscious of his involuntary gulping action. His eyes began to water from the strain of his unwavering stare, and he felt that at any minute he might go berserk and throw himself on the helpless woman.
His eyes traveled back to her face and astonished, he saw that she was looking at him.
"Like what you see, baby?" she drawled, a sensual smile spreading over her relaxed countenance.
"Oh, God, Doreen ..." he barely managed to gasp.
"Well, I like what I see, and what I got!" she laughed, her hand reaching out and just barely touching the half-flaccid bulge of his genitals. Her touch was like a searing poker on his naked flesh and he was amazed to feel that his dormant cock was beginning to rise into virility again. Her touch was like magic on his sleeping member and he looked at her in reverent awe.
"Doreen, I ... I've never known anyone like you before!" he stammered, embarrassed about his tongue-tiedness.
"Well, you're quite a man yourself!" she smiled, her fingers playing lightly on his tortured flesh.
I like this young man, Doreen mused to herself, and he's pretty good in the sack, too! She glanced appreciatively over his hard, lean body, appraising his rugged masculinity, her scrutinizing eyes darting back continuously to the no longer inert bundle she was absent-mindedly caressing. It always gave her a thrill, no matter how many times she had done it, to see and feel a wonderful male cock grow and expand under her touch-a feeling of power, really, that she could work such a miracle. She couldn't help feeling a little sorry for Ed, guessing that things weren't going too well at home. She knew that he was probably feeling a pang or two of guilt, and wondered idly what kind of wife he had. One thing's for sure, she mused, she should hold on to this husband of hers-he's much, much too good to lose!
Ed lay back against a porch chair, his eyes closed, basking in the wonderful torpor which was spreading through him from the hypnotic, caressing strokes of the older woman's fingers on his enervated penis. The cool digits were like ice against the burning heat of his throbbing flesh, and he could feel the tumultuous churning in his balls, which he thought had been tranquillized for quite some time by the incredible release he had experienced not long before. But now it seemed as if they were clamoring for further stimulation, further exquisite freedom. As if reading his thoughts, Doreen's hand slipped down and cupped the mutinous sac in her soft palm, and Ed thought that they would jump out of her grasp from the electrifying jolt that chasmed through them at the sudden, delicious contact.
With a stifled gasp of disappointment, Ed felt his rolling genitals released and suddenly they felt more exposed, more naked than they had ever been before. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief, as he saw Doreen's soft golden hair dipping down to his tormented loins. Once more, her fingers closed around the thick stem of his penis, and then, a strangled moan tore from his lips as he felt the unbelievable, dizzying touch of her tongue on the head of his hotly throbbing shaft! He couldn't believe it! She was kissing him there, kissing his penis!
Further sighs of pleasure issued from his dry throat as her luscious wet tongue snaked up and down and around the palpitating length of his elongated prick, bathing it with her warm salival juices, warming it with her heavenly scented breath, coaxing and teasing it with her full, ripe lips. Then she had enclosed it in her mouth completely, her firm lips tightening around the stamen, below the mushrooming flesh of the hard rubbery head. The exquisite pressure that she was exerting on the rigid circumference thrilled him beyond belief, and then, when he felt the tip of her diligent tongue flitting in and out of the narrow slit at the top of the throbbing, spongy head, he could not suppress a wild expression of jubilation.
"AAAhhhhhhhhh ... oh, God, that's wonderful, Doreen ... Christ, it feels so ... so fantastic!"
Doreen warmed to her task, exhilarated by Ed's excited remarks. She enclosed more and more of the hard, pulsating length of his shaft in her warm, soft mouth, swirling her tongue in and around the heated flesh, feeling the veinous underside pulsing wildly against her organ, and running her teeth up and down the top side, feeling them grate teasingly against the aroused flesh. The dark curls of his pubic hair brushed against her face and she inhaled his exciting male odor, which went to her head with intoxicating force. Eagerly, she continued to pump at the softness of his testicles, squeezing in time to her frenzied tongue caresses, working up a froth of passion in herself and in the crazed body of her companion.
Ed felt as if his entire body was inflamed with the fires of lust. It was so long since anything remotely like this had happened to him -he had long since given up hope, let alone attempts to encourage his wife to perform this incredible act on him. But somehow, the very thought of kissing his penis, enclosing it in her mouth, was utterly repugnant to Barbie, and Ed felt a flush of mortification creep over him even now as he remembered the shambles of such efforts on his part to get Barbie to try. Nothing but shame and embarrassment and hot words ever ensued from such encounters and Ed had all but resigned himself to a life minus this incredible sensation.
But now-the impossible had happened, and this voluptuous older woman was kissing, sucking, slavering over his delighted prick, and was obviously reveling in it herself. He could see her graceful body twitching and writhing as she worked over his burgeoning cock, and he was filled with new desire for her. The nearness of her body was an added aphrodisiac and automatically his hands went out and grasped the curvy firmness of her molded hips, his fingers digging into the soft, deft-like flesh, feeling the vibrancy of her passion. He could see the gleam of her golden pubic fleece and beneath it the faint sheen of her moist delicate pussy. Her thighs were slightly parted and Ed longed to kiss and stroke the soft velvety flesh in between them.
Mesmerized by the proximity of her incomparable femininity, he knew suddenly what he wanted to do. With a savage, animal-like groan, he pulled her closer to him, pulling her off balance, causing her to release his inflated prick from the warmly sucking sanctuary of her buttery mouth.
Relentlessly, he maneuvered the surprised woman, his hands like talons in her yielding flesh, drawing the womanly curves of her pelvis closer to him. His eyes were bulging Out of his head and his breath was ragged and uneven like a cornered stag as he positioned the unresisting woman until her erotically flaring hips were level with his perspiring face. With a savage-sounding snarl, he wrenched her cream-white thighs apart, startling her into emitting a little gasp, and exposing the enticing plane of her luscious pussy to his avaricious view. He drew in his breath at the tantalizing sight, taking in every detail of the pink, gently-throbbing furrow. The yellow-fringed outer lips were swollen in arousal, and were quivering like a frightened doe, and they richly framed the small, fluted inner lips which gleamed a faint mauve. The small, clasping hole which they surrounded was petal-shaped, a chiffony pink, and above it, the tiny red tip of her clitoris was barely visible. Ed lowered his eager face to the intriguing sight, glorying in the musky female redolence which wafted out to meet him, and then, as if in slow motion, he placed a thumb on the hair-lined protective folds and tentatively drew them apart, revealing still more of her feminine secrets to his lascivious gaze.
He poised for a split second more above the breathtaking sight, and then flicked out with his tongue and swiped it along the full length of the pulsing ridge.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." Doreen sighed ... "your tongue feels so good on my pussy ..."
Ed swirled it in and out of the moist steamy recesses, delighting in the nectarine sweetness of her creases and crevices, probing and burrowing deeper and deeper, as if he wished to get to the very bottom of the well of her womanhood.
Doreen began to grind her pussy up against his downstroking tongue, her whole body taking on a sensual undulating rhythm.
"Oh Ed, that's it ... it's so good ..." she moaned through gritted teeth as he began to dab rhythmically at the warmly contracting opening to her naked vagina.
Abruptly, he plunged his stiffened tongue straight into the burning orifice, feeling the heated walls close in greedily on his plummeting organ.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh ..." Doreen gasped, squirming forward and screwing her hungry eager pussy down on the searching tongue. It seemed as if he plunged down to her very depths, as if his relentless tongue went on and on undaunted in its purpose, indomitable in its superlative donation of pleasure and more pleasure. He rotated it around inside her, encouraging her inner tissue to flex in return, establishing a diminutive rhythm of its own in her dark, pulsating interior.
Almost mindless with pleasure, Doreen returned to her interrupted task, seizing the still rigid rod in her mouth and doubling her efforts, determined to give back as much of the delectable sensations as she was getting.
Is this really happening? The weird thought flashed through Ed's dazed mind as he continued the teasing swirlings of his tongue. He felt as if inner forces were at work in the insatiable channel of Doreen's pussy to capture permanently and wrench from its moorings his unceasing tongue. The membrane of her vaginal canal closed in so fiercely on his organ that he felt every pulse beat transmitted from her body to her vagina reverberated on his piteous weapon. The flanges of her cunt rimmed his nose, making breathing difficult and his own labored breath returned in warm smothering clouds from the moistly sucking confines of her pussy. Her thighs, too, grasped his head like a vise, trapping him in his groveling position, cutting him off from everything but the overpowering reality of her cunt. A sense of total exhilaration had possession of him, making him feel as if he had wings. He could hardly believe that it was really himself who was a partner in this wanton sixty-nining with a near-stranger; that it was he who was kissing and licking this incredible woman's vibrant, demanding pussy while she in turn was sucking so hungrily on his cock! But it was true! Or else he wouldn't be consumed by such overpowering flames of intense excitation which threatened to sweep him off his feet and turn him into a raging inferno of devouring lust.
Demented, he entrapped the little button of Doreen's turgid clitoris between his teeth, holding it there, while his tongue wrecked passionate havoc on the sensitive little tip, causing uncontrollable shudders to convulse through Doreen, and making her gasp and sob around the burgeoning pole of his prick, still firmly clenched between her tightly locked lips.
In a frenzy of excitement, Doreen ran her tongue over the squirming softness of Ed's rebuilding testicles, coating them with her saliva, gnawing at them with her teeth, and then teasing the tiny wet tip down between his buttocks, dabbing at the tiny, sensitive mouth of his anus, sending ripple after chill of obscene pleasure careening through him.
Their bodies were welded together, fused completely at either end, and curved like a bow in the middle. They rocked and flailed about in unison, creating new thrills and fresh sensations in their perspiration-coated bodies. Their two tongues worked as one, dipping, sucking, swirling, licking, driving their tormented genitals into an even greater frenzy of incredible passion.
The end came for both of them at once, too, and their wild, climactic shrieks were drowned in the recesses of each other's thighs, as Ed shot jet after jet of white, steamy liquid deep into the older woman's eagerly gulping throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, like a fish gasping for breath out of water, as she sought to swallow the unbelievable torrent which flowed into her from the seemingly bottomless well of Ed's excitedly contracting testicles. Her own orgasmic juices cascaded down in a gentler mist, dampening his face as he continued to lick and caress her hotly throbbing pussy flesh for long moments afterwards. Their mouths seemed glued to the damp, orgasming flesh, as the last rushes of release emptied themselves, and the quivering, palpitating spasms ceased, and a satiated peace returned to the two orgiastically exhausted bodies.
CHAPTER 2
Barbara took a final appraising look at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her long jet black hair shone like onyx, and her new black shortie nightdress made her look like an alluring siren. She had bought it only two days before, after she had lunch with her mother. As usual, her mother was making hints about how degrading the taxi-cab business was, and more veiled innuendoes about how Barbara could have done better, etc. Although she agreed on some points with her mother, the latter's nagging always served to drive Barbara to defend her husband earnestly, and so she had resolved that day to mend her quarrel with Ed. However, Ed had irritated her further that evening, so she had not gone ahead with her plan to serve a nice supper and wear her new nightgown.
But this evening, immediately after Ed had left to pick up Miss Clinton, Barbara had relented and had set about implementing her original plan. After Ed had returned, the supper had gone off very well. She had made Quiche Lorraine, one of the few foreign dishes Ed liked, and she had made it with ham instead of bacon, the way Ed liked it. A green salad and a good Chablis had perfected the meal, and she knew the table had looked very attractive with the red tablecloth, black and white striped napkins, and red candles.
Now, Ed was already in bed, and Barbara was sure he would appreciate her new nightie.
She crept into the bedroom, glad that Ed had left the bedside lamp on. Ed was breathing lightly and she wondered for a split second if he was asleep.
"Eddie?" she whispered as she reached the bed.
"Whassamatter, honey?" he mumbled, opening his eyes.
He smiled when he saw her, and feeling a flutter of excitement, she slipped into bed be- side him.
"Mmmmmmm.. . ." he sighed, his eyes closing again.
For a few moments, there was silence, and then Barbara, exasperated, asked: "Do you like my new nightdress?" Without opening his eyes, Ed mumbled, "Yes ... it's ... it's...." His voice trailed off, and Barbara, controlling her growing irritation, leaned over him lovingly, and began to trace her finger lightly down the length of his jawline, stopping at his lips. Slowly, she leaned over him, and began to plant hot, fervent little kisses on his forehead, his jaws, his lips. She tried to probe at his teeth with her tongue, but they were clenched adamantly, and then, with a sigh, Ed turned on his side, oblivious of his wife hovering over him.
His breathing became heavier and more even. Barbara was finally forced to acknowledge the humiliating fact that Eddie was not interested in exploring her warm, eager body tonight. He was asleep!
Furious, she pulled abruptly away from him. He shifted only slightly, and slept on, his head burrowing into his pillow.
"Goddamnit!" she moaned bitterly, maddened with disappointment, and rage too. Her self-esteem was rapidly undergoing deflation. Resentment seethed inside her at the though of the trouble she had gone to to please him tonight-how she had taken the first, the hardest step towards reconciliation. She had tried her damnedest to repair the torn fabric of their relationship, and he couldn't care less! Her long silken hair, so lately lovingly brushed and burnished for her husband's admiration, fell like a dark velvet curtain over her head, and she sobbed, the tears falling down onto the sheets. She was stung by his rejection-because that was what it was! Her long abstinence had kindled her body into glowing arousal and now it burned in u n f u l f i l l m e n t.
Ed had always wanted her before-had she left it until too late? Had he lost all desire for her? The thought that he no longer wanted her, almost unbalanced her. Panic and physical frustration merged together in a threatening flood. She rushed nervously into the dining room, where the table lay in elegant disarray, a mocking reminder of her earlier intentions. Mindlessly, she poured herself another glass of wine, and drank the still-chilled beverage in a hasty gulp. She filled herself another glass, and half-stumbled over to the mirror which hung in its ornate frame over the buffet. She searched her own image anxiously. Her figure was temptingly reflected in the soft light. Her new nightgown parted over the round jutting curves of her breasts and fell to a foggy darkness below her waist. Scarcely aware of her own actions, her hands rose furtively to the heavy swelling of the full, well-rounded mounds.
Her fingers began automatically to stroke the hardening nipples through the silky material. A growing current of electric warmth ran through her veins, as if her own touch compensated in some way for her husband's coldness. With breathtaking clarity, memories of Eddie's lovemaking stirred in her brain. She could almost feel his muscular body envelop her, feel his soft yet firm caresses, feel the hardness of his blood-filled penis inching its way towards the lips of her eagerly waiting, pussy. Her eyes closed, she ran her hands mindlessly over her expectant body, desperately trying to soothe her loneliness, her aching emptiness.
"Oooohhhhh ..." a heartfelt gasp couldn't be suppressed as she felt a tiny ripple of shuddering desire steal over her. She crumpled to the floor and lay on the floor beside the table, where her now-pitiful attempt to create an atmosphere, the still-flickering candles, glowed unevenly above her. Anguish tormented her. Her husband didn't want her! Moaning, her hands began to cup and caress her rounded, curvaceous hips, just like Ed used to do. The self-palliative action seemed to incense the fusing fire inside her and she was achingly aware of the painful void down between her thighs. The wine hadn't helped her, either. It only seemed to dull reason while at the same time hone sharply the edge of her desire.
Clamping together her thighs, she struggled to suppress the insidious twitching down there, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse and strengthened it into a tightening knot of arousal. As though in a dream, she clasped her straining breasts again, and squeezed and stroked the aching, neglected flesh. She tentatively pinched the throbbing tips of her nipples, seeking to e x t i n g u i s h their burning need. Moaning, she turned over on her stomach, pressing the mound of her tingling clitoris into the softness of the rug, trying to quench the fire that was suddenly blazing there. Desperately she fought the need that was rampaging within her, and to control her wild, anarchic brain.
Lewd images kept superimposing themselves on her fogged consciousness-images of her husband, his passion-swelled penis poised at her willing vagina, her own thighs invitingly spread. The wine she had drunk united with mounting frustration to erode her conscious thought, and she tried to force her body to repudiate its growing excitement. But her sexual need, humiliatingly thwarted tonight, was not to be denied any longer. Of its own accord, her body took control, determining her course of action. Guided by their new, ruthless carnal ruler, her hands dug down between her stretched out frame and the floor, unerringly seeking the apex of her sensation.
The tingling in the pit of her stomach had grown to a jabbing fire licking around her loins, and pressing the full force of her open palm against the gentle rise of her vaginal mound, she felt the first electric contact with her tortured nether flesh. She pressed harder, seeking to contain the erupting passion within her lithe smooth body. Her finger stole gently into the throbbing folds of her pulsating vagina. For a split second, her finger brushed against the tiny erogenous nub of her clitoris and she moaned aloud from the sudden, searing contact.
Like a forest fire, the lewd temptation of the forbidden act spread over her, unleashing the final vestiges of restraint. With a savage, tormented moan, she frantically dug at the source of her burgeoning passion. Moaning softly like a wounded puppy, Barbara turned over and slid onto her back, allowing her burrowing fingers easier access to the steamy, secret haven they craved. Breathing in ragged gasps, she propelled her fingers into the hot, famished center of her open cuntal mouth. The soft vibrant candlelight played over the supple smoothness of her gleaming flesh as she lay there, her fingers groping obscenely in the warm folds of her pussy. Of its own volition, her finger sought the hard, erect kernel of her clitoris, and teased and tormented the hard little organ into vibrant erection.
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she sighed blissfully as her sensitive fingertips grazed the softly moistened inner lips, and then dipped hesitantly around the gently clasping orifice. With agonizing caution, she guided her long slim digit towards the inviting opening, and then with bated breath, she sunk it into the close, silky sheath of her own vagina. Jolts of pure unadulterated pleasure shot through her, and pleasurable rays emanated from the tender friction between finger and cuntal membrane. Eagerly, she explored deeper inside her own womanhood, reveling in the auto-executed delight. She could feel the warm fleshy walls closed in avidly on her finger, and she suddenly knew that one finger was not enough!
With desperate need, she plunged one, two more of her fingers into the hot, moist opening and began to swirl and revolve all three digits around frantically in her exploding depths. Her other hand began to squeeze and pluck at her breasts, and her nails dug relentlessly into the soft mounds, trying to gouge out the demon of desire that lurked there. Crazed lust controlled her! Her body, used to, accustomed to full, passionate ministration by a warm-blooded sensual male, railed bitterly against this crude travesty of fulfillment. Her wine-soaked brain desperately sought an answer to her overwhelming passion -a demented search for satiation that threatened to engulf her completely and relegate her to the realms of the insane.
Blindly stumbling to her feet, the liquor-dazed woman glared wildly around the room. Guided only by the intense yawning abyss of her frustration, she mechanically plucked one of the still burning candles from its brass holder, and dazedly quenched the flame.
The more or less conventional action engendered a spark of normalcy in her dim consciousness. What am I doing? she faltered. Her nightgown was a frothy, disheveled film around her straining body, and her hair was a dark tangled matt of lifeless strands. She stared at the long red candle grasped in her hand. It's cylindrical shape conjured obscene images in her mind as it seemed to dance before her eyes. The lascivious picture of a huge red, blood-engorged penis seemed eternally etched on her vision and in her delirium she could almost feel the long column of wax throb in her hand.
She tried to tell herself that what she was doing was wrong, wrong, wrong, but her mutinous body refused to listen. She tried to shame herself with the memory of her lewd masturbation, but the thought was inflammatory. Vaguely, she tried to remember what it was that had driven her to such a pitch of unparalleled fever. She recalled the degrading episode in the bedroom not even an hour ago, and fresh waves of anger and resentment washed over her scourged body. It's all his fault! It's all his fault! she sobbed, dropping to the floor again. But allocating blame did not ease her still un-solaced hunger, and the flames which had been temporarily appeased now reared once more into demonical liveliness.
Her fingers once more sought the warmth of her palpitating pussy, but even in their diligence, they were unable to pacify the raging torrent in her anguished vaginal depths. Completely in the vile command of her strong-willed body, once more, she began to guide the tall, red pillar of the candle between her legs. Fear was mounting in her quaking frame. What she was doing was unnatural, but she couldn't help it! She just couldn't help it!
She winced from the contact of the hard edges of wax against the tender inner flesh of her desire-swollen cunt. But resolutely, she parted the tiny, quivering inner lips with her hand as she steered the red penis-substitute towards her sensuously pulsating pussy.
"Oh God ..." she moaned as she relentlessly drove the lengthy cylinder past the flower-shaped opening. It felt cold and hard and unyielding against her sensitive inner membrane, but even in spite of the unnatural feeling, her elastic cuntal sheath closed in invitingly on the intruding column, and the already lubricated interior walls allowed its rigid lifelessness to glide easily into her hungrily swallowing depths. With a gasp, she realized that it would go no further. It was imbedded right up the mouth of her cervix! Immediately, her pelvis began an involuntary gyration against the makeshift penis, and warily, at first, but with growing assurance, she began to slide the huge candle in and out of her gratefully accepting channel.
It felt good! She could hardly believe it, but its girth, and length and firmness satisfied a need in her for such an object, and new, more reassuring waves of familiar pleasure washed over her.
She began to jerk and twist under her self-fucking, whipping the red candle in and out with increasing dexterity. Her loins were grinding up eagerly now, and her mouth worked grotesquely in an incessant stream of passionate mewls.
Then, with appalling suddenness, she was on the verge of her yearned for release. Furiously, she jammed the wax pole harder and faster into her churning cuntal depths. Her body was twisted like a demented whore, as she strived to be giver and receiver at once, and her face was flushed with a pink moistness from her exertion. And then, she couldn't suppress it, she emitted a low, almost mournful wail, as she felt the first shudders of long-denied pleasure convulse her. Her head was spinning like a gyroscope and a myriad of eclectic colors were reflected against the blank of her mind, and the most vivid of all, the most striking, was a bright, ruby red-like a candle, like a blood-inflated prick pumping into a hungry, pleading vagina, bringing it to a dizzying pinnacle of pleasure.
Moan after harried moan escaped her lips, as Barbara continued to plunge the pseudo-penis up between her widespread legs, until finally a whirlpool like spasm took her and shook her from head to toe before finally spinning her into a fitful darkness of oblivion.
Hours later, Barbara was still wide awake. She could not sleep, beyond a feverish few minutes, during which she was haunted by an image of a huge penis, which changed alternately into a candle, and which chased her around and around, trying to catch her....
Guilt and mortification were like a heavy pall over her, which she could not shake off. She was sickened by the memory of what she had done, and disgusted at the extent to which her body had betrayed her. She felt unclean, defiled and wondered if she could ever think herself normal again.
Finally, as dawn was breaking, and was sending eerie grey fingers of light into the bedroom, Barbara drifted into an uneasy sleep, the slumber of the physically and emotionally exhausted.
CHAPTER 3
Dave Berry smoked a cigarette as he watched Barbara Smothers tenderly snip a blood-red rose from the European bush. There was something sensual, he thought, about the way she gently disentangled each thorny stem from the body of the rosebush and then almost lovingly laid it beside the others in the wicker basket. The vivid crimson of the beautiful flowers was a striking contrast to the shimmering ebony of her long hair which swung down over her face as she leaned over her work. As usual, Dave felt a stirring of desire as he looked at the sylphlike figure of his partner's wife. He had been attracted to Barbara from the start, not only because she was so pretty-beautiful, in fact-but because she was so unattainable, and a perverse streak in him made him want her all the more, because of that.
She looked like a dream, he thought, stubbing out his finished cigarette, as he watched her gather up her basket of roses, and walk towards the house, the yellow of her sundress glinting like new gold in the summer sunlight.
He heard her in the kitchen, and wanted to join her there, but knew she would not welcome him. He was aware of her barely hidden contempt for him, the other drivers, and most of all, for the whole business. Dave was furious over her stuck-up ways, particularly in regard to himself, but also because he really liked the cab-driving business, and he and Ed seemed to be really making a go of it, even thinking of adding another car to the fleet, making five in all.
Working so closely with Ed, he had noticed the strain in him over the past couple of weeks, and had guessed that he and Barbara had had another fight. He chuckled to himself now as he thought of the conversation he had heard snatches of on the intercom last night between Ed and Doreen Clinton. He hadn't meant to listen, naturally, but when he heard that broad tell Ed how good-looking he was, he had to eavesdrop. He had seen Doreen Clinton a few times in town, and while he recognized her flamboyant kind of sexuality, didn't go for her type. Judging by the way Ed acted when he came back last night, Dave smiled to himself. Doreen Clinton is just his type! He and Ed took turns at driving at night, as one of them had to stay by the phone, and they didn't want to keep Pat, the young helper, later than necessary. He felt a cruel delight now at the thought that Mrs. Stuck-up Smothers had a husband who cheated on her, and she didn't even know it. This revelation gave Dave new courage, and he decided that he might just say hello to young Mrs. Smothers after all.
She was arranging the roses in a white milk-glass vase as he walked into the sitting room.
"There's not much doing this afternoon!" he said breezily.
"Oh!" she said tonelessly, continuing with her flower arranging.
"Must be the weather-too hot to go anywhere!" he continued cheerily.
His eyes feasted hungrily on the jutting protuberance of her high-swept breasts, the tops of which were barely discernible above the rounded neck of the sundress. The yellow of the material gave her usually ivory skin an attractive golden hue, and little loose wisps of hair curled around her temples from the humidity. He felt irked by her unresponsiveness, and was angered by the return of the feelings of inferiority and discomfort which he usually felt in her presence. Conceited little bitch! he fumed to himself, as she turned around, carrying the vase.
He was directly in the path of the sideboard, where she wished to place the vase.
"Excuse me!" she said coldly, staring at him unseeingly.
"Certainly, ma'am!" he mocked, moving to one side. As she brushed past him, his hand swept up in a lazy movement and idly brushed across the front of her dress, grazing the enticing curve of her breasts.
"Mmmmm, they're nice ...." he murmured.
He felt her stiffen, and a scarlet blush crept over her startled face.
"Wha...?" she faltered.
"The roses," he smiled, gesturing to them. "They're really nice!"
Flustered, Barbara placed the vase on the sideboard, unwilling to turn around and face Dave again. But, to her relief, she heard him mutter, "See you later," and heard the door close behind him.
She held on to the edge of the mahogany credenza, trying to still her fluttering heart. Had she imagined it? Did he really touch her breasts? It had all happened so suddenly. Warily, she touched her breasts herself, and with a shock, found that the nipples were animatedly erect. A shiver of revulsion coursed through her. She shouldn't have let him get away with it. Did he think he could paw at her like that, as if he had a right to do it? But it was an accident! The thought leaped into her mind, and she seized on it gratefully. Of course, he had brushed up against her unintentionally, and that lewd, mocking remark he made was about the roses, naturally, or teas it?
Her mind was haunted all the rest of the afternoon as she went about her housework, and the nagging question was still unanswered to her satisfaction when Dave came into the kitchen again. She was at the sink, peeling potatoes, and he walked right up beside her.
"May I have a drink of water?" he asked, in the tone, Barbara thought, of a chastised schoolboy.
Quickly, she moved out of his way, and in her nervous haste, she dropped the potato knife, which fell with a clatter onto the handmade terra cotta tiles from Provence. She hesitated for an instant, wondering if Dave would retrieve it for her, but when he made to move, she bent down herself.
"Excuse me, I should have gotten that for you!" she heard Dave say, and then he was beside her, bending down, his hand briefly touching hers as he picked up the instrument. Horrified, she felt his hips close to her as he doubled over, and with revulsion commingled with disbelief, felt for a brief instant the hard rigid length of his penis pressing into the flesh of her buttock. Then simultaneously, they both straightened up, and Barbara found that he was staring straight at her.
The sensation of his thick, long penis burning against her flesh was like a firebrand in her memory, as he smiled at her.
"Useful instrument! No woman should be without one!"
Barbara gaped at him, openmouthed. Oh God, what did he think she was? She didn't have to take his insults, endure his leering looks.... Through her daze of anger and humiliation, she saw that he was handing the potato peeler to her, and a wave of relief swept over her. A near hysterical giggle burst from her lips as she took the paring knife from him. Of course, he was referring to the knife, a useful instrument and not....
Still smiling quizzically at her, Dave left the kitchen.
Barbara sank down gratefully in a kitchen chair. She was quivering and her heart was pounding in her ribcage. What's wrong with me? she thought desperately, first imagining that he touched my breasts, and now thinking that he touched me with his penis intentionally! An illicit thrill shot through her involuntarily and try as she might, she could not dispel the lurking memory of his hot, hard penis jutting into her soft flesh. She felt a niggling tingling between her legs, and clamped them together tight, clenching her eyes shut in an effort to banish the lurid sensation. By dint of willpower, the burning in her loins ceased reluctantly, but her mind steadfastly refused to give up its adherence to the lewd yet exciting memory of the alien touches on her body, and with mounting apprehension, Barbara forced herself to return to her everyday tasks.
* * *
"Would you mind making me a cup of coffee?" Barbara jumped when she heard Dave's soft voice behind her in the kitchen.
"Of course not. It'll be ready in a minute!" she replied without turning around, and put some water on to boil. She heard Dave sliding into the breakfast nook, and busied herself with taking down a mug, and spooning instant coffee into it.
"Why don't you have one with me?" Dave asked, and Barbara automatically reached for another mug. A cup of coffee would do me good, she shrugged, conscious of Dave's eyes boring into her.
She laid the two mugs of steaming coffee on the Formica table top, and then slid onto the curved seat, so that she was facing Dave, looking at him for the first time since he came into the kitchen. Immediately, the memory of his hot branding penis searing into her reinstated itself in her mind. Was it only yesterday that it had happened?-it seemed like light-years away.
"What's on you mind? You look troubled!" Dave inquired as he pulled a small bottle of brandy from his pocket and generously laced their coffee with it without asking.
Barbara jumped. Did he knew what she was thinking? Embarrassment swept over her, engulfing her completely and making her forget her protest over the brandy. Tears rushed to her eyes. She fought to control them, hoping her husband's partner would not notice. It was foolish, she knew, but she couldn't help it. She felt so lost, so alone. If only she had a friend ... someone she could confide in. All her problems seemed to be getting worse. First there was that awful thing she had done to herself the other night with the candle, and then, last night, Ed had shoved her away when she tried to kiss him, and was asleep before she could even ask him what was the matter. And now, she was on the verge of tears, in the presence of the man who had so crudely touched her yesterday. It was suddenly all too much for her!
"Oh, Dave," she sobbed, "I don't know what to do!"
Dave was beside her now on the seat and his hand was on her shoulder.
"Tell me what's wrong," he suggested quietly as he lifted her cup to her lips and made her drink it all the way down. Barbara almost choked on the strongly swirling liquid now in her stomach but after a moment it passed.
"It's ... it's nothing!" she blubbered, allowing him to ease her over slightly, so she was leaning against him. It felt so good, sitting so close to him, comforting and safe with the dizzying effect of the brandy suddenly fogging her mind.
"That's better, isn't it?" Dave murmured, and poured her another which she quickly pressed to her lips. Barbara felt herself relax. Dave continued to soothe her and a semblance of peace returned to her for the first time in weeks.
Then, in spite of the peaceful euphoria of the brandy, she stiffened suddenly, her peace shattered, as she felt a hand on her thigh, clasping it firmly. She opened her eyes, determined to push his arm away, but there was strength and tranquility in his touch, and as he began to massage the pliant flesh, she didn't really want him to stop. It was so soothing and calming, she'd stop him in a minute. But right now, she needed it. The brandy had done its work well.
And then Dave's hand was gliding up the smooth flesh of her thigh, under the cotton of her summer dress. 'His other hand still rested protectively on her shoulder and-stroked it in a slow, insistent motion. Dave's fingers were reaching up, probing, searching. She felt paralyzed. She didn't want this to happen, but she couldn't, she just couldn't stop his teasing progress. It was as if her numbed, fogged brain refused to cooperate with her, and all she could do was allow the softness of his caressing to continue. She felt a warm, strong palm on her naked stomach-it rested there momentarily, and then the fingers slid down and insinuated themselves under the waistband of her panties.
"No! No! Stop it!" she moaned, struggling feebly to escape her husband's partner's lewd ministrations.
"Take it easy, Barbie, it's all right..." his voice droned on, and she was hypnotized by it.
She held her breath as Dave's fingertips came into electrifying contact with the first soft, curling strands of her pubic fleece, and then he was easing down the silken panties, rolling them down and sliding them under her unresisting buttocks, until they were bunched uselessly at the top of her thighs.
Conflicting feelings rioted inside Barbie's alcohol and emotionally dazed brain. Revulsion and disgust at allowing herself to be used like this, by this man who until now had repulsed her; the feeling of complete helplessness which made her a puppet in his hands; and worst of all, the lurid chilling thrill-a thrill she couldn't deny-that she felt at the thought of how she must appear, legs splayed, dress gathered up around her hips, her panties hanging around her thighs, and her husband's business partner teasing his fingers around in her vagina!
This is wrong, wrong stop before it's too late! reason warned her darkly, but just then the tip of Dave's finger found the narrow sensitive split of her pussy and eagerly probed into it, parting the softly throbbing folds. It was too late now to stop! Forbidden sparks erupted deep in the base of her stomach, and lightning-like chills rippled along her spine and spread to run like wildfire down her long, tapering legs. His finger played along the tender moist furrow, dipping gently into the moist velvety recesses, then flicked tantalizingly at the tiny button of her clitoris.
She was moaning in a low kitten-like voice. She liked his touch on her vagina! She was starved, for love, for attention, and her own feeble attempt to satisfy herself with the candle was not enough; she wanted a man to love and caress and pet her!
Dave looked down at her with a growing feeling of self pride. He could hardly believe that this was Mrs. Ed Smothers, that proud stuck-up bitch, squirming around under his teasing fingers. She won't be so stand-offish, in the future, he thought arrogantly, not after she's gone crazy over my finger in her hot little cunt!
His fingers toyed with the burgeoning bud of her swelling clitoris, goading it into blood-filled erection, swirling the helplessly aroused young woman into further frenzies of burning desire.
"Oh, God, it's so good ..." she moaned unconsciously, pressing her desire-drenched pussy mound up towards his slowly rotating middle finger.
Barbara had no concern now for any of the cautions which had held her back before. Her entire vaginal area was aflame and there was a sizzling, demanding fire in her body, increased a hundredfold by her abstention of the last few weeks, and kindled into a raging inferno from the forbiddenness of the act she was engaged in with her own husband's partner.
"Mmmmmnnnn ..." she sighed as the teasing, working fingers parted the sparse curls of her pubic hair and probed at the softly pulsating mouth nestled up between her open thighs. Then, she gasped aloud as, with a sudden thrusting motion, two fingers rushed inside the moistly quivering cuntal passage, the tips scraping sensuously against the tender inner membrane. The fingers swirled around inside her clasping canal, scouting up new, overwhelming sensations. Her pelvis was churning now, her buttocks moist and warm against the vinyl of the seat, her hair falling wildly around her face.
"Oh, God, don't ... stop ... now ..." she panted, voluntarily splaying her legs even wider, the outward pressure forcing her flimsy white panties down to her ankles, and grinding her twitching, passion-enflamed pussy up against Dave's hand. She was like a woman possessed. She was almost lying on the breakfast nook bench, her sensuous young mouth working grotesquely as she moaned and mewled, oblivious to everything but the urgency of her need for release. Her eyes opened for an instant, and she caught a glimpse of Dave's face-there was lust gleaming there, and something else-contempt, too. Scorn for her willingness to succumb him, disdain for the utter lewdness of her abandon. But somehow, in her lust-crazed state of mind, his contempt and derision only served to magnify the perverse pleasure that gave her passion impetus, and her intense, complete arousal was just an extension of self-loathing and mortification.
A flush of white-hot heat was sweeping over her now and her firm white buttocks began to take on a more insistent grinding rhythm.
A drug-like dizziness pervaded her brain, sending obscene images of herself juxtapositioned as she was in an incredibly abandoned pose shooting through her mind with startling clarity. The small eddies of pleasure surged with frightening suddenness into overpowering currents of raging ecstasy which swept her along like flotsam towards the cascade of a mighty waterfall. And then she was suddenly, and without warning, crashing over the edge, her entire being swept along in a series of rending, cataclysmic quakes which wracked the whole of her nakedly impaled cunt and left her breathless. A mixture of insane laughing and hysterical sobbing convulsed her as she fought to control the extent of her release; and lost; and her fear came from the enormity of her release.
"Yessss ... yessss ... YEEESSSSSS ..." she sobbed mindlessly as she flailed and tossed about under the continued surging and probing of her husband's partner's dampened fingers in her hungrily contracting pussy.
Dave leered victoriously at her as she lay there, panting for breath as the last of her fiery spasms weakened.
Now I have her where I want her, he thought with satisfaction. This is Step One-The snooty little bitch won't high-hat me anymore. ...
Reality, frighteningly humiliating reality slowly returned to the prostrate figure of the young woman. Her inner thighs felt damp and sticky-a legacy from her tremendous release -and with painful slowness, she raised herself up on her elbow, and forced herself to look at Dave.
He was calmly smoking a cigarette, seemingly oblivious to the dark, glistening patch of her vagina still lewdly naked to his eyes. He still had that leering, contemptuous half smile on his lips, and Barbara stared at him in open-mouthed horror. The enormity of what she had done came and struck her like a fist. She had submitted to this man's vile probings, encouraged his prurient touches on her secret areas, even went so far as to actually climax under his illicitly caressing fingers right here in her own kitchen! She had let him fingerfuck her!
"Oh, God, no! No!" Barbara sobbed, desperately extricating herself from the curve of the breakfast nook. Convulsed with sobs, and without a backward glance at the instigator of her misery, she dashed into the bedroom, mindless of her disheveled appearance, forgetful of the silken strip of her panties lying defeatedly discarded on the floor at her husband's partner's feet.
CHAPTER 4
"But I'm telling you, it's all a mistake! It never would have happened if I hadn't been so upset..." Barbara pleaded, uncomfortable under Dave's laconic stare. Nothing she said seemed to convince him that she meant what she said-that the mortifying experience she'd had in the breakfast was an isolated, unfortunate incident.
"Oh come on, honey," Dave cajoled, breaking his silence, "when am I going to get into that nookie of yours? You can't deny you loved my finger in there ..." Barbara didn't know what to do. Dave had been badgering her for the past few days, hinting at continuing their experiment, making vulgar remarks about how she had enjoyed his fingering of her vagina. The last few days were like a nightmare, horrible and frightening, from which she could not wake up. And Dave was like some ghoul resurrected from the underground of her psyche, bent on breaking her to his fiendish will. In her desperation, she had thought about telling the whole story to Ed, but she held back, fearing in her heart of hearts that he would be angry, disgusted, unsympathetic. If he hadn't been so strangely preoccupied of late, constantly dashing back and forth without more than a hurried greeting to her, she felt sure that he would have noticed Dave's behavior. He was getting more blatant, constantly trying to touch her, making coarse remarks, and she was positive that Pat and the other two drivers had noticed his new familiarity with her.
"How about it, baby?" Dave leered again, his hand casually squeezing her thigh.
"Take your hands off me!" she snapped suddenly, her patience ebbing. "Just who do you think you are?"
Dave glared back at her, his eyes flashing.
"I'm the guy that you spread your legs for and let fingerfuck your cunt, that's who!" he snarled.
"How-how dare you?" she stammered, aghast at his effrontery. "I'll tell Ed ..." she finished desperately.
Dave was really angry. She had, incredibly, reverted to her aloof ways after the incident in which she reached a climax from his caresses, just when he had thought he had all but subjugated her, and Dave Berry wasn't one to suffer such slights without reprisals.
"Ed couldn't give a damn!" he jeered, "he's too busy lay in' that blonde floozie of his to spare you a thought."
Barbara recoiled under his insult. Hot, angry retorts stuck in her craw as she fought to control the panic rising in her. God, what did he mean? Was he just saying that to get her to submit to him?
"I don't believe you!" she cried, her eyes wild, two red splotches of color daubed on her cheeks.
"Suit yourself, but if he's getting some on the side, I see no reason why you shouldn't too!"
"I knew it!" she flung hysterically. "It's all a dirty trick to get me to give in to you! But I won't! I won't!" Dry, harsh sobs wracked her body. This man was uttering vile, filthy lies about Ed, and she wouldn't listen to another word!
"Why don't we take a little drive, and you can see for yourself? Ed probably won't mind if we eavesdrop a little ..."
"How dare you suggest that I spy on my husband?" Barbara accused convulsively.
Dave swore under his breath. She was proving harder to convince that he'd thought, and he was infuriated by her naive insistence on believing her husband's virtue and on casting him in the role of complete scoundrel.
"You come with me, you snotty little bitch, or we'll see what your precious husband has to say about these!" Fishing in the pocket of his sports jacket, he withdrew a small silky piece of bunched up fabric which he elaborately unfolded and lay on the coffee table before her, fastidiously smoothing out the creases. It was her panties! Barbara choked back a sob! Oh God, she moaned, where would it all end? Their scanty whiteness was a fresh reminder of her scandalous conduct, and shame crimsoned her cheeks as she recalled her lewd haste to discard them, remembering how she had splayed her legs even further apart for his hand, glad to be free of them ...
Humiliated, she raised her eyes from the obscene memento, and looked at Dave. There was an evil, twisted leer on his face, and a tremendous feeling of despair and defeat enveloped as she read victory in his contorted features.
"All right, I'll go with you," she said haughtily, trying to regain the shreds of self-composure which were eluding her, "but you'll have to eat your words when we find Ed's by himself!"
"Okay, ma'am ..." he sneered confidently, leading the way to his cab.
* * *
Ed lay back blissfully, basking in Doreen's expert ministrations. He sighed ecstatically as she began licking, with a slow, tickling motion, at the limp expanse of his prick, dabbing at the soft flaccid skin of his inert testicles. Shudders raced up and down his spine as he saw the relaxed organ unbelievably coming to life again under her magical tongue.
"Oh, God, baby, I've never known anyone like you!" he gasped, burying his hands in the superb palomino mane of her hair which hung down like a wheaten veil around her face. Doreen smiled at his heartfelt compliment and then brought her mouth down over the burgeoning head of his awakening cock, enclosing its rubbery circumference completely in her velvety mouth.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ..." he moaned, giving himself over completely to the excruciating sensations which engulfed him as Doreen began to caress the imprisoned head with her tongue, flicking with the tip at the tiny opening. The last few days had been an orgy of delectable feelings for him. Every possible moment he had to spare, he spent it at Doreen's, and there was no denying it that she welcomed him. He had experienced the ultimate in sensual pleasure with this remarkable older woman, and he felt as if there was no other woman on earth but her.
She continued to suck and lick his growing organ, and with one hand, she massaged the soft wrinkled skin of his testes, while she stroked and rubbed the stubby base of his penis with the other. She released the now-bulbous head of his engorged prick from her mouth, and lowered her working tongue to the squirming sac of his balls. Almost artistically, she painted the sperm-bloated testicles with her warm saliva, increasing the riotous sensations already there. She continued to coat lovingly the writhing sac, while her hand pumped teasingly on the turgid length of his shaft, making Ed toss and flail wildly under the lariat-like strokes of her tongue. Then her tongue swirled once more around the protuberant column of rigid flesh, and she began to suck on it with renewed strength. She slid her soft firm lips down the full glistening length of it, until the spongy head grazed her esophagus, and then she slithered up his heated hardness again, stopping just under the smooth rubbery head.
Tremendous flurries of steaming heat were gathering inside him, and the lewd revelation that he was being sucked under such illicit circumstances, added to his growing passion.
"Oh, Christ... oh keep sucking!" he groaned, feeling uncontrollable, undeniable surges of fiery warmth sweeping him along on the road to ecstasy.
* * *
Silently, Barbara followed Dave around the back of the dimly lit, isolated bungalow. She tried to banish the nagging doubts that had begun to assail her when, on reaching the lonely country house, they saw a familiar cab standing in front. She had closed her ears to Dave's triumphant snicker, desperately trying to cling to her belief in her husband's innocence. Cautiously, they stepped over the flagstones on the patio, and edged their way over towards the left, where a dim light flickered through the closed French windows. With furiously pounding heart, Barbara obeyed her companion's beckoning and edged closer to the tall panes of glass. With a sinking feeling, she discerned a sneering, mocking grin on Dave's face, and then, with misgivings, she peered through the elegant panels.
For a moment, she could see absolutely nothing other than the furniture of a bedroom, and was about to turn victoriously to Dave, when a movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Craning her neck, she looked harder, and then, a strangled agonized moan escaped from her lips. It wasn't true! IT COULDN"T BE! her mind boggled. She blinked her eyes, trying to dispel the lewd panorama which unfolded itself before her astonished gaze, but it was no use! Sickened with abject horror, she watched in utter disgust at the obscenely spread-eagled form of Ed, her own husband, on the rose-pink crepe bedspread. She had to stop herself from crying out in complete loathing as she witnessed the ripe, red lips of a totally naked blonde close rapturously around the red, fiery shaft of her husband's penis! Oh God, this isn't happening! her tormented mind screamed.
"Well, Barbie baby, what do you think of that?" she heard Dave hiss triumphantly behind her. Openmouthed, she turned to look at him and her revulsion tempted her to scratch and claw at his leering face until it was a mesh of raw wounds. But she couldn't even do that. He had been right! First, he had possessed her not wholly of course, but in that obscene way, and now he increased his evil hold over her by his knowledge of Ed's adulterous conduct and her own shock over it. Numbed, she turned her dazed attention back to the perverted scene within, as if to convince herself that she had perhaps, after all, imagined the entire revolting sequence.
But it was not her imagination. In disbelief, she watched the unknown woman wash and lave her husband's testicles with her long pink tongue, while the long, shapely fingers of her hand circled around the bobbing hardness of the shaft itself, and begin a frenzied milking movement on the jutting organ. Barbara was sure she could see the length of it actually growing under the blonde's mechanical pumping and unconsciously her own hand began a sympathetic convulsive clutching. Aghast, she watched the other woman enclose Ed's penis again in her mouth, and Barbara could see her shapely, curved lips oval and stretch wide around its full circumference. As if mesmerized, she continued to watch as the unknown woman's mouth nibbled slowly down the length of the blood-fused rod, until Barbara was sure that she would choke from the throbbing mass of flesh that crammed her mouth, but the blonde seemed to revel in it, even, it seemed to Barbara, trying to encase more and more of it in her hungrily accepting throat. There was a lewd hypnotic quality in the quickening rhythm with which the thick girth of her husband's prick slipped in and out of the older woman's willing mouth and Barbara continued to gape with a mixed feeling of compulsion and revulsion.
She was scarcely aware of Dave inching closer behind her, and she hardly noticed when he laid his hand on her shoulder and began massaging it, in time to Doreen's furious bobbing up and down on Ed's turgid cock.
Maybe this'll change her mind, Dave chuckled to himself, now that she see's what her husband's getting! Thoughts of his partner's wife's luscious, milky young body danced in his head, and feverishly he imagined how it would look, feel, taste when he finally had his way. For days, he had tormented himself with the vision of her lovely nakedness, and now he gave full rein to his imagination sure at last of achieving his aim. His prick leapt into instant erection, urged on by his seething imagination, and it pushed and jiggled hotly against his leg as it soared into tumescent hardness. He stared with wide, gaping eyes at the salacious scene transpiring before him, his own passion growing and keeping pace with the gathering force of his business partner's excitement.
Barbara winced, a chill cutting through her, when she felt the hot, melting contact of hard male flesh back against her buttocks. She held her breath, eyes still fixed avidly on the sight of her husband being sucked by a beautiful, blonde stranger, as Dave moved even closer to her, his heated, pulsating prick vibrating against her nervously trembling flesh. She shivered as Dave's hands glided up to move caressingly along the smooth contours of her hips, and somehow she was powerless to stop him. The lewd activity she was witnessing in the faintly-lit bedroom seemed to rob her of the will to do anything but stand and watch. Dave's roughened, strong palms continued to stroke her thighs, imperceptibly pulling her back gently until the growing, burgeoning bulge of his prick was wedged tightly between the soft, resilient cheeks of her buttocks, tightly encased in her new butter-yellow capri pants. He began to rotate it slightly, creating new, strange friction between his eager, hungry flesh and her quavering, uneasy frame. Both pair of eyes remained welded on the increasing tempo of Doreen's voracious sucking of Ed's wildly churning cock.
Doreen felt tiny, almost vicarious thrills rippling along her spine. She always felt a glowing sense of delight and gratification when she saw the fever-pitch to which she could rouse men, and this time was no exception.
Ed's face was flushed and steamy, and his mouth was twisted in a gross distortion as he mewled and moaned incessantly. His body, heated with perspiration, buckled and straightened as he was convulsed with each new wave of pleasure induced by her expert licking and sucking of his cock, and Doreen knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. Already, she could taste a few droplets of premature seminal fluid which seeped from the tiny slit at the tip of his angry, blood-red prick, and she could almost feel the roiling, seething fury of the sperm building down in his hardening balls. No, it won't be much longer now, she smiled, increasing the already considerable pressure she was exerting on his tortured cock.
As Barbara continued to eavesdrop, new, more assertive feelings replaced her initial ones. Anger was beginning to show its ugly head in her heart. She had already experienced the trauma of feeling that her whole world, namely, her marriage, which she felt was built on love, trust and mutual loyalty, had come crashing down around her like a house made from a deck of cards. Now her wounded pride sparked off little flames of anger. Ed had deceived her! No wonder he had been so aloof, so disinterested of late! Her fighting spirit urged her to dash in there, put a stop to the perverted, disgusting act.
She felt keenly the need to hurt, take revenge, punish her husband, by catching him in the act, thereby embarrassing him and mortifying him as she had been. She wanted to see the look on his face when he was discovered, wanted him to know the extent of her humiliation, her hurt. She was the innocent party-he had smeared the very ideals of their union with his base submission to this horrible oral sex! But she wasn't completely innocent! The reminder jumped suddenly into her churning mind. Even now, she was undulating, oh so slightly, pressing her buttocks back against Dave's more insistent prodding. She was allowing him, Ed's business partner, to caress her breasts through her silk blouse, and what's more, she was enjoying it! She was as bad as her husband!
I can't stand it! I can't stand it a minute longer! she moaned. She was completely confused again, in the wake of this new revelation. She wanted to leave, tear herself away from the scene of her rude awakening, as it were, to the faults and failings in herself, her husband, her whole marital structure. It was all too much to take at once, especially as her body was once more reveling in Dave's illicit attentions. She turned to Dave, intending to order, beg, plead with or if necessary implore him to take her away from this awful place. But his eyes, glassy with increasing lust, and seemingly irrevocably riveted on the carnal transaction within, seemed to look right through her when she finally caught his attention.
But just then, a half-human, passion-filled voice rang out: "Oh, Christ... oh keep sucking!"
Horrified, Barbara once more gazed into the other woman's bedroom. She could see that Ed was flailing and tossing like a shaken rag doll. Was he actually going to reach a climax like that, in that woman's mouth? she wondered in lewd fascination, and, as if in answer to her question, her husband's voice gasped out again.
"Oh God ... suck it! Suck it! SUCK IT!!!! ... I'm ... going ... to ... cu ... cu CUUUMMMMMMM ...!!!!"
His savage climactic wails luridly thrilled the horrified Barbara, and she watched dumbfounded as his raucous cries preceded the seeming detonation of his pent-up shower of foamy sperm, which finally erupted and shot forth in a white, sticky jet. Barbara could hardly believe it as she watched the unknown blonde gulp and swallow the long milky stream of her husband's semen. Doreen's cheeks filled and hollowed like a leather bellows as Ed continued to pump into her, and Barbara wondered how the other woman could keep from choking, so fast and furious was the flow of her husband's copiously jetting semen. Barbara could see that a tiny trickle of the creamy fluid trickled out of the corner of the blonde's mouth as she persisted in her determined effort to swallow the whole lewd offering.
Finally, it seemed as if she had milked him dry! Barbara could only continue to gape as Ed finally lay back on the bed, his prick limp and retracting, while the other woman continued to suck and lick his retreating flesh, until she too, realizing it was over, released it from her mouth, and lay beside Barbara's husband on the luxurious bedspread.
Barbara continued to stare unseeingly for many minutes, hardly aware that all action had ceased.
"Let's get out of here!" she heard Dave whisper hoarsely, and wordlessly, she allowed him to lead her away from the French Windows.
CHAPTER 5
The next few minutes were utter chaos, as far as Barbara was concerned. She was dimly aware of getting in the back of the cab, of being driven for a short while, and of the cab being parked. Dazed, she looked around her. It was pitch dark. There was no light, no vaguely familiar feature, no sign of life at all.
"W-Where are we?" she whispered tearfully to Dave, who was settling on the seat beside her.
"I just turned off on a back road, to give us a chance to decide what to do!" David replied.
"Do?" Barbara croaked puzzled, and then she collapsed in tears. Dave gathered her in his arms, and her whole body shook with the force of the shuddering cries which convulsed her, and she clung to the lapels of his jacket, as if afraid to let go.
"There now, take it easy honey..." he soothed, stroking her hair, patting her back, encouraging her to lean on his chest. Gradually, her sobs quieted, and then, in a sudden movement, Dave was kissing her, his thin hard lips bruising savagely against her trembling full ones. Her defenses swept away, she found herself responding to him, and her mouth opened willingly as he pressed his heated tongue against her teeth. His organ swirled around inside her warm, soft mouth, and she was surprised at the force of the excitement he invoked in her.
"Oh Dave..." she murmured, clinging to him. Dave, still trembling on the brink of the passion which had risen in him from watching Ed and Doreen Clinton engaged in wild, abandoned oral sex, cautioned himself to take his time. He didn't want to move too fast-if he did, the trust she was building up in him would be shattered and she would resist him. Far better to take it slow right now.
"There, there, Barbie ..." he whispered, "just relax ... try to forget that you saw Ed in there with that woman ... try not to remember about how she sucked your husband's cock...." His lewd words droned on, and Barbara felt herself lulled into a kind of yielding torpor, and she did not object when she felt Dave's hands on the buttons of her silk blouse, opening them one by one. She didn't even finish when his fingers grazed lightly over the heaving, swelling flesh of her breasts, encased in a white nylon bra.
"It'll be all right..." he continued ... "Ed is cheating on you, but everything will work out all right...." His mesmerizing words sunk into her consciousness as his fingers burrowed into the cups of her bra, rolling and tweaking the little caps of her nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh into hard rigidity. Ed was cheating on her ... she saw him with her own two eyes ... he had hurt her beyond belief, and she'd find a way to pay him back. ... With increasing confidence, Dave silently unzipped Barbie's tight yellow pants. He could feel resistance ebbing away from her body every second, and the time was almost ripe for her complete submission to him. Slowly, he insinuated his hand inside the waistband, where he held it poised for a moment, waiting for an adverse reaction, but there was none, and he continued on his titillating journey. He slipped a finger beneath her satiny panties, feeling the hot resiliency of her abdominal flesh, and then glided it down towards his exciting destination. He felt her wince from the initial contact with the silky strands of her dark pubic curls. But still she did not object, and he inched his way down to the warm, soft furrow of her vaginal split.
She jumped as if electrified from the searing touch of his finger on her genitals. The jarring sensation seemed to awake her relaxed guard, and with an abrupt movement, she yanked his hand away, disengaging it from her panties.
"What's wrong, honey?" Dave queried, his hand still lodged inside her Capri pants. He swallowed his disappointment, and tried to control his mounting anger at being thwarted.
"What's wrong?" she mimicked, her voice rising. "You put your hands inside my panties and try to touch me down there, and you ask what's wrong!"
"Don't act Miss Innocent with me!" Dave snapped. "You didn't seem to be objecting!"
"I was upset, and you took advantage of me, pretending to be my friend..." her voice was shrill.
"I wasn't pretending anything!" Dave flared back. "I just wanted to get a taste of that pussy of yours...."
"Ohhh! ..." she sobbed, "you scheming ... !
You low-down vulgar...."
A harsh stinging slap silenced her hysterical accusations. She stared openmouthed at Dave, her hand touching the reddening patch on her cheek where his hand had landed.
"You bastard!" she breathed, her eyes burning. "Take me home ... at once!"
Her imperious tone and disdainful look was too much for Dave. He had taken all he could from this haughty bitch, and her teasing, vacillating ways. With a bestial snarl, he grabbed her, and began to tear her clothes from her body, ripping her blouse, yanking her pants off in a single movement. Finally he tore off her bra, and stripped off her flimsy white panties, leaving her completely naked and cowering in the back of the cab.
"Leave me alone..." she cried feebly, "or I'll call for help!"
"Hah!" he mocked, "there's no one around here for miles, except Ed, and he's much too busy to hear!"
Barbara, realizing the truth of his statement, tried a different tactic.
"Please Dave, I didn't mean what I said. Let's go home and...."
"Shut up!" he rasped. "I've heard enough from you!"
His eyes were feasting on the pale lusciousness of her nude body. He could see the soft roundness of her curves as she curled herself up protectively, and suddenly, he decided he had waited long enough. With a savage grunt, he flung himself on her, and his mouth traveled all over her struggling body, nipping her painfully, leaving little indentations on her soft white skin.
"Ooohhh stop! Please stop!" she sobbed, but her cries only enraged him and cruelly he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her across the seat, and then forced her into the position where her naked pear-shaped buttocks were facing him, and her face was flattened against the leather of the car seat.
He allowed his eyes to wander over the enticing sweep of her pearly white ass-cheeks, smooth and satiny over the long, shapely curve of her thighs. Hungrily, he ran his free hand over the silky-soft flesh, deriving a sadistic thrill from her obvious flinching from his touch.
"Oh Dave, please..." she began, her voice muffled. She was really afraid now, terrified in fact of the anger and brutality she had awakened in him by her thoughtless, stinging remarks. She had led him on, she forced herself to admit, and now the situation was completely out of her control. She felt her hair being released from its aching grip, and immediately, she raised her head, determined to supplicate without shame.
"Stay quiet!" Dave snarled suddenly, forcing her head back down, and pushing it beyond endurance into the unclean leather of the seat, her nose flattening painfully against the un-giving surface. Again he released her hair, but this time, she was afraid to move, afraid of further pain he might inflict on her. In disbelief, she felt the flesh of her buttocks being strained apart, and she couldn't resist a sob of anguish.
Dave, hearing her cry of pain, parted the quivering flesh even further, stretching it beyond belief. In the dusk, to which his eyes had become adjusted, he could barely make out the soft, darkened crevice of her ass, and he ran his finger along it, feeling momentarily the crinkled lips of her puckered little anus. He would liked to have turned on at least the parking lights, to see the enticing sight the better, but he didn't want to draw attention to a lone car parked in the lonely forest preserves. So he contented himself with running his finger the length of the straining crevice, feeling its painful tautness, probing at the tiny, tight hole of her rectum.
Barbara squirmed back from the searing grating of Dave's fingernail against the sensitive virgin skin of her widespread ass-split. She tried to lurch forward to escape the chilling contact, but his hands were dug mercilessly into the soft cheeks of her backside. Fierce, bone-crushing pain racked her body from the unnaturalness of the position he had forced her to adopt, and she thought she would gag from the nauseating odors of stale cigarettes, body odor, alcohol and a hundred others which permeated her nostrils from the old, worn cab seat.
She heard the sound of a zipper being opened and other fumbling; her numbing fear was magnified a thousandfold. She couldn't suppress a strangled gasp as she felt the long, swollen length of Dave's hardened penis burn against her painfully pulled flesh. She could feel the hard rubbery head poking slightly at the tight, cringing circle of her asshole, and the hairy, squirming sac of his scrotum tickled her flesh obscenely.
Dave gazed down in unnatural fascination at the bulging pole of his cock, imbedded between the soft, creamy orbs of Ed's wife's buttocks. He was enjoying seeing her humiliated like this; forced to lie in such a degrading position, while he, Dave Berry, could do with her what he will. It seemed his dream was really coming true this time-there would be no more slip-ups. He was going to have his way with this proud, dignified little bitch, and by God, he was going to take full advantage of it. ...
"Reach back and stroke my balls, baby!" he leered.
Barbara, aghast at his lewd command, couldn't contain herself.
"No! No!" she cried wildly. "You can't make me do that ...." Dave, enraged by her defiance, pushed her face even further down on the hard seat, holding her there.
"Do it! Do it!" he spat.
Barbara, gasping for air, and realizing wholly for the first time the complete futility of her position, reached back and gingerly grasped the pendulous testicles in her palm. Dazed with disgust, she stroked them, and heard with loathing, Dave grunting and sighing with pleasure. Then once more she felt the pressure of the hard knobby head against her pitiful opening and she began to whine quietly, wriggling her bottom, in a last desperate attempt to escape from Dave's inhuman clasp.
"Quit whining and be still!" he commanded, and then, with a sudden furious lunge, tried to force the hard bulbous head of his grotesquely enlarged prick through the tiny resistant mouth of her rectum. But he couldn't! His rock-hard flesh pushed cruelly against the tightly resisting anus, and Barbara knew without doubt, his terrible intention. How could she take it inside her back there? He'd rip her whole torso open!
Dave was furious at his defeat. He was surprised at the tightness of young Mrs. Smothers' virginal little rectum, and swearing angrily, he surged forward, again guiding his distended member towards the diminutive entrance. He grasped her naked hips hard and continued to press forward until suddenly, with a lewd hissing sound, the tortured little nether ring suddenly popped open and yielded before his tremendous onslaught! He had it in the proud little bitch's ass!
"N A A AA AAA AAGGGGH H H H H H H H. ... No! No! STOOOPPPPP!!" Barbara screamed, flailing and tossing like a whiplash, her entire body crucified with mind-blowing pain. In vain, she tried to escape the brutal impalement of her defensely naked rectum, but Dave behind her, a sadistic twist of a grin on his face, flexed his hips and ground slowly forward, pushing the soft rubbery walls of the sensitive virginal membrane before his lust-hardened cock as it continued mercilessly on its ass-splitting journey. She was hopelessly skewered! Dave held her in an inflexible talon-like grip and flexed his loins, boring deeper and deeper into her tight, hotly clenching rectal passage. Bit by bit, he continued to move forward, stretching wide the delicate inner skin of her rectum as he advanced, causing ever new spasms of wildly excruciating pain to sear through her already pain-infused body.
"Oh, God, Dave, please stop, I'll do anything..." she sobbed piteously, feeling the wiry crisp curls at the base of his buried prick suddenly tickle against the widespread cheeks of her buttocks. He was all the way in! He had sunk every last inch of his long thick cock into her innocent, virginal anus! Shame and humiliation filled her very being. This couldn't be happening to her! How could she have allowed herself to fall into this crazed man's hands? The bitter memory of how she had permitted him to fondle her down between her legs came rushing back, how she had allowed him to caress her just minutes before.... Fresh tears of self-condemnation flooded her face as she felt him begin to withdraw from her, his heavy, lust-hardened rod like a hot poker stuffed up in her forever-stretched anal passage.
He pulled out slowly until just the giant head was still imbedded in her painfully exposed back passage, and then be rammed forward again, burying it completely inside her. She began a banshee-like wail as he began to rhythmically fuck in and out of her, at first with slow, laborious movements, until her mercilessly stretched nether channel began to open up a little, and he was able to perform his sodomizing in a smoother fashion.
He looked down at Barbara's helplessly contorted figure as he labored over her. He could hardly believe it. He was actually fucking his partner's dignified little wife in the ass, in the back seat of one of their cabs! Her whimpering, pitiful little cries encouraged him in his sadistic act, and his hands roamed all over her naked back and buttocks, kneading and squeezing her aching flesh, pulling her cringing little anus like a sock further back on his grinding cock.
Barbara tried to relax her anus, to make it less harsh for herself. She had never before felt so completely debased in her life. If only she hadn't let him finger her vagina that day.... She recalled the incredible cataclysm of her release, how she had cum wildly from the teasing fondling he had given her vagina.... OH, God, how could I? she sobbed, what's wrong with me? First the candle, and then letting him do that....
As Dave continued to screw mercilessly into Barbara's forever-widened asshole, new, more chilling feelings began to be born inside her. Revulsion stormed through her on recognition of the fresh sensations-a faltering, feeble but growing tingling-of pleasure! She was beginning to ENJOY it!
"No! No! NOOOOOOOO... !!!" she sobbed aloud as the betrayal by her body became obvious. She tried to clench her buttocks to still the fire tingling there, but somehow it only seemed to fan the lewd flames. And, suddenly, consumed with loathing, she knew she couldn't control herself any longer. She had succumbed first to her husband's partner, Dave Berry's manual play, and now she was submitting to, and getting pleasure from his bestial, doglike rape of her anus!
Her body felt charged with electricity, and a low, passionate sigh escaped from her face, buried in the leather of the back seat. Her newly awakened body began to undulate in gentle ripples, and she began to involuntarily grind her full white buttocks back on Dave's impaling rod, her own body voluntarily skewering itself.
"Ooohh! Ooohh! Oooohhhhhhh ... !" she began to chant. She couldn't help it-a strange, masochistic pleasure began to dominate her and even though it was still painful, and fully aware of the degrading aspect of her situation, she liked it! She liked being screwed in the asshole by her husband's business partner, who had taken advantage of her distress. She liked the shameful fact that he was abusing her for his own pleasure. Not only did she enjoy the humiliating act, she deserved it! It was her own fault that she was in this position to begin with! She had brazenly permitted him to tease his fingers around in her pussy only days before. She had even reached a lewd climax from the act, and now this same man was using her, treating her like a low street-whore!
"Aaaaahhhhhh..." she moaned aloud through tightly clenched teeth, "hurt me, split me ... hurt me more...."
Her perverted masochistic demand incited Dave beyond bounds. He crashed into her like waves onto the rocks, lifting her pelvis high up off the cab seat, and she rocked her buttocks up against his downthrusts, reveling in the new nerve-splitting pain the action invoked.
"Oh, God, fuck me harder ... harder ..." she heard herself moan. She was obsessed with the new, perverted joy of being hurt, and hitherto unknown thrills of ecstatic delight cavorted like red devils up and down her body.
Dave's breath was ragged, and perspiration coated his face. This was better, far better than he'd dreamed possible-she was enjoying it, begging for it! His own partner's proud little wife was actually enjoying being screwed in the ass!
The muscles on his thighs stood out like whipcord, and every nerve and sinew in his body was strained. Suddenly, he was there!
"Fuck back ... fuck back harder..." he gasped, his body shuddering violently, and then: "AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH ...!!!" as a molten river of bubbling semen swept into Barbara's now hotly clasping anal passage, flooding like hot, molten lava into her hungrily absorbing bowels. She could feel the palpitations in his prick as it jerked and emptied itself into her writhing nether channel, and then she herself was swept up in an unbelievable hurricane of piercing pleasure. Her body tossed and rocketed like a firecracker, her churning ass jiggling and twisting as Dave pumped the last of his frothing liquid into her now wide-stretched back passage. Wave after wave of seemingly interminable flushes of pleasure passed over her, and this climax was more intense, and yet more unfathomable than any she'd experienced before. The initial pain and now the searing pleasure had united to throw her body into the mainstream of a chillingly forbidden kind of release, and the very degrading, illicit quality of the act added spice to an already considerably zesty experience.
Finally, they were both still, and Barbara felt his deflating prick slip from her sperm- flooded rectum. Her entire body felt pain-filled and abused, and she was almost afraid to move for fear of discovering some new ache, yet she dozed off momentarily, aware of an indefinable completeness and feeling of security in the company of her erstwhile tormentor.
CHAPTER 6
Barbara swirled the contents of the martini pitcher, and carried it and two glasses into the living room. She kept looking at the clock, knowing that Dave would be back from his run out Route 22, and she could hardly wait for his return. It was a fairly slow night, so she knew they would have some time together, and as Ed was more than likely with Doreen, they weren't liable to be disturbed. The thought of her husband being with another woman did not bother her in the least. She didn't care. David was all that mattered now. It was almost a week since he had taken her anally in the cab, and since then, all her doubts, and inhibitions, had flown away, and she felt free and happy to enjoy Dave's advances. Of course, the knowledge that her husband was being unfaithful to her made it easier for her to do likewise. She hadn't felt so contented for months. She reveled in Dave's attentions, feeling sure that he was more than just interested sexually in her, even beginning to think that he might love her. The thought alone of such a possibility sent her heart soaring, and gaily, she poured herself a martini.
It was obvious that Ed hadn't noticed anything yet. He hadn't made love to her for weeks, not that she wanted him to, and so he hadn't noticed the tremendous change that had come over her body. Physically, she hadn't changed much, except perhaps for a more feminine, womanly rounding of her curves, and her face wore a new, more self-assured radiance. But the greatest alteration was in her response. When making love to Dave, she was like a predatory panther, alive and vibrant to the tips of her fingers. She couldn't help walking with a new swing to her hips, and carried herself more proudly. At times, she felt a bit uneasy around the drivers who seemed to notice her new mood, and seemed to leer openly at her lately. She felt irritated with Dave on such occasions, for, far from up- braiding them for their rudeness, he seemed to encourage them. That Chico Hernandez, for example, really revolted her. His obesity and general greasy appearance didn't deter him from winking at her whenever he caught her eye, and insolently appraising her body, making no attempt to conceal his rude stares. Even young Pat, still only a child, was behaving very cockily around her. She wondered if she imagined the changes in the employees, thinking perhaps her guilt made her see accusation in every eye.
She jumped up when she heard a cab in the driveway. Smoothing her soft white robe, she ran to the front door.
"David!" she called, hearing his voice.
"Be there in a minute, honey!" he called, and she realized he was talking to someone whom she couldn't see.
Slightly irritated, she went inside, chiding herself for her eagerness. It was her tendency, she knew, to be very possessive of a man, just like she was with her husband, almost smothering him in her determination to be involved in every second of his life, and she tried hard not to be that way with Dave.
Minutes later, Dave walked in.
"Oh Darling ..." she cried, running to meet him. A pang of disappointment stung her when she realized that he was not alone.
"You don't mind if Chico joins us for a drink, do you, babe?" he queried, smiling his sensual lazy smile.
"Of course not!" she answered tonelessly, turning away from Chico's swarthy, fatly leering face.
But somehow, when she had finished her second martini, and had begun to relax, she began to think that Chico wasn't so bad after all. He told very funny stories, and seemed harmless enough. Besides, there was admiration and desire in Dave's eyes every time he looked at her, and in such a climate, nothing else mattered, and she flowered.
"I'm outa cigarettes!" Chico suddenly announced, and swaying slightly, made for the door. "Gotta get some! Back soon!" He muttered, closing the door with a loud bang.
"You look ravishing tonight!" Dave murmured, pulling her close to him.
"Oh Dave ..." she sighed, nestling herself in his arms. He began to tug at the tying at the neck of her robe, his other hand already burrowing under the fleecy garment.
"What about Chico ....?" Barbara questioned.
"Oh him ... I doubt if he'll find his way back..."
Barbara could feel already the pulsing heat coming from Dave's growing erection, and hungrily she pressed her pubic mound against the burgeoning flesh.
"You sure are hot tonight!" Dave rasped, his eyes feasting on the lush nakedness of her full, firm breasts which he had just exposed. He dropped his gaze to the darkly gleaming thatch of her pussy, and desire flared up inside him.
"How would you like it tonight, honey?" he chided lewdly. "In that tight little cunt of yours, or maybe in your...."
"Dave," she interrupted him in a strident voice. "You know I don't like you to use those words..."
"I'll say what I like and don't you forget it! You're not the high and mighty little bitch you used to be!" he snapped, twisting her arm cruelly, and dragging her forcefully into the bedroom. She whimpered from the excruciating pain as he flung her down on the bed, her legs splaying open. She lay there, hardly daring to move under his cruel stare. His eyes roamed freely over her outstretched naked form, coming to rest on the faint pink flesh barely visible from between the dark hair-lined lips of her tender young pussy.
Then, with a chuckle, he began to strip off his clothes, flinging them in a disorderly heap on the floor, throwing off his socks as he almost catapulted over to join her quivering body on the bed. With forceful passion, he ground his lips down on hers, his teeth biting into her soft red lips, crushing her mouth in a tight grinding kiss. Barbara responded with animal lust to her lover's brutal kiss, his very roughness soliciting slave-like reactions in her. She almost hated herself for submitting to his humiliating treatment of her-a situation she would never have endured with her husband-but somehow Dave had mastery over her senses, as complete as if she were bound in chains.
His mouth trailed down the satiny expanse of her swanlike neck, leaving in its wake a train of small, red bruises. He fastened his mouth over her breast, enclosing almost half of it inside, He bit sharply into her cherry-red nipple, already turgid with passion, making her squeal from the sharp pain. He tweaked and drubbed the small little berries with unmitigated cruelty, making them sore and tender from his animalistic attentions.
Dave glanced down at the passion-aroused body of his partner's wife, and smiled to himself in satisfaction. She had really fallen for him, he knew, and although he found her constant demands for attention suffocating, he was really enjoying his new conquest. He couldn't deny, though, that he was beginning to get just the slightest bit tired of her. All her hints about love, etc. bored him; he was interested in a good fuck from her, and no more! As far as he was concerned, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and why linger on any single one for long! His continual quest for excitement made him think of the plan he had prepared for tonight. Should prove very interesting, and a helluva lot of fun, he mused, and I wonder what the lovely Barbie will think of the surprise I have planned for her...
Abruptly, he pulled apart her knees, and his lower torso dropped between her thighs. His prick, stiff and reddened with the blood of lust, jutted out like a mast on a ship. Almost gently, he caressed the delicate flesh of Barbara's inner thighs, making her quiver with untold delight. His fingertips grazed the softly swelling folds of her pulsing young pussy, and he could see the serrated edges of her moist cuntal orifice contracting gently in excited anticipation.
Grasping the hardness of his cock in one hand, he guided it towards the eager little hole.
Barbara gasped from the first contact of the hard spongy flesh against her sensitive vaginal skin and she shivered in thrilling anticipation. She couldn't conceal her desire. Dave had awakened her body and now she was a hypersensitive mass of delirious nerves. The blood-engorged head of his prick tickled the delicate edges of her palpitating pink cunt, sending mounting chills of excitement surging through her.
"Beg me to fuck you!" Dave demanded suddenly.
"W-what?" Barbara stammered, jolted out of her blissful waiting.
"Beg me, I said. Beg me to fuck you!"
"Oh, Dave, stop playing silly games and ..."
With a savage snarl, he released his prick from his own grasp, and grabbed cruelly at her hair. Viciously, he shook her head, almost tearing tufts of silken strands from her crown, making her sob out in pain.
"I'm sorry ... oh, please stop ... I'll say it!" she wailed, and finally, he released her. Her face was beet red and tears hung tentatively at the ends of her long dark lashes.
He glared down at her, and finally, she managed to stammer.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Dave smiled triumphantly at her. He couldn't help the petty streak in him which made him constantly seek small victories over her, as if to convince himself that he really had conquered her. Afterwards, he usually felt sorry, because in a way he pitied Barbara, knowing that her marriage was in a mess at the moment, and realizing that she was beginning to pin her hopes of happiness on him.
Once more, he poised his still-ready cock at the trembling entrance to her sylphlike body, and gently, he began to nudge it forward, feeling the soft willing little lips open around his hard masculinity, welcoming him into its mysterious depths.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ..." Barbara moaned and spread her legs wider as he entered her, the pleasurable sensations drummed up by his advancing member erasing the hurt and embarrassment of his earlier cruel treatment.
His long, wide cock continued to slide into her and he could feel the tight, hot walls of her eagerly swallowing cunt closing around his shaft like a soft rubber glove. When he was all the way in, he held his buried rod there for a moment, flexing it slightly, feeling the answering throb in her palpitating cuntal tissue. His pendulant balls wedged themselves between the globular spheres of her upturned ass and the dark wisps of her pubic fleece merged with his blond ones in a striking pattern of light and dark. He began to ease out of her, seeing how the little tendrils of pink flesh clung tenaciously to his departing member, hesitant to let go even for a second.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Barbara sighed as he began a regular in and out rhythm, sweeping into her in long hard deep strokes which knocked the breath out of her body, and then pulling out with a curious rotation which left her writhing from the sudden emptiness. Reaching under, he cupped the firm orbs of her smooth white buttocks, and pushed her pelvis even further up on his pile-driving prick.
Barbara was mewling like a kitten, her head tossing in wild abandon from side to side, her long dark hair swinging like the mane of a beautiful black mare. Her lovely, shapely mouth was twisted in a lustful grimace, her upper lip pulled back tightly over her white even teeth. Her wide gray eyes were staring open glassily, and a faint blush was beginning to creep over her entire body. Her arms snaked up swiftly and entwined themselves around his neck, pulling him further down on her, and eagerly, her mouth sought his. Her tongue took the initiative, probing into his mouth, whipping up a froth of saliva as it danced and parried with his. She arched her chest up so that her full, firm breasts were squashed into the blond hair of his chest, and he could feel the tumultuous beating of her heart.
A hazy torpor, a sensual mindlessness was beginning to engulf Barbara like a soft filmy cloud. Her body was rippling softly like a nearly limpid pool, and she felt as if the gentle current was trying to tear her away from her moorings. She knew too, that it would soon succeed, for she was losing touch with consciousness, drifting into the preliminary limbo of a glorious, celestial release. It wouldn't be long now...
Her dreamy daze was rudely shattered by a crude, mocking voice.
"Well, it looks as if I'm just on time!"
Barbara's eyes flew open. She seemed to recognize that voice, familiar ... yet she couldn't remember.
Straining her head, she was barely able to catch a glimpse of the form framed in the doorway. It was Chico Hernandez! Barbara stared in disbelief as he began to strip the clothes from his huge, obese form.
As if in a dream, she saw him advancing, on short squat legs, completely nude. She could see the fat stub of his penis jutting out belligerently from the tangled nest of black hair, and there was a lustful gleam in his eye stronger than any she'd ever seen.
"W-what's going on?" she whispered feebly. "Chico's going to join us, honey! I thought you'd like a change.!"
"But Dave ..." she shuddered. "How could you? You know it's you ..."
"Now be a good girl, and do as Dave tells you!"
His paternal-sounding voice soothed her, although it did not allay her fears. The martinis seemed to be taking complete effect now, dulling her resistance, and she clung to the hope that with Dave, she'd be all right.
"Glad you came back, man!" she heard Dave chuckle.
"Wouldn'a missed it for the world!" Chico leered, and Barbara felt the bed creak under his weight as he crawled up on the mattress. What were they planning to do? Fear like a heavy blanket smothered her. Icy fingers of terror clutched at her heart. But Dave continued to tease his cock slowly in and out of her, making vulgar comments to his friend all the while. A strange apathy was beginning to govern Barbara ... it was all too much for her, She didn't know what to do anymore ... she'd leave it all to Dave.
Through the dim, she was aware of Dave slipping off her, and lying beside her, his erect cock still buried inside her. She was aware of Chico behind her, she could feel his warm, clammy flesh against her, his sturdy wide prick prodding into her buttock crevice, his pungent liquor breath wafting by her nostrils. She realized that the moons of her buttocks were being pried apart, and then Chico's hard stubby cock was lodged tightly up in the widespread crack of her ass.
"Madre de Dios!" she heard him gasp. "Look at that tight little hairless thing!"
What was he looking at? she wondered foolishly, and then she knew, because she felt his finger poking at the tight little circle of her anus. She cringed away from his touch, but Dave was in front of her, so she could not escape his probing digit.
Then she felt something hard, moist, throbbing against her ass-crevice, felt a hot, firm length pulsing there. It was Chico's penis! What was he going to do? Eddies of fright coursed through her, but her apathetic lethargy made her powerless to resist. Dave would take care of everything.. . .
"Caramba!" she heard him cry out, and then a searing sheet of flame crossed her brain as she felt a red-hot brand sear up into her back passage.
"Oh, God, stop! Stop! Please don't...." she sobbed, her buttocks twisting and flailing like a dervish. Chico's short, squat rod had entered her anus!
She was conscious of nothing but the pain. Her abused back channel was still raw from Dave's harsh entry there, and now this vile, greasy man, one of her husband's employees, had also penetrated her there. Oh, God, was there to be no end to what she must endure?
"Man, is she ever tight!" Chico grunted, forcefully edging his thick rock-hard prick further up inside her again wide-stretched rectum.
"Oh, God, Dave, make him stop!" she sobbed desperately, clutching feverishly at her lover.
"Just relax, babe, and it'll be all right in a minute!" Dave crooned. "Remember how good it was when I fucked you back there."
"Oh God, Dave, he's hurting me...." she blubbered.
But her lover ignored her pitiful pleas, and concentrated on reaming in and out of her steaming vaginal passage. Chico continued to inch forward, crying out triumphantly when he finally hit bottom. Barbara couldn't move! Chico had her impaled securely from behind, and Dave was sunk deep up inside her vagina in the front.
Oh my God, if only the pain would stop! she prayed, and almost, miraculously, it did. Her already widened rectum adjusted itself to Chico's short, wide size, and he was able to worm in and out of her anus in smooth rhythmic strokes. His gnarled hands clutched at the soft flesh of her buttocks, clawing them mercilessly, while he buffeted her with stronger and stronger strokes. She recoiled from the slapping of his flabby stomach against her backbone, and from his vulgar, lewd comments.
"You like it, baby, huh?" he leered, and she cowered away from his hot scented breath and his greasy, mocking face. Would this final mortification ever be over? She felt betrayed. Dave, whom she had trusted, had engineered this disgusting plan, and she, because of her carnal dependence on him, had to acquiesce.
"Move it, baby, move it!" Dave commanded, as he and Chico began to fuck into her in unison buffeting her between them like a lifeless rag doll. This was the ultimate. Dave, her lover, was screwing her in front, while Chico Hernandez, who completely revolted her, was taking her anally! She was being fucked by two men at the same time!
In disbelief, she became aware of the rekindling of her lurking pleasure, almost brought to fruition by Dave before Chico came in. She didn't want it to happen, but she had no control over it! Her body was beginning to respond instinctively, and there was nothing she could do about it! She tried to dampen the fires of her lust by recalling the utter degradation of what she was doing, but it was no use. It was almost as if that very fact,-the fact that she had sunk as low as she could get, by being sandwich fucked by two men simultaneously-caused the dominant flame of her masochistic joy to leap into soul-devouring existence.
Involuntarily, a low heathenish moan escaped her lips, and her body began to churn from the exciting flurries of heat swirling around inside her battered loins.
She began to grind her pussy forward, pressing her clitoris against Dave's pubic bone, flaring her cunt in an effort to suck him in even further, and then pounding back with her buttocks, clenching and unclenching like a fist as she screwed her rectum back on Chico's wildly pumping cock. She liked it! She liked being fucked in front by Dave, while Chico screwed her in the asshole, simultaneously.
"Ooohhhhh ..." she moaned, "Harder! Harder! Fuck my asshole harder!" She could scarcely believe the vile words spewing from her mouth, but she was another person now. A different person from the young innocent Barbara Smothers! She was a new woman, one who knew the ways of the world, and enjoyed them!
She could feel tremendous pressure gathering force deep inside her, and already tiny little spasms of coming orgasm were convulsing her. She didn't want to cum so soon, but she couldn't help that either. She wanted to continue the exquisite pleasure of being fucked by two men at the same time as long as she could, but she couldn't. The pleasure and ecstasy were greater and bigger than she was and then- "Waaaagg hhhhh ... I'm ... I'm ... CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!" She screamed like a siren, her body undulating like a stricken python, sandwiched tightly between the two men.
There was never anything like it. Wave after tidal wave of thundering rollers crashed over her, catching her limp body up and spiraling it down again. She continued to shriek and her cries mingled in an unearthly cacophony with those of the two men, as they climaxed at the same time, flooding her vagina and rectum with streams of white, foaming liquid, which drenched her dual orifices, immersing her whole belly and bowels in a flood of the sticky white nectar of pleasure. Reality became distorted in her teeming mind as orgasm after orgasm seized her. She was being screwed by a dozen men, and she didn't care! She wanted more, her body screamed for more as she finally went crashing down from the pinnacle of her double induced orgasm, and was lost in a deeply insulated canyon of satiated blissfulness.
CHAPTER 7
It began to get brighter, and Pat could see that he was in a bedroom of sorts. He was feeling frightened, and naked and cold, and tried to hold his clothes together, but they kept disintegrating, finally disappearing, leaving him completely nude. He felt very much alone, even though he had the feeling that there was someone else in the room. There was a large bed directly across from him, and he tried to walk towards it, so that he could cover himself, but even though he seemed to be walking for sometime, he wasn't getting any nearer to it.
Suddenly, there was a movement, and a woman rose up from the bed, and Pat, straining his eyes, could see that it was his boss's wife, Mrs. Smothers. She was clad only in a brief negligee, and a sudden wave of panic assaulted him. He was in her bedroom, and he had to get out! But he couldn't move! She seemed to be coming towards him, all dreamy and beautiful in her negligee and he couldn't take his eyes off her! Her long dark hair hung down like a velvet curtain around her face, and she was smiling, smiling at him! She didn't seem to notice that he was naked, and he began to relax for a minute until he saw that she was opening her negligee.
He wanted to shout No! No! Don't but no words came. Instead, she went on opening her peignoir, until finally he could see her body where she had begun to shrug it from her shoulders. She was completely naked now, only he couldn't see properly. There was some kind of a mist in front of his eyes, and eagerly he tried to brush it away, clear his vision to gaze at the lovely sight in front of him. But he couldn't! She was coming nearer and nearer to him, so near that he could almost reach out and touch him, and her arms were widespread, and she was going to embrace him....
Then Pat woke up! For a startled moment, he couldn't believe that he was at home in his own bed. It just wasn't possible! After the dream he'd had, he just couldn't be in bed alone. He noticed almost immediately that he had a considerable hard-on.
With a disappointed sigh, he leaned back against the pillow. Mrs. Smothers had looked so lovely, so appealing. This wasn't the first dream he'd had about her, and naked too, he thought guiltily. But it was all Dave's fault, he assured himself. It was because of what was going on with Mrs. Smothers and Dave, and Chico, too. They thought he was just a kid, but he knew what was happening. With their sly winks, and ambiguous remarks, and Barbie's sudden visits to the office, not to mention all the sighs and moans that he heard coming from the other room over the cackling of the two-way radio. They thought he didn't hear all that was going on, but he did! They treated him as if he weren't there.
Angrily muttering to himself, he tried to go back to sleep. They forget I'm a man, too, almost anyway, and that I've got feelings about women, too, about Barbie as well. I wouldn't have had those dreams if I didn't! It's time I let Dave know that I'm not a baby anymore....
"Don't tell me you're going out on call! You're going to see that woman! You're. ..."
"Stop screaming like a nut! You're drunk!" Ed said coldly, closing the door behind him.
"I'm ... I'm not drunk!" Barbara pouted, but Ed had left. Staggering slightly, she moved over to the buffet and poured herself another shot of vodka. She added a little lemonade, her shaking hand spilling some on the shiny mahogany surface. She gulped down the fiery liquid in one go, feeling it burning a hot path down her neck. She didn't know how many she'd had today, but she knew she couldn't have gotten through the day without its help. Nor yesterday. Ever since that disgusting sequence with Dave and Chico, she had been shattered. There was nothing left for her, she believed. Dave didn't love her-far from it! Neither did Ed, her own husband. She tried to refrain from nagging him, fighting with him, but somehow, her misery loosened her tongue and their every meeting ended like this one, with he leaving the room. She knew he went to Doreen-he was hardly ever home now.
Haltingly, she sidled over again to the buffet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and she couldn't believe what she saw. A worn, haggard face, pale and ravaged, surrounded by limp, stringy hair. Her eyes were sunken into blue hollows, and she seemed to have aged ten or more years.
Stifling a sob, she grabbed the vodka bottle. Tears of self-pity and despair etched a path in yesterday's makeup as she stumbled towards the bedroom. She had to lie down; she kept feeling dizzy and she didn't want to fall. She took a swig straight from the bottle and nearly gagged from the burning strength of it. The room swam before her eyes, and she had to clutch the bedside table to keep herself from losing her balance.
"Ed ... oh Ed ... why ..." she moaned, and then she lost consciousness, falling in a rumpled disorderly heap on the bed, her soiled robe gaping open to reveal her naked body.
* * *
"Yeh man, she sure is a live one!" Chico chortled as he sipped his coffee from the take-out container.
"What did I tell you, buddy? Wasn't she just like I said?" Dave laughed.
"Any chance of another ride like the one we had the other day?" Chico questioned, getting excited at the lewd memory of the dual fucking he was involved in with Dave and Barbara.
"Ssshh ..." Dave mocked, "here comes Junior!
We'd better stay quiet and not shock him!"
Pat came into the room from behind the glass partition where the two-way radio was, and helped himself to some coffee.
"You guys don't have to stop on account of me!" he announced. "I know all about it!" His dealings with the rough and ready drivers had given him a premature maturity, superficial though it was, and he could banter with ease with them.
"Listen to the young whippersnapper! Hardly out of short pants and he thinks he knows everything !" Dave jeered.
"I know all about Mr. Smother's wife and how you guys have been giving it to her!" he replied hotly. The happenings of the last few days had not gone unnoticed by the fourteen year old boy who, by his inconspicuous manner, was often in a position to overhear.
"Ah ha! So Junior is growing up!" Chico joined in.
"Well, how about rounding off his education!" Dave laughed. "Like a little lesson in the way a real man goes about things?"
"What do you mean?" Pat asked, wondering if he hadn't gone too far.
"Well, Mrs. Smothers is a good teacher ... heh ... heh ... and maybe you could have a go at her too. I'm sure she won't mind, and we can always fill you in if you get stuck. We don't expect a kid like you to know everything!"
"I know what to do!" he retorted. "It's not the first time...." he lied.
"Let's get this little lesson started then!" Dave laughed, finishing his coffee and looking maliciously at Pat.
Pat felt a chilling stab of fear. He hadn't meant things to go this far, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't let them find out that he was scared stiff or that it would, in fact, be his first time! Praying silently to himself that nothing would happen, he followed Dave and Chico into the living room.
They found Barbara in the bedroom, the spilled bottle of vodka on the floor. She was sprawled in a lewd pose on the bed, and she seemed to be completely passed out.
Pat felt a momentary wave of relief sweep over him, thinking that fate, in the form of Barbara, had relieved him of the necessity to go ahead, but it was cut short by Dave's coarse whisper.
"Okay, Pat, you go in there and do your stuff!"
"But-but she's asleep!" he stammered. "That don't matter!" Chico chimed in. "Go in there and lick her! She won't wake up!"
Lick her! Pat thought frantically. What did that mean? He had heard vague whisperings among his own friends, but he didn't know what to do!
"Yeh, go on in and lick her pussy!" Dave added.
This last was accompanied by a shove and Pat found himself halfway across the room. He stood there, bewildered.
"You're not scared, are you?" Dave taunted, and suddenly, the boy's adolescent pride propelled him over to the half-naked body of the dozing woman.
With gaping eyes, he stared at the pale shimmer of her exposed body. He had never seen a naked woman before and he stared in lewd fascination at the smooth flow of her hips, the curve of her full, upswept breasts, the dark tangle of her pubic vee. That magic spot drew his bulging eyes like a magnet, and he could see the faint pink sheen of her unprotected vaginal furrow through the ebony wisps of hair.
"Go on! Spread her legs!" he heard Dave's frantic whisper. He couldn't let them see that he was deathly afraid, that he wanted to run from his boss' wife's bedroom. ...
As if operated by remote control, his hands moved up to her thighs and mechanically he pressed the long, slender columns further apart, revealing more of the tantalizing groove of her naked vagina.
"Now love her up a little!" Chico commanded in a raucous whisper.
Puzzled, the boy hesitated. He didn't know quite what to do, but something akin to instinct took over, and slowly he lowered his juvenile lips and began to plant moist, amateurish kisses on the firm, tender flesh of her thighs, her stomach, even grazing his lips across the silky curls of her pubic mound.
His heart stopped as he heard her moan softly, and he poised over her loins, a stricken look on his face. But her erratic-sounding breathing continued, and Pat sighed with relief.
"Now spread open those sweet l'il pussy lips!" he heard Chico rasp obscenely.
Beads of sweat broke out on the young boy's forehead. He didn't want to do it! What if she woke up and found him there, hunched down between her open legs? He was afraid. ...
"What are you waiting for, boy?" Dave called impatiently, and Pat was galvanized into action.
With breathtaking slowness, he pressed a thumb and forefinger against the soft, hair-lined lips, and then tenderly eased the delicate folds apart, revealing to his startled gaze the moist pink valley of her luscious cunt.
He gazed raptly at his new-found treasure, drinking in the sight of the smooth pink inner flesh, the tiny fluted lips, surmounted by the reddish tip of her clitoris and collared protectively with softly curling pubic hair around the petal-shaped mouth to her mysterious depths.
"Go ahead, kid! Suck her now!" Dave called again, almost threateningly.
Obediently, the teenager lowered his face, feeling the feminine warmness of her rising in a redolent cloud to greet his nostrils. Gingerly, he brushed her soft scented skin with a light kiss, and then, emboldened by his own action, he flicked the tip of his tongue the full length of her gently pulsating vaginal furrow. He heard her sigh, and hesitated for a second. But she was silent again, and he continued to lick his boss' wife's pussy, teasing the tip of his inexperienced tongue into the exciting moisture up between her open thighs, tasting for the first time the intoxicating sweetness of a female cunt. This new act and a slight squirm of her hips gave him a more confident feeling, and his tentative tonguing increased into a hungry licking, dipping and sucking and burrowing into all her warm, damp nooks and crannies. Delighted, he titillated the burgeoning bud of her rosy little clitoris, feeling it spring to life under his touch, and daringly he forged the top of his stiffened tongue into the now unconsciously clasping hole of her pussy. He could hardly believe that this was happening to him!! He was actually licking a beautiful, unreachable woman's cunt, his own boss's wife, and he couldn't believe that there'd be anything as good as this.
"Jeez! Look at him go!" he heard Chico laugh, and then Dave's mocking whisper: "Keep it up! We'll make a man of you yet!"
Well, he thought truculently as he licked and sucked at the nectarine sweetness of the gently undulating vagina before him, I am a man now!
He felt her body move beneath his ministrations, but his pleasure stunted his alertness. He recognized a responsive, but unconscious, churning in the young Mrs. Smother's moistened pussy, and he redoubled his efforts, coating the swollen fleshy folds with his saliva, plunging deeper and faster into her contracting orifice with his tongue, clutching harder at the doughy flesh of her milk-white inner thighs. Oh Gobi, there was never anything like it! He could go on forever. ...
"Ed! ... Ed! ! ..."
Pat's blood curdled in his veins! Open-mouthed in horror, he raised his glistening face from the cavern of Barbara's pussy, and stared glassy-eyed at the disheveled figure of the young woman, who had risen to a sitting position.
She was awake!
Terror rooted him to the spot! He couldn't move. Incredulously, he found himself being half pulled, urged upwards. What was going to happen? Fearful paralysis made him a limp rag, and he allowed himself to be dragged up the soft silky length of her naked body until his face was level with the firm, spongy mounds of her shapely breasts. He felt his face being flattened against the tantalizing spheres, and he inhaled the earthy femininity of her fragrantly perfumed flesh.
Barbara could hardly believe it when she felt the pleasurable sensations emanating from her aroused pussy. She had slid into a drunken sleep aware of the craving in her loins-a physical, carnal hunger-a desire for the rough, bizarre love she had been receiving from Dave and her husband's employee, Chico, and which her body had grown to need. But this was different -gentler, more tender, like Ed! The soft, floating caresses on her vagina seemed to be the kiss that awakened her from her sleep, and all she could think of was that her husband had come back.
In her dazed, half-awake state, she had called out to him, suddenly anxious to have his penis up inside her. She had reached for his body and pulled him up to her. One half of her unconscious mind registered that he didn't feel like or look like Ed at all; the other knew only that someone tender, loving had come to her, and he was balm, blessed salve after Dave and the obese Chico.
Moaning, she began to tear at the clothes that covered the young body, anxious to feel his naked flesh against hers. Uncaring, she ran her hands through his hair, down the length of his slim young hips, caressed the rounded curves of his buttocks, felt eagerly for the half-erect shaft of his juvenile erection.
Dave stared in disbelief. His plan had backfired, it was true, but he was not prepared for this! He couldn't believe his eyes as the crazed young woman stripped the boy, covering him with love-starved caresses. This turn of events had surpassed any of his far-out schemes, by far, and he could only gaze incredulously at the incredible scene.
Barbara felt a pang of disappointment when she realized that the youthful cock was only half-hard. Driven on by her lust, she stroked and rubbed the awakening shaft with her hand, rolling it's growing length in her palm, tickling the burgeoning head with her fingertip. She could feel tremors pass through the young body above her, and knew her teasing fingers were exciting him. His virile young penis was increasing rapidly-its girth was expanding and its length elongating under her expert touch. She slipped her hand downward and encompassed the soft, tender sac of his balls in her warm palm, nestling them there, urging them into pounding hardness. It wouldn't be long now till he was ready to do it to her, she thought dazedly.
Young Pat was entirely the victim of these new incredible sensations overwhelming him. His body was alive and churning. He didn't know what reason Barbara had for doing what she was, but he didn't care. All that mattered was leaving his excited, electrified body in the passionate, caressing hands of the voluptuous older woman.
With an impatient moan, Barbara reached down between their two tightly clamped together bodies, her own curvaceous passionate one and the boy's lithe excited one, and eagerly spread the throbbing folds of her still tingling pussy. The spot ached and throbbed for attention and her own touch was like a firebrand on her craving flesh. Breathless, she clasped the now fully erect length of the boy's young penis in her hand, and slowly guided the hard, fleshy head down towards the lubricated softness of her thrillingly alive vagina. She winced from the sudden delicious contact of the hard butting head against her delicate flesh, and chills shot through her. Pat, demented beyond endurance by the divine contact, suddenly began prodding and searching with his inexperienced cock, not willing to wait for a further second, but Barbara, sensing his urgency and reveling in it, steered the bobbing shaft towards her waiting cunt and parting the softness of her pubic hair with it, gently placed the bulging tip at her quivering hole.
Dave and Chico couldn't suppress a unanimous gasp. They looked in disbelief at each other, and then back at the oddly matched pair on the bed. They couldn't believe that what they were witnessing was actually happening and they riveted their eyes on the scene, anxious not to miss a second of the drama.
Barbara tensed herself, and then with a grunt, raised her hips up and working her vaginal muscles hungrily, sucked the boy's virile young cock up into the warm, moist depths between her open legs.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnn ... that's good ..." she sighed as she guided his youthful hardness inside her, feeling its firm length slip easily into her warmly clenching cuntal flesh.
"Oh, God ..." she heard the boy sigh, and, satisfied, flexed her pelvis inviting him to explore her further. But Pat needed no further urging.
With a savage groan, he lunged down with all his adolescent strength and sunk his impatient cock to the hilt in the older woman's hot moist channel.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh ..." she moaned, as she felt the top of his imbedded penis brush against the soft palpitating fibre of her cervix.
"Christ..." Dave swore, stepping into the room in his excited eavesdropping. Chico had to pull him back to the hall, so anxious was he to get a better view. Disbelief whirled in his head. She was actually fucking the kid! Taking his virginity, in fact! The realization that he was actually watching his business partner's wife fucking back at this virginal young boy sent a lurid chill of excitement coursing through Dave, and he felt his own prick lurching in time to Pat's increasingly insistent downstrokes.
Pat was an inferno of adolescent desire now. His own will had returned to him in a savage, demanding hunger, and he fucked into Barbara's nakedly writhing body with hard, thrusting plunges. She in turn, goaded him on, her hands dug into the cheeks of his driving buttocks, pulling him further inside her, lifting her knees and wrapping her long, slim legs around his slender back as she arched her pelvis up to catch the full force of his wildly pistoning cock.
The wonderful, exhilarating feeling in her body, the feeling of being fucked for pure pleasure alone, had brought her to her senses. She knew now beyond doubt that it was not her husband who was there with her. She realized it was his young employee, Pat, and the knowledge that she had seduced the innocent little fourteen-year-old, far from repulsing her, seemed to add fuel to the depraved flames of her desire. Her passion-hungered body was her ruler now, and she obeyed its licentious dictates.
"Oh that's it ... that's it, baby!" she hissed, encouraging him. "You feel good, Pat, very, very good ..."
Her praise was like a discharge signal for him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had experienced what it was like to be a man, so far, and now he wanted to know the rest. He was as good as Dave and Chico ... they had fucked his boss's wife, Mrs. Smothers and now he had too!
"AAARRGGGHHHHHHH ..." he w a i l e d aloud, as he felt his body caught up in a cement-mixer-like whirling which spun him around and around on an incredible journey of intense pleasure. The room swam before his eyes as he began to spew his virginal young semen deep up into her grinding pussy in thin white jets. He felt her body jackknife against him and then a high-pitched screech rent the air.
"Oh God Pat ... I'm there! I'm there! I'm cuummmmmminng tooo... !"
Barbara's body bucked and tossed and flailed beneath the boy's still ejaculating cock, and her fingers were like talons digging into his buttocks as she greedily ground her naked loins up against him. Incoherent moans tumbled from her lips as she achieved her soul-wrenching orgasm and she felt as if she had been skyrocketed on a nerve-thrilling excursion into the realms of unearthly and sublime ecstasy. Stars exploded in her dizzy head, sending flashes of light to blind her lust-glazed eyes, and finally she reached the destination she craved-a Utopia of totally satiated senses.
She lay there, in a dampened quivering state, clutching the exuberant young Pat to her bosom. Blissful serenity encompassed her, and she was unaware of the excited snickering across the room.
"I guess it's our turn now!" Chico was muttering excitedly, his fly already unzipped, and his thick sturdy prick held proudly aloft.
"Come and join in the fun!" Pat said proudly, his latest experience giving him, in his own eyes, the stature of a young lion.
Barbie could hardly believe it when she felt strong masculine hands on her body again.
"Wha ... what's happening?" she moaned drowsily, feeling her nakedness being touched and stroked by the strange limbs on hers. Her body was awash with unbelievable tinglings, joyously familiar stirrings of desire. She impulsively stretched out her arms and legs, splaying her fingers wide, encouraging the sensations which were polarized in her tensely excited frame to emanate to the very tips of her extremities.
"Mmmmm ... oh Pat..." she murmured, recollection flooding back in a dazzling panorama to her half-awake brain. It was beginning to come back to her now ... it was Pat who had given her all this exquisite pleasure, the young fourteen-year-old boy from the office! The sudden thought that she had made love to the child herself sent a lurid thrill of desire rippling through her. A vision of the slender youth as she had glimpsed him briefly through her lust-blinded eyes, shot across the face of her consciousness like a shooting star-his thin frame sliding up and down as he ground his eager fourteen-year-old penis again and again into her hungry, craven depths. Oh God, it had been wonderful, just too wonderful to believe, and now...
Now who was this that was touching, embracing, caressing her again? She had to see, she had to find out! With an effort, she pulled herself up on one elbow. Her body felt drained of all energy, devoid even of sensation except for the peripheral thrills provoked by the alien hands on her. She felt heavy warm breath on her, heard a lascivious chuckle. It was Dave, and Chico!
They were leaning over her, their avaricious eyes fastened voraciously on her naked body. The unabated terrible lust reflected in their stares made her shrink back a little-they were like wild beasts, their panting breath like hot dragon fire on her still perspiring body.
"Dave? ..." she whispered questioningly.
He moved closer to her, a cynical sneer of incredible lasciviousness on his face. He would never have believed that the lovely young wife of his partner could be so impassioned, so lost in lust as to fuck the virginal youth so wildly. She had been like a she-devil and he chuckled evilly to himself at the thought that it had been almost entirely his own doing. He had to admit to himself that he had delighted in taking this fresh young woman, the embodiment of innocence and marital fidelity, and shaping her with his perverted hands into a gross caricature of her real self, twisting her so that she was almost as depraved a creature as himself. And, to add to his sinister gratification, the look in her eyes now was not one of fear, or disgust, or hatred, but of naked, unyielding desire. Yep, you've done your work well, he laughed victoriously to himself, inching even closer to the trembling, desire-wracked woman.
What's wrong with me, Barbie groaned to herself, her eyes fastened on the long, thick pole of Dave's heavy, lustfully pulsating rod as it hovered over her breasts. I want it, I want that big cock inside me, I want it inside me where Pat's was just a few minutes before. I don't know or care why, but oh God, how I want it!
Her troubled inner thoughts were reflected all too plainly on her straining face and Dave had read them correctly. Her eyes were glued on the fleshy protuberance, the massive purplish head glistening eerily an iridescent hue, and the lust-swollen flesh seemed to mesmerize her, and she was unable to tear her gaze away from it. It seemed to her, in her dazed, liquor-softened state, that his blood-engorged penis was some powerful god, omnipotent beyond belief, and she was but a weak subject, submissive to its dictates. She became aware too of Chico, peering at her from her other side, and hypnotically, her eyes were drawn down to the squat, stubby thickness at the base of his belly, held aloft in his grease-stained hand. Drops of sweat were trickling down the flabby expanse of the cab-driver's face, and his fleshy chest was heaving with the force of his gasping breath.
"Madre mia!" he kept sighing, over and over, his dark bloodshot eyes unwavering in their penetrating gaping. Barbie felt a faint shudder of revulsion course through her-the sight of the aroused, perspiring figure of the overweight driver repelled her, and she couldn't deny her disgust, even though the memory of Chico's potent hardness as it stabbed into her anus at the same time as Dave fucked her in front, came back with appalling clarity.
Mewling softly, she turned her gaze back to Dave. Desire was growing like a brush fire inside her, and she felt herself to be powerless against her overcoming need.
Dave leered arrogantly down at her.
"You'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" he taunted.
Barbie held her breath. She had grown to detest this cruel, sadistic side of Dave which he made use of every opportunity to degrade her, and she tried to maintain a cold disdain for him now.
His hand dug viciously into her bare shoulder.
"You'd like me to fuck you now, wouldn't you, fuck that tight little cunt of yours that's on fire right now?"
Barbie ran her tongue over her dry, parched lips. Oh God, couldn't he see what she was going through? She didn't want to be in this position, almost begging for him to take her, but she couldn't help it, her body, desire-mad, was in control.
"Oh Dave ..." she whispered, her eyes pleading silently for mercy, compassion, just this once.
"C'mon, baby, tell Dave how you'd like it!" he jeered, no pity visible on his contorted face.
Barbie was in agony. Desperately, she ran her hands down the length of her slender, ivory body, trying to still the gnawing that tormented her flesh. Her long silky black hair clung to her perspiring face, framing the pale skin with an ebony halo. Some vestiges of pride still clung to her, and she would not, could not debase herself again by begging, pleading with Dave to make love to her, as he had forced her to do before. She just couldn't! Yet she could see him standing there, his pleasure-giving penis fully erect, waiting only to enter her and thrill her from head to toe. No matter what, she had to have it!
"Please, Dave ..." she began, her throat arid, the words choking from her cottony mouth.
"Whassamatter, honey? Don't you want it?" he leered, positioning the bulbous spongy head of his demented weapon a few scant inches from her face.
"Yes, yes, oh yes, I do ..." she gasped, unconscious now of all normal feeling.
"Then tell me how, baby, tell me how you want it!" he snapped harshly, his eyes sparkling with his rising anger. He didn't think he'd ever had such a hard-on before. His prick felt as if it would burst like a balloon soon, if he didn't get it into her hot, squirming little cunt, but yet he wanted to have this other pleasure first. He really enjoyed this utter demoralization of the young woman, and since her first capitulation to him, he was obsessed by the thought of hearing the lewd pleading words tripping from her lips again. This perverse pleasure seemed to add to his already considerable potency, and somehow it was a shot in the arm to him to realize that there was still some reluctance and dignity left, some lack of certainty in his partner's young wife. Had she acquiesced immediately, given in completely to all his whims, he would have already been sick and tired of her, and would have lost all interest in her, but the very fact that she still was hesitant about submitting completely, added spice to the whole affair, in his mind.
His fingers were painful pressure on her flesh, and Barbie thought she'd go mad from the maddening burning down between her open thighs. The welcome flood of the teenager's semen swirling around in her stomach had barely dampened her ardor, and now her passion had resurrected again in a fierce, demanding claim for satiation. And Dave, who could and did give her so much pleasure, so much unbelievable joy, was there, ready and able, and probably willing ... just for the asking! But could she debase, humiliate herself again by pleading with him, actually begging him with four-letter vulgarities to do to her what they both so obviously wanted? Hope sprang to her brain ... maybe if she held out, he'd go ahead and do it to her with that lovely, hot hard cock of his, in fact get tired of waiting for his sadistic whim to be gratified.
But deep inside she knew it was a vain hope. His perversity, his obstinacy was such that he'd deny himself what he so clearly craved, for the sake of getting his way on another matter. Oh God, what am I to do? she wailed to herself, feeling all sanity slipping away from her.
She knew she'd go mad very shortly if someone, anyone didn't relieve her, quench the unbelievable fire that had been aroused in her and which was threatening dangerously to rage through her and cast her into a groveling inferno of idiocy. Why have qualms now? she teased herself. After all you've been through, getting it in the rectum from Dave, and then in a lewd three-way act with both him and that vile Chico, not to mention succumbing to a mere fourteen-year-old youngster? The terrible litany of her deeds of the last few days rose up before her with horrible clarity, and she gave an uncontrollable, hysterical laugh.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Dave!" she screamed, her head lashing from side to side, the last shreds of rationality ripped away from her tottering equilibrium. "Do anything, anything, but fuck me like a whore, fuck meee ... !"
Her last words were drowned out in a piteous moan, as Dave, delighted at his dubious victory, crawled over on top of the trembling, squirming body of the young woman, and brutally forced her knees wider apart. There was no hesitation, no persuasion now. He had won at the eleventh hour, just when he had about given up, and was ready to take her at any cost. The thought that he had driven her almost to the point of babbling hysteria nagged slightly at the back of his mind, but he was amoral enough to wipe it out completely. He had gotten his way, that was all that mattered. The end justifies the means, he thought savagely to himself as he squeezed the soft white flesh of her shoulders, and lowered his mouth greedily over the red, pulsating nipple of her breast. His thick wet lips closed in on the ruby-tipped spear, and his sharp teeth dug into the sensitive flesh, making her emit a wounded cry from the pain of his bite. He enjoyed hearing her sob like that, enjoyed the pleasure-pain he was inflicting on her, and transferred his slavering mouth to the other creamy shimmering mound, to inflict the same.
Suddenly, Dave ground his mouth down on her soft, open lips, rushing inside with his long flicking tongue, and began to swipe furiously around inside her smooth, white teeth, as his hands released their crushing grip on her shoulders and dipped to the tormented spheres of her breasts, which he began to knead and pummel like baker's dough. His mouth and hands worked in unanimous fury as he kissed and sucked and stroked, a fantastic sexual demon taking hold of him. His prick was heavy and palpitating, and he knew that the moisture at the tip was seeping out and smearing the soft pulsing inside of her thigh. He could feel the gentle wetness of her trembling pussy graze against his fiery hardness, and the soft dark crinkly hairs of her pubic fleece tickled wetly against his bobbing penis.
Brutally, he reached down and cruelly spread her legs further apart, grasping them by the knees, and forcing the slender columns of her thighs wide apart to flesh-splitting distance.
"Oh God no stop! Stop Dave!" she pleaded, tears spilling into her eyes from the harsh grating pain. She felt as if she were being pulled apart, split in two, and her body was entirely consumed with aching discomfort. She jerked back when she felt Dave's monstrous prick against her sensitive flesh, and steeled herself from his imminent assault. Why is this happening to me? she sobbed, a semblance of reason returning with the advent of the unendurable pain.
"AAAGGGHHHHHHHH ... NO! PLEASE NOOOOO ..." she wailed piteously, as she felt the hard unyielding cock enter her with all the thundering force of an express train. Her flesh seemed to splinter into a thousand tormented fragments and then, in spite of the lubrication of Pat's earlier flooding of his youthful sperm into her there, unite again to form a screaming mass of untrammeled pain.
"OOOHHHHHHH ... PLEASE STOP ... I ...can't... stand... it!!!!"
But her cries were to no avail. Dave was beyond recall. He plunged forward with inhuman speed, ripping his savage way into her perilously quivering vagina, mindless of her expostulations, intent only on his journey of bestiality. Finally, he hit bottom, the rock-hardness of his cock slamming with brutal strength against the soft rubbery tissue of her cervix, wringing cry after wounded cry from the brutally impaled girl.
His hairy, pendulous balls smacked lewdly against the clenching moons of her smooth white buttocks, and then were wedged tightly down against the softly working nakedness of her anus. His hands had dropped to her buttocks and were clutching the soft resilient flesh mercilessly, and her pelvis was raised up off the ground, affording him greater access to her trembling depths. Immediately, he began to withdraw his plundering rod from her tight confining cuntal sheath, pulling it almost all the way out before plummeting once more to the depths of her belly, making her jerk down against the squeaking mattress, cringing before his incredible onslaught. He began to establish a precarious rhythm as he fucked insanely in and out of her, perspiration already pouring from his face, his upper lip pulled back in a snarl over his teeth. He was like a predatory panther, intent on the kill, mindless of everything else.
Barbie's eyes were glazed. The pain was receding now but there was still an air of unreality about the whole thing. The intense desire which had been consuming her had vanished and left nothing in its wake but revulsion and remorse. Before these two feelings had time to take hold, desire had once more returned with renewed fervor, tossing her skewered body about like a rag doll, and involuntarily, she spread her legs even wider, and arched her hips up against Dave's demonic lunges. The changing succession of feelings had passed over her so swiftly that there was no mark left on her by them and her whole being was enveloped once more in a crescendoing tide of unabated, unadulterated lust.
"UGGGHNNNnnnnnnnn ... that's it, oh yes that's it ... " the words tumbled from her grotesquely working mouth, and her hands were drumming against Dave's back, forcing him on to faster and deeper and harder strokes of his indomitable weapon.
"That's ... the ... way ... I ... like it!" she gasped, feeling her body turn into a churning, writhing pillar of moaning desire.
Chico, meanwhile, was staring with bulging eyes at what was transpiring in the bedroom. Under the control, not unreasonably, of his boss, he was also influenced considerably by his employer's stronger, more forceful personality in other matters, and he was now gaping admiringly at the chain of events that Dave had engineered.
He still held his prick in his hand, and was painfully aware of the burning, craving sensation which permeated it, and which no amount of self-caressing could assuage.
He thought he had never seen anything as lustful or exciting as the body of the young, dignified wife of his employer, twisting and flailing about on the bed, first under the inexperienced lovemaking of the boy, Pat, and now under the masterful plunging of his other boss. Yes, this was a day he would not forget in a hurry, he thought, it was even better than the time he and Dave had sandwiched her simultaneously, front and back. In truth, he enjoyed seeing the proud little bitch brought down to the level of the Tijuana's whores he knew, felt a lurid thrill on witnessing her debasement.
He was fully conscious of her contempt for him; she had never even bothered to try and hide it from him. She was so haughty to him, looking right through him as if he did not exist, even after he had fucked the snooty little bitch in the asshole. He bristled even now at her effrontery in high-hatting him even after he had shot his cum in her back there. She was no better than a whore, he thought cruelly, and he, Chico, was better than that! He wanted to pay her back for that-for all the times she had snubbed him, stared down her nose at his friendly comments. He was fully aware that she had more than once asked her husband to fire him, and he had saved up all his grievances for the time when he could pay her back.
Well, he had paid her back, in part anyway, that time when he and Dave had fucked the life out of her, and now, he had another chance to wreak vengeance on the proud bitch who thought herself too good for the likes of a poor Mexican cabdriver. His anger and desire for revenge was matched only by the intensity of his passion, and his prick felt like a red-hot poker in his hand. He would find a way to get even with her, he thought as he staggered over to where the two nakedly writhing figures were entwined in a lewd mass of cock and cunt locked flesh on the shaking bed.
Barbie felt herself adrift on a sea of uncontrollable ecstasy. Her body was not her own- she had long since lost control of it and the pleasure which Dave was giving her was in a way, no part of the rest of her. She felt that she would cum soon, and cum over and over again, for her flesh was rent with screaming, demanding pleas for more, more and more! Then, she became aware of a movement at her head.
A hand grasped her silky hair; a voice croaked: "Open your eyes, bambina, and see what Tio Chico has for your buttery little mouth!"
Barbie felt her flesh crawl at the sound of that oily voice, and terror made her eyes fly open. She almost gagged at the sight of the short fat penis held a fraction away from them, and she could see the underveins throbbing feverishly beneath the moistened skin. The head was grossly distended, like a huge red mushroom on a throbbing blue stalk rising out of a dank, dark forest. Her eyes bulged at the grotesque sight, but still she could not draw them away.
"How do you like that, cava mia; a nice big cock for you, heh?"
Terror mounted in her. Her brain, isolated from the tumultuous pleasure in her body, was gripped by icy fingers. What did that loathsome man want?
She jerked back when she felt the smooth, moist flesh prodding at her lips.
"No! Stop it!" she gasped unthinkingly, and Chico, the simpering grin wiped suddenly from his face, grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled her head forward, until her lips were once more touching the poised organ.
"Now open that pretty mouth of yours, querida, or Chico will have to make you ..."
The ominous threat terrorized the girl. Her head was held in a vise-like grip, and already she could taste the piquant tang of the man's genitals on her tongue. Oh what can I do? I can't take his penis in my mind ... I couldn't bear it! Chico, sensing her distraction, took his chance and rammed his hips forward, and Barbie, caught unawares, opened her mouth as if to scream. To her overwhelming shame, he had slipped his bloated prick inside her mouth, and even now it was filling her cheeks with its squirming flesh.
She tried to shake it loose, but his grip on her hair was adamant, and she was powerless! The musky head of it was pushing against her larynx and she thought she would choke from it. Her mouth had never felt so full before, and the pungent male taste of him seemed to be everywhere, permeating her senses until she felt sure she couldn't breathe.
"Now suck it, babeee, suck it!" he hissed, hardly able to believe that it was actually his cock that his boss' wife was holding in her mouth. Him, Chico! His friends would have something to say to that when he told them, he thought happily, the vision of her cherry-red lips ovalled around his thick squat cock etched forever in his gleeful memory.
Barbie knew it was useless to fight him. There was really no defiance left in her. She was just a tool to be used between the two of them for their own pleasure, and there was nothing more she could do about it.
In the depths of her depravity, it seemed to the tormented young wife that her very helplessness, her total lack of power in her grim situation, the fact that she was absolutely devoid of control over her own body, had the opposite effect on her to that which she expected. Instead of feeling demoralized, debased, mortified to the very core of her being, these humiliating emotions grazed her only peripherally-somewhere inside her she felt a lurid, forbidden thrill, a definite, undeniable stab of delight which sprung unequivocally from the subjugative nature of her position. Dave was fucking into her cruelly, using her open vagina completely and only for his own pleasure, while at the same time, Chico, the very thought of whom sent a horrified chill coursing down her back, was worming his heavy, obese penis around inside her widely ovalled mouth! The two men were fucking her simultaneously, one in her vagina, the other in her mouth!
Chico was rotating his thick cock inside her mouth and Barbie could taste a drop of his seeping semen which had dripped from the excited glans opening at the tip.
Tentatively, involuntarily, her tongue began to dab at the squirming organ, hesitatingly flicking at the soft spongy flesh, licking around the stem which flowered out into the huge mushroomy head.
She heard a long, low, ecstatic sigh and knew it was Chico and somehow, the knowledge that she had elicited that expression of pleasure from him excited her luridly and she began to lick and suck on the imbedded member with renewed vigor, actually enjoying the novel sensation, her tongue working feverishly in time to the incredibly demonic tempo of the lust-maddened prick fucking into her hotly writhing pussy. Chico's greasy calloused hands were tangled severely in her hair, forcing her already grotesquely stretched lips further up over his bobbing prick, and harsh, incoherent obscenities were spewing in a venomous cascade from his grotesquely working lips.
"Oh 'Christ... that's it suck it, you hot little whore ... keep sucking my cock like that..."
His lasciviously degrading words spurred her on and her mouth labored mercilessly over his pounding organ, trying to enclose more and more of it into her suddenly hungrily sucking cheeks and her full red lips convoluted in eager rhythm with the grasping, clasping motions of her fiery cunt below.
Every nerve ending in her entire body was aflame with vivid sensation and she felt as if she were rocketed headlong on a thrilling roller coaster ride that would take her up to an incredible, unbelievable summit, which she knew she craved, and which she knew would be better than anything she had hitherto experienced.
Young Patrick was like a frozen, naked statue. When he had recovered from his dreamlike orgasm, he had discovered that Dave had usurped him and was brutally fucking Mrs. Smothers. An unaccountable feeling of jealousy stabbed at him-a feeling that it was his prerogative only. He knew that this was stupid, but yet, his marvelous sexual initiation by his boss' lovely young wife, had imbued him with a feeling of potent masculinity which puffed him up like a turkey cock.
He felt like dashing over to the bed, and asserting himself, telling Dave, and Chico, too, to take their hands off the wonderful p o r c e l i a n body squirming about so lewdly on the bed, but reason intervened and cautioned him that he would have nothing to gain from his rash action but abuse and invective from Dave. So he had to content himself with watching the lewd spectacle of Dave as he began to torment the abandoned young wife. Pat felt himself gnashing his teeth in anger when he witnessed the older man's sadistic mental bullying and bitterly regretted his young years which prevented him from knightly errantry. But even while he watched, he was conscious of a strange feeling of comraderie, with Dave, a feeling that he, too, was one of the men who was able to bend and twist the helpless young woman to his will.
He drew closer, his eyes feasting on the entrancing sight of the older man lewdly sinking his cock into the hot moist pussy of Mrs. Smothers, where he himself had been stationed not many minutes before, and suddenly, the boy felt an almost uncontrollable urge to experience once again the almost heavenly feeling of fucking, really fucking into a real live woman. He ran his tongue over his dry, cracked lips, wondering for a brief moment if he really did, in fact, fuck the lovely Mrs. Smothers, if she really had helped him, urged him to make love to her. Even now, it began to seem like a nerve-tingling, incredible but rapidly fading dream.
With mixed feelings, he observed Chico draw closer, his lust-inflated prick held firmly between his fingers, and the inexperienced boy could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the cab-driver force his engorged member between Barbie's unwilling lips. His lewd command to suck it send a convulsive shudder rippling down his spine. Surely Chico couldn't mean that he wanted Mrs. Smothers to actually suck, lick his almost ready to cum penis? The thought struck the fourteen-year-old boy like a thunderbolt, and nervously, he edged even closer, his disbelieving eyes fastened on the salacious sight of the squat, rock-hard cock buried between the woman's beautifully ovalled lips. He heard Chico sigh in delight, and then the boy could not suppress an exclamation as he noticed that Barbie, at first so reluctant, was now beginning to move her lips up and down the full fat length, and Pat could see her cheeks hollowing and filling as she sucked greedily on the fleshy rod.
Pat felt his own prick leap into even greater erection and unconsciously, he grasped it in his hand, amazed at the blood-filled hardness of it. He recognized the ache that was developing in the pit of his loins, an aching need to take his cock and bury it in Barbie's smooth soft flesh, just as he had done earlier. But he couldn't! Dave was fucking her in the pussy, and Pat could see the delicate pink cunt edges nibbling eagerly at the reddened skin of the shaft which was plunging with frightening rhythm into her secret depths, and Chico had monopolized her mouth, and it seemed to the bewildered young boy that the experienced, practiced pricks of the older men were swooping in heathen rhythm into her two tightly clenching orifices. The lewd sight mesmerized him, and he watched as one hypnotized, the sensual undulations of the lovely alabaster body under the dual ministrations.
It's not fair, his young mind grumbled, I want to have another go too ... His virile prick felt as heavy as lead, and the visual excitement to which he was subjected made him certain that he would cum at any moment, so great was his arousal. As if robotized, his legs carried him straight over to the writhing trio on the bed, a new, fantastic idea occurring to him.
Barbie knew that she was nearing the long climb to the pinnacle of supreme pleasure. Her mouth was governed by a will of its own as it licked and slavered over the gyrating penis in her mouth, and her hungering little pussy milked and sucked at Dave's tumultuous cock below. As if in a dream, she felt new hands on her. She knew they were unfamiliar, because they were small and light and perspiring, and a dull thud of terror coursed through her.
What was happening? Who was it? Her breasts were being kneaded, the new hands pulling and rubbing and tweaking the sensitive nipples with growing insistence, and she felt a delicious warmth creeping through the quivering mounds, and flaming out in exquisite heat through the fiery little tips. She didn't think she could take any more pleasure of this sort-she hadn't thought it possible to have a surfeit of these incredible sensations, but, with the additional titillation of her pulsating breasts, she felt she was rapidly approaching the point of complete satiation.
Glazily, she opened her lust-dimmed eyes, and a startled gasp of astonishment exploded around Chico's pounding weapon when she saw that it was the young, fourteen year old, Pat, who was caressing the soft fleshiness of the ivory orbs, and even as she stared aghast at the youth, she saw a wicked grin of unnatural lewdness break out on his prematurely wise face, as he guided the throbbing length of his fully-erect prick towards the enticing valley between the quivering mounds. Barbie's eyes opened wide in amazement as she felt the first heated contact between his hot young prick and the soft creamy crevice between her breasts. The long, hard rod insinuated itself like a determined python between the fleshy spheres, tantalizingly grazing the erogeneous skin as it nestled in the warm split.
Dear God, Barbie's mind cried. It's too much- I can't take it! The realization that her naked body was being ravished by three men at once was the final blow for her. In her quest for sensual fulfillment, her mind had capitulated to the idea of Dave taking her vaginally while Chico used her mouth, but now, Pat, the young boy, still only a child, whom she had so monstrously seduced a short while ago, was making use of the warm secret place between her breasts, and was even now, squeezing the soft spongy mounds together, trapping his hot throbbing cock between the pulsing moons of flesh!
It doesn't matter now! she thought wildly, unable to control the fresh sensations of overpowering pleasure which were racing through her. "I'll never be the same again! she railed wildly, but even as she did so, she knew, deep down, that she didn't care, that she wouldn't have missed this for anything. The pleasure, the excruciating sweetness of the sensations which were cavorting through her, were unmatched by anything she had ever dreamed of, and she didn't care how or by whom they were induced. The thing was, that she was experiencing it, and that was all that mattered!
All rationality deserted her then, and a moment of indescribable delicious tension followed, broken by the weird sounds of wetly smacking flesh and of her own feverish muffled moans.
Everything was blurred then in a series of different male groans, each louder and more piercing than the other, and she knew that all three men were cumming at the same time. But she couldn't decipher which was which, because just then her own release came in a cataclysmic revelation which seemed to detonate her body into a million sensation-wracked pieces, and every pore, every square inch of her body seemed animated with screaming, ecstatic life of its own.
She could feel her pussy, a tumultuous writhing sheath, flooded with hot sticky semen which seemed to be absorbed in the blotting-paper walls of her eager cunt, and at the same time her mouth was inundated with the same warm, white fluid, only this time, Chico's, and without realizing it, she was gulping and swallowing, suddenly anxious not to lose a precious drop of it. The double flood seemed endless and as if the floodgates had burst open, she became aware of a third drenching, which flowed like a gentle river down the valley between her palpitating breasts, a thin stream finding its way to the estuary of her navel, and a limpid rivulet coursing its meandering way to the swan-like sweep of her neck.
Never had she felt so saturated, at the same time so repleted, and she knew that she must surely have passed the point of no return, now that she had been fucked by three men at the same time, and that she had joined them in unadulteratedly joyous, simultaneous orgasm.
CHAPTER 8
Barbara hesitated, her hand on the doorknob of Doreen Clinton's house. Her caution was brought about by the cool night air, not by any diminishment of her resolve. She could hear a faint tinkling laughter coming from within and its happy notes cut at her heart. She knew that Ed was in there and knew that he and Doreen were enjoying themselves. This knowledge heightened the acuteness of her own misery. Although she had showered and put on make-up, she still felt unclean, used. Her memory shuddered as she recalled the wild sexual debauchery which had occurred in her own bedroom only a few hours before. In a more sober light, she could hardly believe that it had happened all. She was stung with shame as she remembered how she had been seduced by even young Pat, when she awakened lustfully from his tender tonguing. She blanked out the memory of what had followed. It was a jumbled blur of different penises, different mouths on hers-Dave, Chico, Pat. Self-loathing consumed her.
On the way over, in a rival cab, she had felt tempted to tear her carnally erring flesh from her body. She had sunk as low as any woman could, and she didn't know how she could ever face Ed again. She had thought of fleeing, leaving him without ever seeing him again. But after her shower, she had tried to calm her frazzled nerves with a double Scotch, and the potent liquid had gone part way towards dimming the painful memories which haunted her. The past couple of weeks stretched out behind her in revolting sequence, each step towards her ultimate degradation etched in her memory forever.
As she drunk her Scotch, Ed continually came to her mind. Even though she felt she was unworthy of his love, she knew she still loved him, in spite of her infatuation with Dave, and despite his infidelity. But somehow his unfaithfulness paled beside the list of her own sins.
The thought of Doreen was like a taunt to her. She knew Doreen was no angel, either, yet Ed liked her, was interested in her. As she finished her drink, her thoughts shifted and she found herself resenting the other woman more and more. She wanted Ed back and she believed if she could get him away from the voluptuous blonde's clutches, she might win him back again completely.
With no fixed plan in mind, she had called a cab from another company, and on the long ride, she had resolved to confront her husband and his mistress. This was her only definite plan. But she had to try something ... she had nothing to lose ... and her husband to gain back!
* * *
Doreen stretched out languidly beside Ed on the queen-size bed, idly playing her fingers up and down his hips. She was feeling tired, and couldn't help wishing that Ed would go. He had been there since early afternoon, and she was getting a little tired of him always hanging around. She wasn't a woman to be amused by one man for long; she preferred to pick and choose as she went along. She was chafing at the bit now, and the man who held the reins was showing no sign of letting her have her head.
Ed himself was feeling dehydrated. He felt hunted, unable to stay at home and therefore continually heading for the one lair where he found any solace. But the novelty of his extramarital diversion was wearing off, and he would have been happy to devote his time to the business and a more settled domestic home life.
They were lying there quietly, each immersed in his and her own but similar thoughts, when the door burst open.
"Now, you bastard!" an angry female voice intoned.... Let me show you what you've been missing at home!"
Ed gasped in astonishment as he saw his wife standing, hand on hip, in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Barbie ... what... ?" his voice trailed off.
"You think you've got something there-with that hussie ... but she's nothing compared to me!" Barbara spat, glaring at her husband, who was sitting bolt upright now. Her hand was tearing at the zipper of her dress, and with a lewd, provocative shrug, slipped her arms out of it, baring her proud, full breasts, jutting up out of lacy white cups.
Doreen was surveying in amusement the distraught woman, guessing that she was Ed's wife, and enjoying, in a twisted way, the tragicomedy.
Barbara stepped out of her dress, and stood there in her bra, panties and high-heeled sandals.
"Now what do you think of this?" she grinned in lewd invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out provocatively, and mincing around the bed in a wide circle. She kept both hands on her hips, and threw her head back as she walked, her hips swaying enticingly.
"Very good!" Doreen called, clapping her hands lightly in mocking sarcasm.
"Shut up, bitch!" Barbara snapped, "you haven't seen anything yet. . . !"
"Barbara, darling!" Ed began, but was halted by his wife's lascivious stripping away of her bra. She advanced towards him, cupping her ripe, ivory breasts in her palms, thrusting out the roseate little nipples jubilantly.
"How do these compare with that slut's tits?" she leered, and Ed choked back a gasp at the sound of the vile words spewing from his innocent young wife's lips.
Defiantly, she began to ease down her panties, watching with satisfaction her husband's eyes daring to the glossy black fleece of her pubic triangle as she teasingly revealed it. He couldn't keep his eyes off it. It was like a being of its own, luring him like an ancient Greek siren.
"It's better than hers, isn't it?" she queried lewdly.
Ed was silent, raising his eyes guiltily to hers.
"Isn't it?" she demanded again.
"Barbara, please ..." he began humbly.
"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not!" she shouted, her voice loud and shrill. "Because others do! Do you hear me? Others do?"
"So the little lady has been playing her husband's game!" Doreen interjoined.
"Damn right I have!" Ed's wife shot back. "Yessireee! Dave Berry sure as hell likes this pussy of mine! And Chico Hernandez is just crazy about it too! Not to mention Pat McNally!"
"Barbara, what do you mean?" Ed demanded, leaping to his feet.
"Just what I said, Eddie, baby!" his wife retorted. "I've been having myself a little fun while you were away and ... and ..." and then, her nerves flayed from her unnatural act, she collapsed in a frenzy of sobs on the floor, her cruel retort unfinished.
"Ed, what a bastard you've been!" Doreen chided. "Cheating on a gutsy little girl like this! Shame on you!"
Ed stared first at Doreen and then at the crumpled figure of his wife. Doreen's right, he thought. I didn't really know or appreciate what I've got at home! His wife's lurid confession came tumbling back into his head, but he pushed it firmly aside. Who was he to cast stones? He had neglected her, and badly, lately he realized-she probably even found out about him and Doreen before this!
"Oh Barbie darling, I'm sorry!" he moaned, reaching for his sobbing young wife. Gently, he gathered her cringing from up into his arms, and carried her over to the bed.
"I'm sorry, baby!" he crooned, settling her on the soft coverlet. "It's all my fault!"
"Oh Ed!" she blubbered, throwing her arms around his neck. "I didn't mean to do all the dreadful things I did, but I couldn't help it, when I found out about you and...."
"Oh don't worry, baby! I love you and won't hurt you again!" he assured her tenderly.
"I love you too, Ed," she replied tearfully, but the terrible things----" "Hush, it's all over now, darling----" His lips descended on hers, brushing away all her protests, and he crushed his mouth against hers, feeling a vibrant response from her. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to make love to his wife, right there and then! He didn't care about Doreen anymore ... he just wanted his wife!
Eagerly, praying there'd be no resistance, he ran his hands down the satiny-soft sides of his wife's lissome body, feeling her tremor under his warm touch. His fingers toyed with the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, tracing a tantalizing path up and down their smoothly creamy surface. He could see the inviting pink shimmer of her vaginal split, peeping out from her slightly parted thighs. He brushed his fingertips against the delicate quivering area, feeling the slight pulsing of her tender young pussy flesh. His penis was swollen and throbbing excited first by his wife's obscene striptease and later by the almost celestial beauty of her outstretched form. Lovingly, he lowered himself over, and then his mouth traced a hot moist path down from the lovely contour of her doelike neck, down the smooth rich valley between her heaving breasts, further to the flat plane of her velvety stomach.
He could hear her sigh and moan softly under his oral caresses, and he knew that she would not object to his love. He was oblivious now to Doreen's presence, or her fascinated gaze fastened on him, as he gently parted her thighs and worked his pelvis up between them.
"Oh Barbie honey, I want you..." he breathed passionately, his desire threatening to break out and overwhelm him.
"I ... I want you too, Ed ..." Barbara whispered, and slowly reaching down, she searched for and found the palpitating shaft of her husband's erectly throbbing penis.
Ed gasped from the delicious cold touch of her fingers around his pulsating hardness, and could have cried out in joy as she began to guide it towards her waiting orifice. He felt the exquisite touch of her sensitive, delicate pussy edges on the hardness of his cock, and their gently tickling feelers like prehensile flowers sent thrills shooting up and down through the very marrow of his bones.
Suddenly, he could hold himself back no longer. He was a mortal man, smitten with desire for his wife's beautiful body, and in an unexpected lunge, he wormed his desire-hardened cock halfway up inside her tight, hot little pussy.
"Uggghhnnnnnnnnn ..." Barbara gasped from the forcefulness of his sudden entry into her. But it still felt good and joyfully she opened her legs wider, welcoming him in with all her being. She felt the wide heavy rod slip farther and farther up her moistly grasping cunt, and every ridge, every groove on his organ was registered on her supersensitive inner membrane.
"AAAhhhhhhhmmmmmm ..." she sighed as he hit bottom, his churning balls smacking flatly against her upraised buttocks. The head of his big, rock-firm prick seemed to stand at the entrance to hungrily waiting belly and lewdly inciting tingles enervated her as she felt the gentle pressure on the mouth of her womb.
Ed began to slowly pull it out, feeling the rubbery tissue inside cling to his withdrawing hardness. He shot forward again and was greeted with a welcoming, warming squeeze of her now educated young pussy. He sawed into her with quickening strokes, seeking to establish a rhythm, flexing and unflexing his throbbing cock inside her. She responded avidly with spasms of her own, and her legs snaked up and entwined themselves monkeylike around his lower back. Her hands shot up and tangled themselves in his hair, pulling his face down on hers, and grinding her mouth against his. "Oh Barbie darling ..." he gasped, submitting to her eager embrace. Their bodies were welded together, and were curved as one into a pounding, slapping bowstring of accordancy.
Doreen gazed at the passionately writhing bodies of the husband and wife on her bed with mixed feelings. She felt a grudging admiration for the young wife, for her pluckiness, her determination to overcome the hurt she had suffered. She was damned beautiful, too, she had to concede, and she felt a pang at losing her lover back to his stunning wife. Still, she had an almost maternal indulgence in romanticism and was genuinely glad to see the young pair united.
In the midst of her passion, Barbara felt a wonderful soaring joy filtering through her. Her husband, her own Ed was making love to her again, and the act was having a cathartic effect on her-absolving her from her past discretions. Not only that, but the profound pleasure she was deriving from it was also unlike anything else. It was unadulterated enjoyment, unsullied by guilt, pain, or any other of the insidious side effects she had known with Dave. She was cured of those tendencies now, she reflected joyously through her ecstasy. The hell into which Dave had thrown her had burnt away the fetters of inhibition that had shackled her, and with it all guilt, and now she was free of it all, and on her way to the exhilarating heights of a hedonistic heaven.
"Oh Ed ..." she gasped, "it feels so good, sooo good...."
"Fuck back, baby ... that's it!" he praised as they bucked and rocked together in a mad headlong rush for their mutual release.
Suddenly, Barbara's voice rang out in a high-pitched shriek.
"AAAGGGHHHHHHH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and her perspiration-bathed body was jerking and twisting under that of her husband's as orgasm after love-induced orgasm swept over her, washing away all her doubts, and uniting with her husband in a fabulous declaration of their mutual love. Ed's harsh grunts signalled his simultaneous climax, and he pounded his pelvis mercilessly against his wife's twitching vaginal plane as the white waters of his passion burst in a wild cataclysmic cascade from the reservoir in his squirming balls and gushed in surfy spurts into the voraciously sucking depths of Barbara's pussy.
Seemingly endless was the stream of his masculine fluid that shot into Barbara's greedily sucking orifice, but finally, he was dry. He had reached the end of his primitive offering, and he lay back exhausted, his mind buzzing with the knowledge that he and Barbara were one again, and were even more closely cemented together by the incredible events of not an hour before, culminating in this tremendous never-before achieved mutual giving and receiving.
* * *
Ed was disturbed from his sensual reverie by a continual movement on the bed. Forcing open his eyes, he glanced at the figures beside him, and then jerked to a wide-awake sitting position at what he saw. His wife was lying as he left her, stretched languorously on the bed. Doreen, however, was crawling between her raised knees, and Ed could see that she had spread the inviting folds of Barbara's pussy, baring the magnificence of her tender pink flesh.
Mesmerized, he watched as Doreen, after a second's hesitation, lowered her mouth to the entrancing area, and boldly flicked out her lean pink tongue.
He could see that Barbara flinched from the contact of a warm feminine tongue on her secret opening, and watched with growing amazement as the older woman's organ continued to lap and swipe with increasing fervor. His mistress was licking his wife's cunt! Barbara's vagina began a gentle twitching under the titillating lashes of Doreen's practiced tongue, and she began to mewl in a tiny voice. Ed could see the blonde's weapon dart and probe in the silky mysterious creases and crevices of Barbie's pussy, flicking nonchalantly at the tiny clasping hole of her star-shaped orifice. Barbara likes it! he marveled. She likes being licked and sucked down there by another woman! A new feeling for his wife asserted itself in the astonished young husband. This was not the Barbie he knew, the somewhat cold, not overresponsive young woman who married him. This was a new, exciting woman, yes, woman, not a girl, and he was only just beginning to discover the tremendous depth there was to her sensual reservoir!
Barbara was reveling in the butterfly-soft oral caresses of her husband's erstwhile mistress. She had been too dazed by the enormity of her climax with her husband to fully realize what was happening until the blonde's tongue had started its magical tricks, and now, she marveled that any sensation so feather soft, so elusive could produce such delicious chills of pleasure in her. Sighing, she closed her thighs softly around the older woman's beige- hair, pulling her further down on her burning vagina. She shivered under the other woman's touch on her breasts, her nipples, her hips. It felt so good, so relaxing, so safe! Doreen seemed instinctively to know what she needed at this time, and she felt a profound gratitude to her. Not only for this excruciating pleasure she was doling out, but also for being, in a way, the instrument of this whole cataclysm in her personality.
Her philantrophic thoughts were interrupted by the sudden, shattering clouds of pleasure which swept over her. She couldn't believe that she would climax again, but she was obviously going to.
Ed stared as he saw the beginnings of convulsive shudders spasm through his wife. She was cumming from Doreen's lesbic licking! An almost agonized cry escaped from her lips, and then her entire frame was twitching and squirming under the frantic lashes of Doreen's frenzied tongue. Quivers of incredible force shook Barbara's body and she crushed her tingling, tickling pussy up against the other woman's mouth, mashing it in frenetic desire against the joy-giving orifice. Her buttocks were raised up off the bed as her hips undulated again and again, until finally the motions of release subsided and she collapsed again on the bedspread gasping out the last of her orgasm.
They lay there, clinging to each other, the two women, the older blonde one and the younger dark-haired one. Ed stared at the entwined pair, entranced. Weird shivers cavorted up and down his spine, a legacy from the sensations he experienced from watching the display and culmination of feminine love. He was captivated by the sight of the two naked females locked in embrace. His wife and his mistress. As if he were a puppet, and someone else controlling the strings, he edged over to the relaxing pair. He wanted to fuck his wife again, but he also wanted to suck Doreen as she had sucked and groveled in his wife's cunt. His prick was already inflamed with lust, and burning with the force of his lascivious craving, he moved closer to the inert figure of his wife, his cock poised and held like a flag.
"Barbie ... Barbie, open your eyes!"
Obediently, she opened her eyes, and saw the angry red head of his bulbous cock a few scant inches from her face.
"I want you to suck me off!" he whispered hoarsely.
Without a murmur, his wife pried loose his fingers, and taking the instrument lovingly in her own hand, gently nibbled at it, tentatively, with her full, lipstick-rimmed lips. A sigh escaped him as she enclosed the burgeoning top in her velvet-soft mouth, swirling around the glans opening at the tip with her tongue, pressurizing the sensitive area just below the head with the softness of her ovalled lips.
She began to move her lips up and down along the pulsing length of it, squeezing and caressing with her honey-soft mouth, her other hand stroking the flaccid sac of his pendulous balls. Her fingers grated against the crinkled, hairy skin, sending incredible eddies of pleasure rippling along his dorsal bone. He felt his organ growing and inflating until he thought it would burst, and he wondered how she could take such a mass of flesh in her mouth. The hard rubbery head, blood-engorged to monstrous size, jutted against her larynx and he believed she would choke at any moment. But she seemed to thrive on it, slavering and sucking lovingly on his delighted penis.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Doreen stirring, her arms still wrapped around his wife's waist. He could see the glistening platinum thatch of her pubic mound, and twisting his body halfway around, he dropped his face over the enticing area.
He was lying on his side, partially across the bodies of the two women, and he turned his face slightly so that he could reach out with his tongue and touch the inviting vaginal furrow spread beneath him.
He felt Doreen shiver from the initial touch of his tongue on her pussy, and he began to tease and lick at the soft warm furrow with the saliva-moistened tip, poking and burrowing into her familiar folds. She ground her hips in unified rhythm with his oral fucking, opening and splaying her thighs to afford him easier and better entry. He stiffened his tongue like a piece of buckram and rammed it into the tight clasping ring of her pussy, feeling her powerful internal suctioning trying to tear his organ from its roots.
Her hair-lined vagina rimmed his nose and mouth and he was intoxicated from the steamy clouds of her ultra-feminine odor which wafted sensuously around him.
Barbara continued her thrilling sucking and licking of her husband's cock. This was her ultimate gift to him. She would take his warm sperm in her mouth-accepting him completely. She was aware of his turning movement and out of the corner of her eye, she discerned what he was doing. Somehow, the knowledge that he was sucking the blonde woman's pussy while she was licking and slavering over his cock did not dismay her. On the contrary, she experienced a solidarity in the thought that the three of them were united in a mutual dispatch of pleasure.
She worked and labored frenziedly over her husband's still-expanding cock and then suddenly she heard him utter a deep, from the chest moan. He was there! She felt the first wave of his hot, white sperm spurting against the back of her throat at the same time as she heard Doreen gasping out her orgasm. Her husband's cock, lodged securely in her mouth, jerked and tossed from the tremors transmitted through Ed's body, that coursed through Doreen as her warm creamy juices flowed copiously down and drenched Ed's hotly perspiring face.
Barbara gulped and swallowed, anxious not to lose a drop of her husband's warmly flowing liquid. She thought it would never stop flooding into her mouth, but at last, she had sucked him completely dry and his limp, flaccid prick coiled back unto itself and slithered wetly from her sperm-covered lips. All three of them, husband, wife and mistress, collapsed in a heated, satiated jumble on Doreen's pink-covered bed, naked bodies meshed happily together in jubilant acceptance.
It was nearly dawn when Ed and Barbara slipped quietly, arm in arm, into the cab. It was a never-to-be-forgotten night, shared by all three of them, and it was with considerable reluctance that they bid good-bye to each other. Doreen had suddenly remembered an urgent invitation to go out west, and insisted on departing the very next day.
The warm-hearted blonde accompanied them to the car.
"Now you take good care of this little girl!" she admonished Ed, giving him a sisterly peck on the cheek.
"And you," she advised Barbara, hugging her, "watch this guy carefully, and don't let him cheat on you again!"
"And good luck to both of you!" she called as the cab drove off into the night.
CHAPTER 9
"The way I see it," Ed was explaining, "we can't really fail. With the new cult for those fancy colored candles in all shapes and sizes, not to mention the stacks of plain ones being used all over. We just can't lose!"
Barbara leaned back comfortably against the high-backed seat of the Dodge as Ed sped down the Ohio turnpike. They were on their way to Tampa, Florida, and Barbara could hardly believe it.
"Oh darling!" she breathed, "I'm so glad we decided to leave Traverse City. We can start a new life in Tampa!"
It was only three weeks ago that Ed was offered first refusal on a candle business in Tampa, owned by an old friend of his family's. They had decided to take the plunge, and they had sold their interest in the cab business to Dave, and left the sale of their house in the hands of a reliable agent, with Barbara's mother keeping an eye on things. They had accommodations arranged in Tampa and Ed had promised that they could have a week's vacation - before they got down to business.
Barbara could scarcely believe that the nightmare of the few weeks prior to their decision was over! The maudlin events of that period which included Dave, Chico, Pat, and, of course, Doreen, were already beginning to fade. And as far as she could determine, only good had ultimately come out of it all.
She had never known anything like the happiness of the last few weeks with Ed. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other and their marital bond was stronger than ever before.
She was sure, too, that their new business would work out. It wasn't the greatest livelihood in the world, she knew, but it certainly was better than the cabs!
The truth was, she could hardly talk about the candle-making business with Ed without blushing. She knew she would get over that, but she couldn't forget her desperation that night, when Ed had rejected her, and how she had used that huge, red candle down between her legs until she had made herself cum!
But, she smiled happily, all that is over now. I certainly won't need a candle for that anymore, as she reached over, her fingers resting on the noticeable bulge of her husband's very, very adequate maleness.
