Vivian Peterson poured out a double shot of vodka into some glasses then unprofessionally added Tabasco before symbolically splashing in the tomato juice. Vivian kept a frown on her pretty face as she carried the drinks over to the couch her husband was lying on. "Here you go, big boy! This should get more than your tickler going!"
Harry took the offered drink with one hand, and with the other he parted her housecoat further, exposing her naked loins to his gaze, Tantalizingly, he pushed his hand in between her firm inner thighs, and she immediately dropped to her knees beside the couch.
"Oouuuu, stop that, you bastard! That feels gooodddd!"
"Best pussy on the whole damn coast," Harry said, his fingers brushing against the dark silken tips of her pubic hair. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand next to her already aroused vagina while she let the front of her housecoat fall completely open, her lushly ripened breasts pointing out full and pink. The bud-like nipples were erect, drawn up with excitement, and she wanted him entirely aware of her aroused state. "Well, this is the best pussy on the coast-needs taking care of, too! You didn't have to get into that little bitch .. . You know she didn't have a husband or a boyfriend for me!" Vivian was making light of it, but she was serious, too. It had made her mad to be left without action of her own. When they were back home and Harry latched onto something outside of their swap club, she didn't really care as there were plenty of her own friends around. But when they took a vacation on the river, it was a different deal altogether.
"Didn't know she was single, baby!" he honestly protested.
"I could tell by the way she was flashing the goods at you! You must be slipping," she replied, her thoughts becoming fuzzy from his fingers working into her warmly moistened cunt. She took a sip of her drink to maintain her act of coolness, but it seemed to only increase the maddening sensations in her tingling loins.
He took a large gulp of his drink then set it down so he could use both hands to slowly push The front of his robe apart, exposing his long thick penis to his wife. "Slipping? Ha! It still works perfectly well!" he gloated, knowing that was not what she had been referring to.
"So you got the little bitch by simply showing your cock to her?" Vivian said, her hand reaching out and gripping his fleshy column of growing hardness. "Did she grab it like this?"
"No, with her mouth!" he answered, a teasing sneer forming on his face. He was perfectly well aware of the game Vivian wanted to play, and he was going to get something out of it, too.
She smiled her response, sensually running her tongue over her smooth red-rimmed lips. But he was going to have to make promises first. "You won't see her again?" she asked coyly.
He looked at his wife, then smiled again. After gulping down the rest of his drink, he pushed his fingers into the velvety flesh of her dampened hair-lined pussy, his digits seeking and fingering her tiny, already erect clitoris. It was palpitatingly hard, and he pinched the sensitive nerve end with his thumb and forefinger.
"Ooooouuuuu!"
"We can take off today! It means we'll arrive at the meeting place early, but if it'll make you happy, okay." Harry shrugged. Then he rolled her enticingly wet clitoral bud between his fingers again to emphasize his intent. She groaned once more, running her tongue wildly over her lush, sensuous lips as an indication of her understanding his demands. He would give in a little if she would give some too.
"The club members will be there in just a couple of days. It would be nice to arrive early .. ." she defensively replied. It was the same out of the way lake campsite their swap club used every year for their "fun week," and she had always wanted to spend some short time there without the other members' being around. It was a hard to find place off the usual lanes of campers, and the beach area was so well sheltered and private, it seemed special to her. Getting there ahead of the others sounded fine with her, and the little brunette bitch on the beach would be high and dry too!
"Say for sure we. can go now ... I mean . . . after I have a little fun ..." she said in her low sexy voice. She moved her face close to his visibly throbbing cock and shaping her mouth into an "O," she breathed hot air over the swollen rubbery tip. The hard fleshy column of male flesh jerked in her hand. "I'll bet the little bitch couldn't suck your big cock like I can!"
"Oooohh, I don't know," he teased, feeling his blood rushing through his excitedly pulsing penis. Nobody could suck cock like Vivian, but he liked to get her angry so she would show off her skills. "She did a pretty good job last night!"
It was an obvious challenge, one which the voluptuous blonde could not ignore. Grinning, she flicked her moistened tongue out at his plum-colored cock-head, lashing the sensitive underside again and again until his lust-thickened penis jerked like a tethered wild animal seeking freedom.
Tucked just inside the dilated slit at the very tip was a tiny drop of seminal fluid, and she dabbed at it with her tongue-point, tasting the pungent liquid to increase her own arousal. It was working on her husband as he pinched her tiny inflamed clitoris hard, making her whole belly burn with a mounting licentious excitement. By God! She was going to show him what a real woman could do. and Vivian was-going to make him admit she was the best. Without stopping the continual licking with her wetly teasing tongue over and around the hot fleshy thickness of his cock, Vivian slipped off her house dress, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Then she spread her legs out wider. giving his finger greater access to her desire-incited vagina as she hunched her totally naked body along his, her face hovering only tantalizing inches away from his huge rigid penis.
Damn, Harry thought as he tensed from the lust-inspiring sensations of her hot lashing tongue. He stared at her naked body, kneeling with smoothly rounded ivory thighs wide apart beside him, and he felt there was just no one else like her.
For the thousandth time in their six years of marriage, his eyes feasted on-the sensually exciting details of her well-curved body. After all that time, he still marveled at the rounded firmness of her proudly upthrust breasts, holding their magnificent shape in spite of their full size. Closely set, only the narrowest of fleshy valleys ran between their smooth, white resilience. He knew her large sensuous mounds had to be part of the reason she was so successful as a nude model before he saw and married her. It pleased him to now that she hadn't changed at all in the half-dozen years of their marriage, and at any time, she could go back to work for photographers, even though she was thirty-three.
A nude picture had attracted him to her the first time he met her, and he was particularly pleased to later discover that the pictures never really did her magnificent naked body justice. He had thought at times that was why he'd married her so quickly after getting her in the sack, but as things turned out, they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way. If he wasn't such a lecherous old bastard, she would certainly be enough for him, But then too, it was nice to discover that she liked the idea of occasional outside activities, and with the swap club, it kept those things on a purely physical basis.
Their neighborhood swap club was the ideal setup for both of them, and he really had believed the hot little pussy he'd fucked the previous night had a husband for Vivian to play with. He didn't want his outside actions to destroy the agreement they had together, and he was glad that his wife wasn't really too mad about his mistake. Hell, they were only just starting their vacation by the sea, and she would have plenty of entertainment, too, as soon as they met up with the other club members.
He moved his eyes lower to where his exploring fingers played in the moistly heated flesh at the top of her delicately rounded thighs. Between her eagerly spread legs he could see through the soft blonde pubic hairs covering her loins, and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice glistened wetly in the dim light coming through the curtained windows. No, she wasn't really angry with him over the girl, and in fact she was definitely intent on proving right now that she was the best. He was more than ready for her.
"Are you just going to lick it? ... Or are you going to suck it?" he groaned impatiently, sliding his outstretched middle finger at the same time toward the dampened, eagerly nibbling mouth of her vagina.
The nakedly kneeling blonde rolled her tongue once more around her wetly parted lips; then she grinned up at him, a satisfied expression on her pretty face. "Do we leave for the meeting place today?" she asked breathlessly as she felt his skilled fingers working into her hungrily throbbing cunt.
"Yes, damnit! Al! right!" he groaned as if conquered by her desires. It was part of the game, but he really was impatient to have her warm sucking mouth around his painfully aching cock. Mewing with pleasure as he dipped two fingers further into her right wetly clasping vaginal passage, she winked with satisfaction then turned her attention back to his thick length of rigid male flesh. The warm, smooth flesh of her pussy seemed to pull at his fingers as he drove them deep into her liquid heat, and he looked down at her face for a sign of her pleasured response.
She formed her full red mouth into an "O" shape while her fingers played sensationally up and down the hard pulsing length of his excited penis. Then, slowly, she lowered her face toward his hardened cock-shaft. With a groan-real, this time-he thrust his hair-covered loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her soft open lips closed around the throbbing, sensitive head in a hot liquid pressure of delight. Her tongue moved like summer lightning around the purple glans as her teeth gently nibbled at his hardened thickness.
"Ooommm, yes! Suck it like that, baby!" he moaned as he reached down with his free hand to tangle his fingers tightly in her long blonde hair. He intended to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head as she slowly took more and more of his rigidly pulsating cock into her soft warm mouth. The swirling heat and wetness of her saliva engulfed his sensitive cock-head and he arched his hips up violently, driving his stiff throbbing cock to the back of her throat. He lifted his head up from the couch to get an even clearer view of her sensually contorted face, and he felt even more excited as he watched his wetly glistening thickness sliding in and out of her receptively sucking mouth. It always amazed him that she could take so much of him inside as he thought sure he had to be pushing into her tonsils. She mewled around his hot plunging hardness while she increased the twirling of her tiny, wetly teasing tongue over the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated knob. Again and again she nipped at it with her teeth as her moistly ovaled lips drew on his flashy male rod, sucking ever harder and harder.
His working fingers in her hotly clasping cunt began to move in and out, beginning a rhythm that his hand on her head demanded of her oral fucking. The subserviently kneeling young wife gave in to his insistent force, eagerly bobbing her head, sliding her rounded lips up and down his long hardened penis, sucking on his throbbing cock-shaft with wanton frenzy.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it," he hissed, shoving his lust-trembling loins up violently into her lewdly contorted face. Her mouth was like hot melted butter, and he stared down at her licentiously bobbing head as his cock rhythmically sawed in and out of her softly ovaled lips. The very sight of it caused his fire-filled, aching loins to tense and jerk up into her face until it looked as though the full length of his thick straining penis was sinking all the way down into her throat. The whole hardened length disappeared with each upward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and saliva-glistening, protruding from between her lushly clasping lips. Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely then drew in again as her fervid little tongue licked with moist, nerve-tingling urgency on the out stroke, making the head throb and jerk as though it was the very center of his sensation-filled body.
He watched with sadistic fascination as the inner coral flesh of her slaving lips pulled out exotically clinging to the rigid flesh of his cock while she hungrily sucked, her mind caught up in the salacious task with all of her lustful concentration. Her nakedly swaying breasts danced and quivered below her pumping torso, the hardened pink nipples at the tips occasionally brushing against the edge of the couch. Mercilessly now, he pushed his fingers deep up inside her wetly seething vaginal passage, its tight liquid walls seemingly trying to ingest the invaders, adding to the lush-inciting picture his eyes beheld.
"Ooohh, yeah! Suck it baby," he groaned, his head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. He dropped it back on the couch as he pumped his hips up harder into her hungrily sucking mouth
Abruptly his mind was drifting, and for a moment he thought about the hot little red-head bitch he'd fucked the night before. He'd made her suck his cock, an act the girl had not been experienced with, and it had given him great pleasure to jam his big thick cock deep into the girl's gagging throat, then pump her mouth full of his steaming hot cum She had become wild, a bitch animal in heat in spite of her protests against the unnatural oral fucking, and she had begged him to suck her vagina until she was dry of all her insane arousal. But she had been nothing like his beautiful golden-haired wife. Vivian could suck cock like no other woman he'd ever known, and he again raised his head up to watch her frenzied motions over his boiling hot loins.
- "Come on, baby! Suck harder! Come on," he grunted as his wife labored below, her curvaceous body quivering sensuously with the growing intensity of her own passion. With the little bit of sadism that every passionate woman has, she bit down hard with her sharp teeth, leaving white streaks up the length of his solid cock where the blood had been forced away from the surface as she raised her head, and then she plunged down again, taking nearly the whole of his long throbbing penis into her throat.
He was nearly ready to burst with the roiling pressure of his cum, and his churning balls felt like lead weights hung between his tensed thighs, throbbing with the need for release. He jammed his fingers harder and harder into her hotly quivering little cunt, signaling her that he was near completion, and the naked blonde responded with her tongue, teeth and lips all working to make him cum. And, incredibly, she was there before him, her loins pumping wildly against his hand.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned suddenly around the hotly throbbing cock sliding in and out of her throat, and then Harry knew what was happening as he felt the hot liquid of her rapturous release gushing around his fingers in her clasping young vagina. Shit! She was cumming! He shoved his loins harder up into her face, hearing her mumble of lust-filled joy as he arched his hips up in preparation for the final, sensational trip of his sperm up the length of his long, thickly, pulsating cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured on the rack.
His huge, swollen cock began jerking wildly as his pent-up cum roared out of his balls, up the tube on the underside to the tip of his pulsing cock-head, racing stream-like to suddenly spurt deep into her receptive throat. Vivian's greedily sucking mouth was flooded with gush after gush of his heated sperm. Her cheeks bloated outward with each explosive spurt as she swallowed ravenously, frantically, to keep up with the seemingly never-ending supply of cum.
"Uuuuggghhh! Suck it, baby! Ooouu, yeah! Don't stop! Keep sucking... yyeeaahhh!" he gasped as he thrust his hips upward, convulsively ramming his thick spewing cock further and further down her throat. The subserviently kneeling blonde continued sue king-taking all he could offer-sucking to bring him pleasure.
Falling back heavily onto the couch, Harry groaned loudly while he emptied the last of his sperm between her voraciously sucking lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the spurting glans. After a few moments his satiated penis began deflating in her mouth, and he pulled his fingers from her still hotly contracting cunt, his arm tired from his ordeal. The golden-haired naked wife stayed kneeling beside the couch with her head on his thigh, still sucking lightly at the limp, useless penis in front of her. Finally, she sighed, straightened up and smiled at him with lust-smoked eyes.
"Think you're up to driving the motor-home now?" Vivian said, sarcastically, as she knew it would be several minutes before he'd have the strength to want to do anything. Her husband only grunted a reply to her joke, and she moved up on the couch beside him, kissing him wetly on the mouth. "Your activities last night seem to have slowed you down!" she added, to get him riled.
"You're gonna get yours in a minute, baby!" he barked back at her, but she was right. They had been in the motor-home for a week, and he hadn't gotten a full night's rest yet. That was the way his so-called vacation went every year, and since they had become active members of the swap club four years earlier, the trips on the river had only extended the time he spent away from his business. It was the way he liked it, and he felt young and active for a man of forty.
"I'll put in for equal time," Vivian said, standing up, "But first I'm going to freshen up our drinks!"
Harry stared at her voluptuously naked body as she walked bouncingly to the bar with, their glasses, and when she turned around, she saw that he was watching her. She changed her expression to a coquettish grin. "Do I match up favorably with the girl on the beach?" she asked.
"You make her look like a rank amateur," he answered quickly, honestly. .
Vivian wasn't going to bite that easily. "I suppose she was thrilled at being laid by a rich executive?" she said, the sarcasm in her voice apparent.
"Now honey .. . you know I'm nothing but a simple working man!" he replied, and he waved his arms in the air to gesture his innocence.
"Ha! Some working man! Your little business deals are only the largest in the company .. . such modesty doesn't fit you, Mr. Peterson," she said, and laughed as she carried the fresh drinks over to the couch. Vivian felt quite fortunate to have a husband like Harry, and she didn't kid herself about it. He had built up a company that made him one of the wealthiest men in the state, and it was just that success at his young age that gave him the leisure time they both enjoyed. When he had decided to spend extra time in the motor-home that year, there was nothing to prevent him from doing just that. Most of the swap-club members rented the campers or motor-homes for their "fun week", but Harry had wanted a special one, so he had it custom-built.
It was the way he did everything he liked, with a flamboyance and flare that made most people envy him. It was just that part of his character which made his sexual appetite demanding and crude at times, but she didn't mind that a bit. In fact she was almost as bad as he when it came down to it, and their arrangement was for her ideal.
She had her little outside affairs, as he did his, but they both had an unwritten agreement not to hide anything from the other. With the swap-club, it was easy to keep their affairs purely physical, so they had both decided they should become active members. Harry had taken to the idea right away, but she had been a little hesitant at first, at least until she discovered how many people in their community were doing it. Then it had become sheer pleasure for her, as she knew that the men were extremely excited by her physical beauty. Harry's wealth and her good looks had erased the social stigma of her past work as a nude model, and in fact had even elevated her to semi-official leader status among other women. What she did become the fashion with the others, and that was precisely the way Vivian liked it. For her, it made her relationship with Harry absolutely perfect.
"Okay, lover-boy . . ." she said, handing her reclining husband the fresh drink. "This should get your tired blood moving again!" She sat nakedly down on the couch next Jo him, sipping from her own drink as Harry slipped his hand underneath the cheeks of her enticing rounded buttocks. "'Don't forget your promise! We take-off for the meeting place today!" she added defensively as she felt the eager throbbing up between her thighs again.
"After some more fun and games ... I owe you, remember?" he replied, and he wormed his outstretched middle finger against the tiny orifice of her tight little anus as emphasis to his statement. "If we start this afternoon, we can make the spot by tomorrow morning. We've got plenty of time yet..."
"Oh, yes! That fabulous restaurant near the ocean is about half the distance, isn't it? I suppose you're planning to park up there for the night?" she asked, and he shook his head in reply. He was busy working his fingers up between her full, naked thighs. "Mmmmmmm .. . You know what I like, you insatiable old bastard." She was quite ready to enjoy his advances before they left, and one thought only crossed her mind before she was lost to the rekindled sensations in her belly. "Just remember . . . Tonight no strange stuff, even if the restaurant is full of pretty young girls!"
"Mmmmmmmmm .. ." he replied. "Course you never know when we might run into a nice young couple that could be persuaded to join the club!"
They both laughed lewdly, neither of them knowing that 300 miles up the road-heading in their direction was a "nice young couple" aboard another motor-home . . . two innocents, completely unaware that their peaceful, secure lives were about to change forever!
Pauline Stanton closed her eyes and dropped her arm to her side as she again thought about the vacation. At that moment she was unsure if it was going to be worth the sacrifices she and Mark had made to save up the money for such a trip. It had been her husband's idea from the beginning. He had called it a chance to get away from it all, a cliche statement if there ever was one, and it had taken some doing to get her to go along with him. She couldn't remember how many times he talked about the comfort a motor-home would provide, without any of the so-called conveniences of a telephone and television. He had said it would be the ideal way for them to communicate again, because they would have no distractions that routinely interfered with their everyday life. Pauline wasn't so sure that such circumstances would solve the problems in their marriage, but she had eventually given in to his logic in spite of her reservations.
Three weeks in a motor-home, left to entertain themselves, seemed patently absurd to her, and in the back of her mind, she knew what Mark was really trying to do. He had made several attempts to get her to "loosen up", and the trip had to be just another one of those plans. Shading her eyes again, Pauline glanced around the motor-home, wondering if her husband could check on her from where he was sitting in the motor-home. She decided that he couldn't, so, arching her buttocks up from the deck, she pushed the lower half of her swim suit down a couple of inches, exposing more of her satiny white skin to the sun. The material bunched around her hips, but it still covered her private-most parts from chance onlookers.
She was proud of her sensually alluring body, although she didn't like it seen completely by anyone other than herself. She felt it was necessary for a proper woman to remain modest around others, but in the privacy of the roof-deck in a virtually deserted area, she took advantage of the moment to work on a tan. She made herself comfortable again, spreading her long, lithe legs slightly apart, her feet resting on the deck just beyond the edge of the big towel. The swim-suit she was wearing was not a bikini, but it was the next thing to it for the amount of her flesh it covered. The flesh-tinted material almost matched the color of her skin perfectly, and from a short distance she would have looked naked, stretched out on the top of the small motor-home, languishing and lovely in the brilliant sun. Pauline Stanton was twenty-four years old, and she was classically beautiful in appearance.
Her face looked uncluttered, the oval shape a perfect frame for her large, blue eyes and full pouting lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in magically with the long raven black strands of her hair. The long hair suited her, as her neck was narrow and long, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were broad enough for the proportion of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off her chest like two ripe overgrown peaches, the deep valley between them dark and inviting now that she was almost naked. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and required no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud, and perfect. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest fuzziness below her navel which pointed like an arrow to the curving mound up between her inner thighs. She looked sensual, yet innocent. And only her husband knew that her sexuality went only skin deep.
Chapter Two
Pauline had been a virgin when she first met Mark, and throughout his courtship she had remained as such. It was a condition she believed imperative to marriage, and from the time she had first understood what sex was all about, she had worked diligently to keep it out of her mind. Through her teens and into her twenties she had often had feelings, urges that she knew she had to ignore if she was to stay the chaste person her parents had taught her to be.
At first it had been difficult, but as time went on, she found it much easier to put the thoughts of sex out of her mind, and it had even earned her a reputation as an untouchable girl. Yet, as she matured, the reputation seemed impossibly unrealistic for she looked like a goddess of love, made and ready for sex. Her strong will helped to prevent her from becoming the wantonly affectionate creature she appeared to be, and it also helped to make her first year of marriage to Mark extremely difficult. Her young husband had been too understanding during the few months they went together before marriage, and he had been extremely frustrated by the time the wedding took place.
Pauline had worked in an engineer's office as a secretary, and it was there that she met Mark Stanton for the first time. He had joined the firm, a young but talented engineer in search of the means to strike out on his own. The bulk of his work for the firm was routine, and that frustrated him constantly. It was perhaps his position that had brought Pauline close to him, as she knew of his talent and felt sorry that it was not being used. They had started having lunch together, and gradually their dating became more and more serious. They had been dating evenings only two months when he proposed to her, and Pauline had readily accepted.
During that brief time, she had been able to impress upon him that she was innocent, and he had not tried to get her beyond heavy petting as a result. On their wedding night, Mark was more than ready to finally have the beautiful girl he'd married, and Pauline had fantasized some sort of miracle union which never took place.
She had left her job with the firm a week before the wedding, and she'd had the opportunity to do nothing but think about her future as a housewife. She was so nervous about pleasing Mark, that she wanted to believe everything would be ideal simply by wishing it so.
The first year of their marriage hadn't turned out that way at all, and the camping vacation was actually intended to be the catalyst for improved relations between them. They both were fully aware that the basis of their problems stemmed from the very first night they spent together as man and wife. There had been no money for a honeymoon, nor for a traditional wedding. They obtained the necessary license and papers, and three days later went to a justice of the peace for the ceremony. Since they felt they couldn't invite any of their friends without inviting them all, they ended up with two strangers as witnesses, so after the brief ceremony, they went out to dinner together then returned to Mark's small apartment that was to be their home.
After toasting each other with a glass of champagne, Pauline asked Mark to wait in the bathroom while she prepared herself for him. She had bought a new negligee, both to enhance her appearance and to cover her body, and after undressing and putting it on, she got into the double bed before calling for her new husband to come out of the bathroom. He came out stark naked, his long, thick penis already half-hard in anticipation, and the sight so rattled her that she was tensed beyond relief the rest of the evening. In the darkness, he had been gentle and understanding of her condition of virginity, kissing and fondling her fearfully trembling young body to arouse her for his first entry. Yet, when he moved between her outspread legs, she was only prepared to feel pain from the ordeal. She never cried out, as she was determined to please him, but the only emotion she had was that of fear and humiliation. Her memory of his first penetration was that it took forever, her body being painfully stretched apart slowly, until she was convinced she would split in half, and then the rest of it seeming to take only seconds until he was finished with her. It had been quick, as he'd been waiting for that moment for too long, and the net result was an excited and explosive climax that came upon him almost instantly. When it had been over, Mark felt he should start again for her, but she had lied, telling him that she enjoyed it fully. He knew she was lying when later, and from then on, Pauline never responded to anything he tried, and for that matter refused to try anything except the standard "missionary" position, no matter what he said.
Their first year of marriage had turned into a continuing argument about what was acceptable in sexual relations, and although he didn't want to believe it, Mark finally concluded that his wife was frigid. Pauline simply believed that some women responded one way to sex, and others responded differently.
She was sure that her attitude was perfectly normal, and she was always ready for her husband to have sex with her, as long as it was done in the prescribed and proper manner.
The fact that her mental attitude was incongruous with her physical appearance was all that had kept the marriage together. And, although she wasn't aware of it, Mark had planned this motor-home trip as a last attempt to get through to her. He had made up his mind that if he couldn't get her to respond the way he expected, he would dissolve the marriage and be finished with it.
For Pauline their marital problems were simple. She felt her husband demanded abnormal practices, things he had hinted about through the past year, in their lovemaking, and she was not willing to have any part of it. He was getting satisfaction as far as she was concerned, and her feelings, she felt] should be left out of it. She couldn't see that it made any difference how she acted when he was seducing her, even though there were times that she felt she was missing something. From what she had been taught, she was doing it right by not enjoying sex, herself, and the times when she did feel pleasure made her nervous and irritable, as she didn't want to accept such immoral enjoyment.
Her mother had told her that sex was for man's pleasure, not a woman's, and Pauline knew of no reason why not to believe what her mother said. "You please a man by giving in to him, and you keep him by not giving in too much.' They were words that Pauline had lived by, and she had no idea that such an attitude was on the verge of destroying her marriage.
Sitting up suddenly, Pauline realized that she had been dozing, and the sun was low in the sky. It had to be getting late.
Picking up her towel, the long-legged brunette bride walked across the roof-deck toward the ladder, and she almost descended it without remembering that her swim-suit bottom was bunched around her hips. Pulling the elastic top. up, she then turned to climb down the ladder and join her husband.
To Pauline, the motor-home was nothing more than a house-trailer on wheels, and his one they had rented for the vacation was relatively small. The "living room" was small but nicely decorated making it look as though there was more room than there was. There was a small narrow hallway along the sides of the motor-home and at the rear there was a small room and a bathroom.
When Pauline rounded the motor-home to the door, she saw that the door was open, and her husband was standing just inside, staring out at the ocean.
"Hi!.I was beginning to think you fell off the roof," he said as his wife walked inside the living area. He was a full head taller than Pauline, and standing next to her looked much bigger than he actually was. Unlike Pauline, his hair was light and wavy, and its contrast with his light blue eyes made his features sharply stand out. It was that which made him attractive on sight to women, but his strong and muscular build considerably helped. Pauline always figured that she had fallen in love with him the first time he looked her in the eyes, and it was true that his eyes transmitted a sympathetic part of his character. His looks made her feel very secure, as if his eyes told her that he was very understanding, and what she saw in them was correct. But, like most men, his patience was easily worn thin.
"I fell asleep .. ." she answered, smiling at her quip. "I must look like a lobster," she added feeling hex slightly reddened skin. She wasn't really concerned about sunburn, as her skin always tended to tan quickly, but the initial exposure seemed to make it tingle nonetheless, Mark looked back out toward the river, his eyes narrowed as if searching for something, and Pauline remembered the questions in her mind. "Where are we?"
"Well, I'm not a navigator, but if my guess is correct we are a few miles north of Davis Beach and that over there on the right is the Harrison National Park." He pointed toward a wooded area that seemed to stretch for miles up the river. "I've been looking on the map for a place to camp for the night, but I haven't seen anything interesting, yet!"
Setting her towel down on a chair, Pauline walked up to stand beside her husband. "You want to stop for the night at a wildlife refuge? I hope that doesn't mean we'll have lions and tigers running over the place in the morning!" she said, half-seriously.
Mark smiled at his wife, then turned his attention back to the map. "I'd like to find a place out of the main route ... It would be safer," he said adding emphasis on his last word. "Some cul-de-sac would be nice . .. But I haven't seen one yet!"
Pauline moved forward, looking down at the map, and she raised her arm up quickly, pointing at a narrow inlet. "There!" she excitedly yelled, her moving arm nearly hitting Mark across the chest.
"Huh? Where?" He looked in the direction his wife was pointing, but he couldn't see what she was referring to with her hand.
". . . There. . . !" she said, feeling elated at having seen such an isolated bay that ordinarily would have been easily missed. "O.K., let's get a move on and see if we can find it."
It didn't take them long to pack up and take off, and in another hour, they were at the inlet.
"Got it! Wow! I wouldn't have spotted it in a million years," he remarked, a tone of astonishment in his voice. Studying the narrow dusty road carefully as he steered the motor-home onto it, he realized that the stand of trees on the right were growing on a peninsula-like stretch of land, and beyond the inlet, he was sure there had to be a nice little beach and clearing.
"Can we make it?" Pauline asked, excitedly. She could feel the tension her husband was radiating, and she began to doubt what she saw was real.
"Think so .. ." he answered, steering carefully to avoid the pot-holes and overgrown shrubbery.
"Nice going, driver! No body could have done better," his dark-haired wife exclaimed breathing a sigh of relief. She had remained absolutely still as Mark made the difficult maneuver, but once the motor-home had made it down the road, there was a clearing where they parked. She walked outside to the beach. Once past the road, the clearing was fc wide and clear and the beach was lovely.
"Is the beach very good?" Mark called from inside.
"Oh, Mark! It's so beautiful!" Pauline exclaimed again, her voice filled with excitement. The strip of land to her right was covered with trees, but where the water widened out, the trees grew further back, leaving a sandy, dune-like beach. There were tall reeds growing in patches all over the light sand, but there were also several open places where the sand seemed to disappear back in the trees. She guessed that the trees to their right were actually lining the coast, and it amazed her to think that they had driven past those trees a short time earlier without ever realizing that beautiful spot was just beyond.
The finger of land couldn't be more than fifty yards wide, yet the trees were so thick along the road, she couldn't see through them.
"It's like a private beach darling!", she said joining her husband by the controls.
"Sure is ... You did a fine job of spotting that inlet, honey." He was pleased, both because the area was nice, and also because it was so very private. It was an ideal setting in which to cam out his plans, and he headed the motor-home for the farthest point. He pointed the front end of the motor-home toward the beach area and the setting sun, beginning to feel anxious about their first evening in the motor-home together.
"All's under control..." he remarked, and he grunted as he grabbed the branch, then tied an awning to the branch. "I'm going to tie this up here ... How do you like it?"
"I was just thinking how nice it would be to go swimming. Too bad it's getting so dark already."
"Well, there ought to be a full moon out tonight. .. Skinny dipping in the moonlight! How about that?"
Pauline turned and walked inside the motor-home, pretending that she hadn't heard what he'd said. In the excitement of finding the private lagoon she had forgotten about the disturbing aspects of the trip.
While Mark was busy with making the camp secure, she walked past the living and kitchen areas to the bedroom to put on something that covered more of her body than the swim-suit. She was determined to be careful in avoiding any sex related conversation with Mark. She felt sure that he had something in mind she wasn't going to like.
The light from the full moon made the surroundings seem almost mystical and enchanting, as if they were separated.from the rest of the world by a magic veil of black lace. The moon reflected in the water, shimmering and dancing as it led to the white colored sands of the dune-like beach. The air was still and sweet smelling, as if captured in the surrounding trees of black grill-work. The feel of the place was so pleasant, Pauline felt more relaxed than ever before in her life.
Mark had set up the table and chairs so they could eat dinner, and the meal had tasted superb, even though the bulk of it came out of cans. The very peacefulness of the atmosphere had left them with little to say while they ate, and after the main course was over they sat quietly for a long period of time. Then, Pauline remembered the dessert of fruit she'd prepared.
"Where are you going, honey?" Mark asked as she stood up from the table.
"I'd almost forgotten about the fruit salad . .." She hesitated, .expecting him to indicate if he wanted it or not.
"Sit down .. . m get it... It's too special a night to just eat it alone."
She didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but she was glad for the opportunity to sit and watch the moonlight playing on the water. It was almost hypnotic in its effect, and she was too related to protest. "If you insist," she replied, returning to her chair.
Mark went to the kitchen, his thoughts going over his plan again. He felt sure he had prepared an answer for any question Pauline might put to him, and he was sure, that she would be suspicious. The two bowls of fruit were in the tightly packed refrigerator, and he took them out before reaching into the back of the lowest shelf for the paper-bag covered bottle. He removed the bottle, pleased that the champagne was well chilled, and ready to be served. Moving quickly to avoid arousing suspicion, be closed the refrigerator and opened the cabinet next to it.
First he took out two glasses, then reaching up to the highest shelf, he pulled down the bottle of ?randy over the fruit salad, he checked his handiwork, then returned the bottle to the shelf. He put the bowls of fruit on the tray next to the champagne and glasses, then lifting the tray up like a waiter, he walked back out to the forward deck. Pauline looked as if she hadn't moved since he'd gone in to get the dessert, and she didn't look at him until he'd set the tray down on the table. Then her eyebrows shot up immediately.
"What's this? Have I been left out of some secret?" She was referring to the bottle of champagne, as she hadn't known that it was on board. .
"A surprise ... Do you realize this is the first time since we've been married that we're actually on a vacation? I figured it calls for a celebration!" he answered, trying not to sound like he was making a prepared speech. To avoid looking directly at his wife, he immediately set about opening the chilled bottle.
"What a nice thought, darling," she answered to his complete surprise. She was so relaxed that she didn't really care what reason her husband had for bringing the champaign, and, in fact, it even sounded like it would taste good in such a pleasant setting. The evening had been too perfect for her to have any suspicions about his motives.
He placed the bowls of fruit laced with brandy at each side of the table, then posing dramatically, pushed the cork in the bottle the remaining distance to pop it open loudly. The cork hit the roof overhand above and bounced back to the deck below, narrowly missing Mark's head.
He grinned sheepishly, and it set Pauline off laughing, pleased by his slap-stick act. He was sure she was in a good mood then, and he hurriedly poured out the bubbly liquid, filling both glasses to the rim, placing one of the glasses in front of his wife before he sat down across from her.
"What shall we drink to?" Pauline asked, lifting her glass up to him.
"To us! Of course .. ." he answered, and he clicked his glass against hers, a broad smile spreading across his face.
They became quiet again as they drank the champagne and listened to the sounds coming from the nearby woods. There was also an occasional splashing of fish jumping in the water, and Pauline was so intent on spotting one of them that she hardly noticed the added flavor in her fruit salad. It disappeared quickly, and she even spooned up all of the juice.
Mark ate and drank slowly, watching his wife intently for signs of complete relaxation, and he was pleased by the speed at which she drank her champagne. He was ready to refill her glass the moment it was empty, determined to "kill" the bottle that night. After she had drunk a second glass full, she put up her hand to indicate "no" to him, but he refilled anyway.
"Once it's open, you have to drink it all... Champagne doesn't stay good for the next day . .." he said, excusing his actions. He was surprised again when she shrugged and started drinking the third glass down.
Only a half-an-hour passed before Mark emptied the last drop of the champagne into her glass, and Pauline was becoming very animated in her actions. "It's such a beautiful night," she announced waving her arms out as if to embrace the air. "I just can't believe we're actually here ..."
"We should call it Pauline's sea. It was you who discovered it. . ." he replied in a low voice.
She turned and looked at her blonde-haired husband, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. 'That's a very nice thing to say, darling." Her words were slightly slurred, but she wasn't aware of it. She felt good, better than she had ever felt, and the atmosphere of the place made her only think of the sensations it gave her. It was as if she could feel the air caressing her body, and it was warm and pleasant, like a brief summer rain. She felt as if her mouth was fixed in a smile that she couldn't undo, and it somehow made her happy. "Thank you for being so thoughtful," she added, and she drank down the last of the liquid in her glass.
Mark figured it was the time to act, so he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to his wife. "What do you say we get ready for bed?" he announced. He expected her to say something about the dishes, and he was prepared to tell her to forget them for now, but instead, she stood up, then swayed slightly from the effects of the champagne she'd drunk. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling, and looked down at her face, expecting a look of surprise.
Her eyes were half-closed, lips slightly parted, and he leaned down to kiss her full sensuous mouth. He was surprised by her instant response, as her tongue darted into the depths of his mouth. He knew then that she was drunk, but, even so, he hadn't expected such arousal from her. He sucked willingly on her tongue, tasting her mouth as he pulled her tightly against his hard young body. He held the kiss for a long moment, feeling his blood stirring wildly and with tremendous force through his hardening penis as he realized that tonight he had a chance to loosen up his inhibited young bride for the first time. Breaking away from the kiss, he slowly turned her away from him so that he could unzip the back of her dress. He half expected some protest, but he was determined to go on no matter what she said. He wanted to undress her completely, and he pulled the dress up over her head.
"Ooohh! I can't see, darling!" she giggled as the dress caught around her face. He hesitated, not wanting to force it off, and while he had the opportunity, he took a good look at her voluptuous young body. He liked to see her in brassiere and panties, but that evening he was more anxious to see her completely naked. Leaving the dress for her to get off, he instead reached for the back of her brassiere, and while she slipped the -dress up over her head, he let the brassiere fall away from her magnificently rounded breasts. His. heart was pounding wildly, and the sight of her berry-like nipples made him want to kiss and taste every succulent inch of her mouth-watering body. Just as she threw the dress clear of her head, giggling ail the time, he leaned forward and took one ripely straining pink nipple into his open mouth. He immediately used his teeth tantalizingly on the tiny bud while whipping his tongue across the erected tip.
"Ooohh, Mark! Darling, ouuuuu!" She had been confused by the sensations of the alcohol in her blood when she had first stood up from the table, and his kiss had come so suddenly that she had given in to it. Somehow she was more aware of everything she felt, and she couldn't find the willpower to resist his removing her dress, even though they were standing outside on the open deck. But then, when he took off her brassiere and began kissing her sensitive little nipple, she felt her entire naked body tremble in erotic anticipation as great waves of acute pleasures flooded her mind. Her suddenly weak legs gave way beneath her, and die was floating up into her husband's strong arms.
She didn't know whether to resist or give-in to the demanding urges she felt, as they were more intense and fierce than she had ever felt before in her life. It was as if her entire warmly tingling body was being directed by some outside force, and whatever it was, she didn't have the strength to fight it. His hot, pleasure-inciting mouth remained locked to her throbbing breast, his wetly ovaled lips pulling and sucking her nipple and its soft surrounding flesh deep inside his mouth.
Abruptly Mark was carrying her inside the motor-home, down the narrow hallway toward the bedroom, but the pleasure of his tongue twirling around and around to stroke her sensitively awakened flesh was the only thought that occupied her mind. She was hardly aware of being lowered gently onto the double bed.
"Ooouuuuuuuu! That's sooooo .. . nice," she whispered, seductively. She rarely said anything when he made love to her, but the champagne and brandy were causing her to forget her usual inhibitions. She felt completely different from her usual self, the idea of immorality seeming very distant and absurd. Instead of being tense, she could only lie back and thrill to the pleasures streaming rapidly through her sensuously aroused body.
Mark could hardly believe his wife was being so very relaxed, especially considering the way she had just collapsed in his arms. He didn't understand what was happening to her, and he was almost afraid that he would break the spell that had come over her. The pleased young husband moved very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves out on the bed without taking his mouth from the warm satiny mound of her breast for even a second. It was more than he had expected, and he was determined to make her happy for responding so well.
Nipping at her rubbery little nipple with his teeth, he slowly moved his hand over her other firmly straining breast, stroking it fondly, rubbing the hardened bud at its tip between his thumb and forefinger until it was hard and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually he ran his hand teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately working his fingertips under the band of her lacy white panties. He moved straight for the lush silkiness of her pubic hair, feeling the moistly heated beginning of her cuntal furrow. Using his out-stretched middle finger like a probe, he worked it into the warmly moistened folds of quivering flesh until he made contact with her clitoris.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Pauline sucked her breath in as she felt an overwhelming sensation of pleasure rippling outward from the pit of her belly. The almost drunk young bride was confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if she were forgetting something she should do, but she relaxed enough to let the ecstatic sensations continue to build in her wetly throbbing cunt. It was as if an electrical connection had been made between herself would dash through her sensually incited flesh. Instinctively, she let her legs spread wider apart, wanting to give him greater access to her hotly hungering vagina.
There was a question in her mind about her lewd actions, as though she felt she was forgetting a lesson she'd been taught in the past, but it became harder and harder to concentrate as the arousing pleasure-giving finger continued the incessant massage of her warmly vibrating clitoris. She felt a heated moisture forming on her silken strands of pussy hair near the hotly pulsating mouth of her vaginal passage. With a vague sense of surprise, the young brunette knew she was wetter down there between her widespread trembling legs than she had ever been before in her life.
Mark couldn't help thinking about all the things, he'd wanted his wife to do in their lovemaking, things that she had rejected as obscene and unnatural during the past year. As he watched her almost wanton response to his caresses, he was sure that he might finally have the chance to get her to do all of them! He could hardly ever look at her full sensuous lips without imagining his cock being sucked by them, even though it seemed an impossible objective with someone so completely uptight. Many times he had cursed the person or incident that made Pauline so rigid in sexual practices, but right then, he felt almost certain that she would at last come undone.
His thick lusting cock was fully erect right now and aching to be free of his confining pants, its pulsing head pushing and straining against the fabric of his trousers as if it were going to force its way through. Yet, in spite of the mounting pressure in his sperm-swollen testicles, he wanted to wait for the right moment, when he had his lovely wife actually begging for it. Then, maybe, she would be completely willing to take his long hard cock, and close her soft warm mouth around it and suck and suck and suck until he came .., until he was drained totally dry. He groaned in anticipation as he moved his probing finger away from her tiny, palpitating clitoris and worked it down through the raw wet flesh between her hair-lined cuntal lips until it was poised at the right little opening to her innermost self. Miraculously, Pauline even raised her hips up in an eager effort to pull his teasing finger inside her hot vaginal sheath.
"Uuuuuuuugggghhhhh .. . oooooouuuu!" she moaned, her eyelids fluttering in lewd delight. He teased her only for a brief moment, then he screwed his plundering finger into her moistly throbbing opening, slowly driving his digit up the warm clasping passage of her quivering vagina. He pushed until his palm was pressed flat against her lower abdomen, and she began to grind her pelvis upward in a sensual rhythm of self-pleasured indulgence. It was as if she were another person, and he continued biting and chewing at her erect little nipple until he couldn't stand the waiting for another second.
Feeling as though her whole body where being guided by the fantastic sensations from her husband's titillating finger in her passion-fired vagina, Pauline found herself wishing that her husband would hurry up and put his big hardened penis up inside her wetly pulsating pussy soon. She didn't think she had ever been so anxious before, but there was something about the sensation of prurient delight in the pit of her belly that told her she was in store for tremendous pleasures. The shamelessly aroused young bride no longer cared about the question of whether she should enjoy sex or not. What was important, suddenly, was really knowing what it was! It was the same as tasting forbidden fruit, and her ability to resist it had been dissolved by her exposure to the surroundings and liquor. When Mark suddenly lifted his head from her ecstatically tingling breast, she moaned in an inarticulate plea for him to put his long thick penis into her sensuously burning cunt.
His raven-haired wife was letting Mark play with her hotly excited body, but petting was something she had always allowed him to do up to a point. Yet, that evening there was one thing different. She seemed to be suggestively responding, and he had her almost completely naked in the light. The single lamp mounted on the wall above the bed was very weak, but it did provide more light than they had ever had under similar circumstances, and Mark wanted to get her completely undressed to see her provocatively naked curves up close.
Reaching his left hand down to her smoothly arched hips, he turned his wife slightly onto her side before he tantalizingly grazed his tongue down her warm satin-like flesh. He paused momentarily at her navel, running his wetly heated tongue tauntingly around it, then dipping it inside before he continued laving his way down toward her hungrily revolving hips and loins. Reluctantly, he pulled his deeply embedded finger from her tightly clasping vagina, half-afraid that he would disturb her reverie, but he was anxious to get her flimsy nylon panties all the way off of her undulating young body.
Placing his thumbs under the elastic band top at either side of her hips, he rolled the thin material down over her lush white thighs to reveal her hair-fringed cunt to his greedy sight. She was cooperating fully with him how raising her full, rounded buttocks up off the bed to make the removal easy, and when the tiny panties had dropped from her feet, she made no sound as he pushed his hands against her satin-soft white inner thighs. She spread them willingly; but then jerked in surprise when his wet mouth made warm contact with her tingling inner thighs. She felt a jolt of erotic pleasure ripple through her loins as he ran his tongue slowly up along the sensitive flesh between her widespread and suddenly trembling legs.
Chapter Three
My God, Pauline thought, what on earth is he doing? It felt good ... too good .. . and the naked young bride gasped as she abruptly realized that he was almost putting his mouth on her nakedly exposed pussy! For an instant she lewdly imagined how it would feel, his probing- tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around and inside her burning cuntal passage! Just the idea of his loving hot mouth sucking at her clitoris sent goosebumps racing over her flesh, and for that brief moment she was going to let him do it... actually wanted him to lock her wetly quivering cunt. His face drew closer and closer, and she could feel his searing breath caressing the moist pink flesh of her gaping vaginal crevice, his mouth only inches away now from her innermost being!
Feeling that everything was going to work out even better than he had hoped for, Mark forced her lower leg flat against the bed, while keeping the upper one bent at the knee and up in the air. Her position gave him completely open access to her pinkly glistening cunt, and he worked his tongue fervently with slowness up her warm inner thighs. As he drew closer, he stared lustfully at her scented vaginal mound, seeing the moist fleshy lips covered by sparse black pubic hair. The narrow ribbon of delicate flesh dividing the middle was coral-hued, and he could see the hardened bud of her clitoris throbbing excitedly from his previous manipulations. Feeling more daring, he reached out both hands and used his thumbs to spread the flushed, blood-filled lips of her pussy wide apart, exposing her tight little cuntal opening to his gaze. Never before had he seen anything so mouth-watering as her succulent vaginal flesh.
Pauline could feel the warm secretions from her hopelessly aroused vagina flowing faster, but when his fingers licentiously spread her open, she was abruptly jolted back to the reality of the situation. Oh God! What had happened to her? She must be insane to allow this perversion. Automatically the naked young bride reacted, suddenly feeling vile and cheap from her husband's close examination of her private-most part. True, her love-starved body was on fire from its indecent hungers, but she had to protest such debasing action. She shuddered violently with the realization that she had even considered letting him put his mouth on her vagina! That was being nothing better than some dirty whore!
"NO! NOOOOO!" She wailed in a strangled voice and jerked her naked hips back away from his advancing tongue. When she saw the lust-pained expression on her husband's face, however, she felt terribly guilty and depraved for having let the situation get along so far. She tried to think of a way she could ease her rejection of Mark's advances, but she felt vile and debased, and quite unable to understand what had made her go so far. "Please, Mark! That's ... awful!" was all she could say.
He was momentarily stunned by her sudden protest, his mind so engrossed in her erotic reactions to that point that he failed to comprehend what she was saying. His swollen, aching cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of his cum stirring deep in his balls, and he had fully expected to have her wetly ovaled lips closed tight around it and sucking fervently in another few minutes! Then, with a great feeling of disappointment, he realized that Pauline was her same old self again, rejecting anything that wasn't the standard missionary position of lovemaking. He had so expected her to have changed, that he was immediately enraged at discovering it wasn't so. His face reddened as he angrily shouted.
"WHATTTTTTTTTT?"
Terrified by his sudden anger, Pauline wanted to worm her entire body down through the mattress of the bed and disappear. She didn't know what else to do, and her thoughts groped for something . . - anything! ... to say that would calm him. Then she had it!
"I can't wait! I... want it now!. .. Fuck me, now!" she lied. She was desperate, and she thought her use of the lewd vernacular expression for intercourse would somehow make up for her rejection of his oral sex. It was a term she had never used before, but she knew she had to do something to keep him from continuing what he had already started.
Mark was more than confused; he couldn't believe he*d heard Pauline correctly. She had asked him to "fuck" her! In those .. . that word. Wei! by God, he was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before! Moving like an enraged bull, he tore at his clothes, determined to be totally naked when he subjugated her with his angrily throbbing cock.
He was going to screw her until she begged him to stop!
Pauline was so shaken by what she had almost let happen, that when Mark got to his feet and began ripping off his clothes, she felt relieved. But then, he was lowering his pants, and the bulge that had shown at his groin was suddenly a long hard fleshy column of thick throbbing cock.
It looked huge, even bigger than it had seemed on her wedding night, and once again the nakedly trembling girl was fearful of that, awesome instrument tearing her apart. He was angry, and she knew her only hope was not to anger him further, so when he suddenly pulled at her waist, twisting her cruelly onto her stomach, she made no sound of protest. He forced her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down into the mattress, and she felt her face turning red from embarrassment as she realized her naked buttocks were up in the air, open and lewdly exposed to his lustful gaze.
It suddenly occurred to her that he intended to fuck her like a dog. It was degrading and inhuman, and she thought she should tell him so, but at the same time she was having a difficult time ignoring the burning sensation in her quivering belly. It was growing all out of proportion in her mind. Her sensuously aroused body had already betrayed her thoughts once, and she felt like the same thing could happen again.
Knowing he was being rough with his submissively kneeling wife Mark, nonetheless, was determined to have her in some way other than the usual flaccid style. If she wasn't willing to submit to oral sex, then by God he was going to fuck her in the most degrading manner he knew. Dog-style seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
"Okay! You want to fuck, here's your chance!" he said moving up behind and between her trembling inner thighs. He used his knees to force her to spread her legs out wider and wider, until he had total access to her nakedly quivering loins. It was the first time" he had ever seen her pussy all pink and vulnerable like that, and he paused to examine everyything about her in detail. Her fully rounded white buttocks looked more salaciously enticing than ever. Now she was bent helplessly naked before him, and the slope of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump with a tiny indentation running down the middle. Her long raven hair was spilling all around her head, so he couldn't really see her face at all, but he was sure that she was feeling completely embarrassed by her lewdly degrading position. At that moment he figured she deserved it, and he ran his hands down over her back, then under her ribs to her ripely swaying breasts. He gave them both a teasing squeeze. The twitch in his painfully throbbing cock reminded him to hurry up. Tweaking-her straining nipples first, then caressed the softness of her breast.
Moving his hands down to her quivering buttocks, he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the dividing crevice, spreading the lush white mounds wide apart. He could see the tiny orifice of her tight, rosebud-like anus, all puckered and pink in the dull light and the sight of her defenseless genitals excited him so that he thrust his hotly throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that he couldn't possibly wait another minute.
"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He lewdly spat the words at her, wanting the subserviently kneeling girl to know that he meant business.
Pauline wanted to scream out her protest. Oh God! Her own husband-brutal and unfeeling-was treating her like a whore. Still, though, the vile words he used made her naked flesh crawl with renewed excitement. The mixture of fear, anger, and passion made the young brunette react immediately to his demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a debasing manner. She reached back under her heavily straining breasts and, groping momentarily, found the hard pulsing shaft of his penis. Shivering, she closed her fingers around its rigid heat. She had rarely touched his cock before, and then it had been when she had no other choice. It was pumping blood through his entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of hot pre-ejaculate. She tried hard to blank out her mind, forget what position she was in, but the feel of his hard pulsing thickness made her quaking belly ripple with a lewd arousal. She was sure thaat his rigidly swollen cock had never been so big before, and for a moment she hesitated to even put it against her almost virginal cuntal furrow. Then she felt his hands squeezing painfully at her buttock-cheeks, and she was reminded just how open she was to his lewd and intensive gaze.
"Do it, damnit! Put my cock in now!" he commanded again, his patience wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from cumming all over her luscious white ass-cheeks, and he fought down the insane impulse to ram his excitedly throbbing cock deep up into her tightly puckering little anus. Her fingers tightened around his aching penis as he pulled his hips backward a bit in order to see her hand enclosing his rigid thickness.
"Come on! Come on!" He squeezed her soft pliant buttocks until indentations appeared on her untanned flesh, impressions of his fingers. She wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by both wanting to hit at him and have his pulsing penis fucking up inside her hotly aroused vagina.
Wriggling her naked buttocks involuntarily and shifting her position slightly, Pauline placed the rubbery, hardened tip against her sensitively quivering cuntal lips, and she used his lust-swollen cock-head like a lever to part the hair-lined lips of her cunt. When she had the thick head positioned over her tight little pussy mouth, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he drove forward, and hoping it would help, she kept her grip on the thick shaft of his pulsating penis.
Without warning Mark shoved his hips forward, ramming the passion-swollen head of his cock through her tightly quivering vaginal opening. He felt the elastic little mouth of her cunt stretching then giving way before the pressure to slide over his throbbing tip and ensheath it in a warm liquid tightness.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhh!" Pauline wailed as the blood-filled cock-head plundered into her fearfully cringing pussy like a fist of hot steel. She clamped down on her stomach muscles to grip it tightly, hoping to restrain any further entry, and Mark did momentarily ease off, stopping when the head of his long thick penis was trapped inside the slickly heated opening of her painfully quivering cuntal passage. She hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she tensed in automatic response, her vaginal muscles trying in vain to expel his hot hardness. It only made it worse, as the sensations it gave her husband made him even more anxious to have the full, hard throbbing length of his cock buried completely up inside her erotically rippling belly.
He held back for only a second, then shoved his hips hard forward again, plowing his lust-thickened shaft further up inside the liquid heat of her vagina, the thick rubber-like knob of his penis spreading the velvety walls of her aroused cunt like a bulldozer cutting through sand.
"Uuuuuuuuggghhhh! OOooohhh! Aaaggh! she moaned as he savagely rammed deeper and deeper into her helplessly expanding passage. He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his aching balls had become excruciating. He had to have his fire-ridden cock in her right away, all the way! He tried to hold back, forcing it slowly so she could adjust to the new angle, but it took more willpower than he possessed. The hopelessly aroused young husband felt sure he would climax before he had his throbbing hardness embedded all' the way inside her tightly clasping pussy. When Pauline finally let go of his penis with her hand, he was free to drive unimpeded the rest of the way up into her belly. Slamming his hips forward with all his pent-up strength, he brutally thrust his rock-hard cock into her slick vaginal passage, feeling her wetly embracing sheath devouring his sensitive penile shaft until with a groan, his cum-filled balls smacked loudly into her defensively quivering thighs.
The force of his passionate thrust nearly lifted the kneeling young brunette clear off the bed, and she cried in confused pain when his lust-swollen cockshead scraped into her cervix and her face was driven down into the mattress. His pulsating penis was pushing hard against the tender mouth of her womb like an angry and menacing weapon out to destroy her. He was still, then, for a moment, as if he were considering a reprieve, but after a second, he suddenly flexed his huge cock, causing it to leap even further up into her cringing belly.
The impatient young husband didn't wait one second longer to give her a chance to adjust to his size, for he immediately began fucking in and out of her moistly" clasping passage, his viciouss, body jolting thrusts pounding into her like a pile-driver, brushing her cervix relentlessly. He stared down at her bent-over curvaceousness, her enticing white buttocks wiggling in pained protest to his merciless rhythm as his wetly glistening cock appeared, disappeared, appeared, like a metronome! The lewdly exciting vision made him lose all vestiges of control. She was more sensual than he had ever remembered seeing her, and it made the cum in his seething balls stir with lusting passion.
Never having been fucked at such a lewdly debased angle, Pauline was horrified by the depth of his impalement up into her belly, and she felt as if she had been morally, if not physically, split apart. It shocked her to the point of almost destroying the heated passion he had brought out of her body only a few, minutes before. The hurt young wife thought she was simply being used, a receptacle for his lusting passion with no care of feeling or understanding. She was only an open cunt to be fucked like any common slut! She felt let down and deeply rejected, and she pressed her face into the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum right away, getting it over with.
Mark fucked maniacally, thrusting his hips forward driving his lust-thickened cock forward into her cringing little cunt with long punishing strokes, his lust completely taking over his reason.
He wasn't going to settle for any halfway fuck ever again from this inhibited little bitch. He wanted to make her beg and plead for his cum, make her cry for him to pump his hot gushing sperm into her seething belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure. He held her frantically jerking hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his hardened thickness in and out of her hair-rimmed pink pussy mouth, feeling her cunt elastic-tight around his blood-engorged penis. Each time he thrust deep up inside her belly, her wetly gleaming cuntal flesh rolled with it in his pounding fury. His cum-inflated balls swung churningly forward between her widespread thighs brushing the pink folds of her moistly heated vagina where her erect little clitoris quivered. Then, when he retreated, pulling his aching hardness out of her clasping well of passion, until only the swollen rubbery head remained inside her tight opening, he held it there for only an instant before driving back into the slick moisture-coated walls of her hot tingling cunt again.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Pauline moaned in spite of her desire to keep quiet. IBs huge, hardened cock felt like it was going to go right on past her quaking belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't deny the wildly erotic sensations that had begun to move with it. Her breasts swung forward from each impact causing her hardened little nipples to graze tantalizingly across the surface of the bed, and that added to the sensory delights that somehow refused to diminish in her loins and belly. The submissively kneeling young bride kept telling herself over and'over that she was being lowly debased by his cruel rape; but it didn't stop the growing fire in -the depths of her passion-inflamed womb. Her tiny palpitating clitoris was like a throbbing demon that wanted to be fed by his swinging, cum-bloated balls every -time he lunged into her, and the sensations from it raced over the nerve-endings woven into the walls of her wetly burning pussy, making her vibrantly alive and feeling the huge and pulsing cock that thrust in and out of her wet opening.
She looked back under and between her full hanging breasts to see her ravished young cunt being truly violated by the thick driving column of cock-flesh. The awesome penis would withdraw until only the fiery hard tip of it remained locked inside her tight vaginal opening, then it would smoothly slide back down her slick clutching channel, the hair-line lips of her cunt nibbling at it hungrily until it completely filled her sensuously vibrating passage. His pubic-hair was lewdly pushing into the Crevice of her trembling ass-cheeks with each hard lunge and she felt a lust-inspired sensation of basic desire that seemed to travel to the prickling top of her head. Her tightly pampered cunt was being plowed apart with thoughtless long hard thrusts of her husband's demanding cock, and she could feel the forcibly subjective joy of it in her insanely grinding loins.
Feeling the gradual motion around his driving" cock-shaft, Mark excitedly realized that he was beginning to get through to his wife, and he concentrated hard to keep his churning hot cum from finally bursting out. He wanted to save it until she begged, and yet he knew that he would have to work faster if he was going to last much longer. Slowly, her lovely, ovalled white buttocks began to rotate in lustful response to his hard forward surges, and then, to test her he momentarily held back. Her rounded, animated buttocks seemed to jump backward when his aching cock didn't plunge back inside right away, and it so excited him that he ruthlessly started pistoning in and out of her hair-rimmed opening with ever-increasing speed. God, it had finally happened! Her ass had come to life! She was actually fucking him back! He could see the muscles in her ass-cheeks flexing each time that he withdrew as it attempted to suck his hard swollen cock back inside, and he moved his hands wonderingly over the twin white mounds, placing his thumbs down into the pliant, smooth crevice that divided them. Spreading the ovalled cheeks wide apart, he saw her tiny pink anus, puckering with each stroke of his rigidly plundering cock in her inflamed pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he worked his outstretched middle finger down into the sweat-streaked crevice, then placed his fingertip against the puckering little hole. Slowly, he began to probe and worm it into the tight, elastic-like ring leading to her anal passage.
"Uuuuuuugggghhhh! God! Mark. .. What are you doing? Ooooouuuuu!" Pauline was confused by the mixed sensations of pleasure-pain she was feeling as she grunted in almost masochistic helplessness. Involuntarily she lifted her excited undulating buttocks to the worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage as a new wave of salacious passion went sweeping through her.
The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open with an obscene sucking sound that licentiously thrilled her, letting his. finger, enter, though at first she felt nothing but pain. It was unnatural, lewd and indecent; yet, somehow it still, seemed to be so right! He shoved deeper, the finger sliding in up to his first knuckle. Instead of lurching away, Pauline screwed her newly lust-fired buttocks back onto it! He accommodated her eagerness by ramming deep up into the warm buttery depths of her rectum, and she gasped wantonly ... gradually becoming adjusted to the unnatural invasion, feeling an odd masochistic pleasure-pain, though she told herself she was doing it only to pacify his lust.
"'Oooooouuuu! Uuuugghhh! Goooooooohhhhhh!" She grunted over and over as the turning, rotating finger drove in to the hilt, and she shoved back against it lewdly, while at the same time she tried to absorb even more of his hot throbbing cock into her suddenly screaming belly. Mark plunged his finger down hard into her rubbery anal passage until he could drive it no further, and the second shaft in her body was like an added penis to her unlocked ecstasy.
She defensively decided she might just as well be the whore she was being treated like, and so she lewdly raised her excited buttocks up to his twin assault to take his extended finger and swollen cock deep inside her passion-inflamed belly. Mark could feel his skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her back channel from her cuntal passage as he wormed his finger around in the heated depths of her anal passage, and each twist made his naked young wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress. She writhed abandonedly, grinding her ass-cheeks back against the two impaling instruments, her ravished rectal channel now an inferno of obvious sensual pleasure.
Pauline was suddenly aware that she was nearing an experience she had never known in sex before? It was an acceleration toward an unknown point; but whatever it was, she knew then, that it had to be sheer ecstasy.
The words from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, as though someone else was doing the lewd pleading!
It was more than the aroused young husband could stand. The lascivious words coming from his wife's throat were lashing sexual stimuli, making his lust go completely out of control. He had never seen such raw sensuality in her before, and in spite of his efforts to hold back, he was suddenly insane with raw, animal passion. His churning, cum-swollen balls felt as if they were ballooning out of his scrotum as his sperm made the maddening dash up his elongated cock-shaft. The head of his huge penis pulsed inside her passage as he drove his wildly jerking cock to maximum depth, and his hot semen burst like a shot from the inflamed tip. He was lost in the incredible sensations of his own climax as his white hot cum fired repeatedly up into her quivering belly.
"Ooooohhh! Waittttt! Noooooooo!" she begged, knowing instinctively that if he came now she would not have the release that she sensed was almost within reach. Abruptly, the shamelessly aroused young wife felt like weeping! She had so wanted to attain that ultimate state of sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that night she was capable of achieving. .. but Mark was climaxing too soon. The liquid, fiery heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions was pleasure, yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. The hot pulsing cum wasn't pushing her that little extra distance she had to go before she, too, could feel the heat of explosion. Suddenly she was nothing but a receptacle again, just a hole for him to use like an animal, and she felt defeated and deflated all at once. Mark continued hammering into her automatically clutching cunt as his hot sperm filled her trembling belly with its wet stickiness. He kept his finger buried deep in her rectum, reveling in the pleasures that streamed through his shuddering body. He felt sure that Pauline had reached an prgasm, too, as she convulsively ground back against his spewing cock until the last drop of his cum was fired.
When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her nakedly squirming body, and Pauline felt even more debased and degraded than she had before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, kneeling down like a bitch-dog while he rammed his cock up into her vagina, but it was also the fact that she had allowed him to do it, even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless little anus. It was too vile and lewd to even think about!
After - a moment, Mark, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her heated rectum with a lewd sucking sound, and then rolled off her trembling body, his cock making a whoshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled cunt. He lay beside her exhausted, satisfied in his mistaken belief that he had finally accomplished what he'd intended to do ... make her cum!
Pauline couldn't move for fear she would have to look him in the eye, as she knew that she would only ask him to do it all over again. She wanted more, the opportunity to know the heights she'd almost attained, and such thinking was not only vile, but wrong. By the time she fell asleep, her belly still on fire, she had only succeeded in be coming even angrier with her sex-crazed husband.
Pauline awakened early, a wide smile on her pretty face, and for a few moments she felt gay and happy. For a minute she lay motionless on her stomach, enjoying the sensation of waking up to a pleasant day. Then she realized that she was totally naked, and the memory of what had happened the previous night came back to her with a shocking jolt. Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see her husband still fast asleep beside her, and she shivered, feeling the dried stickiness of his sperm still clinging to her soft inner thighs. She had been like an animal, but he had been even worse! Abruptly, all of the anger she had felt came back to her, and she wanted to get away from this vile beast before he woke up. Oh God! It was broad daylight, and here she was wantonly lying on the bed in total nakedness.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb the bed, she rolled off the side onto her feet. All she could think about was getting a shower to clean away any reminders of what had occurred. Picking up her swim-suit on the way, the dishevelled young brunette slowly walked out into the sunshine.
It didn't seem possible that she had slept so late, and she- checked her wristwatch to make sure it was running. The table and chairs were just as they had left them the night before, champagne bottle and glasses standing like a symbolic tribute to her undoing that never quite came off..The rest of the dinner dishes were still in the kitchen waiting to be washed, but she decided to leave everything as it was.
For the moment she was only interested in getting out in the sun, and having the opportunity to think clearly about all that had happened. The troubled brunette bride was sure that Mark would be awake soon, and she was not at the moment looking forward to facing him. She carefully climbed- the ladder to the sun deck on the roof, . knowing that her husband was sleeping only a few inches away on the other side of the wall. It wasn't until she was at the far end of the roof-deck that she looked out at the surrounding terrain, and she realized something was blatantly different. They were no longer alone!
Pauline wondered how she could have missed noticing the other motor-home parked near the beach when she first walked outside, as the motor-home was easily twice as large as theirs. It was rather disturbing to have neighbors intruding upon a place she had considered special, and she guessed that the spot was not such a mystery after all..It was still early summer, and she figured the camping season was only just getting underway. Somehow it disheartened her to think of the small lagoon being filled with campers and noisy people.
Staring out across the clearing at the other motor-home, she wondered who it was that had come in so early that morning, and apparently so quietly. She had not heard anything that sounded vaguely like another car, but then she remembered that she had been sleeping very soundly, too. Yet, she wondered also why there weren't any sounds from the other home, as a motor-home that size had to be carrying a large family. But, there were no children or dogs in sight, only the large bulk of a large motor-home. It was obvious that the ! occupants had to be sleeping or had gone ashore.
Pauline stopped staring and spread her towel out on the deck. There was a funny feeling of disappointment in the pit of her belly. She had thought they would be staying in the lagoon for a few days at least, but with the intruders, she hoped that they would leave that day. It wouldn't be the same with a bus-load of neighbors.
Lying down on her stomach, Pauline let the warmth of the sun become the dominant thought in her mind, and then, too, she had more important things to think about then than some big old motor-home.
What had happened last night to make her behave in such a shameless fashion? And ... how would Mark's tongue have felt... licking... licking... licking?
When Harry Peterson made the tricky maneuver of his motor-home down the small dusty road earlier that morning, he had expected to find the clearing empty of other campers. But after motoring to the lagoon and seeing the small motor-home parked at the far end, he had called excitedly to Vivian, "Hey, baby! We're not the only ones here!"
His voluptuous golden-haired wife joined him in the cab, her robe flying open to expose her naked body as she hurried to see what her husband was yelling about. "Well, I'll be!" she announced, seeing the other home.
"Should I give them a blast?" He reached for the button that sounded the very loud horn he had installed in the home.
"Wait, Harry! What if they're not club members?" Vivian said quickly, her hand covering his before he pressed the button. She really didn't think any of the other club members would be arriving there so early.
"Who else could it be?" he asked seriously. "Nobody else knows about this spot other than club members!**
"Maybe ... up until now!" she answered. "Why don't we just wait and see?"
Harry had agreed reluctantly, parking his motor-home about fifty yards away from the other, just to keep a safe- distance. Vivian had put a notion into his head, and he was willing to go along with her idea. She may have been right after all, and neither of them liked the idea of strangers being at the club's spot. He hoped it wasn't true, as they would .ihave to be chased out, or the week would be ruined. Jesus, he thought, all we need is a couple of old fogies, or an uptight couple with a bunch of squawking kids.
Harry and Vivian took turns keeping the pair of binoculars on the other motor-home from the privacy of the living room. Vivian had been watching the motor-home for a long time, and she was beginning to get a big disgusted. She suggested fixing something to eat or drink to Hafry, just so he would relieve her from the task of watching through the binoculars. He ordered a bloody mary, then picked up the binoculars to scout the motor-home. Vivian hadn't brought him the drink yet, when he thought he saw something moving in the little craft. He focused the binoculars on the front end, just as someone appeared at the doorway to the deck.
"Whhoooiieeeeef Hot-dog, baby! I think we've got a hot one..." he yelled. "Look at that tight little ass, will ya!"
Vivian ran over to the window where Harry was up against the glass with the binoculars. "Who is it? A club member? Harry? Let me see!"
"Wait a minute ... Wait a fucking minute!.... She's going around to the back of the home... Can't see her now. .. Wait! There she is!... She climbed up onto the roof... Whooiee! What a body!"
Vivian literally jerked the binoculars away from her excited husband. "Damnit! Who is she?" she complained, trying to locate the other motor-home through the binoculars. She finally was able to zero in on the girl, just as she was spreading a towel out on the deck. Harry was right, Vivian thought, the girl was really sharp ... too sharp!
"Don't know her, Harry! She's not one of us, I'm sure of it!" she said emphatically. She kept the binoculars on the young brunette girl as she stretched out on her belly on the roof of her motor-home, then she handed them back to her husband.
"I know... I can see that! I'd certainly remember her if she was in our group!" he said, grabbing the field glasses and focusing them in on the girl. "Sunbathing... Hummmmmm! Wonder where her husband is?" he pointedly asked.
"She's probably another one of those single chicks! Remember, lover-boy, if she's without a husband for me, no messing around! And I mean it this time." Vivian returned to the bar where she had left the half-made drinks. She was almost certain that the girl on the other motor-home had a husband, but she was glad for the opportunity to make a barbed comment to Harry.
The golden-haired older woman took the drink to. her husband, and she smiled at the way he became so excited over discovering the girl. It was as if he were a little boy playing a game, only the stakes in his game were very high and very adult. "Listen, lover, I think we should go easy on this one .. . Remember the rest of the club members could be arriving here at any time, and if we can't score immediately with the strangers, well, it could spoil our whole week!"
Harry set the binoculars down as he took the drink from his wife, and he smiled up at her in a way she fully understood. She was right, of course, but the fun of finding a new couple, and making it with them, was not an easy thing to pass up. All the same, he decided to go slow and easy, at least at first.
"Suppose you and I have a barbecue lunch on the beach this afternoon, baby? That way we might draw them out without approaching them ourselves. What do you say?" He took a sip of his drink, knowing that his cock-hungry wife would be more than cooperative.
"I say you're an old lecher!" she replied, then added, "but I agree with your tactics ... It might just work!"
Chapter Four
"Pauline?"
Mark ,was climbing up the ladder to the roof-deck, and she considered the possibility of pretending to be asleep. The troubled young brunette wasn't yet ready to face Mark. Not after the way things had gone the previous night, but she knew it was senseless to try to fool him. She rolled over onto her back as he stepped onto the deck, and she had to shield her eyes from the' sun in order to look at him.
"Wow! Really slept well... Did you see that we have some new neighbors?" He pointed out toward the large motor-home, as if Pauline could have missed it.
"It's too bad, isn't it," she answered, sarcastically. Seeing him standing there in his swim trunks made her angry all over again, and she felt like telling him off for what he'd done to her last night.
"Look like it's only a couple___That's a lot of motor-home for two people!" Mark said, ignoring her snide comment. :
Pauline turned to see what he was talking about. It didn't make sense to her that he would know who was on the home. The home still looked deserted, and she was about to ask him how he knew who belonged with it, when she saw the smoke from a fire on the beach. From her angle it was difficult to make out any details, but it was obvious there was a couple preparing to cook something over a fire.
"I didn't notice them leaving the home . .. must have been dozing," she said. She didn't really care who the people were, as she was only interested in leaving the place now that others were also there.
Mark was curious, but he decided not to let on to Pauline. She was obviously not in the same mood she'd been in the night before. "I was going to take a swim... . Why don't you join me?"
She turned around again to look at him, and she thought quickly for an excuse to say no. If she stayed around him too long at that moment, she was sure she would not be able to contain her temper.
"I just got my hair dry. . .." she said, running her fingers up through the long silky strands. "I don't want to get it wet again. ..."
"O.K." Mark knew better than to pursue it any further, and he turned to go back down the ladder. He didn't want her to see the disappointment in his face, as it was suddenly apparent to him that she hadn't changed after all. She was still the same uptight bitch she'd been before he fucked her last night, and he had been wrong thinking otherwise. It was deflating, as he wasn't sure he was up to making the effort to get through to her all over again.
Pauline felt terribly guilty as she watched her husband slowly disappear down the ladder. She was confused by the mixed emotions she felt, wanting to be both angry and conciliatory at the same tjme. She started to call after him, wanting to ask him to take her to bed and make love to her until she screamed with joy, but she caught herself, remembering that such a suggestion was wanton and lewd. It wasn't fitting for a proper woman to be so brazen, and she turned over on her stomach, trying to blot out the tingling sensation that was growing again in her belly. She just, couldn't understand what made her feel that way. Hearing a splash, she raised her head up slightly to see what it was, and she saw Mark swimming in the river toward the beach. So he was going over to the spot where the couple was preparing a meal, she thought.
Somehow the idea of his doing that made her made again, and she somehow quickly forgot about the burning sensation in her loins. She wanted to leave this place, in spite of the fact that they would probably not find another like it during the whole vacation, but he was swimming to the beach to make friends with the strangers. If they were halfway nice, she knew that Mark would want to stay on there. Keeping her chin down on the towel in case her husband turned around to look back at her, she watched as he swam slowly to the beach.
In a few minutes he was standing up out of the water, and the man on the beach was walking toward Mark, his hand gesturing like he should come to where they were cooking. Mark did turn and look back at her, but she was sure that he didn't know she was watching, and then he waded onto the beach, shaking the water from his arms. In another moment he was standing next to the man from the large motor-home, and they were both talking animatedly. Mark kept shaking his head as if to say no, but the man was apparently being very insistent.
The stranger turned around and called out something that Pauline couldn't hear, but then she realized that he had been calling to his wife. A very attractive golden-haired female appeared from behind a screen of reeds, and even at that distance Pauline could see that the woman was very' feminine. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, and Pauline knew Mark's eyes had to be popping out of his head. Both her husband and the man walked to where the curvaceous blonde was standing, and Mark took the woman's hand, shaking it almost too vigorously. Pauline hated the woman right then!
It was apparent they had invited Mark to eat with them, and it made Pauline so mad she stood up on the deck, taking her towel up with her in an angry sweep. She wasn't about to lie there watching as he ate with the strangers, and she headed for the ladder to go below and fix herself the best meal they had on board.
It was getting late, too late, Pauline realized, and she felt disappointed that they were not going to be leaving the lagoon that day. She knew that they would hardly have time to make the main road before dark if they left right then, and Mark still wasn't back from the beach. No, leaving that day was out of the question, and it made her madder with each passing moment.
In the back of the angry young wife's mind she had hoped they would again find a very private and secluded sanctuary where Mark might again romance her with champagne under the moonlight. That wasn't possible if they stayed, she was sure, so all she could do was get mad and depressed. She had spent the afternoon cleaning up around the motor-home, as if she had to get things put away for traveling, but Mark just stayed away the whole time. It seemed twice as long as it actually was, and the heat of the afternoon made it even more unbearable. She didn't want to go outside for fear of appearing to the strangers as if she was spying on her husband, and inside the small living room, the heat was much worse. There was hardly a breeze, and the air seemed to weigh heavily all around her as she set about cleaning up. She had stayed in her swimsuit in an effort to remain cool, but even it seemed to be too much clothing. If the other people weren't around, she actually thought she might walk around naked, but then'she knew that if the others weren't around, she'd probably not be working so furiously inside. She wanted to stay calm and collected, but she was fighting a losing battle. By the time Mark finally returned to the motor-home, she was considering not talking to him.
He came in soaking wet from the swim, and he excitedly called her name, as if something impossible had happened. He didn't notice the cold stare his wife was giving him, as he was bursting with the news of his day.
"Darling! You'll never believe who those people are. It was a stroke of luck like never before! Imagine! In a place like this!" he said, gesturing around with his wet arms.
Pauline of course didn't know what he was talking about, but he spoke so ast she couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway. She just grew progressively angrier as he dripped water all over her freshly cleaned room.
"Honey, do you realize who that man is? And he called himself a simple businessman! Brother,! He is really modest. You should have come over to the beach, but they're both dying to meet you ... Tomorrow ... You can meet them then. It's really important that you make a nice impression, although I know you will-----This calls for a drink!" he concluded, heading for the cabinet where he stored the liquor.
She realized that he had already had a few drinks by the way he continued babbling, but her curiosity was aroused despite her anger. It had to be something to get him that Worked up, and she tried to reason with him so that she could understand what he was talking about. "You haven't yet told me who they are!" she exclaimed the moment he fell silent.
"I haven't? Oh ... Nobody . .. Nobody but Harry Peterson and his rather gorgeous wife, that's who!"
"So? Who the hell are they?" She was furious for being forced to pay his silly drunken guessing game, but all she could think to do was sit down in a chair with her arms folded in front of her.
"Who the hell? .. . Christ! He's only one of the biggest businessmen in the whole state . ... that's who!" He was so stunned that she didn't know who Harry Peterson was that he'd stopped frozen in the middle of taking a bottle of scotch down from the shelf. When she said nothing, he moved again, taking a glass with him over to the small sink. He went on as he was pouring out a stiff drink. "I only casually mentioned what I was doing, and you know what he.said? He said that he was always looking for young, imaginative, and independent young men, and that he would be very interested in looking over some of my ideas! How about that!"
It dawned on her why Mark was so elated, and she suddenly couldn't find the strength to be mad. It was only natural that he would be excited, and also very late in returning to the motor-home. He had by chance run into a man who could give him the very position that he had always dreamed about, and Pauline could not find the cruelty within herself to pop his balloon. Abruptly her mood changed. Now she was ready to celebrate his chance fortune with him, and she stood up from the chair and openly smiled at him.
"Don't I get a drink, too? I mean if we are going to celebrate your luck together!" she said.
"It's on the way," Mark smiled, pleased that she was happy. He felt that things might work out between them after all. "Honey, you should see the inside of their home! It's really something. He had it custom-designed just for him, and I'll tell you whoever did it was no amateur. It's big and roomy, and expensively furnished. Doesn't seem at all like you're on board a bus!" He brought the drink over to where Pauline had remained standing, and handing her the glass, he clicked his against it so hard that it sounded like it would break. "To the future!"
"To the future. ..." she repeated, but she was thinking about something other than Mark. After taking a sip from her glass, she set it down and walked into the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready. ... I hope you feel like eating?"
"Mmmmmm? Oh, sure," he answered, his thought obviously elsewhere.
Pauline set the dinner out on the table as Mark continued talking about all that-had transpired that afternoon. She was too busy getting dinner served to do anything more than nod and gesture in response to his statements, but she knew that he was hardly noticing her anyway. Mark made no mention of the food he'd eaten on the beach with the Petersons until after they were sitting down to -eat, and then he described in detail all the things Vivian Peterson had served.
To Pauline it was as if he was not satisfied with her simple meal, and gradually she began to feel unimportant. By the time they had finished she was sick and tired of hearing about Vivian Peterson, and she thought she would blow up if she didn't get away from her husband's incessant chatter. The last thing she wanted to do was to show her anger, for she was sure he would only take it as a sign of jealousy in his state. When she went in to get coffee and dessert, the brunette housewife took her time, as she was not anxious to return to the forward deck to listen to more descriptions of Vivian. But then her stalling became obvious, and it took all of her willpower not to break down crying right then and there. Instead, she just suddenly announced that she was hot, and, leaving the dessert and coffee on the table in front of Mark, she went out the door and down to the beach into the water.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he yelled after her.
"Going for a swim!"
The full moon was up, and the coolness of the water made Pauline feel better immediately. She was glad that she had kept on her swimsuit, as she couldn't think of any other means of getting away from Mark for a few minutes, except swimming. After swimming several yards away from the beach, she turned over onto her back to see what he was doing, and she saw that he was apparently unconcerned about her sudden decision. He was eating the dessert as if nothing had happened, so she turned over again and began swimming in earnest. She had a lot to think about, and'' the water in the moonlight seemed the ideal place.
It was refreshing to feel the cool liquid caressing her heated body as she swam, and it began to take on a stimulating reality in her mind. It seemed to touch her everywhere, and it was so pleasant to feel so buoyant. She realized it was the first time she had left the shore since they had come to the lagoon, and in spite of the fact that it was night, the moonlight illuminated the area enough to inspire her to go exploring.
She was fascinated by the dune-like beach so she swam toward it, the sand seeming pure white in the moonlight. It looked so clean and private, she thought it was the ideal spot to relax and think. When she could touch bottom, Pauline waded out of the water and she was glad the night air was still warm. The sand actually felt hot under her bare feet, and she shook the water from her arms and legs as she strolled up the beach toward the woods. Coming upon a thick patch of grass-like reeds, she turned to her right, walking further down the beach. She had to zigzag her course to avoid the occasional outcropping of the tall dune grass, and as she turned back toward the water to go around one of them, she wondered if Mark could see her from the shore. The lights were on in the living area, and Mark wasn't out. She figured that he had gone inside for a moment, and realizing that he could in fact see her from the shore, she decided to take the opportunity to disappear. There was a close-by patch of sand surrounded by the tall dune grass, and she walked to it and saw down. The tall grass shielded her from view of the motor-home, and she found that it made her feel very secure. It was as if she were on her own little private island where she could do anything she wished when she wanted. The warm night air had dried her quickly so she put her arms behind her head and lay back on the warm sand.
She didn't know what made her think of it, perhaps her wet bathing suit, but she was suddenly remembering how Mark's hot breath had felt against her nakedly excited vagina. He had been so close to her hotly tingling clitoris, and she had turned him away, even though she had really wanted him to lick her there. Just thinking about it made her love-starved loins start to pulsate with a heated hunger, and she realized how hypocritical she had been the night before.
She had denied herself pleasure that she'd wanted, and even worse than that, she had made Mark feel bad for wanting to give her that pleasure. She had really been unfair to both him and herself, and she decided her actions had actually been selfish and cruel. She really hadn't considered his feelings at the time, but in retrospect, she could more clearly see it. The net result had been like leaving a job half-done, and it was she who had to pay for it. The troubled young bride knew that she would have been expected to repay his actions with some of her own, but there on the beach, she couldn't see any harm in doing it. The method may have been repulsive in her mind, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling a pleasure-stimul'ating sensation from it.
It had in fact been on her mind all day, and at that very moment it was making her wish she could be doing it all over again- Moving her hand to the area between her inner thighs as if to check on the dampness of her swim-suit, Pauline touched the surface of the material, and she felt the contact of her hand against her aroused nerve-end, even through the nylon crotch band.
It felt good, and she let her hand linger there, her finger pressing harder and harder into the narrow crevice of her pussy through the material. The heated throbbing sensation raced upward through her loins, igniting a flame in her belly and breasts that burned hotter than she could control. The suddenly aroused young bride needed the complete release she had almost attained with her husband the night before she wanted to orgasm, and she wanted it badly. Wanted it now!
She felt in a world apart as she lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up from the sand, and slipped her fingers under the elastic top of her swim-suit panties. She started to roll the damp material down over her smoothly arched hips when she was frozen by the low murmur of human voices. It was as if someone were whispering right next to her, and she looked around frantically, expecting that she had been discovered in a compromising position.
She could see no one, and for a moment she began to think she had only imagined the sound when the muffled voices came again, only louder. This time she was sure of it, and she thought the voices had come from the other side of the patch of reeds on her left. Although she was a little frightened by the closeness of people, she couldn't resist the urge to see who the voices belonged to. Moving cautiously, she quietly inched closer to the row of tall grass, and finding a spot where it thinned out over a slight rise in the sand, she carefully moved the few apart. She was startled to discover that she had picked a spot to peer through that was hardly a few feet away from the people, and more surprising than that, it was a couple stretched out on a blanket, both completely naked!
She was afraid to move for fear the people would discover her as she was sure she could reach out and touch the man's buttocks he was so close.
Her eyes were all that moved, shifting back and forth from the man to the woman, her natural curiosity making'her wonder who they were. The woman looked like Vivian Peterson, Pauline was almost certain, and even though she had only seen her from a distance earlier that day, there was just no mistaking the older woman's sensually ripened body.
It was the man that she wasn't sure about; he somehow didn't fit the picture she had of Harry Peterson. For one thing, he looked younger and thinner than the man she had seen that afternoon on the beach greeting her husband. He had his back to her, but she saw his muscles were pronounced and strong, his'whole body looking tan from top to bottom. His hair was dark, almost, black, arrd she could have sworn that Harry Peterson had fair hair, yet she- guessed that the man had to be him as there were no other people around.
Shifting her gaze back to the nakedly voluptuous woman, Pauline looked her over carefully, wondering what she possessed that had made Mark talk incessantly about her. It was true she was a strikingly beautiful woman, and she looked particularly sensual lying without a stitch of clothes on in the moonlight, lying on her side with one shapely leg bent at the knee, revealing the dark shadow of her pubic hair. Yes, the peering young brunette thought, that's definitely Vivian Peterson. The older woman was moving her legs up and down along the blanket as if to stroke it, and her hands were out toward the man's groin. That's when Pauline caught a vocal gasp befoTe it came from her mouth as she suddenly realized that the woman was fondling his penis!
The voyeuristic brunette bride turned her head away from the. salacious spectacle, knowing she should somehow steal away and leave the couple with their privacy. It was wrong to be watching them from a hidden vantage point, and yet the idea of being able to observe without being seen herself was too tempting to pass up. She felt compelled to stay put, her heated curiosity getting the better of her judgment. Knowing it was wrong, she nonetheless turned her head back toward the opening in the reeds, telling herself that she was only going to be sure that she had seen correctly. It was, she reasoned, an opportunity to find out what Marks' future possible employer was really like, and that maybe there would be something that came out of her observations which would make him have second thoughts. What she saw then began to give her second thoughts.
The man had rolled onto his back, his head propped on a large beach-type plastic pillow, and seeing his face surprised her. He didn't look at all like she had thought, and she was momentarily wondering how he could have looked so different from a distance, but she stopped wondering and stifled a gasp of astonishment when Vivian suddenly spoke.
"You have a handsome cock, Jack," she said. Pauline shifted her eyes to the man's groin, feeling her heart pounding as she stared at the stranger's exposed nakedness. Vivian was now nakedly kneeling beside the man, and her small slender hand was wrapped tightly around his long rigid penis! Its thickened head seemed enormous in the pale light of the moon, and Pauline thought it looked even bigger than her husband's. The heavily-veined fleshy hardness was throbbing, standing straight up from his hair-matted pelvis like a totem pole, as Vivian's hand lewdly stroked the shaft evenly from around the thick base, his pubic hair flattening against his groin as she worked her encircling fingers slowly up and down again and again. The man she had called "Jack" was staring hungrily down at Harry Peterson's kneeling wife, and Pauline felt the breath whipped out of her own body as she abruptly realized, with pounding heart, that Vivian was about to, take the man's long, hard penis into her half-open mouth!
God! She thought, it was wrong to be spying like a voyeur on the naked couple as she was, but her brain whirled with visions of forbidden sexual encounters, the likes of which she had never dreamed possible. She had to see if the wanton blonde could really do such a base, animal thing as take the man's cock right into her mouth! It couldn't really be true, she thought, but in the next moment she found she was wrong!
Vivian was emitting a groan of lascivious pleasure as she leaned toward the thick jutting rod of blood-filled flesh until her large nipple-hardened breasts were swaying just above the huge -white shaft. She moved lower, deliberately positioning her quivering mounds until they were on either side of his visibly throbbing penis. Both man and woman groaned as she began squeezing her breasts lewdly around the shaft of his rampant cock as though she were making a flesh sandwich.
Almost at once, she began to bob her torso up and down, causing the head of his long jerking penis to appear and disappear into the valley between her lushly rounded breasts with each seductive motion she made. Pauline saw that the berry-like nipples of her manipulating breasts were fully erect in the moonlight, and the whole scene seemed to be a strange licentiously abandoned ritual the woman was performing over the man's huge idol-like phallus. He had a fixed smile of obscene delight on his face as he stared down at his thick pulsating cock being so obscenely massaged by the naked woman's large enveloping white breasts. Suddenly, he arched his hips up, and the bulbous head of his pulsating cock nearly touched the nakedly kneeling woman's chin. She backed off for a moment, grinning lasciviously, then opened her mouth to form an "O" with her moist, red-rimmed lips. Then, bending down slightly, she suddenly flicked her tongue out at the lust-swollen crown of his penis.
Jack groaned loudly in lewd delight. "Ahhh ... go on, suck it! Vivian. Suck it!"
For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Pauline's disbelieving eyes, and she felt faint with a weakness she couldn't define. It was almost too much to comprehend, seeing not an arm's length away from her own body, the nakedly lewd sexual play of two complete strangers. She knew she should leave immediately and return to her motor-home and her husband, but she was held by the salacity of the spellbinding sight, almost as if she were being forced to witness it.
Jack's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of Vivian's obscenely laving tongue. She licked hungrily up and down the full length of his throbbing penis, occasionally stopping to flick out wantonly across the very tip where tiny drops of his oozing passion appeared. It was as if she were using her tongue to whip the hard genital flesh into submissiveness as she lustfully painted it over with her warm, glistening saliva. When Jack moaned like a beaten animal, she withdrew her lashing wet tongue and lowered her head until the thick moistened tip of his penis was inside her wetly ovalled mouth. Instantly, she started sucking and licking at his long hard cock as if it were an ice cream cone while one of her hands stroked the jerking penis around its thickened base. Then Vivian did something that Pauline could hardly believe, even though she witnessed it with her own eyes!
The woman bobbed her head down, whimpering sensually at the same time, and she took nearly the whole length of the lewdly groaning man's long thick cock deep into her greedily sucking throat. Her cheeks bloated out and drew in as she sucked in sluttish hunger on the solid pole of flesh, and when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along half its wetly glistening length. Then picking up a rhythm, her head bounced licentiously up and down on the man's straining cock, her soft lips tightly rolling in and out, she sucked with all her might.
She began to massage the furry sac of his sperm-weighted balls with her other hand, and she was caught up in an obvious sexual frenzy that became more and more intense with each passing second. Without breaking her timing, Vivian moved around until her knees invitingly straddled either side of the passion-dazed man's face, her open wet vagina clearly exposed to Pauline's view.
Her own heart was pounding so fast, the young brunette bride thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears. Unconsciously, she began to rub her angling full thighs together, their soft inner flesh acting like hot, velvety pinchers on the feverish lips of her swollen vagina. It was almost as if she had Mark's head up between her legs again, his hot breath blowing passionately across her pulsatingly aroused clitoris. Jack didn't have to raise his head an inch from the blanket as Vivian lewdly spread her knees until his opened mouth was pressed into the soft pink flesh of her cunt.
Almost instantly his long wet tongue flicked out into the hair-covered slit, and the blonde wiggled her lushly spread buttocks in eager response to the lascivious pleasure. He reached around her quivering thighs with both arms and digging his fingers into the crevice of her round, white buttocks, he spread the twin mounds wide apart as though to gain better access for his wildly flicking tongue.
Pauline felt an awakening shudder of pure sensuality ripple up her spine as the tiny puckered ring of the other woman's anus was nakedly exposed to her view. She could even see the brownish-pink ridge of rubbery flesh lewdly expanding and contracting with excitement in the pale light. Below it, she enviously watched the man's long slashing tongue licking in the wet vaginal crevice until it suddenly disappeared into the hair-lined opening, driving deep up into Vivian's lewdly gyrating cunt. Pauline shuddered, imagining how the sluicing hot tongue would feel pushing up into her own sensuously incited pussy, and she thought she would go insane with the billows of lust that were taking hold of her own passion-soaked cunt.
Vivian Peterson moaned from deep in her sucking throat without taking her slaving mouth from around Jack's thick rigid column of cock-flesh, and she seemed to suck harder, the passion in her belly obviously growing with mounting pleasure from the deliciously inspiring tongue-fucking the man was giving her. They were locked together in the salaciously exciting position, the fairhaired older woman above the man, nakedly" rolling and jerking as he was arching his hips up, driving his huge hardened cock into her voraciously sucking mouth. The tempo was increasing constantly as they moved in the sensual oral-fucking of each other's pleasure-filled genitals.
Chapter Five
The peeking young brunette's belly was burning with a passionate flame of lust she had never known before as she stared at the nakedly sucking couple in glazed passionate fascination. Oh God! She had to do something to ease her hungering needs. Finally, she shuddered and began working her left arm under her erotically trembling body to unfasten the clasp of her swim-suit top. She felt she had to let her painfully swollen breasts free, and she almost threw the damp fabric away in her frenzy to remove it. Her twin white mounds stood out firmly rounded and quivering in the dull light, their nipples pink and hard as she cupped each one of them in the palms of her hands, feeling the soft resilient flesh alive and sensually pulsing to her touch. Taking the tiny hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she slowly rolled and pinched them and felt the wild sensual joy ripple throughout all of her aroused young body. It was as if she were testing herself to see if she had dreamed up the entire bizarre scene on the other side of the reeds.
Over there, Vivian's blonde head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her mouth wrapped lovingly around the huge thick column of hardened cock-flesh as she swung her obscenely spread white buttocks in lust-provoking little circles over the man's furiously probing tongue. He was flicking it into the moistly clasping passage of her glistening cunt like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and, at the same time, his fingers were enticingly probing into the tight ring of exposed anal flesh around-the entrance to her rectum.
Harry Peterson's wife wiggled her tautly ovalled buttocks back against his teasing fingers as if wanting to take them inside and obeying her unspoken request, Jack suddenly plunged two rigid fingers the breadth of a cock into the depths of her puckering little anus.
Pauline heard Vivian moan and saw the extended fingers lewdly sink into the kneeling blonde's rectal passage up to the second- knuckle without stopping. The man beneath her wantonly writhing figure immediately began finger-fucking his probing fingers in and out in time to the rhythm of his deep-licking tongue.
The lewd sight sent rippling shudders of pain streaking through Pauline's own puckering rectum, tingling like the raging fire in her loins. Suppressing a moan of hunger, she took one hand away from her naked breast to push the bottom of her swimsiuTdown over the smooth arch of her hips. When she got the material to her knees, she frantically kicked her long lithe legs to work it all the way off, wanting to have complete freedom of movement. Pointing her right knee up in the air, she pressed her left leg into the sand. It made her hot sensitive inner thighs open and completely accessible to her whim, and without the slightest hesitation, Pauline ran her hand up between her eagerly trembling thighs until her fingers were pressing into the wet folds of her hotly burning pussy. Her silken pubic curls were damp with her flow of lubricating fluid, and the sensuous swelling mound of genital flesh pulsed hotly beneath *he pressure of her hand. Her fingertips brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her quivering clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the overwhelming contact brought. The twinge of guilt that flickered through her conscience was immediately overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her need.
The naked young brunette thought the obscenely connected couple surely had to be near an end in their oral fucking and, as she voyeuristically waited for the climactic moment to occur, she began fingering her wetly throbbing cunt in rhythm with Jack's tongue-lashes against Vivian's hair-lined vaginal furrow. A sudden sound of a breaking twig startled her and she looked around to see another man approaching the naked pair. Frightened, Pauline froze into position once again as the impossible began to happen before her eyes.
The man coming up the beach was also naked, smiling as though he'd just finished some devilish trick, and his huge thick cock was standing out from his groin, fully erect. What was particularly shocking to Pauline was the fact that she recognized the man as Harry Peterson! Oh God! What would he do when he discovered his naked wife having oral sex with another man? Surely he would kill the man who had his lashing tongue inside Vivian's wetly receptive pussy.
But it was nothing like that at ail! And Pauline's disbelief grew!
Harry lumbered up to the lewdly coupled pair, his smile never leaving his face, and the even more amazing thing was that he stood and watched them for a moment, his hand wrapped lewdly around his own long, thick cock, and he was stroking it into full erection. Then suddenly he was standing behind his naked, obscenely bent wife, and the "man beneath her licentiously positioned body pulled his tongue from her wetly glistening pussy. It was as if they were performing a well rehearsed pose, for the moment the man's head was out of the way, Harry knelt behind his wife's upturned buttocks and pointed his immensely throbbing cock directly at the hair-lined crevice up between her wide-spread thighs. Vivian never once stopped her voracious sucking of Jack's cock, but instead, raised the level of her wantonly splayed buttocks ever higher, as if to meet her husband's huge cock halfway.
The peering young brunette bride suddenly remembered how her own husband had fucked her dog-style. It appeared now that Harry Peterson was going to do that same thing to his nakedly kneeling wife, only with one. major difference! She was sucking another man's long hard penis at the same time! But then the actions that followed made Pauline realize that she had been totally wrong in her guess....
Harry casually dug his thick fingers into the smooth crevice dividing Vivian's rounded ass-cheeks, and he harshly spread them wide apart, exposing hef tiny working anus once again. Pauline had seen the man lying under Vivian's voluptuously kneeling body fucking his fingers in and out her wildly puckering anus, and suddenly Harry's intentions were very, very dear! His massively throbbing penis was headed directly for the little ring of Vivian's nether passage.
The' tiny anal hole was stretched open and quivering, even nibbling, in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her wantonly rotating buttocks, and she hadn't for a.moment stopped her hungry sucking of Jack's huge cock!
What Harry Peterson seemed about to do horrified Pauline; she couldn't believe it was even possible! A woman couldn't possibly take a man's erected penis into her body back there, not that way! Not in the tight little anus! It would surely split her in half! The brunette voyeur was frozen with excited apprehension that instant while she watched Harry move his lust-hardened penis up between his wife's widespread naked buttocks.
"Hurry ... fuck ... my asshole!" Vivian suddenly gasped, never taking her wetly ovalled mouth away from Jack's white pistoning shaft. As Pauline watched, the bulbous head of Harry's huge penis began pushing in against the tiny pink aperture of Vivian's anus, and the kneeling older woman was wiggling frantically back against his probing hardness as though hungry to have it sliding deep up inside her rectal passage. Harry Jet the swollen, blood-filled knob rest teasingly for a moment, the glistening head between the white cheeks of her nakedly exposed buttocks. He was breathing hard, his powerful body twitching with obvious lusting passion, but he still held back either to torment his wife who was subjugating herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated, satin-like flesh expanding against the throbbing end of his cock. The man lying on the blanket beneath was still staring with a fixed, glazed expression, and Pauline thought it was because he, too, was waiting to see the exciting penetration of Vivian's tight little anus.
"Shove . .. cock ... in my . .. asshole!" Vivian lewdly chanted again around the lust-swollen cock in her saliva-filled mouth. She was squirming almost frenziedly in her bent-over position, trying desperately to wiggle her lushly quivering buttocks back onto the long thick cock poised menacingly against her anal opening. Harry was now holding tightly to her by the hips, and he finally responded to her request with sudden animalistic violence.
Pauline thought the older woman would have been flattened by the force if her husband hadn't been holding her that way, and she wasn't aware of her own vocal gasp as she watched his huge, thickened penis plow with terrifying force into the narrow channel of Vivian's tightly resisting rectum.
"Mmmmmm! Uuuggghhh!" Vivian exploded around the thick rod of cock-flesh in her mouth while her head began bobbing up and down as if in positive approval of the rock-hard shaft tearing into her wildly puckering anus. Her muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Pauline's vocal whimpers of vicarious pain and pleasure which came again as the husband began fucking his massively hardened penis in and out of Vivian's hot rectal flesh.
With amazement, Pauline watched the huge white cock salaciously skewering the woman's obviously eager anal passage. It drove into her lewdly stretched rectum its full horrifying length, the man's thrusting groin pressing relentlessly hard against the widespread cheeks of the woman's lush white buttocks. His heavy bloated balls swung forward with such force that they slapped against her. wet vaginal flesh so loudly that it could be heard across the water.
They were in the peak of frenzy as Harry sawed in and out of the licentiously expanded passage as if he had gone mad with lust, and Vivian's head bounced wantonly up and down on Jack's saliva-coated cock, her contorted expression one of such lusting ecstasy that Pauline was filled with awe and envy. The man who lay flat on the blanket beneath-Harry Peterson's naked wife began to drive his huge length of hard pulsating cock up into the depts of Vivian's gluttonously sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Pauline was forced to close her eyes to block out the sight of the nakedly depraved triple fucking, because of the shameless response of her own lustfully hungering body. Oh God! She wanted to be out there too! Wanted to be used-fucked, sodomized!
The aroused young brunette began to shake violently as she listened to the obscene e ncouragement of the man Vivian was so strenuously sucking: He stared up wild-eyed at the sordidly unnatural coupling only inches from his face of Harry's thick, heavy-veined cock with Vivian's salaciously straining rectal opening, and he yelled his lewd encouragements out as if he couldn't hold back much longer.
"Harder ... Faster... Fuck' her harder! Ooouuu ... Shit. .. I'm almost there ... Suck it baby!" he chanted.
The maddening fire in Pauline's seethingly wet vagina was raging out of control, and the erotic gasps of pain and pleasure coming from the other side of the reeds were torturing her as the woman continued to grunt her lust and the men answered with obscene shouts. She was lost in a daze of blinding sensual passion as she listened to the lascivious cries of the naked trio, and she lay back on the sand in the moonlight to totally surrender to her own lust-inflamed desire which was ravenously consuming her quivering white flesh.
The hand up between her thighs had stopped its desperate clawing, while insane, anguished passion took control of her mind. She automatically lifted her long legs so that her knees were rising and falling as her smoothly curved hips slowly writhed. Her impatient fingertips stroked the soft hair-lined outer lips of her desire-flushed .vagina, spreading her moistly tingling flesh gently apart, and caressing the hot liquid smoothness of her hungering cunt. Moaning, she used her other hand to taunt her painfully swollen breasts, strumming her palpitating nipples to a quivering erection. Simply touching their hardened fiery tips sent thrills of pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. Slowly, she sank into the erotically swirling depths of her own delight, and she was only dimly aware of the heated moans and cries from just a few feet away. Her mind's eye was filled with the obscenely exciting imagery of those three nakedly lusting bodies near her. All the sensual visions tumbled about in her head, whipping her passion to a steadily increasing tempo: Jack's giant, swollen cock in the salaciously sucking mouth of Harry's naked wife, while his hot, stiffened tongue plowed again and again up into her pink clutching vagina; his fingers digging into her tightly puckered anus while she obscenely wiggled back against them, as if waiting for the second naked man to come along and replace the lewdly buried fingers with his huge whate cock; finally the man . . . Vivian's husband ... kneeling down plunging his long rock-hard cock deeply inside her waiting little anus, not stopping until it was impaled in the hot buttery depths of her rectum to licentiously sodomize her! Oh God! It was too much! The pulsating rhythm up between Pauline's widespread thighs became one mass of exquisite and wet sensitivity.
All of her consciousness was concentrated down there on satisfying her one overwhelming need . .. to cum with the trio! With a groan the aroused young brunette plunged her outstretched middle finger deep into the hotly moistened mouth of her cunt. She had no other choice, the contagious lust of the nearby orgy reaching out like a tentacle to lewdly embrace her, forcing her to do for herself what she so desperately longed for someone else to dot The momentary tight resistance of her tight little cuntal passage gave way easily before the wiggling pressure, and her wetly heated walls contracted hungrily around her finger as it slid up into her belly. She drew her knees up and scissored her long white legs wide open as her rounded hips arched upward hungrily, moving rhythmically up and down in contrasting motion with her middle finger fucking in and out of her tightly clasping vagina.
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Mmmmmm!" A gasping, muffled and shrill cry echoed into the still night air from the other side of the dune grass, but the wails of lewd delight were barely heard by the shamelessly aroused young bride. She was completely absorbed in finger-fucking her own hotly seething cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining momentum. The moist, tight walls of her cuntal channel eagerly sucked and pulled at her probing digit with greater and greater urgency until her whole lust-incensed body was sensuously gyrating in a wild turbulence of sexual excitement. Every muscle in her carnally charged, naked body was seized by spasming tautness as she hung for a moment of time on the edge of breathtaking release.
She was near, so very near the mysterious apex of pleasure that she sought, but the one slender finger in her steaming cunt didn't seem to be enough!
She was still seeing the huge plunging cock in Vivian's gapingly stretched rectal opening, the thick fleshy column expanding the sucking anal lips as it plunged with terrifying power into the hot secret depths of her rectum. That was the added stimulus she needed, Pauline excitedly realized, and she released her handhold on her warmly tingly breast to move her fingers rapidly down to the smooth hairless crevice dividing her quivering asscheeks. Groping into the moistened, satin-like valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery opening of her anus; carefully placing her extended middle finger against the puckering little hole, she took a deep breath and shoved it inside.
Oh God, she shuddered! As it popped into her defensively puckering anus she tensed from the momentary flash of pain, but ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve orgasm. She lustfully shoved her finger up to the first knuckle, the hot spongy flesh of her anal passage nibbling on her finger as if it were trying to devour it, anci, gasping aloud, she plunged it further into the hotly gripping orifice until it was entirely submerged. Her two hands now worked frantically in their respective apertures, one driving heatedly into the velvety depths of her wetly inflamed cunt, while the other countered with a lunge into her hot clutching rectum. She saw and felt them both racing in and out with an urgency born of frenzied need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her nakedly churning buttocks into the air again and again. Suddenly, her shuddering young body was held by a prolonged spasm of rippling sensations. She wanted to scream out her sudden joy as her convulsing cunt contracted again and again around her deeply sunken finger, and the burning wetness in her womb spilled quickly out of her pulsating vagina to flow against her hand. The slick liquid ran hotly down the smooth crevice between her wildly twisting buttocks, parting around her buried finger that still continued to erotically pump in and out of her stretched anal opening.
The inexperienced young brunette bride had reached an orgasm, but the supreme joy of the moment still eluded her. She realized that she wanted a man! The tremors in her quaking belly slowly subsided, and she lay back against the warm sand, her curvaceous young body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her lewdly absorbed fingers inside the intimate channels of her secret self, while the last traces of her orgasm ran thickly onto the sand beneath her trembling white buttocks. Then slowly, savoring each millimeter of her fingers, she reluctantly pulled them from her twin passages. She suddenly thought then that she might have screamed out loud in her climax, and she remained unmovingly quiet, trying to hold her rapid breath to see if the triplistic group on the other side of the reeds had heard her cry of pleasure. The tall grass moved slightly-she hoped the movement came from the light breeze that was coming up, and she got up the courage to look again through the space to where the people had been. She was both surprised and relieved to discover they were all gone, but she knew they hadn't left permanently, as the blanket was still spread out over the sand.
Feeling she had to get away from the spot, Pauline started to roll back from the grass, but when she heard someone coming in her direction, she froze. Her eyes were still close to the opening between the dune grass, and she glanced through again to see another naked girl running toward the blanket. She looked younger than Vivian, though not nearly as voluptuous, and she was giggling lightly as she approached. Pauline didn't move, but her arms and legs began to tremble as she thought surely the girl was going to discover her. But, the other female stopped by the blanket and, bending over, she picked it up, shaking it slightly to free the sand. Then, still laughing, she ran back in the direction she'd come from.
With a sigh of relief, Pauline rolled onto her back, groping with her hands for the parts of her swimsuit. She was afraid to, look away from the opening in the grass for fear that someone else might come along at any moment, but she had to sit up, as she could only locate her brassiere top. She hurriedly slipped it on over her nakedly gleaming breasts, then looked toward the sand around Her feet for the bottom of the swimsuit. It was off to her right, and she crawled on her hands and knees toward it, her lushly rounded buttocks all soft and ivory in the moonlight. Reaching the panties, she decide to chance it and stand up for a moment to put them on, but when she did, she almost fell down again as her legs began to tremble violently.
They were drained of control by the overwhelming surge of lusting passion in her body, and the young housewife was beginning to doubt that she could make it back to the other si[Je of the lagoon without drowning in the attempt. Yet, her fear of being discovered by the Petersons or the others was much stronger than her fear of drowning, so she found the strength to slip on her bottom half of the swimsuit. Sinking back down onto her knees, Pauline took several deep breaths before she started for the water.
She stared out into the moonlighted areas of the beach, ready to freeze if she saw so much as a shadow move, but she reached the lagoon edge without spotting anyone. She guessed the two couples had returned to the Peterson's motor-home. When she glanced over to where it was parked, she was startled to see that a second motor-home had parked alongside the Petersons. It explained where the other couple had come from, but Pauline was too filled with other emotions to worry about it. She eased quietly into the water, feeling the cool wetness around her still-tingling body, and it made her feel much better. She was sure that she could quietly swim to the other shore, and she was suddenly anxious to get there: she wanted to tell Mark everything that had happened while she had been gone.
Well, almost everything, she thought as a feeling of guilt swept over her.
She swam with smooth even strokes, wondering if she could possibly explain to her husband how she happened to witness a triple sexual act between Harry and Vivian and another man. It almost sounded too fantastic to believe, and even she began to doubt that it had really happened. Was it possible that she was imagining the whole thing as some wild psychological concoction to justify her own self-indulgence? She had wantonly fingered herself on the beach like some shameless little teenager, even skewering her own anus with her outstretched finger to satisfy her lewd needs. Could those salacious sexual acts have been only imagined? She stopped swimming, treading water as she shook her head several times. Of course she had seen the whole thing! The motor-home that had parked beside the Peterson's was added proof. If she hadn't seen that she might have doubted her own mind, but it was there, and the other couple belonged to it, she was sure!
The weary young bride started swimming again. Abruptly she decided that she would tell her husband that she had' been lying on the beach to rest up for a long swim, and that she had accidentally witnessed the vile act between the Peterson's and the man, Jack. She felt it was important that her husband know the kind of man
Harry Peterson was, and especially since Mark was so excited about the possibility of going to work for him. She had to make him understand that it would be wrong, terribly wrong to be involved with the likes of Harry Peterson in any way. And as far as Pauline was concerned, that went double for that whorish wife of his, Vivian!
Reaching the beach, Pauline pulled herself out of the water, feeling her strength had fully returned. She thought she would need all of her mental facilities to be able to tell Mark about the scene she had witnessed without completely breaking down in a heap of frustrated nerves.
The dishes were still on the table where she had left them, only a couple of other pieces had been added to the collection. There was a glass and an empty bottle of vodka beside it, and Pauline thought she had to be wrong in remembering the bottle to be full when Mark had taken it down earlier. She didn't think it was possible for him to drink so much at one time.
"Mark?" she called inside the cabin. "I'm back!" The young brunette housewife listened, but there was no answer. She began to think that perhaps her husband had also gone for a swim, possibly in search of her. If that was the case, there was another horrible possibility. He might also have come upon the Petersons and their naked friends!
Pauline hurried past the kitchen toward the bedroom, and she was relieved to see Mark asleep on the dout]le bed. Yet, he was still dressed in his swimsuit, and she saw that he had just collapsed there in a drunken heap. She knew immediately that there was no point in trying to awaken him then, and in some ways she was glad. It meant she would have time to think things out carefully, and be able to tell him about the Petersons with a fresh mind. The morning would be soon enough, she thought, and she slipped out of her wet swimsuit, then dried her naked body with a towel. She was still a bit confused by the experience she'd had that evening on the beach, and she felt suddenly more tired than she had realized. But, before she crawled under the sheets beside her husband, she got out and put on one of her long nightgowns. It wasn't for her usual reason of modesty that she did it, but instead it was because she had for the first time experienced an orgasm, and she was afraid it would somehow show all over her naked body.
Pauline dreamed:
Harry Peterson had the most sadistic grin spread across his face that she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to be totally helpless to resist his strong will. He would do as he pleased. She tried to scream in fright as she saw his huge red-tipped penis throbbing virileiy when he lowered his pants, but no sound came from her lips. He had come upon Jier, and she was naked and helpless on the bed, her body open and exposed to his lusting gaze.
Harry's hairy nakedness emerged from the falling pants like an angry bull emerging from a rainstorm, and he was coming toward her, his huge menacing cock in his hand as he stroked it into gigantic size. The veins stood out from- the tautly stretched skin like super-highways on a map, and they were pulsating with his heartbeat as his blood-filled member grew bigger and bigger. The rubbery-looking, flesh of the lust-swollen head was like a giant fist, blunt and ready to slam with tremendous force into her helpless young body.
She tried to move, but some mysterious force kept her flat on her back on the bed, and her legs were drawn up, knees nearly ' touching her shoulders to leave her quiveringly exposed vagina open and naked to his lusting sneer. She couldn't understand how she had gotten in such a debasing position, and she tried again to cry out for help. Oh God! Where was Mark? Why wasn't he there to help her? The man was laughing! Harry Peterson stood there between her raised legs, laughing, and it was as if he knew something she didn't.
Then she saw them! It was Vivian, and she was bent over a man, her mouth distended wide by the steel-hard cock that pushed to tremendous depth in her greedily sucking throat, and the man beneath her was lewdly thrusting his face up into the pink moistness of her wildly thrashing cunt. His wet tongue flicked out like a bolt of lightning, stretching to fantastic length up Vivian's hair-lined pussy, and she ground her hips down into his face in wanton, lusting sexual perversity. The man's fingers, all of them, were digpng into the tight orifice of the blonde's nakedly gaping anus, and then for a second he lowered his head, turning to ioo� directly at her. Oh God! Not No! It was Mark! That was why Harry Peterson was laughing so openly above her defenseless body. Her husband was orally fucking Vivian!
Pauline knew she was lost. There was no escaping the powerful naked body of Harry Peterson. He moved in closer and closer to her helpless young figure, his huge thick penis, jerking as if it had a mind of its own! She knew what he wanted, and she tried to beg and plead for mercy! She hadn't intended to spy on him and his wife ... it had been an accident, a chance occurrence! She had been lying on the beach first! Oh God! They came later. She tried to speak, but her vocal cords were paralyzed.
He was upon her, suddenly, like a pouncing dog with tongue lasciviously hanging out from between bared teeth. Quickly he crawled up between her legs on all fours. His leering face was close enough to her wetly quivering vagina to feel his flaming hot breath pouring like liquid heat over the sensitive tip of her erect little clitoris, and the resultant moisture of arousal oozing from the mouth Of her helpless pink cunt was clinging wetly to her sparse pubic hair. The narrow, quivering crevice of her pussy opened and closed in lewd invitation, for the mesmerized young bride couldn't control any of her body! It was as if she were being manipulated from a distance. Someone else was pulling the strings, and she was merely a puppet- to be played with by whomever came along with a long rigid penis.
"Fuck me with your tongue!" she heard the whimpering voice plead, and she was surprised at how much it sounded like her own. Oh God! It was her own voice! "Fuck me ... use your tongue on my cunt," she cried. Harry Peterson reached out toward her nakedly straining breasts, and she watched helplessly as he fondled them, rolling the erected little nipples around and around as his snake-like tongue flickered from between his sneering lips. Her wantonly writhing body was on fire!
She would go insane if she didn't have some relief soon, and she brazenly pumped her hips up, waving her hotly throbbing cunt in front of his lewdly grinning face in silent invitation to do what he willed with her! His huge pulsing member was but inches away from the lips of her cuntal opening, but each time she lurched her hips hungrily up toward it, he backed away, laughing at her torment. Then it happened! She finally caught his head between her hot inner thighs. Harry Peterson stopped teasing. He stared up across her swollen white breasts into her eyes and licked his lips; his tongue hung so very close to the pulsing hair-rimmed cleft of her cunt that saliva dripped onto her quivering vaginal lips like silvery drops of mercury.
"Give it to me! Pleeease!" she wailed. "Stick your tongue in me now! Please!" Harry didn't move at all. He was so very close and yet so very far away. "Now! Now! Now!" her voice went-oh and on, and as if the rhythm of the words had directed his senses, Harry's tongue suddenly leaped out of his mouth, the sharp pink tip of it sluicing up through the fleshy valley of her heatedly trembling cunt to lick the throbbing tip of her clitoris. It was the most eroticaUy stimulating sensation she had ever felt in her life, and the surges of lewd pleasure rippled like an earthquake through her love-starved body.
Pauline jerked convulsively and moaned in delight. Her own whimpers of rapture awakened her.
Chapter Six
"Aaaaggghhh!" She sat up quickly, her eyes flashing for something identifiable. Tiny drops of perspiration beaded her forehead as she frantically blinked to clear her eyes. Unconsciously, she raised her hands up to cover her hotly tingling breasts. When she felt the softly clinging material of her nightgown, it was only then that she realized she had been having a dream. Trembling uncontrollably, the confused young brunette didn't know whether to get out of bed or not.
She wasn't sure if it was really safe? She felt as if someone was lurking in the shadows of the bedroom. Several minutes passed before she was calm enough to see that it was daylight outside, and she realized that she was only imagining things. Yet, she also recognized that her belly was ignited with a quivering passionate need that was even stronger than anything she had experienced previously. The realization hit her then with all the force and impact of an exploding bomb; she wanted to fuck and be fucked. And she knew also that "wanted" was a bad word... She HAD to fuck ... or simply go crazy. It was then that she began to wonder where her husband had gone. He wasn't in the bed next to her, especially considering the drunken condition he'd been iri the previous night. Could she have slept so late, she wondered?
Stepping out of the rumpled, sweat-soaked sheets, the brunette slowly walked out of the bedroom to the motor-home's kitchen. She expected to find Mark nursing a hangover either there or outside on the roof, but he was nowhere in sight. She thought he might be on the roof, but she didn't want to go outside to see until she was wearing something other than her nightgown.
"Mark?" she yelled. There was no answer. "Mark? Are you up there?"
She was alone in the motorhorne, and it gave her a funny feeling. Immediately, she walked back to the kitchen, and only then did she see the note on the stove. It was propped up next to the coffee pot, the total contents of the pot obviously consumed by Mark, and she picked it up to read it.
"You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. I've gone for a swim to help a slightly enlarged head, and I'll be back soon. Love, Mark!"
Pauline set the note down, putting it where her husband had left it, and she walked back to the bedroom to put on something. It was hot, even hotter than the previous day, and she couldn't find anything other than another swim-suit that seemed suitable in this weather. It was an older suit, a little small for her, but she put it on anyway.
Since Mark hadn't returned, she thought. seriously about going for a swim herself, and she walked out to the door to see if she could spot him. The moment she walked through the door to the outside, she stepped back into the shaded interior of the motor-home. Oh God! They were all on the beach, the Petersons, two other couples, and Mark. - - . .
Pauline went to the window so she could see what they were doing without being observed herself, and what she saw made her heart beat faster. Mark was sitting on the sandy beach, not far from the spot where she had observed the trip the previous night, and he was talking animatedly to Vivian. The others seemed to be keeping themselves busy with some project, and they were all laughing and shouting, having a good time. It made Pauline mad.
If Mark only knew, Pauline thought as she turned away from the window. He was talking to a woman who, only hours before-had been hungrily sucking another man's cock, and yet Mark's interest in Vivian seemed almost as if he knew ... or perhaps, guessed, about her. It was possible, Pauline thought-as she had after all witnessed an extremely bizarre scene between Vivian and two men, that nothing would stop Vivian from doing the same thing with Mark who was younger and more handsome than the other men. She didn't want to believe anything like that could ever happen, but the more the troubled housewife thought about it, the more likely the lewd possibility seemed. It was true! Vivian Peterson, would not hesitate to do such a perverted thing with Mark. Well, we'll leave here at once. Right now, the angry girl decided. She returned to the stove to fix some coffee, and when she read the note again, she became even madder- He'd said he had only gone for a swim to help his hangover. If that had really been the case, then why was he sitting there on the beach talking to Vivian Peterson? No, he had to have gone there on purpose, and that was the reason he didn't wake her up before leaving. He sensed Vivian did nasty things like that, and he wanted her to do it to him! By the time the coffee was perked, she was fit to be tied, and she had not yet taken a sip from her steaming cup when Mark returned to the motor-home The confused brunette wife wasn't going to speak to him, she was so mad, just as he'd done the previous evening when he'd returned, he started talking a mile a minute.
"Darling! You're awake! Good. Listen, I've just been over talking to the Petersons, and they have invited us, both of us, to a barbecue! They've got some friends who arrived last night and this morning. I guess you saw their motor-homes and campers. This is a big chance to score some points with him ..."
"Looked to me like you've already scored some with Vivian!" Pauline snapped sarcastically, her anger getting out of hand. She didn't know why she had said it then, but she just had to get her frustrations resolved.
Mark was stunned by her blaring accusation, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Then he too became angry, as he was sure it was only a matter of jealousy.
"Just what do you mean by that? Could you be a little more definite if you're going to make accusations!" he retorted, his voice a little strained.
"I've got eyes!" she replied, and she tried to leave it at that. It had occurred to her that she couldn't possibly tell Mark anything about the previous night if he thought she was only angry and jealous, but she had already gone too far.
"Then why don't you use them! If you weren't such an uptight bitch, maybe you'd learn to see straight!" He was mad, but after he made the comment he was immediately sorry he'd said it. He had been so elated at having made the- friendship of an important businessman; now it was terribly disappointing to find his wife was acting like a jealous bitch! But his statement had been unfair, and he knew it.
His attack seemed to her like a defense, and that meant as far as she was concerned that he had some reason to be defensive. The content didn't actually disturb her in the least, but after what she'd witnessed the night before, she was damn sure she could see perfectly well. The worst of it was simply that she couldn't tell him about the Petersons as Mark would certainly think she was only making it up. She was at a loss for words, and she felt like running away from him.
"You go to the barbecue, but I'll be damned if I'm going there wiith you!" she said ominously, and she put a tone of finality in her voice in an effort to end the conversation right then and there.
Mark was dumbfounded. He had never seen his wife act so decisively in their year of marriage, but he didn't want to believe she really meant what she said. "Listen, darling. I've been wrong in leaving you here alone these past two days, but you've got it all wrong. The Petersons are really wonderful people, and I promise you'll have a good time with them. I met most of their friends this morning, and they're all really quite nice. It*s going to be one neil of a party ... I saw some of the food they were preparing. You'll enjoy yourself, and I know you'll make a good impression on all of them!" It was no use, Mark realized, as she wasn't really listening to anything he was saying.
"Go away to your friends," Pauline said, feeling close to tears. "Go ahead, spend all your time with them ., . but don't ask me to bow and scrape to them." Quickly she turned her back to him. No, there was absolutely no sense in telling him about Vivian and Harry now. He just wouldn't believe her anyway. He'd already been taken in by those people, and she was alone..
Mark angrily realized that there was no point in trying to reason with her any further, and so he turned around and walked out into the sun. He could tell the Petersons she wasn't feeling well, although he was pretty sure that they'd know better. But it was the only excuse he could think of at the moment. He was honest enough to admit to himself that there was some truth in what Pauline had said, as he had been giving Vivian Peterson the eye. But it was only because she had seemed to encourage him, there was something about the almost obscene way her glowing brown eyes had raked his figure before settling on the prominent bulge beneath his trunks. For a second he had thought the voluptuous blonde had a certain hungering look about her. And God knows, she was one helluva sexy bitch- Probably hot as a firecracker in bed! But as to actually playing around with her, that was out of the question, partly because she was Harry Peterson's wife, and he wouldn't want to spoil his chance at getting a position with Harry's firm.
Yet, even so, Vivian did give him the impression that she played around anyway ...
One way or the other, he thought, I'll be on my best behavior.
Pauline had turned her attention to preparing some food after Mark had left for the barbecue, and as she settled down to eat, she began to feel guilty again. She knew that she was probably wrong in saying what she did to her young husband, and it had been the wrong way to go about helping him. If she had been a good wife, of . course, she probably never would have been confronted with such a problem. And if she hadn't let her dislike for Vivian get in the way, she would have told Mark all about the lascivious things she'd seen on the beach. Just thinking about the previous night had an immediate effect on her body, and while she sat eating, she found that she was unconsciously grinding her buttocks and loins down against the seat of the chair. It was as if her warmly tingling clitoris was reminding her of the wonderful pleasures she'd missed in all the time she'd been married to Mark.
Instead of feeling sorry for herself, the young bride was becoming hopelessly aroused again. Oh God! she thought. Will it never end? Will I ever get the release I want and need? God! Maybe I am doomed to suffer from an inability to climax with a man! Am I a lesbian?
The heat inside the motor-home was something that she could touch and feel with all of her body, and she stood up from the chair to see if moving around would help. It was no better and in fact was stifling her ability to think clearly. She momentarily considered going outside onto the deck then dismissed the notion because she would be able to see what was going on at the beach, which would make her jealous-and she would also be observed by the people there. That to her, was out of the question, as she was positive that Mark had told them she was not feeling well. She didn't want to make him a liar, even though in a sense he was, so she was stuck with staying inside the small camper and she knew there would be no relief from the heat in the home or for that matter, the heat in her own sensually vibrating body. Suddenly, even her swimsuit felt uncomfortable and stifling, and she walked back to the bedroom, wondering what she had to put on. The suit really was too small for her, and it seemed to be pinching her skin so she unfastened the top part and slipped it off. It was an instant cure, her full pointed breasts expanded luxuriantly, feeling free and cool so she rolled the bottom part down over her smoothly arched hips,
Stepping out of the scant material, she realized that going naked really was the best possible solution, and she put the swinvsuit away, it felt good to be totally unhampered, and she walked back and forth in the small bedroom for several minutes, trying to think of some way she could entertain herself and keep her mind off the terrible incident of the night before. But she could think of nothing. It was so hot, she only felt like relaxing.
Pulling all of the covers off the bed and leaving just the bottom sheet, Pauline looked down at the white unruffled expanse, thinking how cool it had to be. She had started to make the bed up, but instead, she sat down on the edge, then stretched out, lying nakedly across it, and the coolness of the sheet beneath her back did feel good. The drowsy young bride closed her eyes, throwing her arms and legs out in spread-eagle fashion, and her position of openness made her feel arousingly good.
It was stimulating to think that she could just lie there, open and naked and not be concerned about another person in the world. She was, in a sense, a captive in the small motor-home, but being such also made her the queen.
She could do as she damn well pleased in her small domain, and lying out nakedly displayed on the bed was what she wanted to do right now. Her thoughts began to drift, moving slowly as if floating on a meandering river, and what she snagined seemed very real to her. She was lying on the sand in the darkness, her naked body gently caressed by a warm breeze, and it played over her sensitive genital parts like a whispering lover. She .was so captivated by the thought that she was barely conscious of moving her hands slowly over her firmly rounded breasts. She cupped them, languishing in the immediate sensation of her palms against the hardening pink nipples, and she began to slowly rotate her palms, immediately bringing the ripe nipples into erect little buds of desire.
Her chest was rising and falling slowly as she rhythmically drew in the hot air, and as her fondling of her sensitively tingling breasts became more rapid, so did her breathing. Leaving one hand on her breast, she moved the other slowly down across her smooth flat belly. She wanted to feel her own body, to know it intimately, and she began to explore every sensitive part of it with the tips of her fingers. She traced the indented outline of her navel with her fingers, slowly making circles around and around it until finally she pushed one finger into the slight impression.
After exploring her sensitivity there for a moment, she again moved her hand, only this time downward toward the sparse dark curls of her pubic hair. The naked young housewife drew in a deep breath as her fingertips glided over the silky ends of hair, each hair follicle seeming to act Hike a light electric spark of desire from the contact. She felt enchanted, like a sexual object to be caressed and played with as she ran her venturing fingertips down between her sleek thighs, drawing her long legs up and out as she reached without effort to her knees. Then, ever so slowly, she traced teasing lines down the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs with her fingernails, second after second coming closer to the wetly_throbbing center of her sensual desires.
"Mmmmmm! Oh . .. yesssss!" Pauline hummed out loud to herself as her fingers reached the feverishly quivering lips of her pussy. She was ready as there was a definite hot moistness tucked inside the hair-lined crevice, but she went slowly, parting her tingling vaginal furrow with the fingers of both hands, spreading the sensitive layers of hot flesh wide until she felt the cool air against the moistened opening to her sensuously aroused young cunt.
She was in a dream-like state, but her objective was very clearly defined in her mind. She wanted to have a complete orgasm, one that would be fulfilling and total this time. Using the same middle finger of her right hand, Pauline pointed it out toward the throbbing bud of her tiny clitoris, and the delicate nerve-end seemed to grow to her pointing finger until there was contact. She moaned again, feeling a running current of erotic sensation move up her spine to her brain.
Each time she flicked her finger across her clitoral tip, the pleasure became greater, and she knew that soon she would want to have her finger fucking deep into her suddenly burning pussy. Slowly, almost imperceptively, she began to grind her rounded white buttocks in a rhythmic parody of sexual intercourse. Her finger lustfully stroked then lashed across the nerve-filled bud of her erect little clitoris until she could stand the sweet torment no longer. With one hand she spread her palpitating vaginal lips wide apart, and with the other, she tracked the valley of ragged pink flesh until she came to her wetly throbbinng opening. Her lubricating juices were there, ready and waiting to smooth out the journey of her lusting fingers into her hot, desire-filled passage, and she dipped two of them together into her hungrily gaping cuntal mouth.
The elastic tight opening parted, and the walls of her excited young pussy grasped at the ends of her fingers, pulling them inside. The moistly slickened flesh closed tightly around her slowly entering digits, and she hung on pins and needles as the jolts of forbidden pleasure rippled through her entire nakedly squirming body. Her nerves were all electrically charged, each one needing to be touched and caressed, and the writhing black-haired housewife groaned loudly as the length of her outstretched fingers finally reached their maximum depth up inside her wildly pulsating pussy. It's so beautiful ... so... so dream-like. Yes . .. yes .. . like a dream!
"Well, well, well!"
The voice made its way to her brain through the heated haze of passion, and it told her that she had been found out. She was discovered in the miiddle of fingering herself! It only jolted her further into her dreamlike state, and she didn't movee except to languidly open her lust-smoked"eyes. She was not at all surprised to see Harry Peterson standing at the foot of the bed. In her mind, he had returned to complete the dream.
Sonofabitch! Harry thought in stunned surprise when he saw Mark's naked young wife on the bed. Jesus! The hot little bitch was playing with herself, fucking her fingers into her tight little cunt, and she was hotter than a firecracker. Well, by God! He had come there to get some action, but it looked ike it was going to be far easier than he'd expected. Shit! If he'd had to, he would have raped her, but he knew now there would be no need for that. He decided to dispense with the phoney play-acting he had planned to do, the show of indignation and then outrage calculated to frighten her. Instead, he said the first thing that came into his mind.
"Your husband is off fucking my wife. I came here to even the score!" he said deliberately keeping his face straight as he slipped out of his trunks and stood naked before her,
"I know," Pauline automatically answered. She had seen Mark with Vivian in the dream, and she supposed that was what Mr. Peterson was referring to. Just as in her previous dream, she felt frozen to the bed, her wetly impassioned vagina with her finger still deeply embedded up inside, throbbing with an all-consuming desire, and she couldn't move. Her voice sounded as though it had come from somewhere else, but she didn't really care. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the sight of Harry Peterson's huge pulsating penis, which was suddenly standing straight out from his body in its menacing thick-veined power. It was the awesome size of his long hard penis now that made her whole body tremble. It looked so much larger now then it had when she saw it skewering into his wife's tightly clasping anus, and she realized, with a confused sense of joy and despair, that she was soon going to have it fucking into her.
The big businessman was confused by the apparent agreeable attitude that Pauline showed, and he wondered why she had been so crazy, willing to believe his story. about her husband fucking his wife. But he didn't waste time dwelling on it too long; the sight of her naked young body in such a mind-bending position made him impatient to get at her and her pinkly glistening little cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you ... even the score ... understand?" he said slowly as he crawled onto the bed, his face close to her lewdly spread legs.
"I want you to fuck me!" Pauline heard herself say dreamily, and she did want the complete satisfaction she felt sure he could give her. It was only a dream, she lucidly thought, and this wasn't really Harry Peterson hovering down between her licentiously open thighs. Cautiously, he reached out, and she watched his hands as they covered her wildly tingling breasts, squeezing them almost cruelly as he kneaded their soft resiliency, testing their firmness. Then he moved his hands down over her tautened belly, and he grabbed her wrists to force her embedded fingers from her hair-lined vaginal opening. They came out making a slushy sound, and Pauline didn't resist at all, knowing that his warmly pulsating penis would soon be replacing the fingers.
"Man alivet What a sweet little pussy!" Harry groaned as he looked at the glistening pink wonder of her exposed cuntal furrow held open to him. He pushed the young dark-haired bride *s legs out wider than doubled them back until her knees were practically touching her shoulders to completely expose the defenseless pink flesh of her wetly gaping vagina to his lusting gaze. He fairly drooleed at what he saw, and he decided to let her know what he intended to do.
"Baby, I'm going to eat that mouth-watering pussy of yours alive! I'm going to lick it and bite it and drive my tongue clear up inside intil you cum and cum and cum!" His words were like stinging sexual stimuli to her ears, and she nodded, feeling the juices of her seething passage flowing even faster. It was exactly like a dream, the first part of the dream, but she didn't really care, his lewd words excited her so much. He was going to finish what he had started to do that morning in the same room! That was all Pauline cared about and nothing more.
"And you're going to suck my cock while I'm doing it!" Harry concluded, staring commandmgly at her but all this while hoping he hadn't gone too far, too fast with that last remark. Still, though, she seemed agreeable to everything else he'd said. Pauline was both repulsed and excited by the vile words. He was spelling out his demands, and the last part was more than she had expected. But then it all seemed right! Wasn't that what Mark wanted? Why shouldn't she be doing it to his future boss? Especially seeing it was just a dream. It was, wasn't it? Somehow, she wasn't certain any longer.
Pauline didn't have a chance to clear up' the foggy images in her mind. Her long pent-up sexual hunger was taking control of her aroused young body and brain! Now half of her was sure it was all too real, the other half was positive she dreamed. She had no reason to doubt that Harry Peterson was telling the truth about Mark and Vivian, as such a possibility had been the cause of their argument early that morning. If Harry hadn't walked in on her when he did, however, she would have put up a fight that would have made getting through to her exceedingly difficult. But she had been discovered at just the right time, and she wanted Mm to fuck her. And abruptly, all her hidden hungers came spilling out of her lust-constricted throat.
Chapter Seven
"Oh, God! Yesss! Suck my pussy! Pleassseee!" she moaned as the fire of her overwhelming passion raged with uncontrolled urgency. He was going to be demanding, but she didn't care as long as she had his tongue sliding in and out of her cunt.
Harry was beside himself with joy as he stared down at the shameless young girl! Jesus! She was really screaming hot, and he was going to like giving it to her good. His painfully aching cock felt like it would explode from the heavy load of hot thick cum stirring in his balls, but he decided to force himself to be patient. Under the circumstances, he marveled at how lucky he had been in his timing, and he hoped that Vivian kept her young husband away from the place long enough to give him the time to do what he wanted. Leaning across her enticing naked body, he took the pink tip of her swollen breast in his mouth and gently sank his teeth into the rubbery flesh sending a vibrant thrill surging through her lewdly squirming body.
Aroused as never before, the ecstatic young brunette hung on each sensation as his hot hungry mouth covered her tingling nipples, then wet vibrant kisses. Then after a moment, his wetly heated lips were sliding down over her belly, stopping only when they reached the triangle of her silken pubic hair. She was suspended in that instant of time when anticipation of pleasure makes everything seem to stand still, and she wanted to hurry him on to the moment when his heatedly sucking mouth would press into the wildly quivering opening to her pussy.
"Lick me now! Now! I want it so bad!" Pauline pleaded, and she whimpered with overwhelming pleasure when he suddenly pushed his liquid tongue down between the folds of her yearning cunt, making vibrant contact with the hardened bud of her tiny clitoris.
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Oooooouuu! Yessssss!" Pauline hissed. She had been waiting for that moment forever, she thought, and it was every bit as wonderful as she had expected. It was an electric connection of tongue and erotic enchantment, and the rippling pleasure continued to soar even higher when his teeth closed, over the sensitive nerve centers of her erect little clitoris. Her hands instinctively entwined themselves in his hair to pull his face tight against her passionately throbbing pussy. It was fantastic! She loved it -.. loved it! Nothing had been so thrilling as his mouth sucking so ecstatically on her vibrantly aroused clitoris, and she wanted more and more!
Vivian's husband grinned in lewd triumph as he knowledgeably sucked the miniature phallus-like bud up into his mouth, his teeth holding it tightly while his lashing tongue worked over and around it, stroking it wetly in continuous circles that seemed to drive the young bride insane. She began to grind her nakedly quivering hips into the mattress as if directed by his tongue as he ran his hands up over her erotically rippling belly to once again cup and squeeze the lusty resilljence of her full sensuous breasts. His hot mouth and flicking tongue continued their wet assault, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the entire small space of the motor-home. Pauline's long blaek hair began to flail in complete abandon from side to side as he opened his mouth yet wider, moving his laving tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened crevice to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her steaming vagina. His tongue dashed across the elastic-tight pink mouth to her innermost being, teasing the thrashing girl until she was screaming for him to stick his tongue up inside her cunt.
Cruelly, he held back for a few seconds, savoring the pungent taste and smell of her succulent passion-fired young pussy, then he reached down with his fingers and spread the sensitive layers of wet flesh wide apart. The moist pink opening to her cunt seemed to leap up at his face. In spite of his desire to tease her, he couldn't hold back another second, and with a loud groan of lewd hunger he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, driving his stiffened wet tongue up into her hotly dilated cunt. A stream of unintelligible obscenities bubbled out of Pauline's throat as he swirled and flicked his ravaging tongue around inside the velvety interior of her violently throbbing vaginal passage.
He moved his hands up to the bend in her knees, and he pushed them back until they were practically touching her shoulders, exposing her entire genital plain to his passion-glazed eyes. Her warmly perfumed pussy goaded him to deeper and more rapid tongue thrusts, and he was hardly aware of using his nose to scrape her clitoris, of feeling her silken cunt-hairs rubbing both sides of his juice-smeared face. Pauline's animal-like cries of lewd delight resounded around the confines of the small motor-home bedroom. Each deep slash of his hotly licking tongue brought a new moan of pleasure gurgling out of her passion-tightened throat. She had never known such intense pleasure before, and she ground her saliva-moistened, hair-lined pussy up against his laboring face, wanting his long hot tongue deeper, ever deeper, up inside her wildly quivering cunt.
The sensuous thrills racing through her naked young body had taken over the control of her whirling thoughts, and her head was filled with dizzying pictures of the lewd acts- she had witnessed the previous night. She had made a discovery, and it was somehow important to her at that moment as she had suddenly realized the very meaning of delicious sexual involvement... of uninhibited carnal pleasure. It was raw, hungry and sensational, and it was so very important to be whole and complete.
"Ooouuu, yesss! Tongue fuck it... oh God.. .! I love it!" she chanted as the wet seething tongue bore up into her hot gaping passage with greater intensity. It was pure physical heaven, and she wanted more and more of all that Harry offered her. His raging tongue was working at a fever-like pitch, her intensely squirming buttocks jerking beneath each thrilling stab up into her flamed cuntal passage. And then he stopped!
Grinning in obscene triumph at Pauline's loud moan of disappointment, Vivian's husband lifted the young girl's trembling ass-cheeks up higher off the mattress and then moved his tongue downward to the secret, tiny, puckered ring of her virginal anus.
For a moment Pauline felt deflated, and she whimpered, feeling suddenly neglected by the pleasureipving tongue, but then just as suddenly, it struck out like liquid lightning, the searing wet length of it lashing into the tiny forbidden hole with a sluicing -movement that caused the naked young housewife to stiffen in astonishment at this new source of pleasure,
"Oooooouuiihhh!" she wailed as his tongue slithered around the sensitive puckering ring of her eroticaliy stimulated anus, sending chills of shivering delight up the length of her spine, Sensations of lurid joy smashed into her brain with the intensity of an erupting volcano as his hot, stabbing tongue entered the tightly resisting orifice of her excited rectal passage. The shamelessly aroused housewife shuddered uncontrollably beneath the overpowering oral assault, and spasms of wanton rapture rippled furiously through her loins and belly with torrents of sensual pleasure that had completely seized her mind.
Goddamn, the inflamed little bitch was really hot and ready for him, Harry thought as he licked and sucked and drove his stiffened wet tongue into the savory little anal ring, knowing that she was ready for anything he might demand. His hard throbbing cock felt like it was a battering ram, the pressure of his excited blood filling it with swirling passion until it seemed, as if it would burst. He wanted to shove it down her sweet young throat, make her suck its pulsating length all the way down her oral cavity until it was rammed to her hot jerking belly.
He would make her cum with his tongue as he would cum into her young sucking mouth, and then, and only then, would he fuck her the way she obviously needed to be fucked. Jesus though! She was the hottest wildest piece he'd encountered for years. No wonder her husband had tried to keep her hidden on the motor-home. Driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her wildly puckering anal passage until she was actually screaming with a mindless delight, Harry suddenly pulled it free, and in a quick twisting move on the bed, he positioned his heavy throbbing penis right next to Pauline's wide-open mouth. He held his waiting tongue poised over the saliva-soaked hair of her hungrily quivering cunt, his tongue just an inch or so away from her fire-filled clitoris.
"Take it in your mouth, baby! Wrap your soft warm lips around it. And suck, baby, suck!" he demanded, and then knowing instinctively that his lewd order would be obeyed, he plunged his wetly searing tongue back into the depths of her succulent young cunt.
Pauline's brain was a mass of lewdly inspired images, erotic happenings brought back by the spiraling tongue lashing at and into her ecstatic vaginal passage. When she heard the salacious demands this stranger made upon her, she immediately remembered the sight of Vivian Peterson over the strange man. She had sucked the man's huge hard cock into the depths of her constricting throat like it was a delicious ice-cream cone, and Pauline wanted to know that pleasure too! She wanted to take Harry Peterson's long thick penis into her mouth and to have him pump her belly full with his hot, seething cum. With trembling fingers, she reached out for his throbbing penis.
Oh God! It looked so powerful, so vital! Gasping when his tongue again plunged into her cunt, Pauline frantically grabbed his warmly pulsating hardness in her hand, and twisting her head quickly toward it, she flicked her tingy tongue out at the drop of excited pre-ejaculate dripping from the dilated slit at the tip. The hot rubbery flesh of the swollen cock-head jerked to the tantalizing touch of her tongue, and it gave her a sense of power, a feeling that she, too, could offer great pleasure in return for the never-before-felt thrills his wet licking tongue was bringing her.
Feeling the building spasms in her belly grow with each new lick he made on her sensitive pussy-lips, the naked young housewife rolled her own tongue -out at his blood-filled cock-head, licking it with warm saliva as she would a delicious all-day sucker. She used the tip of her tongue like a velvet whip lashing out at the sensitive head, and she rejoiced at the savage response, as it jerked and throbbed with an awesome strength. Then sticking out her tongue beneath the underside of the pole of hardened flesh she opened her mouth wide and took his hotly throbbing cock-head inside her saliva-filled mouth. Harry Petersons whipped his hips forward as the huge pulsating tip slid into her opened mouth, and suddenly the inexperienced young girl felt as if her throat were being pushed down to her belly. Fighting the gagging effect, she closed her jaws slightly around his lust-swollen thickness and began licking and rolling her tongue around the thick throbbing shaft as best she could in her totally-filled mouth.
She could tell by his muffled groans that she was pleasing, him, and she felt an almost overwhelming pride that she was doing it right. Slowly pulling her head back she left long white marks over the surface of his thick organ from the force of her teeth pushing blood away from the white cock-flesh. She then sucked back on it until she was ready to take more of it inside her suddenly watering mouth. The pungent male odor and taste of his seminal fluid filled her nostrils and mouth,, and it excited her into savagely plunging her head down the long, column of hardness wanting to have his cum gushing into her mouth.
Harry Peterson groaned again! Her warmly sucking mouth was fantastic, a swirling machine of liquid pleasure around his burgeoning penis, and by God, the little bitch was actually taking nearly its full length into her soft, warm mouth. Her teeth gently nibbling on it, caused a wild sensation which made his cum-filled balls churn with the need to release his sperm. His wetly smeared face was pressed into the slick narrow passage of her delectable little cunt as she writhed and squirmed frantically trying to get more of her hair-covered pussy-flesh into his mouth. The little bitch was near her climax; there was no doubt about it, and he pumped his hips back and forth, driving his huge hardened cock in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth as his own excitement reached the same pinnacle.
She quickly became used to the thick shaft of the hardened cock-flesh ramming in and out of her tightly compressed lips, and she sucked to make him cum in her mouth at the same time she orgasmed- Reaching her hand up between his muscular thighs in front of her face, Pauline gently cupped the sac containing his heavy balls hanging there just above her eyes, and she started to massage them with her warm palms. Her full sensuous lips were grotesquely distended by ,the huge presence of his pistoning cock, and as she pulled its throbbing hardness inside the oval of her mouth, her lips folded inward with it.
She ran her tongue around the bulbous head as fast as she possibly could, teasing and stroking and whipping it into final explosive submission. It seemed to grow larger with each lunge of her licentiously bobbing head, the thickness of the massive penis stretching and throbbing as it went deeper and deeper down into her gasping throat. She squeezed his sperm-bloated balls with her hand, begging and pleading silently for the hot sticky cum they held, while at the same time her own hungry belly seemed to take flight jnto an ecstasy that she had never known in her life to be even vaguely possible.
Her lovely dark head continued bobbing up and down his wetly glistening penis at a faster and faster pace, while she was savagely grinding her pussy into his lusting face and ravenous tongue, feeling the gathering billows of her orgasm rising. She thought she would go mad if she didn't climax soon, and she grabbed the thick base of his huge penis, pumping furiously with her little hand wrapped tightly around the staff, mashing his wiry pubic hair against his groin as she avidly sucked with the maximum power of her greedy throat, urgently, desperately wanting him to meet the intolerable passion raging in her belly.
It was obvious that the wantonly squirming little bitch was almost there Harry thought, and he drove his fiery tongue deep into the hot clasping depths of her cunt.
Her tight vaginal muscles contracted suddenly around his distended tongue and she moaned from way down in the boiling pit of her throat as her waiting belly roiled with one monumental spasm of erupting delight. She shoved her wildly convulsing cunt up hard against his face and tongue and wailed in lewd delight as the juices of her cumming flowed like angry honey from her passion-wracked pussy. With a long whining sign rumbling deep in her throat, she began cumming! Every muscle, every nerve and ragged fiber of her exploding body was sensitive to a fantastically overwhelming rapture that erotically tore through her. She was launched on a ride to sensual heaven and it was a soaring, bursting, firework display above and below and all around her, as the screaming release flooded her pulsating cuntal passage with hot gurgling liquid. Harry sucked and licked at her frantically quivering vagina like a mad, starving animal after food, as his huge, hard cock swelled up to tremendous size and he rammed its thick length down deeply into her open anticipating throat.
Her mouth closed tightly around his madly jerking cock, and her hand mechanically pumped the short length that remained outside as his cum-laden balls at least released their heated sperm from captivity. His white hot semen made the maddeningly sensational trip' up the long thick length of his convulsing cock, and blasted out from the huge swollen tip as it were shot from a cannon.
The sudden blast of cum deep in her throat almost caught the voraciously sucking young brunette unaware, and her greedly little mouth was filled with a spurting hot liquid which gushed and spewed down her open throat. Gulping as fast as she could, she again tasted the delectably pungent heat of his cum, only this time it was in huge boiling amounts. She was being flooded with it, and she had to suck furiously to keep up with the tremendous load. It was like icing on a cake as the realization of his climax hit her, and the thought again sent her nakedly writhing body into fantastic spasms of ultimate joy. She had never realized anything could be so thrilling, and loving each and every part of it, she lapped at his hotly ejaculating cock, licking and pulling in all of its heated sperm to gulp down into her unquenchable belly. This was what she had been hungrily waiting for, and she was getting it in a volume that made her forever a slave to the mystic powers of male virility. He was male! She was female! And never again as long as she lived would she doubt her femininity ... or her power.
Harry was out of his mind with joy as he gleefully went on cumming into the young housewife's softly sucking mouth. Jesus! She was far more sexy than he'd dreamed possible, and he thought he could go on cumming forever. He continued lapping at the aromatic secretions that spilled out of her wetly quivering cunt around his working tongue, and he simply couldn't keep up with the passionately heated outflow. It ran down the fleshy crevice of her lushly twisting buttocks, bathing and clinging to her puckered little anus before dripping like silvered honey on the mattress below.
Finally it was over, her sweet little pussy contracted one last time around his tongue, and then she dropped her head back from his deflating cock. Harry Peterson pulled away and crouched between her legs, looking up at the girl's face, and -his mouth formed into a lewd grin as he saw a thin string of his sperm was still attached from the tip of his near-limp cock to her full reddened lips. She was breathing heavily, but not too much to prevent her from running her tongue around her lips to lap up the remaining drops of his hot semen.
Jesus, this wonderful little cunt was too much, and Harry wasn't about to end their little games there. He sat up between her obscenely spread legs, his eyes glowing with a male heat when he looked down at the tight opening to her saliva-glistening pussy. For sure, he was going to fuck her in another second or his name wasn't Harry Peterson!
"Did you like that, baby?" he asked knowing damn well that she did.
Pauline could only nod in response to his question, and she wasn't really sure what he meant. She was feeling almost delerious, not sure of what had just happened to her, and she really was unable to comprehend what he was implying. The bedroom was spinning in her mind* as she had not yet come down from the ecstatic heights to which she'd been sent to.
Harry took a deep breath, already feeling the virile throbbing of another erection, and he moved over closer to Pauline's pretty face. He put his mouth closer to her ear, and in a very low whisper, he told her, "Get ready, baby. Spread your legs, 'cause daddy's gonna show you what fucking's all about."
Mark's naked young bride gazed smokily up at. him. She trembled in erotic anticipation. "Yesss . .." she hissed. "Yes . . . show me." And then, with trembling hands she reached up, pulled his face down to hers and kissed him with a savage hunger, driving her tongue deep into his mouth . .. and tasting the elixir of her o.wn lust-fired cunt.. ..
Mark set down his plate of food, wondering why he had been unable to spot Harry Peterson. He looked down the beach toward the large motor-home, wondering if the businessman had gone there, but he didn't see a sign of anyone being on board. It was making him nervous, because he was having trouble keeping away from Harry's wife. He turned back around, noticing that Vivian was watching him, and he smiled at her.
"You're not eating very much, Mark. Don't you like the food?" she asked sweetly. She reached over and patted his bare knee for the fifth time in five minutes. "Didn't your Mama every tell you that you have to eat to stay healthy?" She hoped that she wasn't being too obvious in her advances, but she liked the way it made the young husband so nervous when she touched him.
"It's delicious, Vivian ... You forget that is my second plateful!" he answered. She was so goddamn sexy sitting there in her scanty bikini. Christ, the thing hardly covered her! If she wasn't married to Harry Peterson, he'd sure like to hop in the sack with her. Shit! He wished her husband was around. One minute Harry was practically offering him a position with his company, and then he's gone. Mark felt sure that the impression he was making on Vivian was an essential part of his getting somewhere with the wealthy businessman, but he wondered if Harry guessed what kind of impression he'd really like to make on his voluptuous wife.
"I don't blame you for not finishing your food," Vivian said casually. "It really is too damn hot!" she added fanning herself with her hand. She figured that it was time to finish her part of the plan, and even if it wasn't, she felt like going ahead anyway. She was too anxious to share in the fun, and arriving a little early might be interesting. She set her plate of food down on the sand, then kneeling close to Mark, she leaned her face in until her mouth nearly touched his ear.
"Let's go for a swim, huh?" she whispered.
"Sure, that sounds good!" Mark answered, automatically, his pulse beating faster from her closeness.
"I want you' to show me your motor-home.," she added, and she stood up before Mark could answer. She started walking toward the water immediately, and Mark ran quickly up behind her.
"My wife's out there . .. Feeling under the weather!" He didn't know what to make of Vivian's request, but he was hoping he could somehow change her mind.
"I'd like to meet her," she immediately answered, but then she looked at him and smiled. "What's the matter? You afraid she might go for a swim and leave us alone on your boat?" she made her comment sound suggestive on purpose, and she saw that the disturbed young husband didn't miss it.
Mark followed Harry's fair-haired wife into the water, wondering why she had so suddenly wanted to go see his motor-home. It wasn't the home he minded showing her, but Pauline. He was certain that his bride was still angry, and there was no telling how she would treat Vivian when they unexpectedly showed up. Christ, it was possible the whole job possibility could be blown all to hell with one wrong word. The Petersons were easy going; there was no questions about that, and they were definitely not the type to be brought into a dispute over his wife's sexual inadequacies. But Vivian was determined to go see his motor-home, so he thought he'd better stay up with her so she wouldn't go over alone. He swam faster, until he was alongside Vivian, and she suddenly reached out, grabbing him around the waist. , "Ooohhh! I can't swim!" she playfully yelled, rubbing her loins against his groin, seeing his face flush with excitement.
He laughed at her little game, but, Jesus, he could just imagine what Pauline would say if she was watching them in the water. Vivian's ripely straining breasts pushed into his chest as she grabbed him tighter, and in spite of himself, his restlessly stirring cock began to harden. She was really too damn sexy, he thought, and he wanted to kiss her right then and squeeze, her big breasts in his hands. He was almost tempted to pull her under the water and do it, but she suddenly pushed away from him and started swimming toward the motor-home again.
"Come on, Mark! I'll race you!" she yelled after him.
He put on his best form in the water, but he was only above to get to the beach at the same time as she. He quickly jumped up onto the deck, then turned around to help Vivian. She held her hand up to him, and as he lifted her up out of the water, he couldn't help staring at her lushly offered breasts. The bikini top she was wearing was so tight that it forced most of her wetly gleaming flesh to protrude out around it, and he was secretly hoping that the strap holding it on would break.
"Thank you, Mark darling," Vivian said, intentionally. She knew that he expected his wife to be within earshot, and she wanted to see if he would cringe from her choice of words. He did, but only slightly.
Mark turned toward the door to the living room, wondering if Pauline was waiting in the living area, but he didn't see her inside. He motioned Vivian to follow him, and as he walked inside, he was going to call Pauline's name, but the sound he heard stopped him in his tracks. .
Chapter Eight
"Ooouuuuuu, yessssss! Fuck me like that, dadddyyyyyy!"
Jesus Christ! That was Pauline's voice! He didn't want to believe, that he had heard her words correctly, but somehow he knew it was true. He completely forgot about Vivian in his excitement to get to the back of the motor-home where the bedroom was, so he didn't notice Harry*s lewdly grinning wife quickly stripping off her bikini.
"Ooohhh! Yeeessssss! Like thatttttt! Pauline groaned as Harry drove his hotly throbbing penis to the very depths of her wetly inflamed cuntal passage. He had entered her with his mammoth cock ever so slowly, and it had seemed to take hours. She had moaned and groaned and whimpered every inch of the way, until finally she had clawed his back and used her calves against his buttocks to make him give her all of his long thick hardness.
"What the hell!" Mark couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his .wife's nakedly writhing body, legs jackknifed back to her shoulders, and Harry Peterson driving his powerful hips down between them, fucking her! He was stunned, and he staggered back in total disbelief, his mind spinning in an attempt to make sense out of the scene. His shout stopped Harry's partial withdrawal from Pauline's wetly clasping cunt, and he half-turned to look back over his shoulder at the outraged young man. Pauline was so shamelessly aroused that she didn't even hear her husband's shout, but she looked over at him when Harry stopped his wonderfully pistoning movement in and out of her rippling vaginal passage.
"So you're finished are ya?" Harry casually said to Mark, and he motioned with his eyes down at Pauline. "She's not bad at all... How did you like the way my wife fucked?"
Mark was dumbfounded. Harry was suggesting that he'd been playing around with Vivian, that, supposedly, to excuse what he was doing to Pauline. But, he knew he hadn't been doing anything to Vivian! Did Harry really believe that he had?
The stunned young husband didn't know what to do, everything was so confusing. And the worst of it was that his wife was wildly responding to the fucking she was getting from Harry Peterson! Jesus! She had never acted like that for him! All he could think to do was tell Vivian to explain that he had been doing nothing, even though such an explanation would certainly not undo what was already done. When he turned to call to Harry's fair-haired wife, he suddenly realized that he and Pauline, too, had been tricked. The voluptuous Vivian was standing right behind him, and she was totally naked! With her looking like that, how could he possibly say that nothing had happened between them and make even his own wife believe it!
"Christ, am I going insane?" he shouted.
"Come now, Mark! Don't be a child .. . Join the party!" Harry said, and he turned back around and slowly began thrusting his wetly glistening cock in and out of the hair-lined hole up between Pauline's obscenely spread legs.
The young brunette moaned in delight and her eyelids fluttered.
"Pauline! How... you..." He was lost for words, as she was obviously not listening to him, anyway. His wantonly writhing wife was totally and completely absorbed with the pleasures she was getting from Harry, and he knew that she was absolutely convinced that he'd been fucking Vivian ... so it was all right for her too. He felt like hitting someone or something, but he was too dumbfounded to figure out what to do. It was Vivian that answered his need, as if she had been reading his mind all along.
"Why don't you take her asshole? I'm sure that's still virgin!" Her remark was.slightly catty, but it was the answer to his complete frustration. He would be able to finally get Pauline in a sexual way that was as bizarre as possible and to punish her at the same time ... it would serve the frigid bitch right for being so uptight all these past months!
"Goddamn it, I will! he snarled, yanking his wet swimsuit down over his hips. His rapidly growing cock was already half-hard, and it was becoming fully erect just thinking about having anal intercourse with her while Harry Peterson took her vaginally. He no longer cared about the possible job with Harry Peterson's firm. Fuck it! It was a matter of pride, of pent-up sexual energy that he cared about then, and that was all.
"Roll her over, Harry! Right now, damnit! I'm going to fuck her asshole!" His voice was quivering, but there was no mistaking his command. Harry drove his rigidly pulsating cock deep up into the young wife's wetly clasping vagina, then holding it there, he pulled her tightly to his body and did as Mark had asked by rolling over so that her buttocks were defenselessly exposed on top.
Pauline suddenly was shocked into complete awareness. Her womb was on fire from the delectable effects of Harry's energetic fucking, and when the businessman suddenly rolled over with her, she abruptly put together what was happening. Mark was intending to take her anally while Harry impaled her cunt! Oh God! It wasn't possible. It would kill her, she thought, and she moaned loudly as her naked young husband moved up onto the bed.
"No! Please! You'll kill meeeeee!" she pleaded, her mind a mass of confused thoughts. She had seen Vivian standing there too, and she was naked! Had Mark brought her there that way? Was he surprised to have caught her in the arms of Harry Peterson? God, if her body wasn't so hot she would fight them all, but she wanted so to be fucked! Harry held her tightly, his cock impaled its full length in her moistly burning cunt, and his legs kept her thighs wide apart, leaving her defenseless little anus open to Mark's assault. She was positive it was going to hurt and hurt badly. She began to struggle frantically.
"Hold her goddamnit, Harry. Hold her."
The businessman laughed coarsely and wrapped his arms tighter around her struggling young body. "Now, Pauline honey," he said, "just relax. You're going to love what your husband's going to do to your sweet little asshole."
"Oh ... no ... please!" she whimpered.
Mark crawled up between her trembling widespread legs and put his face close to the joined flesh to see Harry's thick cock shoved deep in his wife's gaping hair-lined cunt. Her position was such that the smooth white cheeks of her buttocks were spread wide apart, exposing her virginal little anus in the moistened crevice just above the thick, glistening stump buried in her visibly throbbing pussy. She obviously had taken Harry's penis, but then she had never been fucked in the ass before. He knew that it was going to be tight, and it would hurt at first... but to hell with that! Without saying a word, he probed into the snugly resistant passage with his out-stretched middle finger to prepare it for the greater entry to come. "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Noooooo!" she moaned, the sudden thrust of his invading finger into her sensitive anal opening seared through her belly like a hot poker. Yet, her body shivered with a lewd anticipation. She had been wrong, and he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his long hard cock up into her virginal rectum, sodomize her, just like she had seen Harry doing to Vivian on the beach, only it would be different because someone was fucking into her cunt at the same time! In spite of all her doubts, a masochistic excitement took hold of her mind as his finger sawed in mid out of her wildly puckering anus, enlarging her tight rectal passage for the entrance of his thick punishing cock.
Worming his finger into the tiny clasping hole, Mark suddenly no longer cared about the trickery that had brought them into such a condition. The idea of sodomizing the woman who had rejected him for over a year was all that dominated his thoughts, and the lewd excitement made him impatient. Pauline moaned continuously, but gradually began squirming her naked buttocks back against the unnatural assault as he screwed his finger in and out of her tight spongy anus.
He could feeLHarry's lust-hardened cock making short impatient strokes in her cuntal passage through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two channels. Pulling his finger out of her clasping anal ring with a lewd popping noise, Mark couldn't wait any longer either. His churning balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't hurry and he leaned forward across her back, the blunt tip of his blood-swollen penis pushing hard against the softly yielding crevice of her ass~cheeks. Harry was holding her tightly now as the angry young husband began to slowly worm his bloated cock-head inside the tiny opening, his long rock-hard cock throbbing with a mindless desire.
"Uuuuuuggghhh!" Pauline grunted, as the thickened shaft stretched her tight anal ring, wondering how she would ever survive the punishment of her body. He lurched hard forward again, and suddenly the pain really was too much to bear. She couldn't take it... It was going to kill her!
"Nnnnnnoooooo!" she screamed wildly in useless protest. She tried to lurch away from the mounting pressure, but she was helplessly pinned, completely vulnerable to the two passion-crazed men. Mark ignored his wife's outraged wails by shoving his hips forward with all his strength, and gradually he felt her tightly clenched rectal lips give way to his force: Pushing with all his might, his thickened cock-head suddenly popped inside, the tiny mouth closing onto it like a hot velvety tray.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" The brutally impaled young wife cried in agony as her tight little ai"_ was expanded to an impossible size, the searing pain of his entry smashing into her brain like a thunder-bolt. She desperately tried to twist away from the cruel impalement, but there was no escaping either man now. Oh God! She was skewed by both of their hotly throbbing penises. The cringing dark-haired housewife was absolutely helpless against their strength. And yet, Harry's warmly pulsating cock buried deep up inside her vagina felt so good. She couldn't deny that! The sudden conflict between pain and pleasure was overwhelming, yet somehow it seemed the natural result of her experiences that day. She didn't understand why, but she gave up fighting, resigned to her punishment, welcoming her total defilement.
Mark felt her resistance give way, and pushing his hips forward, he drove his hardened pole of enraged flesh several inches up into the hot spongy tunnel, making Pauline scream again. The strong sphincter muscle of her lewdly stretched anal passage clamped tightly around his throbbing hardness, but it only served to make him more anxious. He had to bury it all the way up inside, and shoving forward with all his pent-up lust and anger, his long thick cock plowed smoothly up into her rectum. The soft rubbery wails parted slowly before his boring hardness. He rammed forward into her nakedly thrusting body until his groin smashed hard and flattened against her softly yielding white buttocks.
"Uuuuuuggghhhmmmmmm!" The impaled young brunette felt as if a sizzling hot crowbar had cruelly been jammed up into her rectum, as if someone were trying to split her in two! Her entire cock-impaled loins were stretched to incredible size, two monsters hungrily throbbing to tear at her belly, sandwiching her helplessly between. Yet, the initial pain in her forever-stretched rectum didn't affect the intensely raging heat in her lust-impassioned body at all; in fact, it only seemed to heighten her already unbelievable rapture. It was a masochistic blend of pain and passion, and the vibrant sensations in her quivering hot belly brought her a furious joy.
"Get going will ya?" Harry groaned from beneath her, his cock pulsating with furious excitement. Actually, he was already fighting to keep from cumming.
"Damn it's tight!" Mark answered, his hard penis throbbing with urgency, wanting to fuck deeper and deeper up into her hotly clutching rectum. The tip of his painfully squeezed cock tingled with excited lust as he arched his hips back, awkwardly trying to pick up the rhythm of Harry's thick brutal cock fucking into his wife's hotly steaming eunt from below.
Vivian had leaned close to watch Mark's thick sodomizing penis skewer into Pauline's tiny and now obscenely expanded anus, the salacious rape causing her to pant in covetous lust. Pauline's wet loins seemed to be impossibly stretched by the two rapacious cocks. The raw elastic-like flesh of her anus and cunt had flowered open to the twin assault, however, and Pauline's cries were obviously beginning to change in tone. She was liking it... loving it!
Harry Peterson's naked wife moved around the bed so that she could clearly see the young brunette's bride pretty face, and the image she saw was almost unreal. Pauline's eyes were fluttering open and shut, and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them. Her moist little tongue circled hungrily around her laxly parted lips, and the tension was that of extreme erotic pleasure-. . - of an overwhelming lust. Suddenly, Vivian had to share in the orgy!
Oh God, Pauline thought, how fantastically wonderful! I never dreamed such pleasure existed! It was as if all of her being had become a sexual receptacle, her mind, arms, legs, thighs, breasts, belly, loins, and every pore was a wildly vibrating part of her aroused young body. She loved it, and the more bizarre, the better! The two lustfully pounding pounding cocks were driving relentlessly into her responding loins, her husband's ramming sensationally into her puckering anal passage, while simultaneously, Vivian's husband's pulsating thickness fucking into her burning cunt from below. She was being buffeted like a helpless rag-doll as they worked furiouly for their climax. The wanton young brunette helped them as she began to undulate her naked body between the two men, her lushly rounded buttocks moving in tiny abandoned circles.
"Oh, God! Fuck me! Oh, yeeeeeessssss! Fuck me hard!" Pauline cried out loudly, and the two men answered her lewd request with thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep up into her belly at the same time, then again withdrawing their madly throbbing cocks only to stroke inward again. Harry's powerful hips would angle up off the mattress, shoving his thickened penis into the wetly clasping depths of her vagina, while at the same time, Mark kneeling behind her thrust forward with maniacal fury, his long hot cock probing into the fleshy tunnel of her clutching rectum.
Pauline squeezed rectally and cuntally at the driving rods of hard flesh, wanting desperately to milk them of all the hot, joyous sperm they contained. Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of passion, but when suddenly she saw the silken patch of blonde pubic hair moving close to her lips, she understood immediately who it was and what was to be done.
Vivian spread her eagerly trembling legs out wide, positioning her seething cunt so that it was open and accessible to Pauline's gasping mouth. She wailed as the wantonly aroused brunette quickly flicked her hot little tongue against the hair-lined target. Pauline was like a wild animal, anxious now to try everything, to lap up the aroused genital juices that flowed hotly from "Vivian's wetly palpitating pussy. Her tongue snaked into the moist pink crevice like a hot probe, sliding smoothly down the coral-hued valley until it found the nibbling opening of her vagina. She quickly licked around the gaping hole, sucking all of the warm secretions hungrily up into her insatiable young mouth. .Then, just as if she had been practicing lesbian love all her life, she stretched her tongue out its full length and thrust it deep up into the frantic blonde's steaming passage while her lips sucked greedily at the heatedly quivering pussy flesh.
"Oooooouuuuuu, yessssss! Suck it like that!" Vivian's voice was a cry of ecstatic depravity as she entangled her fingers in Pauline's long raven-black hair.
It was almost too unreal to believe, but it was happening to both him and his wife, Mark thought. They were caught up in some sexual game of winner takes all, and it was really out of sight. Pauline's anal ring around his thick skewering cock-shaft was unbelievably tight and he thrust smoothly up into her hot buttery depths. She was thrashing and trembling, her cuntal and rectal muscles flexing and unflexing with velvety power; and the young husband knew she was near the climax of her life.
It "was there, all there, and Pauline-feeling the storm about to burst inside her, couldn't think of anything that would make her more happy! She was surrounded, drenched and saturated with the ultimate of justful, erotic pleasures, giving and taking all at once, and it was driving her to sensual heights beyond vision. She had the taste and scent to go with the sensations in her wildly rippling twin holes, and she would soon feel it all culminating in both her vagina and rectum. It was complete fulfillment she sought, and she was soaring now to reach the mysterious peak. A peak she would never let go of for long.
