The barman ran his eyes appreciatively over the petite blonde on the other side of the counter.
"One Bloody Mary coming up!" he chuckled, his eyes taking in the smooth upsweep of her firm breasts through the soft fabric of her blouse, the perfect mold of her shapely hips encased in the corduroy of her slacks, the slender columns of her well-proportioned legs. It was seldom he got such an attractive customer in the little bar, and he knew that the blonde and her husband had just moved into the area.
"You've bought that house on the edge of the wood . . . Mrs. Cardona, isn't it?" he queried pleasantly, as he handed her the drink.
"Y-yes, that's right," Rona replied, conscious of his wandering eyes on her, and unable to respond to his friendliness.
"Well, welcome to Parksburg!" he boomed jovially, and Rona couldn't suppress a blush as she mumbled a quick embarrassed "thank-you" and hurried over to a corner booth. There weren't many people there, but she was sure that all eyes were on her.
She felt somewhat protected as she sat back in the dimly-lit booth, confident that she was out of sight of the other customers. She knew it was silly for her to feel so uneasy and timid amongst strangers, and wished that she had her husband Bud's facility for mixing with all types of people. She saw that it was almost eight o'clock and began straining her ears, waiting for the telephone to ring. She hadn't bothered to tell the barman that she was waiting for a call, as he obviously knew who she was, and would tell her when Bud rang. She wondered idly, as she sipped her drink, what he was doing in Chicago, where he had gone on a short sales trip, and if he was thinking about her. Even though they had been married for over four years, she still hadn't gotten used to his being away so much, and always felt lonely and depressed when he was gone.
She had hoped that moving into the new house, with all the chores and work it meant for her, would take her mind off her loneliness, but it only seemed to make things worse. Normally an efficient, capable person, the muddle and disorder of the new house threw her into a fit of despondency, and she was unable to drag herself out of it. The half-unpacked boxes, the old, peeling paint, the dirt and dust everywhere, all got on her nerves to such an extent that she was actually glad to have an excuse to go to the tavern and wait for Bud's call. At first she had been completely dismayed to discover that the phone wouldn't be installed for several days more, but now, she welcomed the diversion that waiting in the bar offered. As she continued to sip her mild drink, she wondered again, as she had so much since they'd moved in yesterday, if they had done the right thing when they had left their apartment in Philadelphia and bought this house in the Pennsylvania countryside. Their tiny cramped apartment, with its faulty plumbing, its eternal noise and soot, seemed like paradise compared to their new house, and Rona wondered how they were going to get it into shape, especially with Bud away so much.
The floors would have to be sanded, the walls stripped and re-painted, and in some cases, plastered again, there was disconcerting evidence of woodworm in some of the wood, and several of the windows would have to be replaced. And the large, two-acre garden was a jungle! Rona had had visions of herself eagerly undertaking most of the work herself, surprising Bud each time he came back with the vast improvement she had made. But now it was obvious that they would have to get a contractor in to do most of the work. The thought depressed Rona, not only because of the added expense, but also because she felt that it wouldn't be their house anymore, hers and Bud's, but would actually be the product of someone else's imagination and labor. She felt something akin to horror at the thought of trying to tell a contractor what she wanted, and knew that all ideas which she had nurtured for years would vanish as soon as the workmen asked for instructions, and she would end up with imitation wood walls and fake stone, instead of the knotty pine panelling and fieldstone she really wanted.
Anxiously, she glanced back at the bar clock, and saw that it said 8:40 p.m. Bud had said 8:00 exactly, and she began to worry, telling herself that Bud was always punctual about calling. She had long since finished her drink, and she felt somehow afraid that the barman would say something to her if she just sat there with an empty glass. Gathering her courage, she moved towards the bar, determined to get only a Coke, and to make it last till her husband called.
"Rona honey! Can it be you?" A loud, cheerful voice rang out and Rona turned to look at the shapely well-dressed redhead standing beside her at the counter.
"Connie!" Rona stammered, hardly able to believe her eyes.
"Well I never ... !" Connie gushed, turning to the tall, dark man at her side.
"Luigi darling, isn't it just wonderful?" she went on effusively, steering her companion towards Rona, who was standing flabbergasted, unable to say a word. "I want you to meet Rona Hunter, who was my very best friend for years, and I want you to know that it was she aloiie who made those dreadful years in high school any way bearable!"
Luigi stepped forward and clasped Rona warmly by the hand, and she felt embarrassed under his frank, penetrating gaze. "Luigi Brescia," he breathed, "very pleased to meet you, Miss Hunter..."
"W-Well, it's Cardona, Mrs. Cardona .. ." Rona said awkwardly, trying to release her hand from his tight grasp.
"Well, that calls for a double celebration!" Connie laughed, "what'll it be, Rona?"
"I ... I'll just have a coke," Rona said, and Connie immediately pounced on her. "For goodness sake, have something stronger than that! We're not still at school!" Finally Rona relented and accepted another Bloody Mary, and all three went back to the booth in the corner.
Rona was trying to analyze her feelings. It was almost ten years since she'd last seen Connie, and yet, miraculously, she hadn't seemed to change at all in that time. Her lustrous red hair was a mass of little curls, a change from the straight style she used to wear at school, and she was dressed in an ultra-fashionable powder-blue pair of gaucho pants, with a matching sateen shirt, but apart from that, she was the same Connie, with heavily made up eyes, the pouting red lips and long painted nails that Rona remembered.
"Can it really be ten years?" Connie questioned, and then laughed. "Ooops, but that reveals our age, doesn't it, Rona?" Rona felt ill at ease, and found herself hoping that Bud would call, and she could leave.
"Tell me about this husband of yours!" Connie demanded, and Rona wondered if she had imagined the sarcastic tone in the other girl's voice. "Imagine, they've been married four years!" her friend said, smiling strangely at Luigi.
"There's not that much to tell, really," Rona said feebly, "Bud's a salesman for an electronics firm, in Philadelphia, but we've just moved out here. We were tired of the city, couldn't stand the noise and crowds. The only thing is, Bud is away a lot on trips. In fact, right now, he's in Chicago, and I've been waiting since eight for him to call."
"Well," Connie laughed harshly, "there's men for you! It's after nine now!" Rona flinched from her friend's critical remark.
She had felt that Bud had been delayed at a conference, or was tied up with a client, and considered her friend's blanket condemnation unjust.
"What does he mean keeping you waiting like this?" Connie rattled on in exasperation, and Rona felt a stab of irritation. That was Connie all over-never minding her own business. A flood of memories came rushing back to Rona as she sat there in the shaded booth. Connie criticizing her boyfriends, telling her that they didn't appreciate her, urging her to stand them up on dates . . . Rona felt her face flushing as she recalled incident after incident.. . and the worst of all, she was beginning to recollect the events that marked a real turning point in their relationship .. . things she hadn't thought about for years!
"Not moping over that delinquent husband of yours, are you?" Connie chimed in, and Rona muttered in reply that she wasn't. Connie and Luigi's low chatter receded in the background as her memory opened its long-damned up floodgates and released a torrent of burning, embarrassing memories. .. the growing intimacy between the two high school girls, the kisses that were at first sisterly, and than suddenly became passionate; the first furtive fondling, and then Connie's bolder embraces and caresses when she had finally touched her genitals! Rona felt a shiver ripple through as she remembered their experiences subsequent to that, how Connie got bolder and less inhibited until she actually kissed her there, on her secret parts, and Rona felt a flush of shame as she recalled how the illicit kiss had thrilled her beyond belief. Their affair had been brief but passionate, Rona reminisced, and she recalled again how upset she'd felt when Connie had suddenly found a new interest, a new boy at school, and had all but ignored her as she had pranced around on the arm of the new boy, who turned out to be a crack footballer, and very handsome as well.
"My goodness, but you're quiet!" Connie said when Luigi went to get fresh drinks.
"Oh I'm sorry, Connie," Rona apologized, "I was just thinking .. ."
"About old times?" Connie queried.
"Aahh .. . yes, and other things," Rona replied, embarrassed. She was relieved to see Luigi return, afraid that Connie might continue the conversation, as she was anxious not to talk to her old friend about what had happened between them so long ago.
"Look, it seems to me as if your husband isn't going to call you tonight." Connie said, "so why don't we get Luigi to call up a friend of his, and we can make a foursome!"
"W-what do you mean?" Rona stammered, her eyes widening.
"No sense in letting you sit here all by yourself, especially when I'm monopolizing Luigi. And Piero is a real doll, isn't he Luigi?"
Rona stared at her friend in amazement. Was her old girl friend serious about getting another ma?ifor her?
"Well, what about it, Rona? Are you game for a little fun?"
"N-no, I'm all right. . . ." Rona stammered, not knowing what to say. "Don't let me keep you, though, if you two want to go anywhere else. I'll be fine here by myself!" Connie actually wanted her to spend the rest of the evening with another man!
Fortunately, Connie didn't seem inclined to press her suggestion, and the rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough, with Rona beginning to feel more relaxed, but inwardly worried about there being no call from Bud.
Rona suppressed a sigh as she started to mix a round of martinis. She was exasperated at Connie's insistence on accompanying her home, and felt powerless to object when Connie had suggested that she and Luigi come in for a few minutes. Now she felt she had to fix them a drink. She was tired, and very worried. Bud had not called at all, and the tavern had closed. What could be wrong? She wished that her flighty, red-headed friend and her boyfriend would go home, and leave her in peace. They had ignored her protestations about how big a mess everything was in, and had promptly made themselves comfortable on the living room sofa. Well, after one drink, I'll just tell them that I have a headache and that they have to leave. . . .
She stopped short on the threshold to the living room, the tray in her hand. Her eyes were fastened on Connie and her tall boyfriend, who were clasped together in a tight, passionate embrace. Connie's head was thrown back and her mouth was half-open as Luigi's lips were planted on her creamy white neck. Rona hesitated, not knowing what to do. Should I interrupt, pretending I didn't see anything, or wait a minute or two, till they stop . . . kissing?
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn . . ." she heard Connie sigh, and the startled young wife drew in her breath sharply as she caught a glimpse of a soft, naked breast. Connie's blouse was open and Luigi's hand was inside! Rona could see a hint of the hard pink turgidity of the other girl's nipple as it dipped and slipped between the man's long brown fingers. A tremor darted through Rona, making her shiver slightly, and she knew she should withdraw and stop watching the two lovers. Anger was rising again in her with new vehemence. This was her house; why should she be the one to be inconvenienced? But there was nothing she could do, short of going in there and interrupting. Sighing, she turned away, placing the tray on the kitchen table, after first clearing it of the clutter which covered it. Unhappily, she began to sip her solitary martini, her mind flitting back to Bud, and the possible reason for his not calling her. She was halfway through her drink when a new, insistent sound caught her attention. Putting her martini down, she walked silently over to the door, and cautiously peered inside the living room.
"Oh my God!" she gasped to herself, pressing her knuckles against her mouth to suppress further exclamations. Her eyes widened as she stared at the writhing figures on the sofa, and she just refused to acknowledge the truth of what she was witnessing. Connie's gaucho pants were hanging limply around her spraddled knees, revealing a thin black strip of nylon panties, through which Rona could see the rusty wisps of pubic curls. And Luigi's hand was burrowing down beneath the flimsy material!
"Oh Luigi, your hand feels so good there . .." Connie moaned, spreading her ivory thighs even further apart. It's disgusting, letting him touch her there! Rona's mind reeled, as she watched Luigi's hands gently ease down the nylon panties, rolling them over Connie's smooth curvaceous hips, until they were bunched against the rumpled gaucho trousers. Rona could see clearly the moist pink slit of her friend's excitedly moistened pussy, ringed around by fleshy, russet-haired lips. A surge of horror washed over her. It was revolting . . . she should never have let these people in her house!
Luigi's eyes were glued on the enticing pink slit which he had revealed, and his upper lip bared over his white teeth in a grin of lewd satisfaction as he saw Connie eagerly arch her hips and flex the copper-crowned furrow in hungry anticipation. He reached out with his index finger and hurriedly worked it into the warm, wet crevices of the trembling girl's cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh . . ." she sighed happily, a contorted expression of pleasure masking her face.
Rona felt a curious quiver of sensation ripple through her, a spine-tingling reaction to her friend's lustful sigh. She wanted to draw away from the crude spectacle, to remove herself from any contact with the vulgar couple in her living room, but somehow, she couldn't. There was something lewdly hypnotizing about the sight of the man's finger groping eagerly between her girl friend's wide-splayed thighs, and Rona felt as if she had turned to stone, a victim of the vile spell. Her hand, hot and clammy, clutched at the doorjamb, and she was deathly afraid that they would look up and see her spying on them. But I'm not spying, her mind cried, they shouldn't be doing this disgusting thing in my house!
Connie's head was tossing from side to side as Luigi's fingers continued to probe deeper and harder into the melting cavern of her lusting pussy, and Rona could barely make out the blood-hardened tip of her friend's clitoris, jutting out from beneath the glossy copper curls. She could see the inner veins of Connie's thighs, vibrant blue against the milky whiteness, pulsing hotly, and the muscles were standing out like gnarled cords. The whole wet, throbbing pink opening of her pussy was exposed to view-as she desperately tried to entice more and more of Luigi's hand into her hungrily pulsating depths.
Rona continued to watch the near-naked girl, as she squirmed about under her boyfriend's manipulation. Her breasts were quivering from the force of the tremors which convulsed her, the pink buds of her nipples like entrancing rosebuds. She felt a strange stirring within herself, a vague restlessness which made her body churn slightly with the ravenous rhythm of her friend's naked form. She felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable and she felt like tearing off her own clothes which were suddenly too confining. Her head began to swim a little, and she knew that she must have gulped her drink too fast.
She was confused, unable to decide whether to remain where she was, or to return to the kitchen and sit down. Her hands, of their own volition, swept up to her breasts, and she was astonished to discover that the nipples were like hard little berries against her palms, straining against the fabric of her dress. A lurid thrill coursed through her at her own touch, and her breasts felt hot and aching as she cupped them in her hands. There was a curious burning between her legs, an empty gnawing there which was beginning to increase in intensity. The whole room seemed alive with the vibrancy of Connie and her boyfriend's passion, and Rona found herself drawn into the hub of their vehement desire.
"Bud, oh Bud
" she murmured, clamping her thighs together in an effort to block out the unremitting clamor of the tingling there. If Bud was here, he'd know what to do . . .
She missed her husband, and her girl friend's sensual abandon to her boyfriend's caresses awoke a stab of envy in her own body. Her neglected flesh was crying out for attention, every nerve ending was desperate for sensual fulfillment. Involuntarily, her hands dropped down and pressed eagerly against the burning mound, sending searing shoots of pleasure scorching through her. Carried along on the tide of her mounting fever, her hand crept along her thigh, edged up the hem of her dress, made stirring contact with the flimsy covering of her panties. Eagerly, her fingers slipped up inside the tight elastic legband, sneaked up her trembling flesh to tease in the softly resilient curls of her pubic hair...
"Ooohhhhhhhhh ..." she hissed with relief as her fingers burned against the pulsing flesh of her vagina, making searing contact with the moist, warm folds. Her sensitive digits probed tentatively at her secret parts, eliciting electrifying ripples of response from her love-starved body. Her eyes remained welded on the lascivious tableau of the redhead and her boyfriend as she spread her thighs even further apart, exposing completely the oval pink hole of her omnivorously clasping pussy. Rona watched as Luigi's forefinger hesitated for a moment at the petal-shaped opening, and then ground forward and buried itself into the excitedly contracting orifice.
Rona's inner sheath gave asympathetic twinge as Luigi's finger plunged into Connie's slippery passage, and tightened disappointedly on emptiness. Suddenly, Rona could stand it no longer. Her hands tore at her panties, ripping them from her body, baring the lust-maddened plain of her vagina to her eager fingers. With a sigh, her fingertips played with the quivering, trembling flesh, sending rushes of exuberant heat darting through her, until finally, she pressured against the tight little ring of her vaginal orifice, sinking a finger in the warm, moist channel. Instantly, flushes of illicit pleasure washed over her, wringing sigh after sigh from her as her finger began to swirl around in her eager depths, and the smooth cuntal walls closed in ardently on her feverishly working digit.
She was a fermenting mass of raw, open, desire, her sensations pruriently excited by the sight of her friend and Luigi in their lewd sex play. You shouldn't be doing this! her mind warned darkly, but she ignored it. She had to! Her body couldn't be denied any longer, especially with the spectacle of abandoned wantonness only a few feet away, in her own living room. She was like a wildwoman now, her dress bunched up around her hips, her blonde hair cascading around her perspiring face, her fingers fucking needlessly at her burning cunt.
At the back of her mind, she could hear Connie's moan of ecstatic pleasure, and she could almost imagine herself in her friend's place, with Luigi's hot breath steaming over her, his strong sinewy fingers burrowing deep inside her, his brown hands roaming illicitly over her body. She was reaching, standing on tiptoe, her hands stretched out to grasp the golden prize of her release .. . she was straining for it as it tippled just out of reach . . .
"Oh God, Luigi, I'm c u m m i n g, I'm CUUUMMMMIIINNGGGGGG...!!!" Connie's distorted voice, thick with passion, sounded out lasciviously in the nearly empty living room, and for Rona, it was the echo of the shrieks she felt rising in herself, but which she was afraid to release. She was cummihg, too, great sheets of floating pleasure wafting over her, catching her in their billowy softness, and drifting her along with them. Her own fingers were the instruments that gave impetus to the incredible buoyancy which possessed her body, and from the corner of her eye, she could see her friend, Connie, writhing in the throes of indescribable pleasure, thrashing her hips wildly against Luigi's thrusting fingerfucking, and her friend's demonic climactic gyrations were the sounding board for her own febrile twitchings. She was in another world, far, far away from the worries of the house, of Bud, of Connie, of everything but the incredible pleasure she was deriving from her autosatiation of her own body.
Finally, the twitchings and tremblings ceased and Rona was forced to bring herself back to reality, a reality which would insist on her bringing in the drinks as if nothing had happened, as if both herself and Connie had not experienced a tremendous simultaneous release, and which would call upon her to entertain her guests lightly until such time as they cared to leave. With a deep sigh, Rona turned into the kitchen.
Chapter 2
Rona was startled out of a restless sleep next morning by the ringing of the doorbell, a harsh, grating sound. Maybe it's Bud she thought as she wrapped her old cotton bathrobe around her and hurried to the front door.
"Good morning, Rona!"
It was Connie, resplendent in an apple-green sundress, which set off her shining rusty hair and creamy skin to perfection. She was wearing thong sandals which crisscrossed up to the knee, and carried a huge leather satchel. Huge square sunglasses completed her ensemble and Rona felt pathetically drab and colorless beside her well-dressed friend.
"Well, can I come in?" Connie asked briskly and stepped inside without waiting for a reply. "You look terrible, Rona," she went on, "I hope we didn't keep you up too late last night!"
"Of course not," Rona smiled weakly, remem- bering how she had staggered to her room when Connie and Luigi had finally left, in the early hours of the morning.
"You look as if you need some coffee," Connie continued, and bustled right past Rona and headed for the kitchen. Rona was thankful for once to let her headstrong friend take the initiative, and could have cried with gratitude when, minutes later, Connie came into the living room carrying a huge pot of steaming coffee and a plate of hot buttered toast.
Rona felt the tenseness drain from her tired body as she sat back and nibbled on the delicious cinnamon toast, and sipped her coffee. It was wonderful to feel taken care of, like this, even if it was only for a brief while.
Connie chattered on nonstop about her job in a travel agency, and praised the wonderful places she'd visited on vacation.
"And next year, I'm going on one of those safari trips to Africa! Of course, it'll be fun seeing all those wild animals, elephants and such, but the main thing is, I've heard those white hunters are really something else!" Rona laughed, greatly amused by her friend's stories.
"Of course, I'll also have to pick up a little of that ground rhinoceros horn that they use for aphrodisiac over there!" Connie giggled, pouring herself another cup of coffee.
"Is Luigi going to go too?" Rona queried, remembering the startling evidence of their close relationship which she had witnessed last night.
"Luigi? Why should he be coming with me?" Connie laughed.
"Well, I thought. . ." Rona laughed lamely.
"Listen, dear, I'll have enough trouble keeping Don, my husband at home!"
"Nearly three years now!" Connie went on blithely. "Don's a dear, but of course, one gets awfully tired of just one man!"
"But Connie, you shouldn't..." Rona protested, appalled, "it's wrong!"
"Don't be silly, Rona, this is 1971, not the Dark Ages!" Connie chided.
"But it's immoral," Rona gasped, unable to believe what her friend was saying. Did she really hold her marriage vows so lightly?
"Immoral, hell!" Connie exploded, "why is it immoral, for heaven's sake? Don benefits, by having a more responsive, happier wife, and I'm enjoying myself. What's immoral about that?"
Rona was silent. What could she say? She and Connie were poles apart in their views, and nothing she could say would influence Connie, she was sure of that.
"But listen," Connie said, "don't mention to anyone that you saw me with Luigi! Don is pretty broadminded, but there's no sense in waving a red flag before the bull! He thinks I was at my sister Jeanne's house!" she tittered.
A mixture of feelings somersaulted inside Rona. She couldn't help liking Connie, just like she always did, but somehow, she couldn't condone her infidelity, her deceit. What kind of a marriage did they have?
Thankfully, Connie changed the subject around to the new house, and Rona at once lapsed into a discussion of all her problems, how much work there was to be done, how discouraged she felt about the whole project.
"I think I can help you there," Connie said pensively. "The Foster brothers are between jobs right now. They have just finished that huge house beside the Town Hall, completely converted it inside, and in a couple of weeks, they start work on a new bungalow near Coats-ville. Maybe they can help you out!"
"But, they're so professional, and they'll . . ." Rona was thinking of the expense, desperate to keep it down to a minimum.
"Look, let me go check and I'll let you know as soon as I can if they can do it! Okay?"
Rona tried to object, tried to get her friend to explain more about the brothers, but she knew it was no use. Once Connie got an idea in her head, it would take more than her weak will to sidetrack her. With a hasty good-bye, Connie dashed out of the house, and in a minute, Rona heard the car screech off down the driveway.
Rona was busy unpacking some glassware when she heard a car in the driveway again. She had changed into Levi's and an old sweatshirt when Connie left, not expecting to see her for the rest of the day, and she muttered with exasperation when she saw that it was her friend's white Thunderbird in front of the house. / wish she'd let me get on with it, she mumbled, making for the front door. But Connie had already flung it open and was ushering in two men, neither of whom Rona had seen before.
"Rona honey, here are the guys I was telling you about! Eric and Rudi, meet Rona Cardona, a great friend of mine!"
Rona felt herself blushing as she stepped forward and shook hands with the two brothers.
"I've explained to the boys what you want done, and they've agreed to do it for 150 dollars!" Connie chimed in.
"One hundred and fifty dollars!" Rona gasped in amazement, "but there's so much work to be done! You couldn't possibly have told them everything, Connie!"
"Yes, I did! I included everything!" Connie assured her.
"But. . ." Rona was astonished. She had expected the figure to be more on the order of five hundred dollars. There must be a mistake somewhere.
"Well, as Connie probably explained," Rudi, obviously the older and boss of the two men, said, "we're between jobs right now, and weren't really expecting anything to turn up. Besides, it's nice to see such a charming neighbor as yourself move in, and it'll be a pleasure to help you out!" Rona found herself looking into his twinkling, dark eyes. He was tall and tanned, much taller than Eric, who was a little on the stocky side, and Rona felt somehow reassured by his unwavering gaze. She liked the two brothers, liked their confident self-assurance, and felt suddenly that everything would be all right.
"Well, that's settled, then," Connie said, as if she had read Rona's thoughts. "When can you start, boys?"
"How about tomorrow morning, that is, if Mrs. Cardona is agreeable?" Rudi suggested.
"T-That will be great!" Rona enthused, feeling her shyness slip away. The two men got up to leave, and Rona suddenly said: "Oh don't leave just yet! Let's have some lunch first!" She was surprised at her own suggestion, but she felt grateful to the two brothers, and wanted to show them that she appreciated what they were going to do for her.
"That's a great idea, honey!" Connie agreed, "I'll give you a hand!"
Rona felt suddenly light-hearted. She had solved her most pressing problem, and so simply too, with Connie's help, of course! Bud would be pleased, she was sure, especially when he heard the low cost, and knew about the brothers' reputation as contractors. Connie really was a Godsend, she mused, don't knou-what I'd do without her!
"Oh Connie," she breathed suddenly, "thanks so much for suggesting the Fosters! Everything will work out now, I know it will!"
"Glad to be of help, Rona," Connie said shyly, overcome by her friend's sincere gratitude. Rona felt a little ashamed at her own censorship of her friend's extramarital behavior and began to think she was a bit hasty in her judgment. After all, Connie herself had said that she was harming no one, and she really did have a kind heart. Rona recalled how impulsively generous Connie was during their schooldays, and how she was always willing to help anyone out. Even if she tended to be a bit catty at times, she usually made up for it in other ways, and. could be relied on to defend any underdog that was being slandered.
"Lord, sometimes it seems like only last week that we were schoolgirls together, doesn't it?" Connie smiled, shaking her head, as she prepared toast for the sandwiches.
"You know, it really does!" Rona had to agree, "and you haven't changed a bit!"
"Neither have you!" Connie insisted, "you're just as beautiful as you were when you were a teen-ager!"
"Don't be silly," Rona blushed, feeling herself dowdy and frumpy.
"And your beautiful blonde hair, which I've always envied!" Connie sighed. "Still, we did have some wonderful times together, didn't we?"
"Y-Yes, we did," Rona agreed, suddenly feeling a little disturbed. / hope she won't refer to what happened, she thought anxiously.
"Yes, you and I were really close, especially in our junior year!"
Junior year! It was at the beginning of the last semester that Connie had really started to have a hold on her, Rona reminisced, that she had begun to show more than a schoolgirlish interest in her.
"Are you thinking about those days, too?" Connie queried, and Rona dreaded the blush which she knew was crimsoning her face.
"Yes, how young and innocent we were then!" Connie went on, and Rona felt a pang of bitterness burn through her. So much had happened since then, so many things which had changed her from the timid but carefree schoolgirl she was, to the frazzled and listless wife she was now. Nobody could say where the fault lay, really. Things had just happened, and she had drifted along, caught in a web which was not of her own making, but which was spun by her middle class parents, and which steered her from high school into a secretarial course, and from there to a nondescript job, in which she waited until Mr. Wonderful came along and swept her off her feet.
Connie's voice was droning on, with a curious soothing effect to it, talking about their old friends, hinting at their old relationship, trying to get some reaction from Rona. But her own recollections had a strong hold on her too, and she remembered how exciting it was to be in love, to be engaged, to be waiting impatiently for the Big Day. Well, she sighed, it had come and gone, leaving her really no different, but with a husband to look after, who quickly changed from the adoring fiance into a demanding male who had to be satisfied on all counts. Their dreary little apartment added to her misery, and they both lived for the day when they would have a house of their own. And while, before marriage, there was a sort of exciting loneliness in waiting for Bud to come back from sales trips, full of exciting talk and bringing romantic little presents, now it was just boring, endless loneliness.
"And do you remember that girl .. ." Snatches of Connie's vociferous reveries drifted over to Rona as her mind wandered over the rough roads of the past. The last few months before they moved, waiting for the papers for the house to come through, were the worst. And finally, the wonderful day, when they could actually leave that damned apartment forever! She had been a tumult of excitement from early morning, frantically packing, determined to leave before nightfall. She couldn't spend another minute in the apartment! Bud had grudgingly agreed to help, although he insisted they should wait until the weekend, but she was adamant. So he had ferried all their belongings out to the huge moving van, and had helped her pack and wrap things up. Evening came, and they still weren't ready. Bud had demanded something to eat, even acting truculent about it, and complaining bitterly about the helplessness and selfishness of men, had fixed him a sandwich. Soon it was almost midnight, and it became apparent that they couldn't spend the night in their new house.
"But we have to!" she'd wailed, and Bud had told her impatiently that he was going to bed.
Rona shifted uncomfortably as she recalled what happened next-God, was it only three days ago? She had stumbled, disappointed, tired, irritated into bed, and Bud had reached out for her! He wanted to make love!
"Oh for God's sake, not tonight!" she'd moaned, and he getting angry, had brutally settled on top of her, spreading her legs wide with a crude gesture of his knees.
"Please, Bud..." she'd pleaded, but he'd stopped her plea with a hard, hungry kiss which made her lips cringe from the sharp bruising. Then his mouth had wandered down to her breasts, clamping his lips over first one awakening nipple and then the other. At first, she had felt the stirrings of arousal, as she always did, and felt the ache drain away from her tired body. But Bud had spoiled it all, by his impatience, and had thrust forward with his hard, throbbing penis, not waiting for her to reach his plateau of intensity, and had rammed forward, sinking his pulsating member halfway up her tight, barely moistened vagina, making her groan with agony. But he couldn't wait, she thought bitterly, her fists doubling in anger. He had buried the full length of his turgid shaft in her unprepared depths, and had immediately begun to plunge savagely in and out of her in deep, hard strokes. Even then, her body had begun to react to the familiar ritual of fucking, and sparks of pleasure had kindled inside her. She could feel them now, a kind of warmth which was spreading over her body as she thought about that time, a warmth which was soothing and embracing.
But Bud couldn't hold back, and before she was even fully excited, she had felt, with tears of disappointment, the first burning jet of his white foamy liquid shooting up into her ravaged womb. He had reached a climax too soon! He had continued to empty his hot male sperm into her, finally draining himself, and slipping with i contented grunts from her dissatisfied, restless body, leaving her a mass of frustration.
Rona's mind lingered over the memories of the last time she and Bud had made love, and she was content to let it drift, unwilling to shake herself away from the enveloping warmth which was surrounding her like a fleecy cloud. Was it the memory of Bud which was making her feel so good, so relaxed?
She felt sensuous listlessness creep over her, making her feel light-headed, as her consciousness struggled to return to reality. Something was nagging at her brain . . . something about Connie!
CONNIE! Rona turned around abruptly to stare at her girl friend, her mouth open in horror, her eyes glazed in disbelief. OH, GOD, WHAT WAS HAPPENING? Truth dawned on the bewildered girl. Connie's hands were on her breasts, fondling them through her sweatshirt, coaxing her inert nipples into hard little buds of passion!
"Oh no!" Rona gasped, pulling herself away from her friend, her mind reeling in horror, her eyes staring in bug-eyed disgust. That accounted for the warm glow which had encompassed her, which was lulling her quietly into euphoria!
Rona stood trembling in the doorway, staring at Connie, who had not moved. Connie's hands had been caressing her breasts, and her body had reacted to the illicit touch, becoming aroused, liking it!
With a heartfelt groan of fear and consternation, Rona dashed into the living room, willing to face even the two men waiting there, in her determination to escape from the shattering reality of the desire in her own body.
Chapter 3
Rona jumped when she heard the sound of the car in the driveway. She was torn between running out and throwing herself in his arms, confessing everything that had happened, and dashing into the bedroom, and burying herself under the bedclothes. She had hardly slept a wink all night, thoughts of Connie forcing themselves on her consciousness. She tortured herself with questions which she daren't answer. Did she like Connie's hands on her breasts? Hadn't she known something like that might happen if she resumed her friendship with the redhead?
"Christ," Bud complained as he stumbled into the living room, and threw his briefcase down on the sofa, "where did all this crap come from?" He glared around bad-temperedly at the hodgepodge of builders' implements, and angrily pointed outside, to the disorder of heaps of gravel, lumber and cinder blocks. "I nearly broke my neck out there!"
Rona felt anger seething inside her. She was in no mood to listen to Bud's complaints, and his coming home, obviously out of sorts, was the last straw. She had comforted herself all day long with the thought of Bud coming home, feeling that he'd take care of everything. But now she knew she'd get no solace from him. Her day had been long and depressed, and periodically she'd suffered nervous bouts of hysterical crying interspersed with painful stretches of utter melancholia. Her resurrected past in the unwelcome form of her old girl friend disturbed her totally, and she couldn't shake loose the memory of Connie's hands on her breasts, awakening the nipples with their insidious touch. But now, troubled as she was with undefinable apprehension, she knew she couldn't bring herself to confide in Bud. He just wouldn't understand.
"Well," Bud burst in on her thoughts irritably, "what's all this supposed to mean?"
"Oh darling," she began nervously, "the most wonderful luck came my way and I was able to hire two very good men, brothers, in fact, to do the complete job! And can you guess how much they're charging? You'll never believe it!" She tried to inject her voice with enthusiasm,, hoping that it would prove infectious.
"A goddamned fortune, I'll bet! Why the hell didn't you wait until I came back?" i I Rona flinched under his attack. "I couldn't; I had to make a decision then and there!"
"Well, you can make another decision and tell them you've changed your mind!" Bud snarled. He knew he was being unreasonable, but somehow the confusion of the house, plus the fact that they were in a strange environment, added to his depression which had started when a sale he had been counting on in Chicago had fallen through. He knew he shouldn't take it out on Rona, but he couldn't help it.
"But darling, I can't!" Rona protested unhappily, "they've started already!"
"Well, send them packing tomorrow!" Bud snapped.
"But Bud, they really seem to be very good . . ."
"What the hell do you know about building?
For all you know, they could be a pair of phonies! They'll probably have the shirts off our backs! How come you hired them in the first place?"
Rona felt utterly beaten. Bud was right! What did she. know about the two Fosters, other than what Connie told her? And was Connie completely reliable? Tears welled up in Rona's eyes. She couldn't tell Bud how Connie had suggested the Fosters! He'd think she tvas crazy! Everything was suddenly too much for the unhappy, nervous wife and she burst into heartrending sobs.
"Honey, what is it?" Bud asked gently, taking his wife by the hand. "What's wrong, baby?"
Fresh waves of tears cascaded down her face.
"Oh Bud . . ." she began miserably.
"There now, honey," Bud soothed, "why don't you tell me all about it from the beginning?" Bud's relaxing words cheered Rona a little and she felt that the best thing might be to tell her husband everything.
"But why you had to go ahead and hire the builders without consulting me is completely beyond me!"
Rona, just about to confide in her husband, was startled into anger by her husband's complaining words. Why couldn't he leave well enough alone? She was frantic, very near to an emotional breaking point.
"It's all YOUR fault!" she snapped suddenly, her apprehension finding voice in anger. "Why didn't you call me the other day when you said you would? I waited THREE hours in that lousy bar for you to call! If you're so concerned about marital ethics, why the hell didn't you call me when you promised?"
"Please, Rona, I'm sorry, I meant to but. . ." Bud said miserably.
"You left me here all alone in this goddamned dump, not knowing a soul, and you bitch when I have the nerve to find someone to fix it up, instead of waiting around like a ninny waiting for you, Mr. Big Shot, to come home and take care of everything!" Rona's voice was strident, but she didn't care. She derived a malicious satisfaction out of seeing her husband uneasy, and couldn't restrain herself from nagging at him.
Her wild anger stunned Bud. He began to mutter an explanation of his business meetings. But Rona refused to listen, and ranted on about his forgetting to call her. His nerves were completely shot, and wearily, he went to the kitchen, in the middle of her haranguing, and poured himself a Scotch. Rona followed him into the kitchen, still complaining bitterly. The welcome drink numbed his brain, and somehow, with the jumbled disorder of the house, and Rona screaming at him like a fishwife, he could contain himself no longer.
"Shut up!" he snarled suddenly, setting down his glass, as a sudden fury seized him.
Rona abruptly stopped, frightened at the rush of anger she had provoked in her husband. But her guilt and anguish conquered her fear, and she was unable to relinquish the minor victory she had won over him initially.
"Why the hell DIDN'T you call me? Too busy with some slut..."
Bud's hand snaked out and she reeled back from the stinging force of his blow. He had hit her! Cold, icy fingers of fear tightened around her heart. Her first instinct was to apologize, throw herself at his feet and make up, but somehow, she found she could not control the force that was hurling her headlong into uncontrollable anger.
"You animal!" she spat venomously, backing away from him.
Cold, relentless anger gnawed at Bud. The Scotch had immunized him against reason, and left him open to the virulent attacks of pure, sadistic anger. His pride was wounded by the fact that she had acted on her own and secured workmen for the house. This was unlike the timid, unsure wife he had to do everything for in the city. He wasn't sure he liked this new, self-confident Rona.
"I'll teach you . . ." he muttered angrily, advancing towards his shivering wife.
"Stay away from me, you animal!" she cried vehemently.
"Animal, am I?" he retorted, making a lung for her. Unluckily, he barked his shin on the electric sander which was directly in his way, and he swore violently, transferring the cause of the excruciating pain to his hapless wife.
He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and spun her around.
"Now we'll see who wears the pants in this family!" he rasped, as he tore viciously at her nylon housecoat. With one pull, he bared her shoulders and her full ripe breasts were exposed to the air, the pink, jutting nipples shriveling in the unexpected coolness. The sight of the lovely, firm white mounds seemed to incite him even further, and he yanked away the rest of her gown, revealing her smooth, rounded thighs and the golden down of her pubic triangle nestled between the voluptuous curves of her thighs.
His anger was fading somewhat and was replaced with desire-desire awakened by the sight of his wife's beautiful, curvaceous body.
Rona was terrified. She had never been so frightened before in her life. Her whole face was numb from the slap he'd given her. Her husband was raging like a madman and she could feel the tension radiating from him. Her eyes darted anxiously around the room, looking for a way to escape. His teeth were grinding together as he clenched her wrists in a savage grip. Ignoring her shrieking protests, he forced her creamy luscious body forward against the big padded armchair. He twisted her arm back behind her, immobilizing her, making her gasp with the sudden pain which raked her body. His strong fingers clawing at her thick blonde hair, he pushed her face downward into the padded seat of the chair. Her breasts were clamped into the crevice formed by the armrest and the seat, and her soft, vulnerable buttocks waved nakedly and unsteadily behind her.
"Bud, darling. . ." she pleaded softly, "please, let's talk this over ..."
Bud's only answer was to smash her face deeper into the chair, smothering her protests completely. His eyes roamed lewdly over his wife's voluptuous curves, the smooth lines of her thighs, swaying above her trembling knees, the deep furry cleft of her vagina between the butter-smooth globes of her buttocks drawing his gaze like a magnet. Sadistic, angry passion welled up inside him. He wanted to kiss and caress her, tell her he was sorry, but the recollection of her taunts injured his pride anew, and a new savage grunt of rage issued from his lips.
His hand twisted her bruised face to one side, allowing Rona to see him standing behind her. She stared at him, terrified as she took in his salacious lusting gaze over her nude body. She couldn't help being aware, too, of the tremendous bulge which was growing, straining between her husband's legs. She continued to stare at it in lascivious fascination, almost as if she expected the material of Bud's pants to rip away and expose his bulging genitals to her view, and even while she was staring, his hand reached up and pulled down the zipper. The huge thick rod of his swollen penis jumped into view, the [ angry head glistening obscenely, the length of the shaft sinewy and pulsing slowly.
"Did ya miss me, honey?" he mocked, rubbing the rubbery head of the lust-hardened cock against her nude buttock cheek, and down the vertebra column of her backbone.
With surprising alacrity, he freed himself of I his pants and stood behind her, naked from the waist down, his muscular thighs and hairy genitals making a strange contrast to the white business shirt and tie he was still wearing. Rona wanted to close her eyes, shut out the vision of the hardened penis waving in front of her, but somehow, her attention was hypnotically fastened on the lewd instrument and she found herself shivering as she continued to stare at the frightening demonstration of her husband's masculinity.
Bud removed his remaining clothes and stood over her arrogantly, one hand still clutching her hair, pinning her to the chair in the unnatural posture.
Bud's breath came in ragged gasps. He stared at the cringing, lusciously curved body of his naked wife, her smooth pear-shaped ass rising up in lovely isolation from her fearfully quivering legs. The unshaded light fixture cast a brilliant white glare over Rona's exposed flesh and Bud could see every tiny hair in the soft blonde pelt of her pubic triangle that peeped back between the delicate round cheeks of her ass. He bent over towards her, the glistening, purplish head of his extended cock bobbing obscenely out from his testicles. He lowered his face down to the soft, perfectly-shaped spheres of her buttocks, and deliberately reached out with his tongue and began to lick the smooth polished flesh.
Shivers of apprehension rippled through the helpless young woman. She opened her mouth to plead, but her husband's ape like grip tightened on her hips and pressed her face deeper down into the smothering upholstery. She was frightened out of her wits. Was this her own husband doing this to her?
Bud could sense the fear he was inspiring in her. It filled him with a sense of power, and he felt a strange stab of perverted lust as he looked down at the helpless cringing body of his wife. He felt as if he had lost control over his own libido; he was egged on by an animalistic instinct in him which had been unleashed by his wife's taunt and his own anger. His hands tightened on the curves of her buttocks and held her fast. His fingers squeezed the tender moons, and Rona began to sob softly. She wanted to scream, to cry and beg for mercy, but she was afraid to. She feared it would only increase his lewd anger; drive him on to untold bestiality. She knew she would have to submit to his lascivious, angered desires. She had provoked him by screaming at him, and now, enraged as he was, she was afraid to do anything more that would make him lose complete control over himself. She felt she had lost all power over her own body. She was helpless, his to do anything with that he wished ... anything!
Bud's hands dropped to his wife's knees and began to stroke her upper leg, running them teasingly, slowly up her inner thigh, all the way to the soft curling little tufts of her cunt. His hand grazed the curly flaxen pubic mound and he felt his prick give an excited lurch as his hand grazed the tender moistening pussy lips. A shiver of impassioned excitement shot through him as his mind dwelt lasciviously on what he was doing, and the lewd position he had forced his wife into.
"Put your hand back here, honey!" he rasped, and Rona, fearful of enraging him by refusing, reached her small white hand back to him. He guided it down to where his large, distended prick hovered out of the nest of dark pubic curls.
"Now ... stroke my balls!" he ordered preemptorily.
A ripple of horror shuddered through Rona as she understood his command.
"NO! NO! I WON'T!" she gasped defiantly, his lewd words inciting her tearful defiance.
"WAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH...!!!" she shrieked suddenly, as Bud suddenly dug his fingers deep into her soft, defenseless buttocks. Red welts appeared across the gleaming white skin, emphasizing the sharp, searing pain which his clawing had induced.
Terrified, and fearful of bringing more pain on herself, Rona timidly ran her fingers under the soft hairy sac of his balls, diligently, gently stroking them, cupping them carefully in her palm. Revulsion coursed through her at this lewd coercion.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmnnnnnn..." Bud groaned, as his scrotum tingled with lascivious pleasure, stiffening even further, and sending his massive prick shooting into even more pre-ponderous erection.
"Yeah, that's it..." he groaned again, his voice harsh with pleasure.
Slowly, he insinuated his palms between Rona's smooth ass cheeks. When his flattened hands were firmly wedged between her satiny white buttocks, he gradually but firmly pressured them apart. The crinkled skin between her ! ivory globes stretched unmercifully as Bud pulled tighter and his fingers prodded the soft creamy flesh that surrounded the tight puckered lips of her anus.
"Okay now, Honey," he commanded, "spread those legs wider!"
Rona gasped when she heard her husband's order. She feebly attempted to follow his command, but she had lost any ability to control that numbed part of her body. She made a pitifull futile effort to spread her wobbling legs.
Grinning gleefully, Bud teased his middle finger at the tight little asshole, chuckling evilly as Rona jerked from the agonizing contact. One hand kept a steel-trap grip on her soft ass-mounds, thus clamping her naked body helplessly in the obscene bent-over position.
Rona's mind reeled. She was overcome with revulsion and her brain stumbled under the weight of the sickening thoughts which were crushing her. He was depraved, forcing her to submit to this disgusting tampering with the most private reaches of her body. He was like an animal!
Bud stared at the crinkled, brown rectal entrance, oblivious to his wife's thoughts. Rona could feel his hot irregular breathing tickling her pubic hairs as once again his tongue shot out, drawing its moist, undulating length along the sensitive crevice between her widespread buttocks.
"Oooohhhhh!" Rona sucked in her breath, the strange unfamiliar sensation making her buttocks contract against his intruding face. Savagely, Bud bit his sharp teeth into the tender mounds, covering her ass with stinging little welts. Then his tongue darted out again and prodded obscenely at the tiny exposed ring of her rectum, jabbing, prying, trying to stretch and moisten the tight dark sphincter with its tip.
"Oh no, please no. . ." Rona moaned, her beautiful marble-white buttocks twitching, shrinking from the perverted licking of her nakedly exposed anus. This can't be my own husband doing this revolting thing, torturing me like this . . . her mind protested uselessly.
"Yeaaaahhh!" Bud grinned as he stretched the tender cheeks even further apart and laid his thick, hard cock along the full length of the moistened crevice. Then, he squeezed the fleshy mounds together, cradling his swollen thickness between the satin-soft orbs. Drops of moisture oozed from the bulbous tip and mixed with the wetness that his tongue had left, as he pressed and pressured the hardness of his cock with the soft pliant flesh of his helplessly moaning wife's ass-cheeks.
She felt the skin around her asshole being stretched and pulled mercilessly and she could feel the tight anal ring straining against the tug of her widened buttocks, and then she gasped audibly at the sudden dull pain from the lewd probing of his middle finger.
"Stop!" she panted pleadingly, "please don't..."
There was no reply but a stronger, more insistent prodding.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH . . ." she screamed again as he managed to insert the tip of his finger into the tight resistant hole. Rona felt as though a knife were slicing her apart, sending shoots of nerve-jarring pain up her backbone. She had never felt before in her life such intense, concentrated pain. She could feel him move his finger deeper into her tiny tight anus. It hurt agonizingly, and she felt lewd and obscene, exposed to this degrading assault. Her own husband ivas forcing his finger into her naked rectum!
She held her breath indefinitely as he continued to dig at her rectal membrane with his cruel digit, insinuating it slowly farther and farther into the depths of her back passage. She writhed and croaked dryly as he continued his sodomizing insertion, and she tried to pull away from his impaling finger, crucified by the inhuman torture.
Then suddenly, with a wet sucking sound, Bud pulled his finger out of her now slightly widened channel, the pink rubbery inner skin of her anus clinging to it reluctantly as it withdrew. Bud's eyes were glazed with lust and he was staring down on the smooth white body of his prostrate wife with lewd satisfaction. Eagerly, he placed the swollen head of his bulging prick against the tiny opening nestling between her bruised buttocks. He jerked forward a little, and Rona cringed back in disbelief. Realization was dawning with horrible significance on her. Oh, God, he can't be ... he can't be thinking of doing it to me back there! He'll kill me! He'll split me apart! Oh, Lord, make him stop!
Rona was overcome with revulsion, and fear. Now that her husband's intention was diabolically clear, she was possessed by a new dread. He was going to put his huge penis into her rectum! She was filled with shame and loathing. She had never really imagined such a thing happening to anyone, least of all herself! And now, it was going to happen to her, and it was her husband who was doing it! It was ... bestial!
"UUURRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH . .." Rona gurgled sickeningly, her voice hoarse with despair, as a searing, rushing pain racked her whole body. Her bottom felt as though it were on fire, as if someone was hammering a red-hot iron spike up into her rectum. Violent shooting pain spread to every nerve in her body, radiating from the source-her husband's battering devastation. He had forced the bulbous head of his huge cudgel into her tiny bruised asshole!
"Open your ass!" he screeched, amazed and furious at the tightness of her virgin anus. He looked down through lust-slitted eyes at his thick purplish cannon wedged obscenely between the milk-white buttocks of his wife's backside. Furiously, he clutched at her tender cheeks, holding them brutally in position while he marshalled his strength, and then, with a bound, he threw his weight entirely forward, lending his grotesquely thick rod the full momentum of his muscular frame. With an audible "whooosh!" the straining rectal passage gave way to the incredible pressure, and he slid forward more than halfway into her numbed channel.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH ... OH, BUD, PLEASE STOP! . . ." Rona screamed, her buttocks flailing to escape the painful boring of his cock. She jerked and twisted under her husband's steel grip, the pain spurring her to a desperate resistance. Hoarse sobs choked in her raw throat as she jerked futilely to escape the electrifying agony.
Bud grinned, a salacious grin of malice that reflected his lewd pleasure. He was exhilarated by the effect of his terrible subjugation, and he felt no tenderness or mercy for his young wife. He was gone past the stage of any gentle emotion-brutal instinct was the captain now. He drove forward like a man possessed, screwing his massive cock further into her tightly constricted passage, drilling inch by inch mercilessly into the tight hot rectal sheath. He flexed his powerful loins, shoving his granite prick with agonizing deliberate pressure, locking her flesh more firmly on the relentless bolt shooting into her bowels. With a final grunt, he rammed his lust-hardened prick home, sinking it with a flesh-splitting thrust all the way to the hilt in her vainly clenched depths. His pubic hairs pressed tightly and lewdly against the ovally stretched rim of her asshole, and he rotated his hips slowly to make sure that not a millimeter of his huge prick remained outside of its obscene haven.
"Oh, Bud, please stop ... it hurts, oh, God, it hurts!!!" Rona whimpered hoarsely, but Bud only continued to rotate the huge shaft around in tiny little circles inside her, scouring her intimate sanctum and destroying forever the sanctity of her heretofore virginal anal flesh.
Then he began to withdraw his endless instrument along its invading road, wringing increased cries of agony from his demented wife. Her pink inner flesh disputed his passage, dragging along the retreating cock, until tugging resolutely, he pulled the swollen pole completely out. Only the massive crowning head remained inside her tight anal ring, clutched tightly by her contracted flesh.
Once more, he lanced forward into her abused asshole, as with the same labored buffeting, he sank his sodomizing prick in to the very base. Slowly, he turned his dilated prick around in her sheath, stretching her anal membrane intolerably, rummaging inside her bowels, prodding, shoving, punishing every corner of her being.
Then, grunting with sadistic pleasure, Bud began an unhurried fucking movement in and out of his agonized wife, sawing his rock-hard prick back and forth up the long torturous passage of her backside, and slowly out again by the same painfully abusive route. Gradually, each forward thrust became easier for him, as her now hopelessly stretched rectum gave up the struggle and permitted the intruding shaft to pursue its brutal rape. Against her will, Rona's throbbing ass relaxed slightly under the relentless pistoning, and she felt strangely wet between her buttocks, the solid thrust of her husband's cock seeming to lubricate the delicate confines of her back passage. His slithering, snakelike penis was tingling with pleasure, and his balls ached to feel the rush of sperm from them.
He began to slam swiftly into her, hard and fast, and his mouth opened and closed in time to his demonic inthrusts. His breath whirled out of his lungs in long, struggling gasps, and his fingers scratched into her back, as he yanked her backward, skewering her even more on his huge cudgelling pole. His prick seemed to inflate and expand inside her until it was pounding vehemently for release. He slammed forward faster and faster, his body rocking in lewd pounding rhythm, and he began to' mutter obscenities as he felt his climax approaching.
"Fuck back!" he screamed wildly, "hump that hot little ass back!" And then, his body grew taut and a long, hollow moan escaped him. And . . .
"OH, GOD, I'M CUUMMIINNGGG! AAAGGGHHHHHHH ...!!!"
His body stretched unbearably, stiffening along its full length, his spine locking into place as with a final, deep growl, his sperm burst from the cavern of his balls and gushed in wave after wave of heated, lavalike liquid into the forever stretched depths of her behind.
The onrush of sperm was the ultimate degradation for the half insane young wife. She had never felt so soiled, so utterly debased in her life. She didn't think she could ever hold up her head again after what had happened to her tonight. Tears of mortification coursed down her cheeks as the seemingly limitless flow of scalding fluid rushed from her husband's steaming balls and raged on up into her flooded anal sheath and then seethed deeper into her quivering belly. She felt nothing but loathing and contempt for her husband, and cold fury was beginning to form in her dazed brain. Disgusted, she heard him groan and gasp as he emptied the last of his explosive release into her and then with a moan, collapsed heavily over her, his heavy, panting body crushing hers even further into the old armchair. She was too sick even to shrug his weight from her back. She'd have her chance later, to get back at him, to pay him back for what he'd just done to her. He might be sorry later, but she wouldn't forget ... no, not for a long, long time. .. .
"Eric! Rudi! There's some coffee on the stove!" Rona called from the bedroom, when she heard the two Fosters come in the front door. They had been working on the house for nearly a week now, and they were really making headway with the work. Rona was delighted to see the house taking shape under her eyes, and she was deeply grateful to Connie, and the two brothers, for helping her out. The only shadow that marred her happiness was her relationship with Bud. Somehow, she just couldn't erase the memory of his bestial anal assault. She tried to forgive him, as he had begged her to, but the galling recollection of her degradation stayed inexorably with her, and she found herself unable to speak civilly to her husband. He had retreated into a hurt, proud silence, and she had to admit to herself that she was a little relieved when he left yesterday on another selling trip.
Maybe things will be better when he gets back! she thought hopefully, absently running her eye over the clothes in her wardrobe. She suddenly felt dull and lifeless, unable to be enthusiastic about anything. Thinking about Bud really depressed her, and she wished in her heart of hearts, that things were all right between them. Nothing seemed to be important when their relationship was so shaky, and she bitterly regretted her wounded, prideful stance. Perhaps he'll call tonight, and things will be all right! The thought cheered her, and she decided to help herself to a cup of coffee before getting dressed. The day's so hot already, what will it be like at noon? she pondered as she ambled into the kitchen. Rudi and Eric were there, draining their coffee cups, and seeing their surprised, intense stares, she became acutely aware of her short Cotton nightdress, and her naked feet clad only in mules.
Chapter 4
"Good morning," she said, suddenly shy, as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"It's going to be a great day!" Rudi smiled, his eyes wandering over the enticing profile of her full upswept breasts, the faint outline of her nipples visible through the thin, light-colored cotton. The hem of her nightgown fell only an inch or two below her thighs, and her flesh felt seared by the avidity of the brothers' gaze.
The brothers made no effort to leave the kitchen as she sat down at the table and she was glad of their company, engaging them in trivial small talk. She liked the two men, feeling relaxed in their company, and it had really pleased her when they had so readily understood her instructions for the repair work. The fact that her husband seemed to dead set against them, only served to ally her on their side, and she couldn't honestly understand what Bud's complaint was. She had thought he would be pleased that she had acted on her own initiative and saved him worry, and of course, expense. He's just too damn hard to please, she complained silently, rising up from the table.
The Fosters had gone back to their work now, and Rona could hear them hammering and sawing in the next room. Dispiritedly, she looked in the refrigerator. She really didn't feel like eating any breakfast, but felt she should have something. Orange juice will do the trick, she decided, removing the tall pitcher. She poured herself a large tumbler, and then, on second thought, added a little of the vodka that they kept on hand for special occasions.
"Cheers!" she said glumly to no one in particular, as she sipped it, enjoying the tangy mixture. She sat down at the table again, her thoughts gloomy and depressed. She couldn't help comparing the dullness of her life with the excitement of Connie's, and wondered vaguely where the fault lay. Was it hers, for sinking so comfortably into the morass of day to day living? Or was Bud the cause of it all, insisting on her maintaining the role of an old-fashioned housewife? She knew he'd never agree to her taking a job, even a part-time one, and now that they were living out in the countryside, even the possibility of her finding anything was pretty remote. She admitted to herself that it was unfair of her to be chafing at the marital bit so insistently, especially when Bud was working so hard to get them the things they wanted in life, but all the same, she couldn't help feeling that she was missing out on something, some vital part of life that suggested youth, excitement, glamour.
She was surprised to find herself feeling more relaxed than she had for days, when she finished her drink. The light addition of alcohol seemed to have a soothing effect on her, and eagerly she replenished her glass with the same mixture. Mmmm, this really does the trick, she enthused, sipping the cool screwdriver. The hammering and sawing from next door had stopped, and Rona decided to check and see how the work was going. It was almost noon, and pretty soon she would have to start preparing lunch. She had insisted on giving the men lunch each day, and felt it was a small price to pay for the excellent quality of the repairs and the low overall charge.
She was surprised to find that she was a little unsteady on her feet, and had to clutch the back of the chair for a moment to steady herself. Her head felt light, too, but after a moment, it cleared and she made her way over to the living room.
"Hi, how's the work coming along?" she called cheerily, feeling no trace of her former bitterness.
Rudi looked up, a strange glint in his dark, penetrating eyes. Rona was leaning against the doorjamb, one arm resting high above her head, causing the short length of her nightdress to ride even higher, revealing a sleek, white expanse of well-formed thigh. Reluctantly, he turned his excited gaze away from the enticingly bared flesh, and addressed his employer.
"Not too bad. As you can see, we won't be long finishing this!" He was referring to the panelling, which was completed except for a narrow part in the middle of the last wall.
"It looks wonderful!" Rona breathed, thrilled by the pleasing knotty pine effect. "You boys really do a good job!"
"That's not all we're good at!" Eric piped in, his face wreathed in a wide grin. Rudi shot him a dark, warning glance. But Rona just laughed, and came into the room. Exuberant from the relaxing effect of the liquor, and childishly pleased with the progress of her home, she did a half pirouette in the center of the room, her flared nightgown whirling wildly around her slim, silky hips. Eric caught a brief glimpse of her naked thighs, and felt sure he had seen a wisp of her soft golden pubic fleece. His mouth hung open in excitement and he stared at the panting woman in amazement.
Rona was breathing heavily from the exertion and felt suddenly dizzy. Rudi, sensing her predicament, rushed over, and Rona sank back gratefully against the protection of his shoulder. She could feel the crook of his arm hard against her palpitating breast, and wondered if he was aware of it. She wanted to escape from his tight hold on her, but needed the support of his steady frame. Finally, she drew away.
"Goodness, what a fool I made of myself!" she sighed ruefully, looking from one to the other.
"Hell no!" Rudi insisted, "you looked anything but a fool!"
"Why don't you give us a repeat performance?" Eric suggested, his stomach tightening at the memory of the brief glorious glimpse he had had of his employer's naked body.
"I'm afraid I'm no dancer!" Rona laughed. "But I just felt so happy when I saw how lovely the panelling looks."
"We're ready and willing to do anything you want, Rona," Rudi said evenly, "anything at all!"
Rona could only smile. She was touched by what Rudi had said, and felt a sudden surge of affection for the two brothers, and although Eric was about her own age, and Rudi the same age as Bud, she felt very motherly towards them.
She fixed a quick sandwich for herself and them, and they ate together in the living room.
"It must get very lonely for you with your husband away so much," Rudi said inquisitively.
"Yes, it does," Rona admitted, shaking her head. "It seems when I need him most, that's when he's away in Chicago or somewhere, miles away from me. I really wish he had an ordinary nine-to-five office job."
"I bet he's really horny when he gets back," Eric said boldly, "unless he's getting it somewhere else!"
To her own surprise, Eric's impertinent remark did not upset her. She felt relaxed and un-threatened, and the drinks she had imbibed had insulated her against her normal feelings.
"Bud would never be unfaithful to me!" she retorted, "why should he be?"
"Why indeed?" Rudi interjected. "I bet you're more than a match for him!" Rona colored slightly, thinking of the last time when they had made love so disastrously in their old apartment . . . and then the other incident, only you couldn't call that savage attack making love!
"Yup, I'd say you know how to take real good care of him, Rona," Eric rasped, a familiar tone in his voice.
"Well, I've been married for almost four years!" she heard herself saying, and then wished she'd kept silence.
"Four years gives you time for a lot of practice!" Rudi laughed.
"Besides," Eric enjoined, "your husband probably had a lot of experience, and knows how to handle you!"
Rona felt suddenly uneasy, and wished they would change the conversation. Eric, in particular had hit home, and she remembered how upset she'd been when Bud had confessed to several affairs before they got engaged. Somehow, the knowledge that he'd been with other women spoiled the novelty of their honeymoon for her, and she had felt that Bud didn't prize her virginity enough. She was relieved when Eric and Rudi resumed work, and she lay back, half reclining on the sofa, idly watching them. She was aware of an occasional glance from one or the other of them, and yet she couldn't bring herself to move from her comfortable position. She felt pleasantly drowsy from the vodka she had drunk earlier, and even though her nightdress was barely covering her buttocks, and she knew she should go and change, she just couldn't make the effort, and finally stopped resisting the almost overpowering urge to drift off asleep.
Rona was tired, very tired, but she dared not stop working. The hammer she held in her hand was heavy and awkward, and she kept losing the nails out of her carpenter's belt. She had to bend down and pick them up, and each time she did, the crotchband of her tight, working "hot pants" slipped annoyingly into the crevice of her buttocks. Her face was smeared with dust, and the bib front of her working pants was covered in plaster dust. She almost sobbed with relief when someone called out "Lunch", and immediately sank down onto the floor, aching in every joint. She looked around and was amazed to see dozens of other girls, all exact replicas of herself, with blonde hair pushed up under a baseball cap, clad only in a pair of navy short-short dungarees. Another voice rang out "For your pleasure, ladies!" and a tall, male, nude figure burst into the room. And Rona could see that it was Rudi! He began to pirouette around and around, until Rona felt dizzy, and then, suddenly, he stopped.
"Why don't you give us a repeat performance?" she heard herself asking, and Rudi began to swirl madly around again, only this time, his penis swung out as he twirled, and it grew in size as he circled around, growing longer and wider, until it resembled a long, reddish hosepipe.
"You need a little repair work!" she heard herself saying again, and she got up and walked towards Rudi who was now standing still, and suddenly all the copies of herself disappeared and she was left alone with Rudi.
"Are you experienced?" he asked as her fingers tightened around the heavy, thick pole of his penis. The member seemed to pulse and throb intensely under her touch, as she replied coldly.
"I'm sure I can handle you!"
"We do a good job ourselves," Rudi leered suddenly, pulling her close to him, until she could feel his breath on her face and she could feel his red hot prick probing teasingly between her thighs, sending eddies of pleasure rippling through her.
'Eric burst in then, wearing an outfit just like hers, his short hairy legs sticking out of the short pants, his cock a grotesque bulge between his thighs, his baseball cap askew on his dark curls.
"And that's not all we're good at! And that's not all we're good at . . ."he sang, looming closer and closer, until Rona, suddenly afraid, pressed closer and closer to Rudi, feeling her body fuse into his. . . .
"Good .. . good . . ." she mumbled, her head tossing from side to side as she tore herself away from the grotesquerie of her dream, and fought her way back to reality. Her body felt warm and languorous all over, and she was enveloped in a mild sensual torpor. She kept trying to remember where she was, and how she got there. She had the feeling that there were little animals scurrying over her loins, pattering her with their little feet as they scampered helter-skelter over her tingling flesh.
"Mmmm, go away . . ." she murmured, reaching down with her hands to scatter the annoying little pests. A chill ran through her as her hands encountered a strong, hirsute arm, and a spasm of fear shuddered her body.
"W-what's happening?" she said in a tight, frightened whisper, dread encompassing her like a black cloud. Groggily, she tried to struggle to a sitting position, and attempted to focus her sleep-dimmed eyes on the huge shadowy figure crouched between her splayed thighs. All she could see was a dark curly head, and the edge of her nightgown bunched up around her waist, leaving her pelvis stark naked. Panic welled up in her and shook her like an autumn leaf. Who was it and what was going on?
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh ..." she sobbed suddenly as she felt the unbearable searing touch of a warm, wet tongue snaking through the soft hairlined lips of her pussy. Oh God no, it couldn't be . . . her mind screamed inwardly as her body cringed from the incredible lingual assault. Horrified, she raised her head again, and once more saw the specter of the dark head firmly wedged between her widespread thighs. Her disbelieving eyes wandered over the crouching man at the foot of the sofa and as she recognized the familiar form, new paralyzing fear, and trepidation swept over her. It was Rudi Foster, and he was kissing her vagina!
She wanted to cry out, to get up and run from his revolting touches, but she couldn't. Her unbelievable dream and the alcohol had drained her of physical strength, leaving her body in a curious state of pleasant lethargy, and her mind cringed from the thought of the horrible struggle she would have with the muscular workman if she objected. Dear God, what was she to do?
His tongue continued to sweep along the full naked length of her moistening furrow, licking and lapping at the blood-engorged outer lips, dipping into the velvety wetness of her secret inner folds, nibbling at the hair-fringed lips which clung protectively around the tiny, writhing hole of her cunt. His lips pulled and sucked on the warm wet layers of tender skin, drawing in the ambrosia-sweetness of her loosening juices, inhaling the honey like odor of her femininity.
Rudi grovelled ecstatically in the astonished girl's cunt, delirious from the incredible sensations which were aroused in him, intoxicated by the thought that he was finally kissing the beautiful woman who was his temporary employer. He could hardly believe it was finally happening. Connie had warned him it might be touch and go, and when he had met the haughty, withdrawn woman, so fragilely lovely with her ethereal blondeness, he had thought that Connie had made a big mistake and that the gorgeous Mrs. Cardona was utterly inapproachable. And he had been attracted to her from the start, hardly able to refrain from rushing over and raping her each time her lovely body passed by. And now it was happening! And it was just as good as he had anticipated, even better in fact, because he had believed it was out of the question. He redoubled his efforts, forcing his thick red tongue in and out of her narrow vaginal split, sending it exploring into the very bottoms of her mysterious creases and crannies.
Rona felt as if she was in a state of suspended animation. Sl.e couldn't believe the sensations which were starting to gather in her depths, and her mind fought to control them, to quell them completely, while at the same time, her body strove to magnify the pleasurable feelings. And her body won. Ripples of pleasure whirled around in her loins, sending eddies of delight twisting along the surface of her tingling skin, raising sensuous little goose-bumps of unwanted ecstasy.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh . . . yessss .. ." her rebellious lips sighed involuntarily as a great wave of flurried heat washed over her, leaving her in a spine-trembling shiver. She didn't want it to happen this way, but there was no negating it now-she was beginning to enjoy Rudi's oral caressing! She was beginning to like his hot, wet tongue on her naked vagina, where no man had kissed before, not even her husband!
Rudi sensed her acquiescence to the superior power of his body, and felt an exultant thrill shake him. He could scarcely believe that he was illiciting those sighs of pleasure from her, and the thought sent his tongue flitting out in frenzied search for the hard little tip of her dormant clitoris.
". . . nnnnnggghhhhhhh ..." she gasped as she felt his strong teeth nip at the excitedly pulsating little bud and imprison it there, while his tongue made devilish contact with the blood-filled little button, tantalizing it beyond belief, sending unknown shivers of delight scurrying through her writhing body. Rudi continued to suck and tickle the bulbous knob, until it was rock-hard in its turgidity, a throbbing, pulsing entity with a presence of its own. Rona's loins were churning frantically now, grinding down against the sofa, and her inner thighs were taut and stiffened in their effort to grip Rudi's perspiring face even tighter between them and hold him there immobile.
The demented woman was mewling incessantly, her mouth working as moans and sighs escaped her half-parted lips. Her hands reached down and furiously imbedded themselves in Rudi's hair, tugging spasmodically at the short curly strands, pushing his face further and deeper down between her strong thighs. His tongue raced around and around and up and down the soft, lubricant-soaked split, burrowing and probing with dynamic fury, teasing the tender membrane around the star-shaped orifice of her clasping cunt. Suddenly, without warning, it stiffened and rammed forward into the defenseless hole, sinking far up into the smooth, wet cavern.
"AAARRRRHHHHHH! . . ." Rona wailed, surprised by the quick entry of his slippery tongue inside her. Immediately, without her conscious volition, the palpitating cuntal walls closed in vehemently on the sunken organ, and sucked greedily on it, as if they were trying to yank it from his mouth and bury it completely in their unknown depths. Rudi's tongue swirled and rotated with rhythmic precision, dipping deeper each time as it simulated the act of fucking. Rudi could hardly breathe, as the blonde, fuzz-lined flanges of her hungry pussy were rimming his nose and mouth, and his own breath came back in hot, cunt-scented wafts to cloud his flaring nostrils. He could feel the vibrations in her body as they sparked a long arc from her head right down to her throbbing loins, and he sensed that her frenetic movements were getting more intense, and quickening as she strove to bring her body to the edge of unbridled lust. Her blonde pubic curls were wet and matted and a thin rivulet of perspiration trickled down each of her inner thighs, and Rudi knew that it wouldn't be long now. . . .
Rona held her breath as she felt the giant wave of her release come rushing up to her. She was a little afraid, but jubilant too . .. her body was demanding this cataclysmic release that it knew was coming ... it craved it and must be satisfied...
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH ... Oh God, I'm cumming!!!" Her wails rang out savagely as she ground her wildly climaxing pubic mound up against Rudi's exhausted face, trying with all her strength to suck his tongue inexorably inside her.
"Oh Lord, Rudi, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shrieked again and again as her body battered and crashed against the settee, making the cushions sag and the springs creak, and her thighs clamped convulsively against his rhythmically bobbing head. Rona felt as if her body was in flames, and each tongue of fire a delicious dagger of delight which kept on piercing her until she thought she would die of pleasure. Her body leapt and gambolled like a lamb in spring from the pure joy of feeling total release -a release which was denied her for too long -and she felt young and beautiful and buoyant on the sea of peacefulness as the waves of passion finally receded and stranded her on the soft, silky sands of a blissful daze.
Rona's first thought was to escape. Escape from this living room which she felt would forever after be associated in her mind with her dreadful, disgusting submission to Rudi's insane licking. Returning sanity had brought shame and guilt and degradation to the agonized wife, and the thrilling pleasures of her illicit climax were quickly overshadowed by a terrible sense of humiliation. Hoiv could I have let him do it to me, she thought in dejected humiliation, her face a crimson blush. Desperately, she struggled to rise, feebly attempting to pull down her nightdress and assemble the last vestiges of her modesty. She could not look Rudi in the eye. He was still standing over her, a bemused look on his face, and she felt that his stare penetrated her to the core and was dissecting the very essence of her womanhood. A hoarse sob breaking from her parched lips, she stum- bled from the sofa and dashed towards the door, wishing the ground would swallow her.
Tears of anguish choked her as she saw Eric standing in the doorway, his arms folded, his eyes glinting lewdly, Hopelessly, she tried to rush past him. But it was no use. His hand snaked out and grabbed her firmly by the wrist.
"Where are you off to, in such a hurry?" he laughed coarsely, "I thought you'd be all worn out after that wild orgasm you had!"
"P-please, Eric, let me go!" she blubbered, tears coursing down her blazing cheeks.
"Why, didn't you like what Rudi did to you? Didn't you like him licking your pussy? Your girl friend, Connie, said you would after a warming up!"
Oh, God, she blubbered, was Connie in on this too! Had she promised them this!
His lewd words and her thoughts of her girl friend betraying her sent fresh rushes of shame darting through her as she struggled weakly to break away from him. But he was stronger, and she found herself being led back to the sofa. A feeling of utter hopelessness pervaded her. It was no use! She was in their power, put there by Connie's recommending these two and her wanton compliance with Rudi's obscene act.
"Now let's have a look at those hot tits and ass you've been flaunting around before us!" Eric leered, and grasping the edges of her flimsy nightgown, began to raise it up from her hips, revealing the full splendor of her cornsilk colored pubic triangle pointing down between the sculptured ivory whiteness of her thighs.
"Man, look at that cute little pussy!" Eric whistled enthusiastically.
"Yeah," his brother added, "it sure is a sweet honeypot, and no mistake!"
Eric continued to draw up her nightdress, and Rona suddenly clamped her elbows down by her sides, determined to resist the brothers' degrading intention.
"Hey! Look at that!" Eric cried excitedly. "The little lady's getting all wrought up!"
Rudi suddenly stepped forward, and before Rona could guess what he was doing, his hands had slipped in under her garment and had wormed their way up to the throbbing orbs of her breasts. She flinched from the touch of his cement-calloused hands on her soft spheres, and was humiliated beyond belief to feel the tiny buds of her nipples stretch into turgidity under his tentative caresses. Her breasts seemed possessed of a will of their own as they strained against his stroking palms and a shudder of delectation shot through her. Her body relaxed for an instant as she gave up the struggle to resist, and Eric was able to slip the recalcitrant nightgown over her head, leaving her stripped completely nude before the two brothers obscenely glowing eyes.
"Wow! Get a load of those tits!" Eric exclaimed like a schoolboy, his eyes fastened on the blush-pinkness of the enticing little nipples against the creamy velvet of the alabaster breasts.
The excited younger brother edged closer, his eyes bulging from his lust-contorted face, and Rona shrank from the heat of his panting breath.
"You've had your turn at the hot little bitch, Rudi," he complained, "let me have a go now!"
"I'm not stopping you," Rudi answered, his eyes half-closed as his fingers kneaded spasmodically at the doughy whiteness of her palpitating breasts. "Go ahead and tickle Mrs. Car-dona's hot little cunt . . . it's probably still nice and wet and warm from that nice big cum she just had!"
God, will it never end, this humiliation? What more do they want of me? Rona moaned, her blood racing with fear as she felt Eric's hand groping between her tightly clenched thighs. His fingers were harsh and insistent, and little by little, they insinuated themselves into the fleshy folds of her still-pulsating pussy, busying themselves with pulling and tweaking the tender pliant flesh.
"You're right, Rudi, it's a hot, tight little cunt and no mistake!" Eric hissed delightedly, his fingers like serpents worming their way insidiously into her delicate inner folds.
His fingers played along her tender furrow, trailing delicious paths of tremulous softness on the moistening skin, creeping in and out of her sensitive flesh, grazing agonizingly against the half-dormant head of her clitoris, sending it springing into clamoring life.
"Aaahhhhh . .." she couldn't suppress the involuntary sigh of ecstasy as his finger continued to rub against the burgeoning little organ, sending illicit pleasure streaming through her like quicksilver. She couldn't help it . . . the hands massaging her breasts, kindling forbidden fires there, and the fingers manipulating her vagina, were all too much for her . . . they were conspiring to reduce her to a state of helpless desire . .. and they were succeeding. . . .
"Ooohhhhh . . ." she moaned, her body churning from the double arousal, "ooohh, it feels so good ... it all feels so good ..."
Eric and Rudi looked at each other, lewd triumph plastered on both their faces, as they continued to caress and stroke the passion-filled wife's twitching breasts and hot, writhing cunt, each deft movement of their diligent hands sending new freshets of lewdly rising pleasure swirling around inside her.
Rona's body was a sighing mass of unadulterated desire. Every nerve ending and sense cried out for satiation, and was burning with incredible and excruciating joy, her body taken over by a Pentecost of pleasure emanating by the firelike lashes of their experienced fingers on her quivering flesh.
She felt as if she was floating on a magic carpet, which never seemed to get off the ground, because each time it seemed that Eric's demonic manipulation of her pussy would send her whirling through space to a new planet of complete nirvana, he would draw back and she would be left hovering on the brink, disappointment choking up in her throat.
She couldn't take it any longer. If they were going to do it to her anyway, she had to have release, she just had to!
"Oh God, please ..." she sobbed piteously.
"Please what?" he queried sadistically.
"Please make me cum ... can't take it anymore!" She didn't want to beg him, but she had no choice. She couldn't wait much longer.
His prick was hot and hard against the fabric of his pants, and it gave an excited jerk at her impassioned words. He could feel it straining for release and the ache in his balls had suddenly magnified into a drumming pain. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his fly, and brought out the huge, bulbous head of his throbbing erection. The stamen was thick and pulsating viciously from the force of its pent-up passion, and the large, spongy head seemed particularly potent as it gleamed purplish in the afternoon sunlight.
"I'm going to put my cock in you now, baby . . . I'm going to fuck you in the cunt! Would you like that?" he intoned.
Rona turned and stared at him, her eyes blinking in bewilderment. Slowly, she lowered her gaze, and he heard her draw in her breath as she took in the unbelievable size of his huge rod, held firmly encircled between his fingers.
It looked like some incredible sleeping monster, creeping out of its cave, and looking unsee-ingly around it.
"Oh God, it's so big. . ." she murmured dazedly.
"Yes, and it's all for your hot little belly, honey," Eric rasped. "Would you like me to shove it in your cunt?"
Rona's head was reeling. Eric's lewd words were spinning around in her head, and worst of all, his delicious stroking of her pussy had ceased, leaving her trembling with unsatisfied surges of passion. They had succeeded in rousing her to a fever pitch of passion, and she lost all rationality. Her body was crying out for satisfaction, and wouldn't be denied.
"Yes, yes I would ..." she whispered in abject humiliation, disbelieving her own voice even as she heard it.
"That's a girl," Eric said cheerfully, as he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Rona felt a chill of apprehension as the couch creaked as he settled down again, and she had a sudden wild impulse to dash up and run away .. . leave the two lascivious brothers. But it was too late. Eric's hands were gripping her ankles, and was forcing her long legs apart, revealing the narrow pink strip of her pussy surmounted on all sides by the fleecy gold of her pubic thatch. She heard him suck in his breath rapidly as his eyes feasted on the appetizing sight, and he ran his hands up the length of her smooth inner legs, coming to rest at the crinkly pubic wisps. His forefinger and thumb fastened on each gently swelling flange, and he slowly drew apart the thick protective outer lips, displaying the tiny fluted edges of her mauvish-pink inner labia, ringing the rosebudlike mouth of her pussy.
"What a pussy!" he gasped, unable to tear his eyes away from the enticing sight. He was filled with sudden, longing lust that was a raging furnace inside him, and brutally he pressed his palms against her silky inner thighs and pushed them even more painfully apart. Rudi was still dreamily caressing the cream globes of her translucent breasts as she waited with trepidation for Eric to act.
Suddenly, his voice, harsh with passion, rang out: "Reach down and put it in! Put my cock in your cunt!"
"W-wha. . ." Rona stammered, unable to believe her ears.
"Put it in, Rona, I said," Eric repeated, "grab my prick and shove it in!"
Before she had time to reply, Eric was grasping her hand and steering it down, and then her fingers were touching the heated firebrand of his prick. It felt amazingly strong and alive to her touch, and Eric impatiently circled his fingers around its wide circumference, positioning them in place, until she was grasping it completely. A throb of excitement pulsed through her, shooting up from the fingers which were so' tightly clasped around Eric's strong young cock. She could barely believe that she was grasping this young workman's virile prick, right here in her own home, while his brother lewdly fondled her breasts. The lascivious realization of what she was doing shot home with stunning impact, and doubts cavorted through her brain. What is the matter with me? This is wrong . . . I should stop now before it's too late. ...
Eric's palpitating weapon gave an excited leap in her hand and its sudden, undeniable aliveness kindled the spark of her desire which was lurking very near the surface of emotions. Dear God, it was no use! She had to have it inside her! It didn't really matter ivhose it was, she just HAD to have that lovely big penis searing up inside her burning vagina. . . .
Amazed at her own temerity, she cautiously guided the large, bulging head towards the tender pink flesh of her pulsating pussy, and she jerked back uncontrollably as she felt the first exhilarating touch of his hard rubbery flesh against the sensitively throbbing lips up between her open thighs.
Dreamily, she played the lust-burgeoned knob up and down against the softly trembling periphery of her burning cunt, lubricating it in her liberally flowing juices.
The agonizing contact sent chills of unadulterated longing rushing up Eric's spine, and he ran his hands frantically over her smooth, silky body, fighting his brother for possession of her creamy white breasts, feeling the molded contours of her hips, kneading the pliant fleshiness of her thighs. Suddenly, he could stand it no longer. The titillating feel of her delicious pussy against his passion-demented prick was overpowering, and he lost control completely. He rammed forward with all his might, coarse animal grunts issuing from his lips as he surged on, his hands digging brutally into her resilient thighs, imprisoning her with no hope of escape from his demonic assault.
"WWAAARRRGGHH ...!!!" Rona sobbed pitifully, vainly flailing her pelvis in a useless attempt to dislodge his incredible cudgel from her unsuspecting orifice.
Eric had succeeded in imbedding the mush-roomy head of his leaden prick in her soft interior, and with a gasp of exertion, proceeded to move forward, forcing his thick bulging cock through the cringing tight passage of her quailing cunt.
"Oh stop, it hurts, it hurts ..." she sobbed again, her body derailed from the overwhelming pain which possessed every muscle and sinew of her frame. Relentlessly, Eric plowed forward, and she felt the painful grating of his webbed, uneven prick against the soft membrane of her vaginal sheath, and she felt that the inner flesh must be torn and stretched from his merciless entry.
Finally, with a resounding smack, he hit bottom, the hard slippery butt of his member rubbing cruelly against the tender face of her cervix. His organ was like a giant train, desperately trying to enter the tunnel of her womb, prodding and pushing with painful insistence, until she was sure that the terrible shaft would plunge right through her insides, ripping them apart mercilessly as it thundered on its way.
"Noooooooo ..." she wailed as she felt him flex his blood-laden pole against the sensitive womb mouth, sending ripples of unaccustomed pain skimming over the surface of her trembling skin. At last, mercifully, he began to withdraw, and Rona thought the terrible agony would never stop, as she felt her excruciatingly stretched vaginal walls pull out, painfully clinging to his existing member. Finally, he had withdrawn all but the hard palpitating head, which still remained firmly encircled by the tight unyielding ring of her cuntal mouth.
Then, without preamble, he shot forward again with regathered strength, forcing Rona's pelvis up off the sofa as he rammed into her with savage fury. Fresh wails of misery escaped the hopelessly impaled young wife's lips as she tried to will her body to accept the intruder, and try to relax. Eric began to establish a slow, even rhythm, bludgeoning his way into her to the very hilt, until his pendulous balls were wedged firmly between the upraised mounds of her satin-soft buttocks, and then pulling out, until his elongated shaft was almost entirely withdrawn, before rocketing forward again. He continued to grunt and gasp and his face was perspiring as he fucked into her, and his eyes ran greedily over her heaving, beautifully-formed body, hardly able to credit that he, Eric Foster, was actually screwing into this proud young housewife's beautiful, marble-perfect body.
"Christ . . . you ... feel ... good . . ." he breathed heavily as his long, passion-inflated pole sliced into her with hard, deep strokes, and his fingers clutched like iron claws at her bruised, sore skin.
"That's right, fuck her good!" Rudi exclaimed, his hands kneading spasmodically at her throbbing breasts, his eyes bulging out of his reddened face as he stared glazily at the sight of his younger brother's huge, red cock disappearing greedily into the enticing cavern of their employer's tight young pussy, and emerging triumphantly from his plundered conquest, glistening from her nectarine juices. He felt his own cock grow and become enflamed as his eyes transmitted his arousal to the awakening organ, and it pressed uncomfortably against his thigh, protesting at the confines of his pants. He was lewdly mesmerized by the sight of his kid brother screwing ceaselessly into the spread-eagled young wife, and the thought that he himself was lasciviously caressing her breasts at the same time, added manifold to his pleasure.
Chapter 5
Rona felt her body begin to relax and was thankful for the release from excruciating pain which ensued. Her flesh seemed to finally accept the persistent fucking into it by this near stranger's lust-hardened cock, and she could feel her interior cuntal walls moistening in recognition of his masculine entry. Her mind wandered dully over the realization that she was at the helpless mercy of the two young men-her own fault, for being foolish enough to take those drinks-was it only this morning?-and then that obscene dream, which had turned into a humiliating reality, when she had awoke to find Rudi actually kissing her vagina! Even the memory of her lurid pleasure sent a shiver of forbidden delight rippling over her skin, and she bit her lip, to try and keep it from reverberating through her whole body, which now seemed to be hovering on the brink of an invisible, indefinable pleasure-pain line. Yes, the pain had ceased, and now it was pleasure!
There was no denying it-her body was beginning to respond, churning and writhing slightly in time to Eric's relentless strokes, and the tingle which was at first hardly perceptible was now a raging torrent inside her, creating waves of heat which lewdly consumed her willpower to resist and left her a helpless burned-out mass of humble desire.
"Ooohhh yes, that's it . . . that's the way to do it. . ." she gasped through tightly clenched teeth, all modesty flung to the winds, ag her legs snaked up and wrapped themselves like squirming pythons around Eric's sweating, pumping back, goading him on to greater and stronger and harder strokes of his brutally screwing rod. Her head was flung back ecstatically, and her mouth was half-open, revealing her white, parted teeth, and she was greedily thrusting her palpitating white orbs up into Rudi's frenetically squeezing hands.
"Lord yes, fuck me . . . keep fucking me like this . . . it's so good . . ." she gasped uncontrollably, her breath coming in rasping sobs as she strove to match grind for grind with her impassioned young lover.
All previous reflections of self-loathing and shame fled from her lust-enflamed brain. Only the vague realization remained that she was being fucked half to death by the young workman, AND THAT SHE LOVED IT! Yes, she was enjoying it, wallowing in it, demanding it! She was gone beyond the reach of rational feeling and was a being demented and obsessed by the cravings of her body which were so strong as to block out the thoughts and warnings and reflections which sprung from the fundamentals of her upbringing. She was negating the very tenets on which she had based her life, and had acted upon in all matters of importance, up till now!
Rudi was demented by the sight of the lust-dominated pair and he felt his own passion rising steadily, fed by the lewd tableau being enacted a few scant inches from his eyes. Automatically, his hand reached down and released the burgeoning shaft of his cock, freeing it from the imprisonment of his pants, allowing it to jerk up exuberantly like a freed, wild animal from a cage.
His jubilant prick bobbed around furiously, tangling in Rona's loose blonde strands of hair, grazing her naked cheek, slipping into the crevice of her neck as she ground back against Rudi as Eric continued to assault her body. The blood in his cock was pounding with the force of a waterfall, and Rudi felt desperate, lust egging him on with bestial, unnatural fantasies which swirled around in his head, taunting him with their graphical delineations, making his blood race wildly in his veins. His throat felt arid and his lips suddenly seemed parched and cracked. Like a man in a trance, he shot up from the couch, and in a voice hoarse and ragged with passion, rasped: "Hold on, Eric . . . roll her over and wait for me. . ."
Rona didn't know what was happening when she felt other strong arms around her. Her body seemed to be lifting and turning on the couch and then just as suddenly she was on her knees straddling the naked man beneath her. She couldn't puzzle out what was going on; Eric's prick now fucking up into her from below was such a delicious appropriator of all her thoughts and feelings, and besides, the other arms felt good, soooo good around her. She felt enveloped in a wonderful aura of masculine potency, and she willingly gave herself over to it.
She was aware of the hands roaming over the velvety curves of her now upraised buttocks, and then winced as she felt the soft fleshy cheeks being pried relentlessly apart, and was vaguely aware of-Rudi's indrawn breath as the dark hairless hole of her anus came into view, nestled in secretly between the smooth snowy mounds. But she had no time to think further, because just then, a great blinding sheet of white-hot pleasure washed over and she felt her body stretching and tautening in preparation for the final overwhelming release that it was striving for. She was ready, her every nerve ending siz-zlingly alive, and then . . .
"Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhh .. ." she shrieked, her wonderful miasma of pleasure disintegrated by a crippling stab of pain in her unsuspecting anus.
"Oh, God, what is it. .." she gasped in bewilderment, and then, through the dimness of the new unexpected pain, she realized that the spheres of her ass were being pinioned back, and that there was something lodged in the tight, resisting ring of her rectum. Dear God, what was happening? She felt the intrusion press further, scraping agonizingly against the tender inner membrane, still raw and sore from Bud's brutal entry there not even a week ago. Desperately, she tried to squirm to eject the unwanted invader, but her pitiful attempt only seemed to imbed it even further inside her, and increase the again-building pleasure in her frontal passage. For the first time, she realized that Rudi was kneeling behind her, and she felt a sudden rush of fear, sandwiched as she was between the two lust-ridden, merciless men. Thankfully, just then, the pain in her rectum eased as the intrusion, which Rona instinctively realized was Rudi's finger, exited, leaving her bathed in relief. But it was short-lived, as she felt the harder, more insistent, familiar probing of a blood-inflated prickhead against her tiny defenseless anus.
"No, no, please no!" she pleaded suddenly, stricken with fear, hardly daring to think what was going to happen. Paralyzing dread engulfed her, and she felt her body clinging hard against Eric, smashing her full ripe breasts down into his chest as if seeking his protection.
Rudi gazed blindly at the crinkled brown ring as it cringed almost fearfully up between the white orbs of her buttocks, and a sudden rush of lust made him ram forward, there and then, driven on to a mindless passion by the sight of his brother's cock driving into her tight little pussy lips below and the woman's mixture of fear and excitement.
"Please noooooo ..." she begged as she felt the impinging contact against the tiny puckered mouth. She held her breath, praying silently for a reprieve from what she was sure was coming. But it was no use.
With lust-driven strength, Rudi, maddened with passion, thundered forward, his hands holding her buttocks in place, yielding his battering ram like a club.
"OOOWWWWWGGGGGHHHHHHHH . . ." she screamed mindlessly, pain cascading through her like a jet plane. The hard, granitelike head had forced itself through her cowering anal orifice and was tightly, immovably imbedded in her now widestretched back passage. Pain dizzied the passion-dazed young housewife, seeping into every nook and cranny of her body, sending her fleeing into an incredible hell of pain, where tiny devils of torment prodded and poked her with their agony-laden tridents. She was sure she'd never feel right again.
Incredibly, Rudi began to inch forward, forcing, absolutely forcing his grotesquely-expanded prick to advance through the tight, rubbery passage, wringing sob after moan of unadulterated shame from the hopelessly skewered young woman. His sadistic journey seemed endless to Rona, who lay immobilized under his brutal impalement, everything forgotten but the unbelievable savagery of his assault. Finally, amazingly, he had succeeded in sinking every blood-crammed millimeter of his sodomizing prick into her vainly resisting rectal depths!
"Stop, Rudi . . . please stop!" she croaked pit-eously, unable to protest further as she felt him withdraw, stretching the sensitive skin inside even further as he exited cruelly. She wanted the relief of hot tears to express her profound degradation, but none could come. She was dry, bereft of even the solace of sobbing. She had lost all identity; she was nothing but a limp rag doll to be buffeted helplessly between the two bestial brothers, who had nothing on their minds but the achievement of their sadistic, lustful desires. She was alone, helpless, a victim of her own uncontrollable passion! There was nothing she could do, but submit to their brutal dual skewering, submit, because that was what she deserved for acting so shamelessly this morning, flaunting around in front of them in her nightdress!
She experienced some relief when her rectum, already widened from her husband, Bud's, earlier enforced entry, finally began to ease, and she became aware of Rudi's easier skewering in and out of her, his passion-bloated prick slipping with practised rhythm up and down her moistening channel. As if on cue, the two brothers began to enter her with precision synchronism, their two equally long, wide pricks jarring her insides simultaneously, and then withdrawing together on the outstroke. She could feel them rub lasciviously against each other through the thin dividing tissue between the twin passages, creating a new, eerie friction of their own. Her body took a minute to adjust to this novel sensation of being screwed rhythmically in both her front and back holes at the same time, and then, a long, low moan of undisguised pleasure rushed from Rona's lips as her body acknowledged the perverse excitement which the double fucking was engendering inside her. It was unbelievable, but it was nevertheless true!
She was masochistically beginning to enjoy the crude, paganic dual screwing she was receiving from the two lascivious brothers, and gritting her teeth tightly together, she lewdly arched her back and pushed her buttocks back to encourage Rudi behind to plunge deeper into her asshole, and then jerked forward, to open her loins to receive Eric's tireless cock deep up inside her battered vagina.
Another masochistic surge of joy burst inside her, catching her body in a trembling spasm of pure, total delight. Oh God, it was incredible, this feeling of being fucked by two men at once! The unequalled pleasure of being sandwiched between them while they sadistically had their way with her . . . there was nothing on earth like it! She wanted it to go on forever. . . !
"Oooooohhhhh ..." she sighed. "Fuck me harder, hurt me back there ..." she pleaded, her body a raging inferno of lust burning like a brushfire out of control.
The two men were galvanized into stronger, more forceful action by her lewd cries. They exulted in the total conquest of her body, the complete subjugation they had exercised over the once proud little housewife. They battered her between them with new fury, deriving even greater sadistic pleasure out of her wild masochistic cries, as she fought like a she-devil to reach the bobbing ball of her climax.
At long last, she was there! She was cum-ming!
"Oh my God!" she sobbed, her body trembling and jerking like a puppet on a badly-managed string.
"Oooooohhhh, harder . . . harder. . . ." Her gasps grew more faint, and then: "I'M ... I'M ... CCUUUMMMM . . .
AAAAAHHHHHH. . . ! !"
She was like a woman possessed shrieking and twisting and flailing uncontrollably, and her wild, spasmodic jerks sparked off the triggers of the brothers' bottled-up climax. Then, with a series of harsh, primeval grunts and groans, they began to batter her as one, with furious, sledgehammer strokes, as the roaring liquid of their cum fluid gushed up and foamed into her twin anal and cuntal passages, the searing heat of it burning her like flowing lava. They pumped into her like a double jackham-mer, shooting their lewd sperm far up inside her, where it commingled in an entwining pool of hotly bubbling liquid in her wildly heaving belly.
Her awakened body continued to twitch and quiver, long after the two brothers had slumped exhausted over her body, and the tingling remained in her loins long after the lustful pair had slipped gleefully away and left her, a satiated inert figure, still lewdly spreadeagled on the sofa.
Chapter 6
The morning sun, filtering in through the window, aggravated the headache Rona woke with the following morning. She longed to get out of bed, and draw the curtains, but it seemed as if every bone in her body ached and every muscle was enflamed and she didn't think she could make the short journey over to the window. Her mind still balked at the exercise of stringing together the horrible pieces of the dreadful debacle that had happened yesterday. She sorely wished she could stand innocent in the obscene events, but she couldn't! She was as much to blame as they were, she knew, and the thought added to her self-mortification. Try as she might, she could not rid herself of the scorching memories of her debased submission to their lascivious screwing, her carnal desire for illicit completion, the obscenities she had shrieked at the height of her perverse passion.
Not only had she allowed young Eric, a veritable stranger, to make love to her, but she had also revelled in his older brother's crude anal attack!
Oh God, what is to become of me? she whimpered, hiding her face in her hands. How can I ever face Bud again? Thoughts of her husband sent new fear scurrying insidiously through her. What if he found out? He'd kill her, that was for sure! Tears cascaded down her face as she saw the structure of her marriage crumble and collapse before her very eyes. Bud had been working hard, slaving for her, and she had repaid him by being unfaithful, in a lewd disgusting way, and with two men at once!
Thoughts of escape filtered through her mind. Maybe she could run away, begin a new life somewhere else, spare Bud from the horrible shame which she was sure he must at some time or another discover. She could visualize how hurt, how incredulous, how stung, he'd be when he found out that she'd made a mockery of their marriage vows, scoffed at the conventions that ruled their life together, ignored his feelings and pride completely as she careened headlong on the carnal path to vice. Oh God, what's wrong with me? How can I ever make amends? She had never felt so utterly alone in her whole life. If only there was someone she could turn to, thrust, ask advice from. But there wasn't anyone who'd understand. She'd have to try and knit together the pieces of the life that she had so carelessly unravelled, all by herself! Her miserable thoughts were interrupted by the harsh clanging of the doorbell. Oh no, it's the Fosters!
Her mind screamed wildly, and she felt her heart thudding insanely in her rib cage. can't let them in! I just can't face them again! She had a moment of relief when she remembered that she had locked her door the previous evening, and now she resolved that nothing would induce her to leave her room. Suddenly, a rational realization struck home. The brothers never rang the bell, they just walked right in! It must be someone else! Quivering with apprehension, she cautiously opened the mullioned windows and peered out at the front door. It was Connie!
A sudden feeling of relief swept over the distraught wife. Connie would help her! She'd tell her what to do, how to mend the mess she'd made of her life. Rona was never so glad to see anyone in her life even if Connie had introduced the two brothers into her house.
"Connie! Connie! I'll be down in a minute!" she called, feeling a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She threw on her old cotton robe, and dashed to the front door.
"Oh Connie," she breathed, pulling her friend inside, "I'm so glad to see you!"
"Hey, steady on! You look as if you've been through the mill! What's wrong?"
"Oh I can't wait to tell you! It's just dreadful !" Rona gasped frenziedly.
"Well, let's get a drink before I hear the gruesome details!" Connie laughed, heading over to the kitchen where the liquor was kept. As usual, she looked resplendent in a green-patterned peasant dress. Platform shoes and hoop earrings made her look the complete gypsy, inspite of her flaming red hair.
Rona got two glasses while Connie selected Scotch out of the medly of bottles, and she poured them each half a glass, adding a dash of bitters for good measure.
"Now," she said, as they once more sat in the living room, sipping gratefully on the drinks.
"Oh Connie," Rona exclaimed, taking a large gulp of her drink, "you'll just never believe what I've been through! I don't know how to begin!"
"Begin at the beginning!" Connie teased heartlessly, and Rona couldn't hold back from unburdening herself.
"Bud started it really," Rona explained, "when he came home from that last trip. He was all tired and irritable, and I admit I annoyed him with one thing and another."
"But what did he do?" Connie queried, staring at her friend intently.
"He . . . well, he ..." Rona didn't know how to say it. Finally, she blurted it out, her eyes downcast. "He took me from the back ... in the rectum!"
"Is that all?" Connie laughed.
"Oh Connie, you don't understand. It was so painful and humiliating, and just dreadful!"
"Yes, I guess it must have been" Connie conceded. "Well, go on with the rest!"
The redhead leaned forward eagerly, anxious not to miss a word of the other's girls unbelievable story. Her eyes opened wide as Rona recounted how she had inadvertently teased the two brothers by strutting around in front of them in her nightdress, how she had woken from her vile dream and found Rudi kneeling between her widespread thighs kissing and licking her vagina.
"And then," Rona went on, her voice a trifle unsteady, as she had finished her drink too quickly, "I tried to escape, but Eric was there and he started petting me, and I couldn't break away and the next thing was, he was making love to me, and then, oh God Connie, I can hardly bear to talk about it!"
"W-what happened next?" Connie stammered, her whole being lewdly excited by this perverse recital.
"T-then, then Rudi took me from the back, like Bud did! Can't you see, Connie, they both took me at once! Oh God, it was awful, just awful!" Rona buried her face in her hands, her body quivering with unshed tears.
A strident laugh rang out, and Rona started in surprise. Her mouth hinged open as she looked at her friend, who was laughing heartily, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open.
"Connie, wha ..."
"Yes, that sure sounds like Rudi and Eric alright! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Aren't they something, though?"
"Oh Connie," Rona wailed, "how could you? Haven't you any feelings at all? I thought you could help me!"
"It seems as if Rudi and Eric have helped you enough!" the redhead sniggered, and a flare of anger burst in Rona.
"It's all right for you to laugh, Connie," she began venomously,"you're . ."
She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and her blood ran cold as she stared at the newcomers. It was Rudi and Eric!
"Oh no!" she sobbed, leaping up from the sofa, determined to leave the room and seclude herself in the safety of the bedroom. She couldn't spend another minute with this vile trio.
"Hey, not so fast, honey!" Connie's syrupy voice rang out as her hand snaked around Rona's wrist. "Don't go now, Rona ... it should be fun!"
"Let me go!" Rona pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Hey, don't be scared!" Rudi soothed, "we won't touch you!"
"How about a drink for your visitors, Rona?" Connie suggested, and Rona thought it better to comply. They were all conspiring against her -she had to do as they said!
Tremulously, she mixed Scotches and water for the men, and on second thoughts, filled another for herself and one for Connie. She returned to the living room to find Connie and Rudi joined in heated argument.
"We didn't expect to find you here, Miss Socialist Heroine," he was saying as Rona handed him his drink.
"What do you mean by that crack?" Connie taunted.
"Well, you're all ready to toil for your daily bread in your peasant outfit! All that's missing is the red kerchief!"
Connie laughed scornfully.
"That's all you know! I'm merely following the dictates of fashion; nothing more, nothing less!"
Rona felt an odd relief on hearing this exchange. Perhaps things would be all right after all, and yesterday would fade to an unpleasant memory.
"And you don't even see that the capitalist swine who dream up these little outfits are laughing behind their wads of banknotes at the ideals of the champions of the working class, who have the temerity to envision universal freedom and equality for all workers!"
"What do you mean?" Connie asked, amazed at Rudi's outburst.
"Well, look at all you broads strutting around in your peasant dresses and mock dungarees, and all the rich playboys, who've never done a days work in their life, prancing around in their suede welders' jackets and imitation Maoist shirts, with their so-called "Nehru" collars!"
"All that has nothing to do with me!" Connie laughed jeeringly, and Rona held her breath, knowing that the drink had made Rudi rambunctious, and afraid that he might lose his temper. But thankfully, he only laughed too, and Rona felt swamped with relief.
"But speaking of workers," Rudi continued, "Eric and I are poor working men, so how's about you gals putting on a little show for us, while we just watch for a change!"
Eric sniggered at this, and Connie looked at the older brother questioningly.
"Explain yourself!" she demanded, eyeing him closely. "I don't quite get your meaning!"
"You girls can give us a real treat by loving and kissing each other a little, just something to cheer us up before we begin our long, hard working day!"
Rona stared at Rudi in disbelief. What was he talking about? What diabolical plan did he have in mind?
"Well, I'm game!" Connie announced, standing up and looking defiantly around her. "How about you, Rona?"
"I ... I ... NO! NO!" she shouted, looking wildly at the lasciviously waiting trio.
"Now, now, that won't do!" Rudi laughed, "we just don't take no for an answer, now do we, Eric?"
"Hell no!" Eric laughed, "Rone found that out yesterday!"
Rona stared uncomprehendingly at the two men. She wasn't quite sure what they were suggesting, but whatever it was, it was obvious that they would brook no opposition. Dear God, what was she to do?
She turned around and saw, with growing amazement, that Connie was casually unbuttoning the front of her dress, revealing her full, cream-colored breasts encased in a lacy, flesh-colored bra. She shrugged the lovely dress off her shoulders, and she brushed it down past her hips, until it slid to the floor, and she was standing there in her sandals, wearing only her bra and a thin wisp of panties of the same neutral color. Rona could see the russet gleam of her crisp pubic curls through the lacy fabric and she stared disbelievingly at her near-naked friend.
"Connie, wha ..." Rona gasped, pleading silently with her friend.
"Hurry up and get naked, honey," Connie purred, "I'm getting kinda impatient. It's been a long time ..."
Oh God no, surely Connie wasn't planning on something like a resumption of their former relationship! Was that what Rudi had meant?
"Let's give Rona a helping hand!" Eric sneered, as he reached out for the cowering young wife. Rona tried to protect herself with her arms, but it was useless. Strong arms wrenched at her flimsy robe, tearing it from her body, and then harsh male hands were drawing up her nightdress, and there was nothing she could do as the two men stripped away her last covering and left her to stand there, totally naked. Shame crept in a scarlet blanket over her, and instinctively she clamped her palm down on her trembling vaginal mound, trying to protect it from their lewdly expectant stares.
Connie's eyes were glued to her friend's naked body as she avidly stripped off her bra and panties, and Rona cringed back as the now totally nude redhead advanced towards her.
"Don't be afraid, honey!" Connie whispered, "Connie'll take good care of you!" Her hands were running over Rona's shivering body, making her skin crawl with self-contempt as she stood there, unable to protect herself from the other woman's perverse advances.
Rudi and Eric had seated themselves enthusiastically on two chairs, and were eagerly watching the proceedings.
"Okay, let's have some action now!" Rudi called gleefully, clapping his hands together in the manner of an impressario.
Connie's hands were trying to clasp Rona's tremulous white breasts, and Rona was paralyzed with fear and shame. This couldn't be happening to her! How could she stand there, allowing Connie to caress her in front of the lewd brothers?
She began to whimper, unable to control her fright, and Connie's hands tightened on her silky orbs.
"Quit whining!" Rudi lashed out. "Stroke and caress those hot round titties of Connie's!"
She couldn't! She just couldn't put her hands on the other woman's breasts! She waited, feeling her nipples betray her by sleepily arousing from their dormancy and jutting tentatively into the other girl's eager palms. Connie's fingers were like feathers on her satin-smooth flesh, and Rona had to admit that there was something soothing about her friend's touch, something that was almost relaxing.
"Do what I told you!" Rudi snarled again, "put your hands on Connie's tits ... or I'll make you do it!"
Rona blanched. Whatever happened, she couldn't stand having Rudi come near her naked body again. There was nothing for it but to obey, because she could see him half-rising out of the sofa and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to carry out his threat.
Tremulously, she reached out and gently touched Connie's bobbing full breast with her fingertips, sensing the other girl's quiver of excitement as she did so. She became bolder, and rubbed her sensitive fingers around the little knob of Connie's hardened nipple, feeling it spring into even more urgent life under her touch.
"That's better! You're learning!" Rudi snapped, boggle-eyed from watching the incredible scene.
It really wasn't too bad, she thought dreamily, feeling soft feminine hands on her breasts, and feeling warm, resilient female flesh under her own caressing hands.
She jerked back suddenly as she felt Connie's slender forefinger sliding down over the flat expanse of her stomach and burrowing into the tangled curls of her blondely shining pubic thatch. Instinctively, she clamped her thighs together, but it was no use. Connie's insistent digit probed relentlessly and forced its way into the warm soft folds of her pussy.
"No! No!" she whined, unable to stand the agonizing touch of Connie's finger in her genitals. But the redhead's hand was grasping her shoulder, holding her immobile in place as her other hand grew more practiced and sunk deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting vaginal creases. Rona felt that she couldn't take it any more. It was just like when they were in their junior year. Connie was the dominant one, just like she used to be, and she was forcing Rona to comply to her will. Nothing had changed! She was still in the other girl's power! She felt an illicit tingle start somewhere in the depths of her loins, kindled by Connie's persistent manipulation of her vagina. She had to bite her lip to control the moan of growing pleasure which threatened to burst out, and she desperately tried to will her body into insensitivity. But mutiny had caught hold and she was afraid that she'd be swept along on the tide of her desire, just like she had been with Rudi and Eric.
"Tickle Connie's cunt, you high brow little bitch!" Eric suddenly spat, his voice vicious with suppressed excitement. Rona felt a quiver of fear spasm through her as she heard his coarse, cruel command, and her hand disjointedly jerked down towards the redhead's luscious pussy, and automatically probed inside the pink, wet folds. She was like a robot, terrorized into mechanism by Eric's rough voice, and she felt mild, detached surprise as her fingers made initial contact with Connie's hot, pulsing cunt. Dreamily, she probed among the moistly secreting flesh, feeling ripples of pleasure rush through the other girl, and sensing the increased urgency of the hands on her own throbbing pussy, which were engendering her weak-willed flesh with debilitating pleasure. Oh God, she was depraved, lost to all sense of decency, but she didn't care! Her body controlled her, ruled her emotions, and she had no option but to submit to its lascivious dictates.
"Suck each other's tits!" Rudi suddenly commandeered, breaking Rona's gentle reverie, and she gasped aloud as she felt Connie's eager lips encircle one of her budding brown nipples, while she continued to stroke and caress her palpitating pussy. Shivers of perverse pleasure soared through her as she experienced the other girl's warm wet breath on her burgeoning little bud, felt her teeth skim across the crinkled surface of her areola, felt her tongue play with the turgid little tip. Hypnotized by the course of events, and cowed by Rudi's rough voice, she obediently bent her head and gingerly brushed her lips over Connie's upsurging breast.
She felt the pulsing hardness of the other girl's nipple against her lips and then she opened her mouth and enclosed it inside, nibbling gently on the erotic little button with her teeth and laving it softly with her warm saliva. She was surprised at her own actions, feeling almost detached from what her mouth and hands were doing, while at the same time feeling measured stabs of pleasure jabbing at her flesh. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but the truth was undeniable. Far from being repulsed by Connie's hand and mouth on her body, and by her own similar wanton actions, she ivas enjoying it.'Depraved, licentious, wanton, yes! But nevertheless, she liked what was happening. Was she so far along the road to iniquity that she revelled in such lewd behavior, her mind wondered, and she was afraid to answer. The chain of the incredible events which had swept her up in their mainstream tumbled through her brain, and instead of horrifying her, only seemed to add to her lurid pleasure.
"All right now, girls!" Rudi's crazed voice rang out. "It's time for the real works! Kiss each other's pussies!"
"And make it good!" Eric chimed in.
Oh God, this was the end! It was too much to ask! Hadn't they humiliated her enough? What more did they want of her?
Rona just stood there, a look of disbelieving horror on her face. Connie was looking at her quizzically, almost as if she expected her to make the first move!
"Enough of this waiting around!" Rudi snapped, suddenly spring over towards the two girls. He planted his hand roughly on Rona's shoulder, and she caught completely off balance, found herself falling, landing in a disordered heap on the softness of the rug.
"Go to work, Connie!" Rudi ordered, and Connie, her eyes fastened on the visible split of Rona's splayed crotch, fell to her knees eagerly.
Rona felt her legs being stretched wide apart, felt the cool rush of air on the trembling slit between her thighs, felt Connie's fingers pull apart the moist, protective flanges of her quivering eunt. Rona was devoid of all natural feeling, experiencing nothing now but a desire to have it all over with-this act that was the crowning thorns in her complete debasement. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this? she wondered miserably as tears swam in her eyes, and she flinched back from the first touch of Connie's warm tongue on her smoothly sensitive vaginal opening.
"Uuuugggnnnnnnnnn.. ."she moaned ,trying to break away, while knowing at the same time, that it was futile. She was a prisoner of the Fosters' and Connie's, and her own incredible lust! If she had not submitted to their bestial attentions yesterday, this would not have happened today! The thought haunted her as she lay supine, her thighs widespread, her naked loins visible to all. Connie's tongue swiped up and down the full length of her furrow dipping and drawing out the honey-sweet juices, teasing the erect bud of her clitoris, jabbing lewdly at the petal-shaped hole of her cuntal orifice. Her willing pussy, still tingling from Connie's fingering, responded eagerly to the tongue-lashing and she felt shivers of ecstatic joy rush up from the erogenous area and shoot out into every vein and pore, filling her with a rising sense of pleasurable arousal. Her accelerating pleasure took her by surprise, and in spite of her shame, made her churn her hips up against her girl friend's face, and tiny mewls of delight escaped her dry lips.
"Rona! Do your part now!" Eric ordered, and Rona, past all shame, beyond all mortification and well on her way into the realms of hedonistic delight, obediently shifted her body, swinging it around, careful not to dislodge Connie's delicious tongue from her hotly pounding pussy, until her face was level with the shining copper fleece of the redhead's cunt.
Connie immediately spread her creamy, slender thighs, revealing an enticing gleam of pink, and Rona edged closer, inhaling the redolent female scent of her vagina. She could see the turgid head of her clitoris as it nestled between the reddish hairs, saw the small star-shaped hole contracting rapidly, and without waiting, shot out with her tongue, and swept it along the full length of her girl friend's nakedly throbbing cunt.
She felt Connie sigh blissfully into her own tingling genitals, and felt the other girl's body reverberate with ecstatic pleasure as she continued to lick and suck at her tender pink flesh. It tasted and smelt and felt so incredibly good, that Rona could hardly believe it. Indistinct memories came wafting back to her ... similar occasions when she had wallowed in her friend's perfume scented pussy, and experienced blissful happiness as Connie did it to her ... it was the same now again. Even the thought that the two men were watching their naked display and were crudely excited by their lascivious witnessing of the perverse sixty-nine, did nothing to alleviate the waves of pleasure which were washing over as she gave her body up completely to the masters of ecstasy who were demanding complete control.
She licked and sucked and grovelled in her friend's bronze-crowned pussy, feeling the soft fleshy flanges rim her nose and mouth, feeling the warm palpitations of her interior vaginal walls rhythmically pump up against her perspiring face, feeling her friend's thighs close in like a vise on her cheeks, imprisoning her there at the mouth to her carnally excited body.
"That's it! Go to it, girls!" Eric cried lewdly, and his hoarse cry seemed to incite the two women to more furious lashes of tongue as their bodies welded together, joined face to loins as they tossed around on the floor, legs splayed, hands wrapped around thighs, blonde hair against red pubic fleece, and rusty curls against golden mound. The air resounded with wet, sucking sounds, as both women sucked and kissed and slavered demonically at each other's burning pussies, whipping up incredible flames of green-fire which raged out of control in their bristling bodies.
Finally, as one, they both stiffened like buckram, their bodies taut and stretched, and then they were engulfed by a series of shattering shudders which ricocheted them off each other and made them bounce insanely off the ground. They were both cumming together, their pussies afire from their all-feminine love-making, their heads jerking wildly as they wought to derive the last drop of exciting pleasure from the tingling sensations of feverish tongue on wet, throbbing cunt. Their climactic moans were lost, drowned in the deep cavern of their womanhood as they sighed and moaned out the last of their simultaneous release, and were finally still, slumped against each other, arms clasped around their wet, slippery bodies, breath coming in hard, ragged pants.
Rona felt engulfed by a tremendous sense of well-being, while at the same time, felt a stab of disappointment at the realization that it was over. Her body was becoming attuned to unconventional attention, and was crying out for more.
"Connie ..." she whispered, raising her head a little, "oh Connie, it felt so good ... do it again, please... !!"
Rona stretched blissfully, curling her toes and stretching her hands above her head. A heavenly euphoria clouded her, and for a moment, she had to struggled to remember where she was. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and saw the dingy ceiling of their unpainted living room. Then it all came back to her-how Eric and Rudi had suddenly come in, how Connie had made her stay, and then how they had forced her and Connie. . . . But the thought was not unpleasant. In fact, she felt a quiver of excitement as she remembered how wonderful it felt to have Connie's hands on her body, to experience her mouth on her breasts, her vagina . . . and how good it felt in return to taste Connie with her own mouth! How could something that feels so good, so natural somehow, be wrong? Rona never thought that she would enjoy another woman's favors. She counted their girlish experience as an innocent interlude, in which she really didn't know what was happening. But now, minutes ago, she had repeated the exultation she often felt after her girlish encounters with Connie, and she was a grown, mature woman now!
She heard a rustling to her left. She had completely forgotten about the brothers and Connie still being there! Feeling a trifle foolish, she turned her head to the side, curious to know what they were doing, without revealing the fact that she was awake.
She could see Connie stretched out on the floor, legs widespread, the gleaming pink cleft of her vagina barely perceivable below the rusty crown of her coppery pubic wisps. Her smooth, alabaster breasts were jutting up erectly, and Rona could see the enticing baby-pink of her nipples like rosebuds on snowy mounds. From the corner of her eye, she could see Eric and he was settling himself on his knees between Connie's invitingly splayed legs. What's going to happen? her mind wondered wildly, torn between a perverse thrill of excitement at the prospect of perhaps watching a forbidden sex scene, and a shiver of unknown ap-prehension. She gasped audibly when she caught sight of Eric's fully erect cock, glistening like terra-cotta as it pulsed wildly in anticipation. The huge, bulbous head was heavy and purple, and its massive weight seemed to be weighing the protuberant pole down. It sprung out like a ponderous oak from a thick forest, and Rona quivered visibly as she recalled how it had only yesterday sliced agilely through her own tender vaginal walls.
Eric placed his work-soiled hands on each of Connie's inner thighs, and they looked curiously brown against the milky whiteness of the redhead's soft skin. Slowly, he forced the molded columns apart, and Rona, through the softly curling strands of copperish pubic hair, could see the tender, moistly glistening inner lips of her friend's trembling little pussy, thin and colored blush pink, frilled around the small, contracting hole of her delicate cunt. She heard Eric draw in his breath sharply as he feasted his eyes on the lubricious sight, and Rona saw him run his hard pink tongue around his dry, parched lips. His eyes seemed to be bulging out of his head, and he seemed to be making an effort to control himself. His cock jerked forcefully, as if impatient with the delay, and again Rona felt afraid, remembering the tremendous power of that virile weapon.
Slowly, Eric ran his trembling hands up the redhead's long, curved sides, reaching up eagerly to cup the luscious ivory orbs, crested with their rubescent berries. His fingers closed in eagerly on the hard little knobs, and Rona could see the brown tips slipping out between his slender fingers. Connie moaned a sigh of pleasure, and Rona could see that she was straining to force her tormented breasts up into Eric's caressing hands.
Suddenly, Eric crushed his mouth down on Connie's lips, bruising brutally against her, and immediately Connie's hands reached up and encircled Eric's neck, pulling him even closer to her. Rona watched in amazement, her eyes glued to the passionate pair, and she could just barely glimpse a flash of wet pink tongue as their two organs lashed and fenced and darted around each other, whipping each other up into a frenzy of incredible desire. Connie's kiss was avid and hungry and Eric felt that at any moment she might pull his tongue from his throat and swallow it completely.
Rona was entranced by the nakedly locked bodies of the carpenter and her girl friend, and she couldn't resist raising her head a little, in order to get a better view of them as their bodies fused together, mouths clamped together in a tight, grinding kiss. Rona could see Eric's hard prick palpitating against Connie's thigh and it looked so enormous, so laden with the blood of passion, that Rona wondered how it would feel resting there against her thigh.
Finally, Eric pulled away, and Rona could see that he was breathing hard.
"I want to fuck you now, baby!" he gasped raggedly, and Rona flinched at his lewd statement. Her eyes flew to Connie's face, and she was surprised to see a rapturous mask of desire coating her lovely features. She was looking at Eric through half-lidded eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, her full red lips curved provocatively.
"Yes," she rasped heavily, "fuck me now! Oh Eric, I want you to fuck me now. . . ."
Rona was stunned by Connie's obscene intonation. She was amazed at the wanton display of passion, and couldn't believe that Connie herself had uttered those words. Her conscience prodded her into remembering her own total abandon, and she reflected that it was one thing to flail about in the throes of passion yourself, oblivious to who may be watching, but it was quite another to be watching, coldly, another girl, her best friend, in fact, giving herself up so wantonly to desire. Rona looked around and couldn't see Rudi anywhere. She wondered momentarily where he was and then her attention was drawn back to her friend and Eric.
He held his large, throbbing prick in his hand, while the other one rested on Connie's inner thigh, spreading her loins completely apart. The huge cudgel looked so enormous in comparison with the tiny tight orifice of the redhead's cunt, that Rona wondered how he could manage to insert it without splitting her apart. Eric guided the tremulous weapon towards the tightly quivering hole, and it was obvious that he was noting with glee the disparity in size. He prodded the small aperture eagerly, and Rona saw that Connie cringed back from the sudden heavy pressure.
Suddenly, Rona knew she had to see it all. She had to get a closer look at what was about to happen, and her eyes welded on the posed pair, she scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled over until she was just .a foot away from her friend. She didn't care what they thought-she couldn't miss a second of this!
Eric hesitated for a moment, the large bulging head of his shaft posed at the entrance to Connie's tight cunt, and then, without warning, he shot forward, and his granite-like instrument sliced through the outer ring of her vagina and plowed into her soft warm sheath.
"AAARRRGGGHHHM . . ." Connie shrieked, caught off guard my his sudden brutal entrance.
". . . uuuggghhhnnnnnnn . . ." she moaned as he continued to move forward, sinking more and more of his rod in her willing interior.
"... nnnnngggghhhhhhh .. ." she gasped as he finally hit bottom, his pendulous testicles slapping, with a wet, smacking sound against the upraised crevice of her defensively clenching ass. He had sunk it to the hilt inside her! Rona's eyes were feasted on the sight of the buried pole, not an inch of which was visible. His dark crisp pubic curls meshed with her bronze ones as she held his hotly pounding cock in position. Then slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling it out gently, and Rona noticed that the red, throbbing pole was now glistening with the lubricants from Connie's warmly clasping cunt. He pulled out until all but the huge spongy head was still tightly enclosed, and then he rammed forward again with equal strength, forcing Connie's buttocks up off the floor with the fury of his thrust.
"Ooooohhhhhhh . . ." she sighed as he once again thrust home, the hard rubbery head tickling the resilient tissue of her cervix. As Rona watched, Eric began a slow, in and out fucking motion, establishing a rhythmic pattern, spearing into Connie with long, slow deep thrusts, holding his cockhead deeply there for a moment while flexing it eagerly, and then pulling out with gentle steady sweeps of his expertly working penis. Rona felt her own hips churning in time to his mesmerizing fucking, and she felt a curious emptiness inside her cunt as she remembered how it had felt up inside her there only yesterday. Eric's hands were clutching her hips, holding her in place while he fucked into her, and her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was clinging to him like a monkey, her full white breasts bobbing as her body shook from the vibrations of his member sweeping into her below.
"Oh God, Eric . . ." she crooned, her head thrown back, tossing from side to side, her nostrils flared like a young colt in the wind, her red ripe lips sensuously parted, "your cock feels good in me . .. very, very good. .. ."
Rona felt a shiver of delight ripple through her at the sound of her friend's unabashed praise, and she was surprised at herself, because ordinarily she would have been disgusted and revolted by such crude words. Have I really changed so much? she pondered, as she edged even closer to the wildly fucking pair.
"Christ, Connie," Eric panted, "you . .. really . . . know . . . how ... to fuck!"
Their bodies rippled from the force of their exertion as they bucked against each other in perfect cadence, and Rona was sure that every muscle and cord in their whole frames was standing out tautly. She was so- intent on the incredible sight, that at first she did not notice the hands behind her smoothing over her own enticingly-wavering ass, and when she did, a cold grip of fear convulsed her. Who was it? She was almost afraid to look around, fearful of betraying her presence to the copulating pair on the floor a scant foot away from her. What should she do?
"You've got a really cute ass!" she heard a whispered rasping behind her. It was Rudi! His hands were gently caressing her soft, warm flesh, and his touch was so soft, so light, that Rona lost her fear. It actually felt good, his hands on her back there .. . his fingers were gliding over her thighs, slipping in to stroke her inner leg, grazing against the warm wet lips of her pussy, reaching up to fondle her pendulous breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples, tracing a teasing line down the length of her backbone....
"Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, her body swaying slightly as she basked in Rudi's wonderful caresses. She felt herself lulled into a soothing relaxation, both by the droning, rhythmic action of Connie and Eric as their bodies pounded against each other in perfect unison, and by the dreamy fondling she was receiving from the other brother.
She watched hypnotized as Connie's legs swung up and wrapped themselves around Eric's lower back, and she arched her loins up to receive him even further down into her depths. She was completely frenzied, a wanton, passionate being, completely given up to her own desire.
Rona flinched back suddenly as she felt the unmistakable prodding of Rudi's fully hardened cock against her tender backside. She could feel the hard, hot head probing up between the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks, and she could feel the heat of it as it pulsed eagerly against her skin. She wanted to pull away completely, but Rudi was holding her firmly, while he tried to insinuate his weapon between her clenched together thighs. A lurid thrill ran through her as the hard tip brushed against her delicate pussy flesh, and she couldn't resist pressing back against the delicious hardness of his masculine genitals.
Just then, her attention was diverted back to Connie and Eric, who seemed to be incredibly aroused as they bucked and rocked against each other, their bodies masked in perspiration, their breath uneven and panting.
"Shove . . . your finger ... in my ass!" Connie gasped loudly, and Rona groaned aloud in amazement, unable to believe that she had heard correctly. Rudi took advantage of her lapse of vigilance and managed to insert his excitedly hardened cock between her momentarily relaxed thighs, and sighed ecstatically as he felt his own hardness make exquisite contact with her tremulous softness.
Rona didn't seem to notice his progress as her eyes widened in astonishment as she saw Eric drop his hand down, and with forefinger poised, began to prod and search in the crinkled brown crevice of her bottom. After a moment, he found it, and Rona saw him plunge forward savagely.
"AAAGGGHHH ... !!! Yes, that's it! Hurt me! Hurt me!" Connie screamed wildly, at first pulling back quickly from the vicious skewering, and then after a moment, screwing her anus willingly up on his rotating finger.
"Oh yes, yesss . . ." the redhead sighed, "I like it! I like it!" as she plunged and plummeted wildly under Eric's double impalement, and Rona couldn't believe the wild state of incredible passion that the duo was transported to.
Just then, Rudi, his big, heavy prick positioned at the unsuspecting entrance to her pussy, heaved forward and with a flesh-separating thrust, rammed his blood-bloated cock in her tight little cunt.
"AAGGH! AAGH! AAGH!" Rona gasped suddenly, unable to help herself as she felt the encroaching rod slice through her unsuspecting vaginal sheath.
"Oh God, stop! You'll kill me!" Rona gasped piteously, but was rewarded with a harsh, dry cackle from Rudi and a sudden thrust which shoved his prick all the way up her trembling passage to the very mouth of her womb, where the hard knobby head played tantalizingly with the softly throbbing tip of her cervix. Immediately he began to withdraw, pulling his prick out slowly, revelling in the sight of it appearing between the white pear-shaped loaves of her bottom. Then, without hesitation, he plunged forward again, nearly knocking Rona off balance as he plowed forward, hitting home again with a resounding smack. Without preamble, he began to fuck evenly in and out of her, his hands dropping down to fondle her breasts as he thrust in and out of her with deep, expert strokes.
Rona's usual resistance didn't have time to react, for almost immediately, she began to feel & familiar tingling in her loins, which quickly blazed into a roaring fire of passion, which made her thrust her tight little ass backward against Rudi's oncoming strokes, and she began to rotate her pelvis, delighting in the wonderful abrasion she was creating in her own heated passage as it grated against the ridged underside of Rudi's bludgeoning prick. She loved the feel of his sperm-bloated balls slapping down against her inner thighs, loved the feel of his crisp pubic hairs against her smooth buttocks, loved the feel of his hands on her breasts, loved being fucked from behind, dog-fashion, while she watched her girl friend and the other brother fucking each other like mad! It was true! There was no denying now that far from feeling abhorrence at Rudi's brazen advances, far from feeling disgust at Connie and Eric's animalistic lovemaking, SHE ENJOYED IT ALL!
Even now, coarse shivers of pleasure coursed through her as she returned backward thrust for forward plunge with Rudi, as she continued to stare unblinkingly at her friend and Eric, and she could see that at any moment, they would cum. They couldn't hold on much longer! They were like automatons, screwing and bucking and jerking against each other, ringing the atmosphere with wet, sluicing sounds which should have been obscene but weren't. . . .
And then Connie was moaning crazily, her head thrashing unbelievably as her mouth spewed out wilder and wilder obscenities.
Her hips were pounding up furiously against Eric, and her heels were drumming mercilessly against his back as she spurred him on viciously to increase and increase again the already insane pleasure she was getting from him.
And then he was there, too, harsh guttural male groans of orgasm wringing themselves from his lips as he pumped furiously into her. Excited to fever pitch, Rona edged even closer, until her eyes were but mere inches away from Eric's prick which was jerking spasmodically, and Rona knew that he was at last emptying his load into her girl friend, Connie's, hungrily milking cunt, just as he had ejaculated into her own vagina yesterday.
Finally, the sweat soaked pair were still, except for a slight twitching and quivering, and Rona felt acute disappointment that it was all over, for them. Gone were any reservations she might have harbored about the propriety of watching another couple making love; gone was any reticence she had felt on being there at all! Instead, she was filled with new, thrilling excitement, and all her senses were craving for their respective satiation.
So she fucked back furiously against Rudi, anxious now to feel the pleasure that it was obvious Connie had experienced, and it wasn't long before her own body willingly slimbed to the dizzy pinnacle of excruciating pleasure, and her own mouth was screaming out her own total and absolute release.
"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted frenziedly as she ground her buttocks back on Rudi's insanely pistoning cock, triggering off his near-bursting point shaft, which began to gush scalding frothy liquid into her anxious depths. Mechanically, her inner passage squeezed and milked every drop of the delicious nectar from his jerking cock, and she felt the white semen flow deeply up into her sperm-starved belly. It was incredible; the whole thing was incredible, she thought hazily, as her body finally slipped exhausted to the floor, followed by Rudi, who slumped over her. Her mind drifted off again, satiated doubly by the visual and physical satisfaction she had so willingly received.. . .
Chapter 7
A throaty murmur of excited male voices buzzed through the large, high-ceilinged room. Raucous shouts punctuated the throbbing sensual rhythm of a small band whose insistent suggestive melody droned on subtly, interweaving the sounds of stamping feet and the clink of bottles and glasses, and brooding in the smoky atmosphere was the heated animal intensity of a large crowd of aroused men.
Bud Cardona loosened his shirt collar. Sweat had gathered on his forehead, and he felt slightly groggy from the heavy dinner and the endless mugs of beer he had consumed, but like his fellow conventioneers, his eyes were still sharply focused on the spotlighted platform next to the band. The last act hadn't been so hot, but the next one, the Special, promised to be a real hot one. Just then, a dark, lithe figure slipped onto the stage, and immediately began to sway in time to the slow trancelike cadence of the music. Bud felt a thrill of lust stab through him as the spotlight settled invitingly on the lovely girl, as her brown silky limbs flashed provocatively. Her sequin-spangled gown seemed molded to her body, and it was split open almost to the crotch revealing an enticing expanse of firm, tawny thigh.
Bud edged forward, anxious to feast his eyes to the full on her slinky body. It was obvious that she was an exceptional dancer, but there was something else about her, a suggestion of extraordinary physical presence, a quality that came across magnetically to the noisy crowd in the packed room.
The girl's slow, lazy and seemingly effortless steps contrasted strangely with the loud, uproarious mood of the audience. This was the biggest night of the convention, and the lavish dinner and "entertainment" culminated days of hectic activity. The men's spirits were unleashed and they felt that they could finally relax. Although the convention continued for several days more, the most gruelling part was over, and the men felt that they could, with justification, really relax. And they were all aware, that if last year's annual dinner was any guide, the entertainment tonight would be something they definitely could not write home about!
Bud's friend, a salesman from Akron, Ohio, sat next to him. Although Frank Caprio was a huge man, whose normal manner was very dignified and businesslike, with a few drinks under his belt, his latent sense of humor usually broke through his crust of stuffy respectability. Frank was now leaning back in his chair, one hand tugging at his tie, an expression of gleeful absorption on his face. His eyes stared fixedly at the exotic girl on the stage.
"God, that broad sure exudes sex!" he muttered admiringly.
"She's something special, all right," Bud admitted. He could hardly take his eyes off her himself, but he had slightly more concern for appearances, and he couldn't forget that his behavior here might be noted by some of the sales executives sprinkled through the crowd of men. As much as he wanted to appear mildly indifferent to the show just starting, his interest had already been completely captured by the stunning beauty of the dark-haired girl.
The Master of Ceremonies suddenly appeared on the center platform, trailing a hand microphone. His voice boomed out over the loudspeaker, blending in with the band's seductive accompaniment.
". . . Boys, I don't think many of you have seen Rhonda before, and once seen, you'll never be able to forget her! Rhonda comes to us directly from her native Hungary, where she studied with the Hungarian State Circus Training School. She has performed in most of the European capitals, where her talents were widely applauded ..."
Shouts of laughter drowned out the M.C.'s voice until he had to finally gesticulate for silence and continued in his hushed, confidential voice.
"... although she does not normally reveal the full range of her unusual abilities, Rhonda has consented to give us a very special performance tonight. . . ."
A dozen spotlights converged on the gently undulating figure of the girl, sparkling like a myriad of diamonds, and a unanimous gasp rose up as the crowd of men gaped at the gorgeous woman. Even the M.C. stared at the provocative figure.
". .. and now, Gentlemen, I give you direct from Budapest, the celebrated female contortionist . . . RHONDA L'AMOUR!!"
Bud joined in the riotous applause. Christ, this should be good, he murmured.
"Hey Cardona, what's he mean, contortionist?" Frank was whispering.
"Probably just part of the sales talk," Bud replied, and Frank nodded gravely. Bud had no idea what Rhonda's act was, but he had an instinctive tingle that told him that whatever it was, it would be very, very good . . .
From their seats, which were only a few feet from the front end of the long platform, Bud and Frank were able to get an extremely close view of her performance. As the tall, beautiful shimmering figure turned and twisted to the sensual throbbing music, she slowly maneuvered her position toward the vicinity of the two men. Bud's eyes widened in appreciation as Rhonda swayed closer to him and he could see the flush on her lovely face as she undulated her body forward in a slow, teasing rhythm.
The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under her smooth tan skin, indicating a predatory strength. Her dark, expressive eyes glowed like fire in her silky, chiselled face. There was a hint of Eastern beauty in her proud face, a sharpness in the rose-brown cheeks that gave her a haunting, wild quality. The music surged louder as she reached the end of the platform. With a sweep of her hand, she unclasped her dress and shrugged it loosely from her body, and a loud gasp of excitement surged through the crowd as she bared the luscious beauty of her body, clad only in a lacy froth of bra and panties.
Bud filled another glass and coolly offered one to Frank, whose eyes were glued on the swaying figure. Frank accepted without shifting his gaze, and Bud was just in time to see the beautiful girl drift across the stage, mincing slowly, allowing the effect she knew her near-nakedness was having on the men sink in completely. Then, slowly, she cupped her full, ripe, bra-clad breasts in her palms, and there was a dreamy smile on her face as she did so. She seemed completely self-absorbed as though she was unaware of the existence of hundreds of men who were agog with thrilling excitement at every movement of her fluid supple body.
Bud felt a stab of excitement jar his penis as slowly, casually, the raven-haired girl bent over to pick up her dress, and as she did so, the full, rounded globes of her buttocks were enticingly revealed, barely covered with the tantalizing lace panties. She couldn't have been more than five or six feet from Bud's amazed eyes and he had a completely unobstructed view of the narrow strip of her panties between her smooth strong thighs which tightened slightly as she bent over.
The flimsy garment slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of her position, and Bud watched with bated breath as her hand snaked the shimmering dress suggestively around her legs, the long fingers of her sensual hands wandering over her beautiful smooth calves. She was caressing herself, and the lewd self-possession of her action fascinated Bud, and a prickle of heat burned at his loins. She raised herself up again, the ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly. Her hands were lingering limply over the soft curves of her upper thighs and belly, and it was obvious that she had complete control over her body. Her hands rose once again to the full orbs of her breasts, and she teased the straining nipples with her fingertips, tweaking them through the lacy bra, and then, with a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and began to unfasten the confining garment.
The music slowed to a barely audible whisper and then crashed to a deafening crescendo as she swung away the bra and revealed the statuesque glory of-her free, upthrust breasts.
A murmur of approval sounded in the room, and then died down again as the men gave Rhonda L'amour their full, undivided attention.
She ground her hips in a graceful, teasing circle, the lovely olive of her skin slowing in the warm multi-colored bath of light, as her hands continued to manipulate her surging breasts. Bud could see clearly that the nipples were turgid and erect like little brown berries, and the crinkled areola contracted under the exciting touch of her own fingers. Then she lowered her fingertips to her hips, and gently, with torturous slowness, she began to ease the narrow panties down over her smooth graceful curves, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she did so.
Suddenly, when the flimsy garment was curved at the arch of her hips, revealing the first wisps of her thinly curling pubic down, the music climaxed, and with a quick flash of laughter, she flexed her hips and the thin material stretched, strained and finally split apart so that the lacy fabric slipped uselessly between her thighs, leaving her standing there, stark naked, her brilliant eyes staring at the crowd in calm amusement.
Bud felt himself to be in the grip of some compelling, animal force over which he had no control. Her incredible body held his full attention. He had a wild, crazy notion to reach out and touch the soft silky down of her dark pubic mound and stroke and caress it with his fingers. He felt as if he was the only man in the room, and he knew that everyone else there felt the same, so spellbinding was her hold over them all. She flexed her loins and Bud could just barely see the thin, hair-lined lips of her vagina between her slightly parted thighs.
"God, she's beautiful . . ." he muttered to himself, staring up boggle-eyed at her nakedness. It was all he could do to stop himself from rushing up and falling on his knees in front of her, and pressing her flesh against his.
She moved one hand mesmerizingly up and down the smoothness of her quivering buttocks, stroking and kneading them almost lovingly. She was beginning to bend over backwards, arching her back until Bud thought it would break, and then with a gasp of surprise, the men saw her two hands appear between the thighs. Her backward pose pushed the enticing mound of her pussy forward and they could all see the trembling pink slit, gleaming moistly in the bright light. Her fingers fastened on the soft protective flanges of her cunt and gently drew the tender folds apart, revealing the reddish tip of her rosebud clitoris, crowning the small clasping hole of her pussy. Eagerly, her fingers dipped into the burning flesh, stroking gently.
"Go to it!" a voice shouted hoarsely and there were whistles and squeals of excitement. A glass broke somewhere behind Bud and Frank and the music speeded up into a shrill pagan wail.
Rhonda's dark hair hung back and tossed gently from side to side as her fingers dug further into the wet cavern of her excited vagina. Her head began to weave back behind her shoulders, dipping, swaying, precariously further and further as her fingers prodded deeply into the secret confines of her cunt. Her mouth was half-open, the full sensuous curve of her lips twisting over her brilliant white teeth. Her tongue darted out, licking provocatively around her ripe open mouth.
She exuded raw, natural sex and the men were stirred by a mass outpouring of lust, overwhelmed by the incredible display of sheer abandoned wantonness, such unabashed erotic frenzy.
Her head and shoulders shuddered further backward and down, and the wet, pink slit of her throbbing cunt was exposed like some savage pagan offering. She was bent almost horizontally like a limbo dancer, her torso hovering only inches from the floor of the brightly lit platform. Finally, her fingers pulled away from the clasping folds of her excited pussy and with a long, lingering caress, they slithered back behind her, supporting her lithe body, which had now begun to arch fantastically as her head began to emerge between her knees!
It was incredible! The bobbing mass of raven hair reappeared between her shapely long legs almost as though it were an independent creature. The long legs seemed to end abruptly at her waist and to vanish completely from sight.
From his vantage point Bud had the weird sensation that he was watching two women on the platform, one whose upper body was invisible, and the other who was grotesquely thrusting her head between the legs of the first!
The audience was quiet now. They could scarcely believe the perverse spectacle they were witnessing. This was no ordinary striptease and the men were galvanized into a breathless attention by the impossible transformation unfolding in front of their astonished eyes.
The sleek, contorted body of the girl still undulated to the throbbing background music. There was a thin rivulet of sweat trickling down her inner thighs, and her leg-muscles were standing out like whipcord from her tremendous exertion.
Bud could scarcely suppress a gasp as he watched Rhonda's arms twist amazingly around and reach again for the palpitating pivot of her pussy. She gently spread the swollen flanges of her burning cunt, and began to stroke the narrow pink cleft, and she jerked back from the touch of her own slender digit on her open, unprotected furrow. Stroking the pale inner lips with her long fingers, she brushed lightly against the sensitive button of her clitoris and Bud saw the convulsive shudder which rippled through her from the contact with the tiny erogenous knob. The tip grew under her touch and Bud strained eagerly to see the bright reddish organ throbbing like a miniature phallus. Her blood-engorged outer lips were swelling and blushing a deep red as she prodded her sensitive cuntal hole, and then with an audible groan, she plunged her finger inside the moist, contracting orifice. Immediately, the aperture closed in around the sunken digit and began a rhythmic pulsating motion. Her finger swirled around in her strong, pumping hole and she mewled and whimpered with undisguised lust.
"This ain't an act," Bud heard Frank gasp excitedly, "she really means it!"
Reluctantly, the distorted but still tantalizing woman withdrew her finger from the hungry, eager hole of her contracting cunt.
At last, Rhonda's head appeared fully between the statuesque columns of her straining thighs. Bud had a strange, eerie sensation from watching the pretzellike contortions of her body. It was almost not human, but yet, he was excited and mesmerized by the entire lewd act.
The audience could see that her eyes were half-closed in sultry, passionate abstraction. Her strong thigh muscles were stretched beyond belief and her flat stomach was strained absurdly around the frame of her waist, bent double against the incredible pliability of her backbone. Her head was now poised directly below the warm, wet folds of her vagina. Wide-eyed with disbelief, Bud watched her dreamy smile slowly twist sideways, as she turned her head almost a hundred and eighty degrees. It didn't seem possible, but the girl had actually rotated her head around so that she was now able to face her own vagina! It was unbelievable! The music abruptly stopped. No accompaniment was necessary for the unbelievable scene that was taking place. Slowly, she thrust forth her wet, long tongue and made contact with her own twitching pussy! In front of the astonished, lascivious fascination of the huge convention of salesmen, the girl was actually licking her own cunt!
"Mmmmmmmmmm ..." they heard her sigh as visible ripples of pleasure raced along her flesh and her body writhed in a lewd serpentine coil as she continued to lick at the glistening folds of her desire-ridden pussy, lapping at the sweet nectar of her own cunt juices. The tip of her pink organ, stretching and curving, probed into every nook and cranny, dipping into the creases and crevices of her pussy, swiping the luscious tender flesh, swirling around the burgeoning clitoral button, teasing it beyond endurance.
Bud could see her tongue slip deeper into the rosy flower-shaped opening of her vagina, tickling daintily at the delicate opening, and then stiffening suddenly to ram provocatively straight into the clasping hole!
"Oooohhhhhh . . ." the incredulous audience heard her sigh as her tongue rotated freely inside her own writhing sheath, jerking deeper and harder into the passage in frantic copulatory simulation.
Her grotesquely placed head surged against the moist plain of her pussy, her tongue working frantically, scraping, twirling, lashing inside her steaming depths. Further and further it plunged, flying around in her hungry, squeezing cuntal channel.
Her diligent organ was incredible as it swept in and out of her own vagina, making wet slapping sounds as it scurried around her nectarine folds, the intense pleasure making her smooth buttocks clench and unclench above her trapped head. Her hips began to undulate in time to the probing of her own tongue and the ripples gave way to shudders of pleasure that shook her beautiful sculpted body, and made every man in the audience shift with infectious pleasure as they watched the incredible scene. Her eyes were shut, her body given over completely to the torrential ecstasy of her unique self oral fucking.
Her own maddening tongue was lashing her into a maniacal frenzy and with superhuman strength, she eased her legs apart a further few inches, and thrust her moistened face higher into the throbbing cavern of her own tingling pussy. Her own warm breath poured into her dilated vagina, adding to her pleasure as it returned in hot gusts. Her entire face was buried completely out of sight now, and it was obvious to all that she was lost completely in a daze of pleasure.
Her thighs pressed tighter against her head, and her belly began to rise and fall with quickening momentum. She thrust her tongue deeper and harder into her own scorching depths, her buttocks dancing in rhythm with her own plunging tongue. She seemed to be on the edge of a kind of madness, and all the men leaned forward eagerly in their seats, anxious not to lose a precious moment of what was going on. There was silence except for Rhonda's ragged breathing and the wet sluicing sound of her tongue as it whipped into her own trembling pulsating flesh. Her face twisted and contorted and a deep guttural scream rattled in the depths of her throat. It pierced the mammoth hall like the savage cry of a wild animal, sending chills shooting up the spines of the amazed men.
"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG ...!!!" She was cumming!
Her body, loosened by the intensity of her orgasm, sprang apart like a steel coil and crumpled onto the floor of the stage, writhing and moaning from the extent of the unbelievable climax she had brought herself to by her voracious sucking on her own pussy. Some of the men rose up, some even standing on their chairs, to get a better look at the sprawled twitching woman, before the lights dimmed and the curtain dropped on her quivering body.
"Holy Christ!" Frank murmured, making his voice heard above the frenzied exclamations that buzzed through the hall, "that was really something, a real cunt-ortionist!" he grinned obscenely, his eyes still staring in the direction of the stage.
Bud was reluctant to bring himself back to reality. He had been completely entranced by the perverse proceedings, and his body felt as if it was attacked by lewd pins and needles.
"Listen," Frank was whispering confidentially, "how about us making a little whoopee tonight?"
Bud's mind was racing. After a performance like that, he knew he just couldn't go back and sleep at the hotel.
"I know where we can go to make a real score . . ." Frank was going on excitedly.
"Okay, let's go . . ." Bud whispered, his eyes gleaming with lewd delight, his mind dancing with memories of the incredible Rhonda L'amour.
Chapter 8
Rona tried to avoid looking at herself in the mirror, reading wanton signs of remaining lust in her smooth features. When the brothers and Connie had finally left in the middle of the afternoon, she had scrubbed herself from head to toe in the shower, trying to wash away every trace of sinful passion from her body. She had caught sight of herself in the mirror and has been disgusted and ashamed of the full, sensuous look her face had suddenly taken on. Her lips seemed fuller and more pouty, her eyes seemed to smoulder with unkindled fire, and her body, too, seemed to be provocatively sexy. After her shower, she had taken a nap, a soothing, dreamless sleep, which annoyed her slightly, because she felt that in her state of mind, she shouldn't have been able to sleep at all, let alone such a relaxing snooze. In fact, although her mind was turbulent with doubt and worries, physically she was unperturbed and more relaxed than she had been for days. The only real distressing factor was that Bud hadn't called.
She couldn't imagine why he didn't phone her, and she had even inquired at the tavern, in case he should have called her there, forgetting that their own phone was finally installed. But he hadn't called the bar either. Nagging worries assailed her mind. Was this his way of punishing her for her coldness to him? Or was he just ashamed of the way he had behaved, assaulting her anally? Or worse still, did he really have no feeling left for her at all?
Dejectedly, she slumped down in a chair in front of the television set, and glumly turned it on. One thing was for sure, she determined, that was the last time she'd have anything to do with Connie and her two friends. Even if it meant much more additional expense, she would get someone else to finish the work, and completely sever all ties with the Fosters. As for Connie, she should have known not to get involved with her that time when she met her in the bar, with her boyfriend, while her husband thought she was at her sister's. Looking back over the last few days, she just couldn't believe the lascivious maze in which she had got lost, and from which she found it so difficult to extricate herself.
But she had to! Her whole future, really, depended on resuming her normal life, and really making up with Bud when he came home. Perhaps, when their relationship had resumed its former status, the memory of that disgusting interlude with the brothers and Connie would fade from her mind. Of course, she'd always feel guilty about it, but that would be the price she'd have to pay for her weak will. The television announcer broke in on her stream of thought just then, with something which caught her attention.
". . . and now we switch over to the beautiful city of St. Paul, where one of the biggest conventions of salesmen ever is taking place. Tliis convention is aimed particularly at the electronics field, which is one of biggest businesses there is. Aside from the usual massive exhibitions, numerous speakers from all over the world, leaders in their field, gave talks to the men on every aspect of the business ..."
Rona knew that Bud had gone to Minneapolis on a selling trip and he had mentioned that he'd go over to St. Paul for the convention, so she listened eagerly, anxious to hear everything, so she could tell Bud about it when he came home.
"... a gruelling eight-hour day, chock full of talks, lectures, and tours. None of your long, businessman's lunches for these guys! It's go, go all the time. Many of the men brought their wives, which of course, helped them to adjust to the strain of the long day. Wives were very welcome, most companies these days stressing the importance of a wife's helping hand, understanding and interest in her husband's work, as directly related to his productivity ..."
The announcer's voice droned on, but Rona's thoughts ground to a standstill. Wives were welcome! Anger stabbed at her consciousness. Why didn't he take me? He hadn't even suggested her going, and he should have known how welcome a break would have been. And he was the one who was always emphasizing that she should take more interest in his work. The son-of-a-bitch! Why didn't he want me to come? WHY?
The announcer's cheery voice crackled on briskly.
" . . .of course, it's not all work for the boys. The firms have organized many evening time entertainments, and here's one rather intimate little cabaret that all the men, worn out from their busy day, seem to be enjoying ..."
Rona's eyes widened in incredulity as her gaze was riveted on the screen. IT COULDN'T BE! her mind protested violently, but there was no denying it. The camera was focusing on Bud sitting there in the audience. She knew without doubt that it was him; she could even see that he was wearing that Paisley tie that she insisted was too old-fashioned now, and he was with a girl! The camera moved on to the rest of the audience, but the shot of her husband was etched indelibly on her numbed brain.
Bud was there, in St. Paul, with a girl! Rona shuddered at the glimpse she'd had of her husband's companion -dark hair piled high on her head, heavy-ringed eyes, long false eyelashes, and her dress was cut so low in front that Rona could swear that her nipples were visible. Bud's arm was curved caressingly around her shoulder and she was laughing, her face very close to Bud's, and Rona was sure that the girl's hand was resting on her husband's thigh.
"And now let's talk to one of the men. ..."
In a paroxysm of rage, Rona jumped up and snapped off the television and began to pace furiously around the still-cluttered room. The bastard, the goddamn bastard! He was enjoying something all right, the louse, but not the cabaret!
Anger pounded painfully at her temples, and she doubled her fists in an agony of frustration. No wonder he didn't have time to call me! Too busy with that dirty little whore!
She laughed, a harsh, dry laugh. And to think I worried about what I was doing, thinking about poor Bud and how good and sweet he-was! Hah! What a fool I am!
She couldn't shake loose the jarring memory of the brief glimpse she'd caught of her husband with another woman, and the wound was doubly cutting because of her agony of remorse that she'd tormented herself with.
"The son-of-a-bitch! I'll show him!" she snapped aloud, unable to contain herself.
"Who's a son-of-a-bitch?" The door opened and Rudi was walking into the living room, with Eric close on his heels. Rona was curiously glad to see the two brothers.
"No, not you," she said numbly, wondering if she should tell the brothers what she had seen. No! she decided suddenly, it's time I held the strings, and called the shots! I'm not going to be a scaredy cat anymore.
"How about a drink, boys?" she brazened, nonchalantly walking into the kitchen.
Eric and Rudi looked at her in surprise. They had expected her to be full of remorse and self-reproach, and had come with the intention of making their peace with her. They had come to the conclusion, that despite her wild, unabashed release, as evidenced by her intense arousal and submission to them and Connie over the last few days, that she was irrevocably planted on her husband's side, and that any lapse on her part would only be very temporary. But they still liked her, and had been prepared to suggest that they finish the work on her house regardless, and to promise not to bother her again.
"Scotch all right?" she called, and they assented. They felt something akin to the thrill of the unknown now, as they waited in the living room, able to tell immediately that something of a monumental nature had happened to her in the course of the time since they'd left.
She returned to the living room, carrying the drinks, and they both found that they could not take their eyes off her. She was a new, exciting Rona, and it showed in her walk, her look, her voice. Rona noticed their admiring stares. Steady on, Rona, she smiled to herself. Won't they be surprised when they find out what I have in mind for them. . . .
Chapter 9
She returned their stares fully as she gulped thirstily on her drink. Something had snapped inside the young wife, when she had caught that fatal glimpse of her husband. The wandering TV camera had forged an irrevocable gap in their relationship, and nothing could bridge it. Rona had been clinging to the last vestige of sanity, as it were, in her present disordered existence, and that was Bud, and his unshakeable love for her, the certainty of his fidelity, the knowledge that he'd be coming home to her. A couple of seconds was all it had taken to shake that faith, and tumble it eternally into the abyss of mistrust.
"Welh boys," Rona said, finishing her drink, and looking from one to the other of the bemused brothers, "we sure have had ourselves a good time lately, didn't we?" Connie and the Fosters together had uncovered, stone by stone, the very core of her libido, and they had left her hovering en the brink of either total dissolution or chaste fidelity, and it was Bud himself, who unwittingly had given her that little shove that sent her tumbling down the bottomless well of adultery.
She moved very close to the two young men, and stood between their two chairs, a hand on each backrest.
"You know, I've got a real hankering to see those nice big cocks of yours again, fellows!" she smiled, and the two surprised men stared at her in astonishment. What had come over her? The non-plussed pair stirred uncomfortably in their chairs. She was enjoying their discomfiture, wondering how they felt about it, for a change.
"Don't tell me you guys have suddenly got shy!" she laughed throatily, and Eric, his excitement unleashed by her unabashed sensuality, suddenly unzipped the fly of his pants, and revealed the semi-erect mass of his penis, which tumbled out of the confines of his trousers.
"Mmmmmm ..." she sighed, eyeing it avidly, "it looks so nice. . . ." She reached out and grasped it, and could feel it stirring into life under her firm clasp, struggling like a butterfly to get out of its cocoon. Rudi, galvanized by what was happening to his brother, speedily unleashed his own pounding member which was almost fully erect and acutely excited from the strange goings-on.
"Oooohhhh, look at that!" she exclaimed like a child, her eyes darting over to the older brother's huge protuberance.
"Mmm, I think I'll help Eric catch up!" she mused, and she began to run the tips of her long slender fingers up and down the rough veinous surface of the younger brother's prick, sending shivers of ecstasy running maddeningly through him. Her fingernail grated at the smooth rubbery skin at the tip, and her palm dipped under to nestle the hairy sac of his scrotum, gently kneading it, and she could feel the blood pumping madly through the growing tube of his penis, sending it soaring into preponderous erection.
"Hey, what about me?" Rudi shouted, and Rona smiled over at him.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you in a minute, mister!"
Eric closed his eyes in blissful happiness. Her fingers felt so feather-like on his throbbing cock, and he felt as if it would expand till it burst, so smooth and practiced was her touch. Rona watched the virile member grow under her caresses and she experienced a modicum of pride that she could induce it into such turgidity. Her other hand slipped over and was gently stroking Rudi's fully-erect shaft, running her fingers around and around it in perfect time to her manipulation of Eric's blood-filled rod.
Eagerly, she leaned over, and without releasing her grasp on either upright, palpitating member, bent down and enclosed the hard, bulbous head to Rudi's prick in her mouth, her lips slipping easily over the rubbery surface.
"Christ ..." Rudi gasped, surprised beyond belief, "ooooohhhhhh . . . God, it feels good. . . ." Her lips tightened around the throbbing shaft, encasing the entire granite-like head, and her tongue began to swipe around the imprisoned flesh, darting in and out of the tiny glans tip at the head, trying to suck out any excess male secretions that might be lurking there, coating it with her warm saliva, while her hand continued to pump insanely at Eric's bloated member, and her other hand held Rudi's jerking cock steady. She liked the taste of Rudi's prick in her mouth, liked the tang of his masculine piquancy, and now, she wanted to taste Eric, too!
Releasing Rudi's massive shaft, she resumed her manual stroking and reaching over, ran her tongue along the webbed periphery of young Eric's upright pole, feeling it quiver from top to bottom under her lingual laving. Deftly, she nibbled at the engorged bulbous head with her agile lips, and then enclosed its enormity in her mouth, feeling it expand unbelievably until she thought it would choke her completely.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh. ..." Eric groaned and he began to churn his pelvis wildly, forcing his elongated rod far back into Rona's throat, pressing it viciously against her larynx, almost making her gag. Still her tongue whirled around energetically, dipping and probing and washing the length of his shaft with the moisture of love, while her hand milked spasmodically on his pendulous balls, and her other hand stroked and petted Rudi's sizzling member.
"It's my turn now!" Rudi complained, and Rona obediently released Eric's palpitating organ and resumed her oral caressing of Rudi's burgeoning prick. She continued to run her tongue up and down the strong, sturdy length of it, nibbling at the thick veinous underside, poking down among the dark pubic curls, painting his squirming balls with warm wet saliva, before returning to titillate the head of the vibrant shaft once more. She was completely lost in her lewd sex shame now, her head bobbing like a jack-in-the-box as she kissed and licked first one and then the other of the brother's furiously pounding organs.
Her hands pumped and kneaded automatically in conjunction with her diligent lips and tongue, and her whole head, her eyes, her nose, her mouth seemed filled with the wonderful masculine sense of them. She felt oddly, and totally happy, revelling in her self-appointed task, deriving intense joy out of feeling the increased tempo of their spasmodic churning, the increasing volume of their raucous grunts of animalistic pleasure, the almost unbelievable proportions of their bursting pricks. Rudi, in particular, was nearly insane with the forceful thudding in his balls and the fiery pulsing of his tormented prick, and as Rona continued to suck desperately on the bobbing shaft, his hands shot up and tangled in her hair, pushing her face down on his rod, until the crisp curls of his pubic wisps tickled her nose, and she thought for a moment that she couldn't breathe.
She knew that Rudi was near to climax, and she moved her mouth in convoluting contortions, desperate to get as much mileage as she could out of his mounting excitement. Her other hand maintained its furious manipulation of Eric's similarly tortured organ, and Rona knew that it was a race against time to see who would come first. Rudi did!
He began to buck his pelvis up against Rona's face, plunging his prick in dynamic strokes far back into her throat, and his voice, hoarse with passion, rent the air.
Rona felt the first rain of his hot semen as it spurted out of the tube of his prick and gushed down her throat where she drank it down like a desert in drought. It was an incredible feeling, she thought, having a man cum in your mouth like that! Bud, you bastard, what would you think now if you saw me, sucking off two men at once? The hot shower of sperm continued to flow into her convoluted mouth and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she swallowed each last drop. I'm drinking another man's semen, after sucking his cock, and it's all your fault, Bud you son-of-a-bitch. . . .
At last, she had drained him dry, and his now exhausted cock was beginning to deflate in her mouth.
"Don't forget me!" Eric moaned, "I'm nearly there. . . ." She could feel his hot, maddened shaft begin to jerk violently in her hand, and her mouth still wet and sticky from his brother's cum, she reached over and swallowed his throbbing cock, enclosing it almost to the hilt, just in time to catch the first molten jet of hot frothy lava which bubbled into her mouth, where his brother's had done only seconds before.
"OOOOHHHHHH ... Oh Rona, keep sucking . . . don't stop ..." he moaned incessantly, as his lust-driven rod battered cruelly against the roof of her mouth as stream after stream of his seemingly endless flow of male cum careened into her crazily gulping gullet and slipped down inside her to join his brother's semen in her stomach. Finally, Eric too, was spent, and she kept his almost-limp cock in her mouth, disappointed that all the cumming was over. Finally, it slipped from her mouth, and she sat back on her heels, surveying the two dazed, panting men who slumped back against their chairs.
There's no turning back note, she murmured to herself, hastily wiping away the tiny drops of tears which were beginning to form in her eyes. She was fully liberated now, like Connie, and things were going to go her way from now on. . . .
"Shove your ass back harder!" Eric screamed, as he rammed forward with his gigantic shaft, plunging deep down into Rona's insanely flailing rectum. His face was perspiring, and his hirsute buttocks clenched and unclenched as he jerked forward spasmodically, completely imbedding every inch of his prick each time. Rona thrust her backside back eagerly, delirious from the incredible sensation of having Eric take her from the back, while Rudi was plunging frenetically into her hungry pussy. It was all too good to be true. Gone were the feelings of regret and even self-loathing which had lingered yesterday after she had sucked Rudi's and Eric's cocks at the same time. Now she was completely free, and had been ecstatic when the brothers, and Connie, had come over early this morning. They had lost no time in trying out all new, strange positions, which Rona had never guessed existed, and it seemed that each time they all entwined, her body got more pleasure out of it, and seemed to clamor for more and more.
Rona wondered how she could ever have been happy the way she was before. Her whole body felt really alive now, not lukewarm like it used to, and if it took Eric's prick in her rectum, Rudi's cock in her pussy, and Connie's mouth on her breasts to make her happy, why not? She didn't have to answer to anyone, least of all Bud, who obviously didn't give a damn about her. She was her own woman now, free to do as she liked, and there was no doubt at all in her mind that that was just what she was going to do!
The four naked, perspiration-coated bodies ground hungrily against each other as they strived to give the maximum pleasure to each other, and Rona felt that she would go mad from the sheer ecstatic pleasure of having the two brothers and Connie lavish such loving attention on her flesh. As she was buffeted about between the two men, thrills of joy engulfing every iota of her body, her wildly roaming eyes saw that the phone had been knocked over by the pressure of naked, excited flesh against it, and in a flash of reason, she reached out and replaced the receiver on the stand. To her amazement, it rang immediately.
Bud had been trying to reach Rona all day, but he kept getting a busy signal. He had even asked the operator to check, but she insisted that it was engaged. He knew he should have called her long before this, but the convention had tied him up all day, and his nights, well, they were busy, too. God, I'll never forget that contortionist, Rhonda! he reminisced excitedly. And Maria, too, last night! Wow!
His prick itched as he recalled her soft expert body, and for a moment, he was lost in a sensual reverie. But his conscience nagged him back to the present. He knew he had neglected Rona, and was almost afraid to talk to her on the phone. He felt guilty, too, very guilty, about his brutal attack on her, and promised himself that he would make amends to her. He shouldn't have left her to cope with everything, he knew, and it was unfair of him to get angry over the men she had hired, who would probably turn out all right after all. Still, maybe everything will be all right after I talk to her. . . .
"Helloooo. . . ." Rona called gaily as she picked up the phone. The others couldn't contain their laughter when they heard her greeting, so casual as if the fact that she was being dual-fucked front and back by Rudi and Eric, and having her tits tickled by Connie was nothing at all!
"It's me, Bud," Rona heard her husband's voice. "How are you, honey?"
"Fine, just fine!" Rona replied, unable to suppress a giggle at the thought of what Bud would say if he could only see her.
"Is there somebody there with you?" her husband asked, a sudden sharp note in his voice.
"No, honey, it's only the T.V.!" Rona chirped.
"Listen, baby, I'm sorry for not calling you before this, but I've been really busy!"
"Yes, I'm sure you have," Rona agreed, a vision of the dark-haired slut she'd glimpsed him with on the television, rising in her mind.
"And, baby, I'm really sorry about attacking you like I did!" Bud apologized. "I'll really make it up to you when I get back!"
"Oh darling, don't worry about that!" Rona crooned. "I forgive you!"
Just at that moment, Rudi and Eric plummeted deep into her twin passages in unison, their p i s t o n i n g pricks grazing each other through the thin dividing tissue, causing her to gasp involuntarily from the sharp eddies of tremulous pleasure which rippled over her undulating body.
"What was that?" Bud queried sharply.
"N-nothing, honey. I ... I just bit my tongue!" Rona explained anxiously.
"Well, I hope you're okay, Rona, there all by yourself!"
"Please don't worry about me, honey!" Rona gasped, fighting to control the expression of the pleasure that was rampaging through her from the three-way ministrations she was receiving from her passionate friends.
"And darling," she continued, "I understand how your work keeps you busy all the time."
"Do you really?" Bud asked, feeling pleased and glad that he wouldn't have any explaining to do.
"Yes, I do, and I'll just have to get used to it. After all, you can't help it, and from now on, I'll have to find a hobby to amuse myself with while you're away."
"That's my girl!" Bud said proudly, and feeling relieved that Rona at last understood.
"Yes, in future, darling," Rona purred, "I'll just have to put up with your being away so much. And honey, please don't feel you have to hurry right home from this trip. I really don't mind you're being away, because I'm SO busy with the builders. . . . Oooooh . . . honey . . . honey . . . I'm sooooo busy you can't believe it! ! !"