Scott Davis hummed a tune as he skillfully weaved the car in and out of the traffic on the freeway. As usual, traffic was heavy as commuters wended their way into San Jose but for once, Scott didn't mind the slow moving cars and the angry honking of the other drivers.
He had recovered from Connie's early morning harangue and had once again picked up the tune he had heard on the radio in Rose's apartment last night. It was a catchy little song and for some reason it stuck in his mind and he couldn't help humming it at intervals.
La-la-la-la-la-da-da-da he crooned cheerfully as he thought again about Rose. She was a real live one, all right. God, he'd love to get a shot at her again tonight, but he'd better go home early if he was to have any family peace at all. An image of Rose's porcelain-like body loomed in front of him and he could almost taste the warm sweetness Of her cherry-red nipples and feel the soft cool flesh of her snowy white breasts. He remembered caressing her smooth, silky hips and how the soft dark curls of her pubic triangle had contrasted with the mildy whiteness of her thighs. The thought of her grasping eager young pussy closing in around his hardened prick sent a delicious shiver through him and his cock gave a little jump as the sensual thoughts simmering in his brain sent desire coursing through him, awakening the core of his manhood.
"Woweeee! I've got to keep my mind on my driving, Scott thought pulling his attention back to the road and his exit which was only a few minutes away. Moving smoothly now with the mainstream of traffic, Scott's thoughts wandered again - this time to his wife. An uneasiness rose in him as he thought of how he'd been neglecting her lately-staying out late, barely speaking to her, not making love to her.God knows, he didn't mean to ignore her, but somehow the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Of course, he still loved Connie, even desired her, still, but, something, something important was missing - he didn't know what. He just knew he was bored. In his mind's eye, he could picture, step by step, the sequence of their lovemaking - unvaried in their four years of marriage. He knew every action, every movement they would make; the initial arousal he would feel as he looked at her fine full form stretched out waiting. Her legs spread wide offering the softness of her warm clasping cunt to him; he knew he'd once again yearn to explore the secrets down between her legs with his tongue and coax her naked clitoris into life with his teeth, but he knew, as always, that she'd gently push his head away and pull his mouth upwards to hers. He knew every motion of their love-ritual, and perhaps, he thought as he swung up the exit ramp, that's what's wrong - she won't try anything new and I'm bored. However, as he parked the car, a little voice inside him told him again what he already knew - that he was not entirely blameless and that he should take a little more time and attention to see what his wife really needed.
All remnants of guilt and thoughts of Connie vanished from his head as he kidded around with his employee's and drank coffee in his office later. Well, one consolation, he thought to himself, is that he really enjoyed his job as a owner and landlord of several buildings in the city. He could get out around the town and was not tied down to a desk, and besides, he liked meeting people, talking to them in their own familiar surroundings, and getting a glimpse into the way they really lived. As he scanned through the list of complaints from his building managers, one marked urgent caught his eye. Someone had telephoned in and said that a large townhouse on Payne Street was occupied by more than one family and there was no clause in the lease for a multi-family dwelling. Scott noticed that the address given was in the same area as Rose's apartment and decided that he'd check out that complaint first and then maybe stop by Rose's for "elevenses!"
Lightly mounting the snowy-white marble steps and pressing the doorbell, Scott automatically checked the building for flaking paint and other possible exterior signs of wear. Actually, the two-story building was in excellent condition. The brick had been newly painted white, and the front door was painted to match the brick. There was even a lion head brass door knocker which gleamed against the white door. Scott rang the bell a second time and almost immediately, the door opened.
"Come right in," a throaty feminine voice said. "I wasn't expecting anyone this morning!" Before Scott could introduce himself, the woman had pulled him gently inside and closed the door behind him.
"Follow me," said the same husky voice.
What the hell, Scott swore -under his breath, as he followed her, his eyes riveted on the smooth figure encased in an almost transparent golden kaftan in front of him. He hadn't time to see much of her face, but what he could see of her back was plenty! That jiggling ass was enough to arouse the blood of any man. Scott barely noticed the hallway or the stairs he climbed as he followed her to the second floor.
She turned around at the top of the stairs and smiled warmly. "Here we are, honey." She purred.
God! Is she ever beautiful! The thought sprang immediately to Scott's mind but even as he acknowledged it, he knew "beautiful" was not the right word. "Sexy" was more like it! This broad, he thought, exudes sheer sex!
They were now in a large high-ceilinged room and Scott said abruptly, "Excuse me, ma'am...."
"I'll be right back, honey," she interrupted. "Make yourself at home." This last was accompanied by an expansive arm gesture. Mesmerized, Scott stood watching the doorway from where the enigmatic figure had left. He sucked in his breath as he finally noticed the room. He had never seen such a sumptuous place. A glittering chandelier hung from the high embossed ceiling and Scott could tell it was real crystal. Rich white velvet drapes were drawn over the two windows and an off-white shaggy carpet cushioned his feet. A single huge mirror filled one entire wall and Scott gasped as he noticed that the many paintings on the velvet-covered walls were reproductions of the most detailed, erotic of art from India. As his gaze fell on the large comfortable looking bed on which the counterpane was pulled back to reveal cream-colored sheets, it dawned on Scott that this was no ordinary dwelling.
Just then, his raven-haired hostess reappeared. She had two drinks in her hand and immediately offered one to Scott.
"Cheers!" She said airily, "Here's to us!"
They clinked glasses and both took a long drink of the cool liquid. Scott couldn't quite place the contents - it was a mixture of familiar things that somehow tasted unfamiliar, but good.
As he drank, he got a better look at his unknown companion.
Her raven-black hair framed a pert sensual face. Dark make-up circled her eyes and her lips were the color of cherry syrup. Scott's eyes fell to the voluptuous breasts, pushing up from the low scoop of her sheer golden kaftan, dropping to a trim waist and rounded hips. Although the deep etch of her natural neck lines betrayed a maturity in years not immediately discernible, that discovery only served to enhance her in Scott's eyes.
"My name's Ramona," she said finally. "What's yours?"
"Scott," he answered quickly, but you've...."
"I'm looking forward to getting acquainted with you, Scott," she drawled seductively, letting her eyes rest directly on his loins. His penis gave an excited lurch, as if in answer to her gaze, and bulged against his pants.
Scott saw the barest lift of her eyebrow as she noticed his growing tumescence and thought, "God, she exudes pure animal sex!" He could just see her, hungrily sucking his cock, her big breasts dangling on his chest, wild with desire for him.... He knew he had to have this woman, this Ramona, whoever or whatever she was, no matter what the circumstances.
Even so, he heard himself saying, "I've been trying to tell you, uh... Ramona, I'm here on business. I own this building, and I've had a complaint that I came to check out.
Ramona's eyes narrowed.
"What does that mean?"
"Well," Scott said nervously, there's the matter of just how many people live here!"
"I see," Ramona said icily.
They looked at each other silently. Scott noticed the protuberance of Ramona's nipples through the thin silk kaftan. Those boobs were all for real! Tiny beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lip and he clenched his fists to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the tantalizing orbs of teasing white flesh.
"However," he said slowly, "If I was sure there were no more people than was allowed - "
"There'd be no recriminations?" Ramona finished, moving closer to him with renewed interest.
"That's right," Scott said, almost in a whisper, staring straight into Ramona's eyes. "I think we understand each other."
Ramona smiled, a deep earthy smile and reached out and boldly touched his throbbing cock. Scott jumped at the electrical shockwaves from her touch on his swollen penis. She began to stroke it lightly through the material of his pants, and she grazed her breasts gently against his beating chest.
Laughing throatily, she said, "Now let's see what I can do to make you forget about those violations."
She leaned even closer to him and he could feel her hot breath pulsing against his cheek.
"Oh Christ, he thought, he had to have her. He'd overlook just about anything for the chance to fuck her!
His hands went out to her, touching her shoulders - but then she moved away from him out of his grasp. She took his hand and lead him over to the bed.
"Get naked, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to see that big cock of yours. I know you have a big one! Show me! I want to see what I'm getting."
Her eyes danced in her head and she ran her tongue over her lips in lewd anticipation of what she would see.
Hypnotized by her droning cantation, Scott slipped off his shirt, undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the head blood-red as if angered by its imprisonment. Ramona's hand reached out to the hardness of it and he gasped as her cool long fingers closed around its turgid circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her long nails rake lightly against his cock-skin, stopping to pressure the sensitive undervein unbearably. His cock was jerking now and he felt that the surging billows of heat building in his balls would rush to the head and explode at any second. Then - she stopped! A vicious snarl erupted from his throat, and he opened his eyes. She had moved to the far side of the room. Enraged, he was about to go after her, when she said, "Lie down on the bed, I'll be there right away."
His eyes glued to her he lay back on the bed, feeling the sensuous coolness of the cream-colored satin sheets.
Slowly, she began to unbutton the kaftan. Scott blinked his eyes as the voluptuous swell of her breasts was revealed to him. Almost artistically, Ramona folded back the fully open kaftan and exposed the perfect orbs to his lust-dimmed view. Craning his neck, he greedily enjoyed their natural upsweep, tapering to large firm nipples, rosily erect. She played her long index finger into the deep cleft, and Scott's own fingers itched for the feel of the soft doughy dounds. Slowly, she let the golden kaftan slide in a shimmering motion towards the floor.
Scott's balls throbbed feverishly as he watched her let the kaftan fall to the floor in a sparkle of gold to reveal the soft black wisp of her curling pubic mound.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he muttered, and Ramona delightedly walked nonchalantly around the room - a slow, sultry walk that smacked of a beckoning professional enticement. She stopped directly in front of Scott, and slowly lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along her jutting breasts, down along her nipped-iri waist and over the satiny contours of her hips. Scott's eyes were transfixed, and he was unable to move, even though she was only a foot away. Then her hands dipped lower, slipping through the dark tangle of her pussy fur. Deftly, she pushed aside the soft fleshy cuntal lips and revealed the pink tip of her already erect clitoris to Scott's hungry view. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely.
"I want to fuck you."
"How do you want to fuck me, baby?" Ramona asked tauntingly.
"Like this - " he spat, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Reaching out, he grabbed her into his arms. He showered hot kisses over her face, her neck, her throat as his hands roamed feverishly over the smoothness of her body, warm and soft against him. The musky female odor of her mingling with the heaviness of her perfume permeated his nostrils maddening him with desire. He smashed his lips down on hers and their tongues danced and fenced with each other. Ramona's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his unexplored sensitive areas - under his shoulder blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. Scott pressed the full length of his body against hers, crushing her down into the smooth silkiness of the sheets and cupping his hands under her firm buttocks, he pulled her naked crotch up towards him as he ground his pelvis down.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, you feel good," she moaned as she snaked out her legs on either side of him and then together again, locking them together behind his back, pulled him down even harder between her widespread thighs.
Reaching down, Ramona grasped Scott's engorged penis in her hands and began to move it up and down and around her wet throbbing vaginal slit, lubricating it in her own juices. He moaned as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and his palpitating cock became excruciatingly urgent and flexing his hips with an animalistic thrust,, Scott drove his pulsating prick into the warm wet cavern of her ready cuntal orifice.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh" she cried as her cavernous pussy consumed the hardened charging flesh until its full length was buried deep in her already hungrily sucking vagina.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she sighed, "That's the way I like it.. ."
Scott ground his pelvis into the responsive flesh beneath him and began to fuck into her with long savage strokes. Ramona returned thrust for thrust, driving her crotch up to meet his in an instinctive rhythm.
"Shove your finger in my ass." she hissed through clenched teeth. Scott, consumed by the uncontrollable flames of passion engulfing him was oblivious to all verbiosities.
"Shove your finger in my ass!" she screamed again, suddenly longing for the masochistic pain.
Dazedly, Scott reached down and searched with his index finger between the desperately working moons of her buttocks for her rectum. Finding the tiny puckered ring, he jabbed at it for a moment, and meeting with resistance, thrust his finger forward, hard, until the tight rubbery ring gave way and he slid his digit into the first knuckle. A shudder gripped Ramona from the initial pain of the digital invasion, but she pushed her buttocks back on his finger, screwing her anus down on it until it was completely sunk into the tight opening.
"Aarrggghhhh" she cried ... "I love it, that's it, baby!" She groaned wildly under him, twisting and gyrating from the intense pain-pleasure of the double impalement.
The pleasure building up in his balls was reaching boiling point and Scott knew he would cum soon. Her head flailing from side to side and her crotch grasping spasmodically, Ramona sought to achieve her orgasmic release.
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm cumming!" she cried hoarsely as she fucked back violently, battering her widespread loins desperately up against the pounding fury of Scott's pelvis. Passion and lust finally converged in Scott's tortured testicles and the hot milky seed rushed from his scrotum to spew frenziedly into Ramona's milking, sucking pussy, until there was nothing left. Exhausted, he lay on top of her, their quivering bodies still united.
"Ah Scott," Ramona said softly, "What a lay! You're some man!"
"And you're some woman," Scott answered.
Unwanted, unbidden thoughts of his wife crept into Scott's head. He wondered why he never felt like this after making love to her; instead of this feeling of power, of masculinity which he was experiencing, with Connie he always had a vague sense of frustration, of inadequacy. Why wasltiat? Whose fault was it? His flow of thought- was interrupted by Ramona wriggling out from under him and suddenly, she was on all fours, looking down at him with a salacious grin on her face. Her head dropped down toward his deflated cock and her tongue flicked out, darting and licking, teasing the limp expanse of his prick, flicking at the soft wrinkled skin of his relaxed scrotum. Chills rushed up and down his back and he noticed with disbelief that his flaccid cock was once more coming to life under Ramona's expert ministrations.
"Oooooohhhhh" he sighed, burying his hands in the bobbing black tangle of her hair. A smile flitted across Ramona's mouth as she saw his contorted face, twisted with passion, and she brought her ovaled lips down over the still moist head, enclosing its entirety in her soft buttery mouth.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh," he moaned, dabbing snake-like at the tiny slit at the top, at the same time sucking to draw any last remaining drops of cum from his cock. Ramona inhaled his pungent male odor and her tongue lapped the last vestiges of her own bittersweet juices from his genitals. With one hand, she massaged the soft crinkly skin of his balls and with the other, she stroked the base of his cock, rooting deep among the wiry pubic hairs as if she were trying to reach the very foundation of his rod. She then released the burgeoning head and lowered her diligent tongue to the softness of his testicles, by now writhing under her manipulation. Hungrily, she painted his balls with her salival juices, adding to the already tumultuous sensation in his testicles. She continued to lick at his bloated balls, her hand pumping furiously on his rigid shaft, making Scott squirm and twitch under the fire-like lashes of her tongue. Once again, her tongue swiped around the upright cock, and she enclosed the gigantic head in her skillfully contracting mouth. Reaching under his pelvis up towards her face until she took almost the entire length of his cock in her throat. Scott revelled in the sensation of his cock imbedded in the strange mouth and he was certain she would choke from the engorged mass. But she continued to suck him furiously, her body flailing from the force of her exertion.
Deep inside him, he could feel great flurries of heat rising in him and his breath exploded into tiny mewling grunts. The grunts turned into a low gutteral moan which erupted from his parched throat as again his hot sticky sperm began its headlong dash from his tortured balls to the willing receptacle of her churning mouth. Ramona sucked at the welcome, semen-shower and swallowed as though she was dying of thirst. She clasped her lips tight around the pulsating head and continued her frantic oral milking until she had sucked him completely dry. Finally, Scott lay back across the bed, spread-eagled, as Ramona nipped playfully at his ear.
"Now what was that about the number of people who live here, Landlord," she purred.
"Well..."
"Then, let me see what I can do to let that horrible memory fade forever. ..."
Chapter Two
Connie hadn't meant to lose her temper again this morning with Scott, but somehow, his utter complacency, his indifference to her feelings completely blotted out rational feeling and turned her into a whiny, ill-tempered wife. And what was worse, Scott wouldn't even talk about their problems. He maintained that impenetrable non-committal facade which irked her so much and added to her increasing resentment.
But, she thought determinedly, I'm not going to think about that now: Her friend Betty had invited her over to see some new clothes she had bought and Connie wanted to be there early so that they could have a long talk. She liked talking to Betty; Betty seemed to understand so much about a woman's innermost thoughts and feelings, especially with regard to men. Connie reflected that this was probably because Betty had been divorced and so knew a lot more about the world than she did. For, even at twenty-three, Connie knew she had a lot to learn. Connie decided to walk the ten blocks to Betty's apartment, since it was such a lovely day.
Thank God for Betty! Connie thought - I'd be half-crazy by now if it weren't for her friendship! Betty was waiting at the door for Connie as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. They greeted each other with an affectionate hug and went into the comfortable sitting room.
Betty was her usual talkative self, and looked stunning in a black pantsuit. Connie settled into the down-filled crushed velvet sofa as Betty brought in two Vodka and Tonics.
She felt relaxed, after sipping the potent drink, and told Betty about her quarrel with Scott, and how he had come home late again last night.
"But why, honey, why does he do this to you?" Betty asked sympathetically, rounding her bright blue eyes like saucers. She had, of course, heard a detailed account of all Connie's problems, told installment by installment by Connie herself. "I don't know, Betty, I wish I knew." "You deserve a lot better than that. Why, with your face and figure, you could have any man you want!"
"No need to go overboard," Connie laughed, "but, seriously, I wish things were better for us."
They sat sipping the refreshing drinks, discussing the frailties of men and the many problems of living with and without them.
"Hey, let's cheer up! Let me show you one of my new outfits!" Betty said as she got up from her chair and disappeared into the bedroom.
A few minutes later Betty then came into the sitting room wearing sheer, emerald green lounging pajamas - absolutely see-through. The vivid green was a perfect complement to her blonde good looks, and she wore a matching green lace bra and panties. Connie had never seen anything like it. Emerald was certainly Betty's color, and she knew it. Betty's breasts were bursting up out of the thin strip of the push-up bra and the tiny panties barely concealed her pubic mound. But Connie admired the ensemble profusely. She would never wear anything so daring herself, but she derived a sort of vicarious thrill out of seeing the provocative outfit on her friend.
Betty then brought another drink for them both, and showed Connie an assortment of accessories and lingerie which she had also recently purchased.
The copious amounts of vodka began to have an effect on Connie. She felt sleepy and she had difficulty concentrating on the tid-bits of information Betty was handing out.
"Betty, I think I'd better lie down for a moment, I feel dizzy," she said.
"Okay, Connie, why don't you stretch out on the bed?"
Connie stepped gingerly into the bizarre bedroom, marvelling again in her dazed brain at the pale pink-and-orange fantasy where Betty slept. Gratefully, she stretched out on the soft white rabbit-fur coverlet. The pale pink-candy-stripe walls reminded her of when she was a little girl and had had a dress of the same stripe, and felt secure and happy as sleep crept over her.
About an hour later, Connie's eyes flew open. She had been awakened by a noise in the livingroom. It sounded like a laugh and a cry at the same time. She had been sleeping soundly and at first, confused for a moment by the strange room, she had thought she might be dreaming. But there it was again! Something was going on out there, she thought as other muffled sounds reached her ears. She sat still on the bed, listening, not knowing what to do. Perhaps it was a burglar, prowling around. But where was Betty? Stop dramatizing, she told herself. It's the middle of the afternoon, what could happen? There was silence for a long moment and then what sounded like light whimpering. Again, she hesitated. She got up and crept over to the door, straining her ear against the wood. A long low moan came from the other room. It sounded like Betty; perhaps she was ill. She'd just take a quick look to see if everything was all right. She silently opened the door just a crack and looked. Her stomach lurched. There was
Betty - with a man on top of her, trying to rape her! He had her pinned on the brown deerskin rug on the floor. Connie almost let out a scream but stopped herself in time. She had to get out - to telephone for help. Her sleep dazed brain refused to work, and she stood there petrified for what seemed an eternity. She was shaking now but she knew it would do no good for her to try and help physically - that brute could easily kill them both. She stole another look at the incredible sight and again held her breath - but this time for a different reason. Betty actually had her arms around his neck! Connie watched, aghast. She had a good view of them - their feet were pointing in her direction, only about twelve feet away. All she could see of the man was his expansively flabby buttocks and broad back. Connie stood transfixed, unable to draw herself away from the lascivious sight in front of her.
Suddenly, Betty's legs splayed out wide on either side of the hulking body on top of her and then curled up and locked tightly around the broad back. Realization was beginning to dawn on Connie; the rape was only in her imagination; Betty was fully a partner in this lewd act. Connie blushed at her own naivete; anyone else would immediately have realized what was happening. But not her; somehow she felt betrayed by Betty's sinful action. She caught sight of Betty's new lounging pajamas, lying in a heap like a crushed leaf. She knew she shouldn't be watching this private scene but just then she saw clearly the exposed hair-covered furrow between Betty's widespread thighs. She could just make out the ragged glistening lips of her vagina. The man made an upward motion and Connie nearly gasped aloud when she caught a glimpse of the huge hairy balls nestling under the crevice of his ass. She couldn't leave now; the lewd sight held her in its prurient spell. A pair of hands - Betty's - dropped down and with a thumb and finger, deftly spread the hair-lined nether lips, expanding slightly the moist petal-like cuntal opening. Connie's heart pounded painfully as the man's hand reached down and grasped his long rigid pole. Raising his buttocks in the air, he poised the grotesquely-enlarged head at the wide-spread vaginal opening. With one bestial lunge, he sunk the huge rod all the way into the proffered cunt, until his pendulous balls were grinding snuggly against the open crevice of Betty's upraised buttocks.
A low banshee-like wail escaped Betty's lips and Connie bit her knuckles, wincing from the unearthly sound. The figures were still for a moment, and then the man began a slow sawing into the completely impaled woman beneath him. He withdrew slightly, sliding his glistening instrument out, the petal-pink flesh of her cunt dinging tenaciously to the withdrawing cock and then plunged it in all the way once more.
Connie's jaw dropped in disbelief as she saw Betty arch her back up off the rug and thrust her hips up to meet his down thrust. She seemed to be desperately trying to encase every last centimeter of his cock in her vaginal sheath.
"Fuck me - fuck - me - fuck me - " drifted across to Connie's horrified ears. In a monotonic trance, Betty's voice droned the horrid obscenities at her partner, spewing words which Connie had heard only spoken in whispers, and certainly not by a woman! The lewd forbidden words sent electric tingles darting through her. She watched disbelievingly as the man's hand once again dropped and the tip of his finger played in the widespread crevice of Betty's ass. It teased tantalizingly at the tight rubbery opening of her anus and suddenly disappeared through the fleshy protective ring and slipped inside. Another tortured cry erupted from Betty and tears came to Connie's eyes. She instinctively clenched the cheeks of her own buttocks, staving off an imaginary anal intruder. To her amazement, she saw Betty bear down on the digital skewer, impaling herself even more on the man's finger. Then she began a furious pumping against the dual instruments.
"Oh split me .. . hurt me ... split me ..." Betty whined.
A smouldering spark ignited between Connie's legs and she pressed her thighs together attempting to quench the raging fire. She was mesmerized by the sight of the couple fucking on the rug and her own body began an unconscious, almost-motionless churning of its own. She wanted to tear herself from the lewd sight - the depraved wanton coupling in front of her, but she was powerless - she couldn't move. The man was fucking her girlfriend wildly now, shaking the room with his furious pounding and then a piercing scream, followed by a low male groan, sounded, in the room, signalling primitive savage simultaneous orgasm. Even then, as the pair squirmed and twitched, the man pumping his sperm into Betty's widespread crotch, Connie couldn't move. She had to wait - she had to see everything - and only when the panting bodies lay still on the floor and she saw a thin rivulet of cum trickling from Betty's vaginal lips, did she silently close the door and tip-toe back to the bed.
Conflicting thoughts danced in her head as she sat down, trying to still the quivering between her legs. She had never seen anything like it - she had known no other man but Scott and her normal conventional upbringing had shielded her from the knowledge of primitive passionate emotions. Now she felt sick and disgusted. How could Betty abandon herself like that like a sex-crazed maniac? Had she no sense of decency, of self-respect? But the remembrance of Betty's ecstatic orgasm pushed into her brain. Was that normal? That wild abandoned release? Could every woman have an orgasm like that? Memories of her own orgasms mild indeed compared to the tempestuous display she had witnessed, flicked through her mind. But, of course, she assured herself, Scott and I make love; this was just pure out-and-out sex; why, they were like animals! No respectable married couple would behave like Betty and that man did. They were indecent!
The sound of a male and female voice, laughing and talking wafted over to Connie's ears and she decided to make her entrance - and exit.
Smoothing her dress over her hips, and trying to compose herself, she walked as nonchalantly as possible into the sitting room.
"Hi, Connie," Betty said warmly. "Have a good nap?"
They were both dressed now, Betty in her lounging pajamas, and the man in a rumpled suit.
"Oh yes," Connie smiled nervously.
"This is Victor McLester, an old friend," Betty said. "Victor, I want you to meet another old friend of mine, Connie Davis."
Victor extended a rough hand, and Connie shook it weakly. He was tall, hulking man, of enormous build, and his craggy face was disturbingly attractive. His steel-gray eyes held hers for a long moment before she managed to look away.
"I have to go now, Betty." Connie said flatly. "Oh do stay and have another drink," Betty pressed.
"No, I can't... Thanks anyway."
Gathering up her things, she briskly said goodbye and exchanged promises to call with Betty.
She sighed with relief as she stepped out of the apartment building. I'm never going to see her again, she thought. She's almost a tramp! And that horrible man...
But the memory of Victor's magnetic eyes and the weirdly exciting image of the two lustful writhing figures jerking their way to ecstasy were etched on her brain and remained there, as she walked slowly home.
Scott finished his fourth Scotch and wondered whether he should have another. He was at the Sextant, a favorite bar fairly near his neighborhood and he had stopped there after work. As he sat there alone drinking, he amused himself thinking about the morning he had spent with Ramona. He had never met anyone like her. His body tingled at the thought of her warm full breasts crushing into his chest and the expert tightness of her willing cunt around his cock. Christ, he said to himself, she sure is all woman.
A glance at the clock behind the bar told him it was almost 8 o'clock. He reluctantly decided to forego a fifth Scotch, and go home. What I don't need are more histrionics from Connie, he thought bitterly. God! Was it this morning when they had had that fight? It seemed like weeks ago, and being with Ramona - that seemed like years ago, even though it was just this morning.
He drove slowly home, concentrating on the expressway. He was not looking forward to his reception there, late as he was. I suppose she'll start in on me again as soon as I get inside the door. That bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? With her prudish little pussy and mustn't touch crap! I need a full-bodied woman, for chrissakes, not a child. "Oh don't do that!" he mimicked aloud, thinking of her constant refusal to experiment with him, to try anything new. And her orgasms, if you could call them that, he thought venomously. Like a goddamn nun! She sure as hell could take a few lessons from Ramona. The thought of Ramona sent a shiver of life stirring in his cock. God, what's the use, he thought. That little bitch at home turns me off! There's no use getting all worked up, old buddy, he slurred, talking to his growing member, there'll be otio welcome for you either there. He visualized Ramon a bending low over him, taking his prick in her honey-sweet mouth, caressing it into erection, sucking, sucking....
He stepped on the gas. His cock was crying out for release from its prison of fabric, pressing painfully against the cotton of his shorts. Looking down, he chortled with evil glee at the size of the bulge, and at the same time swore at the urgency of his need. Driving like a madman, he zoomed up the exit ramp and sped down the street towards his home. With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the driveway thankful at least for getting away with speeding.
Connie sat, waiting. Try as she might, she could not quell the rising tide of resentment. How could he stay out late again? She had gone to the trouble of cooking his very favorite meal, escallope de veau a' la creme and he didn't even condescend to come home on time. Well, in the mood she was in now, he'd get his favorite French fish, allright, right in the face! She jumped up as she heard him drive into the driveway and stood waiting at the window, arms folded, as he walked in the front door.
"Where have you been till now?" Was that shrewish, bitchy voice really hers? But she couldn't help it. He had to understand how she felt.... Connie gasped. Her eyes alighted on the huge bulge between his legs. What had he been doing? A harsh snarl escaped Scott's lips. Her remark had triggered a flood of sadistic anger - she had gone too far this time. The blood rushed from his face and he threw his briefcase on the floor.
"Where have you been til now? Where have you been till now?" He sing-songed, mimicking her demand, and dancing simian-like around her.
"You goddamn bitch!" he snarled. Connie atuomatically jumped back as his hand reached out to grab her.
"Come here!" he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice immobilized her and she stood there cringing, her arms cupped protectively around her breasts.
"I've got something for you, prissy missy," he leered, lewdly fondling his bulging genitals. Connie shrank back, against the frameway. God, what was fiappening? She could smell the liquor on his breath and she was afraid. She knew what he was like when he was drunk and she didn't like it. What can I do? She thought desperately.
"Scott," she said softly, her heart thumping furiously. "Why don't you sit down and we can have dinner? It's your favorite...."
"Shut up, shut up!" he shouted, grabbing her roughly by the arm. He poked his face close to hers and a waft of whiskey-breath blew in her face. Still holding her tightly, he half lead, half pulled her into the bedroom. Connie felt the blood rising in her head until she thought it would burst from the pressure. With a sudden move, he twisted her arm painfully behind her back so that she was forced to turn and fall back on the bed. She cowered down on it as if she hoped it would swallow her up.
Scott tore off his clothes and then strode up to the bed, facing her. Try as she might, Connie couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrous thick pole hovering in front of her. It was almost as huge and grotesque as Victor's had been. Was this her husband? Was this ugly thing the same instrument that penetrated her, professing love and tenderness? The slit at the top of the purplish bulging head ghstened obscenely, and seemed to stare lewdly at her. A shudder convulsed her.
"Big, isn't it, baby?" He jeered, waving it in front of her gaping eyes, his two hands clasped around its tree-trunk width.
"Take off your clothes!" he growled. "No," she answered defiantly, holding his eyes with hers. She was trembling but she had to resist. There was no telling how he'd react to naked body. Her sense of decency and repulsion to his disgusting manners and filthy words propelled her into defiance. Suddenly, his hands tangled in her hair and he jerked her face until it was an inch away from his throbbing instrument. She could smell the faint sweaty smell of male genitals and she gagged.
"You'd love to suck this, wouldn't ya, baby?" he sneered.
"No, no, no," she cried.
"Then get those clothes off, or by God, you will," he snapped, "and," he added lewdly, "Make it a good performance."
What could he mean, "good performance." Connie thought wildly. But a look at Scott's stormy, lust-filled face told her that the time for hesitating, for opposition to him was over. He was in deadly earnest, and when Scott was, she knew he meant business!
Quivering, she rose up off the bed. Scott sat in the bedroom chair, still lovingly cupping his swollen genitals. With downcast eyes, Connie began to unzip her green sundress. She had left it on after her visit to Betty that morning because it was so comfortable, one of those with a built-in bra, but now she thought she'd never wear it again! Spiritlessly, she drew the dress down over her shoulders, and felt her breasts stiffen as they were released from the tight confining cloth.
"Put some life in it!" Scott snarled.
She slipped the dress down over her hips, mustering a little wriggle as she did so. It fell on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing sandals and now, naked except for her pink nylon panties, she stood looking ashamedly at the alien face of her husband. Her face was beet-red from the indignity of his commands and she didn't know what else to do. She didn't even care.
"Walk around!" he ordered. Slowly, Connie began to walk around the room. She was humiliated beyond endurance and now she just wanted to get it over with - the "it" being whatever her drunken husband had in mind. She even swayed her hips a little, hoping, that by doing a good job, she might satiate his sickening desires. After she had completed the degrading circle of the room, she stood facing her husband once more. He was staring at her through half-closed eyes, his mouth slightly open, his prick still jutting lewdly up at her. She began to strip off the flimsy panties, slowly rolling them down over her thighs and past her knees to her ankles where she reluctantly stepped out of them.
Scott's eyes fed greedily on the sight of his wife's naked body. Her breasts were full and ripe, the roseate nipples erect. Her slender waist flared to fine ivory-smooth hips and her thighs looked soft and yielding contrasting perfectly with the dark pubic triangle. Not bad, he thought savagely, not too bad. Watching her undress had excited him even more, and just as he had felt this morning at Ramona's, he wanted to reach out and grab her luscious whiteness.
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust, Scott rose from his chair and pushed Connie toward the bed. He shoved her onto it, and she sprawled out face down. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her up on all fours, and then with one hand, he brutally pushed her head back down on the bed, so that her buttocks were raised lewdly up in the air.
Scott knelt behind her and with his hands, spread the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass. Connie made a momentary and useless lurch forward to try and escape his grasp, but Scott's hands dug into her ass-cheeks, holding her painfully in place. She ceased her struggles. She knew she would have to submit to his wanton desires. Her body was helpless, to be used as he wished....
Scott's" hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to her cunt. His eyes bulged as he gazed at the tight little asshole nestled in the crevice. His -balls tingled and ached and he longed to jam his cock deep into her soft brown depths. But he held back, wanting to savor every moment of the cruel subjugation he had in mind. The skin around her anus strained as he pulled at the flesh and his fingers probed at the puckered little ring like electric needles.
"Spread them wider!" he rasped.
Connie gasped. She tried to flare her buttocks but didn't succeed, so she spread her knees as far as she could without collapsing. He jabbed at the tight little hole with his forefinger, delighting in her wincing from the chilling contact. His other hand kneaded the soft loaves of her buttocks, leaving red imprints on the white snowy mounds. Bending down, he traced his tongue along the quivering split, leaving a thin shimmering trail like a snail's. Connie jerked uncontrollably as she felt his sharp teeth nip into her pliant buttocks but he held her fast and she could only grit her teeth as he bit into her mercilessly. Then his darting tongue was probing at the exposed nether ring, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the strong opening.
Oh God, Connie moaned. Why is he doing that? Can't he at least get on with it, instead of torturing me like this?
"Aaaagggggghhhhhh...." she sobbed as she felt the already taut crevice being stretched even more and then his long swollen cock lay its full length between her asscheeks, the bulbous head resting at the rubbery opening. Scott ran his prick lightly up and down the widely-stretched crack, a drop of cum already sparkling obscenely at the tip. "Tickle my balls, bitch," he spat. Dazedly and afraid, Connie reached back gently grasped the hairy pendulous balls in her hand. She had a sudden wild impulse to yank them, pull them right off, until Scott screamed for mercy, but she dare not. Gently, she stroked them, caressing them as tenderly as if they were rare and valuable jewels. Scott grunted, his eyes closed with pleasure, and then placed the huge swollen head against the tight hairless opening. The giant rod began to probe and work against her anus, seeking entry to the tiny virginal canal.
Although she tried to suppress the desperate thoughts, a flash of realization struck Connie and she had no doubt now as to her husband's depraved designs. He was going to put his huge bloated penis into her rectal passage! How could she take it? It would split her; she couldn't stand the pain. Ironically, she thought of how she had mentally castigated Betty and Victor for their wanton lust, but here her own husband was no better!
Tears came to her eyes and she began to whine quietly, desperately trying to free her buttocks from her husband's impassioned clasp.
"Shut up and be still!" he snarled. Trembling with fear, Connie tried to quiet the quivering in her upraised behind. With a sudden lunge, Scott tried to force his throbbing prick through the rubbery opening. But it wouldn't penetrate! It pushed painfully against the unyielding rectal entrance, and Scott swore softly at his defeat. Connie was shaking; she knew now that there would be no reprieve from the terrible profanity that was to be perpetrated on her. She would just have to endure it as best as she could, although how she couldi stand it, she didn't know. Why, oh why, was this nightmare happening to her? Her own husband was no better than the stray dogs on the street, forever mounting each other! Her backside was so sore, she could swear that it was raw and bloody; Scott's nails dug like'talons into the sensitive flesh. Her face felt squashed from being pressed into the pillow and her whole body was wracked with a severe cramp from the unnaturalness of her position. She had felt relieved for a moment when his gargantuan cock had failed to penetrate, the tiny hole, thinking that he might abandon the lewd idea, but - he was trying again!!
"Aaarrgghh!" A searing pain tore through her back passage, sending shooting pains all the way up her back. He was in! He was cruelly raping her anus! The pain blinded her. She felt a groping in her rectum, a stretching, twisting movement as if something was trying to widen the tight canal.
Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she stole a look down under between her legs. WHAT WAS THAT? It, was Scott's huge penis. .. but it wasn't inside her!! Then what was that dreadful pain? She remembered Victor and Betty .. . and then with a groan, she knew that it was only his finger inside her, widening her, stretching her, for the greater, crueller entry to come. OH NO, she sobbed, shaking her head into the sheet. If she hurt that much from his finger... his rock-hard prick would tear her apart, split her in two!! Fresh sobs convulsed her as she trembled with fear.
Scott had been surprised himself at the tightness of his wife's virginal asshole. Even his finger scouting in advance didn't seem to stretch it much, and he was getting angrier. Withdrawing his finger with a slight plop, he marshalled his strength, and he charged forward, his giant battering ram held poised for battle. With a mighty surge, he pressed on and the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the tremendous pressure. The huge head popped inside with a sudden rush.
"AAARRGGHH!" Connie screamed, her pelvis bucking and tossing against her husband's tightly grasping fingers, the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Vainly, she twisted and cavorted, trying to escape the brutal invader, but Scott grinned lasciviously and drilled his mighty cock up her rectum, tearing harshly through the virginal membrane.
Violent pain racked her body and convulsive sobs wrung piteously from her throat. She was hopelessly impaled. She bit into the bedspread, tears streaming down her face, maddened with pain. Scott clutched her hips in a bone-crushing grip, flexing his loins as he bored even deeper into her tight rectum. Inch by torturous inch, he heaved forward, raking the inner skin of her vainly resisting rectum with his granite-like prick, sending fresh searing agony through her tormented body.
"Oh Scott, please stop, please stop, I can't stand it! she sobbed.
His only answer was a savage lunge, which buried every single inch of his monstrous cock into her soft, innocent flesh.
"Nnnoooooo , .. !" she screamed, tortured beyond belief.
Hesitating just a moment, Scott's cock began its long journey out. Slowly, he pulled back the expanded rod, bringing further sobs of agony from his suffering wife. He withdrew his long pole until just the head was still imbedded in the tight passage. Then, once more, he rammed his lust-hardened rod into the abused passage, until its entire length was submerged. He began a slow sawing movement now as the distended passage eased a little and his sodomizing cock was the more easily able to continue its bestial rape. Scott looked down in satisfaction as his balls dangled below and his taut belly smacked hard against Connie's throbbing ass.
She kept up a steady moaning whine, her body a writhing mass of pain, and somehow in his drunken sadistic rage, her moaning added to his pleasure. His hands crawled over her back and buttocks, kneading and pinching her roughly and he began to drive his pelvis still deeper into her soft buttocks. He was sweating now and droplets of perspiration fell onto his wife's slim back. He began to pant and his breath came in short puffy gasps. His cock seemed to be inflating like a rubber tire and the sperm was building up in his dangling balls and would have to be emptied soon.
The pain had eased now and Connie tried to relax her torn rectum. The massive rod moved faster and faster and she felt his hands digging even more convulsively into her flesh, his loins pounding brutally against her numb buttocks and he began to utter strange crazy sounds, mingled with obscene insults.
"I'm cumming now! Fucking bitch, move your ass! I'm cuummingg. Aaaaaahhh ..." She felt the first waves of the white-hot liquid gushing into her tortured rectum adding new agony, as it burned the rubbed raw rectal membrane. Her thighs and buttocks were swept aside in one last ass-crushing rush as Scott emptied the last of his thick burning semen into her wide stretched anal hole, and then fell forward over her back, pushing her face down on the bed. She lay there, sobbing, as his flaccid cock slipped out of the forever expanded back passage, wet with slippery trails of male sperm.
Chapter Three
Hours later, Connie sat alone in the darkened kitchen. Her still-shaking hand held a cigarette and she greedily gulped a scotch and soda. Her body ached from the cruel anal rape which had taken place a few hours before, but all her tears were dried up now. No, she thought bitterly, I'm beyond tears now, beyond feeling at all.
Scott lay in a drunken satiated sleep, in the bedroom, and Connie vowed she wasn't going to sleep with him. In fact; she didn't even think she could face him again after what had happened and thoughts of packing and leaving him that night flickered quickly through her mind. But she was too exhausted and too weak to care; she'd sleep in the living room for tonight. The shame and degradation of her brutal rape made her face crimson as she sat there. What kind of a twisted monster had she married? What had happened to him to make him act like some prehistoric animal? Was it her fault? Mentally, she ran down the last few weeks in her mind. Certainly, she hadn't been a model wife, but then, she hadn't married the ideal husband either. And if a few petty quarrels, such as every married couple has, had this effect on him, he must be the victim of some dreadful debility. Where had they gone wrong? God knows, she thought resentfully, she'd tried her very best, preparing nice meals, keeping herself attractive. Why, she had even improved her techniques in bed. She knew she was responsive to him, even though her orgasm, thank God, wasn't a coarse animal exhibition like Betty's. She knew that some men felt inadequate if their wives didn't have an orgasm - she'd read that in a sexual guidance book - but she was thankful that wasn't their problem.
As the physical pain in her body faded, Connie's mortification gave rise to a slow burning anger. An instinctive desire for revenge asserted itself and her mouth twisted in an ugly grin as she finished her drink. She wouldn't ever forget this night, and she would do her damnedest to make sure he didn't, either. In fact, he was going to pay dearly. Very dearfy, for what he'd put her through!
Connie was still asleep the next morning when the phone rang. For a moment she looked around dazedly not sure where she was, but gradually the living room furniture came into focus and she groggily reached for the telephone.
"Hello," she said sleepily.
"Oh hello, Connie, did I wake you up?"
It was Betty.
"Yes, what time is it?"
"It's 11 o'clock sleepyhead," Betty replied cheerfully. "Listen," she added, "why don't you come over for lunch? Victor will be here and you can get to know him better. He's a swell guy!"
Connie hesitated a moment. A vision of Victor's flabby buttocks with his loose hairy balls hanging obscenely rose up before her foggy brain.
"I'm sorry, Betty .. ." she began.
"Oh, please do, Connie," Betty begged winningly, "It'll be so much fun!"
A slight twinge deep inside her reminded Connie of the horrible forced submission to her husband and she found herself accepting Betty's eager invitation. She had to do something to take her mind off what had happened and who was she to throw stones at others now, with the maniacal husband she had?
After solitarily drinking several cups of coffee, she applied her make-up carefully, as her eyes were still puffy from her crying jag. She was glad she hadn't seen Scott this morning - she still felt weak and defenseless and she wanted to be ready for him when she confronted him. It was another sunny day, and Connie defiantly decided to wear her turquoise shorts outfit - short shorts and a matching halter top. She knew that the shorts were a very snug fit, but she didn't care. Let Victor look! It would be a change for her to get all the attention instead of Betty! She wore large round sunglasses and she felt very glamorous, as she walked over to Betty's apartment. Judging from the wolf whistles, she thought wryly, I look glamorous too.
Victor let her into the apartment. He had on a light polo shirt and summer slacks. His salt and pepper hair was neatly combed and he held a manhattan glass in his hand. His eyes wandered freely over Connie's curvaceous outfit, coming to rest on the tempting area between her legs. Connie started under his frank gaze, her courage rapidly leaving her, but he only said smoothly, "Hello Connie. I'm glad you decided to come."
Betty poked her head around the kitchen door as Connie walked into the apartment. "We're having Manhattan's," she called gaily, "Want one?"
"Yes, please," Connie answered - a drink would help calm her nerves.
Betty came in with a large pitcher and a glass and soon all three were sitting down comfortably sipping their drinks.
After they had finished their drinks they all sal down to lunch. Betty served Gazpacho Soup and a delicious Greek salad.
"This salad is absolutely wonderful, Betty," Connie said. "Whatever is in it?"
"Oh various things, artichoke hearts, olives, hearts-of-palm, and lots of herbs."
"What is that pale powdery stuff on the lettuce - it doesn't seem to have a taste!" Connie puzzled.
"Oh that!" Betty laughed, that's tien-sai."
"Tien-sai?"
"Yes, it's an Oriental root, used there for thousands of years. It's supposed to have many special powers." Both Betty and Victor laughed as if at a secret joke, and Connie was even more puzzled, but she refrained from further questions.
Afterwards, they had ice cream liberally covered with cherry hquer, and then Betty poured another round of Manhattans.
Connie felt light-headed as she giggled and flirted with Victor who seemed to be paying her a lot of attention.
"I have to go to the store and get some groceries," Betty said hastily, "You two take it easy and I'll be back soon." She dashed off but not before she had left a fresh pitcher of Manhattans on the coffee table.
When she was gone, Victor refilled Connie's glass and his own, and they sat silently side by side sipping their drinks. Out of nowhere, a picture of Victor's huge, grotesquely enlarged cock, as she had glimpsed it before it tore into Betty's vagina, appeared vividly before Connie's eyes. Horrified, she stole a glance at Victor and involuntarily her eyes dropped to his groin, the bulge of which was discernible through his summer pants.
"What's on your mind, Connie?" Victor asked, a curious leering note in his voice.
Connie jumped. Had he seen her staring at him, at his crotch . . . had he read her mindl She forced herself to look directly into his eyes, and she shrank from the lust suddenly gleaming there.
"Oh nothing," she stammered, averting her eyes quickly. In her confusion, she abruptly finished the rest of her drink.
"You look serious," he said, "anything I can help you with?"
Again, the awful image of his spasmodic figure as he had pumped his lewd load of male semen into Betty's upraised vagina swam before his eyes. What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking those filthy thoughts? One would think that after last night, she'd never think of a man that way againl
"Are you okay?" Victor asked solicitously, squeezing her shoulder lightly. His touch electrified her.
"Yes, I'm tine." she mumbled, although she felt dizzy and her thoughts were jumbled.
"Here, lie back against the arm of the sofa." Victor suggested and guided her gently by the shoulder. Gratefully, she complied.
"Now isn't that better?" Victor murmured, settling himself very close to her. Connie lay back blissfully. It certainly was better. A fine cloud settled in her head, blotting out everything and she felt her whole body relax.
Suddenly, she felt a hand massaging her thigh, kneading the pliant flesh. It felt so good. She knew it was wrong but the soft massaging relaxed her, soothed her frazzled nerves. She didn't want him to stop, she'd let him do it for just a minute longer.
Her body stiffened as she felt him begin to stroke the cheeks of her buttocks through her shorts. She wanted to push his hand away - in fact, she thought she did push them away, but they were still there, kneading at her tender buttocks. She couldn't move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. She tried to lift her hand but her numbed brain refused to send the message to her arm and it just lay there. She felt a finger insinuate itself up the edge of her shorts - it was reaching up, probing, searching. She squirmed as the tip slipped under the leg band of her panties and found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair. An electric shock rippled along her legs as the foreign finger tangled playfully in her pubic mound. Forbidden sparks were erupting deep in the pit of her stomach and she squirmed back a little. What was she doing, letting this stranger paw at her, probe in her secret parts - a thing she barely tolerated her husband doing? Why was she powerless to stop him? Worse yet, why did she want him to continue? The manhattan's had dulled her resistance but what had awakened this unnatural desire? She wasn't attracted to this man, this stranger; only yesterday she had been disgusted with his wanton coupling with Betty. Now, she was actually encouraging this same man to caress and pet her! Was this the effect her husband's vile rape had on her - had it set off a primordial streak in her, changed her into God knew whatl The finger played along the tender furrow, already moistened with desire and the nail scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into life.
A warning voice from somewhere in the back of her mind warned her; this is wrong, stop now; stop it before it's too late. But she didn't stop it. She liked his finger on her naked genitals. The finger prodded at her viscous cuntal opening and then suddenly, without warning, plunged into the burning hole between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Connie sighed, unconsciously pressing her desire-ridden mound towards the worming middle finger. She was past caring now - she didn't know whose finger it was and she didn't care; all that mattered was the incredible fire that was building up as the teasing digit swirled around her moist pink cunt. A flush of heat was sweeping over her and she was hungrily grinding her pussy up onto the feverishly working finger. She knew her release was near; she wanted it; craved it.
Victor looked down at her churning loins. "I've got the proud little bitch where I want her now," he chuckled to himself.
Just then, Betty came in. Connie sat bolt upright. Her face was flushed and she desperately tried to hide from Betty's view the finger that was still hooked into her shorts. The burning in her groin was a raging fire now, and tears of frustration came to her eyes: She fought to quell it by pressing her loins tight down into the soft sofa, but her body fought back in anger over its thwarted orgasm.
"Hi there," Betty said, "You two having a good time?"
She must see, she must notice, Connie thought, and yet she's acting as if nothing is unusual!
"Yes, we're really getting to know each other," Victor answered. "I've discovered that Connie is just dying to have a big cock stuffed up her pussy!"
Connie gasped. Her face turned scarlet, and she instinctively hunched over, trying to hide her shame. But Betty just laughed:
"Is that so, honey? Well, Victor has a real, good one!"
Shame and mortification flooded through her. But what could she say? She had acted like a shameless hussy, hardly raising any resistance when Victor had started touching her down there. What else was he to think? And then to egg him on, she had churned around like that!
"I have an idea!" Victor called suddenly, finally releasing his finger from Connie's shorts. "Let's all three of us go in the bedroom!"
"Great idea!" Betty answered. "C'mon, Connie," she said, pulling at her friend's arm, "Let's go get ready for Victor."
Once again, Connie was powerless - she could only go with Betty into the bedroom. Victor followed, closing the bedroom door. He seated himself heavily in the chair, folding his hands completely over his stomach.
Immediately, Betty unzipped the bright dress she was wearing and stepped agilely out of it. With a flick of her fingers, she undid her bra and her firm full breasts swung into freedom. The turgid nipples were fully erect, arid Betty boldly cupped the quivering mounds in her hands.
Slowly, she drew the flimsy panties down her luscious body and discarded them at her feet. Then she raised her hands over her head, releasing her long blonde hair to let it cascade down over her shoulders. Victor whistled appreciatively and even Connie had to admit that Betty was gorgeous - positively the loveliest thing Connie had ever seen. With a sudden move, Betty unbuttoned the back of Connie's halter and quickly slipped the brief garment off the surprised girl. Before Connie had time to protest, Betty unzipped the short-shorts and to her horror, began to slide them down over her hips until they lay in aheap on the floor. Connied stood there stock-still, in her brief, still wet between the legs, panties. She couldn't move, this couldn't be happening to her....
"Come on, Connie," chirped Betty, "Let's see what you've got under those flimsy little things.
"No ... no!" Connie whimpered, backing away. Victor jumped up and both he and Betty advanced on the terrified girl. Taking her by an arm each, they pulled her over to the bed, pushing her down. They roughly ripped off the last barrier to her womanhood. She lay there, staring at the two figures almost unbelievingly, but could make no move to resist. Victor began to undress. Connie was unable to take her eyes off the huge bloated penis that stuck out from tufts of hair. God! It was even bigger than she had thought. Even bigger than Scott's. The purplish head seemed to throb and she shuddered at the thought of it burrowing into her soft secret vagina.
"Like it?" Victor rasped, his own eyes fixated on the dark silken triangle between her legs.
"It's for you, baby," he crooned, "all for you! I'm going to fuck you,-honey, fuck you reeeee-al good!"
His lewd words excited her, and seemed to awaken the intensity of: her still-lurking orgasm. Yes, yes, she wanted that monster inside her, just as she had wanted his finger. She wanted to feel the fleshy fullness of it crammed into her pussy, jabbing at her womb. She wanted it, just like Betty got it. She wanted what Betty got. Scott - her husband's name suddenly came to mind. What if he found out? He'd-he'd kill her! From the back of her mind came the suggestive thought - maybe this was the way to pay him back - to punish him for the degradation he had heaped on her. A malicious grin contorted her face.
Victor smacked his lips as he noticed her eyes fixed avidly on his protuberance and her twisted grin. With a snarl, he dove on to the bed, and in one swift movement, grabbed Connie and hoisted her on top of him. His frenzied hands dug at her breasts which hung temptingly down as she settled her legs, one on either side of him. Again a quiver of fear coursed through her as she noted the monstrous proportions of his huge pole. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted "her clean up off his body and held her poised over him as easily as if she was a toy. Instinctively, Connie reached down and spread the hair-lined lips that guarded the petal-like cuntal opening.
"Good girl," Victor smiled savagely.
Slowly, he lowered her down until her tender pink vaginal hole was directly poised over the bulbous head. Connie winced at the first contact of flesh on flesh and Victor held her there till her soft delicate cuntal skin had adjusted to the rock-hard tip of his prick. He released her waist and Connie knew that the time had come. She bore down a fraction of an inch and squirmed from the contact... the huge head had already begun to pull at the tender ragged skin. How could she do it? But Victor thrust his loins up at her and before she could pull away, the head surged up.
Oh my God! It was in!
With a gasp of pain, she felt the outer skin of her vagina settle just below the giant head. Then, as if she were another person, slowly inching her way down, she began to swallow in her depths more and more of the incredible length. When her insides felt as though they were completely filled, she looked down. Good God! Only half of that mammoth rod was inside her! She could never get the rest in! It was just too big! Again, Victor gripped her by the waist, and forcefully slammed her pelvis down onto his enormous shaft.
"AARRGGHHH!" Connie screamed from her very depths of her chest.
"Nnnnnoooo stop it... you're killing me. .. nooooo....!" she begged. She fought wildly to escape but Victor held her in a vice-like grip. There was no escape. Miraculously, after a moment, the excruciating pain began to subside, and Connie felt herself being lifted up again. She stopped until just the head was encased in her vagina, and then once more, Victor slammed her body down. This time the pain was not nearly so bad, although she felt an awakening painful twinge in her back passage - a grim reminder of yesterday's rape by her husband.
And then, as though goaded on by the memory, she began a slow up and down rhythm. It was alive inside her! The hard pliant head was deep in her belly pressing hard up against her cervix, the ridged length of it tickling the membrane of her vaginal channel and his wiry pubic hair grazed against her sensitive pussy lips. A fiery tingling had started deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly to every part of her body.
"Ooooohhhh" she chanted as her yo-yo-ing up and down on the lust-greased pole took on a heathen rhythm of its own. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. How could she have ever existed without this huge meaty cock rummaging deeply in her womb! Her pent-up desires were released; her husband's emotional neglect of her had made her yearn for relief and that relief was forthcoming. Her hands dug frantically into Victor's fleshy buttocks as she strove to get every last inch - to bury even more of him in the hot pulsating cavern between her legs. God! She'd never felt like this before. In all her lovemaking with her husband, she had never approached this crescendo of feeling. She had never known it existed. Now she knew why Betty and Victor had writhed so passionately on the floor yesterday; she herself was contorted with lust; her body was rocking wildly in a mad lascivious dance. And it felt good ... so good.
Victor's body shook uncontrollably as he flexed his loins and pushed deeply into Connie's cunt. He had no idea she'd be this hot-that she'd be so good. This was by far beyond his wildest dreams. After the frigid smile she'd given him yesterday, prim in her little sundress, he was determined to make her knuckle under, to see her prissy little cunt working up and down on his cock, and loving it! His attention was distracted by a movement on the bed. His vision was blocked out and then his face felt warm and moist. It was Betty! Her soft, palpitating pussy was pressed deep over his lips and her hands were tangled in his hair. Her sweet female odor overpowered him and he wormed his tongue up teasingly between the fleshy hair lined folds. He heard her gasp excitedly, and then she screwed her naked genitals down harder on his face. Her vagina contracted, opening and closing expertly around his tickling tongue. He lashed his tongue furiously around her clitoris and cunt, and she went wild with frenzy. Her cunt flowered open, and he sucked voraciously at the ragged edges, lapping greedily at her flowing vaginal secretions. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his nose and mouth and he plunged his tongue deeper up into her cunt. Maddened by the tantalizing female odor between her legs, he licked savagely at the softly throbbing cunt lips and bit viciously at her erectile clitoris. He pulled and tugged at the sensual button, wringing gutteral moans from her lips. Her soft, slightly perspiring thighs gripped his face cruelly between them and she rubbed her sex-crazed crotch against his drenched mouth and his probing tongue, slashing mercilessly, was buried even deeper in her tormented vagina.
Connie being fucked below was now uncontrollable. Her whole body twitched and writhed and she groaned with desire as the deliciously-punishing instrument sunk deeper within her, again and again. She was approaching orgasm, and her body was not her own - it was a wild animal, thinking only of itself.
A cat-like wail startled her and she opened her eyes to see Betty's twisting contorted body, astride Victor's face, riding him like some savage.
Sfi The lewd spectacle excited her. No vestige of her hitherto offended sense of decency at such a lustful act remained in her head - she just gaped at the lascivious sight, hypnotized by Betty's crazily churning pussy, egged on by the wet, obscene sounds that Victor's tongue made as it slavered up between her friends widespread thighs. Sweat was pouring from Victor's body now and her smooth rippling buttocks began a deep spasmodic grind. A low groan started to erupt from her throat and she was there!
"YEEEESSSS. ..!!" she screamed, her crotch smashing down demon-like on Victor's cock, demanding, devouring, just as he began spewing his hot sticky sperm deep up into her churning vaginal canal. His loins bucked up against her, and animalistic mewling came from his covered mouth. A deep sob rented the air - Connie, her body still twitching and her lust-dimmed eyes half-closed, could see Betty, tearing wildly at Victor's hair as he wrenched a soul-shattering orgasm from her tongue-lashed pussy. The three satiated bodies collapsed in a drooling, sweaty, disorderly heap, their titillated nerve-endings still twitching.
As the last orgasmic twitches subsided, sanity returned to Connie. And with it came self-loathing and self-disgust. Caught up as she had been in a whirlwind of lustful desire, shame, guilt and fear had been whipped away on the winds of forgetfulness. Now in the calm of rationality, the enormity of what she had done dawned on her. She was no better than Betty-no better than a whore. She had been unable to control her wild carnal feelings and she had betrayed her husband!
Chapter Four
Connie David had to get outside! Thoughts of her shameful behavior yesterday at Betty's kept running through her head. And then Scott hadn't come home last night. She had stayed up half the night waiting for him, and he hadn't come. He hadn't even called. Maybe, somehow, he had found out about "Victor and Betty! God, what would she do if he found out! Hurriedly dressing, she dashed out into the bright sunlight. She wore her sunglasses but this time, not to make herself glamorous - but to hide her guilt from the world.
There were a lot of people walking about - busy mothers with gaily frolicking children, cheerful teenagers joking and laughing, tradesmen bustling to and fro - everyone was happy, Connie thought miserably, except her. I bet none of these women, she reflected bitterly, have been unfaithful to their husbands! I was once like them too, but now, I'm one of the women they'd want to run out of the neighborhood! It seemed to her that she walked for miles. Up and down tree-lined streets, past crowded supermarkets, down the busy main thoroughfare. Once, scared, she realized that she was walking in a strange, unfamiliar neighborhood and she had to ask someone for directions back to
Jansen Avenue. Once again, she found herself on the street where Betty lived and her feet almost hypnotically led her to Betty's apartment. She stood for a long moment, staring up at the second floor. She had sworn she'd never go back there, but the need for compassionate understanding and a friendly word was foremost in her mind. Once more, she pressed the bell.
When she opened the door, it was obvious that Betty was dressed to go out.
"Oh, Connie - Am I glad to see you!" she said hurriedly.
"I won't keep you," Connie replied, "If you're going out."
"Come in, come, in," Betty said effusively.
Connie felt shy. She didn't know what she was doing here - she wanted to leave. She was ashamed to look Betty in the eye, after their shameful behavior with Victor yesterday.
Connie, will you do me an enormous favor, please," Betty asked in her appealing way.
Connie had to laugh. "Okay, I'll try; what is it?"
"Oh, you're an angel," Betty squealed, clapping her hands. "I've met this absolutely fabulous hunk of man - Dan is his name - and I have a date with him at noon. Only Victor called after I'd set the date with Dan and said he'd be over. I didn't have a chance to tell him I was busy already, so would you please, please just wait here and tell him I had to leave? I couldn't reach him at home by phone."
Connie blanched. She'd be willing to do almost anything for Betty, but she couldn't face Victor again.
"Oh Betty, I can't!" she cried, "after yesterday, I don't...."
"Oh Connie," Betty cried, tears in her eyes. "You said you'd do it! And this might be my big chance. I think... I think Dan's the one!" she breathed. "If I don't show up today, I'll never see him again!" A tear trickled down her face.
Connie melted. After all, she'd only see Victor for a minute, and then she'd leave. Besides, she'd never forgive herself if she made Betty miss a chance at happiness. All the poor girl wanted was a man of her own to love and cling to!
"Okay!" Connie said.
Betty threw her arms around Connie's neck. "Oh thank you!" she said happily, and in a whisper, "You'll be my bridesmaid!!"
I'm glad I stopped by, Connie thought to herself after Betty left. Even though I only saw her for a minute, Betty really cheered me up. She wandered through the apartment, stopping in the kitchen. A strange spice jar, sitting on the formica counter top, caught her eye. Curiously, she picked it up.
"Tien-sai" the label read. "For additional virility, shake liberally over soups, salads, etc. shortly before desired."
Connie gasped. She remembered Betty and Victor's secret joke, her own strange uncontrollable desire for him. So this was what caused it! She was strangely relieved that her unnatural lust was caused by a strange drug, rather than by depravity in herself. She was so relieved that she forgot to be angry with Betty for sprinkling it on the salad. She was almost happy again when Victor came into the apartment. It hadn't occurred to Connie that he'd have a key, but when she'd thought about it, in the new clarity with which she viewed Betty, she wasn't surprised. He looked surprised, however, to see her. "Hello Connie, where's Betty?" "She had to go out urgently, Victor," she answered lightly. "She asked me to stay and let you know. It was unavoidable - she couldn't get in touch with you!"
"So you're to take her place, huh?" Connie started. Panic gripped her insides and must have shown on her face, because Victor laughed and said:
"Relax, I was only kidding!" She laughed then too and Victor added:
"How about if I make us a drink?" Connie was on the point of refusing, remembering yesterday, but then, also remembering the gin-seng and her ensuing artifically-aroused desire, thought oh why not, one drink never did anyone any harm.
Victor mixed a batch of gin and bitters and they sat in the comfortable living room, sipping the cool drinks. -
The drink must have loosened her tongue, for she found herself confiding in Victor, telling him about her troubles with Scott. She explained how she felt stunted, unfinished, how she wished she had an interesting job, a preoccupying hobby or something to arouse her out of the mental torpitude she was in. "And," she heard herself saying boldly, "that mental sluggishness has an affect on my body, too. I'm physically lethargic, too, stagnant in my responses, unwilling to change."
"You didn't seem very stagnant to me yesterday," Victor said looking quizzically at her.
"Oh, that was the first time - the very first time - " she stopped suddenly. What was she saying? Telling him about her body, her lovemaking! What had come over her? What would he think of her'!
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Victor said, "You know, Connie, you're a very lovely girl. I could really go for you in a big way!"
His unwarranted praise thrilled her. It was so long since she'd felt a man's appreciation.
"I like you too, Victor," she said awkwardly, and she meant it. She was beginning to like this older man who was at first so repulsive to her. She began to admire his craggy, indented face, reading mystery and strength into the deeply etched lines. She liked his body, hulking though it was - its very bulk attracted her. Even the memory of his... penis, as large as it was, hypnotized and attracted her in a lewd way.
Thinking again of its rangy length, its enormous proportions as it had jammed into her drug hungry vagina yesterday, she shivered slightly. He smashed his lips down on hers, bruising them in a tight passionate kiss. Connie struggled feebly and briefly and then relaxed in his bear-like embrace. His kiss sent little shivers running up and down her spine and she felt her body quiver as his hands moved down over her soft round buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, lying here with this man's hands roaming at will over her soft round buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, lying here with this man's hands roaming at will over her, his mouth clenched on hers, but she felt so protected so good; it didn't really seem wrong. And she couldn't, wouldn't move. If he tried anything more, she'd stop him, but this was all right, this didn't count.
Her body strained with his hands as they coursed over her. Connie didn't know what to think as she lay cradled in Victor's arms. She knew she should hate him, after yesterday, hate him violently, but she didn't hate him at all, that was the funny thing, she didn't hate him at all!
Victor's hand slipped down the front of her summer shift and slid into her bra, cupping her entire breast in his large hand. Her breast stiffened and she gasped softly as he rolled the awakening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making it jump to full attention. He pulled at the hardened tit, caressing the wrinkled passionate aureola, sending ripples of desire surging through her body.
She must stop him now, she must - she tried to think of "Scott, her marriage, her moral integrity, but just then Victor burrowed his tongue deep into her mouth, slipping past her teeth and entwined it with hers. Her arm reached up and circled his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers, greedily sucking his tongue into her mouth. She knew what her acquiescence to his passionate kiss would lead to, but she was incapable of pulling away from him, this man she had loathed! His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out in a savage oral fucking, and his bristly skin dug painfully into her soft peachy face. Deeper and deeper his thick wet tongue swirled, and tiny kitten-like mewls of pleasure gurgled in her throat. He kneaded her breast savagely as if it were a piece of baker's dough and his other arm held her in a tight unyielding grip.
Then his hand was on her knee. It hesitated there for a moment before crawling insect-like up to the fullness of her thigh, pushing the hem of hex dress up with it. Higher and higher it went until the fingers touched the tight crotch band of her panties. Waves of indecent pleasure washed away her desire to resist. His hand snaked under the elastic leg band and his whole hand was inside her panties. Boldly, he cupped her throbbing pubic mound in his palm, pushing and squeezing at it, twisting his fingers through the soft brown curls. Incredibly, she pushed her quivering mound up to press harder into his grasping palm. It felt so good as his middle finger poked tentatively at the top of her moistening slit. Then the finger parted the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair and wormed into the velvet folds of her pussy, probing at the lubricated softness of her hidden crevices. She squirmed against the rummaging finger. It poked into the damp walls of her burning cunt, twitching now with desire, and instinctively, she spread her legs slightly to allow his roaming digit greater success in its search. It jabbed around, widening the quivering hole, sliding easily along the smooth contracting inner walls. Withdrawing his finger with a wet sluicing sound, the searching tip now stroked the fleshy outer lips, tearing at the sparse hairs and came to rest on the hardened button of her clitoris. She sighed softly as he teased the rigid throbbing point in time to the teasing swirling of his fleshy tongue in her mouth. The wet moist contact of finger and clit down below and the sensual tongue-to-tongue duel above awoke untamed animal desire in Connie and her whole body undulated from rapturous desires.
Now Victor's voice was breathing in her ear "I want to fuck you, baby, I want to fuck you again like I did yesterday...."
Her nubile pussy writhed under his expert touch and her whole body vibrated, announcing unbridled arousal. In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, she rasped, "Oh yes, Victor. .. fuck me, fuck -me, like you did yesterday, like you did Betty, do it to me again Victor darling...."
Feverishly, his fingers began to unzip her dress and moaning with desire, she lifted herself up to help him ease off the cotton garment. Hurriedly, she tore off her bra, and her lust-maddened breasts jumped joyfully in their new freedom. Her nipples were red and tautly erected, and goose bumps covered the whole of the white fleshy orbs. She cried out protestingly as Victor withdrew his finger from her throbbing cunt, as he slid the moisture-drenched panties down over her softly perspiring thighs, revealing her glistening pubic mound to his salacious view. For a moment, he stared at her tremoring body. A thin rivulet of perspiration ran down the deep cleft of her melon-like breasts and the thin line of hairs from her navel to her pubis glistened. Her soft pubic triangle was churning softly and her widespread legs afforded a view of her moist pink slit nestled teasingly down between her thighs. His cock was throbbing intensely and a sticky drool of semen had stained his pants. Hurriedly, he ripped off his clothes, releasing his aching cock. Dimly, Connie saw its huge size, but this time instead of being repulsed by its grossness, her dazed mind was dwelling on the delicious sensations that she knew it would bring to her desire-wracked body. Then Victor was bending over her, and his red-hot tongue was showering frenzied kisses on her breasts, licking away the perspiration in the ivory valley, slavering down to her tiny navel, where it poked obscenely at the minute hole and trailing warm wet kisses down to the softness of her pubic curls. She was vaguely aware of him gently prying her thighs apart, and she shivered under the gaze she knew he was fixing on her exposed genitals. Repulsion against what she knew was coming fought for the upper hand, but her pulsating pussy, with a mind of its own, begged for, and won attention in any form. A stranger's voice, surely not her own, coarsely demanded, "Lick me, suck me Victor, suck my cunt, eat me... she didn't, she couldn't have uttered the words, but she wanted it to happen anyway, she wanted Victor to suck her, to make her cum that way! She had to have it!
Gently, Victor's thumbs teasingly parted the swollen vaginal lips and exposed the whole length of her steaming pink slit to his voracious gaze. Greedily, he drank in the enticing sight and then slowly lowered his head between her quivering thighs. Connie's body lurched convulsively as Victor's tongue descended on her sensitive cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she sighed as he tongued the lust moistened folds of her pussy. It darted exploratorily into the hidden recesses of her naked cunt, sucking and drawing out her nectar-like juices. It found the tiny sensitive button and pulled at it, tweaking it into erection. Connie moaned under the sharp nips that Victor's teeth were raining on the throbbing bud. Her head flayed from side to side and Victor played his ceaselessly working tongue up and down her churning vaginal split. He found the soft delicate skin surrounding the petal-like opening and gently titillated the sensuous membrane before suddenly plunging his tongue into the white-hot opening. Her body plunged around as he orally fucked her, savagely swirling his hard wet tongue around in her clasping hole. Connie jerked and twisted beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she'd go mad. Her thighs rose up and clamped tight against his head, and her hands tangled in his hair and pulled his head down even further into her desire-maddened loins. She began to grind upwards, trying to rake every bit of her cuntal surface against the delicious instrument of pleasure, and her thighs opened and closed scissors-like in time to her earthy grinds. Her face was twisted with lust, thrown back, and her wide-open mouth uttered obscene encouragement to the living organ that was working on her lust-crazed pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and a rosy flush spread over her contorted face. Her feet, wrapped around Victor's neck, held him in a deathlike grip from which there was no escape. Victor withdrew his swirling tongue and looked up between her full rounded breasts with glee at her abandoned wantonness before returning once more to his arduous task. Her cunt opened and closed around his tongue, trying to draw it even further in to its steaming passage, until he thought it would be ripped out from the roots. He felt her contractions become more spasmodic, more demanding and he knew that she was on the verge .. . she couldn't hold out any longer. She was jerking up off the bed now, raising his head in the lust-driven strength. Everything was wiped from the slate of her mind, every whisper of the doubts that had haunted her, duty, honor, fideliy to her husband. And nothing remained now but the driving careening motor of her orgasm which was accelerating, now out of control as it finally crested. .. .
She was cumming!
Arms and legs akimbo, she ground her loins up to Victor's secretion-drenched face and she was shrieking, squealing like a stuck pig, as orgasm after orgasm flooded over her. Wave after wave of intense passion gathered her up as if she were driftwood and swept her along in their wake to send her crashing on the beach of her lust. At long last, the cumming was over and she lay obscenely spread on the sofa, her mouth still gaping as her redolent juices mixed with saliva streamed down her soft thighs and darkened the plush crushed velvet of the sofa.
Lying there in the wonderful afterglow of the pleasure she had denied herself for so long, she was aware of Victor hovering over her again, his neglected cock dangling in expectation. A lewd grin contorted his face and he was leering unashamedly. She seemed to sense what was on his mind because she reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.
"Fuck me now," she whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me now, Victor..." The crude words coming from her puritanical young mouth sent his already huge cock leaping into even greater proportions and he joyfully lowered his ponderous bulk over her as she lay in complete surrender.
Christ, she really wallowed at that little game, Victor thought, satisfaction fighting with lust for control of his visage, now let's see how she goes with the next little item.
It had given him a sense of importance and power to see her writhing so unashamedly under his tonguing ministrations - to see her proud young body begging for the release that was in his power to give. Now the depths she had sunk to, to utter such filthy pleading words sent new satisfaction soaring through him as he breathed hotly down at her. Her glazed eyes stared vacantly up at him and already she was mouthing little mewls of pleasure. He ran his hands along the smooth alabaster flesh of her perfect body, stopping to squeeze the full firm breasts that proudly thrust out at him. Lowering his head, he savagely bit at her left orb, leaving a reddening patch of teethmarks. An agonized cry wrung from Connie's lips. That would show the bitch who's master here, he thought cruelly, his lips curled in ugly brutality. Connie was suddenly afraid now . .. not afraid that he'd hurt her, but afraid that he'd change his mind and decide not to cram his granite-hard cock up her cunt. And she wanted it! Lord, how she wanted it. She didn't know what she'd do if he stopped - she was afraid she might dash out on the street and beg the first man that passed by, whether old or young, cripple or whole, to fuck her till she couldn't walk - she wanted it that bad. She strained her entire body up against him, begging him silently to fuck her. She pressed her swollen breasts against his sandpapery chest and ground her naked loins against his so that their pubic hairs, damp from exertion, tangled in a matted jumble of red and brown. She mashed her aching pussy up against his pubic bone, hoping to relieve some of the gnawing that was growing there. And then, suddenly, she could stand it no longer.
Snaking out her legs and wrapping them fiercely around him, she clung to him and shrieked, "Fuck me now, oh pleeeease fuck me now. .. ."
Victor smirked cruelly down at her. God, he had her right where he wanted her now. She was dying for it, just like he'd told Betty, and by God, when she'd got it, she'd never forget it, as long as she lived-
Catching her by the ankles, he brutally drew her legs up, draping them up over his shoulders so that the whole untrammeled plane of her crotch was visible to his eye, naked and unprotected. He avidly eyed the enticing scene. He could see the ragged edges of her cunt-hole, opening and closing, trying to grasp at anything that would enter. The tip of her clitoris glistened through the damp outer hairs and a musky female odor of hungering sex wafted up at him from her loins that had gone crazy. Her whole pussy was jerking gently, and her thighs tightened around his neck. Her cunt was still moist from her tumultuous orgasm and it was ripe and ready for his onslaught. Lowering her kicking legs from his neck, he spread the moist pink flanges of her cunt arid exposed the star-like opening even more. The hardened clitoris seemed to be throbbing and the fleshy outer lips were swollen in their intensity.
"Do you want my cock in your pussy?" He teased mercilessly.
Eagerly, she reached down groping blindly for the giant instrument. Wrapping her fingers around its thick width, she guided it towards her waiting hole. She placed the gargantuan head at the moist opening and then strained to push her pelvis down on the prize. Cruelly, Victor held her suspended there, unable to move, her cunt a hair's breadth away from the top of his huge rod.
Frustrated, her face red with exertion, she fought to voluntarily skewer herself on his enormous shaft. Finally, she felt the hard flesh of his penis push at her tender skin, teasing it, barely grazing the throbbing flesh. Little cries of anger escaped her lips, and she pounded her fists on his back in a wild staccato, and dug her heels into his broad back infuriated beyond control at his sadistic withholding of his prick. She reached her hand down again and searching until she found the hugeness of his testicles hanging between his legs, she began pumping and kneading the pulsing balls, sending electric chills coursing up and down his back. God, he thought, the bitch has gone mad. She's crazy. The maniacal pumping of her hand on his tortured balls inflamed him and he rammed forward, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt in her hungrily sucking pussy. The smooth rubbery head hit hard against her tender cervix, rocking her whole pelvic region and she had to gulp back the sobs from the shooting pain. She was sure he'd ram right through, up to her throat, his member seemed so endless. Still she continued, her frantic milking of his balls, sending him into spasms of desirous twitches. Slowly, he began to withdraw the menacing rod, alleviating the pain a little, only to plunge it in once more to the hilt. Gradually, the pain cleared and the sinewy walls of her hungry cunt clasped wildly at the sawing instrument. Now something else was replacing the pain - sheer, raw lust - pure animal desire. As the huge cudgel plowed into her, she could feel its every ridge and the throb of her internal muscles only served to incite it into greater inflation.
Victor began a slow rhythmic pumping into-her, driving his cock deep into her until his balls, finally released from her incredible kneading, smacked hard against the widespread crevice of her buttocks, where the wiry hairs tickled the tender flesh. He slowly pulled the long shaft out, until just the head was inside her clinging pink flesh. She shoved her crotch up to meet his downward thrusts, levering them both up off the bed, every muscle and cord in her entire body straining with the pressure. Her arms were locked around his neck and her tongue darted out and coated her cracked, parched lips with her saliva. Her nostrils flared like a sniffing beast and she opened and closed her eyes in a mindless daze. A great fiery ball of aching hunger was gathering force inside her womb. It sent out tongues of flame shooting up through her taut stomach to her heaving breasts, rippling out to her hardened nipples. The flaming tongues of fire ran down to her cunt, darting here and there, coaxing her tender nether lips into swollen fleshy sensuality. The uncontrollable flames spread to her legs, her thighs, even to her toes which curled against Victor's shoulders. Victor was breathing heavily now. Still, he labored on, driving his huge prick far, far up in her contracting depths and slowly easing it out, watching the cuntal skin cling for dear life as it withdrew, unwilling to let the giant shaft go, even for a moment. His balls were aching with the seething sperm which the young wife had churned to a volcano, and they demanded to be spewed out of darkness, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
The great fireball in Connie was snowballing now, increasing in intensity, sweeping her very soul along into a headlong rush down the snowy mountain. Down, down, it plummeted and suddenly, it hit bottom.
A thousand tiny splinters of multi-faceted snowflakes exploded in Connie's body and showered over her, like a crystalline exploding fireworks, their icy edges raising hundreds of goose bumps on her rippling skin. Her arms and legs jerked spasmodically and a flush enveloped her after her icy plunge, as she felt Victor's scalding liquid pistoning into her, shooting far up into her belly. Animalistic rutting grunts erupted deep in his throat as jet after jet of the sticky seed spurted into her, until, finally, his wildly gushing member was empty, drained of all he had to give, and tired and worn now, it slipped into flaccidity, falling away from her streaming cunt, trailing cottony threads of cum with it.
Dreamily, Connie sighed. "Oh Victor, that was so good, darling ..." She had never in her life felt anything so good, and she wondered if she would ever again. She slipped into an easy sleep, her mind clear of guilt, her sleeping thoughts drifting happily on Victor and the magic key he possessed that unlocked her secret responses.
Victor McLester let himself into Ramona's place by the back way and nimbly climbed up the stairs of the plush building. Ramona wasn't around; maybe she was with a customer. Judging by the number of keys missing from the rack in the hall, a lot of the girls were busy too. On the second floor, he slipped into a small room adjoining the rich cream-colored main bedroom. He immediately went over to the large mirror which hung on the wall dividing the two rooms. The curtains were already drawn over the glass brick windows and the room was fairly dark, so he flicked on a switch and peered into the mirror. It was a two-way mirror, linked up with the huge glass mirror on the other side of the wall. He could see the other room perfectly, without the occupants being aware of him looking.
Ramona was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, completely nude. Her pearly skin shone with a faint shimmering of perspiration and her arms were stretched out to dangle down over the edges of the bed. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair, a shinning mass of curls and the moist pink of her quivering cuntal slit. The tiny reddish tip of her clitoris was just visible through the thin hairlined lips. A man, also naked, appeared from the far corner of the room, and Victor could see his rigid cock, growing before his eyes into a heavy fleshiness. He knelt between Ramona's naked widespread thighs, and began to run his lips and tongue moistly up and down her body. He planted hot leech-like kisses on her neck, leaving red little marks from the force of his sucking. He slavered his tongue over her heaving breasts and closed his convoluted lips over the blushing nipples. He sucked moistly on first one and then the other, pulling them into quivering hardness, and then he traced a wet teasing path down to her flat stomach, where he lapped at the open plane like a dog drinking water. Ramona writhed beneath his drooling ministrations like a woman possessed. Her hands opened and closed, clutching futilely at the silky bedspread, trying to grasp an invisible solidity.
Victor smiled - he was glad Ramona was 'working' - it meant money in his pocket. As he had to see her anyway, he decided to watch and see how efficient she was at her "job."
The man's feverish tongue had reached the glossy triangle between her legs and Ramona's entire body quivered in anticipation. Hesitating, he lowered his head and began to trail his wet tongue down the soft resilient inner thighs, stopping on the upstroke at the luscious, cunt-scented vee. The thighs visibly trembled, and Victor could see clearly the long blue veins shadowed against the milky whiteness. Ramona was at fever pitch - her mouth hung open and her glassy, lust-hazed eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Then the man slowly pressed his hands, palms downwards on the smooth flat plane of her stomach, just above her soft pubic mound. This pressing made her whole crotch raise even more to his lustful view. His thumbs slowly dropped and pressed into the outer flanges of her cunt. Victor saw the strong thumbs massage the hair-lined lips and could almost see them swell with intensity as they were kneaded and coaxed. They gently stretched and pulled the growing lips outward, parting the soft downy pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of her vagina. The tender delicate flesh was presented up to the man's face like a defenseless sacrifice, and Victor could see his tongue circling his lips in nervous preparation for what was to come. His thumbs again pulled the fleshy flanges further outward, stretching the dainty ragged inner lips and revealing the throbbing tiny bud of Ramona's clitoris, poised just above the rosy viscous opening of her pussy. The pink chiffony cunt looked alive to Victor and its pulsating aliveness sent a thrill coursing through him. The man scrutinized the roseate treasure for a moment, drinking in its softness, the utter femininity of it, the pearly mauvish hue of the minor inner lips contrasting like a well-colored pastel rainbow with the fleshy pinkness of her cuntal opening and the deep blush rose of her dainty clitoris. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he dropped his head and his long tongue snaked out to dab at the shivering little button of raw nerve at the top of the slit. Ramona's body jerked and she ground her buttocks down into the soft bed to escape the electric touch, but, just as quickly, her legs snaked up and twisted obscenely around his neck, pulling his face down to her desire-maddened crotch.
As he buried his head in her soft yielding loins, her thighs closed in on him, covering his head in an immoveable stranglehold, his wiry dark hair tickling her tender inner flesh.
From his position at the other side of the mirror-wall, Victor could just see, through the maze of writhing flesh, Ramona's hot, steaming cunt, and the tip of the man's tongue as it swirled around the warm fleshy nooks of her pussy. He could see the puckered dark pink ring of her anus, contracting convoluting, the wrinkled outer surrounding skin glistening from the dribbles of her secretions which seeped out of her frothing cunt and mingled with her own perspiration already settling there. Suddenly, the tongue would lash out and lap up the dripping lubrication, darting into the hot crevice that nestled her anus, and the nostrils would flare from the pungent odor of her nether region. The man's mouth worked like a demon, the tongue possessed with a will of its own. Mindless uncontrolled lust swept over Ramona and her upper body writhed and wrenched in an epileptic-like fit. The man's hands dashed up to the slippery, sweating breasts that danced tantalizingly in front of his eyes, and gathered the ivory mounds in his hands. Voluptuous as they were, their soft excess slipped out between his fingers, and he caught the incredibly hardened nipples between his fingers and trapped their firmness there.
Now the slaving hands dipped to her firm, rounded moons, and grabbed the smooth lustfully undulating cheeks, pressing and squeezing them, until his red handprints stayed, holding his savage imprint. He pulled the ivory moons up toward his face until his nose and mouth were completely covered with the warm soft walls of her gently pulsating cunt. Ramona's hands were now tangled in the man's dark hair and she pulled brutally on the short strands, as if trying to seek release from her growing lust. A scarlet flush had spread over her face now and Victor could see that her orgasm was imminent. The man's tongue and lips and hands were all united in a feverish rush of frantic action, sucking, licking, pulling, teasing, trying to wring the earth-shaking eruption from Ramona's tortured body. Tears were running freedly down her face now, and the pain of her hands in his hair caused the man's face to blush a deep red, which shone strangely through the thin film of vaginal lubrication which coated it entirely. Ramona ground her pelvis up roughly now, the force of the grind arching her back up a foot or more off the bed, and the man's imprisoned face followed her as she pressed down into the bed on the return, which made her upper torso jerk up obscenely. Suddenly, she was jerking demoniacally, buffeting her loins against the demented man's face, pulling tufts of hair from his unfortunate head. Her mouth was wide open now, and Victor guessed that she was screaming and mouthing obscenities. Her loins and his mouth were rocking in unison now as giant tremor after tremor swept through her body, tossing it limply from cum to cum, until finally, the blood drained from her panting body and she lay back, exhausted. The man also fell back on his back, his tongue hanging out like a panting animal and Victor could see Ramona's orgasmic secretions flowing copiously from her still visibly throbbing orifice. "What a show" he thought, cackling lasciviously to himself. Good old Ramona - she sure dug that one!
Chapter Five
Victor McLester sat down when he had switched off the mirror and waited for Ramona to come in to get dressed.
After a few moments, Ramona came in, her face flushed and her hair still in disarray. She had on a light flimsy robe, which she clutched around her ripe body. She started when she saw Victor lolling in the easy chair.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Long enough to see you earn your money," he drawled.
"How much are you charging him?" he asked, speaking faster now.
"N-nothing, Victor," she whispered, frightened.
"NOTHING!!" he snarled, jumping to his feet.
"You fucking little slut! I'll teach you____"
Ramona jumped back. "Wait a minute, Victor!" she snapped, her eyes sparkling with anger.
"That's Scott Davis," she went on. "He's the owner of the building and he came around threatening court and fines if we didn't live up to the lease. I had to take his mind off of the lease, so .. ." she shrugged.
Victor's dark eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you're giving me the whole story?" he asked coldly.
"Of course I am, Victor!" Ramona purred, regaining her courage. "You know I wouldn't double-cross you, don't you?"
"Okay . .." he assented, "but be sure you don't spend too much time with that creep in the future." he added warningly. "I don't like the idea of you handing out your goodies for free!"
"Don't worry, baby," she crooned, "I'll take care of him."
She sidled over to the cabinet and brought out a bottle and two glasses. "Let's have a little drink-to our health!" she suggested laughingly.
"Good idea!" Victor answered, his voice raucous. The sight of Ramona's firm, well sculptured breasts straining out of the half-opened robe excited him, and his prick gave a life-beginning lurch.
They sat down at the tiny round table, and Ramona poured two Scotches, and sat back, crossed her slim legs, revealing a large expanse of smooth milky thigh to Victor's gaping eyes. He took a deep swallow of the burning liquid and his enflamed eyes roamed over the provocative brunette in front of him. She sat demurely back, seemingly oblivious that her pose had stretched the skimpy robe even more and that it was yawning open all the way to her waist. Her long, slender hand grasped it closed just below her navel, sealing off her pubic fleece from view, but everything else was naked and unadorned. The two ends of the robe could not meet over her expansive breasts, and the twin orbs pushed together and formed an enticing split of creamy flesh. As if electrified by his steady gaze, her nipples sprang into hardness and pushed and strained against the thin silky material of her robe, and as Ramona lifted her drink to her mouth and replaced it on the table, they rubbed and slid against the sheer fabric, titillating themselves and stroking themselves into greater erection. His eyes dropped once again to the sensual curve of Ramona's legs, and a gleam of moisture on the smooth inner thighs reminded him that she had just come from another man's arms. That only minutes before, another man's tongue had slavered and labored in the tangle of those moist knotted curls down at the entrance to her willing, eager body.
A wave of jealousy swamped him and his tortured prick, struggling frantically against the punishing confinement of his pants reminded him of the powerful strength of lust and he struggled helplessly against that impelling call.
"How's my latest portegee working out?" he asked suddenly, reaching for a second shot of Chivas Regal.
"Oh, little blonde-haired Peggy?" Ramona answered, smiling. "She's a doll. She's so young and innocent-looking that the customers have taken her cherry fifteen times already!!" They both laughed and clinked glasses. "And how's Lora doing?" Victor asked again. "Wonderful! Lora's a great favorite - she really does a good job."
"Good." Victor nodded. "I knew she would! She's some pussy, that one!"
"Have you got anyone else in mind, Victor? Any bored housewives, any promiscuous schoolgirls?" Ramona asked lightly.
"Well, I just might. I'm working on a real live one now. A real beaut."
Ramona stood up and as she did, Victor caught a brief glimpse of her gleaming dark pubic thatch, reawakening his dormant lust which had briefly lay down to rest, guided there by the liberal shots of Scotch.
"I'll go get the take," she said. "I'll be right back."
"Come here," Victor growled savagely, getting up and swaying drunkenly.
"What's the matter with you, Victor?" Ramona snapped, obviously irritated.
"Come here, whore, and do what I tell you!" he reeled.
"Watch your language around here, mister," Romona said coldly. "Remember I run this place."
He reached out, swaying dangerously and made a grab for her arm. He missed. Bellowing with rage, he shouted, "Come here, you fucking bitch before I break every bone in your body!"
Ramona didn't know what to do. Victor was standing in front of the door and there was no other way out for her. He was in a dangerous, ugly mood and she didn't want to cross him. She'd been the madam for 11 years now and whatever its drawbacks, it was a good situation for her and she wasn't likely to find anything better, especially here in San Jose. She didn't want to jeopardize her position.
"Okay, Victor, what is it?" she said smoothly. She stood looking at him with mocking eyes, clutching her robe around her. She had nothing but contempt for him and he knew it. But then, he felt only disgust for her, and she knew it. Their mutual contempt and loathing was obvious as they stared balefully at each other. Victor staggered over to her, making her reel from the overpowering fumes of the liquor he had consumed.
You really enjoyed that little trick with Mr. Building Owner, didn't you?" he leered.
"What do you want, Victor?" she asked again, coldly. She felt like telling him she liked Scott a hell of a lot better than him but knew that would antagonize him beyond belief. She knew also that he was jealous of the fact that she saw Scott and gave him her favors for nothing, whereas she was very, very sparing of her largesse as far as Victor himself was concerned, giving in only under duress. He resented that more .than anything.
"How about giving me a turn, baby?" he rasped hotly, his bloodshot eyes rolling wildly.
"Oh Victor," she began softly, "I'm so tired, my whole body aches, I couldn't possibly, maybe tomorrow...."
"None of your phony excuses, bitch!" he spat, "what you can do for that jerk you can do for me!"
Ramona was trembling now. She knew she'd have to give in, to submit to whatever indignity he had in mind, and God knows, she thought sorrowfully, he has a whole sackful of them.
Still holding her tightly, almost painfully by the arm, he wrenched her hand from its protective grip on her robe, revealing her fine full body to his inebriated view. His eyes ran up and down the finely-sculptured form, feasting avidly on the triangle of hair between her legs. Her legs were clamped together, adding to the symmetrical beauty of her whole figure. She looked like a beautiful marble statue of some classical Goddess. He yanked the robe completely off her and threw it in a heap on the floor. Ramona heard the whine of a zipper and she knew that he was releasing his ape-like prick. Suddenly, he released trie painful hold he had on her arm, and grabbed her by her hair. She uttered a scream.
"Stop, Victor, you're hurting me ... please let go of my hair... please!!!"
He only pulled her closer to him, using her hair as a halter rope, dragging her like some caveman of old pulling his captured mistress. The room swam before her eyes and her head felt as if it would burst with pain.
"Kneel down," he ordered harshly, and before she had time to comply, he had slung her down to the floor by means of her hair.
"Owwwwww!" she sobbed, not knowing what to do to escape the incredible pain.
"Kneel down, slut!" he screamed again, giving another sadistic tug on her abused hair.
She finally managed to get in a kneeling position, blinded as she was by her tears and pain, and knelt there, quivering and afraid.
"Look at me,' he snarled, yanking her head up.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked straight into the gleaming eye at the top of the bulbous purple head of his rigid cock. She pulled her head back, frightened and repulsed by the throbbing monster so close to her face. Ramona was no neophyte to the art of copulation in any of its myriad forms, but the unusually mammoth proportions of his tree-trunk-like pole combined with his savagery all converged and made her feel like a frightened, timid virgin.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" Victor commanded through clenched teeth.
Ramona knelt there blubbering. She couldn't move but she couldn't take her eyes off the giant hardened penis in front of her eyes. The head glimmered an iridescent purple, reminding her of a dove's breast, and the trunk of it was a bright crimson, sinewy and long, the underside webbed with bluish veins. The base disappeared into matted, reddish curls, giving way to huge, dangling testicles, that seemed as big as tennis balls, encased in a wrinkled hairy sac. They swayed menacingly, as if threatening her in advance with the torrents of their lewd load that they would pour into her captive throat. She gagged.
She raised her eyes imploringly to Victor. He was looking down at her, hate and lust in his eyes, and he read the plea for mercy in her eyes. But mercy, he had none. Cruelty was abundant and lust rife in his soul; there was no place for mercy. Pulling her head forward, and pushing his hips to meet her, he managed to place the smooth, rubbery head just at her lips.
"Open them, or I'll make you open them!" he ranted.
Ramona knew that she had to comply. Slowly, she opened her trembling lips with a great effort, and managed to barely encircle them around the very tip of his cock. She pulled back immediately - she had tasted a drop of his expectant cum, already waiting, like a well-fed cockroach that waits on the table for his evening meal. Again, he pushed his pelvis forward, and this time, managed to slide half of the head into her trembling mouth.
Feebly, Ramona worked her lips around the giant tip, but try as she might, she could not get any more of the incredible bulk inside her mouth.
Victor, tortured beyond reason, held his pistoning cock in his free hand, and with the other hand held Ramona's head steady. Then he rammed forward with full force, driving the massive rod half its length into Ramona's mouth. Her almost clenched teeth raked painfully against the swollen flesh, making him grit his teeth and rail against the sharp pain, but it was in. Ramona choked and sputtered, but Victor held her fast and she had no choice but to keep the giant instrument in her mouth. Incredibly, unbelievably, again he drove forward, plowing the rest of it, every inch of it into her mouth, far back to her throat. It was all in. She felt his pendulous balls slapping against her chin and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male odor of his genitals. Tears, fresh ones, sprang to her eyes, this time from the choking, gagging sensation. Victor began to revolve his rod inside her mouth as if he were churning butter in a home-made urn, and after he had lubricated the entire length, he began to saw it in and out of her warm, salivous mouth. It didn't feel quite so bad now; if only it wasn't quite so big, so long. Victor sensed the partial surrender to the invading instrument and relaxed his stranglehold on her hair.
Immediately grateful for this small favor, Ramona began to trace her fingers lightly up and down Victor's strongly tensed thighs, and tapped playfully on the squirming balls. Emboldened, she grasped them firmly in her hand, cupping them and stroking them. Her mouth began a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing around the fleshy prick, her tongue darting at the tiny glans opening at the top, happy now to lap any drop of cum that might be lurking there. Her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, pressuring it gently, sending unknown thrills running and leaping through Victor.
To her surprise, Ramona began to enjoy the heathen rite. In spite of her revulsion to Victor as a person, she was pleased to find that this did not extend to his wonderful implement of pleasure, and she showered on it all the affection she was loathe to bestow on its owner.
Victor's heart was thundering like a cannon in his chest. He was sunk in a miasma of unbearable sensuality as her firm lips closed like a slippery fish on the palpitating surface of his cock. He moaned and twitched convulsively as her tongue played skillfully with the pulsating knobby head, darting in and out of the sensitive opening, cradling the bloated top in her warm velvety mouth. He felt the rubbery head rasp against the ridged roof of her mouth and the indentation of her molars on the underside sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him. She began to run her fingers over the exposed part of his penis all the while gently massaging his tormenting balls, so that his whole genital region was one raw quivering mass of nerves. She sucked steadily, and the beautiful rhythm she made churned his flesh in exquisite pain. He actually fought to keep from cumming, he wanted to prolong this rare moment as long as he could, but even - as he struggled to hold back his natural impulse, he felt his cock inflate like a balloon, bigger and wider, until he was up, up and away. The dam of his emotions burst, breaking the sluice-gates that tried to brake the wild tide, sweeping everything in its headlong rush. The foaming waters from the dam of his balls burst out of his swollen penis and into the warm channel of
Ramona's mouth, where they cascaded down her throat like a waterfall. She gulped, swallowing the hot liquid as fast as she could. But she wasn't fast enough - or there was too much. It spilled out of the sides of her mouth, trickling obscenely down her chin and fell in little spots on the floor. Her throat was burning from the fiery liquid but still it kept coming, as Victor's body jerked and bucked to empty its capacious load. Finally, after she had drained away every last drop from his balls, and just to make sure, she kept on manually milking them, his cock collapsed, a deflated mass of soft flesh in her mouth.
"Victor sank back into the easy chair, his battering ram now a meek little lamb, and closed his eyes contentedly. Ramona, equally exhausted, sat back on her heels, and regained her breath. The intense fucking she had just received in her mouth coupled with the equally intense cunnilingus she had experienced with Scott drained her body completely of energy. She dragged herself up from the floor, and tottered into her red velvet room, not forgetting to shut the door and disconnect the two-way mirror. Victor had had his turn, which was to last him for many a long day, if she had anything to do with it.
Connie sat in the bedroom of Betty's apartment, waiting for Victor to come out of the shower.
Mmmmmmm, she thought, thinking of the past fe'w hours spent with him in wonderful sensual abandon, perhaps we can do it again before I have to leave. She had been meeting Victor every day at Betty's apartment for almost two weeks now. At first, she was reluctant to embark on the affair, but the glorious sexual release that followed her decision washed away any guilt she was feeling. Now, she revelled in her new-found womanhood, her liberation from inhibition. And why shouldn't I, she thought complacently. After all, if my husband won't give me what I need, can I be to blame for seeking it elsewhere? She stretched her long legs luxuriously and admired her naked body in the bedroom mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Her whole figure had taken on a riper, rounder look, the look of a fulfilled woman. And that's what I am, she thought triumphantly, and it's all thanks to Victor! She was really glad now that she had met him, and couldn't even think of what her life would be like without him. A smile flitted across her face when she thought of her husband, Scott. She remembered how, only last night, he had tried to pull her close in bed, and she had pushed him away, saying "leave me alone," and gone to sleep. She knew she was being unkind and unwifely, but she sadistically enjoyed the hurt in his eyes. "Now he knows what I went through!" she said aloud to herself, just as Victor walked in, wearing a towel, sarong style.
"What's that, honey?" Victor asked.
"Oh nothing, darling, I was just thinking..." She stretched out her arms seductively and stared at him through half-closed eyes.
"I have an idea, honey," Victor said, ignoring her longing looks. "Remember how you said a couple weeks ago about how bored and dissatisfied you were with your life, how you would like to meet new people, go new places?"
"Why, yes, I do," she replied, "but," she added slyly, "now that I've got you, all that's changed."
"I still think it's a good idea for you to get out more, branch.out a bit," he said uneasily.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I have this old friend, I think you'll really like. Let's go over there this afternoon - right now - I'm sure you'll enjoy talking to her and maybe she can even offer you a small part-time job!"
"Really?" Connie said excitedly. "Doing what, where?"
"Let's go over there and find out," Victor answered laughing.
As they drove towards the downtown area, Connie was a little worried. She was afraid she might run into Scott on his rounds, and liberated though she was, she was still his wife and terrified of really angering him. Still, she sat close beside Victor, her new-found courage alternating with dread.
"Even if I do get a job, it won't make any difference to us, will it, darling?" she asked.
"Of course not, baby."
Victor had a lot on his mind. His interests at Ramona's were being jeopardized by Ramon a's increasing independence. This bad luck was compounded by the fact that he was tiring of Connie - his attraction to her had vanished with familiarity and now he only wanted to be rid of her. Worst of all, he was really hot for Ramona now. Christ, he thought, trying to block out Connie's prattle, why do I have to be hooked on a broad who hates me? He vividly remembered how Ramona had knelt trembling before him, still flashing defiance, and then proceeded to suck his cock. The best he had ever had. The thought now sent shivers through him and his prick leapt halfway to tumescence. Fortunately, they pulled up then at the townhouse on Payne Street.
Connie was impressed with the location and the outside of the building as Romona opened the door. She greeted Victor effusively and Connie with a little reserve.
Connie couldn't believe her eyes as they went up the stairs and into Ramona's bed-cum-living room. She feasted her eyes on the lush surroundings, agog at the opulence and obvious affluence of the owner, and completely oblivious to Victor and
Ramona who were talking in whispers in the corner.
Finally Victor came over and put his arm around her.
"Honey, I have to go out on a little business now. But I'll leave you here with Ramona. You two can talk girltalk and have a good time till I get back."
Connie was surprised at being left alone with a comparative stranger, but she was immediately put at ease by Ramona's friendly, light-hearted chatter, and by the drinks which appeared, brought in by an attractive girl, as if on cue. Ramona asked her all about herself, and Connie found herself confiding in this interesting, attractive older woman. She wondered vaguely what sort of job she could offer her, and thought with a thrill that it probably would be something exciting and interesting. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Glancing at her watch, Ramona said apologetically.
"I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, Connie, dear, for a few minutes. But do make yourself at home and I'll have Maria bring in another drink."
"Please, Ramona, I don't want to trouble you...."
"No trouble at all, Connie. I'd really like to continue our little chat, and get to know you a little better. Although," she said in a confidential whisper, "I must admit I am quite envious of you. You carry your youth beautifully."
Connie blushed from Ramona's frank admiration, and was glad when she found herself alone. Immediately, Maria, the beautiful tawny-skinned girl, brought in a large frosty drink. Flashing a brilliant smile at Connie, she left without saying a word. Connie idly wondered about her. She certainly didn't seem like a maid, not with her face, expensive silk dress and fantastic figure. Everything puzzled Connie - the enigmatic' Ramona, the luxurious surroundings, even the mysterious Maria. As she sipped her drink, she wandered aimlessly around the large room. Her attention was drawn to the Indian prints, tastefully framed and hanging on the walls. The first one was of an Indian couple, the girl with her legs spread wide and the man was inserting his huge, overemphasized perns into her vagina.
Tearing her eyes from the erotic sight, she hurriedly looked at all the others. They depicted Indian couples, threes and fours, all in different sexual postures. Connie couldn't believe it. What could they be doing here in this wealthy, tasteful place? Then, Connie gave a little laugh. Of course, why hadn't she thought of it before? Affluent, sophisticated people, people like Ramona, collected art. They didn't see it as dirty, lewd ... they saw only the artistic value in such paintings. Why, she herself had seen pictures of some of the French and Italian Renaissance paintings, showing nude men and women, worth thousands and thousands! Shaking her head half-scornfully at herself, she continued sipping her drink and began to examine the largest picture of all again. She tried to concentrate on the flowing form, the minute detail of the robes, the quaint surroundings, but somehow, all she could see was the lewd position of the couple in the painting, the man's grotesque penis, the girl's widespread crotch. Realizing that her hands were clammy and that she was quivering, she sat down, thinking that the drinks must be affecting her. She wished Ramona would come back. What if she had forgotten about her? Perhaps she should try to find her, tell her she had to leave. Her eyes kept returning to the shocking picture, and the figures began to move realistically before her swimming eyes, going through motions of lovemaking. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to do something. Her roving eye fell on the record player. Hastily, she selected a record and put it on. It was a French record, one she had never heard before. The recurring words were "je t'aime ... je t'aime ..." accompanied by whispering sounds and sighs like waves at the seashore. Connie sank back in the plushy sofa. The sensual sibilant sounds wafted into her head, and images of the erotic prints on the walls swam before her eyes. Oh God. What was the matter with fyer? Why was she thinking about sex all the time? Was she turning into an insatiable maniac? Oh where was Victor? Why didn't Ramona come back - anyone? She felt a tiny smouldering spark ignite between her legs. Angrily, she clamped them shut. She took a long drink of her drink, draining the glass. The liquor seemed to have a calming effect on her, and she gratefully sat back as the tingling between her legs seemed to subside, and she felt a semblance of sanity return to her liquor-dazed brain.
Chapter Six
Ramona had gone down to answer the door, knowing full well who would be there. Scott had been visiting her ever since he realized the advantage of his landlord position, and he had been exploiting it fully. Especially since Connie has been acting so strange lately. All but ignoring him, especially in bed, where she acted as if he had some dread disease. She had begun to look different, too. She bought some new, sexy clothes, and was wearing her skirts awfully short and tight for a married woman. Still, he'd thought it better not to say anything to her until he'd figured out what was wrong. But last night had been the last straw. Her contemptuous "leave me alone" had chilled him to the marrow and he was determined to get to the bottom of it tonight when he got home. But now, he was ready for some action.
Ramona sighed a little as she opened the door. She had begun to wish she had paid the fines or made the improvements, anything to prevent him coming around so often. His presence had a very bad effect on Victor, who sulked for hours afterwards and took it out on Ramona. She was beginning to sympathize with Victor now, and tried not to be quite as cold and short with him. He wasn't really a bad guy, she thought now as she let Scott in.
"Ready for me, baby?" he leered, giving her a pat on her well-shaped behind.
"No," she said coldly. To her surprise, she heard herself saying, "I can't take you anymore. Victor has really cracked down, but I have a wonderful new girl for you. Scott darling, you're going to be the very first customer to enjoy her and she is absolutely beautiful, as fresh as a daisy, a real joy! And, if things go really well, you can see her from now on! I wouldn't offer her to anyone of the regulars but you, although God knows, I have had enough offers."
Scott was delighted. He'd been half-thinking of giving up his daily visits, but now, if he could sample something new before he made up his mind, he might even come back for more! From Ramona's description, she really sounded as if she were something. Of course, she probably wouldn't have Ramona's finesse, but with all he'd learned from the Queen herself, he'd soon have her performing like a star. He couldn't wait to get a feel of some luscious new pussy. Happily, he followed Ramona up the stairs, for once not interested in the waving outline of her smooth rounded buttocks in front of him.
She led him into the little room off her large main room, and Scott sat down in the easy chair.
"Would you like a drink?" Ramona asked.
Scott gratefully accepted a Scotch on the Rocks and they sat sipping their drinks, chatting about the business and how things were coming along. Scott was glad that he'd had the drink. He could feel its warmth coursing down through his body and sending life, warm-blooded life to his loins. Not that he couldn't manage without it, but the potent liquid, was an added stimulant to the multi-pleasures he expected to follow.
Finally, Ramona stood up and switched on the two-way mirror. Scott pulled his chair around to face the mirror and take his first gaze at the beauty who would soon be his.
Scott's jaw dropped and his mouth hinged open. His eyes bulged out from his reddening face and he tried to speak, his mouth working like a star in a silent movie. His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that greeted his eyes. It was Connie, his wife, and she was writhing on the couch, her legs spread obscenely apart, her panties hanging at her knees.
Her fingers were jammed into her gaping cunt and Scott could see them swirling furiously in and out of the clasping lips of her open vagina. Another ringer was kneading and pulling at the enlarged clitoris and Scott could see its angry redness as it gave beneath her agile fingers. Her mouth was wide open and she was gasping like a fish out of water. Her rounded eyes were rolling uncontrollably around in her head, and streaks of perspiration dampened her dress.
My God, my God, Scott groaned, unable to tear himself away from the lewd sight. It's a mistake, it's someone else. But there was no denying the truth. It was his wife all right.
"Well, how do you like her? Isn't she some thing!!!?" Ramona asked. She had been a little surprised to see Connie writhing under auto-manipulation, but was pleased nonetheless as it added to her desirability. She had been just a little worried when Victor brought her in, because she seemed just a bit too unused, and she was afraid that she might balk when it was time for action. But the writhing, frenzied figure they viewed through the mirror cancelled all doubts in Ramona's mind. They had a real money getter there, all right. And, she thought, judging by Scott's face, he's really digging her already!
Scott was livid with anger. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes glued on the lascivious spectacle. The goddamn little bitch, the fucking little whore. I wonder how many two-dollar tricks she's turned, the humping little bitch. Scott's mind churned on and on, anger and rage building up uncontrollably in his haunted mind, and tiny flecks of foam showed at the corners of his tightly clenched teeth.
Connie had been grateful for the soothing relaxation of her drink that had blanked out that tingle between her legs. But her gratitude was premature, for after a few moments, when the drink hit bottom, the spark fanned and began to flame through her loins. She felt dizzy now, and as light as if she were floating on a watery cloud. As if in a dream, her hands began to massage the straining .fullness of her breasts, which were pressing against her lacy bra. Expertly, she trapped the quivering nipples between her fingers, mashing them, trying to stop the tingling there. Savagely, she pulled at them, as if she were trying to pull them from their moorings. Pressing the full force of her open palm down on her fiery cuntal mound, now prickling all over, she tried to block out all thoughts from her head, to gain control over her tottering reason. But it was too late. The mutiny in her body spread like wildfire to her brain, which, sneeringly, refused to obey her, and as if in defiance, conjured up obscene images, one after the other. She threw her head from side topside, trying to shake them out, her hand still clamped down on her pubic mound and the other frantically kneading at her throbbing breasts.
Against her will, her hands burrowed down between her legs, lifting the hem of her short dress, and probed up towards her fiery loins. With a moan, her hand began to massage her burning cunt through the moisture-drenched material of her nylon panties. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was only a short moment. The fire started up again, demanding fuel. Slowly, she inserted one finger inside the elastic leg band and began to propel it up towards the fiery furnace. Suddenly, she stopped herself. What am I doing? she thought. She was half sitting, half lying on the couch, her legs widespread, her head to one side. Her dress was bunched up around her upper thighs, and the dark triangle of her pussy was plainly visible through the sheer material, to anyone who might enter the room. She tried to withdraw her finger from her panties, to smooth down her dress, but her arms wouid not obey her. She tried to scissor her legs closed, but they would not move. She tried to sit up straight, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Some evil demon had wormed inside her, lulled her limbs to sleep, started a raging fire in her crotch. She was utterly in his power..Dreamily, the exploring finger pushed forward until it came in contact with the jungle of her pubic hair. It felt moist and damp to the touch, and the thin hairlined lips shivered under the invading finger. She could feel her whole slit palpitating under her touch as she drew the narrow furrow opeji. Tenderly, the finger traced along the raggedy inner lips sending electrical tingles shooting through her. Abruptly, the probing digit found the tiny button of clitoris and more shocks electrified her at the searing contact. Cautiously, she began to massage the minute bud, sending it burgeoning into hardness. A toasty-warm flush emanated from her cuntal region, and sped like wild fire over her sweating body. In a sudden frenzied rush, she tugged at the protective panties with her free hand, and raising the quivering balloons of her buttocks off the sofa, she pulled them down to her knees. With a sigh, she probed the warm recesses of her cunt with all four of her fingers. Sigh after tortured sigh escaped from her lips as she rummaged and searched the hidden areas. A finger hesitated at the viscous cuntal opening and she could feel the delicate pink skin surrounding the sensuous area pulsating in expectation. As her finger poised at the moistened mouth, she ran her free hand down the soft downy inner thighs, eliciting gasps of pleasure. She felt a thin rivulet of perspiration running down the crease of her buttocks where it met with the flowing juices of her lubricated cunt.
Then with a groan, she plunged the waiting finger into the warm dark depths where it made delicious contact with the heated inner walls. Gently, she revolved the exploratory finger in the contracting vagina and her pelvis began an undulatory rhythm in time to the waves on the still playing record. But the green-fire that burned there demanded more to feed its lewd hunger and without thinking she plunged another finger into the grasping moistness.
The fingers on her other hand found the throbbing button of her clitoris again and began to agitate the erected organ into greater frenzy. She ground her tormented clitoris up against the diligent finger and then crammed her other fingers in and out of her clasping cunt. Great waves of intense pleasure crashed over her like the waves on the sea, and her head felt as if it were being washed ashore and retrieved, time and again by the surf of those breaking waves.
"Oh Scott," Ramona crooned in the tormented husband's ear, "I know, I can tell you are going to love cramming that huge manly cock of yours into her hot little pussy, now aren't you?"
Scott turned and stared at her glassily. His mind was paralyzed and he had forgotten who this woman was who was standing beside him. He had forgotten everything except that his wife, Connie, was a whore. No wonder she didn't want him to make love to her! Her pussy was probably red raw from all the customers she had been seeing. He should have been suspicious when she got those new clothes ... he might have known she didn't get them from out of the housekeeping money. Wonder how much she charges for a trick? Maybe she'd even started working the streets, flipping out in cars as .they circled the block.... His feverish mind danced on, painting even more lurid pictures, torturing himself by imagining his wife in various lewd poses and positions with her customers. A snarl of anger tore itself from his parched throat as his eyes feasted savagely on the feverish scene.
Ramona was really pleased now. Even she was surprised at the extent of Scott's passion, his feelings at seeing the girl. If she'd known that he'd be that aroused at the sight of a beautiful girl, she'd have introduced him to Peggy or Maria long ago. "Why not really-go all the way," she thought, "and turn him on even more?"
"She's such a lovely girl," she purred in his ear. "And she's so good, so experienced. When she came to us, she was so unhappy. Her husband didn't take time to find out what she really liked or what really excited her, and so she came to us." As Ramona embellished the details, she really began to believe her own story, and threw herself heartily into the telling.
"And now, Scott," she said, stroking his tightly clenched jaw, "she likes everything. She can suck cocks better than anyone else - far, far better than I can. She can make your prick stand out so far it will fall down from sheer weight!"
She inserted her hand inside his shirt as she continued her story, both their eyes still riveted on the flailing body of the girl.
"And you know something else," she went on, "she just loves to have her pussy licked. She just turns crazy when someone sucks and licks at her pussy. She goes out of her mind when a tongue, a big, beefy tongue like you have, darts up into her hot little hole. Wouldn't you just love to eat her hot little cunt?"
Ramona's hand pulled at the curly hair on Scott's chest as she purred into his ear. Her fingers found the masculine nipples and tweaked them until they were tight and hardened.
"And you should see those titties," she went on lewdly, "She just loves to have them sucked and kissed until they bleed."
Scott's heart was thumping inside his chest. He was hypnotized by Ramona's sultry, droning voice and by her incredible massaging of his chest. But his eyes were locked on the lascivious figure of his wife, writhing in self-fucking in the other room. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of anger, remorse, horror and a small flicker, just a whisper of desire was rising in him. Desire for his coarse vulgar wife, caressing herself shamelessly in the other room, stripped of all decency, and desire for this panting tigress of a whore who was stroking him and whispering obscenities in his ear.
He could see the sweat glistening on Connie's face as she struggled to give herself maximum pleasure. He watched, amazed, as she angrily snatched off the soaked panties, wrenching them from her knees and tossing them from her feet in a careless gesture. Her entire cunt was now naked and visible to anyone who cared to look, and Scott through the softness of her pubic hair, could clearly see the pulsating pink hole of her pussy, as it hungrily absorbed the fingers crammed inside. And he could just barely make out the dark puckered ring of her anus, which was lewdly winking and contracting in time to her pussy.
He could'see that the sparsely-haired outer lips were swollen and fleshy, and that her jagged inner lips were quivering and trembling as she massaged her engorged clitoris.
"You just can't wait, can you?" the voice droned on in his ear, "to sink that long, stiffening prick of yours in to that red hot pussy, to plow it far, far up into her cunt, to sow your milky seed in that anxious belly? You can make her come alive like she never has before, can't you?"
Scott dragged his eyes away from the lustful scene in the other room and stared at Ramona, his mouth still hanging open.
Her eyes, as blue as lapis lazuli, stared back at him, and her mouth was working grotesquely as she spewed out her filthy monotone.
"And she's come such a long way, since she first came here. But she's waiting, just waiting for that one man who will really light a fire under her starved little pussy and set her whole body aflame. And I think you are that man, darling. ..."
Scott could see that her nipples were straining against the thin blouse she was wearing, and her pants were so tight that the crotch slipped into the furrow of her pussy. Little beads of perspiration were breaking out on her upper lip, and she continually ran the tip of her red tongue along it, coating it with shiny saliva, and enhancing the red lipstick she wore. And her hand still worked at his heaving chest, and began to drop down to his belted waist.
Thoughts began to push, through the fog of his numbed brain. Maybe what Ramona said about Connie's husband was right. Maybe it was he - he was the one who forced Connie to come to this cathouse, to try and get release from her natural womanly feelings. God knows, he had never tried very hard to really please her sexually, always thinking of himself and of his pleasure. He had an inborn feeling that women weren't supposed to feel anything, they were just supposed to lie there and take what came, and try to please their husbands. It was a false, outmoded notion he knew, but somehow, in his proud masculine race for self-fulfillment, he had allowed that falsehood to taint his other inclination to help his wife to participate fully in their sexual love, and continued to be selfish and unhelpful. Even so, did this give his wife the right to sell herself, to come here to this den of vice and take lessons in sexual liberation? The thought that other men had touched her naked body and taught her things, had wakened her dormant libido, made him shake with rage. Even though Ramona had said that he'd be the first of her customers, he knew that this was just sales talk. She probably told everyone that, and they all thought they were getting a bargain. The lying bitch. Now his feelings mushroomed into rage - searing hot rage at both his wife and this madam-whore who used bodies for own profit. He felt an almost uncontrollable desire rise in him to smash her leering white face into pieces and then rush in and tear his unfaithful wife limb from limb. But just then, Ramona's hand snaked inside the waistband of his pants and grabbed fleetingly at the dampened curls of his pubic hairs. Lightning-like thrills bolted through his demented body. Maddeningly, the fingers dabbed at the moist curls, missing one, catching another. He felt lust surge through him again, lust for Ramona, his wife, all women. A frothy snarl emanated from his lips. He turned his enflamed eyes once again towards the lustful figure on the sofa.
Connie had pulled her legs up towards her shoulders to give greater access to her hopelessly inadequate hands. Feverishly, she thrust three of her lubricated fingers into her greedily palpitating vagina, while she probed at her maddened clitoral bud with her Other finger. She darted it down the perspiration-soaked channel to the tight little ring of her anus, where she jabbed experimentally at the tiny, puckered nether ring. Then she brought it back again to pull once more at the tormented pivot of her desires. He heard the whirrr of a zipper - his own - and felt a cool rush of air as Ramona pulled down the whining metal and released his imprisoned cock. Joyfully, it leaped into the air, trembling in its excitement at being released from the punishing confines of his pants. It stood out lewdly, large and veinous, pulsating with lust and desire. Expertly, Ramona enclosed the giant rod in her sinewy fingers and began a soft milking motion of her slender digits. Lightning zipped through Scott's body and thunder sounded in his dazed head. He felt as though he were a dog, imprisoned alone, and taunted by bitches in heat surrounding the cage. His senses were torn and divided and he didn't know which way to turn. Anger alternated with lust in his crazed frame, and hjs.eyes were riveted on his wife's degenerate body. Ramona's soft pumping drove him out of his mind as he felt his already massive cock expand and swell under her fingers, until he thought it would burst. Gently, she dropped her other hand and cupped his dangling testicles in her smooth palm. She squeezed and kneaded the crinkly-skinned balls. An aching throb started deep inside them, and electrical waves of dynamic pleasure rushed through his entire body. Still Ramona continued hex kneading and massaging. She dug at the base of his cock among the tufts of hair and pulled on it as if she were trying to elongate his pick even more. A drop of moisture seeped out of the tiny slit at the top of the monstrously bulging head and dropped slowly to the floor, trailing a thin gossamer like web of opaque fluid. Scott began to moan audibly now, and leaned back against the wall for support, his eyes were fixated uncontrollably on his wife.
She had begun to jerk now. It was obvious to Scott and Ramona that she was going to cum at any moment and they pressed their faces to the mirror in order not to miss a moment of the lascivious sight.
Her fingers prodded frantically at her fiery genitals, and she arched her back, levering her whole lower torso off the sofa in an effort to cram her fingers further into herself. Her chest was heaving, great passionate pants, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she thrashed her head from side to side.
Suddenly, it came. Scott and Ramona could see an almighty shudder take Connie's body in its wake and send her crashing spasmodically into a thousand little spasms. They saw her orgasmic juices flow out over her groping fingers and her pelvis bucked faster and faster. She was cumming like a wild woman! They saw her mouth open and heard the top notes of a piercing scream. Then she was still. Her eyes were closed and her body still twitched. Her fingers slid from her moist still quivering cunt and dropped unconsciously to the sofa, leaving a darkening stain on the sofa velvet. A warm flush covered her heated face.
Scott could stand it no longer. Tearing his monstrous prick from Ramona's still teasing hands, he charged into the room, holding his weapon like a warrior holding a favorite lance.
Chapter Seven
Connie's breathing was becoming more even now as she lay back in the sunshine of her incredible orgasm. Sanity was returning to her satiated mind, and with it the realization of where she was. Tears of self-loathing came to her eyes. She lay there, quietly sobbing... a great snarl shattered her silent mental self-flagellation. What was that unearthly sound? It sounded like a giant gorilla, a jungle ape tortured with pain. Terrified, she opened her eyes and through the dim of her tears and satiated lust, she actually saw the giant ape standing over her, snarling in fury, his monstrous red penis stuck out menacingly in front of her. How could she escape this brute, how did he get here?
"You goddamn little whore, you fucking bitch! I'll teach you, you slut! I'll teach you!"
The vicious venom-packed words brought a shred of reality to Connie's dazed senses. She blinked her eyes in disbelief and stared horrified at the figure towering over her still undraped crotch. It was her husband! She opened her mouth to scream, but she was too paralyzed with fright. She jerked her, arm up to hide the humiliation burning in her face and collapsed sobbing in a helpless heap.
"Let me explain... Scott darling ..." Connie blubbered. "I can explain ... listen to me____"
Scott just stood staring at her contemptuously. He was angry beyond belief now. Her obscene display stripped him of any pity or understanding he might have felt before. Now, he was livid with hatred. And she dared to tell him that she could explain. Explain indeed!
'You lousy little whore!" he spat, his face twisted and deformed with rage.
"Why are you calling me that, Scott, why?" she pleaded.
The thought that he had found out about Victor crossed her mind and she trembled in fear before him.
"You fucking bitch!" he hissed, "Here in a whorehouse, you ask me that?"
Connie's eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief.
"Whorehouse? Oh Scott, I didn't know, honestly I didn't know____"
Scott reached forward and slapped her hard across her cheek. A blotchy red mark immediately appeared on her assaulted face and she backed away, cowering in terror. Tears gushed unchecked down her burning face as she cringed against the sofa. Still mouthing insults, Scott jerked his belt from his pants. He began to a cruel lashing against her body - over her legs, her stomach, her breasts. She covered her head with her arms to protect herself as best she could. She groaned and whined with pain and humiliation, unable to escape the fiercely raining blows. Suddenly, they stopped.
"Now let's see how good you are at your new profession, bitch!" he rasped.
Still sobbing bitterly, she moaned. "Oh no, Scott, please not here, not like this!"
"Who were, you preparing your pussy for then?" he sneered, catching her painfully by the hair. His bloated prick bobbed up and down from the fury of his anger. Her desperate mind latched on to the mortifying fact - he had seen her fingering herself, he somehow had seen her make herself cum. The grim realization sent a fresh flurry of tears streaming down her face. She was paying now, paying for her infidelity with Victor, her eager acceptance of another's love. Her evil deeds had caught up with her and brought her to this... horrible place... where now she would have to pay a dreadful price for her crime. Spasmodic terror convulsed Connie. She knew in her Meiart that there was no escape for her. She knew that Victor or Ramona wouldn't help her, wouldn't barge in on the cruel scene that was coming. She could only He there, and take what was coming to her. She hoped that her husband would kill her, to spare her the degradation that his knowledge of her infidelity and her lewd acts would shower on her. How could she hold her head up again? How could she ever look at him again? Oh, how she wished she'd never been so foolish as to get involved with Victor. Why couldn't she have left well enough alone, and bided her time patiently until Scott had snapped out of his previous cold mood? And he had. But she was too wrapped up in her "big romance" with Victor to bid him more than the time of day! What a fool she'd been. If only she could have another chance, she'd make it up to him, she'd make him forget how low she had sunk. "Take off your clothes, whore, and get naked!" he ordered in a cruel cold voice. Trembling, Connie got to her feet, and feebly began to undo the zipper on her damp wrinkled dress. Her eyes fell on her sodden panties lying on the floor where she had, in the throes of passion, carelessly tossed them, and she blushed anew at seeing the tangible evidence of her obscene act. Humiliated, she slipped off the abused dress and let it slide to the floor where it lay in a multi-flora heap. Her head still lowered, she slowly released her breasts from her lacy bra. She stood there, naked and unadorned, in front of her husband.
In spite of his anger and revulsion, Scott's eyes roamed wildly over his wife's smooth, ivory colored body. He flushed at the thought of those familiar breasts being kissed and handled by complete strangers, those firm milky thighs being caressed by anonymous men. He stared at the tangled brown forest of pubic hair between her legs fighting the impulse to reach forward and tear it to shreds. Parts of her body still bore the angry red welts of his leather belt biting into her flesh. But the sight of those red streaks did nothing to alleviate his all-consuming rage. He wanted to destroy her, to torture this filthy whore who had been deceiving him. How long had she been doing it? How many other men had fucked her!
With an angry roar, he pushed against her unsuspecting body, knocking her to the floor and she fell in a disorderly heap on the rug. A whimper escaped her lips, but she was too devoid of feeling to protest at his rough treatment. She looked quickly up and saw him hurriedly rip off his clothes. Her glance fell on his prick, swollen and distended to monstrous proportions. It jutted out from its nest of curly pubic hair, and Connie shivered at the thought of the incredible hardened rod of flesh jamming inside her without mercy. She glanced at the sperm filled testicles'hanging loosely between his tensely corded legs and was repulsed by the thought of the white-hot seed that would be spurting endlessly into her. Her body fought against the cruel assault that she knew would be perpetrated on her, but she was too paralyzed with fear to move.
Scott knelt between her thighs, still holding his throbbing rod in his hand. Contempt and hate were plainly visible on his face, and his lip curled in an ugly sneer as he roughly spread her legs wide. She gasped from the pain of her widespread legs, but her moan only made Scott jerk her legs even further apart.
"Oh stop, Scott, please, you're hurting me...." she sobbed.
"I haven't even started yet, bitch," he jeered. And then suddenly he fell forward across her body and rammed his cock deep into her still moist cunt pushing the soft yielding flesh in waves before it. A strangled gasp escaped her throat as her cervix felt the full force of his brutal lunge, and she struggled wildly against his heavy weight to escape the diabolical intrusion. He began immediately to fuck into her, plowing forward with hard, bestial strokes, oblivious to her pain and tears. He reached out and grabbed a thigh in either hand and suddenly jerked her legs forward, until her knees touched her breasts and her legs dangled over her head. She sobbed with the excruciating pain of her unnatural balled-up position as he ground into her, rapping brutally against her tender edge of her womb, his balls slapping obscenely against her upturned ass. He looked down at his long rod careening into the exposed plane of her naked groin. He saw her pink, hair-lined cuntal flesh cling to the hardness of his prick as he pulled it out, and then smirked with satisfaction as he rammed it forward full force into her cavernous depths.
"Oh Scott, please ... don't... hurt... me...." She gasped painfully, rationing out her breath so she could brace herself against the harsh jerk of his cock inside her. Tears coursed down her face - tears of degradation at being used like a whore without feelings, an automaton, and by her own husband!
Her nerves were numb now. She could feel nothing. Her husband's inhuman rape had brought her beyond pain, beyond feeling. She lay passively beneath his thrusting strokes.
"Move it, bitch!" he spat. "Let's see you earn your money, whore!" His brutal, sneering laugh echoed throughout the room eerily, chilling her with fear.
"Move it!" he snapped again, digging his fingers into the upraised moons of her buttocks. "A whore has to work for her money." She was dry of tears now and was tempted to lie coldly beneath him, ignoring his cruel barbs. But his fingers digging into her tender flesh prodded her like electric rods, and she mechanically began a slow, feelingless grind up against him.
"That's right," he leered, "that's a good whore ... grind! Now let's see you enjoy it! Smile for me, bitch, smile for your client."
Connie opened her eyes and looked into the steel-like eyes of blatant hate and scorn staring back at her. She tried to close her eyes again, but those magnetic eyes which seemed to scream guilt, disgust, depravity at her held her gaze.
"Look happy, whore!" he demanded, "Or you won't get your money!"
Desperately, Connie plastered a feeble smile on her blanched face, and tried to keep it there through sheer will.
"That's better, slut!" he smirked. Wildly, she wished that his orgasm would come soon, even though she dreaded the thought of him spewing his sticky sperm, laden with hate, into her, perhaps even making her pregnant with it. In her desire to hasten the end of this inhuman caricature of a loving act, she increased her upwards grinds, trying to pump his imprisoned cock, to trick it into emptying its load prematurely. She rotated her pelvis as she ground up against his thrusting loins and clenched her vaginal muscles as he slipped his long hardened cock out of her, pulling gently at it, as if she wanted to retain it inside her.
Scott suddenly quickened his thrusts again and jerked into her spasmodically. He kneaded and dug her soft yielding flesh, unconscious of her sobs of pain. He felt his cock grow and expand unbearably inside her ridged sheath and he felt thunder building up in his heated balls. But he wanted to put off the moment when he would shatter into her warm belly. He wanted to prolong this forced subjugation, this lesson he was teaching his erring wife. But suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He jerked forward in a series of extrabrutal thrusts as he felt the hot liquid spurt forth and race along the length of his cock where it gushed out of the engorged head and flooded into her quivering belly until there was no more left. Groaning, he withdrew his deflated member out of her sperm-inundated vagina, trailing a thin line of cum with it. With a sigh, he collapsed on the floor beside the cringing body of his suffering wife.
A long moment passed. Silence pervaded the room and Scott's breathing became less rapid. He stole a glance over at the still form of his wife. She looked pale and frightened. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were closed. He could see tears glistening at the end of her lashes. She was hunched over in a fetal position, protectively cradling herself with her arms. A pool of his expended cum lay on the rug where it had seeped out of her ravaged cunt.
Remorse stabbed at him as he looked at her childlike form. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable.
"A-are you all right, Connie?" He asked softly.
She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes. She looked over at him, hurt and bewilderment mirrored in her luminous gray eyes.
She didn't reply.
"Are you all right... honey?" He asked again.
She stared at him for a moment and then burst into tears. Suddenly, he clasped his arms around her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, please forgive me," he moaned into her auburn hair.
He felt her quivering under his touch like a captured baby animal. Memories of his hours spent with Ramona, and Rose, and countless other nameless, faceless girls, loomed up on the horizon of his mind, and magnified the remorse and self-disgust he was feeling.
He murmured apologies into her hair, trying to still the trembling in her defiled body.
"Can you ever forgive me, baby?" He asked piteously.
She raised her head from where she had buried it in his shoulder and looked at him steadily. The disgusting truth that had finally occurred to her about her romance with Victor nagged at her brain, and threw her in agonies of self-loathing. Scott had been right to be so angry. Who knows, in her blindness, where she would have followed if Victor had led! She was grateful to Scott now for bringing her to her senses, cruel and painful as his lesson had been.
"Oh Scott," she sobbed, "I'm sorry too. I really am.
They clung to each other in mutual forgiveness, uttering promises never to hurt the other again, and both shedding tears of gratitude and self-remorse.
As her husband held her close, Connie reviewed the strange events of the afternoon. She vividly remembered her own self-manipulated orgasm, and blushed at the thought that her husband had seen her in such a wanton pose. But even as she blushed, the lewd memory began to excite her. She felt the tell-tale burning between her legs where her husband's sperm still clung wetly. Gone were her earlier feelings of self-disgust and loathing. Lust took their place, and an intense desire for her husband's body encaptured her completely. She desperately wanted his penis plunging into her, this time in love, not hate.
Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she sighed into his ear, "Oh fuck me, please, Scott, fuck me, darling..."
"What?" He answered, incredulous, unsure of what he had just heard. Was his lustful mind playing tricks on him?
"Fuck me, fuck me, please darling, I'm your wife, fuck me____" The insistent words again droned in his ear and he knew he was not mistaken.
Her hand dipped to the now flaccid penis between her husband's legs, and she took the limp member in her hands and tentatively gently began to stroke it. His shaft leaped into half-erection at this new attention, and Scott repeated in wonderment and awe, like a broken record, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." His wife, his prim young wife, was begging him in crude definite words to fuck her.
He ground his lips down on hers, dragging her to him even closer, and his tongue flicked in through her open, receptive teeth. It played with hers, and hers played unbelievable magic back. Her cool fingers grasped his swelling prick tighter and began a rotation around its growing circumference. Her breasts rose confidently against his chest, the nipples already hardened into jutting buds, pressing against his hairy expanse. He began to trace hot little kisses all over her soft face, on her neck, her throat, her breasts. Still, she clung to him tenaciously, still caressing his burgeoning member. Suddenly, unbelievably, he heard her velvet voice again.
"Oh Scott darling, I want to kiss your penis ... your cock!"
He couldn't believe it until he saw her head slipping down towards his rising penis, couldn't believe that he had actually heard the words he had been praying for years to hear.
"Oh yes darling," he moaned, "suck it, suck it!"
She knelt between his splayed thighs, a lustful glance in her eye, her tongue darting over her parched lips in anticipation of the new sensual feast it would shortly have.
She dipped her head, and her long auburn hair fell in a gentle cascade over his widespread thighs, tickling him deliciously. She flicked out her tongue and grazed the tip of the purplish, swollen head which sprung out from the forest of pubic hair.
She licked cautiously at the inflated member, slowly feeling her way in this new game. Her body trembled and she opened her mouth wide and accepted the whole head in her soft, velvety mouth. She began to suck it, pulling on the head as if she were trying to separate it from the body. She pressed her lower teeth into the veinous underside and was answered by a tremendous surge from Scott as he deliriously pressed his crotch upward.
"Oh baby, oh darling," he moaned, caressing the soft mane of her hair with his hands. He guided her head up and down on the slippery rod, until she enclosed more and more of the log-like pole in her buttery mouth. As his prick slipped easily in and out of her working mouth, he began a slow undulation up against her face. As her confidence in her new task grew, Connie explored the whole of his loins with her eager hands. She massaged the squirming sac of his balls, gently tugging on them. She playfully tangled her fingers in his dark pubic hair and squeezed lightly on the thick base of his protruding cock, sending new chills rippling down Scott's back.
Scott gazed tenderly down at his wife's bobbing head. He was enthralled by her increasingly more expert sucking, the teasing massage of her fingers on his balls. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. His wife finally consented to suck his cock, and was loving it! It was her past refusal to perform this exciting love-act that had driven him to seek this incredible pleasure elsewhere. Now, he wouldn't have to move from home. He Could get it, right from his own wife, and how, and how! He moaned as her tongue swirled maddeningly around his rod, the tip flicking daintily across the engorged head. He saw her lips convolute on his thick penis, bound ovally to his rod as if soldered together.
"Oh darling, Oh Connie, I want to fuck you now, please let me fuck you now...." he moaned, feeling a warning billow of heat rising in his balls.
Reluctantly, Connie released her tight lip-grip on his hardened cock, her eyes clinging greedily to it as Scott withdrew it from her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth but she also wanted to feel his cock down between her legs inside her, cementing their new understanding of each other. Happily, she lay back on her back, a smile of contentment on her face as she seductively spread her legs.
This is working out very well, very well indeed, Ramona thought as she watched the frenzied pair. She was a little surprised to see Scott slap the girl hard across the face, and even more surprised when he had whipped off his belt and begun to lash her cruelly. Still, she thought, she probably likes the rough stuff. She doesn't seem to be objecting too strenuously. She had watched the entire brutal scene, unmoved by the cruelty of it. She had seen too many kinky tastes to be surprised by anything. She had watched interestedly as Scott fucked mercilessly into Connie, and then she left to find Victor.
Chapter Eight
Ramona found Victor in the other room on the second floor, playing cards with Maria and Lora. The girls immediately left when Ramona came in, and she sat down opposite Victor at the little table.
"Well, Victor," she said contentedly, "I think we've gotten rid of some of our troubles."
"What do you mean?" Victor asked, puzzled.
"Come on, I'll show you," she said, getting up and leading him back into the other room.
They looked into the two-way mirror and then back at each other.
"It looks like we will have no more trouble from our Landlord!" Ramona smiled.
"And I've rid myself of that little pussy, Connie!" Victor enjoined. Smiling cheerfully, they turned their attention back to the mirror.
They were just in time to see Scott settle himself between Connie's widespread legs. Her arms were stretched over her head and she had an ecstatic look on her face, as she gazed adoringly at Scott. Scott put his hands under her knees and slowly, gently raised her thighs so he could have a better look at the enticing valley of her cunt. Ramona and Victor could see her moist core, pinkly glistening as Scott raised her legs. They could see the throbbing hole of her vagina, and the tip of her reddish clitoris peeping out from between the dark hair-fringed furrows of her outer cunt lips.
Scott gazed avidly at the proffered sight for a moment and then raised his enormous prick until the bulbous head was poised at the quivering cuntal opening. He could see the ragged edges pulsating faintly in anticipation of what was to come, and he tested the giant head for size against the delicate opening.
Connie sighed at the contact of the smooth rubbery head against her silken skin and strained forward to impale herself all the more quickly. "Oh Scott," she sighed, "Put it in now, please____"
Scott, thrilled to hear the pleading voice of his wife, wanting, desiring him, surged forward burying the giant head in the soft warm folds of her waiting pussy. She gasped from the sudden vibration, and then purred with pleasure as she felt her cunt flowering around the incredibly hardened rod.
"You like that?" Scott moaned through his passion.
"Oh yes darling ... Mmmmmmmmm."
His cock sliced through her flesh, gently, tenderly, and Connie shivered and twitched under the delicious thrills which his advancing cock was sending through her.
She winced back a little as the hard rubbery head hit the curve of her cervix, still sore from the cruel buffeting he had given her earHer, but he caressed the tender spot as gently as a snowflake with the throbbing tip and suddenly there was no more pain, just an incredible feathery touch of his cock worming around deep in her belly.
She sighed a the elongated member withdrew from her sinewy sheath, and she clutched at it with all her strength, trying to hold it in. When he had all but withdrawn it, he began to slide the delicious length back to her warm earthy cavern, all the way in until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack hard against her upturned loins.
Victor and Ramona stood mutely staring at the lustful, yet tender scene. They were mesmerized by the undulating couple, and their bodies began to sway imperceptibly to the rhythm that Connie and Scott had begun in the other room.
Victor was intoxicated by the musky perfume that wafted over to him from Ramona, who was standing slightly to the left of him. He could hear her breathing becoming more ragged as she stood, rooted to the spot, oblivious of everything biit the .couple fucking in her bedroom. His eyes still riveted on Scott and Connie, he moved behind Ramona and pressed the full length of his body up against her back. When she didn't draw away, Victor emboldened, reached his two arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. He began to massage and knead them in a teasing circular motion, and Ramona pressed her body back against his.
A ripple of pleasure ran through her as she felt Victor's hands on her breasts. She could feel a bulge forming at the crotch of his pants where her buttocks were pressed and involuntarily, she flared her asscheeks encased in the tight toreador pants and tried to enclose his growing bulge into the soft, yielding crevice. He began to unbutton the front of her blouse and she pushed her throbbing breasts forward against his hands as his fingers fumbled at the buttons. Suddenly her blouse was open and Victor pushed up her light lacy bra and released her hungrily aching breasts.
Ramona felt she shouldn't be doing this. But Victor's hands felt good on her warm breasts as they trapped the hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them until a dart of fire shot out from each pulsating bud, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
They watched in wonder as Scott began to knead the soft resilient flesh of Connie's buttocks, leaving red imprints on the soft white mounds, as he thrust in with clean, smooth strokes, and then after a second's hesitation, pulled his rod slowly out. They could see the petal-like flesh of Connie's soft, hair-fringed cunt clinging to the hardened prick as it withdrew, and the clasping motion of her tiny hairless anus as it moved and clenched in time to its sister opening. Connie's mouth was hanging open now helplessly, and her eyes were closed as she threw her head back on the rug. Victor and Ramona both gasped as they saw her wrap her hands in Scott's hair and pull his head down to her neglected breasts. Scott's tongue began to pain the smooth, milk-white melons with a thin coat of saliva, giving them an icy shimmer in the dusky light. His tongue played with the reddening nipples, pulling at one, then the other, twisting them into hardness. Victor's fingers on Ramona's nipples stroked in time to Scott's greedy licking as they jumped into full erection. Scott's hands suddenly released the soft loaves of Connie's buttocks from their compulsive kneading and began to ply the resilient flesh of her breasts with his busy hands. Simultaneously, Victor's and Scott's hands cupped the large breasts in their grasp together until the nipples met, forming a deep tempting crevice between the two melons.'
Connie, the gnawing in her breasts quelled, released her husband's hair and his hands once again dropped to her fleshy buttocks.
Ramona was panting now. The muscles in her body were tautly tensed as Victor dropped his hand over her soft unresisting body, and tried to insert itself inside the tight band of her pants. But it was too tight. The hand stopped. Ramona stifled a gasp of disappointment - she wanted that hand to continue on its exploratory path. Then she heard the whine of a zipper as Victor opened her pants. With his free hand, he eased the tight slacks down over her well-formed hips where it slipped to her knees. The hand now insinuated itself inside the nylon band of her bikini panties and teased thrillingly for a moment at the slightly moistened pubic curls. Then a finger burrowed down between her damp ready furrow and tapped playfully at the tip of her clitoris, electrifying it into life. Ramona shivered from head to toe at the electric tingles shooting up her from the rummaging of Victor's finger in her cunt. It parted the soft vaginal lips and then inserted itself boldly into the tight elastic opening of her cunt. The finger began to search around in the warm, hidden valley, widening the cuntal opening and probing deep into her deepest recesses. She could feel his huge cock through her panties and she ground her buttocks back on it, as much to escape the probing in her vagina as to feel the delicious contact of his throbbing prick on her tiny sensitive anus.
Victor began to shower hot moist kisses on her naked shoulders and back as his hand still possessively caressed her breast. She was impaled on his invading middle finger, and she groaned from the combined assault on all her nerves.
Their eyes never left the copulating couple in the other room. Connie and Scott rocked in complete unison now, Connie rising her crotch up off the floor to meet her husband's welcome downthrust and then pounding her buttocks against the floor as he withdrew from her.
Victor and Ramona stared aghast as Scott not satisfied with his almost unrestricted entry into Connie's gladly offered loins, thrust her legs upwards and draped a leg over each shoulder. The whole of her cunt was plainly visible and completely accessible now. He plowed once more into the soft pinkness, and Connie squirmed from the force of her unaccustomed position. Her hands dug frantically into the shaggy rug, tearing bits of wool from the deep pile, completely unconscious of her cat-like actions. They were bucking frantically now, their bodies shaking the room as they both reached for their orgasmic releases.
Victor's hands were on Ramona's hips. But she was oblivious to everything now but the crazed couple she was staring at through the deceptive two-way mirror.
Lewd words in her ear jerked her back to reality.
"Bend over the table, honey, I want to fuck you from behind___" Victor was breathing softly in her ear.
Immediately, her body stiffened. Her first impulse was to refuse his demands, but the lewd sight of Connie and Scott rolling about in a wild frenzied lust of naked flesh had sent chills and tremors of delight through her own body ^ and a spark of desire had exploded down between her legs, sending flames shooting up her back.
With a moan, Ramona shuffled the few steps over to the table and bent fully over it, resting her upper torso on the table top and laid her face, cheek down on its cold surface, enabling her to maintain her ringside view of the amatory performance in the other room.
Gently, Victor removed her blouse and began to slip her panties down over her soft hips and buttocks, where it fell to her knees with her pants. The cool air on her behind sent ice-cold shivers through her. She heard the rush of a zipper being opened and then the sound of clothes falling, on the floor. She knew Victor was undressing. She felt the rounded cheeks of her buttocks being spread apart by strong thumbs, and then she jumped forward as she felt the warm, wet flick of his teasing tongue licking down her widespread ass crevice.
"Goohhhnnn," she groaned in agonized joy as the tongue flicked along her perspiring split, coming to rest at the pulsating mouth of her tiny puckered anus. The tongue mischievously darted and probed at the tight elastic opening and she flexed her buttocks to repel and encourage the illicit probing at the same time.
She braced herself against the table when she felt the gigantic tip of Victor's cock pressing against the stretched ass-split. She felt his hands dig into her flesh back side, gripping her hips tightly.
"Put it in," Victor rasped hoarsely behind her.
Automatically, she reached her hand back and groped around until she came into contact with the vast rod. A thrill shot through her at the thought of this obese instrument skewering her in time to the other couple's frantic fucking. Her fingers closed over the massive pole and then she slowly guided it through her widespread thighs to the mouth of her waiting vagina. Expertly, she reached down with her free hand and spread the already-swollen outer lips of her cunt. She placed the bulbous head at the palpitating cuntal opening and gingerly tested its size against the circumference of her cunt. Slowly, she pushed back, seeking to skewer herself on the huge shaft. Then Victor rammed forward and his tree trunk of a cock pushed its way into her secret passage. Up, up he surged forward until he had imbeddedall of the gross throbbing instrument far up in her belly.
The elastic walls of Ramona's pussy closed fist-like around Victor's penis like a vise and he had to strain to pull it out again.
"Aaaagghhh.... ." he groaned, "what a tight little cunt you've got, Ramona."
He finally managed to extract the elongated prick from her clenching depths. Taking a moment for breath, he again plunged his cock into her hot pulsating sheath, shoving his pelvis forward between Ramona's widespread legs. The tight membrane of her vagina began to give a little around the giant pole and Victor was able to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the now-yielding confines of her cunt.
Shivers of delight had coursed through Connie as she lay waiting for her husband to make love to her. And love it would be this time for sure, she knew.
She felt her thighs being spread apart as he knelt between them. He pressed his fingers down on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, and gently spread apart the guarding lips. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her greedily throbbing clitoris and~the quivering viscous opening of her pussy. Grasping his fully erect penis in his hand, he steered the ponderous head to the moist opening.
Connie gasped as she felt the-first stinging contact of his cock on her delicate skin. Then there was a great stretching feeling in her loins and she felt as though the tender flesh of her cunt was being ripped in shreads. She felt the huge top pressing against the elastic opening making her bite her lip in pain, and then, the tight elastic opening gave - and he was in!
"AAAggghhh," she moaned as she felt the giant cock surge forward. Her vagina was fighting against the unaccustomed size and she felt the ridges of his penis rasp gratingly against her tender inner skin. On and on he pressed. She tried to draw back but he was hopelessly encased in her clinging flesh. But then, almost miraculously, the tightness of her vaginal canal eased and she felt the cock slip easily up and down in her resilient moistened sheath.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she began to sigh, the vibrating passion of his cock thrilling her like never before. Her thighs rose up to meet his member, joyfully impaling her pussy full onto him, urging his surging penis on to deeper caverns, high up to the root of her womanhood.
She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his open mouth down on her breasts. Immediately, enclosing almost the entire breast in his mouth, he began to frantically rub the nipple into incredible erection. The obedient bud leaped magnificently, puckering the surrounding skin, and his mouth moved to its twin, which responded in the same glorious manner. Now Scott's hands clutched convulsively in the soft flesh of her buttocks squeezing the pliant flesh. His thick shaft rubbed the inside flesh of her vagina with magical strokes, and Connie soared higher into ecstasy with each feathery stroke.
Lord, she thought through her joyful passion, I'd no idea it could be this go'odl She felt the last vestiges of her conventional prudery fly away on the wings of her unfettered libido, and all she could think of was that this was happening to her with her husband, her own darling Scott.
Scott's breathing was becoming more ragged than ever, and his face was bathed in sweat. Still he slaved over the churning body of his wife, as she groped ecstatically for her ultimate release.
With a sudden movement, he grasped her legs in his hands and swung a leg up over each shoulder. Thus her crotch was even more exposed, more fully offered to his demoniacal fucking. Connie mewled with pleasure at the strange new contact which this lewd pose afforded her, and she redoubled her efforts to skewer herself completely up on the battering rod. Her buttocks were pumping furiously now and a look of lascivious abandon crept over her crimsoned face. Her lustrous hair fanned out over the rug, and she dug her hands into her husband's shoulders, almost drawing blood from the strength of her fingernails. Her entire body was as taut as a bowstring, as she felt clouds of warm moistness gathering hurricane force in her loins.
Her husband was plowing frenziedly into her now, aware of her impending cum striving to match his own cataclysmic release with hers.
Suddenly, she was there. Her arms flailed hopelessly into the rug, and her head tossed from side to side. She drove her pelvis relentlessly up against his plunging loins and guttural screams erupted animal-like from her throat. Through the daze of her lust, she felt her husband's sperm shooting up through the long length of his encased cock and then the tidal wave of cum poured into every nook and cranny of her pulsating vagina, a never-ending flood of love which wrung incoherent cries of pleasure from both of them. Connie arched her back and thrust her tender loins up against him, molding their straining bodies together, fearful of losing even a drop of the wonderful life giving nectar. Her usually beautiful face was contorted with lascivious passion and animal-like groans of heathen pleasure erupted from her lust-wracked lips.
"AAAGGGHHH," she howled, her warm cum juice gushing down the length of his still-hard prick and joining on the rug the semen which was already beginning to flow from her widened passage.
Her belly quivered with the violence of their simultaneous orgasms and she finally lay flat on the rug, every ounce of energy drained from her perspiring body. He lay down over her and she could feel the beats of his pumping heart finally slowing. They lay there, arms entwined, as his limp cock slipped from her sperm drenched pussy, their love cemented by the ferocity of their mutual lust,, and the knowledge that they had come together at last and had the future to look forward to together.
The sight of Connie and Scott wallowing in the passionate abandon of their orgasms sent fresh 1 strength coursing through Victor's veins. Frenetically, he plowed into the fleshy womanliness of Ramona's flowering cunt. He felt her innermost channel squeeze and grip his prick with lazy rhythm, and his delighted member pulsated with lewd pleasure at the novel sensation. Her hand snaked around and fondled the loaded sperm-sac dangling between his legs. Ramona arched her back thrusting her buttocks up even further in the air, allowing Victor's burgeoning cock even greater access to her warm, hungrily-clasping belly. She pushed her upraised ass back on his advancing prick and moaned with pleasure as the distended head thudded against her womb. Ramona's whole body twisted and writhed as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the huge shaft sinking deep into her cunt. Her breasts pressed painfully into the hardness of the table, but she paid them no heed. All she felt was his rock-hard cock sliding into her and her tempered cunt felt every inch of skin and surface on his rigid, throbbing member. The wiry hair surrounding the impaling rod grazed her tender ass-skin, and flicked tantalizingly at her anus.
"Oh Victor darling, do it, honey - do it.. . !" she moaned through passion-clenched teeth.
She was approaching orgasm, and Victor, goaded by her lewd plea, pile-drove his pistoning machine faster and faster into her lust hungering depths. Everything was blacked out of their heads now as they rocked and bucked, shaking the table dangerously as they sought to satisfy their lust.
Then, a low piercing scream came from Ramona's strangling throat.
Her body twisted and flailed as she begged him to fuck her harder, fuck harder. Her entire buttocks slapped maniacally and flattened back against his thrusting loins.
A low primitive growl joined her high-pitched screams as Victor jerked out his orgasm, sending waves of sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb. The hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped, sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry babe. With an empty groan, Victor staggered backwards into the viewing chair, dragging Ramona's spent body with him. They collapsed into the chair, Victor's burly arms cradling Ramona's lethargic frame to his chest. They both slipped into an easy slumber then, smiles of satisfaction pasted on their spent faces. Ramona's last waking thoughts were on Victor-how could I have ever disliked a hunk of man like thislW
Chapter Nine
Scott Davis drove slowly through the quiet streets of San Jose. Strange how everyone always seemed to disappear the moment the sun went down - It was almost as if they believed the medieval superstition that night air was poison, and those who breathed it would fall victim to some horrible illness and keel over. He laughed to himself. Well he wasn't dead yet and he had always preferred the night air. The quiet darkness of the night made it perfect for his favorite past time, fucking. He laughed again. Fucking. The word had taken on a whole new meaning since this afternoon when he had walked into the town house to screw Ramona silly and he had seen his own wife masturbating in the other room! His anger had turned into the wildest climax of his life. Imagine his frigid little wife turning into the hot little piece she had.
He looked down at his curvaceous young wife sleeping beside him on the front seat, and smiled. She had turned her face towards him, her cheek pressed against the plastic upholstery of the back of the seat. All the weight of her body was balanced at that point and it looked as though she would come spilling over onto his lap at the slightest move of the car. He thought about that for a moment and liked the idea. His eyes caught on her moistly glistening, slightly puckered mouth. In sleep, her full pink lips were slightly parted, and they opened and closed softly as she breathed, he lewdly pictured them slipping over the head of his slowly stiffening, half-erect cock, then opening and closing around ft. After this afternoon, he didn't know if he would ever get enough of her. The fact of the matter was, he wanted her even now, even after their wild afternoon they had had, just seeing her lying there beside him was enough to make him conscious of the restricting tightness of his slacks. He tried sitting in another position hoping the tightness would go away, but it didn't help. He had a feeling that the only thing that would help him would be to get home as fast as he could and fuck the hell out of his wife. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, as the thought of his wife, Connie, made his discomfort all the more apparent.
"Connie," he touched her lightly on the thigh. "Connie, wake up, we're home."
She groaned lightly and opened her eyes. She stretched lavishly and sat up. "Oh I'm sorry I fell asleep dear, I didn't intend to."
"That's okay, but let's hurry and get inside, there's something I want to show you."
He turned to look at her, and his eyes widened. She didn't pull down the skirt but left it, unadjusted, riding far up her slightly parted thighs. At the same time, she seemed to be smiling at him, invitingly, mysteriously. There was something suggestive, almost imperceptively so, but still definitely seductive in the way her soft full mouth opened just slightly, her moistly glistening lips curled in tenderness and amusement; their slow gentle movement as she breathed reminded him of the way she had looked earlier in sleep, and once again, he found himself imagining how they would look stretched widely around his cock.
"I've got something to show you, myself," she said huskily.
He watched her walk softly across the carpet and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Then he sighed and dropped into a chair, pulling off his shoes.
I want to ball her, and I'm not going to get anywhere.... acting any different! He thought as he unzipped his fly and pushed his pants down his legs, tossing them across the room into the empty chair. Next, the tee shirt came off and he sat down on the side of the bed in his jockey shorts, casualty setting the alarm clock for the morning. But he could feel the crawling, drawing up sensation in his scrotum that signaled the beginning of another erection. He could feel his cock painfully throbbing with his racing blood.
His heart jumped to his throat as she stepped out of the bathroom, holding only a brush in her hands. Jesus, even with her clothes on she's beautiful! He had turned to the side and now her eyes lowered for a moment to the visible bulge at his crotch. She grinned.
"I think we're going to do well together," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "I can tell."
"Honey you are most observant," he laughed. "I didn't think you'd notice." Connie laughed sensuously. She walked across the room and laid the brush on the bureau, turning her back to him. He could feel the flood continuing to gorge warmly into his cock, straining his long thick member against the restricting tightness of his jockey shorts as she began to undress.
She took off her watch and carefully laid it on the bureau, then began to slowly undo the belt on her skirt. He couldn't see it directly because her back was to him, but he watched the movement of her arms and it sent his imagination racing wildly. Connie let her skirt drop to the carpeted floor, then picked it up and walked casually with it to the closet. Now she was dressed only in her sweater and sheer little white nylon panties. His eyes glowed in anticipation at the provocative sight of the panties wedged into the narrow crevice between her firm roundly curved ass cheeks as she had bent over gracefully to pick up her skirt. The firm half-exposed moons joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to the other in the open closet door, hanging the skirt. Slowly, she pulled the sweater over her head and folded it, revealing the white, naked expanse of her smoothly flowing back. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully across the carpet towards the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except for the sheer narrow strip of panties that covered her protruding pubic mound.
As she neared the bed, he gulped deeply and held his breath. He stared, in spite of himself. Jesus, she's got a beautiful body! Her large, gently uplifted breasts swayed voluptuous and jiggled firmly as she neared the bed. The white flesh that covered them was smooth and translucent-looking, and each pink, bud-like nipple stood out tautly in the center of a large round slightly darker pink aureola. For a moment, as he looked at his young wife, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long fully erect cock as his eyes traveled warmly down her naked hourglass-like body. Her tiny nipped-in waist flowed smoothly into a flat taut abdomen and full, firmly curving hips. His steadily throbbing penis strained painfully against the cloth of his shorts as his eyes traveled over the small soft-looking "vee" of her gently molded pubic mound, snugly encased in the white nylon panties.
Jesus, she sure isn't the same little frigid wife I had this morning and his cock grew with the thought of that afternoon when they had fucked so completely. He realized that he wouldn't be getting much sleep at night anymore with his wife's beautiful voluptuous, lust-inciting body lying beside him.
Connie threw back the blankets seductively on one side of the bed and stretched out luxuriantly naked on the sheets beside him, it was all he could do to keep from throwing his aroused, hotly churning body on top of her lush nakedness. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, her long dark hair spilling and cascading out softly across his muscled chest. He moved his arm around her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing hotly against the mattress.
"How about a little excitement, honey?" she smiled. "Did you want to make love to me?" Connie said as she looked at the obvious bulge under the sheets. She knew he wanted her and she wanted him. She could already feel the telltale wetness between her legs.
"Bitch," he said with a lewd grin. "I want to fuck you so bad. . .. my balls are aching!"
He let the weight of his naked chest come down on her firmly uptilted breasts. Then he kissed her hard, his lips flattening hers back harshly against her teeth and his tongue plunging wetly deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Her wetly parted lips opened willingly to accept his tongue, and the nerve-tingling darting of hers against his own caused his massively rigid cock to jerk ever more desperately against the confines of his undershorts. He wedged his hands slowly under the smooth, gently curving hollow of her back, then brought them gradually down underneath her panties to cup over her youthfully rounded buttocks, one tender ass cheek in each firmly gripping hand. He pulled her warm pubic mound tightly up against his hot, rigidly throbbing loins and could feel the muscles of her warm-fleshed buttocks start to flex smoothly under his tightly clenching fingers as she began a slow undulation of her pelvis up against him. She was willing enough, more than willing, but for a moment, he left it like that. He savored lustfully the feeling of his darting tongue in the warm wetness of her mouth while his hands caressed and kneaded her slowly grinding buttocks beneath the sheer smooth silkiness of her skimpy panties. Gradually, he began to rub his long, fully expanded shaft ever more forcefully, against her soft hair-covered pubic mound, only the flimsy cloth of her panties and his shorts between them now.
The long deep kiss was broken as he lifted himself up and forced himself, momentarily, to pull away. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of her panties, pulling them gradually down over her rapidly breathing abdomen and partially spread legs. Connie looked up at him, expectant and ready.
"First, I'm going to go down on you! I want to.... eat your pussy!" he said in a husky voice, already crawling up and kneeling between her eagerly trembling thighs.
"Oh___Scott," was all the naked wife said, and it was a wanton groan of anticipation.
Once again, he slipped his hands firmly under her nakedly rounded buttocks. Then, the tall young husband lowered his head and simultaneously drew the sparse triangle of her hair covered loins to his hungrily gaping mouth. His nostrils flared as the warm honeyed taste of her moistly throbbing cunt wetted his lips and his long tongue snaked out to probe deeply through the black, softly curling tendrils. He pressurized deep into the exotic softness of her vaginal lips until he found the stiffly pulsing bud of her aroused little clitoris. Gonnie whimpered ecstatically and, once again, flexed the muscles of her naked young buttocks to push her hotly excited pussy up to his face. Her entire lushly ripened body shuddered and swayed beneath him as his moist probing tongue made electric contact with the wet pulsating center of her being.
Connie Davis lay nakedly writhing underneath her young husband, luxuriating in the obscene sensations coursing through her belly under the ministrations of his hot working mouth. I wish he'd keep doing this to me. .v. forever and ever! Lewd fantasies of the years they would spend together began to race through her mind in kaleidoscopic lust inciting images of sex. I want to.... I want to unzip his pants while he drives.... play with him. ... and suck on his cock! I want to screw him in every way possible and when we run out of ways, why, we'll make up new ones! I want him to fuck me forever, every second and minute of our lives. A thrill ran through her at her lewd thoughts. As Scott continued now to run his wetly licking tongue over and around her hot quivering little clitoris, she reached down to his rapidly working head and gently ran her fingers through his long hair. She pressed her fingertips softly into his cheeks, savoring the moistly sucking sensations a moment longer, then gradually pulled his face up from her excitedly throbbing pussy. He's got a cock that's just out of sight.. . ! and I've got to have it!
"Scott," the young wife gasped, "Your mouth is wonderful. I want to repay you, darling. Do you want me to put my lips around your cock. .. ? I want to suck on you, too!"
Still kneeling, Scott looked up at her and panted hoarsely, "Oh God, yes! Suck my cock!"
As he pulled himself from between her naked widely-splayed legs and rolled onto his back beside his young wife, she waited expectantly. Then, she crawled up on her knees between his strongly muscled legs, just as he had knelt earlier between hers. But before she could reach forward to peel the shorts down his thighs, he pushed them down his legs and off his ankles* tossing them in a ball to the floor. The massive hardened girth of his long heavily pulsating cock sprung out from his belly in complete readiness. Connie marveled again at its length and size. God it must be at least ten inches long and two inches wide! The young husband wrapped his hand around it and lifted it towards her expectantly waiting mouth, skinning back the thick uncircumcised foreskin for her. The round, blood-engorged corona jumped out, its bulbous tip shining smooth as pink satin in the soft light. Her lips parted slowly and she pushed his hand away from the massive shaft curling her own fingers firmly around its hotly throbbing warmth. It jerked involuntarily into even greater hardness in her small hand. She stopped a moment to scrape her nails lightly and gently over its rapidly expanding length, taunting and titillating it; it lengthened and thickened to even greater dimensions and its round slitted head began emitting a clear viscous drop of male lubricant. Then she inched up closer on her knees between his parted thighs and slowly lowered her head, taking the heatedly pulsating cock into the soft warm wetness of her mouth.
"Uuuuuuuug," a low moan of pleasure escaped from between the young husband's lust-contorted lips as he watched her wetly parted lips slip tightly over his tingling cock-head. Jesus! he thought he was going to go out of his mind at the wildly exciting feeling of his long rigid cock sliding smoothly in and out of her warm sucking mouth! The beautiful wife slowly began to swirl her quivering tongue around the hotly throbbing head as though she were a kid twirling her tongue around the world's most delicious ice cream cone. Then she flattened her tongue down along the sensitively tingling underside and sucked deeply, pulling and dragging on the long stiff length like a starving baby at its mother's nipple. She was pulling at him with some strength, and the strong suction sent a whirlpool of wild delight rippling through his member.
Instinctively, his hips began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first and then with more strength, he rammed his hotly pulsing penis through the soft wet warmness of her steadily working mouth towards the opening of her throat. He half-expected the nakedly sucking girl to back away, but she didn't. Instead, her lips kept nibbling forcefully, and her cheeks hollowed and convulsed around the rhythmically thrusting length until more than half, of his hot pulsating shaft was buried in her mouth and throat.
Momentarily, she withdrew her full sensuous lips from his rapidly jerking member and sat back on her knees. Connie's hand continued to tightly encircle the hot pole of flesh, and she slid back the loose folds of his foreskin to expose again the round pink cap of the lust-inflated corona. Its slitted head exuded a clear stream of male lubricant and shone smoothly in the soft light. With a low groan of hunger, the young wife pursed her wetly ovalled lips to kiss his throbbing cock's head, then her agile little tongue flickered out to lick and dart at it teasingly.
Scott shuddered and lifted his head forward to watch as her pink tongue wetly licked down the full length of the impatiently beating organ. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had done before. As she licked on the glistening wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated down there in the hardened flesh of his penis. He had to get his hotly throbbing cock into that tight little cunt of hers... .and fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer... or he would cum in her mouth.
"Jesus, Connie.. .. that's good!" he moaned. "Stop.... before it's too late! I want to put it.... in your cunt.... and fuck you. .. . until you know you've really been fucked!"
Reaching down, he grasped her by the waist and turned her onto her back beside him, actually having to force her reluctant form from the wetly glistening rigidity of his member. Then, turning onto his side, he crushed her tight to him and ran his hands searchingly all over her warm voluptuous body, exploring the secret hollows of all of her. His heatedly pulsating cock pressed hard against her full resilient thighs for several moments, then began rubbing along the entire wet length of her hot, hair-lined vaginal slit.
While he continued to run his hands over her ripe young body, crushing her smooth white breasts in his fists and rubbing their small rapidly stiffening nipples into his chest, he thrust his heatedly pulsating penis back and forth in the smooth wet furrow of her cunt. Scott could feel her warmly throbbing pussy moving up and down the tingling underside of his cock as she undulated her pelvis up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The cords in her wide-spread thighs were like velvet-covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his warm hardness deep inside her.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered. "Your penis feels so big\ I just don't know how I can take it!"
"You do want it... as bad as I do .. . don't you?" Scott gasped through passion-contorted lips as he looked down between them at his long massive shaft sawing back and forth in the moistly lubricated furrow between her legs. "You want me ... to fuck you?"
"Oh, yes... ! God, yes!" she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her eyes clenching tightly shut and her pelvis grinding. I've just got to have that big cock.... in my cunt. ... fucking me. ... or I'll flip! Her naked little ass began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffly throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
With a groan, he pulled up from her and adjusted himself in a kneeling position between her legs, staring down at her full naked curves spread so deliciously beneath him, her sleek thighs parted obscenely. "How?" he grunted, wanting to hear the lewd words spilling from between her passion-twisted lips. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Deep, deep and hard. I want you to fuck me ... as hard as you can fuck me! I want you to stuff me full of your hard cock!" she gasped.
As the young wife waited for him in wanton anticipation, she was so aroused she was hardly aware of what she was doing. Her hands flitted unconsciously over her large, warm breasts, her fingers tantalizing the tingling nipples. Her eyes were focused hypnotically on her husband's long white cock jutting out from his hairy belly and just barely pressing against the hotly swollen lips of her cunt. It grazed teasingly against the soft black pubic hairs, causing the agitated vaginal lips underneath to throb and burn lewdly until she thought she would die from her hungry need. God, he was enormous, she thought, and underneath the lewd anticipation, a shiver of fear ran through her. God. .. ! I want it.. .. even if he rips me ... apart!
"You want me to fuck you now?" he tormented from above, pushing the hotly bulging blood-filled head a tantalizing fraction of an inch forward into her desire-moistened pussy lips. He waited.
"Y-yes, you look.... so biiiigggg! I ... can't wait! Oh, Scott. .. please give it to me ... nowl Shove your prick into my pussy ... fuck it! Fuck it hard, darling!" She was desperate and her hips wantonly writhed in invitation beneath him.
"Then I'll fuck you .. . I'll fuck your cunt... NOOOWWWWW!"
"AAAAAARGH!" she grunted as he flexed the strong muscles of his buttocks and drove his massively rigid cock with a flesh-splitting crash into the hot, wetly gaping mouth of her pussy. It entered with a sudden pop, straining the small tight ring at the portals of her vagina, then she felt the smoothly clinging walls of her narrow, sheath-like vaginal channel being pushed out in waves of flesh before his steadily plunging organ. It was thrusting... rutting and pushing deeper and deeper inside her... until it had raced up her tightly stretched little cunt to the full depths of her belly. She could feel her painfully throbbing cuntal walls gradually relaxing to surround his enormous presence with smoothly lubricating wetness. Then suddenly, he was in all the way into her, and his sperm-inflated balls slapped hard against her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Oh! OOOOoooh! Godddddd! It's so biiigggg! It feels so .. . goooooood!" she cried as he thudded into her and his pubic bone smacked into hers.
That enormous lust-hardened cock was almost, but not quite, too much for her! But she knew at the same time that she was loving every minute of it! Wanting him to plunge deeply into her again and faster, she pulled her full resilient thighs back and mashed them tightly into the round, gently swaying mounds of her breasts, squashing them against her chest and exposing her uplifted and wide-split loins to him completely. She was giving him the fullest access to her, and began to grind her hips slowly and rhythmically up at him in a shameless salacious invitation to be fucked.
Above her, Scott looked down at his nakedly writhing wife beneath him and knew that he couldn't hold back a second longer. Forcefully, he began driving his hotly throbbing hardness in and out of her tight little pussy with all the power of his strongly muscled thighs and buttocks. He pounded into her harder and harder, not pausing for a moment and pinning her deeper and deeper into the mattress . .. The lewd memory of her soft, moistly glistening lips wrapped tight around his cock moments ago, reverberated through his mind and drove him on. He recalled the lust-inciting image of his lust-hardened shaft sawing rhythmically in and out of her warm wet mouth, and the very memory caused his loins to tighten and jerk. The only thing better was fucking her. .. like I'm doing nowl He sensed his long, rigid thickness growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping cunt until it felt as though it was going to burst from the pleasure building deep in his sperm-filled testicles which were smashing obscenely into the sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks.
In spite of the pain it must have caused her, he felt her screwing her tight-cuntal sheath courageously back up his stiff pistoning shaft, lifting her naked young buttocks right off the mattress in her greedy desire to swallow all of him. She controlled her vaginal muscles at the same time, squeezing and teasing his hot ready-to-burst flesh as tightly and resiliency as any virgin. He knew instinctively that she wanted him to rip her in two ... to subdue her to the will of his cock . .. and he did his best to comply. He could cum now any time he wanted to, but he held back, knowing from the increasing frenzy of her wildly pumping hips that she was going to cum at any moment. He moved his hands to her ripely bouncing breasts and pinched and pulled at the erect little nipples in time with his long hard lunges into her warm pulsating cunt.
"Oh, God," she cried, "Ooooooooh, Goooodddd!"
Connie was moaning incoherently now beneath her husband's pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his steadily driving hips as she worked up and down his glistening wet cock in a slow sensuous rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide and her head flailed from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild uncontrolled abandon. She opened her legs and spread her hotly quivering cunt wider to batter and use as he willed, and a lewd sensation of power over her swelled through him. He was holding back the load of cum building rapidly in his hotly churning balls by a sheer effort of will, and he knew he couldn't keep pumping into her at this speed and depth much longer. Jesus .. . it's too much of a temptation . .. but not now. .. / want her to make it tool His frantically jerking cock felt like it was going to explode for miles in all directions!
Then a high soft whimper suddenly formed on the lust-contorted edges of her lips and pierced through the sounds of the loudly squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she thrust herself up his deeply embedded penis and locked herself to him with all the strength of her strong young thighs while her loins jerked and throbbed spasmodically against his belly.
She writhed and twisted squirmingly beneath him, panting out her climax as wave after wave of shudderingly convulsive release washed through her helplessly jerking body. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face contorted and strained under the unbearable explosive force. Deep guttural sounds of joy were coming from deep in her choking throat as though she no longer had control over them. Suddenly, she held her breath for a long interminable moment, then expelled it as though hit forcefully in the stomach by a solid fist. Her head fell back as her body collapsed limply into the mattress. Still, her constantly reverberating pussy continued convulsing and contracting wildly around his long tortured penis, and her supple young pelvis moved unceasingly up and down to meet his unrelenting jack-hammer lunges.
The delicious sensation of her warm wet pussy contracting so tightly around his thick pistoning cock seared through Scott's brain with the electric force of white-hot lightning. He had never felt anything like it in his life! He had never seen anything like it either, as her hips continued to roll under his with the slow sinuous movement of an Egyptian belly-dancer. Even this afternoon had not been so good.
He had to cum now or he would die!
Giving up all control, he slammed into her with brutal relentless force, hardly conscious of anything but the nerve-tingling gust of wild sensation that surged through his body from the tips of his toes to the hair roots of his scalp. He grunted into the moistness of her mouth, heard her whimpering cry, and felt the tightening of her arms around his neck. His deep soul-shattering gasp went on and on into her mouth. The final bone-crushing thrust slammed his madly jerking penis deep, deep into the still tightly pulsing moistness of her cunt and... the dam burst! He exploded inside her, shooting his, hot, liquid sperm deep down into the depths of her openly receptive womb. He pushed his hotly squirting cock as far into her as he could, grunted his last, and toppled over her in complete fulfillment....
Slowly, his cock deflated in her wetly overflowing pussy, but he left it there for several more moments, luxuriating in the delicious final throbs and spasms until the last drops of viscous white semen were pumped through him. He lifted his head to kiss her full on the lips. Then, with a groan, he pulled himself off her and fell onto his back. He studied her naked satiated form a moment. She lay back and smiled at him with heavy half-closed eyes, relaxing as the euphoria of her own orgasm overcame her.
Jesus, what a body! What a wife he thought, once again. He lay there a moment, regarding her, and wiped off his still partially-erect penis. He thought of the years with satisfaction, then, crawled into the bed, pulling the sheet over both of them....
She snuggled up against him, tracing the line of his chest with her fingers. As she drew them slowly over his rippling muscles, he could feel his skin starting to tingle and his cock growing harder and harder. She scratched him lightly with her long fingernails and drew them slowly down towards his already hardened penis.
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she murmured as she stroked his cock with her nails, "Wonderful, it's absolutely wonderful...."
He began to fondle her large, naked breasts, tweaking the nipples into hardened little erections of erotic stimulation.
"I'm beginning to wonder how on earth I ever thought you were a frigid little cunt ..." her husband murmured tenderly.
"Well, don't wonder, honey," she cooed, "why don't we just see how much this frigid little cunt has thawed? I mean, we have the whole night ahead of us ..." She spread her legs provocatively across his thighs. He could feel the soft dark hair from her pubic mound rub lightly against the sensitive skin of his thighs and he let out a long sigh of pleasure.
Connie cupped her husband's large testicles in her hands and began to massage the sensitive sacs skillfully until her young husband thought he would burst from the unbearable pressure of his mounting desire.
"Mmmmmmmm ..." He groaned again, and a wild flame of excitement ran through the young wife. She was giving him pleasure, wildly exciting her husband with the small manipulations of her eager hands!
"I want you to fuck me, Scott. I want to be fucked again, out of my mind .. ."she whispered lewdly into her husband's ear. , The skin behind his ear prickled with excitement now, and he moved his hips forward until the smooth red bulging head of his cock was only inches away from his wife's juicily awaiting pussy. He wanted to fuck her, God, how he wanted to fuck her! He wanted to shove his throbbing cock deep into the depths of her hungry cunt... He wanted to ram every inch of his penis into her vagina and screw her for all the time they had lost, of all the times she had lain unresponsive to his love-making!
Suddenly she felt herself being turned over and a shiver of excitement convulsed her naked body as she felt his hands take hold of her soft buttocks and force them slowly apart.
"Ooooohhh, yes ... in the ass, Scott... I want you to take me in the ass.. . !" She rolled from his searching hands and lay on her stomach with her naked buttocks displayed lewdly in the air in front of him, an offering of her love for him.
Her husband knelt behind her, pushing her soft thighs apart, his hungry eyes feasting on the sensuous delight of her thin, dark hair-fringed pussy. He took his throbbing cock in his hand and guided it between the eagerly awaiting folds of her moist vagina.
Connie moaned as she felt the fluffy curls of her pubic hair being lewdly parted by the rock-hard tip of her husband's cock. The thick bulbous head moved up and down her unresisting vaginal slit. The contact of his rubbery hardness against the soft inner flesh of her pussy made her writhe with delight, sending tingling flashes of desire over her naked flesh.
The young husband felt the long arm of desire reach out to him as he watched the writhing body of his beautiful and desirable wife before him. He rested his hardened cock against the entrance to his wife's waiting pussy... .
Then Scott took hold of her once more, and with a playful swoop he lifted her up and turned her over on her back on the bed. He grinned down at her as her eyes roamed over his naked body, and he felt mesmerized as her glance fell on his hugely erect penis. A glow of passion sped through her tingling body, and she smiled up into his eyes. They began to play like two young cubs, giggling and laughing as they tumbled about on the bed, legs and arms askew, thrashing wildly in a love game they both knew would end in more serious activities... they had the whole night ahead of them____
They enjoyed fondling each other's genitals. Connie's hands slid over the heavy dangling sac of his testicles just before clasping the thick head of his cock in a hard, teasing grip. Meanwhile, Scott's mouth bent to her jiggling breasts, foraging about among them, his head moving swiftly back and forth, tongue lashing along the expanded surfaces, lips nipping playfully at the already stiff and pointed nipples. Playfully they wiggled their way in and out of each other's arms, until quite suddenly they found themselves in a position from which they were unable to turn their attention.
Connie's legs wrapped themselves around Scott's neck, forcing his mouth into the succulent morsel of her dripping pubic triangle. Their frolicking took another turn as Connie's mouth slipped over the thick rubbery head of her husband's cock and she swilled her mouth down onto the hot length, feeling its burning tip bore a hole into her eager throat. She was trembling with anticipation now, from the feel of her husband's tongue which had begun to lash against her pussy with long, wide strokes, flatly running its rough surface over the soft surfaces, parting the softly matted pubic hair as it went. They turned as a solid mass, locked obscenely together in a sixty-nine position until they came to a shuddering halt. Scott lay on his back with Connie's milk-white body gyrating above his. Her legs straddled either side of his head and her wide-spread crack between her magnificent thighs was smashed against her husband's rapidly moving mouth and tongue. She squealed with delight as the burning sensation between her thighs and the driving cock in her mouth conspired to drive her mad.
Scott's thighs pumped obscenly against her face, as he pushed his loins up toward her swiftly bobbing head. The blunt head of his prick would enter a little, then half-way, and then she'd let it go all the way back in her throat, almost gagging with the tremendous size of it. Her eyes bulged and her heart pounded against her chest as the taut, fleshy staff buried itself in her oral cavity. They were both breathing hard, and the noise mingled with the wet sounds of their lust.
Scott gripped Connie's gyrating hips firmly and from time to time moved them so that he could reach the furthest cranny of her cunt. His tongue pushed into the moistness of her vagina, jutting hard and fast like a tiny penis, and he could feel the effect his licking was having on her through the delicate seismograph of his cock. Their twitching bodies were consumed with lust, but each held back so that their tormented joy would last longer.
When he opened his eyes, Scott could see the trembling surfaces of his wife's pale buttocks gleaming above him. Removing one hand from his steady massage of her long berry-like nipples, he reached up and spread the full globes still further apart, inserting his finger in the tiny hole of her anus. He pushed it in up to the second joint, hearing his wife's small cries come to him from the far distance of his swollen penis.