Joanna Clark felt the early morning sun stretch itself across her sleeping face, warming her body through the single blanket that lay half-on, half-off the large double bed. She groaned quietly, turned her eyes away from the picture window that spread across one entire wall of the bedroon, and tried to doze back into the semi-conscious dream world she'd just left. But the more she tried, the more she knew she was awake, and she finally opened her eyes slowly to the sun's reflected brilliance on the wall opposite the bed. She yawned lazily.
Stretching her sleep-filled body with almost feline grace, Joanna rolled over and peered into the sleeping face of her husband. She gazed at him momentarily, trying to decide whether he was really asleep, and then decided he was. Her eyes followed the outline of his lean young body down the bed, imagining every muscle and sinew hidden under the sheets, and she sighed. She reached out with one hand and gently caressed his naked chest, staring at the twists of dark hair that covered his powerful frame, but he groaned and turned over, presenting her with the unresponsive curve of his back. Joanna frowned, and rolled onto her smoothly rounded buttocks, her eyes searching out the texture in the ceiling above.
When was the last time Jack made love to me in the morning? she wondered to herself. God, it's been months! Joanna's mouth twisted itself into a frustrated little pout, as she thought about the turn her marriage had taken in those last few months. Something was wrong, she knew that - had been wrong ever since she began working part-time that summer. It was as though she almost had to beg her husband to make love to her, or when he did, he did it almost impersonally, dutifully. Even last night she had made it clear to Jack that she wanted him, wanted him badly! But his only response had been to turn his back to her just as he'd done in his sleep this morning. Her first reaction to his coolness was always shame at having seemed to be begging for sex, but then she always grew resentful soon after.
Joanna got up from the bed, and made her way to the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. She was still dressed in the sheer negligee she'd put on the night before to entice her husband, unsuccessfully, as it had turned out. As she walked into the bathroom, the smooth fullness of her ripely rounded breasts danced up and down against the transparency of the negligee, and her voluptuously swaying hips were clearly revealed through the thin silk. She entered the bathroom, and stood for a moment in front of the full length mirror, examining her lushly sensual body almost clinically. She gazed at the firm young flesh of her legs and thighs as they disappeared under the short hem of the negligee, and then at the slightly darker triangular shadow of her pubic curls up between her thighs that was just visible through the flimsy material.
There's nothing wrong with my body, she thought to herself. It's still the same firm, unwrinkled flesh that has excited my husband so much throughout our two years of marriage. She gazed proudly at her blonde-haired reflection in the mirror, knowing full well how attractive she was - 26 years old, and she still had the unblemished, youthful complexion she'd had when she'd married - what's wrong with Jack anyway?
Joanna finished in the bathroom, got dressed, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. As she did, she glanced at the kitchen clock, and realized she'd overslept. It was almost 8:30, and she was due for work at the store by 9:00! Hurriedly, she pulled out the cold cereal, grabbed two bowls and spoons, milk and sugar, and sat down at the small kitchen table. She was just pouring her corn flakes when her husband walked into the room.
"Good morning," Jack yawned, retying the string of his pajama bottoms.
"Good morning, dear," Joanna answered.
"Oh Christ! No breakfast again this morning?"
"I'm sorry, darling, but I overslept a little. It's already after 8:30. I've got to rush."
Jack sat himself down at the table, and looked distastefully at the gaily colored corn flakes box in front of him.
"Corn flakes for breakfast, leftovers for dinner. Great. Just great!"
"I said I'm sorry, Jack. I'll try to get home early today and fix a good dinner."
"You'll have to ... or else we won't have any leftovers for tomorrow night," he growled sarcastically.
"Don't start, all right? Just don't start! I said I was sorry."
"That doesn't make cold corn flakes taste any better."
Joanna glared at her husband, and then began eating again. This day was getting off to a blazing start!
Jack picked up the cereal box listlessly, and poured his bowl full, spilling some of the cereal out onto the table. He reached for the sugar and applied it liberally, and then drowned the whole affair with cold milk.
"No coffee, either, I suppose," he said rhetorically.
Without a word, Joanna got up from her chair, grabbed a pan from over the stove, filled it with water from the sink, and set it on the stove, turning on the electricity under it. On her way back to the table she got a coffee mug from the cupboard and set it down in front of her husband with a bang. Jack started.
"My, my . . . we're a little testy this morning aren't we?"
"You're the one that's testy." Joanna answered back at him.
"Mmmm ... Do you think it might have anything to do with the fact that I haven't gotten a decent meal since you started that goddamned job of yours?"
"Oh great," Joanna said, "I guess I'm going to hear all about how a woman's place is in the home again, right?"
"Well it certainly isn't out selling baseball bats and jock straps at Drew's Sports Emporium!" Jack retorted.
"Cute. Very cute."
"I'm glad to hear at least one person thinks so."
Joanna got up from the table again, taking her finished bowl of cereal with her to the sink, and got the instant coffee from the cupboard. She took the half-heated water off the stove, came back to the table, dumped a spoonful of the powder in Jack's mug, and splashed the water in on top of it.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Joanna! The water isn't even hot!"
"Then why don't you heat it yourself? I told you I'm almost late for work."
"And I'll tell you something, baby, that work of yours is getting to be a royal pain in the ass."
"Well it may be for you, but it happens to be the only time I ever get out of this stuffy house, and I enjoy it!"
"Yeah, I know. I've heard it all before. 'Boredom, dull, routine ... I need outside interests!' " Jack said sarcastically.
"Well, can't you understand that? Can't you understand how rotten it is to be cooped up in the house all day with nothing to do but dust and clean things that are already dusted and cleaned?"
Jack gazed at the fire that was beginning to build in his pretty wife's eyes, and he thought briefly how beautiful she was.
"Baby, I've told you I understand. Of course I do. But that doesn't mean you have to go out and work. We don't need any more money, we've got a perfectly good life right now. There are other things to do besides work."
"I know, I know. Bridge clubs and ladies clubs and garden societies," Joanna said. "And all kinds of other things of overwhelming social importance."
"What the hell do you want? You were satisfied with that kind of thing until a few months ago."
"Well, I'm not any more. It begins to pall after awhile, can't you see that?" Joanna said resolutely, sitting down across from him once again.
Jack didn't answer, but got up from the table, emptied his coffee mug into the sink, and set some more water on the stove. His bronzed face was set in a frown, and his tall, lean figure rested against the counter top as he looked at his pouting young wife across the kitchen. He couldn't understand her.
She'd seemed perfectly content with their life together when they'd gotten married, but that summer she'd started getting impatient, nervous, and finally she'd announced to him that she'd taken a job at Drew's Sports, a sporting goods store in the shopping center near their home. She hadn't even consulted him, just gone out and gotten the job! He'd protested, but it hadn't done any good. Nothing could dissuade her from spending her days selling hockey sticks and ping pong balls, and he couldn't understand it. It bothered him that Joanna seemed to take pride in the fact that she was bringing in a meager paycheck, while he was earning a perfectly good salary for his work as representative for a fairly large insurance company in town. There was no reason for her to work, and he didn't like it.
Jack's blue eyes followed his wife's sensuously curving figure as she got up from the table, and took her purse from the doorknob on the kitchen door.
"So how long is this crap going to go on?" he asked.
"Is what "crap" going to go on?" Joanna returned impatiently.
"This fling of yours into the free enterprise system. You know, baby, it's a little embarrassing when people at the office start to kid me about my sending my wife out onto the streets to support me.
"Jack, why is it such a big thing for you? There are plenty of other women who work. And besides, what's wrong with bringing a little more money home at the end of the month?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong with it," he answered with a slight note of anger in his voice. "What's wrong with it is that we don't need the money, that I bring home enough to give us a good, comfortable life. Not luxurious, like you might want, but comfortable. It makes me feel like a money-grubber, you know, when I think you have to go out ..."
"Well, it shouldn't make you feel that way," Joanna interrupted him, "and I don't need a luxurious life. You're just being ..."
"Do you want to take a look at last month's clothing bills? If that isn't luxurious, I don't know what is!"
"Jack, that's my money!" Joanna said forcefully. "I worked for it, and I can buy a few extra dresses with it if I want!"
"Do you think I can't afford to buy you decent clothes? Is that it?"
"Jack, of course not ..."
"Then what the hell is it?"
Joanna looked at her husband, the burning anger in him shown in the way his body tensed as he leaned against the counter across the room. She sighed with exaggerrated exasperation, and turned to the door.
"I've got to go. I'll be late for work."
"Now wait a minute, Joanna, I want an answer!"
"I've give you answers until I'm blue in the face, but you can't understand it!" she said angrily. "And I don't want to talk about it any more. I'm going to work, and I'm going to try to get home early to cook dinner."
"Oh man ..." Jack sighed frustratedly.
"I'll see you this evening." The blonde young wife looked to where her husband stood with his eyes fastened on the ceiling. "We can talk about it again then if you want," she said with mock cheerfulness, and left the room.
Jack stayed where he was until the insistent bubbling of the water on the stove roused him. He took the pan off, fixed himself a cup of coffee, and brought it to the table, sitting down with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He loved his wife dearly, and quarrels with her always made him feel very empty and tired.
Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he was being too intolerant . . . No, goddamn it, he hadn't changed ... it was Joanna that had changed! He took a long drink of his coffee, choking as the scalding liquid burned its way down his throat, and then got up to get himself ready for work.
As Joanna walked the half mile to the shopping center where she worked, she thought of the argument she'd just had with her husband. Oh, he was partially right, she knew that. She was neglecting some of her household chores; but after all, her job kept her fairly busy. She didn't work every day, but her hours were enough to keep her fairly occupied, and she no longer spent the entire afternoon planning the evening meal. Thank God!
Joanna glanced at her watch as she neared Drew's Sports, the store where she worked as a clerk, and saw that she was about ten minutes late. Hurrying inside, she said a quick hello to Susan Marlowe, the other girl who worked in the store, and went into the back to get rid of her purse. Coming out again, she walked over to where Susan was cataloging a recent shipment of tennis shoes. "Mr. Drew isn't in yet?" she asked. "No," Susan replied. "Have you ever known him to be in before ten o'clock?"
Joanna laughed, and knelt down beside her co-worker.
"What can I help you do?" "Oh, there's a few cartons of tennis balls out in back. You could bring some in to stock up the shelves in here."
"All right!" As Joanna got up, she glanced at the revealing new outfit the little brunette was wearing, noticing it for the first time. It was really something with its extremely short leather mini-skirt that rode high on the girl's nakedly curving thighs as she crouched over the shoe boxes, and its very low, very see-through blouse that hung loosely over her shoulders and showed almost all the ripe cleavage between her full, high-riding breasts . . . and just barely hid the dark brown circles around her nipples.
Joanna smiled almost enviously as she walked to the back storage room, marvelling at how Susan always seemed to be wearing something different every day, and how whatever she wore exposed her sexuality almost to the point of brazenness. Joanna envied her co-worker for the way she dressed and moved, but not so much for her finely sculpted body for she, herself, was just as richly endowed as the other girl in that department. It was the fact that Susan was free, unmarried, not tied down to all the drudgery that marriage sometimes meant. Secretly, Joanna sometimes wondered how it would be to be that liberated, that unencumbered.
She found a stack of cartons in the store room containing the tennis balls, and brought one out, placing the cans on the shelf a few feet away from where Susan was working. Then she crossed the room to organize her cash register for the start of the day.
"Did you oversleepl"
Joanna looked up at the sound of Susan's voice, and smiled wanely.
"Well, a little I guess. But that wasn't what made me late."
Susan giggled.
"Well, I won't pry," she laughed, with a suggestive look in her eyes.
"Oh no," Joanna shook her head, "not that. Just the opposite in fact." She paused. "The chief was restless again."
"Oh dear . . . same old problem?"
"Same old problem."
Susan Marlowe turned back to her work, and was silent for a minute. Then she turned again to the young blonde wife. "I wish men would realize that times have changed. I think most men I know would feel the same way as your husband. It's ridiculous! It's as though they expect us to be slaves or something . . . harems of one."
"Jack told me this morning," Joanna said, "that the guys at his office kid him about forcing his wife out on the streets to work for him."
"Oh, Jesus, that's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," Susan snorted. "A woman can't even get a part-time job without threatening the whole male-ego superstructure." The little brunette's eyes were on fire now, as she grew more excited. "All they expect us to do is sit at home, watch soap operas, cook meals, and then hop into bed at night and make them feel like great big he-men."
"And sometimes they don't even want you to do that," Joanna blurted out without thinking, and then blushed. What was she saying?
"Oh, I see," Susan whistled. "So that's part of the problem too, mmm?"
"Oh well," she squirmed uncomfortably, "not really ..."
"Yeah . . . 'not really' . . . and the moon is made of cream cheese."
Joanna was looking down, and didn't see the strange look of interested excitement that was passing over Susan's suddenly calculating face.
"We better get back to work," Joanna said lamely.
"As you say, honey, as you say. But if you want to talk about it, I'm here."
"There's really nothing to talk about."
"Whatever you say," Susan smiled, and she turned back to her inventory.
Joanna stood staring into the square plastic slots that divided the drawer of her cash box. She was flustered and embarrassed, even more so because of the other girl's obvious awareness that she had some kind of problem with her husband. Well, she would just let it go by, and not talk about it again.
At nine-thirty Joanna opened the shop, but waited twenty minutes for the first customer to come in. After the customer had left, she settled herself down on the stool behind her cash register, and her thoughts returned once again to her husband. She couldn't banish the slight emptiness and lonely gnawing which invaded her stomach, and her brain was weighted with a dull depression. She knew her feelings were a result of her quarrel with Jack, and she wished she'd refrained from arguing with him.
But somehow she just couldn't control herself when he started nagging her, and her defense of her job took on the aspect of a defense of her basic feminine rights. The whole movement today was for the liberation of women from the fetters of housework and drudgery, a trend toward working and finding interests and activities outside the home, and Jack was trying to keep her back in the Middle Ages.
She wished with all her heart that things were right between herself and her husband, but she just didn't seem to be able to keep peace between them. The recent disharmony of their marriage was even more glaring in comparison with the wonderful rapport they'd had when they were first married. Joanna could hardly bear to think about those early days now - a time which seemed so far away and unattainable. Unwanted tears pricked at her eyes as she recalled the incredible happiness she'd experienced, the unbelievable joy of just being with Jack. They never seemed to argue or fight then - they just naturally agreed with what the othex said and wanted. How different it was from now, when they found it difficult to exchange a civil sentence without coming to rest on the persistent thorn of her job.
A strange thrill shuddered through her as she sat comfortably on the high stool behind the counter. She recalled with sudden clarity the long, endless nights of love-making during their early days of marriage, when the very touch of Jack's warmly caressing hand on her expectantly quivering body sent surges of ecstasy rippling through her, when she trembled in heated anticipation as his hungry young mouth smashed down on hers, how her wetly throbbing vagina glowed with a warm eager acquiescence. Yes, how different it all was now . . . Jack never seemed to kiss or caress her anymore, and as for love-making, what they did now could hardly be called that.
Another customer came in, and Susan Marlowe went to help him. Joanna watched her easy, provocative smile as she approached the man, and saw, too, how quickly the man responded to her overall sexuality. The warmly enticing look in Susan's eyes, framed by the soft halo of her shining brown hair, combined with the low seductive hum of her voice from across the room, made Joanna think of a cat on the prowl, and she smiled as she realized how apt the comparison was. Susan was the cat on the prowl, and she usually got her prey. Joanna was glad Jack had never met her.
"First sale of the day," Joanna said to her co-worker, as the customer left.
"Not bad either," Susan laughed. "He came in wanting golf balls, and he left with two new irons, a putter . . . and a hard-on!" she rolled her eyes suggestively and giggled.
In spite of the crudeness of the remark, Joanna laughed and watched as Susan entered the sale in her sales book. The brown-haired beauty had a knack of selling a customer mora than he came in to buy, and Joanna knew it was because of her overtly sexy approach to the male customers. Joanna had never been able to bring herself to use such an obvious ploy, but it certainly seemed to work.
The morning lull stretched on, and by ten-thirty only two more customers had come in. The blonde young wife went to the back of the store, and fixed herself a cup of coffee. Bringing it back out in front, she resumed her place behind the counter and tried unsuccessfully to steer her thoughts away from the troubles with her husband. It was no use. Jack was on her mind, and she couldn't think of anything else. Her thoughts hovered around the erotically stimulating visions of the two of them lying nakedly entwined in bed, in the early days, when she had thrilled to Jack's expert love-making.
She remembered how her body had reverberated with the vibrancy of his wildly contagious passion, how she had sighed under his deft ministrations. It had all been so wonderful. . . why this terrible lull in their love-life now, this agonizing break in their sexual activity? They hadn't made love in at least a week, if not more; and ever since she'd decided once and for all to keep the job she'd taken without his knowledge, their nights together in bed had been strained, uncomfortable, unsuccessful, and all too infrequent. An ache persisted somewhere deep in Joanna's loins, emphasizing the hungry longing she already felt. In her two years of marriage, she had been accustomed to regular and frequent sexual intercourse, and now her love-starved body missed it, needed it, craved it.
She remembered with a flush of shame how the night before she had tried to initiate love-making with Jack, and how he'd rejected her. She had approached him almost timidly, her hand trailing across the hair on his naked chest as he lay beside her in bed. Even now she winced as she remembered how shamelessly she'd pleaded.
"Jack, it's been so long ..." she'd whispered, her wetly parted lips brushing against his cheek and dropping to trace his jawline. Her own heatedly aroused body was trembling in eagerness, and her moistly pulsating vagina was already soaked in a hot anticipation.
"Look, honey, I'm pretty pooped ..." he'd replied coldly, and Joanna knew right away that she shouldn't press it, but she couldn't help herself.
"Oh, darling, please ... I really need to feel you deep up inside me ... " she'd whispered, her hand sinking down between the sheets to inch its way across his naked belly toward the string on his pajama bottoms. She felt him tense, then he said, "Come on, Joanna, I've had a really hard day. I'm too bushed ..."
"But I have to have you, darling ... I need to feel your wonderfully hard penis moving up inside ..." And she'd continued to lower her hand, snaking it under the waist of his pajamas, feeling the tight curls of the wiry pubic hair at the base of his limply unresponding penis.
"Jesus Christ, Joanna, cut it out, will you?" Jack had finally protested, grabbing her hand roughly and pushing it from his pajamas. "I said I was tired, and I meant it!"
The anguished girl had bitten her lip to keep the tears from coming to her eyes as she recoiled from his rough treatment, and had watched with a flushed face as he'd turned his back to her and fallen asleep almost immediately. Even this morning, as she sat behind her counter in the store, she could feel the embarrassment and, even more tormenting, the persistent, unrequited ache in her dully throbbing vagina.
Joanna squirmed on her stool, trying to rid herself of the gnawing up between her weakly trembling thighs. It was as though she still lay beside her husband, frustrated by his unresponsiveness, eager for the touch of his massively pulsating hardness against the wet, eagerly quivering lips of her pussy. She still felt the exciting swirls of heat coursing through her aroused young body, the rapidly rising tempo of her breathing, the hot blood pulsing passionately through her cock-starved cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed aloud, her eyes closed, her sensually awakened body almost swaying to the insistent beat of her own self-generated passionate rhythm.
"Has that Spaulding shipment come in yet?"
The deep masculine voice was like a sudden shower of ice-cold water that drenched Joanna's thoughts into oblivion, and her eyes quickly flicked open to find Sam Drew, her boss, staring quizzically at her. He had an obvious knowing look on his face, and his eyes seemed to burn into her mind and read her every lascivious thought. A fiery flame rose in the young blonde's cheeks, and her mouth hinged open stupidly as she stared back at him. My God, how long has he been standing there? Why is he looking at me in that strange, almost lewd hungering way? Are my thoughts really that transparent?
Sam Drew's warmly glowing eyes were roaming frankly over her ripe young body as he stood waiting for the reply to his question. His short muscular frame was leaned against the far end of the counter, and his mouth was twisted into an almost obscene grin.
"Well, you certainly seemed to have something on your mind," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her beet-red face. "Now what could have made you so . . . excited?"
"I . . . I'm sorry," Joanna stuttered, not knowing where to look.
"No need to be sorry," her boss grinned, "no need at all! Of course, when a woman acts the way you did just now - I apologize, I couldn't help watching - well, she can only be thinking of one thing." Again he gazed brazenly over her sensual young body and his eyes finally came to rest on her rapidly rising and falling breasts.
Joanna's blush faded as she stared numbly at her boss. He does know! He knows I've been thinking about Jack making love to me. God! He probably even knows how badly I wanted it last night. She didn't know where to look . . . she felt so ashamed.
"Well, I hate to interrupt your . . . . ah . . . amorous reverie, my dear, seeing as how it seemed so . . . enjoyable, but did the Spaulding shipment come in?"
Dazedly, Joanna answered that it hadn't, and sighed with relief when Sam walked on through the store to his office in the back, pausing at the door to turn to her and smile slightly, as though once again appraising her. Oh God, he does know! He knows exactly what I was thinking! She felt as though he was staring right through her, undressing her, letting his eyes roam lasciviously over her hungering nakedness. She had never been so mortified in her life!
The rest of the day passed routinely, but the young blonde could not allow herself to look her boss directly in the face. Sam didn't bring up the incident again, fortunately, and acted as though he had forgotten it completely. She hoped he had! He appeared very friendly when Joanna asked him during the afternoon if she could leave a little early, and he gave his permission readily. He had also waved good-bye as she left the store, even though he was busy with a customer, which was something he didn't usually do. And, as Joanna walked across the shopping center to the supermarket, she was almost sure she had been imagining things that morning, and that Sam Drew had meant nothing by his teasing. By the time she'd finished her shopping, the incident was forgotten completely, and her thoughts were busy only with planning the beautiful meal she was going to cook for her husband that evening.
Chapter Two
Jack Clark looked up from his desk and gazed through the glass panel window that separated him from the many other cubicles that lined the very posh offices of Henderson Life Insurance. The clock on the far wall told him he had only ten minutes left before he could leave, and he sighed with relief. It had been another frustrating, dull day, and Jack was not sorry to see it end. He had worked for Henderson Life about two years now, and the boring routine was beginning to get to him.
What a difference it was from the exciting life he'd led before he'd married, he thought to himself, as he cleared his desk of the day's work. He stretched out his cramped legs under his desk and closed his eyes, groaning with the stiffness of sitting all day long in the office. Maybe it had been a mistake, letting Joanna talk him into getting out of professional football.
Jack had been signed to the Los Angeles Rams for three years before he and Joanna had married. He had only been a reserve, and had rarely seen action in any games other than on the kick-off and return teams; and the rest of his time had been spent being knocked around by the club's super-stars in practice. But Jack had enjoyed professional football more than anything else he had ever done. The fun of working with a winning club, the pride in knowing that a part of that club's success, however small, was due to himself, had given Jack a feeling of accomplishment and worth.
And then, of course, there had been all the extra dividends, such as the readily available women who were always hanging around the clubhouse, and the sexual rewards those women were always ready and willing to give their men after the gruelling Sunday afternoon battles. Jack had always tried to keep himself disciplined by the fairly stiff training requirements of the team, but somehow he'd never had much success, and it was an open secret among the members of the club that wherever the booze and the women were, there was Jack Clark. His association with the team had been the most exciting three years of his life, and he'd been sad to leave it.
But when he'd married Joanna, he'd given in to her wishes about quitting the club. She'd felt that the weekends away from home, the long days and nights spent practicing, would take him away from her too much of the time, and he had to admit that in the beginning he'd felt the same way. He'd felt that now he was married, he might just as well remove the temptations that were inherent in playing football, temptations that centered around all his old girl friends and the footloose life he'd been leading. What he wouldn't give to be right back in the middle of that fancy-free life right now!
Instead, here he was, bored, just waiting until he could escape the stuffy confines of the office, facing the prospect of another strained evening at home with Joanna. That was the worst part of it: To work at a dull, uninteresting job that he hated every minute of, to have sacrificed his old way of life for his wife, and then to see that it hadn't made any difference. Joanna was obviously not content with the life he was providing for her, and had to go out and work herself. Instead of the feeling of accomplishment that playing football had given him, Jack was now plagued by a disquieting sense of inadequacy, and he felt a little resentful that Joanna had made him take this damn job in insurance. Jack passed a hand over his eyes, and a frown creased the strong lines of his handsome face.
"Hi there, big boy."
Jack opened his eyes to the sultry voice that came from the doorway to his office, and looked up into the seductively smoldering eyes that teased him from across the room.
"Hello there yourself," he smiled. "What's up, Nina?"
"Oh, not much," the dark-haired secretary laughed, and came into the office.
"Have a seat," Jack offered, and gazed with open admiration as Nina Pallen came and perched her ripely rounded buttocks on the edge of his desk, causing her skirt to crawl up past mid-thigh and reveal her long nylon-clad legs in their entirety.
She was dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, but the simplicity of her dress only enhanced the sensually provocative beauty of the voluptuous secretary. She wore raven-black shoulder length hair which framed a pair of deep green eyes and a slightly opened mouth. Her lushly ripened figure was incredible to say the least; Jack abruptly couldn't remember when he'd ever seen a more wildly exciting body.
"I just thought I'd try to waste the last few minutes of the day in here, so try to look as though we're busy. I couldn't bear to start on anything else." Nina smiled down into Jack's upturned face, and winked conspiratorily.
"Ah, I see." Jack's face twisted itself into comic seriousness. "Well, I don't know about that, Miss Pallen. Loafing on the job . . . that's disgraceful. I really should report you, you know."
"Oh, dear Mr. Clark, sir," Nina pleaded in a little falsetto voice. "No, please don't. I'd lose my job, sir. And then what would happen to my poor ailing mother and starving children, not to mention the old homestead. Please sir, don't report me. I'll do anything ..."
"Anything . . . ?" Jack asked, and with a mock leer twisting his face into what he imagined Simon Legree must have looked like, he placed his hand suggestively on the voluptuous secretary's bare knee. To his surprise, Nina didn't react the way she usually did when they played this game; she usually put on an act - raising her hand to her mouth in shock, and twisting her knee from under his touch with feigned horror. Instead, now her face suddenly relaxed, and her eyes bored into his with a teasing intensity.
"Well, you'll never know unless you try, will you?" she crooned seductively, and placed her own ' hand on his, sliding it further up her leg until his fingers were resting on the warm flesh of her naked inner thighs above the nylon hoisery. Her smoky green eyes played a game with him, challenging him, as her hand worked his fingers into the smoothness of her firm young flesh.
Jack felt his rapidly awakening cock lurch in surprise under the tight material of his pants, shocked into life by the brazen forwardness of the sensual young secretary's actions. Christ, didn't she know there might be people watching?
"Why, Jack, you're blushing," Nina giggled, continuing to press down with her fingers and massage her nakedly curving upper thigh with his hand. "Certainly you're not unfamiliar with the female body. A big handsome man like you ..."
Jack felt his breath quicken with the seductive quality of her voice. What the hell kind of game was she playing anyway? He had often flirted with this deliciously enticing young girl, but always in fun. He smiled a very wan grin which reflected his uncertainty.
"Watch it, baby," he managed to stutter, "you're liable to bite off more than you can chew."
Nina leaned over the desk to him so that the ripened roundness of her full sensuous breasts was exposed from under the low cut of her blouse. The openly staring young husband could see right down to the warmly alluring aureolas and erect little nipples that peeked out from her black brassiere as she whispered to him in a low, throaty voice, "But you don't know just how much I can chew, do you lover? Or how well I can chew . . . when I've got something to chew on." She ran the wetly glistening tip of her little tongue suggestively around her moistly ovalled lips and grinned at him.
Jesus Christ! She's dead-assed serious, Jack thought to himself wildly, as his rapidly growing cock threatened to rip his pants apart. What does the crazy little bitch think she's doing? Doesn't she know what talking like that did to a man? Jack tried to calm himself, suddenly realizing that both of them could be seen clearly from the outer office through the glass panel of his window. He started to remove his hand from her grasp, away from the warm incredible temptation of her naked flesh she was presenting to him through the ivory softness of her willing thighs, but she grabbed his hand, stood up from the desk, moved around with her back to the glass panel, and sat once again facing him this time. She spread her legs slightly, opening the junction up between her thighs even more to his fingers and hand.
"Now, no one can see us. All right?" Nina didn't smile now, but pulled his hand slowly along her sleek inner leg until his fingers were drawn up under her short skirt and brushing maddeningly against the already moistened crotchband of her silk panties. Jack was suddenly aware that the bewitching seductress was boldly staring at the growing bulge between his legs that now was visibly throbbing under his tightly stretched trousers, and he felt the blood rise in his cheeks.
"What's the matter, big boy? You're not saying anything. Don't you like to touch my pussy?"
Jack gulped, tried to speak, and couldn't. His lust-constricted throat was swollen shut, preventing him from uttering anything other than a soft grunt of surprise. He was totally flabbergasted! He hadn't done a thing, hadn't made any kind of advance, and suddenly this beautiful little bitch was thrusting herself on him, practically asking to be fucked, for it was obvious that she was absolutely serious! Jack felt his veins pulse with the hungering wildfire that had begun coursing through him, and unconsciously, his fingers began to knead the warmly resilient flesh of Nina's naked upper thighs, brushing ever so lightly across her silken panties, across the thin, hair fringed little cuntal mound there, and down along the moistly promising split between her vaginal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . ooohh, that feels good ..." the beautiful secretary moaned, spreading her long lithe legs even wider, "that feels so goooooooddd ..."
Jack's brain was reeling as he stared at the young girl's wanton expression, and then he lowered his eyes to where his hand disappeared under the skirt that rode high up on her firmly-fleshed thighs. Christ, what was he doing? This was unreal, insane! He was a married man, and here he was fooling around in his office with his hand up inside another woman's skirt . . . God, it was too much! It was like some kind of wild dream, only it wasn't a dream, it was real! And the reality was heightened by Nina's voice sighing with a crooning arousal. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing, knowing that he should get up and tell this seductive young woman to get the hell away from him before it was too late, but he couldn't. Christ!
He wanted to fuck her so badly that he was ready to throw her down on the floor - right here in the office - and ram his painfully throbbing cock to the hilt in her teasing little pussy. His sperm-churning testicles were on fire now, his breathing quick and hard, as he quickly slipped two fingers under the tight elastic crotchband of the girl's panties and felt her warmly moistened cunt flesh slip hotly up over his fingertips. "Oh God," she moaned, "that's it! I've been waiting for so long."
Hardly believing his own ears, Jack wormed his outstretched middle finger deep into the hotly throbbing pussy opening, while he used his forefinger and thumb against her clitoris to bring moan after moan of pleasure from her wetly parted lips. The aching throb in his cock was rapidly becoming unbearable; Christ, he had to stop this or he would cum right here in his office! Suddenly, he felt Nina squirming away from the tormenting contact of his fingers with her naked cuntal flesh. Breathing heavily, her ripely straining breasts heaving on her lush young body, she stood upright and straightened her dress and panties with almost business-like precision.
"Now, now, Jack, an inch is an inch, not seven inches and not a mile," she smiled coyly at him. "For a married man, you respond real quick."
Jack stared at her, confused. Goddamnit, she just couldn't have been teasinghim. She wanted to be fucked just as badly as he wanted to fuck her; that hot moisture up between her thighs hadn't been make-believe!
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do, when you come in here ..." he blurted finally.
"Oh, I expected you to do just what you did, big boy, and it was nice. Ummmmmm, yes, very nice. But this is hardly the place ... or the time ... do you think?"
Jack glared at the seductive young secretary, and with a sudden hollow feeling in his belly realized that she had just been teasing him, deliberately arousing him, only to walk away leaving him frustrated.
"All right, baby, you name the place, if you don't like this one." Jack's voice was edged with anger, and he was challenging her, knowing full I well now that she was going to back down.
"Why, big boy, we hardly know each other!"
She threw her head back and laughed. "I really don't think it would be . . . proper. Maybe some other time."
Jack wanted to reach across the room and slap the piss out of this infuriating bitch, then rip off her clothes and throw her down flat on her back . . . fill her goddamn hot little cunt with all the pent-up venom she'd set boiling in his wildly aching balls. Goddamn her!
"There's nothing worse than a prick-teaser, baby," Jack shot at her as she turned to go to the door. "The hospitals and morgues are full of them."
"Oh, my, you're angry ... big boy, I'm sorry, but we couldn't very well make love right here on the office floor, could we now? Besides ..." Nina's voice was low and sultry again, and the sound of it made Jack's massively erect cock jerk with painful frustration. "... Besides, you were the one doing the teasing just now. But it was . . . oh, so nice."
"Jesus Christ ..."
"Hey, it's after five, I've got to run ... oh, come on, lover boy, we'll have other chances. Don't look so upset."
Jack was staring angrily into Nina's calmly smiling face. He paused a moment before he spoke to her.
"You probably would fuck, baby," he said bitingly, "but I'd have to work like hell before you did. And, frankly, I doubt that you're worth the effort."
Jack smiled to himself as he saw Nina's face drop with the insult, but then she resumed her provocative air of enticement again almost at once.
"I'm worth it, lover," she whispered, arching her eyebrows and lifting one shoulder. "Believe me . . . I'm worth it." With that, she turned and left the office.
Jack watched her cross the outer foyer through ' the glass window, her hips undulating sexily because she knew he was watching her, and then he turned in angry disgust to his desk. What was the matter with him, to fall into a high-school trap like that, to let himself be sucked right in by a little prick-tease like Nina Pallen. The trouble was, he had to admit to himself, she probably was worth the effort - all the time and all the talk; to fuck her. With that wildly exciting body of hers, he could imagine what a tigress she must be in bed with those long legs of hers wrapped around his buttocks while his rock-hard cock fucked into her tightly clasping cunt.
What the hell was he saying? She was nothing more than a prick-teasing little bitch, and besides, he was a married man! Christ, if he didn't watch out, she could get him in a lot of trouble with her bouncy ass and her . . . Jack cursed to himself as he remembered the feeling of Nina's hotly pulsating pussy slipping up over his outstretched fingers, and then he got up and finished clearing his desk. His painfully throbbing erection had subsided somewhat by now, but the ache was still there.
Jack turned off the light in his office, and closed the door. As he was leaving, one of the other secretaries said goodbye to him, but he didn't answer. He loudly slammed the main doors behind him and strode quickly toward his car. His bad mood of earlier had been aggravated by the little episode with Nina Pallen into a dull glowing anger with his job, but even more with himself. He got into his car, started it, and roared out of the parking lot with his tires screeching out his own frustration.
The freeway was jammed, as usual, and the snail's pace drove Jack out of his mind. By the time he got home, he was touchy and irritable, and totally exasperated. He cut the engine on the car, got out, and barged his way into the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Jack, is that you?" Joanna's voice came from the kitchen.
"Were you expecting anyone else?" Jack asked testily, throwing his briefcase onto the sofa. There was no answer from the kitchen, and the silence irritated him. He moved to the doorway of the kitchen, and saw his wife with her back to him, standing over the stove.
"We're having sirloin steak, dear," Joanna said without looking up.
"What happened, did we inherit a million dollars or something? That stuff s expensive, Joanna."
The young blonde swung around and stared at her husband with surprise.
"We can afford it, darling. It's a treat."
"You're telling me it is."
"Well, thanks a lot, Mr. Diplomacy," she said, hurt by his tone. "Remind me not to do anything nice for you ever again."
"Oh, I appreciate it, baby. Only next time do it with hamburger."
"To hell with you." Joanna bit her lip, and turned back to the stove, stung by his unfair criticism.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Jack moved to the kitchen table where he sprawled out on one of the chairs. He gazed across the room at his wife, and then sat upright.
"Hey, is that another new dress?"
"Oh, for heavens sake, Jack!"
"Well, is it?"
"Yes, it is, if you want to know. I bought it today to surprise you ..."
"Well, it sure as hell surprises me!" Jack stared angrily at the short clinging outfit that molded itself to his wife's body with brazen daring, stretching tight across her smoothly rounded buttocks and coming down low over her full creamy breasts. Christ, she looked like somebody's mistress! "How much did it cost?"
"What does it matter?" Joanna cried, totally upset. She had bought the dress for him, to make this evening one of reconciliation between them, had spent at least an hour and a half over the stove cooking his meal just the way he liked it, and he'd started nagging her the minute he'd walked into the house! "I bought it with my own money . . . "Your money, my money . . . it's money any way you look at it."
"Jack, you're being terrible! I bought it to make myself nice for you, and all you can say is ... "
"All I can say is whatever it cost, it cost too much! And it's going back. It makes you look like a goddamn prick-teaser."
"Jack!"
"Now take it off . . . Did you hear me?"
Joanna stared at her husband, and her hurt turned quickly into a fiery anger that flared out of her eyes at him. To hell with him!
"All right, if that's the way you want it, darling husband of mine ..."
Without saying anything further, Joanna reached behind her, caught the zipper of the dress between I her fingers, and lowered it quickly to the small of : her back. In one fluid motion she swept the dress off her lush young body and stepped out of it, leaving it puddled at her feet, and then stood for a moment where she was, clad only in her flimsy I yellow lace panties and brassiere. Then, without a| word, she turned her attention back to the stove. "Why, you little ..." Jack sputtered after a long moment of silence, as he struggled to force I down the tide of his rising rage. . "What's the matter with you now? I did what | you told me to!" Joanna stormed, turning to face ! him again. She was damned if she'd submit to his ill-tempered tantrums this time!
"Now look, baby, I've had just about enough of you and your getting smart! If you think - " "Getting smart! Jesus Christ!" the trembling young wife was enraged now, her face blushing with fury. "You've been treating me like an unwanted child for the past few weeks, and now you complain when - "
"A wife is supposed to obey her husband," he sneered vehemently, "or haven't you heard?"
"You want a slave, not a wife!" she spat, her temper unleashed. "Somebody who'll do your bidding and . . . and cook your meals and give you a good roll in the hay once in a while when you need it! Well, I'm not that somebody!"
"Too true you're not," Jack snapped, "you've got no idea just how long it's been since I had a good roll in the hay!"
"Ooohhh, goddamn you!" Joanna 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!" The second the words were out, Joanna knew she shouldn't have said them . . . but she couldn't help herself. She was so irritated with him, and so hurt by his irrational attack . . .
"H-How do you know?" Jack snarled, savagely, reaching for her, "have you been comparing me in bed with someone else? HAVE YOU?"
"No! No! Please let me go, Jack, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" she wailed, really frightened now by his black rage.
But it was too late. Jack's tempestuous anger was aroused, and she could see the uncontrollable fires 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 as he brought up his hand and slapped her hard, the force of the blow sending her reeling. She would have fallen had her naked shoulder not been grasped in his vise-like grip.
"Waaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh ..." she sobbed piteously, desperately squirming as she tried to escape. He had never hit her before!
"I've had enough of your fucking bitchiness, your smart-assed independence!" Jack hissed through gritted teeth as he shook her mercilessly, as lightly as if she was a rag doll. He was uncontrollable. Everything converged and transformed him into a completely enraged automaton, incapable of reason. His frustration at being unable to fuck that secretary, Nina Pallen, 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 his almost insane rage.
"Please, Jack ... let me go! I didn't mean it!" she sobbed, fright wrapping itself around her like an icy blanket. But Jack seemed implacable. There was something in his face she had never seen before - blind, lustful anger, a rage that seemed impossible to appease.
"Shut up, it's time you were taught a thing or two!" he snapped again, turning his loathing-filled eyes on her, and then, with startling suddenness, he reached up and yanked off her brassiere, tearing it from her body in one movement. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her full, nakedly quivering breasts, so ivory firm, as if he were seeing them for the first time; and Joanna found herself cringing from the unnatural shame of being stripped half-naked by her angered husband like this. Desperately, she tried to shield her nakedness with her arm, but Jack held her tight and guessing her intention, laughed crudely.
"It's a bit late for modesty, isn't it, you little slut?" he jeered, as he reached down with insolent slowness and ripped off her little lace panties, the last protection of her modesty, leaving her nakedly trembling before him. Jack's eyes dropped immediately to the softly curling fleece up between her smoothly sculpted thighs, and Joanna could feel his gaze burning into her completely defenseless vaginal mound. Her lush young body was quaking in abject fear, her eyes downcast, incapable of even thinking of a way to placate her husband. Her brain searched futilely for something to distract him, but she could think of nothing.
"Please, darling, let's be reasonable," she began again hopelessly. "Let's talk about it and ..."
"Shut up, I told you!" he grated again, and with a growl, he began to pull her roughly toward the living room.
"No! Stop it, Jack! What are you doing?" she moaned, trying to resist, but powerless against his superior strength.
"I'll show you what the fuck I'm doing!" he replied, flinging her toward the floor where she landed in a nakedly sprawled heap. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she watched as her infuriated husband began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, and she barely suppressed a gasp when she caught sight of the huge pulsating shaft that shot out from between his legs like some aroused prehistoric monster when he removed his trousers. His long hard penis was angrily 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 dreadfully thick and heavy.
"Well, honey," he drawled jeeringly, "will that suit you? Is that enough prick to satisfy you?"
The naked young blonde blushed from his lurid question and averted her eyes. But what did he have in mind? Good God! What was he going to do to her?
She was aware of his angry nakedness beside her and then his hands were roaming over her fearfully trembling body, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her sensitive breasts. He stroked her hips in rough abrasive gestures which, in spite of their gruffness, evoked a familiar tingling response in her " suddenly throbbing vagina, and she couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement from rippling along the entire surface of her naked skin. Abruptly, just as she was beginning to relax, she felt his fingers cruelly tighten on her hips and then she found herself being turned over face down and forced to kneel up on her knees, her head pressed down against the living room carpet. The bewildered young girl began to struggle, fearful now of what he might do to her, but her face was forced further down until her nose and mouth were buried painfully in the carpet, and her back aching painfully up to her defenselessly elevated buttocks. Feeling suffocated, she gasped for breath and tried to plead, but there was no respite for her. An overpowering sense of shame at being in this lewd position swept over the kneeling young wife, and she began quivering - dreadfully frightened of what the enraged ex-football player might try.
Joanna felt his hands on her nakedly trembling buttocks, and then his fingers locked like claws in the soft flaccid flesh of her ass cheeks. "Oh God . . . don't, you're hurting me," she moaned with pain as her tightly clenched buttocks were brutally forced apart. The strain was unbearable as he used his thumbs to unmercifully separate the satiny mounds of her buttocks, and Joanna heard the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice of her backside came into view. For a moment she thought he was going to stop there, and then Joanna cried out involuntarily as she felt the hotly flickering tip of his tongue licking wetly up between the widespread mounds behind her. Oh God, it was terrible! It was sick! But he continued to lick hotly, fervertly, along the fearfully cringing slit while Joanna wriggled in desperation, trying to elude the wet torment of his lewdly probing tongue.
"Keep still!" Jack hissed, and then the nakedly kneeling young blonde moaned again as she felt his teeth cruelly sinking into her upturned buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh . . . stop it! Please stop!" she cried loudly 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 Joanna thought, for a brief moment, that relief had come. But only seconds later, she realized her mistake.
Again, she felt her painfully quivering buttock mounds being forced apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs, and then, her eyes bulging in disbelief, she felt the distinct prodding of his out-stretched finger back there against her defenselessly cringing anus. Dear God, what was he going to do? She cowered forward, trying to crawl away, trying to relieve the intolerable pressure nudging at the tiny rubbery opening of her helplessly puckering rectal mouth, terror creeping up her spine like a climbing plant. Fear numbed her brain, paralyzed her limbs, and her mouth suddenly felt chalky dry.
" Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh . . . Nooooooooo ..." she wailed suddenly as she experienced a sharp shooting agony which jarred her spinal column and turned her brain into a red blaze of light. As the first flash of pain subsided she became aware of a relentless pressure in her back passage and realized with mortified horror what it was! Oh God, he's sticking his finger in my rectum!
Jack stared down at the smooth white curves of his wife's nakedly widespread ass-cheeks and at the wildly exciting sight of his outstretched middle finger partially embedded in her tightly clenched little anus. He grinned savagely to himself, I'll show the snooty little bitch . . . I'll show her who had a thing or two to learn . . .
He rotated his finger around just up inside, slowly at first and then with mounting rhythm as he pushed it forward, forcing it past the second knuckle into the heatedly cringing depths of her rubbery back passage, ignoring her loud wails of pain, intent only on his lewd mission of humiliating and shaming his helplessly kneeling, young wife. Her tightly puckered rectal sheath was warm and throbbing around his finger, and it was only then that even he, himself, fully realized exactly what he had been planning as punishment: fucking her up in her tight little asshole!
Joanna 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 crawl free, to dislodge his painfully thick finger from her rectum, to escape the terrible skewering she was receiving back between her widespread asscheeks.
"Keep still, or by God, I'll ram my whole fucking fist up your snooty little asshole!" Jack snarled venomously, and the petrified young wife immediately became motionless. It was no use! She was completely 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 abjectly kneeling body felt cramped and her tiny anal opening was throbbing painfully but she didn't care. She was being degraded beyond belief right here on her own living room floor by her own wildly angered husband, and she didn't care if she never saw another day! After this cruel debasement, she would never feel like a human being again.
She hardly noticed when Jack finally withdrew his finger from her painfully stretched anus with a lewd wet sucking sound, or when he began rubbing the hotly pulsating head of his lust-thickened cock against her defenselessly widespread anal split. His long hardness throbbed like a living thing against her tiny puckering anus, but she didn't care what happened now. No pain he could inflict on her could equal the brutality of his finger's earlier unwanted, unnatural invasion.
The lust-crazed young husband gazed down at his huge throbbing penis poised at her tightly puckered anal ring, and grinned lewdly in satisfaction. Now the fucking little bitch's really in for it, he thought vengefully, she'll be sorry she ever laughed at me. I'll show her who's boss in this house. . .
He positioned his lust-swollen cock-head against the small, tightly closed circle of her anus, and noted the glaring difference in circumference between it and his angrily thickened cock. His lust-expanded penis was going to hurt her, going to stretch her asshole until she couldn't sit down for a week, but to hell with that! She deserved everything she was going to get! Revenge was uppermost in his mind, revenge against all of the prick-teasers of the world like that little secretary Nina Pallen, and revenge against the woman he loved but who was so scornful of him. If he wasn't in love with her he wouldn't have given a damn what she thought or said, but that was not the case. Not by a long shot . . .
With an enraged growl, he surged forward, forcing his impatient blood-heavy penis against the fearfully cringing opening to her rectum, trying to insert its massive thickness into the impossibly tiny aperture. At first, no matter how hard he pushed forward, he couldn't, it kept slipping either up toward her wetly throbbing cunt or downward past her defensively puckering little anus. He heard his wife's stifled gasp of pain turn to a shriek of alarm as he rammed forward a second time, but still his lust-thickened instrument wouldn't go in! Cursing in disgust and frustration, he hesitated for a split-second and then, blinded with perverse lust and driven on by insatiable fury, he drove his hips forward into her pathetically quivering ass-cheeks with all his might, heedless of her shrieks of pain, ignoring everything but the overpowering need to punish the nakedly cowering young woman kneeling so helplessly before him.
Her shrill scream reverberated loudly throughout the room as, with tremendous effort, he managed to pop just the wide rubbery head of his massively pulsating cock up inside her vainly resisting little anal mouth.
With a grunt, he held his lust-thickened shaft there a moment, before flexing his hip muscles forward and beginning to push relentlessly inward again, ramming his long hard penis deeper into her tight, heatedly cringing rectum.
"WWAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOOOOO..."
Joanna shrieked again as her gleaming white buttocks - impaled by the thick rod of male flesh - were levered up off the ground from his brutal surges and her face was flattened into the carpet. Pain was pre-dominant in her futilely thrashing body, over-riding all other sensations, and nothing mattered but ridding herself of this monstrous pole of throbbing cock flesh invading her hideously stretched backside. All of her struggles were fruitless, however, as Jack was oblivious to her agony; he continued to plow his great thick shaft deeper, ever deeper, into her tightly resisting passage while his fingers dug like talons in her nakedly tender flesh, holding her still and helplessly kneeling before him.
Inch by excruciating inch he fucked his long hard cock into her hotly clasping rectal tightness, his eyes closed in exertion, beads of perspiration on his face, his hands brutally clutching at her nakedly imprisoned hips.
But back between her wide-spread thighs, Jack ignored her desperate cries and jerked forward one last time and with a loud groan he felt her tightly resisting sphincter ring relax, permitting his long hard penis to slowly sink to the hilt in her tightly heated rectum. He grunted again as his massively swollen cock-head flexed involuntarily against the buttery warmth of her deepest rectal flesh and he felt his groin finally pressing against the nakedly trembling softness of her helplessly flattened ass-cheeks. He was all the way in!
Joanna lay inert, no longer able to even verbally protest this brutal impalment because of the numbing horror of what was happening to her. A curtain seemed to have come down on her life as it had been before this horrible moment; and what sort of a person she would be or how she would emerge from this brutal sodomizing rape by her own lust-crazed husband was anybody's guess. Her subserviently kneeling body was one pulsating column of fiery pain, and she didn't care what happened next. She was, in fact, past caring anything. 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, Jack began to withdraw, slowly pulling out his huge, hotly throbbing penis, feeling it grating once more against the fleshy clinging membranes of her tightly puckering rectum. He withdrew until only the blood-engorged cock-head was buried just inside her tightly clenched anus before plunging once more into the velvet heat of her desperately quivering bowels.
"Ugggghhhh!" Joanna groaned again, all strength leaving her, too weak to move or protest any more, simply kneeling there with her nakedly quivering ass high in the air - his to do as he wished. Soon, she felt beginnings of a quick, hotly thrusting rhythm as Jack began to fuck wildly in and out of her impossibly-stretched backside, her tortured rectum finally yielding a little and becoming more comfortably lubricated from the wetly excited drops of semen seeping from the tip of his rapidly plunging cock.
Her face was squashed and flattened helplessly with each of his forward lunges, and her knees were scraped raw from being ground into the wool carpet. She had no feeling left in her nakedly kneeling body; in fact, no emotions, either, except a burning loathing in her mind for this lust-maddened rapist and a low, persistent feeling of total shame. No matter what happened, she knew she'd never forget the humiliation of being used like this . . . like nothing more than an animal! This brutal sodomy perpetrated by her own husband had evoked an eternal resentment in her which would be impossible to ever obliterate.
The weeping young woman became vaguely aware of the suddenly quickening rhythm of Jack's thickly heated penis making long smooth thrusts from behind far up into the deepest part of her body, and his guttural groans were resounding throughout 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 his wildly pounding cock in her hugely-stretched back passage. She felt nothing and wanted nothing but the end to this horrible humiliation and torture.
At last it came! Jack was mewling incessantly now as his lust-hardened shaft hammered into her defenselessly upthrust ass-cheeks from behind her naked kneeling body . . . And then, he moaned aloud.
"Oh Christ, move that hot little ass, honey, move it . . . I'm almost there . . . I'm . . . I'm cu . . . cum . . . cumming . . . AAAHHHHHHH!"
And he was there! His massively pistoning cock was exploding up inside her as the hot swirling cum shot from the depths of his sperm-bloated balls deep up into her tightly clenched anal sheath, burning her anew as it gushed on its heated way far up inside her helplessly contracted young belly.
Jack slammed his wetly glistening shaft into her futilely puckering anus and she thought her back would break with the force of his climax. It seemed never ending, that stream of boiling white liquid, erupting in torrents from the depths of his spasm-wracked balls; but at long last he gave a shudder, emptying the final drop of hot white cum inside her tight little rectum and slipped his rapidly deflating penis from her no longer virginal anal passage. Gasping with weariness, he sprawled out nakedly on the floor beside his shuddering young wife.
Jack's mind was such a turmoil of mixed emotions and sensations, he didn't notice when Joanna, without as much as a backward glance at her husband, dragged herself up from the living room floor and staggered wearily to their bedroom. When he got up later to go to bed himself, he found the door locked, an imperfect barrier to the pitiful sound of Joanna's heart-rending sobs, as she cried out her shame and humiliation inside.
Chapter Three
Joanna didn't know how she managed to drag herself out of bed the next morning and get to work. As she carefully sat on the high stool behind her cash register, she was thankful that the morning's business was just as slow as it had been the day before. She'd awakened that morning feeling as though every bone in her ravished young body had been bruised and beaten, and it had been an effort to drag herself to the bathroom and get dressed. She hadn't known where in the house Jack had spent the night, and she hadn't cared.
Having showered, she'd felt a little better, but her back passage still felt raw and inflamed even now, and she couldn't suppress a blush every time she thought of the dreadful act her husband had submitted her to the night before. At least her sleep, although restless, had not been disturbed by nightmares, and she was grateful for that.
Joanna sat uneasily on her stool in the store, twisting her Fingers nervously in and out of a long piece of string, her eyes cast towards the floor with a preoccupied look in them. She had thought the atmosphere between Jack and herself strained before last night's incident but now it was as though a solid wall of ice separated them, and the bewildered young wife didn't know what was going to happen. As she'd come into the kitchen that morning, her husband had been slumped at the table, a cold cup of coffee in front of him. Joanna still felt the painful silence that had filled the room as she'd fixed her breakfast. Finally, he had spoken.
"Darling... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry." Jack's voice was very apologetic, and he seemed sincerely crestfallen; but somehow Joanna didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to look straight at him. And she didn't respond to his apology.
"I don't know what came over me. I ... I behaved like a maniac, some kind of wild beast... I don't know what I can say but . . . I'm sorry."
"I don't want to talk about it," she stated coldly, her back still to him.
"It won't happen again ..." he began again miserably, after a pause, "I promise you ..."
"You don't have to promise me anything," Joanna said wearily, turning to him at last. She saw the telltale circles under his eyes that indicated he'd slept very little. "I don't know if I could believe you anyway this morning. Just forget it, will you?"
"I can't forget it baby. I can't forget that awful look of fear on your face when I came at you like . . . like I was some kind of... of ... "
"I said forget it, Jack!" Joanna snapped, shuddering again from the awful memory she was trying so hard to suppress. Why wouldn't he just let it alone?
"All right," the ashamed young husband said limply. "You've got every right to be mad as hell. But I'll make it up to you, baby. I swear I will!"
Joanna hadn't answered but turned away from him to the sink, her hands gripping the sides of it until her knuckles turned white. She couldn't listen to him anymore, hadn't wanted to even look at him. She'd been grateful when he'd left a few minutes later without saying anything more. She couldn't stand to have any more contact with him at all, not yet anyway. Maybe later, when she could think clearly about what had happened. But not now. It was to horrifyingly close, too humiliating to voice out loud.
Even now, as she sat quietly in the front showroom of Drew's Sports, she tried to keep her mind away from the disgusting images of how she'd been so completely debased. But she couldn't. The reality of her degradation was so vivid, so overpowering . . .
"You look as if you've been run through the wringer."
Joanna was startled out of her melancholic reflection by Sam Drew's voice, and she looked up to see her boss staring at her. She knew she didn't look her best and hoped he wouldn't criticize her. He liked his female employees to look stunning when in the shop, and he was sometimes critical when she had taken less care than usual with her appearance.
"I ... I don't feel so good today," she excused herself lamely. His gaze was so penetrating that, after what had happened yesterday when she'd been sure he had divined her secret thoughts, she felt herself withering under his stare.
"Well, you certainly look terrible. Maybe a drink would help."
Joanna looked up gratefully. Although not accustomed to drinking, she knew that an occasional one relaxed her, and she was aware that Sam kept a supply in the back room.
"Come out into the back," he suggested gently, "we're not likely to be busy for a few minutes now." His eyes seemed to reflect a genuine concern for her, and Joanna was grateful for his offer. They went into the back of the store, and the troubled blonde girl let herself relax on the sofa in the boss' office.
"How about a Scotch and soda?" he suggested, and she nodded her assent, thinking how nice Sam really was. Looking at him now, as he mixed the drinks, she found it hard to believe that he was in his mid-forties, because with his muscular body and ruggedly handsome face, he looked more like a man in his early thirties. 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!" Sam said as he handed her a glass, and gratefully she sipped the strong liquid, feeling relaxation flooding through her almost right away.
After a moment, he sat down beside her on the sofa, sipping his own drink, and began making small talk in an obvious effort to put her at ease. It was amazing how soothing the alcohol was. Her muscles gradually began to relax, one after the other, and the uncertain quavering and puckering which had been present in her rectum since last night's cruel debasement by her husband was at last stilled. She found that her teeth had been tightly clenched all along, and now her jaw was beginning to relax.
"Did you have a big night out last night?" Sam suddenly queried, looking interestedly at her.
"N . . . no, no, I didn't ..." Joanna replied, forcing herself not to think about what had really happened.
"Then what happened to make you like this? You were 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!" Sam smiled gently at her with an almost fatherly concern.
What he was saying was true, Joanna thought. She needed to talk to a mature person about it, so that she wouldn't have to carry the dreadful burden alone. And after all, he was an older man - almost like a priest or a marriage counsellor. He'd know all about these things and could tell her what she should do about it.
Joanna finished her drink in one long gulp. Could she really tell a comparative stranger about what happened, tell him how her own husband had forced her to nakedly kneel like a slave in front of him while he had fucked her anally? She shuddered at the thought and looked at Sam, who was studying her silently. Somehow the remainder of the drink loosened her completely and dispelled the doubts she had been fostering. Almost before she knew what was happening, the young blonde found herself telling her boss the whole sordid story, unable to conceal the blush that rushed to her face as she confessed what had happened.
"You mean he made you kneel on the floor and actually fucked you in the ass?" Sam finally asked in an incredulous voice, as he quickly poured them another drink. And strangely, somehow, his lewd words didn't repulse her as they might have done. At least he understood exactly what had happened and sympathized with her.
"You poor kid," he soothed, his arm reaching out and circling her shoulder as she drank more Scotch. "What a bastard he must be!"
Joanna 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, Jack was a bastard, there was no doubt about that!
"There, there honey, don't cry . . . " Sam soothed, and Joanna allowed him to draw her head onto his shoulder. She even found relief in sobbing out her unhappiness on his broad chest, feeling like a little girl again. She was glad she'd told him, almost a stranger, about the terrible thing her husband had done to her. He understood and had comforted her, just like she knew he would.
Sam Drew glanced down at the innocent 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. Clark, and now, if he played his cards right, he could turn their marital difficulties to the definite advantage of Mr. Samuel Drew. He could barely contain the lewd grin that threatened to spread itself across his dead-pan face.
"Honey, no man should treat a woman like that," he said, his hand stroking the soft blonde strands of her hair, his 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 take his cock into you that way, hurting you instead of making you happy, debasing you like that..."
His voice was soothing as he droned on, and Joanna, in spite of the obscene words he used, couldn't help agreeing with what he said. It was criminal, Jack's act, and she wished, oh how she wished, that it hadn't happened.
"He shouldn't be allowed to get away with it. . . no sir, he ought to be taught a lesson ..." Sam continued, and Joanna felt completely relaxed under the soporific effect of his voice. She felt as if Sam would take care of all her problems, and all she had to do was sit there, her head on his chest, while he stroked and caressed her breasts like an understanding father . . .
Breasts? The thought struck home with startling reality! He was fondling her breasts, his fingers tweaking gently at her 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 shamed you when he made you bend over and spread your lovely ass cheeks so wide and rammed his thick cock into your tiny little asshole The obscene words sent a flutter of excitement, unbidden and unwanted, hurtling through Joanna, and her dazed, liquor-relaxed brain wondered at her complacency. A fuzzy warning tried to make itself heard in her mind. She should get back out in front to the shop now ... she felt all right ... she shouldn't just sit here, revelling in her boss, Sam's caresses, enjoying the gentle touch of his hands on her breasts, her naked breasts ... OH GOD, THEY WERE NAKED!
In her limp, mesmerized stupor, her boss and unbuttoned her flimsy blouse, unhooked her brassiere, and now he was cupping the firm swelling mounds of her fully exposed breasts in his palms. Joanna could see her brownish nipples erect and hard, being gently teased between his fingers, the aureolas crinkled and excited from his touch. A wave of panic washed over her as she suddenly 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 nakedly quivering breasts without objection from her, BUT SHE COULDN'T!
Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stand up, to pull herself away from him, to deprive herself of the wonderful feeling of being tenderly stroked and petted so softly, so understanding^, like that... she couldn't do without it ... it had been so long since her own husband had been so gentle and attentive . . .
"Oh Sam, 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 the brutal asshole fucking you went through last night? Don't you deserve to get release from another man, when you can't get it from your own husband? Don't you? Don't you?" Sam's voice whispering into her wetly opened mouth was again mesmerizing her emotion and liquor-dazed mind, and her love starved young 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 sensually awakening body stiffened as she felt his hands glide down over her nakedly exposed stomach and come to rest at the tight elastic waistband of her flimsy little white panties. He had unbuttoned her wrap-around skirt, and it was pushed down until it bunched around her smoothly flaring hips, and his fingers were insinuating themselves down inside the top of her panties.
"No! No!" she moaned softly as she felt his hand gently working lower, lower still, until at last it came into electrifying contact with the first sparse wisps of her softly curling pubic hair.
Joanna's mouth went suddenly dry against his, and her heart seemed to be pounding out of her rib cage. Her entire body tensed! This couldn't be happening to her! She couldn't be sprawled here, letting a near stranger caress her nakedness, the most sensual secret private parts up between her thighs but - "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." she gasped in unrestrained pleasure as she felt the first exquisite contact between his fingers and the wetly hungering flesh of her fevered vagina. Without volition, Joanna's tightly tensed thighs relaxed, and her hair covered pubic mound rose of its own volition to meet the gently cupping hand that so knowledgeably caressed the hotly pulsing area up between her thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnn ..." she sighed again as Sam began to use his outstretched middle finger to probe the warm wet recesses of her throbbing cunt, searching and nudging, dipping and swirling in her fervently responding depths. It was heaven! It was exquisite - but it was so forbidden! She shouldn't be doing it! She mustn't!
"Oooooh God," she moaned up into the wetness of his mouth. It was almost too late, she had to collect her senses and put a stop to this adulterous act before she did something she would regret all her life.
"No, Sam, please stop, we shouldn't . . . . please . ..." she pleaded, trying to reach down and push his tantalizingly caressing hand away from the eagerly pulsating vaginal lips up between her legs.
"No, Joanna, we won't stop," Sam said, his voice low and soothing, "why should we? You're enjoying this, it makes you feel good, and it will do you a world of good. Besides, it's too late to stop now . . . you're too hot and worked up with my finger stuck up inside your beautiful little cunt . . . you deserve some pleasure . . . you know you do . . . and it's my duty to see that you receive some ..." As he made the last statement, he began to evei so gently roll her throbbing little clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
Joanna found herself moaning loudly through her half-open mouth, and unable to keep her nakedly curved hips from buffeting up against his pleasure-giving finger.
And, oh God, yes, he was right again. It was already too late to stop. Even if she wanted to, which she really didn't, she couldn't deny herself the wickedly wonderful surges of pleasure resulting from his oh so gentle fingering of her love-starved cunt. The feeling of wildly wanton excitement was incredible, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Sam had rolled her panties completely down over her whitely rounded buttocks now, so that panties and skirt were bunched up around her knees, and her lush young body was almost completely naked as it half lay on the sofa. Her legs were lewdly splayed open on the office couch, her proudly upthrust breasts heaving, her long blonde hair in disarray, but she didn't care! Her shamelessly aroused 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 at the hands of her cruelly insensitive husband.
She groaned aloud as Sam's teasingly working fingers once again parted the softness of her pubic hair and found the wetly pulsating little tip of her clitoris and began to stroke it as though it were some finely tuned musical instrument. New tremors of forbidden delight rippled lasciviously through her heatedly quivering cunt, and a thin mask of perspiration coated her passion grimacing face. Her lips were dry and her eyes half-closed in rapture as he continued to rub and fondle the sensitive little bud, goading it into complete rigidity, sending jolts of wildly flaming ecstasy rippling up her spine to short out in a shower of erotic sparks across her tingling young breasts and nipples.
"Oh Sam, 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 naked young female employee's now hungrily twitching cunt. He had the young married blonde where he wanted her now, and before long, she'd be doing anything he wanted her to do with him . . .
Joanna trembled in anticipatory pleasure and let her thighs open a little wider as she felt his soft fingertips hovering around the petal shaped opening to her nakedly throbbing pussy, and she held in her breath as they flicked and teased at the sensitively exposed flesh, and then - "OOOOOHHHHHHH . . . hhhhhh ggggghhhnnnnn..."
she moaned in sexual delirium as his fingers suddenly thrust deeper up into her wetly squirming cuntal walls where they began tempestuously pistoning in and out in a smooth, natural finger fucking rhythm, thrilling the nakedly quivering girl beyond belief as her love starved body swayed in a lewdly abandoned rhythm to the fingering she was receiving from her boss. Fires of sexual torment and need seemed to be burning in every part of her lushly trembling body as she wantonly gyrated and jerked her tight little cunt up against the hotly drumming fingers, her full white breasts bobbing, her mouth half-open and emitting low, incoherent mewls of ecstasy.
Everything was forgotten and ignored but the exquisite pleasure she was feeling there up between her nakedly widespread legs. She didn't care now that it was her new boss, a man she hardly even knew, who was causing her such lewd sexual delight, that it was her boss' fingers not her husband's that were jammed tightly up inside her hotly churning cunt, that it was her boss who was watching with half-closed eyes the frenzied, naked writhing of her insanely aroused body. No, none of that mattered, except the attainment of the orgasmic release she knew was lurking moments around the corner, the climax she was determined to enjoy! Suddenly, she felt his fingers leave the hungrily clasping cavern of her cunt, and she cried out in anguish.
"Oh God, Sam, 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 obscenely . . . begging this virtual stranger to continue his wildly exciting finger fucking of her cock-hungry cunt. But even that was of no importance! Sam hadn't stopped . . . only paused to lower his head down across her tautly rounded belly, not stopping until his wetly burning mouth had seared its way to the lewdly hungering flesh of her nakedly spread vaginal lips.
He placed his thumbs on the outer edges of her lust-swollen vaginal lips with slow, deliberate motions, drew the softly wet pubic hair aside, exposing her pink, visibly throbbing pussy flesh to his inflamed gaze. She moaned and ground her naked loins upward against him as his hot breath against her belly raised havoc with her raw nerves . . . and then, disbelieving, she watched as this man who was not even her husband dropped his head further between her open thighs and his tongue flicked out to wetly probe her hotly throbbing vagina. The hopelessly aroused young woman's body responded automatically, convulsing in wantonly grinding jerks up against his quivering hot tongue as it wound its way ever deeper into her wildly pulsating pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God . . . my God . . . It's good . . . It's so good!"
Sam's hand slipped under her lewdly writhing hips to cup her warm naked buttocks as his wetly working mouth continued to suck and lick her cunt more voraciously than ever. Deliriously, Joanna raised her hips wanting him to bury his tongue even further in her now frantically quivering vagina, and the loud sucking sounds of his hungry mouthings filled every part of the office. She screamed mindlessly as his teeth and lips clamped down on her sensitively throbbing clitoris, then moaned as his long wet tongue darted deep inside her hot pulsing cunt again, feeling her blood-engorged vaginal lips almost puckering and gratefully and hungrily kissing him back with increasing intensity.
The girl's frantically hollowed buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out again in delirium as he levered the wetly curling tip of his tongue into the tight pink hole of her pussy, making her want to scream again and again with desire, but instead she closed her eyes to the wild-fire of rapture spreading through her nakedly splayed body and let him do as he wished.
Before she knew what she was doing, her hands had begun to move slowly down over her sensually throbbing breasts, sliding slowly down her across her tautly rippling stomach to settle on either side of Sam's bobbing head.
"Ooooooh, oh my God! Oooooh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot out to flick its hot searing tip around her quiveringly erected clitoris. Joanna's elbows pressed in convulsively against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side on the sofa as she felt Sam's moist lips powerfully sucking, drawing the warm soft folds of the sex bud deep into the heated cavern of his mouth. She groaned from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip of his tongue slithered its wet way up and down the sensitive length of her narrow, hair-lined pussy, from the base of her unblemished belly and downward over the pink rimmed opening of her hungrily clasping vagina to her tightly puckered little anus.
The kneeling store owner worked methodically as his hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering abdomen to stroke the softly resilient globes of her naked young breasts, his fingers tweaking the hard rubbery nipples to heighten her arousal. He labored with enthusiasm as his hungry mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the succulent open lips of her hotly pulsing cunt and he felt her soft wet pubic hair grazing against his nose and cheeks. Joanna's wanton groans of desire drove his tongue faster as it licked its way up and down the hungrily steaming cuntal crevice, and with a sudden thrill of anticipation he knew that the naked young married woman was completely his, his to drive to an utter sexual frenzy. Christ, he thought, I've never seen a bitch who enjoyed being tongue-fucked so much. Just wait until she gets a feel of my prick ramming up into that tight little cunt! She's so hot now that she's about to climb the wall.
As his lips rounded and covered the warmly perfumed opening, Sam again drove his long slippery tongue deep into the hot throbbing depths of her cunt and was rewarded by a low gutteral, "Oh . . . God!" from the sensually writhing Joanna Clark. He could feel her smooth vaginal flesh slipping wetly around his stiffly extended tongue as the heated inner walls of her pussy opened and closed in a tiny, greedy sucking motion, as though the nibbling little hair-lined mouth were trying to pull his tongue out by the roots and devour it alive. Her hands were tightly pressed against the side of his head, pushing it into the vise-like grip of her possessively closing young thighs until he could barely breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against her desire hardened clitoris, and he exulted in inhaling the sweet pungent aroma of her lust-heated secretions that were flowing in abundance from the throbbing wide open passage of her tight little cunt to run in a thin silver trickle down across her buttocks and inner thighs.
Joanna's every muscle was tensed as she strained her frantically quivering vagina upward toward the maddening wet probe licking up between her legs, and she felt wave after wave of erotic chills rippling over her belly and full heaving breasts as her boss' head rocked up and down in an obscene feasting between her widespread legs. Her lips had ovalled and she was moaning continuously in helpless delight before his attack when, suddenly, she felt her wantonly writhing body completely leaving her control. Her nakedly thrashing buttocks jerked back and involuntarily ground itself up against his mouth as the darting wet tongue sent helpless spasms of mind shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves!
"I'm ... I'm ... God ... Sam ... Oh God!!!" she gasped, her voice a hoarse groan of disbelief. Then a loud penetrating wail resounded in the small back office, and for a split second, Joanna's mindlessly quivering body was suspended motionless, every nerve ending vibrating with incredible reverberations, the pounding of her heart like an electric drill, her features drained of color, before )
And then her naked young body was flailing madly, sweat-streaked and slippery 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 unbelievable new sensations, lifting her up onto clouds of infinite ecstasy where she floated in soft rapture before her frame dissolved into myriad pieces, each one quivering with a wildly abandoned passion. Dazzling lights blinded her eyes and she felt dizzy, her head swimming, as her nakedly convulsing body, now a separate entity, followed without thinking its hedonistic path of pleasure.
It was unbelievable, and Joanna was sure she'd never be the same again. She kept cumming, and cumming, her hotly perfumed cuntal juices flowing out and washing over Sam Drew's still hungrily sucking mouth, until at last it was over, and her sensually awakened 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 oblivious to everything, even to her boss with his mouth still locked tightly to her nakedly trembling vagina. Sam Drew raised his head up from between her wearily quivering legs and grinned triumphantly down at her - she felt that she had taken an irrevocable step forward into the tempting world of adultery and unfettered sexual excesses. At last she was free! Liberated! And this time, there was no going back!
Almost eagerly now she watched Sam remove his shirt, then his trousers and shorts. Her eyes glowed with a new found hunger as she saw his erectly throbbing penis revealed for the first time.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said almost matter of factly. "That was only the beginning for what I have in store for you."
"Yes ... oh yes, Sam. I want you to do it to me!" Joanna purred, and without taking her hungering eyes from his long hard cock, obediently spread her legs even further apart to his lustful gaze and waited for him . . .
Chapter Four
Jack Clark sat in his car, parked just around the corner from Drew's Sports, and pulled long and hard on his cigarette. He hadn't seen Joanna walk past on her way home, but maybe she'd stayed late for some reason. He hesitated, unsure whether his plan was the right way to approach his wife after how he'd treated her, postponing the minute he-would walk around the corner and open the door of the store. It wasn't that he was having second thoughts about his plan, it was just that he was nervous about the way Joanna might receive him after having been so cold to him that morning.
Jack's day had been a miserable one, and he hadn't been able to concentrate at all on his work for the feelings of guilt that swarmed his brain with insistent nagging. He couldn't forgive himself for what he'd done, and he didn't know what he'd do if Joanna wouldn't forgive him either. Only some kind of rabid beast would have so brutally sodomized his wife as he'd done the night before, and Jack knew that there was absolutely no excuse for his animalistic behavior. He fully deserved the icy treatment he'd received that morning at breakfast, and he wondered miserably why he should expect forgiveness. He'd acted in a thoughtless and cruel way, even though he still secretly felt she'd given him provocation.
All day long, he'd wracked his brain trying to come up with a way to really apologize, to assuage her feelings, and at last he'd decided to pick her up from work and take her out to dinner. He'd find the right moment to beg her pardon, and swear to her that he'd make it all up. If only she'd give him the chance.
Jack put out the butt of his cigarette in the ashtray, took a deep breath, and got out of the car. Walking around the corner, he didn't see any signs of activity in the sporting goods store, and, almost turned around back to the car when the store's front door opened and a young woman stepped out, turning to lock the door behind her. Jack paused, and then approached the girl tentatively.
"Excuse me," he said, "I wonder if you could help me. I'm looking for Joanna. . . Joanna Clark."
"Oh, she went home early today," the dark haired girl lied, smiling warmly up into his handsome face. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Jack cursed to himself silently. Christ, now his plan was completely ruined. Joanna probably wouldn't even speak to him when he got home, or else she'd already have dinner started, and it would be impossible to get her to go out. Besides, the element of surprise that might just have made her receptive to his apologies would be lost.
"Are you all right?"
Jack snapped his head up, and found himself looking at the young girl who was still standing in front of him, smiling a strange smile into his eyes.
"Yes, of course, I'm fine."
"Can I help you," the girl asked quietly, "or is it . . . personal? My name is Susan Marlowe; I work with Joanna. Guess you might call me a girlfriend."
For the first time, Jack looked closely at her, and realized that she was a very attractive young woman - not just attractive, but stunning! There was something darkly inviting that lay smoldering behind her dancing eyes, and the sensuous curves of her voluptuous young body were accentuated, rather than concealed, by the deceptively simple cut of her dress.
"No, I was just looking for Joanna," he answered her at last. "I'm her husband."
"Oh yes! Jack, isn't it?"
"Yes." Jack took the hand that Susan extended to him, and was strangely aware of how warm and vital it felt.
"Joanna's told me so much about you," Susan laughed, with an unusual spark of interest showing in her eyes. "If even half of it is true, I'd say you were some kind of superman."
Jack found himself responding to the infectiousness of the beautiful girl's laugh, and he chuckled.
"Well, don't belive everything you hear on a coffee break."
Susan giggled with him, and only then removed her hand from his grasp, where he'd been unconsciously holding her since they'd shaken hands. Her eyes again twinkled with a hidden question as she saw her co-worker's very handsome husband blush.
"Oh. I'm sorry," Jack mumbled, sticking his hand in the pocket of his trousers.
"That's all right," Susan answered. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"Well, listen, thanks very much anyway." And Jack's eyes followed the lush young body of the girl as she turned away from him, smiling one last time, and began to make her way down the street. Then he headed back toward his car, got in, and started the motor. He'd gone less than a block when he passed her walking on the sidewalk, and pulled over to the curb.
"Hey, can I give you a lift?" he called.
Susan paused, and then came over to the side of the car.
"Wouldn't that be out of the way? After all, you live right close by," she said slowly. "Where do you live?"
"Over on the other side of Jefferson Avenue." "That's not too far. Hop in." Jack was not even aware himself of the fact that all he was doing was postponing the time when he would have to go home and face Joanna.
"Well, if you're sure it's all right," Susan said, and opened the door to climb in beside him. She'd only been half a block from where her own car was parked when he'd stopped her, but she could pick it up tomorrow. Right now, she thought she might like to get to know Jack Clark a little better!
"This is awfully kind of you, Jack. Riding that damn bus back and forth every day really gets to be a hassle."
"Don't I know it," he laughed, as they pulled away from the curb.
They drove along rather sedately making small talk, but Jack's mind was on Joanna. Even with taking Susan Marlowe home, he wouldn't be any later than usual, so his wife 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!" Susan piped up suddenly, and Jack braked to a stop in front of a row of brick townhouses.
"How about a drink? As a sort of thank you?" Susan suggested carefully, but Jack hesitated. If he accepted, he might be home late again, and then Joanna would be really mad; but on the other hand, she probably didn't give a damn when he got home; she would just ignore him anyway. Well, why not? he asked himself again, sure could do with one.
"Good idea," he replied, got out of the car, and followed the seductively swaying body of the young brunette into one of the buildings, where she had a self-contained apartment on the second floor. The commonplace exterior of the building had not prepared him for her apartment and, as he stood on the threshold, a gasp escaped his lips as he looked around him. The apartment was just one large room, like a loft, with huge photographic prints adorning the walls. The ceiling was covered in aluminum squares, which reflected the brilliant colors of the wall coverings, and the windows were high and thin, almost like the turrets of a castle. A long sofa was concealed beneath thick, luxuriant furs, as were several leather sling chairs.
"Wow," he said in admiration. "Oh . . . wow!"
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 the oversized room, the weird ceiling, the furs, the colorful fabric on the walls all combined to create a soothing, almost exotic atmosphere.
"How about rum and lemon?" Susan called from the kitchen end of the apartment.
"That'll be fine," Burt answered, realizing that rum would go down just fine on a day as hot as this one.
Susan approached with two tall frosted glasses, and the ex-football player gladly accepted one as the young woman seated herself on the low sofa. They sat sipping their drinks in companionable silence, a silence that stretched out because Jack could think of nothing to say. It occurred to him that Susan was a total stranger, the only link between them being Joanna, and he certainly didn't want to talk about his wife.
Every now and then he glanced at the sensual young girl a few feet away from him, and he pondered over how different she was from Joanna. She was even more voluptuously attractive than his own wife, in a striking way, and there was something very sensually alluring about her, a kind of sexual aura . . . Jack 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!" Susan said suddenly, breaking the silence. Rising from the sofa, she disappeared behind an intricately stitched screen of Chinese silk.
While she was gone, Jack stared around the apartment in fascination, and then closed his eyes in complete relaxation.
"I just had to slip into something more comfortable," Susan explained when she appeared from behind the screen, and Jack gasped audibly as his eyes opened and rose to meet her. She was wearing a very short, rose 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 carelessly around her ivory, swan-like neck. The tops of her fully creamy breasts were just visible above the soft fabric of her garment, and Jack's eyes dropped involuntarily to where her firmly curving thighs appeared like warm alabaster columns from beneath the hem of the short robe. He couldn't take his eyes off her sensually alluring young body. 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 proudly upthrust 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 juvenile indecision. He wanted to get going, to be home at a reasonable hour, so as not to upset Joanna unduly, and yet at the same time, he felt common courtesy compelled him to stay with this girl for a few minutes more. Christ, the longer he was with her, the less sure of himself he became.
"Oh don't go just yet . . . you've only just arrived! And you haven't finished your drink yet," she whispered huskily, moving slowly toward him from across the room. Jack was mesmerized by the approaching vision, and the heady fragrance of her cologne was intoxicating as it wafted over to him. He squirmed back against the fur of the sling chair, feeling the first ripples of sexual hunger reverberating outward from his suddenly tensed loins.
"Susan, t-thanks for the drink . . . I've really ..." he stammered inconsequentially, unable to assert himself properly, knowing now that he had to get out of here before he made a grab for this incredibly seductive little brunette.
"It's you I want to thank, for driving me home," Susan murmured, her voice suddenly low and sultry.
"Oh, it was nothing, honestly," Jack protested, feeling his restlessly stirring penis crawling to a new life between his legs. God! She's practically asking me to fuck her. . . or is she teasing like that bitch Nina Pallen ?
"Well, I really appreciated it, and I'd 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. Jack was uncomfortably aware of her near nakedness, of the proximity of her soft, warmly feminine flesh, of the exotic aroma of her perfume. Mentally he fought her knowing he should leave at once and go home to his wife. She reminded him of some kind of she-devil, casting a spell over him, rendering him powerless to resist her lure.
"Y-you did thank me ... I mean . . . that drink ..." he faltered again, his throat suddenly arid.
"Oh, that was nothing," Susan laughed, a deep throaty laugh, "I've got another way in mind ..."
"Wha . . . ?" Jack whispered, his eyes locked with hers, breathtakingly aware of the heavy thudding of his heart.
"Another way of showing my appreciation, silly," the scantily clad girl 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 Jack from her touch, and a scarlet flush blazed his face. Her long slender fingers continued to massage his neck, and he wondered if she realized just how dangerously aroused she was making him become.
"You know you're a very attractive man," she whispered, her wetly parted lips suddenly agonizingly close to his ear. Hot waves of apprehension mixed with a rapidly growing 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 word 'sexy' 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 white mounds of her sensuously heaving breasts, right down the inviting cleavage to the darkness of the roundly circled tips. A shiver rippled along his spine, and he had an almost irresistible longing to reach out and grab the warmly swaying mounds and squeeze them in his palms to feel the hardness of her nipples, the soft warmth of her naked flesh, and the rhythmic beat of her heart.
"Listen!" Jack said with sudden harshness, his rampant thoughts dementing him. "I've got to get going - NOW!"
"But why, Jack?" she whimpered poutingly. "Did I do something to make you dislike me?"
He couldn't trust himself to look at her, for fear he would suddenly go beserk and begin ripping the flimsy negligee from her lushly exciting body. He could almost feel her supple softness melting against him, feel the naked thrust of her firmly heated breasts against his chest, the tantalizing sweep of her sleek inner thighs as his flesh fused with hers . . .
"Why?" Susan persisted, her eyes very bright, her breath quickening. "Why go?"
Jack 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 goddamned transparent gown like that? It was just like that damn Nina Pallen in his office the day before; only Susan Marlowe obviously was in dead earnest. And after all, he was only flesh and blood . . . there was a limit to what any man could take!
"You know damned well, Susan," he said evenly, "what would happen if I stayed. After all, I'm a man, and you're no child. You can't expect Jack's chastising words changed to a strangled sputter of surprise as his breath stopped for a moment and his mouth fell open. He couldn't believe it, but it was happening! At first he had thought it was his imagination, but it wasn't. . . HER HAND WAS ON HIS COCK!
Her touch was like a branding iron on his flesh and his thickly imprisoned shaft, already semi-erect, began instantly 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, knowing for both their sakes that she had better take away her hand, and yet desperately afraid that she would do so.
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . that didn't take long," she murmured, her face dreamy as she gazed down with glowing eyes at the rapidly expanding bulge in his trousers.
"What didn't take long?" Jack repeated stupidly, his reason deserting him, banished by the searing rays of pleasure shooting out to every part of his body.
"For you to get a hard on ... " Susan laughed, and then, to Jack's disbelief, she brazenly drew down his zipper. He felt her fingers - as if they had eyes of their own - worm through the gaping opening of his shorts and pull out the throbbing length of his hotly pulsating cock.
"Susan ..." he began, dazedly aware that his massive, blood-engorged penis was standing out rigidly from the base of his stomach, thick, long, and proud as his heated blood coursed through the constricted veins.
"Oooohhhh . . . it's nice and big, just like I thought it would be, Jack ..." 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 warmly encircling fingers closed around the hotly palpitating rod of his masculinity, her palms warm and perspiring slightly as she began a slow, tantalizing up and down stroking movement on the long hard shaft.
"Oooooohhhhh, Christ ..." he moaned loudly from the sudden delicious contact. Her fingers were like hot kisses on his excitedly pulsing flesh and yet, at the same time, they were like molten heat around his thick naked cock. He closed his eyes, allowing a tide of pleasure to rise up and engulf him completely, blanking out his brain of guilt and remorse and infusing his body with an overpowering animal hunger. Dimly, he was aware of the pressure she was exerting on his painfully throbbing cock, of the feathery strokes she was showering on the lust thickened shaft, and moan after moan of pleasure escaped his lips. He sank back in the chair, aware of nothing but the intoxicating touch of this sensually exciting young girl.
Susan smiled down at the euphoric man sprawled in her chair. Lucky Joanna, to have such a handsome husband, with such a nice hard penis, she thought, but maybe she won't mind a little sharing. . .
Jack was in a world of his own. His heatedly aroused body was afire with pleasure, and his long pulsating cock felt as if it would explode from the intolerable pressure that was building up inside it. He had never reached such a peak so quickly, and knew now that a wildly implaccable passion had been lurking all evening beneath the surface of his exterior, carefully schooled into place by his ever watching subconscious, and had finally burst into fully alive arousal at this seductive young woman's touch. He had tried to sublimate the incredible attraction that Susan Marlowe had for him from the moment he had seen her, because of his proccupation with Joanna, but obviously that force had been stronger than he was. Now, it didn't matter . . . she had played around to the point when if she didn't fuck him willingly, then she had better be prepared for rape. A low growl of angered disappointment bubbled out of his throat as he felt her velvety caresses stop and her hand leaving his wildly pulsating penis. And then . . .
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh ..." he gasped involuntarily and his eyes flew open as he felt the first fire-like lash of her quivering little tongue against the heated flesh of his throbbing maleness. He could hardly believe it - the gorgeous young girl was eagerly licking the thick white shaft of his cock! Her laving pink tongue swirled hotly around his pulsating hardness, sucking and licking it wetly with her warm saliva, in constant motion probing down among his dark wiry pubic hairs, curling teasingly under the ridged edges of the bulbous head and 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 to the unbelievable sensations which had taken complete control of his body. He held his breath as her tantalizing wet licking movements stopped, and then a new shudder of convulsive pleasure spasmed through him as he felt the gentle nibbling of her moistly ovalled lips as they slipped down and around the blood filled trunk of his cock, grasping his heated flesh tightly just beneath the lust-swollen head and covering it with her lipstick. Then she raised her head until just the smooth rubbery cock-head was enclosed in her warm, buttery mouth, and a second later, with slow deliberate bobbing motions, began to slide the thick hotly throbbing penis in and out between her tightly compressed lips.
Her lower lip pulled against the veinous underside as the long pole of male flesh slid out of her hungrily sucking mouth until just the excitedly pulsating head was still embedded; and then she lowered her roundly ovalled lips down over it again, taking almost all of its heatedly thick length inside her cheeks which caused the spongy cock-tip to touch all the way back against her larnyx and the softly curling wisps of his pubic hairs to graze against her face.
Jack looked down in complete wonderment at the unbelievable girl who was now kneeling on her knees before him, her wetly parted lips ovalled around the lipstick smeared shaft of his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, her face a faint pink from her hungry little sucking efforts. Her cheeks filled and then hollowed, filled and hollowed, as she took more and more of his wildly throbbing penis inside her soft warm mouth, and Jack thought that she would surely choke or gag, but she seemed to be relishing in the lewd act she was performing!
The hungry milking motions of Susan's hotly clinging lips were more spasmodic now, and the tempo of her head bobbing up and down increased. Her fingers were tightly curled around the thick base; and his heavy, sperm laden balls cradled in her palm were being kneaded with inciting, rhythmic caresses. Jack had never experienced anything so fantastically exciting like it in his life! Certainly never with Joanna, he thought with a trace of bitterness. He was sorry that he had to think of his wife at this moment, but she had come unbidden into his head. He was glad now that she hadn't been at the store when he'd driven there to pick her up. After all, why should he be the one to make up? She and her 'women's lib' attitude was as much at fault as he was, so why shouldn't she make some overtures of reconciliation as well? He'd tried this morning, but to no avail; he wasn't going to demean himself anymore 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 sensation as his wife's beautiful young girl friend continued her gluttonous sucking and licking of his eagerly throbbing cock, and Jack thought he'd go beserk from the exquisite agony that was building up in his sperm-churning balls. He'd never felt so completely alive as this before, and he was revelling in the new feelings of sexual freedom, enjoying the complete surrender his body had made to the heated passions that were wracking through him.
"Christ, Susan . . . you're terrific .. . my prick is ready to explode in your mouth ..." His voice was hoarse and gasping, and his breath was becoming heavier by the second as he felt himself getting closer to cumming in this kneeling young girl's voraciously sucking mouth. 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 long raven-black hair, forcing her face even further down on his long pistoning hardness into her greedily sucking mouth. Her fingers continued their convulsive squeezing of his sperm-bloated balls, and he thought that she'd yank them right out of his scrotum from her furious pumping. He could see that the front of her negligee was completely open now, and he caught a glimpse of her lushly ripened breasts, heaving and gleaming with a faint sheen of perspiration. He caught a hint of the supple line of her voluptuously kneeling body, and through the dim of his lust-hazed eyes, he could see the sparse dark wisps of her pubic hair. The thought that she was half-naked as she knelt so subserviently before him added immeasurably to his pleasure, and his brain was inflamed with lewdly exciting images of her lush young body as it would look completely naked, lying with her legs spread out wide beneath him. The thought of her long naked legs wrapped tight around his buttocks as he fucked into her made his massively throbbing cock swell even larger in her greedily sucking mouth.
He knew he was almost there, he could feel his cum churning in his madly tingling testicles, and there was no disputing the shudders of excruciating pleasure which were shaking his frame. He wanted this salacious cock sucking 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 experience the overwhelming joy of cumming in her soft warm mouth. Suddenly, he knew he could hold back no longer and he cruelly tightened his hold on her hair as he began ramming his wildly jerking cock faster and faster up into her lovely young face. He heard her choking as his long hardened thickness lanced down the back of her throat and grazed her tonsils. From what seemed to be a far off distance he was vaguely aware of his own voice calling out incoherently .. .
And then he was cumming! His body stiffened in the chair like a poker and held motionless there for an instant before he began shaking like a leaf in a high wind, dragging low pitched groans of pleasure from his lust-constricted throat. His thickly ejaculating cock began an uncontrollable jerking as the first hot gush of boiling sperm erupted from his tortured balls and cascaded into Susan, his wife's girl friend's eagerly gulping mouth. Torrent after torrent of the spewing white cum spurted into her greedily swallowing throat, so much so that she had to gulp gluttonously in order to absorb it all without choking, and even then, little streams of sperm and saliva managed to escape and trickle slowly out the corners of her tightly ovalled lips clinging to his massively pulsating cock. And still the cum came, each tremendous spasm of his wildy jerking penis and balls causing another jet of hot fluid to rush along the pulsing little tube on the underside of his long thick shaft and flood into the warmly accepting cavern of her mouth.
Jack was in a crazed sexual 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 the last of his impatient seed into the kneeling young girl's still voraciously sucking hps, and with a grunt he sank back in the chair, his rapidly deflating cock now becoming 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 Susan's hand on his restlessly sleeping penis.
"Jack?" his name was whispered and urgent.
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found Susan Marlowe now leaning nakedly over him, her negligee puddled at her feet and her heavily dangling breasts like ripe fruit only inches from his open mouth.
"There are other things I can do to show my appreciation..." Her smile was inviting and mysterious as she slowly rubbed her nakedly heated cunt back and forth over his knee cap.
"What? What else?" Jack mumbled, his voice was excited even though he couldn't really believe she could ever top what she had just done.
"Oh, many things ..." Susan smiled, her full, sperm-glistening lips drawing nearer to kiss him full on the mouth, while her hotly throbbing pussy moved up to his lap and began grinding against his uncovered cock as she began, once more, to slowly build the unquenchable fires of lust in his loins . . .
Chapter Five
Joanne Clark walked slowly to work the next morning, postponing the moment she would have to enter Drew's Sports and face Sam Drew. After the episode the day before in the back of the shop, when she had succumbed to Sam's lascivious advances, she'd felt horribly guilty, and the night's sleep had done nothing to assuage her feelings of self-reproach. She couldn't bear the thought of facing her employer again after what had happened, and yet she knew that she had to, sooner or later, and that it might as well be this morning. And yet as she walked, she could sense the reluctance with which her legs moved her along the sidewalk toward that inevitable confrontation with her boss.
Joanna found it difficult to make herself think about the debasing act she had allowed herself to be subjected to, and her mind reeled when she thought about the magnificent, though undesired, climaxes she'd experienced under the expert manipulations of Sam Drew. That was the worst of all, to know, however guilt ridden she had been afterwards, that during the episode she had ended up crying out for the alien mouth between her thighs to take her even higher, even further, all the way up to the pinnacle of unnaturally hedonistic pleasure. As she walked, Joanna's face crimsoned at the thought of how she'd writhed unashamedly under Sam's lewd sucking and fucking of her nakedly presented vagina.
Even Jack's bestial treatment of her, two nights ago, paled in comparison with what she, herself, had done yesterday. Her own undeniable pangs of guilt somehow made her see her husband's unfeeling actions as less serious, and she was even beginning to realize that she had, to an extent, provoked Jack's maddened assault by her unfortunate taunting about his ability in bed. But nothing had provoked her own shameful behavior the day before - nothing but her own weakness and sexual drives. She knew that what her husband had done was terrible, of course; but still, he had been out of his mind with rage, and she had perhaps driven him to that point.
When she'd gotten home yesterday, after having left work early, she had forced herself to think things over calmly, rationally, and had finally decided to try to effect some kind of reconciliation, a truce, with Jack. She hadn't allowed herself to heat up the remains of their ruined dinner from the previous night, but had again made something special, a favorite of his in fact, to offer him as a token of her good will. Although she still felt that Jack had been mostly to blame, she'd decided to swallow her pride in the interests of their marriage, and try from then on to be the kind of wife he wanted, while still holding on to a measure of her freedom. And if he insisted on her giving up her job, then she would do it - reluctantly, but with no hard feelings. Somewhere in the back of her unconscious mind, she felt that this would be just punishment for her adulterous transgressions the day before in the back office of Drew's Sports.
But Joanna hadn't had a chance to put her resolve into action. Jack hadn't come home that night until very late, and she had long since put the evening's dinner into the refrigerator to be turned into leftovers. In fact, she was already in bed and half-asleep when Jack came in, slightly intoxicated, making no effort to keep from waking her. She could sense in his movements an undisguised belligerence, and she had decided that her best course would be to feign sleep. This morning Jack had been uncommonly quiet, and had not looked at her very much during breakfast. When she'd tried two or three times to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the kitchen with a few bright comments, he had been only tokenly responsive, and she'd let it drop.
She wondered where he'd been until such a late hour, of course, but she hadn't dared mention it, or question her husband at all. All she needed at this point was another quarrel such as those they'd been having, and all hopes of reconciliation would be shattered. Besides, she was fairly certain he'd been off in a bar someplace, avoiding coming home for having to see her, and this made her feel doubly depressed this morning.
Still, Joanna thought, as she neared the shopping center, Jack had to wait until this evening. Right now, there was the more pressing matter of Sam Drew to consider. She didn't know what she could do this morning except act as though nothing had happened, and at the same time she wondered if she'd be able to carry it off. She felt she'd only have to look at him to remember how her naked hips had churned and gyrated wildly as first his tongue and then his cock had plunged far up into her seepingly lubricated vaginal canal; how she had screamed out orgasm after orgasm as her wantonly quivering cunt had clung shamelessly to both the pleasure giving intrusions ... oh God, it was too terrible to think about! There was no reason to go on asking herself how it had happened, why she had done it . . . that much was obvious! How could she have let herself be deluded by his superficial fatherliness, his sham concern for her? How could she have told him, almost a stranger, about the terrible difficulties between herself and her husband?
Joanna suddenly realized that she'd stopped completely just down the sidewalk from the store, and urged herself into movement again. Her face became cool and impassive as she determined to show her boss that yesterday's occurence had merely been an accident, and that it was definitely not going to happen again! If he got angry . . . well, she'd just have to quit, there was no other way out. She could always find other work, and anything would be better than trying to stay in a job where she'd have to be watching her boss every minute of the day. Resolutely, Joanna opened the door of Drew's Sports, and stepped inside. As she did, she saw that Sam had been standing at the window, and she flushed as she wondered if he'd been watching her walk up, if he'd seen her indecision.
"Good morning, Joanna," he said lightly, turning to face her.
"Good morning, Mr. Drew," Joanna returned, with what she hoped was a sufficiently cool tone in her voice to warn him off. Her hopes were ill-founded.
"How do you feel today?"
Was it her imagination, or did Joanna detect a note of lewdness in his superficially innocuous greeting?
"I'm fine, thank you." And she moved quickly to the back of the store to get rid of her purse.
Sam Drew kept his eyes on her as she moved away, and smiled tightly as he watched her sensually swaying buttocks move against the tight material of her dress. He'd come to the store early this morning, so that he could be there before Joanna arrived. He hadn't been able to keep his mind off her all night long, and before he'd fallen asleep he resolved to exploit his employee's momentary indiscretion into something a little more permanent. He smiled again wickedly as he perceived how icy Joanna's manner had become this morning - oh, he'd expected it, of course, and it wouldn't make any difference - but still she was enticing in her innocence, in thinking that just one fuck would ever be enough for Sam Drew!
He'd been surprised yesterday at how easily she succumbed to his rather patent, obvious advances. And her passionate reaction to his tongue fucking and later his cock fucking had made him realize what an explosive interior lay beneath her somewhat cool exterior. Now she really excited him! Of course, she'd always excited him, right from the moment he'd hired her. Sam had been planning for something like yesterday to happen for a long time, and she'd played right into his hands. And now, he steeled himself to hear the familiar song about how he had been a beast that had taken advantage of her, how it couldn't and wouldn't ever happen again, how she was true to her husband and wouldn't think of cheating on him. He had heard it all before, many times - but he always had an answer that shut them up real quick.
Sam smirked to himself, and then just had time to wipe his face clean of the telltale traces of his amusement before the young blonde wife re-entered the room, moved quickly to her cash register, and began to busy herself with unnecessary and trivial chores. Sam moved cat-like across to the end of her counter.
"I hope you're none the worse for our little . . . ah . . . tryst yesterday," he said quietly, barely able to keep a lewdly hungering grin off his face as he watched Joanna pale.
"Please, Mr. Drew, I'd rather not talk about it," Joanna said in a whisper, not looking at him.
"Mr. Drew? Yesterday, when I was eating your pussy and fucking you it was Sam ..."
"Yesterday was yesterday, and . . . and today is today." Joanna's voice had slightly more force to it this time.
Sam smiled, and there was a slight pause before he continued.
"One day isn't such a long time, though, is it? I'm afraid I can still remember, if I try, just how you looked on that sofa, all naked with your beautiful legs spread wide, and your hot little cunt just begging me to ... "
"Oh stop it, Sam!" Joanna begged, tears beginning to brim in her eyes. "It was all a mistake ... I was drunk ... I didn't ..."
"Oh, I know you were a little tipsy, baby. So was I! But that didn't stop you from cumming and cumming until I thought you'd yank my tongue right out of my mouth and pull my prick out by the roots."
Joanna's hands flew to her ears to shut out the horrible memories his lewd words were bringing back to her. Why wouldn't he let her forget? Why wouldn't he stop . . .
She gasped aloud as she felt his hand on her arm. She tried to jerk away, but his grasp was unyielding.
"Let me go!" she cried desperately, a sudden fear almost paralyzing her brain. What was he doing?
"Why, baby? Yesterday you didn't seem to mind me very much." Sam's voice was belligerent , now, and his leering face was ominously close to hers.
"No! That was a mistake, please let me go, please ..."
"Not so fast, little girl," he grunted and then his wetly open mouth was smashing down on hers, crushing her moistly parted lips in a savage kiss that cut off her breath and panicked her to the very marrow of her bones. A feeling of revulsion filled her, and she thought she'd faint away from his wanton kiss and from the sickening feeling of his hands roaming freely over her fearfully quivering body.
At last, presence of mind returned to her, and with a swift movement she thrust him away and delivered a hard stinging slap to his face with her open hand. He jerked back, his voice raised, "You fucking little bitch . . . how dare you do that to me!"
Joanna backed against the wall, afraid of what she had done, wondering if she should leave now or try to talk her way out of it. But she had no choice, for Sam grabbed her once more with vicious suddenness, and without a word, twisted her arm painfully up behind her back and dragged her towards his small office in the rear of the store.
"No! No! Stop! Stop!" she yelled in anger and fright, but it was no use.
Her enraged employer was deaf to her cries as he shoved her bodily into the office and slammed 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 slut, I'll show you who's boss around here!"
"Let me go!" Joanna commanded angry now, her voice cold. "You can't get away with this."
"Baby, after what I did yesterday, I can get away with anything ..."
"I'm leaving, Sam ..." Joanna said, ignoring his lascivious remark, and heading resolutely for the door.
"Not so fast, honey, you and I have a little talking to do first," Sam insisted, holding her firmly by the wrist, his face angry. And there was something else mirrored in his face - something which frightened Joanna even more ... an unconcealed naked animal lust that hadn't been so apparent yesterday.
"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." Sam's voice was oily and persuasive, and Joanna 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, "but I think I might get a lot better acquainted with the sexually frustrated little Mrs. Clark!"
Joanna'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 baby? 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. Where was Susan Marlow, for God's sake? Surely her co-worker would come in any minute, and save her from her lust-crazed boss!
"Sure you know what I mean, baby. Just think how much you liked my tongue and cock inside that hot little pussy of yours yesterday. You can't deny that you did. I'm sure you really did dig my prick in there, and so there's no reason we can't get a little fucking in today before ..." "NO!" Joanna's scream resounded in the room jolting even herself with its intensity. Desperate, now, she tried to struggle, tried to get away from this disgusting man who had taken advantage of her yesterday and now was saying such obscene things to her. But Sam had forced her roughly up against the wall, and his voice took on a quietly sinister tone. "You wouldn't like that husband of yours to hear about our little game yesterday, now would you?" Sam taunted.
"My h-husband?" Joanna whispered disbelievingly. "You wouldn't! Oh, you couldn't!"
"Why not? There's nothing to stop me telling i him just what went on ... "
"He wouldn't believe you!" she hurled without much conviction.
"Oh, I don't know," Sam mused. "Somehow, from what you told me yesterday, 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 . . . especially when he hears that you've shot your mouth off all over town about how he reamed out that cute little asshole of yours!!!
Sam was right! Joanna realized with a sinking heart. Jack would be only too glad to grasp at something which would blacken her further. Not only would all hope for a reconciliation between them be forever shattered, he'd . . . he'd kill her!
"Sam, oh God, please don't tell my husband that I let you do it to me ..." she pleaded.
He laughed, a coarse chilling sound which sent shivers racing up the young woman's spine. Instinctively, she knew she'd receive no mercy from him.
"Now you just be a good girl and let me fuck you again," Sam soothed, his hand caressing her shoulder, his eyes lewdly devouring her helplessly trembling body, "and you won't get hurt . . . Christ! You'll love it even better the second time ... or the third .. . !"
Suddenly, he grabbed her toward him again, and once more she felt the brutal wet warmth 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 would stop after a kiss or two . . .
Joanna flinched as she felt his hands grasp her fully straining breasts, and she stifled a cry as his fingers cruelly dug into the pliant flesh. Almost at once the young blonde became aware of the treachery in her nipples as they rose into a hard, involuntary erectness. 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 cried as she felt his hand tugging at the zipper of her dress. Vainly, she tried to resist again, to wriggle away from him, but it was futile. He was holding her tightly and her flesh crawled as her dress fell away and she felt his bare hands on her nakedly exposed skin. Tears brimmed in her eyes as the thin, summery dress slowly slid down her fearfully cringing body, revealing first the white nylon and lace of her brassiere, further still to expose her flimsy, almost transparent white panties, still lower till it was discarded on the floor.
Joanna felt like hiding under a stone; anything to get away from the crude hungering leer of this man whom she had thought to be a friend but had revealed himself as nothing more than a sexual blackmailer. His eyes were boring into her straining flesh beneath the brassiere, and revulsion threatened to nauseate her as she stood there, feeling like a slave girl on the auction block.
She groaned piteously as he began an impatient fumbling with the clasp of her brassiere, and humiliation poured through her as she felt her full ripe breasts fall free and quiver jelly-like in the cool air. She heard his quick intake of breath as he stared at the warmly rounded mounds, 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, even yesterday, felt anything like the debasement she was undergoing now.
Her boss's eyes burned like red coals into her naked young flesh, and she could feel his hot | breath searing into her tenderly trembling skin. His hands reached up and caressed the smooth curve of her waist, and then dropped lingeringly to fondle the flared softness of her hips. She moaned again, a pitiful, futile sound, as she felt his fingers insinuating themselves under the elastic waistband of her panties. And then he was slowly easing them down over her nakedly gleaming buttocks, his breath ragged at the enthralling sight of her lewdly exposed nakedness. "Man . . . that beautiful little pussy hair of yours is really something to see," he said, almost as if talking to himself.
Hoping against hope, she turned tear-filled eyes to him.
"Oh, please, Sam, I'll do anything . . . but not this . . . please not this . . . my husband will kill me if he ever finds out ..."
Her plea was answered by a coarse laugh and Joanna, cowering back, knew then that he was without mercy, without a shred of decency or compassion as far as her feelings were concerned. He was fully intent on again having his own way with her naked young body, and there was nothing she could do about it. Hopelessness swept over her and her sensually ripened body was once more wracked with deep sobs of despair. She was this man's to do with what he wished, and there was no way to stop him.
She was a puppet in his hands and all because of her own weakness in succumbing to his lewd advances 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 obscene touch of her boss's hotly working fingers as they brushed against her fearfully quivering pubic mound. Without hesitation, and with the confidence of familiarity, his hand dipped lower still, insinuating his outstretched middle finger between the moistly softened folds of her heatedly cringing vagina. Oh God, it was just like yesterday, only then she had enjoyed it. And now, she hated it. . . she couldn't stand this vile beast 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, had listened to Jack in the first place," and the knowledge that she, alone, was almost completely to blame for her predicament made matters unbearable.
Her hotly aroused employer's fingers were probing more insistently in the soft inner reaches of her anxiously tensed vagina, and miserable though she felt, Joanna could not suppress the first faint tremor of erotic response that shivered through her sensually awakening body. Against her will, she found her loins beginning to establish a tiny responsive churning rhythm in answer to his gentle stroking of her wetly palpitating cunt, and heat was rising in her suddenly feverish pubic area, sending unwanted little ripples of obscene pleasure scurrying along her firm young thighs. Her cheeks crimsoned at the undeniable knowledge that her body wanted to submit to this virtual stranger again, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.
Sam continued to stare at her ripely contoured voluptuousness, scarcely aware of her acquiescence, consumed as he was by the fury of his own tumultuous passion. His painfully throbbing cock felt like a lighted stick of dynamite about to explode, and the exciting proximity of this lovely young married woman, plus the success of his seductive scheme, made him impatient to fuck her again and urged him to move faster. But he cautioned himself to take his time today and not to rush things ... it would be all the sweeter for his delay. Finally, unable to stand the torment of self-denial any longer, he unzipped his pants and his huge thick cock rose up excitedly in an awesome erection, the head red and bulbous, the long white tube veinous and visibly pulsating. Joanna had heard the whir of the zipper and instinctively her frightened glance flew to her employer's naked loins. Her eyes widened in undisguised horror and her mouth hung open in terror as she saw the heavy, massively throbbing rod of male flesh protruding out from his groin.
God! She had never seen anything so huge! It was enormous. She couldn't possibly have taken all that inside of her yesterday - no amount of alcohol in the world would have killed the pain of its insertion. She shuddered in fright and despair, feeling trapped and helpless - completely alone with this man and his monstrously exposed penis.
"Big, isn't it, honey?" Sam leered, as if reading her thoughts, his fingers closing around the wide circumference. "Of course, you thought it was pretty good yesterday. But, today, you're sober, and you'll really be able to enjoy it."
Joanna couldn't take her eyes away from it, staring at it in lewd fascination as it danced before her like a mocking cobra about to strike. Involuntarily, she pulled back, struggling to release herself from his grasp, her eyes still glued on the thick palpitating shaft in front of her.
"Hey, not so fast ..." Sam called, reaching out for her awkwardly, taken off guard by her sudden movement. Joanna gasped and made a desperate attempt to run, but her flimsy nylon panties were still tangled about her ankles, and she fell as with appalling swiftness the rug was rising up to meet her.
"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. "You're going to get really fucked today, honey, fucked like you've never been fucked before . . . and when we're finished, you'll be begging me to fuck you every day. Christ! You'll throw rocks at that poor fucked up husband of yours!"
"No ... No ... " Joanna whimpered up at him, her voice a mere whisper, and her heart sunk to the pit of her stomach as she realized that what he said about not getting away was true. Dimly, she wondered if she should try screaming, in the hope that a customer would hear her and come rushing to the rescue.
Sam, as if he were 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 . . . and I just happened to give Susan the day off."
He had thought of everything. He must have planned it all this morning before I came in, she reflected dismally, cursing herself again for being such a naive little fool yesterday. Now she wished for the blessed oblivion alcohol would bring . . . like yesterday.
The trembling young wife had no time to protest when she saw her boss settle himself on his hands and knees beside her, his huge desire-hardened penis waving menacingly out in front of his groin. His face was drawing nearer to her and, panicked, Joanna tried to avert hers; but it was too late. His wetly open mouth came crashing down on her lips again, cutting off her breath with abrupt violence, and then his tongue was pressing against her teeth, forcing them to part, then curling around inside her warmly protesting mouth, flicking suggestively at her own tongue, probing at her throat.
She could feel his knees prying her nakedly trembling 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, as he reached down between her legs she felt the hard contact of his fingers on her tender vaginal flesh, and she cowered as her moistly sensitive cuntal lips were parted. A sudden rush of air chilled her helplessly exposed pussy crevice and the resulting shivers rippled along the satiny skin of her sleek inner thighs.
Sam stared at the voluptuous looking little cunt he had just stripped naked. His fingers were firmly holding the thinly bearded lips apart, and he was able to see the pink inner flesh surrounding the small, wetly palpitating opening to her pussy and the gleaming red tip of her clitoris. His lust brimming eyes swept along the sensuously naked curves of her lush young body, along the flat expanse of her stomach up to where her ripely trembling breasts rose like twin brown capped peaks from the white of her torso. Eagerly, his fingers circled the throbbing base of his blood-engorged cock as he began to skin it back and guide it toward the moistly heated opening to her pussy. He felt the helplessly struggling young girl squirming her buttocks vainly down into the I rug at the first searing contact between the hard rubbery head of his lust-inflated maleness and her wetly throbbing cuntal lips.
For a long tormenting moment, he held the heavily hardened tip there, parting the thin pubic curls and rotating it slightly in the soft velvety folds of her pussy lips, lubricating his massive cock-head in preparation for what was to come. He could hardly believe that he had actually reached this point . . . that again today - for the second day in a row he had the lovely, creamy body of the cool and beautiful Mrs.
Joanna Clark stripped naked and at his mercy, that ' he could fuck her as he wished. Today she was ; completely sober and she knew everything he was doing to her. All his planning had reached fruition I and the waiting had been worth it. Yesterday she had been half loaded when he had fucked I her. . . today she would be sober and more spirited!
Joanna lay unmoving, her mouth dry, her heart a painful dull thud in her rib cage. Nothing in her I life had prepared her for this horrible moment, the moment when she was knowingly permitting her body to be used by someone she barely knew. She had never dreamed that she could fall to such depths of degradation, that such a thing could happen to her, and yet, it was happening, and she was powerless to stop it. And all because she had gotten drunk with this man yesterday and permitted him liberties she would never have thought of if she had not been drinking.
The naked young wife bit back a gasp of horror as she felt the first insistent nudge of her boss' heavy blood-filled penile head against her hotly throbbing vaginal mouth, steeling herself for the virtual rape that was to come. Please God, let me faint, she prayed silently, don't think I can bear it. . . Her body tensed as though rigor mortis had set in and her cuntal opening closed tightly in fright . . .
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... MM!" she screamed suddenly as unbelievable pain shot through her, and a dull, flesh splitting hardness speared up into her nakedly defenseless vagina. Her hands twisted themselves into tight fists, and she dug her teeth into her lower lip to offset the terrible pain up between her widespread thighs. And then . . .
"WWWWWWAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG GGGHHHHHH . . . NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Her scream reverberated throughout the room as with an impatient, brutal thrust, Sam lunged forward and succeeded in embedding the huge rubbery head of his massively thickened cock half way up inside her tightly tensed cuntal passage. He held it there for a moment, wanting to feel the wetly heated throbbing of her futilely resisting cuntal walls. "Jesus," he muttered, "relax. You're so goddamned tight in there today it feels as if I got locked in a vise. Shit!" He attempted to plow forward again.
"Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhnnnhh . . . stop, it hurts! Oh God, you're killing me!" she cried loudly, her long legs flailing insanely out on either side of his hips in a futile effort to escape, her impaled pelvis squirming helplessly down into the rug in an attempt to dislodge the thickly heated pole of flesh. With a final animalistic grunt, Sam pushed forward once more and, this time, with a loud groan of relief, sunk his long rock-hard cock to the hilt in her tightly stretched pussy.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh . . . God!" she wailed, feeling as though someone had stuffed the thick heavily rounded end of a baseball bat up into her vagina and it was now growing bigger and bigger until every organ in her lower body was being pressured agonizingly out of place.
Sam looked down at her pain contorted expression in triumphant satisfaction, his own face red with exertion as his fingers dug tightly into the tender warm flesh of her helplessly straining thighs. Hungrily, he flexed his pulsating hardness inside her and felt the smooth rubbery cock-head rubbing against the tip of her cervix as he insinuated his long, thick shaft deeper into the hotly quivering depths of her open belly.
Oh . . . God! Don't move it. Please don't. . . move it!" she moaned through tightly gritted teeth, knowing her pleas were futile against the lust-crazed man lodged so tightly up between her thighs. She knew instinctively that 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 and methodically plundering her body and self-respect. She moaned again as the lewdly grinning man on top of her began a slow teasing withdrawal, and was forced to gasp as her tightly clasping inner cuntal walls were pulled out with the thick sliding shaft. His withdrawal eased the dull ache of his size a little, but then with a lewd chuckle, he lunged forward again into her painfully pulsating womb, the force of his thrust flattening her nakedly thrashing buttocks deep down into the softness of the rug as he rammed savagely inward to the depths of her belly.
"NOOOOOOOooooooo ..." she cried piteously, helplessly, an unwilling victim of his brutal ravishment. But even as she was squealing her protests, she sensed her trembling interior cuntal walls had relaxed a little this time, lubricating themselves more wetly in time for the next inward stroke, and the pain really wasn't so terrible as he began to ruthlessly fuck in and out of her slowly widening vaginal channel. His hands reached up suddenly and closed claw-like over her nakedly throbbing breasts, squeezing the soft white mounds until little red welts appeared on the ivory colored flesh. His fingers teased the hardened little tips of her nipples unmercifully, while his long pistoning cock continued to fuck into her defenselessly widespread pussy with the power of a heavy rhythmically pounding sledgehammer.
The wet sluicing sounds of his hard driving penis as it fucked mercilessly up into the heated flesh of her vagina etched themselves on her brain, lulling her with its lust-building rhythm. She was at a disadvantage, she knew, because she was physically weaker than he was. She was at his mercy, forced to submit to his grossest desires . . . like a . . . like a shameless gutter whore! She was certainly no better than a whore, a victim of her own sexual weakness, brought to a terrible downfall by her own stupidity. If I had only listened to Jack . . . Jack! She thought of her husband, and wondered wildly what he'd say if he knew another man was fucking her half senseless like this for the second day in a row.
He'd never forgive her; he'd be finished with her for good and all, divorce her without question and for good reason Here she was with her legs spread nakedly wide and another man's penis fucking deep up inside her traitorously moistening vagina. She was an adulteress! The thought was too terrible to contemplate . . . and yet, some of it was his fault too. That dreadful anal rape he had subjugated her to several nights ago ... it had really all started with that, and then, where had he been last night? Who had he been with? Wild thoughts conjured themselves up in her fevered brain, reality merging 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 the lewdly building sensation of forbidden sexual desire in her loins! No! No! her brain shrieked crazily, but it was too late. Her body was beginning to ENJOY the savagely rhythmic fucking that her boss 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 love-starved body had betrayed her and was revelling in the crude, but unbelievably exciting ravishment it was being subjected to by her lustful boss. And . . . her wantonly responding body was fucking back in a licentious way it had never done before . . . even for her own husband!
Sam Drew immediately sensed her struggle against acquiescence and leered knowingly as he thought; It's always the same with these prudish uptight married chicks, acting all coy and virginal the first time they 're fucked by another man, and then, as soon as they get a real taste of strange cock, they go mad for it. . . and this hot little cunt is no different. . . no sir, she's just the same as all the other cock-hungry broads in the world. Joanna couldn't hold back her body's automatic responses any longer. A long low wail of forbidden pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth and her nakedly spread body shook in a tremendous shudder of ecstasy. A dull flush transfused her entire body, and her pelvis began a slow, upward ! grinding motion against Sam's wetly pistoning cock as her thighs splayed open even further, eagerly seeking for more and more of the lust-driven penis to be fucked up into her hotly pulsating pussy.
"OOOoooohhhhhh ..." she mewled passionately, "I like it... I like it ... "
"Sure you do, honey," Sam grunted wetly into her face as he pumped furiously into her open young cunt, his rock-hard buttocks hollowing and flaring from his effort. Suddenly, he reached down, grasped her by the ankles, and hoisted each leg over his shoulders, bending her nakedly curved body in order to open up her wantonly writhing vaginal slit even more to his pile-driving cock.
Their bodies slapped together in lewdly abandoned unison, the small office resounding with the rhythmic wet fucking of naked lust. Joanna's ankles abruptly locked themselves around his neck, and her hands reached down and began clutching at the backs of his ass cheeks as she tried to pull him deeper into her. "Oh God, Sam. Fuck harder," she cried. Her long blonde hair was soaked with sweat as it flailed out around her frantically thrashing head, and her face was contorted with a wild, untamed lust. Her eyes were smoky and glazed over with a wanton sexual pleasure, and her lips were twisted as she lasciviously moaned time and time again, "Oh . . . God! Fuck . . . fuck me, Sam."
All sense of reality was abandoned as she smacked her shamelessly aroused pelvis up against his; all thoughts of her husband and the lewd adultery she was committing evaporated under the blazing heat of her passion ... her integrity was suddenly forgotten in the mad rush toward complete fulfillment which had taken possession of her mind and body. She was possessed, all thoughts centered on only one thing; the delicious fulfillment which was within reach. This stranger , who was so wondrously fucking her was no longer the vile blackmailer; he was only a mortal man with a long hard cock giving her such tremendous pleasure, making her naked young body respond in a way she had never dreamed possible. It was sheer bliss, and she didn't care about the who's or why's all that mattered was that it was happening, and that she was revelling in this forbidden love-making. Everything merged together in her subconsciousness as an implacable carnal desire took over and turned her into a mindless mass of wild sexual passion.
She felt as if her wildly thrashing body was strained to the breaking point as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Her every nerve ending was reaching desperately toward that glorious release from a man's hotly pistoning cock, and her quivering wet vagina was clutching tenaciously at the thick jabbing shaft of Sam's cock, sucking it even further into her greedy cuntal depths. Her white, pear shaped buttocks were grinding greedily up against the heavily dangling softness of her sperm-bloated balls as they smacked heavily against her churning ass cheeks with each inward thrust, and her voice was a raucous incoherent moan as she squeaked, "Harder ... oh, Sam . . . oh . . . OH? Shhh ..."
Then, at last, she was screaming!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH ... Oh God, Oh God, Sam, I'm there, I'm cumming, I'm . . . MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm ..." She shrieked like a tormented banshee as her nakedly flailing body began twisting like a lariat, beyond all control, her tightly clasping cuntal muscles spasmodically flexing as though trying to rip the older man's thickly pumping penis away from his balls. She was insane, her voice screaming out, her legs like manacles tightly locked around his neck, her hands like steel talons clawing at the naked flesh of his back and buttocks as her hotly convulsing vaginal lips flowered open and began gushing out a long pent-up flood of hotly flowing female cum. Her ripely quivering breasts were bobbing against his chest, the nipples like sharp little spears, and her head was flung back in a wild abandoned pose of pure lust.
She had never experienced anything like this orgasm - nothing could have prepared her for this! Her body was on fire - torrents of wildly pleasurable heat flooded her, and her head was floating away on the crest of warm, enveloping ecstasy, when in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard Sam's throaty cry of release.
"OH CHRIST, BABY, I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING . . . ARGHHH . . . AARGHHHH . . .!" and then she felt the first searing jets of his molten river of sperm as it erupted from his wildly jerking cock rammed deep up into her hungrily sucking vagina, flooding her already wetly drenched cuntal cavern and seeping into every hidden little recess of her womb. She wanted it, yes, she wanted this man's hotly gushing sperm splashing around up inside her . . . wanted this white hot cum of Sam Drew, who had shown her such unbelievable pleasure yesterday and today!. She had him to thank for finally making her realize how much joy can actually come from a male penis, and a wave of warmly appreciative gratitude washed over her. Sam continued to pump his hot thick liquid into her now hungrily accepting cunt, until at last, it was over, and the naked young wife felt the slow deflation of his viriley throbbing cock as it finally began to slip wetly from her sperm flooded pussy.
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 gazed up into the half-closed eyes of her boss, Sam Drew. She had been transformed by the ! ecstasy of her passions into a portrait of pleasure, and the brutality of his assault was forgotten as Joanna felt the happy tingling deep in her cum filled cunt.
But what of Jack? Joanna's mind momentarily jerked back to reality as her husband's image flashed across her brain. But then, just as quickly, he disappeared from her thoughts, and Joanna lay quietly, unashamedly naked, beside the still heavily breathing body of her employer. Right or wrong simply did not enter into her mind - just the thought of the entire morning to spend with this marvelously virile man who had just given her so much pleasure.
Chapter Six
Jack Clark stared into the mirror as he lathered up his face for his morning shave, and decided he had to start getting more sleep. He'd been in late every night that week, and the lack of rest was beginning to show in the dark circles under his eyes and their slightly bloodshot hue. He'd been that way ever since the night he'd first met Susan Marlowe, and while he wasn't tiring of his wife's sexy girl friend in the least, still he thought he ought to go easy for awhile. After all, he'd seen Susan every night that week, and she was the kind of woman who wouldn't take no for an answer: every session with her was one continuous orgy of wild, non-stop sex, and while Jack didn't like to admit it to himself, she was beginning to wear him out.
Jack took a fresh blade and injected it into his razor, then began to stroke his strong, handsome face with an easy rhythm. As he shaved, he wondered why his wife hadn't mentioned his late hours; why she had, in fact, been very careful not to even seem vaguely interested in what he'd been doing to keep himself out so late. He'd had all kinds of alibis ready for her expected cross-examinations, had been surprised when Joanna hadn't even seemed to have cared. Of course, he was grateful for her silence in the matter; but all the same, her lack of interest gave birth to a nagging uneasiness in the back of his mind. This uneasiness, coupled with his natural feelings of guilt when he thought about how he was being so consistently unfaithful to his wife, was another reason he'd decided to cool off his attachment with Susan Marlowe. After all, he loved his wife, in spite of her failings, and he really did : wish with all his heart that they could rediscover ; that beautiful rapport which had characterized their earlier months of marriage.
Jack finished shaving quickly, got dressed, and walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Joanna turned to him with a brief smile.
"Good morning, dear," she said. "The eggs will be ready in a minute."
"Great," Jack answered her, and sat down at the table to find the morning paper already at his place. He opened the paper and glanced at the headlines, and then looked across to where Joanna was busying herself with the tail end of breakfast. ; "Sleep well?" he asked lightly.
"Hmmmm . . . wonderful. You?"
"All right, I guess."
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Joanna came over to the table with their two plates, set his in front of him, and sat at her place, "You know, Jack," she said casually, "you've been looking all worn out lately. Are you sure you've been sleeping well enough?"
Jack raised his eyes from his plate, and glanced quickly at his wife: was this the beginning of the questions he'd expected for so long? Joanna was busy eating her breakfast, looking as though she had meant nothing more by her statement than just what she'd said.
"Sure," Jack answered her. "I've just got to start getting home at a decent hour, that's all. You know, income tax time is just around the corner, and everyone's working overtime."
Joanna looked at her husband and smiled sweetly.
"There's no need to explain, Jack. I'm sure they must be working you like slaves down there."
"Damn right they are. But it ought to let up soon."
Jack starting eating again, but an uneasy, unformulated question kept scurrying around the corners of his mind. He couldn't figure out why Joanna was so willing to accept his story at face value. Her tone of voice almost suggested that she wouldn't care if he stayed out, no matter what the reason.
"How's work, honey?" His voice was non-commital. He thought he noticed Joanna hesitate slightly before answering, but then decided it must have been his imagination.
"Oh, it's all right, I guess. It's getting to be something of a grind right about now, though," Joanna said.
"I know just what you mean. Sometimes I think I'd rather die and go to hell than walk into my office in the morning."
Joanna stopped eating, and looked up at him.
"I didn't know you felt that way about it, darling," she said, with genuine surprise in her voice. "I thought you were happy with Henderson Life."
"Are you kidding?" Jack snorted, aware of the fact that he and Joanna seemed to be talking to each other for once. "At least with your job, you see a few new faces every day. All I get are the same old tired faces, day in day out, with the same old bitching and back biting."
"Well then, you ought to quit, honey."
Jack looked at his wife, and smiled tenderly. Everything was so simple in her innocent mind.
"That's easier said than done. Job-hunting with the employment situation the way it is now is no picnic."
"Well, that's true, of course," Joanna replied. "But there's got to be something." She suddenly leaned across the table and laid her hand gently on top of his. "Why don't you look around, you know, just to see if you can find anything. Because I'd much rather see you happy, than think of you slaving away in a job you didn't like."
Jack stared into his wife's eyes, and was genuinely touched by her concern. Maybe there was hope for them yet! Maybe the last few days had been nothing more than a temporary aberration, a brief though unpleasant test of the strength of their marriage. Jack suddenly knew that he was going to stop seeing Susan Marlowe, knew it as surely as he now sat looking fondly at his wife. If the last few days had been a test of his marriage, he knew he had failed it miserably, had betrayed her trust sinfully in his all too eager acceptance of the solace found in another woman's arms. Well, if ever there was a time to start fresh, it was now; and Jack resolved in the split second before he answered that he would do his best to wipe the slate clean, and start a new
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"Maybe you're right," he grinned enthusiastically. "Maybe that's just what I need. In fact, I've got a friend, you know, Ron Peterson, who's thinking about starting a new company in electronic equipment. He talked to me the other day about working with him."
"Oh, Jack, that sounds wonderful!" Joanna exclaimed.
"Well, it's nothing definite, you understand. But maybe I'll give him a call today, just to see what his ideas are. He certainly didn't promise me anything, but still, you never know ..."
"And maybe I'll quit my job too, and look for something else," Joanna enthused with a strange glimmer of relief in her eyes. "I mean, that would be all right, wouldn't it, darling?"
Jack Clark gazed at his beautiful young wife , with a rediscovered tenderness in his eyes, and as I he answered her, his eyes danced with the love he'd always had for her, but which had lain dormant for what seemed like such a long time. "If that's what you want, honey, then I say yes. I guess I've just got to realize that you're what they I call a liberated woman these days. I guess I've been a little bull-headed about this whole business . . . "
"You haven't, dear . . . well, I guess you have," Joanna laughed, "but I've been just as bull-headed."
And now it was Jack's turn to lean across the table, and give his wife a gentle kiss on her smiling lips. Christ, what a fool he'd been to have thought he could find the happiness he had with her in a relationship with a near stranger!
"Oh, dear, what time is it?" Joanna asked as their lips parted.
"At a time like this, you can think about the time?" Jack grinned.
"You forget, darling, we're stuck with our awful little jobs until something better comes along. And we've got to pay for that steak you're getting tonight."
"Okay, you win," Jack laughed.
Together, they cleaned up the breakfast table, then got their things and left the house arm in arm.
"I'll give you a lift," Jack said, as they stepped outside.
"Ah, sir . . . how gallant," Joanna teased, and walked with him to the car. Getting in, she moved all the way over next to him, which she couldn't remember doing since they'd been married, and by the time they'd reached the parking lot of the shopping center, Joanna's spirits were soaring. Before she got out of the car, she gave Jack a long, passionate kiss, and then she stood on the sidewalk and waved as he pulled away from the curb. All right, she thought to herself as the car disappeared around the corner, from now on, everything is going to be all right.
Joanna smiled automatically to the young man who stepped confidently into the store late that afternoon. He had a large suitcase in one hand and was carrying a hefty book under his arm, and she knew immediately that he was a salesman. She tried to hide her irritation, because she had just been on the point of putting up the "Closed" sign on the door and going into the back room to confront Sam. Even though she had enjoyed the past week with her boss, had reveled in their late afternoon rounds of illicit sex, she knew that she would have to give that all up now: give it up because to continue would jeopardize the new atmosphere of trust and love she felt growing between her husband and herself. She had been preparing herself all day for what she was going to say to Sam Drew, and she hoped he wouldn't take it too badly. But now her plans were upset by the last-minute arrival of this salesman.
Joanna hoped he wouldn't be long. As she got on her stool and waited for the young man to finish his business in Sam's office, she thought about the events of the past week. All that she'd lived for these past few days had been those glorious times she spent with Sam, feeling his nakedly powerful body close to hers, tasting his mouth on hers, and best of all, feeling his thick, hotly pulsating cock as it thrust deep into her fervently responding vagina... it had all been heavenly . . . but now it had to stop. She didn't think Jack had noticed her new outlook on life, her lack of interest in him. She would have thought it was blatant, but she was grateful he hadn't suspected anything. Now she could disengage herself from her boss, and start anew with Jack as though nothing had happened. However, she couldn't deny that she'd felt a little piqued to think that she had actually been unfaithful to her husband, and he hadn't seemed to notice anything.
But that wasn't the point, she breathed happily.
The point was that she was now enjoying herself in a way she never thought possible before - a way that she could thank Sam Drew for having opened her eyes to: she was liberated at last from the shackles of puritanism; she was a new, complete woman. And everything she'd learned about sex in the past week, Joanna knew, would now be applied to the effort to make herself as good a wife as Jack could ever hope for.
"Joanna, have you got a minute?" Sam called from his office, and the young blonde hurried in response.
"In fact, this may take more than a minute, so you'd better lock up the store for awhile," Sam smiled, and Joanna compliantly went over and placed the "Closed" sign on the door.
She returned to the back office and Sam came over to her, his arm caressing her shoulder fondly, his mouth enveloped in a large grin.
"Honey, this is John Masterson, a representative for one of the big swim wear firms. I don't think you've met before.
Joanna tried to ease out from under Sam's arm, and shook the salesman's outstretched hand, ignoring his flirty wink, and then turned questioningly to her employer.
"We thought it would be a good idea for you to try on some of the swim suits, so we can decide which ones we want to stock."
"B-but Sam," she stammered, at a loss for what to say.
"Oh don't worry, baby, nobody'll see you but John and me, and John has certainly seen bathing suits modeled before." Joanna 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, I but Sam cut in roughly.
"Do as I say, dammit," and she was stung by the sharpness of his tone. His eyes were steel blue as they challenged hers, and the same sliver of fear pierced her heart as the first time he had forced her to submit to his advances. She knew that tone ... if she didn't comply, there was no telling what Sam would do or say, and she certainly didn't want to get her boss into a foul mood before she told she was breaking off their affair. There was nothing to do but obey.
j Miserably, she nodded in assent.
"Good girl," Sam laughed, pleased with himself. "I've picked out the ones I'd like to see, so just go behind that screen and try them on, one by one, bikinis first. Joanna's heart sank. She didn't think she could I go through with it. Her face flamed at the thought of walking around the room, confronting Sam and the young stranger, wearing only a flimsy bikini bathing suit. Then a sudden consoling thought struck her, and she experienced a stab of relief. Sam wouldn't make her do anything, well, risky he loved her; she had been, for all purposes, his mistress, and he didn't know yet of her plans to discontinue that relationship. Yes, it was just her boss's way of making sure he got stuff that would really sell, she was positive. Her heart lifted with , relief, and quickly she went behind the screen in the corner of the office, stripped off the cotton peasant dress she'd worn that morning, and picked t up the first item. It was a tiny, white, very brief bikini, with a thin blue ribbon tying right under f the bosom. Joanna slipped it on and couldn't help noticing in the full length mirror in the dressing room how the flimsy little brassiere pushed her firmly ripened breasts up so provocatively, and how the dark little circle around her nipples was . clearly visible through the cloth. God, it's indecent, she thought, only a tramp would wear something so daring. She looked around for a matching bathrobe, but saw, with dismay, that there was none.
"Are you ready, baby?" Sam called somewhat impatiently, and Joanna, trembling in apprehension, slipped from behind the screen and glided back into the room.
She saw a lewdly appreciative gleam in Sam's eye and heard the salesman, John, draw in his breath quickly. She kept her eyes downcast, and in response to Sam's instructions, pirouetted slowly around the room. She was conscious of the hungrily burning eyes of the two men on her near-nakedness, and was startled to feel the sudden wicked stiffening of her errant little nipples.
"It sure is an attractive suit," Sam chuckled, his eyes glued on the barely covered outline of the voluptuous young body he knew so well. John Masterson couldn't draw his eyes away from the svelte contours of her sensually lush body, and they fell to rivet on the barely hidden triangle of her pubic area.
"Oh the bikini's all right; it's what's under it that I go for ..." John grinned all too familiarly, and Joanna's face flamed into color.
"Try the next one now, honey, the red one . . , "
Joanna was glad to escape the searing stares of the two men, and fled into the dressing room. She pulled off the white suit and, without a glance at her lithe, sinewy body, she put on the miniscule red one that Sam had mentioned. She was dismayed to find that it only just covered the rubbery pink nipples of her breasts. It had a parted front with thin spaghetti straps which showed clearly the inviting cleavage between her proudly upthrust mounds. It was the most blatantly provocative outfit she'd ever worn, and she knew that its color emphasized the creamy whiteness of her skin. With a sick lump in her throat, she stepped from behind the screen. 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!" John said suddenly when she appeared, and she was immediately conscious of the briefness of the suit, and how she must appear to the two men.
"You sure do it justice, honey," Sam drawled, his pulse quickening at the lovely picture that his office mistress made.
"How about letting your hair down?" John suggested, and before she could say anything, he had moved quickly over to her. She cringed slightly from the touch of his fingers on her throat as he reached up and loosened the pins that held her long blonde tresses in place. He was standing very near to her, so near that her fully erect little nipples under the flimsy swim suit top 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. Joanna wondered how she must look in the sexy bikini, the look of a real beach bitch, yet with her hair curling around her face in an innocent, childish style. She sighed almost with relief when Sam nodded to her, signalling that she should go and change to the next costume. 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 pants that looked more like a "g" string than a swim suit. They were a light powder blue and just barely covered her prominent vaginal mound. Thin wisps of her pubic hair curled out under the leg bands and above the elastic at the top. The tiny swim suit bottom clung so closely to her body that the full outline of her vaginal lips and the cleft between her smoothly curved buttocks were visible. Wide-eyed in dismay, she stared at the peaked erection of her nipples on her completely naked breasts, and then quickly put on the scanty suit top, which enhanced rather than dulled the stunning impact of her voluptuously endowed body.
Once more back in the room, Joanna was aware of the eyes of the two men riveted on her. She saw at a glance that they each had a drink, and John Masterson in particular was brazenly open in his admiration of her. She stepped back suddenly when he advanced towards her.
"Wow, honey, you sure do a lot for those things. But I'd sure as hell like to see you without them!" His voice was thick and lustful, and Joanna shot a pleading look towards Sam. But her boss was sitting back in his chair, his eyes amused as he took in the scene.
"Can I get dressed now?" Joanna asked in what she hoped was a cold, icy voice, but Sam shook his head.
"No, why don't you stick around for awhile, honey," he drawled, "and keep John company!"
Joanna turned to stare 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 roundness of her buttocks through the flimsy material of the bikini. Joanna gasped and started to pull away, but Masterson 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, Sam, make him stop!" she pleaded, still not fully comprehending about was about to happen.
"Come on, baby, be a sport! I promised John a little fun with you for the beautiful discount he's giving me on this stuff!" Sam replied, a hint of command in his voice.
Joanna stared at him in disbelief. This couldn't be Sam, her lover of barely a week! He was telling [ her, if she understood him correctedly, to let this . . . this lewdly lusting salesman, whom she didn't like . . . much less know . . . have his way with her. It couldn't!
"Sam, please ..." she blubbered, shaking her head feverishly as tears started to well up in her eyes.
"That's enough, Joanna! Now be a good girl, and do what my boy, John, tells you!"
"That's right, sweetheart," Masterson butted in recklessly, tossing down the last of his drink, "now let's get a look at that cute little cunt Sam's been bragging about ..."
"No! No!" Joanna shrieked suddenly, cowering into a corner, fear turning her bones to jelly. In the din of her consternation, she heard Sam's laugh, callous and unfeeling, and all hope left her. She was aware of the swim wear representative's hands on her as he dropped to his knees in front of her, peeling the tightly clinging bikini bottoms down over her smooth rounded hips and thighs and then impatiently turning her around to reach up and unsnap her swim suit top with one easy flick of his wrist. And then, abruptly, the disbelieving young ; wife was totally naked and cowering under his , obscene leer. "Man, oh man! Look at those beautiful tits!" Masterson exclaimed, standing and roughly pulling ! her away from the corner as he reached boldly for her breasts and crushed them cruelly in his fingers like overripe fruit.
"Mmmmmmmm . . . they're soft as butter," he breathed in admiration, his lewd intentions written clearly over his face. Joanna was mortified; she couldn't even bring herself to look at Sam, 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 in fear.
"Oh God!" She couldn't suppress the comment as her eyes fell on his heavy, blood-filled penis. He had quickly stripped completely naked and his huge pulsating cock stood out like an elevated cannon from 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!" Masterson snapped, and with a sudden brutal movement, tangled his fingers in her hair and shoved her viciously to the floor of the office.
"Oh, Sam! Please stop him ... please!" She sobbed as she lay in a nakedly pathetic heap on the same rug where it had all begun a week before.
Masterson was beside her in a flash, spreading wide her thighs, his gaze glued to the gleaming pink flesh of her wetly trembling vaginal furrow which his fingers were already spreading open for his lewd inspection.
"Mmmmmm, what a nice little pussy you've got!" he praised, his finger probing expertly at her softly quivering flesh. The naked young wife 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 firm young thighs and spread them painfully apart, so far apart that the strain seemed almost unbearable. Immediately he positioned himself between her widespread legs and guided the heavy rubbery head of his lust-bloated cock towards the quivering wet opening of her nakedly cringing little cunt mouth.
Joanna lay paralyzed with fear and horror as Masterson readied himself. The thought that Sam was but a few feet away from her and watching her debasement 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 defenselessly open thighs and threatened to split her from head to toe. Her shrill voice cried out the agony of her pain.
"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHHH! OH FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP...!!!" The swim suit salesman had penetrated her unprepared vaginal lips with his massively thickened penis and was ramming mercilessly into her tightly tensed pussy with cruel abandon, his long fleshy rod fucking through her nakedly spread cuntal passage with i relentless fury. Without stopping he plowed on until at last the smooth rubbery head of his rapacious cock reached the end of her defenselessly upturned cunt and jarred hard against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Disbelieving, harsh moans of protest escaped from her arid throat as she tried to wriggle free of the hot pole of pulsating male flesh, but she was hopelessly skewered by the young salesman's thick shaft. Her frantically trembling legs were spread wide and dangled helplessly out on either side of his nakedly driving hips and her softly rounded young buttocks were mercilessly buffeted down against the floor as he flexed his huge pulsing cock-head deep up inside her belly.
The tight unyielding walls of her vaginal passage throbbed and closed in like a second skin around his long embedded penis, and Joanna could feel every pulse beat, every vein palpitating in his excitedly throbbing hardness. She could feel the heat of his heavily dangling testicles as they lay cradled in the helplessly spread crevice of her ass, and her tightly stretched cunt felt filled almost to the exploding point with the hot male flesh of this strange man.
At last he began a withdrawal stroke, and the sobbing young woman gasped from the searing heat of his exit, feeling the smooth, slowly moistening walls of her vaginal sheath pulling out with the departing column of hot flesh. Then once more, he rammed forward like an express train, spearing into her without hesitation until his pelvis smacked against the mouth of her womb with jarring intensity.
"Aaaaaaaggghhh," she moaned as shocks flowed up out of her painfully stretched vagina to inundate her entire body. Desperately she groaned out as he began a slow relentless in and out fucking rhythm which caused her tightly clasping vaginal lips to become more and more wet, allowing him easier access for his illicit entry and easing the pain. He was slamming forward with all his might now, raising her helplessly squirming buttocks up off the rug as he fucked in, plowing forward until his thick heavy cock was embedded right up to the hilt in her defensively clasping pussy channel, before pulling out again until only the lust-swollen head of his wetly glistening penis was still lodged just inside her quivering cuntal lips. Joanna could feel his desire-tautened balls smacking hard against her nakedly quivering buttocks now as he began driving into her moistly throbbing pussy, could feel the warm grinding of his belly against hers as his pubic hairs meshed tightly with her own sparse wisps. His hands suddenly went under her naked body to cup her buttocks and pull her tightly clasping cunt up hard against his long pistoning cock with each inward thrust. As his wild fucking became more intense, she could see perspiration beginning to coat his muscular frame and his face reddening from his exertion.
"That's it, Johnny baby . . . give it to her! Fuck the shit outta the hot little bitch!!!" her employer's voice suddenly boomed out, and Joanna was sickened. How could Sam Drew sit there making lewd remarks and watch another man fucking her against her will like this?
Sam's lewd encouragement seemed to drive the visiting salesman on to a faster speed, for the tempo of his lascivious fucking in and out of her wetly pulsating pussy increased.
"Oh ... no ... " Joanna's slow moan of dismay bubbled out of her throat, for against her will and perhaps even because someone else was watching her doing it, she found her body once again treacherously beginning to take command over her morals. At first the naked young blonde tried to fight it, fight the horrible knowledge that her sensually awakening body was beginning to respond to the adulterous screwing of still another man, but the knowledge soon was impossible to conceal as she involuntarily raised her pelvis and tightly clenching vagina suddenly upward to eagerly meet the deep thrusts of his pile-driving cock before poling downward with him in an instinctive effort to retain for as long as possible the delicious hard rod of throbbing flesh inside her.
Her arms flew up automatically around his naked body and drew him down onto her, flattening her heaving ripe breasts against the muscular wall of his chest, until his hungry wet mouth met hers. She responded eagerly to his kiss, and this time, her tongue darted first into his mouth, and wetly swirled around his own, dabbing and poking at it in the sheer exuberance that came from fucking so wildly and with such abandon. Her thighs opened even wider to suck his hotly pulsating cock deeper into her hungrily accepting cunt, and her ankles locked behind his rock-hard buttocks as she clung ever tighter to him.
She was perversely anxious now to give herself over to this man completely and to show the lewdly watching Sam Drew the eagerness of her vagina sucking so greedily on the long pulsating shaft of this stranger's penis; and she raised her hips deliberately and spread wide her legs so her boss could see her tight, blonde-fringed pussy lips nibbling excitedly at the hard, wide base of his hotly fucking member.
"Oh God, come on . . . fuck harder . . . fuck me harder with your big beautiful cock," she groaned out her final verbal surrender to the wild abandoned fucking she was receiving on the rug of the office.
Sam stared in astonishment at the sudden change that had come over the young blonde girl. He thought he knew her as well as he knew anybody, but this wild, frenzied woman fucking so insanely against that goddamned swim suit salesman was a complete stranger to him. Christ! She'd never turned on this much before, even though she was the hottest little piece of ass he'd had in years. Earlier, he had suggested that Masterson 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 beautiful young wife was no exception, but now he wondered if he had been wrong . . . Goddamn, look at her grind that hot little ass around; she's fucking that poor bastard half to death!
He felt the first stirrings of desire growing in his own loins and experienced also a stab of envy that it was John Masterson who was enjoying the favors of this incredible young wildcat. Jesus Christ! She's really gone into overdrive now, he thought as he saw the red welts left by her fingernails on the salesman's buttocks. Sam had never seen her so aroused before, not even in her wildest moments with him, and he wondered angrily if it was the other man's youth and good looks that turned her on. Whatever it was, he was sorry that it wasn't him, and he wished now that he hadn't been so hasty in offering her to the salesman to sample.
Still, it was exciting just watching them fuck together, like two primitive animals, locked nakedly together in complete abandonment, their lewdly coupled bodies jerking and fucking wildly together in an obscene dance of sexual ecstasy. His fully erect cock felt as if it were on fire, a red hot log burning against his leg, and quickly he opened his fly and released the long throbbing shaft. God, he was hotter than he had been in weeks! Who'd think that that goddamned little bitch would make him get that big hard-on, and just by watching her get fucked by another guy!
Joanna was like a woman possessed. Her wantonly writhing 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 of now was his beautifully hardened cock slamming up between her open thighs, evoking primeval responses in her, turning her blood to a boiling stream of pure erotic delight 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 kindled up some inner fire in Sam, and he stripped quickly. When he advanced towards the insanely fucking couple, his eyes were bulging out of his head and his huge, lustfully throbbing cock was cradled in his hands. He had had enough; he couldn't wait any longer! "Hey baby," he whispered thickly. "It's me, . Sam."
His mouth was close to Joanna's ear, and she stared at him stupidly, uncomprehendingly, her mouth wide open in mindless lust.
"Sam?" 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 nakedly thrashing body, felt new thrills as with his finger tips he caressed the soft pubic curls of her tightly locked cunt lips where the salesman's wetly glistening shaft thrust in and out of her belly, and then felt his strong urgent fondling of her wildly pumping buttocks below.
"Turn her over on top of you, John, boy," she heard Sam's passion-thickened voice command, and then she could feel herself being rolled over until her knees were on either side of Masterson's ribs and she was straddling his loins, his thickly hardened penis now fucking heavily up into her wide open cunt from below as she kneeled slavishly over him.
"Ooooh God, Oooooh God," she chanted, grinding her wetly palpitating vagina down and scraping her heavily dangling breasts back and forth across his chest. Then, she gasped suddenly as in the midst of her lustful daze, she felt her rhythmically working ass-cheeks being pried forcefully apart and felt the cool rush of air on the sweat-streaked crevice between them. Then, moments later, she felt the first lewd pressure of something hard and hot and throbbing against the cringing little opening of her now defenselessly exposed anus. Her mind didn't register what was happening ... for a moment all she could think of was the young salesman's beautifully hard cock pistoning up into her lust-hungry vagina from between her thighs below.
"Oh God, don't stop . . . don't stop fucking me ..." she mewled, her body vibrantly alive to the pitch of intoxication, hungry to the point of being ravenous for the salesman's deliriously spearing rod of male flesh. Again she felt the insistent fumbling between her wide-stretched ass-cheeks, and irritably jiggled her hips as if to dislodge the annoyer. It was then she became abruptly aware of her surroundings as she felt the unmistakeable nudge of a hotly throbbing penis pressing against her defensively puckering anus.
"OH NO!" she squealed, "YOU CAN'T, SAM, PLEA - EESEEE!" And then all reason was blacked out by a blinding sheet of pain and her spinal column felt as if someone were hammering a crowbar up her backside.
" Wooooouuuuggggghhhhhh . . . AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ..." Desperately she flailed her nakedly upraised buttocks in a futile attempt to free herself from this agonizing impalement, but her very movements only seemed to drive the incredibly thick shaft further up inside her frantically cringing rectum.
"No, Sam, oh God, please no ... " she screamed again, but her employer was deaf to her pleas; the sight of her warmly rounded ass-cheeks, flattened now to allow entrance of his hotly plundering penis, goaded him on without consideration. He continued to ram forward, pushing his massive cock-head until at long last her heatedly quivering rectum was totally impaled by his long thick cock.
"Ohhhh . . . don't move . . . God! You're killing me. Take it out, Sam. Take it out!" she squealed.
The older man laughed. "Just relax, baby. It's not as if you're a virgin there. After all, your husband's already fucked you there once." He ran his hands wonderingly over her tightly clenched ass-cheeks and repeated, "Relax, baby. You'll love it!"
Joanna willed herself to relax, to be still in spite of her desire to relieve the pain, by bringing back the delicious feeling that had come by her moving up and down on the hotly throbbing cock of the salesman fucking into her from below. Incredibly, she felt her cruelly widened rectum beginning to relax. Sam withdrew a little way, then gently stroked back into her heatedly quivering rectum. A moment later, the two lust-thickened cocks began to work in unison so that Joanna found herself incredibly buffeted between the two men, being screwed by both of them at once, the salesman from below and her boss, Sam Drew, from behind.
For a moment, the unbelievable fact refused to register on the kneeling young wife's mind, 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! What have I become? Oh God! No! Her brain screamed in denial while her nakedly writhing body proclaimed admission. Her hideously-stretched rectum was beginning to emulate her feverishly pulsating vaginal passage and welcome the unabated assault of Sam's heavy, driving penis! She was beginning to enjoy it! She was actually beginning to enjoy kneeling there in submission and being so lewdly fucked between two men at once, enjoying the lascivious excitement of having a complete stranger screw her hotly eager cunt, while Sam Drew her boss of such a short time, plunged his lust-heated cock into her now ecstatically responding rectum!
"Oooooohhhh . . . yes . . . yesss ... Oh God, both your cocks feel so good up in my cunt and asshole!" Her lush young body was furiously bucking and gyrating in licentious rhythm with thy pounding of the two men, and obscene, lascivious thrills emanated from every part of her voluptuously quivering body as she allowed herself to be tossed and pummelled like a limp pillow between the two heavily perspiring men. She was wildly ecstatic at being sandwiched between them as they vented their mounting passion in a series of deep hard furious thrusts, the two desire-thickened cocks rubbing hotly against each other through the thin dividing membrane between vagina and rectum. She was enjoying the dual fucking like she had never enjoyed anything before in her life. Now 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 this unbelievably exciting carnal lust.
Her sensually ripened young body was fermenting with held-back desire and she knew that she was on the verge of cumming as she had never cum before. 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. Oooooohhhh, 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 resistance from her insanely churning young body, leaving her free to revel in the incredible sensations of salacious pleasure taking lewd possession of her whole being. Her hoarse cries of wantonness rang out in the room, and her arms waved wildly as her body shuddered with the rippled of pleasure from her incredible release.
Her body convulsed with thousands of miniature spasms and every inch of her skin seemed alight with ecstatic joy. Through the din of her release, she could hear the wild, animalistic cries of the two men as they reached their climax together, and their groans of pleasure added immeasurably to her own joy at the realization that they were both going to spew their white hot sperm into her, and of the pleasure and thrills they were undoubtedly experiencing from fucking her . . . and her alone! She was giving them pleasure, just as they were bringing untold delight to her nakedly hungering body!
Then her body was tossing about like a buoy at sea, crashing between their two heavily sweating bodies as they both grunted in unison and shot their waiting jets of white hot semen into her eagerly milking orifices, flooding the twin passages up between her legs with their hotly gushing male sperm. Their wildly jerking cocks triggered off fresh shudders of orgasmic pleasure inside her, injecting her wearily kneeling body with a new carnal delight, until she thought she'd die from the sheer rapture of being double-fucked and cumming simultaneously between the two lust-angered men.
At last, it was all over, and she could feel the tremors of ecstasy subsiding in her weary young body and was aware of the softening of their two sperm-drained penises inside her as they began to slip from the twin, still heatedly throbbing passages. Abruptly, she recognized that what she was feeling then was bliss - sheer, unadulterated bliss - and the knowledge that she had reached a new height on the climb toward real liberation elevated her dizzily. Her brain swam with the thought, Oh God! I'll never, never be the same again . . .
She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the remorse would come later, come creeping up on her to puncture her balloon of bliss with needle-sharp pricks of guilt. But now, she didn't care . . . didn't care about anything . . . only the incredibly satiated emptiness that pervaded her nakedly drained body . . .
Chapter Seven
"God, Joanna, you look all done in!"
Susan Marlowe gazed with genuine surprise at her co-worker as Joanna entered the front door to the shop the next morning, her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, her lush young body looking as though it had been drawn through the wringer. Susan saw the defensive look that immediately crossed Joanna's face at her spontaneous remark.
"I ... I didn't get much sleep last night, I guess," Joanna answered in a subdued voice.
"I'm sorry, Joanna, I didn't mean ..." Susan apologized.
"Oh, that's all right," Joanna interrupted, with a wan smile. "You're right, I must look a sight. I'll just go in the back for a minute and freshen up. That is, if you can hold it out here for awhile."
"Sure, kid. Go pull yourself together."
Joanna moved slowly back through the store to the bathroom, feeling every bit as bad as she knew she must look. Her body felt like it was on the point of collapse, not only from lack of sleep, but from the torturous mental anguish she'd been going through all night.
The ecstatic bliss she'd experienced the day before between the nakedly straining bodies of her boss, Sam Drew, and that swim suit salesman, John Masterson, had rapidly faded as her mind had been forced to realize what she had allowed to be done to her. All the way home from work that afternoon, she'd berated herself unceasingly for her weakness in permitting the two men to abuse her the way they had, without so much as an attempt to escape. Her mind finally had to face the dreadful possibility that she had not tried to flee because, subconsciously, she had wanted it, had wanted to lie nakedly buffeted by the surging force of the two mercilessly pounding cocks fucking in her thrashing belly. No, it couldn't be possible, she tried to convince herself; but her brain always returned to the contented, satiated state of mind which had followed her tumultuous orgasm, making her doubt the feelings of utter humiliation that had come later.
Last night at home had been one of the most excruciating she could ever remember. Jack had been in a wonderful mood, and had talked continuously about the conversation he'd had that day with Ron Peterson, the man who was interested in starting his own electronics company. Jack had been convinced that there was a great possibility he and Peterson could work out some kind of partnership, and he'd been on top of the world. His elation and expansive good humor, though, had only served to make Joanna all the more depressed, all the more guilty, as she forced herself to respond enthusiastically to his good news. It was no consolation to her that she had determined to break off her illicit affair with Sam Drew, and her actions of that afternoon had forced her mind into a corner of despair and self-recrimination. She had almost come to the point of confessing everything to her husband, throwing herself on his mercy, and begging his forgiveness, her guilt was so intense.
But she'd known that would do no good, so she'd kept silent. And later, when they'd gone to bed, her whole being had been flooded with new waves of guilt as Jack, for the first time in weeks, began to gently make love to her. She'd responded - she'd had to respond, she'd wanted to - but her insides were almost rent in two by the pain of her merciless conscience, which took her and twisted her cruelly even as she vainly tried to lose herself in her husband's passion. And afterwards, she had cried uncontrollably, feeling even more wretched when Jack, misinterpreting her tears, comforted her with passionate declarations of his love, and his resolve to make things better sexually between them.
Joanna looked at her strained features in the mirror of the bathroom at Drew's Sports, wishing she'd been able to get at least a little sleep that night. But the dark circles under her eyes and their reddish hue were testimony to the fact that she'd lain sleepless all night. She was not rested, not really in control of herself, and she knew that would make it more difficult to do what she had to do.
And yet it had to be done. Today, not tomorrow. No more putting it off until her boss was in a good mood. She had to tell Sam today that she was breaking off their affair, and quitting her job. Joanna applied a little powder under her eyes to try to take away some of the traces of her fatigue, brushed her hair, and then took a deep breath and re-entered the store.
"Is Sam in yet, Susan?"
"No, he's gone out to some kind of business meeting, I think. He won't be in until this afternoon."
"Oh damn!"
"Why?" Susan with a knowing look on her face. "Do you have to see him right away?"
Joanna stared at her co-worker dumbly. The look on Susan Marlowe's face told her undeniably that the dark-haired beauty somehow knew, or suspected, what had been going on between Sam and herself! How was that possible unless ... no! Sam couldn't have told her!
"No, of course not," Joanna answered sharply. "I just wanted to talk to him."
"Mmmm ..." Susan replied, "I bet you did."
"What. . . what do you mean by that?" Joanna stammered.
"Oh nothing, dear, nothing at all."
Luckily, at that moment, the first customer of the day came in, and Joanna rushed to help him. When he'd gone, Susan was in the back of the store, and Joanna decided to let the matter drop. What did it matter if Susan Marlowe knew? Joanna knew she'd be leaving Drew's Sports very soon anyway, and she could just close the doors on this whole unfortunate few weeks of her life. She would never again need to think about Sam Drew, or Susan Marlowe either, for that matter.
The day passed slowly, drawn into a seeming eternity by Joanna's fatigue and fearful anticipation of the encounter to come with her boss. She and Susan didn't talk much, and the troubled young blonde was rather brusque with her when they did speak. Susan tried a few times to bring up the subject of Sam Drew, but Joanna greeted her attempts with coolness, and by four-thirty that afternoon, a curtain of strained silence separated the two, which suited Joanna just fine.
At a quarter to five, Sam walked into the store, said hello, and went into the back. Joanna had almost gathered the strength to follow him into his office to confront him, when he came back out, and walked over to her. She looked quickly and saw that Susan was busy on the other side of the store, her back to them, adding up the day's receipts.
"How's my girl?" Sam said winningly as he came up to her, and wrapped his strong arm around her as if they were alone. Joanna blushed and shot a glance at the other girl, but she seemed to be involved in her work.
"How about a kiss?" Sam teased, and Joanna didn't know what to say. This was so unlike him; usually he was very distant with her when Susan was around, and she didn't know how to react. She certainly hadn't planned to have their conversation start like this!
Suddenly, the anxious blonde was startled to find his wetly heated lips bruised tightly against he-rs, and she was aghast when his hands began to roam exploratorily over her still sensitive breasts, cupping their warm soft flesh in loving squeezes, and then dropped his hands further still to embrace the graceful curve of her rounded buttocks clad in shiny satin bell-bottoms.
"Please, Sam, she'll see us," Joanna warned in a whisper, terrified that the other girl would turn around.
"Ah, she wouldn't mind watching a little kissing and petting; would you, Susan?" Sam called across to the other shop assistant.
Joanna's face turned beet red and she didn't know where to look.
"Of course not! I don't know how you two have managed to restrain yourself in front of me these last few days! But I do think I'll close the shop, if you don't mind," Susan said brightly, walking to the front door and looking back at the embracing couple from under her long dark lashes.
"See, honey?" Sam laughed crudely, "now we've got nothing to worry about! Come on, we'll even let her watch while we get in a little fucking."
"Sam! Are you out of your mind?" the embarrassed young wife hissed, as she continued to stare at him in bewilderment, which rapidly changed to disbelief when she felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper of the tunic she was wearing.
"No, Sam, please, I want to talk to you ..." she said angrily, trying to brush away his hand.
"Oh come on, baby, there's no harm in giving Susan a little show!" Sam was wheedling, "after all, remember how you did it with Masterson in front of me yesterday ..."
"Oh please, don't mention that!" Joanna pleaded, almost sobbing. She didn't know what she'd do if the other girl found out that she had allowed herself to be fucked half to death by two men at once.
"All right, I won't mention it, if you do what I say!" Sam had once again switched from the wheedling, cajoling lover into the brusque, demanding blackmailer, and Joanna didn't know what to do. If she objected there was no telling what he'd do! Miserably, she allowed him to pull off her tunic, leaving her to stand there clad only in her brassiere and bell bottoms. She cowered back in mortification against the wall when she felt him brazenly begin peeling off her pants.
"No, please, Sam, not that. . . I've got to talk to you first ..." she sobbed, but he was relentless.
"Remember what I said!" he warned, as he forced her to step out of the slinky pants. Embarrassed beyond belief, she stood there, now dressed only in her panties and brassiere.
"Well, Susan, isn't she a honey?" Sam asked proudly. "Have you ever seen nicer titties ... or a finer ass . . . and she can throw a fuck into a guy ... or two guys at the same time . . . like there's no tomorrow." He laughed crudely when the shamed young Joanna buried her face in her hands and sobbed loudly.
Susan threw a haughty glance at the humiliated girl and for a moment her eyes narrowed. Yes, she sure is something! Jack doesn't know how really lucky he is! she thought enviously, staring at the lithesome figure of the sensual almost naked young blonde.
Joanna had never felt so debased in all her life. Somehow, all her previous embarrassments faded into nothingness compared to the humiliation of being scrutinized like a piece of meat 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. Joanna felt an antagonistic vibration coming from the dark-haired girl, and she knew she couldn't talk to Sam about their affair with her in the room.
But she had to stop his lewd comments somehow! He'd already said too much about their affair. Her thoughts came to a halt abruptly when she became aware of Sam unclasping her brassiere, and before she had time to object, her fully ripened breasts had fallen free and she felt the cool air swirling around them, immediately stiffening the nipples into hard rubbery little peeks. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around them to hide their nakedness, keenly aware of Susan's calculating eyes burning into her and of Sam's malicious laugh. Then the store owner was tugging at her panties, and they were slipping down over her smoothly curving hips, falling to her ankles - and she was completely naked!
"Good God, Sam, what are you doing? Please ..." She turned wild staring eyes at her boss, not knowing what to do or say, unable even to check and see Susan's impression. She wanted to run out of the room, away from these two vile people who were humiliating her, but she couldn't. She was powerless to move and she could only stand there, tears spilling abjectly down her face, silently beseeching Sam to have pity on her.
"Look at those tits of hers, Susan!" Sam repeated. "And that tight little ass! How'd you like to feel a little of her ..."
"Sam," Joanna screamed, putting her hands over her ears to shut out the lewd words, "stop it, do you hear? I won't let you do it to me in front of my girl friend . . . !"
Joanna's protests were cut off as she became aware of her employer's arm tightening around her naked waist again, and of his moistly heated mouth trailing wet kisses down the length of her throat before enclosing first one nipple and then the other in his hotly sucking mouth. He slashed around her hard little nipple with his quivering pink tongue, then dipped further still to the flat plane of her tautly rounded little belly where the tip of his agile tongue nudged at the puckered little aperture of her navel. And finally, his head moved lower yet until his lips were resting on the soft golden pelt of sparse pubic hair at the juncture of her perfectly molded thighs. She gasped as she felt his fingers resting against the softly quivering lips of her cunt, and slowly drawing them apart.
Sam licked his lips hungrily as the succulent pink flesh of her vaginal split was revealed to his lust-widened eyes. He could see the pulsating little tip of her clitoris nestled teasingly at the top of her moistly glistening pussy flesh, and beneath it, the thinly bearded cuntal opening contracting and throbbing slightly. He drew in his breath sharply at the lewdly enticing sight and gulped to moisten the sudden aridness of his desire-tightened throat. He was on his knees now before her, and she was cowering helplessly back against the counter, her delectable young cunt his for the taking. The mouth-watering sight of her pinkly glistening pussy and the irrestible aroma of her warmly perfumed femininity was too much! He couldn't contain himself any longer! With a lewd triumphant grin at the excitedly watching Susan, he reached out with his tongue and darted it lizard-like into the soft wet folds of Joanna's moistly heated pussy spread so enticingly before him.
"Oooooooh God! Please! Don't Sam. Not that! Don't lick me like that here in front of her! Sam! Sam!" Joanna gasped vehemently, and the sudden searing contact of his wetly quivering tongue tip on her sensitive vaginal lips so startled her that she jumped sideways. She squirmed loose from his hold around her waist and had started to run toward the front door when Susan Marlowe, without changing expression, stuck out her foot and tripped the nakedly escaping girl. Joanna lost her balance and fell to the floor, her legs sprawling apart.
Laughing loudly, Sam lunged forward with sudden swiftness and quickly grasped her ankles, cruelly pulling them even further apart, sliding his palms upward until he had clamped them against the soft inner flesh of her helplessly trembling thighs, keeping them pried wide apart. Vainly, she tried to close them, but it was no use. She was beaten again, and she could see the obscene leer of victory of the store owner's face as he hunched down between her widespread thighs like a predatory beast ready to feast on her vulnerability. Worse was the thought that her working girl friend, Susan, had caused her to fall and was now eagerly watching this salacious spectacle, taking in every minute of her embarrassing position, seeing even now the exposed pink flesh of her vagina, open and unprotected, completely defenseless in the face of what was to come.
Worst of all, though, was the degrading realization that despite all her earlier resolutions, it was happening again - she was again trapped helplessly in the snare of Sam Drew's insatiable lust. All fighht left the deflated young wife as she felt his fingers once more spread wide the thin, hair-lined lips of her shamefully cringing cunt, drawing them lasciviously apart to expose the quivering hot hole of her most intimate secret spot.
Sam and Susan both stared as if mesmerized by Joanna's visibly throbbing pussy for just a moment, then with a half-human groan, the store owner bent down and shot out his tongue in a rapier-like stroke that wetly licked along the entire length of her quivering little slit.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . . Nooooooo . . . " Joanna cried out in protest, grinding her nakedly rounded buttocks down into the carpeted floor in an attempt to escape this lewd oral rape in front of her co-worker.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... No! No! Please no!" the young blonde whimpered as he continued his depraved assault, holding her so firmly in place that all her frantic twisting to escape was futile. Sam continued to worm his quivering wet tongue in and out of her desperately writhing cunt, occasionally pausing to look up and laugh at her obvious revulsion to the act.
"No, please, no, Sam, don't. . . not this! Not here!" She sobbed helplessly, closing her eyes against the sight of the hunched figure so obscenely grovelling between her outstretched thighs and the sight of Susan Marlowe's hotly glowing eyes. Tears of humiliation coursed down the naked young wife's cheeks, and her blonde head tossed from side to side in distress and disbelief. Oh God! This can't really be happening, it just can't. . . not again! Sam was taking advantage of her, forcing her to submit to his perverse licking and tongueing of her vagina, and right in front of Susan, too. Joanna's cheeks burned at the thought of what the other girl must be thinking as she watched her lying nakedly there, her whole body open and exposed and her completely defenseless vagina being licked lewdly by Sam Drew's wet tongue!
And Jack! Oh God! What would he say? This was the worst thing of all - this was defilement beyond imagination. What would her husband say if he could see her now, now after they had patched up their differences and their future was so full of promise. What would he say if he saw her loins being subjected to the crazy sucking of another man and he heard the obscene wet licking sounds filling the air? Saw her like some animal lying on the floor - naked - with another woman watching the vile unspeakable act? It was all too terrible even to think about. Joanna had never felt so alone in her life, and tears of degradation overflowed from her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks.
Why didn't Susan do something to help her? Surely she couldn't enjoy watching this salacious ^spectacle? Joanna forced herself to glance up at her pretty co-worker, but the look of pleading in her eyes turned to disbelieving horror as she saw Susan with her hand up beneath her own skirt, obviously playing with herself because her breath was coming in loud rasping sounds and her eyes were glazed with a feral lust.
Joanna jerked back violently as she felt Sam Drew's tongue brushing electrically up against the hotly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Her shoulders slumped in resignation as, against her will, a small hiss of pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God, it was unbearable, this tantalizing touch of his velvet tongue once again on her clitoris just as he had done that first day he took her self respect from her sweeping the rigid little bud into overwhelming turgidity, sending shivers of unnatural pleasure rippling wildly through her. The tearful young wife couldn't help it, and she didn't want to submit, but she had no choice! The intense pleasure was more than she could stand, and suddenly, perversely, perhaps because of Susan watching she didn't care! She groaned again and again as Sam continued his relentless tongue-fucking on the miniature phallus up between her thighs, coaxing it into a throbbing erection and forcing her pelvis to begin an unwanted slow upward grind against his face.
Sam smiled to himself as he glanced upward along his voluptuous young employee's lovely naked body, rejoicing once more in the evidence of his complete mastery over her. He shot a triumphant glance at Susan, who was leaning against the counter with the crotchband of her panties pulled aside and frantically fingering herself up between her half-spread thighs, her eyes glued on the incredibly exciting sexual act unfolding only a few feet away.
It won't be long now before the little bitch really lets go, Sam grinned lasciviously, this ought to really get her. . . and then maybe I'll let Susan eat a little pussy while I fuck one of them in the ass again . . .
He forced his palms downward beneath the velvet soft globes of Joanna's warmly trembling buttocks and, cupping them in his hands, lifted them up off the carpet to expose the entire wet furrow of her naked loins. Then he lowered his head again and began hungrily licking down the full length of her crevice from erectly throbbing clitoris to tightly puckered little anus, making her jerk back from the sudden unexpected contact with her sensitive little anal ring.
"Ooooooooh . . . please!" Joanna pleaded as his wetly tormenting tongue continued to flick and probe into the softly yielding flesh, jabbing lewdly at the tiny puckered ring of her anus, sending unwanted thrills of revulsion combined with forbidden pleasure rippling all along her spine. Mercilessly he teased at the tightly clenched anal opening with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm her buttocks frantically around on the floor in a panic-stricken effort to escape. At last, satisfied with her reaction, he moved upward once more and began to probe at her heatedly quivering cuntal orifice. He circled the small, petal-shaped opening, feeling her wispy pubic hairs and succulent pussy flesh quiver under his touch, until, with a sudden swift movement, he plunged his tongue full-length into the wetly throbbing passage.
"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH ..." Joanna sobbed wildly as the thick wet organ wormed its way into the hungry opening up between her widespread thighs. Again and again he stabbed at the sensitive cuntal flesh, feeling her tight vaginal walls clasping hotly around his squirming tongue.
Various emotions ran rampant in the young girl's nakedly perspiring body. Foremost was revulsion, disgust that she should be lying here on the floor in .the middle of a sports store, a victim of Sam's depraved oral attack, witnessed by Susan Marlowe who was now moaning almost as loudly as she as the other girl frantically finger-fucked herself to near oblivion. Joanna 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 defenselessly naked loins. 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 would win, would turn her into a whimpering, sex-crazed slut, just like he always did. She was in his power, and for some reason, rendered completely helpless by the obscene spell he cast on her. Now, even as she thought about it and tried to fight it, she was once more caught in the thrall of that lewdly hungering spell and there was nothing on earth she could do about it.
Then, with a low deep moan that erupted somewhere inside her rib cage, the floodgates burst and she began frantically thrusting her shamelessly aroused pussy lips up against Sam's wetly probing tongue. She was so hotly aroused now that she was oblivious to the loudly keening Susan and to her surroundings... to everything, in fact, but the delicious stabs of pleasure which were piercing her through the whole naked length of her wanton young body, converting her flesh into pulsating shafts of ecstasy.
She threw back her head and crooned, almost deliriously, "Oh Sam . . . your tongue feels so good . . . feels so good in my cunt!"
Jack Clark parked his car in the parking lot around the corner from Drew's Sports Shop and paused only momentarily before he got out. He knew Joanna was about to get off work, and he thought excitedly of how she would receive the | news he had to give her. His brain whirled with ! almost childish exuberance as he thought about the conversation he'd had with Ron Peterson that afternoon. It looked as though the partnership was going to go through! Jack had been overjoyed with his unbelievable good fortune, and now he wanted to share his success with his wife.
He'd already made reservations at one of the best restaurants in town, and his plan was to take i his wife out to dinner, and then tell her his news. He almost laughed aloud as he imagined the look she'd have on her face. Goddamn, this was going to make all the difference in the world to their marriage, he could just feel it. And as he walked around the corner to Drew's, he tried to draw his face into a dead pan, to hide the extent of his excitement.
He hoped that Susan Marlowe wouldn't be there. He hadn't told her yet of his decision to break off their torrid affair, and it would probably , be better if he didn't have to face her today, Although, he mused to himself, maybe she'd get the message if she saw that he was taking his wife out to dinner, and if he took great pains to show his love for Joanna in front of her.
Jack reached the front door to the shop, and found the door locked and the shades drawn. Hell, he thought to himself, they can't all have gone home already. He'd almost turned to go back to his car, when he heard what sounded like a muffled shriek coming from the inside of the shop. Jesus! Maybe someone was trying to hold up the place. Maybe Joanna was in there. Turning back to the window he cautiously pressed his ear up against the pane, and listened for a moment. There was definitely somebody in the store, but he couldn't quite make out . . .
Suddenly, Jack's mouth dropped open, and he froze in disbelief. It couldn't be! Christ! His ears must be playing tricks on him! It sounded like . . .
And from the shop came the distorted, but still clearly distinguishable voice of his own wife, accompanied by a loud, almost unbelievably wanton sigh of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh, Sam . . . your tongue feels so good . . . feels so good in my cunt..."
Jack's mind reeled as the sound made its way through the glass, and into his disbelieving ears. Hurriedly, he moved along the window until he found a spot where the shades had not been completely drawn over the glass, and, shading the window with his hand, peered into the front room of the store.
No! No! His brain screamed denial at the same time his eyes made out the sight of his own wife, Joanna, nakedly sprawled on the floor, her legs splayed lewdly out on either side of a strange man who was hunched over her hungrily licking her wetly glistening vagina! It couldn't be! Not Joanna! God, that son of a bitch must be raping her!
But Jack's supposition was proved wrong beyond a shadow of a doubt when he saw Joanna's lust-contorted face clearly through the window, and heard her voice for the second time.
Neither Joanna nor Sam were aware of the horror-stricken face at the window as they continued their wild passionate debauchery. But Susan Marlowe had seen his shadow at the doorway and then had straightened her skirt before she saw him at the window. For a second she thought about warning the two writhing people on the floor, and then thought better of it. She moved out of Jack's line of sight quietly, smiling secretively to herself, unwilling to spoil the fun she knew was in store.
Joanna knew she was ready to cum - there was no mistaking the deep spasmodic shudders which were controlling her rhythmic up and down movements against Sam's thick wet tongue. There was a volcano building in her loins as she thrust up shamelessly against Sam Drew's sweating face, and her hotly pulsating cunt flowered open to rim wetly around his nose and mouth as her fingers tangled desperately down in his hair, forcing his face even further up between her excitedly jerking thighs.
And suddenly again, she had reached an unbelievably high plateau of pure sensation and pleasure.
Her voice broke in a series of ecstatic shrieks as her nakedly thrashing buttocks ground down against the store floor and the hot inner flesh of her thighs clamped around Sam's face like a vise, imprisoning his swirling tongue deep in her greedily sucking vagina.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming, Sam! Oh God, I'm cumming!" 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 young body about on the crests of its rising spasms, leaving her breathless as they hurled her down, only to pick her up once more for another cresting peak of pleasure. She gasped again and again as her wildly convulsing vagina drenched Sam's reddened face with her hotly heated cuntal secretions as she hysterically throbbed out her orgasm.
Jack stood outside the store, not believing his own eyes, his shocked brain refusing to register what he saw. His mouth hung open and his eyes were dazed as they vainly tried to communicate what they were observing to his numbed consciousness. He could see the man's long red tongue still snaking in and out of the wet slippery flesh of his wife's eagerly widespread pussy as her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, forcing his face tighter up against the churning cuntal wetness of her burning orgasm. He could see her whole, nakedly voluptuous body heaving, heavily coated with perspiration, her sensuously rounded breasts dancing above her chest from the climactic motions of her body; her voice, lewd and incoherent, shrieking out her release, as her naked ass cheeks pounded hard down against the floor and her thighs locked scissor-like around the man's cum-smeared 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 shocked brain. He was watching his own wife's nakedly squirming cunt being sucked and licked by some stranger . . . she was experiencing an orgasm from the lewd oral act. . . and he was watching her, watching this lascivious display of abandoned lust... HE WAS WATCHING IT!
Suddenly, reality forced itself in on his bedazzled brain, and with a roar, like a mad bull, he charged to the door of the store, and with one well aimed kick, broke open the latch and stormed inside, his face scarlet with rage, and his eyes wild and staring.
"You little slut, I'm going to break every fucking bone in your body ... oh you Goddamned little bitch, I'll make you pay for this . . . you filthy adulterous little whore
Chapter Eight
Jack Clark's 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.
Joanna had no time to think. One minute she had been basking in the warm afterglow of a beautifully satiating orgasm, the next she had been thrown into the ice-cold waters of reality when confronted by her irate husband.
"Darling ... I ... I ... " she blubbered, afraid to look directly at him, scrambling to her feet and nakedly cowering against the counter, fear written all over her face.
"I saw you! I saw you, you filthy little whore, letting him lick your cunt! I saw you! You loved it, you can't deny it!" His insults were slurred and incoherent and Joanna 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, I can explain everything ..."
"You can't explain a fucking thing, you goddamn slut! I saw all I need to know!"
"No, Jack, please ... I didn't want to ... " Joanna pleaded.
"Like hell, you didn't want to! You make love to me one night, and somebody else is sucking your goddamn cunt the next day! Christ!!"
"Jack ..."
"You are a goddamn cheat, baby, and that's all there is to it! And a cheating wife is no better than a fucking street whore!!"
"What about a cheating husband, lover boy? Where does he fit into your holier-than-thou picture?"
Jack whirled at the sound of the unexpected voice, and found himself staring across the room into the accusing face of Susan Marlowe.
"Susan!" he stammered, "What are you ..."
"What am I doing here? I work here, remember? This is where we met." Susan's face was creased by a teasing half-smile.
"Jack, you . . . you've met Susan?" Joanna asked, confused.
"Well, I ... I... " Jack stammered.
"Sure he has, dear," Susan volunteered. "We're very good friends."
Jack turned to his wife, only to find her staring up at him in angry disbelief.
"What does she mean by that, Jack?" the beautiful young wife demanded.
"Listen, Joanna, I can explain ..." Jack's anger now had left him in a rush, as he realized the ludicrousness of his position.
"You mean . . . Oh God, no . . . not that ..." Joanna buried her face in her hands as though trying to shut out the awful truth that was becoming apparent to her.
"That's right, dear," Susan laughed. "While you've been getting fucked by Sam and his friends here, your darling husband has found a little diversion of his own." She turned her gaze on Joanna's embarrassed husband. "Well, let's just see, lover boy, which of us is really to your taste ..." She moved silently across the room and closed the door again, then shoved a chair under the hook so it couldn't be opened from the outside.
"You!" Joanna snapped, "You were having an affair with Susan all along! That's where you've been at night . . . and you lied to me about..."
"Joanna, please listen ..."
But the angry young wife wasn't listening; she was staring in amazement at her brunette girl friend who had unzipped her dress and was 'casually shrugging it off.
"What. . . what the hell are you doing?" Jack demanded, his voice uncertain.
"Wait and see, lover!" she crooned, as she stepped out of her dress. Joanna gazed in astonishment as the dark-haired girl finally stood there, clad only in brassiere and panties. Then with a strange smile, Susan 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 it to cascade in a dark flood down around her face.
Jack, 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 in public like this.
Sam sat silently apart from the others, with an amused grin on his face. Damn! Thank God Susan had been there, or there might really have been some trouble. For a second there he had been sure Joanna's infuriated young husband was going to break every bone in his body, starting with his cock! But now . . . Sam settled back against the counter, and with a relaxed grin decided he would just let things take their course. It was just as well he stayed out of this little triangle for the time being!
Joanna was completely bewildered, but at the same time she couldn't deny a feeling of relief. She still hadn't quite absorbed the fact that Susan had been sexually involved, was involved, with her husband, while at the same time she, herself, had been having an affair with her boss, Sam. The uncertain young wife 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 Jack had seemed so preoccupied of late ... he had been slipping out to see Susan!
Susan had once more stopped in front of Jack, and Joanna watched in utter astonishment as the girl's slender white hands crept behind her back and unclasped her brassiere, allowing her proudly upswept breasts to fall nakedly free. Joanna, with a tinge of jealousy, heard Jack draw in his breath at the sight of them as he stared wildly after her when she began to circle around him once more, her firmly rounded breasts jiggling enticingly.
Jack's wife 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? Jack, himself, had caught his wife cumming from another man's tongue-fucking and Joanna felt she had been lucky that he hadn't killed her on the spot. She was grateful for having been able to side-step his anger, and realized with a sudden feeling of relief that he couldn't punish her now for behavior similar to his own.
"Now Mr. Clark, let's see where your real interest lies!" Susan laughed as her fingers edged inside the waistband of her panties, and with torturous slowness, began to ease them down over her smoothly flaring hips. Jack gasped loudly and looked around uncertainly as the first dark strands of her softly curling pubic fleece came into view. Jack's gasp was echoed by Joanna's as the girl casually dropped her panties and neatly stepped out of them to stand brazenly naked before them. Then, hands on hips, the seductive little brunette pirouetted quickly around, and Joanna caught a glimpse of white satiny buttocks followed by the flash of her dark-haired pubic mound. Then once more, the enticing seductress was standing before Jack, smiling teasingly. .
"Well?" she asked, "which of us is best? Which one gives you the most pleasure in bed?"
There was complete silence, broken only by Sam's low snort of amusement. Jack looked beseechingly at Joanna, then back to Susan. 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 and being tongue-fucked by another man, and then her subsequent discovery of his infidelity. Now he was torn between two sensually alluring women, both naked and staring questioningly at him, and to make matters worse, he had a painfully throbbing erection which seemed to be getting bigger and harder every second as it screamed for release from the prison of his pants. What was he to do? He was trapped in a web of his own making, and he could see no way out.
The silence was unbearable. Susan standing there, hands placed saucily on her hips, her face teasing, her eyes watchful; Joanna puzzled, not quite sure of herself; Jack, himself, troubled, perplexed, a little afraid; and Sam, whom everybody had forgotten, watching the entire tableau with quizzical amusement.
Then Joanna, suddenly sure of herself as a woman, was moving!
A metallic rustle shattered the silence, and Jack stared in utter disbelief as his wife casually unzipped his pants and gently eased out the huge protuberance of his massively aroused cock. 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 hotly throbbing pole of flesh in her hands and began to stroke it with tentative feathery strokes that sent shivers of delight rippling along his spine. Her fingertips kneaded the lust-thickened shaft while the palm of her other hand cupped the heavily dangling sac of his sperm-laden testicles. Jack emitted a long drawn-out sigh of mingled relief and ecstasy. He could hardly believe that his previously aloof wife was actually lovingly stroking and fondling his heatedly pulsating cock. Susan stared in astonishment at the unforeseen occurrence, at a loss as to what to do now that Joanna had taken the initative from her.
Joanna stared at the long throbbing shaft of the hardness held between her fingers and sighed blissfully. She couldn't explain the impulses that had led her to so brazenly taking Jack's beautifully thick penis in her hand and caressing it; she only knew that she wanted to, more than anything else, and now she was doing it willingly and without embarrassment for the first time in their marriage. She was suddenly completely sure of herself - mistress of them all.
"Jack . . . darling . . . take off your clothes ..." she whispered.
Jack, his amazement showing on his face, complied, quickly stripping himself of his restricting garments. This was incredible! Jesus! Joanna looked as if she were going to suck his cock, right in front of Susan and Sam.
Sam Drew got up quietly from the floor where he'd been sitting, and moved unobtrusively to the half-open window shade and pulled it down all the way to insure the foursome some privacy. Then, just as silently, he glided back across the room, and resumed his place on the floor. This was really going to be something to watch!
As her husband finished undressing himself, Joanna positioned herself beside him and continued to stroke the feverishly throbbing flesh of his rock-hard cock, her fingernails grating the tingling skin, and then she pulled him to a sitting position on the floor and kneeled down between his legs. She smiled gently up at him momentarily, then with a slow, even movement, lowered her head and suddenly lashed his hotly pulsating shaft 'with one wetly heated swipe of her tongue.
"Ohhh . . . baby," Jack gasped in astonishment, unable to believe his eyes or the wildly tumultuous feelings cascading through him. He just couldn't believe that it was really happening, that Joanna was actually licking his cock, just like Susan had sucked it that first night . . . and several nights since. Her tongue swirled around the long fleshy pole, racing up and down the entire hard 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 his sperm-bloated balls with her warm saliva.
"Oh God honey, it's fabulous ..." he moaned incoherently, leaning back against the counter, his eyes half-closing, his face flushing a bright red from the deliciously forbidden contact. Joanna was amazed at her own temerity and wondered at the change in herself as she continued to lick her husband's hotly pulsing penis with the loving strokes of her deft tongue. Of course, she was a new woman now, thanks to Sam and all the traumatic things that he had put her through, but somehow, sucking a man's cock was something she had always balked at - until now! Now this last inhibition seemed to have been banished, too, like all the others, and she was free to taste for the first time the piquancy of a hot male organ in her mouth, inhale the pungent odor of his masculine scent, give him pleasure in this really thrilling way.
Jack 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.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh ... Oh God ..." he gasped suddenly as he felt the pressuring circle of his wife's tightly ovalled lips as they slipped wetly over the hard bulbous head and enclosed his palpitating rod of flesh in her soft warm mouth. More and more of his heated hardness she took inside her until Jack felt sure she'd choke, for the rubbery head was pressing all the way back against her larynx. He looked down to see his kneeling young wife's lipstick-rimmed mouth locked tightly in a beautiful circle around the wetly glistening shaft of his cock, and the sight multiplied his lascivious pleasure ten-fold. Joanna's flaxen colored hair fell down like a silk curtain around her face and his abdomen, and the almost beatific look on her face as she knelt subserviently in front of him, hungrily sucking his cock, was a strange contrast to the wanton quality of the obscene act she was performing with such obvious relish.
Her eyes were closed and her fingers were still entwined around the excitedly pulsing base of his penis as her honeyed hot lips slipped maddeningly up and down the lust-inflated thickness of his pulsating shaft of flesh. There was an incredible aching in his sperm-churning balls, aroused to the exploding point by the measured pumping of her hand on his excitedly jerking penis, her rhythmic strokes in perfect timing with the voracious sucking of her warmly ovalled lips.
He would never have believed that his prim and proper wife had it in her to so eagerly suck to come in and find some strange man eating her pussy, either. It was strange how adulterous behavior didn't seem quite so bad now he supposed it was because she knew about himself and Susan! Susan! Jesus, he had forgotten all about the sexy little brunette in the thrilling excitement of Joanna's unexpected sucking of his cock, and now, hurriedly, he cast a glance around and saw her standing very near him, looking forlorn.
She looked like a little child who hadn't been invited to a party, her pale face sorrowfully reflecting her hurt feelings. Jack laughed to himself. A child! Not with her silken creamy body, the voluptuous little body of a real woman . . . built to fuck and be fucked!
"Susan, honey ..." he whispered, and immediately she was by his side, her eyes brightening.
"Susan baby, I want to lick your cunt while Joanna sucks my cock ..." 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, Susan had pushed his head down on the floor and was squatting above him, thighs drawn apart, her head thrown back in anticipatory pleasure. Joanna, nakedly kneeling on the floor with her hungry young face buried in his lap, didn't seem to notice what was going on, and she continued to voraciously suck his wildly pulsing penis with a mastery that was unexpected.
Jack felt a new surge of pleasure as he caught sight of the exposed pink flesh of Susan's moistly warm cunt only inches from his suddenly salivating mouth. With a low moan of hunger, he reached over and placed his thumb and forefinger on each hotly throbbing wet opening to her vagina. He continued to gaze up between her nakedly open thighs, goose-bumps raised all over his spine, and then, without hesitation, he lifted his head and plunged his long wet tongue into the pulsating warm folds of her eagerly waiting pussy.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh . . . Aaaaaaaggggghhh ..." Susan gasped and jerked back from the wetly searing contact of his quivering hot tongue on her sensitive cuntal flesh, as color flooded her face and her sensual young body tingled with lewd excitement. Jack's tongue probed and thrust into her helplessly quivering pussy, burrowing deep into the clasping wet walls of her warmly scented cunt.
"Ooohhhh . . . it's so good, Jack ..." she moaned ecstatically, and ground her excitedly palpitating vaginal slit down into his face.
Joanna heard Susan's sighs of pleasure and wondered what was happening, but she was so engrossed in the wonderful sensation of having her husband's desire-hardened cock sliding in and out of her mouth that she didn't care, and turned her attention completely over to the now expert tonguing she was giving it, licking around and around the rock-hard head, dipping 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 hungry young mouth was completely filled with his warm exciting masculinity as her nostrils flared from inhaling his pungent maleness.
Her roundly ovalled lips slid up and down the long fleshy column, enclosing it almost completely to the hilt in her greedily sucking mouth. She could feel the restless stirring of his cum-filled balls in her palm and the tremors which transmitted themselves from his wildly pulsating penis outward through the whole length of his body. Again, she heard Susan emit a long soulful moan, and this time her curiosity got the better of her and 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. Oh no! She couldn't believe it!
Jack, her husband, had his long quivering tongue stuck up in Susan's pinkly glistening vagina, just like Sam had licked her own a few minutes before. She was involved in a lewd three-way act! For a split second the young wife thought she would feel horror and revulsion . . . instead, she didn't care! She didn't care that she was hungrily sucking her husband's thick heated penis while he in turn licked and sucked her co-worker's cunt. After all, all three of them were bringing pleasure to each other! 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!
Sam remained motionless in his sitting position against the counter, feeling an almost intolerable pressure in his painfully throbbing penis as he watched the threesome on the floor in front of him. Still, he remained where he was. Best to let these three lose some of their anger in their growing passion. There would be plenty of time for him to get in on the act!
Jack buried his face up in Susan's hotly steaming cunt reveling in her intoxicating feminity, his tongue racing around insanely as he dipped and swept and slashed at the soft wet flesh up between her widely straddling thighs, enjoying her muffled moans of pleasure as her warm young thighs closed in on both sides of his face, trapping him there, not letting him escape from the pulsating heat of her savagely clasping vagina.
The pressure in his sperm-filled 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 curling upward through his frame, and he knew that the moment had come.
But Susan was there before him and screaming out her rapture.
'' A AA A A AGGGGGGHHHHHH! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm . . . ah . . . I'm . . . AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!" Then her hotly quivering pussy was grinding down wildly against his long spearing tongue, her thighs clamped onto his cheeks, her wet flowering cunt open to spray her hotly gushing orgasmic juices into his open mouth and upturned face. He could feel the hungry nibbling of her convulsing cunt-flesh as it pulled at his lips and mouth and the feverish milking of her steaming vaginal sheath sucking at his tongue until it was aching. The naked little brunette's hands were pulling furiously at his hair 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 frantically twitching vagina as a tremendous shudder engulfed him completely, making him vibrate from head to toe as a great torrent of liquid lust cascaded like molten lava from his wildly jerking cock into Joanna's warmly sucking mouth.
The nakedly kneeling young blonde tensed as she felt the onslaught of Jack's orgasm and then happiness flooded through her as she tasted the first heated drops of her husband's thick hot cum spurting eagerly into her suddenly hungrily salivating mouth. Greedily she gulped, anxious not to lose a single drop of his white, life-giving sperm, 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 her furiously working throat 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 sensed that Susan, too, was climaxing and felt a surge of forbidden delight at being part of the wanton threesome. At last, Jack's desperately jerking cock began to empty, but her tightly ovalled lips still clung possessively to its pulsating shaft, unwilling to let it go, even when it deflated and slithered limply from her mouth with a lewdly wet sucking sound. Then all three slumped exhausted against each other, Jack cradled between the voluptuous young bodies of his wife and his momentarily satiated girl friend.
Sam sat looking at the relaxed trio, his face wrinkled in perplexity. He couldn't deny that the sight of Jack Clark licking Susan Marlowe's sweet little cunt while Joanna gave her husband a really fantastic blow job excited him more than anything 'in a long time, but he was also painfully aware that he had been left out of the whole proceedings. The sight of Susan's nakedly perspiring body, faintly sheening and still heaving with tremors of excitement, sent ripples of desire prickling along his spine. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and his painfully aching erection grew to gigantic proportions. He couldn't stand it any longer!
"Susan . . . Susan, baby, come here ..." he muttered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving her lushly ripened young body.
Susan raised her head, a puzzled look on her face, and then she saw Sam standing up, his eyes glowing, hurriedly stripping off his clothes. Her eyes fell immediately to his massively thickened cock as he released it from the confines of his pants, and she ran the tip of her tongue around her dry lips as she saw how his lust-bloated penis stood out like a massive tree trunk against the forest of his pubic hairs.
"Susan ... over here!" he whispered again, urgently and desperately, and like an automaton, the little brunette disentangled herself from Jack and moved quickly over to where her naked employer was standing, her lips parted in excitement, her eyes riveted on the fleshy hardness of his fully erect penis.
Joanna and Jack 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, Joanna broke the silence.
"I'm sorry, darling ..." she murmured at last, her eyes averted from her husband's.
"Sorry about letting that guy lick your cunt?"
Jack slashed out, her apology awakening the old wound.
Joanna looked at him, anger beginning to seethe deep inside her. Who was he to berate her?
"No, come to think of it, I'm not sorry! In fact, I'm glad I had an affair with Sam . . . especially now that I know about your affair with Susan!" Her look was haughty and proud, and it was Jack's turn to look sheepish.
"Joanna, 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," Joanna whispered, her voice soft again. "I understand!"
"Y-You do?" Her husband gasped incredulously.
"Yes, I do!" She went on. "It was mainly my fault, I know - I drove you to it, with my bitchiness and my obstinacy."
"No, no, darling," Jack 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!" Joanna assured him briskly.
"Doesn't matter?" Jack echoed incredulously.
"That's right," Joanna smiled. "I think most of our problems, my job, and everything else, sprung from my sexual frustration, and yours too, probably. I just couldn't face the fact that I was frigid!"
"But you weren't!" Jack insisted.
"I didn't think I was either," the lovely young wife agreed, "But now I know I must have been, because I feel so different now. Now, I'm free - a completely new woman, and we have Sam to thank for that!"
Jack scowled, his face menacing again.
"Oh don't be like that, honey," Joanna 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 be free with another guy!"
"Oh, darling, that isn't true!" Joanna laughingly protested.
"No?" her husband answered hopefully.
"No! . . . and I can prove it!" Joanna 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 lewd shriek from the other side of the room.
"Oh God Sam, that's it . . . Aaaaaaaahhhhhh Startled, they looked over and saw that Sam and Susan were grinding nakedly together on the floor, his hard driving buttocks pumping hotly up between her widespread thighs. Susan's arms were entwined around his neck and her ankles were locked together up behind his back. Sam was fucking wildly into her, and she was going wild!
"Looks like they have the right idea!" Joanna said suggestively, and Jack 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 Susan and Sam - 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 lay there, open-mouthed in amazement, and he was powerless to stop her as she casually began to tenderly stroke his body. 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.
Jack could only stare in amazement as he saw his eagerly pulsating cock leap into rigid protuberance again under his wife's ministrations, and his eyes began to rove hungrily over her sensually 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 her soft warm nakedness, urged on by the wet, slapping sounds of the pair in the corner as they wildly fucked and battered against each other in a crazed pagan rhythm.
He ground down his wetly hungering mouth on Joanna's cum-smeared lips and forced his tongue between her teeth, feeling gratitude as her own tongue unhesitantly rose to meet his. Jack's head was dizzy as he prolonged the kiss, intoxicated by the warm nearness of Joanna's nakedly voluptuous body. Still, though, based on her performances in the past, he wasn't sure that her arousal would last. Something would cause her to draw back, to withhold a part of herself from him.
Then Joanna's lips were against his ears and she was whispering excitedly, "Oh, Jack darling, let's fuck now ... I want you to fuck me in my cunt now ..."
With an impatient moan, Jack forced his wife on her back against the floor, and she eagerly sank down, opening her visibly trembling thighs wide in lewd invitation to her husband.
Jack was inflamed by the sight of her cream-skinned body, so warm, so receptive to his embraces. He trailed a hot path of fiery kisses down the entire length of her swan-like throat, down to her heatedly quivering breasts where he goaded each rosy nipple in turn into a burning hardness, further still to the flat enticing plane of her stomach.
Joanna moaned in ecstasy under his touch, spreading her long tapered legs out wide in tremulous anticipation. She could feel the hot leaden weight of his pulsating cock as it cleaved against the flesh of her inner thigh and she could sense a warm tingling in her wetly throbbing vagina as if her femaledom was aware of the proximity of his male organ. She sighed as she felt him position the hugely pulsating rod between her quivering legs, and felt the first hard nudge of the rubbery cock-head against the delicate wet flesh of her cuntal lips. Then, he slowly parted the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair, and Joanna moaned as she felt the first tentative surge forward by her husband.
Jack stared around in goggle-eyed disbelief at the lewd spectacle the four of them made, and then, as if afraid that the sight would vanish like a mirage, plunged forward with all his strength and sank Iris throbbing, fully erect cock half-way into his wife's warmly welcoming cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh ..." Joanna gasped, her breath shaken out of her by the sudden force of his hotly pulsing penis burrowing up into her belly. "Oh, that's it ... Oh darling, that's it . . . Fuck me . . . oh, fuck!"
Jack continued to push forward, feeling his heavy blood-engorged member slicing through the unresisting, butter-soft passage until it finally came to rest against the mouth of her womb and the heavy sperm-filled sac of his scrotum was resting solidly against the naked split of her upturned ass-cheeks. He remained motionless for a moment and then flexed his lust-hardened shaft, 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 vibrantly alive with the idea of uninhibitedly fucking his beautiful young wife in public like this, and having her really enjoy it! There was nothing like it, he thought, as he plowed into her with deep hard strokes, feeling her hotly quivering cuntal walls flower open to receive him, and sensed that for the first time in their marriage, Joanna was holding nothing back as he ground his long hard penis excitedly into her.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Sam Drew's nakedly quivering body as the store owner fucked with all his might into Susan's wide open cunt, and he was astonished to find that he felt no jealousy at watching his mistress being taken by someone else. He had Joanna now - she was the only one who mattered, and now she was more sensually alive than he ever dreamed possible. His hands reached up and clasped tightly around the warmly quivering mounds of her breasts, and he felt her berry-hard nipples strain against his palms in an agony of excitement. He could feel the tremors of a wildly uninhibited excitement coursing through her nakedly voluptuous body, and he was thrilled beyond belief to realize that it was his burgeoning cock that was the cause of all her ecstasy.
Joanna was delirious with happiness. She was enjoying, with every fibre of her being, being beautifully fucked by her husband in the exact same store where only yesterday she had taken on two other men at the same time. And . . . the most wonderful thing of all . . . her sensually alive young body was resonding totally and completely, in a way it never had before, even with her boss, Sam! She knew at last -the true fulfillment of being completely satisfied by her husband, and it was a thrilling one. Her vibrantly quivering body rose to meet his every thrust, and she received his heatedly pulsating shaft of male flesh deep up inside her gratefully receiving belly, every nerve-ending tensed in welcome . . . and when he was withdrawing, her lust-swollen cuntal lips clung tenaciously to his wetly glistening thickness as if fearful of losing him.
The knowledge that her girl friend, Susan, was being fucked silly by their boss 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. Susan's legs were spread-eagled and pulled all the way back to her ripely straining breasts, and her fingers were like talons in Sam's shoulders. Joanna could just get a glimpse of her pinkly moistened vaginal lips before their thinly bearded softness was obscured by the thick heavy rod of Sam's cock slicing deep into her open belly, and Joanna could hear the lewd moan of animal pleasure that Susan emitted each time their boss's heavily driving hardness struck home. It was lewdly exciting to watch them fucking, their sweat-soaked bodies slapping loudly together as they rocked insanely against each other in total abandon - just like she, herself, and Jack were doing.
Joanna's arms reached up and pulled her wildly aroused husband down on her once more, enjoying the feel of his hard, hairy chest against her sensitively pulsating breasts, enjoying the harsh grinding force of his kiss as his lips descended on hers. Hungrily, she darted her tongue into his mouth and sought his, enjoying to the full the stimulation of unrestrained intercourse as their organs sucked and pulled at each other in a wonderfully abandoned excitement.
"Oh, Christ, Joanna, you're fabulous ... I love fucking you ..." Jack gasped as he pistoned his long pulsating hardness between her upraised thighs, and his crude words of praise thrilled her like no carefully worded compliment had ever done before in her life.
In a daze, she felt her legs being forced back higher over her husband's shoulders, felt the new thrill as his massively driving cock was able to explore new areas of her hotly throbbing vaginal depths with unobstructed ease. She held her breath as she felt his outstretched middle finger searching down beneath her frantically twisting vagina and probing tentatively around the smoothly hidden crevice of her ass, working experimentally at the rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. Then with unexpected harshness, Jack rammed his finger in to the first knuckle into her defensively cringing rectum.
"Nooooooo . . . not that, Jack ..." she cried suddenly, expecting the usual wave of pain to hit her, and then ... to her surprise, she realized that she liked his finger skewering into her wildly puckering anus. Eagerly she screwed her clinging back passage down onto his extended finger until he had embedded it to the palm of his hand up inside her hotly throbbing rectum. Yes! Yes! She liked this dual excitement, and lurid little shivers of wickedness ran all over her wantonly writhing body as he rotated his finger around up inside her and began to thrust it in and out in unison with the feverish pistoning of his long hard cock into her eagerly pulsating cunt above. This is heaven! Joanna's heart sang as she bucked and tossed frenziedly up against her husband's impassioned screwing into her, her naked young 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 Sam baby, oh Sam, I'm there, I'm there, I'm ...cuuummmmmiiiiinnnnngggggg . . . !!!" Susan was squealing, and her loud cries and moans of pleasure reverberated throughout the sports store as her voluptuous little body was caught violently in the throes of her orgasm.
"Goddamn ... oh goddamn! I'm cumming," Sam began yelling as his own frenzied release hit him.
Joanna shuddered from the wet smacking sounds of the tremendous power of Sam's climax, manifested in his hoarse, raucous cries. Susan and he pounded against each other with unmitigated fury, and Joanna thought that their nakedly convulsing bodies would crack with the strain, but they didn't, they just went on shrilling with excitement as wave after wave of overpowering pleasure surged through them in unison and they wreaked the utmost in ecstasy from each other's hotly connected bodies.
Joanna herself knew that she was on the verge of a monumental orgasm, more powerful than anything she had ever felt before. She was content now to let herself drift, carried along on the gentle drift of rapture which was rippling through her body and imbuing her with a sense of completeness and happiness.
Jack's rhythmic thrusts were becoming more intensified as he fucked crazily into her, his hands like iron gloves fastened to her nakedly trembling thighs, his thick, lust-hardened shaft like a battering ram pounding against her eagerly upturned loins.
"Oh God, darling, that's it . . . fuck back . . . I'm nearly there ..." he sobbed out, and Joanna knew that their time had come. Her body felt light and airy, almost floating, and was then brought abruptly down to earth as a mind-reeling tremor shuddered through her naked young body, making her toss back her head and scream out like a powerful bird diving from great heights . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH . . .Oh Jack! Oh Jack! ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Her wailing seemed to go on forever - she lost all control over it, and her wantonly writhing 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 climax.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she continued to chant, her head tossing mindlessly 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 wild tattoo of implaccable lust on his rock-hard buttocks. She was totally out of control as she jerked and bucked from the force of the orgasm which was rocketing through her. And then she was aware of Jack's wildly jerking penis deep up inside her convulsing womb as it began filling her gratefully welcoming belly with the heat of his sperm. His frantic fucking motions up between her now limply dangling thighs assumed a maniacal intensity, and his voice was contorted with lustful ebullience.
"Oh God! Oh God Joanna, fuck back . . . keep fu eking baaaaccckk . . . Uuuuugghhhnnnnn ..."
He was in another world as he tumbled through the 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 fantastic fucking he was giving and had received from his wife, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever, wrenching him, twisting him - until every ounce of his strength had been sucked off into her insatiably voracious cuntal mouth.
"God, Joanna, it . . . that was . . . that was But his beautifully contented wife raised her hands quickly to his lips as though fearing that words could only diminish the feelings that were flowing through her, and stopped him from speaking.
"Not now, darling . . . not now. Just hold me . . . hold me!"
And Jack tenderly and lovingly complied while Sam and Susan nodded their approval.
Chapter Nine
It was soon after, that Jack and Joanna Clark left Drew's Sports. Sam Drew had confidently proposed another round in their orgiastic bout, but had been surprised when both Jack and Joanna declined without even having to consult one another. They had no need of further sexual debauchery, for they had found themselves and, at long last, the beautiful rapport which had been missing from their marriage. They left the shop hand in hand, like two lovers who have just proven their love to each other in the purest way possible.
"I've got reservations at the Chalet Inn, Joanna," Tack said to his wife as she leaned against him while they walked towards their car.
"Mmmmmm . . . lovely, darling."
"I've got a little something to tell you ... a surprise."
"And what's that, dear?" she murmured, still feeling the wonderful pulsations up between her legs from the passionate love-making she'd just participated in.
"Well, now, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?"
"Mmmmmmm ..."
They got in the car, and Jack drove leisurely out to the expensive restaurant, where he'd reserved a choice table with a romantic view of a small garden in the center of the large room. As they sat down across from each other, the young husband could not keep his secret to himself any longer.
"Joanna, darling . . . you know we talked about Ron Peterson and the new electronics company he's starting?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I talked with Ron again this morning . . . and it looks good, baby. It looks real good."
"You mean," Joanna asked showing signs of excitement, "you mean you're going to go into partnership with him?"
"That's what it looks like," Jack said, gazing into the enthusiastically dancing eyes of his beautiful young wife.
"Oh, Jack, that's wonderful," she exclaimed. "That's just what you wanted."
He leaned over the table and placed his hand gently on hers, then looked seriously into her face.
"I thought that's what we both wanted," he said.
"Oh. Jack, it is! You know it is!" Joanna replied. Her eyes remained on his, until her sincerity caused him to smile. "I think ... I think this may make all the difference in the world to us ... to our marriage ... to everything."
Jack stared into his wife's innocent young face, innocent still despite all she had been forced to go through during the past week; he could not ease the lump of tenderness that rose in his chest, almost bringing tears to his eyes. God, he loved her more than anything in this world!
"I guess ... I guess we've been headed pretty much toward disaster these past few months, haven't we, baby?"
Joanna looked down in her lap momentarily, and then back up at him. Her face was haloed by an angelic quality that made her irresistable.
"Yes, we have," she admitted softly, "and I guess it's pretty much my fault."
"No, it's not!" he asserted quickly. "It's just as much my fault as it is yours. If I hadn't been so pig-headed about . . . well, about everything . . . your working most of all, I guess."
"Well, I certainly didn't make it any easier for you to accept, did I?" Joanna smiled. "Corn flakes and left-overs, remember?"
Jack laughed, grew quiet, and then laughed out loud again, amused by the turn their conversation had. taken.
"What's so funny, darling?"
"Oh, nothing I guess . . . it's just that we have so much to be thankful for now, I mean . . . we're together again, really together, talking, feeling . . . and all we can talk about is who was at fault for something we'd both much rather forget about anyway."
He laughed again, and a second later she joined in. A few couples in the restaurant turned their heads and smiled at the romantic picture the two of them made, holding hands across the table and giggling at some secret joke.
"All right," Joanna admitted, "you're right. So we won't talk about it again, not tonight anyway. But I've got a surprise for you, too, dear husband."
"Oh? What's that, my beautiful and sexy wife."
Joanna flushed from his teasing and yet, she knew, sincere compliment.
"I'm quitting Drew's Sports."
Jack was still for a moment, and then spoke cautiously.
"Joanna . . . you're not just doing that for me, are you?"
"Darling, I'm doing it for us. All I want now is to work at making our marriage as good as it possibly can be, and I know that will be a full time occupation."
"But you know you'll start getting restless again. Just like you did this summer."
"I don't think so, dear. But if I do . . . well, then I may find another job." Joanna looked deeply into her husband's eyes. "Would that upset you too much?"
Jack smiled at her, realizing that after the struggle they'd been through, and the depth of their feelings for each other now, nothing so unimportant as a job would ever part them again. His face was still smiling as he said to her in a teasing voice, "Well ... I don't know, now ..."
"Part-time?" Joanna suggested with comically contrived timidness.
Jack laughed once again out loud, and half-stood from his chair to lean across the narrow table and kiss her gently on the lips.
"You're on," he whispered.
And in a far corner of the restaurant, a tiny woman of seventy-two caught sight of the two lovers, sighed with nostalgia, and smiled sweetly up into the patiently nodding face of her amused husband.
"Yes, lamb," the old man chuckled, "I see them, I see . . . how wonderful it would be to be that young again ..."
