They used to call such things "a marriage of convenience". The bride was a young woman, extremely inexperienced, almost childish. The groom was a man of the world, cosmopolitan, and it was considered a tribute to his character that he'd chosen to share his know-how and wealth with a younger woman. And when such a relationship became consecrated by the church and the state, it was considered to be inviolate.
Today, such marriages occur frequently, and though they are not called by the same name, the facts are much alike. There is one key difference: no wedding vows, no laws, rules, regulations, no etiquette can keep such a marriage together should things go bad.
THE TIMID BRIDE is a story about two people who make big presumptions about one another and who discover big differences in those attitudes fundamental to a successful marriage. Cindy marries Larry Hanger because she thinks that an older man, a gentleman and wisened in the ways of the world, will make her feel comfortable in her new home in the suburbs. Early on, however, she discovers that it's not enough just to be comfortable, that she must provide for her new husband in ways she never dreamed possible! Here is a story with a definite twist on the usual generational plots, one which amplifies and details the important issues of a coupling between an older man and a younger woman.
Timid readers stand forewarned! We consider it our responsibility to tell you here and now that this is AN ADULT NOVEL! We have not censored this book in any way whatsoever. The edition of THE TIMID BRIDE that you hold in your hands is just as it was the day we first read it. There has been no attempt made to soften the image of the artist who created this insightful, exciting book. For the story that follows is one that is, in the final analysis, a very common one, one which many couples find themselves living out on a daily basis. If people like Cindy and Larry would read THE TIMID BRIDE, perhaps in the long run their lives would be just a little less complicated.
With no further delay, then, we invite you to enjoy as we did John Wilson's latest novel, an intense journey into the world of coupling and inexperience, THE TIMID BRIDE.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
"What is it? What is it?" cried Cindy Hanger excitedly as her husband climbed into his car in the driveway.
"It's a surprise," he said. "Not to be opened until I turn the corner. It has to do with what we spoke about last night. .." And with that, shut the door to his car.
"I can't wait," she cried, shaking the brown parcel from side to side. "What's in it?"
The car pulled back and out of the driveway. Cindy waved from the front porch as she watched the red tail lamps disappear up the street in the early morning fog that enveloped Dover City that damp February Tuesday. "Goodbye, darling," she cried after her- new husband.
"Goodbye ... goodbye ... goodbye ..." she murmured on her way off the porch and back inside the small but cozy two-storey house into which she and her new husband had moved the month before. Why be so dramatic? After all, he's going to be back this afternoon ... He's only going to work ... She stopped in front of the hallway mirror and shook the shoe-box sized package which she held in both hands. Then she glanced at herself instead of the package.
The silky blue house coat suited her well, giving her pink-white baby skin a radiant glow. She had a porcelain complexion, and even without the benefit of morning makeup, her cheeks were a rosy hue of crimson on a background of snow white. Her thick, mauve lips outlined a large, pretty clown red mouth, and her long, slender jaw line, rising upwards on her proud, big-eyed face, was undeniably sexy. She gave herself a saucy enough smile, and then her eyes caressed tenderly downwards in the silver glass, accepting the voluptuous shape that hid there in front of her under the simple blue housecoat.
"My! Oh my! I certainly am the vain one this morning!" she told herself with a sharp smile full of bright white teeth. She shook a finger at herself, saying softly, "Tetch, tetch . . ."
Cindy Hanger pulled away from the mirror the way a piece of metal comes undone from a magnet, quickly and with a kind of attraction still holding her to it, as if she were breaking free of some indomitable force. In the living room, she sank into the overstuffed downy soft sofa on the arm of which still rested her morning coffee.
"Now," she said aloud, taking a sip of the tepid light brown mixture of cream, coffee, and sugar, "let's see what we shall see!"
She shook the package which she'd rested in her lap from side to side. There was a slight bumping sensation, as if something solid on the inside bounced around between the sides of the box. She thought about what Larry had said: "It has to do with what we spoke about last night ..."
Whatever could he mean? We spoke about so many things. . ! She began unwrapping the brown paper and soon revealed that it was indeed a shoebox. Shoes? We didn't speak about shoes ... We were going to bed ... and we talked about books and ... and about sex... and-Just then she pulled the lid off the box and saw that it contained, among other things, a note from her new husband, a sheath of rolled magazines, and an unmarked jar of some sort of paste or grease. Also, there was a plain white second box, rectangular and heavy, in the center of the wrapped magazines.
First she read the note:
Darling, I'm quite sure that you'll be shocked and a little hurt perhaps that I've gone so far as to get you these things. But my inclinations usually turn out to be right. Don't be mad at me. Try these things out at your leisure. We don't even have to talk about them if you don't want to. I just have an idea that you might enjoy yourself a little more, that's all. And if you enjoy yourself a little more, then so will I. It's a long life that we intend to live together, and the better we are at some of the basics, the better we'll be at everything else ...
All my love,
Larry
Even before the magazines unfolded in her hands, blossoming like some rare breed of exotically blooming flower, Cindy Hanger's childlike face filled with a bright red blush. There were three folios, the first of which displayed on the front cover a colorful slick photo of a young woman holding her breasts, pointing them upwards, her mouth aiming downwards, her tongue extended trying to reach the excited, reddened tips of her own nipples.
"Gawd!" shrieked Cindy, averting her eyes and looking away from the, cover of the magazine which she held in her hands. It was as if she expected to be punished at that very minute, just for looking at the cover of the magazine.
She looked around the living room and then back at the second magazine. On the cover of that one a young black man stood nakedly at the side of a pretty, older white woman, his cock rubbing against the white woman's thighs. "Sheeze," groaned Cindy, trying not to look at the distended, blood engorged bluish cap of the black man's penis as she quickly shuffled the magazines, "what does Larry think he's trying to get me to do!?! These are awful ... obscene ... disgusting. . . !"
And then she sneaked a look at the last magazine cover, and before she could close her eyes on that one, her brain had registered the debauching pose of a man approaching a young girl from the rear, his cock stiff as a fence post, the head of it thick and swollen with arousal, and the girl's rear-end vulnerable as a piece of freshly cracked-open fruit! "Oh, Gawd, damn, Larry..." she hissed aloud, offended that he would even think of her in such terms. "This is awful!"
She set the magazines, the shoe-box and the other things it contained aside and sat for a moment fuming, nervously sipping her coffee, trying to keep from thinking about what her husband intended her to do with such magazines as these. She drew a deep breath and tried to relax. Then her curiosity got the best of her and she picked up the rectangular box which had been inside the rolled magazines.
It was a plain unmarked tubular affair, and it seemed to contain something heavy and solid. She undid one end of the box and pulled out the big, strangely shaped plastic thing which was inside. It looked to Cindy Hanger's innocent untrained eyes like a water pic. "What on earth..." she hissed at the thing, and discovering a button at the back of the handled bullet-shaped apparatus, flicked it on. It shook in her hand, softly whirring. Then it dawned on the young wife what she held in her palm.
"Oh, Gawd ... Lar-ry!" she hissed at the thing and turned it off. One quick glance at the jar of paste and she understood that it was clearly some sort of new-f angled lubricant ... and she also understood that he'd purchased all of these things in order to get her to "loosen up", as he'd put it the previous night, in order to get her to think differently about things having to do with SEX.
She quickly gathered the magazines, the note, the vibrator and the lubricant back into the shoe box. She stuffed the wrapper into the box, too, and tried to deny to herself as she headed upstairs with the opened parcel that she'd been in any way excited by the color photos or by the idea of having and owning her own plastic, battery-operated power dildo. It was, as far as she was concerned-all of this either here nor there. Sex was for when one made love, not for pleasure, and no matter how lewd a display Larry tried to make with the pictures and the tools, she would not be the kind of young housewife who toyed and played with her own body and flesh as if it were just so much clay for fun!
Not me!
Never!
Yet even as she put away the box, sliding it with her tiny white foot under the big unmade double bed, she had a kind of inkling that this would not be the last time she'd be in touch with the box that contained her new husband's strange gift.
"I'll make the bed later," she hissed on her way from the bedroom, flicking off the lights. "Boy, does he have a lot of nerve!" Trying to stay angry, she slammed the door behind her.
* * *
But later in the day, standing in front of the kitchen sink wearing only a pair of cotton white shorts and a blouse, her otherwise naked thighs were coated with goose bumps as she attempted to put out of her mind flashes of the color photos from the magazines. It was everything she could do to finish the dishes before dashing upstairs, pulling out the shoe box of goodies, and sitting thumbing through the pages of the forbidden folios.
"He must be crazy ... if he thinks I'm gonna do something like that!" she exclaimed out loud as her eyes distended upon glancing at a young woman on hands and knees hovering over a studly young man on his back, his cock in her hands, the thickened blood-engorged cap pressing into her lips. "That thing could choke a horse!"
Quickly, she flipped the page and discovered yet another obscene scene, one that involved two women and a young man. One of the women had cherry red hair and was probably forty years old. She was crouched over a man who was on his back. Her legs were widespread and her loins hung downwards on either side of his face in such a manner that her cunt lips were spread at the opening of his mouth. His tongue was pressed upwards into the splayed and glistening wet flesh of her hungrily widespread pussy! The other woman sat on her haunches over the man's groin. She had a glazed look in her eyes and she was reaching out and supporting and balancing herself over the man's cock and balls by holding onto the first, red-headed woman's breasts and shoulders. This second woman's cunt was penetrated by the man's upwardly jutting hardened cock. It was clear from the photo that his hips were rising, that the stiffened hardness was going further and further up into the belly of the young woman!
"Oh, Jeeze!" hissed Cindy Hanger, hardly able to tolerate the spectacle of so lewd and bizarre an embrace for more than a few seconds. She quickly shut the magazine and pondered out loud: "What should I do with these things? He must be nuts if he thinks I'm gonna get into one of these swinger scenes or anything like it!"
Her eyes caught sight of the power dildo on the floor of the shoe-box. She wondered if she would dare to try it out. She picked it up off the floor and held it in her hand, considering the thing. Then an idea flashed through her mind.
She quickly picked up the bedside phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. "Hullo, Angela? Angela, I want you to come over here. This is a lady's emergency. I need you here right away. Don't ask questions. I'm upstairs ... Good. Thanks." She hung up. "Angela knows about such things," she mumbled aloud. "She'll be able to tell me for sure ..."
* * *
Twenty minutes later there was a skid of brakes and the sound of a car door opening. Cindy looked out from the bedroom window, and upon seeing that it was her girlfriend Angela, wearing tight white levies and a cotton t-shirt, climbing away from the car up the driveway toward the house, she rushed downstairs to meet her.
At the front door, she remarked offhandedly to Angela, "Do you never wear a brassiere, Angela?"
The other blonde stroked her long, wavy hair back behind her head and smiled, "Cindy, don't you know that it doesn't matter if you wear a brassiere or not? Really, darling, I don't think that's why you called me over here."
"N-No," stammered Cindy, "it's not. I've called you here about a little gift that my husband gave me. I figured you'd know if I should use it or not."
"I'm not very big on kitchen utensils," said Angela with a kind of innocent dumbness coming into her eyes. "Is it something for the kitchen? Because if it is, well, I just never knew much about that kind of thing and-"
"No," said Cindy impatiently, "it's not for the kitchen. Would that it were, in fact!" She started up the stairs. "Come on, follow me."
On the way to the bedroom, Cindy considered that her friendship with Angela Heet went back a long ways. She'd met Angela in eighth grade and they'd spent a lot of time that year and the one after talking about boys and what you could and couldn't do with them. Then Angela started going steady every other month with a new fellow, and Cindy and she fell apart. Of course, it was always Angela who had the most fun, going to parties, meeting people, parking, carrying on and telling the best stories. In Senior Year they renewed their friendship a bit, but it wasn't quite the same. For one thing, Angela Heet had been having intercourse with just whomsoever she pleased, whenever it pleased her, and that was not something that Cynthia Hanger cared to do. Well, not that she didn't care to do that, but that she couldn't bring herself to do that! They certainly were the odd couple, when you got right down to it, and there really was no accounting for their long time friendship except in the ironic ways that people get to know each other in spite of what appears to be their basic differences.
Cindy flung open the bedroom door. Spread across the massive bed were the items that Larry had purchased-the magazines, the dildo and the grease.
"Say, Cindy Hanger! You're not trying to seduce me, are you?" asked Angela, her big eyes widening some as she regarded the strange display.
"Angela, this is serious," said Cindy, her voice cracking a bit with nervousness.
"That's what I got for a present this morning. From my new husband!"
"Larry gave you all of this?" said Angela, stepping forward and flipping through the pages of one of the magazines, and then with one finger stroking lightly across the power dildo, as if to define it by her feathery touch. "What's he up to?"
"We're not getting on that well in one department..."
"Let me try and guess which one," said Angela, her eyes bright and her face an expression of cheerfulness. "Oh me oh my ... So you called up of Angela, your friendly sex counselor, is that it?"
"Well, not exactly," said Cindy, sitting on the side of the bed and crossing her long, smooth pink-white thighs. Her shorts rode up on her hips and her buttocks could be seen at the edges of her thighs, slightly peeking out.
Angela's eyes dilated imperceptibly as she watched the inhibited young bride explaining her situation. She liked listening to other people describe their sex problems and achievements, and this in particular was a rare treat. For she'd known Cindy for a long, long time, and to hear about such things as this from someone who one knew was indeed interesting.
Gesturing to the implements and the magazines and the lubricant every now and then, Cindy went on and on telling about how she had never had oral sex with any man, about how she even regretted petting in high school, about how she'd married Larry Hanger without so much as a second thought about sex, and about how she'd expected that things would eventually work out ... one way or another.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," said Angela, her breasts rising and falling in anticipation of something she expected the other woman to say. "So what can I do for you?" she finally asked bluntly and outright.
"You-You-You can show me how to use these things!"
"What? You're kidding of course!"
"No Angela, I'm not! You're experienced. You're not inhibited. I'll even pay you!" Cindy blurted. "I don't want to be a prude. And I don't have time to go to a sex-workshop. And I have lots of inhibitions. I figured that if I saw you doing it ... well ... then-"
"Not on your life," said Angela. "You must think I'm some kind of-some kind of-I don't know what!"
"No, I don't. But you are a go-go dancer ... and I just thought you were a friend who might show me a little, that's all. Just show me what it's like is all."
Angela shook her head and paced to the bedroom window, her rear end swinging tightly left and right. Cindy watched the other girl and then said, "Please? I won't tell anyone. I promise."
For a moment Angela Heet would not turn around. Then, slowly but surely, a big wide grin on her thick, moist lips, she turned slowly back and nodded. "Alright,
I'll do it!"
"Oh, say, I really appreciate it," said Cindy. "Really Angela, I won't forget this." She quickly cleared the bed of the magazines and the other items and sat down in a chair alongside. "Okay, I've got this stuff out of the way. If there's anything you need, just tell me, and I'll get it."
"Sure," said Angela, blushing a little and then sitting down on the side of the bed so as to take off her shoes. "First thing you do is get naked."
"Right," said Cindy. "That much I figured for sure."
"Go on," said Angela, "Take off your clothes!"
"I, ah ... I don't wanna."
"You gotta be kidding! You want me to lay down here, demonstrate how to turn yourself on, and you don't wanna do it yourself? Come on, I never-"
"Please? It just won't do me any good to get naked right now with you, Angela. What I need is to see you do it. Then I'll know how to do it myself later!"
"Alright, alright," groaned the other girl, her patience wearing thin. She quickly pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her large, pendulous breasts. The mushroom colored caps were big and puffed slightly, and in the centers were large, cherry red nipples sticking out at attention like little soldiers. Her belly was tanned, lean, smooth and supple. She stood up and tugged at her tight white levies, rolling them down over her hips.
"You're not wearing any underwear!" exclaimed Cindy upon seeing the other woman's naked, bristling sandy pubic triangle.
"I never do," said Angela softly. She sat down on the side of the bed again and wriggled free of her jeans. Her long slender thighs came into view, and then her cute bony knees and her shapely slender calves. As she leaned down to get the pants off of her ankles, her voluptuous breasts touched upon the tops of her legs, and her eyes dilated with an excitement that she did not mention.
For truth to tell, Angela Heet rather enjoyed the idea of demonstrating in the buff some of her personal techniques for getting aroused. After all, how often did one really have the chance to do such things, to show a long time friend something so personal or intimate as this.
She sat naked looking for a moment at Cindy. "You know," she said, "it would help a lot if you'd just undress. I mean, I'd feel a little more like I wasn't on the spot. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, well, I don't know," said Cindy. "I never undressed in front of a woman before and-"
"I'm not going to molest you or anything. I'm going to lay here and show you what I do to get myself excited, that's all. But in the meantime, I think it would be nice if you were naked too."
"Oh, alright," said Cindy nervously, standing up and removing her blouse. "I don't like this. I didn't ask you over here so that I could get naked, too, you know. I just wanted to see what kind of things you do to get excited so that I could get along better with my husband ..." She removed the big halter brassiere that held her large, comely breasts upwards, and the two hefty pillows of soft flesh came pouring outwards, hanging down softly on her chest. The nipples were jutting out like a couple of rubber pencil erasers, and the big mushroom brown caps were large and slightly raised with a secret erotic thrill of excitement. Although she was prudish and somewhat frightened of things having to do with sex, Cindy's body responded on occasion before her mind could think about what to do to stop it!
"The shorts too," said Angela, admiring her friend's voluptuous body. "You have a nice figure," she added. "I never realized."
"That's what Larry says, too," said Cindy, blushing like a red, red beet. Her shoulders, smooth and rounded, her breasts, hanging low as she reached down to pull her shorts off, and her belly, all had the prickly bright crimson look of a fresh hot blush. She shook her hips left and right and shimmied out of the shorts. That left her wearing only her panties.
"Them, too," said Angela. "Then I'll start."
Cindy smiled nervously and pulled her panties down off of her hips. She rolled them down over her long smooth pink-white thighs and down over her knees and off of her feet one at a time. She sat down with her hands in her lap like a young girl at a lecture, her naked breasts softly shimmering, her nipples excited and pointy, her smooth thighs covered with in voluntary goose bumps. Her smooth white pelvis gleamed a bright, toothy white above a triangle of blonde pubic hair.
"I don't know why you never learned to do this on your own," commenced Angela, her eyes wide and protuberant as she climbed onto her back on the bed, spreading her naked loins and sliding one hand down between her thighs. "It's so simple-even a kid can do it."
"Well, I just never thought it was okay to do it, that's all." Cindy's eyes were glued, to the way Angela stroked softly with three fingers along the top of her legs, every now and then dipping in over the smoothness of the upraised and puckered lips of her vagina. "You really know what you're doing," she murmured upon seeing the other girl's fingers disappear momentarily into the narrow wet confines of her liquid wet vagina. "You know just how to get in there."
"Of course," sighed Angela, her other hand sliding gracefully up along the top of her left breast, slowly picking out and plucking upwards one bright red nipple, as if to make it grow better in the way a gardener might hoe the soil around a new tulip. "You have to concentrate to do this right," said Angela, her voice beginning to
quaver slightly. "It's important that you keep up a kind of a pace ... or a rhythm ...
Where's that machine...?"
Cindy sat up off of her chair and handed Angela the mechanical rod. "Here."
"Thank you," said Angela, her eyes closed now as she began to use the machine. She pressed it up and down between her nakedly splayed legs. "In one way," she said softly, her pleasure mounting, "I feel rather strange doing this in front of you, Cindy. But in another, I really don't care ... not one bit ... Mmmmm ... not at all . . ." She was making light, long brush strokes with the vibrating head of the slick machine between her long slender thighs. She was slowly but surely working the head of tire stick up to where her pussy lips were puckered, spread and openly wet in waiting for the thing to come inside.
"The important part," said Angela, "is getting hold of your clitoris. You know what that's all about, don't you?"
"Oh, sure," said Cindy. "Of course."
"Good," said Angela. "Just ... mmmm checking . . ." She lifted the tip of the virile vibrating device close to her openly heating cunt and began pleasuring herself in the vicinity of her clitoris. She worked the machine slowly but surely up and down between her heating loins with one hand. "Sometimes," she said, lifting her cheeks up off the bed by turning slightly, "you cam stimulate yourself in two places at once," and she slowly pressed her other hand under her ripe bottom and turned back flat so that her hand was out of sight underneath. "See? Now I can massage my anus with one finger and keep this dildo going in my cunt ... it's just about the best of all possible worlds, honey ... if you know what I mean ... But of course ... Mmmmm ... Ooooh ... You don't know, do you? Or I wouldn't ... Ahhhh, nize ... I wouldn't be here if you knew ... right...?"
Cindy was looking on with an expression of total amazement in her face. There before her, one hand under her ass, the other working a vibrator, her good friend was actually masturbating herself into a quick little girly cum. She could see it happening right then and there! Angela's face was contorting, her body was covered with chills, and her breasts looked bigger than ever. Those big brown caps of her nipples were large and swollen up, and the tips of her thick red nipples were flaming bright iridescent pink! "Oh, God, how can you stand to touch yourself that way!" blurted Cindy Hanger, unable to understand how guilty she herself felt from just watching such an intimate act. "How can you do that without being repulsed? Is that what Larry wants me to do? Is that why he sent me these things?"
"Hang on," murmured Angela Heet, raising her thighs and spreading her loins slightly. "Just a minute...!"She plunged the vibrating mechanical cock downwards between her slick slender loins and worked the head of it into the exact location of her clitoris, until, momentarily, the head of the electric penis vibrated right on the tip of her erectile clitoris.
"Ooooo ... uuuhhhh ... Gaaawwwdddd damn!" she grunted, and suddenly she flung her legs open and closed several times in a row, clapping her loins and scissoring them wildly, and it was clear from the pumping action of her other hand that she was sticking one finger harder and harder at the little rubbery ring of her anus underneath.
"God ... fuck ... ssss-sssss," she groaned in self-abusing. ecstasy. "You asked for it ... and ... uuuuhhhh ... YOU ... GOT ... IT!!" She collapsed and it was over.
When Angela rolled sideways so as to pull her hand out from underneath herself, Cindy noted that there was a large, cardboard grey splotch of wet juices where. her cunt had dripped out its liquid heat. "You really get it on fast," said Cindy softly, suddenly very much ashamed of herself for having asked her friend to demonstrate in this manner. "I mean, I never get that hot ... It's awful ... I don't know what it is about me, but I just never do get hot like that."
"Well, don't worry about it," said Angela Heet in quiet abandon. "It's not something that worrying can help, you know."
"Was it good?" asked Cindy softly.
"Oh, yes," said Angela, still laying naked and playing lightly with one of her breasts, tenderly plucking and rubbing her nipple. "It's always good for me. I've never had a bad orgasm. Never."
"I've never had an orgasm," complained Cindy Hanger. "Not even once."
"Yer kidding!" said Angela. "I don't believe it!"
"Oh, maybe just a little one," said Cindy. "But nothing like what you just had there."
"And that was just a quickie!" said Angela, regaining her composure and her strength. "You better practice some, kid." The more experienced woman stood up and picked up her Levi's. "You got to like it to enjoy it," she said, starting to dress, slowly but surely sliding her tightly packed naked body into her clothes. She worked one foot down into her Levi's and then the other and slowly but surely she pulled the white jeans up over her thighs and wriggled her hips into place. She tugged on the zipper and with one quick pull, her bristling dewy moist pubic triangle disappeared. Then she pulled her t-shirt on over her large, still aroused breasts and nipples, and she looked just about as ordinary and as far from masturbation and satisfaction as she had the moment she pulled up in front of the house.
"That's a good little machine there, Cindy. You think you know how to use it now?"
"Ah, yes," said Cindy absentmindedly. "I think I get the idea. But I still think it's a little repulsive."
"You don't know what you're talking about." She stopped for a moment and then smiled at the innocent young bride. "Say, I bet you never had any oral sex, either. Or anything else for that matter. Isn't that right?"
"No, never," said Cindy. "I wouldn't let him touch me down there with his mouth. Not even once."
"Why? How come?"
"It's dirty!" said Cindy, reaching for her cotton white shorts. "Thank you, Angela. For everything! Now I think I've had quite enough of this kind of talk. If you don't mind?"
"Look, Cindy, don't get huffy about this. Lots of new brides don't know at all what sex is about ... And sometimes-"
"Never mind the lecture," said Cindy, slipping into her shorts and starting to put on her brassiere.
"You don't need that thing, you know," suggested Angela with a little twinkle in her eyes. "You'd look damn good without it, in fact."
"Never mind that, too!" said Cindy. "Thank you for everything." Cindy quickly buttoned up her blouse. Then she indicated that she was headed out of the bedroom. Angela took the hint and led the way. She could feel Cindy's anger at her back as she made her way down the stairs. At the front door she tenderly put her hand on the young bride's arm and said softly, "Listen, kid, this sex business is awfully important. You got to understand it and enjoy yourself some. Otherwise, you'll never stay married to a guy like Larry. I can just tell from meeting him that one time at the wedding."
"I'll keep that in mind," said Cindy, suddenly a bit cold to her old time friend from school. "Thanks again."
"See ya," said Angela. "Talk to ya soon."
Cindy closed the front door and leaned against it, thinking to herself that perhaps she'd made a big mistake in telling Angela about her sex life. But she just had to know how to go about things. Now, having seen someone else do it, she could organize herself around it. Maybe, if she could get rid of that sense of repulsion she felt when she touched herself down there, maybe then she could give way to some of the strange desires her new husband was expressing towards her.
* * *
Later that afternoon, upstairs and naked and alone in the bedroom, having changed the sheets from where Angela Heet had spent her own girly cum, Cindy Hanger lay perfectly still with tears rolling down her hotly blushing cheeks. She held in one hand the mechanical cock and in the other a magazine which showed a young man with his head sandwiched between a young girl's thighs. His tongue was rolling up and down the girl's openly spread labia, pressing heartily at the spot where her clitoris bulged hugely. Cindy was trying to let the erotic photo have some effect on her, but somehow, the harder she tried, the more frightened she became.
After a moment or two she set down the vibrator and let her eyes close. She pressed her palm downwards across the naked whiteness above her vagina, letting one finger go sliding into the area between her lubricated pussy lips. She found her little bud of a clit and pressed it a couple of times in a row. It sent a shock wave of chills and shiver climbing her spine, until she had to twist her hips a bit in order to minimize the effects. Then she stuffed that same finger into the back of her cunt and rolled it from side to side. The tunnel was narrow, and the active rubbing seemed to stretch her inner pussy. She liked the feel, but still, other than that single bolt of erotic energy, such stimulation only seemed to repulse her. Every now and again she would become hot and excited, but then she'd get caught up in the act itself, would remind herself of what she was doing, and would lose her heat and her intensity.
Finally, frustrated and bored with her own efforts, she rolled over on her naked belly and lay in total silence alone in the bedroom. She could not do the things her husband wanted her to do. She could not perform oral sex for him and she would not allow him to do something so vile as put his face down between her legs. Nor could she masturbate her pussy into a heat. No matter how much she wanted to please him by becoming a turned-on little housewife, this was not the way.
She was about to get up off the bed and collect the various tools that were supposed to release her inhibitions when the phone jangled. 'She picked it up and said softly and sadly, "Hullo?"
"It's me, darling," said a deep male voice on the other end of the line. "Larry."
"Oh, darling, hello," she bleated, so happy to hear his friendly voice despite all the difficulties she'd been having that afternoon.
"Listen," he was saying quickly, "I'm going to have a drink with one of the fellows from the office. So don't wait up for me, okay?" He paused, as did she, wondering about the meaning of this. Then he said, "But I'll wake you up when I get in. How'd you like my little present?"
"Oh, it's, ah, very nice," she said.
"No, really," he said. "What did you think of that machine! Did you try it out?"
"Ah, oh, yes," she said, eyeing the vibrator that sat wickedly on the end of the bed. "It's, ah, very nice."
"I thought that would help," he said, his voice suggesting that he understood she'd tried it to no avail. "Well, I guess I'll see you tonight."
Before she could say another word, the phone went dead. She hung up her end of the line and looked around the room. On the floor, open to the various photos demonstrating the positions she thought Larry would like, were the magazines... She wondered if he would approve of such things really, of masturbation and self-arousal, of sucking and licking the way it was shown in those magazines. Or if maybe he'd just bought them to tantalize and tease her. Did people really do such things? In real life? Were there real people who actually touched genitals with tongues, who actually squirmed and became lewdly rapturous the way the photos showed them?
She quickly gathered up the magazines, the vibrator, the jar of lubricant, and told herself as she stuffed it all in the shoe box that under no conditions would she herself ever submit to such lewd treatment. She kicked the box under the bed and stood with her arms folded under her voluptuous naked breasts, shaking her head.
"Never, never ... Not even under force ..." she murmured. "I just wouldn't give way to such awful sexual chores! Never!"
Chapter Two
Larry Hanger was fifty-two years old three weeks before he said, for the third time in his life, the words which, according to church and state, united him eternally with young Cindy Keller, now Mrs. Hanger. And now, only two months later, as he collected a few papers from his desk and slipped them neatly into his brief case, he wondered if he hadn't been just a little hasty in making a decision to marry a girl who he'd only known for three weeks!
There was no denying that she was cute, that she had long legs, large breasts and nice sized nipples, and that her cunt was as tight as a drum! What more could a man ask for?
But there was something about the new Mrs. Hanger that just didn't jive with Larry Hanger's desires ... with his lusty interests! After all, wasn't a man supposed to be able to enjoy himself in every way possible with a new bride?! It had been that way with Susan before Cindy, and with Carol before Susan! Why shouldn't he be able to partake of this lady's physical gifts as much as he wanted, too?
He closed up his brief-case and looked in the glass behind his desk at his reflection. He might have been fifty-two, but he looked a heck of a lot younger. He straightened his tie, combed back with his palms the long strands of his peppered black-and-grey hair, and smiled at himself. He was a handsome rake-there was no denying it! And that young Cindy, sooner or later she'd come 'round. Or else. Like the others. Off and away! It was that simple!
Those tools would help her. If not, it was over. Who knows? Maybe with a girl like that, once she gets started it's no stopping her. The dildo and the magazines will have to do the job. I haven't got time to waste... !
He turned the next page of his desk calendar and started for the door. Tomorrow would be a new day. Tonight, as planned, he would go bar hopping with Ken Atwell. He looked back around the office, a final, check just to be sure he had everything. There's no sense sitting at home on a night like this ... What the hell.. ! I've been through this before ... She thinks she's gonna break ME down ... get ME to slow up in what I want! NO WAY. She's gonna start puttin' out ... or else ... He blinked and realized that he was standing lost in thought at the office door. Smiling to himself, he pictured once more his new wife's young nubile thighs, the healthy patch of pubic hair that grew around her splendid pinkish pussy lips, arid he murmured to himself, "Oh, sure, I'll get her to come around ... She's just got to! Meanwhile . . ." He flicked the lights off and exited the office.
In the anti-room, his secretary, Lisa Davis, was just then sliding her hand into her glove. "Oh, Mr. Hanger, are you leaving now, too?"
"Yes, Lisa," said Larry Hanger, his eyes touring the secretary's voluptuous body. She's got breasts like cannons ... I'd give a whole lot to suck those breasts ... Nipples like teats for babies ... big ones . . . just looking is enough to tell! I should have hired a younger broad, someone less tempting ... less distracting, anyhow ...
"Yes, yes, I'm afraid so, Miss Davis, I'm going to have to call it a day. Unless you'd like to take a little dick-tation? Ha, ha, ha. Get it? Dick-tation?"
"Mr. Hanger!" she hissed at him, her eyes widening and her face filling with a hot red blush. "You're too much, sir!"
"Never mind that, honey," he said, regaining his composure. "I just get carried away every now and then. Turn out the lights before you leave. Make sure the service knows we're out. Thanks for getting that letter out on time, too. The Mag Co people will be especially happy about that." He smiled and turned, and with a quick little walk, one that befitted his stature and sense of position-he was a very successful man in his company-he exited the office.
Down two floors, in the East Wing of the building, Larry Hanger waited impatiently outside Ken Atwell's office. Wonder if that secretary of mine would ever go down on me ... For an instant he saw her on her knees, her legs spread, and, of course, she was completely naked. He fantasized her hands rising slowly, like heating bread, her long smooth white fingers enveloping his hardening prick ... her long sensitive hot fingers wrapping around his cock ... tenderly squeezing until the bulging tip of his blood-engorged cock head squashed in between her thick moist wet lips ... into her long deep throat!
"Mmmm," he hummed out loud, and Atwell's secretary looked up, saying softly, "Did you say something, Mr. Hanger?"
"Oh, ah, no, certainly not," he said, realizing that for a moment he'd been murmuring aloud. "I was, ah, just, ah ... clearing my throat!"
The door behind her burst open and Ken Atwell stepped forward, his young frame large and muscled under a three-piece pin-striped suit. His dark, curly hair looked like Samson's locks, and his broad shoulders and large eyes combined to make his appearance formidable. "Look," he told his secretary, "get these things done for Thursday, and the rest can wait until next week." He looked up. "Hiya, Larry! Ready?"
"Yes, sir," said Larry Hanger. "Take your time though. I've told the wifey-poo that I'd be late."
"Good, good. I'm ready. Let's get goin'."
They bid his secretary good afternoon, and a few moments later they were speeding merrily on their way to a bar called The Half Moon. It was Ken Atwell who brought up the topic that was on both their minds. "You ever fool around much?" he asked seriously.
"Oh, you know me," said Larry, trying to keep from snickering. "I wouldn't fool around on a wife of mine, unless, of course, the girl happened to have some very special attributes."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know ... two legs? two arms? That kind of thing. She'd have to be very special, as I say."
Atwell chuckled. "I feel the same way."
Five minutes later they entrusted the car to the parking attendant and entered
one of Los Angeles' best live band bars. After two drinks and some small talk, they both looked at each other and agreed quickly, "Let's get out of here? Some place where they've got what we're looking for?"
And ten minutes after that they pulled up alongside a huge billboard that boasted in iridescent pink letters:
LIVE NUDE GIRLS
TOPLESS
BOTTOMLESS
"This is more like it," said Larry Hanger. "Music is good, but it can't beat the real thing, eh?"
"Right you are," said Ken Atwell. "Let's go in."
A moment later they were sitting at the back of a more or less empty black painted room in a booth. They had a good view of the bar where the girls would appear when they danced. Suddenly, as if it was meant to be, the curtains parted at the back of the bar and a record went on playing an old melancholy blues number. A big-breasted blonde wearing no brassiere and little silver pasties over her rather large, swollen brown nipples, came shimmying toward the table where Larry and Ken sat. "Here we go," said Ken Atwell.
"I'll handle this," suggested Larry Hanger, unable to make out the girl's face
in the darkness as she approached. Then she was upon them, and he realized first chat she wore only a narrow, gold lace G string, and that her cunt, pubic hairs and all, was in ready view as she put her hands on her hips and smiled, asking softly, "Can I get you boys something?"
For an instant, Larry was stunned. His eyes rolled up and down the naked beauty's thighs, caressing her with his gaze. He ended up looking between her voluptuously hanging white breasts, up into her cool blue eyes, and then he recognized her, almost with shock, saying quickly and breathlessly, "Say, you're Angela Heet! You were at my wedding!"
"Larry? Larry Hanger?!" Angela's eyes rolled sideways and into the back of her head and then she blinked and looked at Larry. "Say, isn't this a wonderful coincidence," she said charmingly. She could picture Cindy Hanger sitting home alone with the tool she herself only that afternoon had demonstrated for the poor young bride. "I saw your Missus today, Larry," whispered the young, lusty blonde. "She had a gift from you!"
"Oh, jeeze," moaned Larry Hanger. "Did she show you that?" He looked sideways at Ken Atwell. It was something he didn't want to have to tell young Ken about. It was part of his image at work to let the people he knew think that his bride was about as hot and lusty as could be.
"She sure did show me that," said Angela Heet, her eyes keenly aware that the older businessman was trying to think what to say. Then she made it easy for him: "I kind of liked that gift. I wish I had a man who watched out for me that way. If you know what I mean." She looked from Larry Hanger to Ken Atwell and back again to Larry. "If I had a man like that, well, I'd probably give up workin' in places like this for the rest of my life!"
"I'll be damned," moaned Larry Hanger. "Where were you two months ago!?"
"Right here, honey. Right here, shakin' my ass and lookin' for you, I guess!" She smiled prettily, and then she dropped the hard-assed act, saying softly, "Let me get you two gentlemen something to drink. Then I have to do a little dance. It's about that time."
"Oh, sure. Right," said Larry, catching his breath for the first time in several minutes. All the time that they'd been chitchatting and getting straight on who's
who, young Angela Heet had been standing with her large creamy breasts nakedly hanging only inches away from Larry. It was everything he could do to keep from reaching out and taking hold of the two voluptuous white breasts ... squeezing them, rolling and massaging them in his fingers! ...
He watched the young nude dancer strutting across the floor and climbing the bar-stage. She motioned to the bartender and a song came on suitable for dancing. A couple of guys, two booths up from where Larry and Ken sat, hissed and clapped. Angela shook her behind and smiled. Then she started dancing, moving her hips in rhythm to the music, shimmying this way and that until by the middle of the tune she was squatting down, legs spread, pulling her g-string out so as to reveal between her supple thighs the pouting pink lips of her wet glistening pussy!
"Oooh, yeah," moaned Larry Hanger, his eyes nearly popping completely out of their sockets when he saw how tender and wet Angela Heet's vagina looked. "Did you get a load of that?!"
"How could I not?!" asked Ken. "She's too much! Look at those tits, man!"
"Yeah," said Larry, "and she's a hot one, too. None of this prude stuff! You know what I mean? That girl loves it!"
"I think I know what you mean," said Ken Atwell. "What do you say, after the show-"
"You took the words right out of my mouth," said Larry Hanger. "After the show we take little old Angela for a drink. Your place?"
"Why not?" Ken Atwell was staring straight ahead, watching the way Angela Heet moved. Something about the young blonde and the way she shook her hips and ovalled her lips and used her tongue during the naked dancing all added up to wickedness ... hot, lewd wickedness ... and fun!
* * *
By eleven o'clock the two businessmen had downed close to half a bottle of bourbon, and they were feeling their oats. Angela Heet had one more dance number to perform before she could slip out of the bar with the men. That arrangement had already been made.
In order to pass the time, they went to the back room of the bar where a color film was being shown. "Say," said Larry Hanger, loosening his tie and checking out the girls in the movie on the far wall of the small room, "this place has got everything!"
"Yeah," moaned Ken Atwell, his eyes staring straight ahead at the activity on the screen. "Look at that! You ever do that with a girl?"
Larry looked up. "All the time. Why not?"
A man was lying on top of a young woman with his face between her legs, his mouth glued to her cunt, his cock stuffed into her mouth. "It's the ol' six-nine number. Don't you do that when you get the chance?" he asked Atwell.
"Sure," said the younger man. "Of course. I just wondered if you did, that's all."
"Yeah," said Larry Hanger. "Of course, Nothin' like eatin' a little pie to make ya horny as hell, eh?!" He looked back at the movie screen. The girl had her legs spread wide and her hands reached down to the back of the man's head. She pressed on the nape of his neck and pushed downwards as she raised her pubis upwards simultaneously. Larry Hanger could almost hear the click of the man's tongue between the soft wet lips as it stroked up and down across the girl's clitoris and splayed puckering labia.
"Wow," he said, "look at him go, man! He's eatin' her out like he ain't had none in a century or two! Mmm, yummy ... yum, yum!" He watched the action on the screen, the way the man kneaded the woman's thighs, the way he pressed his tongue into her vagina and worked her puckered, glistening lips with his fingers and his tongue at the same time.
Then he looked at the way the woman was working the man's cock. She had it between her lips and she was bobbing 'her head up and down so as to make the prick shaft wet all over. It was as if he was fucking her face. That's how she was moving her lips up and down the thickened shaft, rubbing and licking, hungrily sucking it with all her might. It was plain to see that the movie was no simulation. It was the real thing. The woman was actually sucking up the man's cock, and the man was truly licking out her vagina. Both of them, both the man and the woman were clearly excited. His prick was bulging and thick and the blue-veined topside of the cock-shaft stuck out like a roadmap, while his lust-bloated testicles went lightly smacking into the girl's chin with every pump from his quick jerking hips.
The camera cut in for a close shot, one that revealed the woman's hot-tipped breasts. Her nipples were large and thickened, distended pink with desire. They glowed hotly, stimulated from the man's rubbing pelvis and pumping thighs in the sixty-nine position. The tips of the nipples were blazing red, obviously excited and aroused to the limit!
Suddenly, the sound track came on. For some reason everyone in the room had assumed that there was no sound with the film, but now they were startled by that very thing. There was the noise of the two people rubbing and pumping, their bodies smacking and wet. And there was the sound of the man's tongue licking at the woman's vagina lips, while from her end of things there came the sound of her tongue lightly caressing around the knobby thickness of his bloated prick cap. The thickened rim of his cock-shaft was the object of her splayed licking tongue now, and while she did that she breathed loudly, pantingly, sucking for breath in passion aroused from the depths of her licked vagina!
"Uuuuuhhhh," she moaned around the hardness skewering in and out of her ovalled lips. "Oooh, harder ....suck me harder, honey ... suck out my cunt ... suck it ... suck it good. .." Her lips were ovalled to accept his hugely thrusting cock, but she could only moan on the tip of it now, so furious was the passion between her legs.
Soon she began scissoring her thighs to and fro on the man's actively bobbing head. Sometimes his face was visible, his tongue searing into her pussy, and other times her thighs enveloped his face and made it impossible to see him.
One time, when she opened her legs and changed her position slightly, thanks to where the camera was, Larry Hanger could actually see the woman's little white ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling in excited arousal as the man's tongue slurped and wetted the splayed lips of her pulsatingly wet pussy!
"I want you to do something special for me," said the woman, holding the man's blood-hard cock in her hand, out of her mouth, "I want you to-"
The sound track went dead. Everyone in the little room moaned. "What the hell is she gone a have him do?" asked Ken Atwell.
"I don't know," said Larry, "What a disappointment!"
Just then the sound track went back on again. The man was speaking in a guttural whisper, talking into her cunt. "I'll do it, baby, but first you do me!"
"Love to," she said lewdly, baring her teeth by pulling back her lips. "Eat you in every hole you got, my man!" She smiled and her little tongue darted out, heading for the slit in the end of the man's heat thickened cock. She dabbed at it, licking and wetting it several times with her splaying satin-soft silky tongue, and then she said, "I'll do you up right now, honey. Show me where you want it."
"I want it-"
Again the sound track went dead, and this time there wasn't even the accompanying sound of static. But it was clear what the man and the woman were doing. He climbed up onto his hands and knees and faced away from the girl. She got onto her hands and knees and with one hand reached under his body, from between his legs and behind him, and took hold of his hugely hard cock. With her other hand, she peeled one of his buttocks open and looked down at his anus. Then, sticking out her tongue, she started to lean forward, toward the crack of his ass.
"I'm ready, boys," said a live, female voice from the door at the side of the viewing room. Larry and Ken simultaneously looked sideways at the source of the syrupy voice that spoke to them so realistically. It was Angela Heet. She stood there dressed for the first time in hours wearing her tight white Levi's and her simple white T-shirt and no bra.
"Get a load of the real thing, why don't ya!" said Larry Hanger, giving the younger man a stiff elbow in the ribs. Then all three of them looked up at the flickering screen where the girl was lewdly pressing her tongue into the backside of the man's hairy buttocks, and then they left the little theater and traipsed out of the bar into the street.
"Ugly stuff," said Larry, secretly hiding the fact that his cock had stiffened while watching the film.
"Oh, yeah-the worst!" exclaimed Ken Atwell, wiping his brow in frustration.
"I didn't know you boys felt that way," said Angela Heet. "I kind of get off on that stuff ..." She smiled prettily and let Larry Hanger escort her to the car.
* * *
Ken Atwell's apartment was luxuriously furnished with overstuffed brown pillows and down sofas, shag carpets and soft bean bag chairs. The light was mellow and the music he beamed in on his favorite radio station was conducive to love-making and seductions of the most ribald sort.
"You two sure know how to entertain a girl," said Angela after her first drink.
"Well, you know how it is," said Larry Hanger in as shy a voice as he could conjure, sweetening it with modesty, too. "After a while, you just kind of get a knack for these things. That's all. It's nothing special."
His eyes swelled and rolled as he watched Angela adjusting her position on the carpet. She had such large breasts, and such big nipples that pressed at the cottony t-shirt, that he could hardly keep from thinking about what it would be like to get hold of those breasts and press one of them between his lips. He saw himself tonguing her nipple and making her aroused in this way, actively licking and sucking her breast into excitement! The chills spread out along the slope of her lovely pendular breast, and she could hardly control. herself!
It was nice to look at her sitting there in a t-shirt and tight white jeans, because earlier, when she was wearing the pasties, he couldn't really tell how big and beautiful her nipples were. Now he could see, even through the cotton white shirt, that she had the largest brown nipples he'd ever laid eyes on. If only he'd met this girl a few weeks before. That would have made a big difference in his life. He'd have never married Cindy, and he'd have never agreed to letting Cindy get away without blowing him, and without giving him other sexual favors that he really enjoyed. He'd thought while courting his present wife that her timidity was just a question of experience, nothing more. But now, from the way she was responding in bed after being married for two months almost, it seemed like her shy behavior and her reluctance to get really passionate in bed was something more. No matter what he did with her, no matter how he used his big hard cock on her, she seemed to hold back. Maybe there was no hope. And he thought all of this while staring straight ahead at young Angela Heet's largely aroused nipples! Those breasts were inspiration to any man ...! Just looking at them made his head spin!
"Something more to drink?" offered Ken Atwell who'd removed his coat and vest and tie. He stood with his hands on his hips looking down at Angela who sat on the floor alongside Larry's chair.
"No, I don't really drink all that much," she said.
"Say," suggested Ken, "would you like to try dancing for us here? Just as a kind of favor for me?"
"You mean just so you could see me naked, Ken?"
"No, really, I mean it. I've always kind of wanted to see someone like you dance in my living room. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Sure," she said, and, as if the music had cued her, she stood up and started shaking her rump and shimmying just the way she had at the bar. Only now she was wearing her t-shirt and her Levi's. It wasn't the same at all.
"You know," she said, slowing down some while looking at Larry Hanger who sat tapping his foot, "we need another girl, Larry. What do you think about calling your wife?" She didn't stop dancing while waiting for him to answer.
"I don't know," he said. "She's not real good at this kind of thing. She's so damn inhibited these days. .."
"Really? That's too bad." Angela smiled. She knew full well that Cindy Hanger was inhibited. But she also knew that the young bride could be brought around, if - and this was a big if - if the men knew what they were doing. Like Cindy, Angela herself had at one time been very prudish. Now though, after a couple of years of experience, she loved sex - all kinds of sex! And if she could help another woman get aroused and interested in something new, then she would do that! She regarded it as a privilege.
"Listen, ' she said to Larry, "I was over at your house today, like I said before-" She stopped dancing and sat down next to Larry and Spoke in a concerned voice. "- I was there and I saw what you were trying to turn her on with. It's a good idea, too."
He watched her talk. Her breasts hung low in her t-shirt, shapely and large, and he could hardly wait for her to finish talking. He wanted to proposition her right then and there. It was too damn bad he'd married so prudish a woman as Cindy. If only he'd met this girl before.
"And I think," Angela continued, "we could get her to like sex. You know what I mean?"
Larry Hanger's ears perked up. "What do you mean? You think you - could get her to turn on?"
"Let's put it this way," said Angela, "I think it would be fun trying!"
"Oh, yeah," agreed Ken Atwell, sitting down alongside Angela, "now we're cookin' with gas. I think this kid's got some hot ideas, Larry." His face was a picture of lechery. His lips were curled back and in his eyes there was the gleam of a man who was envisioning all sorts of erotic entanglements with his friend's new wife - and with Angela Heet as well! "Yeah," he said, softly petting her arm down to the wrist, "I think the three of us could really get Larry's wife going, Angela."
She smiled back at Ken Atwell. "And if not, well, we'll just show her what we like to do. How's that sound, Larry? You think she might go for it? It would be like a personalized sex clinic, just ready made for your new bride!"
Larry shook his head. "I'd do anything, if it would turn her on. Cindy's so inhibited that I'd be willing to try anything!" Secretly, he was thinking that he'd try anything to get Angela to take her shirt off so he could see those big smooth pendular breasts of hers. He wanted to get his hands going on those mountainous piles of resilient flesh, and if bringing his wife into the picture would make that any more possible, then why not?! "How should we do it?" he asked, looking at his watch, "It's nearly midnight now. Do you think we should just call her up?"
"Why not?" said Angela, reaching for her glass of bourbon. "I think it would be fun." She downed what remained of her drink and then pushed the empty glass out at Ken Atwell. "I think maybe I will have another drink, Ken. Turning on young brides takes a lot of energy!" She looked at Larry Hanger who was undoing the buttons of his shirt. "What's the number, Larry?" She had a twinkle in her eye, the kind of lusty gleam that Larry Hanger found irresistible. He told her the number and held his breath while she dialed, wondering as he pulled his shirt out of his pants what kind of a twist his life was about to take ...
Chapter Three
"This is gonna be good," he moaned, taking his shirt off altogether. He sidled up close to the young woman, sliding his palm along her belly, under her t-shirt. The satin smoothness of her stomach sent a chill up his spine, an electric charge that made him shudder. "Does she answer?" he asked Angela. "Is she on the line?"
"Not yet," said the dancer, her free hand sliding down and holding on to Larry Hanger's roving fingers. "Hold on a second. Gimme a chance to - Hullo? Hullo, Cindy!"
Larry Hanger sat upright. "It's her," he whispered to Ken. "She's got my wife on the line!"
"Oh, Cindy, Angela was saying, "I wanted to talk to you, luv. This afternoon, when I was at your house? Well, I thought of something else that I think you ought to know about." She hesitated and then said, "What's that, darling? Oh, no, I know he's not home yet." She cupped her hand over the receiver and turned to Larry Hanger. "She's complaining that you're not home yet."
Larry smiled and looked lecherously at Angela. "Tell her where I am." He cackled mercilessly.
"Ah, no, I don't think that would work," said Angela. She opened the receiver and said to Cindy Hanger, "Cindy, listen, I think you better come over here. I'll give you the address. It's important, and, well -" She lowered her voice. "- you can trust me, darling. I need you to come over here and help me with something. It'll
repay me for what I did for you today. Remember? Upstairs in your room?"
Larry and Ken looked questioningly at one another. "Wonder what she did," said Ken. "Must have been nice, whatever it was!" he added with a lascivious tone of voice, his eyes caressing the smooth curves of the voluptuous young blonde girl. "Just think," he hissed at Larry Hanger, "she's even younger than your bride! How about them apples!"
"Yeah," said Larry, his eyes hungrily sucking in the image of the young blonde woman's beautifully large breasts, "apples ain't the word though ..."
It was just then when she ended her conversation with Larry Hanger's wife and hung up the phone. "She's on her way," she said, absent mindedly removing her t-shirt as if she were simply yawning. She continued to speak as Larry and Ken's eyes welled with desire upon seeing the voluptuous size of her breasts close up and entirely naked.
Larry looked over at Ken Atwell, and the expression on his face said, "Do you see what I see?" Ken was vigorously nodding, unable to believe how beautiful the young woman's breasts were. They hung pendulously against her silken chest, the tips slightly erect with arousal, the thickened circular brown nipples large in cap-size than any either of them had ever seen.
"I just got to get a feel of one of them things," said Larry Hanger, his hand reaching out in slow motion toward the all too tempting breast closest to him, Angela's left breast. He took the pillowy softness in his fingers and palm and lightly squeezed the resilient flesh.
"Oooh," she mewled softly as she looked down as if nothing at all had happened. "That feels nice!"
"You're telling me," he said, feeling the nipple spring to attention and full arousal in his palm. "Mmm, yeah!"
Ken Atwell reached out and took hold of Angela's other breast,. squeezing it in a similar fashion in his palm and fingers, kneading it for a moment and then smiling as a fresh hot blush climbed into his face. "Oh, sure," he said, "she's got just what I needed! Yeah!"
"Both of you squeeze at once," she said. "Squeeze my two breasts both at once!" She came up on her knees and stuck her chest out so that one breast jutted out wards at Larry and the other at Ken Atwell. They both squeezed and pulled lightly at the smooth, pendular breasts. Then Larry let his fingers go limp for a moment and he clasped hold of Angela's large, protuberant rubbery nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger until it sprang fully erect and thick. Then he tugged lightly, pulling with it the heavy pillowy breast.
"Oooh, Larry," she moaned, "you do know how to turn me on! Mmmm! She watched as the older, experienced man pulled and titillated her breast by exciting the highly ardent nipple and large, distended mellow brown cap. Then she asked him with a quick eye first to Ken Atwell, "Would you suck it? Larry, would you do that? suck on my breast for me?"
"Would I?" said the aging businessman, his face a picture of prideful lusty desires. "You bet I would." He looked away for a moment and then said, "But first you have to do one little thing for me."
He stood up without saying another word. Ken still sat beside her, his fingers slipping up and down the steep incline and slope of her smoothly hanging naked breast. "Maybe we ought to all get naked," was already doing just that, pulling open is fly and tugging down his underwear.
"Yeah," he was saying, "let's all get naked and lemme show Angela just one little thing I want her to do. Then I'll suck on her tit for her. Yeah? That sound reasonable?"
"Sounds good to me," said Ken with a chuckle.
"I kind of like the idea myself," said the liberated blonde bombshell, her breasts jiggling like a couple of jello pads. She smiled prettily and with a quick little snap pulled her jeans open. "I guess I better get naked too, eh?"
"Well, it couldn't hurt," said Larry, now standing up above her with his cock in his hand. She looked up and regarded the thickened prick in his fingers like a strange, mysterious thing that she just had to get a better look at. She even stopped undressing. That's how caught up in the spectacle of his penis she was. She stopped undressing and crawled forward on her knees and put her hands up to his thighs, saying softly, "Let me see it. I want to see your penis, Larry."
He smiled and let her handle his cock. She took it in her fingers and lifted it up so that the underside was in view. "It's thick," she said, looking up at him. "Thick and hot." Then she looked back at his balls. "And your balls are excited, too, I can tell."
She cupped his testicles with her upturned palm and let the lust-heavy orbs rest in her fingers. Then she squeezed lightly with her other hand around the thickness that was the base of his prick. "Is this sorta like what you wanted me to suck on?" she asked coyly, her eyes still gazing upon the lusty thickened ribbon of flesh that wrapped around the bloated spongy cock tip. "Maybe this is what you wanted me to suck for you, Larry?" she asked softly, and without looking at him. She was more interested in the spongy sensitized head of his prick.
"Yeah, well, I guess that's kind of what I had in mind," he said, dumbfounded by the young girl's straightforwardness. None of the other women to whom he was married ever showed such an avid interest in his penis. It was quite a nice thing to watch a young girl with such fine large breasts and with such big beautiful eyes and so pretty a pair of moist wet lips actually gazing upon and hungering for his erect penis.
"Go on," he said. "Suck it for me."
"How about if I kiss it first," she suggested in a sultry whisper, her hot breath caressing around the pink and purple crown of his blood-engorged cock-head. "How about if I kiss it and lick it some ... and then suck it for you, Larry? That's the way I usually do it, honey! Mmm, nice and slow and tender ... wouldn't that be more what you're looking for!"
And without waiting for his response, she parted her lips and leaned forward, tenderly kissing the tip of his cock, pressing her moist lips to the rim of the head and allowing her tongue to come darting out only slightly, just to wet and polish a little piece of the head. Then she kissed the side of the shaft the same way, with her moist thick lips and with just a little dab of her hot wet saliva.
She kissed the base of the thick, expanding cock in the same manner, and all the time that she fondled him this way with her lips and her lightly teasing tongue, she simultaneously and slowly rolled his testes in her fingers and her palm, slightly tilting her hand one way and then the other, letting the lust-bloated scrotal sack float this way and that in her warm sensitive hand.
"Will you get a load of that!" said Ken Atwell, his own body now completely naked. "She's just the best I ever saw, Larry! Do you believe it?"
"Shsss," said the other businessman, his penis wet and throbbingly hot with the tenderness of the young girl's oral attention, "she's trying to concentrate! Don't disturb her now!" He looked down just in time to see her thick wet lips ovalling and preparing for the penetration of his cock. She was actually going to take the throbbing prick into her mouth! He could see her wetting her lips and getting ready! It was unbelievable! She had such a look of wantonness ... such rapture ... and her hands were so tender! God, the way she holds it! It's as if she can't live without it! Oh, God, now she's really putting it between her lips ... into her mouth!
The feel of Angela Heet's hot lips caressingly sucking the thick shaft of his cock into her mouth gave his body an electric chill. He shuddered with an intense, jerking spasm and then plunged into her mouth with all of his thick meaty-headed prick.
"Uuuhhh, go-od!" she moaned around the pressing rod of flesh that filled her hollowing lips completely. She'd have gagged if she didn't know what she was doing, if she wasn't experienced, but since she was the kind of a girl who not only liked
to suck cock but also took pains to make sure that she knew how to do it, there was no problem whatsoever. She merely opened the back of her throat and accepted the long spongy tip of the driving column of penile flesh, accepting more and more of it until Larry Hanger could not believe his eyes: My balls-they're right next to her chin! My cock is all the way inside her face! It was incredible to him to see his bristling black pubic hair touching against the girl's chin-that's how far inside her mouth his cock was!
"She's incredible," murmured Ken Atwell, his own penis doing a little dance and spasm just from watching the obscene sight of the young girl accepting his friend's cock in the mouth. "I never saw any woman anywhere do something like that!"
Larry reached down and took Angela's creamy white breasts in his two hands and began massaging them while enjoying her licking and sucking on his penis. She was rubbing her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, licking him from inside her mouth, while he enjoyed palming and squeezing her youthful, firm white breasts!
"Mmm," she hummed, his hefty penis sliding in and out of her ovalling lips and against her slippery wet tongue, "mmmm, good ... yes-sssss ... I love it ... I love a good hard cock in my mouth, Larry ... Oooh ... yessss . . ." She reached around his naked buttocks and gave the two full hairy moons a couple of tight squeezes, pulling his spasming penis forward into her lips even more, so that the spongy prick cap rubbed and pressed against her swallowing vulva. She rolled her tongue back and forth around the rubbery thick crown of the head, and then she pulled him back, pushing on his pelvis and taking a breath. She held his stiff shining wet column of cock flesh in one tiny hand and waved it back and forth like some wet wand. "Oooh, you're a very nice man to suck off, Larry," she said softly, her breasts and shoulders heaving with desire. She was panting like a race horse, practically unable to control herself.
"I have to get undressed," she said. "I'm so-oo hot!"
"Yes, yes, by all means!" hissed Ken Atwell, his eyes bulging. "Get undressed!"
She looked at him with a lusty gaze in her eyes. Then she looked down between his legs where he was tugging on his cock, rubbing himself in anticipation. "Why are you doing that yourself?" she wanted to know. "Let me do that!"
Before he could say another word, she reached out, grabbed his thick-headed cock and began pulling it sideways and back and forth. With her other hand, she began to work her way out of her tight white jeans. A moment later, completely naked, her lovely little pubic triangle shining wet and glistening damp with clitoral juice, she was on her knees in front of him, pulling and massaging his cock. She worked it with one hand and then with both hands, slowly sliding the inside of her palm along the topside of the blue-veined hardness, working the inside of her other palm against the spongy, sensitized portion of the blunted tip.
"Uuuunnnhhh, she's a pro," he groaned to Larry who sat alongside the young girl with his own stiff wet prick still pulsatingly hard.
"Look, I'm fading now, Angela," he told her with a bit of complaint in his voice, so she reached out with her free hand and took hold of his cock, too! Now she held both of the huge, throbbing hardnesses in her two hands, and she pulled them up and down and rubbed them from side to side with a big lecherous grin on her face.
"How's that boys?" she asked softly. "You like it like this?"
"Oooh, do we ever!" hissed Larry Hanger, his eyes rolling around in his head. "This is the way sex was meant to be!"
Ken Atwell smiled and lay down leaving only his cock upright ... in Angela's pumping hand! "Mmm, keep tugging, baby," he groaned. "Tug me into ecstasy, honey ... all the way! Take me ALL . THE ... WAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!" And just then, her eyes widening, Angela saw that Ken Atwell's reddened cockhead had begun to spurt out little needle fine sprays of seminal fluid, three of them, like fine hosing squirts that landed on her upper arm like a sticky dew.
"Ooooh, my, Mr. Atwell," she groaned. "I think you're very, very excited!"
"Uuunnhhhh, yeah, honey," he droned, unable to concentrate except on the feel of her softly pumping, gently squeezing little fist that kept tugging on the shaft and just under the blood-thickened rim of his aroused penis. She put one finger over the tip of his cock, right over the little wet slit in the end of his prick, and pressed down lightly, continuing to pull and jerk his thick pulsating hardness.
"Just a minute, Larry," she told Larry, releasing his cock. "I think your friend is going to have a cum right now, so I'll finish him, and then ... you and I ... mmrnm..."
She put both hands to Ken Atwell's prick and balls now. She hovered over his body and leaned down with her full, flowing breasts touching at his knees, skimming along the tops of his thighs. "Too bad your wife's not here already, Larry," said Angela, her hands rolling around Ken Atwell's throbbing cock. "I think she could be learning something from this!"
Larry was at such an angle on the carpeted floor that he could look right up between young Angela's spread naked buttocks and see her asshole. It was shaped like a little tight acorn. He could even see the puckering sphincter muscle and the little brown interior beginning of that tight spot. "Mmm," he hummed, thinking about
what a wonderful girl Angela Heet was, "I think I'm going to enjoy teaching my wife a thing or two. Especially with Angela the expert around to help out!"
"Shsss," she said softly, "I'm trying to concentrate on Ken just now, Larry!" She smiled at her own little joke and then leaned down even closer to Ken Atwell's throbbingly hot penis. He was only a moment from giving way to the ecstasy of orgasm, that much Angela could tell for sure. She cupped his balls in one hand-the little orbs were tight and hard like soft rocks, like flesh eggs, and she enjoyed rolling such lust-bloated organs in her fingers. And as for his prick, well, that big long hard column of ridged bony flesh was just as stiff and thick as it would ever be! She enjoyed rolling her hand around it, sliding her fingers softly up to the tip and then down the sides so that she held just the base in her long slender white fingers. She ducked to it, bowing her face over it and cupping the thickness of the knobby cap with her moistened lips. She rolled her tongue out against. the sensitized spongy flesh of the cap, sliding and slipping around the prick cap as best she could, making it hotter and more excited with every brushing lick of her long wet tongue. She licked it like a lollypop, too, until he was moaning like a man in some kind of torment.
"Oooh, God, Angela!" he cried out. "Ooooh, Angela! Yes! Don't stop, baby ... just don't stop!" He lunged his pelvis upwards and she accepted the thrusting cock head into her ovalling willing lips, taking it deeply into her mouth and down against the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and picked up a rhythm, for she knew that at any moment he would explode and send his hot spraying salvos of jism up the length of his thick pulsing cock into her mouth. She wanted to be ready for that, ready and able to swallow down all of that hot sticky wet semen, so she swallowed rhythmically, wrapping her hand around the thickness of his cock stem and pumped, even before he began to ejaculate.
From behind, his hands big and spreading so as to take hold of her firmly hanging white breasts, Larry Hanger crawled up against Angela Heet. He slipped his hands around her trim little hips and up along her smooth belly to take hold of her breasts and squeeze them. His penis stiffened up immediately as it came in contact with one of her creamy soft buttock cheeks.
So while he held her from behind, rubbing his thick prick back and forth against her smooth cheeky rump, she held onto and sucked on Ken Atwell's cock! They looked all three of them like some sort of strange flesh train! Ken was on his back, Angela was on her hands and knees sucking him off from between his legs, and behind her was Larry Hanger, his palms going wild caressing her voluptuous breasts!
"Ooooh, God, I'm going to ... to ... oooohhh!" And with that, Ken arched his back and making little sounds of groaning pain, pumped upwards, sending his prick into the depths of Angela's swallowing throat, blasting off into her inner neck with full force, his thick, creamy wads of sticky hot jism bubbling up into her neck!
At first she was able to catch the semen with her swallowing uvula,, but then, suddenly she lost her pace, and with that, she lost hold of his cock with her mouth and somehow, in one wild instant, his stiff throbbing prick, jerking and squirting, came out of control of her lips and shot wildly here and there, sending semen everywhere ... hitting her in the forehead, on the chin, against the nose and then ... then she got hold of it again, just the head, inside her thick wet lips ... and began sucking like a baby on a teat ... actively pulling the semen down her throat with quickly working muscles in her mouth ... tonguing the head of his ejaculating cock ... getting all the wet, creamy jism she could into her hungry belly!
Some of the cum didn't get down her throat, though, and it came dribbling out from the corners of her mouth, sliding down in little rivulets and dripping down her chin and puddling on his belly ... After it was over, she took hold of his balls and rubbed them around so as to make sure they didn't ache. She knew about men, about what they might and might not like, and she liked giving it to them. She rubbed his lust-bloated, tired testicles and massaged his prick until another line of semen appeared about to drop from the tiny slit in the end of his deflating cock. She licked that off with one quick swab from her splaying tongue, and she swallowed it down like so much delicious honey!
"Mmmm," she murmured, happily aware of the fact that she'd pleased him in more ways than one, and she sat up on her knees, leaving go of his cock and sitting upright with Larry's palms holding her swollen aroused breasts from behind. "You inspire me, Larry," she moaned in a whisper. "Sucking him off was fun, but you inspire me!" She put her hands over the tops of his hands and pressed down firmly, pushing his palms down on her breasts so that his fingers were in close contact with the smooth slopes of the tops of her pendulously hanging breasts. "Mmm, yes, Larry, like that ... like this . . ." She took his fingers and showed him how she wanted him to hold onto the tips of her gigantic nipples, and then she indicated that she wanted him to tug on her nipples, to pull and squeeze the cherry-red tips until they blushed even more with sexual arousal!
"Oooh, yeah," she said, "just really squeeze me good, Larry .. Make me hot ... squeeze me!"
He dutifully filled his fingers and his palms with her full, resilient breasts, kneading the pliant flesh, pressing and working it like a special kind of dough. "Oooh, yeah, baby," he hotly whispered in her ear, "I wish I met you before ... I wish I knew you first, honey ... before my wife!"
"I know ... I know," she whispered back. "But when we finish with her ... after tonight .. . oooh, maybe she'll be alright then ... maybe . . ." But she could no longer withstand the intense feelings of arousal that filled her body with desire, dictating that she turn around and kiss him heartily on the lips, giving him little swabs with her tiny wet-darting tongue, splaying outwards at his lips and then diving downwards along his belly ... kissing him on the stomach and on his hips and his pelvis ... and she dove deeper still, between his legs ... and with her lips like fingers took hold of the head of his blood-engorged member and sucked at the spongy cock-head, using long lascivious strokes of her tongue to suck voraciously at the pulsating thickness until he moaned with ravenous passion, "Oooh, Gawd! Yessss! Uuunnnhhhh, good, Angela ... so-oo good!"
He lay down backwards, spreading his legs and giving her all the room between his hairy muscled thighs she would need. She applied her hands to the tops of his legs, slowly but surely closing in with her cock-hungry fingers until she surrounded his lust-bloated testicles and his meaty erection with her tiny hot fists while all the time her ovalled lips worked diligently to continue sucking at his turgid stiffness!
"Unnnnhhh, don't stop!" he groaned with obscene delight as he lifted up his head and watched his own hardened cock skewering upwards with throbbing intensity into her moist thickly ovalling lips. She was devouring his penis with animal intensity, actively working her jaws around and around the hardness of his virile penis, trying to get more and more of his jerking prick into the depths of her wantonly sucking throat. For a moment he could actually see the head of his prick bulging bulb-like in the hollow of her sweet cheek, sticking out like a flesh knob, like some sort of goiter, from her face, and then he plunged upwards, arching his hips and pelvis, and dislodging from her cheek he sent the bulk of his meaty cock-tip into the back of her willing throat, wickedly filling her inner neck with at least a full-third of his hot throbbing cock!
"UUUUHHHH," she gurgled around it as her nostrils flared in wild abandonment, for she was the kind of woman who took a great pleasure in such animal wanton behavior, and no amount of ravishment from his penis in her throat would have been too much for her! With a keen sense of depravity she surrounded his buttocks with her tiny fingers and thus squeezing from underneath him, pulled his pelvis up even harder against her hot voraciously sucking mouth and took even more of his pulsating blue-veined thickness into her throat!
Then, without releasing the turgid stiffness that penetrated her lust-wracked lips, she swiveled her hips around behind her and climbed upon his chest in such a manner that her nakedly splayed wet pussy lips ended up in full view and only inches from his face! Looking head on into the narrow hair-rimmed lips of her vagina, Larry Hanger let out a low-pitched whistle. Merely the sight of so perfectly formed a pair of puckering labia stimulated his fondest sense of admiration and regard! "Ooooh, honey, this is as nice a little cunt as I've ever had the privilege of!"
With his fingers she took hold of the two clit-wet labia and spread them out so that he had an unencumbered view of her aroused clit. "Say," he commented, "you got a pretty nice-sized little button here, honey!" And this, from Larry Hangers's point of view, was quite an understatement, for the young blonde girl's clitoris was easily three-quarters of an inch long and somewhat fatter than the back of a tack. "Oooh, yeah, baby, this is gonna be some fun!"
She backed up slightly when she heard him say that, and without hesitating for even an instant, Larry lifted his head to close the distance between his mouth and her cunt and began sliding his slippery tongue against her glistening, puckered pubic lips.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhh," she moaned with obvious obscene pleasure, and so taken was she by the sudden shudder of desirous chill that charged her spine and shook her hips that she had to release his cock temporarily from her mouth and simply pant for breath! "Oooooh, Gawd ...! Faawwwwkkkk...! Gawd ...!" she groaned animalishly as his tongue swabbed the knobby little clitoral flesh in her vagina labia. Every now and then he pressed his tongue into the narrow wet tunnel itself, and on such occasions Angela stopped breathing all together so that she could concentrate that much more on the feel of the thick tongue flesh inside her belly!
Larry opened his eyes between tongue-fucks and espied the young blonde girl's asshole. The rubbery orifice beckoned to him, and he could feel his prick re-doubling in strength with the thought of what he planned to do sometime, someday, with that little asshole of hers! "Ooooh, yeah," he hissed, and he dove back into her pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her inflamed labia and her aroused clitoris!
After another moment or two of this oral fucking in her cunt, after adjusting to the flame like passions that licked and burned between her comely warm thighs, which from time to time she clamped tightly around Larry's face, Angela Heet went back to licking and sucking his glistening wet prick! So carried away were the twosome with their oral fucking that neither of them heard Ken Atwell stand up to answer a knock at the front door. Nor did Larry Hanger or Angela Heet hear Cindy Hanger's first jealous, frightful wail, the short screech under her breath that she let out upon seeing her husband obscenely sprawled beneath and licking another woman's cunt!
Chapter Four
"Oo-oh!" Cindy cried pitiably upon seeing the lewd spectacle of her husband of less than two months glued in adulterous oral contact to the saucy wet gash of her best friend, Angela Heet. She stood dumbfounded at the front door alongside Ken Atwell, who was naked and gaining another erection merely from imagining what it would be like to get his hands on the young bride. "Come in, come in," he said, shutting the door behind her. "Don't just stand there, come in!"
She stepped forward slightly, more in awe of the strange naked coupling in front of her on the living room floor than for any other reason, and she stood staring, gazing down on the obscenely tangled couple as they furiously licked each other's genitals into more and more arousal.
"Wh-Wh-What are they doing?" she stammered at Ken Atwell, and then she looked up and down his body, for the first time realizing that he stood there completely naked before her! She raised her hand to her mouth in horror and secret fascination, wondering what this amazing scene was all about!
"Why, I think they're eating pizza! That must be it! Why yes, they must be eating pizza," said Ken Atwell sarcastically. "Let's join them, shall we?" He took her arm and she backed away nervously, still in shock and not. comprehending the obscene orgy-like nature of the little sex play being acted out in front of her.
They must be crazy! She told herself. She calls me up and says to come over here ... and there she is on the floor ... with my husband! She shook her head numbly back and forth, stepping backwards against the living room wall, and then the shock of the scene hit her completely and she let out a short, strong shout, "Larry! God, Larry, what on earth are you doin?!"
Stunned and surprised, having completely forgotten that his wife was on her way over, Larry Hanger pulled his head out from between Angela Heet's warm clasping thighs and he wiped his mouth of the glistening wet clit juice that was there from his licking in Angela's overheated pussy. "Oh, Cindy," he said softly, "I'm glad you're here. I-I-I was just telling Angela about, ah, how I was glad she'd called you and-" It had been one thing to think about turning his wife on sexually, about having an orgy, but it was entirely a different thing to actually explain to her what he had in mind.
"This is incredible," she moaned. "My best friend, my new husband, some strange man . . ." She looked at Ken Atwell. "You're all naked!"
They looked down at their aroused naked genitals the way a drunk would regard the forgotten bottle in his hands and then back at Cindy Hanger. "So?" said Angela Heet, the first to speak. "You saw me naked like this just this afternoon, right!?"
"Well, yes, but you weren't with my husband then!"
"No, I wasn't, but the reason I'm with your husband now is because he, wants to help you get excited sexually, and so does Ken. That's why we're all here. We just want to help you 'with your sexual problems."
"No thank you!" she moaned with obvious pain in her voice, trying to avert her eyes from the sight of the naked man and woman. "Angela, we've been friends for years! How could you do this to me?" She turned around and faced away from them.
It was then that Ken Atwell inspected the young bride, as if for the first time. She was wearing a short mauve skirt and a clinging yellow tank-top. Her hips and buttocks were full well-rounded and yet, somehow, girlish. Even with her back partially to him, he could tell that Cindy Hanger had large, curvacious breasts. Already a new hardness was springing between his legs, just from imagining what it would be like to seduce this arousing young woman in front of him.
"Say, Larry," said Ken, "would you mind if I went first with your wife? Just to kind of get the ball rolling?"
"No, Ken, that would be just fine with me," said Larry from the floor, leaning on his elbow between Angela's splayed thighs. "Why don't you warm her up some, just for kicks." This last was said with such coolness that it even surprised Angela.
Cindy turned around on all of them. "No thank you," she said under her breath, and she started for the door again. "I'm going home to pack my things, Larry. I think we can get an annulment and that will be that." The look on her face was fierce and determined. She started for the door.
But before she could get anywhere near it, Larry Hanger was up and off the living room floor, across the room in one quick step and grabbing hold of his young bride around the arm. "You're not going anywhere. Not for a while, anyhow. You're going to stay here with us until I say you can leave. Then you can have your annulment."
She shook free for an instant of his hold on her arm and started forward. Ken Atwell stepped in front of her, his huge naked body gleaming like a flesh roadblock. "Please get out of my way," she said. "I want to leave."
"I don't think your husband wants you to leave," said Ken Atwell, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it softly while talking to the young girl. "And I know I don't want you to leave. How about you, Angela? Do you want Cindy to leave?"
Angela's young eyes caressed Cindy's fine body, and she said, "No, I don't want her to leave. I want her to stay, stay, stay as a matter of fact!"
"Looks like you're out voted," said Ken Atwell. "Why not just take off your clothes and enjoy yourself-with the rest of us!"
She looked down to where he was fondling himself and closed her eyes in disgust. She'd never seen a man stroking his cock like that, and even the sight of it offended her. "I, ah ... please ... please let me go home!" she said softly, her voice bleating and fearful.
"Now, now," said Ken Atwell, extending one hand to her shoulder and touching her lightly there, "you just-"
Cindy recoiled from his touch, backing away. "Larry," she intoned, "please, let me go! I won't bother you ... I won't bother you at all! Just let me go home! You and your friends can have all the sex you want, and-"
"No, Cindy," said Larry, an angry rage burning in his voice. "I spent three months courting you, listening to your lousy promises, hearing you beg your way out of this situation and out of that one, promising me that you'd come around sooner or later. Well, tonight you're going to come around for sure! No more promises. No more getting out of it. Tonight, my darling young bride, before you go and leave home and get your annulment, before you promise me anything else, you're going to give me everything! You hear me? Everything!"
Fearfully, never having heard her husband angry like this, she backed against the living room wall. Her shoulders trembled with fright, for she had a terrible overwhelming sensation of powerlessness. She looked from one to the other of them, hoping for mercy and compassion. Instead, they slowly but surely closed in on her, their naked sweating bodies suddenly predominating her helplessness.
"Please... ? Please... ?" she begged pitiably, but they kept coming until they were all three of them upon her!
Chapter Five
"Let's take her clothes off," said Larry Hanger, his eyes burning red like coals. "Come on!"
He took hold of his trembling wife by the arm and dragged her into the center of the living room. With one quick hand he ripped down the middle of her simple cotton blouse and opened up the front of it, revealing the big halter brassiere which she wore to support her comely voluptuous breasts.
"No, Ken ... Please ... No more ..." She shook her head back and forth, pleading with, him, but she could see from the intense look in his eyes that he had no intention of stopping. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up against his chest. He reached around behind her and undid the clasp of her brassiere, pulling down as he pushed her away the shreds of her blouse. Her big white breasts came pouring out from under the protection of her brassiere and the nipples were sticking upright, aroused with fright.
"Wow!" groaned Ken Atwell. "Your wife's got nice big tits, man! You know? Really nice ones!"
"Wouldn't you love to suck on one of those?!" said Larry Hanger with a snarl. "Sure you would." He reached out and cupped one of the large, creamy breasts, pressing the nipple into his palm. "Sure you would," he continued. "You'd love to suck on this big ripe white breast, Ken, right? But just try to. This little lady here doesn't know about what turns her on, see? So you suck on a tit like this, you put your tongue on the nipple and you think maybe she'll get just a little bit hot, right? But no, not her! She's got to hold back. You could suck those breasts-" He let go of her voluptuous white breast and turned away for a moment. "-all fucking night long, and you'd be lucky if she so much as smiled or breathed a little deeper ..."
"That cold, eh?" said Ken Atwell.
"Please," she said, sobbingly shaking her head and beginning to cry on account of the humiliation. "I'm not like that. And Larry, this isn't right. You know it's not right, and-"
He turned back around and grabbed her by the hips, again pulling her forward. "Lemme show you something else about this little lady, Ken," he said, tugging on the waistband of her skirt. "Lemme show you how her cunt is, too!" He yanked on the zipper that held her skirt closed, and then he pulled the snap undone and revealed her panties and the garters that held up her stockings. "Look at all that paraphernalia she's got on there. It's enough to stop a tank, right?"
He snickered at his own little description of his young bride-wife, and then he started grabbing for her silky panties and for the stockings which covered her long shapely legs. "I'm gonna undress you, honey, right here in front of these kind friends of ours, and then you're gonna put out! For the first time in your life, you're really going to put out! You know what I mean?"
It took him a minute, fighting against her flailing arms and kicking legs, but he managed to undress her. She was crying big salty wet tears, and the streaming down her cheeks left little white streaks on her heated, blushing face. She was struggling with him all the way to the floor, but finally, laying flat under him on Ken Atwell's living room, she gave way for a moment, hissing in an angry whisper instead in his ear: "I'll never forgive you for humiliating me this way ... Never! Do you hear? Never ... never . . . never... !"
"Baby," he said, sitting up a little off of her body, "I want to tell you something: I'll never forgive you for holding out on me on the one thing I wanted from you. You hear me? That's why you're here tonight. That's why these people are gonna help me. So that you give me what you should have given me a long, long time ago." He leaned down and kissed his wife harshly on the lips, filling her mouth and resistant throat with his tongue.
She tried to refuse the familiar feel of his Frenching tongue, but somehow it was a learned response in her to provide him in this small way, and she couldn't help but let him kiss her passionately. She tried to slow her body's responding heat, too, because she knew that it wouldn't be enough to just fuck him on this night, that he was going to ask for much, much more, and that if she let him get a little hold on her now, he would take everything ... and she was afraid of that ... desperately afraid ... and ashamed, too!
"Please!" she groaned when he let her breathe again. "Please! Let me go!"
But he leaned down into her again, this time kissing her even longer, beginning to pump his hips against her pelvis, pulling one leg up between her long smooth loins and providing the inner slicks of her supple, ample thighs with his muscularly pumping upper leg. His thickened cock rested comfortably against the hollow of her pelvis, the blood-engorged head of his throbbing member sliding and grinding right alongside her pubic triangle. He held her two voluptuous creamy breasts in his squeezing hands while he continued to kiss her passionately.
Up above, watching like hungry crows, Ken Atwell and Angela Heet looked upon the beginning of this ravishing defilement with lewd vicarious satisfaction. They watched the way the young bride struggled unsuccessfully for her much desired freedom and Ken Atwell especially enjoyed seeing Cindy slowly but surely submit to the unwanted passions of her voluptuous body!
"Look at her go," he said, seeing the way she was involuntarily responding to her defiling husband's hands and grinding hips. "She's gettin' turned on whether she likes it or not!"
"Yeah," murmured Angela Heet, a little more sympathetic to the young bride's predicament, "but I think you could be a little nicer to her, Larry."
The revengeful husband looked back ever his shoulder at Angela Heet. "What's that, baby-doll? You fearing for your friend here?"
"I just think you could be a little nicer to her, that's all. You don't have to prove you're right about her being cold by hurting her."
"Suppose you show me what you mean, eh?" He laughed, thinking that Angela Heet would not know what to do next.
"Sure," she said. "You just hold her a little for me first, okay?"
"Sure," said Larry, dumbfounded himself. "Why not? Come on, Ken. You can help me."
Ken Atwell got down on his hands and knees and held the young bride by the ankles. He had her splayed openly, her legs spread wide apart, her loins as far from each other as possible. He looked lasciviously up the length of her body to where her pelvis shined clean and white, to where her pubis was bristling with curly hairs and her puckering pink lips were openly wet.
At her arms was Cindy Hanger's husband. He held her tinned down by the wrists and was watching Angela prepare herself. "What you gonna do, Angela, honey?"
"I'm gonna eat her," she said softly, squatting down alongside the frightened young bride.
Cindy looked up at her high school friend. "How can you do this, Angela? How can you be so vile?" Secretly, she wondered to herself what it would be like to have the other young woman's face between her legs, but the repulsion she felt for the notion of making love to another woman temporarily overwhelmed her. She felt so ashamed to be held captive this way, by her own husband yet! It was enough to make her mad for a lifetime! She wished she'd never heard of the word marriage, and as for sex...
Suddenly she could no longer think. Angela Heet was actually on her hands and knees between Cindy's legs. She was bending over, and putting her mouth to Cindy's cunt!
The young bride craned her neck upwards and looked down to where her naked pubis was tingling from some strange moist sensation. Sure enough, it was not her imagination! There was Angela Heet's head, bobbing up and down between her thighs, and it was that woman's tongue that was causing the sudden tingling sensations between her legs. "God, not that!" she cried. "Nooooo, please!"
Even though she protested in full voice and attempted to convince them that this was wrong, something in her body responded fully to the sensational licking between her vagina lips. She could even feel her clitoris rising up to meet, twitch and pulse against Angela Heet's pressing, licking tongue. Despite her best efforts to deny the effects of the swabbing tongue as it drove to and fro in the narrow wet space between her labia, Cindy could not completely keep down the rising burning passions that had begun to grow between her legs. She felt a hot and cold shiver running up and down her spine, and her heart began to thunder in her chest. That licking in her cunt was taking over her body, and though she squirmed and flailed from side to side, struggling for freedom against the clasping tight grips of the men's hands around her ankles and her wrists, something deep in her belly told her in a guttural voice, one that she'd never heard before, Submit ... submit ... give in ... it feels good ... submit, Cindy ... give up ... and submit... !
She rolled her hips upwards and tried to yank back and away, digging her soft virginal buttocks into the carpeting below, but the tongue that drilled into her cuntal sheath stayed with her, coming at her slippery springy little clitoris with that much more persistence and intensity. She could feel a pair of fingers plying the lips of her cunt back and open, peeling her like a green fig, and then she felt the tongue again, sliding up and down inside the entrance to her belly.
She sucked for breath, gasping and panting and rolling her eyes suddenly open. There, above her, leaning over her, was her husband, leering with a lecherous expression in his eyes and on his face, actually taking lascivious delight in the lewd oral fucking.
"Larry, please!" begged the young bride. "Stop her. . ! Can't you please stop her?"
"You kidding?" he said, regarding Cindy with disdain. "This is the hottest you've been in the whole time I ever knew you!"
"Oh, God," cried the voluptuous young bride, "noooo ... noooo ... pleeease .. , nooooooo . . ." Suddenly the horrible humiliation of the scene consumed her and she felt devastated by the awful defilement they were all three of them working on her body. It suddenly dawned on her that a man she hardly knew was nakedly crouched at her feet splaying her legs spread open wide, and between her loins, licking at her cunt, was a woman she'd gone to high school with, and holding her arms, keeping her captive, was her own new husband! It was such a disgusting and debauched spectacle that she could hardly believe it was really happening!
But then there came that incredible torching in her vagina, that flaming sensation from a tongue rippling up and down her lust-excited clitoris, making it all too plain that indeed this depravity was really and truly going on ... that there was no denying that another woman was presently down there between her legs ... hungrily licking up her vagina ... actively fucking her in the cunt with her tongue!
"Ooooh, stop it!" she cried out pathetically, her voluptuous breasts heaving upwards as she arched her back in an effort to escape. "Stop it...! Now stop that, Angela! Right now!"
Angela paused for a moment and sat up from between Cindy's legs. "What's the matter, Cindy? Don't you like it? I know a dozen girls who would pay me for this!"
"Please?" she moaned. "Please don't do that anymore...?" She shook her head from side to side and breathed deeply, thanking her lucky stars for the temporary break she had from the defiling tongue that was until that moment stealing away all of her strength and will to protest the humiliating defilement. "You just have to understand ... I'm not like you people ... I can't do this ... It's just no good and-"
"I've heard enough of this crap," said Ken Atwell, letting loose of the young bride's ankles. "Get out of there, Angela, and let a man take care of her!"
"WHAT?! NO!" screeched Cindy as Angela climbed out from between her legs. "Larry? Please? Don't let him? Please Larry?"
"Baby," said the young bride's vengeful husband, "I think you're gonna like this ... I really do hope so, anyhow ..." He smiled sadistically and then looked up at Ken Atwell. "Go to it, man. Fuck my wife silly, will ya! Fuck her into oblivion. Because after that, I got something real special planned for her ... so special she'll never forget it. . !"
Chapter Six
The panic stricken young bride's whimpering pleas were enough to turn anyone's sympathies in her favor, but Ken Atwell wasn't just anyone. He wanted some of that juicy pussy before the repressed, "cock-hungry bitch" was completely defiled! He wanted her fresh and squirming for relief ... because he knew her supple young body would be a special treat for his lust hardened cock!
"N-No," she stammered as he lowered himself into the gap between her quivering loins, "P-P-Please, I never d-d-did it with anyone but him! P-P-Please...? !" She begged shamelessly that he cease his downward plunge onto her body, hoping for just an ounce of mercy. Her body shook with fright at the touch of his hugely throbbing blue-veined thickness against the smoothness of her thigh. The naked blonde bride begged hysterically even though she knew he was going to do it. Already he was pressing his wicked cock-head against the defensively puckered entrance to her tight little cunt. It was clear that he meant to have her!
"Baby, I'm gonna re-tool your love tunnel! Larry here says you ain't been a good little wifey-poo these past couple of months!"
His face was only inches from hers, his eyes bulging out of his head, his lips thick and wet. On his forehead were little driblets of sweat, and she thought that she could smell the scent of liquor on his breath. It was awful to be so close to a stranger, a man she didn't know. She could see the pores in his skin, veins throbbing in his temples, the way the hair grew in his scalp. She wanted to squirm free, to get out from under him, and she made movements sideways with her girlish hips, struggling and pressing her cheeky rump down so as to be able to slide out. But he held her at the wrists, now, and he said, softly as she panted for freedom, "Hold still, you little bitch!"
She shook her head dumbly, "Nooooo.. ! Please ... noooo!"
He released one of her arms with his right hand and his hand disappeared down between their two bodies. "NO!" she screeched again. She could hear her husband and Angela cackling mercilessly from the side, and when she looked over to see what they were doing she was shocked over again, and her fright redoubled, for now she knew there was no chance of help whatsoever: her husband and her best friend were playing with each other's genitals, sitting on the sofa masturbating one another. They had lecherous, lascivious grins on their contorted faces while they manipulated each other's private parts and looked back and forth from between their crotches to where Cindy herself lay pinned by the stranger, Ken Atwell!
"Oooh, God," she moaned sufferingly, "nooooo! Nooooo!"
"Shut up you bitch!" yelled Ken Atwell. "You know you want it just as much as the next girl!" His hand was now between their two wrestling bodies, and she could feel him taking hold of his hardened penis and pressing the tip in the vicinity of her nakedly puckered pussy.
Next, despite her protest and her attempts to struggle against his sexual attack, she felt his finger driving forward between her labia, and digging in a circle, stretching the elastic entrance to her belly.
She started to wriggle, desperately trying to escape this cruel assault on her vagina, but he had her tight in his grip. "Nooooo!" she bleated, crying tears of debilitating shame as the naked stranger crushed her full swollen breasts with his own muscular chest and forced his finger even deeper into the hot wet confines of her satiny clinging vaginal orifice.
"Oooohhh ... uuuuhhhhh ..." she groaned once again as he pried at her vagina with his finger. For an instant there was relief, and then she was being mercilessly prodded again, this time with two fingers instead of one.
Ken Atwell's fingers pulled back from her pussy, and she felt the pouting lips of her cunt folding slightly, but not enough they were peeled wetly open, and now he was actually going to insert his cock in the gap! There was no stopping him! He began to push, the blood-thick head of his penis pressing against her clit-wet labia, pushing the thin, hair-rimmed lips into the hole with clobbering effect. For a moment the strange feel of another man's penis violating her pussy gave her pause, and then, as he plunged forward, pushing into her belly with incredible strength and power, she felt his new thickness!
"Uuuuuunnnhhh! Godddddd!" Her voice went hoarse from crying and pleading and it trailed away to a rasping whisper that barely gurgled from her throat as the cruelly fucking stranger continued to fuck into her soft cuntal sheath with growing abandon. His cock was thick and pulsatingly hot as it bored into the remote back hollows of her satiny interior, filling her youthful bridal belly with a pole-like hardness!
Suddenly, as though she were a virgin all over again, something broke inside, and as he pulled back and cocked his hips for the second deep thrust, her hair-rimmed lips flowered out of the way and gave to him a free and easy, slippery wet channel into which his cock became suffused with liquid heat and wetness. Her clasping interior pussy gripped with automatic response the ridged thickness of his skewering thickness.
"Say," she heard someone say from off to the side, and she thought she recognized her husband's voice, "let's fuck her in the mouth at the same time!"
She knew logically that he meant her, but she couldn't emotionally fathom the idea of another man's prick drilling into her body, no matter what orifice he chose. She was in such incredible shock just now from being violated and shamed by a complete stranger that the idea of another hardness entering her body, pushing into her mouth, had no meaning whatsoever! She gasped for breath and looked in a frightened manner at the rolling ceiling up above her.
"Now ... nice and wet!" she heard Ken Atwell groaning from above her. He said nothing else, but pushed his cock sideways and grinded against the tight trembling lips of her pussy and then ... plunged deeper still, this time shoving his cock all the way into the remote depths of her sweetly churning pussy. He paused for a moment, feeling the way his testicles slapping lewdly on her upturned buttocks, enjoying it the most when she squirmed and wiggled to try and lessen the pleasure he was giving her against her will, and he could feel his lust bloated testicles tightening and heating with growing intensity! "Oooh, yeah, your wife's got a nice little tight one, he murmured to Larry Hanger who was now kneeling beside Cindy's face with his cock in hand.
"You think so?" asked Larry, looking down at Cindy's panting moist lips. "She sure is gettin' turned on a little more now, though, isn't she?!"
"You can say that again," said Ken Atwell, his face a picture of lecherous intent. "What you gonna do with your cock, man?"
"I'm gonna have my little wifey-poo do something she's refused me for three months now. I'm gonna rub it on her lips and make her blow me some..."
Cindy jerked in surprise and bewilderment to recognize her own husband holding his cock only an inch or two from her trembling mouth lips. "Pleassseeee?" she whispered at him between struggling breaths of arousal caused by the penetrating prick in her slippery little cunt. "Please .. ? Larry... ?"
"Isn't that nice?" said Larry Hanger. "She said `please'. She must want to suck me off quite a bit, wouldn't you say?"
"Hehn, hehn," chortled Ken Atwell, his long hard cock deeply buried in the voluptuous blonde's cuntal vee. "You may as well give her at least a taste. Seeing as how she wants it so badly anyway, I mean, why deprive a person of something you can give 'em so easy, Larry? That's what I always say!"
"I agree," said Larry Hanger, ignoring his young bride's helpless begging. "I concur in your opinion, Kenneth. I shall give her just a taste."
And with that he leaned over her pretty rose-colored blushing face and with one hand held her lips open and with the other guided his thickly bulging prick head into the hot wet oral sanctuary between her lips. He held her jaws apart and wormed downwards until fully half of his cock had disappeared into the depths of her throat. His testicles slapped and danced against her chin, the bristly pubic hairs of his scrotum scratching up against the softness of her face.
"Ooooh," she groaned from deep in her cock-full throat as the heavily ridged intruder penetrated through the back of her mouth and into the remote inner spaces well beyond her oral uvula. He held her by the side of the head, his palms pressed around the side of her face against her little ears while his cock struck down deep to fill up her softly beating interior mouth. He rolled her head from side to side so as to give his bulging prick a kind of variety rubbing from her soft wet ovalling lips. She sucked as best she could on the hardness now, for really it was the only way she could avoid choking to death on it. From time to time he pumped even deeper than she thought possible, actually sliding halfway down her throat, and at such moments, though she felt like giving way, simply drowning, she persisted and sucked heartily though at first unwillingly on the meaty pole like cock!
"Yeahh," groaned Ken Atwell, pleased with the sight of his friend's cock slamming into the young bride's sensuous red lips, "keep fucking her mouth, man, and I'll take care of her cunt for you!"
"You ... ooooooohh ... do that," gurgled Larry Hanger, pleased with the feel of his timid young wife's mouth sucking voraciously around his throbbing erection. He rolled his hips from side to side and worked the turgid stiffness that was his penis back and forth in the hot wet sensuous space he'd made of her oral lips. "Aahhhhh, she's never been finer!" he moaned. "Never!"
A moment later he pulled back and smiled devilishly with only two inches of his prick remaining suffused in the poor young bride's mouth. "I think ... I'm going
... to ... to . aaaaaahhhhhh, shit... ! Gaaaaawwwwdddddddd, yesssssssss-ssssss. . . ." he hissed with panting relief. He pumped forward, slipping into her mouth, back into. .the fully inserted position once again. Only this time, he was ejaculating!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuyhhnnnn," grunted the young bride, as she began to drown in the hard-pumping salvos of thick creamy cum that drenched the inside of her throat with scalding splatters. "Uuuhhhhnnnnnn ... oooooooh!" She didn't realize her own ability to fight for survival until the thick wads of cum nearly blocked off her breathing passage, and then she began to roll her face from side to side, snorting for breath and swallowing up as much of the hot milky semen as she could! Soon she achieved a steady rubbing and sucking rhythm with her tongue and lips, a cadence which enabled her to swallow down as much of the jism as imaginable. The cock in her mouth kept pulsating and throbbing until she could barely keep track of her own rhythm, and for a moment, in fact, she lost count and the sperm wetness went dribbling obscenely out of the corners of her lips and dripping down on her heated, prickling shoulders and breasts. Then she found her pace again, and continued sucking her husband's forceful cock. It was a moment later when he pulled his deflating prick out of her mouth and she took her first free breath in what seemed like an eternity of sucking.
She felt like she was coming up from under water. And then, at that moment, she realized once more that another cock remained inserted in her flesh, the one in her cunt!
"Oooooh," she bleated in total shame and humiliation as the debasement became perfectly clear and etched in her frightened abused consciousness. "Ooooh, fuuucccccckkkk!"
"Yeah," grunted Larry Hanger, sitting back with a look of satisfaction on his face, "fuck! That's the whole idea, honey-fuck ... fuck ... fuck...!"
Chapter Seven
Angela Heet knelt beside Cindy Hanger and Ken Atwell. She watched intensely as Ken continued to jam his cock in and out of the young, inhibited bride's pussy. Angela could even see where Ken's thick-headed prick speared into the puckering pink ravaged lips of her friend's vagina.
"You're really gettin' her good, Ken," said the younger girl unashamedly. "Looks to me like our idea about training this girl is gonna be a big success!"
As she spoke, Angela put a hand down between her legs and located her own hot labia. She stuck one finger between the lips of her cunt and rolled her finger from side to side, delicately but quickly bringing her clitoris to a super-heated high. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and became quickly glazed as she began to self-masturbate in rhythm to the spectacle of Ken and Cindy on the floor in front of her.
"I just love to watch my friends fucking," she hissed with flared nostrils and wide open dilated eyes. She flopped down on the floor with her legs widespread, and in this sitting position she fondled her breasts with one hand and continued fucking her cunt with the other. "Oooh, yeah," she drooled with lecherous intent etched on her fine-featured face, "this is the best!" Her eyes were glued to Cindy's young, hotly responding body. Merely the idea of fucking was enough to turn on the lecherous blonde Angela, so getting to see her friend Cindy actually fucking was like a superaphrodisiac! It turned the dance girl on so much that she could hardly control herself.
She began wildly pumping her finger in and out of her cunt until her overdeveloped clitoris and mushroom brown nipple caps were so large that it was blatantly obvious she was going to have a cum.
"It makes me ... HOT!" she blurted, closing her eyes for an instant to enjoy the sweet pleasure her pumping fingers were giving herself. "It makes me sooooo hot!"
"Don't you want maybe one of us to help you out?" suggested Ken between strokes of his cock into Cindy's pussy. "Wouldn't you like maybe for Larry or me to do that for you?" He was referring to the stimulating she was doing in her own pussy.
"Naw," she said, "I know just how to do it. Matter of fact, I bet I could get that little bitch friend of mine hotter faster than you could any day!"
Larry debated the thought that occurred to him next, and then he pulled his prick out of Cindy's pussy and laid off of her. The young voluptuous bride nearly died with relief, for this was the first moment in what seemed like an eternity that a cock was not buried somewhere in her flesh. "Oooh, thank you," she moaned, "thank you ... thank you ... oooooohhhh it feels so nice now ..."
But before she could gain much relief from this sudden change of events, Angela Heet was upon her! The turned-on experienced blonde climbed down between her friend's legs to the place where only an instant before Ken Atwell's cock had been digging in, and she splayed out Cindy's pussy with two fingers and dove for the pink glistening flesh of the young bride's cunt!
But despite her protests and her wriggling and her squirming-Ken Atwell had taken to holding her arms-the young bride could barely escape this new onslaught of lechery upon her vagina. Angela's tongue was like a long soft penis, quickly darting here and there around her clitoris, knowingly stimulating every available hot spot of her cunt. "You're killing me," cried Cindy, "you're killing me with your ... tongue!"
Angela's fingers slipped under the young bride's rump and crushed Cindy's two full buttocks. She squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of the voluptuous girl's asscheeks while simultaneously applying long licking strokes of her tongue to the inside of Cindy's pussy.
"Ooooh ... ooooh ... aaaahhhh," moaned the helpless, young girl, unable to prevent the delicious sucking of her vagina. In her mind she was unable to stop the loud voice that screamed at her, You are a whore now ... a no good little slut ... These people have defiled you completely ... You will never again have any respect ... Your husband despises you and that is why he has disdainfully fucked your body into oblivion through these other people ... You are a tramp, Cindy Hanger... a no good little fuck-suck tramp!
It wasn't but a moment later when she felt her body-despite the guttural voice of her horrible conscience-responding with huge heaving upward movements, her cunt practically reaching out and trying to grab more and more of that deliciously licking tongue ... her buttocks wishing for -more of that hot rubbing and squeezing that Angela Heet's fingers were performing!
"Noooo!" bleated the young abused bride, her voice and her scream contradictory with the inner drives of her excited aroused body. "Noooo, please!"
Cindy's angry husband now kneeled close at hand, and while Ken Atwell, his prick still stiff and glistening from the fucking he'd been doing in the bride's cunt, held her arms, her husband reached out and began to fondle her breasts. So it was that the young voluptuous innocent girl came to find herself with no less than three people actively involved in stimulating and arousing her body: Ken held her arms, Larry rubbed her breasts, and Angela was busily licking her vagina. It was more than she could successfully withstand. A steady raging heat began to burn in her ravished loins, and she pumped with more and more abandon at the hotly licking tongue drilling deeply now into her cuntal sheath. She pressed her breasts upwards at the stimulating fingers which squeezed and massaged her lust-wracked nipples, and there seemed to be no way for her humiliated flesh to deny the incredible chills and heat coursing through her veins! "Aaaaahhhh, shit," she moaned, the hot tears of humiliating submission beginning to well up in her eyes as her body turned on her and gave way to the sense of arousal working on her skin, in her cunt, on her nipples. All over she was feeling that fire ... It had spread from her cunt to her thighs ... up her belly ... and she was burning with hot arousal all over ... no longer able to deny that something was happening to her that had never before occurred. Slowly but surely she was giving way ... accepting the incredible shameful fucking they were giving her, one and all!
Then there came a voice, soft and clear, as if it came from a thousand miles away in the distance but right next to her ear at the same time: "I think she's ready now. I really do think she's more turned on than ever ..."
"Well, we'll see about that," said another voice, one that she thought was familiar to her. Then she rose up out of her fog like state of mind that had set in, and she identified the voice as her husband's. It was as if she'd momentarily slipped away from reality, and now she was back again. "Yeah, look at her," said another voice, the one belonging to the man named Ken. "She's so ready she's itching for it!"
With that she sat up slightly and looked down at her body. She didn't even know it, but her legs were squeezing shut and scissoring open and quivering, and as she let her head down she heard someone say again, "Oh, yeah this is gonna be a great fucking turn-on, man ... really ... Good thinking ... We'll fuck her silly like that!"
And suddenly she came back fully into the world of reality, screaming loud and clear and trying to climb out of the hands that held her wrists and her ankles, "N000000!"
But it was too late. They held her too tightly. And someone said, "Okay, get her over ... and we'll both start fucking her!"
Chapter Eight
"Awww, pleasseeee!"
She wiggled and squirmed, but it was no good. They had her too securely ... they were holding her too tightly ... Only now she was belly down, her breasts crushed against the carpeting as they pulled her legs open from behind.
"Wh-Wh-What are you doing?" she begged to know as they all three of them seemed to pull her apart and stretch her this way and that. One thing was for sure: she felt so vulnerable ... and so unprotected back behind her that she could hardly believe it.
"Don't you worry any more, Cindy," said her husband's voice as she craned her neck in an effort to see behind her. "Your worrying days are over. From now on, Ken and me are gonna do all your thinkin' for you. Ain't that right Ken?"
She realized that her husband was planning something even more humiliating now than everything else. It was as if he was suddenly getting back at her for every refusal she'd ever made to him. It was awful, to think that now, here in the presence of utter strangers when it came to bed and love, he was going to violate her yet another time. She could hardly believe it.
"Please?" she whined submissively. "Please, darling, can't I have another chance? Please? I'll be good ... Let's go home right now and I'll show you ... I'll do anything ... Just no more of this...? Please...?"
"Fuck you," grunted her angry husband, settling down behind her between her forcibly opened thighs with his throbbing cock in hand. He used his other hand to part the narrow hairless cleft of her asscheeks. "I'm gonna get me some of what I been wantin' from you for a long, long time, honey. And then I'll get some more of it... and some more ... until you beg!"
She could not understand the hatred in his voice, but one thing was for sure-he had his finger now between the soft crease of her ass, and he was applying the tip of that bony digit to the inside of her tiny rubbery sphincter, slowly but surely inserting into it.
At first she'd been unable to tell for sure what he was doing, but now, as the pressure mounted, and turning around and seeing him actually doing it, she realized how awful it was. "Uuuugggh! Godddd!" she grunted. Her voice was hoarse and pleading as her own husband began to sodomize her asshole with his finger, slowly but surely plunging his digit punishingly into the virginal space of her anus. "Aaaawwww fffaaaawwww-" she cried out hurtfully as the finger drilled remorselessly into the hole between her soft jiggling bottom cheeks.
"She's good and tight," he boasted to Ken. "Just hold her a little more, and she'll be stretched out good enough!"
"No more!" she cried out, looking up in front of her to where Ken Atwell held her arms. His cock was jumping stiffly between his muscled thighs. She said softly,
"I'll do anything ... anything at all ... just stop this ... please stop it ... please...?" He looked at her with cold eyes, staring at her upturned begging lips and said, "I think I'm gonna like fucking you even more after hearing you beg this way, lady. You know what I mean? I think I like seeing you beg and squirm enough to take myself some happy-go-lucky seconds! Mmmm? You think?"
She began to sob hysterically as she realized that both men and even her best friend-Angela Heet held Cindy's ankles apart-intended to continue this defilement until she could no longer stand it. Already the cruel sadistic boring into her anus was giving her a dizzying feeling, as if she would pass out from the painful stretching of her sphincter. What more would they do to her? How long could she stand it? Then, as if they'd read her mind, the finger in her sore anus pulled back and away and her asshole was allowed to close up.
"Oh, God, yes," she murmured, breathing deeply and grateful for the reprieve. "Yes, thank you, thank you..."
"She loves it," blurted Ken Atwell, hungrily waiting for the next abuse. "Go on and give her the whole fuckin' thing. I can't wait much longer, ya know."
"Wh-Wh-What?" she demanded to know. "What are you talking about? He's done, isn't he done? What are you planning next? No more!" Her voice was tired and frantic, but she swung around and looked behind herself again. She saw at just that moment her husband pulling his cock out of Angela Heet's mouth. "Thanks baby," he told that woman, and he turned to the young bride herself, his naked prick gleaming wet with fresh hot saliva. "Lemme have a little grease for her asshole, though."
She couldn't stand keeping her head twisted that way any longer, but when she next felt a finger slipping up the crack of her butt, she knew what it was: Larry's finger coated with lubricant and sliding up and down between the cheeks of her ass. For a moment it almost felt good, and then came a slipping finger cramming into her sphincter and stretching her open with a coating of grease. The finger retreated and left her voided and then, suddenly, painfully, it was replaced with a thickheaded pressuring, a large plug like log being forced into place in her anus. For a moment she tolerated it without struggling, but then, like a fiery hot branding iron, the pain became unbearable.
"IIIEEEEHHHHH," she cried out, bucking backwards and then slamming down again in an effort to get free of what could only have been his thick mushroomheaded prick stabbing into her asshole. Indeed, she yanked her head around and realized that her husband had inserted his cock fully into her asshole and had no intention of pulling back. And his grip was so strong around her white buttocks that there was to be no escaping him or resisting physically either! The hard, ridged blunted head of his cock was punching into her buttocks like a crowbar, stiffly penetrating into her virginal ass and sodomizing her into the most humiliating submission imaginable! She began on hands and knees and ended up flattened out completely beneath his pressing, drilling weight and hard-driving muscle. His hips flipped up and down and each wave of his pelvis brought his meaty thick throbbing penis another inch into her behind!
"N0000! AAWWWKKKK! MMFFFGGHHH!" she grunted, unable to articulate her protest with any more than a guttural noise which seemed to come from deep in her throat. "Uuuuggghhh, fffaaawwwkkk," she cried out as he continued to mercilessly climb up and down her soft white ass-cheeks with his pelvis grinding his penis forever deeper into her anus!
"Mmm," he murmured from behind her, "what a tight little ass! I always knew it would be like this. .. nice and firm ... and cheek to cheek!" He gritted his teeth as the exquisite pressure encased him in a throbbing, rubbery heat. He pushed harder still and she began to buck and writhe hysterically as yet another inch of pipehard cock skewered its way relentlessly into her bowels!
"N-Noooo," she cried out, hoping for some miniscule amount of mercy from the man she'd married only a few months before. "Please ... Larry! PPPLEEEASSSEEEE ... GAAWWWWDDDD...!"
He was all the way in her now, his hair-covered scrotum bouncing tenderly against the insides of her cheeky little ass while his prick drilled around and around on the smooth elastic barrel of her plundered rectum!
"Take it out!" she hollered. "Oh, Larry, please, take it out, darling ... Take it fucking out!"
Angela Heet watched with lecherous desire mounting in her own body. She let loose of Cindy's ankles and kneeled at the side of the sodomizing. She put her hand down between her legs once again and began masturbating herself with her fingers, rolling her hot little digits up and down across the extended rubbery nub of her over-sized responsive clit! "Mmmm, oh, yeah, Larry! Keep fucking her like that! Get your cock all the way up inside her, man! Fuck her in the ass!" The sight of so much debauchery pleased the young dance girl no end, and she became more and more turned on just from watching the way Larry Hanger fucked into his young bride's asshole.
"Get her turned over," cried Ken Atwell from in front of Cindy. "Get her over on her back now, and let me get inside her, too!"
"Good," said Larry. "Good . . ." He reached around in front of Cindy, his cock still in position inside her asshole, and took hold of her large, creamy breasts. He pulled her up against his body and held her tightly from the chest, squeezing her breasts and keeping his rock-hard cock deep in her rectum. "Okay," he said, "start turning us ..."
Over they went, so that his wife ended up on his belly, her ass downwardly pumping into his cock! She'd tried to keep from getting more of his penis up her rectum, but in the process of being turned over, she ended up getting even more of his hard drilling pole-like dick. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted in disbelief as the pressure in her bowels mounted to well beyond her pain threshold. "NO MORE!"
"Hang on, little lady," blurted Ken Atwell, stroking his blue-veined hardness once more before mounting the young defiled bride, "and you'll be on your way to a whole new world! Just hang on!" He looked down upon her nakedly twisting body and reached into the smoothness between her thighs with two big muscular hands. He pried her thighs open and revealed the lovely puckering pink lips of her cuntal flesh buried in the curly pubic hair that surrounded her vagina. "Ooooh, yeah," he moaned with obscene delight upon viewing the naked wet cleft of her private parts. Down below he could see his friend's prick riding up and down in the young bride's anus, but that was of little or -no interest compared to the lovely fleshy lips spread open for his perusal like the wings of some strange exotic pink butterfly. He could even see her clit seething and twitching, probably against her will, but itching and aroused nonetheless! "Say, baby, you're just about ready for a very rare privilege!" And with that he jammed his finger into her pussy and ground it round and round until she moaned softly in helpless tones of sacrifice, "Nooooo ... noooooo ... noooooo ..." He kept rolling his finger around in the elastic portal leading into her belly, while from underneath her husband continued to batter up into her asshole ...
"Now," said Ken Atwell, "I'm gonna get me some of this juicy little cunt with my cock, and I think it's gonna be mighty righteous, too!" He took his blue glistening prick in hand and for a moment Cindy could see the angry red tip come leaping into view as he approached her on hands and knees, his cock leading the way ...
"STOP THAT!" she cried, hollering about both of the cocks which now attacked pier body. "STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!! STOP IT!!!!"
"Titch, titch," moaned Ken Atwell, his thick, pulsating cock-head sandwiched in the satiny soft folds of Cindy Hanger's splayed open pussy lips. "Just 'a little control, my dear," he said sadistically, taking her breasts in both hands while his cock made the quick climb into the depths of her warm wet juice coated cunt. Just as his prick seemed to be fully inside the defiled bride, rounding the soft curve of her cervix, she let out a blood-curdling wail, for she'd suddenly realized that now she had not just her husband's defiling cock in her asshole, but the stranger's prick simultaneously in her vagina! It was too much for her to accept all at once, and she moaned violently, turning for the moment into some sort of possessed young woman, completely out of control. Were it not for the two men who sandwiched her between them, she'd have flipped and rolled around on the floor like a devil's demon! As it was, the two men were hard-put to control her vigorously wiggling body.
But after a few moments of this intense successfully refuse the hard-beating cocks that worked twin-stroking in her body. There was no way to keep the one in her anal lips from driving as it pleased into her rectum, and the prick in her cunt was stretching her vagina, ravaging it in any way its owner, Ken Atwell, saw fit.
"Ooooooh ... oooooooh ... ooooooh," she moaned pitiably as the two hard cocks began to rhythmically fuck her two pelvis orifices without reprieve. They seemed to be driving deeper and deeper with every stroke, and her body was responding in all the wrong ways ... giving up ... submitting ... and no matter what she tried to tell her flesh, there seemed to be no escaping the fact that the two hard cocks pistoning in and out of her asshole and her vagina were simultaneously bringing her body into a new heat.
It wasn't supposed to happen that way ... she told herself. It wasn't supposed to be like this! Both of those pricks are so hot ... it's so filling like this ... I'm so ashamed... but it's soooooo good ...! Both at once.. ! Oh, yes ... both hard cocks in my body ... fucking both at once!!!
"AAHHHHHHH! HIEEE! EEEEEEE!" she cried aloud, giving way to the incredible temptation which until that moment she'd fought desperately to resist, the temptation to submit completely once and for all to the incredible humiliating defilement of her rocking, heaving body.
"Oh, yeah," hissed Angela Heet from the side, "she's into it now, guys! Keep fucking her! Fuck her harder! The harder the better!" She, too, was giving way to something ... to her fingers pumping lasciviously into her pulsating pussy ... three digits at once grinding away in the elastic portal of her belly. And just for extra fun she was reaching around behind herself and applying one finger to her anus, rubbing the rubber-tight sphincter there with a clit juice wetted digit while simultaneously fucking herself in the cunt with the other hand ... and all the time lusting after the sight of Cindy between the two hard fucking men! "Oooh, yeah," she hissed at the trio before her eyes, "fuck her harder, you men! Really put those cocks into full fucking gear!"
Larry hissed through his teeth as he fucked into Cindy again and again with deep, punishing thrusts. Her asshole gripped him like a hot fist soaked in melted
slippery butter, squeezing the full, strong length of his cock with incredible lascivious tightness, milking the anxious surge of his developing orgasm up from his lustswollen, hot sweaty balls!
Cindy's beautiful naked body, shuddering and quivering now in sudden release for she'd given way, relaxing with the thrusting cocks that took over her aroused flesh-no longer rippled with waves of shame and humiliation. Instead, she experiencing only excitement ... excitement and hot arousal and fast-rising passion, glowing with a tempting sheen, moist and appealing from the all-over perspiration that coated her heaving body.
She groaned again ... but this time it was not a complaint filled with pain! Rather, it was from the growing heat of her own wanton lusts! Her buttocks began a slow, sensuous encircling of her angry husband's long stiff prick. The bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of his hardened prick as it was imbedded far up in her bowels. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with some primeval, unheard rhythm ... the savage tempo of her real, heartfelt passion!
"Uuuuuuunnngggh! Unnnnggghhhh!" she grunted obscenely, moving back against him now, and then she realized that if she wanted to, she could control the thumping in her vagina and in her asshole by preparing her rocking and her rolling between the two men, by timing it exactly, and slowly but surely she found just the right pace at which to thrust her hips forward, in order to get the impaling cock that screwed into her pussy, and then to thrust her ripe white buttocks backwards on the other skewering stiffness, against the one that filled her ravished anus smooth rectal sheath.
"Oooooooh . . ." she moaned softly from time to time while working her sweating pelvis and belly between the two men, "oooooh ... oooooh ... yes ... yes ..." And then, suddenly, as her rocking pelvis quickened the pace, she gave way to the ultimate waves and ripples of desire that consumed her loins and fired her completely, moaning obscenely at the two of them, "Oh, yes ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt ... fuck me hard ... yessssssssssssss ... fuck ... fuck my asshole ... fuck it so I can't stand it ... harder, Larry ... harder in my asshole, Larry ... fuck me har-DERRRRRRRRR!!!!"
"She's almost there!" cried Ken Atwell in front, his cock suffusing with her liquid heat in her pussy. "I'm gonna blast her now!"
"Hold off a little longer," said Larry from underneath her, his thick pulsating penis buried to the scrotal sack inside his voluptuous young wife's asshole, so much so that his scrotal sack and lust bloated testicles were squeezed between her flexing buttocks cheeks. "Just try and stall it off for a minute or two more ... until she cums!"
"I don't know if I can wait that long," said Ken Atwell.
"Just try," hissed Larry, his own cock pulsing and throbbing like a geyser. "We just got to ... hold on ... a little while longer!"
Cindy's mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strange and perverted sensations. She imagined she was nakedly kneeling in the shower room of some college, and all around her were naked shouting young men, all of them football players with big hot cocks ... all of them stiff and throbbing ... and all of the young athletes were trying to get up close to touch her with their big pricks and their heavy hands and their long wet tongues to kiss her ... And every one of them wanted to be first ... first to touch and fuck her hot wet pussy ... and to grind a prick into her asshole, too!
She moaned constantly now, a gurgling moan of savage obscene passion spilling from her lips, over the tiny spot of blood where her sharp white teeth had bitten in anguished desperation. She pushed back harder still, skewering herself so hurtfully on the long rock-hard stiffness of her husband's manhood that she cried out loudly and grunted with every deep thrusting stroke. Her asshole felt as if it had been stretched two-feet wide, and the tunneling cock inside it could slip and slide as it wanted to. She could feel every inch of that big hard torpedo, and it made her want to explode with lusty desires like she'd never before known possible!
"Aaaaahah, fuck," she cried softly, bleating now and again about how nice it was to feel something so large. "I never knew," she moaned. "I never ever knew about it, Larry ...! That's all...! Forgive me, darling...! Forgive me and fuck me hard, darling...! And you, too, Kenneth ... Fuck my cunt until I die...! Fuck me until I bleed...! Ooooh, yes-sss ... fuck ... Give me your cum ... give me your hot jism, you two ... fuck me ... fffaaaaawwwwkkkkkkkkkkkk MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Still stroking deeply-and even more so in response to her desperate passion-filled pleas for his cock-Ken Atwell continued to work his prick up into the voluptuous bride's pussy, while underneath, her husband foraged into her rectum with heartily beating upward thrusts! The two stiff pricks were working like mechanical pistons, slamming and blasting away into their target holes with lusty fierceness.
"Ahhh ... ahhhhhhhiiieeee ... ahhhhhhhh," cried Cindy Hanger, unable any longer to control her moans and lascivious groans of pleasure-ecstasy. "More ... more ... ahhhhhhhhieeeeeeee ... morrrrrrrrrrrrrre ..."
And then, as if it were planned this way, she began to swing her pelvis in wider and slower circles. And her moans became deeper and more deliberate, as if she were suddenly concentrating on something. She was no longer the one being buffeted between the two fucking cocks. Rather, she was taking complete control, searching out her ultimate satisfaction as only she now knew it to be possible. She moved her hips the way it would most please her in her cunt ... and in her rectum ... getting the most rubbing possible in the best places ... inside her hotly pulsating pussy and asshole. It was as if at that moment she'd become awakened to the fact that she was a woman capable of orgasm!
And she gave way to the remarkable blasting she was feeling inside her ... the incredible rubbing and grinding of the two hard-driving flesh nails poking and impaling her time and again!
"Awwww ... yes, yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh! I'm cummmmmmMMMMIINNGGGGGG!" she squealed, pulling back against the hot cock in her rump and letting the one in front go rapidly jamming in and out of her soaking wet tightly contracting pussy. Her front love tunnel squeezed down tight around that hard driving cock that filled her there, and then she felt some hot bolts of thick cum spurting into her belly, and she moaned, "Oh, yes, I'm cumming and you're cuming and it's beautiful ... fucking beautiful...!"
"Are you doing her now?" asked Larry from behind, his prick feeling like it was about to explode.
"Oooooh, yeah, man," said Ken Atwell. "I just couldn't wait any longer! Yeah ... and she's good, good, good!"
"I'm gonna go now, too!" hissed Larry Hanger, unable to stand the ache of lust that filled his expanded testicles. "Honey, from me to you! UUUUMMMMPHHHHH!" He grinded forward smacking into her tight little cock-clenching ass cheeks with full force. "Arrrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!" he cried, like an Indian beginning a warpath tirade.
"YIEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!" she wailed impassioned as the hard throbbing cock pounded punishingly and relentlessly into her now needy ass flesh. "000000HHHH, CUMMMMMMMMMMM ... MMMMMMMM ..." she gutturally responded, her face contorted now with the high pitch of aroused ecstasy that consumed her finally submissive body. She'd given way and like her two lovers whose hefty pricks were charging her body full of their hot cream, she was having her own girly cum ... the first of its kind for her ... the final victory!
"Ah, yes, Larry!" she cried out in animalish frenzy as she felt his jism salvoing into her rectum and searing the insides of her bowels, filling her with hot white semen. "Keep cuming, darling ... Keep fucking and cuming ... Ooooh, yes ... yes ... yes . . ." Soon she was blurting out a groan in response to every hot wad of semen that spilled into her back hole, and she was no longer able to control or contain herself in any way.
For an instant, the young bride opened her eyes and looked across the room. There on the sofa she espied Angela Heet. That young woman sat in a position of total debauchery with her legs spread wide and her cunt splayed open, one hand under her buttocks, the other pumping fiercely at her nakedly wet clit and vagina lips. "Ahhhhhhhh ... fuck," she was moaning, masturbating herself in rhythm to the fucking of the young bride, "keep fucking you three ... keeeeeeeeeeeep ffffffuuuucccckkkkiinnggg!"
Cindy looked down between her legs, where Ken Atwell's cock filled her pussy with hot pulsating thrusts. "Don't stop," she hissed, reaching around and taking hold of his naked pumping ass-cheeks. "Just keep going."
"Lady," he said, "I wouldn't dream of stopping!"
"I'm gonna get another erection," cried Larry Hanger from behind his wife, his cock still buried to the hilt in her asshole. "I'm getting another hard-on while I'm inside her!"
"Me, too," said Ken Atwell. "We'll just keep fucking her silly, eh?!"
"Yeah," said Larry. "One more time for luck!"
"A luck-fuck," moaned Cindy Hanger, her pleasure mounting again and again as waves of all-consuming, enveloping cum pleasure took over her cock-suffused semen-drenched flesh. "Yes, yes, a luck fuck, from my two favorite men ... yes ... fuck ... me ... again..! Again!"
Sandwiched between the two of them, she moved with the pulse and rhythm of her own hotly contracting pussy that had taken on the pace of a natural multiple orgasm. She let her body flow and weave with the pumping cocks that filled her twin pelvic orifices and gave way over and over again to what was no longer humiliating but completely pleasurable ... as her body mounted toward yet another round of perfect ecstasy, the ecstasy which until a half-hour before she'd been trying to avoid all of her life!
