The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much^of the anguish they suffered would logically shave been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest . . . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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Chapter One
Sarah Grimes was slowly and carefully smearing body lotion along the length of her brown colored legs as she prepared for bed. She was dressed in a flimsy orange nightgown that tantalizingly revealed the shapely contours of her luscious nut-brown young body.
Her husband Philip lay across the room on their bed, watching his wife with an admiring eye. Her face was indeed beautiful, with shinging dark eyes that glowed as if lit by an inner fire, a pert little turned-up nose, and full, sensual lips. Her short, softly kinky hair framed her face like a little dark halo, and as he watched her caressing her body with the sweet-smelling lotion she was applying, her husband found himself growing more and more aroused by the desirable sight of her.
Even now, almost a year after their marriage, Philip still felt himself to be extremely lucky to be married to Sarah. After all, he wasn't particularly handsome or well educated, not at all the refined character that one would have expected someone like Sarah to fall in love with. Sarah was truly beautiful, and she had all the graces and refinements of the minister's daughter that she was.
Philip reminisced to himself how wonderful it had been when they had first met and he had realized that she was in fact falling in love with him, as he was with her, and he smiled and lay back on the pillows. He was dressed only in his shorts, so that his muscular and powerful frame were revealed as he contined to pass his gaze along his wife's graceful limbs.
Philip would never have been picked out of a crowd for his good looks, and yet he was actually a very attractive man. His dark brown face, while broad and heavily featured, had a serious, unconquerable expression that offset his powerful physique. His black features exuded a strong sense of masculinity, an almost impenetrable determination that radiated strongly in both his face and body. He had worked hard for his survival from a very early age, had done a lot of manual labor, and he had thrived on it. He had been determined to pull himself out of his econimically deprived background and make his was in the world. He had pride and ambition, and finally he had been able to begin achieving his goals. He had a beautiful, refined wife and the little liquor dealership he had begun was showing a healthy profit that would probably grow as the years went by.
Now he stretched languidly, never taking his eyes from the gentle slope of his wife's naked back, her tan, negress skin glowing through the thin orange nylon of her nightgown. He felt good. It had been a good day at the warehouse, he had had a pleasant dinner with Sarah and now he was ready to really relax.
The young husband smiled, feeling his body grow flush with the first faint traces of desire, and let his hand travel down to the softly pulsing bulge of his cock and balls still hidden inside his shorts. Teasingly he pressed his broad palm against the cloth-covered mound and gently rubbed it until he could feel the long length of his fleshy cock stiffen with excitement, jerking gently like a steady heartbeat. Tonight he would make love to Sarah as never before; he wold fuck his voluptuous wife like a powerful dynamo. His loins grew increasingly warmer as he gazed lustfully at Sarah's supple young black body, and he smiled in eager anticipation.
Yet dimly in the back of his mind he had a small doubt. Sarah had been acting strangely sometimes lately. Sometimes he had even thought that she no longer enjoyed having sex with him, and this was something he could not understand.
The hell with that, he thought. I may not know much about psychology, but I am sure a normal male. And tonight I feel like the original man. There won't be any problems tonight.
"It's been a lovely evening, Philip, don't you think?" his wife interrupted his reverie. "It was so nice of you to take me out to dinner, sweetheart, I really enjoyed it."
"Aw, I enjoyed it too, honey," Philip replied. "I wish you'd hurry up and come to bed now. I feel like getting it on, you know?"
"Oh, Philip," Sarah protested lightly, trying to make a little laughing sound. But she turned her face away so that he could not see the slightly anxious look that his remark had caused. She had felt troubled in the past few months, troubled by the way her husband made love to her. It had been so wonderful at the beginning of thier marriage. She had been a virgin, and on their wedding night he had been so gentle and careful with her that most of her fears had vanished. Soon, she had come to actually enjoy sex, although she had never really had a full orgasm. But Philip had told her eventually, it would happen.
But now, she wasn't so sure. Many times, during the first few months of their marriage, she had nearly reached the ecstatic apex of release, but as the months wore on, Philip seemed to her to become more and more . . . animal-like in his seductions, in a way that she didn't like at all. The young wife had found herself beginning to resist her husband's love-making overtures, and that had caused her to add a feeling of guilt to her already rigidified instincts. It had reached the point where she could barely tolerate making love to him.
It wasn't that she didn't love him; far from it. She adored him from the time she first met him at a girlfriend's birthday party. But now something was wrong . . . something she could not define that was making her body grow cold to his touch.
And when he said things that she considered to be crude, like 'getting it on', she felt herself grow distant and aloof.
Sarah turned to her muscular young husband, masking her disturbed thoughts with a bright smile.
"I'll just go into the bathroom for a minute, honey. Don't worry, I'll just take a minute."
"OK, honey, but step on it. I'm waiting for you."
As she moved across the bedroom towards the bathroom door, Philip's eyes travelled hungrily over the ripely curving lines of her body beneath the clinging nightie. Her breasts were unusually voluptuous, firmly and proudly upthrust like two bursting melons. Her waist was tiny, curving in like an hourglass, then giving way to the rounded bloom of her gently swaying hips. Her legs were slender, tapering perfectly down to her tiny slipper-clad feet.
Man, am I ever waiting! Philip thought pleasantly as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Sarah closed the door carefully behind her, and once she was away from her husband's gaze a dark cloud of trouble immediately crossed her face.
"What's wrong with me?" she thought as she turned the taps on full and gazed at herself in the mirror, searching her face almost as if she would find the answer she sought somewhere in the flickering light of her brown eyes. Suddenly her mind flashed back to her mother's warnings before she and Philip had been married.
She had known right away that her parents did not approve of Philip's social background. Her father was a Baptist minister of a prosperous church, and he and his wife had maintained extremely high standards for all their children. Philip came from a broken home, and his mother had had to work hard to support her children. Philip had never had the benefits of money, education, or enough parental attention.
But when it had become obvious that she and Philip were indeed going to marry, her mother had finally taken her aside.
"Sarah," her mother had said as they sat on the foot of her parents' big satin-covered bed, you're about to take on all the responsibilities of full womanhood now, and I think I can talk frankly to you. A man like Philip, someone with a background so different from yours . . . well, sometimes you may find that he will incline to rather crude behavior. Especially in their sexuality, sometimes this type of man can become so aroused . . . their desires may become so uncontrolled . . . that they may tend to spoil the gentler qualities of womanhood that your father and I have tried to teach you. We haven't wanted to inflict our ideas on your choice of a husband, dear, and it seems so obvious that you and Philip are really in love. But we're afraid that after you marry him you may be drawn into ... a different way of life. Please remember, Sarah, that a lady is a lady at all times. It just may be that you will have to bring your future husband up to your own level on some things. But please, sweetheart, don't become corrupted, don't sink to anything less than what you are."
It had been hard for Sarah to understand what her mother was talking about. It seemed totally ridiculous to her that Philip should be "crude" or an "animal". It was true that he was from a poor family, but his straightforward and no nonsense approach to life had seemed very exciting and reasonable to her. She had been used to the genteel culture of her religious and fairly well-off parents, and so Philip's appearance in her life had brought her into a new and exciting world. She was positive that he would never be brutal to her, or treat her the way her mother anticipated.
She had told her mother how she felt, protested that she felt that Philip could never be that kind of person. And yet, she knew that when she and Philip had married they were deeply concerned.
And now, in her bathroom, Sarah began to think that maybe her mother had been right. Philip seemed to be getting more and more animal-like all the time ... the way he paws me ... it's so ... so crude!
More and more frequently, she realized, he wanted to lick her down there, between her legs, and he had even, on one occasion, asked her to suck him! She had drawn back, shocked and frightened, and her mother's words had rung in her ears like a maddening echo . . . "Please don't sink to anything less than what you are!" She was caught in a painful dilemma: loving her husband and wanting to fulfill her duty as a loving wife, and also wanting to retain her womanly dignity. She couldn't just lose herself in that kind of gross sexuality that Philip was demanding more and more; it was wrong, sinful, a betrayal of everything her parents had brought her up to believe.
"Hey, baby," called Philip from the other room, interrupting her thoughts. "What's keeping you so long? Come on in here!"
She no longer liked it when he called her "baby". At first, she had thought his crude, uncultured language to be almost exotic, charming, and fun. But now it seemed to be just as her mother had warned her it would ... a bit crude. And she didn't know how to tell Philip about her feelings, for he would probably just laugh and make fun of her and her parents, the way he had before they were married. He had said they were "stuffy and old fashioned". Well maybe they are, she thought, but I still love them, and I can't just throw away everything they taught me ... I just can't!!
Tears of confusion welled up in the corners of her eyes as she tried to clear her mind. She dreaded going back into the bedroom, for she knew that Philip was ready and waiting for her to make love. She was frightened, suddenly, and her body shook with light little shivers of apprehension. But she had to go in there, she knew, and so she quickly wiped away the tears, straightened her shoulders and went into the bedroom.
"What took you so long?" Philip inquired, a sly look on his thick features. "Thought maybe you fell in!"
Sarah tried to laugh at his joke, but it just seemed silly, like a prankster schoolboy's tasteless remark. Her eager young black husband had stripped himself naked, she was sure, before he had slid his powerful young body in between the sheets of the bed. Maybe, she thought in the back of her mind, if I say I'm too tired . . . maybe we can just avoid making love tonight.
She yawned a noticeable yawn as she walked around to her side of the bed, then quickly slipped between the sheets.
" Oh, it feels so good to lie down," she sighed, closing her eyes and sinking exaggeratedly into the pillows. "It's been such a long day. I feel as though I could sleep for a week."
"I don't know if I could sleep for a week," her husband replied, propping himself up on one elbow and lightly squeezing the lushly rounded flesh of her hip with his free hand, "but after watching you prance around here in that nightie for the past half hour I sure could stay in bed with you for a week!"
Sarah pretended not to notice his advances and rolled over on her side, her back to him. "And tomorrow I have to be up early to clean house before I go to the library"
"Is that so?" Philip asked, pursuing her averted for and slipping his arms beneath hers so his hand could continue its pleasurable exploration of her languidly extended body. He smiled to himself. Obviously she wanted to be coaxed a little. Well, that was fine. The way he felt tonight, he could spend hours making love to her, investigating every curve and hollow of her voluptuously contoured body until every luscious inch of her was cumming all at once, inside and out! The thought of such a long, lascivious fuck made his temperature rise and his breath come faster, and impulsively he leaned over, burying his lips in the krinkly softness of her hair and pulling her close up against him.
Sarah felt the thick length of his already hardened penis press hotly up against her buttocks, naked beneath the flimsy material of her nightgown. She could see the dark hair that grew on his muscular forearm as his hand searched for the soft fullness of her pink-tipped breasts.
Perversely, she tightened her body against him, as though she wanted all its inviting softness to harden into impenetrable marble.
"Oh, Philip, I'm so tired tonight," she pleaded. "I just don't think I have the energy to make love."
"Don't worry, baby. I've got enough energy for both of us."
He knew she was trying to discourage him, to make the prospect of sex so much of a hassle that he would finally give up. But that wasn't going to work tonight, he'd decided. Tonight all her coy resistance only excited him more, inciting in him the lewd eagerness of the male to rise to the challenge of the chase. He didn't mind her lady-like no-nos. After all, her class was one of the things he'd married her for. Besides, he knew broads were like that! Always saying no and making it sound suspiciously like yes, egging a guy on all the time they were maintaining they weren't that kind of girl. It was all a game, the age-old battle of the sexes, except there weren't any losers, because they both wanted the same thing, as more than one girl had admitted to him as she writhed and moaned ecstatically beneath him while his huge lust-hardened cock drove her on to peak after peak of incredible pleasure.
And his wife was no different, except maybe a little better; hell, she was worth the extra time and effort it took to get her fires stoked. And he'd been to preoccupied with the warehouse lately to give it to her. That was why she was getting so whiny about sex and critical of his language, he realized in a flash. It was her way of demanding a little more than he'd been giving lately. Well tonight he was going to let her know he'd gotten the message.
He felt himself growing more excited by the minute, pervaded by a strangely tender lust at the thought of making her quiver with desire to have the long thick shaft of his rigid male flesh fucking up into the moist dark recesses of her cunt, plunging in and out like a jackhammer inside her until she couldn't take it any more and exploded in the helplessly clinging spasms of total orgasm.
Again he leaned over her prostrate form. "You asleep?" he whispered softly into her shell-like ear, brushing aside the strands of her hair and taking the tiny cushion of her ear lobe between his lips. Sarah had taken advantage of his reverie to ease herself over on her stomach, holding herself as tightly as she could and thereby confining his caresses to the sensual slope of her back and the firmly rounded contours of her buttocks. Her sleepiness, feigned at first, had become more genuine as, lulled by the gentle stroking of his hands, she had actually begun to doze lightly.
"Mmmmmmmm, almost," she replied, stretching comfortably.
Philip reached under the covers, his hand sliding up beneath the sheer material of her nightie to the naked skin of her back. He flung one long sinewy thigh over hers and began rocking back and forth against her, his swollen cock-head throbbing excitedly against the pliant nakedness of her thigh.
"I've never fucked you when you were asleep, have I babe?" he asked, working his hand over her naked flesh and savoring its voluptuous softness.
Sarah pulled away from him, stiffening from within at his blunt way of speaking. Gently, but firmly, with controlled strength, Philip turned his young bride over onto her back, pulled down the sheet and knelt up over her, his legs straddling the tapering columns of her thighs. Sarah tried to turn away from him, but his strong laborer's hands pinned her shoulders deliberately in place.
"Oh Philip, please, I told you I was too -"
Before she cold complete her protests, her determined, young husband had eased the full weight of his naked dark body down on top of her, gripped her head in his hands, and pressed his lips warmly and sensuously against hers. She kept her own lips tightly closed, refusing to answer his embrace. Unperturbed, Philip continued to shower slow, tantalizing kisses on her face and neck.
"Oh stop, stop," she laughed suddenly, as his lips found the sensitive ticklish spot where her neck tapered into her shoulder and he ran his tongue over it playfully.
"Not a chance," she heard him murmur into her hair as his tongue and lips continued their wet titillation of her sensitive skin. Despite her resistance, the young bride felt herself becoming stirred by her husband's caresses. His eagerness was exciting, as was the irresistible strength of his hard masculine body, pressed feverishly against hers, crushing the full firm mounds of her breasts back against her chest and arms. Lightly his tongue snaked over her golden-skinned neck and up to her ear. He began rotating his tongue spirally from the outermost curve of her ear inward until its fleshy tip had drenched her aural cavity with its heated moisture. Then he began blowing cool currents of air directly into her ear, making Sarah shiver with unexpected pleasure. She tried to wriggle away from the tantlizing sensation, which was almost unbearably sharp, but even as she turned her head this way and that, she could feel herself beginning to melt helplessly into a pool of fluid desire that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach, radiating up and outward and causing her to undulate unconsciously against the rock hardness of her husband's nakedly powerful frame.
Shifting his weight, Philip worked one hand up between their tightly locked bodies and cupped it around the quivering softness of her breast. She flinched momentarily, expecting the rough "pawing" that hand become so objectionable to her of late, but was relieved to find that his touch was tender and loving. He pressed his lips down on the ripe fullness of her breast again, and tentatively she wound her arms up around his back, running them shyly over the hard casing of his rib cage, then gradually, as his tongue probed insistently at the white wall of her teeth, with more enthusiasm, until she found herself returning his kisses and gripping his broad, tightly muscled back with less restraint.
She felt her husband's body tremble involuntarily against her, and the knowledge that he so obivously desired her sent a thrill of excitement and love coursing through her. This was the way she wanted him to make love to her, tenderly and slowly, until she felt weak with hot flashes of sweet, arching desire. Lewdly their tongues began to mingle, Philip's flicking and circling around dark moist interior of her mouth, forcing her lips farther open, her own darting tongue dancing teasingly around to meet it. When he had first kissed her that way, in the early days of the courtship, she had found it distasteful, but she had subsequently come to enjoy it, and even become rather skillful at it.
Feeling his new young wife begin to respond with such ardor, Philip experienced a wave of exultant triumph that charged him with a sense of his potent masculinity. Suddenly he broke away from their tight embrace, knelt back on his haunches, and began pulling the thin orange material of her nightie upwards until it was bunched in a thin sheer line under her armpits. His testicles tightened into hard knots and his cock leaped achingly to life at the sight of her ripe young nakedness stretched out on the bed before him. Stimulated by their passionate kissing, her nipples had hardened into tiny little inverted cones that stood straight up from the full, firmly set mounds of her chocolate-brown breasts. His eyes roved lustily over her body, down to" the dark "vee" of soft, kinky hair that nestled right at the juncture of her thighs, and then back up over the lush flare of her hips.
"Oh baby, I could fuck you all night long!"
With an animal-like growl of lust he threw himself over her naked breasts, seizing one hard little brown nipple-bud in his mouth and the other in his hand, while the fingers of his other hand forced her thighs apart and searched for the narrow-slit-like crevice between her softly fleshed cuntal lips.
Sarah had been momentarily jolted out of her erotic spell by his crude words and sudden aggressive attack, but she could not prevent a moan^of pleasure from escaping her lips as she felt his middle finger graze lightly over her swollen clitoris, then, finding the entrance to her vagina already slick with cuntal secretions, slip easily up between her warmly pulsing pussy lips. Involuntarily her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around his finger as, resting his palm on the soft tangle of her pubic mound, he moved the finger in lewd little circles around her firmly clenching cuntal interior, relishing the way she seemed to suck him deeper up inside her.
Greedily his lips and tongue slavered over her heaving breasts, pulling hard on the rubbering nipples until she tried to escape the pleasurable torment that made her wriggle and arch her body in delight all the time her hands were struggling feebly to push him away.
"No . . . no . . . it's too fast . . . stop, please," she murmured weakly, feeling cheated of the romantic seduction she had begun to envision, and startled by the intensity of her own responses.
"Relax, baby, just relax," her husband counseled her. "You don't have to do a thing. Just lean back and let me make your pussy purr!"
His demure young bride winced at his vulgarity. Why did he have to say things like that? she wondered, fighting down hot tears of disappointment. It spoiled the whole mood, everything. Why couldn't he say beautiful romantic things? Wasn't it enough that he made her moan and twist like a . . . gutter wench, she thought with sudden anger? Did he have to talk about it in gutter words, too?
Unaware of his wife's sudden change of mood, Philip withdrew his middle finger from her moist pussy flesh, and to her shock and disgust, proceeded to lick his finger clean of her creamy female secretions.
"Sweetheart, I could eat your whole cunt full of ice cream!" he growled, and before she could protest, he was positioning himself farther down between her thighs, stretched out below her so that his long legs dangled well beyond the end of the bed.
"No, Philip, no!" she objected, her voice rising sharply as she realized his intentions. "Not that! You know I don't like that!"
Philip smiled confidently. Once before, after a Saturday dinner at a restaurant where they had drunk a whole bottle of wine between them, he had succeeded in getting her actually to let him lick her pussy. She had protested, at first, but eventually, her defenses lowered by the wine, she'd started to go crazy under his artful tongue-fucking. It was the closest he had ever gotten to breaking through her strong sexual reserve, and he knew instinctively that it was the way to get to her tonight, even if he had to tie her to the bed to do it.
Resolutely Philip spread the tender lips of her pussy with his thumbs and forefingers, his eyes riveted to the moistly contracting folds of bright pink flesh at the hidden entrance to her cunt. Sarah struggled up into a sitting position, but he pushed her back firmly with the flat of his hand and, burying his head between her thighs, began to lick up and down the entire length of her passion-drenched vaginal slit, savoring the sweetly musky aroma of her female secretions. Reaching up, he massaged and kneaded the quivering nakedness of her hugely set breast's, while his tongue found the hard little bud of her clitoris and searched over its sensitive surface for exactly the nerve ending that would drive her wild.
He knew immediately when he'd found it, for Sarah's struggles intensified as she felt a sharp stab of lewd pleasure that seemed to electrify her insides. It was almost painful, and she bucked and thrashed about on the bed.
"Stop it, please stop it, I can't stand it!" she sobbed, kicking her legs out and trying to escape the searing intensity.
But Philip was not to be stopped. Her struggle only intensified his desire, and as he fought to quiet her wildly heaving body, he suddenly became consumed with the lust for conquest. She was his, and he was going to take her, like a barbarian chieftain subduing a newly captured slave. His own desire, carefully controlled as he strove to arouse her, now surged to the forefront of his consciousness, blotting out everything but the overpowering male instinct for domination. Everything about her - the smell and taste of her, even her angry resistance - began to affect him like an aphrodisiac drug. He began to meet her resistance with real force, pinning her arms to her sides with a grip so hard that her flesh sunk deeply around his fingers, while he continued his adept torture of her now wildly throbbing clitoris.
Hot tears of humiliation coursed down Sarah's cheeks. She hated her husband for doing this to her, for making her respond against her will to his obscene manipulations. I will not give in to this, she thought, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists.
Maybe he can force me to endure it, just because he's stronger than I am, but he can't make my enjoy it! I won't let him!
By this time, Philip could hold himself back no longer. He had to fuck her! Now! Quickly shifting position on the bed, he knelt up between her legs, his thickly distended penis poised right above the entrance to her cunt. So aroused were all his instincts that he didn't even have to guide it in with his hands. It seemed to find its way by itself, sliding deepling inside her as soon as it touched her naked wet cuntal flesh. Immediately his loins began to churn with lust, and his hips began pumping rhythmically back and forth, faster and faster, until his movements were out of his conscious control and he was responding to age-old passions that surpassed his understanding. He only knew that he could go on like this forever, sinking his throbbing, blood-engorged rod of flesh into the tight wet heat of her vaginal depths.
In a grimly determined effort to hasten his cumming in her, Sarah began mechanically pumping her pelvis back and forth to meet his thrusts. She even reached out and around both their legs and began lightly stroking the hair-covered sac of his balls, as she knew he liked that.
"Oh fuck," moaned Philip, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he felt her gentle fingers on his sperm-bloated balls, "Oh, that's it, fuck back, you beautiful black piece of ass, fuck back!"
And suddenly he was there!
"Aaaaaannnngghh!" he grunted as he felt the first thick jets of sperm spurt out of his rapidly jerking cock and deep into her wetly clenching pussy. He fucked into her like a demon, unconscious of everything but the boiling hot liquid that rose from deep in his lust-knotted testicles up into a volcanic eruption that brought release at last to the sexual tension pent up in his churning loins. His determination to bring his as yet unsatisfied wife to the same peak of pleasure that he was experiencing faded away from his mind as his hot male cum jetted upwards into her vainly protesting cuntal depths. He didn't even notice her body stiffening in angry resentment against him as he reached his climax.
Finally, the. last thick droplets of his semen having gushed deeply up into her womb, he felt the rigid hardness of his cock begin to relax, and with a last satisfied thrust, he fell forward across Sarah's body, letting himself collapse into her like a pillow, breathing heavily as he felt his passion subside.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, you are one hell of a good fuck!" he sighed contentedly into her hair.
To his surprise, his nakedly quivering wife's only response was to burst into tears.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked with genuine concern, sliding off her body and trying to look into her eyes.
Sarah didn't reply, but turned over on her stomach and buried her head in her pillow, sobbing. How could she explain to him how she felt? She wanted their lovemaking to be tender and beautiful, not gross and coarse.
"Aw, baby, I'm sorry, I must have shot my load to soon," he said worriedly. Sarah cringed with even greater grief at his use of such a crude analysis. "Oh!" she cried out. "Do you always have to be so ... so crude?"
"What are you talking about?" he replied, genuinely confused.
"You know what I mean! You're just like an animal! Like I'm just your cave woman and you're a cave man who can just use me any way he wants to to satisfy his lust!"
"But, baby, sex is an animal thing. You just have to get into it and let go!"
"Well, I wasn't raised to feel that way about it! I was raised to be a lady!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, your upbringing again!" Philip snapped, starting to get angry. "You want me to send you flowers every time we fuck?"
Sarah just fell silent with a stony rage that even stopped herefrom speaking. For a while she lay awake, imagining that perhaps her husband might be thinking over what she had said and would try to make up with her. But soon she heard the even sound of his breathing, and she knew he had fallen asleep.
Chapter Two
The day was rainy and cold, and to Sarah Grimes it seemed that the weather perfectly matched her mood. She was only grateful she had managed to get through breakfast with her husband without showing any signs of her anger of the night before, and finally he had left for work. She didn't take long herself to prepare to leave the house, putting on a deep wine red sweater and pleated skirt, then adding her raincoat and finally stepping into her platform-soled shoes that would keep her feet out of the water.
It was a short ride in her blue Volkswagen to the local campus where she was to do some research for the art class she was taking in the evenings. Since it was still early in the day she was able to find a parking place not far from the library's main entrance, but she still had to run from her car to the big old brick building in order to keep from getting soaked in the rain.
When she finally arrived in the library she was out of breath, and she hurriedly took off her wet raincoat and stomped her feet to get the water off her smooth brown legs. She took a hanger from the library's coat rack and put her coat over it, hanging it up and looking toward the librarian's desk.
She loved the library. It was an old, musty building, and its stacks were quite extensive. A person could get lost easily in the several vast floors of carefully indexed volumes, with aisle after aisle seeming to lead nowhere, shelves reaching the ceiling everywhere. It was very comforting to her when she had an assignment from her art class and she had to spend the day in the library, poring through the beautifully illustrated volumes of art history, bathing herself in the glorious works of the world's great cultures.
Today she was particularly grateful that her professor had assigned the class to do some research. She was determined to take the opportunity to lose herself completely in her books, forgetting her very real troubles with her husband for the moment. Perhaps she hoped that by ignoring the situation, it would get a little better, but even if it didn't, she could at least enjoy today!
She strode over to the librarian's desk and waited for the woman to help her. She had decided to center her project for class around a particular era in Greek sculpture, and she explained this to the librarian, requesting directions to the proper section of the library. The gray-haired librarian peered at her sympathetically over her glasses, assuming an almost motherly air as she sensed something of the tender emotional state of the young, sweet-faced black woman standing before her desk. She very kindly directed Sarah to a section on the library's third floor.
Stepping off the old, slow-moving elevator to the third floor, Sarah followed the lady's instructions, heading for the very back of the library. I never realized this library was so big, she thought as her footsteps echoed slowly down the long, dim aisle she was following. But by matching the numbers on the shelves with the numbers the librarian had written down for her, she soon located the shelf that held the books she was looking for.
The library was silent except for her own breathing, and Sarah felt a great sense of relief at finding herself in complete solitude. She saw a small step-stool not far from her, and pulled it over to the section she was interested in. Eagerly, she opened the first book that came to her eye, an old, large, illustrated volume, with large gilt letters at the opening of every paragraph. Browsing through its big, colorful pages, she came upon a striking photograph that completely arrested her attention.
It was an ancient sculpture, carved in gleaming marble, of two naked human figures, male and female, locked in an overpowering embrace of love. Sarah could not bring herself to turn the page. She stared at the dramatically lighted color photograph, and instantly she felt projected into the sculpture, as though she herself were the girl depicted, who rested delicately against her lover's shoulder, eyes closed in a graceful rapture that was complemented by the tender embrace of the perfectly featured boy who held her gently against his naked body. The sentiment expressed in the work of art struck her to the core of her being.
In her heart she found herself wishing that Philip could understand feelings of this kind. Somehow that seemed impossible. But I love Philip, she thought. I just wish he'd treat me differently ... in a more . . . graceful way.
She began to imagine what it would be like to be married to someone like the young man in the sculpture whose naked body expressed the tender, sensitive emotions she imagined, someone who would treat her like a lady and make sexuality a thing of bLossoming beauty. Yes, she thought, that's what it should be like.
The young black wife leaned back against the step-stool she was seated upon, and in the musty, almost stuffy, but reassuringly quiet air of the library she grew slightly aroused. She closed the book, stretching her voluptuous body languidly. Closing her eyes, she began to drift on a cloud of fantasy, and strange images appeared in her mind.
She could see herself, as she daydreamed, seated in an ancient walled garden. She became filled with a deep, aching yearning . . . a yearning for someone to appear and share her idyllic innocence . . . someone like the young boy in the sculpture . . . someone gentle and understanding . . . someone with a fine mind and tender ways.
I've never really known any man but Philip, she realized unhappily. Maybe my parents were right. Maybe I should have waited until someone more refined came along. Someone with more education . . .
Still daydreaming, she pretended that as she sat in innocent nakedness in the garden, the handsome young man approached her ... he too in his primeval and perfect nakedness, smiling with infinite joy as he approached. She could almost hear him speak . . .
"Let me worship your shining body ..." he seemed to say, his eyes glittering with love and admiration . . .
Oh, she wanted him to love her, to share his sensual joy with her. Her eyes still tightly closed, she became seized with a lewd erotic urgency and unconsciously she began to pull up her sweater to fondle the smooth skin of her belly.
"Yes ..." she whispered softly, still lost in her dream, "Yes . . . love me . . . love me ..."
Suddenly she became aware of what she was doing. "Oh my goodness," she said aloud, and almost laughed nervously. She glanced all around her, making sure she had not been seen, quickly pulling down her sweater.
But in fact she was in a remote corner of the library stacks. There was no sound of any human activity on the whole floor, and she was in the farthest corner of the building. All around her were ceiling-high shelves of books, and no one could see her where she was sitting, even if there had been someone on the third floor of the library.
I'm being silly, she thought to herself. Maybe Philip is right. Maybe I do spend too much time with books.
Yet even as she reproached herself, the romantic young wife could not deny that she wanted something thrilling and new to come into her life. She didn't want to be only a housewife with a coarse young husband, she wanted more. She wanted her life to be full of the kind of extraordinary emotion and romance she read about, where sex wasn't a feverishly frantic animal activity, but- a delicate and beautiful revelation of the soul, a tender sharing of the sensual mysteries and delights. Her own life felt drab and constrained compared to the world of her imagination. It seemed as though everything that happened to her was part of a strange conspiracy to make her forget every beautiful notion she'd ever had.
Why can't I let myself go once in a while? she thought. Do things a little dramatic . . . not in the way Philip thinks of it . . . but the way they do in books . . . why couldn't I be naked in a garden if I felt like it? After all, nobody could see. But I am so afraid of everything that's free and daring . . .
Sarah felt a determination growing in her to rebel somehow against the things that kept her from being her "true self" She wanted to be someone else, a primeval vixen, romantic and maybe even a little wicked, someone who knew the ways of life and nature, and could be sensual and exciting without being vulgar.
"I should have been born in the ancient days," she said to herself. Maybe I should have been a glorious maiden loved by a handsome youth ... a musician or a poet ..."
Sarah was carried further and further away by her strange chain of thought, until she began to feel that her daily life was helplessly closed in and thwarted. Every possibility for adventure and romance seemed completely closed off then. She resented her parents for making things so difficult with Philip, and she resented Philip for denying her the finer qualities of life that she craved. Her tormented mind again centered on what she considered the insensitivity of her husband's lovemaking the night before, and how much she had resented it.
It's not that I don't want to make love to him, she thought. I do. I want to be sensual and warm, but not the way he wants it. That's wrong ... I know it's wrong.
Suddenly Sarah became angry at all of them, angry even at the world for being so hard to understand.
I don't even love my own body, she realized bitterly. I'm afraid of the natural love instincts of my own innocent body! My beautiful, sweet female body! Lovingly, she began caressing up and down her form with both of her hands, as though she could make up for all the self-denial she had been forced to undergo. Little shivers of forbidden pleasure began to course through her body, and she sighed deeply. Imagining herself to be naked once again in her primeval garden, fantasizing that the hard step-stool she was reclining against was in fact a carved marble bench and that the songbirds of ancient times were singing to her from the branches of olive trees around her, she smiled happily, feeling like a true child of nature, a wood nymph magically transported away from the twentieth century.
As her hands passed over the sensuous mounds of her breasts and down over the flaring of her soft hips, then inward to the gently rising pubic mound under her skirt, she writhed gently, as though she were drinking in the delicious pleasure that enveloped her from head to foot as she became more and more deeply involved in her fantasy.
Suddenly Sarah could bear it no longer. She had to break out of her dull, frightened approach to life. She had to learn to love herself, so that she could begin to love life! She could, and she would! She longed to feel her whole body tingling with natural warmth.
With trembling fingers, she continued to caress and massage the lush curves of her young body. Ignoring the dim warnings of her conscience, she slipped her hands under her sweater and pushed aside the stretchy white lace of her brassiere to fondle her breasts. At once her dark brown areolas tightened, pushing the tips out like two tiny little peas, hard as rubber and faintly pulsing with pleasure. She slid her hands downward again, feeling the tapered smoothness of her thighs. Her heart began to beat faster as she moved her hands upward, sliding under her skirt towards the warm triangle between her legs.
Nervously she once again darted her eyes down'the aisle where she was hidden, to assure herself that there was no one watching. Then, satisfied that she was alone in her delicious reverie, she lay back against the step-stool, relishing the warm touch of her hands upon the softly curling mound of her pubic triangle.
With a deep sigh of luxuriant pleasure, Sarah sank back, blissfully happy, and felt her tingling body grow warmer and warmer in the quiet stillness of the library. She opened her legs slightly, pushing the tiny strip of her stretch lace panties aside so that she could feel the warmth of her hand directly on her softly quivering cuntal flesh nestled in the curly down of her pubic hair. A little ripple of delight shuddered through her, for the gentle touch of her fingers on her pubic "vee" felt like tender little kisses from her phantom lover and she eagerly opened her legs wider to increase the strangely erotie feeling.
She closed her eyes, and her entire vaginal area began throbbing with titillating wisps of forbidden pleasure, every inch of her languidly reclining young body tingling with erotic delight. She sighed and twisted gently, feeling almost as if he were floating on a warm cloud, far, far away. Unconsciously her hands began to rove up and down her lower torso, brushing like a soft swallow's wings against her smooth grown skin. She cupped again the soft resilient mounds of her breasts in both hands, squeezing the pliant flesh gently, and as she did, steadily growing ripples of electric pleasure began to surge out through her gently undulating'body with more and more insistency. She began to lose all consciousness of time and place, bathed in her lush fantasy, carried aloft by her imaginings, and soon her lewdly adventurous fingers began to creep down, unbuttoning the waistband of her skirt so that her hands could pass across the velvety plane of her abdomen, until her fingers twined themselves in the kinky strands of pubic hair that surrounded the quietly pulsing split of her moistly awakening pussy.
Dimly she knew that her actions were somewhat immoral, but she didn't care, now. A mounting sense of sexual urgency, spurred on by the beauty and simplicity of her fantasy-world, drove her onwards, making her forget all conscience and morality. Her probing fingers slipped steadily downwards until they reached the place where the protective pubic triangle gave wa'y to the pinkly heated flesh of her vagina.
Tenderly, she let her fingers touch the dark cuntal furrow, and at once a glowing warmth spread outwards until it made every part of her nakedly aroused young body pulse with happiness. Carried away by her newfound pleasure, she slowly began to explore the quivering folds of her vaginal area with increasing abandon, letting her fingers trail playfully up and down the steadily moistening slit.
"Oh yes," she moaned softly, "yes, yes ..."
Soon she found the tender little bud of her clitoris, and deftly began to explore that little penis-like area with gentle strokes, until it hardened under her touch and began to quiver with sensuality. She continued to stroke it until she could barely stand the delicious, tingling pleasure that began to rise in her hungrily throbbing vagina and race through her blood like an urgent fever.
"Mmmmmnnnnmmmmnnn ..." she mewled, flailing her head from side to side. She could scarcely believe how wonderful it felt. It was different somehow touching herself like this, not at all like having someone else do it, almost as though she and she alone possessed the key to unlocking the pleasures of her body. Once in a while, in her adolescence, she had played with herself down there, but something had always held her back, a gnawing sense of anxiety and shame that made her feel she was doing wrong. But she had read enough books to know it was perfectly normal, although she had never gone further than just a little timid exploration. Now, however, overwhelmed with the captivating spell of her fantasy, the warm aphrodisiacal influence of her own touch, and a rapidly increasing sense of wanton delight, she allowed her exploring fingers to stroke and tease her madly throbbing clitoris without restraint. "Ooooohhhh ..." she moaned as tantalizing little thrills of pleasure' spread through her loins like exploding starfire. Eagerly she bent her knees and spread her quiveringly naked thighs apart so that she could have full access to her wetly pulsating vaginal cleft. Her hungrily adventurous fingers moved away from her tiny twitching clitoris and slid smoothly down the wetly throbbing flesh of her vaginal slit until they approached the oval-shaped ring of her cuntal entrance. Lightly she let her fingers graze the moistly puckered hole, and then, with a tremor of erotic delight, pressed th'e tips of two slender fingers inwards, so that they slipped just inside the warmly enclosing flesh.
"Ahhhh," she gasped, as the contact of her fingers on the sensitive inner walls of her pussy produced a deliciously sweet, aching sensation that traveled the entire length of her heatedly aroused young body. She lay in a pool of warm sensation, her nakedly quivering flesh growing rapidly more excited, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her face contorted into a strange mask of obscene desire, as her fingers probed deeper and deeper into the hot wet interior of her cunt, that parted like the waters of the ocean before the prow of a ship!
Chapter Three
Sarah was so absorbed in her delirious self-gratification that she no longer cared whether or not anyone was watching. She was completely enveloped in languid waves of pleasure, and in her vague dream-fantasy of her sensitive, poetic young lover, a dream youth who would carry her away. So captivated was she by the surging lust that billowed through her body like the incessant waves of the sea, that she didn't hear the sounds of footsteps approaching her little corner, nor notice that, from the other side of the bookshelf beside her, peering between the books, a pair of male eyes watched her with hypnotic intensity.
The excited observer was a handsome young white man in his late teens. His perfectly proportioned body was dressed in a loose-fitting white cotton overshirt and snugly fitting, soft and faded Levis. His face was wholesome and appealing, with blond hair that curled gently around his face, bright green eyes, an aquiline nose and ripe, tender lips. His expression grew into total wonderment as he watched the unsuspecting young housewife feverishly pressing her fingers deeply into the heated interior of her cuntal depths. This was the last thing he had expected to find on his library assignment! His eyes glinted darkly with an aroused passion as he continued to stare secretly at the beautiful young black woman before him.
"Far out!" he murmured to himself in his concealed position on the other side of the bookshelf. A studious boy who spent most of his time alone, he had come to the remote section of the library, in search of what he now saw was the same book that Sarah had let fall to the floor beside her.
Now, as he watched the beautiful young wife twisting and writhing her body orgiastically, he grew aroused, and his massively pulsing young genitals began to swell insistently in the tight crotch of his Levis. Eagerly, he reached a hand down to stroke the long thick outline of his hugely stiffened young cock, never taking his eyes from the riveting spetacle of the unknown young woman who had now inserted two of her fingers all the way up inside her eagerly widening vaginal interior, and was plunging them quickly in and out, while she moaned softly in obvious pleasure.
She probably got so excited by that book of ancient erotic sculpture that she couldn 't keep from getting turned on! he suddenly realized as he almost automatically unzipped the bulging fly of his trousers. That stuff is really beautiful and it must have been too much for her! Wow!
His sensitive mouth formed a little smile and his enthusiastic brain began to flood with obscene ideas, while his clutching hand grasped the turgid hardness of his cock and guided it out of the confining folds of his shorts and Levis so that it stood nakedly erect, jutting out from the front of his unzipped pants. The young man gripped the muscular shaft tightly in one hand, while he cupped the hotly pulsing mound of his testicles with the other, and began to pump rhythmically, slowly at first, while he continued to ogle the obscene display of writhing, moaning femininity in the remote corner of the library.
Meanwhile, Sarah had aroused herself to lurid heights of sexual delight, as she probed and prodded lewdly with her fingers, until her twitching pussy churned with wetly pulsing pleasure. Her jack-knifed legs jerked wildly as she continued to splay her thighs open in an attempt to widen her cuntal passage as much as possible. She stiffened the middle finger of her left hand, and thrust it hungrily now up into her undulating female interior.
"Oh this feels so good, soooo good!" the abandoned young wife moaned inwardly as she drove her middle finger upwards into the furiously contracting depths of her quaking vagina. Lewdly she teased the passion-swollen button of her aching clitoris, pressing her lust-driven fingers hotly into the hard little bud of flesh.
Her mind reeled in an erotic torrent of sensual fantasy while her body writhed in shameless pleasure. As she continued to finger herself ecstatically, she heard echoes in her brain of the imagined words of her lover, saw images in her mind's eye of the naked young boy she had seen in the art book, and she yearned a nameless erotic yearning as every inch of her skin radiated with unimaginable warmth, and her young body seethed with unbridled pleasure. An ocean of bliss surrounded her and her mouth hung open in an awe-struck response to the overwhelming delight she was experiencing from her head to her toes.
From his hidden position behind the bookshelf, the strange young man was also growing nearly overwhelmed with frenetic sensuality as his eyes hungrily drank in the sight of the obscenely splayed young wife before him. His hand jerked maniacally at his rigidly erected young cock, swollen now to a pulsating thickness and straining urgently towards release as he pumped furiously with his sweat-dampened hand.
Oh Christ! he ruminated darkly. This is too much! She's so beautiful! And so far out! She's a gold mine! I want her!
His eyes were slitted half-closed both from ecstasy of his manual manipulations, and from the excited intensity of his thoughts. The beautiful young man, a retiring, isolated art student, had often lived much of his life in fantasy. From the time his parents had died when he was a small boy and had left him to a rich, old maiden aunt, he had begun to construct his own inner world of rich fantasy and love with which he had attempted to fill the void in himself.
You Adam, for that was his name, had never learned the social graces that would have enabled him to have normal relation- ships with girls his own age. Instead, he had envisioned a woman like this, someone mature and adult and yet still young and beautiful, someone who was spontaneously aroused by her own beautiful body, someone to whom he wouldn't have to speak much, someone who was tender and vulnerable to the lonely vibrations of unfulfilled love.
The sight now of a naively romantic negress finger-fucking herself in the library stacks, aroused by the sight of the beautiful ancient sculptures he knew were in the book she had dropped, seemed too good to be true, like an incredible fantasy, the issue of his intense imagination.
"Yes, my little angel," he whispered darkly, "I must have you."
With a new burst of strength and lewd excitement, he gripped his lust-thickened cock tightly, so tightly that it jerked with steadily mounting urgency. He was going to cum soon, he could tell from the swelling, aching pressure in his lust-tightened balls.
I'd like to cum for her, he thought. I'd like to cum right in front of her, drench her beautiful brown skin with my cum!
Completely unaware that she was being watched, Sarah Grimes was now at a frenzied peak of excitement. Her body jerked spasmodically, nearly out of control, as her madly thrusting middle finger burrowed hotly in and out of her moist young cuntal walls.
"Uuuunnn," she moaned aloud, no longer able to suppress the ecstatic rush of pleasure that raced through her body like billowing gusts of wind.
Her other hand pressed mercilessly at the swollen bud her clitoris, which vibrated with obscene electrical excitement, making her loins burn with the searing flames of passion. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she still imagined her ancient Greek dream lover. In her dream they were both naked, with marble flesh, and he was holding the long thick rod of his male flesh gently in his hands, offering to excited eyes his love-distended hardness, while she opened her own treasures to him beautifully, like a blossom unfolding in the sun. They were sharing each other's hotly excited joy, their eyes locked in unbelievable happiness, radiant in their nakedness and mutual self-gratification. Sarah though she would explode from the churning thrills that shuddered through every part of her nakedly writhing young body as the image of her phantom lover became more vividly real in her imagination.
Adam, meanwhile, excited past reason in his peeping-tom position, felt himself consumed with barbaric, animal lust. He too was losing himself in fantasies. No longer wishing to manipulate himself privately, behind the bookshelf, he had become obsessed with the idea of achieving his orgasm before the beautiful eyes of the girl whose nakedly upturned pussy, stuffed with her own fingers, filled his gaze. He, too, wanted to be in the open, spilling his semen brazenly, in the open, the way the ancients would have done. Still pumping his hotly straining cock, his eyes glazed with desire, he began to stagger forward, unconscious of everything but his own thundering sexuality. Breathing hard, he moved the few feet of distance to the end of the bookshelf, then turned the corner so that he faced Sarah directly, still jerking his massively pulsing cock.
Everything was hazy and unreal as he stumbled towards her. He was going to cum soon, cum soon, he had to get to her, he had to cum in front of her, for her!
Still unaware of her unseen observer's activity, the young wife was also on the brink of cumming! Her body shook with the uncontrollable tremors of her passion, and her widely dilated cuntal flesh burned as if a million tongues of flaming pleasure had suddenly been set ablaze inside of her. Suddenly, as her rapidly tunneling finger drove relentlessly up into her heated vaginal depths, her cuntal walls began to throb with unbearable excitement. She reached the climax of her orgiastic acitvity, and a sweet rush of feminine secretions began to gush forth in tumultuous release.
"Aaaannnggghhh!" the ecstatic young wife moaned like a wounded animal as she reached the torrid peak of her self-induced pleasure! Dimly she seemed to hear other sounds of pleasure, sounds made by someone else. Tossed like a helpless raft on a hurricane of thrills, she was barely able to open her eyes to see what was happening. Still cumming furiously, and unable to stop the relentless wave of electric release that consumed her and made her a writhing captive of her own body's demands, she seemed to see someone there! Someone who looked like her dream lover! In her delirious state she could not separate reality from fantasy! It seemed that her marble lover had come to life before her eyes! And he had his huge cock in his hand and was about to cum!
"Uuuuunnnngggghhh!" the young stranger cried out as the first lewd jet of his milk-white cum squirted obscenely out of his hand-gripped cock. "I'm cummmmm-mmmmmmmmmiiinnnggg!!"
Sarah was torn with shock on one hand, at the sudden realization of her dream, and staggered, on the other, by the uncontrollable thrills of her own still-gushing orgasm. Somehow the sudden nightmarish turn of events only serbed to heighten her scalding pleasure, for she could only groan helplessly and see her monumental release through to the end.
"Ooooohhhh ..." Adam mewled, as he continued to pump at his endlessly spewing cock, pouring great splashes of his thick white semen on the library's ancient wooden floor.
Finally, after what seemed an eon of unbearable pleasure, the wanton pair reached the end of their lewd excitement. As Sarah's mind finally began to clear, she realized that her brain wasn't playing tricks on her, that there actually was someone standing in front of her, an incredibly handsome white youth of about eighteen. She gasped, and still breathless from the dynamic intensity of her orgasm, desperately clutched at her skirt, trying hastily to cover her still-throbbing pussy.
"Who,,, who are you?" she demanded, her bewildered mind barely able to function. "What are you doing here?"
"Please . . . please don't be afraid, Miss," Adam replied in his sincere, boyish manner, quickly stuffing his rapidly softening cock back inside his pants. "I couldn't help myself ..."
"Please go away and leave me alone, she whimpered, feverishly trying to put her clothing in order, still flushed with the heated ecstasy she had just experienced.
"You were so beautiful ... I saw you had been looking at the book ... I just thought you were so beautiful . . . I'm . . . sorry ..."
"You saw me?" she cried, a tremor of shame and humiliation suddenly coursing through her shuddering frame. "You mean you watched . . . while ..."
"Yes . . . oh, yes ... I know it was wrong, but you were so beautiful . . .doing that to yourself . . . please forgive me ... "
Sarah was thunderstruck at the realization that this strange and handsome youth had witnessed her private act, her shameful finger-fucking, and yet she couldn't help notice that his eyes were shining with sensitive tenderness, so much so that she began to wonder if fate hadn't, by some strange miracle, sent her the marble god she had longed for!
"Please . . . whoever you are . . . please go away now ... I have to get ready to go . . .please ..."
Slowly, with infinite sadness and melancholy, Adam backed away from the fearfully mortified young wife, until he disappeared among the library stacks like an apparition. Sarah waited until he was out of sight before she even had the presence to sit upright again. It seemed to her that the whole thing was like a wild hallucination, that the boy had appeared from nowwhere and returned there as if by magic. Yet the harsh reality was that she had actually been seen in her nakedness and self-induced passion! She had let herself go shamelessly and had been watched by someone who, she knew deep in her heart, was probably just a college student, not some dream lover from ancient Greece!
"Oh God, what have 1 done?" she whispered, overcome with shame and regret. Her ripe young body still bathed in humiliation, she rose and began to pick out the books she needed with shaking hands, her eyes darting frequently down the library aisle, nervous that the mysterious, handsome youth might still be watching. Then she gathered up the books and her purse, "I've got to go now," she murmured almost fearfully to herself, near frantic with anxiety. She was almost too afraid to step out into the main aisle of the library, afraid that he would be there, waiting for her.
Moments later, her raincoat around her shoulders, she stepped out into the still-falling rain and headed for her car. She didn not see the boy at a discreet distance behind her, his strange eyes fastened on the appealing curves of her voluptuous young body as she moved hurriedly across the parking lot. She did not see him as he took the little notebook and pencil from his pocket and made a note of her car's license number, saying to himself:
"I've got to see you again, my beautiful black goddess, I've got to see you again!"
Chapter Four
Sarah Grimes sat at her makeshift desk on the dining room table the next morning, vainly trying to concentrate on the art class paper she was writing. The books she had checked out of the library the day before were in front of her, and now they seemed like accusing reminders of her wanton behavior in the library stacks. Of course, she had been completely unable to talk to her husband about what had happened. He would never have understood what could have possibly led her to behave like that, and if he knew that someone had actually seen her doing it, and then he had approached her and joined in with her lewd act, he would never have rested until he had found the boy and physically punished him with his fists!
And she certainly didn't want that to happen. Even though he had actually been terribly wrong in watching her like that and then fingering himself to orgasm in front of her, she felt an almost maternal tenderness toward the boy. He seemed so sensitive and sad when I sent him away, she thought. I guess he just couldn't control himself, seeing me like that. In a flash she remembered the sight of the lewdly arching jet of sperm spurting out of his tightly gripped cock, and blushed from head to toe. She could feel her whole body flush at the memory, and her stomach seemed to turn over in a curious mixture of ear and excitement. He had watched her entire lewd display, she realized. She must never be*so foolish again! Suppose he had been some sort of sex pervert? Who knows what might have happened?
Sarah plunged into her bookwork in an effort to shut both her problems with Philip and the disturbingly recurring memory of the handsome youth out of her mind. Yet, no matter how she tried to avoid it, her mind constantly returned to that incredible moment when the blonde-haired young man had appeared in front of her out of nowhere, lewdly manipulating his huge, lust-swollen cock that burst into orgasmic eruption just as she herself had reached her own ecstatic climax. She knew that it was a shameful incident, yet somehow she felt strangely thrilled by it as well. In fact, deep down inside, the young wife had to acknowledge that the sensual excitement she experienced as she and the mysterious young man achieved their mutual, self-induced release was one of the most thrilling moments of her entire life transcending easily in its bizarre romanticism anything she had felt with her own husband. The lurid details of their encounter were rapidly becoming less vivid in her mind than the strangeness of it all, and the look of ineffable sadness in the boy's eyes as he backed away from her. She found herself almost wishing she could see him again and mentally rehearsed what she would say. Forbidden spasms ol excited longing and delight reppled through her the more she thought about it.
"Sarah Grimes, this is ridiculous," she finally chastized herself, as she determinedly slammed her pencil down on the table. "You're a married woman with responsibilities to your husband. You can't just let yourself get carried away, no matter how exciting it seems."
Suddenly the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone. A bit surprized, she jumped up from her chair and. hurried towards the front door, patting her short Afro into place. She was dressed only in a red halter top, navy blue shorts, and her feet were bare. Most of her nut-brown young body was provocatively visible. Quickly adjusting her halter and smoothing the snug shorts around her ripely curving hips, she went expectantly to the front door and opened it. Standing before her was the boy himself! Adam was dressed as he had been the day before, the light material of his loose white shirt revealing his lean, muscular frame, his faded blue levis clinging to his athletic hips and legs. His blonde hair framed his face with curling tendrils and his clear green eyes looked at her with tortured intensity. At the sight of him on her own front steps, Sarah's heart skipped a beat and she gasped with a curious mixture of shock and happiness. Her lush body trembled with anxiety and confusion, and her mouth fell open in surprise, although she could think of nothing to say.
"Please, ma'am" he began, smiling humbly, "don't sent me away. I had to come to see you again . . . please don't think I'm weird or anything ..."
"How . . . how did you find me?" Sarah interrupted.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I took down your license number and got your address from the Automobile Club. I just had to find you!"
"But . . . how dare you do such a thing?" exclaimed Sarah. "You have no right to come here like this! Now go away and leave me alone! Before I call my husband at work!"
"Oh, please, ma'am, don't do that, wait a minute!" There was a desperate quiver in the boy's voice as he pleaded with her, and the young wife's heart swelled with unexpected sympathy as she noticed his sensitive eyes begin to fill with tears. "Please . . . let me . . . just talk to you and explain why I had to come here. Please."
The distraught young man's heartfelt pleas worked quickly to soften Sarah's ire, and once more she found herself falling victim to the fatal attaction she felt for him. Impulsively brushing aside her initial apprehension and anger, she opened the door to admit the young white boy.
"All right," she said in a soft voice.
"You can come in for a minute. But my husband will be coming home for lunch soon, and you mustn't be here then!"
"I understand . . . thank you . . . I'll only stay a few minutes."
With a gentle smile, the young wife let the slender youth walked past into the house, and as she closed the door, she felt a shiver of excitement course through her young body at being so close to him again. He was so beautiful! Just like the boy in the beautiful ancient sculpture!
Who is he! she thought feverishly. Why has he come into my life like this?
Composing herself as best she could, the apprehensive young wife led him into the small sitting room of her home. Sitting on one end of the little sofa, she motioned him to take a seat on the other. He did so, and sat, not daring to look at her, the picture of abject humiliation.
"I just want you to know that I'm not sorry about what happend yesterday, not really. I know I did the wrong thing, and it was terrible of me to spy on you like that and then do what I did . . . but I couldn't control myself. When I saw you . . . making love to yourself like that with your finger up between your legs . . . you were so beautiful ... I loved you instantly! You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen!"
Sarah could feel the sharp thrill of romantic delight racing through her mind. What he was saying was so sweet and passionate, and her lonely mind had longed for this kind of sentiment for so long!
"I guess most people would say I made a fool of myself. But you were like something out of a dream ... so beautiful and natural there like that. Would you tell me something honestly? Don't you feel that was somehow meant to be, too?"
The young wife felt a rush of sympathy and embarrassment at his sincere question, and as he had poured out his story, his eyes gazing into hers with tender openness, his manner so shy and appealing, she found herself touched by his honesty and youthful sincereity. After all, it was she who had inadvertantly provoked his shameful act the day before. He had only been carried away, as she herself had been, by the spell of the moment, and the seeming realization of their lonely dreams. Dimly her conscience was sending her alarm warnings, urging her to tell the boy to leave before it was too late, but she decided to ignore its demands, feeling that there was something more important for her to learn from this youth. Her brown eyes wandered almost longingly over his slender young body, so fragile compared to her husband's muscular masculinity, and her heart pounded in her chest with tender emotion. The least she could do was answer him honestly.
"I don't know," she began. "I got carried away my self yesterday." She flushed with embarrassment and lowered her eyes. "I did things I shouldn't have done. But there was something . . . something about the way it happened ... I mean you seemed to have been placed there by some spiritual force ..." She didn't know how to tell him that he had appeared to her to be the lover she had been dreaming about.
Trembling for no reason she could understand, Sarah found herself wondering what to say next. For a few moments, the young man remained with his eyes fixed on her, an expression of sweet longing in his face.
"I love you," he said finally, in a voice barely audible. "From the moment I saw you yesterday, I wanted to tell you." His green eyes were riveted on her face, as though his life depended on her reaction.
Sarah was surprised, yet she found herself growing more flushed and strangely excited by his admission. Her ample breasts rose and fell more rapidly inside the constraints of her skimpy halter, and Adam could barely stop himself from reaching out and taking her in his arms, dropping all inhibitions.
"I'm . . . very flattered . . . really," she said in a voice mixed with uncertainty and excitement. "I don't even know your name."
"Sarah," he said, "I am Adam." Sarah was nearly ready to cry from the torrent of emotions she felt for the good looking youth. It seemed once again as though he had been sent to her, to relieve her of the terrible heartache. Their eyes locked in electric contact, every muscle in both their bodies straining to come together, both of them rose mechanically. At that moment all walls and barriers seemed to dissolve, and they moved towards each other. In the next moment they were locked in a forbidden embrace, their hands gripping tightly to each other's bodies, clutching hold of each other for dear life, like two shipwrecked strangers on an island.
Adam drew away from her slightly, his full, warm lips seeking hers, and soon they were kissing hungrily, their mouths pressed together in steadily mounting desire.
For Sarah it was like an incredible fantasy come true. The thrills she experienced as she kissed the youth made her softly rounded body tremble with desire from head to foot.
"Sarah, you need me!" said Adam. "I feel it. You do need me!"
And in that instant Sarah knew that he was telling the truth. Feeling the beginnings of a release that she had never before known in life, the young wife found herself holding his lean, hard body tightly and kissing him with love and desperation, submerged in th extraordinary pleasure of her unleashed dreams and desires. He was so pure, so innocent!
"But . . . but my husband will be home in an hour!" she murmured anxiously as Adam began to shower her neck and shoulders with hot kisses. "He mustn't find us ... "
"It's all right," he whispered to her. "It will be over before he comes home. We have a little time." With his mounting arousal, his thick young cock grew as hard as a rock and pressed insistently against the tight material of his levis. His sexual appetite was hotly aroused now, and he moved with steady determination to overcome all her apprehension. He had to have her. She needed the touch of his mouth upon her nakedly exposed pussy! "Please," he whispered. "Let me see your body naked!"
"Oh . . . " Sarah murmured, unable to stop the rising tide of joy that rippled through her like a tidal flow.
"Please ... we may never see each other again . . . never. Let me see your primeval nakedness, my goddess, your dark velvet skin."
Almost as if in a dream the overwhelmed young wife found herself responding eagerly to his suggestion, ignoring all warnings of her conscience. Tingling with excitement, she stepped back from him slightly and began unhooking her halter, exposing her throbbingly excited young breasts to the air. Her dark areolas tightned instantly, and the dark brown buds of her nipples grew erect and tight, jutting out pulsingly from the pear-shaped brown mounds.
"Oh, such beautiful breasts," Adam moaned, as his eyes fell on the firmly upthrust mounds. "Oh let me suck them, please ..."
Before she could protest, the young man had embraced her once more, gripping her naked back with his hands, and bending his face down to lick lightly at the nakedly quivering flesh of her breasts, soft as doves, sucking first one and then the other dark-nippled mound while she moaned with pleasure from his deft oral manipulations. Her husband had never treated her like this, so tenderly, so reverently, and she found herself lost in blissful delight. She held his head gently, tangling her fingers in his blond hair, while his mouth worked eagerly over her softly resilient flesh.
"Ooohh," she moaned, "Oooh ..." Adam began slowly to lower himself, letting his warmly licking tongue trail wetly downwards until it reached the narrow waistband of her tight shorts. Then, kneeling before, he carefully unhooked the shorts and lowered them slowly over the blooming curves of her voluptuously flaring hips and on down the gracefully tapering lines of her brown legs. Sarah allowed him to do so as if she were caught in a hypnotic spell, enchanted by the wonderfully romantic idea of this handsome, idyllic youth undressing her as if she were a goddess to whose beauty he was paying tribute. There was something - intensely exciting, too, about her forbidden wickedness of what was happening. She and Adam were sharing a delicious secret, a special moment that none in the world would know about. It was like a gift from the gods, a dream come true, and she reveled in it. Delicately she lifted first one foot and then the other to allow the now hotly lustful youth to remove her shorts, and then, her eyes shining with happiness, they eased down onto the plush, shag-rugged floor, where she reclined, clad only in a pair of pink bikini panties, that contrasted richly with the warm browness of her nakedly gleaming flesh.
"Let me be naked with you," the young man whispered ardently.
"Oh yes," Sarah replied, closing her eyes, and drifting like a child into the highly active world of her inflamed imagination. She imagined she was back in her ancient garden, about to have an idyllic affair with this young primeval boy sent from heaven. She felt vibrantly alive, her nearly naked body trembling with eager anticipation, anxious to release all the love she had kept in reserve for her sacred lover, the lover from her girlhood dreams.
Adam eagerly began stripping himself naked as he knelt on the soft, thick rug beside her. Sarah watched as his lithe and muscular young body was fully revealed to her yes. She couldn't help but be deeply thrilled by the slender, hard maleness of his frame, and the obscene beauty of his long thick cock that sprang quiveringly erect as he eased his white cotton shorts down past his lean hips. He looked just as perfectly formed as the boy in the sculpture! His heavily swaying balls tightened and wrinkled in their soft, hair-covered sac beneath as he finally knelt naked before her, like the god Apollo, the very image of eternal youth, unashamed and unbearably handsome.
Then, still kneeling beside her on the floor, his face a mask of youthful adoration, the youth inserted his fingers into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and gently began lowering them down over her succulent brown hips. The fantasy-blinded young wife sighed with pleasure as cool air rushed over her golden brown thighs and caressed the pulsing mound of her now nakedly exposed pubic triangle. With the removal of her silky panties, she was completely revealed to the teenager's glittering eyes, and unexpectedly she felt a shiver of fear and guilt. / shouldn't be doing this to Philip, she thought* // he ever fond out, I would die! Her fists clenched with involuntary tension as she realized for the first time the full implications of what she was doing. Then, as she felt Adam begin to spread her thighs softly apart, Philip's image flashed momentarily into her brain, like a warning image from the unconscious recesses of her mind.
"Adam, no, no . . . I'm afraid. I don't want anyone to get hurt ... I ... "
"It's all right," he replied tenderly, as he gently spread her legs wider on the floor and then knelt in between them, sitting back on his knees like an ancient young pagan. "No one will ever find out ... I understand."
Sarah closed her eyes and tried with all her might to trust him and fight down the nagging sense of shame that began to plague her. It was all so perfect, magical; it was, some part of her knew, exactly what she need to free her from her terrible lack of passion. But she knew too that she was behaving in a shamefully adulterous manner, a manner totally forbidden by the outside world. Yet she longed for this youth to make love to her, to free her from her self-imposed prison, longed to make the wonderful dream come true no matter what the cost.
Oh God, she thought. Please guide me to do the right thing!
At that moment Adam sensed her complete consent. Quickly separating her tensed thighs, he placed his hands on the softly yielding flesh of her hips and lowered his face toward the warmly throbbing lfesh of her defenseless vaginal slit. A warm, pungently feminine aroms wafted up to his nostrils, driving the youth wild with steadily mounting adolescent desire. Hot flashes of passion rippled through his body. He had kept his hunger under control thus far, but now, at the quivering fleshy threshold of Sarah's cunt, he could no longer contain himself. With a groan of excitement, he dropped his head and darted the full length of his tongue snake-like up and down the naked young wife's exposed cuntal split.
The sudden contact of Adam's tongue with her wetly aroused pussy made Sarah draw back momentarily in resistance. Ordinarily, she knew, she did not like this form of lovemaking. But within seconds, little tremors of pleasure tingled in her sex-hungry loins, dispelling her fear and leading her to spread her thighs ever farther open to accommodate his questing tongue. Slowly she began to relax into the rising passion that grew like a wildly throbbing flame throughout her body. At that moment Adam's wetly probing mouth and tongue found the tiny bud of her warmly throbbing clitoris and closed around it, gently teasing that little pleasure-bud of flesh into tantalizing hardness. Sarah gasped with pleasure, wantonly aroused by the sensation of the youth's heated pressure on her now achingly sensitive clitoris. It felt like a long sensuous note, as though her whole body were a flute reverberating wistfully with soft passionate music. It ran through her throbbing loins like a teasing tremor of electricity, and waves of irresistible pleasure surged upwards through her lewdly flowering cuntal slit.
Then Adam slid his flicking tongue wetly downward, away from her desire-distended clitoris to the softly fluted edges of the adulterous young wife's steaming pussy slit until he found the involuntarily contracting entrance of her cunt. Carefully he explored the moistly throbbing orifice, Flicking his tongue tentatively up into it.
Then, with an unexpected move, he plunged it deep into Sarah's trembling cuntal depths.
The young bride jerked back involuntarily both in surprise and passion, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. The sudden intrusion of the young stranger's wetly probing tongue into her desire-swollen vaginal depths suddenly brought her back to reality, and she was torn between the insistent flashes of lust and the renewed moral horror at her wanton adultery.
"Oh . . . please ..." she groaned, half wanting it, half resisting. "I can't stand it ... oh please."
The blond teenager's only response was to rotate his tongue even deeper into the velvet-like interior of her vaginal sheath. Obscenely thrilling stabs of hungry desire began to churn in her throbbing loins, and shocks of uncontrollable excitement spi-raled out through her nakedly splayed frame so intensely compelling that they obliterated the last trace of moral consciousness from her wildly aroused brain. Her heart pounded madly, thun] r-ing in her chest as the blond-haired youth ground his tongue into -her moist vaginal softness with urgent force, and tremors of lewd passion rocked the dazed young wife from head to foot. Her head flailed back and forth in mindless passion. Though it would have horrified her to realize it, she was fast losing herself in primitive animal feelings of .lust, surrendering herself to the age-old passion of the flesh, unaware of anything but the urgency of her body's needs.
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned ecstatically. "Yeeeesss!"
Shamelessly she thrust her pelvis upward to meet Adam's wetly slavering mouth and tongue. Gone for the moment was the romantic image of Adam as an idyllic youth inspired by beauty. Her brain was totally consumed with the sexual messages rushing in from every nerve ending in her now lewdly twisting body. With groans of pleasure, she grasped Adam's head with'her hands and pressed his face hard into her hungrily palpitating cunt. Words ran through her mind in an incoherent jumble. Eat my pussy, her brain reverberated. Make me cum!
Although nothing but low guttural moans escaped the lustily twisting housewife's lips, Adam knew, with the sure and certain instincts of youth, that his goal was won. The young negress housewife was groaning like a madwoman, her softly fleshed buttocks and wide-set breasts jiggling uncontrollably as he sucked feverishly at her cunt and drove his tongue deep into her wetly throbbing vaginal depths. He gripped the soft brown flesh of her wriggling hips and buttocks with one hand, while with the other he reached down to grasp his huge blood-engorged penis and began to rub it hotly up and down. With renewed excitement he ovalled his lips greedily and sucked harder on the wetly pulsing flesh of her steaming vaginal slit, his saliva mingling with her own feminine secretions, while he jerked his lust-swollen penis frantically up and down, driving himself wild with passion.
"Aaannnggghh!" the naked young wife cried, insensate to everything but the excruciating passion that tore through her body like a hurricane. Her vaginal lips flared hungrily open, and the qui ring inner walls of her cunt clutched desperately at Adam's obscenely burrowing tongue, trying to pull it even farther up inside her hotly contracting pussy-flesh. With a deep moan animal delight, she wrapped her quaking legs tightly around the youth's head and wailed rapturously as crescendo after crescendo of sensual thrills surged feverishly through hr tongue-spread loins. The intensity of the feeling was entirely new to her, for she was being transported to sexual realms that she had never known existed "before. Somehow her strange, seemingly fated encounter with the passion-driven teenager had freed her in a way that had never been possible with her husband. Her newly aroused passion soared free, lifting her out of her conscious control, and the young wife's body exploded with movement until she felt like she was bobbing helplessly on a rampaging sea of pleasure, grinding her wetly upturned cuntal slit greedily into the teenager's face, now glistening with the moisture seeping from her vaginal interior and his own heated saliva.
"I'm cumming!" she cried in rapture. "Oh Godd! I'm cummminnng!"
A searing flash of light seemed to burst behind her closed eyes and her nakedly gyrating body was consumed with cascading delight, as the force of her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Sarah's madly quaking cuntal walls were consumed with fiery pleasure as her hotly cascading fluid surged out, spreading like a sheen over Adam's greedily licking tongue. The volcanic ograsm seemed to go on for hours, and she moaned incoherently, lost in a rapturous delight she had never realized was possible.
Before her passion could begin to ebb, Adam suddenly withdrew his face from her still softly pulsing vaginal depths and leaned back. Then he reached down and gently pulled her by her hands into a sitting position on the floor, her legs still spread widely on either side of his knees.
"That was wonderful," he whispered, "just like I knew it would be." He placed one of her hands on his rigidly protruding young cock and began to wrap her fingers around it. Sarah felt a sensation like an electric shock running through her at the unexpected contact.
But she felt complete without resistance now.
"Please ..." he said breathily. "Do it for me now, too. Please make love to me with your mouth!"
Struggling desperately with her uncontrolled emotions, Sarah forced her eyes to focus directly on his thickly swollen rod.
"Please, Sarah," he said again. "I need you, too. Show me that you love my penis!"
Slowly he raised himself on his knees until the end of his throbbing cock was even with her trembling lips. His heavily pulsing staff of masculine cock flesh rose up before her eyes like an obscene vision. Slowly he pulled back the protective foreskin, breathing heavily with excitement. She knew she could not deny him now, that she had no choice but to do what he said.
Sarah looked straight into the tiny gleaming slit at the tip of the smooth head of his rigidly erected penis. She felt unable to move, unable to take her eyes off the lewdly pulsing shaft. Its head gleamed, and the trunk of it was sinewy and long, the underside webbed with tiny, delicate blue veins. The base disappeared into his thinly curling blond pubic hair, beneath which hung the hair-covered sac of his adolescent testicles. They seemed to Sarah to be almost as big as tennis balls, and as the dazed young housewife stared at them, she noticed that the smooth, tender skin that encased them seemed to move, seeming to threaten in advance the torrents of fresh male cum they would soon be spewing down her throat. The young wife had never conceived to do such a humiliating thing, even with her husband Philip. It had always seemed like the most shameful act imaginable, but now she was powerless to resist doing whatever her lover wanted her to do.
She raised her eyes to her youthful lover, as if looking for guidance. Gently he pulled her head forward and placed his thickly quivering cock-head against the wetness of her soft lips.
Slowly, Sarah parted her trembling lips and as, suppressing her shame, took the pulsing cock-head into her now widely opened mouth. Immediately she pulled back, as she tasted a warm drop of his lewdly seeping pre-cum, already waiting and bubbling up in anticipation. But the teenager gripped her head again and slowly but inexorably forced half of the glistening tip up between her anxiously quivering lips. Feebly Sarah tried to work her lips around the rubbery hardness, but try as she might she could not get any more of its incredible bulk into the already wide-stretched interior of her mouth.
Adam, excited to the point that all semblance of reason had left his lust-incited brain, gripped his penis with one hand, and with the other, urgently grabbing the young wife's head, rammed forward with greater force, driving his massive young rod half its length with Sarah's mouth. Her teeth raked against the youth's rigid male hardness, making him moan like an animal. His ardor mounted urgently, and his body quivered in joy.
He was all the way in now, the great hot log of his lust-swollen penis stuffed deep in the young wife's mouth, almost to the back of her tensely contracting throat. Then suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his chest, he drove it forward again, plowing every last inch of his achingly alive cock deep into the back of her throat. She felt his heavy, pendulous young balls smacking gently against her chin, and her nostrils flared involuntarily open with the pungent odor of his meale genitals. Slowly he slickened the entire length of his cock with her warm, wet saliva, and than began fucking obscenely in and out.
By sheer force of will, Philip Grimes' confused young wife was able to endure his urgently increasing strokes, relaxing her lips and thereby lessening the choking sensation caused by her resistance. She realized that by allowing herself to surrender totally to the strokes of her teenage lover, she could better manage to relax.
She made a tentative effort to please the youth, to return the blissful release he had provided her. Surprisingly, and without conscious effort, her mouth of its own vilition began to suck involuntarily at his burrowing hardness with a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing wetly around the roughly intruding hardness with a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing wetly around the roughly intruding hardness, and her tongue began to dart, tentatively at first, at the tiny slitted opening at the tip, while her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, pressuring it gently, sending fresh thrills running and surging through the young boy's madly thrusting loins. The lust-driven teenager moaned with lewd pleasure.
The young woman was startled to discover that she possessed an almost instinctive sense of how to please her young lover, for her sucking and the lewd, wet noises of her lip smacking began to take on a rapidly growing deftness. Somewhere deep in her unconsicious mind she seemed to possess full knowledge of how to satisfy a man's animal appetites with her mouth, and now this lurid information was rushing headlong into consciousness, taking her over, functioning out of control. Gratefully, she allowed this primitive aspect of herself to have full sway over her body. Then, in final surrender to the lewd act she was performing, her hands reached up hungrily and gripped the flexing muscles of his athletic young thighs.
The boy's heart was pounding like a hammer now, as he fucked his cock forward up into his widely ovaled mouth with ever-growing intensity, letting its sensitive head rasp harshly against the roof of her mouth. He moaned with satisfaction as he pressed the lust-thickened rod of flesh far back against the smoothness of her throat, shivers of ecstasy coursing through his nakedly arching body.
Sarah, her own sense of excitement rapidly mounting and tearing her reeling brain away from its absorption in guilt, suddenly began to run her fingers eagerly over the exposed part of his hotly thrusting penis, and then over the pulsing softness of his virile young balls, little mewls of involuntary pleasure beginning to rumble up from deep in her cock-filled throat as her female instincts became more and more attuned to the salacious rhythm of his eagerly thrusting loins.
Sensing her increasing fervor, Adam's own delight swelled enormously, and his body grew sizzlingly hot, every inch of his lean, hard-muscled frame flush with forbidden passion as he rammed his wetly bloated penis almost maniacally into her gret ly working mouth, shoving his tautly straining hips forward with barbaric strength and lust.
The now hungrily sucking young girl was rapidly becoming enveloped in a lewd, all encompassing torrent of sexuality. A hotly tingling warmth raced to every part of her naked young body, and she was lost in the steady pounding of his thickly mouth-fucking penis, absorbed completely in helping the lewdly driven young man to achieve his climax. Incredibly, down between her thighs, her vaginal walls continued to throb warmly in unconscious sympathetic excitement, her softly pulsing pussy lips throbbing like flower petals in the wind, the thin, hair-fringed edges of her cuntal mouth expanding and contracting as if his lust-bloated rod was actually fucking up into her pussy instead of her erotically sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm,, she mewled excitedly around his heavily intruding cockflesh, "Mmmmmmmmnn!"
Her loins were churning with swirls of warmly lascivious sensuality. She could hear Adam groaning in almost wanton abandon as he towered over her, bucking his pelvis forward into her face with the steady force of a jackhammer as he jammed his wetly excited cock deeper and deeper into her now eagerly receptive mouth and throat.
"Ooohhhh yyyeeesss!" he cried out. "Oooohh, it's wonderful! Ooohhh!"
The youth knew he was going to cum soon, for his heavily slapping balls against her upraised chin were churning with a deep aching sensation. Knowing that the moment of release was not far off, he redoubled his fucking activity, thrusting it into her mouth, while the now blindly passion-driven young housewife gripped his tautly flexing hips with deep animal abandon, sucking voraciously at his cock like a hungry child at a smoothly skinned-back banana.
Adam's passion began to thrill her in a way she never imagined possible. It was degrading and shameful, she knew, everything her parents had warned her about, but the very wantonness of the situation was exciting her! She was sucking the lust-swollen cock of a sexually potent teenage boy on the floor of her own living room! And she was enjoying it! Hot moisture was seeping wetly out of her helplessly contracing cuntal depths, trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs, and her clitoris throbbed insistently, as though it had a will of its own. A fierce pleasure tore through her body like a hurricane, making her revel in the sweet, aching wetness of her joyously awakened pussy? Then suddenly, the boy, Adam began to cry out in ecstasy above her.
"Ohhhh, my angel, I'm cumming! Aaaaahhh - ahhh- aahhhhhh!"
And he was there! A thick jet of white, thick liquid suddenly burst forth from the quivering head of his madly jerking cock and shot relentlessly into Sarah's now open and receptive throat.
At first the intrusion of thickly heated cum momentarily shocked the young wife, the force of its eruption making her choke and gag. But as gush after gush of whitely jetting male sperm filled her balloon bloating cheeks, she knew she had no choice but to swallow it down or drown in it. Amazingly, as she did, she found the overwhelming sense of barbaric pleasure returning in full force, and soon she was draining her lewdly cumming young lord with a deep, sucking urgency that made Adam moan in delight.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the sexually precocious youth completed his orgasm and slid his softening cockflesh out of her gently nibbling lips. Then he collapsed back on his heels, sighing deeply and moaning softly, still feeling the after-effects of his galvanic ejaculation.
Sarah, still seated dazedly on the floor, slowly wiped a few droplets of warmly trickling white cum from the corners of her tan-colored lips, unable to meet the boy's eyes. She was bewildered and happy, but suddenly a deep sense of her returning shame, filled her softly quivering body and made her close her eyes tightly. My god! What time was it? Philip would be home soon!
"Adam! My husband will be home soon! Please go!"
"I will, Sarah, I'll go now. But it was wonderful! I love you! I'll see you again soon! I have to!"
Suddenly he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips, making Sarah's head spin with confusion. Then, in the next instant, he was pulling on his clothes, and before she could move from her position on the floor he had quickly and quietly slid out the front door!
Sarah struggled to pull herself together She had only a few minutes before her husband would be there. She quickly dressed and went to the bathroom to wash her face and try to restore some semblance of sanity to her expression. She was just emerging when she heard his cheerful call,"Hi, baby, I'm home!"
"Hi, honey," she called, emerging into the living room and trying to mask her nervousness with a cheerful smile. "I'm afraid your lunch isn't ready yet. I got over-involved in my schoolwork and I didn't realize how late it was."
"That's OK," Philip replied cheerfully. "I'll just sit down with you in the kitchen while you throw something together."
"Fine," she replied, getting out the plates and glasses from the cupboard. She only hoped that no signs revealed that only moments before she had lost in a torrential storm of orgasm with a teenage boy.
I don't think he'll notice anything, she thought with a sigh of relief. Oh God, please don't let him find out what happened! I don't know what I'd do if that happened!
A torrent of guilt surged through her as she realized how close she had come to destroying everything that mattered in her life. Philip was her husband and the last thing in the world she wanted to do was jeopardize their marriage. How could I have been so foolish? she thought now. She had been completely captivated by the youth and the whole romantic aura that had surrounded their meetings. But she was determined not to let it go any further.
As Philip relaxed and rested his arm on the kitchen's formica table top, he contemplated his beautiful young wife. She had seemed a little nervous when he came in, and he had detected a kind of strain in her face that was unfamiliar. He guessed she had really been working on that silly bookwork she loved so much, and was worried about being late with his lunch. He felt a wave of tender affection for his pretty young bride.
Shit, he thought to himself, I've been pretty rough on her lately. Maybe I've been too absorbed in things down at the warehouse. I haven't given her enough attention.
He resolved to be patient with her, and to try to bridge the gap that seemed to between them lately. He knew they had a lot of separate interests in life, but they loved each other and there was no reason they shouldn't be as close as they had always been.
As Sarah placed the plates on the table with sandwiches, chips, and cookies, she said,"How were things at work today, honey?"
"Not as nice as they are here with you," said Philip, suddenly standing up from the table and grabbing her into his arms.
"Oh, Philip," Sarah said, startled by his affectionate hug. "Sit down, darling, and eat your lunch!"
Somewhat brought down by her resistance to his outgoing gesture, Philip gazed searchingly into Sarah's eyes. But Sarah could not meet his gaze, for a tremor of guilt had begun to flash through her, guilt over her adulterous behaviour, and it seemed as if Philip were trying to search her out with his eyes.
"What's the matter with you, baby? What is it?" he said.
She pulled out of his arms and sat down in front of her own plate at the table. "Nothing's the matter, honey," she replied, trying to calm herself. "Come on and eat your lunch now."
"I will, he said. "But right now I'm interested in something else." He moved towards her and cirled his arms around her neck gently, standing behind her as she sat at the table. "Baby, I want to make love to you now." Playfully he leaned down and nibbled lightly on her ear and began to nuzzle her gently, trying to ease her nervousness and make up for his roughly passionate behavior the last time they had made love.
But Sarah could not rid herself of her growing apprehension and guilt. Even his closeness and gentleness now just made her feel even more guilty because of her foolish betrayal of their marriage only a few minutes before. She couldn't bear to have him touch her now.
Suddenly she said, "No, Philip, please!"
Philip was completely frustrated by her sharp words of refusal and anger suddenly surged through him. Here he was trying to be as sweet to her as he could, and she was going to act like he was poison again.
"What the hell's wrong with you lately, anyway?" he demanded with a hurt tone. "You act like I'm just dirt these days!"
"Oh, Philip, I just don't feel like it, that's all!" she said, growing fearful at her inability to be affectionate toward her own husband.
"You never feel like it any more!" he nearly shouted, his hurt feelings taking control of his temper. "What the hell's wrong with you? I can't win any more! Christ! I can't take much more of this shit!"
His shouts and obscene language made Sarah shudder in fear and shame. She felt like the lowest human being on earth, for she had committed adultery and now her husband was angry with her. Everything was collapsing around her, and she felt herself growing dizzy, about to faint. There was nothing she could say.
His shouts and obscene language made Sarah shudder in fear and shame. She felt like the lowest human being on earth, for she had committed adultery and now her husband was angry with her. Everything was collapsing around her, and she felt herself growing dizzy, about to faint. There was nothing she could say.
Suddenly Philip started towards the door. "I'm going back to the warehouse," he announced in a sharp tone.
With that he stalked out the door, slamming it behind him and not even looking back.
Sarah put her head down on the table and began to sob quietly to herself. "Oh, Philip," she moaned to herself. "Honey, I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry ..."
Chapter Five
Philip Grimes sat at his desk in a mood of total dejection. Even though it was late afternoon, he was still upset over the fight with his wife at lunchtime, and as the afternoon wore on, he became more and more depressed, mixed with growing anger.
Christ, I haven't had a good fuck in a month! he was thinking. I don't know what the hell's the matter with Sarah lately but every time I come near her she acts like a prim old lady!
Although he loved his wife deeply, his frustration was mounting dangerously. He worked hard at the warehouse, and he looked forward to the peaceful evenings he should enjoy with his wife. But things had gotten so bad with Sarah that he didn't even know what he was working so hard for.
And then there was a knock at the outer door of the little building that contained his business. Wondering who it could be, since all of his orders were handled by telephone or mail, and the trucking service had already picked up their final loads for the day, he got up and walked over to open the door.
Standing there was, of all people, Karen Black, his beautiful, perky faced, former secretary. He was completely surprised to see the voluptuous white girl. It had been over a year since he had told the statuesque blonde that he was getting married and that he would have to stop seeing her after work. Seeing her now, he flashed back on her snappy reaction to his announcement.
"That's what you say now," she had said. "But one day, Philip Grimes, you'll come back to me after that cold fish you're marrying starts to turn you off . . . and meanwhile, you can get yourself another secretary."
And now she was standing before him. She had wide green eyes that twinkled brightly in the late afternoon sun, high cheekbones, a smooth light creamy complexion, and incredibly full, sensuous lips tinted a deep scarlet. Her long silken blonde hair framed her face in a widely rounded arc. Philip's eyes wandered involuntarily down to the proudly thrust outline of her breasts pushed against the meager cloth of the lime-green "baby" tee-shirt she was wearing that hardly reached her waist.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "I haven't seen you in a long time, baby! Come on in!" To himself, he thought, what a sight for sore eyes! His dormant cock stirred faintly at the faint memories of their nights together that now began tickling the back of his mind.
"Hi, Philip!" she said with a bright, cheerful smile. "I just thought I'd come and visit you after all this time, and see how you were doing! I've missed you!" With that she brushed teasingly close to him as she passed through the half-open door.
Philip turned around to watch her from behind as she walked into his office.
As she had always done, she was wearing a short-short mini-skirt, so short it barely extended down past her ripely rounded buttocks. Her long shapely legs tapered down into her high-heeled yellow leather boots.
Man, oh man, why did I ever leave that? he thought lasciviously, his love-starved cock jerking excitedly to life within the confines of his trousers. / used to fuck her all night and she still screamed for more!
"Well, how are you getting along, Philip?" she said, flopping loosely into the chair in front of his desk. "You still walking the old straight and narrow path of virtue? Or have you had enough of that cold turkey you married? Have you missed your old heavy-thumpin' chick?"
Karen crossed her legs, and Philip stopped short, his cock thundering madly inside his pants. He could see that her mini-skirt was pulled almost all the way, exposing the majority of her ivory gleaming thighs to his gaze, and leaving very little to his imagination.
"I sure have missed you, baby," Philip exclaimed. "Being married has its ups and downs, that's for sure," he confessed.
"I can see that, honey, by that hounddog look on your face," Karen replied, smiling. "Don't be upset, that just popped out of my mouth before I realized it. I don't mean nothin' by it. Besides, your wife is lucky to have you, big and handsome as you've always been. If I had you around, I wouldn't let you go unsatisfied for a moment!"
Philip flushed at her compliment, and his body temperature rose noticeably as his nostrils caught the scent of her musky perfume mingling with the stuffy air of the warehouse.
"Thanks," he mumbled, trying to resist his mounting desire for the girl. She was watching him like a cat, her pointedly upthrust breasts rising and falling tantaliz-ingly as she breathed, and he wanted to reach out and seize their heavy roundness in his hands and squeeze them until they burst.
Karen saw his eyes wander, and she stood up and moved closer to him, so close that they were only inches apart.
"I shouldn't say this, honey, but you know if you weren't married now I'd make a play for you again!"
"Yeah?" Philip answered, his voice quite low. His mind flashed back on the passionate few nights they had spent together before he got married. His blood began racing through his veins at her intimate closeness. Her frank come-on made him feel like a bull and he looked down at her with interest, an involuntary smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah . . . Y'see -" she giggled lightly, running one long scarlet-tipped finger experimentally across his shirt-front - "I've had a problem since I lost you - I've never been able to find anybody to fill your place as well as you did!" Her words sent a shock of lewd, almost painful, lust surging through Philip's body, and his throbbing penis jerked wildly against his thigh. He searched his mind for an appropriate reply, but all he could think of was that hot urge he felt to seize her full-fleshed body against him and fuck her blonde little cunt, then and there! "Here," she said, reaching out and taking his hand, "I'll show you something."
To the young husband's astonishment, she pulled up her short skirt and placed the palm of his hand between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating through her panties from the rounded, hair-covered mound of her vagina! The shameless former girlfriend pressed her warmly throbbing pussy against his hand, clamping her shapely thighs together to hold it in place.
"See how hot it is already? Just seeing you again turns me right on." She reached out her other hand and placed it squarely on the near-mesmerized young husband's lust-stiffened cock as it strained, hungrily against the taut material of his trousers. "And you know yours is just the right size, honey. Real big and meaty."
She moved closer to Philip, so close that her firmly pointed breasts grazed against his chest, keeping his hand still clamped tightly against her pulsing cunt, and massaging his rigidly thickened cock with gentle rubbing motions, driving the astonished young black near out of his mind with urgent desire.
"Stick your finger up inside and see how it feels," she cooed seductively. "I mean . . . unless you can't . . . cause I know you're married now . . . and I sure don't want to cause any trouble . . . but . . . after all, nobody has to know about it ... I mean, honey, you're such a fine cat and I'm so hot ... it sure seems a shame not to be able to get together again . . . just for a fling. What's the harm? Ain't no harm, is there, honey? It ain't wrong for me to still like that big black prick of yours shoved up my white cunt, is there? Unless you don't want to . . . Do you?"
Philip was intoxicated near out of his mind now "with her wanton language and bold action, and everything in him cried out to take advantage of her offer. His body trembled with pounding lust from head to foot. She was calling up a deep, animal desire within him, a desire he had kept under wraps because of his wife, but now it surged forward with barbaric fury in his brain, making him ignore the dim warnings of his conscience. He wanted to fuck her, by God, fuck the living daylights out of her!
"Oh, I want you baby," he whispered huskily, burrowing his middle finger stiffly around the thin crotch of her panties and upward into her already wetly dilating pussy. "I want you!"
"I was hoping you'd say that, lover," she replied throatily, grinding herself lewdly downward onto his thrusting finger and increasing her obscene massage of his hotly throbbing cock. "I want you now . . . right now. I want you to stick that beautiful fat cock of yours up into me!"
"Let me lock the door," Philip blurted. "We can fuck on the couch." .
"Hurry up, then, Philip lover," was the reply.
Barely able to contain his eager anticipation, it took Philip only two bounds to cross the room and lock the door tightly. Every muscle in his lean muscular body was sexually tensed, and his brain pounded wildly as he thought of what he was about to do. For the first time, he was going to be unfaithful to his wife. He was going to ram his swollen and sex-starved cock up into the warmly welcoming cunt of his ex-secretary, and he could hardly wait! He didn't even feel more than a brief flicker of guilt. After all, he reasoned, he hadn't been getting what he needed at home, not for a long time! The healthy woman waiting for him now seemed to have appeared like the answer to a prayer, and he wasn't about to turn down a gift from heaven, especially not one built like this!
Karen was now sitting on the edge of the green canvas couch that lined one wall of the office, her body arched provocatively so that her two firmly thrust breasts jutted out like the figurehead of a ship, straining against the thin material of her little yellow shirt. Philip's desire-swollen cock jerked hungrily inside his trousers and his blood raced hotly at the sight of her. Her shapely legs were spread open wide, and she had shamelessly lifted her brief miniskirt and lowered her pantie.s, exposing the soft, blonde triangle of her pubic hair, and was casually fingering the already moistened opening of her pinkly glistening cuntal split.
" With her free hand, she began teasingly pulling up her shirt, exposing inch by inch the deep valley between her voluptuous brassiere-clad breasts. Then she slowly slipped the shirt off over he head and dropped it over the back of the couch, leaning back invitingly as she did so that Philip could see right up into the softly cushioned "vee" between her teasingly spread thighs.
"Well, lover?" she cooed throatily, gazing at him from beneath her long curly eyelashes. "It's been a long time. What are we waiting for?"
Instantly Philip was across the room, flinging himself on her half-naked body and pushing her backwards onto the sofa. She wrapped her ivory-white legs, still encased in her bright yellow boots, high up around his back, pressing her warmly pulsing cunt hard up against him. Feverishly his mouth and tongue worked over her neck and light tan shoulders, while his hands tore at the slender shoulder straps of her brassiere. Too impatient to struggle with the clasps of the restraining garment, he worked his hand into the tight elastic band at the bottom and pushed it upwards over the ripely swelling expanse of her breasts until they burst free, two huge creamy-tan mounds tipped with deep brown nipples that began to contract tightly upon contact with the cool air. With an animal-like groan, the young husband buried his head between them, licking the light film of salty-tasting perspiration that had gathered there, then seizing first one and then the other berry-like tip between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery hardness.
"Oh, that's it, lover, that's the way I like it, oooooohhh!" Karen squealed.
Then, pushing herself up into a sitting position on the couch, she began- pulling at his shirt and belt, while he continued to suck and fondle her roundly swaying breasts.
"Put your finger back up in my pussy, lover!" she groaned, "while I get your cock out. I wanna fuck you, I wanna fuck you so bad I could cum just thinkin' about it!"
Moving back to give her, access to his wide belt and the zipper of his fly, Philip slipped his black hand down between her widely splayed legs, and slid two fingers back up into her wetly throbbing cunt, while with a third, he teased the fleshy bud of her hotly swollen clitoris, pressing it around in lewd little circles until the young woman groaned with pleasure and wriggled down against his obscenely probing hand. At the same time, she struggled to open his belt and pull down the zipper of his fly, then reached her hand inside his pants until her fingers closed tightly around his rock-hard shaft.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, running her hand over its velvety surface down to the pulsing, hammerlike head, "it's even bigger than 1 remembered! Hurry up! I wanna feel it up inside me!"
Her lewd words, combined with the excruciatingly pleasurable pressure she was applying to his hotly throbbing penis, made Philip feel as though he would explode right then and there. Trembling and flushed with excitement, he withdrew his fingers from her moistly contracting vaginal depths and pulled his trousers down roughtly so that his eager cock sprang free, standing straight out from his body and pulsing hotly with his heartbeat. Karen licked her lips greedily at the sight of it, and immediately seized its enormous girth in both hands.
"You sure know what a man likes," Philip moaned, as her fingers stretched back the protective foreskin and began slowly massaging his lust-distended rod in long rhythmic strokes. Karen skillfully manipulated the lewdly excited young husband's long, black cock, subtly increasing the tempo of her soft, white hands until he began to groan thickly, closing his eyes and letting himself savor the churning sensations that surged through him, created by her warmly sensual hands. It had been so long since anybody had given him so much pleasure! He wanted it to go on forever!
"Oohhhh, fffuuuccckkk!" he groaned, as the rhythm of her stroking increased. "You feel sooo good!"
Karen waited until he was on the verge of orgasm. Then she withdrew her hands, unhooked her brassiere, kicked off her panties, and tossed them over by her shirt.
"Why don't you come and get it?" she announced finally, leaning back against the cushions of the couch.
The wildly aroused young husband needed no further urging. Positioning himself between the smoothly sculpted columns of her widespread thighs, he knelt on the cushions of the couch, using one hand to guide his massive rod or male hardness up to the cushioned entrance of her softly pulsing cuntal slit. Pressing forward slightly, he felt the bulbous head slide easily up inside and her throbbing vaginal softness close wetly around it. Karen wriggled her hips in a lewd circular motion, sucking his rigidly hard shaft up inside her little by little, each delicious motion sending hot thrills of mounting sensual urgency searing through his loins. Finally it was all the way in, and he could feel the tender cushiony hardness of her cervix pressing against the tip.
Slowly he drew back again, then fucked swiftly forward. Karen yelped as his cock rammed hard up inside her, and she tightened her cuntal muscles against it, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Shifting his position slightly, Philip slipped his hands under her and seized the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter up against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Karen arched her body to receive him, opening her thighs even farther to take him completely.
"Oh yessss!" she burst out. "Do it like that! Harder! Harder! Gimme everything you got!"
As he began to comply with her instructions, the obscenely aroused young white woman seized one of his hands with her own and began guiding it to the deep crevice between her roundly dancing buttocks.
"Stick your finger in my ass-hole," she whispered hotly, blowing warm currents of air into his hair. "I wanna feel you everywhere at once!"
Philip's brain reeled with delight at having rediscovered this lusty, fuckable piece of hotly wriggling femininity. Her frank avowals of desire had made him realize even more strongly how much pressure his wife's namby-pamby uprightness had been exerted on him, for now he felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Here at last was somebody who didn't make him feel like some kind of ape when he wanted a little loving! Hell no! Karen wanted it as much as he did, and she didn't whine any bullshit about being a lady, either! Well she might not be a lady, but she sure as hell was all woman! And she made him feel like he was all man!
"Anyway you want it, baby," he said huskily as he searched the deep furrow of her anal crevice until his fingers found the tightly puckered ring of her ass-hole. Karen reached back with her own hands to stretch her buttocks wide so that he didn't have to break the rhythm of his lustily pistoning cock-strokes in order to keep his balance.
For a moment he probed teasingly around her pulsating anal entrance, taunting her and refusing to enter. He could feel her whole body tensed with excitement, and she thrust her roundly flaring hips backwards, as though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up inside her nether hole. Finally he gave her her wish, and jammed his middle finger into her anus up to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Karen moaned, as a burning sensation shot searingly throughout her doubly speared loins. "Oh, ba-bee!"
He thrust again, up to the second knuckle, and she continued to wail helplessly with excitement, digging her scarlet-tipped fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders and back. She screwed her buttocks back on his finger, drawing it all the way up inside the rubbery warmth of her rectum. He could feel his own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated her two furiously contracting passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigidly driving penis.
Pinioned against the couch, the light brown girl mewled and moaned as his twin shafts plunged in and out of her, in and out at an ever increasing speed. She writhed and squirmed furiously, loving the burning sensation that coursed deliriously through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the moment when she would explode in tumultuous mind-shattering release.
Philip, too, knew he was fast approaching the moment when he could no longer hold back the eruption of his scalding seed, already churning and throbbing in his lust-tightened balls. He fought it as long as he could, conditioned by Sarah's slow-paced sexual rhythms. Then, just as he felt he could contain himself no longer, Karen suddenly began to gyrate chaotically against him, sucking his lewdly probing cock and finger even deeper up inside her.
"Oh shit, oh, oh, I'm cumming!" she wailed. "Oh, cum with me, lover! Now! Now!" Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted in ecstasy, as her climax shuddered through her with the force of an earthquake.
Philip fucked into her furiously, his own orgasm only seconds behind hers.
"Ah . . . Aaaahhh . . . Aaaahhhh!" he cried out, throwing his head back as the first jets of hot milky cum squirted out of his cock and into her nakedly quivering loins in a seemingly endless stream of violent release. It seemed as though he hadn't fucked in months, so overpowering was his pleasure, and his strange intensity didn't escape Karen's notice. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of wanton lewd orgasm, their passion ebbed, leaving them both warmly satisfied.
"Wow!" she said a few moments later as they dressed themselves. "I don't want to say anything wrong, but you felt as though you really needed that! Baby, don't go home this evening! Why don't you come over to my place for a little while. I'll be more than happy to give you some more of what you don't seem to be getting at home!"
Philip's eyes darkened at her sensitive perception of his marital situation. Maybe I will, he thought to himself. After all, Sarah won't miss it! She doesn't even like it! She'd probably be relieved to know I had found an outlet for my "animal" instincts!
Chapter Six
Sarah was alone in the house. Philip had called at around 5:00 to say he had to work late, but she had detected something in his tone that was unfamiliar, that made her really wonder what was going on. She knew he was still angry with her about what had happened at lunchtime, and now as the night set in and the hour grew a little late, she began to seriously examine her situation.
The shattering truth of her situation was rapidly closing in on her from all sides. Her whole life, relatively sunny and carefree only a few days before, was assuming an entirely different quality. There was no one whom she could ask for advice. Certainly not her parents, who would only meet her shocking story with complete horror. Certainly not to Philip could she explain what had happened. The fact was that she had been come upon as she fondled herself in the library, and then seduced by her discoverer in the living room of her own home. How could she expect the husband whose advances she had rejected so often as too "crude" to listen understandingly to her story of how a strange teenager brought her to tumultuous orgasm by ramming his tongue hotly and wetly into her all-too-responsive cunt walls?
Sarah shuddered at the mere idea of it. It wasn't just her husband's anger that frightened her. It was rather the terrible shame she felt at the thought of seeing in Philip's gentle brown eyes the knowledge of how horribly she had betrayed their marriage.
She, who had always treated Philip with cool disdain when he had suggested that she perform on him what she had so willingly performed on her stranger-lover! She moaned in embarrassment as she remembered the feeling of his white, lust-swollen penis slithering wetly in and out of her dark, eagerly clasping mouth. And yet she had refused the same thing to her own husband who had every right to demand it of her - her own husband whom she loved!
And where was he now? This was the first time in the history of their short marriage that he had called her to say that he had to "work late," and even now as the night grew darker and darker she did not want to admit to herself what he must be doing. And yet it was practically obvious. She knew Philip, and the tone in his voice sounded very . . . well . . . guilty. And she knew that he had no reason to be guilty, not unless he was doing something . . .
She forced herself to stop thinking about that. How she wished now that she had been the type of woman he wanted her to be! All her romantic imagery, all the upbringing that her parents had instilled in her, had only served to threaten the most important thing in her life - her marriage to the husband she loved.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Sarah felt a stab of fear running through her mind. Who could it be at this hour? How she wished Philip was here now! And then she realized that she had not locked the door, but even as she realized that, it was too late, for the front door was being opened! And in stepped Adam!
Sarah almost felt herself scream with alarm and surprise! And yet she did not want to cry out, did not wish anyone to hear and call the police, did not wish anyone to discover her guilt! And it was ridiculous to be afraid, anyway. After all, the boy loved her, and now as she looked into his eyes she could see that he had a mild, gentle, loving expression on his face.
"Hello, Sarah," he said in a polite voice. "I brought my friend over to meet you." As he stepped through the door Sarah could see another male figure following him, and again she experienced a shock of fear and misapprehension.
"This is Thomas," he continued, gesturing towards his dark-haired friend who was a young, heavily built fellow of about nineteen. The boy gave her a long, intense look with his shining dark eyes and then spoke.
"Hello, Sarah," he said. "I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since yesterday when Adam told me how he met you."
Sarah could hardly believe her ears. She never dreamed that Adam would have told any of his friends about her! Suddenly the realization came crashing down on her that she had risked everything in life by just a few moments of her wanton passion! She of all people, who had always prided herself on her self-control and lack of lustful thoughts, had been naively caught up in a terrible web of dark, passionate sexuality with a total stranger, and now he had brought along his friend to further enjoy her abject humiliation! How could she ever have done it?
"Please ..." she said, in an almost inaudible, terrified voice. "Adam, won't you and your friend just go away and leave me alone? How could you do this? You said you loved me and now you've brought your friend over here like this!"
"It's all right," said Adam. "Your husband's not home - his car isn't here. He probably won't be home for a long time." Something in the boy's emotionally deprived and lonely brain preveated him from seeing anything but his own lust for this beautiful woman he had discovered in the library, as if she were all his own and nothing could change that. To him it seemed entirely natural that he had told his friend about her, and that when his friend seemed very interested that he should be only too happy to share his wonderful possession with his friend. After all, Thomas had taught him a lot about life, and how would he ever have thought of denying him a shot at this beautiful, exotic creature he had met as she finger-fucked herself in the college library stacks, who had allowed him to lick her pussy and had sucked his cock right here in this very room, husband or no husband?
"We'll be nice to you, Sarah," he said. "You know I love you, and Thomas only wants to love you, too!"
Sarah knew that she should scream, should call the police, or somehow free herself from what she felt was about to happen. Standing before them now in her dimly lit liveing room, clutching her nylon housecoat around her silkily curving form, she knew that she was in fact completely vulnerable. If anyone found out that these boys were here, they would surely tell the whole, terrible story of how she had met Adam and what had happened earlier today! Oh, what could she do?
"Please don't be afraid, Sarah," he continued softly. "We won't do anything to harm you. But you need me, darling. You need some loving from me, I know you do. I know you like me, and I want you to realize all your wonderful emotions with me, now, tonight. Then we'll go away and you'll never see me again. I promise."
As Sarah gazed into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth. He really didn't mean her any harm, it was just that he was young and lonesome and she had excited his strange youthful passions by all of her wanton behavior over the last two days. He certainly had no reason to think of her any other way than how he had seen her - consumed with her own wild lust and passion, excited by his youthful beauty and innocence.
Before she could say another word he stepped forward quickly and grabbed the startled young wife by the shoulders, pulling her to him, kissing her on the lips and grinding his hips against her pelvis, while Sarah wriggled desperately, trying to escape his grip. But Adam was not to be stopped, for his huge penis was already jerking with rampant excitement in his pants, and he was hungry with desire, anxious to engage the voluptuous young housewife into another shameless, lewd sexual act.
Sliding his hand suddenly up under her housecoat, he wormed his way quickly up into her tightly clenched vaginal crevice, and extending his middle finger, he lewdly probed at her pussy flesh, eagerly seeking the oval-shaped hole that led to the tightly throbbing cuntal walls up between her thighs.
"I love you, Sarah^" he said softly into her ear. "You're wonderful and beautiful. My friend and I are going to make love to you, just one more time, my goddess. And then you will be free!"
Sarah could hardly believe what she" was hearing. How could she have allowed herself to engage in such unfounded fantasy about this boy? He didn't understand anything about her! She had imagined that he was her own special, secret friend, someone who understood her special, secret self. But now she realized that there was no way she could convince him that she really wasn't that way, that she no longer wanted make love to him, that she wasn't so wanton that she would willingly make love to his friend, a total stranger.
"Oh, please," she begged again. "Please go away and leave me alone!" Yet, even as she spoke, she felt the blazing sensation that his finger was creating in her throbbing vagina, she felt the smoldering reminders of her earlier passions, as though there were still something hypnotizing about the boy, about his innocent, totally depraved passion for her body, as though he were an inexorable force that she had no will to resist! Still she did not realize that in fact he had only aroused in her her own natural desires which had lain dormant for so long, and were now rising in overpowering, uncontrollable form into her consciousness.
"Where we gonna fuck her, kid?" said Thomas nonchalantly, unbuttoning his shirt in eager anticipation. "Let's get started."
Suddenly Sarah realized in horror that they intended to take her both at once, and the idea made her tremble fearfully from head to foot. With a sinking nausea, she knew there was nothing she could do! She was completely in their power, at least until they chose to leave her alone. Who could she call now to rescue her from a boy she had only just today given herself to without reserve? Who would understand what had happened to her in her wanton sexual frenzies over the last two days? And how could . she explain, even to herself, the waves of masochistic arousal that even now were beginning to wash over her body and brain at the thought of what these two young men and their lust-hardened cocks were going to do to her?
"Come on, Sarah," said Adam, "let's go upstairs."
Meanwhile in Karen Black's small, comfortable apartment on the other side of town, Sarah's young black husband was locked in a lewdly erotic embrace with the seductive, white Karen, their hotly aroused bodies writhing nakedly together on her wide double bed. Philip had needed no further encouragement to continue their adulterous affair of the afternoon, for his young wife had been more aloof and withdrawn than ever lately. No, he was going to fuck the hell out of the willingly sensual girl and damn the consequences. He needed release, full male release, and he was going to get it while he could. His explosive fuck with the golden-haired temptress in the afternoon had charged him with power and potency in a way that was exactly what he needed, and he was damned if he wasn't going to have more of the same!
At that moment Karen lay back on the wide bed with her legs lewdly splayed wide and heT wetly glistening cunt turned enticingly up to Philip's eyes. She stretched out her arms to him, and the lust-hungry young husband lost no time in positioning himself directly over her, his muscular arms locked straight, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her shoulders, his knees bent slightly, and his burgeoning cock-head eagerly throbbing only inches away from the entrance to her flaring vaginal lips. Feverishly, the voluptuous singer thrust her hands down between their naked bodies and grasped his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it deftly between the eagerly pulsing folds of her quivering, desire-moistened cunt. Philip groaned above her as she moved his lust-thickened penis up and down between her legs, parting the soft, silken hair of her cock-hungry pussy with its pulsating, blood-filled tip. The curling tufts of her glistening pubic hair grazed teasingly against his sensitive hardness, causing his desire-wracked cock-head to lurch wildly with throbbing lust.
He couldn't hold back another second now, and thrusting his hips forward with a powerful lunge, he drove his massively bloated penis up into the gaping hot mouth of her uplifted pussy with all its strength.
"Unnnngggghhh," Karen moaned beneath him, her warmly elastic cuntal muscles clamping down wetly on his long, desire-stiffened penis. Delighted to find her cuntal wails already drenched and slippery with female lubricants, he thrust forward easily until his rigid male hardness slammed hard up against the tender tip of her cervix, and his sperm-loaded balls slapped hard down against the smooth, nakedly spread cheeks of her buttocks.
"Fuck me hard, honey," she moaned in exquisite pleasure. "Fuck me hard!"
Once again, her blunt avowal of passion charged the hotly excited young husband with intensified sexual energy. It was fantastic to ram his cock into a woman who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it, and wasn't afraid to ask for it.
Responding with steadily mounting bestial passion, he fucked deeper into her, his powerful, tautly flexing buttocks ramming forward like two wrecking balls as he battered up into her strained and cock-stretched pussy. His huge, wetly excited penis was gorged to the bursting point, and his balls tightened with surging lust as they slapped lewdly against her hotly quivering buttocks, every muscle in his powerful body bursting with wild animal passion.
"Aaaannngggrrr!" Karen cried obscenely, revelling joyously in his brutal fucking. The harder he fucked into her, the more she wanted, particularly if it bruised and hurt her! That was just the way she liked it, rough and hard! She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his massive hardness slicing into her moistly steaming cunt, and she moaned continuously with low, guttural animal mewls. She pulled up her knees and locked her legs up around his back to enable him to sink his desperately driving penis even deeper up into her. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face was a lurid mask of wanton, uncontrolled desire.
"Hot damn, baby, you're out of sight!" she cried nearly delirious with passion.
"You are too!" Phililp growled excitedly through clenched teeth. "Baby, you are out of sight, too!"
Sarah, Adam and Thomas were all naked in the bedroom, with clothes scattered everywhere. Adam had Sarah's nakedly resistant body pinned helplessly on the bed. Spurred by the intensity of his embraces, her body was growing warmer by the minute, and her mental struggles were becoming less intense. Somewhere deep in her loins, tremors of obacene excitement were starting to shimmy tantahzingly through her, making her skin tingle with burgeoning desire.
What is happening to me? she thought desperately. What they're about to do to me is terrible! How could I let this happen? And why does it make me feel this way? So hot and quivery . . . as though, . . I wanted them both to fuck me! I'm terrified and ashamed . . . but I'm excited, too!
Sarah also vaguely wondered about Philip . . . where was he and what was he doing? Would he come home and find her in this terrible condition? No, he had told her not to wait up for him . . . What was he doing? She didn't want to think about that, either.
"Isn't she almost ready?" Thomas queried impatiently, as lie gaped lewdly at Sarah's nakedly vulnerable body beneath the straddling legs of the wanton young teenager. He was more than ready for a good fuck from the beautiful young black wife, and if she squirmed and resisted and tried to act like she didn't want it, he didn't mind. After all, Adam had told him about her depraved abandonment with him earlier, and so he knew that whatever they were about to do to her, she really wanted it. His rigidly swollen cock was gripped tightly in his hand, and he was rapidly jerking it up and down in obscene anticipation, his breath coming faster and faster as his desire-clouded brain surged with animal lust.
"I think so," said Adam, pulling away from the young" housewife and turning towards Thomas. "You can have her now, Thomas." Then, turning back to Sarah, he said, "Please, darling, be nice to Thomas now; he's my friend and he's going to give you a special treat!"
Thomas stood towering over the prone body of the nakedly helpless girl, as he ogled her deep brown, vulnerable young nakedness. He stood swaying at the foot of the bed for a moment, while his monstrous thick cock, long and sinewy, grew even more erect and jerked excitedly in his hand. Then he reached down, gripped her softly pliant hips with his hands, and firmly forced her oyer onto her stomach. She offered no resistance for she was now completely benumbed by her predicament, and she nearly had no volition of her own. Instead she lay there, waiting for her lewd sexual reavishment to begin while small gasps of humiliation and shame escaped her mouth. Her firmly rounded buttocks quivered slightly, and Thomas' dark eyes zeroed in hungrily on the two shimmering brown half-moons. Gripping both of the helpless girl's ankles with his hands, he splayed her legs wide apart.
"Hold still now, miss," he said with a confident tone. "I don't want to have to hold you down or nothin', but I will if I have to, so you just be still. I think you're gonna like this!"
Sarah only moaned in a low, futile gesture of resistance, but she lay still, her body shaking with fright.
The muscular boy dropped to his knees on the bed between her legs and ran his wide hands greedily over the sensuous, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her naked, young thighs to the thin, involuntarily moistened slit up between her legs. Thomas grunted in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's nakedly exposed buttocks, parting them slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his hungrily gaping eyes.
Oh no, Sarah thought, in sudden surprise as it slowly began to penetrate her blurred brain that the stranger's interest was centering on her virgin rectum. Not there! Oh no! She had heard of such things, but never had believed that anyone would ever try to do something like that to her! She did not believe that her untouched rectal passage could ever contain his huge cock, and she felt sick with fear.
Thomas leered down at the cowering girl and seized the soft mounds of her buttocks in his hands. Sarah groaned and clenched them together, but as he continued to spread his fingers into he pliant flesh she realized there was no point in resisting. In fact, she had no will left with which to resist! It was best to surrender and let him spread her buttocks mounds as far apart as he wished.
The lust-crazed teenager whistled in appreciation as the tight brown circle of her lewdly exposed little anus was once more offered to his eyes. Experimentally, he thrust at the fearfully contracting ring with his outstretched middle finger. Sarah jerked forward and cried out as she felt him intrude harshly into the tight rubbery opening. She was humiliated to the very depths of her being at the thought of being fucked back there, and she cursed herself again and again for letting her foolish daydreams lead her into this nightmarish situation. She pressed her pelvis into the bed, trying to escape the finger relentlessly probing her rectal depths from behind, but it was useless, for he drove it forward suddenly, sinking it in up to the first knuckle.
"Aaannnggghhh!" she threw her head back and cried out, as a burning sensation shot through her rectal passage. Involuntarily her ass-cheeks clenched together tightly and trapped his hand between them.
"Open it, miss," he commanded in a subdued voice, pushing down harder until his finger broke through her useless resistance and went in * past the second knuckle. Searing flashes of unbearable sensation tore through her rear passage and up her spine like hot, molten bullets, as he mercilessly drove his stiffened finger into her tiny anus, widening it, stretching it, preparing it for the greater entry to come.
With his other hand, Thomas began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, eager now to skewer the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbuous head, and aimed the thickly rigid shaft directly at the tightly puckered little hole, now partially widened from the bruatl rummaging of his rigid middle finger.
He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumb, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle on the tiny reddened nether hole to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body onto her back, and his massively puslating cock slid along the sweat-dampened crevice until the tip rested just up against the tiny throbbing ring, wetly glistening now with his saliva. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed forward with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-swollen cock straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his bloated cock-head forward into the fiercely resistant circle of her anal sphincter.
"Noooo, Noooo, it hurts!" cried Sarah as he forced his way into her tightly clenched young rectal depths. Her back passage felt as though it would split apart from the huge object thrust into it. Never had she experienced such a sensation! It was like an electrical shock that made her whole body convulse. In the back of her mind, she remembered that Philip might suddenly return at any moment! How could she explain? What would she say to him if he discovered what was going on? Tears sprang to her eyes, and she realized that she had to swallow and cooperate to get this over with quickly, to get these boys out of her' house! Moaning with despair, she numbly accepted the humiliating skewering of her pain-wracked backside as Thomas continued to force his long thick cudgel more deeply into her with unrelenting force.
Adam watched with mounting exicte-ment as his friend's penis disappeared into Sarah's tightly clasping rectal depths. It was sweet to him to see this beautiful young thing penetrated by his muscular friend. His wanton young mind was feverish with undisciplined lust. Each cry from the young, voluptuous negress made his body tremble with excitement, and his rigidly erect young cock jerked obscenely, standing straight up in full readiness from the tangled mat of her pubic hair.
"That's it Thomas! She's gonna like that!" he cried, jerking his pole of rigid cockflesh up and down. "Let us know, Sarah, when it starts to feel good!" Boy, he thought, Thomas really knows how to ass fuck a woman!
"Eeeeiiiinnnngggg!" Sarah wailed as Thomas' massively swollen penis finally hammered up into her hotly clinging rectal depths up to the hilt.
"Goddamn,'" Thomas murmured appreciatively, "nice and tight and beautiful!" He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands and pulled the young wife to her knees, bending her young body. Then he began to fuck in and out of her widely stretched rectal opening with long smooth strokes, bringing groans from her lips each time he fucked forward.
Adam was impatient now to join in the fun, and he stood beside them, frantically jerking on his long, hard penis.
"Hey, Thomas," he said, "turn her on her side so I can fuck her too!"
"Sure thing, man!" Thomas said. Locking his hands tightly to Sarah's hips, Thomas rolled over on his side, his heatedly throbbing cock still embedded deep up inside the young black woman's hotly quivering asshole. She was pulled over on her side, her back pressed against his sweating stomach and chest.
The blond teenager lost no time in pulling the young wife's leg up, exposing her vaginal split completely. Quickly lying down facing her on the wide double bed, he grasped his painfully throbbing penis and guided it swiftly into the moistly pulsing opening of the wetly spread pussy. With a deep groan of pleasure, he rammed forward with all his young strength, until his long hard shaft disappeared deep up inside her wetly moistened cunt, joining Thomas' cock, already buried deep up inside her wide stretched rectal depths. Sarah lay moaning and sobbing from the almost unbearable shame, pinioned between the two rhythmically fucking males, with only the thing membrane of flesh between her anus and vagina to separate their two viciously plunging cocks. She closed her eyes tightly so she would not have to see the beautiful teenager's face before her.
Adam lost no time in matching his friend's frenzied thrusts as he began to fuck into Sarah Grimes' moistly throbbing pussy. He was excited nearly to the bursting point by watching Thomas' fucking of her anus, and he bore into her open vagina with heavily pounding strokes from the front, while his friend continued his blows into the depths of her wide-stretched asshole from behind.
The young housewife's twin passages up between her lewdly splayed thighs were stretched almost beyond endurance by thet two thick rods of male flesh, and every inch of her dark brown young body throbbed with torturuous sensation. And deep in her loins, an ever stranger and more lewd sensation began to grow, faint thrills of unwanted pleasure that grew stronger and stronger with each ramming stroke from the front and back. Unbelievably, from the depths of her shame and humiliation, another, deeper feeling once again surged wildly to life, just as it had that morning. At once Sarah recognized the return of the alien, bestial passion that had thunderingly overruled her puritanical resistance and enveloped her in pure animal excitement. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with it, and the nerve endings of her body became heatedly alive as the currents of unconscious desire began to grow into tidal waves of masochistic delight, sweeping through her with hurricane force and obliterating her previous fear and shame. She was beginning once again to enjoy it, and though she clenched her teeth and tried with all her might to overcome the savage thrills, it was no use. An overpqwering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body and scattered in its wake the last traces of humiliation and loathing. The thrilling new sensation mingled with the sharply wrenching pain. Her entire young body shook with barbaric passion and, with a deep groan of surrender, she suddenly gave in completely to its irresistible force. Her cock-ravaged young body began to twist and writhe shamelessly between the two rapidly fucking males as a raging maelstrom of torturous delight swirled up from the depths of her unconscious and charged the astonished young wife with intensified sexual excitement. Her hips moved eagerly backward to meet the man named Thomas' brutally thrusting cock with her now eagerly absorbing rectum, and then forward to suck in the whole of Adam's rapidly plunging penis deep up inside her hungrily swallowing cunt. She undulated wildly between the two hard male bodies in an unexpected ecstasy of bestial sensuality.
"Oooohhh, yesss, both of you, fuck me good!" she heard herself utter suddenly. Was it really she who had uttered such a horrible truth of what she felt, and now, in a final cry of utter accoptance, she cried more:
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh! Fuuuccckkk! Fuuuuucccckkkk!"
In the bedroom of Karen Black's little flat, Philip and the voluptuous blonde lay quietly on the bed smoking cigarettes. Their bodies reclined in languid staisfaction on the mattress, and they puffed slowly relishing the soft warm afterglow of their dynamic fucking.
"Well, Philip honey, I must say that was one hell of a good fuck," the honey-colored girl purred contentedly. "My pussy ain't felt so good in a long time."
"You don't say?" the dark-skinned Philip said, chuckling softly. But inside, his mind had already returned to his little home and his gentle wife. True, he had really enjoyed being with Karen again after all this time. There was no doubt about it, she was a hot fuck and a great lover.
But it was not she that he had married., and eared for and loved. It was Sarah. Oh, how he wished that his wife could satisfy him sexually the way this young wanton girl could do! And now, he recalled Sarah's confused and hurt tone of voice when he had called her earlier to tell her he would be home late, not to wait up for him. He didn't want to begin living a double life, telling lies to his wife and going outside of his home in order to feel sexually potent! He wanted to be with Sarah, wanted to hold her in his arms and feel her warm, passionate response. How could he ever get her to the way he needed her to be? "Well," he said reluctantly, "I've got to be going now, Karen. It's time for me to go home."
"Aw, baby, you don't mean that! You're not gonna leave now, are you? Why, the fun's just started!" begged Karen. And then, with an accusing look growing on her face, she said, "Oh, I get it! You must be afraid to leave the little wifey of yours home alone too long! Afraid of what she might get into herself, huh? Well, don't worry, she won't do nothin' behind your back. Why don't you relax, honey?" Philip was suddenly, unexplainably, longing to leave. There was no point in trying to explain to Karen that he felt that he had made a mistake by even coming to her apartment tonight. But he knew beyond a doubt that now, this very minute, he wanted to head home, to take Sarah into his arms, and try to make it up to her for the terrible infidelity he had just committed.
"It's been real nice, Karen, but I'm going home now," said Philip firmly, as he got out of the bed and began fumbling for his clothes. Karen herself had had enough experience with men to know better than to beg him to stay. Nor did she try to press him about when she would see him again. She knew that someday her time would be ripe again, and this magnificent example of maleness would be back to thrill her, as he always did, and before he left her house she only leaned up to his face to give him a soft, moist, loving kiss.
It didn't take more than fifteen minutes for Philip to cross town through the darkened streets. Trying his best to calm his anxieties, Philip parked quickly and quietly on the strret, so that if Sarah were asleep she wouldn't hear the car pull into the driveway. If he could possibly get into bed without waking her, he wouldn't have to look at her in his guilt and try to make excuses about why he had stayed away from home for so many hours. Truly, he didn't want to have to ever lie to his young wife again.
Walking as quietly as possible up the front walk and reaching the front door of their home, Philip slipped his key into the lock and opened the door, being careful not to make any sounds that would give away his presence. A small light in the living room was burning, but no one was downstairs. Well, he thought, she probably left it on for me to come home to. She must be upstairs. Yeah, he could see that the bedroom light was on. As quietly as possible, still hoping that perhaps she had fallen asleep reading and left the light burning, he mounted the stairs and stood still in the hall, holding his breath. But now, through the open bedroom door, he could hear sounds, strange, unbelievable groans and cries that could only mean one thing! Sarah was getting the screwing of her life by someone in his bed! Yes, that was it! The sounds of sexual frenzy were unmistakable! His teeth gritted tightly together, grinding furiously and his fists clenched as he moved stealthily down the hall towards the bedroom door. The orgiastic sounds increased as he neared the open door, and as he got closer he pressed his back against the wall of the hallway, edging forward until, his body trembling with suppressed rage, he was able to turn his head just enought to see what was going on inside.
What he saw made him nearly cry out in rage!
His beautiful, coffee-skinned young wife was sandwiched obscenely between two white, hungrily fucking teenagers, and they were screwing her tits half-off in the ass and the pussy, right on his bed!
His mind could scarcely contain the overhwleming shock he experiecned at seeing the madly fucking trio on his bed. His wife looked almost like a complete stranger, her head tossing back and forth in wanton excitement . . . She was enjoying getting the living shit fucked out of her by the two young white boys!
You cheatin' little bitch! he thought bitterly to himself. All that crap about how I'm not gentle enough! And you're moaning and wriggling like a female dog in heat! You lying bitch!
Everything in him wanted to lunge forward into the bedroom and tear the men from his wife's body, and beat: them senseless! He wanted to beat Sarah, too, for having cuckolded him in this way! Yet his sense of manly pride could not bear the idea of the sneers of contempt he would undoubtedly get from the young white men who were now so wildly fucking his young black wife! He had been made a complete fool by his own spouse. He was paralyzed by the humiliation he felt. Keeping himself hidden, he decided to wait until the two teenagers had left. Then he would confront Sarah with what he had discovered. He leaned back against the wall, his face a tortured mask of stunned disbelief! His marriage was over, completely over! He had felt guilty about betraying his wife, and now she had hideously betrayed him!
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Sarah was out of her mind with seething pleasure induced by the rampaging double-fucking she was getting from Adam and Thomas. Unaware of her husband's presence in the house, she mewled excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of lusty excitement. She was cumming . . . cumming uncontrollably, and her wildly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that drove her nearly mad with delight! Her eyes rolled upward in her head and her wantonly writhing, dark-skinned body was delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior.
"I'm cummmmiinnggg!" she wailed, "Oh God, I'm cuuuummmiiinngg again!"
Hearing her ecstatic cries, Philip was staggered to the depths of his being. She had never cried out like that, never expressed an erotic excitement so deep when he was fucking it to her. Oddly, although he was still almost insane with fury, he felt his cock throb faintly at her cry of utter sensual abandon. He turned his head back toward the bedroom, seething with a strange mixture of anger and excitement, and began to watch, as if hypnotized, while his adulterous wife writhed in the throes of her orgasm.
Thomas and Adamn, too, both sensed her overpowering excitement and it charged them with renewed potency. Their two massively inflated cocks became even thicker with raw masculine power as they fucked into her, front and back, searing the twin channels of her cunt and asshole like two huge battering rams, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of the ravishingly beautiful black woman pressed hotly between their hard male bodies.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhh!" Adam groaned, as his sperm-bloated testicles suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "I'm cumming! Annnngggghhhhh!"
His body jerked spasmodically as he suddenly spurted wave after wave of white-hot cum into Sarah's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans and filling her with his hotly scalding semen.
In the hallway, Philip's eyes were riveted to the obscene sight, and his burgeoning cock pulsed urgently in his tight trousers in response to what he saw.
Although he struggled to deny it, there was something deeply exciting about seeing his own wife being fucked shitless by the two young, white boys, and oddly he found his anger diminishing somewhat in favor of the sudden surge of lewd warmth that began to tremble within him.
Thomas, nearing his own climax, began to knife his massively hardened cock forward into Sarah's greedily clenching anus like a thundering cannon. His enormously swollen balls could no longer contain his wildly churning semen and the thickly boiling cum soon travelled up the massive length of his lewdly thrusting cock until it burst through the parted glans of his cock-head and gushed into the dark interior of the incoherent young wife's forever stretched rectum, filling her with a radiant burst of heated moisture that enhanced her delight beyond measure.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "Oh God!" It felt as though he were giving her a hot-liquid enema back there in her rectum!
On and on it came, until finally Adam withdrew his fully spent rod of flesh from Sarah's cum-drenched pussy and pulled away exhausted, while Thomas completed his last few hard strokes. Finally, he, too was completely drained of his sperm. He stopped, and eased his softened penis out of her still-throbbing anus with a lewd, wet pop, leaving the obscenely ravaged young girl lying in a tousled heap on the bed.
"Listen, Thomas," Adam said with a trace of urgency in his voice. "We better get out of here before her husband comes back. We been here too long as it is."
"Ok, let's go," Thomas said, as he quickly began to dress.
Adam knelt tenderly for an extended moment over Sarah, who lay inert on the bed, battered and bewildered by the turbulent sexual orgy, her body aching from head to foot. "Listen, Sarah," he said. "I know you didn't really want to have anything to do with me or my friend. I know you thought you would hate what we were going to do to you. But you've been "" wonderful, just like my goddess that I thought you were, and whether you know it or not, you needed us, just for right now. Now we're going to go away and never come back, just like you want. But please remember that I loved you. Good-bye."
Just for a moment, Sarah looked again into Adam's bright green eyes. His blond hair was slightly damp with perspiration, and the little curls framing his face were sticking to his forehead appealingly. She could see the sincerity of what the strange teenager was expressing, and in some dim part of her she was grateful to him, grateful that he had undamned the river of her captive passions. But now all she could do was sigh and close her eyes, unable to say a word.
Philip quickly and quietly receded down the darkened hallway, allowing the two boys to pass down the stairs without seeing him at all. He had heard Adam's last remarks, and his dizzy brain could hardly understand. His wife had apparently been rape-fucked by two men, and yet . . . she had liked it, . . she had experienced an overwhelming climax. It made no sense, none at all, and he feared he would go crazy with the confusion of the situation.
As he heard the front door close behind the two teenage boys, he began moving mechanically towards the open bedroom door where his wife now lay helplessly spread wide . . .
Chapter Seven
Sarah was lying on the bed, still sobbing quietly to herself. It was not until her husband's sharp voice rang out that she became aware of his presence in the room.
"I don't know what you're crying about, you little slut!" he shouted in a dry tone. "You've just been having the time of your life, looks like to me!"
Sarah looked up and raised her head, fear and panic rising in her as she realized that her husband must have seen everything! Oh, God! she thought, my worst fear has come true! Her heart thudded hollowly, and her stomach turned over in nausea at the realization that everything was lost now. The contempt and anger in her husband's voice and eyes were obvious. There was no hope, no way she could explain!
"Oh, Philip," she started weakly.
"Don't 'Oh, Philip,' me," he interrupted her harshly. "All this time you've been pretending to be so goody-goody, too much of a lady for my crude desires, and behind my back you're having wild orgies in my bedroom!" His anger was only tempered by his own guilt at this point, as he knew in the back of his mind that he had jsut left his own "orgy" over at his ex-secretary's house.
"But I didn't want them to do that, Philip, you've got to understand!" cried Sarah pleadingly.
"Oh, sure," he spat. "It sure looked like you didn't want them to . . . fuck yout Shit, how many times have they been over here and fucked you???" he demanded.
His voice was shaking with anger, causing his terrified wife to tremble with fear and shame. Insultingly he reached down and began harshly caressing her full, swaying breasts, pinching her raw and aching nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
"Course it wouldn't be hard for you to tempt a man into raping you, Sarah," he went on sarcastically. "With your big tits and your tight little cunt, who could resist?" Philip could not resist himself slipping one hand down to the still moistly quivering flesh between her thighs and running his finger teasingly over her swollen vaginal slit. Sarah bowed her head in humiliation at his crude remarks, knowing that she deserved every one of them. She deserved anything he might say to her now, and all she could do was submit and take the verbal punishment he was heaping on her.
Slowly Philip stepped back a pace, letting his eyes roam openly over the nakedly revealed form of her body, taking in the pointed fullness of her voluptuously rounded breasts, whose nipples stood out in quivering harshness from the trembling deep-brown mounds, the graceful curves of her tight little belly and roundly flaring hips, and the nappy dark "vee" of her damply kinking, cum-glistening pussy hair nestled softly up between sleekly tapering thighs. His stomach turned over with a painful mixture of desire and hatred for her beautiful young cunt, the cunt she had been denying him while she gave it to strangers! His mind was consumed with a blinding circle of red rage, rage and pain at this woman, the wife he had loved as best he knew how, only to have his efforts hurled back in his face with the crudest kind of contempt. He wanted to cry, and at the same time he wanted to kill her, to beat her lying, cheating feminine softness to a quivering pulp, but he knew he couldn't do that either. Despite the fact that she had inflicted the greatest hurt on him that a woman could inflict on a man, he knew he couldn't hurt her, even though he had the right. But he would have his revenge, he thought blindly. If this night was branded into his memory forever with all its pain and humiliation, he would see to it that she didn't forget it soon, either! If other men could do with her body as they willed, then he certainly, as her husband, could take her now the way he had always wanted to take her!
"Well, now I'm gonna fuck you, my darling little slut of a wife!" he announced. "I'm going to have a good time, the kind of good time you never wanted me to have with you. Now stand up, dammit!" he shouted insanely.
Trembling with humiliation and fear, Sarah did as she was told, summoning the last remaining shreds of her strength. Philip sprawled on the edge of the bed, and
Sarah stood naked before her husband. Reaching down, he began to fondle the thickly swelling bulge of his cock and balls, deliberately being as offensive and gross as he knew how to increase his adulterous wife's torment. And to think that he had left his beautiful, white girlfriend's house in a guilty fever, and rushed home to make it all up to his poor, defenseless wife! What a laugh!
"Come here and spread your legs!" he ordered sharply as she stood before him.
Shaking with shame, Sarah did as she was told. Her mind was almost numb with all she had been through. But nothing could compare with the degradation she now felt at being treated so cruelly by her own husband! Nothing!
Rudely Philip reached up and.inserted two fingers into her wetly clenched vaginal slit, driving them upwards cruelly so that the walls of her cuntal interior burned hotly. He rotated them harshly, deliberately pressing them deeper into her already once tonight sperm-flooded depths. Sarah winced.
Oblivious to her feelings, Philip pulled her roughly forward, using her lewdly opened pussy like a handle. Withdraw- ing his fingers, he gripped the rounded half-moons of her buttocks and buried his face between her legs, snaking out his tongue and licking the full length of her soft, cum-filled vaginal slit. Deftly he worked his lewdly flicking oral probe up to the tiny bud of her clitoris, and, holding her firmly in place, began covering with warm wet saliva, teasing it expertly to life, and making her tremble with unwanted shivers of excitement. Try though she might, she could not resist the salacious tremors that radiated outward through her whole nakedly quivering body as his hungrily questing tongue pressed into the tiny folds of flesh around her now throbbing clitoris. Involuntarily, her thighs trembled spasmodically, and she fought' down moans of sexual hunger that rose unbidden to her throat. It was impossible but true - after having been, in actuality, fucked by two teenagers and then discovered in the act by her husband, events that she would have thought would freeze her sexual responses forever, she was actually becoming aroused again. Her body was beginning to respond with by now all too familiar shudders of hot, hungry lust as
Philip's hot tongue churned lasciviously between her helplessly spread thighs.
Scalding tears began to course down her cheeks as she realized that her own body was betraying her, too!
Philip could feel her mounting excitement and he continued to tease her cruelly, savoring the humiliation that her hot tears told him she was feeling, "Now on the bed!" he said, still trying to sound as cruel and angry as possible. "No, not that way, on your stomach. Now kneel up!"
Sarah's enraged husband reached down and grabbed the softly pliant flesh of her hips and pulled them upward until she was balanced precariously on all fours, her buttocks waVing lewdly back up in the air.
In spite of his anger, Philip's eyes roved wildly over his unfaithful wife's smooth, brown-colored body. He flushed again at the thought of her familiar breasts being kissed and fondled by complete strangers, her firm, dark thighs being caressed by strangers. The only thing that tempered his rage was the knowledge that he, too, had been unfaithful to his wife twice that very day.
Assuming a position on his knees behind her, forcing her shapely thighs even further apart, he began sliding his hand into the tight crack between her helplessly quivering buttocks. Her head was down, as though she were hiding her face. He probed until his hand found the tightly puckered hole of her anus, so recently deflowered by Thomas' assault. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against it, rotating it until the tight ring of her sphincter muscle gave way slightly, and he began worming his way inside. Sarah flinched as she felt his lewdly probing finger enter her back passage, which was still wet and slippery inside from the enema-like ejaculation the teenage Thomas had had in her such a short time ago. She tried to squirm away, but Philip's determined movements did not permit any escape.
Philip continued to inch his way torturously into her hotly clenching rectum with his index finger, oblivious to her grimaces, and then, turning his hand so that his thumb was braced against the rounded bone at the upper end of her rectal canyon, he slid his middle finger downward over the slick surface of her vaginal crack until it found the swollen bud of her clitoris. He began to move his two fingering probes deftly back up between her thighs, torturing her front and back with lust-inciting motions, until he could feel warm rivulets of moisture seeping from her vagina and anus, produced by the involuntary contractions of her interior cunt walls, which began to respond to his manipulations with a will of their own.
Sarah's pelvic muscles lurched wildly as hot sensations of renewed pleasure surged through her loins. "Aaaaggghhh," she choked, as his lewdly questing fingers twisted and stroked her unbearably sensitive clitoris and fucked deeper and deeper up into the secret recesses of her bowels. The maddening mixture of pleasure and pain was doing its work again, just as it had earlier, and despite the degradation of her position, with her lewdly upthrust buttocks waving defenselessly in the air, she once more found herself unable to fight down the obscene delight that made her body flush with hotly quaking pleasure.
"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned, unconsciously pressing her ass backwards and taking his rigidly erect index finger into her rectum to the hilt.
Feeling her mounting responses, some of Philip's anger lessened, replaced by fascination. It was, after all, the first time he had ever felt her respond with such naked lust, the first time her mask of lady-like reserve had ever been stripped away in his presence. "You should have been like this to me a long time ago, Sarah," he said, feeling her struggles dissolve into wriggling sexual hunger. "You should have come down off your pedestal and quit trying to pretend to be such a fuckin' lady!"
Sarah's only reponse was to moan incoherently, as ripples of pleasure, created by his still actively probing fingers, went through her in ever widening waves.
The sight of her, helplessly trembling with lust, acted on Philip's consciousness like an aphrodisiac. At last he knew he could do whatever he wished to with his own wife, she was his completely to do whatever he wanted, and the thought made his whole body feel alive and throbbing with the lewdly masculine urge to dominate. He began to enjoy his position, a role he had never played before. Now, with this voluptuous specimen of ripely fuckable womanhood lewdly splayed before him, he had his chance. The fact that she was his wife and that she had been unfaithful to him only increased his fire of lust.
"I've never fucked a woman right behind two other dudes before," he said, almost to himself, slowly rotating his finger in her rectal depths. Skillfully he continued to press and tease her clitoris so that what should have been a sob of hurt at his degrading remark emerged from Sarah's tightly constricted throat as a groan of pleasure at the hungry churning in her belly.
"I'm almost tempted to fuck you in the asshole just to hear you moan like you did with that little punk, but I'd rather fuck you right where you like it best!"
"Oh yes, Philip," moaned Sarah. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
At Sarah's words Philip's cock roared into greater throbbing life, and he seized his long hard shaft in his hands and positioned it at the entrance to her cuntal slit.
"I'm going to fuck you! Right now!" he cried enthusiastically, momentarily for- getting his anger in the heat of his wife's unprecedented arousal.
Seizing her smoothly rounded hip flesh in his hands, Philip suddenly pulled her backwards, at the same time plunging forward and up with full force himself so that his fully erect penis rammed up into her vaginal depths right to the hilt in one stroke, nearly lifting her off the bed with the brutal force of it.
"Aaaaiiiieee!" Sarah shrieked as she felt it hammer shudderingly against the tip of her cervix. She could feel him withdrawing all the way, and she braced herself for the next thundering blow, which she was sure would come in a moment. And it did! And another! And another! Philip's lusty swollen cock drove in and out of her with cruel force, while his hands gripped the fleshy expanse of her buttocks and pulled her backwards to meet every bludgeoning stroke.
"Reach back under your cunt and tickle my balls!" he cried now, reaching an unbelievable frenzy of joy, and no longer ashamed to tell his wife what he wanted her to do to increase his pleasure.
And she responded! The young wife reached down between their two pairs of legs to the place where she could feel his round, hairy testicles grazing the smooth sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. They were heated and hard to the touch and she ran her fingers over them lightly, while his furiously plummeting cock continued to surge in and out of her. The shift in her position caused her to fall forward on the bed so that her head dangled out over the edge. Her buttocks were lewdly arched high in the air, and behind her, her husband's nakedly tensed body loomed, every muscle tightened in feverish desire as he responded to her lurid manual caress and felt the ever tightening pressure of her vaginal muscles around the enormous girth of his hotly throbbing cock.
She realized with a start that she had never before now allowed herself to become aware of his sexual needs, so absorbed had she been in her own whining desire for romance and poetry in their lovemaking. She had never appreciated any of his efforts to please her, had shut herself off from him, making it impossible for him to excite her merely because he hadn't used the right words. She had been smugly superior, inwardly believing, like her mother, that his uneducated background made him totally incapable of appreciating the "finer things."
But now, today, for the first time, she had experienced the overwhelming effects of raw animal passion, had experienced unprecedented heights of pleasure, even with two complete strangers! And she knew that this was what her husband had been trying to show her all this time! Suddenly she felt overwhelmed with love for the muscular young man whose cock was fucking in and out of her wetly clenching pussy with demonic force, and filled with regret more painful than- anything physical she had had to endure for all that she had stupidly thrown away in her blind romanticism.
Oh, if only I could make it up to him! she thought. And yet now she knew that she had probably destroyed their marriage. But at le, ast she had tonight, and she was going to try her best to express her feelings to him now!
Tenderly, she increased her artful stroking of his rhythmically dancing testicles and allowed herself to move in rhythm with his powerful fucking thrusts.
"Oh, Philip," she moaned, "I love you, only you! And baby, you're the best fuck I've ever had!" Her voice was shaking with tears of sincerity. "I want you to fuck your big hard cock up into my cunt all you want, baby, all you want!"
Something in her tone startled Philip's mind! She sounded as though she meant what she was saying! Oh God, if only it were true! This was the wife he had dreamed of having. The angrily aroused young husband vainly fought his own emotions down. But he knew that he loved her too! And she was turning him on more intensely than ever before!
Sarah bore down with all her strength, seizing his thickly swollen cock with her tightly contracting vaginal muscles as though the only way she could really express her feelings were with the most basic sexual embrace. His lust-hardened penis felt like fire buried up inside her hotly quivering loins, and she arched her straining buttocks even higher to receive each thrust of his blood-engorged cock.
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned. "Fuck me like no one but you can! Please, please fuck me!"
Her words, combined with the sudden softly yielding openness of her hotly throbbing vagina around his rhythmically driving male hardness exploded in Philip's mind like a skyrocket! He closed his eyes, feeling his hotly swaying testicles contract suddenly in her tenderly stroking hand, forcing his heavy load of thick seed upward into his pulsing shaft, where it churned and billowed, aching to boil over in release.
The young black husband's face contorted in ecstasy at the sudden upsurge of sexual feeling. Her unerring feminine perception of his open pleasure sent a thrill of renewed desire through her loins, and her whole body shuddered with it. He was so beautiful! Her muscular young husband was so beautiful and she loved him this way more than she ever had, with his body arched over her, strong and clean like a young animal! Suddenly she stopped stroking his balls and used both hands to push herself back up into a kneeling position. She began fucking her hungrily grinding young pussy back at him of her own volition, rotating her pelvis lewdly and spreading her legs wide. Philip again gripped her buttocks to steady himself, and within instants they were fucking together, in perfect synchronization, their two young bodies slapping together loudly while the speed of their greedy strokes grew faster and faster.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhh!" Philip groaned, as the pressure in his balls became almost unbearable.
"Oh yes, yes," Sarah cried out. "That's it! Oh fuck it, darling! Fuck my cunt as hard as you want to! Make it cum! Oh, fuck it!"
"Oh baby," Philip heard himself gasping as he slammed into her with renewed energy. "Oh Sarah . . . ah . . . ah ... I'm cumming! Iii'mmm cummmiii-nnnggg!"
"So am I! Oh, so am I!" his wife shrieked ecstatically in reply, grinding her hotly clenching pussy flesh down against the base of his furiously ramming cock as she felt the first spurts of his thick male fluid gush forth to mingle deep up inside with her own now freely flowing womanly secretions. "Oh God, Philip, my darling, Iii'mmm cummmiiinnng!
Philip's orgasm hit him with a force greater than anything he'd ever felt in his life. Even after the last drop of his white, hot cream had been spewed deep up inside her greedily trembling young vaginal depths, he continued to fuck in and out of her, while Sarah in her turn responded eagerly, letting him take her to peak after peak of pleasure with a wild, animalistic abandon that she had never permitted herself before, surpassing easily the lewdly bestial thrills she had felt with Adam and Thomas. She could stay like this forever, her buttocks raised' obscenely skyward behind her, while her husband fucked his massively virile cock deep up into her hotly burning vaginal depths.
Finally it was over. Philip fell forward in exhaustion on his wife's back, his cock slowly softening, though it still jerked occasionally inside her again, cum-flooded interior. As their passion subsided, Sarah steeled herself for what would come next. She expected justifiably angry words from her husband, that would try to negate the incredibly ecstatic experience they had just shared for the first time. She closed her eyes as she felt her husband ease his weight off her body, his now soft, semen-drained penis slipping wetly out of her passion- flooded vagina. She didn't want to meet his eyes now. She would be unable to bear his contempt and if he no longer loved her, although she knew she deserved it, she did not know how she would bear it.
But the angry words did not come. Philip remained quiet and peaceful on the bed. It had been so sweet to fuck her like that, the way he'd always wanted it to be, sweeter than anything he'd ever felt in his life. His passion spent, his anger had subsided too, and he found himself aware only of the aching sense of loss he felt as he gazed at her soft round nakedness. He wanted to tell her how good it had been, how warmly desirable her passion-charged body had felt as she writhed beneath him, but the words stuck in his throat.
Suddenly he realized that he had never told her how he really felt about her. He'd always just fucked her the way he wanted to, trusting the force of his desire to communicate all the things he had never put into words. He'd always known she liked the foolish, romantic things he had suppressed.
The only thing he could do now was to collapse on his back on their bed, and then, with a tenderness he had never expressed before, he softly reached out for her hand and pulled her towards him until she was lying softly next to him, her head on his shoulder. He could feel her sweet tears on his neck as he pressed his lips gently to her forehead. Silently, they remained locked in this simple lover's embrace, and a deep, healing sleep overtook their consciousness.
Chapter Eight
"Oh, Philip, I'm so glad you understand," said Sarah, snuggling down deeper next to her muscular young husband in bed. "It's so wonderful to be in love with you again!"
It was already past noon, but the young black married couple were still pressed together nakedly beneath the cool sheets of their wide double bed. His wife had told him the whole story of what had happened to her with the young white teenager. And somehow he had found the courage to understand what she was saying, even to feel a certain contentment over it. After all, it had opened the floodgates of her passion, and she had made it amply clear that it was really he that she loved, and no one else, really he that she had longed to express her lovemaking instincts with, not some stranger that had happened upon her in the library, nor his gung-ho friend who had been brought alon& for the fun of it!
And then, after her tear-filled confession early that morning, he had found the words to tell her of his own transgressions, to let her know that he, too, had discovered his tremendous need for his wife and his wife alone. He had admitted to her openly that although his brief affair with his ex-secretary had been ever so exciting, it had left him only with a burning desire to be close to his wonderful, beloved Sarah. "Sweetheart," he replied tenderly, holding her tightly to him with both his arms wrapped around her contented body, "I've learned an awfully important lesson. I mean, about how important it is that we express our feelings to each other. I don't ever want you to be able to forget how much I love youl"
"Well, I'm never going to let you forget, either, darling!" said Sarah smilingly. "Because from now on I'm going to let you know about it any way I can!"
And with that, to her husband's great surprise, the ravishing black wife began to burrow down beneath the covers until she reached his naked loins, and then, unexpectedly, she began to lick the young man's relaxed penis and balls with her tongue. Immediately, his massive rod stiffened erect, throbbing vibrantly from Sarah's expert licking and sucking. Soon the lusty young wife took his rigid shaft all the way into her dark mouth with practiced skill, and began sucking on it eagerly.
Philip lay back and smiled, while ripples of newly awakened lust surged in his loins. He happily realized that his pretty young wife had changed, changed in a way that brought them closer than they had ever thought possible. He threw back the covers to gaze upon his lovely brown-skinned spouse sucking lovingly at his archingly hard black cock, and his hands tenderly caressed her neck and back.
"Oh, baby," he moaned happily, "you're the sweetest! Darling, I love you so!"
