"You can't wear that!" Burt Turner hurled suddenly at his wife, his voice harsh and angry.
"Why not?" Darlene queried tautly, her large gray eyes flashing, her fingers twirling nervously around the sash of her outfit.
"It's . . . it's indecent!" Burt raged, his eyes roaming over his wife's svelte figure, accentuated to perfection by the soft clinging fabric of the silver-colored romper suit. The fluid cut of the garment emphasized the upswept line of her full, rounded breasts and the elastic-tight against her blonde, honey-colored hair and pale skin.
Although it was her second week at work, she could hardly believe that she was actually working at Maudie, the fabulous new boutique that had opened in the shopping center near where she lived. When she saw the advertisement looking for help, she had decided to apply, feeling deep down that she hadn't a hope of being selected. Her hopes had plummeted even further when she saw the group of girls waiting for an interview, tall, leggy girls with wild fashionable hair and with-it clothes, and she felt dowdy and old-fashioned in her tailored .pantsuit, and wished fervently that she had had the courage to have her long silky hair cut into the layered look at least, if not those incredible little screw curls. Still, to her astonishment, she had landed the job, even though she had no experience in that line, and she had been thrilled and pleased, bursting to tell Burt. She'd never forget, she was sure, his anger when she told him, and at first, he had absolutely refused to allow her to accept it.
"But it's only part time!" she'd wailed, "and I get so bored at home!"
"A woman's place is in the home, taking care of it, making things pleasant for her husband, being there when he gets home in the evening . . ."
Days of seemingly interminable arguments had followed, culminating in bitter, angry silences, but she had persisted, determined to finish what she had decided on. So Burt finally tacitly relented, and although he was generally silent on the subject, once she'd started, rows occasionally flared, like the one this morning.
Sighing, she collected her bag from downstairs and let herself out of the house. Her spirits rose when she saw her car, a white compact model, very ordinary, but to her, the joy of her life. Burt had bought it for her before she'd even thought of getting a job, for their second wedding anniversary in fact, and now Darlene wondered what she'd do without it. Although the boutique wasn't far, she preferred to drive, and steered the automobile down the road, veering off to the right to join the highway that lead to the shopping center. The feeling of excitement she had on her first day at work had never left her and she experienced it again now. In fact, it was something like the sensations she had had when the boutique had opened, the first branch outside Cleveland itself, and she recalled how envious she felt of Brenda, the glamorous assistant, so capable and yet so light and airy. She and dozens of other girls had thronged the small shop on that first day, staring at the fabulous clothes, receiving the complimentary pair of French tights, with clock designs trailing up the sides.
Burt wouldn't let her wear hers; in fact, they had mysteriously disappeared and Darlene suspected that he had thrown them out. On that first day, she had never guessed that one day, she, Darlene Turner, would be at home in that almost unreal interior, looking almost as glamorous as Brenda herself. But business had proved so good that a second girl was needed . . . and Darlene was eternally grateful that she was chosen.
There was no one at the boutique when Darlene arrived, and she opened it up, putting the displays in order, checking that price and size tags were in place, before putting on the coffee pot in the backroom. There were actually two rooms in the back, one used for storage, the other as a sort of lounge and office, where Max Temple, her employer, usually spent his time when he was at the boutique.
Darlene was on duty on mornings and afternoons in alternate weeks and her girlfriend, Brenda, worked at the city shop when Darlene was here in the shopping center, so that Darlene often had to open the place up herself. That was the time she liked best, before the customers came in and when she had the shop to herself. Then her imagination ran riot, and she was sometimes Madame Darlene, the worldly proprietress and other times just Darlene the renowned movie star model woman of the world, able to purchase a dozen outfits at one go, confident of her taste and her pocketbook.
But this morning, she really wasn't in a mood for daydreaming. Her argument with Burt had left her more upset than she liked to admit, and she listlessly waited for the coffee to finish perking. If only he'd understand that she needed this diversion . . . needed outside stimulus in order to keep her sanity. But nothing she did or said seemed to get this point across to him, and he doggedly stuck to his belief that a married woman shouldn't work. She tried to tell him that this was an archaic notion, but he wouldn't listen, and she knew that he resented her independence. He expected her to obey him, or at least to take his advice, but she wasn't made that way.
She was a modern woman, accustomed to going her own way and taking care of herself, and the shackles of a marriage in which the man believed the female should be subordinate were proving too much for her. She felt tears pricking at her eyes as her thoughts dwelt on the discordancy between her and Burt, but she quickly quelled them when Max, her boss, strode into the boutique. With barely a good-morning, he made his way into the back room. After that, Darlene had no more time to think for her employer's arrival seemed to herald an avalanche of customers and she was kept busy until mid-morning.
Around noon there was a lull, and Darlene was able to snatch a cup of the coffee she had made earlier for Max, knowing that the shop would be quiet until the lunch hour rush, when Brenda would be there to help her. She couldn't banish the emptiness and lonely gnawing which tremored her stomach and her brain was weighted down with deep, unyielding depression. She knew her feelings were a direct result of the quarrel she'd had with Burt, and a stab of self-loathing irked her as she remembered her earlier resolution to refrain from arguing with her husband. But somehow she couldn't control herself when he started nagging at her, and her defence of her job took on the aspect of a defence of her basic feminine rights.
She wished with all her heart that things were right between herself and Burt, but she just didn't seem to have the knack of keeping the peace between them. The disharmony in their marriage was all the more glaring in comparison with the wonderful rapport they had when they first were married. Darlene could hardly bear to think about those early days now-a time which seemed so far away and somehow so unattainable again. Tears pricked at her eyes as she recalled the almost incredible happiness she experienced, the unbelievable joy of just being with Burt. They never seemed to argue or fight then-they just naturally agreed with what the other said and wanted. How different it was from now, when they could barely exchange a civil sentence.
A strange thrill shuddered through her as she recalled with sudden clarity, the long, endless nights of love-making during the early days of their marriage, when the very touch of Burt's hand on her waiting quivering body sent shocks of ecstasy coursing through her, when she trembled in anticipation as his mouth smashed down on hers, how her thighs pulsed with eager acquiescence. Yes, how different it is all now . . . Burt never seemed to kiss or caress her anymore, and as for love-making, what they did now could hardly be called that. . .
Resolutely, Darlene tried to steer her thoughts away from a subject which caused such unease and longing in her body. As she sipped her coffee, she once again traced the cause of their disagreement. It had all started with the house. Burt being in real estate, he had an opportunity to really know the property market, and when this house had come up for sale, at a really good price, he had been determined to buy it. At that time, they were living in a small apartment, and were both anxious to find a permanent home. Darlene remembered how she had choked back her disappointment when she first saw the house-a huge rambling brick building, with a large overgrown garden. She hated it at first sight-the awful bow-fronted windows, the heavy front door, and the interior was even worse-dark spidery stairway, huge ceilings and large ponderous rooms.
She had tried to dissuade Burt, but it was no use. His heart was set on it, and he persuaded her that if she didn't like it even after they had moved in, they would sell it after a while. Somehow, she had felt powerless against the strong tide of his persuasion, and she grieved silently, locking in her memory a picture of a bright, new modern bungalow, with a nice ready made lawn, shiny chrome and huge picture windows. It was what she always wanted and Burt knew that. That's what hurt . . . how could he insist on buying that monstrosity when he knew, he knew what she really wanted. She had even surreptitiously visited one or two model homes in the new estates springing up all around Cleveland, and had felt sure that eventually they would put a deposit on one of them.
That was over a year ago, and they were still living in the old house, and Burt seemed perfectly contented with it. He was forever bringing home odd assortments of old knick-knacks, an occasional piece of antique furniture and his spare time was spent in stripping paint, bringing up the grain on wood surfaces, polishing already gleaming oak panels. Darlene had received many compliments on the house, and many of her friends were frankly envious, but Darlene felt nothing but a chilling loathing for her home. She knew it was the underlying reason why she neglected the housework and why she had been so anxious to take a job. Burt of course resented her determination to get away from the house and yet somehow they never seemed to be able to talk calmly and sanely about the subject.
Darlene was interrupted by the entrance of a young couple who wanted to look at some satin hip hugger pants. As she showed the lovely young girl a selection, she couldn't suppress a pang of envy as she looked at them, obviously enthralled in each other, the boy's arm wrapped possessively around her waist, his eyes full of admiration and love . . . and desire. Burt had been like that once, too, with her . . . but not any more.
Self-pity welled up in her as she wrapped up a stunning pair of violet-colored trousers for the young girl and watched them leave, hand in hand, oblivious to everything and everybody but themselves. A couple of customers came in just then, but only to browse and Darlene found her thoughts running rampant once more. Ever since they moved into the house, their relationship had undergone a subtle change and Darlene didn't know what to do about it. At first, she'd tried to pretend that things were the same, but it was no use. It seemed to her as if Burt, her husband, had adopted to personality to suit their home, dark, forbidding, old-fashioned.
He began to criticize her, her clothes, her housekeeping, until she thought she'd go mad. It was then that she decided to get a job, when she thought she had to assert herself, in the outside world if not at home. She couldn't understand her husband's objection to her job, to her clothes, even to her outlook on life. She knew, as she glanced down at her silver cat-suit that it was just a bit outrageous, and a bit too revealing, but it was tame compared to what some of, the with it, girls wore. Burt could never see that, though; he seemed to think she was the only girl in the whole of Cleveland wearing a modish outfit. Of course, she couldn't help feeling a little glad at the realization that he was jealous of other men looking at her in the scanty garment, but she did wish that his jealousy wasn't so acute or that he could show his affections in other ways. He must still love her if he was jealous . . .
". . . stop in the name of love, before you break my heart. . .
Think it o-o-over. . . ."
The words of the popular song inserted themselves into her consciousness and once more she found herself biting back her tears. Love! What did she know about it these days? It certainly seemed to have gone out of her life altogether. Think it over! There was nothing else to do but remember the times when she had thrilled to Burt's expert lovemaking, how her body had reverberated with the vibrancy of his passion, how she had sighed under his kises and caresses. It had always irked Burt that she had never been able to cum. But in spite of that, she had always been able to enjoy her husband's body, and he hers, she was positive. Then why this terrible lull in their love-life, this complete halt in sexual activity? They hadn't made love in over two weeks, ever since she had insisted, once and for all, that she was going to take the job. An ache persisted somewhere deep in her loins, emphasizing the longing she already felt. In over two years of marriage, she had become accustomed to regular intercourse, and now her body missed it, needed it, craved it. . . . "trying to hold on to what, I don't know, baby, please don't treat me bad . . ."
The throbbing words of the songs being played on the record player drummed at her depressed brain, adding to her misery, whipping up responsive palpitations of longing and unhappiness. Oh Burt, what's happening to us her dazed brain wondered feebly. Where would it all end? If she gave up her job, wotdd that help? What was the matter with them, their marriage? If only the physical side of their relationship was all right, everything else would correct itself. She remembered, with a flush of shame, how, just the other night, she had tried to initiate love-making with Burt, and how he had roughly pushed her aside and turned over, falling asleep almost immediately.
Hot tears had washed down over her face, and she was consumed with humiliation. She needed him so badly and he had rejected her. Worse still than that, was the terrible memory of the last time they had actually had sexual relations. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to block out the mortifying memory of it, but the taunting image of herself, supine beneath her husband, was indeliblv etched there. She could re-member it clearly, every minute of it. . .
She had timidly approached Burt, her hand trailing across his chest as he lav in bed beside her.
"Burt, it's been so long . . ." she whispered, her lips brushing against his cheek and dropping to trace along his jawline. Her own body felt moist and trembling, her loins pulsing in tremulous anticipation.
"Look honey, I'm pretty pooped . . ." he'd replied, and Darlene knew she shouldn't press it, but she couldn't help it.
"Oh darling, please," she'd continued, "I really feel like it now .. ."
Burt had looked at her strangely for a moment before moving over and reaching out for her. She sighed with ecstasy as his hands roamed over the silken expanse of her waiting body, as his fingers caressed and rubbed the throbbing hardness of her nipples, as they rounded the smooth curve of her hips, before dropping still lower and slipping between the soft satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She was already wet there, and her free flowing lubricants moistened the back of his hand as he stroked the erotically bubbling area, and Darlene mewled with pleasure as chills of excitement shot through her. His body felt hard and hot against hers and his breath ws quickening as he buried his head in the valley between her full palpitating breasts, his mouth closing in on first one and then the other of her ripe bursting nipples. She could feel the thick heavv length of his prick as it lay against her thigh, the head rubbery and pounding with passion and eagerlv she spread her legs, offering him full access to the warm, pulsating little mouth, to her hungry body.
She flinched as she felt the huge knobby head pressing against the soft sensitive flesh of her pussy, felt the insistent nudge as it positioned itself against the velvety skin, and then gasped as with a sudden movement, Burt lurched forward and imbedded his hardened cock half-way up inside the satiny sheath of her waiting cunt. Without preamble, he began to fuck in and out of her with deep unyielding strokes and tears burned her eyes as she realized that his crude entry had driven away all her tender, passionate feelings. It wasn't fair! She couldn't help feeling that he had done it on purpose, aroused her by his gentle fore-play and then entered her as if he was a rutting animal and she, nothing more than a plaything. It just wasn't right. . .
His prick felt like a pile driver inside her, hot and throbbing, inflated with lust, as he fucked into her mercilessly, spreading her thighs wide apart with his legs until she thought she'd scream from the pain, bruising the tender inner membranes of her cuntal walls with his fiercely pistoning cock, until her whole body felt tortured and aching.
"Oh please stop, Burt!" she pleaded, desperately trying to extricate herself from his brutal ravishing of her naked loins.
"Why?" he'd snarled viciously, "you were the one who wanted to fuck!"
His lewd word and savage taunt were the last straw for Darlene and loud, wracking sobs had convulsed her body at the same time as the floodgates of her husband's bestial lust were opened and he gushed out his white hot liquid sperm into her unready depths, drowning the unresponsive membranes of her belly with the rush of roiling semen. At last, he'd slipped from her trembling body, his cock now limp and useless, and in a minute, Darlene had heard his heavy, even breathing-he was asleep.
Darlene jerked herself back to the present as another customer came in. With a sigh of relief, she saw that it was 12:50. Only another ten minutes and Brenda would be here. She took care of the customer and then spent a few minutes putting the shop in order again for the lunch-time rush. She couldn't shake loose that debasing memory, and determined that no matter what happened in the future, she wouldn't be the one to make the first move-not after the way her naked vagina had been used like that as nothing but a lewd receptacle for his male sperm. If only he'd been as loving as he had been at first ... if he'd only continued to stroke and caress her the way he used to, plying her breasts-her most sensitive, erogenous zone -with hot, throbbing kisses, fondled her thighs and hips and shoulders in that tender, gentle way he had . . . instead he had turned into a vicious robot, intent only on punishing her with his crudely driving penis.
It had been so wonderful at first, that Darlene had almost believed that it would have been the time when she could really have let go I ... let herself free from her inhibitions. Her body had been like a finely-honed razor edge ; that had only to be touched in order to leave an 5 impression. Even now she could still recall the tremendous physical thrill of her husband's touch, the exciting swirls of heat which had f flurried through her body, the rapidly rising tempo of her breath, the hot blood pulsing pas- | sionately through her veins . ..
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnhhhhhhhh . . ." she sighed aloud, her eyes closed, her body almost ! swaying in time to the insistent beat of the : music in the background and her own self-gen- erated passionate rhythm. "Have those zodiac tunics come in yet?"
The deep masculine voice was like a shower of cold water and Darlene opened her eyes to find Max Temple, her boss, staring quizzically at her. A fiery flame rose up to her face and her \ mouth hinged open stupidly as she stared back | at him. How Ion" had he been standing there? ! If onh/ he'd stop looking at her in that strange, almost lewd way . . .
His eyes were roaming frankly over her body and his mouth was twisted into a lascivious grin.
"Well, you were certainly deep in thought," he drawled, his eyes boring into her. "I wonder what, or who, you were thinking about to be so spellbound?"
"I . . . I'm sorry," Darlene stammered, not knowing where to look.
"Of course, when a girl sighs the way you did just now, with your eyes closed, there's only one thing she can be thinking about. . ."
Darlene's blush faded to a shocked pallor as she stared numbly at her boss. Did he knoic? Was it so obvious to him that she was thinking about her husband, their love-making? God. she didn't know where to look . . . she'd die of shame . . .
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your . . . ah . . . amorous reverie, but did those tunics arrive yet?"
Dazedly, Darlene replied that they hadn't and gasped with relief when Max returned to his office. Oh God, he knew! He knew exactly what she was thinking . . . she had to get out of there . .. had to . ..
As soon as Brenda came in, at a few minutes after one, Darlene made a hasty excuse and dashed out, leaving the bewildered assistant alone to cope with the busy lunch hour rush.
Chapter Two
Burt Turner stared at the swaying figure of the beautiful blonde as she moved in time to the rhythm of the calypso music. The bar was dark and crowded but there was still a tiny platform for dancing and the blonde was partnered by a youth who looked at her with adoring eyes. Her golden hair was piled high on her head, and her eyes were dark with make-up. She was wearing a voile see-through lounging pyjamas, in a wild flower pattern, and she was wearing underneath a matching pair of beige briefs and bra, so she looked as if she was totally nude under the light garment.
Burt couldn't take his eyes off her. Her body moved fluidly in time to the music with an elasticity of its own, and he felt the rising churning in his cock from the excitement which was quivering through him. He finished his third Scotch quickly and swung around on the bar stool to get an unobstructed view of the beautiful girl. Her breasts were heaving and her hips were gyrating in pagan rhythm, her buttocks waving enticingly. But though he'd never seen anything so physically arousing as the dancing blonde. She seemed to exude sex, her every movement a provocative come-hither, and he debated with himself if he should ask her to dance or if she wanted a drink when the music stopped. He ran his tongue around his dry lips, moistening them and tried to still the thumping of his heart.
The vibrating beat of the music increased in tempo and the girl quickened her swaying until her entire body was oscillating wildly. Her frame shuddered with almost orgasmic jerks and her eyes seemed to be clouded with excitement. Her long slender hands were slithering in time to the snake-like rhythm of her body and her flaxen tresses bobbed like a shining beacon at the top of her head. Then, with a final roll of the drums, the music stopped, and the girl was still.
Burt, his eyes fastened on the enticing figure of the blonde, slipped off his seat and began to head towards her. She seemed to see him coming, for he saw her large dark eyes rest briefly on him, and then she turned and walked away with her partner, her arm resting light on his, her face turned eagerly up to his. A sickening thud of disappointment slammed at Burt, and he suppressed an oath. A moment later, the gorgeous blonde was no where to be seen, and angrily, Burt left the bar, chagrin and frustration a leaden weight around his heart. He had really been turned on by the lovely stranger and knew that some time spent in her company would dispel the terrible despondency which was threatening to engulf him completely.
Unhappily, he headed for his car, his brain churning with his seething emotions. For a brief moment, he had been in another world when he had been watching the girl, and with the prospect of a drink with her later, and now -nothing but disillusion. Of course, he'd seen pretty girls before, real stunners, but somehow, this one, who seemed to him to be the embodiment of freedom and passion, was the only one who really caught his attention. And now, there was nothing but to go home ... to Darlene! Automatically, his hands tightened around the steering wheel and his teeth ground together as he thought about his wife. Their early morning quarrel still weighed heavily on him, and poisoned his reaction to everything. He couldn't help it . . . everything she did or said seemed to annoy him and he couldn't refrain from getting really angry with her.
He couldn't understand why she had to get that job, when she knew how dead set he was against it. After all, she doesn't need to work . . . most wives would be glad to retire! He had to admit to himself that it hurt to think that he was the only guy in the office whose wife went out to work. Even Chuck, who was only working part time and going to school as well, had a wife who was happy to stay home in the apartment all day. Why couldn't Darlene read or sew or play tennis or something the way other wives did? He had tried to fight it, but there was no denying that he felt a sense of inadequacy when his wife was out, earning money, as if what he made wasn't enough. And then her discontentment with the house really burned him. It was a real bargain and he felt proud when he had discovered it, and now its value was more than double what he paid for it.
Instead, Darlene wanted one of those crappy little boxes, the same as a hundred others on some goddamned housing estate. He tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen, that they were hardly worth buying, their quality was so inferior, and almost designed specifically so that the owner would have to move in a couple of years to something bigger. He, as a real estate agent, knew the truth about that type of house, but no, Darlene wouldn't listen to reason.
He accelerated down the highway, his anger mounting as he recalled his wife's opposition to their house, how she had expressed her resentment in almost criminal neglect of it, how she always complained about the inconvenience of it, etc.
But the most cutting thing of all was the way she made his inadequacy follow through into their love-making. Sure, she responded after a fashion, but somehow, he always felt as if he had let her down some way, as if, just as he didn't provide enough money for her or the right type of house, he fell short in his lovemak-ing, too.
The damned little hitch! I'm sick and tired of her griping, he swore bitterly to himself as he steered off on to their side road, the tires crunching as he made the turn without slowing down. He slammed the car door as he got out and hurriedly made for the back door that lead into the kitchen.
"Don't slam the door like that Burt, you'll disturb the neighbors," Darlene instructed as he stepped into the kitchen, not looking up from the soup she was stirring.
Burt stared at her, anger rendering him speechless, a dull flush staining his face. She was wearing a yellow tank dress, with a huge green alligator on the front, made out of thin cotton, one of the lines from the boutique. Sometimes when there was an odd item left after a run, with no prospects of selling it at any price to the up-to-the-second customers, Max gave it to the girls, and this was one of them. The light material clung sexily to her figure and although it was very short, Darlene liked to wear it around the house, because it was so light and comfortable.
"Take that thing off you!" Burt suddenly yelled, his eyes blazing.
'Wwha ... Oh don't be silly, Burt! Dinner is almost ready!" Darlene sighed, returning her attention to the soup.
"GET THAT GODDAMN THING OFF!" Burt screamed again, and his voice frightened Darlene. What was wrong with him now? If he didn't like her dress, couldn't he at least wait until after dinner when she could change it?
A vengeful gleam came into her eye. Well, if he was so fussy about what she wore, she'd show him. Turning down the gas, she slowly and casually pulled the dress over her head, tossing it in a heap on the floor, and stood there, for a moment, clad only in white nylon bra and panties. Then, without a word, she turned her attention back to the soup.
"Why, you little . . ." Burt sputtered after a long moment of silence, as he struggled to force down the overwhelming tide of his crescendo-ing rage.
"What's the matter with you now? I did what you told me to!" Darlene stormed, turning to face him again.
"You fucking little bitch, I've had just about enough of you and your getting smart! If you think-"
"Getting smart! You talk about insults," Darlene raged, her face blushing with fury. "You've been treating me like a dog for the past few weeks, and now you complain when-"
"A wife is supposed to obey her husband," Burt sneered vehemently, "or haven't you heard?"
"You want a slave, not a wife!" Darlene spat, her temper unleashed. "Somebody who'll do your bidding and . . . and lick your boots into the bargain! Well, I'm not that somebody!"
"Too true you're not," Burt snapped, "you've no idea what it's like to be considerate of someone else, let alone obey him!"
"Oh Burt, let's not go on like this," Darlene sighed irritably, "the supper's getting cold!"
"What?" Burt jeered furiously, 'last week's leftovers? Another re-heat won't make any difference to them!"
"Ooohhhh," Darlene sobbed in anger, "you think you've got no faults. Well, let me tell you, you've got a thing or two to learn, in bed and elsewhere!" As soon as the words were out, Darlene knew she shouldn't have said them. But she couldn't help herself. She was so irritated by Burt, and so hurt by his wounding, and unfortunately true remark about the dinner, among other things.
"H-how do you know?" Burt snarled savagely, reaching for her roughly, "have you been comparing me with someone else? HAVE YOU?"
"No! No! Please let me go, Burt, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" Darlene wailed, frightened.
But it was too late. Burt's tempestuous anger was aroused and she could see the uncontrollable rage burning in his eyes, manifested in the cruel sneer on his mouth. Oh God, what had she done?
"I'll teach you ..." His voice was harsh and his face livid with rage as he brought up his hand and slapped her hard, jolting her cheekbone as he did so, the force of the slap sending her reeling. She would have fallen had she not been grasped in a vice-like grip.
"Waaaaagggghhhh . . ." she sobbed piteously, desperately squirming as she tried to escape.
"I've had enough of your . . ." Burt snapped through gritted teeth as he shook her mercilessly, as lightly as if she was a rag doll. He was uncontrollable. Everything converged and transformed into a completely enraged automaton, incapable of reason. His frustration at being unable to talk to the blonde dancer, his wife's innuendos about his virility, plus his underlying discontent all worked their venom on him and he was completely in the power of a furious demon of rage.
"Please, Burt... let me go! I didn't mean it!" Darlene sobbed again, fright like an icy blanket wrapping itself around her. But Burt seemed implacable. There was something in his face she had never seen before-blind, lustful anger, a rage that it seemed impossible to appease.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" he snapped again, turning loathing-filled eyes on her, and then, with startling suddenness, he reached up and yanked off her bra, tearing it from her body in one movement. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her full naked orbs, ivory firm, as if he was seeing them for the first time, and Darlene found herself cringing from the unnatural shame of being half-naked in front of her husband like this. Desperately, she tried to shield her nudity with her arm, but Burt held her firm, guessing her intention, laughing crudely.
"It's a bit late for that, you little slut, isn't it?" he jeered, as he reached down with insolent slowness and pulled off the last protection of her modesty, leaving her trembling and totally naked. Burt's eyes dropped immediately to the golden fleece between her smoothly sculpted thighs, and Darlene could feel his gaze burning into her defenceless vaginal mound. She was quivering visibly, her eyes downcast, helpless to even think of a way to placate her husband. Her brain searched futilely for something to distract him, but she could think of nothing.
"Please Burt, let's be reasonable!" she began again hopelessly. "Let's talk about it calmlv and-"
"Shut up, I told you!" he grated again and with a growl, began to pull her roughly towards the livingroom.
"No! No! What are you doing?" she moaned helplessly, trying to resist, but powerless against his superior strength.
"I'll show you what I'm doing!" he replied, flinging her towards the floor where she landed in a sprawled heap. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she watched as her husband began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, and she barely suppressed a gasp when she caught sight of the huge protuberance that shot up like some prehistoric monster when he removed his trousers. His penis was fully erect and throbbing with a new kind of violent passion. She couldn't take her eyes off it! She had never seen it so big, so thick and heavy.
"Well, honey," he drawled jeeringly, "will that suit you?"
Darlene blushed from his lurid question and averted her eyes. But what did he have in mind? God! What was he doinz to do to her?
She was aware of Burt beside her then, his hands roaming roughly over her body, caressing her breasts, stroking her hips in abrasive gestures, which nonetheless evoked a familiar response in her and she couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement from rippling along the surface of her tingling skin. She felt Burt's fingers tighten on her flesh and then she found herself being turned around, forced up on her knees, head pressed downwards. She began to struggle, not knowing what was expected of her, but her resistance only irritated Burt further and her face was forced further down until her nose and mouth were buried in the pile of the carpet, her smooth skinned back arching painfully up to her defensively raised buttocks. She gasped for breath, feeling suffocated, but there was no respite for her. She felt a creeping shame at being in this lewd mortifying position, not knowing what her angered husband was going to do, fearful, dreadfully frightened of what he might try.
She felt his hands on her nakedly trembling buttocks, his fingers locked like claws in the soft flaccid flesh, and then moaned with pain as she was aware of the satiny globes being forced apart. The strain was unbearable as he parted the glossy cheeks unmercifully and Darlene heard the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice of her backside came into view. For a moment he was immobile, and then Darlene cried out involuntarily as she felt the wet slash of his tongue up between the widespread mounds. Oh God, it was terrible! It was sick! But he continued to lick hotly, fervently, along the illicit crevice and Darlene wriggled in desperation, trying to elude the wetly licking organ, but it was useless.
"Keep still!" Burt hissed, and then Darlene moaned again as she felt the stinging sensation of his teeth sinking into the quivering flesh of her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Aaaaahhhhhh . . .stop it! Please stop!" she sobbed as she felt her sensitive flesh being so callously assaulted by his savage bites. At last he stopped, leaving her backside sore and raw from the perverse little nips of his teeth, and Darlene thought, for a brief moment, that relief had come. But she was wrong.
Again she felt the petal-soft mounds being forced far apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs, and then, her eyes bulging in disbelief, she felt the distinct prodding of his finger back there. Dear God, what was he going to do? She cowered back from the insistent nudging at the tiny rubbery lips of her naked rectal mouth, terror creeping up her spine like a climbing plant. Fear numbed her brain and paralyzed her limbs and her mouth suddenly felt chalky dry.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhh . . . Noooooo . . ." she wailed suddenly as she experienced a sharp shooting pain which jarred her spinal column and turned her brain into a red blaze of light. As the first terrible flash of agony subsided she became aware of an intrusion in her back passage and realized with mortified horror what it was! Oh God, he had sunk his finger up to the first knuckle in her asshole!
Burt stared down at the smooth white curves of his wife's widespread, young asseheeks, at the subjugating sight of his middle finger partially imbedded in her tightly clenched little anus, and grinned savagely to himself. I'll shoto the snotty little Inch . . . I'll show her who has a thing or two to learn . . .
He rotated his digit, slowly at first and then with mounting rhythm as he pushed it forward, f&rcing it past the second knuckle into her soft rubbery back passage, ignoring her sobs of pain, intent only on his lewd mission of humiliating and shaming her. Her nether sheath felt tight and warm and throbbing around his finger and he revelled in the novel sensation of maybe even fucking her there.
Darlene was in an agony of humiliation and pain. It was too much! What he was doing to her was inhuman, sick . . . With new found strength, she desperately tried to wriggle free, to dislodge his finger from her rectum, to escape the terrible skewering.
"Keep still, or by God, I'll ram my whole fist up your snooty little asshole!" Burt snarled venomously, and Darlene immediately became motionless. It was no use! She was in his power. She was afraid to arouse him even further, afraid of his terrible anger. There was nothing she could do! Hot tears coursed down her face and fell unheeded into the carpet. Her body felt cramped and sore but she didn't care. She was being degraded beyond belief, by her own husband, and she didn't care if she never saw another day! After this she would never feel like a human being again.
She hardly noticed when Burt finally withdrew his finger, or when he placed the heavy bulbous length of his pounding cock against the widespread split. It was hot and vibrating against her nakedly trembling flesh, but she didn't care what happened to her now.
Burt gazed down at the large, hardened rod poised at the tiny puckered ring, and grinned lewdly in satisfaction. Now she's really in for it, he thought with glee, she'll he sorry she ever laughed at me. I'll show her who's boss in this family . . .
He positioned the heavy, lust-inflated head against the small, tightly locked circle of her anus, noting the glaring difference in circumference between it and his cock, but not caring. Revenge was uppermost in his mind, revenge against the woman he loved but who was so scornful of him. If he wasn't in love with her he wouldn't care what she thought or said, but that was not the case. Not by a long shot. . .
With an angry growl, he surged forward, forcing his blood-heavy prick against the small cringing opening, trying to insert it in the tiny aperture. But at first he couldn't. He heard his wife's stifled gasp of pain as he rammed forward, but it wouldn't go in! With a disgusted oath, he hesitated for a moment, and then, blinded with perverse lust and driven on by insatiable fury, he slammed forward with all his might, heedless of everything but the overpowering need to punish the helplessly cringing woman kneeling before him.
Her shrill cry reverberated throughout the room as with tremendous effort he managed to pop just the rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock up inside the vainly resisting ring.
With a grunt, he held it there a moment, before flexing his hip muscles and beginning to push forward again.
"WWAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOOOOOOOO . . ." Darlene begged again, her nakedly curved buttocks levered up off the ground from his brutal surges, her face flattened piteously into the carpet. Pain was pre-dominant in her body, over-riding all other sensation, and nothing mattered but ridding herself of it. But Burt was oblivious to her agony as he plowed forward into her tiny, con-fingers like needles in her flesh.
Inch by excruciating inch he journeyed on, his eyes closed in exertion, beads of perspiration on his face, his hands clutching at his wife's helplessly imprisoned hips.
"Hhhhhnnnggghhhhhnnnn . . ." He jerked forward back between her thighs another inch and he had sunk his huge member completely to the hilt in her abused anus. He grunted when he felt the hard knob-like head grate against her sensitive inner rectal flesh and felt the wiry wisps of his pubic hair flatten against the softness of her open ass cheeks. He was all the way in!
Darlene lay inert, afraid and unable to move. Disbelief still held her in check or else she was sure she'd run amuck from the sheer terror and numbing horror of what was happening to her. A curtain seemed to have come down on her life as it had been till now, and what sort of a person she would be, how she would emerge from this ordeal was anybody's guess. Her perversely impaled body was one fiery column of pain and she didn't care what happened next. She was in fact past caring. She could hardly believe that the man who was raping her anally like this was actually her husband! He was like a different person-someone she definitely didn't know.
After a moment, Burt began to withdraw, pulling his huge, desire-hardened penis with slow painfullness, grating again against the rub-berily clinging inner membrane. He stopped while just the blood-engorged head was still inside before plunging once more into the abyss of her bowels.
"Eeeerrrgggghhhhh ..." Darlene groaned again, all strength leaving her, unable even to gasp any more. Wearily, she felt the beginnings of a rhythm as Burt began to fuck hotlv in and out of her, her tortured rectum finally yielding a little, becoming more comfortably lubricated from the excited drops of semen seeping from the tip of his prick. Her face was squashed and flattened and her knees were raw from being ground into the floor. She had no feeling left in her body, in fact, no sensation anywhere but a burning loathing in her brain and a low, persistent feeling of total shame. No matter what happened, she knew she'd never forget this evening, never forget the humiliation of being used hike this . . . like nothing more than an animal. The brutal act perpetrated by her husband had evoked an eternal resentment in her which would be very, very hard, if not entirely impossible, to ever obliterate.
She could feel the quickening rhythm of her husband's deep anal thrusts, and his gutteral groans were resounding in the air of the room. But she was aware of nothing else. She no longer felt his talon-like clasp on her hips, didn't feel the surges of pounding penis in her back passage. She felt nothing and wanted nothing but the end to this horrible humiliation and torture.
At last it came. Burt was mewling incessantly now as he hammered into her from behind her helplessly kneeling body . . . And then, he moaned aloud.
"Oh Christ, move that hot little ass, move it . . . I'm there . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . cu . . . cum,,, CUMMING . . . AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" And he was there! His pistoning prick was exploding up inside her as the hot swirling sperm shot from the depths of his balls deep into her futilely clenched anal sheath, burning her anew ened legs seemed to accent the fleshy fullness of her supple thighs. "It's nothing more than a glorified swimsuit!" he continued to rail as he finished his coffee.
"Well, I can't help it," Darlene sighed, checking her tapestry shoulder bag to make sure she had everything, "Max said we were to wear them this week!"
"Max this! Max that! I'm sick of hearing about your goddamned Max. If you paid half as much attention to what I say as you do to Max-"
"For heavens sake, Burt," Darlene interrupted wearily, "don't nag at me like that. We've been through it all before and-"
"You don't even have time to listen to me anymore," Burt enjoined bitterly, "ever since you got that goddamned job. I don't mind too much having just cornflakes every morning, and even leftovers at night, but when you don't even listen-"
"Burt, for goodness sake, I told you already. I didn't have time to get bacon and you know I only go and get groceries on Saturdays. Now," she went on, glancing at the kitchen clock, "if you don't get gonig, you'll be late for work!"
"Why the hell should you care?" Burt growled savagely, "after all, if I am fired, you can always support us both with your lousy job!"
Before Darlene could retort, Burt had gone, slamming the hall door behind him vehemently, and she knew, from the violent gunning of the car motor, that he was still seething. Well, I cant help it, she assured herself, it's his fault for being so old-fashioned.
She applied her make-up carefully, sitting at the vanity in their bedroom, and once again cursed the dim inadequate lighting. She promised herself that with her very next paycheck, she'd get one of those special make-up mirrors, with different lighting for day wear, bright lights and candlelight. That was one of the compensations, she told herself as she deftly applied the soft grey eye shadow to her lids, bringing out the velvety hue of her eyes, already deepened by the silver of her outfit, being able to buy all the little luxuries she had to do without before.
She shaded in the new style plum shadow under her brows and then applied mascara liberally, even adding little twiggies to her under lids. Finally, she added colorless lip gloss, unable to bring herself to use the deep red lipsitck used by Brenda, the other girl in the boutique who had become her girlfriend at work. She had even gone so far as to buy deep ruby nail polish and matching lip-color, but having tried them surreptitiously in the bathroom, decided they were too glaring as it gushed on its way to pool far up inside her intestines.
Burt slammed against her with new velocity and she thought her back would break from the force of his climax. It seemed never ending, that stream of white, boiling liquid, but at last, he had emptied the final drop inside her and he slipped from her no longer virginal rectum, his penis limp and flaccid, and fell into an uneasy doze beside his outraged wife. Without as much as a backward glance at her husband, Darlene dragged herself up from the living room floor and wearily climbed the stairs to the safetv of the bedroom where she locked the door, before collapsing on the bed, dispirited and abused, and falling into a feverish sleep.
Chapter Three
Darlene didn't know how she got to work the next morning. She had wakened feeling that every bone in her body was crushed and it was an effort to drag herself towards the bathroom.
She didn't know where Burt had spent the night and didn't care. She only hoped she wouldn't see him this morning.
Having showered, she felt a little better, and did her best to disguise the bruises on her neck and thighs with make-up, because the flimsy cat suit seemed to hide nothing. Her back passage felt raw and enflamed and she still couldn't suppress a blush every time she thought of the dreadful act. At least her sleep, although restless, wa not disturbed with nightmares, and she was grateful for that. She was conscious of looking very pale, and there were dark shadows under her eyes from all the tears she had shed.
Going downstairs, she felt herself stiffen as she saw Burt sitting in the kitchen, drinking a solitary cup of coffee. He rose to his feet when he saw her.
"Look Darlene, I'm really sorry about what happened last night ... I don't know what came over me!" He looked really crestfallen and apologetic, but somehow, Darlene didn't care. She could hardly bring herself to look straight at him.
"Please Burt, I don't want to talk about it now!" she had answered wearily, reaching for the coffee-pot.
"It won't happen again . . ." Burt began miserably.
"Just forget it, will you?" Darlene snapped, conscious of sounding like a schoolteacher admonishing a naughty child, but she couldn't help it. She was relieved when a few minutes later Burt left without saying anything more about it. Somehow she just coudn't stand having any contact with him, not yet anyway, let alone talk about it. It was too horrifyingly close, too humiliating to voice out loud.
"You look as if you've been through the wringer."
Darlene was startled out of her melancholic reflection by Max's voice, and she looked up to see him staring at her. She knew she didn't look her best and hoped he wouldn't criticize her. She knew he liked herself and Brenda to look stunning when in the shop and he was some times critical when they had taken less care than usual with their appearance.
"I ... I don't feel so good today," she excused herself lamely. His gaze was so penetrating and after what had happened yesterday when she was sure he had divined her secret thoughts, she felt herself withering under his stare.
"Well, you certainly look terrible. Maybe a drink would help."
Darlene looked up gratefully. Although not accustomed to drinking, she knew that an occasional one relaxed her, and she was aware that Max kept a supply in the back room.
"Come out into the back," Max suggested, "we're not likely to be busy for a few minutes now."
Darlene was glad to leave the boutique, and let herself relax on the sofa in Max's office. Much as she loved her job, she found it a strain sometimes to be continually wearing a pleasant expression, to be always interested in what the customer said, wanted or thought.
"How about a Scotch and soda?" Max suggested and Darlene agreed. She found herself thinking how nice Max really was, although she admitted at first that she had found him a bit comical, wearing as he sometimes did, clothes that were much too young for him, because he wanted to identify with his customers, she supposed. Looking at him now, as he mixed the drinks, she found it hard to believe that he was nearing forty, because with his tall, muscular body and smooth handsome face, he looked more like a man in his late twenties. On any other day she would have thought it very strange to be sitting here, waiting for her boss to hand her a Scotch and soda, but after what happened last night, she didn't think she'd find anything strange in anything ever again.
"Let's hope this cheers you up!" Max said as he handed her a glass, and gratefully she sipped the strong liquid, feeling relaxation flooding through her almost right away.
Max sat down beside her on the sofa, sipping his own drink, making small talk with her. It was amazing how soothing the alcohol was. Her muscles seemed to untense, one after the other, and the quavering which was present in her intestines since last night was at last stilled. She found that her teeth had been clenched all along and now her jaw was beginning to relax.
"Did you have a big night out last night?" Max suddenly queried, looking interestedly at her.
"N . . . no, no, I didn't . . ." Darlene replied, forcing herself not to think about what had really happened.
"Then what happened to make you like this? You were like a nervous wreck when you first came in!"
"I . . . I'd rather not talk about it," she said finally, feeling pretty lousy for not telling him, after how kind he'd been.
"Okay, but sometimes it helps to talk about things. Puts them in perspective!"
What he was saying was true. She needed to talk to someone about it, so that she wouldn't have to carry the dreadful burden alone. And after all, he was an older man, probably married. He'd know all about these things and could tell her what she should do about it.
Darlene finished her drink in one long gulp. Yes, but could she stand telling a comparative stranger about what happened, tell him how her own husband had forced her to kneel like a slave in front of him while he had taken her anally? She shuddered at the thought and looked at Max who was studying her silently. Somehow, the remainder of the drink loosened her completely and dispelled the doubts she had been fostering, and as she looked at her boss, she found herself telling him the whole sordid story, unable to conceal the blush that rushed to her face as she confessed what had happened.
"You mean he fucked you in the ass?" Max said in what seemed to be an incredulous voice as he poured them another drink. And strangely, somehow, his lewd words didn't revulse her as they might have done. At last he understood what had happened and sympathized with her.
"You poor kid," he soothed, his arm reaching out and circling her shoulder as she lifted the glass heavily to her lips and drank. "What a bastard he must be!"
Darlene flinched momentarily at hearing her boss describe her husband in such terms but the feeling vanished almost immediately and instead she found herself dissolving into tears. Yes, he was a bastard, there was no doubt about that.
"There, there honey, don't cry . . ." Max soothed, and Darlene allowed him to draw her head onto his shoulder. She even found relief in sobbing her unhappiness out on his broad chest, feeling like a little girl again. Yes, she was glad she'd told him, almost a stranger, about the terrible thing her husband had done to her. He understood, just like she knew he would . . .
Max glanced down at the quivering young girl whose head was resting on his shoulder. He had had a hunch that something like that had happened, especially after he had caught her daydreaming yesterday. He had guessed that all wasn't right between Mrs. and Mr. Turner, and now, if he played his cards right, he could turn thier marital difficulties to the definite advantage of Mr. Max Temple . ..
"Honey, no man should treat a woman like that," he was saying, his hand stroking the soft blonde strands of her hair, the other arm still wrapped protectively around her shoulder, "a guy who'd hurt his wife like that should be locked up. What he did was almost animalistic, screwing you there in the rectum, forcing you to submit to him, debasing you like that.. ."
His voice was soothing as he droned on, and Darlene, in spite of the obscene words he vised, couldn't help agreeing with what he said. It was criminal, Burt's act, and she wished, oh how she wished, that it hadn't happened.
"He shouldn't be let get away with it ... no sir, he ought to be taught a lesson . . ." Max continued, and Darlene felt so relaxed under the soporific effect of his voice. She felt as if Max would take care of all her problems, and all she had to do was sit here, her head on his chest, while he stroked and caressed her breasts like an understanding father . . .
Yes! the thought struck home with startling reality. He was fondling her breasts, his fingers tweaking gently at the already erect nipples through the fabric of her outfit, stroking them with soft, featherlike touches. And she didn't mind it . . . she liked it ... it was all part of the comforting he was giving her for what she had gone through. It didn't mean anything really, it was just like squeezing her shoulder or stroking her hair. It felt just the same, too, nice and soothing and relaxing . . .
"He should be hurt and punished, too, the way he hurt you ... he should be humiliated, the way he mortified you when he made you bend over and spread your ass cheeks wide and rammed his thick cock into your tiny little asshole ..." The obscene words sent a flutter of excitement, unbidden, hurtling through Darlene and her dazed, liquor-relaxed brain wondered at her complacency. A fuzzy warning tried to make itself clear. She should get back to the shoj) now . . . she felt all right . . . she shouln't just sit here, revelling in Max's caresses, enjoying the touch of his hands on her breasts, her naked breasts . . . OH GOD, THEY WERE NAKED!
In her limp, mesmerized stupor, her boss had unzipped her romper suit and had unhooked her bra and now he was cupping the full swelling mounds of her nude breasts in his palms. Darlene could see the brownish nipples erect and hard, running between his fingers, the aureolas crinkled and excited from his touch. A wave of panic washed over her as she then felt his lips lock wetly on hers. Oh god, what was going on? She wanted to get up, to get away from this man who had so insidiously brought her to the point where he could fondle her naked breasts without objection from her, BUT SHE COULDN'T! Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stand up, to pull herself away from Max, to deprive herself of the wonderful feeling of being stroked and petted so softly, so under-standingly, like that ... she couldn't do without it... it had been so long . . .
"Oh Max, we shouldn't . . . please stop . . ." she moaned up into his open lips, hating to say the words, yet fearing not to.
"Why, honey? Why should we stop? Don't you deserve what pleasure you can get, after what you went through last night? Don't you need to have fun with another man when you can't have it with your husband? Don't you? Don't you?" Max's voice whispering into her mouth was again mesmerizing her emotion and liquor dazed mind and her body wanted to shout Yes! Yes! in response to his insistent question. But her brain, still faintly alert, was on the defensive. What she was doing was wrong . . . and two wrongs don't make a right. But she needed love and affection . . . she couldn't help herself.
Her body stiffened as she felt his hands glide down over her nakedly exposed stomach and come to rest at the waistband of her panties. Her cat suit was pushed down until it was gathered around her slightly open thighs and his fingers were insinuating themselves inside the elastic of her soft, flimsy panties.
"No! No!" she moaned as she felt the hand work lower, lower still until at last it came into electrifying contact with the first wisps of her curling blonde pubic fleece.
Darlene's mouth went suddenly dry against his, and her heart seemed to be pounding out of her ribcage. This couldn't be happening to her! She couldn't be sprawled here, letting a near-stranger caress her vagina with his fingers, but- "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh . . ." she gasped as she felt the first contact between his fingers and the wet pulsing flesh of her vagina. It was exquisite, a hot, burning touch and involuntarily, Darlene's momentarily tensed thighs relaxed limply and her fleece-covered pubic mound rose to meet the hotly cupping hand that completely covered the nakedly squirming area between her thighs now.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnn . . ." she sighed again as Max began to probe with his middle finger the warm wet recesses of her throbbing cunt, searching and nudging the velvety folds, dipping and swirling in her moistly responding depths. It was heaven! It was exquisite, but it was forbidden! She shouldn't be doing it! She must, she had to stop him now before it was too late, had to put a stop to this illicit probing of her genitals . . .
"No, Max, please stop, we shouldn't . . . please . . ." she pleaded, trying to reach down and pull on her discarded garment as his lips stayed wetly glued to hers.
"No, Darlene, we won't stop," Max said, his voice almost matter of fact, "why should we? You're enjoying this, it makes you feel good and it will do you good. Besides, it's too late to stop now . . . we're both too hot and worked up with my finger in your cunt. . .
And Oh god, yes, he was right again. It was too late to stop. Even if she wanted to, which she really didn't, she couldn't deny herself the surges of pleasure which were rushing up through her finger filled vagina. It was incredible, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Max had rolled down her panties completely now, so they and her cat suit were bunched up down around her knees, and her milk-white body was completely naked, half-lying on the sofa behind the boutique. Her legs were lewdly splayed open on the office couch, her breasts heaving, her long blonde hair in disarray, but she didn't care. Anyone might come in at any moment and see her like this, but she didn't care. Her body was completely out of control, given over to the violent waves of pleasure coursing through her, a wonderful antidote to the terrible agony she had undergone yesterday.
She groaned aloud as Max's agile fingers parted the softness of her pubic hair and found the hard, pulsating little tip of her clitoris and began to tease hotly against it. New tremors rippled lasciviously through her and a thin mast of perspiration coated her face. Her lips were dry and her eyes half-closed as he continued to rub and fondle the sensitive little bud, goading it into complete rigidity, sending heavy shoots of wildly flaming ecstasy scrambling through her.
"Oh Max, it's good . . ." she gasped faintly, "god, it's so good . . ."
The older man smiled triumphantly to himself as his fingers delved into the soft depths of his young blonde employee's now hungrily twitching cunt. He had her where he wanted her now, and before long, she'd be doing anything he wanted her to do with him . . . and others too . . .
Darlene trembled in anticipatory pleasure as she felt the soft fingertips hovering around the petal-shaped hole of her nakedly throbbing pussy, held in her breath as she felt them flick and tease at the sensitively exposed flesh, and then- "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH hhhhhgggglihhnnnnnnn . . ." she moaned as they suddenly plunged headlong into the squirming sheath where they swirled around tempestuously in an unabated fucking rhythm, thrilling the quivering girl beyond belief as her body swayed in lewd rhythm to the finger-fucking of Max Temple, her boss. Fires seemed to be burning in every part of her body as she gyrated and jerked her pelvis against the drumming fingers, her breasts bobbing, her mouth half-open, emitting incoherent mewls. Everything was forgotten, ignored, but the exquisite pleasure she was receiving.
She didn't care now that it was her new boss, a man she had almost just met, who was causing her such delight, that it was her boss' fingers that were jammed tightly up her churning cunt, that it was her boss who was watching with half-closed eyes the frenzied, naked writhing of her aroused body. No, none of that mattered, except the attainment of the orgasm she knew was lurking around the corner, the climax she was determined to enjoy.
"Oh God, Max, don't stop . . . I'm almost there . . ." her voice was hoarse and unrecognizable as her own and she could hardly believe that she had called out so lewdly. But even that was of no importance. He didn't stop ... he didn't stop his incredible manipulation of her genitals, didn't stop swirling his fingers around inside her desire-moistened pussy, didn't stop stroking the fiery bud of her aroused clitoris. He didn't stop and she was going to climax soon.
And then, at long last, she was there!
A loud penetrating wail resounded in the small back office, and for a split second, Darlene's body was suspended motionless, every nerve ending quivering almost unbelievably, the pounding of her heart like an electric drill, her features drained of color, before- "AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH . . . OH MAX! OH MAX! I'M THERRE ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M . . . AAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH ...!!!!"
And her body was flailing like a dervish, slithery and wet from exertion as wave after gigantic wave of unabashed pleasure washed over her, cleansing her of the pain and hurt she felt yesterday, infusing her flesh with new sensations, lifting her up onto fleecy clouds of infinite ecstasy, where she floated happily before her frame dissolved into a myriad pieces, each one quivering with untold passion. Dazzling lights blinded her eyes and she felt dizzy, her head swimming, as her body, now a separate entity, followed without thinking its hedonistic path of pleasure. It was unbelievable and Darlene was sure she'd never be the same again. At last, it was over, and her body reverted to a trembling frame of sensitive flesh, but with a difference. Now she was satiated, in a new and satisfying way, and she felt, as she drifted, oblivious to everything, into a light doze, that she had taken an irrevocable step forward into the tempting world of adultery and unfettered sexual excesses . . .
Chapter Four
Burt sat in the car, hesitating, postponing the minute when he would stroll around the corner and walk up to the door of the boutique. It wasn't that he was having second thoughts about what he was going to do; it was just that he hoped that Darlene wouldn't rebuke him. If she did, he didn't know what he'd do; all he had counted on was her forgiving him. The day had been a terrible one for him. He couldn't forgive himself for what he did. There was absolutely no excuse for his animalistic behavior.
Only a savage would fuck his wife in the ass like he did last night, he accused, and Darlene couldn't really be blamed for giving him the cold shoulder this morning. After all, why should she forgive him? He'd acted in a thoughtless, cruel way, even though she had given him provocation. Throughout the day at work he had wracked his brain in an attempt to come up with some way of assuaging her feelings, and had, in the end, decided to pick her up at the boutique after work and take her out for dinner. Then he'd beg her pardon, and swear to make it all up to her. He would; he had learned his lesson and found that uncontrolled temper unearthed a far sinister side to him than he'd suspected existed, and he wasn't going to cater to that diabolic side of his personality for one minute.
Stubbing out his cigarette, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, not bothering to lock it, as it was already six o'clock, the time the boutique closed. There was no sigh of activity in the brightly-painted shop, and Burt thought, for a sinking moment, that he had missed Darlene. But just then, a slender figure emerged from the store and locked the door behind her. With a pang of regret, Burt saw that it was not Darlene.
"Excuse me," he began tentatively, "I'm looking for Darlene-Darlene Turner."
"Oh, she went home at lunch time" the dark girl answered brightly, "she's on mornings only this week!"
"Christ, I completely forgot!" Burt swore, inwardly cursing his mistake. Now his plan was all ruined. Darlene probably wouldn't even speak to him when he got home-he had depended on the element of surprise in picking her up at the shop to shake her out of her carefully collected feelings. Just mi/ goddamned luck ... he raged silently.
"Can I help you ... or is it personal?" the girl asked quietly, and for the first time, Burt really looked closely at her. "I'm Brenda Greene and I also work here. Guess you might call me her girlfriend."
Burt continued to stare at the girl that he remembered Darlene mentioning, and noticed for the first time that she was very attractive. There was something little-girlish about her face, while at the same time it was hauntingly feminine. She was wearing a deceptively innocent dress of some sheer fabric, which accentuated the full curves of her body, and Burt thought with a wry smile that she must have changed out of the ridiculous romper suit that Max made them wear.
"No," he answered at last, "I'm . . . ah . . . I'm Darlene's husband, and I just thought I'd pick her up. But as you can see, I forgot she's working mornings this week."
"Well, sorry I couldn't help you," Brenda smiled, her eyes appreciative of the handsome, slightly worried looking man blocking her way.
"Look, can I give you a lift anywhere?" he suggested suddenly, feeling at a loose end now that his plan had backfired.
"Well, that's sweet of you," Brenda murmured, "I get pretty tired of riding that damn bus home." They walked silently to where Burt's car was parked and then Brenda gave him directions.
They drove along rather sedately, making small talk, but Burt's mind was on Darlene. At least he wouldn't be late tonight, so she couldn't complain about that. But if she locked herself up in the bedroom like she did last night, there'd be no hope of reconciliation. He wished that they could talk more freely, get to the bottom of what was bothering them both. But communication seemed to have fallen through between them and they were like strangers, a far cry from the days when an hour was a long time to be apart. He shook his head slowly, at a loss to understand what had happened to them.
"Well, here we are!" Brenda piped in suddenly and Burt braked in front of a row of brick townhouses, in a street he recognized as one fairly popular with young people.
"How about a drink? As a sort of thank-you?" Brenda suggested, and Burt hesitated. If he accepted, he might be late home again and then Darlene would be really mad; but on the other hand, she probably didn't care when he got home; she would just ignore him anyway. Well, why not? he asked himself again, I sure could do with one.
"Good idea," he replied and followed Brenda into one of the buildings, where it turned out she had a self-contained apartment on the second floor. The commonplace exterior of the building had not prepared him lor Brenda's apartment and he stood on the threshhold, a gasp stifled on his lips as he looked around him. The apartment was just one large room, like a loft, and huge Marimekko prints adorned the walls. The ceiling was covered in aluminum squares, which reflected the brilliant colors of the wall coverings, and the windows were blocked out by white filigree screens.
A long low sofa was concealed beneath thick, luxuriant furs, as were several leather sling chairs. At the far end of the room, near the kitchen area, a low slung sisal hammock reached from wall to wall, and just as Burt was looking at it in amusement, a beautiful snow-white Saluki leapt up from it with incredible grace and bounded towards Brenda. Burt had only seen pictures of the exotic animals, and was speechless at the almost ethereal beauty of the stunning hound, whose long feathery ears and plumed tail gave it the appearance of a mythical creature. After a moment, the silvery dog pranced towards the door and bounded down the stairs.
"That's Isadora, isn't she fabulous?" Brenda exclaimed fondly, and Burt could only nod. He didn't know what to say. He'd never seen an apartment like this one, and as he sank into one of the sling chairs, he realized that his first impression, that of a garish, over-done room, was a wrong one. It was strangely relaxing in that over-sized room, the weird ceiling, the furs, the colorful fabric on the walls all combining to create a soothing, if exotic atmosphere.
"How about rum and lemon?" Brenda called from the kitchen end of the apartment. "I make it a rule never to offer Scotch or Bourbon- that's all people ever seem to have!"
"That'll be fine," Burt answered with a laugh, realizing that rum would go down just fine on a day as hot as this one.
Brenda approached with two tall frosted glasses and Burt gladly accepted one. Brenda seated herself on the low sofa and they sat sipping their drinks in companionable silence. In fact, Burt could think of nothing to say. It struck home that Brenda was a total stranger, the only link between them being Darlene, and he certainly didn't want to talk about her.
Every now and again he glanced at the lovely young woman a few feet away from him, and he pondered over how different she was from Darlene. She was even more attractive than his own wife, in a striking way and there was something very alluring about her, a kind of sensual aura . . . Burt checked himself when he found his thoughts running on those lines. He had enough problems of his own without harboring any ideas on that score!
"Excuse me for a moment!" Brenda said suddenly and, rising from the sofa, disappeared behind an intricately stitched screen of Chinese silk. The beautiful white dog returned while Brenda was absent, and immediately stretched out on the floor at Burt's feet. Burt experienced a moment of fear, having read that that particular breed was not notable for friendliness and he wondered if he should make an attempt to pet the silken coat, or just ignore the animal completely.
"I just had to slip into something more comfortable," Brenda explained as she appeared from behind the screen, and Burt gasped audibly when his eyes rose to meet her. She was wearing a very short violet colored peignoir, of frothy sheet nylon, and her small, dainty feet were stuck carelessly into matching mules. Her glossy black hair was loose now, falling in feathery tendrils around her ivory, swan-like neck. The tops of her creamy breasts were just visible above the soft fabric of her garment, and Burt's eyes dropped involuntarily to where her perfectly sculpted thighs appeared like alabaster columns from the hem of the robe. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was conscious suddenly of a prickly heat all over, and wondered vaguely if it was the rum taking an unaccustomed affect on him. He found himself speechless.
"Don't you find it warm in here?" she whispered, opening her peignoir a little, revealing more of the enticing milky whiteness of her curved breasts.
"N-no, I'm all right ... in fact, I'd better be going . . ." his voice trailed off helplessly. He was amazed at his own indecision. He wanted to get going, to be home at a reasonable hour, so as not to upset Darlene unduly, and yet at the same time, he felt compelled to stay with the enigmatic Brenda for a few minutes more.
"Oh don't go just yet . . . you've only just arrived!" Brenda whispered huskily, moving towards him in a froth of lavender chiffon. Burt was mesmerized by the approaching vision, and the heavy fragrance of her scent intoxicated him as it wafted over to him. He squirmed back against the fur of the sling chair, strange feelings coursing like uncontrolled imps through him.
"Brenda, t-thanks for the drink . . . I've really . . ." he stammered inconsequentially, unable to assert himself properly.
"It's you I want to thank, for driving me home," Brenda murmured, her voice suddenly low and sultry.
"Oh, it was nothing, honestly," Burt protested, feeling strangely inadequate, like an adolescent.
"Well, I really appreciated it, and I'd really like to show my appreciation!" She was beside his chair now, half-reclining against the side of it, and her hand was draped across the back. Burt was instantly aware of her nearness, of the proximity of her soft feminine flesh, of the exotic aroma of her perfume. She reminded him of some kind of she-devil, casting a spell over him, rendering him powerless to resist her lure.
"Y-you did ... I mean . . . that drink . . ." he faltered again, his throat suddenly arid.
"Oh, that was nothing," Brenda laughed, a deep throaty laugh, "I've got another way in mind . . ."
"Wha . . .?" Burt whispered, his eyes locked with hers, breathtakingly aware of the heavy thudding of his heart.
"Another way of showing my appreciation, silly," Brenda chuckled, her hand suddenly dropping to lightly caress his shoulder through the fabric of his summer shirt. A feeling like an electric current bolted through Burt from her touch, and a scarlet flush blazed his face. Her long slender fingers continued to massage his neck, and he wondered if he was dreaming. What was going on? What did she have in mind?
"You know you're a very attractive man," she whispered, her mouth suddenly agonizingly close to his ear. Hot waves of apprehension mixed with excitement washed through him.
"And . . . and you're a very . . . very sexy woman!" He'd meant to say "beautiful" and yet somehow the other word had escaped. He couldn't help it. She was definitely beautiful and yet there was something else, an overpowering aura of sexual excitement, of mysterious promise, which somehow heightened with closeness, instead of just the opposite. However, she didn't seem to mind the unorthodox epithet and her hand never stopped its exciting lingering caresses.
"And I have a special way of showing how I appreciate an attractive man ..." She was leaning closer to him now, and he could see the soft raised mounds of her slightly heaving breasts, ! r'ght down to the darkness of the aureolas. A ' shiver cavorted along his spine, and he experienced a sudden intense longing to reach out and grab those gorgeous globes, and squeeze them in his palms, feel the hardness of her nipples with his fingers, run his fingertips along the crinkled brown skin . . .
"Listen!" Burt said with sudden harshness, his rampant thoughts dementing him. "I've got to get going-NOW!"
"But why, Burt?" Brenda whimpered tearfully. "You mustn't like me . . . you don't want me to thank you ..."
"I do, Brenda, I do, but . . ." Burt couldn't trust himself to look at her, for fear he couldn't restrain himself from reaching out and pulling that luscious body close to him. He could almost feel its supple softness melting against him, feel the thrust of her breasts, the sweep of her thighs as their flesh fused into one . . .
"But what?" Brenda persisted, her eyes very bright, her breath quickening.
Burt sighed. What the hell kind of game was she playing? Didn't she know the effect she was having on him, standing there in a provocative robe hke that? After all, he was only flesh and blood . . . there was a limit to what he could take!
"You know very well, Brenda," he said evenly, "what would happen if I stayed. After all, I'm a red-blooded man, and you're not a child, either. You can't expect-"
Burt's chastising words were cut short with icy speed as his breath stopped for a moment and his mouth hinged open. He couldn't believe it, but it was happening. At first he had thought it was his imagination, but it wasn't . . . HEB HAND WAS ON HIS COCK!
Her touch was like a branding iron on his flesh and his imprisoned prick leapt into sudden and instant erection, growing under her hand, and a crimson flush crept up and reddened his face. He continued to gape at her aghast, unable to say a word, wanting her to take away her hand, and yet desperately afraid that she would do so.
"Mmmmmmm
that didn't take long," she murmured happily, her face dreamy.
"What didn't take long?" Burt repeated stupidly, his reason deserting him, banished by the exquisite rays of pleasure shooting out to every part of his body.
"For you to get an erection . . ." Brenda laughed, and then, to Burt's disbelief, he felt her draw down the zipper and release the throbbing burden of her inflated genitals.
"Brenda . . ."he began dazedly, aware that his full, blood-engorged penis was standing out rigidly from the base of his stomach, and not knowing what to do.
"Ooohhh .... it's nice and big, just like I thought it would be, Burt . . ." Her voice was almost childish in its delight and he was astonished at her remark. Good God, what sort of woman was she? Then her warm sinewy fingers closed hotly around the palpitating rod of his masculinity, her palms warm and perspiring slightly.
"Ooooohhh, Christ
"he moaned inad- vertently from the sudden delicious contact.
Her fingers were like icy kisses on his pulsing flesh, while at the same time like slivers of mol- ten heat around his naked cock. He closed his eyes, allowing a tide of pleasure to rise up and engulf him completely, blanking his brain and infusing his body with incredible ecstasy.
Dimly, he was aware of the pressure she was exerting on his organ, of the feathery strokes she was showering on the thick shaft, and moan after moan of joy escaped his lips. He sank back in the chair, aware of nothing but the intoxicat- ing touch of this incredible woman.
Brenda smiled down at the euphoric man sprawled in her chair. Lucky Darlene, to have such a handsome husband, she thought without rancour, but maybe she won't mind a little sharing . . .
Burt was in a world of his own. His body was afire with pleasure, and his prick felt as if it would explode from the pressure that was building up inside it. He had never reached such a peak so quickly, and knew now that passion had been lurking beneath the surface of his exterior, carefully schooled into place by his ever-watching subsconscious, and had finally burst into fully-alive arousal at her unexpected touch. He had tried to sublimate the incredible attraction that Brenda had for him from the moment he had seen her, because of his preoccupation with Darlene, but obviously that force had been stronger than he was. Now, it didn't matter . . .
A moan of disappointment escaped his lips as he felt her velvety caresses cease, and he was afraid to open his eyes, for fear the wonderful dream was over. It couldn't be ... it just couldn't!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh
"he gasped in- voluntarily and his eyes flew open suddenly as he felt the first fire like lash of her tongue against the heated flesh of his throbbing cock.
He could hardly believe it-the gorgeous young girl was actually licking his prick! Her long pink tongue swirled hotly and wetly around Ins palpitating hardness, sucking and washing it with her saliva, rooting down among his dark wiry pubic hairs, curling teasingly under the edges of the bulbous head, coating the squirming sac of his scrotum with loving sweeps.
"Oh God . . . Oh God, it's fantastic . . ." he gasped, his eyes closed once more as he abandoned himself completely to the unbelievable sensations which were once more taking over his relaxing body. He held his breath as once again the excruciating movements stopped and then a new shudder of convulsive pleasure spasmed through him as he felt the gently nibbling movements of her lips as they closed in around the blood-filled trunk, grasping the flesh tightly just beneath the head, covering it with her lipstick and warming the spongy flesh with her sweet scented breath.
Then she had raised her head and enclosed just the smooth rubbery head in her warm, buttery mouth, and then with slow deliberate bobbing motions began to slide the huge organ in and out of the heated velvety cavern. Her lower lip pulled against the veinous underside as the long pole slid out of her mouth, until just the head was still imbedded, and then she bobbed her head down again, taking almost all of it inside her widely ovaled lips again, causing the tip to touch against her larynx, and the wisps of his pubic hairs to graze against her face.
Burt looked down in complete wonderment at the unbelievable girl who was now on her knees before him, her shapelv lips ovalled around the vibrating lipstick colored shaft of his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, her face a faint pink. Her cheeks filled as she took more and more of the huge weapon inside her, and Burt thought that she would surely choke, but she didn't seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to be revelling in the act she was performing. Isadora, the Saluki dog, was awake now and was watching the proceedings with apparent interest, her large brown eyes fastened on his wife's working companion's face. Her silky coat served as a cushion for the girl's feet, and Burt was surprised to find that he didn't mind the scrutiny of the exotic animal; in fact, it added to the bizarre excitement of the whole scene.
The hungry milking motions of Brenda's hotly clinging lips were more spasmodic now and the tempo of her head bobbing up and down increased now. Her fingers were curled around the thick stubby base and his heavy, sperm laden balls were clasped in her palm, and were being kneaded with inciting, rhythmic caresses. Burt had never experienced anything like it in his life. Certainly never with Darlene, he thought with a trace of bitterness. He was sorry that he had to think of her at this moment, but she had come unbidden into his head. He was glad now that she hadn't been there at the boutique when he'd driven there.
Why should he he the one to make up? She was as much at fault as he was, so why shotddn't she make some overtures of reconciliation as well? He'd tried this morning, hut to no avail; he wasn't going to demean himself by crawling to her just because he had lost his head and ass fucked her . . .
His body was a churning inferno of incredible, sexually sparked sensations as his wife's girlfriend continued her incomparable sucking and licking of his cock, and Burt thought he'd go beserk from the exquisite agony that was building up in his loins. He'd never felt like this before and he was revelling in the new feelings, enjoying the complete surrender his body had made to the passions that were wracking through him. It was as if the tension of the past few weeks had suddenly decided to transform itself into equivalent arousal and his whole being was united in expresssing passionate relief.
"Christ, Brenda . . . you're terrific . . . my cock is ready to explode . . ." His voice was hoarse and gasping and his breath was becoming heavier and heavier. His face was crimsoned from his rising excitement and his eyes were smoky and glazed. His hands rose up suddenly and tangled themselves cruelly in her raven locks, forcing her face even further down on his jerking prick, forcing her to take more and more of his tormented penis into her greedily sucking mouth. Her fingers continued their convulsive squeezing of his balls and he thought that she'd yank them right oft from her furious pumping. He could see that the front of her negligee was completely open, and he caught a glimpse of her full creamy breasts, heaving and glistening with a faint sheen of perspiration.
He caught a hint of the smooth line of her supple body, and through the dim of his lust-hazed eyes, he thought he could see the first dark wisps of her pubic thatch. The thought that she was half-naked as she knelt before him added immeasurably to his pleasure and his brain was inflamed with images of her perfectly molded body as it would look completely without covering. He felt like grabbing the soft luscious curves, pulling her to him without further ado, but the clamoring in his ever growing prick prevented him from doing anything that might affect his impending climax.
He knew he was almost there; he could feel it in his bones, and there' was no disputing the tremors of excruciating pleasure which were shaking his frame. He wanted the act to last; wanted to draw it out as long as possible, to get as much pleasure as he could from the unexpected occasion, and yet at the same time he wanted to know the overwhelming joy that he knew was approaching. Suddenly, he was sure he could hold back no longer. There was a blinding light behind his eyes, and he was vaguely aware of his own voice shrieking out incoherently . . .
And he was cumming! His body stiffened like a poker and held there for an instant before dissolving into a series of ripples like a whiplash as thousands of tiny spasms shuddered through him, shaking his body like a leaf in a high wind, dragging high-pitched incoherent screams from his arid throat as his frenzied cock began an uncontrollable jerking as the first gush of roiling sperm erupted from the churning mass of his balls and cascaded into Brenda's eagerly mouth. Torrent after torrent of the streaming lava flowed into her hungrily swallowing throat, so much so that she had to gulp greedily in order to absorb it all without choking, and even then, tiny droplets of it managed to escape and trickle slowly out the corners of her tightly clinging lips.
And still it came, each tremendous spasm causing another jet of fluid to rush along the wildly jerking tube of his prick and flood into the warmly accepting chasm of her mouth. Burt was in euphoria; he had never experienced such a total and absolute emptying of his balls as this one and he thought his back would snap in two from the frenetic exertion of his overwhelming release. Finally, it was over. He had drained his last into his wife's girlfriend's willingly open lips, and with a grunt, he sank back in the chair, his rapidly deflating cock now limp and soft. He closed his eyes, trying to hold on for as long as possible to the delirious feelings he had experienced, not willing to look again on the cold light of day.
After what seemed an interminable moment, he once again felt the warm touch of Brenda's hand on his still inert organ.
"Burt?" his name was whispered and urgent.
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found the exciting young woman leaning over him. "There are other things I can do to show my appreciation . . ." Her smile was inviting and mysterious.
"What? What else?" Burt mumbled, his voice excited and disbelieving.
"Oh, many things . . ." Brenda smiled, her full, sperm glistening lips drawing nearer to kiss him full on the mouth, her own desire drenched cunt grinding against his cock as she began once more to show her appreciation . . .
Chapter Five
Darlene decided to walk to work the next morning. It wasn't really that far and besides, she hoped the brisk walk would clear her brain. She didn't want to admit to herself, either, that she was postponing the moment when she would have to walk in the door of the boutique and confront Max Temple. After what happened yesterday, she felt she'd rather die than face him again. She'd toyed with the idea of calling in sick, but knew that it was a cowardly way out and would only prolong the agony. No, better to face the music . . . and take the consequences. She could hardly bring herself to think about what happened.
Even the debacle of the previous evening when Burt had so brutally raped her rectum paled in comparison with what she herself had done yesterday. Even now her face crimsoned at the thought of how she had writhed unashamedly under Max's lewd fingering of her nakedly presented vagina. How could I? she asked herself for perhaps the hundredth time. She knew that the strong drinks she'd imbibed had a lot to do with it, plus Max' persuasive personality, and yet she could not deny that the bulk of the responsibility, and therefore the blame, rested squarely on her shoulders. It was her own inherent weakness that had caused her to succumb so lasciviously to another man's seductive stripping of her passion aroused body. Now that she had her own guilt to consider, her husband's action didn't seem half so bad. She knew that she had provoked him, and was sorry. Of course, what he had done was terrible, but nevertheless he had become enraged to the point beyond control, and she had perhaps deliberately goaded him into it. It wasn't a pretty picture of herself, but it was a true one. When she had got home yesterday, she had forced herself to think over things calmly, and had decided to try and make up with Burt when he came home from work.
Although she felt that he was mostly to blame, she decided to swallow her pride and bring about a reconciliation, and try, from then on, to be the wife he wanted, and if he really insisted after that, she would give up her job-that would be the price she would have to pay for her transgression.
But things hadn't worked out that way. Burt hadn't come home until some unearthly hour in the morning-in fact, she was barely awake when he did slip into bed beside her, and then they both overslept this morning and he had rushed off to work in a foul humor. Of course she wondered where he had been until such a late hour last night, and couldn't help feeling that he had stayed away so that he wouldn't have to face her . . . but nevertheless, she still planned to call a truce to their differences this very evening, as soon as he came home. But now her boss, Max Temple had to be faced.
There was nothing else for it really, except act as if nothing had happened. That would be difficult; she felt she only had to look at him to remember how her naked hips had churned and gyrated wildly as his middle finger plunged far up into her body; how she had screamed out her orgasm as her vagina had clasped shamelessly around the pleasure-giving digit ... oh God, it was too terrible to think about it. There was no point in asking herself why she had done it, what had come over her ... it was obvious! She hated herself for letting herself get into the position of being overpowered by a drink, of letting her feelings show through when she should have kept them to herself. She even felt dreadful about telling a near-stranger about her husband and her private affairs. How could I have been so stupid?
She was aware of her walking slowing down as she approached the shopping center. No, she'd just have to be as cold and distant as she could; show her boss that yesterday was all a mistake, and that nothing like that would ever happen again. If he got angry over her coolness, then she'd just have to resign-if he didn't fire her first. She blinked back tears at the thought of losing the job she loved so much, but knew that there was no other way out. Stoically, she resolutely headed towards the boutique, her heart thumping, her face set and drawn.
Max Temple kept his eyes glued on the front door. He came to the boutique early this morning, wanting to be there before Darlene arrived. All night long he couldn't stop thinking about his new young married employee. There was something elusive about her, some mysterious quality which made him want to know more. He'd been surprised at how hot she'd become after he started finger fucking her; expert that he was, he never guessed the explosive interior that lurked beneath that cool countenance. Now she really intrigued him. Of course she had right from the first, when she came for the interview. There was something different about her, and although she wasn't quite appropriate for the job, or so he thought at the time, he was determined to find out more about her. Her milk and honey complexion, her calm un-fluttered manner, all aroused his interest ... he had a penchant for disturbing the tranquillity of girls like Darlene, of showing them just how much they needed a strange man now and then, even they swore to themselves that could be true to their husbands and were complete without one. Oh yes, he had a long way to go with this little number...
His eyes lit up when he saw her step hesitantly up to the door and he instinctively sensed her apprehension as she slowly came into the shop.
"Good morning, Darlene!" he called brightly, "how do you feel today?" His question seemed innocuous enough, but Darlene couldn't help flushing.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said in what she hoped was an icy voice.
Max smirked to himself, pleased to see her composure ruffled.
"I hope you're none the worse for our little . . . ah . . . indiscretion yesterday!"
Darlene's face turned a chalky white, and she had difficulty controlling her voice. Oh God, was he not going to let her forget, the momentary lapse of her morals?"
"Please, I'd rather not talk about it," she said pleadingly, afraid to look at him.
"Well, I would like to talk about it, honey," Max grinned, nibbing his hands together. "You sure were a sight, all naked with your legs spread, and your hot little pussy just dying for my fingers to fuck it until it exploded . . ."
"Oh stop it!" Darlene begged, tears spilling down her cheeks. "It was all a mistake ... I was ... I was drunk!"
"I know you were, baby, but that didn't stop you from enjoying having my fingers fucking up inside your tight little cunt. . ."
A flush of embarrassment reddened Darlene's face. Oh, why couldn't he stop, stop using those horrible words, let her forget. . .
She gasped aloud as she felt his hard unyielding grip on her arm and desperately she tried to push him away.
"Let me go!" she shrieked suddenly, fear rising inside her like a leaden blanket.
"Why, honey? Yesterday you didn't mind it . . ." Max's voice was slightly belligerent now and his face was ominously close to hers.
"I didn't! I didn't! It was a mistake, please let me go, please Max . .."
"Not so fast, baby," Max leered again, and then his mouth was smashing down on hers, crushing her lips in a tight savage kiss that cut off her breath and panicked her to the very marrow of her bones. A feeling of revulsion swamped her and she thought she'd faint away from his grinding kiss and from the sickening feeling of his hands roaming freely over her quivering body.
At last, presence of mind returned to her, and with a swift movement, she delivered a hard stinging kick to his shin with her heavy soled shoes, and he jerked back, his voice raised in obscenities.
"You fucking little bitch . . . how dare you do that to me!"
Darlene backed against the wall, afraid of what she had done, wondering if she should leave now or try to bluff her way out of it. But she had no choice, for Max grabbed her once more with vicious suddenness, and without a word, dragged her towards the small back office.
"No! No! Stop! Stop!" she yelled furiously, but it was no use.
Her enraged employer was deaf to her cries and he shoved her bodily into the office, slamming the door shut behind them. He glared at her with cold fury in his eyes, his chest heaving, his hands doubled into fists.
"You little firebrand, I'll show you whose boss around here!"
"Let me go!" Darlene commanded, her voice cold. "You can't get away with this."
"Baby, after what I did yesterday, I can get away with anything . . ." his voice was a cold, lacivious sneer.
"Let me out of here," Darlene said again, ignoring his remark, and heading resolutely for the door.
"Not so fast, honey, you and I have a little talking to do first," Max insisted, holding her firmly by the wrist, his face angry. But there was something else mirrored in his face-something which frightened Darlene even more . . . she caught a glimpse of naked animal, lust!
"I . . . I've nothing to say to you," she protested weakly, fear growing inside her.
"I think you do, especially after you hear what I've got to say first." Max's vo:ce was oily and persuasive and Darlene shivered with apprehension. Why couldn't he leave her alone?
"You and I got along pretty well yesterday, didn't we, honey," he went on, his eyes searching hers, "so I said to myself, why not get really acquainted with the frustrated little Mrs. Turner!"
Darlene's eyes widened in horror as she stared back at him. What did he mean? What ' terrible thing did he have on his mind?
"So how about, it, honey? How about us picking up where we left off yesterday?"
"I d-don't know w-what you mean . . ." she faltered helplessly, her eyes reflecting the terrible terror growing inside her.
"Sure you do, baby. Just think how much you I liked my fingers inside that hot cunt of yours yesterday. You can't deny that you did. I'm sure you'd really dig my cock in there ..."
"NO!" Darlene's scream resounded in the room jolting even herself with its intensity. Desperate, she tried to struggle, tried to get away from this disgusting man who was saying such obscene things to her. Oh, how coidd she have ever thought him nice yesterday ...
"You wouldn't like that husband of yours to hear about our little game yesterday, now would you?" Max taunted, his voice sinister.
"My h-husband?" Darlene whispered disbelievingly. "You wouldn't! Oh, you couldn't!"
"Why not? There's nothing to stop me telling him just what went on . . ."
"He wouldn't believe you!" she hurled without much conviction.
"Oh I don't know," Max mused, "somehow, from what you told me, he doesn't seem to be very reasonable, especially as far as you are concerned. In fact, I might be inclined to think he was the downright jealous type .. ."
He was right! Darlene realized with a sinking heart. Burt would be only too glad to grasp at something which would blacken her further. He'd kill her . . .
"Oh please Max," she began again, trying to be wheedling, "please don't make me do anything like that. .."
Max laughed, a coarse chilling laugh, which sent shivers racing up Darlene's spine. Instinctively she knew she'd get no mercy from him.
"You just be a good girl," Max soothed, his hand caressing her shoulder, his eyes devouring her quivering body, "and you won't get hurt .. ."
Suddenly, he grabbed her towards him again and once more she felt the crushing weight of his mouth bruising down on hers. This time she didn't struggle ... it was no use; it would only make things worse. Perhaps, if she appeared to acquiesce, he wotdd stop after a kiss or two ...
Max sensed her submission and was exultant. The little bitch is playing right into my hands Darlene flinched as she felt his hands grasp her breasts, stifled a cry as he squeezed them hard, was aware of the treachery in her nipples as they rose into turgidity. Her head was swimming, and she wondered if she was only having a nightmare. It couldn't be real, it was too terrible . . .
"No! No! Please no!" she called out suddenly as she felt his hand lower the zipper of her catsuit. Vainly, she tried to resist, to wriggle away from him, but it was futile. He was holding her firmly, and her flesh crawled as the soft garment fell away and she felt his bare hands on her exposed skin. Tears brimmed her eyes as the satiny outfit slid down her body, revealing the shining whiteness of her bra, further still to expose the lace of her thin white panties, still lower till it was discarded on the floor. Darlene felt like hiding under a stone; anything to get away from the crude lustful stare of this ; deranged man. His eyes were boring into her breasts, hungrily taking in every inch of the creamy flesh and revulsion threatened to nauseate her as she stood there, feeling like a beast ; at a market.
She groaned piteously as she felt his impatient fumbling at the clasp of her bra, and humiliation poured through her as she felt her full ripe breasts fall free and shrivel in the unaccustomed air. She heard his quick intake of breath as he stared at the lovely rounded globes and she was filled with new self-loathing at the degradation of her position. Disgust shuddered through her as she stood there, almost completely naked, her face burning with shame. She had never felt anything like the debasement she was undergoing now. Her boss, Max's, eyes burned like red coals into her flesh and she could feel his hot breath searing into her trembling skin. His hands reached up and caressed the smooth curve of her waist and then dropped lingeringly to fondle the flared softness of his hips. She moaned again, a piteous, futile moan as she felt his fingers scratch at the, waistband of her panties and then he was easing them down, his breath ragged at the enthralling sight of her exposed nudity.
Hoping against hope, she turned tear-filled eyes to him.
"Oh please Max, I'll do anything . . . but not this . . . please not this . . . Burt would kill me Her plea was answered by a coarse guffaw, and Darlene knew that there was no hope. He was without mercy, without a shred of compassion as far as she was concerned. He was fully intent on getting his own way and there was nothing she could do about it. Hoplessness swept over her and her body was once more wracked with sobs. She was his to do with what he wished, and there was no way of stopping him. She was a puppet in his hands and all because of her own weakness in succumbing to his lewd fingering of her traitorous vagina yesterday. Dear God, what have I done to deserve this? her brain screamed uncomprehendingly, and then she winced suddenly, her blood running cold, as she felt the first insidious touch of Max's fingers as they brushed against her fearfully quivering pubic mound. Without hesitation, and with the confidence of familiarity, they dipped lower still, insinuating themselves between the moist soft folds of her cringing little pussy. Oh God, it was just like yesterday, only then she had enjoyed it, and now, she liated it. . . she couldn't stand him touching her there in a place that by all rights belonged only to her husband .
She was bereft of tears now. There was no feeling left inside her, just an aching numbness and a sense of unreality, that this wasn't really happening. None of this would have happened, she castigated herself, if I had listened to Burt in the first place, and the knowledge that she alone was almost completely to blame for her predicament made matters unbearable.
Max's fingers were probing more insistently in the soft inner reaches of her tense vagina, and miserable though she felt, Darlene could not suppress the tremor of response that shivered through her mutinous body. Against her will, she found her loins beginning to establish a tiny responsive churning rhythm in answer to his manual stroking, and heat was rising in her feverish pubic area, sending hated little ripples of pleasure scurrying along her thighs. Her cheeks crimsoned at the knowledge of her body's submission and yet there was nothing she could do about it.
Max continued to stare at her steaming body, scarcely aware of her acquiescence, consumed with the fury of his own tumultuous passion. His cock felt like a lighted stick of dynamite and the exciting proximity of the lovely married young woman, plus the success of his seductive scheme, made him impatient and urged him to move faster. But he cautioned himself to take his time and not rush things ... it would be all the sweeter for the delay. But unable to stand it any longer, he unzipped his pants and his huge, thick cock rose up excitedly, fully erect, the head red and bulbous, the long tube veinous and swollen. Darlene heard the whirr of the zipper and instinctively her eyes flew to her employer's crotch. Her eyes widened in undisguised horror and her mouth hung open in terror as she saw the heavy, throbbing rod of flesh. God! She had never seen anything so big! It was enormous.
"Big, isn't it, honey?" Max leered, as if reading her thoughts, his fingers closing around the wide, basal circumference. Darlene couldn't take her eyes away from it, staring at it in lewd fascination as it danced before her like a mocking cobra. Involuntarily, she pulled back, struggling to release herself from Max's grasp, her eyes still glued on the palpitating shaft in front of her.
"Hey not so fast . . ." Max called blindly, reaching out for her awkwardly, taken off guard by her sudden movement, Darlene gasped and made a desperate attempt to run, but her almost-discarded garment was still tan- ) gled about her ankles, and with appalling swiftness, the floor was rising up to meet her.
With a sickening thud, she landed on the rug, arms and legs akimbo, and when the swirling in her head stopped she looked up to see Max hovering over her, a malicious look of triumph contorting his face.
"You can't get away from me, baby . . . you might as well face it . . ." he leered, running his thick wide tongue over his lips in anticipatory glee.
"No . . . No . . ." Darlene whimpered, her voice a mere whisper, and her heart sunk to the pit of her stomach as she realized that what her boss said was true. She couldn't get away from him . . . Dimly, she wondered if she should try screaming, in the hope that a customer would hear her and come rushing to the rescue. But Max, once more as if he was reading her thoughts, interrupted.
"Now there'll be nothing to disturb us . . . that "Closed Till 1:00" sign I put on the door will make sure of that..."
He had thought of everything. He must have planned all this, this morning, before I came in, she reflected dismally, cursing herself again for being such a naive little fool.
Darlene had no time to protest when she saw Max settle himself on his hands and knees beside her, his huge desire-hardened penis waving menacingly in front of him. His face was drawing nearer to her and panicked, Darlene tried to avert hers; but it was too late. His mouth came crashing down on her lips, cutting off her breath with abrupt violence, and then his tongue was pressing against her teeth, forcing them to part, and then was curling around inside her warmly protecting mouth, dabbing suggestively at her own tongue, probing at her larynx.
She could feel his knees prying her thighs apart and shuddered when she felt his heavy weight descend over her. Oh God please no . . . she whimpered silently, tears coursing down her face again. Again she felt the hard contact of his fingers on her soft vaginal flesh and felt the warm velvety folds being parted. A sudden rush of air chilled her tender nether split and shivers cavorted along the satiny skin of her inner thighs.
Max stared at the voluptuous looking little cunt he had unearthed with bulging eyes. His fingers were firmly holding the thin, blonde-fringed lips apart and he was able to see the small crinkly inner lips collaring the roseate,
petal-shaped hole of her pussy, and the small reddish tip of her clitoris was just barely visible peeping through the wisps of straw-colored pubic hair. His lust-brimming eyes swept along
the sensuously naked curves of her body, along the flat expanse of her stomach up to where her trembling breasts rose like twin brown-capped
peaks from the white of her torso.
Eagerly, his fingers circled the pounding base of his engorged cock and slowly, carefully, he began to guide it towards the moist viscous opening to her body. He felt her pull back wildly at the
first glaring contact between the hard rubbery
head of his lust-inflated prick and her soft, quivering cuntal membrane, and he held the hardened tip there, parting the thin, blonde pubic
curls and rotating it slightly, lubricating it in preparation of what was to come. He could hardly believe that he had actually reached this point . . . that he had the lovely, creamy body
of the cool and beautiful Darlene Turner, stripped naked and at his mercy, that he could fuck it as he wished. He could hardly believe it, but it was true! All his planning had reached fruition and the waiting had been worth it.
Darlene lay there unmoving, her mouth dry, her heart a painful dull thud in her ribcage. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this moment, the moment when she was on the brink of being ravaged by someone she barely knew. She had never dreamed that such a thing could happen to her, and yet, it was happening, and she was powerless to stop it.
She bit back a gasp of horror as she felt the first insistent nudge of her employer's heavy blood-filled penil head against her vagina, steeling herself for the onslaught that was to come. Please God, let me faint, she prayed silently, 7 don't think I can hear it . . .
"AAAAGGGGHHHH . . .!!!" She screamed suddenly as unbelievable pain shot through her and a dull flesh-splitting hardness speared up into her nakedly upturned vagina. Her hands twisted themselves into tight littls fists, and she dug her teeth into her lower lip to offset the terrible pain below. And then . . . . "WWWWAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOO!!!" Her scream reverberated throughout the room as with a heavy, forceful surge, Max lunged forward and succeeded in imbedding the rubbery head of his bulbous cock half way up inside her squirming vaginal sheath. He held it there for a moment, feeling the wet, heated throbbing of her futilely resisting cuntal walls, before attempting to plow forward again.
"Uuuuugggghhhnnnnnnnnhhh . . . stop, it hurts! Oh god, It hurts!" she sobbed wildly, her legs flailing insanely out around his hips, her pelvis bucking helplessly down into the rug in an attempt to dislodge the unwanted intruder. With a final animalistic grunt, Max pushed forward once more and this time sunk his thick, rock-hard cock to the hilt in her wide stretched cuntal sheath.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh . . . god!" she wailed, her thighs widely splayed, her knees bent crookedly, her vagina open and accessible to her employer's brutal assault.
Max looked down at the innocent beauty of her pain contorted face in triumphant satisfaction, his own face red with exertion, his fingers dug tightly into her helplessly straining thighs. Hungrily, he flexed his hardness inside her, rubbing the smooth rubbery head against the tip of her cervix, insinuating himself into the far hidden depths of her open belly.
Darlene's vagina felt totally filled and used as she lay there. She felt as if the secret of her femininity had been discovered and exploited by the man lodged tightly between her thighs and knew she would never be the same after this. Her body was soiled, dirtied, an open book from now on to the man who was so coldly plundering her. She moaned again as she felt Max begin a teasing withdrawal, gasped as the tightly clasping skin of her pussy pulled protes-tingly out with the departing shaft. His withdrawal eased the dull ache of his size a little, but without respite, he lunged forward again, raising her naked buttocks all the way up off the rug as he rammed savagely onward.
"NOOOOoooooooo . . ." she cried piteously, helplessly, an unwilling victim of his brutal fucking. Her trembling interior cunt walls seemed to relax a little this time, lubricating themselves more wetly in time for the next inward stroke and the pain wasn't so bad as he began to fuck ruthlessly in and out of her slowly widening vaginal channel. His hands reached up suddenly and closed in claw-like on her throbbing breasts, squeezing the soft white mounds until little red weals appeared on the ivory colored flesh. His fingers teased the hardened little knobs of her nipples unmercifully, while his pelvis continued to smash into her widespread loins with the power of a sledgehammer.
The wet sluicing sounds of his driving cock as it fucked rhythmically into her etched itself [ on her brain, lulling her with its crazy rhythm. It isn't fair, she thought pitifully, why did this i have to happen to me? She was at a disadvantage, she knew, because she was weaker than I he was. She was at his mercy, forced to submit to his desires, like a . . . like a whore! For the first time, she felt real compassion for those women whom circumstances had forced into a total dependency on men, an absolute submission to their lewd desires. Now she was no better than they were, a victim of her own weakness, brought to a terrible downfall by her own obstinancy and mulishness. If I had only listened to Burt . . . Burt!
She thought of her husband, and wondered wildly what he'd say if he knew another man was fucking her. He'd never forgive her; he'd finish with her for good and all, divorce her without question. The thought was too terrible to contemplate . . . and yet, some of it was his fault too. That dreadful anal rape he had subjected her to ... it had really all started with that, and then, where had he been last night? Wild thoughts conjured themselves up in her fevered brain, reality merged with fantasy, but at the back of it all there was an insistent cry, something she wanted to shut out, to deny . . . but it was no use ... it wouldn't be denied . . . she was beginning to enjoy it! No! No! her brain shrieked crazily, but it was too late. Her body was beginning to ENJOY the crazed lovemaking that her boss, Max Temple, was giving her! Shame flooded her face in a scarlet mask, but it was quickly forgotten as a lewd wave of intense, uncontrollable pleasure washed through her, followed quickly by innumerable tiny licking flames of obscene desire.
There was no doubt about it now, her body had betrayed her and was revelling now in the crude impalement it was being subject to by her lustful boss. And ... it was doing it in a licentious way it had never done before, even for her own husband!
Max immediately sensed her struggle against acquiescence and smiled. It was always the same with these prudish married chicks, acting all coy and virginal the first time they're fucked by another man, and then, wham! as soon as they got a taste of strange cock, they went mad for it . . . and this little number is no different ... no sir, she's just the same as all the others Darlene couldn't hold back any longer. A long low wail of pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth and her body shook in a tremendous shudder of ecstasy. A dull flush transfused her body and her pelvis began a slow upward, voluntary grinding motion as her thighs splayed open even further to allow more and more of the lust-driven cock into her burning puss, "Ooooohhhhhhh . . ." she mewled passionately, "I like it ... I like it.. ."
"Sure you do, honey," Max grunted wetly into her face as he pumped furiously into her open young cunt, his buttocks hollowing and flaring from his effort, and suddenly, he reached down, and grasping her slender ankles, hoisted each leg over his shoulders, bending her nakedly curved body almost exposing her hungrily twisting vaginal plane even more for his debauched assault.
Their bodies were slapping together in abandoned unison, the air resounding with the rhythmic wet sounds of nakedly smacking passion. Darlene's ankles were locked desperately up around his neck and her fingers were clutching at his thighs, pulling him deeper into her. Her long honey-colored hair was matted with sweat and flailed out limply around her thrashing head, and her face, a moist pink and mouth open wide was contorted with a wild, untamed lust. Her eyes were smoky and glazed over with sexual pleasure and her red full lips were twisted into a lasciviously constant moan. All sense of reality was abandoned as she jerked her body against him; all thoughts of Burt or her integrity forgotten in the mad rush towards completion which had taken possession of her body.
She was like a being possessed, all thoughts centered on one thing; the delicious fulfillment which was within reach. Max was no longer the vile, cruel employer; he was only a mortal man with a hardened cock who was giving her such tremendous pleasure, making her respond in a way she had never dreamed possible. It was sheer bliss, and she didn't care about the who's or why-all that mattered was that it was happening and that she was enjoying it. Everything merged together in her subconsciousness as base, carnal desire took over and turned her into a living tornado of raw, searing emotions. She felt as if her body was strained to taut breaking point and knew that the end was near. Her every nerve ending was reaching desperately towards that glorious first release from a man's cock, and her hotly writhing pussy was clutching tenaciously at the wet, jabbing shaft of Max's cock, sucking it even further into her livid depths. Her white, pear-shaped buttocks were grinding greedily up against the dangling softness of his churning, sperm-bloated balls as they smacked heatedly against her with each inward thrust, and her voice was a raucous incoherent moan.
Then, at last, the moment came- "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ... Oh God, Oh God, Max I'm there, I'm there, I'm . . . MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm . . ." She was cumming! Her body was flailing and twisting like a lariat, beyond all control, her furious spasmodic jerks nearly wrenching Max's turbulent cock away from its moorings. She was insane, her voice screaming out, her legs like manacles around Max's neck, her hands like steel claws puncturing the flesh of his thighs, as the hotly clenching pussy lips between her thighs, flowered open and gushed forth a shower of hot steamy vaginal liquid. Her breasts wdre bobbing against his chest, the nipples like sharp little spears and her head was flung back in a wild abandoned pose.
Darlene had never experienced anything like it. Explosions of multi-colored light dazzled her eyes and her body was on fire-rivulets of flame scorching her skin and searing her to the marrow of her bones. Her frame ached from the prolonged spasms of her release, and she had never imagined that climax could be so intense, so absorbing. It was like a miracle. Torrents of pleasurable heat flooded her and her head was swimming away on the crest of warm, enveloping ecstasy, when in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard Max's throaty scream of release.
"OH CHRIST, BABY, I'M CUMMING . . . I'M CUMMING IN YOUR BELLY . . . ARGHHH . . . ARGHHH ...!!" and then she felt the first delicious jets of his molten river of sperm as it erupted from the tip of his wildly jerking cock deep up into her hungrily sucking vagina, flooding her already drenched cavern and seeping into every hidden little recess of her open depths. She wanted it, yes she wanted Max's hotly gushing sperm splashing around inside her, Max, who had shown her such unbelievable pleasure. She had him to thank for finally reaching the epitome of orgasm beneath a male penis and a wave of warm, appreciative gratitude washed over her. Max continued to pump his hot thick liquid into her now hungrily accepting cunt, until at last, it was over, and Darlene felt the slow deflating of his incredibly virile prick as it finally began to slip wetly from her sperm flooded depths.
She was completely satiated, oblivious to everything except her own wonderful sense of well-being, as with a smile curving the fullness of her lips, she slipped into an abandoned doze of sexual contentment.
Chapter Six
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" Brenda Greene called cheerily to Darlene, as with a backward wave of her hand, she left the boutique. She was feeling on top of the world, because she had the afternoon off, instead of having to take the bus into town and spend the rest of the day in the shop there. Yes, the rest of the day stretched in front of her, and she was absolutely free-free to spend it with Burt! Although it was only just over a week since she had met Burt, she could hardly remember what it was like without him. Of course, he found it hard sometimes to get time off during the day, but then they had the evenings-long happy evenings spent in her flat.
Isadora, her Saluki dog, usually diffident with strangers, had become quite used to him and altogether it was one of the happiest weeks Brenda had had in a long time. Darlene didn't seem to be raising any objections, either, to his being away at night so much, but Brenda smiled to herself at this. It was pretty obvious to her that there was something going on between her and their boss, Max Temple. Of course, she'd never voice her suspicions about his wife to Burt, especially as her girlfriend's little affaire was working out so well in Brenda's favor . . .
Darlene smiled in welcome to the young man who stepped confidently into the shop. He had a large suitcase in one hand and was carrying a hefty book under his arm and Darlene knew immediately that he was a salesman. She tried to hide her irritation, because her smile was mechanical and she had just been on the point of putting up the "Closed" sign on the door and slipping into the back room to Max. She knew he'd be waiting there for her, and her skin tingled excitedly at the thought of what was in store for her ... if only she could get rid of this salesman. Perhaps if she told him that Max was out, and to call again some other time . . .
But it was too late; Max himself had materialized and was greeting the fair-haired young man enthusiastically. Darlene felt a pang of disappointment stab at her as Max and the salesman disappeared into the backroom together, and she wondered if Max would forget about their plans. She herself certainly didn't. In fact, that seemed to be all she lived for, this past week- those glorious times she spent with Max, feeling his body close to hers, tasting his mouth on hers, and best of all, feeling the powerful drive of his cock as it thrust deep into her ... it was heavenly. She didn't know if Burt had noticed her new outlook on life, her lack of interest in him. She supposed it was blatant but she didn't care.
But come to think of it, Burt himself seemed pretty preoccupied of late. Darlene figured it must be some kind of business deal, and was glad that he was too busy to pay much attention to her. However, she couldn't deny that she felt a little piqued to think that she was- actually being unfaithful to her husband and he didn't seem to notice anything. But that wasn't the point, she breathed happily. The point was that she was enjoying herself in a way she never thought possible; she was liberated at last from the shackles of puritanism; she was a new, complete woman.
"Darlene, have you got a minute?" Max called from the backroom and Darlene hurried in response.
"In fact, this may take more than a minute, so you'd better lock up the shop for a while," Max smiled, and Darlene, her heart thumping, ran over and placed the "Closed" sign on the door. Was the salesman going to leave after all . . . and leave her alone with Max?
She returned to the back room and Max came over to her, his arm caressing her shoulder fondly, his mouth enveloped in a large grin.
"Honey, this is Sean Matthews, a salesman for one of the big lingerie firms. I don't think you've met before."
Darlene shook the outstretched hand and ignoring the salesman's flirty wink, turned in bewilderment to Max.
"We thought it a good idea for you to try on some of the nighties and panties, so we can decide which ones we want to stock."
"B-but Max," Darlene stammered, at a loss for what to say."Oh don't worry, baby, nobody'll see you but Sean and me, and Sean certainly won't mind!"
Darlene turned to look at the young salesman. Although he was very attractive, and his body was long and lean, she felt a sudden dislike for him.
"No, I don't think . . ." she began helplessly but Max cut in roughly.
"Do as I say, Darlene," and she was stung by the sharpness of his tone. His eyes were steel blue as they challenged hers, and she felt a sliver of fear tear at her heart. She knew that tone ... if she didn't comply, there was no telling what Max would do or say, and she certainly didn't want this arrogant young salesman to know all about their affair, which he certainly would if Max got angry and started hurling insults at her about her husband and other things. There was nothing to do but obey.
Miserably, she nodded in assent.
"Good girl," Max laughed, pleased with himself. "I've picked out the ones I'd like to see, so just go into the dressing room and try them on, one by one, nighties first. And don't wear anything else with them ... it would spoil the natural look. We want to see it in the eyes of a husband in the bedroom!"
Darlene's heart sank. She didn't think she could go through with it. Her face flamed at the thought of walking back into the room and confronting Max and the young stranger, wearing only a flimsy nightgown and later onlv panties. But she had to, and at least she could start with her nighties. Besides, it would build her up slowly for the panties she had to model later.
A sudden consoling thought struck her and she experienced a stab of relief. Max wouldn't make her do anything, well, risky, he loved her; she was, for all purposes, his mistress, and besides, that young salesman was propably used to seeing models in the brief nightwear and panties without bras. Yes, it was just Max's way of making sure he got stuff that would really sell; after all, she and Brenda had often tried on other clothes when the salesman brought samples! Her heart lifted with relief, and quickly she stripped off the cotton peasant dress they had to wear this week, and picked up the first item. It was a long white utterly transparent nightdress, with a thin blue ribbon tying right under the bosom. Darlene slipped it on and couldn't help noticing in the full length mirror in the dressing room how the under-bust tying pushed her breasts up provocatively and how the dark little circle around her nipples was clearly visible. She looked around for a matching peignoir, but saw, with dismay, that there was none.
"Are you ready, baby?" Max called somewhat impatiently, and Darlene, trembling in apprehension, slipped out of the dressing room and glided into the backroom.
She saw an appreciative gleam in Max's eye and heard the salesman, Sean, draw in his breath quickly. She kept her eyes downcast, and in response to Max's instructions, pirouetted slowly around the room. She was conscious of the eyes of the two men on her almost nakedness and was startled to feel the sudden wicked stiffening of her errant little nipples.
"It sure is an attractive nightie," Max chuckled, his eyes glued on the thinly veiled outline of the body he knew so well. Sean couldn't draw his eyes away from the svelte loveliness of the creamy body beneath the transparent gown, and they fell down to become riveted on the barely visible triangle of her honey colored pubic thatch. Darlene's hair was piled high on her head, with tendrils like unfurled feathers framing her face, and she looked like a Grecian goddess, simple and yet completely alluring.
"Oh the nightgown's all right; it's what's under it that I go for . . ." Sean grinned all too familiarly, and Darlene's face flamed into color.
"Try the next one now, honey, the black one . . ."
Darlene was glad to escape the searing stares of the two men, and fled into the dressing room. She pulled off the long white nightdress and without a glance at her lithe sinewy body she put on the short black one that Max had mentioned. She was dismayed to find that it only just came to the tops of her thighs. It had a low scoop front with thin spaghetti straps and the hem was edged with soft marabou feathers. It was the most provocative outfit she'd ever seen and she knew that its color emphasized the whiteness of her skin. With a sick lump in her throat, she stepped out into the backroom. She couldn't explain to herself why she felt so uneasy; there was nothing but her own instinct to go on, and yet, she knew she didn't trust the situation. But the best thing to do in the circumstances, she thought, was to get it over with.
"Wow!" Sean said suddenly when she walked into the room, and she was immediately conscious of the briefness of the nightie and how she must appear to the two men.
"You sure do it justice, honey," Max drawled, his pulse quickening at the lovely picture that his mistress made.
"How about letting your hair down?" Sean suggested and before she could say anything, he had moved quickly over to her. She cringed slightly as she felt the touch of his fingers on her throat as he reached up and loosened the pins that held her tresses in place. He was standing very near to her, so near that her nipples were brushing against his chest, and her heart leapt into her mouth when, as his thigh brushed hers, she could tell that his penis had become hard and erect under his pants!
"Now, look at that!" he crowed as he stood back to survey his work. Darlene wondered how she must look in the sexy nightdress, the nightgown of a real siren, yet with her hair curling around her face in an innocent, childish style. She sobbed almost with relief when Max nodded to her, signalling that she should go and change to the waiting panties. Oh God, I hope they don't keep me out there long with just these on, she whispered fervently to herself as she slid into the thin bikini briefs that looked more like a "g" string than panties. They were a light powder blue and just barely covered her vagina. Thin curls of her soft blonde pubic hair curled out under the leg bands and above the elastic at the top. They clung so closely to her body that the full outline of her nakedly curved buttocks were visible, surmounted by the crinkly erection of her nipples on her now completely nude breasts, and she knew that again the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair was evident through the thin fabric.
Once more in the back room, Darlene was aware of the eyes of the two men riveted on her. She saw at a glance that they each had a drink, and Sean in particular was open in his admiration of her. She stepped back suddenly when he advanced towards her.
"Wow, honey, you sure do a lot for those panties. But I'd sure as hell like to see you without them!" his voice was thick and lustful and Darlene shot a pleading look towards Max. But he was sitting back in his chair, his eyes amused as he took in the scene.
"Can I get dressed now?" Darlene asked in what she hoped was a cold, icy voice, but Max shook his head.
"No, why don't you stick around for a while, honey," he drawled, "and keep Sean company!"
Darlene turned to look at the openly staring salesman, her face white, her expression one of disgust.
"Okay, honey, you heard what the boss said," he sneered, and reaching out, coolly began to caress the soft orb of her buttocks through the thin flimsy material of the panties. Darlene gasped and started to pull away, but Sean caught her in a viselike grip. His eyes were cold and hard, and his mouth was twisted into an ugly leer.
"You're so cold, baby, I'll just have to warm you up!" he rasped, and then he was kissing her, his mouth hard and vehement as his tongue forced its way past her teeth and snaked into her mouth. Desperately, she tried to struggle and finally managed to break away.
"Oh Max, make him stop!" she pleaded despairingly.
"Come on, baby, be a sport! I promised Sean a little fun for the beautiful discount he's giving me on this stuff!" Max replied, a hint of command in his voice.
Darlene stared at him in disbelief. This couldn't be Max, her lover, telling her, if she understood him correctly, to let this . . . this panty and nighty salesman have his way with her. It couldn't!
"Max darling . . ." she blubbered, shaking her head feverishly.
"That's enough, Darlene! Now be a good girl, and do what my boy Sean tells you!"
"That's right, sweetheart," Sean butted in recklessly, tossing down the last of his drink, "now let's get a look at that cute little ass I've been petting..."
"No! No!" Darlene shrieked suddenly, cowering into a corner, fear turning her bones to jelly. In the din of her consternation, she heard Max's laugh, callous and mean, and all hope left her. She was aware of the salesman's hands on her as he dropped to his knees, peeling the softly clinging panties down over her firmly rounded hips and thighs, and then, she was totally naked, cringing under his admiring gaze.
"Man oh man! Look at those tits!" Sean exclaimed, standing and roughly pulling her away from the corner and then reaching boldly for her breasts, crushing them cruelly in his fingers like ripe fruit.
"Mmmmm . . . they're soft as butter," he smiled arrogantly, lust written clearly over his face. Darlene was mortified. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Max, who was obviously enjoying the whole occurrence. How could he do this to her? she wondered helplessly, shame and humiliate her like this, lend her out to his associates to be used like . . . like a street whore.
"Open your eyes, sweetie, and see what I've got for you . . ." the salesman's voice was husky in her ear and her eyes flew open.
"Oh God!" she couldn't suppress it as her eyes fell on the huge bulbous bundle of his naked prick. He was completely nude and his heavy, blood-filled penis stood out like a cannon waving lewdly in front of his groin.
"I knew you'd like it . . ." he rasped, his eyes on her incredulous face. "Now come on, baby show me how much you like it.. ."
"No! Get away from me!" she screamed with sudden vehemence, her eyes flashing anger.
"You little bitch!" Sean snapped and with a sudden brutal movement, tangled his fingers in her hair and shoved her viciously to the floor of the office.
"Oh please stop!" she sobbed as she lay in a pathetic heap on the same rug where it had all begun.
Sean was beside her in a flash, spreading wide her thighs, his gaze glued to the pink gleaming flesh of her thinly trembling vaginal furrow which his rough fingers were spreading to his sight.
"Mmmm, what a nice little pussy you've got!" he praised, his finger probing expertly at the softly quivering flesh. Darlene jerked back from his touch as if stung, and her revulsion was not lost on the lust-craved salesman. A mask of pure lascivious desire coated his face, and with a snarl, he dug his fingers into her thighs and spread them painfully apart, so far apart that the strain was unbearable. Immediately he positioned himself between her widespread legs and guided the heavy rubbery head of his bloated cock towards the small quivering opening of her nakedly cringing little cunt mouth.
Darlene lay paralyzed with fear and horror as the man named, Sean, readied himself. The thought that Max, her lover, was but a few feet away from her and watching her disgrace added to her humiliation, and a desperate hopelessness assaulted her. She was lost completely now ... after this she could never hold her head up again.
Her remorseful thoughts were abruptly shut off by a harsh grating pain that assailed her down between her open thighs and split her from head to toe, and her voice cried out the agony of her pain.
"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHHH! OH FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP ...!!!" The panty salesman had penetrated her vaginal lips with the thick-ended cudgel of his penis and was entering her with cruel abandon, his fleshy rod cutting through her defenseless little cuntal canal with relentless fury.
Without stopping he plowed on until at last the smooth rubbery head of his pounding cock reached the end of her upturned cunt and jarred hard against the tip of her cervix. Dry, harsh moans escaped from her arid throat as she tried to wriggle free; but she was hopelessly skewered by the young salesman's driving prick. Her smoothly tapered legs dangled helplessly out on either side of his pelvis and her softly rounded buttocks were mercilessly buffetted down against the floor as he flexed his giant cockhead inside her. The tight unyielding walls of her vaginal passage closed in like a second skin around his sunken penis and Darlene could feel every pulsebeat, every vein palpitating in his excitedly throbbing penis.
She could feel the heated churning of his balls as they lay cradled in the nakedly spread crevice of her ass, and her pussy felt filled almost to the exploding point with the heavy throbbing flesh of the young salesman.
At last he began to withdraw, and Darlene gasped from the searing, heat of his exit, feeling the smooth wet walls of her vaginal sheath pulling out with the departing column of hot flesh. Then once more, he rammed forward again like an express train, spearing into her without hesitation until his pelvis smacked against the mouth of her womb with jarring intensity.
Shocks flowed through Darlene, right out to her fingertips from the forcefulness of his entrance, and she gritted her teeth desperately together as he then began a slow in and out fucking rhythm, the clasping membrane of her pussy becoming more and more wet, allowing him easier access for his illicit entry. He was slamming forward with all his might now, raising her helplessly impaled buttocks up off the rug as he fucked in, and plowing forward until his thick heavy cock was imbedded right to the hilt in her warm, defensively clasping channel, before pulling out again until just the head of his plunging prick was still lodged up inside.
Darlene could feel his balls smacking hard against her nakedly quivering buttocks as he drove into her, and the hard grind of his belly against hers as his pubic hairs meshed tightly with her own vaginal wisps. His hands were clutching fiercely at her shoulders forcing her pussy down harder on his cock below with each inward thrust and her breasts were jiggling from the impact of his intense fucking on her limply giving body. She could see that perspiration was beginning to coat his muscular frame and his face was reddening from his exertion.
"That's it, old man . . . give it to her!" Max's voice suddenly boomed out and Darlene was sickened. How could he sit there and watch another man fuck her against her will like this? Did he not care?
His lewd encouragement seemed to drive the visiting salesman on to faster speed, for the tempo of his lascivious sawing in and out increased, and against her will even perhaps because the man she thought loved her was watching, Darlene found her own body beginning to swing into the same lurid rhythm. At first she tried to fight it, fight the knowledge that her body was beginning to respond to the screwing of still another man, but it soon was impossible to conceal as her body was swept along into forceful heaves against him as she raised her pelvis and suddenly tightly clenching vagina upward to meet the deep hard thrusts of his pile-driving cock, and then rammed suddenly downward in an instinctive effort to retain for as long as possible the delicious rod of burning throbbing flesh inside her.
Her arms flew up and drew him down onto her, flattening her pounding breasts against the muscular wall of his chest, until his mouth met hers, and she responded eagerly to his kiss. This time, her tongue darted into his mouth, and hungrily swirled around his own organ, dabbing and poking at it in sheer exuberance. Her thighs opened even wider to suck his cock deeper into her hungrily accepting pussy and her ankles locked behind his lower back, and she clung ever tighter to him. She was perversely anxious now to give herself over to him completely and to show the lewdly watching Max Temple, the eager walls of her pussy sucking greedily on the pulsating shaft of his pumping cock, the swollen, blonde-fringed outer lips nibbling excitedly at the hard, wide base of his hotly fucking member.
Max stared in astonishment at the sudden change that had come over Darlene. He thought he knew her as well as he knew anybody, but this wild, frenzied woman fucking insanely against that goddamn panty salesman was a stranger to him. He had suggested that Matthews could try her out for a big discount, but even more because he was getting bored than anything else. He knew that he couldn't stick to one woman for very long and the married young Darlene Turner was no exception, but now he wondered if he had been wrong . . .
He felt the first stirrings of desire arousing in his own prick and experienced also a stab of envy that it was Sean Matthews who was enjoying the favors of this incredible wildcat. Max had never seen her so aroused before, not even in her wildest moments with him, and he wondered briefly if it was the other man's youth and blonde good looks that turned her on. Whatever it was, he was sorry that it wasn't him, and wished now that he hadn't been so hasty in offering her to the salesman to sample.
Still, it was exciting just watching them together, like two primitive animals, locked together in complete abandonment, their bodies jerking and fucking nakedly together in a lewd dance of wild sexual ecstasy. His prick felt as if it was on fire, a red hot log burning against his leg, and automatically he opened his fly and released the throbbing mass. God, he sure was hot, he had to admit, and who'd think that that little hitch would make me this big, and just by looking at her get fucked by another guy!
Darlene was like a woman possessed. Her body just couldn't get enough of this virile young salesman, whatever his name was, and she wondered if she'd go mad before she'd cum, through pure sexual frenzy. She remembered nothing of her earlier diffidence; all she was aware now of was his magnificent predatory body slamming up between her open thighs, evoking primeval responses in her, turning her blood to a boiling stream inside her veins.
"Oh God, that's it . . . keep fucking me like this!" her voice was raucous and abandoned as she spewed out the lewdly pleading words, all propriety thrown to the winds, in her fight for total release.
Her lascivious demand seemed to strike off some inner fire in Max and he advanced towards the insanely, fucking couple, his eyes bulging out of his head, his huge, lustfully throbbing cock cradled in his hands. He had had enough; he couldn't wait any longer!
"Hey baby," he whispered thickly. "It's me, Max!"
His mouth was close to Darlene's ear and she stared at him stupidly, uncomprehendingly, her mouth open wide.
"Max?" she repeated, dumbly, a vacant look on her face.
"Yes, me . . . wait for me, baby. Daddy wants a piece too!"
She felt his hands roaming over her threshing body, felt new thrills as he caressed her tightly locked cunt lips where the salesman's cock fucked into her, and then felt his strong urgent fondling of her smoothly flailing buttocks below.
"Turn her over on top of you, Sean boy." she heard Max's passion thickened voice command, and then she could feel herself being rolled over until her knees were on either side of the man called Sean's ribs and she was straddling his loins, his hardened cock now fucking heavily up into her open cunt from below as she kneeled slavishly over him.
"Ooooh God, Ooooh God," she chanted, grinding her vagina down and pressing her breasts tightly down into his chest. Then, she gasped suddenly when in the midst of her lustful daze, she felt her rhythmically working asscheeks being pried forcefully apart, felt the cool rush of air on the tiny naked circle between them. Then, moments later, she felt the first lewd pressure of something hard and hot and throbbing against the cringing hole of her now defenselessly exposed asshole. Her mind didn't register what was happening ... all she could think of was the other man's hotly plunging cock up into her lust-hungry pussy from between her thighs below.
"Oh God, don't stop . . . don't stop fucking me . . ." she mewled, her body alive to the pitch of intoxication, hungry to the point of being ravenous for the salesman's delicious driving prick. Again she felt the insistent fumbling between her widestretched ass cheeks, and irritably jiggled her hips as if to dislodge the an-noyer, and then she gasped again as she felt the unmistakeable nudge of a blood-heavy penis against her tiny rectum.
"OH NO!" she gasped suddenly, realization dawning with sickening clarity. And then reason was blacked out by a blinding sheet of pain and her spinal column felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces.
"Wooouugggghhhhh . . . AAAAAHHHH . . ." Desperately she flailed her nakedly upraised buttocks in a futile attempt to free herself from the terrible impalement but her very movements only seemed to admit the incredibly worming intruder further up inside her.
"No, Max, Oh God, please no . . ." she screamed again, but her employer was deaf to her pleas, the sight of her lovely creamy ass-cheeks, flattened now to allow his plundering prick lewd entrance to her asshole, goading him on without consideration. He continued to shove forward, pushing the smooth rubbery flesh of her backpassage relentlessly before his cockhead until at long last her tiny clenched rectum was totally impaled by his long, rangy cock.
Darlene willed herself to relax, to be still, in spite of the delirious feelings assailing her from the salesman fucking her from below, and incredibly she felt her cruelly widened rectum begin to relax. Max began to pull out again and then to slam forward so that Darlene found herself incredibly buffetted between the two men, being screwed by both of them at once, the panty salesman from below and Max behind. For a moment, the unbelievable fact refused to register, and when it did, she waited for the tide of revulsion, the wave of disgust, the flood of self-loathing to rush through her. But it didn't! Nothing like that happened. She couldn't believe it and then ... it couldn't be happening! Oh no, not this! Her brain screamed in denial while her body proclaimed admission.
Her inflamed rectum was beginning to emulate her feverish vaginal passage and welcome the unabated assault of a heavy, driving penis! She was beginning to enjoy it! She was actually beginning to enjoy being so lewdly fucked between two men at once, lasciviously excited by having a complete stranger screw her hotly accepting cunt, while Max, her lover, plunged his lust-heated cock into her now ecstatically responding rectum!
"Ooooohhhh . . . yes . . . yessss . . . Oh God, it feels so good ...!!" Her body was furiously bucking and gyrating in licentious rhythm with the pounding of the two men, and obscene, lascivious thrills emanated from every part of her body as she allowed herself to be tossed and threshed like a limp pillow between the two heavily perspiring men.
She enjoyed being sandwiched between them as they vented their mounting passion in a series of deep hard furious thrusts, the two cocks rubbing hotly against each other through the thin dividing membrane between her cunt and rectum. She was enjoying the dual fucking like she had never enjoyed anything before in her life. Note I'm really free, her brain proclaimed wildly, and knew that she only wanted to be free in order to enslave herself deeper to the chains of carnal lust.
Her body was fermenting with held-back desire and she knew that she was on the verge of cumming. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling and she was coated with sweat as she thrust back with all her strength against the twin onslaughts. Oooohhh, she thought, I'm going to cum now . . . cum while two men are fucking into me at the same time ...
That was her last rational thought as a great whirlwind of warm flooding heat raced through her and washed away the last vestiges of resis-tence from her insanely churning body, leaving her free to revel in the incredible sensations of pleasure taking lewd possession of her whole being. Her hoarse cries rang out in the room and her arms waved wildly and her body cascaded with the ripples of pleasure from her incredible release.
Her body was convulsed with thousands of miniature spasms and every inch of her skin seemed alight with ecstatic joy. Through the dim of her release, she could hear the wild, animalistic cries of the two men as they reached their climax together, and their cacaphonous shrieks added immeasurably to her own joy at the realization that they were both going to spew their white hot liquid into her, and of the pleasure and thrills they were undoubtedly experiencing from fucking her . . . and her alone!
Then her body was tossing about like a buoy at sea, crashing between their two heavily sweating bodies as they both grunted and shot their waiting jets of white hot semen into her in unison, flooding her twin passages, the thick pale sperm uniting in a pool deep somewhere in her hungrily absorbing belly. Their jerking cocks triggered off fresh shudders of orgasmic pleasure inside her, injecting her tired bod\ with new carnal delight until she thought she'd die from the sheer enjoyment of being fucked by and cumming simultaneously with two lust-angered men.
At last, it was all over, and she could feel the tremors subsiding in her body and was aware of the softening of their two, sperm-drained cocks inside her as they began to slip from the twin, still gently throbbing passages, and she knew that what she was feeling then was bliss, sheer, unadulterated bliss, and the knowledge that she had reached a new height on the climb towards real liberation elevated her dizzily, and her brain swam with the thought, Oh God! I'll never, never be the same again . . .
Chapter Seven
Darlene sat enthralled as she listened to Max talking about his plans for a new store out in Shaker Heights. She was thrilled that he was telling Brenda and herself about it and was glad when he told her that she could stay on working in the boutique near her home. But she couldn't deny that she felt a dab of disappointment, knowing that she would see even less of Max than ever, if there was a third shop to attend to. As it was, she was beginning to see less and less of him, and she began to wonder vaguely what was wrong. Ever since that day, over a week ago, when he and Sean Matthews, that panty salesman, had taken her simultaneously, he had changed in his attitude towards her, and while they still made love, he didn't seem to be as excited by her body as he had been previously.
This thought gave her a little shiver of apprehension, because she certainly didn't want to lose him, especially when she thought about the state of her marriage, if it could be called that. She hardly ever saw Burt anymore; he always seemed to be dashing off somewhere just as she was getting in, or vice versa. He seemed changed, too somehow, and she wondered if it was just herself who was different. But Burt definitely seemed to have lost interest in her and what she was doing, and she had to admit that that hurt a bit. But her affair with Max had bolstered her through all this, and she didn't know what she'd do if Max really got tired of her. And to add to her disquiet, Brenda seemed to know about her and Max, and had actually dropped several hints to the effect that she, Brenda had had an affair with Max herself! Of course, Darlene didn't believe that and put it down to jealousy; still, you never knew, and there was a strange sort of rapport between them.
"And there it is," Max was saying, "and you can work there if you like, Brenda honey!"
"Well, I don't know, let me think about it!" the lovely dark haired girl answered, her mind churning over the possibilities. She hated to consider a move at this moment when she was so deeply engrossed in Burt, and she had decided to stay put for a while.
"And how's my girl?'' Max said winninglv, wrapping his arm around Darlene as if he'd seen her for the first time. Darlene blushed and shot a glance at Brenda, but she seemed to be involved in thoughts of her own.
"How about a kiss?" Max teased, and Darlene didn't know what to say. This was so unlike him; usually he was very distant with her when Brenda was around and she didn't know how to react. Suppose he was only joking?
But he wasn't, because his lips bruised tightly against hers, and she was swept along on the rush of the thrills which cavorted through her from the electrical contact between his mouth and hers, and she couldn't suppress a sigh as his hands roamed exploratorily over her breasts, cupping them in loving squeezes, and dropped further still to embrace the graceful curve of her buttocks, clad in shiny satin bell-bottoms.
"H'mm, Brenda will see us," Darlene warned in a whisper, terrified that the other girl would turn around and see them.
"Brenda wouldn't mind watching a little kissing and petting, would you Brenda?" Max called across to the other shop assistant.
Darlene's face turned beet red and she didn't know where to look.
"Of course not! Don't mind me!" Brenda called brightly, and turning around, leaned back against the sofa, cigarette between her fingers, looking at the embracing couple from under long dark lashes.
"See, honey?" Max laughed crudely, "now we've nothing to worry about!"
Darlene continued to stare at him in bewilderment, which changed to disbelief when she felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper of the tunic she was wearing.
"No, please Max, not here!" she hissed, trying to brush away his hand.
"Oh come on, baby, there's no harm in giving Brenda a little show!" Max was wheedling, "after all, remember Sean last-"
"Oh please darling, don't mention that!" Darlene pleaded, almost sobbing. She didn't know what she'd do if the other girl found out that she had allowed herself to be taken by two men at once.
"All right, I won't mention it, if you do what I say!" Max had once again switched from the wheedling, cajoling lover ino the brusque demanding boss, and Darlene knew better now than to object. Miserably, she allowed him to pull off her tunic, leaving her to stand there in her bra and bell bottoms. She cringed back against the wall when she felt him peeling off her pants.
"No please, Max, not that . . ." she sobbed but he was relentless.
"Remember what I said!" he warned, as he helped her to step out of the slinky pants. Mortified beyond belief, she stood there, clad only in her panties and bra.
"Well Brenda, isn't she a honey?" Max said proudly, and Brenda threw a haughty glance over the humiliated girl.
Yes, she sure is something! Burt doesn't know how really lucky he is, and when he finds out, it'll be goodbije, Brenda! she thought miserably, staring at the lithesome figure of the attractive young blonde.
Darlene had never felt so debased in all her life. Somehow her previous embarrassments faded into nothingness compared to the humiliation of being scrutinized by another woman, with the feeling that the man in the act was mocking her as well. Tears brimmed her eyes and she forced herself to quell them, so as not to let the other girl see her crying. That would really be the end of her pride. She felt an antagonistic vibration coming from the dark-haired girl, and wondered if she had indeed been Max's girlfriend in the past. Her speculative thoughts came to a halt abruptly when she became aware of Max unclasping her bra, and before she had time to object, her fully ripened breasts had fallen free and she felt the cool air swirling around them, stiffening-the nipples.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around them to hide their nakedness, keenly aware of Brenda's eyes burning into her and of Max's malicious sneer. Then he was tugging at her panties and they were slipping down over her hips, falling , to her ankles-and she was completely nudel She turned wild staring eyes on Max, not knowing what to do or say, unable even to check and see Brenda's impression. She wanted to run out of the room, away from these two people who were humiliating her, but she couldn't. She was powerless to move and she ] could only stand there, tears spilling down her lace, silently beseeching Max to have pity on her.
"Look at those hot tits of hers, Brenda! And that tight little ass! She's a real cutie, isn't she?"
Brenda was silent and for that Darlene was grateful. She would have died from embarrass- I ment if the other girl had made any remark, and secretly she hoped that Brenda's silence would pour cold water on the game that Max I was playing.
Devoid of feeling, she was aware of his arm around her again, and of his mouth trailing hot kisses down the length of her swan-like throat, futher still to enclose first one nipple and then the other in his mouth, closing his lips tight around the contracting aureola, slashing around the hard little bud with his wet pink tongue, dipping further still to the flat plane of her belly where the tip of his agile organ nudged at the puckered little aperture of her navel.
And finally, lower yet until his lips were resting on the soft mass of pubic curls at the juncture of her perfectly molded thighs. She gasped as she felt his fingers resting against the soft quivering lips of her pussy, slowly drawing them apart and revealing the moist pink flesh of her cuntal split to his bulging eyes. He could see the trembling little tip of her clitoris nestled teasingly among the golden curls of pubic fleece, and beneath it, the thin vertical opening to her body contracting and pulsating slightly. He drew in his breath sharply at the enticing sight and he ran the tip of his tongue over his dry, suddenly parched lips, and gulped to moisten the sudden arid desert of his throat. He was on his knees now before her and she was leaning helplessly back against the sofa, like a golden goddess standing above him, the wonderful offering of her delectably naked young pussy his for the taking. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He reached out with his tongue and darted it lizard-like into the soft wet folds of the moist, blonde curled cunt spread so enticingly before him.
"Oooooh God! Please! Not that!" Darlene gasped vehemently, and the sudden searing contact of his wet tongue tip on her delicate vaginal region made her jump back, and she lost her balance, falling backwards over onto the sofa, her legs sprawling apart. Max lunged forward with sudden swiftness and his agile hands quickly grasped her ankles and before she had time to think, he pulled them even further apart, sliding his palms upward until In clamped them against the soft inner flesh of her thighs, keeping them pried helplessly aparl. Vainly, she tried to close them, but it was no use. She was beaten, and she could see the look of triumph on his face as he hunched down between her widespread thighs, like a predatory beast ready to feast himself on her vulnerability.
Worst of all was the thought that her work ing girlfriend, Brenda, was watching this terrible spectacle, taking every minute of her embarrassing position, seeing even now, the exposed pink plane of her vagina, open and unprotected, completely defenseless in the face of what was to come. All fight left her as she felt Max's fingers once more spread wide the thin, hair-lined lips of her shamefully cringing pussy, drawing them apart to expose the quivering hold of her fragile little cunt mouth. He stared at the enticing spot for just a moment, and then with a half-human groan, bent down and shot out his tongue in a snake-like lash that swept along the entire length of her shivering split.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
Noooooooo
" she cried out suddenly, grinding her smoothly rounded buttocks down into the softness of the sofa in an attempt to ex-cape the oral ravishing.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh
No! No! Please No!" she whimpered as he continued his depraved assault, holding her firmly in place so that all her wild twisting to escape was futile. I le continued to spear his tongue in and out of herdesperately writhing cunt, revelling in her obvious revulsion to the act.
"Oh please No, Max, don't . . . Not this . . ." she sobbed helplessly, closing her eyes against the sight of the hunched figure grovelling between her outstretched thighs. Tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks, and her head tossed from side to side in disbelief. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't . . . This was something she never allowed her own husband to do, let alone Max . . . and now he was taking advantage of her, forcing her to submit to his perverse licking, and right in front of Brenda, too. Darlene's cheeks burned at the thought of what the other girl must be thinking as she watched her lying there, her whole body open and exposed, her nakedly vulnerable vagina being licked by their boss Max's long wet tongue! And Burt! What would he say? This was the worst thing of all-this was defilement beyond the imagination. What would he say if he could see her now, her loins subjected to the crazy sucking of another man, lewd wet licking sounds filling the air? Her brain blanked out at the thought, too terrible even to think about. In spite of the other salesgirl, Brenda, being in the room, Darlene had never felt so alone in her life, and tears of degradation overflowed from her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks.
She jerked back violently as she felt his tongue brush electrically against the rigid bud of her clitoris, and against her will, a small hiss of pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth. Of God, it was unbearable, this tantalizing touch of tongue on clitoris, sweeping the little knob into overwhelming turgidity, sending shivers of unnatural pleasure rippling crazily through her. She couldn't help it, she didn't want to submit, but she had no choice. It was more than she could stand and suddenly, perversely, perhaps because of Brenda watching, she didn't care. She groaned again and again as Max continued his relentless lingual attack on the miniature phallus up between her thighs, coaxing it into burgeoning erection, forcing her pelvis to being a slow upward grind against the deliciously lewd giver of pleasure.
Max smiled to himself as he glanced upward at the voluptuous young employee's lovely supine body, sensing the submission that was lurking somewhere very near that marble surface, rejoicing once more in the evidence of his mastery over her. He shot a triumphant glance at Brenda, who was standing, almost nonchalantly against the wall, her eyes nonetheless excitedly glued on the incredible panorama unfolding only a few feet away.
It won't be long now before she lets go, Max grinned lasciviously, this ought to really get her . . .
He forced his palms downward beneath the softly contracting globes of Darlene's velvet-soft buttocks, and cupping them in his hands, forced the satiny mounds up off the couch, exposing the full furrow of her naked crotch to his lips. Then he lowered his tongue still further and licking hotly down the full length of her anal crevice, making her jerk back from the sudden unexpected contact.
"Oooohhh . . . please stop!" she pleaded as his tongue continued to flick and probe into the softly yielding flesh, jabbing lewdly at the tiny puckered ring of her anus, sending illicit thrills of revulsion combined with pleasure rippling along her spine. Mercilessly he teased at the tiny unyielding anal lips with the tip of his deft organ, making her squirm her buttocks wildly around on the office couch in a panic-stricken effort to escape. At last, he raised up his tongue and once more began to probe at the tightly clasping cuntal orifice. He circled the small petal-shaped opening, feeling the curling blonde pubic hairs and the delicate flesh quiver under his touch, until, with a sudden swift movement, he plunged it headlong into the viscously throbbing channel.
"AAAAGGGHHHHH . . ." Darlene sobbed wildly as the thick wet organ plundered its way into her churning vaginal opening. Again and again he stabbed at the fragile flesh, feeling the warm interior walls clasping hotly around his squirming tongue. A confusion of feelings pervaded Darlene's perspiring body. Foremost was revulsion, disgust that she should be lying there, a victim of Max's depraved oral attack, witnessed by another girl. Darlene thought she'd never lift her head again after this utter debasement.
But now, commingled with self-loathing were new, even more insidious sensations-feelings of pleasure, forbidden, illicit pleasure . . . yet they were there. She couldn't help responding to this diabolical attack on her genitals. Her confused mind tried to fight these new feelings, tried to deny them altogether, while her unbelieving body fought with all its will against the small flames of ecstasy which were threatening to burst into raging infernos and engulf her completely. But she knew, deep down that it was a losing battle and that her boss, Max Temple, would win, just like he always did. She was in his power, and for some reason, rendered helpless by the lewd spell he cast on her. Now she was once more caught in the thrall of that sexual spell and there was nothing on earth she could do about it.
Then, with a low deep moan that erupted somewhere inside her ribcage, the floodgates burst and her nakedly exposed cunt began to jerk spasmodically up against Max's probing tongue. She was aroused now, completely and shamelessly, and she was oblivious now to Brenda and to her surroundings, to everything in fact but the delicious stabs of pleasure which were piercing her through the whole length of her body converting her flesh into electrified shafts of ecstasy. It was incredible, she thought mistily, this wonderful tongue slewing against her fiery cuntal plane, giving her such unbelievable sensations of joy and bliss. How could she have ever been revulsed by the act? How could she have ever thought it sick or perverse? It was unbelievable and she was sorry now that she had waited so long to experience it.
"Oooohhh Max, your tongue feels so good . . . feels so good on my pussy . . ." She mewled incessantly, giving voice to the multitude of feelings coursing through her impassioned body, transporting her into sensual realms of desire.
She knew she was ready to cum-there was no mistaking the deep spasmodic shudders which were controlling her rhythmic movements. There was a terrific volcano building in her loins as she crashed them shamelessly up against Max's sweating face, and her heaving pussy flowered open to rim wetly around his nose and mouth, and her fingers tangled desperately down in his hair, forcing his face even further up between her excitedly jerking thighs.
And suddenly again, she was there!
Her voice broke in a series of hair-raising shrieks, and her buttocks ground voraciously down against the sofa, the soft inner flesh of her thighs clamping around Max's face like a vise, imprisoning his swirling tongue deep in the greedily sucking walls of her bursting vagina.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm dimming, Max! Oh God, I'm dimming!" she sobbed wildly, her voice incoherent as wave after gigantic wave of pure unadulterated pleasure crashed over her, washing her along on its frantic tide, tossing her passion-wracked body about on the crests of its rising spasms, leaving her breathless as they hurled her down again, only to pick her up once more for another earth-shaking shudder.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn . . ." she gasped again and again as a mist of warm cuntjuice showered from between her wideheld legs and drenched Max's panting reddened face, cutting off his breath completely as she slowly throbbed out her orgasm. Finally, the cumming was over and at last the tremors of ecstasy subsided in her trembling body and she lay there, her breath coming in heavy pants, her eyes closed, her mind dazed and euphoric, swirling still with the last receding traces of her orgasmic pleasure.
Chapter Eight
Burt stood looking around him, perplexed. There had been a "Closed" sign on the boutique door, but when he had tried it, it opened. He had stepped inside and there wasn't anybody in sight. He knew Brenda should be around and felt sure she hadn't gone yet. He had wanted to surprise her and take her out for the afternoon. It would be a real disappointment, because he really looked forward to this outing.
He wondered if he should call out, in case anyone was in the backroom, but decided against it. He didn't really want to meet up with this Max Temple character and there was just a chance he might be there. Still perplexed, I he hesitated.
A sort of sigh sounded in the rear of the boutique, sibilant and muffled. Burt wondered if he had imagined it. No, there it was again! It ! sounded louder ... a strange moan almost. Should he tiptoe back there and investigate, or just leave, forgetting about his plans. But the thought of Brenda, and her beautiful soft body, so skillful and welcoming, arrested him. No, he just had to see her. Timidly, he edged his way towards the back room. He felt like an intruder and fervently hoped that no one would see him. If Darlene still happened to be there, he could pretend he had come to see her, even though she might not believe him. Still, he might as well check, now that he was here . ..
Suddenly, his blood froze in his veins and all color drained from his face as a loud-pitched scream sounded in the shop.
"Oooooohhhh Max, your tongue feels so good in my pussy ..."
Burt twisted his fingers into fists until the knuckles were straining and his nails were digging into his palms. It couldn't be! It couldn't be! there must be some mistake! That voice, impassioned and hoarse, still sounded familiar, but there had to be some mistake!
His blood throbbing in his temples, his heart thudding like a sledgehammer, Burt pushed open the door to the backroom and stepped into the doorway.
No! No! His brain screamed denial at the same time as his horrified eyes took in the sight of his own wife, Darlene, sprawled nakedly out on the sofa, her legs lewdly splayed while a strange man was hunched between them, hungrily licking at her open pussy!
For a long moment, Burt stood there, not believing his own eyes, his shocked brain refusing to register what he saw. His mouth hung open and his eyes were bulging as they vainly tried to communicate what they were observing to his numbed consciousness. He could see the man's long pink tongue snaking in and out of the wet slippery flesh of his wife's widespread cunt and he could hear her mewls of pleasure as her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, forcing his face tighter against the churning wetness of her burning crotch.
He could see her whole, milk-white body heaving, heavily coated with perspiration, her sensuously rounded breasts dancing above her chest from the climactic motions of her body, and then he knew that she was cumming, her voice, lewd and incoherent, shrieking out her release, as her naked ass cheeks pounded hard down against the sofa and her thighs locked scissor-like around the man's face. Her sighs and moans of pleasure echoed in his ears until he thought he was going mad.
Dully, he continued to stare, as the grim facts finally began to assert themselves in his shell-shocked brain. He was watching his own wife's nudely squirming cunt being sucked and licked by some stranger . . . she was ex- periencing an orgasm from the lewd oral act . . . and he was watching her, watching this lasci- vious display of abandoned lust . . . HE WAS WATCHING IT!
Suddenly, reality forced itself in on his be- dazzled brain, and with a roar, like a mad bull, he charged forward, his face scarlet with rage, his eyes wild and staring.
"You fucking little slut, I'm going to break every bone in your body ... oh you god-[ damned little bitch, I'll make you pay for this ... you filthy adulterous little whore ..."
His mouth spewed obscenities as he towered over the cringing body of his thunderstruck wife, his fists waving menacingly in front of him, his eyes cold with anger, the veins on his neck standing out like whipcord from the tension.
Darlene had no time to think. One minute she had been basking in the afterglow of a beautifully satiating orgasm, the next she was being confronted by her irate husband.
"Let me explain, darling . . ." she blubbered, afraid to look directly at him, cowering aginst the sofa, fear written all over her face.
"I saw you! I saw you, you filthy little whore, letting him lick your pussy! I saw you! You loved it, you can't deny it!" His insults were slurred and incoherent and Darlene was terrified that he might lose control at any minute and kill her with his bare hands. He was in such a rage that he might kill her . . . Oh God, she just had to calm him down.
Trembling with terror, she half-raised herself on her elbow and stared beseechingly at him.
"Please, darling," she began in a soft caressing voice, "I can explain everything. Just calm down and I'll tell you how it happened. Believe me, there's an explanation . . ." To her intense relief, she saw the anger begin to fade away from his eyes, the apoplectic color drain from his face as he listened to her soothing words. But it was not her words alone that were affecting him ... his eyes were roaming over the lovely svelte curves of her body, made more provocative by the weeks of love-making she had enjoyed with Max, and enhanced because of the length of time that had elapsed since they made love. Darlene held her breath, hoping against hope that he would regain his temper, the memory of what happened the last time he raged out of control etched on her mind.
"Don't worry, Burt darling, I'll tell you all about it . . ." she murmured, daring to raise her hand and softly caress his shoulder as he stared down at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. This wasn't the Darlene he knew. This was a completely different person, a real woman . . . and he had just seen her burst into orgasm, something she had never done with him ... he pushed the rebellious thoughts of just how she had reached that orgasm from his brain and continued to let his gaze wander freely over her silvery body. She looked so good, he longed to reach out and touch her, feel the softness of those voluptuous curves under his hand, taste the new fulfillment of those full ripe lips . . . and best of all, she seemed to want him to!
In a sort of daze, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers and was amazed at the warm resiliency of them, of the fire pulsing through them. Tentatively, he reached out and stroked the full rounded orb of her breast, incredulous at the vibrant firmness of it. Angry thoughts tried to assert themselves again, but he brushed them aside. He'd worry about all that later, get right to the bottom of the whole affair, but now, his thoughts were centered on the lovely, quivering nakedness of his wife. He just had to feel it, to stroke it, to caress it. ..
With a low moan he bent lower over his wife's trembling body, breathing in the feminine odor of her, inhaling the heady scent of her womanhood.
"Oohh Darlene," he sighed as his mouth traced a hot path of tremulous desire down the satiny skin of her throat, lower to the enticing arc of her molded breasts, orally caressing each one in turn in loving, tender gestures . . .
Darlene sighed blissfully, thrilled not only at having averted his terrible rage, but also from the delicious tremors which were rippling through her from her husband's light, delicate touches. It was good, feeling him caress and kiss her like this, far, far better than she remembered . . .
With shocking suddenness, a loud voice rang out, shattering the peaceful communion of the husband and wife, jolting them back into startling reality . . .
"What about me, lover?"
Chapter Nine
There was a stunned silence, during which nobody moved. Then Burt, his face ashen, slowly turned around.
"Brenda!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, you seem to have forgotten about me!" she said crisply, moving nearer to where her lover was bending over his naked wife.
"Brenda, I . . ." he began again, his voice trailing off miserably.
"I see you quickly found another diversion!" she snapped angrily. "Well," she went on vehemently, "let's see which of us is really to your ! taste . . ."
Darlene stared in bewilderment at Brenda, and then turned her gaze back to Burt, realization finally dawning.
"You!" she accused, "you were having an affair with Brenda all along!"
"Darlene, please listen . . ." But Darlene wasn't listening. She was staring at Brenda, who was beginning to unzip her tunic and was casually shrugging it off.
"Brenda, what are you doing?" Burt demanded, his voice harsh.
"Wait and see, mister!" she snapped, as she unzipped her satin bell bottoms, and slowly rolled them down. Darlene gazed in astonishment as Brenda finally stood there, clad only in her bra and panties. Then with a strange smile, she began to walk slowly around in a circle, swinging her hips in an exaggerated way, loosening the pins in her hair as she did so, allowing to cascade in a dark flood around her face. Burt, once more distracted from his wife, couldn't take his eyes off the pirouetting figure. The enticing sway of her shapely little buttocks held his stare and he was mesmerized by the effrontery of her lewd strip tease.
Darlene also was bewildered, but experienced at the same time, a slight feeling of relief. She still hadn't quite absorbed the fact that Brenda had been involved, was involved, with her husband, while at the same time she herself was having an affair with her boss, Max. She felt a wave of jealousy assault her as she stared at the beautiful dark-haired girl who had so captivated her husband, but she couldn't help feeling that her husband's infidelity eased somewhat the guilt of her own adultery. In fact, now that she thought about it, that was probably why Burt had seemed so preoccupied of late ... he was slipping out to see Brenda, while she was keeping clandestine meetings with Max!
Brenda had once more stopped in front of Burt, and Darlene watched in utter astonishment as the girl's slender white hands crept behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her creamy upswept breasts to fall free. Darlene, with a tinge of jealousy, heard Burt draw in his breath at the sight of them, and stare wildly after her as she began to circle around him once more, her firmly rounded breasts jiggling enticingly.
Darlene didn't know what to think. On one hand, she felt like running over there and slapping the other girl for carrying on like that in front of her husband, but yet, on reflection, who was she to cast the first stone? Burt himself caught her cumming from another man's licking her vagina, and she had been so lucky that he didn't half-kill her on the spot. She was grateful for having side-stepped his anger, and realized with relief, that he couldn't now punish her for behavior similar to his.
"Now Mr. Turner, let's see where your real interest lies!" Brenda sneered as her fingers edged inside the waistband of her panties, and with torturous slowness, began to ease them down over her shapely hips. Burt gasped as the first dark strands of her pubic fleece came into view and Darlene was amazed as the girl casually discarded her panties at her ankles, neatly steeping out of them. Then, hands on hips, she pirouetted quickly around, and Darlene caught a glimpse of white satiny buttocks followed by r the flash of a raven pubic mound. Then once more, Brenda was standing before Burt, her lovely lips leering teasingly.
"Well?" she questioned with icy emphasis.
There was complete silence. Burt looked beseechingly at Darlene, then back at Brenda. His brain was in a turmoil. The events of the past few minutes were proving too much for him. First the discovery of his wife stripped naked with another man, then his rediscovery of her i delectable body, and her subsequent discovery of his infidelity. Now he was torn between them, and to make matters worse, he had a I throbbing erection, which seemed to be getting i bigger every minute, making his pounding cock jab achingly at his thigh, scream for release from the prison of his pants. What was he to do? If he turned towards Darlene, Brenda would never speak to him again, and he didn't know if he could take that. After all, Darlene might fling his infidelity back in his face and revert to her former frigid ways. On the other hand, if he opted for Brenda, Darlene would certainly be furious-it might even mean the end of his marriage. Either way, he was lost . . . he was trapped in a web of his own making, and there was no way out.
The silence was unbearable. Brenda standing there, her face like stone, her eyes watchtul; Darlene puzzled, not quite sure of herself, Burt himself troubled, perplexed, a little afraid, and Max, whom everybody had forgotten, watching the entire tableau with quizzical amusement.
A metallic rustle shattered the silence, and Burt stared in utter disbelief as his wife casually unzipped his pants and gently eased out the huge protuberance of his aroused prick. He heard her gasp with astonishment as her eyes roamed over it, and trepidation clambered through him as he waited, wondering what she was going to do. Incredulous, he watched as she took the huge throbbing length in her hands and began to stroke it, with tentative feathery strokes that sent shivers scampering along his spine. Her fingertips kneaded the throbbing surface while her palm cupped the softly dangling sac of his testicles and Burt emitted a long drawn out sigh of mingled relief and ecstasy. He could hardly believe that Darlene, his hitherto prudish wife was actually loving stroking and fondling his cock. Brenda stared in astonishment at the unforeseen occurrence, at a loss as to what to do now that her plot had backfired.
Darlene stared at the long throbbing shaft of fire held between her fingers and sighed blissfully. She couldn't explain the impulses that had lead her to taking it in her hand and caressing it; she only knew that she wanted to, more than anything else, and now she was doing it. She continued to stroke the feverishly i throbbing flesh, her fingernails grating the tin- I gling skin, and then she pushed him to a sitting f position on the couch and kneeled down between his legs, she smiled up at him momentarily with a lewd, hungry-like grin, then with a slow, even movement, she lowered her head, snaking her tongue out suddenly and lashing the hot trembling organ with a cool wet sweep.
Burt gasped in astonishment, unable to beilieve his eyes or the tumultuous feelings cascading through him. He just couldn't believe that it was really happening, that Darlene was actually licking his cock, just like Brenda had licked it weeks ago. Her tongue swirled around the long pole, racing up and down the length of it, probing beneath the flaring cap of the head, burrowing into the hairy nest at the base of it, dropping lower still to coat the squirming mass of his balls with her warm saliva.
"Oh God honey, it's fabulous ..." he moaned incoherently, leaning back against the sofa, his eyes half-closing, his face flushing a bright red from the delicious contact. Darlene was amazed at her own termerity and wondered at the change in herself as she continued to lick her husband's penis with loving strokes of her deft tongue. Of course, she was a new woman now, thanks to Max and all that he had put her through, but somehow, sucking a man's cock was something she had balked at-until now. Now this last inhibition seemed to have been banished, too, like all the others, and she was tree to taste for the first time the piquancy of a male organ in her mouth, inhale the pungent odor of his masculine scent, give him pleasure in this really thrilling way.
Burt moaned through clenched teeth as tremors of ecstatic passion rippled through him and every millimeter of his flesh felt pricked by red hot needles of pleasure.
"Oooooooohhhhh
Oh God . . ." he gasped suddenly as he felt the pressuring circle of his wife's lips as they slipped wetly over the hard bulbous head and began to enclose his palpitating prick in her lovely warm mouth. More and more of it she took inside her until Burt felt sure she'd choke, and the rubbery head was pressing all the way back against her larynx.
The stimulating squeeze of her firmly ovaled lips infused him with unbelievable pleasure and opening his eyes, he looked down to see her lipstick rimmed mouth locked tightly in a beautiful "O" around the red, pounding rod of his prick, and the sight added to his lascivious pleasure.
Darlene's flaxen colored hair fell down like a silk curtain around her face, tickling his abdomen, and the almost beatific look on her face was a strange contrast to the wanton quality of the act she was performing with such obvious hunger. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were still entwined around the excitedly pulsing base of his penis as her lovely honeyed lips slithered lovingly up and down the inflated thickness of the driving shaft of flesh. There was an incredible aching in his balls, carressed to exploding point by the measured pumping of her palm as she cradled them tenderly in her hand, her rhythmic kneading in perfect timing with the voracious sucking of her warmly nibbling lips.
He would never have believed that his wife had it in her to suck and lick at his cock like a hot little whore, but then he had never expected to come in and find her getting her pussy licked by that character. It was strange how her infidelity didn't seem quite so bad now-he supposed it was because she knew about himself and Brenda! BRENDA! He had forgotten all about her in the thrilling excitement of Darlene's unexpected move, and now, hurriedly, he cast a glance around and saw her standing very near him, looking very forlorn. She looked like a little lost child, her pale face sorrowful, yet her silken creamy body the form of a real woman.
"Brenda, honey . . ." he whispered and immediately she was by his side, her eyes brightening; "Brenda baby, I want to lick your cunt . . ." his mouth framed the words before he had a clear idea in his mind of what he wanted to do and before he knew what was happening, Brenda was positioning herself at the head of the sofa, thighs drawn apart, her head thrown back in anticipatory pleasure. Darlene, kneeling on the floor beside her husband, didn't seem to notice what was going on and continued to swipe with her tongue at her husband's hard bulging penis with a mastery that was unexpected.
Burt felt a new surge of pleasure as he caught sight of the exposed pink flesh of Bren-da's moist warm cunt and with a moan, he reached over and placed his thumb and forefinger on each throbbing, blood-swollen flange, gently drawing them apart, revealing the contracting edges of her delicate cuntal orifice. He continued to gaze up between her open thighs, shivers raising goose-bumps all over his spine, and then, without hesitation, he leaned over sideways and plunged his long wet tongue into the throbbing folds of her waiting vagina.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
Aaaaaggghhhhh
" Brenda gasped and jerked back from the searing contact, color flooding her face, her flesh tingling with lewd excitement. Burt's tongue probed and searched among the loose, moist recesses, drawing out the nectar juices of her womanhood, burrowing deep into the warm wet walls of her female scented cunt.
"Ooohhhh
it's so good, Burt . . ." Bren- da moaned ecstatically, drawing her knees back towards her shoulders, affording him greater access to the palpitating expanse of her wet, naked genitals.
Darlene heard Brenda's sighs of pleasure and wondered what was happening but she was so engrossed in the wonderful sensation of, for the first time, having her husband's desire-hardened cock in her mouth that she didn't care, turning her attention completely over to the by now expert tonguing she was giving it, playing her slippery organ around and around the rock-hard head, dipping the tip into the tiny glans opening at the very top, rubbing against the webbed underside, feeling his heated male sperm building in the long narrow tube underneath.
It was amazing how good it felt and her mouth was completely filled with his exciting masculinity, and her nostrils were flaring from inhaling his pungent maleness. Her roundly ovalled lips slid up and down the long column, enclosing it almost completely to the hilt in her greedily sucking mouth. She could feel the wild seething of his balls in her palm and the tremors which transmitted themselves from his palpitating cock through the whole length of his body. Again, she heard Brenda emit a long soulful moan and this time she just had to see what was going on.
She turned her head slightly sideways for a moment, straining her eyes, and then she muffled a gasp around her husband's gyrating cock when she saw what was going on. She couldn't believe it! Burt, her husband, was licking Brenda's vagina, just like Max had licked her own, while she, Darlene was sucking his cock! She was involved in a lewd three-way act! She thought she would feel horror and revulsion . . . instead, she didn't care! She didn't care that she was kissing and mouthing her husband's penis while he in turn licked and sucked her girlfriend's pussy. She knew then that she had really come a long way, and had at last thrown off completely the dismal blanket of inhibition. She was fully liberated and ready for anything . . . even this lascivious threesome!
Burt buried his face in Brenda's delicious steaming cunt, reveling in her intoxicating femininity, his tongue racing around insanely as he dipped and swept and slashed at her soft wet flesh, enjoying her muffled moans of pleasure as her thighs closed in around his face, trapping him there, not letting him escape from the pulsating heat of her writhing vagina.
The pressure in his balls was becoming unbearable and he knew that he must cum soon. He was still disbelieving about his wife, even more so now that she seemed to know she was part of a licentious trio and didn't seem to mind! He could feel great swirls of heat rising from the pit of his stomach and curl upwards through his frame, and he knew that the moment had come.
But Brenda was there before him.
"AAAGGGHHH! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm dimming! I'm dimming! I'm . . . ah . . . I'm . . . AAAHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh . . ." And she was there, her pelvis grinding wildly against the sofa, her thighs clamped onto his cheeks, her pussy flowering open to eject a misty spray of her hotly gushing orgasmic juices. He could feel the prehensile nibbling of her tender pussy-flesh as it pulled at his lips and mouth and the feverish milking of her writhing cuntal sheath sucking back at his tongue until it was aching. Her hands were pulling furiously at his hair, tearing out strands as she bucked and twisted in orgasmic abandon. His absorption in her crazily flailing climax seemed to be the trigger of his own release, and his soulful grunt was lost in the depths of her twitching vagina as a tremendous shudder engulfed him completely making him vibrate from head to toe as a great torrent of pleasurable heat cascaded from his mouth-enclosed cock like molten lava.
Darlene tensed as she felt the onslaught of his orgasm and then happiness flooded through her as she tasted the first drops of her husband's hot thick semen as it spurted eagerly into her mouth. Greedily she gulped it, anxious not to lose a single drop, proud of her effort in bringing her husband to such a total release as this. His ejaculation seemed never ending as it poured on down into her eagerly waiting belly and still she took it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling with the tremendous effort of keeping up with the gigantic flow. She knew that Brenda too was climaxing and felt a surge of illicit delight at being part of the wanton threesome. At last, Burt's desperately jerking cock began to empty and still her tightly stretched lips clung possessively to it, unwilling to let it go, even when it deflated and slithered limply from her mouth. Then all three slumped exhausted against each other, Burt cradled between the inert forms of his wife and her momentarily satiated girlfriend.
Max Temple stood looking at the nakedly relaxed trio, his face wrinkled in perplexity. He couldn't deny that the sight of Turner licking Brenda's cunt while his cock was being sucked to dimming by his wife excited him more than anything in a long time, and also that he was left out of the whole proceedings. He had forgotten what a firebrand Brenda was, and now the sight of her nakedly perspiring body, faintly sheening and heaving with tremors of excitement, sent ripples of desire prickling along his spine. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and the erection which witnessing the lewd threesome had started seemed to be growing to gigantic proportions.
He couldn't stand it any longer.
"Brenda . . . Brenda, baby, come here . . ." he muttered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving her pale, ripe body.
Brenda raised her head, a puzzled look on her face, and then she saw Max standing there, his eyes bulging, hurriedly stripping oft his clothes. Her eyes fell immediately to the heavy bulge of his genitals as he released them from the confines of his pants, and she ran the tip of her tongue around her dry lips as she saw how his bloated cock stood out like a massive tree trunk against the forest of his pubic hairs.
"Brenda . . . over here!" he whispered again, urgently and desperately, and like an automaton, Brenda disentangled herself from Burt and moved quickly over to where Max was standing, her lips parted in excitement, her eyes riveted on the fleshy hardness of his fully erect penis.
Darlene and Burt were looking at each other, not knowing what to say. Each face mirrored the hurt the other had caused, and yet they knew that they were both equally guilty of the adultery they had committed against each other.
Finally, Darlene broke the silence.
"I'm sorry, Darling . . ." she murmered at last, her eyes averted from her husband's.
"Sorry about letting that guy lick your cunt?" Burt slashed out, her apology awakening the old wound.
Darlene looked at him, anger beginning to seethe deep inside her. Who was he to berat her?
"No, come to think of it, I'm not sorry! In fact, I'm glad I had an affair with Max . . . espedaily now that I've discovered about your affair with Brenda!" Her look was haughty and proud, and it was Burt's turn to look sheepish.
"Darlene, I can explain . . ." he began again, wishing now that he hadn't flown off the handle when she had apologized.
"It's all right, honey," Darlene whispered, her voice soft again. "I understand!"
"Y-you do?" Burt gasped incredulously.
"Yes, I do!" Darlene went on. "It was mainly my fault, I know-I drove you to it, with my bitchiness and my obstinacy."
"No, no, darling," Burt interrupted, "after what I did to you that night . . . half raping you from behind like that . . . but I never thought you'd . . . you'd get involved with another man!"
"Anyway, I did, and it doesn't matter now!" Darlene assured him briskly.
"Doesn't matter?" Burt echoed incredulously. "Doesn't matter that you've been carrying on with another man behind my back. I find you having your pussy licked to distraction by another man and you tell me it doesn't matter!"
"But that's just the point, honey," Darlene soothed, a smile creasing her face. "Don't you see, before this, I would have never let you or anyone else kiss me up between my legs!"
"Yes, but what's . . .' Burt interrupted truculently.
"Let me finish, darling," she went on. "I think most of our problems about the house, my job, etc. sprung from my sexual frustration, and yours too, probably. I just couldn't face the fact that I was frigid!"
"But you weren't!" Burt insisted.
"Yes, Burt, I was, and you know it. But now, I'm free-a completely new woman, and we have Max to thank for that!"
Burt scowled, his face menacing again.
"Oh don't be like that, honey," Darlene laughed happily, "it's obvious that whatever was holding me back couldn't have been solved by you-it took another man and the sordid, wicked excitement of doing it with a stranger to shake me loose. Now don't you see?"
"Yes, I guess so, but you can imagine that it doesn't make me feel much of a man when I realize that my wife can only reach a climax with another guy!"
"Oh darling that isn't true!" Darlene laughingly protested.
"No?" Burt answered hopefully.
"No!, and I can prove it!" Darlene laughed, reaching out tenderly with her hand, her eyes roaming lovingly over her husband. "I can prove it this very minute!"
Their rapport was shattered by a piercing scream from the other side of the room.
"Oh God Max, that's it. .. Aaaaaaahhhhhh ..."
Startled, they looked over and saw that Max and Brenda were grinding nakedly together on the floor, his hirsute buttocks pumping hotly between her widespread thighs. Brenda's arms were locked around his neck and her ankles were locked together up behind his back. Max was fucking wildly into Brenda, and she was enjoying it!
"Looks like they have the right idea!" Darlene said suggestively, and Burt stared at her in amazement.
"W-what do you mean?" he faltered, unsure of himself. Could this be his wife talking, making those unbelievable insinuations?
"Well, I suggest we follow the example of Brenda and Max-after all, they do seem to have forgotten all about us-and they are enjoying themselves . . ." Her arm slid up to caress her husband's shoulder as he stood there, open mouthed in amazement, and was powerless to stop her as she casually began to undress him, tenderly stroking his body as she quickly made him naked. Almost carelessly, her hand slipped down to his semi-inert penis and began to fondle it, engendering startling new life into it, imbuing it with excited strength.
Burt could only stare in amazement as he saw his prick leap into rigid protuberance again under his wife's ministrations, and his eyes began to rove wildly over her delectable naked body. The events of the past hour were proving to be beyond him and he let his emotions take over-wild, primitive instincts which propelled him into reaching out and grabbing his wife, urged on by the wet, slapping sounds of the pair in the corner as they fucked and battered against each other in a crazed pagan rhythm.
He ground down his lips on his wife's surprised mouth, forcing his tongue between her teeth, his numbed brain registering surprise as her organ rose to meet his and danced a lewd tango as they swirled around each other whipping up a cloud of their warmly commingled saliva. Burt's head was dizzy as he prolonged the kiss, intoxicated bv the soft nearness of Darlene's nakedly stripped body, prompted by experience of the past to feel that this would not last. Then Darlene's lips were against his ear and she was whispering excitedly.
"Oh Burt darling, let's lie down on the couch and fuck now ... I want you to fuck me now ..."
Tumultuous feelings cascaded through Burt, and with a savage moan he forced Darlene on her back against the sofa and she sank down onto it, opening her arms and visibly trembling thighs wide to her husband.
Burt was enflamed by the sight of her cream-skinned body, so warm, so receptive, for the very first time, to his embraces. His mouth trailed a hot path of fiery kisses down the lovely length of her swan like throat, down to her breasts where he goaded each rosy nipple in turn into burning turgidity, further still to the flat enticing plane of her stomach.
Darlene moaned in ecstasy under his touch, spreading her legs in tremulous anticipation. She could feel the hot lead weight of his prick as it cleaved against the flesh of her inner thigh and she could sense a tingling in her pussy as if it was aware of the proximity of the delicious organ. She sighed as she felt him position the hugely pulsating rod between her quivering legs, felt the first hard nudge of the insistent head against the delicate flesh of her pussy lips. Then, he slowly parted the soft golden curls of her pubic hair and she moaned as she felt the first tentative surge forward by her husband.
Burt stared down in goggle-eyed disbelief at what was happening, and then, as if afraid that the sight would vanish like a mirage, plunged forward with all his strength and sunk his throbbing, fully erect cock half-wav into his wife's hotly welcoming cunt.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh . . ."' Darlene gasped, her breath shaken out of her by the sudden force of his cock burrowing up into her belly . . . "Oh, that's it ... Oh Darling, that's it . . ."
Burt continued to push forward, feeling his heavy blood-engorged member slicing through the unresisting butter soft passage until it fi- nally came to rest against the mouth of her womb, the heavy sperm-filled sac of his scro- tum resting solidly against the naked split of her upturned ass-cheeks. He held it there for a moment and then flexed it slightly, and was overjoyed to feel the answering throb from deep inside his wife's moistly enfolding vagina.
Joyfully, he withdrew only to ram forward again, his whole body elevated with the idea of fucking his young, voluptuously curved wife and for the first time having her really enjoy it. ;
There was nothing like it, he thought, as he plowed into her with deep hard strokes, feeling her cuntal walls flower open avidly to receive him, sensed the reality of nothing being held back as he ground it excitedly into her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Max Temple's body quivering as he rammed with all his might into Brenda's wide open pussy, and he was astonished to find that he felt no jealousy at watching his mistress, his own wife's girlfriend, being screwed by someone else. He had Darlene now-she was the one who mattered, and now she was more alive that he ever dreamed possible. His hands reached
up and clasped tightly around the quivering orbs of her breasts, and he felt the berry-hard nipples strain against his palms in an agony of excitement. He could feel the tremors of excitement coursing through her body and he was thrilled beyond belief to realize that it was he and his burgeoning cock that was the cause of her ecstasy.
Darlene was delirious with happiness. She was enjoying, with the very fibre of her being, being screwed like this by her husband in the same room where just a few days ago she had taken on two other men at the same time. And . . . the most wonderful thing of all . . . her body was responding totally and completely, in a way it never had before, even with her boss, Max. She knew at last the true fulfillment of being completely satisfied by her husband and it was a thrilling one. Her body rose to meet his every thrust, and she received him deep inside her, every nerve-ending tensed in welcome, and then when he was withdrawing, her viscous cuntal channel clung tenaciously to him, as if fearful of losing him.
The knowledge that Max and Brenda were similarly making love only a few feet away added in a lewd way to her excitement, and by turning her head a little she could see them clearly. Brenda's legs were spreadeagled and pulled all the way back to her breasts, her fingers like talons in Max's shoulders. Darlene could just get a glimpse of thinly straining lips of pink moistness before their bearded softness was obscured by the thick heavy rod of Max's cock slicing into her open belly, and Darlene could hear the Ooomph! that Brenda emitted each time their boss' heavily driving hardness struck home. It was strangely exciting to watch them, their sweat soaked bodies slapping lewdly together, her lover and her girlfriend, her husband's mistress, as they rocked and fucked insanely against each other in total abandon-just like she herself and Burt were doing.
Her arms reached up and pulled Burt down on her once more, enjoying the feel of his hard sinewy chest against her pulsating breasts, enjoying the harsh grinding force of his kiss as his lips descended on hers. Eagerly she darted her tongue into his mouth, and sought his, enjoying to the full the simulation of unrestrained intercourse as their organs sucked and pulled at each other in wonderfully abandoned excitement.
"Oh Christ, Darlene, you're fabulous ... I love fucking you . . ." Burt gasped as he slammed his pelvis hard between her upraised thighs, and his crude words of praise thrilled her like no carefully-worded compliment had ever done.
In a daze, she felt her legs being forced back higher over her husband's shoulders, felt the new thrill as his driving prick was able to explore secret areas of her open vaginal depths with unobstructed ease. She held in her breath as she felt his middle finger searching down beneath her churning vagina and probe tentatively around the smoothly, hidden crevice of her ass, jab experimentally at the crinkled rubbery ring of her anus. Then with unexpected harshness, Burt rammed his digit in to the first knuckle into her trembling rectum.
"Noooooooooo . . . not that Burt . . ." she sobbed suddenly as a blinding wave of pain hit her and then ... to her surprise, it cleared immediately, and she realized that she liked it there! Yes, she liked his finger skewering her twice fucked rectum and eagerly she screwed her tingling back passage down onto his digit until he had imbedded it to the palm of his hand up inside her. Yes! Yes! she liked this dual excitement, and lurid little shivers of wickedness ran all over her body as he rotated his finger inside her and began to warm it in unison with the feverish plunging of his prick into her pussy above. This is heaven! Darlene's heart sang as she bucked and tossed frenziedly against her husband, Burt's demented screwing into her, her body laved in perspiration, her brain fuzzy from total arousal. From far, far away, she was aware of a quickening of the wet, sluicing sounds of the other pair in the room, and then the air was resounding with wild orgasmic shrieks.
"Oh Max darling, oh Max, I'm there, I'm there, I'm . . . Cuuummmmmiiinggggg ...!!!" Brenda was cumming and her cries and moans of pleasure reverberated in the atmosphere as her body crashed like waves against the rocks, caught violently in the throes of her orgasm. Max had his release then, too, and Darlene shuddered from the wet smacking sounds of the tremendous power of his climax, manifested in his hoarse, raucous cries. They pounded against each other with unmitigated fury and Darlene thought that their bodies would crack with the strain, but they didn't, they just went on shrilling with excitement as overpowering pleasure surged through them in unison and they wreaked the utmost in ecstasy from each other's moistly connected bodies.
Darlene herself knew that she must be soon on the verge of an orgasm. She was content now to let herself drift, carried along on the gentle drift of pleasure which was rippling through her body and imbuing her with a sense of completeness and happiness.
Burt's rhythmic thrusts were becoming more intensified as he fucked crazily into her, his hands like iron gloves fastened to her thighs, his pelvis like a battering ram pounding against her upturned loins.
"Oh God Darlene, that's it . . . fuck back . . . I'm nearly there . . ." he sobbed out, and Darlene knew that their time had come. Her body felt light and airy, almost floating and was then brought abruptly down to earth as a huge whirlwind like tremor shuddered through her, shaking her arms and legs, making her toss back her head and scream out helplessly . . .
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . Oh Burt! Oh Burt! ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Her wailing seemed to go on forever-she had certainly lost all control over it, and her body itself seemed as if it belonged to someone else, someone who held the strings while she dangled and jerked through the motions of an earth-shattering release that had nothing to do with anything but the incredible pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she continued to chant, her head tossing from side to side, her hair like a golden halo flying around her face. She didn't realize it but her fingers were leaving thick red welts all across her husband's back as they dug into him, and her heels were drumming a tattoo on his aching hips. She was a mindless being, totally out of control as she jerked and bucked from the force of the orgasm which was rocketing through her, taking her with it to another planet, leaving her there, breathless and satiated.
She was barely aware of Burt cumming, filling her hotly welcoming belly with the heat of his sperm, as his pounding up between her now limply dangling thighs assumed maniacal intensity, and his voice was contorted with lustful ebullience.
"Oh God! Oh God Darlene, fuck back . . . keep fucking baaacckkk . . . Uuugghhnnnn . . ."
He was in another world too as he tumbled through uncharted chasms of pleasure which suddenly appeared to swallow him and then just as suddenly ejected him to land on yet another plateau of intense excitement. There had never been anything like it-this fucking he was giving and had received from his wife, and all thought about their differences vanished as he slumped down beside her, a dark blanket of restful satisfaction slipping over both of them as they clung tightly to each others nakedly satiated bodies.
Chapter Ten
It was much, much later when Darlene and Burt finally left. They had no idea what time it was, except that they were glad to be leaving, because after their earth shattering orgasm together, when they had finally rediscovered each other, the evening had taken on orgiastic aspects, and the hours blended, for both of them into a chaotic tangle of arms and legs, cocks and cunts. All four of them, with Max ringleading, had experimented with many different ways and positions, until Darlene was so weak between her thighs that she thought that she would never walk again. Burt, she knew, was anxious to get home, because, suddenly, the importance of Max and Brenda in their lives had faded into insignificance. In fact, Darlene couldn't help thinking that they were well-matched and hoped that she wouldn't see either of them again.
She had decided, somewhere during the course of the long, action-filled night, that she would relinquish her job-she didn't really need it any more. She had also decided that there was something very attractive about their house, and had come to the conclusion that a modern housing development bungalow put her too forcibly in mind of Max and Brenda, and a style of life she had tried to emulate, and of which she had had enough. Yes, from now on, she was determined to be everything that Burt wanted her to be-and, she realized, that she herself wanted to be. No more frisking around for her-she just wanted to be a quiet little housewife, waiting patiently for her husband to come home .. .
"Oh Burt darling, I'm so glad we're going home!" she smiled, hugging him closely as she sat beside him in the car. Burt pressured her shoulder lovingly, his face bright with happiness as he gazed down at his radiant young wife.
"So am I, honey," he laughed, and then added, with a gleam in his eye, "and from now on, my little shopgirl, I'm going to be your only customer!"
"You're the only one I'm going to service, too, darling! She smiled happily, remembering silently and with a grateful warmth, Sean Mathews, the panty salesman. After all, he and Max had really given she and Burt all the happiness they now possessed . . .
