Amid the social and technological upheaval of modern times, many of the ideals and values of our forebearers have fallen by the wayside. Instead of seeking some kind of higher meaning to life, something intangible to cherish as they did, we look more and more to material things. Our goal is instant gratification, no matter what the cost to our personal relationships.
This need to have, in all senses of the word, is perhaps one of the main reasons for the destruction of the family unit as we have come to know it. Husbands are more interested in making money, in making their secretaries, in getting ahead, than in building a home. Some modern wives look at things the same way, more interested in their own careers, in their secret lovers than in the traditional female role, indeed, in what their husbands do on their lunch hours. Unfortunately, this is not always the case.
These women, many of them still young, sexually at their peak, are forced to live an unnatural existence, virtual shut-ins, deprived of the physical attention they so desperately crave. It shouldn't be much of a surprise that many of these women, who would never normally even think of adultery, find themselves straying from the straight and true path they sincerely believe in, driven to it by their uncaring husbands.
The following novel deals with the story of one such wife, with the temptation that would eventually leads to her ultimate degradation. It is not offered as an authoritative study on the subject of marital infidelity ... a topic so broad and all-encompassing that it has taken up volumes of scholarly work . . . but rather, a look into the life of one woman, her dilemma, her attempted solution, her failure in the hope that it might'shed some light on a problem that we all, in one way or another, must deal with.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Jim Frees sat in his high-backed, black leather upholstered, executive swivel chair, elbows propped up on the deeply padded armrests, his fingers laced over his flat, muscular stomach. The chair was turned away from the broad, walnut desk, from the piles of Small Business Administration forms painstakingly.completed by his employees that lay there, awaiting his signature. Jim Frees wasn't thinking about business, and certainly not about "small" business. He was thinking about success.
He was staring out of his office window which looked onto the Freesclip, Incorporated parking lot and his own private parking stall.. . the one closest to the building door, of course. Under a custom tailored, pale green car cover was his metallic bronze, Mercedes 450 SL.
Of all the things that Jim Frees had, he regarded his car as the most important. When he was in it, driving on the freeway or on the city streets, it told everyone immediately that he was someone important, someone of worth. If they were close enough to read his license plate, it told them who he was, too. His personalized licence read: "FREES."
Jim felt that he had a lot to be proud of. He'd taken an idea, a new way of making clip-type fasteners for meat packaging and built it into a company that did 10 million dollars a year. That the original idea wasn't his, that he'd lifted it from former employer in the same field, that there were several law suits pending on patent infringement, didn't faze him. And why should it? He was making money hand over fist by selling his product cheaper than the competition. He could afford to do that because he paid his production workers, many of whom were illegals from across the Mexican border, the bare minimum wage.
His thought moved naturally from his Mercedes to his mistress. Both were status symbols, both were built for speed, sleek and luxurious. In a few minutes, he'd be climbing into the Mercedes and
driving over to the Marina condominium he'd leased to house Lana, the lady in question. As many days a week as he could manage, he spent his two-hour lunches with her there. His eyes slowly unfocused and a lewd grin spread across his handsome face. Lana was a wildcat in bed, a fucking, sucking genius; she never failed to get the most out of him. Every time it was something different, something new to get him going, to keep him going. She looked at sex as a constant challenge, a search for new thrills, new pleasures.
Jim had heard rumors about where the lithe, curvy redhead had learned her love making skills. Scuttlebutt at his golfing country club had it that she'd worked in a Nevada whore house for awhile when she was younger. Jim tried to be realistic about the whole thing, though. He knew that some women were born to screw up a storm, while others would never learn, no matter how much experience they had, no matter how much patient teaching they were given. His wife, Bonnie, was a case in point.
As he visualized Lana's smooth, supple body, imagined it writhing sensuously under him, he felt a familiar stirring in his groin, a tension that was both delicious and irritating. He laughed at himself and shook his head. He knew that if he didn't stop thinking about fucking Lana, he'd get himself so horny that he'd have to masturbate right there in his office. It wasn't that he was above such a thing; he just didn't want to waste his energy that way when he knew he'd need every bit of it with Lana shortly.
A knock on his office door brought him back to the real world. He swiveled his chair around and said, "Yes? Come in."
His executive secretary, Miss Parks, opened the door and entered. She'd been with the company ever since Frees had started it and was devoted to her boss. Frees had often wondered what it would be like to fuck her. She had a ripe, curvy body under the stiff, slightly mannish suits she always wore, and her legs were nice and long, the way he liked them. Her face had always put him off, though. It was plain as hell and her drab, mousy brown hair didn't help matters at all. When he thought about screwing her, it was always in the dog style, from behind, so he wouldn't have to look at her face.
"What is it, Miss Parks?" he said.
His secretary closed the door behind her. When she turned back to Frees, she said, "It's your wife, sir. I have her waiting on line 2. She says she has to talk to you. It's the fourth time she's called this morning."
"Jesus Christ!" he said. "How many times do I have to tell that woman that I can't stand being bothered at the office?!"
Miss Parks stood there uneasily.
"What the hell does she want?" he snarled.
The secretary took a deep breath and then said, "Mrs. Frees didn't exactly say, sir. But I think it has to do with your picking her up for your luncheon engagement today."
Frees stiffened. "What luncheon engagement?" he said.
"I'm sorry, sir," Miss Parks said, "but I do have it marked on your calendar."
He groaned, slumping back in his chair, running his fingers through his thick, sunbleached blonde hair. He wore it slightly long and parted in the middle, in the latest "dry look" style. He'd forgotten all about the date with Bonnie, probably because when he made it, he knew he had no intention of keeping it. It was supposedly a bribe. He wanted to sneak out on a Sunday afternoon for a little roll with Lana and in order to do so, he had to trade the brunch Bonnie and he were supposed to be going to for a lunch date later in the month. Now, it was later in the month and he knew he had to get out of the date. He had his heart set on fucking Lana.
"Why didn't you remind me of it before?" he said accusingly. "That's what I pay you for."
The secretary flinched. "But I did remind.. ."she began.
Frees cut her off. "Well, goddam it, I've already made other plans," he said. "I've got an important conference. You're going to have to tell my wife that our lunch date had been postponed ... indefinitely."
"Sir?" she said.
"You heard me, Miss Parks!" he snapped. "I don't care how you break it to her. I don't care what excuse you make up. Just get that woman off my back!"
Miss Parks nodded. Her face looked paler than ever, her thin lips even thinner. It wasn't the first time she'd been asked to make similar excuses for her boss and she knew it wouldn't be the last. What stung worse than having to lie for the man, for having to lie so he could sneak out on his wife, was knowing that Bonnie Frees knew that she was lying, knew what her husband did when he was away from home . . . which was most of the time.
"Is there anything else, sir?" she asked, her back ramrod straight, her ample bosoms thrust out, not intending to invite a friendly grope, but inviting it just the same.
Jum Frees stared at the woman's breasts, a wicked smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "No," he said, pushing up from his desk. He reached out to the oak clothes tree in the corner and lifted his suit jacket from a hanger. As he put it on, he moved around the desk, towards the door. "I'm leaving for lunch now," he said, slipping past her. "Hold all calls until I get back." "Yes, sir," she said.
Frees marched quickly out of the building and started pulling the car cover off his Mercedes. It would've suited him a bit better if he could've had one of his production workers come out just before he was ready to leave and do the job, have him all set so he wouldn't have to lift a finger. It would've suited him, but the plain fact was that he didn't trust his employees any farther than he could throw them. He figured that somehow, some way, they'd find a way to scratch his paint job or get greasy fingerprints on his windows.
In less than three minutes, he had the car cover stuffed in the trunk and was rolling out of the parking lot in second gear. He was on the freeway two minutes after that, high-balling west in the far left lane. There was something about driving the Mercedes fast that always turned him on. It wasn't the risk of getting a speeding ticket; he knew how to fix those. It wasn't the sensation of speed, either, because in the superbly engineered car speed, up to say 100 miles per hour, was only the gentle push of the g-force against his chest. Though he never considered the idea, the real reason why he sprung a hard on while zooming along on the freeway was because by speeding, he was drawing even more attention to himself. It was not unlike the act of an exhibitionist, exposing his obscenely bulging genitals to a captive audience of elderly women at a notions counter. All the other drivers around him had to look at him, had to recognize that he was somebody.
He parked in the condo's lot and after he replaced the car cover ... salt air was bad news on metal flake paint... he walked into the building through a side door. He took the elevator up to the fourth floor and got out, walking straight across the super modern hallway to the door marked "408." He didn't ring the bell, but used his key.
When he stepped inside the apartment, Lana was nowhere in sight. Everything was scrupulously clean, as usual. The building provided maid service to its clients. Jim wasn't worried that Lana had forgotten their date. He knew that she was as much his as the Mercedes. He loosened his tie as he stepped down into the sunken living room, his steps muffled by the thick white shag carpet. The whole place was done up in white, chrome and midnight blue.. . Lana's idea, of course. He saw that the sliding glass doors to the lanai were partly open and figuring that his mistress was to on the private deck getting some sun, he walked over. As he did, he felt the warm tightening in his loins, the sudden twitching in his soft cock as it began to throb to life. He smiled smugly to himself as he pushed the doors wider apart and stepped out into the bright sunlight.
"Hi, there," the luscious redhead said. She was stretched out on her back on a padded chaise longue, her long, wavy red hair spilling over her smooth shoulders. Except for a gleaming coat of suntan oil, she was completely naked.
"Jesus!" Jim groaned, the expressions on his face running the gamut from surprise to delight to anger. He looked up from her sleek curves, out over the balcony at all the other marina condos that faced or looked down onto the lanai. She was giving anybody who wanted to look a free show! "What the hell are you doing out here like that?!!" he demanded.
Lana regarded him with cool blue eyes, a corner of her full, sensuous mouth turning up in a smirk. Though she said nothing in answer to his question, those eyes of hers spoke volumes. There was an open taunt in them, a dare, and above all, a hunger.
Jim stood six or seven feet from where she lay, but even at that distance he imagined he could feel the heat of her ripe nakedness. She was,, at most, twenty four years old, with the body of a girl barely out of her teens. She was tanned all over except for the pink, quarter sized rings of her nipples. She was utterly gorgeous . . . and she knew it.
She gave him a slow once over, like some Egyptian queen choosing a slave to be her stud for the night. Her eyes lingered over his crotch for a long time.
He knew what she was looking at: the pulsing lump of his rapidly swelling cock. The outline of it, like a length of firehose jammed down his trouser leg, was clear as day.
"Well," she said, her voice, rich and husky, her eyes raising from his crotch, meeting his, "what are you waiting for?"
Jim gawked at her. "Out here?!" he said in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, Lana, we'd be fucking for the whole goddam marina!"
"What's the matter, Jim? Getting modest in your old age?" she purred, her tongue suddenly darting out, moist and pink, swiping hungrily over her lips.
He frowned at her, once again glancing around at all the other high rise buildings that surrounded them. Probably half of the people who lived in the marina had telescopes, he knew. Probably half of them used them to hunt for just the kind of-steamy outdoor love making session that Lana had in mind.
The sexy redhead laughed at his confusion. When she did, her naked, suntanned breasts rose and fell, jiggling ever so slightly. "I know you're man enough, lover," she said, indicating the lurid bulge in his trousers with a nod of her pretty head.
Sometimes, Jim wondered who was keeping who, who held the leash and who wore it. This serenely sexy young woman had a power over him, an attraction that muddled his thoughts and made it impossible to be rational. He knew he had to have her, she knew it, too. She was just letting him know that if he wanted her, it was going to have to be on her terms.
"All right!" he said, admitting defeat, but not admitting that the prospect of showing off, of really exhibiting himself turned him on something fierce. "Whatever you say."
As he moved closer to the chaise longue, he saw the voluptuous nakedness of her beautiful body beginning to come alive in anxious anticipation. He reached for the side of the longue, his pulse thudding agonizingly in his temples, and he leaned over her, gazing down at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous breasts which jutted up from her sleek ribcage like a pair of huge, tawny brown Hershey's Kisses. And down further along the trim, well-maintained curve of her body, the light red fleece of her pubic vee . .. and the sun-tan lotion moistened, quivering lips of her pussy there between her slightly-parted thighs.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him with her upraised hand, a mischievious gleam in her soft blue eyes. "No kisses, yet," she told him. "Not until you take off all your clothes."
He glared at her. She grinned at him. Sometimes, he thought she could read his mind. What he'd intended on doing was just unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out and fucking her while he was fully clothed. She wasn't about to let him get away with that.
"Time's a wasting," she said, lifting her right hand, teasing her taut, pink pencil stub of a nipple with the tip of her index finger.
Seeing her playing with her tit like that, knowing that she was taking pleasure from it, set his libido burning and his cock throbbing. If she wanted to give the world a free live sex show, then it was fine with him. Jim Frees wasn't ashamed of his body. He spent an hour or two every day in the country club's gym, working out with weights, playing handball.
"Any way you want it, lover," he said, standing up straight. He smiled down at her and started to undress as if they were sealed up in some private room, not out where everybody and his brother could see. He took off his coat and flung it and his tie on the lanai's little table, then removed his dress shirt, exposing the well-muscled strength of his manly chest, the dense rug of dark brown hair that covered his pectorals, the rigid, washboard of his stomach. He threw his shirt over on top of his jacket and unbuckled his trousers, peeling them and his silk boxer shorts down over his hips and thighs.
Lana's eyes never left his body for an instant. She was looking at him greedily, like he was something very good to eat. The voluptuous redhead was anything but shy. She knew exactly what she wanted.
As the waistband of his underwear cleared the tip of his cock, that blood engorged member flipped up, slapping against his bare chest, giving her a lewd salute. He kicked off his shoes, then let his pants fall to the floor. He bent down to remove his socks and the underwear and trousers, putting them on top of the pile on the table.
"Mmmmm, real nice, lover," she cooed, approvingly, reaching out with her right hand to loVeingly caress the long, thick, blue-veined flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, loving touch and swelling into full, jutting erection, curving upwards slightly from root to tip. It was a man-sized hardness any guy would've been proud to possess.
She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arm across her full, tantalizing breasts. Her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of his erection and she stroked it greedily, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms as his prick swelled into full, virile hardness.
"God, you do that good!" he groaned, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck slightly out, and his cock warmly cradled in his mistress' loving grip. Jim was standing there, in full view of a couple of hundred other apartments, of the same number of yachts on the waterway below, but he no longer cared. All that mattered to him was the feel of her silky, talented fingers sliding over his meaty erection.
Her legs parted a little more and he could easily see in the bright Pacific sunlight the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her long legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness. He moaned softly to himself. Lana was a cock hungry cunt if there ever was one! She was just lying there aching for it, aching for the feel of a long hard hunk of cock ramming up between her legs.
Jim slipped down onto the wide chaise beside her and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks. The smoothness of her skin was emphasized by the light coating of suntan lotion that covered it. She was so silky, so soft that it made his palms ache with longing as he cupped her firmly jutting ass in his hands.
Lana trembled against him her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. He kissed her and she responded at once, opening her mouth against his, her lips grinding into his teeth as her wildly squirming tongue searched down his throat. Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she craved most... his hugely pulsing cock!
Jim gasped at the hard, wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood engorged neck of his cock and he kissed her hungrily, answering her fervent soul-kiss with one of his own. He jammed his tongue into her hot, sweet mouth and did his damndest to cram it down her throat, to strangle her to death with it. He felt dizzy from his arousal. Not since the beginning of their affair, after he'd met her at a country club dance, had the simple act of kissing been such a turn on to him. He knew that it was only partly the feel of her hand tugging at his stiff penis that was making the difference. It was also the fact that she was doing it out in the open, out where everyone could see her lewdly inciteful pumping.
In that instant, Jim realized just how badly he needed this lascivious beauty, this maddening redheaded bitch. She'd turned him into a junkie for her wetly clasping cunt, her keen, foxy pussy fragrance, her shrill cries of orgasmic delight. He could have given up his business, given up his wife, even given up the fucking Mercedes, but never Lana.
The naked redhead eagerly squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine body frantically against the slender, muscled expanse of his trim body. Her wriggling pelvis, soft and smooth from exercise and the expensive spas he sent her to, ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like an all-consuming fever, burning, seething from her loins.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up between them as if it had radar, moving eagerly in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between her softly pliant pussy lips. Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs yawned open shamelessly and she closed them around his hips as he rolled over on top of her svelte and well-oiled body.
"Oooooh, lover, you're so big, so hot! I need it. I need it now. I can't wait any longer! Stick it in me! Ram it up my cunt!" she hissed, moaning with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity. Only the lust-quenching gush of his virile semen would save her! Only the feel of that turgid muscle sliding in and out of her wetly clasping passage.
Her delicate hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his hard, muscled nakedness like he was the first man she had ever seen, ever lain with. She touched him all over, feeling the jutting ridges of his muscles, brushing her fingers over the hairy patches on his chest, and anxiously squeezing the tight, hard cheeks of his ass. His cock probed deep between her thighs, the bulbous, rubbery head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy.
In the hot sunlight, she squirmed under his weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching up from the chaise mattress with surprising power. Wantonly, she wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread apart the sticky pink folds of her pussy to give him greater, easier access to her glistening slit. "Hurry! God, hurry! I need it now!!" she whined, kissing him all over the face, licking at his eyes, his cheeks, sticking the squirming tip of her tongue up his nostrils. Her fingernails left angry welts across his back as she clawed him, urging him on.
He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the crinkly-hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his cock luridly between the softly parted lips of her vagina.
"Ooooh, baby," he cooed, his cock trembling, twitching violently from the tickling fingers of a hundred soft, curly, red pubic hairs around its sensitive, lust-bloated head.
Lana groaned from low in her belly. She couldn't wait any longer. Her thighs opened until Jim wondered if they'd never stop. Her ankles locked around the small of his back, her heels digging into his buttocks, pounding her frustrations out on the solid ass cheeks.
"Fuck me now or I'll scream!" she shrilled in his ear. "Fuck me, you bastard or I'll scream rape!" Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she was about to pass out.
Jim realized that the wantonly aroused woman beneath him was ready to cum already ... even before he'd shoved his cock inside her! He wanted to do it to her in the worst way, to sink his aching, swollen pole of flesh between her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was in going for his obscenely erect cock. She grabbed it in her fist and, before he could even blink, worked it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy reddish softness of her pubic down and into the hot, clasping grip of her cunt.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh, yessss!!!" she whimpered, her eyes bulging as the broadly flaring rim of his cock-head teased over the oily marble of her clitoris, as the slippery, steaming folds of her cunt parted over the tip of the hotly throbbing knob. "Push it all in! All of it! Hard!!!"
As Jim looked down at her, he could see the suddenly blank expression on her lovely face and he realized that she didn't even know who he was, that she didn't even care. He could've been black or yellow, a kid barely into his teens or some doddering old fart with a cock like a stallion. All that mattered to her was what was jabbing up between her rhythmically shifting thighs.
He swept into her pussy with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a brutal, animalish lunge that sank his cock in her upturned cunt with the strength of a piledriver. Her pussy yielded to him greedily, parting wide, allowing him to surge up into her like a fist through soft, sweet butter.
"Ohh! Ohhhh!!" she gasped, breathing up at him, her mouth open, her tongue lashing salaciously over her lips as the taut, rubbery grip of her pussy drew him into the seething depths of her belly.
Jim moaned at the ravenous pressure of her tightly clenched pussy. The hot buttery walls closed around the thrusting shaft of his rigid penis like a Vaseline covered fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her incredible pussy grip. Her cunt was so well-trained that she could make it feel like the box of a teenage virgin.
Deep into her body his lust-stiffened erection probed. Her astounding tightness was so powerful that it felt like her pussy was skinning his cock alive. His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy juices, a torrent of warm, viscous lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and made his full entry into her much, much easier.
A short time before he had been back at his office, fantasizing about just this moment, but his fantasy was a pale thing compared to reality. He was fucking her with every inch of his hard, manly cock, her nakedness beneath his hunching loins, her mewling and writhing driving him crazy with lust.
She gurgled and gasped with every vicious thrust of his long, stiff cock. Her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling aftershocks of his animalish lunges as her belly quivered and shook, as her succulent breasts juggled against his hairy chest.
Lana was in pain, a rapturous, secret pain that only a woman can ever know, the pain of being opened, penetrated, used, the pain of being fucked. Jim revelled in his ability to make her squeal and moan. It was so easy for him. All it took was an extra hard snap of his hips, a vicious flick of his long thick cock inside her, and she went all to putty under him.
He rode her unmercifully, driving her on with bone-jarring thrusts into her quivering wetness, her juicy cunt. He drove her with the same kind of sadistic glee that he drove the Mercedes, as if he were trying to push the machine, the woman to the limit, to see what it would take to break them both.
His breath coming in short gasps, Jim pushed down hard, crashing his loins against her softly padded fork. Lana met his ruthless lunge with sur- prising power, pushing up against him, making their steaming genitals collide with such force that she nearly knocked them off the chaise. She was going wild, fighting desperately to reach her orgasm! Like a woman possessed, she grunted and thrashed beneath him, her breasts, her thighs quivering from the brutal impacts.
They thrashed about on the chaise like a pair of dogs mating in some empty lot, their bodies fused as one by the lascivious heat of their passion.
Jim leered down at her lust-contorted face, still so beautiful despite the grimace of anxiety, or desire that twisted her features. She was so close to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm. He was suddenly aware of the blazing sun on his back. Beads of salty sweat were trickling into the welts her fingernails had already raised, creating a stinging pain. The sweat was dripping from the hollows and crevices of his torso, oozing onto her slippery, silky skin.
He pumped up and down like a madman, a deep-driving rhythm of long, hard strokes, every one bor-. ing into the hilt in her wildly churning cunt, pushing hard into the tight, sticky grip of her pussy until his balls smacked moistly into the smooth hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground lasciviously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy.
Jim could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of orgasm. He could feel her whole body stiffen, every muscle, every sinew attuned to this devastating ascent. A few more thrusts, a few more seconds and she would be a shrieking, clawing demon under him.
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her silky thighs, opening and closing them as she matched his freight train cock thrusts ounce for ounce with the snapping surge of her wet crotch. She ground her cunt hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had degenerated into a hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from screaming, from bringing the police down on them. But it became harder and harder for her to keep a lid on her rising passion as the time-bomb of her climax ticked toward her feverish release.
"Uhhhhh!! God !!!" she wailed, arching her back, her eyes suddenly popping wide open as if a live wire had been inserted up her ass. "Harder!! Harder!!!"
Jim's face split in an obscene grin as he saw her cheeks flush with color, as she clamped her teeth down on the tip of her tongue to bite back the scream of ecstasy clawing to be free. Knowing that what he was about to do would be the straw that broke the camel's back, he stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his fucking. His cock was pumping so fast in and out of the gleaming, flowered open pussy lips that it turned into a red blur.
"God! God!! I'm cumming! Ccccuuuummmm-mmiing!" she wailed, her cry of ecstacy exploding from her throat, her knees pulled so far back that her feet were directly over his head. She whinnied and writhed, bucking up from the chaise, every spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body sucking another deep thrust from his still-rigid cock.
Jim pounded her cumming cunt with a vengeance, sheathing his meaty erection in her hotly farting depths, doing his damndest to drive the redheaded bitch crazy. As she shook and shuddered, bleating like a pig on a lance, her arms and legs clinging desperately to his sweat-misted hardness, he jack-hammered her pussy, gasping at the powerful seizures that racked her passage, that clamped down on his fast fucking cock like an iron fist in a hot buttered velvet glove.
Gradually, the fluttering, milking action of her orgasming pussy began to weaken, as did her shrill cries of pleasure. He kept on pumping on her, slam-ming into her youthful softness, making her breasts and belly shiver and shake.
"God!!" she moaned in his ear, her hot tongue licking at his lobe, teasing into his earhole. "You're too much! You're going to fuck me to death!"
Jim stopped humping her, still on knees and elbows, his pipe-hard penis buried to the wet coppery hairs between her lewdly parted thighs. He tightened the muscles behind his ass and made his cock swell up within her. Her belly tightened deliriously about the pulsing meat.
"Ooooooh!" she cooed, hunching up into him, rub- bing her slithery smooth belly against his, making her blazing cunt clasp greedily at his shaft.
Jim levered upward and felt his stiffened penis slowly slip from her taut cuntal wetness. They parted company with a wet plop!
"Oh, lover! It's still hard as a brick!" she crooned, leering at the friction-reddened length of lust-hardened flesh jutting up from his sweat and pussy juice matted loins. It looked like he had a tree limb growing out of his crotch.
"MY TURN!!" came a bellowed shout that echoed across the canyon of condominiums.
Jim froze, his lower jaw going slack.
"THEN ME!!!" answered a shout from another direction.
"Jesus Christ!" Jim groaned, looking up, searching the high rises for the source of the obscene catcalls. He didn't have much trouble finding them. The shouters were waving white towels at him. There were a lot more people looking than shouting, too.
"WIDER! SPREAD 'EM WIDER!!"
Jim jerked his gaze back to Lana. His face burned with anger. Even though she knew that she was making a public spectacle of herself, that a dozen or more men were gawking at her, she still was lying there on the chaise with her thighs wide open, her pinkly flowered pussy, glistening with the juice he had fucked out of her, parted and puckering for all to see.
He grabbed his clothes with his left hand and grabbed hold of her hair with his right.
"Owww!" she whined as he jerked her.to her feet and hurled her through the open sliding doors.
"Damn you!" he snarled. "Damn you, whore!"
Lana was on her knees on the rug, her blue eyes wide with fear, her succulent breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air.
"You don't belong to them!" he growled, throwing his clothes across the room. "You're mine! My whore!"
An obscene smile flickered over her lips and then it was gone.
"That's right! You know it's true!" he shouted. His cock was jerking anxiously all through his tirade, every vein bulging, every tendon standing out hard against the angry red flesh. The bulbous head was a great knob of purple meat, the skin over it drawn so tight that it was no longer velvety smooth; it was shiny like the skin of an over-inflated balloon. "Now, suck me off, you slut! Eat my cum and don't miss a goddam, mother-fucking drop!"
The naked redhead ogled the steel hard erection that stood up between his muscular thighs like a third leg. Her hand reached up, shaking, her fingers touching the lust-swollen flesh, caressing it like it was a piece of hand-carved ivory. She stroked it anxiously, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, bloated head. It was almost as if she were watching some hooded cobra swaying, as if she were being hypnotized by it. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and forth, groaning with animal excitement as she saw the bluish veins along the grossly sly thick pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver with lust-heated blood.
She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Jim groaned with the tautening pain of his lust-swollen balls.
"Come on! Come on!" he growled impatiently. "Put it in that whore's mouth of yours! Suck it, slut!"
His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks flexing, relaxing, flexing, as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his manly erection, her small gentle hands everywhere at once. They teased over the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of his balls, tenderly caressing the wrinkly, hair fringed sack of his scrotum, the wispy fur tickling her palms.
Then, with a whimper of aroused eagerness, she pushed her head between his muscle ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous purplish head of his cock with her small, moist tongue.
Jim gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his cock lurched up, smacking into his sternum, sending tiny droplets of pre-cum spattering over his chest hairs, then dropped back down on a perfect line with her hungry lips. She had her tongue on it again in a blink and in a matter of seconds, his aching erection was moistened with the combined wetness of her pussy juices and the warm saliva from her tongue and lips.
The naked redhead, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been starved for days and was now offered some kind of royal banquet ... the main course being about two pounds of raw cock!
She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of his cock, drawing her ovalled mouth over his penis like a skin tight condom. The warmth of her clasping lips and lashing tongue enclosed his penis in a fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with exquisite shock waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his erection, bathing it in drool, making it swell out alarmingly against her cheeks.
Jim groaned anxiously and put his hand to the back of her head, pushing his hips forward, shoving his cock deeply down her throat, expecting her to gag and pull away from the brutal penetration. To his delight, she took it all. . . took it greedily, like she wanted to eat him alive. The warmth of her mouth encased his meaty erection, the tight sucking ring of her lips slipping down to encircle his hairy root. It looked like she was trying to swallow a telephone pole ... and she was succeeding!
He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large firm breasts bobbing and jiggling as she worked frantically between his widely spread thighs. The insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He could see it all happening ... the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovalled around the thickness of his penis in an expression of cock hungry lust as old as time.
She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laden orbs of his testicles in her opened palms. He could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her smooth hands. They were inhumanly bloated with the pressure of his yet to come orgasm. He knew that in seconds, joy would explode in his loins and they would pump their viscous, choking load right down her lovely throat.
He pushed hard into the ovalled softness of her mouth and gasped in astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his cock squeak down her throat. She took it down without choking, with total unconcern for her own health and safety. The muscles of her throat constricted deliciously around the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly through her flared nostrils, her lips ovalled to the splitting point around his cock.
No longer able to control himself, Jim began driving his cock in and out of her tortured lips, in and out of the marvelous squeaky tightness of her open throat. That lascivious sensation and the sight of the huge member disappearing between her obscenely gaping lips brought him off.
"Oh! Oh, shit!" he grunted, his pelvis shuddering like a tree in the wind, his bloated balls pumping like a pair of tiny but powerful engines, sending the thick, sticky rush of his semen jetting along the pole of virile flesh that was so deeply embedded down her ravaged gullet. He felt the white hot torrent bubbling up the hollow stem of his pipe-hard-erection and then the joyous moment of release as it exploded from the slit in the head of his cock like cannon fire.
The gushing viscous spurts shot down her throat, swirling hotly down into her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock with greedy fingers until every last drop of his cum was sloshing in her belly.
She raised her head from between his thighs and gave the long, thick shaft one last root to tip caress that teased a single, gummy white drop up to his gaping slit. She licked the final bead of sperm from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"Nummmmmmm,"' she cooed, nuzzling her smooth, passion flushed cheeks against the still-jerking rod.
"Wow! Man!" Jim croaked, his knees all wobbly from the aftermath of his orgasm. "You sure know how to do that!"
"That ain't all, buster," she said, rising from the rug. She gave his cock a hard tug and it responded by pulsing warmly in her fist. "Let's go in the bedroom. I've got a real surprise for you."
The young businessman groaned, unable to stifle his rising excitement as the luscious redhead pulled him along behind her ... by the cock!
Chapter Two
Bonnie Frees slammed down the phone and stood there, her slim arms folded across her full, round bosoms, glaring at it. She wasn't really surprised that Jim had backed out of their lunch date at the last minute. That was par for the course. And she wasn't surprised that he'd been so spineless that he'd made his secretary do the dirty work for him. Again, that was about par. What angered her more than her husband's rejection of her was the flat, slightly nasal tone Miss Parker had used to break her the bad news. Under the emotionless, strictly business tone, Bonnie was sure she could detect a trace of smug self-satisfaction. That absolutely infuriated her.
For months, she had been able to feel her husband slipping away from her. At first, she thought he was just caught up in business hassles. He told her that and she believed him. She wanted to believe him. But then the "hassles" started keeping him from even trying to touch her at night and she became suspicious.
Bonnie never was very demonstrative in bed. It had been part of her childhood training to learn that a woman is the passive partner in lovemaking. Though she never out and out told him that she didn't want to make love to him, though she was always willing to do her "duty" by him, to open her creamy thighs to him, she knew that he needed more from her. He needed her to act like some kind of harlot, a wildly wanton slut who would grovel, beg for the privilege of serving his almighty cock. She couldn't bring herself to do that for him, no matter how much she loved him. She didn't think of herself as her husband's whore; she couldn't.
One night, after they'd finished fucking... or, to be more exact, after he'd finished his fucking... he told her that he thought she was frigid. A big fight ensued. He said she had never climaxed for him and she said she had, lying to save face, to, perhaps, save her marriage. It wasn't that Jim wasn't a good lover, that he didn't turn her on, but she just couldn't seem to let go. What he did to her felt wonderful, but always, just at the critical moment, when the earth began trembling under her, when the waves of muscle contractions would begin between her legs, she would shut it off.
Because, early on in their marital difficulties, she felt that most of the problem was hers, though she would not admit it to him, she did not do what many of her fellow, upper middle class housewives would've done. She did not immediately run out and take a lover. With the quivering lower lip of a true martyr, she stood silently in the shadows of her big white Colonial style house, waiting for her husband to make up with her. It soon became apparent to her, however, that Jim was not going to make up with her, that he had, in fact, totally given up on her, that he had taken himself a mistress. Once she realized this, many things began to fall into place for her. She understood why he'd been too tired to touch her ... he was saving himself for his illicit lover! The truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been deceived!
For days after her discovery, she could barely stir herself from her bed. She felt like she was fighting off some grave illness. Then, she decided that she wasn't going to take it all lying down, that she was going to show Jim what she was made of, that she was going to fight for him, that she was going to try and change to be more like what he wanted, to be more like his mistress.
To that end, she made a visit to a local adult bookstore. It was a very hard thing for her to do. Walking into that place, knowing what wicked, vile things all the men browsing there would think of her, took all her strength. Doing her best to ignore their lewd stares, she walked straight up to the counter and asked the salesman for two things. One was a photo illustrated paperback book on lovemaking technique and the other was a battery powered dildo, an artificial penis sculpted from pink plastic. She expected to hear laughter behind her when she said she wanted to buy a dildo, laughter and then perhaps some sort of obscene proposition about having some of the real thing instead, but there was no sound except a soft rustling of pages and an even softer hiss of stifled heavy breathing. She hurried out of the book store with her purchases hidden in a brown paper bag.
Once she'd gotten home, once she examined what she'd bought, she was disgusted with herself. The photos in the pocket book were lewdly graphic, actually showing in full color, big greasy red cocks fucking into juicy, hair-rimmed pussies. She tried to read the text which was supposed to explain all about sexual technique, but found she couldn't concentrate on it. She kept finding herself staring at the photos, at the wetly gleaming pink petals smooching around the meaty erections. She felt her face flush with shame and embarrassment. Slam- ming the book closed, she opened the box that contained her other purchase, shaking the dildo out onto the bed. It lay there inert, the crudely sculpted veins, the massive bloated head seeming to mock her. How could anything so ugly, so gruesome ever teach her anything about love?!!
Bonnie Frees had gathered up the erotic material and shoved it back into the bag, then shoved the bag way back in her clothes closet where it would not be found. She would've thrown it out in the trash, but she was afraid that one of the garbage men might find it in the can, or that, heaven forbid, a neighborhood dog would turn the can over and while searching for some tasty garbage to eat, dump the evil things out on the lawn where her neighbors could see.
Now, the crash of the hone still echoing through the big, empty house, her head full of hot, angry blood, the long-legged blonde was marching into her bedroom to retrieve the illicit material. She was going to show Jim! She was going to show him what kind of a slut she could be if she wanted to! She was going to use the dildo; she was going to fuck herself silly with it; she was going to make herself cum!
Bonnie thought about doing the dirty deed on her own bed, but only for a second. She needed a grander setting for her act of self debasement. She took the paper bag and stomped downstairs, down to the big living room. There, with the baby grand piano, the persian carpets, the shelves of leather bound books, the antique chandelier, with all the knicknacks that her husband had collected to impress other people, was where she belonged.
The lovely young blonde felt the tingling itch of her own unrequited passions begin to taunt her, burning between her slender girlish thighs like a hot flame held close to her loins as she dumped the hugely curving pink dildo from its box onto the Victorian couch. The wickedness of what she was about to do with that obscene hunk of plastic was like warm, golden honey dripping down the back of her throat.
She began to struggle out of the clothes she'd put on for the luncheon date. She reached back and unzipped the zipper of her elegantly tailored dress, shrugging out of the arms, letting it slip to the floor. Her sleek, cone-shaped breasts were encased in see-through, white tricot brassiere cups, the round pink nipples like tiny bullseyes. As the cool of the room hit her soft buds, they began to crinkle up, to stiff, until they stuck out against the sheer fabric like a pair of pencil stubs. She stepped out of her dress and took hold of her tiny, French cut bikini panties, rolling them down over her flaring hips, her smooth thighs, then kicking them off over her shoes. The shoes, which were high heels, she left on. She undid the clasp to her brassiere, slipping the slick cups from over her jutting breasts, shivering at the tickling thrills that shot through her erect nipples as the flimsy fabric teased over them.
Naked but for her high heels, Bonnie sat down on the couch with her knees wide apart. She sucked in air through her clenched teeth as her fingertips lightly searched the pale brown fleece of her pubic vee for the moist, deepening slit of her pussy. With her other hand, she picked up the dildo, holding it up to the light. The soft plastic veins, the rubbery head seemed to glow with a kind of unnatural life. Her heart thumping up under her chin, her fingertips grazing the silky, hair-fringed lips of her cunt, she put down the vibrator and picked up the pro-nographic book.
She began at the beginning, looking longingly at the initial photots which were of a male penis in full erection and of a woman's pussy held wide open so that the creamy pink cuntal lining glistened lewdly. As she flipped the pages, going from photo to photo, she let her mind wander, unfettering her imagination as never before. She was instantly so engrossed in the lovemaking action that she thought she could head and feel the photos coming to life, that she was in the very room where they were taken.
Her breath began to come in short gasps as she gawked at the foreplay section, at the male partner, a swarthy, well muscled man, putting his fingers to the lithe, small-breasted brunette's quite hairy pussy. She rubbed her mound anxiously with the palm of her hand, just as the man was doing and a flurry of pleasure danced up over her naked belly.
The photo on the next page really made her pulse pound. The man was pushing his long, thick fingers in and out of the woman's pinkly gleaming pussy. Bonnie could see the shining love juice that coated his fingers; she could see the look of unbridled arousal on the woman's face as she spread her thighs open wider, giving her lover full access to her steaming slit.
Under her own fingers, the sexy blonde could feel her cunt hotly throbbing, the fleshy lips were swelling, puckering and a sizzling cleft was opening up beneath her hand. She opened and closed her thighs, scissoring them as the lustful rhythm of her naked hunger thudded in her brain.
The next picture showed the man shoving three clustered fingers up into the woman's cunt! Her hair-fringed fissure gaped obscenely around the rudely insinuating digits, but if she was in pain, no one could tell by the expression of ecstasy on her flushed face.
Bonnie's middle finger teased down into the widening furrow, splaying the heavy lips apart, fumbling for and finding the oily marble of her clitoris. As soon as she touched it, the sparks began to fly over her mound. She whimpered and began shifting her hips, greedily pushing against her own fingertip, imagining that it was the finger of her swarthy lover, fucking into it, forcing it to slide through the slippery mouth of her cunt.
Her fingers trembling, she turned the page. No longer was the slim brunette a mere spectator! She had shifted her body around so that she was facing his luridly bulging cock and balls. Propping herself up on her elbow, laying on her side with one leg lifted so he could continue to finger fuck her pussy with three fingers, she had reached up to grasp the root of his blood-engorged penis, she was peeling back the thick, fleshy foreskin, exposing the obscenely dripping red bulb of his cockhead.
Bonnie's finger was pushing in and out faster and faster, twisting and turning as it did so, rubbing over her erect clitoris. The smell of her own arousal was keen and foxy in her nostrils as she flipped the page again.
"Uhhh!" she groaned. The brunette was sucking him off! She had the obscenely bulging cockhead crammed between her ovalled lips, she was sliding both hands up and down the rigid shaft, masturbating it into her open throat. And the man's deeply probing fingers had pumped a slick rush of shining juice from her cunt, juice that beaded her soft fringe of hairs, juice that washed down over her smooth buttcheeks in a glistening wave.
Unable to help herself, Bonnie propped the book up against the arm of the couch and picked up the dildo. Moaning from the excitement that coursed through her firm young body, she pressed her mouth to the tip of the vibrator, sweeping her wet tongue over the clef ted knob end. In her mind, it wasn't mere plastic she was licking, she was pushing between her moist lips; it was the hard cock of her secret lover.
The girth of the thing made her jaws ache but she gave herself no mercy. Like the girl in the photos, she was beside herself with raw animal lust. She jammed the huge penis deep in her mouth, forcing the bulbous tip over the back of her tongue and down into her throat. It hurt so badly that it-brought tears to her eyes. It felt like her throat was going to split a seam, but she gamely started bobbing her head, making the lewd rod fuck in and out of her face, her wet lips sucking frantically at the vein-marbled shaft.
The action in the photo book quickly escalated. The man was no longer content to just finger the brunette's pussy. He had to taste it! He climbed over onto her, holding his bloated cock deeply embedded in her tight throat, rudely shoving her thighs wide apart, ripping her buttocks open with hard, calloused fingers, and burying his mouth in her inflamed pussy.
Suddenly, the finger in Bonnie's cunt was no longer a finger. It was a madly swirling, wetly lashing tongue!
"Ummmmmm!!" she whined about the massive bulb, her tongue flicking back and forth over the underside of the shaft.
The swarthy man worked like a demon straight from hell, his head bobbing furously, his long tongue sweeping over the slippery folds of her pussy, hungrily drinking down the pungent juice of her cunt.
Bonnie flipped another page over, half tearing it in her eagerness to see more, to feel more. She gasped. The couple had totally changed their position. The brunette was on her back on the bed, her knees lifted and tipped back until they touched her shoulders, her yawning, oozing pussy tipped up, angled to receive every inch of the man's immense erection. Her bare feet were actually resting on the man's shoulders! And he was guiding his lust-hardened penis with one hard, feeding its luridly pulsing thickness to her hungry, hungry cunt.
The young blonde pulled the dildo from her throat, shivering as the slobber coated knob popped from her lips. A long, crystal clear strand of her saliva momentarily connected the vibrator's tip and her chin, then it broke, trailing over the edge of her jaw and down her neck. The obscene scenario in the dirty book had become reality for her. There was no longer any brunette; there was only Bonnie, Bonnie lying lewdly splayed under the big man's heavy body.
Her legs were straight up in the air over her, her high heel shod feet waving frantically as she let the book slip to the floor, as she worked both hands feverishly between her naked thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of her cuntal flesh parted with the fingers of one hand, while the other hand wielded the huge dildo, guiding it between her puckering wet lips.
"Uhhhhh!! Uhhhh!!!" she whined, as she jammed the imitation cock up into her belly, as the slick plastic head caressed the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. There was no longer any book; there was no need for it. Bonnie was soaring off into her own private fantasy.
She crammed the whole monstrous tool into her trembling cunt and then, her belly rippling from the strain, began to push and pull at it, making it sluice through the fluttering mouth of her cunt. In no time, her pussy was giving out with a nasty, squishy sound and her heavy lubricant was streaming out around the hard driving shaft, oozing down into the deep crack between her buttocks, down over the tiny wrinkly ring of her anus.
Groaning, cursing like a hellcat, Bonnie screwed herself with the long dildo, making its upper surface rasp over her clitoris, fast-pumping it as she felt her long-awaited crescendo begin.
Flickers of joy raged over her tummy and the couch shook beneath the fury of her hip-snapping lust. This was the critical moment. The moment when she always pulled herself up short. This time, however, she would not be denied. As she felt herself struggling against the rising tide of her climax, she pushed the vibrator's switch.
"YEEEEH!" she shrieked as the dildo exploded into madly wriggling, electrifying life deep in her belly. The bottom dropped out of the world and Bonnie tumbled head over heels through the blackness, her pussy wetly clasping milking at the vibrating pseudo cock as sizzling white lights flashed between her ears, as impossible, incredible ecstacy overwhelmed her.
Slowly, the awesome surge of pleasure began to subside and Bonnie came back to the room, the couch, to her hand on the butt of the still-quivering instrument. Moaning blissfully, she withdrew the huge dildo from her pussy. It was coated with her viscous, gleaming juice.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cooed to it, pressing her lips to the glistening, pungent smelling head, licking it with her pointed pink tongue.
A movement at a side window caught her attention. She only saw it for a second, out of the corner of her eye, but it half startled her out of her wits. Someone had been watching her!! Peeking at her while she made a horrible disgraceful spectacle of herself!! She was instantly engulfed in terror, disgust, and shame. If it had been one of her neighbors!! Dear God, she thought, don't let it be one of the neighbors!
She was still sitting there, the dildo clutched in her hand, her thighs lewdly splayed, trembling with panic when the front doorbell rang. She jumped a mile at the sound of it. What should she do?!! The bell rang again before she could make up her frazzled mind.
She grabbed for her clothes and started pulling them on, not bothering with her panties or brassiere, just slipping into her dress and zipping it up. The bell rand a third time.
Bonnie considered just ignoring it, going into the kitchen and hiding until whoever it was went away, but she knew that that wasn't an answer, that if she didn't find out who had been peeking, she would always wonder, always be tortured by the not knowing. She crammed the dildo, the dirty book and her panties down in under the sofa cushions and hurried to the door.
As she opened the door, the person who had been ringing was just walking away.
"Yes?" she said, her voice sharp, much sharper than she intended.
The young man in the white t-shirt and faded jeans turned and looked at her. He was about nineteen. He had coal black hair worn in a long shag style, glittering black eyes, and full sensuous lips. He was of wiry build, but the muscles of his arms were well-developed.
"I didn't think you were going to answer," he said, just a trace of a Spanish accent to his words. He stepped back up to the doorway, his eyes dropping to boldly take in her unharnessed curves.
Bonnie felt her face begin to flush as she saw how he was looking at her, looking as if he remembered what her body looked like in the nude. She knew without a doubt that the peeper had been this young man.
"What do you want?" she said, glaring at him.
He grinned, wiping his mouth with his hand. "My brother and I have this gardening service," he said, his eyes slipping back down to her breasts, to the still-taut stubs of her nipples poking out tan-talizingly against the bodice of her dress. "I come by to ask if you had any work you could give us."
"I already have a service," she said, starting to shut the door in his leering face.
The young man moved like a shot, jamming his foot against the door so she couldn't close it, then easily pushing it open again.
"I don't think you have the kind of service you need," he said, leaning his face close to hers.
Bonnie could smell the garlic and wine on his breath. She jerked back as if she'd been struck. "What do you mean?!" she demanded, knowing full well what he meant.
He licked his lips, making a show of it, of letting her see his thick red tongue. "I mean that a fine looking fox like you shouldn't have to fuck around with a piece of plastic," he said, reaching down and rubbing the inside of his trouser leg.
Bonnie didn't want to look down, but she couldn't help it. She stared in horror at the huge length of meat outlined against his jeans. Though not in erection, his penis hung halfway down his thigh!
"I could give you the kind of service you need," he said his voice noticeably thicker, hoarser as his excitement grew. "And I'd do it for nothing."
That he could actually think she'd agree to some- thing so obscene, so degrading, that he thought she was nothing more than a cock-hungry cunt stunned her. She tried again to slam the door, but he wouldn't let her.
"That goddam plastic pecker can't cum inside you, lady," he said, panting softly, his hand rubbing harder on the soft hose that lay against his thigh. "I can. I can fill that sweet, wet pussy of yours up with my hot cum. I can make you cum while I'm doing it, too."
The image of what he described swam in her head. Whether it was due to the aftermath of her recent orgasm or some deep seated need that she didn't understand and would not admit to herself, she actually thought she could feel his cock hard and long in her belly, throbbing excitedly as it pumped gush after gush of creamy seed into her cunt.
"Come on, lady," he said impatiently, "you got me all hot for it. I know you're ready for it, too. I saw. Come on, let me in, let's fuck."
Bonnie flinched when she saw that he had worked himself up to full erection. It looked like he had a baseball bat shoved down his jeans! For an instant, a split second that seemed to last an eternity, she was sorely temped to do as he asked. Then she caught herself. Furious at her own weakness more than at his lewd proposition, she nevertheless took her anger out on him.
"Get out of here, you dirty little wetback!" she cried. "Get out or I'll call the police!!"
The young man stiffened, a look of smouldering hatred passing over his smooth face. "Why you filthy cockteaser!" he snarled, lunging his arm through the gap in the door, reaching for her throat.
Bonnie threw her full weight against the door and it swung closed, smashing into the boy's wrist with a sickening crunch.
"Jesus!" he wailed, his fingers clenching, trembling from the pain.
Bonnie jerked the door open just enough for him to get his hand back, then she slammed it closed and locked it.
The young man took his fury out on the other side of the door, kicking it repeatedly as hard as he could. "I'll fix you for this, you cockteaser!" he swore. "I swear to God, I'll fix you!!"
Chapter Three
Jim Frees knew his wife was going to be upset when he came home that evening. He purposely stalled at the office, pondering the idea of going out of town on a sudden, but vitally necessary "business trip". He knew if he did that, he'd only be putting off the inevitable and probably would be making the inevitable worse in the bargain. The inevitable was bad enough. His lovely young wife had of late turned into a whining, pouting bitch.
He honestly couldn't understand her. He couldn't see why she would deny him the pleasure he felt was his right. If she wasn't going to give it to him, then who the hell did she think she was to tell him that he couldn't have it from someone else?! Some guys, he knew, wouldn't have taken it nearly as well as he had. Some guys would've divorced their wives, kicked them out. He hadn't done that, not yet anyway. He considered this to be a thoughtful, kind act. He was letting her continue to live in the house, to clean it, to cook and wash for him, even though she wasn't fulfilling her part of the marriage contract. He didn't consider her lying there under him like an inflatable party doll, like a goddamn corpse, while he fucked into her unmoving, unloving cunt anything but an insult to the word "sex."
Finally, he left the office, got in his Mercedes and drove it home. By the time he got there, he had himself in what he thought was a proper frame of mind for the crying, accusing wife who was waiting for him. He had pulled a kind of invisible shield down over his mind. Jim Frees was safe behind it; nothing could faze him.
When he put his key in the lock and turned it, the door opened, but just a crack. It was stopped by the safety chain. His shield began to buckle. Had she dared to try and lock him out?! To lock him out of his own house?!
"Damn you!!" he cried, stepping back and snap-kicking the door with the ball of his foot. The chain was ripped from the jam and the door swung inward.
Jim stormed into the house. "Where the hell are you?! he shouted. "Dammit! I'll find you!"
He rounded the doorway that led to the dining room and came face to face with his wife. The blood drained from his face as he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were glued to what she held in her hand.
"God, Bonnie!" he gasped.
The young blonde stood there, her eyes wild with terror, her trembling hands holding up her husband's .357 Magnum revolver, aiming it at his chest as a distance of about eight inches.
Jim Frees thought that he'd bought the farm, that his poor frazzled wife had gone over the edge, that she was going to kill him for his infidelity.
"Oh, Jim!" Bonnie moaned, letting the muzzle of the gun drop. "Oh, Jim, I thought ... I was so scared!!"
He carefully reached out and took the pistol from her hand, slipping it into the side pocket of his overcoat. His wife threw herself into his arms, clinging to him like a lost child. Even he could not fail to be touched by her obvious terror.
"Jesus! Bonnie, honey, what is it? What's happened?" he said, wrapping a protective arm about her shivering shoulders, pulling her warm, jutting breasts into his chest.
"God, I thought you ... I thought you were him!" she blubbered. "I thought he was coming back... to get me!"
"He?" Jim said, gently leading Bonnie back into the living room. He made her sit on the Victorian sofa and stood in front of her as he said, "Please, try and tell it from the beginning."
Bonnie blinked up at him, her eyes full of tears. "There was a young man who came to the door this afternoon," she said, gasping for breath. "He was Mexican or something. Said he was a gardener. I told him we already had one. Then he started getting fresh with me."
Jim's face clouded over. "Go on."
"He said all sorts of filthy things and I tried to shut the door, but he put his foot in it. He wanted me to let him in so he could ... oh, God! I yelled at him and he tried to choke me. Somehow I managed to shut the door on his hand. I think I hurt him. When he pulled his hand back, I slammed the door. He yelled at me through it, he said he was going to get me. I thought you were him. Oh, Lord! I might've shot you!"
Jim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The idea that his wife had almost been attacked in her own house was disturbing to him... but even more disturbing was a sudden suspicion that she was making the whole thing up. It struck him as mighty convenient that she's be assaulted, or almost assaulted right after he'd copped out on their lunch date. What could make him feel guiltier for leaving her alone? What could make him want to stick close by her afterwards?
He took a seat beside her on the sofa. As he let his weight down on the cushion, he felt a hard lum-piness under him. "What the . . .?" he said, shoving his hand in under the cushion and coming up with one pair of bikini panties, one pornographic love manual, and one slightly sticky pink vibrator.
"Oh!" Bonnie groaned, her hands leaping up to cover her mouth, her face blushing beet red. In her terror ever the young man's threat, she'd totally forgotten that she'd left the stuff stuffed in the couch.
Jim let the panties drop to the floor between his knees. He thumbed through the paperback book, the anger in his eyes growing as he saw the luridly illustrated contents. He let the book drop, too, and waved the tip of the dildo under his nose, sniffing it.
"So some guy tried to break in and rape you this afternoon?" he snarled at her. "So you had to go upstairs and get my gun to defend your honor?"
Bonnie began sobbing, her eyes full of pain and shame.
"This," he said, shoving the vibrator at her face, "is the only visitor you had this afternoon. And from the smell of him, you gave him the whole guided tour."
"No, Jim, really ..." she began.
But he wouldn't listen, wouldn't let her speak. He was insanely angry. "This is what you do, huh?" he growled. "While I'm at work, you screw yourself sil- ly on this phony cock!"
Bonnie shook her head, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
He snatched up the book from the floor and opened it at random. He pointed at the swarthy, latin-looking man mounting the brunette, from behind. "There's your gardener!" he shouted. "There's your rapist! And here's his cock!"
"Noooooo!!" Bonnie wailed.
"I'll bet you give him a good time, too," Jim hissed. "You probably do things for him that you'd never even think of doing for me!" He jumped up to his feet, throwing the erotic junk against the wall. The plastic cock shattered into a thousand tiny pink pieces.
Bonnie tried to shrink down, to disappear into the couch. He was doing her a horrible disservice by thinking that she'd lie about the intruder, by thinking that she'd rather give herself pleasure by masturbating alone than by responding to him in bed. She wanted desperately to make him understand, but the look on his face scared her half to death.
"You're worse than frigid," he said. "You're a million times worse!"
When Bonnie cringed, sinking back into the couch as if to evade him, Jim got an incredible surge of excitement. It wasn't just that he was suddenly on the offensive, able to berate her for something terrible she had done for a change, it was a sense of raw, physical power over her that he had never felt before. It was a need to totally dominate her, to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
He took a step towards her and put his fingers to his zipper, undoing it, reaching inside and pulling out the full length of his soft, rubbery penis.
"Go'd!" Bonnie whimpered, her eyes full of shock, of confusion, of disbelief.
"Go on! Take it!" he snarled, shoving his pelvis forward, shoving his long, limp cock at her face. "Take it or I swear to God I'll slap you silly!"
The young blonde flinched as he raised his open hand high over his head. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do it... and from the look in his eye, she knew that he would enjoy doing it, too. She reached up with quivering fingers and clasped the soft length of penis in her palm. At her touch, it flexed anxiously like it had some separate life of its own.
"That's a real cock, baby," he said, grinning proudly down at himself. "Let's see what you can do with it. Let's see if you can treat a real cock as good as you treat your plastic pal."
"Please, Jim," she moaned, miserably. "Please!"
"Go on!" he growled.
Never before in her life had Bonnie been so callously treated. He was acting like she was his slave! She knew she had no choice but to obey him; it was either that or take a beating. The utter helplessness of her situation did something to her that she didn't understand, something that frightened her more than his threats ... it turned her on!
As she squeezed his cock tightly in his fist and it responded by pulsing, growing longer, thicker, hotter, a chill shot up her supine and scuttled, crablike, under her scalp. Suddenly, there was a horrible pressure in her head, a staggering rush of heat between her legs. She moved.
Jim's jaw dropped as he saw his pretty young wife lean close to his belly, as he saw her slip his penis over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it, licking at the bulbous head, loving it.
"Christ!" he gasped, putting a hand on top of her blonde head to steady himself as the delicious warmth and wetness of her mouth engulfed his turgid cock, as she swung into a gut-wrenching rhythm, sucking and gulping so hard that his cock ached from the stretching suction. He couldn't believe that this was Bonnie, his Bonnie doing it to him, doing it to him without his having asked, doing it and enjoying it.
"Suck it! Suck it, you hot little cunt!" he panted, screwing his hips around as his excitement grew. "Suck it until I cum!"
Bonnie looked up at him, her mouth crammed full of his lewdly pulsing cock. In that instant, she knew that she loved him, loved him despite his faults, that she would do anything for him, anything. She sucked on his cock for all she was worth, bobbing her head, ramming the rigid length of meat deep in her tight throat. She licked it hotly with her whole pink tongue, swirling it around in the moist, ovenlike heat of her mouth, her lips stretched painfully tight about the thick, lust-hardened girth of his erection.
Jim stared dumbfounded at his madly cocksuck-ing wife, still stunned by her sudden apparent hunger, watching slack-jawed as the glistening wetness of his long, gleaming cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistened with her bubbly saliva until it looked like polished marble, blue-veined with ribbons of pounding blood. Her lips were pulled out from her face as the distended pole of his cock withdrew. Pink ridges of soft feminine flesh that clung to the heavy, blood-engorged thickness of his penis only to be crammed back into her mouth as he pushed deeply between her lips, probing over into the tightness behind her tongue.
As she sucked him, Bonnie began to fumble with her clothing, reaching back behind her back to unzip her dress, then shrugging out of it, letting it fall down around her waist.
Jim groaned when he saw that she wasn't wearing a brassiere, when he saw the full rich curve of her breasts, her taut young nipples throbbing with the excitement of her cocksucking. Suddenly, just cocksucking wasn't enough for him. He wanted .. . no, he had to eat her pussy! He took hold of her hair and pulled her from the couch, pulled her down on the floor.
She continued to nurse at his bulb, working it faster through her lips, her mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as it dove down over the stony shaft.
"Christ! I've never seen you like this!" Jim moaned, leaning down, turning her body like she was a doll. He got down on his hands and knees over her, his face moving down the flat smooth plane of her belly, his hands moving ahead, pushing her rumpled dress down over her legs and off her ankles. His cock was still deeply buried in her throat, his heavy testicles nuzzling into the bridge of her nose.
Then he moved his face lower, still, down over the slight rise of her pubic mound and the sparse wispy curls of her hairs. He nosed his way into the sweet-smelling vee and she squirmed excitedly as his tongue made that first, mind-blowing contact with the pouting moisture rimmed lips of her pussy. His tongue lashed into the fleshy soft warmth of her labial slit as she stretched out under him, her lips still hotly encircling the dangling pole of his cock, sucking and pulling at it, milking him for the thick, creamy heat of his ejaculation.
She toyed with his bloated testicles, and sucked in a kind of mindless ecstasy. Then, the broad tip of his tongue delved between her fleshy folds and touched the button of her throbbing clitoris. She gurgled about the root of his massive cock, her legs jerking wide open, then lifting, closing around his head. She trapped his head between her silky thighs, pinning his open mouth to her sticky cunt. She 'shuddered and shook convulsively as his tongue hotly laved the full, open length of her vagina, spearing into the slippery tunnel again and again, widening it.
"Uhhhhmmmmm!!" she whimpered around the choking hugeness of his dangling cock, her own head held tightly between his hairy legs as he knelt over her. Her pelvis, squirmed up at his tongue anxiously, her hips working feverishly as her husband licked and tongued frantically into her open pussy.
She hummed arousedly around the gagging pole of his cock, not forgetting to lick it and swirl it with her soft pink tongue. She could feel his cock swelling incredibly inside the warm, sucking grip of her mouth and she sensed the throbbing pulse of his increasing passion. A few more delicious seconds, a few more hot, slurping sucks and she knew he would be groaning and writhing like a dying man . . . and his great pulsing cock would send the choking gobs of cum gushing down her throat in a torrent.
"Mmmmm, suck it!" he gasped into her parted folds. "Suck it, Bonnie. I'm so close! So fucking close!!"
Suddenly, he stiffened, his hips lunging, his cock jamming down into the core of her being. And then he was licking, sucking, biting her trembling pussy like a madman.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!!!" he gasped, savaging her hot cunt as the steam heat of orgasm lifted him.
She felt his on-rushing semen coming at her like a roaring freight train, but she reached around his thighs and gripped the sinewy flesh of his buttocks and pulled him down even harder .. . until her lips slipped down into his nest of coarsely tickling pubic hairs.
"Man!" he howled, lifted his face from her wet slit, his thighs and ass quivering as the spurting gush of his boiling sperm raced along the length of his cock and erupted into her waiting mouth. His cum splattered against the back of her bruised throat and warmly trickled down her gullet, filling in her belly with its sloshing weight.
His sperm was salty and rank but she swallowed it hungrily, licking the odd drops from his still-throbbing cockhead and gulping it down into her belly. Her fingers groped in between his shivering buttocks for the lust-bloated flesh of his scrotum, and her hands lovingly squeezed his balls, gently milking them until all of his hot, viscous sperm was in her throat. Only then did she allow him to sit back and pull his softening penis from her mouth.
Jim Frees stared at the woman who was his wife. He hardly recognized her. She was lying on her back on the floor, her thighs spread wide apart, her nakedly splayed pussy open, visibly quivering with the excitement that still coursed through her body, her friction-reddened lips ringed by the white slimy residue of his ejaculation, long, stringy strands of it hanging from the point of her chin. Who was she?! What had happened to her?!! Jim thought about the dirty book, about the obviously used dildo, about the cock and bull story about an intruder. The more he thought, the madder he got. What was she trying to pull on him?! Some kind of crazy acting bit to get him to come back to her?! Was she putting it all on so he'd think she'd finally come around?
Bonnie closed her eyes and licked her lips, sweeping away the sticky cum, swallowing it with pleasure. Her whole head was dizzied by the taste, the smell of his semen, but she loved it. She wallowed in it. She had been used by her husband, really used for the first time because she'd participated, because she'd done her best to give him pleasure. Now, more than ever before, she wanted to use him, to feel his steely cock ramming up her cunt, to feel his lust-hardened balls smashing into her buttocks. She was hotter than a firecracker! She was ready for it!!
"Ummmm," she cooed, reaching up and teasing his balls with a fingertip.
Jim's belly tightened. She was playing with his balls, bouncing them in her hot little palm. She was trying to get him up again! Jim groaned as he felt his penis beginning to stiffen again, to jerk and twitch and throb until it was rock hard and lewdly jutting from his loins.
Bonnie encircled the rigid cock with her feverish fingers. "Ooooh, it's so big!" she moaned, shifting her hips lasciviously on the floor, making her wet little cunt bob and weave provocatively.
Jim felt his upper lip curl back in an animal snarl. What she was doing, he was convinced, was trying to fool him, to fake a suddenly awakening interest in sex. A kind of dull rage came over him as he watched what he was sure was a phony performance.
"God, I love it, Jim!" she breathed huskily, her fingers gliding up and down the turgid pole, wringing it out like a washcloth. "Jim, I want it! I want it now."
Those words rolled so easily off her tongue that they startled even her. She did want him, she did need him. She pulled on his penis harder, more insistently, making the loose outer sheath of skin bunch up behind the widely flaring head in lots of tight little wrinkles.
"You want to get fucked?" he said, the fury of his anger pounding in his temples, pounding in the obscenely bulging rod she held between her slim fingers.
She nodded, getting up from the floor, kneeling between his spread legs, and, while still masturbating his cock, pressing her open mouth to his bloated scrotum, licking at the wrinkly, hairy bag and the sluggishly shifting orbs it contained.
His cock jerked violently against her grip and he shivered as her hot, moist little tongue swept over his super-sensitive sack. She was licking his balls! In a flash, he made up his mind. He was going to show her, to teach her that he was no fool. He was going to fuck her, all right, but not the way she had in mind!
He reached out and caught one of the sofa cushions with his fingers, tossing it onto the coffee table that stood about three feet from where he stood.
"Stop that," he said.
Bonnie pulled her mouth back from his testicles. Her blue eyes were horribly bloodshot, pubic hairs clung to her soft lips. "What?" she said.
"Shut up and lay down across the table, on the pillow," he said. "Lay down on your belly."
A quiver shot up the blonde's spine. He was going to fuck her! She was going to get her chance to show him how much she loved him, how much she needed that big, sweaty cock of his crammed up into her cunt! She crawled over to the table on hands and knees, extending her arms out over it, resting her tender breasts on the cushion, her naked asscheeks now high behind her, tipped up lewdly, ready to receive his lusty cock stabs.
Jim looked down into her soft nether cleavage, down into the open, glistening maw of her pink lipped cunt. His cock snapped up against his chest, the head smacking against his shirt front, sending beads of cum splattering over his silk tie. Growling from low in his belly, he slipped in behind her, grabbing the soft fleshiness of her ass and working his way between her silky smooth thighs. His cock was hard and thick and it rode up between her asscheeks, sliding through the silky cleavage, red and ruddy from all the hot cocksucking.
"Oh, darling!" Bonnie wailed, clutching at the cushion, shifting her round, firm bottom anxiously as she felt the smooth underside of his hot cock rub up over her defenseless anus.
Her obscene wriggling against his lurid erection only made him madder. He hunched viciously against her bottom, making his cock slide up and down through the cleft of her ass.
"Ooooh, Jim! Jim, honey, put it in me!" she cried, shivering with excitement as she felt his massive, sperm-heavy balls grinding into the wet, steamy meat of her pussy.
He didn't answer, but put his hands to her buttocks, pushing them up, tipping her ass up even higher. Then he aimed his huge cock in the general direction of her slit and lunged.
"Owww!" Bonnie bleated, writhing in pain, not pleasure, as he missed his target and jammed into the inside of her leg.
He guided himself more carefully the second time, lunging even harder. His cock slammed into the wetly parted slit of her pussy, but it would not go in.
"OWWW!!" the blonde wailed. "Wet it! Oh, please, wet it first!"
Jim grunted and dragged the bulbous, blood-engorged head of his cock through the moistness of her pussy, dampening the turgid pole, lubricating it so that his long hard strokes would bore deeply into her belly. Actually, he had been trying to hurt her, he intended to hurt her more for her deceit. As he looked down at her jiggling buttocks, her ivory smooth nether cheeks sprinkled with tiny golden hairs, he couldn't help but chuckle. He was going to show her, all right.
"Push up," he said. "Spread your legs wider." Bonnie whimpered at the strain it was putting on her pelvis but she did as he asked.
He squeezed the tender softness of her asscheeks in his strong fingers until the flesh rose up in pink welts and Bonnie winced from the pain. He released his tight grip on her ass with one hand and took the tumescent thickness of his naked erection and squirmed it again through the moist heat of her cunt, getting it as sticky wet as he could.
"Uhhhhhh," she cooed rapturously as she felt him putting his thumbs to the fleshy lips of her cunt, as she felt him spreading her pussy wide open to receive his steely cockhead.
Once he had her opened up, Jim didn't mess around. He fitted his bulb to the slit and lunged as hard as he could.
Bonnie let out a shrill scream as the immense log of a cock surged up into her belly. It felt like he was turning her outside in!
Jim gurgled with pleasure as he felt her squirm agonizingly beneath him .. . and he lunged again, burying his huge erection in her tight pussy, burying it to the hairs.
"Oh, baby! Baby!" she babbled incoherently, her cunt so full of hard, hot cock that it felt like it was going to split that seemed to build, like a watch spring being wound tight until would wind no more. The pressure and the tension were there because he knew what he was about to do to her was despicable, bestial, sadistic . . . and because he knew that nothing short of instant death would keep him from it!
He chuckled again, more to relieve the tension in his chest than anything else, and as the shaft of his cock reappeared between her fleshy cuntal lips, he took hold of it and jerked it free.
"Ohh!" Bonnie wailed, as she felt him pop out. She flapped her hands in the air and whined, indicating that she wanted very much for him to put it back inside her.
With his cock gripped in one clenched fist like a huge, ruddy spear, Jim worked it up between the smooth cheeky mounds of her bottom until the bulbous, blood-heated head of his cock nudged salaciously against the tight-puckered lips of her little pink rectum.
Bonnie jerked as if he'd touched her with an electric cattle prod. "God!" she gasped, twisting her head around, her eyes full of horror. "God, Jim, no! NO!"
But he only laughed at her and tightened his grip on her squirming buttocks and pushed hard with the moistly lubricated knob of his cock. Bonnie was nakedly splayed, completely defenseless, and his cock was steel-hard and slippery wet from her viscous cuntal juices. There was no stopping him.
"Nooooooo!!" she bawled, shaking her head wildly.
He felt the vainly resisting muscles of her anus collapse defeatedly, and grabbing her again with both hands, he yanked her by the hips backwards onto his impaling thickness. His vigorous exertions lifted her knees from the floor and she shook violently as his cockhead entered her tiny rectum.
"Owwwww!! Uhhhhh! Nooooo! It's hurting me! It's too big! I can't take it there! Take it out! God, Jim, please take it out!"
His fingers tightened in the smoothness of her buttocks and he squeezed her asscheeks mercilessly, holding her with both hands as he pulled her viciously onto his stiffened erection, impaling her another inch or so on his lust-hardened cock.
Bonnie's scream died still-born in her throat as the deeply skewering penis speared into her bowels, savagely ripping open her soft anal sphincter, plowing into her smooth, rubbery tightness so hard that the sharp, blinding pain stole her breath away. It felt like he was going to split her in two.' "Nooooo! Arrrrrgghhhh!" she gurgled, clawing at the table top, shaking her head wildly from side to side as the huge cock bored even deeper.
Jim grimaced with exquisite pain as he held her securely pinned to the cushion, his rigid penis deep inside her rectum as he began to rock her whole body back and forth, watching slack jawed as his blood-engorged erection slid hotly in and out of her tightly clasping anus. Her pink hairless anal lips clung moistly to the gleaming hardness of his cock, as if reluctant to let his naked stiffness slip from its grip. He grinned down at her ravaged bottom hole, chills racing up his spine as he watched his passion-heated erection slip back between her roundly jutting asscheeks, back into the obscenely gaping, lewdly stretched ring of her anus. She was getting looser, he could tell. She was warming up to the idea of an ass fuck, he thought, excitedly. Just like a million other women, once she was past the first cruel stabbing pain, .. . she loved it!
Or so he thought.
Bonnie groaned and shuddered as the last two inches of his cock bored deeply into her unresisting sphincter. They were the hardest to take because they were the biggest around. And as her anus was torn, raped, the massive bulb, the straining, throbbing shaft speared up into her bowels like a red hot poker. The pain was godawful. But even worse than that for her was the shame, the humiliation of being anally penetrated. Never before in their marriage had Jim actually done what he was doing to her now. He'd tried several times, but she'd always either discouraged him or fought him off. This time he had taken her totally by surprise, both with his initial assault on her backside and with his absolute single-mindedness on purpose. Under the waves of hurt, the racking pain, Bonnie was madder than she had ever been. She wished to God, as Jim coarsely sodomized her, that she still had the gun in her hand. She knew that she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, to blow the ruthless, grunting animal on her back to hell.
She could feel him getting more and more excited as he fucked her harder, widely stretching her poor rectum, whipping his cock back and forth through it so fast that it burned with the savage heat of the friction. She realized that soon he could be having his orgasm, getting his pleasure from her agony. She would not allow him that. No way!
Choking from her hurt the movement caused her, she began to move under him, her whole slender young nakedness squirming and bucking, her trim hips beginning a slow, sensuous dance of unharnessed lust and sexuality. She bit back the pain as his huge cock slammed home again and again, concentrating on getting her hand down between her legs.
Jim thought he had really won her over. His prim little wife was going wild with his big cock crammed up her ass. Her naked buttcheeks clenched and unclenched in a salacious fervor, huge fleshy lips that nibbled ravenously at the thickness of his friction-reddened penis. He groaned at the exquisite tightness of his young wife's asshole and fucked her harder still, his balls glowing with pleasure, his mind full of sweet satisfaction as he thought of the penance she was paying for her duplicity.
He didn't need to hold her with his hands anymore. She was frantically working back against him with her obscenely grinding ass as if only by having every single inch of his hard cock rammed up her ass could she keep from going crazy.
Bonnie moaned hoarsely and her whole body shook as she stretched over the coffee table, her naked breasts crushed beneath her, the nipples hard, digging into the fabric of the cushion. Now was the time, she knew. Now, when he least expected it. She pushed her hand up, up over the open, wetly steaming lips of her flowered pussy, her fingers encircling the greasy, pistoning shaft that was plundering her ass.
Jim gasped anxiously as he felt her fingertips teasing down over his testicles which were stony hard, pulled uptight to his loins, ready to send his hot cum pumping into her behind.
"Oooooh, baby!" he cooed, swiveling his hips as she massaged his nuts, rubbing her warm, smooth palm against them. Jim was on the very brink of cumming and her tender strokes were pushing him closer and closer to oblivion. Waves of delicious sensation were billowing up the length of his turgid pole as he deeply plowed it into the rubbery confines of her no longer virginal ass.
Bonnie gritted her teeth against the violent impacts of his hard loins into her upturned buttocks, impacts that swept her nether cheeks wide apart, that sent the gruesomely thick root of his cock slamming into her tortured anus. She let go of his hard testicles, dropping her hand about six inches from them. Then, just as her husband was starting his next tip to root lunge, she brought her palm back against his balls, smashing the heel of her hand against them as hard as she could.
He put his hands to her asscheeks and shoved, ripping his madly flexing cock from her rectum, slumping back on the floor on his bottom. He clutched his brutalized testicles in both hands, moaning, keening like a new widow.
Bonnie jumped to her feet, her face full of righteous anger, of utter satisfaction for the pain she had given him.
"How do you like it, you bastard?!" she shouted at mouth as she was dragged backwards into her own house, away from any hope of rescue, of help. The fingers tightened down so hard on her jaws that she whimpered from the pain. And then she was inside and the young man was hurriedly locking the door behind them.
him. "Does it feel good?!"
Jim could not answer, he could not even get his breath. The agony ripping at his innards was staggering. His face was deathly pale, twisted by the pain that was savagely gouging him.
"It serves you right, you animal!" she ranted, standing over him with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving, her firm breasts rising and falling. "See if you ever try anything like that with me again!"
"Fucking cunt!" Jim spat out between his clenched teeth. "Dirty, fucking cunt!"
As her husband lurched to his feet, Bonnie stepped back. She was suddenly afraid that she'd gone too far, that he would be so angry with her that he'd really hurt her, maybe even kill her.
Jim straightened up slowly, as if every single movement cost him dearly. His cock was no longer thick like a pipe. It was limp and soft and rubbery. He saw the way his wife jumped back when he looked at her, like a frightened little rabbit. For a second, he wanted to pounce on her, to pound her pretty face into mush, to rip her lovely soft hair out by the handful, but the pain would not let him.
Bonnie blinked at Jim, the fine edge of her satisfaction dulling as she saw how he moved, stiffly, like a very old man. She feared that she had really damaged him. She could remember the way his testicles squished under her hand. She shuddered to think that she had ruined his masculinity, that she had killed what she had only just begun to appreciate. Suddenly, she wanted to comfort him, to make things right between them again. As far as she was concerned, they were even. "Jim, are you all right?" she said, raising her hand to him.
He glowered at her through pain-slitted eyes. When she touched his arm, he jerked back.
"Jim, I didn't mean to hurt you so bad," she said, her big blue eyes beginning to brim with tears. "I just wanted you to stop."
"You got what you wanted," he whispered, every word dripping with hate.
"Please, let me help."
He staggered back. "No, baby, you've helped enough," he said, pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping himself up. He made a feeble at-tempt to straighten his shirt and tie.
"No, Jim, please," she said, the tears streaming down her face.
"Go to hell," he said, grabbing up his overcoat and turning his back on her, walking slowly, stiffly towards the door.
"Jim! Jim, where are you going?!!" she bawled, following after him like a squirmy dog.
"To see my goddam girlfriend!" he shouted.
Bonnie froze. What had been a poorly kept secret was now out in the open. He'd used it as a bludgeon to hurt her and he had succeeded.
"I may or may not be back to get my things," he told her as he shuffled out the front door.
The young blonde stood there staring at the open door, her whole body trembling with the realization that she had probably just destroyed her marriage. The sound of the Mercedes roaring to life snapped her out of her self-pity. She had to stop him! To make him come back to her! She pulled her dress up over her nakedness and ran out onto the porch. Jim was just backing out onto the street.
"No! Jim, please! Please wait!!" she cried, waving frantically at him.
The Mercedes roared off down the street as if it'd been shot from a gun.
Bonnie watched the tail-lights get smaller and smaller, watched until they were gone around a distant corner. A kind of coldness settled over her heart. She had managed to wreck everything that she valued, everything that she had tried to hold together. Suddenly, the humiliation and pain of submitting to sodomy, to anal rape, the shame of allowing her husband to orgasm up her ass seemed a very small thing, indeed. She was filled with a sense of total self-loathing. It had been her primness, her prudishness that had cost her a husband.
Slowly, she turned back towards the door. As she did so, a rustling in the bushes at the side of the porch caught her attention. Still dazed by the recent events, not thinking clearly, not realizing how she was dressed, she said, "Who's that? Who's that there?"
To her horror, two men jumped from the bushes and leaped up on the porch beside her.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped as they grabbed her by the arms. Before she could scream, a warm, rough hand was clamped over her mouth.
"Man, oh, man!" breathed the dark-skinned man on her left as he ogled her partially clad curves.' "What did I tell you, Julio?" the other man said. "She is some fine piece of ass."
Bonnie recognized the second man's voice. She jerked her head to the side and looked into the face of the gardener she'd fought off earlier.
The young man grinned at her viciously, showing her all of his white even teeth. Then he raised his hand to her. It was wrapped in grimy bandages.
"You really fucked up my hand, lady," he said. "You hurt me bad. Now, I'm going to hurt you back."
"Jesus!" the other man moaned into her neck. "Let's get her inside, quick. I'm getting a boner already."
Bonnie's eyes widened in shock and horror.
The young man laughed at her expression. "You guessed it, lady," he said. "Julio and me are going to have a little party with you. We're going to fuck you every which way but loose."
"Come on, man!!" Julio said, impatiently. "I want to get my cock wet!"
Chapter Four
As Bonnie saw her own front door being barred against her, she began to struggle violently, trying to wriggle free of the man called Julio. She lashed out with her bare feet, trying to kick him in the shins. With a sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, the swarthy man let go of her mouth and grapped her arm. He twisted it cruelly up behind her back so she was forced t o fall back against his chest and loins. "Please! Please don't do this!!" she wailed. The pain of the armlock racking her whole shoulder.
Julio twisted her arm up higher and reached over her shoulder with his other hand, slipping his thick dirty fingers down into the front of her dress, down into the soft white valley between her brassiereless breasts.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she groaned, her eyes full of tears, her cheeks burning with shame and anger as she felt his rough fingers lewdly rubbing at her nipples, squeezing at her soft, curvaceous breasts like they were lumps of bread dough.
"Big tits," the man wheezed appreciatively, rolling her tautening nipple stubs between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. "I like 'em with big tits, Pepe."
The young man laughed at that. "You like 'em anyway you can get 'em," he said, adding, "so long as they're white."
Julio pinched Bonnie's nipples so hard that she screamed. Pepe stepped forward, his right hand raised menacingly over his head. The intent was clear: shut up or get the hell slapped out of you. Bonnie shut up, whimpering softly between her pain-parted lips.
Then Julio took his hand out of her bodice and started pulling the front of her dress down, exposing her lush, firm young breasts.
Pepe's breath hissed between his clenched teeth as she saw her ripe mounds with their rose pink nipple buds all hard and pointy. He jumped forward and leaned down, grabbing hold of the hem of her dress and jerking it up over her long, slender legs, the ivory columns of her thighs, up over the sweetly curving hummock of her pussy. He pinned the rumpled folds of material to her stomach, then, panting hard, leering down at the nakedly exposed triangle of pale brown pubic hair beneath her trembling silky belly.
"She ain't wearing any panties, Julio," Pepe said. "She was expecting us, what did I tell you?"
The older man chuckled coarsely and slipped his calloused hand over her right breast, digging his fingers greedily into the resilient globe of sumptuous flesh.
Pepe reached out almost casually and put his rough fingers between her shaking legs, experimentally stroking the softly curling hairs. Bonnie shut her eyes tight. She could not bear the thought of his watching her like that, watching her face as he groped her. Her cheeks turned crimson at the indignity of being held there helpless while this swarthy animal pawed her obscenely exposed pussy. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she felt the tip of Pepe's middle finger part the tender fleshy folds surrounding her vagina and push itself into the moist warm depths of her pussy. She felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from the pressure as he chuckled right into her face, his wine and garlic breath rushing into her flared nostrils.
"She's wet already," Pepe said, screwing his finger around in her slippery cunt, the cunt that her husband had only just penetrated. "I think she likes us."
"Come on, man!" Julio moaned, his fingers plucking madly at her nipples, the rough tugging caresses pulling them far from the peaks of the snow-white mounds, turning them a bright, fiery red. "Let's fuck her."
Bonnie gasped as she felt herself being pulled down.
"No!" Pepe said to the older man. "Not here. I don't see why we shouldn't be comfortable. Let's take her upstairs. We can fuck her in her own goddam bed."
The young blonde whimpered as her arm was screwed up even tighter behind her back, as the deeply probing finger was ripped from her pussy, as she was dragged and pushed up the stairs. Her pretty face was set in an expression of total determination. She couldn't stop the thing they were going to do to her, but she could hold back and resist them mentally. "In here!" Pepe said, pulling the blonde and his companion into Bonnie and Jim's bedroom.
Julio pushed her over to the edge of the queen sized bed and by levering upwards on her arm, forced her to bend over forward onto the mattress.
She moaned softly as Pepe rudely ripped her dress down, pulling it off her ankles. She moaned again, louder, when Julio thrust his body against her, when she could feel the lewd hardness, the heat of his blood-thickened erection pressing against her naked buttocks. "You're not going to give us any trouble, are you, lady?" Pepe said, bending down and speaking into her face.
Bonnie glared at him, shuddering as Julio ground his loins against her defenseless backside, lewdly prodding between her asscheeks with his lust-hardened cock.
When she didn't answer, Pepe got furious. More than mere sexual satisfaction, he wanted to see this stuck up rich woman bent to his power, meekly submitting to his macho.
"Give me her arm," the young man said, pushing his compadre aside.
Bonnie whined as the men changed places behind her, as Pepe grabbed her wrist and bent her arm up.
"Get in front," Pepe said. "Take hold of her arms. Hold her tight. I'm going to teach her something that she'll never forget."
The young blonde groaned as Julio jerked her arms forward, as she was drawn down flat on her belly on the bed, her long legs splayed over the edge, and she stiffened as she heard an unmistakable sound . . . the sound of a belt being slipped through its loops.
"NOOOO!!!" she squealed.
Julio pinned both her hands together over her head and then grabbed a handful of her hair. He jammed her face down into the bedspread, effectively shutting off her cries for help.
Pepe wound the buckle end of his belt around his knuckles and swung it over Bonnie bare back. She could feel the hiss of it, the rush of air gusting over her indecently exposed buttcheeks.
Then Pepe started hitting her. The first impact was so startling, so vicious that it astounded her. Then the awesome, stinging pain lanced into her upturned buttocks and she cringed down into the bed, her whole body quaking from the horrible pain.
Bonnie tried to scream as the hard hot leather hit her again and again, making the resilient flesh of her buttocks jiggle and jounce, but her face was being mashed into the bed, her mouth muffled by the spread.
The young man laughed as he lashed the belt down across her trembling young buttcheeks, as he watched her smooth, supple body jerk and twitch under the torrent of hard cracking pain.
Bonnie soon lost all track of time. There was only the harsh impact, the stabbing hurt. After what seemed like a million years had passed, Pepe stopped hitting her and ordered the other man to let her face up.
Julio pulled on her hair, jerking her tear-stained face from the bed.
"I want to hear you ask us, lady," Pepe said, his voice rich and thick with aroused passion. "I want to hear you beg us to fuck you."
Bonnie locked her teeth together and shook her head as much as Julio's cruel handhold would allow. She told herself that she'd rather die than give these animals satisfaction.
When she did not respond, Julio rammed her face back down into the bed and Pepe resumed the belt-lashing. He cracked the hot leather down across her quivering, red-welted flesh even harder, determined to break the will of this proud, fine bodied woman.
The pain grew so intense, surging up her back and down her thighs, that Bonnie could not bear it. She was sure that he was going to beat her to death! That he was going to mutilate her! Her will caved in.
She twisted her face to the side, twisted it against the hold Julio had on her hair. "Ohhhhh! Stop!! Please!! Anything!!! But stop!!!"
Pepe paused, gasping for air. "Beg, you whore!" he growled, tightening his grip on the belt.
Bonnie knew that the longer she paused, the greater was her risk of more punishment. She couldn't stand it, not any more of it. The obscene pleadings broke from her tortured lips in a torrent. "Anything! Fuck me! Fuck me!! Anything, but don't hit me anymore!! Please!! God, please!!"
The young man's lewd smile widened. The young woman's pathetic mumbling surrender was music to his ears . . . and music to his cock. His virile male hardness jutted out against his pants leg. The sadistic beating had given him a massive, aching erection.
"You can let go of her, Julio," Pepe said, stepping back from her.
Bonnie shuddered with the knowledge that he was right. There was no longer any reason to hold her down. Her will was broken. She lay there, belly down on the bed, completely limp. She was theirs for the taking, any way they wanted to take her. She knew it; they knew it.
"Screw her, Pepe! Screw her!!" the older man cried, stretching out the obscenity into a lustful moan.
"You damn straight!" Pepe said, fumbling with his zipper. He reached into his distended fly and pulled out his hugely throbbing cock. It jutted out of his open fly like a lewd tree limb. "Turn her around," he said, thickly. "I want her to see what she's getting."
Julio pushed and pulled the unprotesting woman around on the bed until she came face to face with the bulbous head of Pepe's blood engorged cock.
"Like it, huh?" he said, sliding his fingers up and down the steely hardness.
Bonnie neither moved nor answered. Her eyes were wide open in horror and disgust at the sight of the long, thick cock he held rigidly over her head like some obscene sword. It was truly monstrous. The bulging shaft was webbed all along the underside by heavy, throbbing blue veins. The shaft itself was a light mocha color and the head was a purplish hue, already leaking thick white seminal fluid from the obscene slit in its shining face. Her eyes slowly moved up, past the menacing penis with its hair-fringed, sperm swollen balls, past the lean, muscular torso, to the young man's face. The look in his glittering eyes was hard as steel. She knew that there would be no mercy from him.
"Nice, huh?" he repeated, squeezing the shaft hard, making the thick white cream billow from his knob. It drooled in a long, yo-yoing gob from the tip of his cock, swaying, then flopping down to the floor.
As she saw that bloated bulb swell up, the thick, spongy rim puffing out with blood, she knew that there really was no escape, that her only refuge from the humiliation and depravity they were going to subject her to was in her mind. She tried desperately to gather her scattered strength, her shattered will.
"You're gonna get it all," he hissed at her. "Every motherfucking inch of it. Turn her back around and hold her!"
Bonnie had no strength to fight Julio's cruel hands. He turned her back around so that her legs dangled limply over the edge of the bed and hold her arms pinned down in front of her. She could hear Pepe stripping out of the rest of his clothes and then a heavy weight came down on her, crushing the breath from her lungs.
Pepe dropped across the full length of her inflamed back, his face pressed into the soft, sweetly scented nape of her neck. Ruthlessly, savagely, he began grinding his knees between her thighs, wedging them apart, slipping between them.
The young woman could only moan as she felt the super-heated rigidity of his erect penis making warm, wet contact with the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. There was no way to fight as the aroused young man eased himself forward, sliding the full lust-swollen length of his throbbing cock right up between the narrow crevice of her buttocks. As the awful reality of what was about to happen to her finally sank in, Bonnie began to struggle wildly against the grip of Julio's hands, thrashing her buttocks, kicking her legs. Her frantic movements only aroused the panting man more. "Up!" he snarled. "Up on your knees!" When she tried to stiffen her body and press herself tighter to the bed, both men grabbed her and brutally hauled her up into that degrading position. Her naked buttocks were waving lewdly high in the air and her full, tender breasts were mashed down into the bed. Bitter tears of frustration and hatred rolled down her cheeks, wetting the chenille coverlet as she realized that her poor pussy was tipped up, ready to receive the full, tube-rending stab of Pepe's rigid cock. She knew that there was nothing left for her but the final humiliating degradation of being forced to submit to their salacious desires. Here, in her own home, she was a prisoner! A slave to the demented whims of these animals!
Kneeling behind her, Pepe gazed down at the sleek, seductive body that he had conquered. As he stared at the full white moons of her asscheeks, his for the taking, his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared in seething arousal. His cock was harder than it had ever been, so bloated with blood that it felt like it was about to split its outer skin, like an overcooked wiener. His semen-swollen balls tingled and ached and clamored for him to lunge forward into the teasing pink slit. But Pepe would not give in to the urge to slide his wetly gleaming cock deep between those quivering buttocks, deep into the warm, slippery passage of her cunt. He wanted more than her meek submission to his obscene cravings. He wanted her to squirm under him, to squirm with longing, with unabashed desire, lusting for the savage thrusts of his pulsing cock as much as he lusted for the wetly clasping caress of her trembling pussy. The thought of her, this rich, beautiful lady, going wild under him, totally losing control of herself, forgetting who she was, who he was, forgetting everything but the ravening hunger in her cock-filled cunt... the hunger to be fucked to climax!
To that end, Pepe pulled back from her, but kept his knees firmly wedged between her thighs so she could not close them. He leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss on the small of Bonnie's back, in the little vee of smooth flesh that tapered down into her ass crack.
Bonnie jerked at the hot, moist contact of his lips. She moaned plaintively as he slowly swirled his tongue over that tiny silky triangle, teasing the tip of it down into the top of her tight nether cleavage. This was not what she'd expected. She'd expected to be brutally spitted on his cock, for there to be no foreplay, nothing, just raw animal fucking, until the young man spurted his sloshing liquid cum deep in her belly. Bonnie was devastated.
Pepe slipped his hands to her smooth buttcheeks, fitting the balls of his thumbs to the insides of the firm buns and gently prying them outwards, opening up her entire fork to his view. She immediately attempted to close her cheeks, to tense her muscles and force her buttocks to close, but the unyielding outward pressure was too much for her. Gradually, her muscles tired and she groaned as she felt her ass go to putty in his strong, hard hands, parting widely.
Pepe's face was on a level with the thin pink folds of her sensitive pussy, and as he watched with lust-reddened eyes, he could see the soft, hair-fringed lips parting slowly under the steady pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the ragged edges of her petals, clinging like dew drops to the softly curling light brown pubic hairs. He pushed her buttocks further apart, making her crotch flatten out, making her labia smooch further apart.
There was a horrible tension in Bonnie's belly. A tension that grew with every second that passed. She didn't want it like this! She didn't want tenderness! She didn't want something that she might have to respond to!!
He moved his flushed face forward until his nose was only a few inches from the silky hairs that rimmed the wet, open lips of her vagina. He breathed in the fine, foxy fumes of her pussy, gulping down the buckets of saliva that gushed into his mouth. His thumbs now trembling with desire, he pushed outward further, making her pouting slit flower wide open until he could see the pink, creamy lining, the glistening round hole that was the mouth of her pussy.
Bonnie grunted with shock as she felt his warm breath gusting over her obscenely parted pussy. Her face burned with shame and revulsion as she realized that there was no way she could stop him from doing it to her. In a way, the feather-light caresses he was using now were much more alarming to her than the cruel lashes of his belt. They told her something about herself that she did not want to know, something much more horrible than that she could not hold out against the agony of a merciless beating. They told her, as they traced magical moist circles along the length of her upturned buttocks, as they stroked deeply between her parted buns, that her body was not entirely her own, that it could respond automatically to a touch of the proper kind ... no matter who was touching her!
There was a pressure from behind and Bonnie felt a cool rush of air race between her thumb-parted asscheeks. She tried her best to close the lewd gap, to regain her dignity, but she could not defeat the pressure, the gentle, caressing pressure. Unable to combat the splaying of her bottom, to fight down the feelings of warmth and peace that were horribly at odds with what she felt was her proper mental attitude, the young blonde let herself totally relax. She felt her pussy gape open wider and wider and it felt wet, absolutely dripping with juice.
She could bring herself to resist no longer. In her defeat, she slumped her face down into the bed and let her arms go limp in Julio's hands. What was the use? she asked herself. What was the use?
Pepe, kneeing behind her, his thumbs holding wide open the glistening crevice of her wet pussy, chuckled to himself. He could sense the utter confusion of the woman beneath him. He had her just where he wanted her. As he began to rub her swollen vaginal lips under the balls of his thumbs, prying them so wide apart that he could've rammed his whole fist up her cunt, he was delighted to see her firm white buttocks begin to respond, to slowly rotate in front of his leering face.
The invitation that her sensuous squirming ass was making to him was one that he had no intention of passing up. He raised his head and pressed his face forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the sticky wetness of her vaginal slit.
"Ummmmphhh!" Bonnie gasped at the lewd contact, trying to squirm away from the hot mouth.
Pepe tightened his grip on her hips so she couldn't slip away and then, with one spearing thrust, he jammed his tongue into between the parted labia, up into the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt.
"Yeeee-hah!" Julio cried excitedly as he saw his young friends's face mashed into the sweet white behind, his lips and cheeks working frantically, puffing in and out as he jabbed his tongue into the slippery hot crevice.
Bonnie stiffened at the sudden entry into her wet cunt. For a horrible instant, she did not know what to do. She tried to move forward to escape the luridly swirling penetration, but Pepe just followed her, keeping his sucking mouth mashed tight to her upturned pussy. Then she felt her pussy start to contract, opening and closing around the pebbly surfaced length of his hot tongue. She knew that if she could just get away she wouldn't feel the horrible terror, the anxiety over what he was making her body feel. But she could not escape and he was making her feel things she did not want to feel, not with him, not from his unwanted tongue stabs. Her breathing turned into a series of hard, panting grunts as she tried to hold back the waves of delight that his hard sweeping tongue was giving her.
Realizing that he was on the brink of victory, Pepe went wild. He pushed his mouth even harder against her widely-splayed loins, working his lips over the whole of her flowered pussy, sucking, licking, biting at it in a mad cunt-eating frenzy.
Bonnie could not hold out. She felt as if she were at the top of a long, long metal slide, a slide so long that she couldn't see the bottom, and she was starting to slip down it, starting to pick up speed, to plummet into the darkness. She was no longer just kneeling there passively. She was suddenly screwing her buttocks back hard against his obscenely buried face, gyrating them uncontrollably as he flicked his deeply embedded tongue around inside her, teasing it over the oily marble of her clitoris, fucking it so deep into her belly that she thought she could feel it in her mouth.
"Jesus!" Julio groaned as he watched the unbelievable transformation. In a matter of seconds, he had seen a prim young Anglo housewife turned into a hot and juicy slut, a total slave to the lewdly snorting face buried in her cunt from behind. And the sight did something to him. The whole front of his pants was pushed out of shape by a monstrous erection. Directly over the immense bulb of his cock, the material was stained by a dark moisture. It was the pre-cum, the seminal fluid oozing up the length of his hard-pulsing cock. Without thinking, he let go of Bonnie's arms and began to stroke her smooth young body, running his calloused fingers over her shoulders, her sides, sweeping them over the silky, resilient mounds of her breasts that were flattened, pushed out on the sides under her armpits.
Pepe was eating up a storm. His head was bobbing madly, tongue plunging in and out, in and out. The combination of his hot slobber and her hot juice made that delicious channel a veritable quagmire of squishiness. As he gobbled her pussy, it gave out with a nasty, wet sluicing sound like a boot being pulled from thick mud. That sound was coupled with the low guttural mewl that was escaping from between her lust parted lips.
Wheezing from his own excitement, the young man withdrew his lashing tongue from her seething pussy depths and concentrated on the erect little bud of her clitoris. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue tip and was rewarded by an extra wild ass swivel from her. He pushed his face even further into the wetly quivering slit and sucked and teased the tiny nub with his lips and teeth, savaging it, inciting her to churn her buttocks in mad circles, like a cat in heat.
There was no question of control for Bonnie any longer. She was a goner, totally at the mercy of the delicious, obscene sucking at her most private place. She started throwing her parted buttocks back against his face, cramming his tongue deep in her cunt, making the tip of his nose rub over her wildly flexing anus.
Pepe growled with pleasure as he felt the sudden quickening of her responses. He could feel the muscles of her buttocks contracting, tensing around the outside of his madly pistoning tongue, his bobbing cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a kind of ravening hunger that could not be satisfied.
Her pussy was blooming under his mouth, flowering open wider and wider, its viscous wetness building with each and every jab of his tongue into her softly quivering channel. The slick moisture of her vagina oozed down Pepe's cheeks as they pressed tightly to the softness of her buttocks, bathing his face in her pungent fragrance, her warm lubricant.
The young man could tell that the woman wildly thrashing under him was about to cum. Every frantic twist and turn of her hips, every squirming maneuver that made the hollow tube of her cunt slither around his flicking tongue, told him that it was time for him to ram the blunt, semen-smeared head of his cock into her warm belly, into her trembling cunt. He wanted to feel her pussy clutching at his manhood, pulling, teasing the bubbling, molten joy from his testicles. He wanted to have her climax bring on his, to watch her sob and shudder with fever of her orgasm as he flooded her cunt with his raging sperm. His blood-bloated cock ached terribly from the prolonged erection, from the swelling in his balls.
Wheezing from his own awesome arousal, Pepe pulled back. Julio let out a low moan when he saw the shining juice that covered his friend's flushed face. Then Pepe climbed up on the bed, slotting his knees inside her legs, keeping her buttocks wide apart.
"Fuck her! Fuck her good!" Julio panted.
Pepe did not acknowledge his comrade's existence. His coal black eyes were glazed, bloodshot, his right hand was clutching, masturbating his meaty, throbbing erection. He moved closer, holding the lewdly pulsing shaft of his cock between his sweat-sticky fingers, aiming the broad, flaring head at her wetly gleaming pink gash. He stared, unblinking, at the dainty, ragged pussy lips, at the way they seemed to pucker in and out, reflexively, beckoning to the massive knob of his cock, begging to be ripped asunder. His body was racked with a high fever as he thought of what he was about to do to this fine looking woman, as he thought of the sweet pleasure he was about to steal from her quivering loins.
Only an inch separated the glistening, flowered mouth of her cunt and the dripping tip of his shining cockhead. Pepe levered her asscheeks even further apart, wanting not only to feel his cock plowing into her wet furrow, but to see it! His penis throbbed and bucked with raw animal lust when he saw the tiny wrinkled ring of her anus peeping out at him from between her buttcheeks. It was so defenseless, so vulnerable that for an instant he almost rammed his cock into that instead .of his intended target. No, he told himself, that was for later, much later, after he and his compadre had fucked her many times, when it would take a super-kind of kick to bring them off.
He moved forward, sliding his knees as far up between her wide stretched thigh as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward between his fingers, gently parting the moisture-beaded brown hairs with the smooth face of his pulsing knob. He felt the hot, soft outer folds of her fleshy pussy lips close wetly over his bulb.
"Jesus!" he moaned, ecstatically. Pepe had fucked many girls, willing and unwilling, but never in his whole life had he felt a pussy so wonderfully hot, so slippery wet, so hungry for his aching cock. Trapped between the delicious, slick folds of her pussy, his cock lay throbbing for a second. The salacious contact of his pulsating pole crammed in between her snowy buttcheeks was more than he could bear. Spitting out a curse in his native tongue, he lunged, sending his lust-hardened penis surging forward into the warm, wet pussy of the woman under him. He groaned as he felt the slippery, tight fitting walls slip down over his bloated bulb, enclosing the rigid length of his blue-veined shaft.
At the sudden, stinging entry, Bonnie stiffened. No matter what he had done to her before, how she had responded, even yearned for him to continue, she did not want this, this crude, animal impalement.
"Stop!!" she bawled, shaking her head as if somehow that would make him resist. "You're ripping me apart!!!"
But nothing would make Pepe stop. She sobbed and whimpered beneath him as he thrust, pulled back, thrust, pulled back, each succeeding lunge driving his luridly throbbing, telephone pole of a cock deeper and deeper into her soft, buttery passage. In spite of her arousal, of her earlier penetration by her husband, she was not prepared, physically or mentally, to accept such a huge penis. Her body quaked like a leaf in a gale as the panting, puffing Pepe brutally hunched into her upturned, defenseless loins.
That she had only moments before been all too willing to accept his oral caresses, his deeply laving tongue, his moistly sucking lips on her tender young pussy, that she had actually encouraged him to lick her pussy by her lascivious thrashings was a fact that poor Bonnie could not get out of her mind. Those tender wet probings of her softly trembling vagina were gone, replaced now by the tube-splitting girth of a hotly throbbing cock. She could feel the ridges and valleys, the wrinkles of her cunt flattening, stretching out as her pussy fought to accomodate the huge engine. He was breaking her! Breaking her as she'd never been broken before! As her husband Jim had never been able to do! And the memory of her subservient groveling, her wriggling to the tune of his wildly licking tongue was salt in her wounds.
"God, Julio!" Pepe gasped, his eyes slitted with pleasure, his mouth hanging open, panting. "This bitch is so fucking tight!"
"Give it to her, kid!" the older man wheezed, his eyes bulging as he watched the horribly thick base of Pepe's vein-marbled cock drive up between the obscenely gaping pink pussy lips, inching deeper, deeper into her hot and slippery cunt.
Bonnie could not believe how much cock he was ramming up her. It seemed that the turgid pole would never end, that it would just keep on ramming up into her belly, ramming up until it popped out between her clenched teeth, ramming up until the ever-widening root finally split her whole crotch open! She screamed for the young man to stop, her face twisted by the hurt, the shame of what was happening to her. But Pepe wasn't listening to anything but the incessant pounding in his own skull, the hammering of his pulse in the bulb of his deeply buried cock, pushing out against the slithery walls of her cunt, beating like some primitive tom-tom, calling for more savagery, more pain.
The inhuman intrusion into her already dilated cunt grew and grew and Bonnie was sure she was going to burst from the horrible throbbing pressure in her belly, but then she felt the weight of his strong, muscular loins crushing against her buttocks, the coarse, crisp hairs of his groin scratching her lewdly splayed lips of her vagina, and the lurid hardness of his sperm-bloated balls digging into the top of her mound. She let out a piercing, baleful shriek.
"I got it all!" Pepe gasped to his friend. He let his head loll back on his shoulders as he wallowed in the sensation of holding the sexy young woman spitted totally on his massively pulsing cock. "In her to the hairs!"
Bonnie could only bawl and sob softly, her face buried in the coverlet which was by now wet with her fallen tears. There was no one pushing down on her head now. No one was forcing her head down. She was doing it on purpose, all by herself, hiding her face for the shame of what was happening to her, of the callous, sadistic way these men were using her tender young body. Her plundered pussy felt utterly ruined, torn and stretched as if it'd been a baseball bat instead of a cock that he'd rammed up her. Her belly muscles, her cunt muscles convulsed rhythmically in a vain attempt to shove the invading hardness back out the way it had come. Her efforts in this regard were worse than useless. Her frantic writhing, her rippling inner spasms only served to incite her attacker more as her vaginal muscles clasped and tightened around his cock, teasing over the whole, pulsing length of it, caressing it in a kind of fluttering frenzy.
She pushed up from the bed, trying to get some relief from the awesome pressure, the hugely throbbing presence in her belly. As she did, she realized that hands were sliding over her, lustfully roaming over every inch of her upper body. Her breasts, which swayed delectably under her, sweet cones of resilient flesh, were being kneaded and squeezed by hard fingers, fingers that pinched and twisted her tender, aching nipples, sending shooting stars of pain raging down over her tummy. Fingers were tracing the buttons of her spine, following its curvature down to the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, and then slipping down in between them, down into the lewdly parted crack.
Bonnie whined as something touched her anus, then, before she could even gasp, the something, a hard, calloused finger, suddenly thrust through the moistly pouting ring, deep into the rubbery confines of her anus. To her horror, her agony, the finger began to push in and out, mimicking the obscene motion of the gruesome cock directly below it.
"Hey, Pepe!" Julio cried, his eyes wild with lust. "I'm finger fucking her in the ass! Man, oh, man, oh, man!"
The young blonde hardly heard Julio's demented ravings. She was too busy jerking, trying to twist away from the unnatural invasion of her rectum by the thick finger. When she realized that her squirming was doing no good at all, except to force her pussy to twist and turn about the deeply impaling cock, she stopped moving, hoping that by remaining still she could minimize the agony.
It did not. If anything, the double rape of her body, the lewdly pistoning finger fucking into her anus, the huge pulsing cock buried in her quaking cunt, only increased the feelings of shame and humiliation she was experiencing. And then, Julio, lustfully incited by the feel of her narrow rectum began drilling his raping finger deeper, corkscrewing it around in her pliant, rubbery channel until she screamed from the pain. His other hand, which was under her chest, was cupping her naked breasts, mauling, crushing the soft mounds, plucking at her tautened nipples as if trying to rip them off.
Pepe growled from low in his belly as he watched his friend's coarse finger pushing in and out of the softly puckering hole. He could feel the pressure of Julio's fingertip, feel it right through the thin membrane that separated the woman's cunt from her rectum. Suddenly, he snapped his hips back, then plowed forward, fucking into her open cunt with long, plunging strokes. His strong hands crushed the rounded curves of her hips, pushing, pulling, forcing her to move against his animal lunges, slipping the hot, stretched sheath of her cunt with growing ease back and forth over his aching cock. After a dozen or so thrusts, it didn't feel like her cuntal walls were skinning him alive; it felt marvelously slick and squishy, as if he were fucking into a Vaseline filled rubber glove.
It was not enough for Pepe just to be able to move her body to his will, or even to break the strength of her vagina so that she would be useless for any smaller cocked man. Pepe wanted to feel her bucking to his will, moving her body in a purposefully lascivious way, a way calculated to give him the utmost in carnal pleasure. He raised his open hand and smashed it down on her ass.
"Fuck me, lady!" he commanded. "I want to see you move that big white ass!"
Bonnie's whole body jerked at the violated impact. Her brain exploded with the remembrance of the pain and suffering her stubborness had brought her before. There was no doubt in her mind that if she did not obey him, there would be more punishing blows in short order.
"God!" she gasped as she meekly swivelled her hips, as she felt all that meat packed into her belly moving, squeaking over the super-sensitive walls of her cunt.
Pepe hauled her ass back as he lunged, bashing his balls into the sticky wet hairs of her mount.
"Go, white whore!" he hissed. "Go!"
Moaning, she allowed herself to follow his rhythm, grinding and humping her buttocks back into his pile-driving cock as he picked up the tempo of his fucking. The pain of having to accommodate such an enormous penis soon faded and was replaced with another kind of feeling all together.
Bonnie tried not to think about that feeling, tried to tell herself that anything was better than being beaten more ... but she knew she was only kidding herself, playing mind games. Again and again she groaned aloud, bucking at his command, sheathing his penis in her buttery depths, feeling his fingers mauling, kneading her quivering ripe buttocks. Her own excitement was growing, even as she fought to stifle, to smother it.
"Mine!" Pepe snarled at his friend, reaching out and grabbing Julio's hand and ripping his finger from Bonnie's anus. "All mine!"
Bonnie screamed anew as the young man replaced Julio's finger with not one, but two of his own! The hurt was unbelievable as the dry, doubled fingers probed deep into her straining bowels, twisting, turning, screwing in and out in mindless, senseless savagery.
The feel of her fluttering sphincter squirming down over his sadistically thrusting fingers further incited Pepe to new extremes in his fucking. He rammed his huge penis into her with ever increasing fury, revelling in the sheer, friction-heat his pistoning cock was creating as it rasped over her unresisting pussy sheath. Instead of being calmed by the sight of her obediently bucking body, the young man found himself angered, angered that she was such an easy victim, angered that she was so weak, that she was obeying him with obvious relish. To him, she was nothing but a whore, a spineless vessel made of flesh and blood, meant only to warmly house his great bloated cock!
Bonnie's breathing was a horrid, rasping sound as she writhed and thrashed under the double onslaught. Pepe reached out and twined his fingers in her hair, twisting her face to the side so he could watch how she was taking it. Droplets of sweat trickled down from her forehead, down over her flushed cheeks. Her lips opened and closed, even as the lips of her pussy gaped and puckered to the primal thrusting of his massive cock.
The young wife's shame at her obscene position, her sadistic debasement was nothing compared to the humiliation she felt at the sudden uncontrollable feelings of wantonness and desire beginning to surge through her captive body. Even the cruelly plucking fingers at her nipples could not still the rising heat of her passion.
Then, she felt the bed shifting under her elbows as Julio moved closer. The fingers left her tortured nipples and slipped down over her burning face, lifting it, tipping it up. Bonnie closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see the raw animal desire in the older man's face.
His fingers fumbled at her wetly parted lips, trying to push into her mouth, to-pry her jaws wider apart. Suddenly, there was a pressure against her mouth, a spongy wet pressure mashing hotly against her lips and teeth. She opened her eyes and choked back a sob as she saw a long, curving, swarthy brown cock swaying before her pinioned face.
Julio had watched his friend fuck until he thought his own scrotum would explode from the sperm that built up inside it, demanding to be set loose. He had squirmed himself in under her head which he now held trapped only inches from the glistening purple bulb of his cock.
Groaning from his own rapacious heat, the older man put the palm of his hand on her forehead, pushing her head even further back so he could more easily aim the blood-bloated head of his cock between her trembling lips.
At the sticky wet feel, the horrid cloying smell, Bonnie tried to jerk her head away, but Julio would not let her. Moaning in revulsion, all she could do was tightly clench her teeth and try to block the path of the luridly erect penis.
Julio was far too excited to let a few teeth keep him from his goal. He laced his fingers behind her head so she could not draw back and leaned his weight into his stout cock, driving the rubbery head viciously against her soft lips, crushing them against the hardness of her teeth.
Bonnie probably couldn't held out against even that kind of ruthless assault, if Pepe hadn't chosen that moment to give his doubled fingers a deeply churning thrust in her rectum. It felt like he was trying to pull her insides out! She let out a shrill gasp of agony, her lips parting ever so slightly.
It was the moment Julio had been waiting for and he was ready for it. He lunged brutally and the her soft lips, ramming between her teeth, wedging them wide apart as it rammed into the wet warm cavern of her mouth.
Bonnie let out a mewl of horror and disgust as the obscenely pulsing pole slithered up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth from cheek to cheek, from top to bottom with its thick meatiness.
"Yeee-hah!" Julio croaked, his eyes rolling up in his head so that only the whites showed as he began to flip his hips back and forth, forcing his thick cock to slide in and out of her mouth.
She tried to shift her head, to twist away so she could spit out the nauseating mouthful but his hands held her head in a powerful grip. Unable to physically fight him off, she tried desperately to struggle with him mentally, to block the lewd sensations the rape of her mouth was giving her. But then the older man was speeding up his thrusts, making them match those of Pepe who was screwing into her from behind. He never quite pulled his cock all the way out of her lips, always stopping when he could see the flaring spongy rim come up against the inside of her teeth. The salacious battering, the lascivious sluicing between her gaping, ovalled lips numbed her and she could not concentrate on anything but the horrid unwanted sensation.
Bonnie shut her eyes tight, then opened them, hoping against hope tht the thing that was happening to her was all some sort of awful nightmare, that she wasn't really being gang raped, that she wasn't really a captive in her own home. What she saw when she opened her eyes told her that she was not dreaming, that it was all too real. The dark-skinned length of Julio's cock lurched towards her, gleaming from her saliva, surging between her lips, ramming into the back of her mouth. Then it pulled back until she could feel her cheeks bulge out from the throbbing bulb. Then in again, the glistening, lewdly curving shaft flying at her.
"Suck him! Suck him!!" Pepe panted behind her, fucking his fingers and his cock into her backside in a reciprocating rhythm so that as his cock slid in, his fingers slid out and vice versa. "Suck that big cock!"
Even if she didn't want to obey, she had no choice. It was either suck or be beaten. Slowly, her lips began to purse about the hard thrusting pole, to suck its obscene thickness as it plowed into the warm softness of her mouth.
Feeling her lips tighten about his penis, seeing her cheeks hollow as she sucked, Julio became even more excited and as a result thrust harder, trying to drive the tip of his cock over the back of her tongue and down into her tight throat.
Bonnie choked and coughed as the nasty smooth knob gagged her, as it began to hammer its way down into her throat. She could feel more and more of the thick penis pushing between her lips, sweeping them apart as the hurtful bulb probed deeper and deeper. Furthering her degradation as the huge, blood thickened member buried itself in her gullet, she began to feel the hard, hot stickiness of his testicles slapping into the point of her chin as her tortured lips slipped down to encircle his bristling cock root. There was a nasty, stale odor of sweat and spent semen about his crotch that made her want to retch.
Pepe was coming apart at the seams. His whole body was quivering, trembling with the anticipation of his impending climax. His entire consciousness, such as it was, was focused on the sensations surrounding his madly flipping cock, the wet parting of her soft cuntal walls around it as it plunged home, the strange hardness working against its upper surface as he stuffed his fingers in and out of her anus. He could feel his automatic reflexes beginning to take over. His head was spinning and his loins were suffused with a kind of slippery liquid fire. He fucked into her upturned cunt even harder, bashing his groin mercilessly between her splayed buttocks, smashing into her so hard that the impact actually lifted her whole lower body, legs, knees, hips up into the air. Her asscheeks quivered mightily under the vicious cock surges.
Pepe could see how the young blonde was not only bucking back into his ruthless lunges, but bobbing her head madly over Julio's gleaming brown cock. His friend was fucking his penis right into the pale whiteness of her face, fucking the full length of it down her gurgling throat. He could see the way her lovely soft lips clung to the grossly broad shaft, sliding moistly over the heavy, blue veins, the hundreds of tiny warts, the coarse black hairs.
His mind rattling from the jolt of pleasure that lewd tableau had given him, Pepe used the fingers of his free hand to widely spread Bonnie's quivering asscheeks. He moaned as he watched the action from the other end, as he watched his own thick, love juice bathed penis gliding in and out of her gaping pussy, as he watched her poor little anus trembling about his deeply raping fingers.
Bonnie no longer noticed the raw, animal scent of Julio's loins. She worked in a daze, following the urging of the man's hard fingers, licking him, sucking him, twisting and turning her head to increase his lustful pleasure. The more he fucked into her face, the more her mouth filled with saliva, until it came dribbling out between her tightly stretched lips and his luridly pulsing shaft each time he lunged. It spilled down her chin and over her throat and she didn't care, couldn't care. The seepage of his pre-cum into her mouth had increased to the point where it was a steady trickle. That sticky, salty fluid seemed to clot her saliva, thickening it until it was heavy, slimy like egg whites. She didn't want to swallow the stuff, but there was too much of it and she had to either swallow or drown. She could feel his hips bucking, jerking up towards her face and his hand was twisted up in her hair, guiding her mouth and throat down over his skewering erection. There was absolutely no thought to her comfort, safety or least of all, pleasure. He was thrusting his meaty cock up into her throat like it was the much-used, much-widened cunt of some cheap whore. He was bashing his testicles into her chin, luridly grinding their sperm-bloated hardness against her slobber-drenched skin.
Under the weight of their assault, the two madly fucking cocks crushing into her from both ends at once, as if trying to meet somewhere in the middle of her pain-racked body, Bonnie had a sudden horrible flash of insight: the only way for her to bring this torture to an end was to totally satisfy these two animals. She began to suck and fuck even more wildly, gyrating her hips in crazy circles, drinking down the viscous ooze that seeped into her ravaged mouth. Even as she fought to bring an end to her degradation, tiny flickers of illicit pleasure began to dance in her plundered loins. It was as if, in giving herself over totally to the needs of these lust-crazed devils, she had somehow unleashed a primal hunger in herself, a need to be utterly ravaged, completely consumed.
"Jesus!" Julio gasped, jamming his cock into her mouth as his whole body went rigid, holding her obscenely ovalled lips mashed down over his bristling root as his clamoring need for release was finally answered.
Bonnie whimpered, fighting desperately for breath, her throat horribly stretched by the lewdly flexing length of meat it was drawn down over. Then it happened. The hotly bulging rod exploded in her gullet, pulsing wildly between her lips, teeth, against her tongue and cheeks and the walls of her throat. Boiling hot cum poured into her by the table-spoonful. She gagged and choked as the viscous creamy fluid spattered over the inside of her mouth. There was so much of it! And it just kept on coming and coming in a slimy, slithery torrent, flying up the hollow stem of his lust-bloated cock, spitting down her throat in long, cheesy strands that seemed to get thicker and thicker.
The rank, pungent taste filled her head until she thought it would burst and then she had to swallow, swallow or choke to death. Moaning miserably, she began to gulp down the buckets of semen Julio was jetting into her mouth. She swallowed again and again, until her throat ached from swallowing, until the slimy, sloshing load of cum in her belly was an awful weight. She continued to suck and nurse at the slowly softening penis as if it were some kind of obscene source of nourishment, her adam's apple bobbing frantically as she bolted down the last turbid trickles of lust clotted sperm.
After what seemed like a million years had passed, she could feel his penis getting smaller, shrinking back from the bottom of her throat, shrinking in diameter so that her jaws were not gaping to the splitting point. Her body was so conditioned to respond to the feel of cock, any kind of cock, in her mouth that despite its flaccid condition, Bonnie continued to swirl her tongue animatedly over its velvety soft bulb.
Finally, Julio's spent cock slipped from her lips and flopped down, gleaming with a mixture of her slobber and his semen, against his pendulous, wizened scrotum. He pulled her face forward, forcing her to nuzzle her lovely features against his sweat matted crotch.
The broken woman was dutifully licking at the low swinging orbs of the older man's balls, sweeping the full length of her tongue over them, inhaling the vile, musky odor of his sweat-misted loins when Pepe growled behind her. She bleated into the pebbly sack as she felt her thighs and buttocks swept apart, as she felt the lust-crazed young man pile-driving himself into her in a last, frantic sprint to his devastating orgasm. The huge telephone pole of his cock speared into her, the bloated, blood-engorged knob end bashing into the soft cushiony tip of her cervix, the grossly thick shaft throbbing and pulsing madly against the trembling walls of her pussy.
"Shit! Shit, yes!" Pepe gasped as he felt the slippery folds of her cuntal lining squirm down over his erection, teasing from it the single spark, the tiny tingle of delight that ignited his whole hulking cock like it was a stick of dynamite. His crotch began to ripple with spasm, his cock pulsing ominously, his anus fluttering as joy burst over his loins. Cum sizzled up his huge cock, rocketing from the deeply buried tip and gusting into her quivering womb.
Bonnie moaned as his lewd sperm flooded out to fill her vagina in shuddering spurts. She could feel the whole length of his climaxing penis throbbing outwards, pushing at the insides of her cunt so hard she was afraid she would rip open. She could feel the molten semen shooting into her, filling the depths of her belly until she was sure it must explode.
Grunting and groaning like an animal, Pepe resumed his fucking of her, driving his cock into her with the intention of teasing his orgasm out to its outer limit. He screwed her slow and deep, making his twitching cock glide through the buttery drapery of her cunt, wallowing in the feel of her wetly clasping cuntal walls. As he pistoned his cock in and out, he forced the very stuff he was shooting into her to ooze out between the pain-pared labia and his thrusting shaft. His thick white cum, like library paste, trickled down from her wet pink petals, hanging in long yo-yoing strands from the peak of her sweat soaked mound, dribbling down the inside of her quaking thighs.
The young blonde found herself clinging to Julio's hips, whimpering and whining into his pendulous scrotum as the younger man continued to fuck her in slow motion, as her semen-choked pussy gave up horrid, nasty, embarrassing farting sounds.
Finally, after a series of wild, convulsive throbs, Pepe's cock slipped out of her cunt with a lurid plop. The young man heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction and slumped off of her back onto his side on the bed.
The crushing weight finally off her back, Bonnie, too, collapsed. There was a sudden rush of cool air between her still-parted thighs and she could feel the backed up reservoir of his hot steamy cum come rushing out of her plundered cunt. It poured down between her legs in a thick, warm river, bathing her battered pubic mound, coating the wet fringe of her light brown hairs.
Bonnie lay there, belly down on the bed, sandwiched between the gasping, panting bodies of her tormentors. A small voice in her head told her that now was the time to try and make her escape, while the men were still exhausted from their orgasms. She heard the voice, she understood what it said, but she did not move. She had never felt so utterly used, debauched in her whole life ... and beneath the sensation of having been degraded, sadistically used in every single orifice was another feeling that was even more staggering to her. She realized that the reason she was not moving, the reason she was not trying to get away from these men who were holding her captive in her own home, was that she was waiting for something. Words cannot express the horror and shame she felt when she understood that what she was waiting for was for them to finish it for her, for them to start in on her again so she could cum. She whined softly into Julio's scratchy loins. A lustful passion was smouldering in her veins, quivering in the depths of her raped loins, and she could not stop it from building in pitch and intensity. These two animals, by buffeting her helpless body between them like a rag doll, by abusing her, had somehow stimulated in her an awesome hunger for more.
She felt the heavy balls beneath her lips begin to shift sluggishly, slowly drawing up in their wrinkly bag and then there were fingers crawling down into her sperm-spattered asscrack, fingers coursing through the cum-drenched tendrils of her pubic hair, teasing apart her bruised and swollen pussy lips.
"Hey, Pepe!" Julio rasped, working his finger incitefully into the young blonde's defenseless vagina, giving his friend a push with his other hand. "Hey, man, is it my turn now?"
Chapter Five
Jim Frees drove like a maniac. It didn't matter to him what direction he was headed in, all that mattered was putting as much distance between his wife and himself as possible. She had hurt him both physically and mentally. His whole groin still ached throbbingly from the cruel blow she'd landed on his lust-hardened testicles. What hurt worse than that, though, was the blow to his manly pride.
He couldn't believe that she thought so little of him that she could really expect to fool him with her show of sexual enthusiasm. He considered that what he had been about to deal her, a sadistic cock-stab up the ass, one after the other until he climaxed in her hot rubbery depths, was only fair turnabout for her duplicity. And anyway, he considered her anus to be more his than hers, a kind of tit for tat situation, a trade off for his letting her live in his house, for letting her take care of it.
That the little house mouse had turned on him, had actually had the unmitigated gall to strike him, to hurt him so badly that he was unmanned was a bitter pill for him to swallow. His discovery of her secret vice, the dirty book and the plastic dildo only made things more unpleasant for him. The idea that dear, sweet little Bonnie would rather make love to some fantasy Mexican, to diddle her pussy into a perfect sputtering dither while thinking, pretending that the pink polystyrene cock belonged to her dream lover, then fuck her own husband in the properly subservient manner made Jim burn inside.
He steered the Mercedes onto the freeway and headed north with no particular destination in mind. He was trying to puzzle out his predicament. What the fuck was he going to do now?!
He drove all the way to the Valley and only came up with one solution. He had to get rid of Bonnie, to divorce her. After he did that, he could get Lana to move in with him or he could move in with her. He was sure that the idea would suit the sexy redhead just fine. It would mean that for once she'd be able to get enough of him! He shivered at the thought of having that crazy woman to fuck anytime he wanted her, at all hours of the day or night.
He felt no real sympathy for Bonnie's plight. He told himself that she was getting what she deserved, that if she'd halfway tried to please him, to be a real wife to him he never would've had to dump on her.
Jim got off the freeway at the Ventura interchange and switched directions, heading back to the south and Lana's marina condo. As he made the trip back, he fantasized about how he was going to break the good news to her. In all his fantasies, she was ecstatic, jumping up and down with joy at the realization that she wouldn't have to share "her man" with another woman any more. After her initial show of pleasure, he dreamed of the many ways she would show him just how happy he had made her.
By the time he pulled into the condo parking lot, he felt like a new man. His scrotum was still a little tender, but that hadn't stopped him from springing an immense erection while he drove. As he got out of his car, he felt a heavy weight in his overcoat pocket; it slammed against his hip. It wasn't until he reached his hand inside that he remembered he was walking around Los Angeles armed with a heavy caliber revolver. That would never do. He carefully took the blue steel pistol from his coat and slipped it into the Mercedes' glove box, then he locked the car and walked towards the condo's entrance.
As he rode up in the elevator, he played over the little scene that he had chosen to put on to break her the news. He grinned as he imagined it. He was going to walk into her place like something really terrible had happened and then mope around, driving her crazy by not coming right out and telling her. Then when she couldn't stand it any longer, he was going to brighten up and say that he'd decided to leave his wife for her. Surprise!
For a guy as successful with women as Jim Frees was, he was horribly ignorant as to what they'd think was amusing.
He slipped his key into the door, opened it, and walked in. Right away, he knew that there was something wrong. The lights were off in the living room and on in her bedroom. The bedroom door was open and there were noises coming from inside. Those noises made his stomach churn and his face flush with hot, angry blood.
"Mmmmmm, don't you like that?" Lana said, her voice rich and mellow, purring.
"Christ!" said a man.
A kind of red mist filtered down over Jim's eyes. Lana was in there with another man! She was screwing another guy in the condominium he had bought for her! His breath rasping animalishly in the back of his throat, .be began to walk stiffly across the rug.
There was no thought in his mind about the plans he'd made for her and him, about the ludicrous way he'd intended of telling her that he was a free man. There was only fury, fury at being made to feel like an idiot, a cuckold. Even though the idea of actually seeing her cheating on him was horribly painful to him, like rubbing salt in an open wound, he could not stop himself from looking, from making sure that what he suspected was true without a doubt.
Jim pressed his back against the wall next to the open door and carefully turned his head so he could peek inside. His blood ran cold.
Lana, his lovely Lana, was, indeed, cheating on him! She and a well-tanned, superbly muscled young man were entwined on the rumpled bed in a most typical Lana-manner. The sexy redhead was seated on the red-faced fellow's lap, her long, slim thighs splayed out over his bronze ones, her back to his chest, her arm lifted back over her shoulder so she could caress his head. The raising of her arm made her right breast lift tantalizingly.
It was not her breast that Jim was staring at, the pain like a spike driven into his guts. He was looking at her pussy, at the wetly parted pink petals that drooped down like the flaps of a tiny tent, down over the up-thrusting shaft of the young man's cock. He was fucking up into her cunt from behind as she sat on his lap and her copious pussy juices drizzled down over the hairless, wrinkly, testicle-bloated bag of his scrotum. As the young man hunched upwards, his balls jostled about in their nasty sack.
"Doesn't it look nice?" Lana said huskily, twisting her mouth to his cheek and licking it with her long, pointed tongue.
"God!" the guy moaned.
True to form, Lana was giving him a show that he would not soon forget. In her free hand she was holding a small mirror, which she angled so that as he fucked her, he could watch his great meaty erection flip in and out of her lewdly splayed pussy.
"See how wet and sticky I'm getting?" the redhead cooed, squirming her ass about on his lap, making the deeply buried head of his cock thresh about in her hot cunt.
"God!" the man exclaimed, his eyes bulging as he watched the crystal clear rush of her pungent juices gush out from around his slogging penis.
Though Jim was standing a good fifteen or twenty feet away, he could smell the musky, heady aroma of Lana's plundered cunt. That familiar smell made the spike in his guts twist and turn. He stood there, frozen in place by the agony that was tormenting him, his fists clenched so hard that the knuckles turned white.
Lana slipped the hand that was not holding the mirror down from his head and eased it in under the juicy, sputtering juncture of their lust-heated bodies.
"How's this, lover?" she asked, her fingers smoothing over his sperm-swollen testicles, pinching them between her thumb and index fingers, popping them sensuously.
The young man could only gasp and fuck her harder, slamming his cock into her with such animal passion that the impact made her luscious breasts jounce high in the air and fall jiggling, quivering like Jell-o on a plate against her chest.
Tears brimmed in Jim's horrified eyes. He had been had! And then some! He kicked himself for being such a fool, for being so blinded by his lust for Lana that he didn't see what she really was. He had discounted the stories he'd heard at the country club about her being a prostitute without even considering that if there was some truth to them, there might also be some deeper, more compelling reason for her having become a hooker. As he watched her screw the young man with such wanton abandon, he couldn't help but remember how she'd done the very same thing to him only hours earlier, how she'd begged him to stay just a little bit longer, to fuck her just one more time. The reason Lana was never satisfied, the reason she'd taken a job in a whore house was because she was a nymphomaniac! No amount of fucking would ever satisfy the bottomless pit of her lust, her craving. Jim couldn't help but wonder bitterly how many men she'd had between him and this beach boy? How many men she had fooled into thinking that they were the only one? How many men were pay- ing for this same goddam condominium?!!
"Cum, lover, cum!!" Lana squealed, her tummy visibly rippling, her pussylips madly diving down over the lust-hardened shaft. She was climaxing and she wanted her young lover to cum along with her, wanted to feel the lust-quenching jets of his viscous male sperm gushing up into her as the bottom dropped out of the world.
Jim flinched as he saw her fumbling frantically in under the guy's scrotum, sliding her wet index finger into the deep crack between his muscular buttocks.
"Yow!!" the beach boy wailed as the redhead shoved her finger right up his ass!
"Cum, lover! Cum!!" she yowled, thrusting her finger in and out of his anus as fast as she could, fanning the flickering flames of his passion.
His body jerked and twitched on the bed as if she had inserted a live wire right up into his rectum.
Jim could watch no more. For an instant there, when he'd first peered into the room, when he first realized what the woman he loved was doing, he wished to God that he hadn't put the gun in the glove compartment. He wished that he had it in his hand. Then, he would've used it. Now, after realizing that the Lana he thought he loved did not exist, after realizing that she could no more help what she did than the young man could help wanting to fuck her, he could not have used it.
He staggered back to the door and shuffled out of the condo. There was a gaping emptiness in him, as if something vital to his survival, some organ or gland, had been ripped from his body. Somehow, he managed to get back to his car and get in it. He sat there in the driver's seat without making a move to put the key in the ignition.
What was wrong with him?! How had he been so stupid?!! He asked himself those questions over and over again, until he took the progression one step further. If he'd been so wrong about Lana, perhaps he'd been just as wrong about Bonnie. Perhaps, he'd totally mistaken her attempts to please him. Maybe he'd been so poisoned by Lana that he couldn't clearly see what his wife had been trying to do.
He put the key in the ignition and the Mercedes roared to life. He had to find out for sure about Bonnie. As he zoomed out of the parking lot, he felt his spirits rising again. There was still hope, he told himself. Still hope.
Chapter Six
Bonnie lay nakedly splayed on her back on the semen-soaked bed. Though her body was lewdly displayed, her firm, full breasts upthrusting, the pink nipple rounds chewed and sucked until they turned all fiery red, her smooth tummy heaving rippling softly above her billowing hips, her thighs wide open, the white beaded hairs of her cum-spattered pussy visible, as were the glistening, puffy petals of her much-fucked slit, she made no move to hide herself from the two men who sat on either side of her on the bed. What was the point? Each of them had already had her once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth. They had roamed their hard hands over her softly curving body, feeling every inch of her tremble.
Both Julio and Pepe sat there, their fists pumping up and down over their luridly jutting, dark veined cocks, working themselves up for another go at her.
"Man, I'm getting hard!" Julio croaked, pausing in his mad masturbation to admire the blunt-tipped spear that curved up from his hairy loins.
"Yeah, me, too," the younger man gasped, working his hand harder, feasting his eyes on the naked blonde who lay passively there beside him, her wetly flowered pussy open, unguarded, ready for another deep penetration.
As the two men continued to abuse themselves, pumping themselves up into turgid rigidity, they began to lasciviously stroke the softly mewling woman with their free hands, exploring the ripe swelling contours of her body in an effort to build the animal lust that was coursing in their veins to a fever pitch.
Bonnie lay naked and defenseless before them, her eyes darting back and forth, peering at the two long, thick cocks that would soon be back at her, back surging up into her warmly resilient body. She shivered as they continued the degrading assault on her young body, on her belly, her breasts, her loins, as their brutally rummaging fingers probed and pinched and pried at her most secret places.
"Man, I love the way her pussy smells!" Julio moaned, his fingertips teasing over the semen-flecked hairs on her mound.
"You ought to have a taste," Pepe said, leering at him. "It's fine stuff, man."
The older fellow gave him a disgusted look. "You mean eat her cunt now, after you've cum in it?" he said aghast.
Pepe broke into a fit of rude laughter. "Man, I thought that's how you liked 'em," he said, "all buttered up from another guy's cream."
"Shit!" Julio said, his face clouding over with anger. He viciously plucked at her pubic hairs, using them to pull her already parted labia even wider open.
Bonnie made no protest as Pepe took hold of her right leg and slid it up over his thighs and hip. Julio, at Pepe's order, did the same thing to her left leg so that she was lying with her knees tipped up in the air and her thighs lewdly splayed, the whole flat plane of her cuntal area obscenely exposed to their view.
"Would you look at that pussy!" Julio groaned, his fingers digging at the helpless woman's vagina, thrusting roughly up into the hot moist passage of her cunt, smoothing around inside of her, rubbing over the rubbery folds and ridges of her slippery pussy.
Bonnie shuddered on the bed as she felt his fingers rasping over her clitoris, seesawing back and forth across that oily little marbles. Waves of pleasure billowed up over her tummy and she had to bite her lip to keep from bleating out her ecstasy.
After a very few deeply gouging thrusts of his fingers, her vagina began to make distinctly wet, distinctly sloppy sounds.
"Jesus! Her cunt's getting all wet, man!" Julio said in delight. "Christ, almighty, she's drooling all over herself!!"
The young blonde groaned. It was true, she knew it. She could feel the effects of his lunging fingers, the friction heat building up in the walls of her pussy, making them start to sweat with passion, to ooze the slick, stinky juice that would ease the way for more and deeper penetration.
Pepe wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on between her legs. He was too busy nipping and biting at her already horribly swollen and roughened nipples. He drew first one then the other into his hot mouth, grinding them between his teeth, sucking them way back into his mouth and nursing on them hungrily. As he did this, he was continually mauling the supple breast mounds, digging his fingers into the softly resilient flesh, making it distort into bulging, random shapes.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna fuck her now!!" Julio gasped.
That caught Pepe's attention. The younger man raised his face from Bonnie's breasts, holding her nipple tight between his teeth and pulling it far from the friction-reddened peak of her snow white mound, drawing her soft breast into a lewdly pointed cone. He let her nipple snap free and watched with relish as it slapped back against her breast, as her breast trembled at the impact.
"Like hell you are!" Pepe said, glowering at his pal.
Julio was slack-jawed with shock.
"I'm going to fuck her again," Pepe said.
"Just a goddam minute!" Julio shouted. "You had her pussy the first time! You got to cum in it! You mucked it up so bad that nobody would want to suck it. Now it's my turn! I deserve sloppy seconds, man, and you know it!!"
Pepe shook his head. "If it wasn't for me, compadre, you wouldn't even be here. And even if you were here all alone you couldn't have brought this blonde piece of ass around like I have."
"It isn't fair!" Julio protested. "It just isn't fucking fair!!"
Pepe suddenly grinned at him, showing him a double row of gleaming white teeth. The look in the younger man's eyes was straight out of the gutter.
"Hey, don't sweat it, man," he said, waving his hand at Julio. "There's an answer: we can both fuck her at the same time."
Julio's jaw dropped again. "You're crazy!" he said. "Her pussy's too small for both of us to be able to get our cocks inside it at the same time."
"No, man," Pepe corrected him. "Not both in the same hole. You fuck her in the cunt while I fuck her in the ass. We'll sandwich the little whore!"
Bonnie whimpered. She understood what they planned on doing to her, but there was no fight left in her.
Julio, who had been scouring the unresisting blonde's pussy, stretching wider and wider with each succeeding rotation of his deeply probing fingers, withdrew his dripping hand and got up on his knees on the bed.
"Ohhh!" the young wife moaned as they caught her between them, grabbing her shoulders, her hips, roughly twisting her around so that once again she was lying face down on the bed spread with the lewdly exposed cleft of her cuntal mound in full view.
She slumped there without struggling, only able to whine and gasp as she thought of what was about to be done to her, of the pain and humiliation to come.
Pepe knelt behind her, taking in the long, svelte line of her smooth young body, the lushly swaying breasts that hung from her chest, the rounded moons of her asscheeks quivering softly as she waited for this final, ultimate assault on her already tortured body.
As he leered at her, his cock, which stood out from his flat, muscular belly long and thick and marbled with blue veins, began to twitch and flex animatedly. The whole upcurving length of his cock jerked upwards, so that the blood-bloated knob end smacked viciously against his bare chest. Over and over this happened, as if his cock was enraged at having to wait any longer to be housed between those sleek buncheeks, to tunneling up into the warm rubbery depths of her tight rectum; it was throwing a tantrum!!
Suddenly, Pepe could stand it no more. He reached out and grabbed hold of Bonnie's slim ankles, pushing out so violently that her legs were stretched wide apart.
"God!!" Bonnie gasped. It felt like he was trying to rip her pelvis in two! The brutality of his act stunned her into motion, action. ']God, no!! No, please!! Not up my ass! Please don't fuck me up the ass!!"
"Grab her!" Pepe snarled.
Julio took hold of her neck and once again jammed her face down into the mattress. Bonnie groaned as she felt the rank, sticky wetness under her mouth, the clotted cum that stained the coverlet, but she did not struggle. She was like a squirmy dog who knows it is to be thrashed, who drops, cowering to the floor, softly whimpering while it awaits the inevitable.
Pepe climbed right up between her splayed legs, ramming his forefinger brutally into the tight puckered ring of her anus. When it went in easily, he added a second and a third finger to the first, ripping her rectum wide open. As he fucked his tripled fingers in and out, he stroked his gleaming, semen-dripping penis in preparation for the final and ultimate degradation of the woman cringing before him. Only one thing would've made it better for Pepe and he told her so.
"Too bad your husband isn't here, lady," he said, his voice a hoarse croak. "I'd sure like for him to see this little show, wouldn't you?"
Bonnie shrieked into the spread as the young man cruelly worked his fingers in her ass. He was stretching her rubbery canal, widening it as it had never been widened before, readying it for the luridly pulsing head of his purpling cock. Even as he so viciously violated her, Bonnie could not help but hear his words, could not help but imagine her husband walking in on the demented tableau. Then, he would believe her! Then he would know that she hadn't been lying about the young latin man! It was a bitter, bitter triumph that she would have, a hollow victory.
Opening her trembling buttocks wide with the finger and thumb of his other hand, Pepe leaned forward to allow a large drop of his hot, thick saliva to spill from his lips and drop down into the obscenely parted cleft of her ass.
"Uhh!" she moaned as the molten liquid rolled down her smooth bun valley, down over the madly winking ring of her rectum and his indecently thrusting fingers. He was lubricating her! Juicing her up for an ass fuck!
The young man then gripped his penis by the neck, pulling back the thick foreskin that sheathed the lower half of his smooth bulbous cockhead. He manipulated himself lovingly, so skillfully that a bead of heavy white pre-cum appeared at his distended slot. Then he aimed the nasty bulb directly at her finger-plundered anus and ripped his darting digits free.
"Yow!!" Bonnie cried as the horrible fingers were savagely plucked from her ass.
Before she could tighten up, the young man hurled the whole of his body onto her quaking back, shoving the thick, hard length of his cock deep into the crevice of her buttocks. Ripping her quivering moons apart with both hands, he squirmed into position behind her, fitting the nose of his sperm-moistened cock to the tightly clenched, but spit-dampened ring of her rectum. Then, he lunged.
No amount of cheek-clenching on Bonnie's part could stop the slick knob from pushing through the wet sphincter.
"Uhhhhh-God! Uhhhh!!!" she howled as the huge battering ram of lust-hardened male flesh crushed through her ruined pore, driving between her cruelly splayed buttocks. She tried to jerk her hips forward on the bed, to hop away from the horrible stinging pain that lanced up into her tender bowels.
Julio let out a guttural grunt of lustful excitement as he saw the obscenely erect cock plunge be- tween her snow white buns, as he saw the huge knob end disappear through the widely stretching ring of nether flesh. The tiny opening of the blonde woman's anus was giving way, stretching like hot taffy as it slipped over and hotly clasped the young man's invading cock head. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!!" Pepe shouted, lunging again, harder.
"Owwwww!!!!" Bonnie screamed as she felt the hugeness that was his throbbing cock surge through the torn and broken ring of her anus. Then she gasped with the blinding pain that seared through her belly, shot up her back and down her thighs. He was killing her!! Killing her!!
Pepe lunged again and sent his massive cock squeaking into her halfway to the hilt. It was so hot, so tight inside her ass that it felt like the rubbery walls were skinning his cock alive. Her smooth buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying frantically to throw off his weight, to force the luridly pulsing length of cock out of her rectum, but he knew that her wild thrashings and squirmings were only making her position worse. Each time she bucked and writhed, she skewered herself further on the meaty shaft of his cock. Inch by delicious inch, Pepe was embedding his penis deeper and deeper into her tightly resisting ass.
Finally, the tormented woman gave out a long howling cry as Pepe's throbbing cock slid up the last impossibly tight inch into the hot rubbery depths of her rectum and his hard, sperm bloated testicles slapped lewdly against the parted, love juice moistened lips of her vagina.
For a moment, she still tried to free herself, grinding her hips, trying to crawl forward, then she stopped. She realized that the more she struggled the more pain she would bring on herself. She lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete invasion of her rectum by his monstrous cock. Even so, each time the gross member throbbed, pushing out in all directions at the tortured tube of her anus, the agony was excruciating.
"Man! I swear she was cherry in the ass! She is tight!!" Pepe gasped, his eyes bulging.
"She ain't cherry no more," Julio chuckled, leering at the greasy brown stump of his partner's cock as it jutted obscenely from between her wide-held buttocks. He could see her torn pink nether lips, hairless and glistening with saliva, wetly clasping the brutal girth of the engorged penis.
Bonnie just knelt there, her face buried ostrichlike in the cum-spattered coverlet, tears of pain and shame rushing from her eyes.
Julio grew more and more aroused by the sight of the perversely coupled pair and began working over her down-hanging breasts and belly with his hard, cruel fingers, plucking at her nipples, kneading the lush supple mounds savagely as his lust-hardened cock jerked and twitched and dripped long gleaming strands of white pre-cum.
"Come on, man!!" he growled impatiently. "Let me get in that cunt before I go crazy!!"
Pepe sucked in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered shut as he nodded his head. It was time, allright. He locked his hands around Bonnie's flaring hips and rolled to one side, pulling her over backwards on top of him. His hugely throbbing cock was still embedded deep in her rectum and she was forced to lay full length on her back, hard against the ridges of his muscular chest and stomach. Her legs splayed apart limply on either side of his thighs and, as she realized her utter helplessness, a low mewl of defeat slipped from her battered lips.
Julio straddled his companion's knees, reaching down to push Bonnie's quivering thighs even further apart. Then, taking hold of his hard, aching, cum-drizzling cock with both hands, he stuffed the massive purple head straight up into the open, gaping maw of her cunt.
Gnashing her teeth, the doubly spitted Bonnie tried to utter no sound, but a tiny, piercing shriek erupted from her throat as the second man forced his rock-hard cock to slide up into her cunt, belly to belly with the hulking member already buried in her rectum. She lay there, sandwiched between the two men's hot and hairy loins, groaning from the hurt, the humiliation of what they were forcing her to endure. Only the thin wall of her cunt and ass were keeping the two huge cocks apart. Julio, too aroused from seeing his friend raping into the softly mewling woman's ass, began to screw madly into her hot wet pussy, heedless of the horrible pressure his frantic thrustings put upon her overstuffed loins. Even as he began to hunch into her open cunt, Pepe followed suit, matching fuck for fuck, his long thick cock gliding into her rectum as Julio's withdrew from her cunt so that there was always something hard and hurtful crammed into her.
"Man! I can feeljour cock!!" Julio gasped. "I can feel it right through her cunt!!"
"Me, too! Jesus, keep fucking her!!" Pepe howled.
The young blonde was bounced between the two lustfully incited animals like a sack of foam rubber, the rudely insinuating lengths of their long cocks stabbing mercilessly into her loins like pile-drivers.
The two gleaming rods of lust-bloated hardness skewered hard into her spastically jerking loins. The pinkly clasping softly farting edges of her cunt peeled back with Julio's cock on the backstroke, only to be ruthlessly crammed back in again as he lunged home. The same thing was happening between her cruelly parted asscheeks. Pepe's penis was fucking in and out, making the hairless anal lips smooth and pucker about his smoothly gliding shaft, pouting out from her soft white cleft like the fiery red lips of a chimp sucking on a nasty brown banana.
Nothing in Bonnie's life had ever felt like that, had hurt like that. They were ripping her apart!
Tearing her so badly that she'd never be of use to just one man again! The forceful impacts of Julio's groin smacking into her obscenely moist and sticky cunt sent her ass crashing back onto Pepe's monstrous erection. Pepe's brutal upward lunge into the rubbery heat of her rectum sent her poor cunt flying forward to meet Julio's next thrust. They were using her so callously, so sadistically that all she could do was cling to Julio's hairy shoulders, holding on for dear life as the twin engines of lust-heated male flesh sawed back and forth through her loins.
"Man, this is good!" Julio wailed, wallowing in the hot, slippery juice that sputtered from her wetly clasping cunt and oozed down over his wildly jouncing scrotum. "So fucking good!"
"You're a hot one, aren't you, lady? A real hot one," Pepe wheezed, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck as he savagely plunged his long thick cock in and out of her ass.
"She's one hot fuck, all right!" Julio gurgled, his lips an inch or so from hers, his hot breath gusting over her tear-stained face. "She likes this kind of action, don't you, baby?"
Bonnie let out a quavering yowl as the pistoning cocks picked up speed, as the obscene mutterings of the two men further incited them to fuck her faster, harder. Her eyes opened wide and she looked right into Julio's face, into his lust-reddened eyes, his gaping, slobber flecked lips. He was grunting into her face, grunting as he sank his hulking erection deep in her belly, as he greedily mauled her soft breasts.
"You like it," he repeated, his eyelids narrowing to mere slits as he revelled in the tight wetness of her quivering cunt.
Pepe pressed his lips to her ear and whispered the same thing: "You like it." He punctuated his sentence with a vicious anal thrust.
Bonnie stiffened between them, her hands fluttering, her mouth opening and closing as her eyes bulged from their sockets. At their words, wild twinges of unadmitted desire exploded deep in her ravaged loins. Panicking, she tried to fight them down, to fight her way free of the constant, animalish lunging that was driving her out of her mind.
"Go, baby," Pepe breathed, his cock fucking in and out of her ass in a red blur.
"Cum, baby," Julio wheezed, his madly thrusting penis making her wet pussy sputter and fume noisily.
They would not let her get away! She screamed in outrage, in terror as the lustful sensations billowed up in her ravaged body.
"Noooooo!!!" she wailed, bawling like a little lost child trying to push Julio back, to squirm away from Pepe.
The two men only held her tighter. Julio dropping his full weight onto her front, mashing his hairy chest against her softly quivering breasts, mashing his sweat-soaked loins into her upturned pussy. Pepe gripped her hips with iron hands, pulling down with all his might as he thrust up into the seething narrow passage of her rectum.
As she was crushed between their hard-driving loins, their sweat-misted bodies, a drastic change began to come over her. Her utter helplessness in the situation in a strange way seemed to free her to enjoy, to even revel in the dual rape of her body. And as those masochistic feelings rose in her flesh, she felt horrible guilt. After all, she was not supposed to enjoy being raped! But the more guilt she felt, the more her excitement grew. It was a vicious cycle that could be broken by one thing and one thing only. As her shrill cries of anguish were replaced by low moans of passionate pleading, she realized what that one thing was . . . her own, shrieking, clawing, lust-incited climax!
Her hips began to move with a seeming will of their own, thrusting backwards to meet the deeply plunging strokes of Pepe's cock as it probed to the bottom of her rectum, jerking forwards again to make her pussy swallow the whole throbbing length of Julio's cock.
"She's getting it on!" Julio cried, working his hips even faster.
"Cum, baby!" Pepe growled, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck and holding her by the soft skin, like a tomcat holds his feline mate.
Bonnie's whole body threshed wildly between the two men and as it did, she began swiveling her bottom cheeks, churning them in a lustfully inspired rhythm of their own, rolling them madly as the two skewering penises fucked into her tender young belly.
"Oooooh!!" she moaned, the cry of raw animal lust bursting from her lips. "Ooooooh, yessssss!!! Yesss, come on!!! Come on!!!"
She could hear Pepe and Julio laughing at her sudden arousal, her rapidly growing ecstasy, her mad pleadings for them to fuck her harder, deeper. Their lewd chuckling only turned her on more.
"No, don't stop!!" she bawled, clutching at Julio's fat, sweating face. "Please, keep on, keep on fucking me!!" The crazy wild young woman pulled her attacker's slobbery mouth down on hers and thrust her little tongue between his teeth, waggling it wildly as her hips rolled, as her pussy milked his pistoning cock, as her rectum sucked at Pepe's plunging penis.
Her lunatic moanings, her mad threshings only drove the men further into their fuck-fever. Their animal grunts of lust mingled with the nasty wet sounds of aroused flesh colliding with aroused flesh.
When it hit her, it was like a bolt of lightning striking in her loins. Orgasm!
"Arrrrghhhhh!!" she screamed, rearing up between them, her eyes bulging with ravening hunger as the delicious waves of pleasure lanced into her belly. Her pussy and anus began to convulse spastically about the still-stabbing cocks, teasing the joy from them. She was cumming around both hard-driving poles, begging and pleading with them to do it harder, faster, and when they did, when they pulled out all the stops, sprinting for their own separate finish lines, the bottom of the world dropped out from under her.
Bonnie pitched headlong into the black pit of oblivion, only dimly aware of the demonic frenzy of the fucking into her loins, of the wild reciprocating gyrations of her ass. Again and again, as she tumbled through the darkness, light exploded in her skull, harsh white light. It illuminated the inside of her mind from horizon to horizon. Every fiber of her being was trembling at those impossible flashes, flashes that were immediately followed by a soul-shattering rush of pleasure that threatened to destroy her mind.
Somewhere, far above her, she could faintly hear a woman's hoarse, pleading voice. "Cum in me! Cum in me!!" the woman cried. The woman was her.
Chapter Seven
As Jim pulled the Mercedes up into his driveway, a feeling of peace slipped over him. He was returning home, he felt, really coming home for the first time in a long, long time. All the way back from Lana's place, he'd thought about his wife, about her unexplainable excitement, her sudden urge to please him. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely to him that what she'd done had been motivated by an honest feeling of love. He had been horribly wrong to think that Bonnie would ever try and trick him into staying with her. It shamed him to think that he'd allowed himself to imagine such a thing of her.
Bonnie was the kind of decent, wholesome girl who would never even consider such a thing as tricking him by faking a new interest in sex. Lana, on the other hand, was capable of almost anything, as he had just learned. Jim was glad to be rid of the nympho redhead, to be back on the straight and true path.
He felt amazingly good and found himself very hungry. He had to think about it a minute before he realized that he hadn't eaten any dinner. He grinned as he pulled the keys from the ignition. He would surprise Bonnie by taking her out to a real nice place for supper, that way he could make up with her and fill his aching, empty stomach at the same time!
As he slipped out of the driver's seat, he remembered that he'd put the .357 Magnum in the glove compartment. It wasn't a good idea, he knew, to leave something like that out where it could be stolen. He shuddered at the thought of that massive weapon falling into the hands of some drug-crazed young hoodlum. With that gun, a person could literally shoot down a wall! He took the revolver from the glove box and slipped it into his coat, then shut the car door.
He walked up the walk, up the stairs to the wide veranda and slipped his house key in the lock. As soon as he stepped into the house, he knew that something was very, very wrong. Bonnie was a very fastidious housekeeper and she would've never left the living room in such a state, not even after a big fight like they'd had. Then he heard something. It sounded like it had come from upstairs.
"Bon . . ." He began, but he stopped in mid-word as he recognized what the sound had been. His lower lip began to tremble, his hands to shake with horror.
The sound that was coming down to him in the living room, coming down through the ceiling, was the sound of Bonnie and his big queen-sized bed, the sound of the bedsprings creaking, laboring under some awful, grinding weight.
Then he heard a cry that chilled his blood. It was Bonnie's voice letting out a shriek of raw, animal lust that he had never heard before, never even thought she was capable of emitting.
"No .. . no . .. no," he said, shaking his head, trying to clear it. What was going on?!!!
"Ooooooh, yesssss!! Yessss, come on!!" howled the distant voice, the voice of his prim and proper young wife.
With legs that weighed a ton, Jim Frees shuffled for the stairs that led to the upper floor and the source of the obscene shrieking. His hand gripped the bannister so hard that his knuckles turned white from the pressure.
The closer he got to their bedroom, the louder the cries became and the more distinctly he could make them out. He could tell that Bonnie was in there with a man; he could hear the rasping male breathing, the guttural growls of pleasure over the harsh, rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings.
For the second time that evening, Jim Frees was about to confront something horrible, something that he did not want to see. He moved like a sleepwalker, unable to stop his feet from shuffling ahead, from taking him right up to the open bedroom door.
His face was ashen as he peered in, as he saw them on the bed. The light that was in his eyes only moments before blinked out, forever.
There, on the rumpled semen-stained coverlet was his lovely young wife, nakedly entwined like a five-dollar whore with two equally naked men of Mexican decent. The first thought that rampaged through his brain was that Bonnie had been telling the truth about the latin intruder, that the man had indeed come back to get her. But the lewd moans and mewls of pleasure he heard rushing from her parted lips destroyed that feeble hope. If Bonnie was being raped by the two men, it was a toss up who was raping whom.
He could see it all, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their frenzy, the dark skinned, thick veined cocks hard and gleaming with Bonnie's slick love juices as they slam-banged her cunt and ass at the same time.
"Cum in me! Cum in me!" Bonnie wailed.
Her words cut into Jim's soul like a rusty razor. He watched dull-eyed as she writhed and jerked frantically between them, greedy for every inch of their hard-thrusting cocks.
Jim's right hand went into his coat pocket. He wasn't really thinking about his hand or what it was doing. It was as though his hand was a long, long ways off. His hand came out of the pocket holding the huge magnum pistol. Though the gun was very heavy, Jim didn't seem to notice it. It seemed light as a feather. He cocked back the hammer with the ball of his thumb and raised the pistol up, lining the thick-bladed ramp sight up with Julio's sweat-streaming face.
"Jesus!!" Pepe howled, his eyes bulging with fear, his hand pointing at the gray faced man in the bedroom doorway. "Look out, Julio!! He's got a gun!!"
Julio didn't even turn to look back. He ripped his cock from Bonnie's pussy and started to vault over the bed.
Then the whole room was racked by an incredible explosion. A foot-long flame belched from the muzzle of the magnum and Julio was hurled into the air as if flicked by some giant finger. He came down on the floor with a dull thump and did not stir except for the mad, convulsive kicking of his dead feet.
"Nooooo!!!" Pepe screeched, shoving Bonnie off him, lunging at Jim with an insane look in his eye.
The gun bucked again, and again the giant invisible finger flicked out, sending Pepe slamming against the bedstead and bouncing off onto the floor on his face. There was a huge ragged hole in the middle of his back.
"God! Oh, God!!!" Bonnie babbled, her eyes wide with terror, her hands reflexively clutching at her soft throat.
"It's going to be all right," Jim said, softly. "Everything is going to be all right." Then he raised the gun and fired.
