The pale morning rays of the winter sun filtered in through the diaphanous curtains and cast weak warmless beams on the bed. A warm euphoria crept over Jill Doone as her svelte body melted eagerly against the excited passionate flesh of her husband. She sighed deeply at the touch of his firm cool hand as it reached up under her nightgown and coursed along the smooth stretch of her body to her full, round breasts. The touch of his fingers on her nipples sent electrical currents of desire shooting through her and the little dormant buds leaped into ecstatic arousal. She moved closer to him, the warmth of his body drawing her like a magnet.
"Oh Stan ..." she mumbled, snuggling closer to him. She could feel the rock-hardness of his penis through the trousers of his pajamas as he shifted over her. His mouth branded into hers in a searing, thirsty kiss and she answered with equal hunger. With eager haste, Stan began fumbling with his pajamas. Jill felt an urgency of her own. Desire, passion, excitement surged around inside her . . .
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the clock on the bedside table, which had been hitherto hidden by Stan's body.
It was 8:30 a.m.
"Oh Stan, you'll be late for work!" she cried in irritation, trying to slide out from under her husband's heavy body.
"For God's sake, Jill!" Stan began furiously, but she was already flinging on her robe as she dashed towards the small kitchen of their apartment.
Stan lay back on the bed, sullen with frustration. Reaching for his cigarettes on the bedside table, he lit one and inhaling deeply, tried to fight the tide of resentment and anger which threatened to wash away his reason and expose primitive, uncontrolled emotions.
Angrily, he listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. Plates clinking, bacon sizzling, coffee perking.
Goddamnit, he thought bitterly, he wanted her, not breakfast. Didn't she know there was more to pleasing a man than giving him three meals a day?
"Stan, you'd better start shaving now! Breakfast is almost ready." His wife's voice interrupted his moody thoughts, and stubbing out his half-smoked cigarette, headed for the bathroom, still fuming inwardly. He was still angry when he left the apartment twenty-five minutes later, after a silent breakfast, to go to his job in the center of Baltimore. He couldn't understand Jill's attitude. She knew as well as he did that it didn't matter if he was late for work. His job as a Parole Officer for the City often kept him working long after official hours, so arriving half-an-hour late in the morning made absolutely no difference. The drive from Catonsville, where they lived, to Baltimore took about half an hour, and during the whole of the boring drive, Stan's mind kept jumping back to his seething discontentment.
Jill never seemed to have enough time for him - not in the way he really wanted! She always kept the apartment spotless, prepared fantastic meals, made sure his clothes were always in order, as well as made a little money selling her pottery. She was a perfect wife, in fact - except, as far as he was concerned, in the way that mattered! It irked him, humiliated him in a way, to think that in the fourteen months since they'd been married, she had never responded to him as a man, in bed. Really responded!
Sure, she got excited, and wanted him, but she'd never really let herself go with him. Almost as if she didn't trust him. Although he was no Casanova, he hadn't reached the age of twenty-six without some experience of women, and it became clearer to him with each day that passed that something was radically wrong with their love life. Jill had been a virgin when he married her, and he'd thought, hoped that her reticence was due to innocence and inexperience, but time had proved wrong. He was no nearer now to finding the key to unchain her libido then he was on the day they got married.
He parked his car in the parking lot provided by the City and walked towards the old, grimy building which housed his department. As always, proximity to his job wiped out all other thoughts and he bounded up the stairs to the second floor where his desk, surrounded on three sides by glass partitions, which he facetiously called his office, was situated.
As soon as he reached his desk, Mike Winston, his buddy and fellow P.O., as they called themselves, called out.
"Mrs. Diego called twice already this morning. Seemed anxious - something about Tico. Want some coffee?"
"Okay, thanks, and yes to the coffee!" he called back, his hand automatically reaching for the file under "D" in the cabinet.
His eyes ran down the resume pinned to the inside cover of the paper file, although he knew it by heart.
Manuel "Tico" Diego, 19, White Male, 1 Brother, 1 Sister, Father Dead Record: Aged 17, convicted four counts petty larceny - six months East Maryland Juvenile Home. Aged 19, charged in connection with stolen car, joy-riding, resisting arrest.
Stan recalled the youth to mind. A tall, thin, swarthy boy, sullen and uncooperative, but somehow likeable. Stan felt sure that with a little help and encouragement he could become a very good car mechanic. Cars were his passionate interest, but he didn't seem to be able to stick at any garage for very long. The judge had been lenient, putting him on probation, mainly because he was only one of a group in the stolen car, and young Diego had been assigned to Stan. Tico wasn't due for his bi-monthly visit till the middle of the week, and Stan felt a stab of anxiety wondering if the anxious calls from his mother indicated that Tico had got into trouble again. He felt more committed than usual to help this young kid, because he felt he really wasn't a criminal, just hardened by environment and circumstances, and hurriedly he dialed the number Mrs. Diego had left.
Jill quickly gathered the breakfast dishes. She wanted to get to the Potters Guild before any of the other girls. The new fish casserole dish that she had just glazed was an awkward shape and she wanted to make sure there'd be sufficient room for it in the kiln. She could hardly wait for it to be fired, so she could see how the new applewood ash glaze would turn out.
Carrying the stacked dishes, Jill turned towards the kitchen.
A strangled cry of quivering fear tore itself from her throat as she stared in terror at the figure of a tall, thin boy who was standing in the doorway. Her body turned cold and the dishes in her hands suddenly weighed a ton.
"Who . . . w-what do you want?" she finally managed to stammer in a fearful, tremulous voice.
The youth stood looking at her silently, obviously enjoying her surprised terror. He was lounging against the doorjamb, his hands stuck deep in the pockets of his grimy jeans. Beneath his imitation leather jacket, he wore only a tee-shirt, in spite of the late November cold, and his dark, almost black hair, clung around his neck, disappearing into the collar.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Jill asked again, her initial fright lessening when it appeared that the boy was not immediately violent.
"I want to talk to you, Mrs. Doone," he said suddenly, his dark eyes riveted on her.
"How - how did you know my name?" Jill said, startled, conscious now of his eyes on the curves of her body under the quilted robe.
"Never mind!" he spat with sudden vehemence, a mask of hatred contorting his youthful face. He took a step forward and Jill felt again the rise of panic inside her. Her body felt cold and clammy and her brain numbed with dread, refused to think.
"Get away from me ... or I'll call the police!" she threatened weakly.
"No need to be frightened, Mrs. Doone," he leered mockingly, inching still closer. Jill was rooted to the spot. Her heart froze in horror.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she shrieked, in mounting fear.
She wanted to run, escape this evil looking young boy who had entered her home, but fear held her as tightly as if she were in chains.
With a frightened cry of horror, she on threw the crockery she was holding at the youth and turned and fled towards the bedroom. She heard the crash of the dishes on the floor before she reached the bedroom door.
If she could only reach the phone . . .
But the boy was directly behind her and she knew her makeshift weapon had been useless. She tried to lock the bedroom door but he was forcing it open with his weight, until with one strong shove, the force of which belied his somewhat puny appearance, he burst it open, sending her sprawling on the floor.
She tried to rise, to crawl over to the phone but the youth held her wrist in the tight manacle of his hand.
"Leave me alone . . . please leave me alone ..." she sobbed, "I haven't done anything ..."
"Quite snivelling!" he snapped, his hand following his harsh command in a stinging blow across her face. She cringed back from the painful thud, the pain dazing her. He yanked her to her feet and dragged her over to the bed. She couldn't fight any more. The futility of her situation overwhelmed her. The boy although only fifteen or sixteen, possessed a wiry strength, and resistance on her part only seemed to enflame him more. She'd often read that sometimes it was best to humor this type of person, even go along with their whims, throw them off balance by apparent acquiescence.
"Look," she managed to say, fighting to maintain a mode of normalcy in her voice, "tell me what you want and perhaps I can help you. After all, I don't know you at all, but. . . "
"Shut up, bitch!" he hissed, tightening his already painful grasp on her wrist. "I know your kind's game - you ain't fooling me!" Be nice to him, treat him like a friend - maybe he'll change his mind. "But I'm telling you, it ain't gonna work on me!"
"I didn't ... I wasn't. .. " she stammered in terror, renewing her struggle.
"Keep still, I said!" he rasped. "Doone tried the same 'all good buddies' game on Tico, but it didn't work. Tico's too smart to fall for that!"
"W-what are you talking about?" Jill whispered, puzzled over the boy's vehement words, but anxious to prolong the conversation, anxious for time . . . time in which help might come . . .
"Don't give me that crap!" he snapped. "Tico's too smart for them all, even smart-ass Doone. They all think he's just a dumb spic, but my brother's got 'em all fooled!"
"Your brother . . . ?" she began weakly, confused by growing more afraid.
The boy didn't answer, but ground his mouth down on hers in a sudden, surprising swoop, his lips burning into hers. She winced from the savage contact, feeling his teeth cutting into her tender lips, feeling his alien breath in her mouth. With newfound strength she struggled beneath him, heaving his body away from hers, fighting desperately to rise from the bed. But he clutched at her robe, the buttons of it popping open, restraining her. Then she saw it - the glint of naked steel. He had a knife!
Paralyzing fear, like a cold, wet cloud engulfed her. Her eyes were drawn, mesmerized, to the cruel lethal weapon. She was repelled by it and at the same time fascinated by the unarbitrary quality of it, and she knew, beyond all doubt, that she was at the mercy of this young neophyte criminal. She wouldn't, couldn't challenge the chilling authority of the terrifying instrument - he could do what he wished with her. The boy sensed her relinquishing of the struggle, and pulled her roughly towards him again. Tico would be proud of him now, when he heard about this. Maybe even let him join the Rangers! The thought of at last being able to join his brother's gang filled him with growing excitement. The initial tests wouldn't be anything as risky as this, he knew . . .
Jill lay cowering on the bed, clad only in her flimsy nightdress. The young boy held the knife pointed at her and the fear which had initially consumed her fled, leaving in its wake only a deadening desire to get it, whatever it was, over with. She closed her eyes, praying silently for some form of release.
She felt the edges of her nightdress being drawn up, felt a cool rush of air on her thighs, her breasts. She couldn't suppress a whimper - the thought of this arrogant young boy's hand on her made her skin crawl in loathing. She trembled as she heard the knife cutting through the fabric of her nightdress, severing it down the middle, leaving it gathered on each side of her at the armholes. Through the dim of her horror, she felt something cold and hard at her breasts. Her eyes flung open and a horrified moan wrung from her lips, as she saw that the sharp, sinister blade of the knife was tracing a chilling path around her breasts, down to the slight swelling of her stomach, further down to the golden wisps of her now naked pubic curls.
"Oh no! No! Don't! Please don't she sobbed wildly, cringing back into the mattress to escape the taunting, terrifying prod of the instrument at her naked genitals.
The boy grinned evilly above her. He enjoyed seeing her tremble in fear, like a frightened rabbit, enjoying the frenzy of terror that he was creating in her. Tico would be pleased when he heard how he, Chuck, had paid Doone back for his snooping, his superior condescending attitude. Doone would be sorry he treated his brother, Tico, like a nobody. He'd learn that the Diego boys weren't to be taken too lightly, and he, Chuck Diego would help to see that Doone was taught that lesson!
"Doncha like my shiv, baby?" he leered threatening her palpitating vaginal mound with the cruelly-honed point of the knife.
His occasional lapses into crude streetgang talk terrified her completely and she cowered in body-trembling fear.
"Oh God no! Noooooo!!! . . . " she wailed, her body convulsed with numbing fright, tears coursing down her face.
"Would ya rather have my cock, baby? Would ya like my cock rammed up that tight little pussy of yours - or would ya rather have this?" he continued savagely, scraping the sharp edge of the weapon against the trembling, delicate edges of her vagina.
" A A A A A GGGGGHHHHHHHH! NO, NOT THAT! NOT THAT!" Jill pleaded, her body frozen in terror from the insidious touch of the cold steel.
"You'd like my cock, wouldn't ya, baby?" he tormented, hearing her answer in the affirmative suddenly becoming very important. His free hand tangled suddenly and cruelly in her short blonde hair. Her eyes opened, darting automatically to the knife now poised between the mounds of her firm breasts. Slowly, she looked up at her youthful captor, hoping to find some softening, some pity in his face, but there was none. Instead the hatred in his eyes was replaced by something far more dangerous - a raw, animal lusting - lust for her naked, defenseless body that lay stretched out at his mercy.
"I said - wouldn't - ya - like - my - cock - stuffed - up - that - precious - highclass - little - cunt - of - yours?" he jeered, savagely yanking her hair with each obscene word. Oh God, what was she to do? She couldn't let him touch her, violate her body, use her nakedness for his own vile desire . . . but the knife! What would he do if she didn't comply . . . ?
Her eyes flew once more beseechingly to his face. It was a prematurely aged, hardened, contemptuous face, betraying several emotions, but none of them was mercy. She had no choice.
"Y-yes ... I would ..." she finally whispered breathlessly.
"Would what? Would what?" he screamed, pressing the knife into the quivering valley between her breasts, so sharply that Jill was sure he'd punctured the skin. Was there to be no end to her humiliation?
"I ... I would . . . like . . . your . . . your cock!" she managed to rasp, a flood of shame sweeping over her at the utterance of the vile words.
Oh David, she moaned, It's not my fault, thinking of her husband and her forced betrayal of him.
Her grudging statement seemed to satisfy the young boy, and Jill heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste beside her. The weight on the bed shifted and she felt the boy hovering between her legs. With brutal force, he wrenched her long, slim legs further apart, baring the luscious pink furrow of her pussy to his lascivious gaze. His eyes bulged at the sight of the tender hair-lined outer folds closed protectively around the petal-shaped opening, almost concealing the delicate fluted inner lips. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, his eyes glued on the enticing sight before him. The knife was discarded now, his attention completely focused on the subdued young woman beneath him.
Jill, lying in fearful dread, was unnerved by his hesitation and forced herself to open her eyes. Immediately, her gaze fell on the long, thick protuberance of the young boy's cock, jutting out from the dark tangle of his pubic hair. She couldn't draw her eyes away from it. A shudder of revulsion spasmed through her at the thought of it entering her with unbridled lust. It was so thick, so long . . . yet the boy seemed so young.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, Mrs. Doone," he hissed sadistically. "We'll see how you like being treated like dirt, and you can tell your husband that you was treated just like he treats Tico! Yeah, just like he treats *Tico!"
Jill blotted out his unintelligible ranting from her brain. He kept talking about Tico, acting as if she should know what he was talking about. But all she cared about really was to get it over with. She braced herself for his onslaught, trying to will her body into numbness, to lessen her degradation.
She gasped as she felt the hard rubbery head of his excitedly throbbing penis press against the soft cringing flesh of her vagina. One hand dug brutally into her hip. She could feel the knuckles of the other pressing into the nakedness of her inner thigh as it sweeping over her at the utterance of the vile words.
Oh Stan, she moaned, It's not my fault, thinking of her husband and her forced betrayal of him.
Her grudging statement seemed to satisfy the young boy, and Jill heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste beside her. The weight on the bed shifted and she felt the boy hovering between her legs. With brutal force, he wrenched her long, slim legs further apart, baring the luscious pink furrow of her pussy to his lascivious gaze. His eyes bulged at the sight of the tender hair-liped outer folds closed protectively around the petal-shaped opening, almost concealing the delicate fluted inner lips. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, his eyes glued on the enticing sight before him. The knife was discarded now, his attention completely focused on the subdued young woman beneath him.
Jill, lying in fearful dread, was unnerved by his hesitation and forced herself to open her eyes. Immediately, her gaze fell on the long, thick protuberance of the young boy's guided the lust-hardened penis into the moist flanges of her now completely defenseless pussy. She moaned as she felt the huge bulbous head moving up and down the widespread split in preparation for the coming entry and whimpered hopelessly as she felt the first agonizing pressure. Then, as if encouraged by her piteous moans, the youth surged forward between her wide held legs, spreading wide the tender walls of her cunt as he forced his hardened young cock up into the soft, hair-lined mouth.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ...!!!" Jill cried with heartfelt sobs, a crushing pain shooting up her spine.
"Like it, bitch? Like it?" the boy
gasped, leering cruelly down at her pain-ridden body. Egged on by her piteous
groans, he plowed forward, his thick cudgel smashing its way along the tight vaginal sheath. With a grunt, he came to the end of the trail, the hard rubbery head battering against her tender cervix, his balls slipping lewdly into place between the open cheeks of her buttocks.
"NOOOOooooo . . . PLEASE ... IT HURTTTSSS!!!" she moaned, squirming and twisting under the cruel, painful impalement. But her cries of agony and mortification went unheeded. Brutally, the lust enflamed young boy reached forward, and clutching her hips in a vise-like grip, pulled her pelvis further down onto his savagely-inflated prick, until she felt that his cock would surely burst through her vaginal walls, and tear and rend the delicate flesh in its headlong thrusting. With a grunt of pleasure, the boy began to ease his torturous cock out of her pain-wracked passage, searing the sorely-stretched membrane as it withdrew.
The helpless young wife's face was pale and her body was demented with a thousand different pains. Oh God. . . she thought bitterly, why did this have to happen to her? She didn't do anything and Stan spent all his time trying to help kids like this one. This Tico he was always talking about. . . Stan was probably helping him too. Why, oh why was this young, rapacious boy doing this to her?
"UUUGGGHHHNNNnnnn ..." she moaned again as he rammed into her once more with full force, his long rangy instrument seeming to inflate even more inside her. Fresh unchecked tears ran down her face at the thought of her degrading position. She was at the mercy of this crazed youth, a mere child. . . she was actually being raped by him and there was nothing she could do about it.
The boy began a brutal, forceful pummelling in and out of the widely stretched passage, which seemed to have dilated to accommodate the creditable size of the intruding shaft. Jill felt nothing but a dull, thudding ache down there, and a rawness, deep, deep inside her. The boy's hands reached up and greedily grabbed the ivory orbs of her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he continued to slam into her, his fingers tweaking the nipples, painfully urging them into hard little knobs. His nails dug at the pliant flesh of her cream-white globes, leaving red bruises on their soft trembling surface.
He lowered his mouth down on hers, immediately forcing his long tongue between her teeth, searching for and finding her own organ, teasing it with wet, hot swipes. Her brain railed against this new effrontery. She was being used, sullied, soiled forever by this rapacious boy, and for some vague reason that she couldn't be a part of.
The pain now in her ravished depths had all but ceased. The youth surged in and out effortlessly, flexing his young penis inside her, rotating it in the velvety channel of her pussy. The lessening of the pain was like the release of a huge weight pressing down on her. She sighed, letting her muscles, keyed up for so long against the torturous pain, relax. The relaxation was magnified a thousandfold by the sudden relief from pain. But there was suddenly something else there as well. Something she had not geared her mind to. The beginnings of a tiny tingling pleasure, a gentle waft of warmth was whispering through her and she was not ready for it. She felt a light sensation take over her, wiping out all the traces of the agony which had permeated her flesh minutes before and she was floating on a soft, warm fleecy cloud.
The boy's inward lunges were like feather touches against her relaxed vaginal nerves now and involuntarily, she raised her open pussy towards his plunging weapon, anxious to engulf him completely inside her.
"MMMmmmmm ..." she moaned as her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long, smooth length of his prick buried inside her.
The youth grinned triumphantly to himself as he recognized her acquiesence to her rising desire. He had never dared expect this much from her. Tico'll never believe this, he thought excitedly, Doone's wife enjoying being fucked - by me! His mind rushed again to the future - Doone, finding out about his wife, easing off on Tico . . . how Tico would thank him . . .
He felt her entire insides flower open to receive him and she was groaning and murmuring incoherently as her body followed his in its wild abandoned jerks. He reached down and cupped the soft, resilient spheres of her buttocks in his hands, pulling her up towards his ever plunging prick.
Her whole body gyrated and twisted and her face was controted in passion. Her forehead was covered with a light film of perspiration and her mouth moved ceaselessly in ecstatic mewls. There was nothing now that could stop her wild race for fulfillment from this young boy who had forced her at knifepoint into his forbidden act of adultery committed in her own husband's bed. But . . . none of that mattered now. Gone were her earlier feelings of overriding shame and abject mortification. Her body was in complete control over her mind and morals - it controlled her like it never had before in her life - not even with Stan her husband, whom she loved with all her heart.
The boy squirmed further down into her will all the strength of his young hips, feeling the smooth wet flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping around his distended cock. She was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable and unwilling to control her wild desire. Her passion was inflated to hitherto unknown heights by the humiliating pleasure that the savage young boy was giving to her. She revelled in his brutal, unceasing thrusts into her, the fucking he was giving her defenseless body, not from any tenderness, but from naked lust and unconcealed contempt! And ... in spite of her shame and humiliation, her arms flew up and embraced him, pulling his narrow chest down on her breasts, her mouth finding his hungrily. She became an inhuman dynamo of ravenous lust, spreading her legs wide apart, jerking them up to her shoulders, seeking to swallow him entirely into the now hotly steaming depths of her lewdly open pussy.
"Oh God ..." she panted, "harder . . . harder . . . don't stop now!!!" She was nearing her orgasm, her pelvis grinding up at his thrusting young cock in wild abandoned passion beneath him.
"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm CUUMMMIINNNGGG . . . AHHHHHH!!!" she suddenly moaned, and her body arched up off the bed. Her legs were locked around his back and she clung to him like a frightened child as she quivered and trembled beneath him in a spasmodic rhythm which spewed her orgasmic fluid in a warm shower down around his laboring prick. Wave after wave of warmth washed over her nakedness, undulating her body in their gentle rhythm, and the dizziness in her head was like a whirlpool which heightened and intensified the tranquility of those sensuous waves almost tearing her senses apart.
The force of her orgasm unfettered the boy's, driving all thoughts of revenge, bitterness, mastery over her out of his brain. He cared only for his own release. He gasped and moaned as the slow aching pressure in his balls increased and he slapped his pelvis viciously against the soft pink crevice of her pussy. Then he was cumming too! He felt the bursting in his loins, and then with a shattering, wrenching grunt, he exploded inside her, shooting his scalding, white sperm deep down into the velvety depths of her eager receptive womb. Just wait till Tico hears this was his final coherent thought before a post-orgasm daze enveloped him completely as he sprawled over the still, but sobbing body of the Parole Officer's young wife.
Chapter Two
Stan parked the car in front of the painted brick rowhouse on Eutaw Street, and checked again that it was the right number. He pressed the doorbell, waiting for Mrs. Diego to answer. When he'd called her back, she had seemed very upset, insisting that he come right over and talk to Tico. She absolutely refused to divulge over the phone whether Tico was in new trouble. Although it wasn't the customary thing to do, Stan decided to make an exception in this case and drop by and see her, just in case anything serious was wrong.
The door was opened by a petite, dark-haired woman, introducing herself as Maria Diego, and she immediately ushered him into the small living room.
"Oh, Mr. Doone, I'm so glad you came!" she said breathlessly, gesturing to the sofa.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Well, I don't ..." he began but was interrupted by the entrance of a young girl, carrying a tray with two small glasses.
"This is my daughter, Rosa," Mrs. Diego announced proudly, and Stan couldn't help but admire the willow sensual awakening of the young girl's sultry beauty. Her black hair framed her oval face like a satin curtain and the beginnings of womanhood were perceptible in the slight swelling of her breasts and the faint curve of her hip. The young girl placed the tray on the end table and silently left the room.
He accepted a short rum with lime and sat back surveying Mrs. Diego on the sofa beside him. She was strikingly attractive, too, he had to admit to himself, even though she must have been in her late thirties. Her figure, thought petite, was curvaceous - the kind of shape one always associates with Latin woman and her black hair was piled high on her head and fell in small tendrils around her cheeks. He thought that her lipstick was a little too bright, but her olive complexion seemed to be able to carry the vivid color.
"You must be wondering why I wanted you to come here," she said suddenly, setting down her glass.
"Well yes, it's about Tico, isn't it?" he answered, finishing his drink. He was conscious of a feeling of excitement, more like a fidgety uneasiness. He didn't know if it was because of his strange position visiting a parolee's mother at her home, or the drink, or the close proximity of such an attractive woman.
"Yes, I'm so worried about him!" she-sighed, leaning closer to him. "I'm really afraid he'll get into trouble again while he's on probation. He can't get a job - no one wants to hire him on account of his record!"
"It's really a shame, but..." he began sympathetically, but was stopped short by the electrifying touch of her hand on his knee.
"You've no idea what it's like, worrying, wondering..." she breathed, her soft brown eyes resting squarely on his face. He wished she wasn't sitting quite so close to him, her feminine presence was disturbing and the drink seemed to have gone completely to his head.
"We're really doing our best to help Tico, Mrs. Diego," Stan assured her.
"I'm sure you are!" she said quietly, squeezing his knee in tantalizing pressure, "but please call me Maria." She moved away to the other end of the room to fetch more drinks and Stan found his eyes fastened on the graceful yet sensual curve of her shapely buttocks.
"Thanks - Maria!" he said, accepting the drink she handed to him. She resumed her place very close to him on the sofa and a waft of her perfume, foreign and very exotic, reached him, quickening his blood. His eyes continually strayed to the enticing figure of the woman beside him, resting on the upward, jaunty thrust of her breasts, the smooth curve of her hip, the slim sweep of her leg.
Stan felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to wash over him. The second drink really began to have an effect on him but the feeling was so pleasant he really didn't care. For the first time since this morning, when Jill had jumped up from bed and left him hanging on the ledge, so to speak, he began to unwind, and the company of a woman like the beautiful Mrs. Diego was not something he enjoyed every day.
She was really something, too, he thought. He'd never met a woman before who could combine maturity and good looks into such an overall image of pure, provocative sexuality. There was something about her, the way she walked, the way she moved, the way she spoke, that showed that she really knew how to please a man. Not like Jill, too wrapped up in the storybook conception of what a wife should be, to know or try to find out what went into the recipe for a happy marriage. Mrs. Diego - Maria - wasn't like that, he was sure - she'd know how to make and keep a man happy in, as well as out, of bed.
He took a deep swallow of his drink. God, how he'd like to hold a real woman in his arms again - a woman like Maria Diego '- kiss her ruby red lips, caress those warm, pliant breasts, feel the thrust of her nipples into his chest . . .
His prick leaped into sudden, intense turgidity, as if it had been laying dormant waiting for his lewd thoughts to trigger its awakening. It strained achingly against the material of his pants, its outline revealed against the fabric. He tried to will it into flaccidity again, to banish the crude thoughts winch were master-minding the excited swelling, but his penis remained throbbingly erect.
"I - I'm sure Tico will be all right he said desperately, ineffectually, to break off the train of his lurid thoughts.
"We're lucky to have a man like you helping him!" she whispered, and then her eyes dropped to the rising bulge in his pants.
Vivid red colored his face and he averted his eyes.
"I have to go now!" lie said suddenly, rising to his feet. The situation had taken on such an air of unreality that control of his actions slipped from his fingers and he was afraid of what might happen if he stayed. He was aroused unreasonably, passionately aroused and there was no telling what he might do if he stayed. Maria didn't help the situation either, sitting there, looking at him like that, putting her hand on his knee.
"Oh, don't go yet!" she pleaded, jumping up, "we've only just begun to get acquainted . . . maybe we can work out some way to help Tico together!"
Stan found himself sinking back on the sofa. Maria's hand was on his knee again . . . sliding up the material of his pants . . . along his inner thigh . . . and then she reached and touched the fermenting protuberance that was his cock.
He almost catapulted up in the air in electrifying reaction to the volt-like touch of her hand on his pulsing member.
Her hand stroked it lightly, a soft, tantalizing up and down motion and she edged closer to him as he tried to pull away. The soft doughy mounds of her breasts pressed enticingly into his arm and her lips found his face, brushing down along his cheekline, in a hungry search for his mouth.
"Please, Maria, for God's sake ..." he stammered, his pulse racing from the feverish heat arising from the burning area of his crotch.
Her maddening caressing ceased for a moment and she looked at him from under long, dark lashes.
"Don't you find me attractive enough?" she whispered, her voice catching a little.
"Oh Christ, it's not that! You're -you're beautiful! Incredible!" he faltered, blushing at his own uncensored praise of her.
"It's just that ..." his voice trailed off.
"You don't want to hurt your wife?" she prodded gently.
No, it wasn't that. Why the hell should he care about her now, after all the times she'd shortchanged him, like this morning for instance. Why, if she hadn't been so damned concerned about getting his breakfast, he probably wouldn't be feeling like this now, all aroused, excited ... it was all her fault! He needed some loving - the kind Maria seemed to want to give him - the kind he wasn't getting at home!
There was no mistaking what his young ward's mother, Maria Diego, was leading up to and . . .
The blood rushed to his ears in a thunderous roaring of joyous disbelief as he heard the whine of his fly zipper and simultaneously felt the blessed release of his prick from the torturously restricting confines of his pants. Flames of red-hot fire licked at his tormented body as he felt Maria's cool grasp on his hardened cock, her fingers close invitingly around its thick girth.
"Oh God ..." he moaned, his eyes closing as he leaned back against the sofa.
"Oh, it's lovely and big, just like I knew it would be ... " he heard her murmur. Almost disbelievingly he felt his knees being pressured open and he opened his eyes again and saw her, kneeling between them on the floor, her eyes riveted on the throbbing rod of his naked penis. Her fingertips were grazing along the hard, bulbous head of it, teasing the spongy flesh. Shivers of illicit delight curled up and down his spine. It was a long time since he'd felt the exquisite pleasure of such loving handling of his cock. Jill certainly never did anything like that to him - didn't know such inistrations existed! But Maria Diego did know, that was obvious. And he didn't care about his wife, any more - nothing mattered now in his swirling brain, his love-denied body but the fervent hot touches of this beautiful earthy woman on his hotly excited cock.
Stan moaned incoherently as her tongue flicked out snake-like and teased the rigid flesh with licking, darting swipes. Her tongue swept lovingly over the full length of it, burying the tip of the dark, crisp pubic curls at the base, loving the sperm-filled sac of his testicles with warm searing salival juices, sending indescribable shudders cavorting crazily up and down his back.
Then she brought her widely ovaled lips over the smooth fleshy head of his cock, enclosing it entirely in her warm, velvety mouth.
"Ahhhmmmmmmm ..." he moaned, fidgeting on the couch as she began to massage the wetly trapped head of his prick with her tongue, dabbing at the tiny glans opening at the tip. Her hand dropped to massage the soft wrinkled skin of his balls, while the other diligently encircled the base implanted deeply in the nest of pubic hairs. With incredible precision, she released the burgeoning head from the buttery depths of her mouth and lowered her lapping tongue to the squirming scrotal sac. She licked and slavered over the writhing testicles, engendering further tumultuous sensations in his already pounding balls. She continued to lick at the bloated testes, her hand pumping furiously at the turgid shaft. Then once again, her tongue ascended along the pillar-like shaft, and again wetly enclosed the warm throbbing head between her lipstick-rimmed lips.
"Oh Christ ..." he moaned, his body aflame with new, unexpected sensations. Lifting his head, Stan stared down at her desire-contorted face, the sight of his rock-hard shaft sunk half-way between her ovalled red lips increasing his arousal a hundredfold. Then she began to suck up and down, the full, hard length disappearing almost to the hilt in her madly-working mouth and then sliding slowly out until just the lustily straining head was still hotly enclosed. As she labored over his still-inflating prick, he could see the top of her head bobbing up and down and the lewd sight of an almost-stranger grovelling hungrily between his legs added to his prurient excitement.
Tico Diego's mother continued to suck him furiously, and he could feel great whirls of heat flushing around inside him. He was twitching and squirming now beyond all control and every muscle in his body felt stretched and taut to the snapping point. His hands flew up and tangled themselves cruelly in her dark hair, forcing her mouth even further down on his near-bursting prick.
He began to grunt and mewl, all rational thought driven from his head by the coarse, egotistical desire to drench this woman's throat in his hot male semen, saturate her wildly working gullet with his white-hot sperm. She lost all identity now - she was just a receptacle for his lewd rising cum, and he was ready to spew it deep up into her voraciously contracting gullet.
Suddenly, a guttural groan tore itself from deep in his chest and he felt the first tearing away of the hot sticky sperm from its moorings in the darkness of his balls. He felt the headlong rush of the broiling liquid as it formed along the tube of his desperately pumping prick and then it erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into Maria Diego's wildly sucking mouth. Her lips tightened around the palpitating shaft and her throat gulped and received with incredible desperation as she sought to swallow every last drop of his hotly squirting semen. She went on sucking wildly, until she had drained him completely. The flush of heat subsided in him, leaving him steamy and warm, his rapidly deflating cock finally slipping from Maria's mouth. He lay in a semi-swoon, so unwilling to break the trance-like fulfillment, not anxious at all to face in rapidly returning reality, the young parolee's voluptuous mother, who had just sucked him dry.
Maria was hovering over him, a playful smile on her full provocative lips. He felt a wave of embarrassment flood over him, and eyes downcast, rapidly closed the zipper of his pants and tried to create a semblance of propriety in his appearance.
She smiled broadly, somewhat amused by the young man's uneasiness.
"Did you like that, Mr. Doone?" she smiled broadly, cocking her head to one side.
"I ... I ... " he trailed off helplessly. Her lewd words evoked faint stirrings of fresh excitement in Stan's loins.
"I could hardly contain myself - you're such an attractive young man!" she praised earnestly. Stan felt a glimmer of self respect returning to him. He had felt utterly debased, consumed with self-loathing over what he considered his amoral behavior, but now her unsolicited praise pleased him secretly, made him feel attractive and wanted physically - a feeling he'd gradually lost over the last year. And after all, Maria was damned attractive - she could have any man she wanted - and she had wanted him.
Self-confidence rapidly returning, he bade his hostess farewell.
"Don't worry about Tico!" he assured her, "I'll do all I can to help him and make sure everything turns out all right!"
"I'm sure you will!" Maria smiled enigmatically, closing the door behind him.
"Rosa! Rosa! He's gone!" She called immediately.
Rosa appeared from the hallway, carrying a large, expensive-looking camera.
"Did you get enough shots?" Maria asked anxiously.
"Yes, Mama," her daughter replied, "but I hope I worked it right. Chuck didn't get the instructions when he stole it from the Camera Corner."
"Well, let's hope they turn out all right."
"He really got excited, didn't he, Mama?" the young girl said wonderingly.
"Yes, I felt almost like a whore seducing him, when he wasn't willing at all at first!"
"What do we do now, Mama?"
"Well, I think we should try and get the pictures developed, so we can get to work on our plan for blackmailing him into doing something for Tico. But we should really get some better pictures, more incriminating. That's where you come in, honey!"
"Me?" Rosa asked querulously. "Now baby, there's no need to be frightened. We'll just get him into the position where it looks like he's doing things to you, but he won't hurt you, I promise you."
"All right, Mama. I hope he won't, but his thing looks very thick and long."
"Yes, it is, dear," Maria replied, a dreamy look in her eyes. "But where did that boy Chuck get to?" she added in a worried tone. "I hope to God he doesn't do something foolish."
"He kept muttering something about going to see Mrs. Doone!"
"He'll ruin everything yet with that temper of his," Maria worried. "If only
Tico would set him straight! Chuck would do anything for him and if they were only
both on the right track, I could relax."
"Don't worry, Mama!" young Rosa assured her, "everything will be all right!"
"Yes, I'm sure it will all turn out all right, now that Mr. Doone is definitely on our side!" she said, smiling fondly at her young daughter.
Chapter Three
Later that day, Jill was just pouring the coffee after dinner when the phone rang.
"Damn!" she said, irritated because she knew how quickly expresso got cold.
"I'll get it!" Stan said, hurrying into the living room.
"Hello, Mr. Doone?" a hurried, female voice breathed into the phone. It was Maria Diego. Before he had time to say anything more than "hello", she went on, still in the same breathless tone.
"Mr. Doone, please come over right away - it's very important!"
Stan, remembering her equally urgent phone request that very morning, answered firmly.
"I'm afraid I can't, Maria - it'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"I have to talk to you about what happened this morning," she went on, "when I sucked your cock!"
Stan felt himself blushing from her lewd language over the phone. "There's something I must tell you about something that may affect your job, your whole life, in fact!"
Her last words sounded so ominous that a shiver of grim foreboding tingled down his back. What did she mean? Memories of the incredible oral fucking she had giver him . . . how she had raised him to exquisite heights of joy before sucking him dry . . . came flooding back. A cloud of uneasiness settled on him. He knew the type of person Maria was - a matriarch, used to having her own way - there was no telling what she'd do if he didn't comply. It wouldn't do any harm to drop by for a few minutes, he reasoned to himself; that way, he'd ward off any repercussions that might follow his participation in the illicit act with her.
"All right, Maria, I'll be right over," he agreed, and he could almost hear her victory chuckle.
"Who was that?" Jill asked, as soon as she came back into the dining room. There was a noticeable edge to her voice and Stan guessed she was irritated over the cold coffee. He was glad he hadn't mentioned the incident with Mrs. Diego to her - she seemed a bit nervous over something today and she might not understand that it hadn't been his fault.
"I'm afraid I have to go out - something has come up with one of the parolees!"
"All right, dear," Jill smiled back listlessly, ashamed at the flood of relief which swept over her. She was glad he was going out for a while - they usually chatted about how the day went after dinner, and she was afraid he'd probe and find out what happened today. She wasn't quite ready to talk to anybody about that just yet.
Jill cleared away the dinner dishes, and then changed into her quilted robe. She felt much more comfortable in that, and she stretched out on the sofa in the living room, determined to relax.
As she lay back, the events of the morning flooded back in a sudden surgeinto her numbed consciousness. The brutal rape, followed by her own shameful arousal, and final acceptance of the boy's crude advances had somehow not registered in her everyday mind until now. The abrupt, alien thought of the young man's dark passionate body pressed against her flesh sent a shiver of revulsion coursing through her veins.
She tried not to think about it, banish the mortifying memory from her brain, but her psyche was not to be deluded. Against her will, images of the arrogant youth and virile young body came creeping back into her mutinous mind - lewd pictures of his long, hard prick, his coarse hands on her breasts, on her thighs, and involuntarily, she began to squeeze the supple flesh of her upper thighs together.
Her instinctual protective gesture only served to remind her again of the boy's rough caresses- and now her vague restlessness was gathering into a warm, intense focus. As if in a dream, the sensations and images of the youth's erotic conquest stirred her tense body. She could almost feel his taut muscles flexing above her.
She realized with mounting revulsion the hidden reason why she had not called the police; why she had not told Stan what happened and why she had all but blocked the gruesome experience from her mind for hours - she had ENJOYED being fucked, yes, that was the word, fucked like a common whore.
Shame blotched her cheeks again, but even now, her mind swirled with the lurid memory of his hard, jutting young cock ripping up into her, raging deep in her welcoming pussy, and sent a shudder from her womb right up the full length of her backbone. Her shoulders twitched as if in denial of the beginnings of excitement. Whas was happening to her?
It was disgusting, these thoughts she was having. She fought to erase the picture of his hot, boyish genitals and pubic hair grinding against and manipulating wetly with hers. It was obscene, loathsome, but the vision was nonetheless there! She winced at the salacious thought of her own naked body's surrender and lewd collaboration with the thick, throbbing penis that had almost torn her apart. She didn't want to think about it, God knew that, but she just couldn't help it . . . she just couldn't help thinking about it . . .
Carlos Diego's eyes drew closer to the window as he carefully hoisted himself up on to the dirty steel fire escape. Good, he thought, that dumb bitch didn't notice this was still unlocked, gently pulling out the casement window and peering through the coarse cloth of the drapery into the brightly lit living room. He stared in amazement, at the twitching figure of the woman who was moaning incoherently, squeezing and stroking her own body. He could hardly believe what he was seeing and his eyes burned from the strain of focusing on his surprising object.
As though dreaming, Jill's mind recalled the perverse bone-like probing of the boy's lust-hardened young prick deep in her now hungrily empty belly. Strangely, the images in her brain were beginning to have an insistent physical effect on Jill. She could feel twitching rebellious sensations deep within her belly and her cuntal opening began to secrete tiny excited drops of fiery fluid. Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to scissor away the insidious dreamy itching craving down there. But the pressure only increased into a tightening knot of arousal. With a faint gasp, she began a slow trance-like massaging of her own full straining body and fever-like shuddering shook her frame. Her head was dizzy and her breasts felt heavy and swollen.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, her hands stole up to her aching mounds and gently squeezed and rubbed the burning flesh. Tenderly, she stroked the tender nipples through the robe, frictioning them against the heavy material.
God no! her brain screamed . . . stop it. . . STOP IT!" a censorious voice seemed to shriek in her temples.
Desperately, Jill fought that tantalizing need rampaging through her. She tried to block out all thoughts of her swarthy young male attacker, to gain control over B her mutinous inflamed brain. Her nipples hardened under her stilled hands. For a moment, she held her breath and tried to will her body to cease its mounting climb to excitement. But the image of her earlier in climax was too vivid; independently, her body was yearing for satisfaction. Something new was aroused in her that. mere disapproval could not dismiss.
As though guided by unseen arms, her hands resumed their slow gentle kneading of her l{ hot ripe breasts. Her twinges of guilt seemed to dim as she wiggled and squirmed under her own touch. She let her hand glide slowly and lightly down along the length of her side to her waist and around by her firm, palpitating belly. Pressing the full force of her open palm down further, she felt her finger making the first tempting contact with her soft silken pubic mound. Stretching open her slim white fingers, she arched her back and brought the sensitive fleshed vaginal plane up to meet the greedily seeking fingertips.
Like wildfire, the lurid temptation of the forbidden act spread over her expectant face and drove obscene images of the boy's brutal penis once more through her exhausted brain. She threw her head from side to side trying to negate the lascivious picture in her mind. As her hand clamped fully on her pubic mound she pressed, as though to push away the evil impulses that threatened her.
Christ. . . Chuck muttered, running his tongue over his dry lips. He never expected to see anything like this . . .
Against her will, the other hand reached down and joined the first, pulled aside her dressing gown and probed her fiery loins. With a low anguished moan, she grappled with the source of her excruciating torment. Then, with a deep groan of surrender coming from her open lips, both hands began to massage her burning cunt. Jill slowly unclenched her thighs as her fingers brushed against the warm, resilient hair of her open pussy. She held her breath, relieved momentarily.
But the fire shot up again, raging. Slowly, she inserted one finger into the dense wet tangle of hair and gentle propelled it down toward the seering heat between her thighs. Suddenly, she jerked her legs together. What am I doing? she thought fighting to recover alertness.
She was sprawled shamelessly on the deep cushions, her smooth knees waving unsteadily in the air, both hands teasing lewdly into the golden triangle of her pussy.
Her gown bunched away from her creamy buttocks and the soft light of a decorative reading lamp shone on the glistening smoothness of her silky thighs.
Jill tried to withdraw her hands from their obscene position but her arms would not obey her mind. She tried to pull her legs down but they would not move to her mental command. She was a prisoner within her own rebellious body. All evil substance had intruded into her being and sapped her will power, starting an insatiable fire in her groin. She was hopelessly overpowered. As if in a hypnotic trance, Jill slowly lowered and spread her knees out crab-like, exposing the blazing moist vaginal area.
Dreamily, her advancing hand pushed one exploring finger downward until it came into contact with the moist central furrow. She could feel the whole length of her slit throbbing violently as her invading finger traced the ragged edges of her vaginal lips. Tenderly, she stroked the thick swollen folds and gently parted them to allow her finger to reach and graze the delicate inner lips, sending shooting impulses of pure joy through her eager body. At last, she found the tiny tip of her clitoris and touched it the probing digit recoiling from the electric shock of contact. She carefully began to massage the delicate button which suddenly swelled into ravenous attention.
Chuck Diego's jaw dropped. His mouth hung open in amazement. He could clearly discern the probation officer's wife's young, lusciously naked form writhing on the big sofa and he had followed the progress of her auto stimulation. Excitement raging in his body, he waited on the fire escape platform, his mind turning over the lewd spectacle under his observation. This was working out even better than he had hoped. He remembered how upset Mama and Tico had been when he told them he'd fucked Mrs. Doone. How proud he felt and how he thought they'd praise him. Instead they called him a stupid fool, and said he'd ruined their plans. But he had thought of a better one, and Mama and Tico had to agree that the icing on the cake would be when he brought Jill over, and Doone actually saw his wife and himself fucking! Yes, he wasn't as dumb as they thought. . . Eagerly, he fixed his gaze again on the nude masturbating woman inside.
A deep bone-warming flush radiated from her cuntal area and caused her legs to relax further, opening them wider to her caressing hand. A crimson blush spread quickly over her perspiring skin and her firm rounded buttocks lifted eagerly off the couch, straining to receive her finger which now plunged deeper and deeper inside her frenzied cunt. With a long rasping sigh, she forced all four long fingers into her wet, now greedily devouring pussy. The quivering globes of her backside shaking in erotic hunger, she probed the hot folds of her vagina as groan after tormented groan escaped her swollen lips.
Her index finger searched and found the delicate petalled collar to her vaginal sheath and hesitated, feeling the soft pink flesh dilate in expectation. Her finger held poised over the wet nether mouth, she ran her free hand back up her downy skin to her straining breasts, squeezing and tugging fiercely at her nipples. She bit her lip with the sheer ecstasy of her self induced pleasure, and then with a deep groan, slid her tapering finger again into the depths of her widespread vaginal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnn . . . ooohhhhh..." she murmured as she teased the long probing finger into the warm velvety hole between her thighs.
She turned and twisted it deliciously within the tight yet yielding ring of her cunt. Gently she rotated the exploring digit along the heated, undulating walls of her pulsing vagina. The flames licking there burned harder and demanded more and more fuel for their lewd devastation. In rhythmic response to the flaming need of her cuntal cavity, her hips began to gyrate desperately, and she dug another finger into the clasping moistness. Without thinking, she pushed her other hand down to her enflamed cunt and found the pulsating knob of her clitoris again.
She flicked the erect organ into even greater frenzy. Beyond control now, she pinched her tormented clit up against her thumb and continued to ram her fingers in a heathen rhythm in and out of her grasping, enraged pussy. The frustration of her arousal had built up to bursting point in an ever increasing crescendo of passion, and a brutal surge of unleashed power thrust up from deep within her womb and jerked her hips off the sofa. And she was there!!
Scalding steam seemed to burst from her boiling crotch and lave her pumping hand. Tremendous spasms shook her body from her head to her lewdly splayed legs. Dazzling pinwheels of lumescent color exploded in blinding succession behind her eyes and great waves of intense pleasure engulfed her. Finally, she lay sweating and exhausted on the dampened sofa, panting for bieath, a sensual torpor mercifully engulfing her.
That is some hot bitch! Chuck Diego grinned, his eyes straining at the lewd sight of Jill Doone's hedonistically abandoned body trembling nakedly on her living room couch . . .
Chapter Four
Stan pressed the doorbell, for the third time, and waited on the doorstep. He was growing impatient; Maria Diego had been so insistent on the phone and now it looked like she wasn't even at home. Long moments passed and there was still no reply to his irritated ringing. He swore softly to himself and leaned over the steps railing, trying to peer in the window. It seemed dark and lifeless inside and Stan determined to try the bell one more time and then go back home. There was still no reply, and in an angry gesture, he pushed against the door. To his surprise, it swung open.
Perhaps she's in the back somewhere and left the door open for me, he thought assuring himself.
"Maria!" he called from the hallway but there was no other sound but the ringing of his own voice in the tall ceilinged hall. Shrugging his shoulders, he opened the door to the living room, deciding to sit down and wait in there until Maria - or someone - came and found him.
A strangled gasp broke involuntarily from his lips and he stood rooted to the floor, his eyes bulging in disbelief at what he saw. It was Rosa, Maria's daughter, and she was lying spread-eagled on the rug. completely naked! He blinked his eyes, still not trusting his sight but he hadn't been wrong! His gaze swept down over the slender length of her ripe young body, coming to rest at the darkly gleaming wisps of hair at the top of her thighs. He swallowed, running his tongue over her suddenly arid lips, his eyes blurring from the strain of staring at the enticing pivot of the young girl's pubescence.
His innate realism came to the fore with sudden jarring. She must be ill; something must have happened to her!
Still, he hesitated. What if she were only sleeping? He was. after all, intruding in her home - what if she should wake and see him there? She'd be frightened - she was only a child! Once more, involuntarily, his eyes drifted over the gentle contours of her budding young body and there was a tightness in the pit of his stomach as he continued to stare at the lovely sight.
"Miss Diego! Miss Diego!" he called softly, determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
There was no answer.
A sudden panic gripped him. What if she were really ill, unconscious, perhaps, and he just stood there?
Altruism overcame reticence, and he gingerly walked over to where the young girl lay, his eyes piously averted from her nubile young form.
He called her name again softly but there was still no response. He had to determine if she was at least breathing. Carefully, he stooped down, unable to see her closely in the meager light afforded by the small lamp.
With a stab of horror, he saw her eyes flick open as he leaned over her. Gripping fear paralyzed him. He shouldn't have come near her at all - what would she think?
"Miss Diego, I ..." he faltered.
With startling suddenness, her arm was around his neck and he was being pulled down! Through the daze of his incomprehension, he felt soft, pliant lips on his. Confusion roared in his head. What was happening? What had come over the young girl? Feebly, he tried to pull his head away from her tenacious grasp, but then he felt the probing touch of her tongue against his teeth and as tip touched tip, his own tongue began to respond to the advances of hers. Her burrowing organ began to tease deeper and harder into his mouth, the expertise of its plunging overwhelming him.
Once more, her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him. A flood of acute shame burst over him. She had come to her senses! She was becoming aware of what she was doing and would see how he had taken advantage of her semi-conscious state! He tried to pull away, anxious to redeem himself, but her hands dug like claws into his shoulders, pushing, shoving his face down the length of her body.
He had a dreamlike sensation of brushing his lips against the tiny hard nipples of her blossoming young breasts, tracing over the smooth periphery of her flat stomach, nuzzling in the feather soft down of her pubic wisps. He could detect the faint female odor of her which was beginning to rise to his nostrils and then her thighs spread apart, revealing to him the secret flush of her tender teenage pussy. He could see the faint delicate hue of her tight young vaginal split, like multi-shaded magnolias, framed by the softly curling tendrils of ebony pubic hairs. She raised her knees up willings, proffering the whole of her tender vagina to his faltering view.
A strange headiness intoxicated him; he felt as if he were very drunk, about to do something he wouldn't do if he were sober, and not caring about the consequences! He cast a covert glance around the room - no sign or sound of anyone else. He looked once more at the roseate furrow exposed beneath him, his eyes feasting on the sight of the soft, secret folds guarding the just visible vaginal orifice. He ran his hand over his brow and felt a drumming deep, deep in his groin which signalled the ignition of the flames of his own desire.
Then, throwing caution to the winds, Stan lowered his head between the slim, tapering legs of the young girl who was so mysteriously receptive to him.
Reaching out with his long thick tongue, he dabbed experimentally at the narrow slit before him. He felt her jerk back from the strange sensation of his organ on her secret place, but Stan's tongue flicked out again, swiping over the entire length of the pink ridge.
"Ohhhh ..." he heard her gasp, and once more his tongue darted out and began to poke at the warm, dark recesses of her tender young pussy. It burrowed under the gentle swelling of the outer folds and his lips nibbled softly at the tiny, slightly throbbing inner edges. He searched the deeper interior crevices, probing and swirling, finally coming to rest on the minute, lightly pulsing tip of her clitoris. Tenderly, he took the tiny knob between his lips and holding it there, began to tease and torment it with the tip of his tongue.
The young girl began to writhe salaciously under the titillating sensation, tiny mewls of moaning passion slipping from her lips. Stan could feel the tiny clit burgeoning under his wanton tonguing and he began to nip at it in a series of birdlike jabs.
"MMMmmmmmnnnnn ..." the young girl sighed, a faint blush spreading over her face. Her head was rocking from side to side and her eyes were closed.
Maria moved a step and pressed the switch which triggered the actual lens to capture the picture. The lens was in the next room, concealed near the sofa. This should be a good one, judging by those sounds, she thought. She was a little in awe of the gadget she was operating. It could be operated by a person actually in the same room as the subject, by remote control, as she was doing now, or by a timer, a system which Maria knew they could put to good use later on.
Chuck knew what he was doing when he took this camera, she smiled, clicking the control again.
Stan's tongue slavered on, sucking and drawing on the ever moistening lips of her sparcely fleeced little pussy. He jabbed at the pulsing, viscous cuntal opening, trying to force his way into her tight, defensively resisting little sheath. At last, with a surge, he inserted the tip of his frenetically licking tongue up into the narrow channel of her young juvenile cunt. The organ squirmed and writhed inside her, trying to burrow even deeper into her velvety membrane.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rose chanted, grinding her pelvis up to receive his plunging tongue. Frenziedly, he buried the livid muscle deeper and deeper into the now hungrily clasping sheath, the succulent flanges closing in tightly on the plundering organ. His nose and mouth were buried in her warmth and his face was clouded with the heat of his own returning breath.
Rosa was in the throes of incredible ecstasy. She had never known such joy existed. She had been reluctant at first when Mama had explained that she must get naked and what she must do, telling her that she was a big girl now and must do all she could to help her brother Tico, especially now that Chuck had behaved so stupidly. She couldn't quite understand what her brother had done, but she knew the plan had been changed to include Chuck bringing Mrs. Doone over here later on.
Rosa was glad now that she was helping. Of course she had no idea it would be like this. It felt so good, and pleasure rushed through her from the tips of her toes, charging like electric shocks, right up to the crown of her head. His darting, twisting tongue down between her legs sent unbelievable chills of excruciating delight rippling through every vein in her body and she felt completely enveloped in sensual abandon. Tumultuous paroxysms of sensuous desire gripped her body and she was buffeted about by overwhelming spasms of lustful passion.
Stan labored on, an automated donater of indescribable joy to this smouldering young aphrodite who was only half his age. He was caught up in the feverish furor of her rising excitement and blotted out from his memory were all thoughts of his initial hesitation, his subsequent almost immediate acceptance of this thirteen year old's lewd advances. His twitching tongue coaxed her body into further feverish heights. Her hips were rising and falling with dynamic fury and a savage sob was beginning in her throat. She matched the downward plunges of his plundering tongue with equal grinds of her enflamed crotch, mashing his face into the warm, steamy softness of her young, tender pussy.
And then, the moment had come!
A series of piercing wails signalled the end, and her body was tossing about like a buoy at sea, her hands pulling mercilessly at strands of his hair, and her hips were a furious dynamo of pounding flesh.
"Wagh! Wagh! Waghhhhh ...!!!" she moaned again and again in staccato cadence as Stan's exhausted tongue continued to probe and suck with diminishing energy. A gentle cascade of gossamer warmth steamed over his face as the young female juices gushed out of her secret interior and her writhing legs began finally to be still.
Stan lay in a sort of sensual stupor, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his head still buried between the quivering flesh of young Rosa Diego's thighs.
Chapter Five
As Jill Doone sank back into a languorous fitful torpor on the deep-cushioned sofa, eddying waves of receding passion lapped at her drifting consciousness and she slowly opened her eyes. At first, they refused to focus on her surroundings and she could not comprehend that the curtain of the living room window was bulging towards her.
"Hey, Mrs. Doone, baby!" she heard a voice whispering to her.
Oh God no! Panic seized her.
"It's just your partner, Carlos Diego, come to play while the cat's away!" the boy grinned maliciously and snaked under the heavy drapes into the full lights of the living room.
Jill closed her eyes, trying to block out the unwanted, forbidden sight of the youth. What was he doing here again?
"No! No!" she shrieked, and jumped to the far end of the couch, pulling her robe around her flush naked form. "Get away from me!" she sobbed wildly.
"Aw come on, Mrs. Doone," Chuck moved closer to her, his eyes gleaming. She was a real smooth bitch, he thought, putting up a good front, playing hard to get after diddling herself for half an hour! He laughed coarsely, his mind filling with lust for the ripe creamy skinned blonde crouching before him.
"Come on now, baby!" he leered again.
Jill tried to rush across the room, but Chuck caught her as she left the couch and dragged her back to it easily, his aroused adolescent strength quickly overpowering the terrified young woman.
"Baby, are you trying to kid me or something?" he jeered, his fingers digging into her shoulders.
Jill's mind was a crazed tumult of fear and shame. This young thug brutally raped her this morning and her own shameful acquiescence and even participation prevented her from telling her husband. Now she was paying for it. The realization that by her own fault she had fallen a second time into the dark-skinned youth's power shook her and left her gasping. She tried to scream but couldn't; she could only stare into the young boy's mercilessly twinkling eyes. Even though she had responded so lewdly to his crazed attack on her that morning, she felt as though she was certainly the innocent party and a new crushing sensation of fear crept over her.
With a cruel clarity, a new taunting thought tormented her. Had he seen her playing with herself down there? The suggestion of his obscene observance of her degrading act struck Jill like a mailed fist. With tremulous eyes, she searched his leering young face.
"Please, please let me go!" she whined desperately. She was crying as the boy firmly pushed her sinking body against the wall. "Let go of me - can't you leave me alone?" she wept.
"Alone?" he snorted sarcastically. "Alone? You musta been alone too much, it looks to me. I saw you fingering your cunt. I saw the whole thing. You gotta problem, lady, and you need someone to help you take care of it!"
Jill stared at him in revulsion.
"Don't worry, I'll be the volunteer!" he continued to mock.
"Don't you dare touch me again!" she breathed.
"What's wrong? You seemed to like it when I rammed my cock up your high-class little pussy this morning ..."
Jill winced from his sudden reference to the debauchery of the morning.
"You need help, all right," the lust-incited boy went on, "and I'm the guy to help you out. And I know you wouldn't want me to tell the Parole Officer about our little meeting this morning, would you.'
The thought that he might tell Stan paralyzed her. What would she say and what excuse could she give now that she had kept the whole sordid affair from him?
As he ranted on, his hands slithered between the folds of her gown and reached into the delicate curls of her still-damp pubic triangle.
His crude words stung her viciously. She sank back, all fight gone from her body. The fact that this scurrilous youth had seen her, witnessed the shameful pleasure she had induced in herself, somehow made her feel consumed with self-disgust. In the dullness of her humiliation, she felt that any resistance on her part now would be like a pretense; she would be pretending to be something she wasn't. She had submitted like a wanton slut to this youth this morning and now, he had watched her as she shamelessly titillated her own vagina to lascivious ecstasy. She was almost as bad as him!
He stroked the still-engorged outer lips of Jill's vagina. The lewd words naming what she had just finished doing to herself spewed in a vitriolic stream from his young mouth, and somehow the obscene monotone penetrated her shocked disgust, getting past her fear of his unfettered violent strength, and generated tiny sullen intense stabs of lust.
God, what was happening to her? Was she going insane? Her mind reeled with sharply conflicting impulses. She was most of all afraid - afraid of this boyish intruder's strange domination over her - and afraid of her husband. The thought that he would be informed of her complicity with this lewd stranger filled her with dread again. Her world was exploding, something in her body, unknown to her, was taking command of her and contaminating her very existence.
Chuck's fingers skillfully searched and stroked the defenseless pussy. Into her ear, his hot breath whispered obscenities which, curiously, though they were still horrible and disgusting to her, only robbed her further of the will to resist her growing excitement. Deep within her belly, a renewed smouldering fire threatened to break out into her veins.
With his other hand, Chuck began to stroke her soft white buttock mounds.
"Oh God stop it! Stop it!" she blubbered and struggled to gather her thin robe around her.
Enraged, Chuck grabbed at the flimsy material and ripped it from her back, the force of his savage action spinning her almost around. He pushed her face down into the plump cushions of the sofa, and his hand thrust skillfully back between the quivering globes of her full rounded buttocks and found the already throbbing cuntal slit wetly waiting for him.
Completely naked, her defenseless buttocks exposed to his manipulation, she lost all confidence in her power to resist his maddening assault of her flesh.
"No more of that crap from you!" Chuck bellowed. "I'll teach you to get high and mighty with me, Mrs. Parole Officer!"
Kneeling, he grasped her by the hips in an iron grasp. Crushed and humiliated beyond endurance, Jill could only yield to whatever perverse brutishness he had in mind. He knelt behind her, his face inches from her smooth tantalizing backside. His fingers digging into the blushing silky moons of her buttocks, he traced the long column of her backbone with his hand, pressing painfully on each vertebra, causing Jill to gasp in pain and arch her swaying bottom higher into the air. Abruptly, he shoved her head into the deep cushion and reached under her again to caress her throbbing pussy. Almost painfully, he teased the erect clitoris, shooting currents of unwanted pleasure into her abject body.
"Noooo . . . nooooo ..." she moaned, scarcely daring to object. Her buttocks felt so helpless and unprotected - desperately she tried to squeeze the spheres of flesh together.
"Just a minute, baby!" he sneered, his palms flattened on her ass-cheeks. He slowly forced them apart and spread them wide, stretching the moist pink crevice almost to the breaking point. He stared at the tiny circle of her anus, nestled between the firm quivering globes, the puckered brownish skin pulsing slightly. He peered below to the pink crevice of her cunt and saw the pulsating dark red button of her clitoris barely visible through the soft resilient cheeks of her golden pubic fuzz.
A faint pungent odor rose from the erotically spread region. His nostrils flared as they gradually inhaled the moist female fragrance - deliberately he pushed his face forward and teased the tip of his tongue wetly along the wet length of the exposed clit.
Jill pulled away trying to escape the inhuman licking, but she was tightly held. She had no choice but to submit to his salaciously probing tongue.
She sucked in her breath and moaned sharply as his mouth buried into the fleece-lined vaginal mouth, his tongue burrowing lewdly into the warm open burrow. His tongue darted tantalizingly at the tiny sphincter, jabbing at the elastic ring, testing its reaction. He bit gently along the delicate hairy folds and rubbing his bristling chin into the warm pubic mound, as he made low growling sounds. J, His tongue slapped wetly against the slippery vaginal opening and licked a broad slippery path up to her tightly clenched little asshole.
He stared in depraved fascination at the small brown circle contracting fearfully i before his eyes. Swiftly, he unbelted his jeans and pulled them down to his knees.
His bloated, heaving cock sprang out from its confinement and jutted aggressively between the long smooth thighs of the helpless young housewife. He stroked it proudly, his long, tightening massaging drawing it into even greater length, the swollen head reddening fiercely inches below Jill's wide-stretched anal passage. Flecks of excited spittle drooled from his mouth as his tongue continued to play over the tiny virginal rectum.
Jill was gone beyond all fear now. There was only a vague mindless agitation. She was suddenly numb! She only wanted to have it over with. The young boy's lascivious licking had soothed and aroused her body but her brain had absorbed too much. It was inert, beyond human feeling. She winced again as she felt his finger tip pressing experimentally against her asshole.
The boy's eyes bulged as he gazed at the prodding finger pushing experimentally at the tight little orifice nestled in the split crevice. His balls tingled and ached and he longed to jam his cock deep into her secret depths there. But he held back. He wanted to enjoy every second of the cruel subjugation he had in mind for the beautiful young wife of his brother's Parole Officer.
"Spread 'em, honey," he rasped. Jill gasped.
She tried to crawl forward, her smooth white legs grazing helplessly as she tried to escape from her debased kneeling position. But it was no use, and now she felt the youth's finger teasing more strongly at the brownish ring back between her upraised buttocks, making her recoil from the chilling contact.
His other hand kneaded the tender, swollen folds of her pussy in hungry rhythm.
"AAARRRHHHHHHHHH ... Oh God!
Oh God!" she groaned, suddenly wildly as the finger, just the tip, penetrated the tight elastic opening and popped inside her rectum. She felt as if her sensitive back passage had caught fire - as if someone were shoving a hot coal up her rectum. Jill clenched her buttocks wildly and jerked from side to side in a vain attempt ; to dislodge the obscene invader, but it was I futile! The boy's finger stuck fast in the tightly clenched lips of her rectal passage.
Her mad gyrations only pulled it a fraction of an inch further into her burning anal channel.
"Oh God, leave me alone, pleasssee . . . stop it.. . stooooppppp ; ittttt!" Jill groaned back at him, her mouth working out unfamiliar curses in her tear-filled shame and humiliation, But, the lustful teenager's finger only worked itself deeper, her defiance causing him to snarl with lascivious pleasure. Finally, he had buried it completely, to the palm, in her tender, now fully invaded rectum.
"OWOWOWOWooooooohhhhhhh . . . " she screamed, as the deeply sunk finger turned. embedded inside her back passage. She ground her head into the back of the sofa, trying to numb the brain-shattering pain that had ricocheted up from her flaming anus. The finger stayed there, an unnatural intruder in her virginal flesh.
Slowly, the savage youth began to rock the finger back and forth deep within the velvety confines of her tortured sheath, widening and stretching it almost beyond endurance.
His other hand alternated between digging cruelly into her hips, and slipping around it into the steaming depths of her fragile pussy, where he stroked and prodded her in a lewd, casual way.
Jill's entire body was engulfed in pain. Even her toes ached from arching on the rug and her long, shapely frame was wracked from the unnatural position she was in.
Finally, to her intense relief, she felt his sodomizing finger pull away, and the jarring pain which crippled her entire nervous system eased slightly.
Incredibly, she felt his palms spreading her ass-cheeks again until she thought her buttocks would split apart. She felt the full length of his rock-hard prick pressing into her buttocks. His distended penis felt huge and heavy and she shuddered at the thought of the sadistic strength with which he could use it.
Chuck Diego looked down at his purplish-sheening erection in satisfaction. He stroked the helpless white body cowering on its knees beneath him, enjoying her vulnerability, revelling in his feeling of power.
He rested the engorged head at the tight puckered hole, barely stretched by his pillaging finger. With a demented savage lunge, he thrust forward, ramming with all his venomous pent-up hate and lust, straining the tortured sphincter beyond all endurance.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO . . . !!!" she sobbed helplessly as she felt a slight pop at her anus and then - wild mind-bending pain - shattering, dissolving agony! He jerked forward to firmly implant the bulbous head firmly inside her cringing rectum, wringing a long, low moan of sheer terror from the contorted lips of the agonized woman. She groaned again and again. She feebly thrashed her buttocks to escape but her slight jerks only helped to drive his cruel, hardened young penis deeper into her.
Still grasping her tightly, the young man began to slice forward, thrusting his enormous shaft into her clinging depths. He could feel her body shaking around his huge weapon and he dug his hands into her soft fleshy buttocks to still the fearful trembling.
Jill's thoughts were blank - she was aware of nothing but searing, overwhelming, soul-shattering pain. Even the knowledge of the dreadful shame and mortification she was enduring disappeared in the face of her fear of his excruciating cock. She felt she was on the brink of falling into a terrible abyss of insanity.
"Oh please, please stop!" she sobbed, "you're splitting me open ... I can't stand it. . . !!!"
Her pititful pleas further aroused his anger.
"Your uppity Parole Officer husband wasn't worried too much about my brother, was he?" he panted with sudden fury. "An eye for an eye ... I always say!"
His resentful anger goaded and channelled his hate into even more savage sweeps of his blood-laden prick.
Jill stilled her futile struggle which only drew the brutally stiff cock deeper into her tender anal sanctum. She felt as though she were being split open by a butcher's cleaver and her insides were torn and ripped to shredded tissue. She felt her aching buttocks flare unbearably under the massive plundering as he suddenly reared up and with a pulverizing lunge, crammed his thick bloated rod all the way to the hilt in the tender bruised tunnel of her backside.
He was all the way in!
Moaning in desbelief, she could feel his balls dangling obscenely against the soft, flared edges of her vagina, the wrinkled skin tickling the swollen lips of her womanhood obscenely.
She knelt completely inert now, terrified of magnifying the splitting, crushing pain by any movement. Her hips, still savagely grasped by his lust-strengthened hands, were devoid of feeling and the only thing she was really conscious of what the grotesque alien prick pushing brutally into her painfully expanded bottom, the animal-like length of it scouring and widening the soft inner flesh unbearably.
Chuck stared down at his raping sodomizing cock, slicing into the tender white flesh. He stared in rapacious delight at the delicate pink lips as they clung to his exiting weapon. Snarling, he rammed it into her until his flaccid balls were wedged between the tight straining orbs of her backside.
The inhuman pain began to subside finally and Jill could feel her breath taking on a semblance of normalcy, as the youth began a rhythmic sawing in and out of her abused rectal passage. She had never felt so abused, so humiliated in all her life. She felt like a piece of chattel, completely in the power of this savage young stranger. Fresh, even more degrading horror came with the recognition of a new sensation starting deep within her - a small pinprick of salacious fire. The burning grew swiftly and disgust blotted out reason as she realized that her body was betraying her -she was beginning to enjoy this lewd, unnatural sodomizing by the teenaged boy! She tried to clamp the cheeks of her buttocks together to quench the lewd fire, but it was no use!
Desire and pleasure, and acceptance grew until she was engulfed with it. Her body was jolted with electrical shocks and a strange masochistic pleasure began to find birth in her belly, and against her will, a low, pleasurable moan escaped. This pleasure was against her beliefs, her upbringing, against the concepts of everything she held dear and right - but it overpowered her! Her awakening body began to ripple under the bestial strokes of the boy's penis, and her bottom fanned out, this time to suck at and draw in the naked flesh.
Chuck sensed her submission, and felt a flush of pride overtake him. Now the rest of the plan would be easy to carry out - she'd come willingly with him to his home! Thoughts of her ultimate discovery by her husband and his helplessness on seeing her debased by him, sent his prick slicing through the widening rectal canal with greater strength, and he lunged forward until the base of it was flat against her sphincter ring, and his balls were cradled tightly in the furrow of her upraised pussy. Then he withdrew, allowing just the bloated head to remain embedded inside her, before ramming it forward again.
The utter degradation of her position; the lewd abandon to which she was rapidly approaching; the thought of this young stranger using and abusing her; all this meant nothing now to Jill as she rocked her open buttocks up against the boy's onslaught, skewering her now craving anus against the driving cudgel, trying to swallow every inch of it up into her now willing asshole.
"Mmmmm . . . oooohhhhh ..." she whined in sudden ecstasy, "fuckit, fuckit harder . . . harder ..." Her lewd words were foreign but oddly exciting to her own ears and her body thrashed uncontrollably as her ass rose up to meet his downthrust.
"Oh God ... oh God . . . fuck back, bitch!!!! ..." she heard the boy mutter hoarsely and this time his coarse language was like a whip driving her on to a more lascivious search for satiation.
Then Chuck's youthful voice rang out in cracking, excited rasps.
"Oh! Oh! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" His hot swelling river of youthful semen swept into her raw anal canal, sending hot shooting flashes of searing pain ricocheting through her raw flesh. She could feel every palpitating sensation of his ejecting prick as it emptied its heavy liquid load of thick white seminal fluid into her. She derived a perverted pleasure from the thought of his intruding seed buried deep inside her, and then a shattering convulsion of earthquake proportions overwhelmed her, sending waves of warm, dizzying pleasure washing over her.
And then she was flailing madly, her knees sore and scratched from digging into the cushions, her hands pounding at the sofa, as her ass battered up against the thin, deflating cock of the boy, trying to milk it dry, anxious not to lose a single drop of his hot male offering. Her body was caught in the mainstream of a tremendous release, which even overshadowed her earlier one in mind-blowing intensity, and she felt as if she were being lifted up and down, and then drawn by strange centrifugal force into a whirlpool of unbelievable ecstasy.
Finally, they were both still and their panting was like the gasping of a huge whale out of water. Her eyes were closed, and she knew she couldn't move if she tried. She expected to feel shame, remorse, self-disgust, but there was none of these feelings. Nothing but a wonderful gratitude to Chuck - a feeling of obeisance to him. He had a strange power over her, over her body. He could make her feel things she'd never felt before . . . she felt she could never get enough of his young, dark body.
Chapter Six
Stan lay next to Rosa Diego, staring up unseeingly at the ceiling. He didn't dare look at her - the knowledge alone of her slim, willowy body stretched out in sensuous nakedness beside him, was enough to amplify the first stirrings of guilt and shame which were beginning to twinge in his mind. God, what have I done? he moaned. Taken advantage of this child, sucked and licked her pussy like a rampaging animal. . .
Mortification in a crimson wave mottled his cheeks. His own self-loathing had over-shadowed the memory of the passionate young girl's initiative in the lewd act, and he could only heap blame and more guilt on himself. He had to get out of here, anyway before someone discovered him . ..
He struggled to his feet, his eyes averted from the dozing figure of the voluptuous young girl.
His heart stopped suddenly when he heard the door being opened. Someone was coming! His eyes darted around the room, desperately looking for someplace to hide. He wished the ground would swallow him up - anything that would transport him away from this surrealistic situation.
"Surely you're not leaving already, Mr. Doone?" It was Maria Diego and she sauntered slowly into the room. Even in the dim light of the small lamp, Stan could see that she was stark naked!
"Maria, I ... I ... " he managed to stammer, feeling a stunned horror creep over him. What would she say when she found Out what he'd done to her daughter?
In spite of his fear and humiliation, his eyes roamed in lewd interest over the . beautifully built body of the older woman. It was a strong, sinewy body, yet had an illusion of soft, brittle femininity. Stan's eyes gaped at the sight of her full ripe breasts which jutted out proudly from her ribcage, and his avaricious gaze fell to her full boned hips that dropped to the firm lithe roundness of her well-formed thighs.
The ebony gloss of her pubic hair glistened against the olive-gold of her skin. Against his will, his prick responded to the tempting sight, and he could feel it pulse forcefully against his leg.
Maria was looking at him, an amused smile on her face, completely nonchalant about her nakedness.
"Did you have a good time with my daughter, Rosa?" she asked cheerily, moving closer to him. Stan stared at her in mounting trepidation. She knew what he'd done to Rosa - she knew and yet she was treating him as casually as if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary!
A movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he saw that Rosa had risen to her feet and was coming over to join her mother.
"Did you like having Mr. Doone lick your little cunt, dear?" she smiled fondly at her daughter.
"Oh yes, Mama," Rosa simpered, "he was very good!" Stan's mouth dropped open on hearing the lewd exchange, and was aware once again of Maria's inching closer to him.
"We can't let you go," she whispered huskily, "without making you more welcome! After all, it's after hours and you deserve an extra reward!"
Stan tried to back away from the woman's insinuating hands which were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
"Maria, I've got to go now!" he pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Now his shirt was open and the determined woman was sliding it off his shoulders. He grasped her arm firmly, determined once and for all to put an end to the bizarre scene, when a chill rippled with shocking intensity up his spine. A hand - Rosa's - was fondling his already alive prick through the fabric of his pants, caressing and stroking it in such a way that he couldn't, just couldn't draw away from her assuaging touch.
"Just look how big it is already, Mama!" the child chirped gleefully.
Then his shirt was completely discarded and Maria was playing with the dark strands of hair on his chest, nipping and nibbling at his male nipples, hardening them unbearably.
He couldn't let this go on ... he had to end it!
"My God, Maria, are you out of your mind?" he asked desperately. But the lust driven woman only laughed and then his pants were opened and they were falling to his ankles, and his prick jumped up convulsively, freed from confinement. Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer! He had to get away from the predatory hands. He tried to run, make for the door, but he could only shuffle, the pants like a hobble around his ankles.
He reached the door, but his numbed, fumbling hands couldn't open it, and the air resounded with derisive, girlish laughter. Stung to the quick, he clumsily headed for the other door, which lead into the next room. His embarrassment hastened his getaway attempt, causing him to increase his stride and then . . . the ground was rising to meet him and the breath was knocked out of his body from the force of the contact between the wall and his head. He lay there, almost senseless, stunned both from the harsh thud and the complete unexpectedness of his sprawling position on the floor. Then, Rosa and her mother were on top of him, slipping off his shoes and so.cks, easing off his trousers until he lay helpless, completely naked, beneath them.
"I don't think you really wanted to escape Mr. Doone," Maria chided, and Stan blushed again even more. Their hands were like a million little insects scurrying over his flesh, pricking him with red-hot needlepoints. He could barely detect the fragrant scent of their femaleness and a shiver coursed through him at every sudden elusive contact with silky smooth feminine flesh.
Christ, he was going out of his mind! He was being tormented like an animal at bay, and his prick was a smouldering cannon of unexploded fire and his balls were a rolling fermentation of angry seed.
There was a thundering in his head and suddenly, he knew! He knew he'd have to have one of the beautiful, seductive women ... he had to take either mother or daughter, right then and there ... it didn't matter which one! But he'd show them he wasn't to be trifled with, either, manipulated like a toy puppet. He was a man, and by God, he'd show them . . .
Infused with righteous anger, he struggled to a sitting position. His hands reached out, eager to enclose soft, yielding flesh in his arms. His strong, clasping fingers closed in on the firm curvature of flowering hips and a shrill squeal revealed Rosa's surprise.
"Mama, he's got me! He's got me!" she shrilled.
Her smooth, creamy flesh felt like butter in his hands and a sort of dizziness overwhelmed him. The tantalizing feel of the soft, virginal young body in his hand injected him with an exhilarating rush of confident passion and he struggled to a kneeling position behind the no longer giggling figure of the young girl. His eyes burned into the slim and voluptuously curved buttocks wavering before him. He thought he'd never seen anything as lovely as the sultry, slender figure of the kneeling girl-child, and prurient desire rippled through him with increasing volume.
His long, thick cock ached in anticipation and his breath broke into rattling sobs. He glanced nervously at Rosa's mother, who was standing beside the crouching couple. Her dark, passionate eyes were fixed avidly on his lust-distended penis and there was an impatient, eager look on her face.
Stan could hesitate no longer. He didn't care what this woman's motives were, or why she was allowing her young daughter to be used like this. He was past all that now! A raging fire was burning in his loins and he had to quench it in the soft tender depths of the slim young Venus beneath him. His earlier moralistic indignation at his own behavior had faded. The wanton, seductive actions of the beautiful mother and daughter, with their Latin-like provocativeness had overpowered him, and left him with the instincts of a rutting animal.
Abruptly, Stan edged his knees between the tightly clenched thighs of the quivering girl, and he felt her shiver as the erect hardness of his penis made warm, insinuating contact with the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
"No, Mama, no! Don't let him!" she sobbed suddenly, wriggling desperately to escape Doone's convulsive clutch on her hips.
"Rosa, be quiet!" Maria hissed, stepping closer, anxious not to miss a second of the salacious action.
Rosa choked back a sob on hearing her mother's unfeeling command. Fear convulsed her. What was he going to do to her? She squirmed and twisted her buttocks, but her pitiful attempt only seemed to incite Stan's lust further.
"Keep still!" he snarled in a brutal angry voice, instilling new terror in the girl. He gazed down at the fleshy moons of her backside stretched up in lewd offering to him and he ground his big, leaden cock around in the spread, narrow crevice of her ass, kneading the soft spongy cheeks together around it, forming a warm tight channel for his pulsing prick.
He kneeled closer behind her now, his own hips pressed into the fleshy mounds of her quivering backside. He held the throbbing cock tightly between his fingers, poising the big, bulbous head at the tight little opening to her cunt. His eyes gleaming with lust, he watched as the tiny moist edges of her pink fluted nether lips throbbed and contracted around the hard rubbery head. The thought flickered briefly through his mind that the narrow orifice was too small - he'd never be able to get in - but he dismissed it instantly, concentrating wholly on the pleasurable act he was about to perform.
Gently, he parted the dark, crisp pubic hair, using the rigid inflexible head of his swollen prick as a seperator. He felt the soft, warm folds close in on his aching member, and the sudden searing contact was all he needed to goad him on to uncontrollable lust.
Rosa, quivering in apprehension, sensed his mushrooming desire and unparalleled terror engulfed her. Her naked flesh spasmed with fear at the contact of his alien male hardness on her tender skin. Tears welled up in her eyes at the helplessness of her position.
"Mama! Please don't let him . . . you promised ..."
Her heartfelt pleading touched off a sadistic streak in Stan, and before Maria had time to say a word, he lunged forward, feeling the tight hot mouth of her pussy yield under his relentless pressure.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH . . . !!!!" she cried out in childish agony. "Oh No! No! It hurts! It Hurts!"
Her thighs and buttocks were swept apart in the crushing force of his entry. Her body trembled and shook under his assault and his grinding implement tunnelled mercilessly into her from behind.
Maria's eyes were riveted on the cruel impalement of her young daughter. She ran the tip of her tongue over her full, red lips as she saw more and more of the hard red shaft of the probation officer disappear into the shiny pink sheath. Finally, it was completely swallowed in young Rosa's tight virginal passage and Doone's dark wispy pubic curls were flattened against the girl's widely-spread asscheeks.
"Good girl!" Maria's desire-choked voice encouraged. She was sorry that Rosa was so frightened, and hoped it didn't hurt her too much. But it was all for the best, and if she'd told her daughter in advance what the plan was that she and Chuck and Tico had hatched, the youngster mightn't have gone through with it. So it was better this way, and Rosa, Maria felt sure, would be all right in a very short while.
Stan eased the hard length of flesh out of the close narrow passage. God she was tight! Her cuntal walls were like a vise around his prick and from the sheer excitement he was afraid he'd shoot his cum into her thirteen year old belly before he really got going.
He surged forward again, more slowly this time, positioning the girl's hips for a straight, steady entry. He could feel the palpitations in her inner vaginal wall, and the vibration urged his cock on to greater dimensions. He could feel her quivering beneath his hands, but somehow, the thought of her apprehension, far from repelling him, incited him, and he began to fuck in and out of her graudally loosening canal with long, hard savage strokes.
His pelvis made a wet slapping sound as it smacked against her curved young buttocks and alternated with the sluicing swipes of his elongated rod in and out of her moist, sparsely hairlined pussy. His fingers, kneaded and squeezed violently at her pliant flesh, raising little white welts as evidence of his brutality. He was enjoying fucking this child, this girl who had joined with her mother in taunting him. Well, he'd sucked her first and now he was going to give her the fucking of her life.
But Rosa, past the pleasure-pain line now, was aware of new, jubilant senations inside her. The incessant thrusting into her from behind created a similar rhythm inside her, a tempo which made her undulate her backside and then screw her buffeted vagina back on the plunging instrument, which bucked furiously into her, its hard knob-like head butting against her cervix, and never quite leaving the hot moist shelter of her cuntal mouth on the outstrokes.
"Oh yes, yesssss ..." she sighed, tendrils of exquisite pleasure emanating from the focal point of her steaming pussy where she was being screwed from the rear. It felt good, better, much, much better than she'd thought possible . . .
Maria smiled to herself on hearing her daughter's aroused moans. She had known it wouldn't be long till Rosa had come around to her way of thinking, and now, casting envious glances at her young daughter wallowing in her rising passion, she began to feel a familiar burning in her loins. She stared greedily at the hard shaft of flesh fucking hungrily in and out of the dilated pink cuntal mouth of the young girl, and her own hips began to involuntarily rotate in time to the rhythm of Stan's demonic plunges.
"Yesssss... that's it!" Stan hissed through clenched teeth. "Screw your ass back ..."
He labored over the responsive body of the young girl, fucking faster and harder and even deeper into her, pounding savagely against the palpitating cheeks of her bottom, with his hard, driving hips. His hands grasped her flaccid flesh just below her waist, moulding the resilient flesh into weird distortions like soft clay. The girl's lewd acceptance of his thick skewer in her pillaged depths added to his lascivious pleasure and an obscene smile played across his contorted mouth.
Through the smoky dim of his lust-gleaming eyes, he saw Maria crawl around to face her daughter and then, staring in disbelief, he saw her spread apart her legs, exposing the moist rosy furrow of her slit. The hair-rimmed folds seemed to throb visibly as Maria edged closer and nearer to her daughter, until, finally, her crudely-splayed vaginal plane was planted directly under Rosa's perspiration-sheened face.
Stan continued to stare boggle-eyed, open-mouthed in disbelief, as Rosa, almost without hesitancy, lowered her long tongue down to the proffered split beneath her and swiped the full length of it with her willing organ. Stan was still incredulous as he watched her continue to lick and suck at her mother's ravenous pussy. The child was actually licking her mother's cunt!
Maria's pelvis was grinding up against the girl's feverishly working mouth and Stan could hear the other woman drone in aroused pleasure.
"Oh God, suck ittt, baby . . . Keep sucking!!!!" Her lewd coarse command incited him to greater fury, and he plunged and rocked into the naked, open crotch of the defenseless youngster kneeling helplessly before him, each deep furious thrust lifting her an inch off the ground. His pillaging member lunged into her abused passage in crude tempo with the incredible tonguing she was giving her mother, and the air was resonant with obscene sucking and fucking sounds.
Floods of vaporous warmth were steaming through Stan, and there was a growing gnawing ache in his balls as his sperm rolled in preparation for their coming eruption.
He labored over the girl like a man possesed, mouthing incoherent obscenities, bucking and plunging like a bronco with a burr under the saddle, crazed with renewed lust at the thought of fucking the sylph-like child-woman while she sucked and grovelled in her mother's rapacious cunt!
Suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer, and his ear-splitting wail sounded out as he battered with flesh-crushing force against the tortured flesh of Maria's daughter. His molten semen dashed with omnipotent fury along the shaft of his racing cock and spurted in a hot, thick steam into the teenaged girl's soft fleshy vaginal passage.
"Waaaggghhhh . . . I'm cumming too!" he heard the girl's mother shriek as he continued to empty his burning, white-hot lava in a seemingly never-ending gush.
Rosa was cumming, too, her slim, reed-like body dancing a lewd tango of wanton abandon as spasm after spasm convulsed her. Her throbbing, pulsating pelvis twisted and convoluted around Stan's fast-emptying prick, pulling and sucking until he thought it would be ripped from his body from the strength of her gasping vagina. Rosa's satiated groans were drowned in the morass of her mother's tingling pussy as she quivered the last of her release in a soulful paroxysm.
Stan slipped his deflating member from her wet, slipper depths, and collapsed in an inert, satisfied heap beside the tingling, fulfilled bodies of the equally beautiful mother and daughter.
Chapter Seven
"You'd better go now - I'm afraid my husband will be back soon," Jill frowned, "but God, I wish ..."
She was still naked, stretched out imperiously alongside the long, rangy figure of the boy, her forever widened rectum still wet and tingling from his abusive entry.
Chuck looked at her appraisingly, a half-smile playing about his lips. He felt a grudging admiration for her and he was sorry in a way to be using her this way, but Tico came first! He had to go ahead with the plan at all costs, carry it out to the end, no matter what his feelings were about Mrs. Doone.
"Let's go over to my place ..." he suggested easily, his hand casually fondling her plump breasts.
Jill hesitated. Going with him, willingly, openly, would be a real committment - no more excuses of "I couldn't help it!" Should she take her infidelity a step further and go? Why not? a voice from within queried. Why not indeed? Hadn't the young Puerto Rican boy opened up a new world to her, unleashed her from an insidious streak of puritanism that she didn't even know she had? He had helped her experience a completely new realm of physical pleasure and satisfaction. Didn't she owe it to herself, and him, to make a stand in favor of their new found sensations? After all, she was liberated, free, a new woman! Why be fettered now with old-fashioned ideas of morality, marital duties?
Even while these thoughts were flicking through her mind, she reached for her clothes, knowing she would accompany him on a journey to even more pleasure. Stan would think she had gone to the Potters Guild and would probably be in bed when she got back. She tried to blot out thought of Stan, her husband as she left the apartment with her boy-lover. But, oh God, Stan - devoted to his work, and even now involved in spending extra, off-duty time with one of his assignees. He didn't deserve to be hurt like this . . . but she ignored the stabs of guilt which were trying to make an impression on her mind. She had her own life to lead. . . she had a right to be happy . . .
Neither spoke much on the journey into Baltimore and Jill was just beginning to wonder if she should have come when the boy pulled the car over into an empty parking space on a darkly lit street.
He lead the way up several steps to a three-story rowhouse, and Jill felt a tremor of apprehension as she stepped inside its shadowy interior.
He smilingly ushered her into a small room off the hallway which apparently adjoined a larger one, the door to which was closed. She sat down uneasily on the small couch, and without asking, Chuck poured her a drink.
"It's anis," he explained, "made from aniseed, a favorite drink of Spanish people!" There was a certain pride in his voice as he tilted his glass and swallowed the entire contents and Jill couldn't help but notice that his face reddened immediately and his eyes glazed over - he was obviously not used to the potent drink.
She sipped hers, not really liking the strong taste, but grateful enough for its obvious soothing qualities. Her courage was rapidly leaving her and she wished she hadn't been so foolhardy in following her youthful lover. She barely knew this boy, yet she had followed him to a strange house in an unfamiliar part of town! She was also worried by the strange sound emanating from the next room - muffled sighs, light shuffling. What was going on in there?
As if in answer to her question, a heated, passionate voice rang out: "Oh God, suck itttt! Keep sucking!!"
Jill felt her face crimson. The unabashed cry of wanton lust chilled her to the marrow. Following the harsh command, obscene male grunts commingled with shrill, smothered moans - how many were in there and what were they doing?
Chuck saw her frightened, anxious face and crossed over to her.
"Don't you worry none, that's just some of my friends havin' a good time. They won't bother us!" Somehow, his words reassured her, and she found herself relaxing a little, responding even to the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Of course, the strong drink helped to lull her into soothing laxity. The boy's hand dropped confidently to her breast, kneading it under her thick sweater and she felt the familiar sensation of a rising flush of warmth creeping up her body.
Sighing with the beginnings of pleasure, she leaned back against the sofa, allowing the young boy to remove her clothes, easing her buttocks up to enable him to slide off her skirt. She helped him remove her bra and panties, detachedly amazed at her own nonchalance, and a little in awe of the surprising force of her own desire. It must have been the effect of the drink because she felt a sense of disembodiment, as if she and her body were seperate entities, each with complete control of itself. And now her body, her arms, were helping to remove his shirt, his pants and her eyes were glued on the sudden, exciting appearance of his thick, lust-distended prick which jutted out like a cannon from the bastion of his pelvis.
Then his mouth was on hers, crushing her back against the sofa in a tight hard kiss. She felt the rough cotton of the couch cover graze against her naked back, and then she was slipping to the floor, where her body was cushioned in the depths of the brown shag rug. The young boy's long, lithe body was beside hers and "she could feel the hard sinewy skin of his masculine nakedness. His very youth, his roughness, injected her with prurient excitement and her arms reached up and clasped his narrow, lengthy frame to her, trembling from the sudden contact of his elongated prick against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
His mouth found hers again and a quixotic giddiness took hold of her, a sort of intoxication just from the intense oral stimulation alone. Her full creamy breasts were palpitating under the hardness of his chest as he drew her closer to him and moved his hands down to encase the round smooth buttocks, cupping the pliant, fleshy spheres. She glued her mouth to his, sucking in his tongue eagerly, nibbling at it with her sharp little teeth.
Wild tremors of rippling excitement coursed through Jill. She could scarcely believe the incredible change that had been wrought in her in the course of just one day. Images of the lewd semi-rape this young boy had subjected her to this morning raced through her mind like pornographic pictures . . .her own complete abandonment to the crude act. . . the savage anal subjugation she had endured . . . and come to enjoy . . . and now, this! She had willingly accompanied this almost unknown youth to his house, and now her body was straining, crying out for him to enter her.
A harsh masculine wail interrupted her dizzy thoughts.
"UUUrrrrggggghhhhh . . . !!" the voice rang out from the next room. A chill rippled through Jill. Through the smoky tide of her rising passion, she had the feeling that she had heard that voice somewhere before . . . that it was somehow familiar ...
"Waaaaggggghhhhhhh ... I'm cumming toooooo . . . !!" a husky female voice, laden with feverish excitement rent the air and Jill knew that the lascivious anonymities in the next room had reached the apex of their lewd passion.
Suddenly, she could stand it no longer. She wanted it, too, wanted to reach again that unbelievable pinnacle she had reached twice already with this swarthy young boy.
The subsiding moans of undeniable pleasure issuing from the next room were an obscene impetus to Jill. Moaning, she strained the full length of her voluptuous body against Chuck, grinding and pushing, spreading her legs even wider. Digging her hand down between their clamped together legs, she grasped the fleshy thickness of the young boy's penis, guiding it with wanton eagerness to the thin hair-lined portal to her secret depths. Sliding the bulbous length of it up and down between her legs, lubricating it with the soft archway open and flowered around the hard rubbery flesh willing it to enter.
The boy, incensed by Jill's preparatory titillation of his elongated rod, and heatedly enflamed by the wild undisguised sounds of lust escaping from his mother and sister in the next room, lunged forward, driving the enormous shaft deep into the yearning cunt between her widespread legs.
"AAAAAAArrrrggghhhhhhhhh ..." Jill sobbed beneath his sudden brutal thrust, all breath driven from her body from the sadistic force of his entry. The boy continued to thrust lustily until the steel-hard distended head hit the soft spongy tissue of her cervix, still tender from his afternoon battering and violent use of her body.
"Uuuuuunnnnggghhhhh ..." she moaned, feeling completely filled with his masculine flesh. With a salacious grunt, the boy flexed his driving cock deep inside her, sending shoots of new pain scurrying into her vaginal depths.
"Oh God... oh God!" she chanted beneath him, as he began to fuck his lust-hardened young cock faster and faster out of her hotly clenching pussy. Tears stung viciously at her eyes. She didn't know it would hurt so much, and she tried to will herself to relax, tried to banish the unnerving pains inside her. The boy ground his pelvis forward again, ramming his engorged penis once more into her battered depths. Her legs shot out on either side of him from the strength of his surge into her and the new position of her vaginal plane seemed, almost miraculously, to ease the gnawing interior ache. He continued to drub into her, trying to establish a rhythm, sinking his penis completely inside her each time, feeling the tight rubbery ridges of her vagina begin to voluntarily clasp around the smooth fucking of his muscular young cock.
As the pain subsided, Jill felt pleasure begin to assert itself inside her. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, moaning and mewling under his incessant pounding, arching her pelvis up off the floor to try and enclose more and more of him in her feverish depths. Oh God, she was alive again now . . . her body was a raw moaning animal seeking its own fulfillment. This was what she wanted! She needed this young boy to ram into her, stuff his big penis far up inside her. Oh Lord, how she needed it. . . and how good it felt . . .
Stan was aroused out of his sensuous daze by the excited voices of Maria and Rosa.
"We're all set now," Maria was saying, "we've got him where we want him!" Stan struggled to a half sitting position on the floor, his eyes boggling at the sight of the camera that Maria was holding.
"What the hell ..." he began, confused. Rose and her mother were still both stark naked, and were looking at him in mild amusement.
"Well, Mr. Doone," Maria began, "I'm sure you'll be more than happy to really help Tico now," she smiled, patting the camera.
"What . . . what do you mean?" Stan faltered, rising to his feet, a curious parching beginning in his throat.
Maria laughed softly. "This camera is operated by a timer and we have enough evidence here," gesturing to the instrument, "to ensure that you'll cooperate fully." Her last words were emphasized with a hardness that was evident also in her bright, dark eyes.
Humiliation and horror crowded in on Stan. He'd been such a fool, thinking these two had wanted and desired him just for himself, as a man. . . he should have known . . .
"Mr. Jefferson, your boss down at the office would be most interested in seeing how you spend your day," Maria taunted, and Stan flinched at the thought of his stony-faced, moralistic superior.
"And, of course, your dear wife would ..."
"Jill wouldn't believe you - she'd know I was tricked!" Stan blurted suddenly.
"Is that so?" Maria continued to mock. "Seems you don't know your wife as well as we do!"
"What do you mean by that?" Stan blanched. How dare they bring Jill into their lying, deceitful world?
"Don't go getting up on your high horse, my dear," Maria laughed. "Jill seems to be quite as anxious as you were to help the Diego family, particularly young Chuck!"
"Are you insinuating that Jill . . . ?" his voice trailed off. The nerve of that bitch to hint such things about Jill, as if she'd ever have anything to do with any of them.
Stan turned to face the two naked women again, his face a mottled red with semi-controlled fury, his hands doubled into fists.
"I've had enough of your goddamned insults and tricks," he stormed. "I've done what I could to help that son-of-a-bitch Tico, and you can do what you like with your fucking pictures. What's more, I don't ..." His tempestuous harangue was suddenly cut short and his mouth hinged open as he listened to the lustful sounds ringing from next door.
Stan stared unseeingly at the two smirking females, his head spinning. He couldn't believe it! It sounded ... it sounded just like Jill, in there - but it couldn't be!
"Well, Mr. Doone, shall we take a look?"
Stan was deaf to Maria's mocking words. With a bestial snarl, he lunged at the dividing door, oblivious to his own nakedness. He had to see, find out for himself that it wasn't true . . .
He wrenched open the door, his eyes rolling in his head, flecks of spittle foaming at the sides of his mouth.
In abject disgust, Stan stepped directly into the other room, his eyes bulged like a pug's as he stared with utter loath.ng at what was transpiring there.
He saw, still disbelieving, refusing to believe that the nude mumble of flailing arms and long, satiny legs, passion-ridden full breasts, golden strands of silky, cock-split pubic hair - he saw and knew that they belonged, unequivocally, to his wife! And the slender dark body of the black-haired boy who was furiously fucking his hardened young penis into her, was undoubtedly a Diego.
The blood rushed in unabated fury to Stan's head, pounding it like a sledgehammer. He stood there, mouth gaping, unable to move, heedless to Maria's soft mocking laughter behind him, mindless of everything but the mesmerizing rhythm of the young boy pummelling into the widely spread vaginal lips of his young, glazy eyed wife.
Stan could see the lewd sheen of the young prick as it sliced into the tender pink flesh, until it was sunk to the very hilt in the velvety interior of Jill's pussy. He could see the petal-like edges of her hotly working opening reaching prehensilely for the thick hard base of the youth's cock, trying to swallow even more of it inside her. As he continued to watch the strong cock pistoning into his wife's eager, open cunt, Stan thought he'd go crashing through the floor. It just wasn't possible! He wanted to run in there, separate the wantonly screwing young pair, throttle them with all the force of his pent-up rage. Yet he was rooted to the ground. It was as if he were under some kind of lewd spell cast by the depravity of the act he was witnessing.
Tumultuous thoughts whirled around in his head. He was caught in a web of his own making, but how did Jill fit into it? Did he know about him and Maria . . . and Rosa?
His eyes were drawn again to the abandoned fornication on the floor, listening as his wife's moans of pleasure increased in pitch and intensity. He'd never seen her so aroused before - never knew she could be so impassioned. He couldn't believe it was the same Jill, his inhibited and unresponsive wife, who was thrashing about in complete abandonment under the furious pile-driving cock of a mere adolescent! Had it taken this young boy to do what he had failed to do in over a year of marriage? Had this youth, Tico Diego's brother, finally awakened her sexually? Floods of anger and embarrassment washed over him. Anger, fury, resentment at his wife for deceiving him, being unfaithful embarrassment at her obvious total enjoyment of the sexual act - with someone else!
Cruel images flicked through his mind memories of her cold, dormant body lying lifelessly beneath him; her cries of "no, that hurts!" when he thrust deep into her, scores of nights of downright rejection. Oh Christ, he moaned, I've failed! Failed completely! thoughts of losing his wife, job, reputation tormenting him.
Jill's feverish moans broke in on his unhappy reveries. His eyes began to focus again on the sight of the grinding, fleshy nether cheeks of his wife's full rounded young buttocks as they ground hungrily into the rug, flattened from the weight of the young boy. He watched in lewd fascination as she returned thrust for thrust, her creamy white body startling pale against the tanned swarthiness of the boy, levering her cunt up, whore-like, to meet the youth's savage downstrokes.
Suddenly, he was aware of Maria beside him.
"What do you think of your innocent little wife now?" she taunted. He turned slowly to look at her, full of disgust and detestation.
Fucking bitch! his mind screamed, it's all her fault, maneuvering him mercilessly to get her own way! Thinking she's increased her power over him by subjecting him to this debased spectacle! She was enjoying seeing him so debased, revelling in his discovery of his wife's infidelity. Well, they'd have the last laugh, he and Jill! Maria thought she had the upper hand, but actually, she'd done him a favor!
No matter how it had come about, or who had masterminded it, Jill was a new woman! There was no doubt about that, he thought, his eyes returning once more to the pounding, bucking, perspiration-soaked body of his wife. She was aroused, alive - and he'd have the sole benefit of her awakening from now on, he'd see to that! His prick gave an excited leap at the salacious thought and automatically, Stan's hand fell to fondle it, encourage it to broader girth. Fresh thoughts were fermenting in his brain. Anger and resentment were fading - the persistent wet slapping sounds of the young Diego plowing and fucking like a young bull into the crazed straining body of his wife were kindling a similar restless rhythm in himself. There was a growing, gnawing ache in his burgeoning cock and it seemed to him as if the image of the couple fucking on the floor before him was getting blurred - as if his lust-dimmed eyes were failing to register the scene correctly with his brain.
He was like a man possessed. Robot-like, his legs carried him over towards the young couple, his blood-heavy prick still cradled in his hand.
In a raucous voice, he croaked passionately: "Jill! Jill! Wait for me!"
Jill froze in numbed terror at the sound of her husband's lustful voice.
"Stan ..." she managed to moan. What was he doing here?
Her head was whirling. She felt the young boy, his cock still locked tight in her cunt, rolling over and pulling her on top of him. Quivering with fear, she found herself straddling her boy lover's hips his hardened penis resuming its skewering into her from the new position below. She turned her head to one side, and her tear-filled eyes took in her husband, standing beside her, his fleshy swollen prick held out lewdly in front of him. Overwhelmed with shame and mortification, she bowed her head, not knowing where to look and not caring about anything. Her world came crashing down around her in that instant of discovery by her husband.
She was overcome with remorse at the knowledge of what she had assented to with this young boy, and her weakness was anathema to her now. Tears rushed to her eyes and dropped in a patter onto Chuck's chest. Thank God for the drink I had, she thought dazedly, couldn't stand it otherwise.
Stan stared at the cowering figure of his wife cringing flatly down against the slight body of the youth. His eyes glanced over the slender sweep of her back, the gentle flare of her hips, the raised creamy mounds of her buttocks. His hands rested on the soft ivory spheres and drew them apart, gaping as the tiny puckered hole of her rectum came into view. Jill tried desperately to clench her buttocks together but she was no match for the superior strength of her husband. She gasped as she felt the experimental thrust of his finger on her sensitive, but already stretched, anal mouth.
Stan could see the crinkled flesh drawing in at his touch, and his hand quivered in excitement. Jill began to squirm, fear mounting in her palpitating frame and Stan, angered at her wriggles, thrust his finger cruelly, burying it to the first knuckle.
"Owwwwgggghhhhhhhhh ..." she sobbed piteously, pain shooting up her back passage like a red hot poker. Stan, deriving sadistic delight from her anguish, rammed his finger forward again until it was buried to the second knuckle in her ravished rectum. He rotated the digit around inside her, routing the tight channel painfully, while his free hand massaged his still-growing cock.
He withdrew his finger from the tight little anal ring, and guided the angry bulbous head towards the cringing orifice. The thick hard shaft lay the full length of her anal crevice, the tiny beads of moisture at the tip lubricating the puckered little hole. Again, he spread the resisting orbs of her ass, stretching them brutally, baring the unprotected split completely.
He gazed in unmitigated pleasure at the fearfully undulating body of his wife as he hesitated, the bulbous head of his engorged prick poised for entry. An unnatural thrill shivered through him from the complete helplessness of her position. She was completely at his mercy now, to do with her as he liked.
With meticulous precision, he drove the rock-hard instrument straight at the quaking aperture.
"Uuuuuurrrrgggghhhhh . . . !" Her blood-curdling scream rent the air as the relentless implement burst with pitiless force through the narrow, membraneous opening.
Jill was shot through with sharp shattering pain. She felt as though she were being split apart, and her rectum was already quivering and raw from the young boy's brutal, unprecedented entry of barely an hour ago. There were no tears left and her voice broke into a series of dry, harsh croaks. Her bottom gyrated and twisted trying to dislodge the unnatural skewer, but her motions only seemed to incite her husband into further immediate action.
With a grunt, he surged forward again, and with a sturdy, flesh-splitting lurch, sunk the entire length of it up into her tight, hotly grasping rectum.
"Oh God . . . Noooooooo . . . please no!" Jill sobbed, the grating pain completely engulfing her.
Stan looked down, with something akin to satisfaction at the smooth rounded flesh of her buttocks as they billowed around the deeply sunk shaft of his prick. He had found a way to hurt, humiliate, mortify his wife, to pay her back for the hurt and humiliation he had suffered because of her. But now, as he gazed at her tearful, agonized frame, the thought of his own transgression came back with startlingly magnified accusation. He had been unfaithful to her, too, fucked and sucked the Diego women - he had no right to punish her for what he'd done himself!
Overcome with remorse, he gently drew out the hard length of his prick, easing it out with tender slowness and then with equal consideration, began to slip it inside her once more.
Jill felt the transformation from roughness to tenderness and was grateful for the gradual easing of the pain in her tortured anus. The boy beneath her, too, began to stroke in and out with easier movements and the two men began to cooperate in a heathen unified screwing, the two long, palpitating pricks brushing against each other through the thin dividing membrane.
Jill was no longer moaning and began to realize with disbelief, that tiny eddies of wispish pleasure were starting to form in her loins. She was beginning to ENJOY it! She tried to fight it, tried to ignore the dawning reality that she was beginning to like being fucked by two men at the same time! Shame and self disgust returned at the realization that she was enjoying being screwed in front by her boy-lover while her husband took her anally! She moaned in abject horror at this sudden discovery of her capacity for such depravity and the two men, in their lustful frenzy, mistook her groans for acquiescence, and began to thrust with rapid momentum into her. Suddenly the tremendous wave of pleasure that was rising in Jill swept over the floodgates of her resistance and she moaned mindlessly: "AAAgggghhhhhhhhhh . . . Keep on! Keep on!"
The boy and Stan were whipped up into even greater sexual fury by her undeniable ecstasy and began to pump more furiously into her twin passages with ever deeper swipes of their violently impaling pricks.
Maria Diego watched the dual fucking of the young wife with mixed feelings. She had been drunk with the power of her hold over Doone when she'd revealed to him about his wife. But his final reaction was totally unexpected. She felt a stab of envy now as she gazed at the incredible three-way act, and she knew she'd lost a vital card in the game she was playing with the Parole Officer. Still, she had a trump in the pictures she'd already taken, and although her advantage wasn't as great as she'd hoped, she still had the winning hand.
Jill was caught in the throes of incredible masochistic joy. This debasement of her body, this obscene abuse of her femininity and heretofore, stone-like dignity filled her with pleasure. She was being used, fucked half to death by the fury of her husband and the lust of her teenaged lover! Her whole body undulated nakedly and wildly as she squirmed, sandwiched doll-like between the two depraved males. Wilder and wilder they became, jarring and buffeting her pussy and asshole, groans from all three intermingling in a cacophonous symphony of frenetic abandonment.
"Argh! Argh! Argh! Oh God I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Jill shrieked suddenly as she was caught up in the maelstrom of her chaotic release. Her head was spinning and she was flailing and tossing between the wildly bucking bodies of the two men as they ejaculated with furious strength deep up into her ravaged bowels and vagina.
Harsh moan after dry sob issued from her lips as orgasm after orgasm spasmed through her in breathless succession and her breasts felt ready to burst from the pressure as her entire insides seemed filled with hot wet pools of swirling male sperm. Dizziness whirled through her and through the dim of her swimming eyes, she caught sight of the naked figures of a girl and a woman, open mouthedly staring at the lewd scene. But she had no chance to puzzle who they were before pleasure and satiation and at the same time, self-disgust converged in a whirlpool of sensation which rocketed her into uneasy oblivion.
Jill submerged herself to the neck in the hot sudsy tub. The warm foam seemed to seep into her pores and wash away the aches and strains from the debauchery of the long day. She closed her eyes, willing her mind and body to relax as she sipped the Gin and Tonic Stan had mixed for her. A luxurious lethargy crept over her tired, jaded body, but too much had happened in the course of the day for her brain to be idle. She tried to block out the hateful, humiliating memory of her coarse cries of pleasure as she was being screwed by her husband and Chuck simultaneously. The memory of her earthshaking orgasm still tingled in her groin and a slight twinge in her rectum reminded her of what had happened there.
She had blacked out after she reached a climax, she knew, and the next thing she remembered was finding herself in the car with Stan driving them home. She had been very silent for the whole drive, but Stan had kept talking about the pictures Maria had and how she'd use them unless he helped Tico. She remembered feeling meshed in a miasma of ignorance about the whole affair but now clarity was returning to her disordered brain. Jill remembered suddenly the moans coming from the next room when she and Chuck had first come into the house . . . the familiar male voice . . . was it Stan who had been in there? She remembered again the vivid look she'd had at the naked female figures, Stan's own nakedness ... his sudden appearance and discovery of her and Chuck. The terrible truth was dawning on her! Stan, her husband, had been with Mrs. Diego and the young girl, and oh God, had pictures been taken of them together? Jill moaned, despair sweeping over her like a black cloud. A tumultuous mixture of feelings engulfed her.
Resentment over her husband's involvement with Mrs. Diego seethed inside her, but was overshadowed by a more instinctual uneasiness over their security which seemed threatened by the existence of the lewd pictures Stan had referred to. But he'd said that everything would turn out all right, she remembered that distinctly, he'd confidently told her not to worry in the car coming home. Tiredness numbed her completely and she could no longer think. Some of her ill-feelings towards herself cleared on the realization of what Stan had done, and she took another long swallow of her cold drink.
But images of Stan came seeping back to her exhausted brain. What had he been doing in there? Were both Mrs. Diego and the girl in there with him? Lewd images juxta-positioned themselves in her mind, pictures of Stan and Maria and the girl in different poses, different positions, all depraved. She couldn't shake off the lurid thoughts - they were etched indelibly in her brain. She rose up out of the bath, wrapping a towel sarong style around her curvaceous figure, and headed unsteadily towards the bedroom.
"Are you all right, honey?" Stan who was standing in the sitting room called as he saw her pass the doorway. She seemed to be unbalanced so Stan hurried after her, finding her leaning against the bedroom door. He repeated his question. She looked flushed - the heat of the bathroom plus the drink made her dizzy. Stan caught her as she swayed, and carrying her over to the bed, solicitously laid her down on the coverlet.
"Are you all right, darling?" he murmured anxiously.
Jill opened her eyes and looked up at her husband. His face betrayed worry, concern, and most of all, remorse.
"I'm sorry, Stan," she whispered suddenly, "for what happened!"
Stan buried his head in his hands, shattered by her apology.
"Oh God Jill, if you only knew what I did!" he moaned.
"I-I think I know, darling," Jill murmured, "and - and it doesn't matter!"
"You - you do?" Stan gasped incredulously, and she smiled at him, mutely nodding her head. She knew what happened between him and Maria and Rosa, and she didn't mind! This revelation stunned him, and overpowered him with alternating waves of love for his wife and floods of self-loathing. But Jill was still whispering: "Whatever our reasons for - doing what we did - it's over now, and best forgotten.
But Stan ..."
Stan looked at her inquiringly, still not believing her forgiveness.
"I'm . . . I'm cured of what I used to be!"
Her husband looked at Jill in amazement, hardly comprehending.
"I'm awakened now," she went on in a matter-of-fact voice, "and it took a degrading, demoralizing act, a Rape, in fact, to break the hold repression had on me. And then . . . you're discovering me, and punishing me by doing it to me back there, cured me of my guilt over cheating in the first place."
Stan continued to stare at her. He didn't fully understand what she was saying but she was assuring him that it didn't matter about Maria or Rosa, or what he had done...
"Oh Jill baby," he buried his head on her breast, loosening the towel, which fell away. He inhaled the fragrant sweet odor of her, feeling her soft warm skin against his face. He wanted to fuck her now . . . bury his cock deep inside her . . . really make love to her ... He was instantly ashamed of his lascivious thoughts. He looked at her face questioningly. Dare he? He didn't want to rush things, but she looked so lovely, so beautiful lying there in steamy nakedness, her short blonde hair wisping around her face.
Quivering with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, he reached down and gently gathered the soft resilient mounds of her breasts in his hands, feeling their firm pliancy slip between his fingers. He kneaded at them, stretching the white flesh like foam rubber, watching them spring back into shape. He kept up the slow, rocking massaging of her ivory orbs for several moments, revelling in the sensuous rhythm he was creating, jubilant at her apparent acceptance of his advances. He tweaked and rubbed the nipples, urging them into vermillion hardness. He gazed anxiously at his wife's face. A smoky veil of passion was beginning to cloud her eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, her moist pink lips a little apart. Her hips were writhing slightly on the bed and her hands were beginning to clutch at the bedspread in convulsive plucking.
And then he began to whisper above her: "I'm going to fuck you, honey, I'm going to fuck you now like I never have before ..."
Jill heard his hoarse whisper and opened her eyes to gaze fully into his. Her body was tingling from the sensual strokes he had been playing on her breasts and there was a growing ache between her legs - a gnawing ache that needed to be satisfied by love. And love was what she was sure now that her husband would give her.
"Yes, Stan darling, yes, fuck me now!" she heard herself breathe, and then Stan, a look of unbelievable joy on his face, was tearing off his clothes, casting them aside like paper wrappers in his haste. With a passion filled moan, he threw himself on her, his tongue frantically trailing down the full length of her porcelain like body, filling his mouth with the warm soft flesh of her breasts, tickling the hard little buds of her nipples with his tongue.
Jill, through her mounting rapture, felt her thighs being spread apart and then Stan's fingers were gently prying open the soft fleshy flanges of her pussy. She heard him suck in his breath at the sight of her moist pink furrow surrounding the shivering delicate opening to her cunt. He grasped his already hardened prick in his hand and guided the hard blood-filled head towards the star-shaped opening.
Jill gasped at the first surprising contact of his hard flesh on her tender inner skin. Then she felt a widening, stretching feeling in her loins and the huge head was pressing against the tight vaginal orifice, making her shrink back. Stan pressed forward again and then the tight tissue yielded and he was inside her.
"Unnnnggghhhhhh ..." she moaned as she felt her husband's large prick surge forward. Her interior sheath was unaccustomed to the enormously distended size and she felt the webbed ridges of his penis grate against her sensitive flesh.
Stan continued to enter her, his wide penis becoming tightly imbedded in her clinging flesh. Finally, he was all the way in, sunk to the hilt in her vaginal canal. Momentary panic paralyzed him. Maybe he couldn't please her, arouse her, satisfy her the way Chuck did. . . But even as the debilitating thought was passing through his mind, the tightening in her inner sheath began to ease, so that he could slip his cock more easily in and out ot the wet channel.
''MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, as he slid into her again, the vibrating excitement of his member thrilling her like never before. Her thighs rose up to meet his down-thrusts and she willingly impaled her pussy fully onto his surging pole, urging him to further explore the deeper recesses of her now hotly contracting young pussy.
She reached up and tangled her hands in his dark hair, pulling his mouth down on hers, eagerly greeting his lips with her own ripe luscious ones. She rammed her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around inside in lewd imitation of the fucking he was giving her. Stan's hands dropped to the writhing mass of her buttocks, clutching convulsively at the soft, flaccid flesh. His blood-engorged penis rubbed and scoured the inside flesh of his newly awakened wife's vagina with magical sweeps and Jill soared higher and higher on the wings of ecstasy with each feathery brush.
Oh Lord, she thought through the engulfing aura of her rising passion, I'd no idea it could be this good. And it was happening with her husband - she could never have believed it possible!
Stan's breathing was coming in ragged pants, and his face was bathed in sweaty moisture from his exertion. But he was reveling in the new freedom of fucking, really fucking his wife, with no holds barred, and having her enjoy it! He felt a sudden, generous gratitude to Chuck Diego, the young boy catalyst who had transformed his wife into the hottest piece of ass he had ever had.
Suddenly, he grasped his wife's long, slim legs and swung a leg over each shoulder, exposing the whole plane of her now hungry cunt even more openly to his feverish screwing.
Jill mewled with new pleasure from the strange contact afforded by this wildly exciting position and she pounded her loins back at Stan with renewed effort. The smooth, hotly undulating cheeks of her ass were pumping with complete abandon now and a look of lascivious pleasure wreathed her face. She dug her fingers into her husband's shoulders, clutching with talon-like strength at his sinewy flesh. Her own naked body was stretched and taut beyond belief, and billows of moist heat were gathering in her loins.
Stan was pile-driving into her with incredible fury, aware of her pending release, racing to time his own with hers.
Suddenly, she was there again for the seeming "thousandth" time today!
"AAAaaahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . !" she howled, her arms flailing hopelessly as her head tossed from side to side. She drove her crotch remorsely up against her husband's plunging pelvis. She was on a roller-coaster that was rocketing her to an incredible summit of hedonistic joy. She was going up, up, up, with accelerating speed, striving, reaching for her most complete release yet. And then she was at the top, climbing and she was out. Guttural scream after scream out.' themselves inhumanly from her throat as she went tottering down, rushing with breakneck speed down the dangerous but thrilling slopes of total abandon. Through the daze of her lust, she felt Stan's heated sperm spurting into her with the force of a tidal wave. It poured into every crease and crevice of her palpitating, clasping vagina, a warm flood of love given and received with a wild, mutual passion. Jill arched her back, gluing her loins to his, welding their bodies together, anxious not to lose a drop of his love-juice. Her own juices flowed in a gentler ripple down the length of his still-erect cock, to form a limpid pool with the semen which had trickled to the bed.
She had come to the end of her roller-coaster ride, and her belly quivered from the force of their simultaneous climax. Every ounce of energy was drained from her body, as she lay beside the heaving body of her husband.
There was no doubt about it now! She was completely changed - a new woman! Everything would be all right! Stan, could satisfy her completely, wholly, and she could please him totally now, too, she was sure.
Chapter Eight
Jill listened in silence as Stan read out the contents of the bulky letter the mailman had just delivered. It was from Maria Diego.
"Dear Mr. Doone, I am sending you these photographs and negatives so that you can destroy them. I can never thank you enough for what you have done for Tico and want to tell you that we will all remember you in our prayers. "
Stan and Jill looked at each other and smiled, relief registered on both their faces. Stan continued to read snatches from the lengthy missive.
"Chuck and Tico are both very happy working at Jose Orlando's garage . . .
"... has given up the Rangers, and now has a steady girl friend ..."
"Chuck is settling down too ..."
"Well," Stan said, throwing down the letter, "They'll never bother us again. Lucky I remembered Jose Orlando from high school - he'll make real good mechanics out of them both."
But Jill wasn't listening. She was poring over the glossy photographs, her eyes fastened on each salubrious scene. Ever since that fateful day, over a month ago, she was like a woman possessed. She never seemed to be able to get enough of Stan, his prick, his tongue, his mouth. Of course, they had made a full confession to each other, leaving out nothing in the lewd chain of events that lead up to their mutual liberation. They both felt better for having made a clean breast of the whole thing, and now their love-life was everything she had ever dreamed it would be.
Now these obscene photographs were exciting her. She poured out fresh coffee for them both, while Stan carefully burned the negatives in the ashtray.
She spread the glossy prints out on the dining room table, and Stan sat close beside her as they examined the lewd panorama - pictorial evidence of their emergence from their repressive chrysallis.
"Look at this one, Stan!" Jill cried eagerly, handing a photograph to her husband.
"Man oh man!" Stan chuckled, scrutinizing the picture of himself screwing demonically into the thirteen year old Rosa Diego from behind, while her tongue slavered hungrily at her mother's wildly spread vagina.
"How about this?" Stan asked excitedly, pointing out another glossy print.
There was a faraway look in his wife's eyes.
"I wonder ..." she began.
"What, darling?" Stan asked.
"We should get a camera too - you never know when it might come in useful!" she smiled.
"That's right, you never know!" Stan laughed in agreement.
