In today's world of modern sexual standards, when mores and styles are largely based on the values of the individual rather than upon the traditional institutional lines of conformity, it is a strange thing indeed when a young woman's morals are more stringent than, say, her grandmother's! But that is, in fact, the case in LUSTFUL REVENGE.
A young woman's marriage crumbles because of her all too decent attitudes about sexuality. Unable to tolerate his young wife's lack of urge for the earthy and sensuous, Jack Kurl leaves Susie after only the briefest marriage. The results, of course, are devastating. Alone in a world of strange, new ideas, the divorced teenager must seek to define and realize herself in unfamiliar ways. How she comes to grip with the conflicts and attitudes of the people around her-that is the substance of this lifelike adult novel.
Perhaps a word of caution is in order for the timid readers who might have come across this book by chance. LUSTFUL REVENGE is a story of real life, not a fairy tale. It details the activities of six people who live lives that are sometimes different than the norm, and for that reason it is a book of depth and interest. But it is also a story for mature audiences, for men and woman who are not put off or offended by the realities of intimacy and the importance of sex in daily life. If any of this is likely to alarm the reader, then perhaps something more mild would be of interest.
Finally, we wish to state that none of this book has been censored in any way. The edition you have here is the original version. We hope you enjoy it as we did.
Sincerely, THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
"I know a girl," moaned Jack Kurl, his eyes glazed and stuck on his opponent's cards, three kings and two aces. "She's a lovely girl.. . a real pretty girl and-" He watched his money float away, across the table, to join the other dollars clutched in a thick wad in Edward Calliber's chubby fist.
"You were saying?" asked Calliber, his eyes calm and doughy as he counted the bills in his hand. "About some girl?"
"Yeah," moaned Jack, eyeing the others at the poker table. It was close to one-thirty in the morning, and the game was, for Jack, coming to a quick end. He'd lost all his money, and he was tired. Besides, this man Calliber was too good for him-too slick and too fast. He knew poker better than the others. Better than the black girl, Calliber's secretary, Brenda, and better than the geek-like fellow named Lester Boone. He played for keeps, Calliber did, and Jack knew he'd been out-done.
"The girl," grunted Calliber. "You was saying about some girl?" He pocketed all of the money and winked at slick, black Brenda.
"Yeah," continued Jack, making up in reverie for his losses in dollars, "I know this girl. She's beautiful and she's got breasts like a pair of cannons. She's got blue eyes and she's seventeen years old. She's got the longest, smoothest thighs you'd ever wanna lay your hands on, and . . . " His voice trailed off. He picked up his glass of bourbon and took a long, hard swallow.
"What's with this guy?" asked Lester Boone, his eyes glazed and staring at Jack Kurl. "He gets drunk, loses all his money, and starts ballin' about some babe. I don't believe it."
Jack looked up. "Not just some babe-my X."
"So what if she's your X?" groaned Calliber, growing bored with the discussion.
"She's a whore!" said Jack, his eyes going wild with the notion. "She'll do anything and everything for anybody at just about anytime! I didn't know it when I married her. Why, she's probably even a nymphomaniac!"
"Your wife?" said Edward Calliber, incredulous as he straightened and tightened the knot of his silk tie. "I find it hard to believe that a lifeguard married a prostitute."
"I didn't know it at the time," said Jack.
"She sounds like my kind of girl," chimed in black Brenda, correcting her posture some so that her large, full breasts appeared to press for freedom from the tight, golden gown that covered them. "I mean after all, how many white girls really know about a trick, eh?"
Jack smiled. He was the only one at the table who knew that what he was saying was a fantasy, a cheap lie calculated to make himself feel good after big losses at poker. He took another swallow of his bourbon. It would have been nice if that little honey had been a whore . . . It would have been double-nice! She never did nothin' excitin' and if she'd been a whore . . . even if she'd been sleepin' with ten guys a night. . . at least she'd have been willin' to give head every now and then . . . to respond like a real woman . . . !
"So your wife was a whore," said Edward Calliber, standing up and buttoning two buttons of his vest. "Does she do bi-sexual stuff, too? Something for my babe, Brenda here?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," said Jack. "She does it all!"
"You think she might want some business tonight?" Edward Calliber winked at Brenda and smiled at his right-hand man, Lester. "I mean look at it this way, Jack. You're not with her tonight-you'll probably never be with her again, eh? She's a cheap little tart who whored around and did you no good, right? Let us go over there and do her a trick or two-me an' Brenda. We got plenty of money tonight, thanks to you, and we could use a little fun, just to finish things off. What do you say you give us your wife's biz number, eh?"
Jack looked from one to the other of his poker partners. He could picture a wonderful scene: the three of these card-shark promoters knocking on Susie's door and offerin' to pay for sex with her! It was so hilarious an idea. It would serve her right. Not only would she not know what on earth was happening, but she'd be scared silly! Those electric blue eyes of hers would be spinnin' in their sockets . . . the little prude.. !
"Sure," said Jack Kurl, smiling on the inside, "maybe she needs the business. You got a pencil and paper?"
CHAPTER 2
Susie Kurl leaned into the circle of glass and pressed an aqua-marine liner lead against the upper inside fold of her eyelid. She drew the tip of the pencil along her eye and watched as the thick, bluish line took shape and arched across her naturally deep, crystal eyeball. She held the mirror away.
"Oh, I like that," smiled the divorced teenager, her hand-held mirror giving her the perfect reflection of her young face. She could see both eyes clearly, and she realized that maybe wearing make-up was a good idea after all. She was about to put the mirror down when she caught sight of her own naked breast in the glass. She held the silvery hand-mirror up close to her nipple and looked at the image. The tip of her nipple was tensed and hardened. "I never noticed that," she said slowly out loud. "I never saw myself like that.. . "
She put the mirror down beside her on the sofa and looked directly at her breast. Indeed, the nipples on both breasts were hardened and erect. J shouldn't, she scolded herself in her mind, I really ought to just turn off the lights and go to bed and . . . She put one palm over the tip of her pendularly hanging breast and slowly closed her fingers around the resilient, goose-bump coated flesh. When she released herself, a whole new crop of goose-flesh had risen up, and she was blushing a deep, red crimson in her young, teenager cheeks.
An evil idea crossed her mind like a flash of lightning. She reached out and picked up the mirror. Then she leaned back against the sofa and spread her legs. She put the mirror down between her long smooth tanned thighs and glanced into the glass.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "this is so awful . . . "
But that didn't stop her from gazing upon her own private parts. She could see the tiny pink puckered lips of her vagina, and when she reached in with her hand and plied the two labia wide apart, she could also see in the wet contours of her love-tunnel the tip of her buttery clit. Unconsciously, she stroked across the top of her thigh with the palm of her hand and watched a tail of chills follow her fingers, nearly into the open wet gash itself!
"Oooh," she drawled, hissing for breath through flaring red nostrils as her fingers tantalized her own precious cuntal sheath. They pressed and slid the opening wide. In a moment of frenetic involvement, she closed her eyes, shifted her position on the sofa, and put aside the mirror.
She was on her back, knees up, legs spread, thighs splayed and open. Her long, slick loins jiggled and rippled slightly as she reached down into the cuntal sheath with one finger and slipped upwards in the depths of her longing belly.
"Oooh," she cried out softly, like a small animal lost in a forest someplace, and images of lusty encounters between herself and some strange, unnamed man raced across her mind. She could see herself in the arms of a large, hairy man with big muscled thighs and arms. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her spread thighs up close against his own, so that his manly organ penetrated in one quick thrust the depths of her cunt.
"Uuuhhhh," she cried out, imitating the fantasy image with one long bony finger, stroking her clit and grinding in the elastic portal of her young, love-starved pussy. "If only Jack had waited just a little while longer . . . " she whispered to herself. ". . . if only he'd given me a little more time . . . "
She reached under her smooth white buttocks with her free hand and slipped a finger up into the bottom of her cuntal vee. She held her pussy open while she fucked into it with her other finger.
"Ahhh . . . ahhhhh . . . ooooh," she cried out softly in the lonely, dimly lit living room. She lifted her feet up over her head as her furious passion mounted. She removed a hand from under her bottom and started fondling her breasts, first one nipple, then the excited breast flesh itself, then the other breast.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, sliding her slippery clit-wet finger back and forth between the puckered pink lips of her pussy. She whimpered pathetically as suddenly she jammed her cunt too hard, and had to pull back. "If only he'd given me a little more time," she said aloud again.
Suddenly, she seemed to change tunes, for from deep within her young mind came the resounding voice of her conscience, commanding her to stop this perverted, wicked activity: I should know better, she told herself. I shouldn't be doing this. It's bad for me. If only he'd given me more time. Maybe then I'd have gotten over my inhibitions, or maybe if. . .
She stopped herself from thinking along these lines. It had been a moment of weak will to give in to masturbating, and now she would stop all of such activity. She sat up on the edge of the sofa. When she'd sat down there a few moments before, it was just to try out the makeup.
In her loins she felt a burning fire, something that cried out for attention. It was hard for her to do, but she kept her hands away from her sexually starved legs. She resisted further temptation, temptation to stroke and fondle her private parts. Her nice long thighs were crying out for more touching, but she'd been bad enough. It was enough that she'd been playing with herself for a few minutes already.
She stood up and started toward the bedroom. It was then, at close to two-thirty in the morning, that she heard the doorbell. At first she didn't believe it, but it persisted, and was followed by knocking, there was no way to deny it.
CHAPTER 3
"Come on, honey," boomed a heavy, male voice.
For an instant, Susie had supposed that it was Jack, come to pay a late night visit, to make amends and put an end to this silly divorce business. After all, just because she wouldn't put his penis in her mouth.. . that was no real reason to get a divorce, was it?
But now that she heard the heavy thudding and guttural laughing, she suspected that if it was Jack at the door, he wasn't alone.
"Hey, baby," said a second voice, "we know you're in there. Come on now, open up. We ain't got all night, ya know. Come on, now . . . open 'er up!"
Susie made a hasty retreat to the bedroom where she retrieved her housecoat, a blue silk, short-waisted, hip-length garment that showed off her smooth young thighs. It was Jack's favorite. The lapels were cut wide and in such a manner as to reveal the tops of her voluptuous breasts. It would please him, she figured, even if he were with friends, to see her dressed sexy and raring to go even if the latter was just an image. She cinched the knot up around her waist and made her way toward the pounding at the front door.
"Come on, honey," said an unfamiliar female voice, guttural and raspy. "Open up and let's all of us have a grand ol' time."
"I told ya we should o' called first," said another angry voice. "Jack could have been lyin', ya know. He's not exactly-"
That was all Susie Kurl needed to hear. She quickly undid the latch and pulled the door open. "Did you say something about my Jack?" she asked quickly of the strange trio leaning and wobbling drunkenly against one another in the doorway. There was a black woman, dressed in a golden evening gown, wearing a gold and ruby necklace, ruby earrings, with long straightened black hair down to her shoulders; a thin-nosed, thin-jawed, beady-eyed man in a checkered coat and checkered pants and a skinny black tie; and a man in a three-piece suit. The last was the first to speak.
"How do you do, Susan dear?" he said, unbuttoning the top button of his pinstriped vest and extracting from his watch pocket a gold grandfather watch. "My name is Edward Calliber. This is my secretary, Brenda Sweets, and this other gentleman here is my partner and associate, Mr. Boone."
"Pleased to meetchya, Mrs. Kurl," said the skinny one in the checkered suit and pants extending a long bony hand that felt like it was made of all knuckles when Susie shook it.
"You come highly recommended," said the black woman, the one called Sweets. She stepped forward, put one hand on Susie's shoulder, and then swished into the room, passed the young divorced girl and into the living room. With an air of authority, trailed by the aroma of some thick scent of perfume, she turned around and shook one wrist, as if to say, "My, my, Jack really does know how to pick 'em! Mmmmmm, yes! This is gonna be fun, fun, fun!" She smiled and her thick lipstick coated lips curled back over pink gums so as to reveal a large set of white teeth and a. small pink tongue. "Mmmmm, yeah," said the black woman, "I hope it's all true now, eh, honey? Is it? Give us a hint, eh?" Her eyes narrowed as she shimmied up alongside the startled teenager and compared thighs by pulling up her shimmering golden evening gown, exposing one leg next to Susie's.
"Wh-What's this all about?" asked Susie, furtively glancing from the black woman's exposed shapely thigh to the two men still framed in the doorway.
"Well," said Edward Calliber, stepping forward with the authority with which one would normally announce ownership of a property, in this case the small but plush apartment, "it seems that your husband, a Mr. Jack Kurl-" He stopped and turned to Lester Boone. "-Do come in, Lester. I don't want to wake the neighbors." Lester Boone smiled lasciviously and snickered on his way into the living room. Edward closed the door after him. "Latch it, my man," said Edward to Lester. Lester did exactly that, and then he pulled up a comfortable chair in front of the door, as if to guard it.
"Now, where was I?" said Edward Calliber. "Oh, yes, your husband, Jack, he-"
"Where is he?" asked the young divorced girl. "Where's Jack?"
"I don't know for sure," said Edward. "But I do believe he's somewhere in Van Nuys.. . perhaps on Ventura Boulevard in the warehouse where we left him . . . after cards?"
"Why did he send you here?" asked young Susie Kurl, back stepping a pace or two away from Edward Calliber who was now for the first time sizing up the young blonde woman's voluptuous figure. "What do you want?" she asked, despite his intense gaze. She could feel his eyes burning through the skimpy garment, inspecting her thighs, roving her like a pair of hands . . . going everywhere over her young skin. "Why are you here?" she asked, panic evident in her voice.
"Well, frankly, your husband thought you could use the money."
"What money?" she asked in a strange tone of voice. Her question was met with dead silence. "What money?" she repeated.
All three of the strangers looked at her intensely. It was as if there was some sort of an understanding of which she'd been left out. "Wait a minute," she said quickly as Edward Calliber started towards her, "I don't think I like what you're thinking.. . I don't think I-"
"Shut-up," said Calliber, pulling a thick wad of greenbacks out of his belt, "and quit denying what we already know about you and tell me how much you want." He peeled off three bills, two twenties and a ten. "Fifty bucks? That your price?" His eyes roved up and down her young nubile body. "You're worth fifty. I'd say, on account of your being young, you could get a hundred. There's three of us here, right? How's one-fifty? That sound right?"
Susie Kurl was shaking her head back and forth in awe and total fright. Then she tried to gain her sense of being and presence. "Look," she said, "I think you got some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe Jack meant that I was poor, but I don't think he'd have told you I was a, ah, prostitute. Is that what you think? You think I'm a prostitute?"
"We don't think so," said Lester Boone, getting up from his seat in front of the door and loosening his tie and starting to take off his checkered jacket, "we know so. And the boss here is in a hurry. And so am I. So just get goin', tell him how much you want for the three of us, and let's start the action, honey. Okay?"
There was impatience in his voice, impatience that Susie read as anger. She knew that these three people, whoever they were, whether it was a misunderstanding or not, were going to accept only one answer from her, a big, physical yes. She felt her legs trembling as Lester Boone came closer with his tie and jacket over one arm now. "Come on, honey, don't just stand there thinkin' about it-how much?"
"You don't understand," she stammered at him. "I'm not a prostitute. I only just got married a few weeks ago, and it didn't work out because-because-look, I think you ought to leave now. Maybe Jack was just joshin' you or something. You know, some kind of practical-"
"Brenda," said Edward Calliber with grim determination, "lock the door. Then get undressed. This babe might not have been a whore before.. . but when I get done with her tonight, she's gonna be better than a whore: she's gonna be all fuck. You know what I mean, honey?" he said to Susie Kurl. "You're gonna be a bundle of fuck after I get through with you tonight. . . " He was coming towards her, and there seemed to be something in his eye which said to the young, voluptuous teenager that there would be no stopping him!
CHAPTER 4
Jack Kurl sat down comfortably on the Ventura Boulevard curbside. He looked up and down the empty street. Lamps and neon made everything bright. It was a clear night, a little cool but pleasant. He lit a cigarette and stretched his feet out. A single car raced by. Another slicked around a corner. Again the major boulevard was empty. He chuckled to himself as he leaned back on the pavement of the sidewalk and considered what he felt would be his young former wife's response to the promotional people when they told her that they wanted to buy her body. It was just too rich for words.
"Oh, yeah," he said aloud in the three a.m. morning of Ventura Boulevard, "that's gonna be something . . . "
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a car was idling in front of him. He dimly heard the sound of the engine purring a few feet away from him, and he sat upright. Sure enough, there in front of him, was a softly idling Mercedes Benz. "I'll be damned," he said, standing up and looking in the smoked glass of the car. "What's up?"
A woman in her young forties smiled at Jack from inside the car. She pressed a button and the window went down a notch. "I saw you sitting there, young man, and thought maybe something was the matter . . . " She smiled with sly lips and pretty white teeth. In her eye was a look of devilment.
"No, nothing's the matter," said Jack, his own eyes speaking back to her. He allowed himself a look at her legs which were covered only halfway by a skirt that rode up her shapely thighs, "You're out awful late, young lady," he said with a chipper voice.
"You, too, sir," she replied. "Care for a lift?"
"I don't mind if I do . . . " Something clicked and Jack knew that the door was open for him. He squeezed the handle and climbed in alongside the strange woman. "You always pick up guys this way, lady," he asked as he shut the door behind him.
"Not always," she said with a wanton smile on her lips. "Just when I feel like it . . . "
Five minutes later they were parking in her garage at a condominium on the far end of the Boulevard. Jack couldn't believe his good luck. He'd gone from losing at poker to scoring high with a divorcee of considerable means. As she climbed out from her side of the car, he took a good sharp look at the tender curves of her well rounded ass. He knew she had smooth hips, just from that one glance, and he could tell from the way she moved that he was going to enjoy getting it on with her. She might have been forty-two or forty-three-Jack was only twenty-three-but she was good looking and wealthy. What more could he ask for on a night when he'd lost everything?
"Upstairs," she said. "We take the elevator." She pointed to the far side of the garage. He shut his side of the car and caught up alongside her.
"You know," he said, "I'm not sure I understand why you do this."
"Come on," she said, "you know better than that! I do it because I like fucking. Why do you do it?"
"The liberated woman, is that it?"
'That's it, Jack-that's it!" She pressed the elevator button and while waiting turned and smiled at him. It was the first time he'd been able to see her in a clear light. She had large thick lips coated with rouge, and her cheekbones were high and wide. Her eyes were large and deep, and they looked at him with intensity and cheerfulness at the same time.
The elevator doors slid open and he followed her aboard. "You know," she said, as the cart began to slide upwards, "you asked if I do this often? I have a confession to make . . . "
The elevator pulled to a stop and the doors opened. They were on the fourth floor. Jack reached out and held the door back. She walked out in front of him and opened the door in front of her with a key. As she did, she told him simply, "I don't really do this all that often." She pushed the door in front of her open and Jack followed her in. She closed the door behind him and in the dark pressed her lips to his.
He felt her tongue slip between his lips and he responded similarly, giving her back a long hard French kiss. Her hands slipped down around his waist and took hold of the cheeks of his ass. He could feel her palms sliding up and down on the rounds of his buttocks.
"Ooh, yeah," he hummed at the divorcee, "you know what it's all about, eh?"
"Mmmmm, young Jack, I know . . . I know . . . " She kissed the side of his neck and pulled at the buttons of his shirt. She had his chest open for her kisses in a matter of seconds. And then she was on her knees, her fingers quickly undoing his zipper and reaching in the open fly to get at his cock.
She could feel his fingers diving into the cotton darkness of his drawers and pulling his cock out into the open. In the dark he could see very little, but could feel her going to work on the head of his penis. She had his prick by the base and she was rubbing the spongy head against the lips of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and found the rim of the crown, sliding along it until she popped the helmet of blood-engorged cock head into her lips.
"Oooh, yeah," he moaned like a wounded animal, his prick stiffening completely. He could feel her experienced fingers lacing around his lust-hardened testicles, cupping them in her palm next, and finally squeezing tenderly while she took more and more of his pulsating cockshaft into her mouth. For a moment he stood stock-frozen still, and then he began to pump his hips back and forth, pressing his pelvis forward so that the head of his throbbing cock slipped against the inside of her throat.
"Uuuuuhhhh, fffuck," she gagged around the pulsating heat of his male column, "mmmmmmmmmm, I love it. . . ! "
He reached down and slipped his hands around the divorcee's face and pulled her forward on his impaling thickness. Her fingers were still wrapped around his lust-excited testicles while his blue-veined hardness twitched in the warm wet sanctuary of her mouth. Her lips slipped down to the base of his cock and held on like little octopus tentacles, slipping and sucking and grabbing hold of him, squeezing his thickened cock the way a puppy might suck for milk.
"Oooh, honey," he said. "I don't know who you are, but I love it!"
She pulled her lips wetly from the head of his cock and began kissing the side of the shaft. She pressed her lips wetly and smacked at it, licking and sucking wantonly. At first she went slowly, but then she began doing it faster, with more verve, until finally she was voraciously swallowing up his cock over and over again.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could see her on her knees in front of him. He could see the way she ovaled her lips to accept his long hard cock into the depths of her throat. And he could see, when she leaned forward, the way her breasts were r in view under her blouse.
"Up on your feet," he told her. "I wanna have some of this . . . " He cupped her breast by leaning down past her working mouth and pulled her upwards with a tug. His prick slipped out of her lips and she came up to kiss him heatedly on the lips. She was already giving way to overwhelming passions.
He couldn't help but think about the countless days and nights he'd spent trying to convince his young former wife to do this one act. And here was a divorcee, about twice Susie's age, who he'd known for five minutes, already having sucked his cock like a pro! It was too much to believe. His luck, he knew, was changing.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Do you want me to undress?"
"Yes," he said. "Undress. I want to see you naked."
She began removing her clothes in the dark.
"Is there a lamp around here? Something I can see you with?"
She reached out and clicked on a small mood light. "That better?" she said with that sly smile of hers, standing upright and pulling off her blouse.
Her breasts hung low and voluptuous. She might have been forty or forty-five, but her breasts were firm like a teenagers. Her nipples were lust-harden and jutted from her breasts like little erect pebbles. Her belly was flat and supple, and the lines of her hips were curvaceous and full. He was glad that he'd lost his money that night, and that he'd ended up on a curbside on Ventura Boulevard. How else would he have landed something like this?
She was wearing only her panties now. She had long shapely legs. Especially her thighs were appealing, the way they went smoothly upwards into her womanly hips. "Now what?" she asked.
"Now come here," he said, surprised at the bravado in his own voice. "Come here and let's . . . let's . . . " His voice trailed off as she slipped up next to him like a minnow. Her hands slid down to his waist and began working on his belt. She was experienced and quick, and it only took her a second to get his buckle undone and open. A moment later he was nakedly holding her up close kissing her passionately and feeling her nipple-hardened breasts pressing against his hairy chest.
He slipped a hand down to pull open the elastic of her panties and one finger dove into the curly pubic vee which guarded her naked labial lips. His finger caressed the outer edges of the puckered labia, and then dove for the inner warmth and wetness of her tunnel. He caressed around and around in the elastic velvet of her moist pussy and located with the tip of his digit the lust-infused tip of her nerve-laden clitoris.
"Ooooooh," she panted desperately in his ear as his finger grinded at the moist pulsating heat of her vagina, "don't stop . . . Nooooooo, don't ever stoppppppppp!"
His finger wiggled back and forth between the bloated lips of her cuntal sheath as her fervor mounted. His palm pressed against the bristly pubic hairs of her downy muff while his finger slithered snake-like to and fro in the silky liquid depths of her belly. Every now and then he could feel her cuntal muscles contracting on his bony finger, or her hips grinding so as to get more of the stimulating finger-fucking for this or that part of her pussy.
He looked downwards between their two naked bodies-she was still wearing her panties, but he could see past his own wrist into the cuntal area-and saw that her thighs were spread slightly. He could see in her underwear where the silky dark forest of her pubic hairs had been matted down by his palm, and he could see his own finger fucking in and out of her cunt.
He slowed up and began to work his digit teasingly, finger-fucking in and out of the tight moist passage, while at the same time he used his other hand to fondle and caress her lust-excited breast. He liked seeing her naked breasts while feeling the wet heat of her vagina wrapped lasciviously around his stroking finger. The twin mounds pointed at him, seemingly, as the tip of her breasts were excited and proudly erect. The large, brownish circles of the tips were hard and raised slightly, like tiny buttons, and he leaned forward, closing his warm lips over one of them. He sucked on the hard nipple, then nipped at it with his sharp teeth as his finger continued working in the wet confines of her vigorously responding vagina.
"Oooh, yeah, I really know how to pick a man," she murmured under her breath. "Why don't we go . . . oooooooooh . . . over . . . mmmmmmmmmm . . . there!" She gave his throbbing cock a tug and a squeeze and indicated that she wanted to lie down on a floor-level bed at the far end of the darkened living room.
"Why not?" he said, nodding. On the way over she removed her panties. He could smell her musky scent as an enveloping cloud poured from between her legs and raised up to his nostrils. "Mmmmmm, you're fine," he said softly, taking her in his arms again, kissing her once more as they settled softly into lying down.
"Yeah," she mused, feeling his kisses as his began slowly but surely pressing his lips to her shoulders, to the slopes of her horizontal breasts, to her belly and then to the edges of her pubis. "Oooooh, yessssss-ssssss," she cried out like a hurt animal, but her hands reached out and pressed at the sides of his face and insisted that he continue with this oral threat and tease.
His hands slipped between her lithe thighs and held her inner loins apart as his face leaned down and pressed closer and closer to the liquid cleft of her pussy. His thumbs slid forward and took hold of the lips of her cunt and pryed them apart.
"Ahhhhhh, sheeeeeeeeezzzzeeee," she groaned wantonly as the tension in her belly mounted with his approach. She could feel his thumbs gathering up the puckered pink flesh of her vagina, spreading her open like a piece of fruit. "Yessss," she moaned, desperate for the anticipated feel of his phallic-like tongue charging against the sensitized flesh of her willing pussy, "yesssssssssss!" Her hands moved to the back of his head as if guided by instinct and pulled him down close to her pouting cunt. His tongue, teeth, lips, all seemed to suddenly work in unison to give her a thousand different pleasures, and the sucking and nipping of his suddenly active tongue in her vagina seemed to get to the very pit of her burning belly. A rhythm of passion steadily grew as his tongue slid in and out of her galvanized vagina, each movement of his lips and mouth muscle bringing more and more lubricating fluid to the depths of her loins.
For a moment he pulled away and went kissing and licking at the sensitive spots around her now slowly squirming vagina. The soft downy pubic hairs of her cunt brushed against his cheeks as his tongue now danced over her inner thighs, then up again to her lower belly. She moaned incessantly, practically begging him for more of the oral fondling, but he was suddenly too enraptured and involved to pay any attention to her words. The scent of her cunt was driving him forward, and he wanted to get more and more of her delectable pussy.
Again he spread the hair-lined slit of her cunt wide, and without hesitating a moment he flicked his tongue out at the clearly erect bud of her exposed clitoris. "Oouu-uuuu!" she shrieked with relief. "Mmmmm-mmmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhh!" She felt as if an electric bolt of pleasure had slammed through her passion tensed body, charging her flesh with long-awaited erotic sensations. His mouth closed tightly against the pink valley of her vagina, as his teeth nipped at the sensitive nerve-end of her clitoris, sending more pleasure dashing up her spine. Involuntarily, her hips jerked up to his oral assault, and she threw her legs wide apart, wanting more and more of the fantastic pleasure.
Suddenly, without stopping the active licking of the older divorcee's pussy, it dawned on Jack Kurl how deprived he'd been feeling, how really left out of the world of sex he'd become by virtue of his marriage with the prudish teenager Susie Kurl. Somehow he'd allowed himself to give up all of the vital things that made for an exciting life, just because his teenager wife had been reluctant to experiment sexually. And now, with his face buried between an older woman's heated thighs, his tongue actively licking and his lips actively sucking the fleshy labia, he realized how much it meant to him to be with a liberated woman.
"Ooooooooooh," she jerked from the incredible wet contact of his mouth with her pussy, and reaching down, she tangled her fingers in his hair, wantonly spreading her legs wider by bringing her heels up and over his young back and pressing her pubis up so that his face hit hard into her passion filled loins. His tongue flicking maddeningly inside her warm velvet cuntalsheath, and she could feel the whole length of his mouth muscle sliding up against the sensitive walls of her pussy, sending insane spasms of joy through her sensuously aroused body. It felt like a hot whip of flame as it raced in and out of her cuntal passage, making the depths of her womb flood with her lubricating juices.
"Oooooooooh, Godddddddd!" she moaned fiendishly as she pumped upwards into his biting, nibbling lips and begged him physically for more and more of the ecstasy producing tongue. "Keep it going, Jack! Don't ever . . . stoppppppppppp! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. . ! Mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmm. . . ! " She began to scissor her long thighs around his face, and he could feel the heat of her loins clasping and unclasping around his ears as his tongue continued with the oral assault of her hot wet cuntal passageway.
He reached under her well-rounded buttocks and slipped one hand into a cupping formation so that he could mold and lift her buttocks in any direction he wanted. He guided her rhythmically swaying ass and hips in this manner, and fed himself her deliciously succulent cunt and clitoris. He leaned into her preciously aroused pussy with all his might and supplied the fleshy aperture with all of his slithering, hungrily working tongue.
"Oooooooh, God!" she wailed with her squealing voice, for she could feel his tongue flicking on her nerve-laden, pulsing clitoris, and it made her want to go completely out of her mind. Then, suddenly, to her surprise and disappointment, Jack withdrew his tongue from her incited cuntal passage, and came sliding up across her body, leaving her burning passage alive with its fire but empty and hollow. His hips trapped her naked thighs wide apart, though, as he fell heavily on top of her, his mouth quickly seeking and finding hers. She could smell her own juices on his lips, and there was something devilishly appealing about having this young man spread her own clitoral lubricants against her face as he kissed her. She reveled in the feel of such physical debauchery, and she wondered if maybe she'd made the best decision of her life in stopping to pick up this young man on Ventura Boulevard.
She felt him take her hand by the wrist and before she knew it he was placing her fingers on his rock-hard cock. At first she was surprised, and then she was delighted for she could actually feel in the tips of her fingers the throbbing sensation that the column of male flesh was emanating. She had longed for this feeling all evening, and now, finally, in this young man, she'd found her wish come true. She pressed and felt up the long stiff male pole, and admired in her mind's eye its incredible size. Not only was this young man a good lover, he was well endowed with a large, stiff penis! God, she thought, to have him inside is going to crack me in half! What a way to gooooooooooooo!! !
She guided his pulsating and throbbing blood-filled cock into position as he shimmied upon her torso, and felt for the spongy cap, trying to locate it in position between her hungry, open labia. She wanted to stroke the pulsating member into place in her pussy. He was half turned on her, his thigh pressed hard against her naked loin, and unconsciously she began to grind her pussy against him as her hand worked warmly against his cock, still trying to get him into the perfect angle for entry. She slipped her fingers down to the base of his cock and felt the tips of his pubic hair and then she explored further and sought out the soft skinned sack that held his sperm filled balls. Somehow she knew that they were susceptible to physical hurt, and she caressed them gently, feeling the cool even heat in her palm. Jack groaned, lifting his mouth from hers, and pressing his lips against her ear, he said, "Lady, I wanna fuck you . . . nowwww . . . "
His testicles were aching with the desire to be inside the soft liquid folds of her velvety vagina. She turned sideways and said, stilling holding his cock and balls, turning him towards her, "Come this way . . . " He pressed forward and felt the tip of his spongy cock head touch lightly and then with more pressure against the wet heat of her pussy. Her labia were silky and oily to the touch, slippery and wide open. He could go in, like a hot knife into butter, and it was only going to take a single, quick whip of the hips to do so.
Then he felt her hands taking hold of the flexed cheeks of his ass. She pulled on his ass-cheeks and demanded that he let loose of his cocked, muscled position and go into the depths of her cuntal belly. He slid forward and in one long terrific stroke entered her completely!
"Yesssssssss!" she grunted up at him, at the man twenty years younger than she. "I luvvvvvvvvv it!" He bore down hard, drilling upwards in the liquid honey of her cuntal passage, pressing into the remote back cave of her womb with his rubbery cock head and stiff ridged shaft until he smashed into the round of her cervix.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh," she groaned at him, "harder . . . harder . . . fuck me harderrrrrrrr. . . ! "
These were the words he'd longed to hear from his young teenager wife, the words which would have saved his marriage. He'd had to go so far to hear them, and even then it wasn't from Susie but from a strange, older divorced woman.
In reply to her request that he go harder, he reached under her round buttocks and took hold of them with both palms and cupped fingers. He pulled her rump upwards and at a tilt into his crushing crotch. Her feet followed the drive upwards, and she ended up with her thighs angled around his face, her feet dangling over his back . . . while his cock was lodged to the ultimate depths inside her stomach.
"Uuuuhhhhhh, yes, darling!" she pleaded for more of his hardness, her breath coming faster as she panted in mounting ecstasy. "Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!"
Now he pulled back, arching his muscular torso and pulling his long meaty cock from the confines of her slippery pussy until just the blunted tip of his purplish cockhead remained inside, sandwiched between the buttery lips of her pussy, and he kissed her with his mouth on her breast. Then, shockingly, he jammed forward and rode into her cunt again, this time surprising the hell out of her.
"Aaiieeeeeehhhhhhh!" she cried out as the impaling thickness filled her slender pussy tunnel. "Oooooooh, Jack!"
He loved hearing her say his name, and the feel of her womanly breath on his ear was like a special caress: "Jack.. . Jack.. . Jack . . . " she murmured, sending him into paroxysms of joy, and now he picked up the age-old rhythm of lusty intercourse, plowing in and out of her with quick deft strokes, filling and unfilling her belly rapidly over and over again until she was numbed to the core and could feel only one thing: ecstasy!
"Ahhhhhhh," she cried out in a throaty whisper, "you really know how to fuck . . . Let me do something for you . . . " Before he could understand what she meant, he felt her hand sneaking down between their two sweaty bodies and feeling up the narrow, damp, heated space between their thighs and crotches. He felt her fingers reaching in around his burrowing, pistoning prick, and then she dug even deeper with her long, white fingers and he felt her reach around the sack of his testicles and take hold of him in a gentle massaging squeeze.
"Mmmmmmm," he involuntarily hummed back at her as the feel of her fingers rolling around his lust-bloated balls added a suddenly urgency to the powerful ache already charging his scrotum with the agony of the ultimate pleasure. "Don't stoppppp!"
She craned her neck so as to be able to look down between their two bodies to the site of penetration, and she could actually see his cock slipping into her splayed labia with throbbing stiffness. Her fingers were meshed with his testicles, and her pubis was slightly tilted so as to be able to put her clitoris in direct contact with every slip and slide of his ridged, crowned cock!
"Uuuuuhhhhhh, Jack," she cried, beginning to cum in a girly rush of orgasmic juices on his cock, "this is just the beginning, honey . . . Oooooh, yes, just the beginnnningggggggggg. . . ! "
He could feel her inner pussy tunnel contracting rhythmically, squeezing around his burrowing cock like some sort of softly gloved hand, squeezing and demanding that the long-stored sperm of his balls come shooting up the length of his cock and spilling into her vagina. He could feel that undulating contraction of her cunt taking over his cock, almost reaching into his testicles and triggering them to fire off!
"Uuuuuhhhhh, God," he cried out softly in an animal-like groan of ecstasy-hurt, and then the first salvo of cum rocketed up into her vagina and splattered out in the back wall of her womb.
"Ooooooh, yes, Jack," she murmured, her face a contorted picture of lust and desire as she continued to squeeze his testicles with one hand and press the rounds of his buttocks with the other, "do it to me, honey. Yes do it . . . do it . . . do it!" She moaned like this with every stroke of his firing cock, and replied to his shooting cum with her own contracting pussy muscles and juicing climax.
"Ahhhh, yes," she groaned again when it was just about over, "that's the way, dear . . . That's the way a woman loves to be fucked. It's like heaven, you know? It's really like heaven . . . " She looked down between their two bodies and saw Jack pulling his cock out of her pussy. The head had some cum on it and she reached down with one hand and squeezed his cock at the base of the shaft and with her mouth dove for the head and licked off the spillage of semen. A moment later she sat up and said again, "Oh, Jack, that's exactly the way a woman loves to be fucked. Did you know that? I don't think there's a woman in the world who wouldn't have enjoyed that."
"You wanna bet?" said Jack, thinking somberly about his young wife that he'd left only a month or so before. "I know a woman who probably wouldn't enjoy it at all."
"Who's that?" she asked, tenderly stroking the ridges of his deflating penis.
"My wife," he said. "My wife, Susie Kurl."
CHAPTER 5
Edward Calliber watched his black secretary Brenda Sweets follow his instructions. She was quickly undressing, removing her gold evening gown, slipping out of her panties and heels, and within seconds she stood voluptuous, black, naked, and luscious in front of Susie Kurl.
"I, ah, don't understand," she said. "I know that I keep saying that over and over again to you people, but now this woman is naked and-"
Calliber cut her off. "Honey, it doesn't matter if you understand. We're gonna get what we came here for. And that's that." He turned to Brenda and Lester Boone who was also naked. "Go on, you two. Warm her up some. I'm gonna undress."
"Right boss," said Lester Boone with a lecherous smile filling his face. "This is gonna be a pleasure."
Susie backed off into the corner of the living room. "I'm going to call the police," she said. She made a dive for the phone, but before she could get within a reach of the dial, Lester Boone was up alongside her.
"Now what do you want to do a nasty thing like that for?" he asked like a snake slithering through grass, his voice a mockery of sadistic innocence.
"You, ah, please," she begged as he took hold of her wrist and twisted it back behind her head, pulling her into submission in front of him. In agony she looked downwards at the floor and with a flush of unwanted excitement her eyes caught sight of his naked penis. It was pink and elongated, the head of it filled with a rush of blood. "Ooooh, God," she hissed, "please let go of me . . . ? Please . . . ? "
"I think she really means it," said Lester with a chuckle to Brenda who was now up alongside Susie and taking hold of her other arm. "I think she really wants me to let go of her."
"Why don't you," said the large black woman, taking hold of both of Susie's arms. "I'll hold her and you take off her little panties and her jacket."
"That's a splendid idea," said Edward Calliber who was now sitting naked on one side of the room and watching. "I think that would be just lovely," he said with a casual air of having seen it all as he lit up a cigarette. "Go on and strip her and see what she's got hidden under her little housecoat. And between those little thighs of hers, too!" He laughed again and waited for the others to proceed.
"Nooooo," bleated Susie Kurl in abject protest of the humiliating acts which they were already insisting that she do. How could they think of such a thing as this? How could they come into her living room and make her undress this way? What kind of people were they to do this to her?
She struggled to get free from Brenda Sweets, but the larger, black woman was much stronger, and she seemed to have a, powerful hold around Susie's neck. Lester was busily tugging open Susie's underwear, rolling them down her long smooth golden brown thighs and revealing her naked loins and sandy blonde pubis.
"She's got a nice little cunt, boss," said Lester when he'd removed Susie's panties. "It's practically a virgin one, I can tell just from lookin'. "
"Ooooh, God," hissed Susie, unable to believe what Lester was now doing. He'd lifted his hands to her naked thighs and had forced her loins open and apart so that he could apply his thumbs to the pink leafy lips of her vagina.
"And she's wet," he said. "She's got a little moistness there. Mmmmmm, maybe what we're doin' excites you, eh?" he said slyly. "Or maybe before we got here you was rub-bin' yerself a little bit. You know what, boss," he continued, "I think Snow White was rubbing herself some before we got here."
"Ooooh, God, stop it," cried Susie. As he spoke to Edward Calliber, Lester had slipped his thumb into place between Susie's cuntal lips. He was still grinding inwards as she spoke to Brenda and Edward, as if what he was doing was of no importance to anyone, whereas in fact it was the only thing that mattered. He casually slipped his thumb up and down in the slippery little slit, working his thumb against the splayed flesh of Susie's pussy. He pretended to be simply doing something that was a matter of course.
"Ooooooh, God," she cried out in humiliating agony as his thumb pressed upwards into the narrow wet confines of her cuntal passage, "please, stoppppppp . . . no more . . . "
"Did she say she wanted more?" asked Brenda Sweets from behind, letting one hand go slipping down the back of Susie's body. She arrived at the teenager's buttocks and cupped her fingers around the rounds of her ass. "Did you say you wanted more, honey? I would have swore that's what you said . . . ! " She rolled her finger upwards into the narrow hair-lined crevice of Susie Kurl's ass and following the line of the young girl's ass, down into the same crease where Lester was working his thumb. She came upwards and then Susie had two fingers-one from the black girl behind her, one from Lester on his knees in front of her-in her cunt.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh, God," she cried out in terrified hurt as the humiliating effects of this dual finger-fucking suddenly took over her emotions. She couldn't understand how they could possibly treat her this way, nor could she figure out how her own body was capable of responding with erotic chill and fever to such abusive, debauchery. But that was the horrible truth of the matterher own flesh was betraying her just as much as these debauched intruders were defiling her. As Brenda's finger rode upwards from behind into the narrow entrance to Susie's pussy, Susie felt a bolt of electrical erotic energy charging up her spine and exploding in her brain like an A bomb!
"Ooooooh, please!" she begged, her girlish blonde thighs trembling and quivering as she tried to deny the sense of sexual abandon that was consuming her loins like brush fire. "Please, nooooooooo!" Her bleating sounded like an animal prepared for slaughter, and her quivering hips and shocked belly were undulating the way a worm stuck on a fishing hook would. She looked like a little girl who has to go to the bathroom and is holding it back. She squirmed and rolled between their two forceful grips and tried to escape the devastating effects of their diving fingers in her involuntarily responding cunt.
"She's real slippery, boss," announced Lester Boone, pulling one finger from the confines of the young girl's wet labia.
"Did you touch her clit?" asked Ed Calliber, still puffing on his cigarette on the other side of the room.
"I'm touching it," said Brenda, sliding her finger from underneath and between the backs of Susie's thighs. "I can just reach it.. . "
And indeed, Susie Kurl could feel the tip of the black woman's finger scorching and pressing the tip of her nerve-laden clit. Every squeeze and press was like a bolt of energy entering her belly. When she'd masturbated herself, it wasn't anything like this. This was much different, and despite the assault, the humiliation, the fact that these were strangers and that they were intent on satisfying only themselves, Susie could not deny the powerful effects of their abusive treatment-she was actually beginning to get turned on!
"Get that little jacket off of her," ordered Edward Calliber. "Let's see what kind of breasts Jack's divorced friend has."
Somehow with one quick tug, Brenda Sweets managed to pull Susie's silky housecoat off of her hands and arms. It was then that Susie thought she might be able to break away, but even as she lunged forward, the bigger black girl worked a stranglehold around Susie's arms and pulled her back into desperate captivity.
"Oooooh," moaned the white teenager, unable to cope with this new frustration of being held upright and splayed in nakedness, "please . . . please . . . " The hot salty tears of humiliating submission were welling up in her eyes, for she was beginning to feel that there would be no getting away from her defilers.
"Yesssss," mused Edward Calliber, now able to see the young girl's full voluptuous breasts. They were pendular and hung down on her chest like large supple pears. He noted that the right breast was slightly larger than the left. On both of the breasts the nipples were lust-hardened, frozen upright and jutted away from the rounds of the nipple circles. "I think our little teenager femme-fatale is rather enamored of this treatment, Lester-despite what she says! Put your finger in her pussy again, Lester, and let's just see what she does, eh?"
"Be glad to," said Lester who'd lost his hold on Susie's cunt when Brenda was removing her housecoat. He reached up a second time and pressed his digit up into the slit of Susie's labial lips. He foraged into the tunnel in one digging stroke and landed in pay-dirt, deep inside the teenager's womb.
"Uuuuhhhh," she grunted in involuntary response to the drilling in her pussy. "Uu-uuhhhhhh!" She threw her head back and it landed on Brenda's naked black shoulder. The black woman reached around and cupped Susie's luscious white breast with one set of five black fingers and then centered her digital attention on the tip of Susie's nipple and cap while down below, in her cuntal passage, Lester began to work on the teenager's hotly pulsing clitoris.
"It's nice and wet in here, boss," said Lester. "She's gonna be a nice hot fuck!"
"Oh, god, nooooo!" cried Susie, hearing the word fuck. "You mustn't do that! You can't!"
"Ha!" said Edward. "Why not?"
"Please. . . . " she begged, looking out of her glazing eyes at the man who commanded this assault on her tender young body. "I beg you not toooooo . . . Ooooohh-hh . . . " Lester's finger was drilling upwards into her belly, taking away her breath and confusing her with the intensity of the lust it caused. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, in the hopes of relieving the tension his screwing finger was causing, but no sooner did she begin to scissor her inner thighs closed when he reached into her warm, tender crotch with a second hand and made it impossible for her to do so. "Uuuuhhh, stop," she complained, but in her heart she was slowly but surely giving way to the burning fire that consumed her legs and belly with arousal.
"That's good," said Edward Calliber. from the sofa, pushing his cigarette out in an ashtray. "She's getting herself a little excited now," he added. "Brenda, dear, turn her over to Lester for a moment, my black beauty, and come over here to help out Poppa."
"Certainly, Eddie," said the black woman, releasing Susie Kurl to Lester Boone. Lester grabbed the divorced teenager and held her captive while Brenda made her way across the living room.
"Make sure she watches," said Edward Calliber. "I want our little wifey student to know just about everything possible by the time we leave here. Now, Brenda," he added, turning his attention to his naked black secretary, "go on and get down on it, baby! Suck my cock!"
Her face red with the heat of desire coupled with an instant of shame-despite her liberated feelings-the pretty young black woman dropped to her knees in front of Calliber and reached between his dangling legs. His cock was long and boyishly thin and shrouded at the base with a thicket of curly pubic hair. His balls seemed large and bloated, all out of proportion somehow . . . and she knew why they were filled to overflowing with his hot cream, sperm that she knew he would empty down her young black throat!
Just from watching this scene, Susie Kurl felt her stomach heaving with humiliation and despair. She watched as Brenda Sweets reached out and took the long thin cock in her fingers, opening her lips tentatively as her face neared his loins. He obviously knew that this was going to excite and repulse her, for he looked up at her, over to Susie herself, as the black woman descended onto his throbbing cock.
She took him into her mouth without so much as flinching, then she closed her lips around his blue-veined cock and sucked on it cautiously at first. It throbbed again and again in her mouth and stiffened like it was alive!
"Harder, Brenda . . . I know this can be good. Make it harder . . . so you give our new young friend a glimpse of what good head is like . . . " He reached down and put his white hands on the side of the black girl's face and pulled her down stiffly into his crotch so that most of his cock was buried in the ovaled black lips of her mouth. He pushed forward with his crotch and sank another inch of his turgid, lust-stiffened cock between her quaking, rolling lips. He groaned aloud as he felt the underside of his cock slide arousingly over the rough edges of her crisp white bottom teeth.
"Oooooh, nooooo," cried Susie Kurl, turning her face away, unable to stand this debauched sight. For in her mind this was a humiliating lack of tenderness, a perverse, dirty thing to make anyone do. She had no idea that the black girl might have been enjoying the activity. Yet somehow, in her blood, she felt like there was something undeniably natural about what was going on in her own living room, as if it was something long awaited for, though still denied . . .
"Put some tongue action into it, honey," growled Edward Calliber at the black girl. "Lick it nice and clean and don't stop when I cum! I want you gobblin' my cock 'til it's nice and empty!"
Lester Boone was watching Brenda swallow up Edward's cock. She's a cock hungry bitch, he told himself. She loves to suck his prick . . . Well, when she gets done doin' him, I'm gonna have little Susie here suck my prick till I cum off in her throat. . . Probably be the first time for this little blonde honey. . . Won't be the last. . . Look the way that Brenda sucks his meat! She loves it. . . actually loves to suck his prick!
Edward's hands were cupping black Brenda's face tightly, and as he held her, he began to face-fuck her with long, lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to the young black woman's lips. She moved her tongue skillfully just as he ordered her to do, and she could taste the first hint of sweet-tangy semen as his hot-blooded passion boiled in his lust-engorged testicles.
She pulled the long throbbing cock from the confines of her thick wet lips with a smacking sound and flicked her tongue at the tiny slit in the rubbery tip of his mushroom cock head.
"Ooooh," he moaned animalishly, and then he turned and with a look of rapture on his face asked Susie Kurl, "Do you seeeee? Do you see what Brenda's doing! Mmmmm . . . ? "
Susie looked away in disgust and fright, for she knew that they intended to make her perform this obscene act. She didn't want to think about it any longer. But Lester Boone pulled her up by the chin and insisted that she stare straight on at the spectacle of the black girl on her knees sucking on Edward Calliber's long throbbing cock.
Just then, Brenda was rounding the underside of the crown of the mushroom head, and as she pulled her tongue away, a long needle-fine spray of pre-seminal lubricating fluid came darting out and splattered against her black cheek and dribbled down in ribbons of white cum-like juice on her chin.
"Ooooh, God," murmured Susie Kurl in horror of what she was seeing, for never in her life had she witnessed so intense a moment of lust as this. Though she tried again to look away, Lester would not allow her to do so.
Edward's face fucking movements grew more frantic, even though his stiff male column was not inside the black woman's mouth. He was wantonly waving his hips, jerking back and forth. She held him around the base of his cock and worked her tongue at the spongy purplish helmet.
"In.. . in.. . " he grunted with lascivious delight playing on his face as he watched with approval the young woman's lips parting and his cock approaching the hot wet oral sanctuary of her mouth. Her lips ovaled and stretched to accommodate his reentry, and her cheeks hollowed to handle his complete stiffness as he plunged upwards into her face again!
"Harder, honey! Suck it harder now! I wanna feel it all the way down to my toes! . . . And I want our young friend over there to see how it's really done, too!" She gagged and choked more than once as he filled her mouth and throat with his long hard pole of male muscle. But she managed to keep from gaggin completely by swallowing her own saliva, tainted with the oozing secretions of his prick, and by relaxing her throat muscles so that when his cock forced into the back of her neck, it slipped right down into the tight-fisted grip of her gullet!
She knew he could not be far from cumming. He could only be seconds away now for he was grunting and jerking with such fervor that his cock nearly slipped from her mouth. She knew he'd soon be finished . . . and that down her throat would gush his hot, creamy sperm!
Susie watched in a combination of horror and fascination and repulsion, for what she was witnessing was some kind of a purposeful lesson, some kind of teaching, supposedly being done for her benefit, so that-and this was the worst part-so that she herself would have no excuses for not performing the same act for these men! She hated to think of herself submitting this way, but she knew that such a moment of humiliating subjection was not far off for her.
"Wait a second," hissed Edward Calliber suddenly, just before he was about to cum off in the black woman's mouth, "I wanna try one more thing before I cum!" He pulled back quickly and withdrew his throbbing penis from Brenda's slippery smacking lips.
"Get on your back, Brenda," he said. "Let's show this little teenager babe how I use your breasts.. . . " Then he stopped and looked at Susie. "Noooo, no, that's too good for her." He was thinking out loud, changing his mind as he went along. "I got it now. We'll use her breasts! How's that sound? Everyone like that?"
Susie could not believe her ears. "No," she said, "You better not. Please? That's not right.. . Nooooo!" But before she could make her protest in much more than a verbal complaint, both Brenda and Lester had the voluptuous teenager girl on her back and pinned to the floor-with her girlish thighs spread wide open and vulnerable!
"Yeah," said Edward Calliber, "now this is more like it!"
She looked up at him the way some helpless prey might look up at a descending predator. He was swooping down, his wet throbbing cock in hand, and he was landing with his knees spread, around her . . . breasts!
"Nooooo!" she cried out, closing her eyes tightly to avoid seeing him. It was enough to feel his cock landing between her breasts, pressing against the slopes of her smooth voluptuousness. There was a throbbing heat and something felt wet and slippery as it pulsed against her slick skin.
No, why me? Why's he doing this to me? He has his cock on my breast.. . why? He's holding my breasts together around his cock . . . It's dirty! He shouldn't be doing that. He's rubbing his cock up and down my nipples. . . It's wet and it's hot! Why is he rubbing his penis on me like that.. . ?
But while her mind rejected the notion of defilement, her body was responding vigorously, twisting and squirming, and her buttocks were digging into the carpet excitedly, and she no longer tried to get her wrists free from Lester or her ankles free from Brenda. It was as if something inside her was being made to submit.. . And then she felt a pressure at the lips of her mouth, something pressing on her mouth and entering her lips. Something was holding her lips apart and making her open her mouth. She felt fingers grabbing at her mouth, and as much as she wanted to resist she could not. Suddenly they were sticking something into her face and she knew what it was . . . It was his penis, that hard wet column of thick male cock was going inside her face. She couldn't bring herself to bite it or to spit it out or to do anything but.. .
"Look at that," hissed Lester in a low whisper, "she's sucking it like a puppy on a teat! Look at her go!"
"Shhssss," said Edward Calliber, leaning his belly over Susan's face so that his cock angled downwards into her throat in just the right position. "Let her work on it!"
He enjoyed the sight of her teenager lips curled around the thickness of his ridged cock, and he could not quite bring himself to stop sliding his penis so that he would not postpone his cumming. He wanted to slow down but could not. He let out a slightly low, guttural moan and began to ferociously pump his hips and wave his cock to and fro in the confines of the young girl's mouth.
Susan felt her brain twisting and simmering, and she felt that the desires she was aching with were not her own and that the hardness was not really in her mouth . . . But it was there, and that spongy, hot helmet was burrowing into her throat . . . and that pair of lust-bloated testicles really was slapping against her chin. She could smell something acrid, like sweat in a man's crotch, and it made her that much more aware of the awful brutalizing sexual assault taking place in her mouth and throat. She could feel the rubbery cap of his cock diving for the depths of her inner neck, and she could feel the thickness of it bulging inside her, and somehow she began to feel so defeated and humiliated, for the only thing she could do without gagging was . . . to suck!
"Oooh, honey," cried Edward Calliber, "get ready to start swallowing, 'cause . . .
Mmmmmmm, yeah!"
Something hot shot into Susie's neck. She didn't know what it was at first. This was one of the vile acts that her husband had wanted her to perform. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, she found herself thinking as the thick second wad of creamy semen lurched forward like a hot salvo into her neck and she swallowed it down with as much grace as she could conjure.
The naked young divorcee found herself swallowing quickly, faster and faster, just to keep up with the hosing of semen that was splattering into the depths of her throat. Her gullet tightened again and again to keep down the hot, sticky gobs of salty, pungent cream which were shooting out like pellets of fire from Edward Calliber's aroused, ejaculating thickness. Sometimes she was distracted by the feel of his testicles dangling or slapping against her chin, but it seemed like the only way she could breathe, and thus the only way to survive this onslaught, was to keep swallowing down the hot cream.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of having that thick plug of male flesh blocking her windpipe, he pulled back and sat down off of her belly onto the floor. "Let her up," he said, "and Brenda, you come here and just suck off the rest of that." The black girl dutifully knelt into his crotch and sucked up the head of his penis and the remaining drop of semen there.
"Yeah," he said, "that was real nice."
Susie wiped a line of white jism from her chin with the back of her hand. She was breathless and her cheeks were burning red. She was panting and the tears were coming out of her eyes like a flood. She shook inside but didn't dare to sob aloud. She panted for breath and when finally she'd returned to her senses she felt angry and confused.
For on the one hand she'd been excited and aroused by the feel of the thick headed cock descending in her throat, and on the other she felt defiled and abused to have been party to such debauchery. These confused emotions welled up inside her and she felt her legs trembling with the first feel of freedom since the trio of strangers had arrived.
She wondered why Lester Boone had suddenly let loose of her. She looked sideways and saw the exact reason. He was sitting naked on the floor with his legs spread and his cock in hand, and he was pumping the foreskin of his huge penis with two fingers and staring with lust-glazed eyes directly at her. He was masturbating himself while looking at her.
"Oh, my God!" blurted Susie Kurl, suddenly even more horrified than ever.
"What's the matter?" said Edward Calliber. "Never saw a guy jack off? Come on, honey, quit the innocent routine. Your hubby told us all about you . . . About how you love cock and all. Besides, the way you sucked my prick, I just know you're a pro."
"All right," she said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. "You got what you wanted. Now get out."
"Not quite, honey," said Calliber. "We only got part of what we wanted."
"What?" asked Susie, again terrified. "You're not leaving?"
"You kidding? We only just got started!"
She trembled with fright, for she'd thought for sure they were done with her. Then she looked to where Lester Boone sat dazed and panting. His cock was deflating and his eyes were closed. He had thick lines of white semen on his hands and a drop or two on his thighs. "Yeah," he mumbled to himself, "we're just getting started, eh . . . just getting started . . . "
"Let's have a drink," said Edward to the divorced teenager, "and when Lester's ready we can pick up where we left off." He held her firmly by he naked slender arm, and she could not imagine what they had in mind.
CHAPTER 6
Jack stood naked at the parted curtains, looking outside at the pre-dawn night. "I don't know," he said, not looking at the older divorcee. But he could picture in his mind's eye as he spoke her luscious long legs, her thatched pubic bush, and the sweet curve of her thick, lip stick painted mouth. She had a lot of nerve, this older woman did, and she was well worth remembering. How many guys could claim they'd picked up a forty year old divorcee and fucked her brains out after two hours of knowing her?
"What don't you know, Jack?" asked the divorcee, her lovely voice a welcome pleasure to Jack's ears.
"For one thing," he said, turning around with a sly smile on his face and addressing her with a tone of youthful tenderness, "I don't know your name. For instance."
"Linda," said the divorcee. "Linda Burns."
"Glad to meetchya," he joked. After all, he'd only a few moments before had his cock buried inside her cunt. It was rather odd to be exchanging names just now. Somehow things seemed out of order.
"You know," she said in a soft voice, "you were very good in bed here a few minutes ago. I mean, I had one hell of a cum."
"Did ya?" he said, looking at her large, hanging breasts, seeing how the nipples were still frozen with excitement.
"Yes. I did," she said. "But I get the idea, Jack, that you've got something on your mind."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "it's just that I keep thinking about my former wife. Not about her really, but about how you're so different. I mean, you and I just met and -" Looking up he saw that Linda was staring at the space between his legs where his cock hung down against one thigh. He looked back at Linda who said softly, "Come over here, will you? Tell me your story but let me hold you while you do . . . "
He blushed and nodded. He sat down next to her and her hand reached out to cup his testicles and then the other hand reached out and her fingers wrapped tenderly around the base of his cock. "Now, you were saying? About me and your wife?"
"Yeah, well, I was saying about how you're different." He watched her stroking fingers and squeezing hands between his legs and wrapped around his private parts. He felt and watched as she squeezed and milked his stiffening cock gently. She was good, too good, and she knew it. She had a smile on her lips when he looked at her face. "You're distracting me," he said.
"You're distracting me," she said. "Go on. Relax. Tell me about everything, but don't deny me this, young man. Or I'll boot you out of here . . . "
He smiled self-consciously at her adult, experienced ways, and then he went on. "My wife never could be this way."
"What way?" she asked, her fingers stroking upwards around the ridged hardness of his cock.
"Like you," he said. "So . . . ah . . . free."
"You mean sexually?"
"I mean sexually," he said, groaning against his wishes, thanks to the marvelous stroking of the divorcee's fingers. "You just know every trick in the book, don't you," he said. She was sawing one finger back and forth across the spongy tip of his thickening penis head. He watched as next her index finger curled around the underside of his mushroom crown and looped a circle of digit around the semi-loose and tender skin of his upper cock shaft. She began to tug, slowly, gently, up and down, massaging his column of male flesh into new hardness. He watched her hand pump slowly, lasciviously up and down. She had his whole cock in her fingers. And she knew it was turning him on.
"You were saying?" she asked. "Jack, really, darling," she continued to kid him, "you must try to make more sense." As she said this she leaned forward and bowed her head down to the tip of his prick and pressed her thick moist lips to the spongy surface. She licked out at it, flicking her tongue and tasting the post-orgasmic pungent head of his cock. One hand slipped down into the narrow warm space between his muscled thighs and cupped his tightening scrotal sack. She held him now, with palm under his balls and fist around his prick, with her lips touching the tip of his cock.
"Alright," he moaned, "so you can turn me on in record time! That's why I'm trying to tell you about my wife. She was never like this! Don't you see? She was always afraid of sex. I thought maybe once we were married, once we started doing it and all, she'd loosen up. But no, she was a prude through and through. She just never did get easy going.. . "
"I understand, Jack," said Linda Burns, talking into the head of his cock as if it were a flesh microphone.
He could feel the vibrations of her voice against the rubbery tip of his cock. Her hot wet lips touched the sides of his cock, around the rim, while she spoke to him. "I understand all of it, and I don't think you should worry so much. Some day-" Her tongue darted out and dug into the tiny slit in his penis and then pulled away and licked around the thickened rim. "-she'll know what she was missing out on, and then you'll be able to go back to her and say J told you so!"
"Yeah, sure," Jack moaned, his face filling with heat as he watched her working between his legs like a lazy ant-eater. She did all of this sexual oral foreplay without even thinking. It amazed him the way she moved, every flick of her tongue becoming a deliberate agonizing temptation. He began to feel like he should shuffle his hips upwards and slide his cock once again into position inside her long, sweet throat. He wondered what it would be like to cum a second time, to have another ejaculation with her, only this time in her mouth.
He shifted sideways and stretched out further. Now his cock and balls were entirely available to her. He even lifted his leg so that she could get at that much more of his genitals.
"That's better," she said, her eyes widening with the sight of his monstrous erection sticking out of his bristly pubic hair. "Your balls are nice and hard now, too," she whispered.
"You don't stop at anything, do you?" he said with a smile.
"I'm liberated," she agreed, and her head bobbed downwards and her lips parted and ovaled so as to be able to accept the throbbing spongy tip of his mushroom cock. Her fingers spread out like two fans and approached up along the ribbons of muscles of his thighs and surrounded the base of his penis and guided the tip forward and up into the narrow, fisted tightness of her gullet.
"Ahhhhhh," she gurgled around the ascending cockhead as it jammed into the back of her throat. "Mmmmmm!" She closed down her lips around the thickened base of his prick and began slowly, sensuously turning her face from side to side so as to provide a slippery stimulation for the length of his cock, a wet rubbing and arousing oral manipulation.
"Ooooh, yeah, baby," he grunted, "suck it off good! Suck me nice and hard!"
She began to move her mouth with longer and stiffer strokes, taking more and more of the blood-engorged head into her mouth until finally it was clear that nearly half of his seven-inch cock was out of sight inside the hot wet oral sanctuary of her throat. "Uuuuuhhh," she groaned with furious delight evident in her hollowing cheeks, and she gasped for air through her flared nostrils, sucking for breath with as much fury as she was sucking on the head of his apparently delicious cock.
A moment later she lifted up her lips, took her mouth off of the tip of his aroused throbbing cock and laid her head on his thigh, panting and staring with a lust-glaze at his penis which she still held in her tiny fist. "Sucking cock . . . I love it . . . I just love to suck cock . . . "
She sat up again, having caught her breath, and pulled the hearty muscle toward her lips like a gear shift.
"Say, watch it," he groaned, "it's not a lead pipe, ya know!"
"Sorry," she said. "I didn't realize." And before he could say that it really didn't hurt that much, she had surrounded the spongy head once again with the slippery wet heat of her deliciously sucking lips and flicking tongue. This time she washed the head of his cock with her tongue inside of her mouth. He could feel her splayed mouth muscle slipping back and forth over the sensitized surface of his excited penis. Every now and then she used the broadside of her tongue to caress the thickness of the mushroom shape of the tip. Then she would pull his cock out of her mouth so as to be able to kiss the sides of the shaft. She would begin at the underside of the cock-head and work her way down the ridged surface. At the base she wrapped her tongue around the penis stalk and licked it a few strokes. Then she proceeded up the topside of the blue-veined shaft, tracing out the thickened blood-pulsing vein that ran up to the expanded spongy tip.
"Ooooh, yeah," he murmured, enjoying this snail-like move of her tongue and lips. His entire penis was coated with hot wet saliva, and still she continued to find new places on his seven-inch cock to lick and suck with her gentle wet lips.
Nor were her fingers idle. She used her palm and digits to stroke and massage and caress the area of his testicles which she knew to be tender. She eyed his scrotal sack and the egg-shaped contents the way an eagle looks upon fresh meat, and then she used her index finger and middle finger to pull and tug softly on the sack, and then to rub and manipulate his balls.
Finally, she went kissing between his legs on the hair-covered scrotum. As she did, she took his hand and put his fingers down into the bristly pubic nest of her cuntal flesh and guided his fingers into position against the lips of her wet, heated vagina. She held his scrotal sack and his thickened column of male hardness in her hand while working his fingers up and down the wet slit of her pussy with the other.
After a moment or two of this kind of masturbation in her cunt, she took his fingers and applied them to the insides of her long, smooth tunnel. She used her fingers and his together to go searching out the insides of her vagina, to find the well of special secretions that made her juices flow and her lips moist.
Soon she brought out some of the sticky wetness and spread it up and down his cock. She worked her fingers back and forth around the head of his cock and when her hand was coated with juices from her pussy and from her mouth, she began slipping her fingers wetly up and down his penis.
"Ooooh, yeah, that's super!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Lady, you know every damn thing there ever was for sex!"
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, too busy and too much enthralled to bother with such superfluous comments. "Roll sideways," she added.
"What?"
"Roll over that way." She indicated that he should lift his leg and move slightly sideways. Then she slipped up alongside him and pressed her pubis and one thigh into position alongside his cock. Her cuntal lips were only a few inches from his throbbing column. She held his long stiff prick by the base and guided the head towards her pussy. She was just an inch away with her splayed wet labia. She inched closer and made it possible for the head of his cock to touch into the folds of her moist vagina.
Now she pulled his cock back and forth, working it like a lever, and the spongy galvanized head of his cock worked in the wet leafy slipperiness of her pussy, pushing and pressing with deliberate accuracy against the twitching tip of her nerve-laden clitoris. She worked his thick hard cock back and forth with her small fist, constantly pressing the sensitized tip into the slippery wetness surrounding her clitoris.
"Ooooh, yeah, nooowwww I gotchya," she mumbled, closing her eyes and kissing him on the mouth as she continued to wield his cock like a flesh dildo against her secreting pussy lips and outer vagina. "Now I can make me cummmmm . . . Mmmmm . . . yeahhhhhhh.. . "
He could smell her vaginal juices on her lips as she bored into his mouth with her little tongue and darted here and there against the hollows of his cheeks like a minnow looking for shelter. He sucked on her tongue and gave her back some of his own, pressing his mouth muscle deeply into her throat.
She still worked his penis against the folds of her cuntal sheath, pressing and sliding, guiding the aroused head a little further into the tunnel itself. He could feel long smooth undulating muscles beginning to fold down and contract wetly around his thickened mushroom head. With one hand he reached around the well rounded smooth of her buttocks and pulled her forward into his crotch so that her pubis slid tight against the flat of his naked pelvis.
Now only her fist was separating his cock from completely penetrating into the depths of her belly. He reached down and tugged on her wrist, taking her hand out from between their two bodies. For a single instant he hesitated. He could feel the leafy wet folds of her pussy around the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes because he wanted to see the reaction on her face. He was going to fuck his cock into her belly so hard that she would never forget him. So far it had been her game, her fucking, her advance. Now it was going to be his. He was going to cram his cock into her belly and savor the instant. This was going to be his fuck.
She opened her eyes because she didn't understand what he was delaying about. She looked at him and asked: "Is something the matter?"
"No," he said, feeling his cock nearly twitching with desire, feeling his balls ache for the final push into her slippery gash, "nothing's the matter. I just wanted to make sure you wanted it."
"Oh, honey," she said, "I want it.. . Give it to me. Fuck me hard! Real hard!"
He let go and drove into her. Now he was zooming forward. It was as if this one stroke of his throbbing cock took forever. He slid like a hot knife into butter into the remote back wall of her pussy and kept on smashing forward. He was inside her and traveling, his balls slapping mercilessly against the upturned cheeks of her moist buttocks.
"Ooooh," she cried out painfully, her cunt full again with his manly cock. "Oooooohh, God.. . Oooooh . . . Oooooh.. . Ahhhhhh!! ! " It was like pain-and-pleasure combined. Her body responded with intensity, slapping up against him in an effort to keep him in place. She throatily moaned and cried for more, more of the penetrating hardness that impaled her to the sofa. She dug her cheeks of her ass into the bed underneath her and wailed softly about how hard his cock felt inside her. She could feel it, she told him, every inch of it.
He opened his eyes and looked down on her rapture contorted face. It was as if she was in some far away place. Her lips were curled back over her teeth, and her red flared nostrils sucked for breath. She panted and moaned as his cock cut into the depths of her aroused belly, filling her over . . . and over again!
Her thighs spread out wide so as to accommodate his lust-charged testicles as he slapped his cock into the hidden velvety folds of her slippery tunnel of love. His penis drilled into her again and again, boring in an onslaught of long awaited release.
"Ooooh, darling," she cried out softly, "ooooh, yes, fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . fuck me . . . fuck meeeeeeee!! ! "
He was moving at top speed, his prick working like a steel piston in and out of her slick pussy. The mushroom head of his cock caught on the twitching tip of her clitoris, rubbed it and stimulated her into paroxysms of joy. He could feel and enjoy the wanton sensation of the naked woman's pussy flowering open hotly around the thick, embedding flesh of his cock.
"You really do like it, don't you!" he panted heatedly at her.
Her head tossed in anguish, fanning her luscious blonde hair in a golden shimmering halo around her face. "Uuuhhnngghhh, yesssssss!! ! "
He pushed with his enormous cock into the depths of her belly, throbbing inside her until she wiggled and squirmed from the salacious movement far up in her cunt. She could stand it no more, she was his!
"Awwwwww, yes . . . yesssss!" she cried out. This was more than simply wanting to fuck him. This was a kind of submission, and unconsciously, he'd been looking for this.
Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as his hurtful thrusts deepened, frenetic skewering thrusts that filled her belly to overflowing with hard, pulsing cock! Each backward thrust slithered the whole glistening length of his moistened hardness from the girth clinging heat of her cuntal grip until just the purplish, blood-filled head remained in the warm, moist grip of her pussylips. Then, with a grunt that belched through the smirk on his'face, Jack would push forward again, sinking his sausage thick penis into the warm liquid depths of her vagina.
"It's deep in me.. . ! Yes! Make me cum again, Jack! Oh, make me cum again.. . ! " Her face was contorted with feverish passion and the veins that pulsed her lust-heated blood to her confused, dizzied brain stood out prominently on her neck like thick pulsing cords as her whole naked body tensed with incredible arousal. It was this kind of passion he'd longed to see in his young wife's body, before he divorced her, and it had been the frustration of never getting it which had driven him from her. Every deep boring thrust into Linda Burns's body with his thick, lust stiffened cock wound her tighter and tighter, and reminded him more and more of how angry he was at his former wife for depriving him of this kind of pleasure. He looked down at this veritable stranger and realized now that she was only seconds from the screaming, blind fury of a new climax and probably poly-orgasmic cuming!
His frantic punishing thrusts mellowed into a sensuous rhythm of unbelievable arousal.. . long deep slow movements that made his cock ease in and out of her cunt in a tempo of unspeakable incitement!
"You're quite a woman, Linda," he hissed between gasping breaths. "You've got a pussy like a snapping turtle.. . very nice!" His words excited her even more and she reached around him with the strength of a woman possessed, her sharp nails etching her passion into the naked flesh of his back as an inhuman whine gurgled up from her throat.
Suddenly, the naked blonde screamed hysterically and Jack feared for an instant that he had somehow damaged her or ripped something inside her and he steeled himself for a rush of warm blood.. . but it was merely the cresting of the naked blonde's passion!
Her hips ground upwards into his crotch and the flat of her smooth white pelvis went flush with the flat of his. Her lithe body trembled from head to toe! He smiled down into her contorted, rapturous face as he felt the flowering warmth of her orgasmic juices flooding around the piston thickness of his bloated cock, lubricating his thrusts so that they tunneled even deeper now between her naked labia. She groaned out her wanton desire, arching powerfully up off the sofa, and she went curling her toes in against the soles of her bare feet.
"Ooooohh. . . ! I'm cuming, Jack. . . ! Oooooh.. . ! I'm . . . Aaaaagghhhhhh.. . ! " He was nearly knocked off of her as she writhed and kicked and squirmed in a dozen directions at once, but he did not relent in his plundering ravishment. Instead, he kept his cock pumping meatily between her quaking loins and took her up and over the threshold of her climax! He watched her contort and spasm with wildly salacious desires until he tired of the sport and he knew she'd reached her limits. He knew that this was what he'd longed to see in his wife's body, in her face, and getting it from Linda Burns-well, it was almost the same thing.
He shuddered and groaned and felt the burning torrent of white hot cum gush up from his lust-bloated testicles like a warm sticky river. It raced heatedly along the underside of his prick and he moaned from the exquisite pleasure of the long awaited relief. A final throbbing jerk of his cock brought the spurting viscous liquid out of his balls and into the rapturous heat of her belly, filling her so completely that she moaned with shame and anguish, convinced that her belly was awash with cum!
Again and again it spurted until, at last, Jack sighed and the last drop oozed into the sloshing depths of her womb. Breathing heavily, he lifted his weight off of her and stood up. She was sobbing softly into a pillow, her beautiful belly smooth and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. When she turned over sideways and looked up at him, it was with complete tenderness and real concern. She liked the way he'd fucked her, appreciated it, and she was ready to say so.
"Funny how strangers can do for each other what husbands and wives can't seem to get around to sometimes."
"Yeah, funny," he murmured, content with his fuck of her pussy, but discontent with thoughts of his young wife again.
"About your wife," she said, "Your former wife. I think if you were to go to her, tell her gently what the problem was, maybe she'd come around. I used to be young myself. And I used to be afraid, too."
"You're kidding," he said, looking at her voluptuous smooth breasts and her still undulating belly.
She took a long breath. "No, I'm not kidding. I used to be a prude. I think if your wife's like me she might like it if you went to her and told her that you understood and that you wanted to try again-if she was willing."
He stared at her for a moment. Here he'd just fucked her and now she was actually reading his mind, about his interest which he still had for his former wife. "You mean it?"
"You love her still, don't you?" she said softly, one hand absentmindedly stroking her damp pubic hair and part of her thigh.
"Yes, well, I suppose there is still something there."
"Of course there is. Otherwise you wouldn't still be thinking about her." She glanced out the window. "It's morning now. Why don't you take her a cup of coffee. See what she says. Maybe she's changed some since you've been away. You never know."
"You're right," said youthful Jack Kurl with sudden enthusiasm. "You're absolutely right. I've got to go to her and get things straight. At least we can try. I have to give us at least one more chance. Don't you think so?"
Linda Burns, quite satisfied with the sex she'd had with young Jack, nodded happily. She said, "Yes, I think that's the least you can do, Jack. You have to go to her and at least try to get along again. After all, she was your wife. . . ! "
CHAPTER 7
"Are you ready to be of some assistance now, Lester?" Edward Calliber asked his naked side-kick and cohort who had finished masturbating himself a few moments before.
"Oh, yeah, boss. Sorry, I just couldn't wait. This little bitch is a real piece of ass. Just lookin' at her makes me stiffer 'an a board!"
"So I noticed," said black Brenda, massaging her left breast as she eyeballed Lester's thickening penis and then Susie Kurl's naked girlish thighs and the puckered pink lips in between. "And for a bisexual like me," she continued as she gawked at young Susan's pendular breasts, "she's a nice little piece too. How would baby doll like to eat out my cunt, eh, honey?" asked Brenda in as obscene a voice as possible.
"Not just yet, Brenda," said Edward Calliber. "First I wanna have this little piece of pie to myself. Then we can take turns givin' her and gettin' her specialty numbers. Okay?"
"Please," begged the naked teenage divorcee, "I don't know what you want from me . . . but please . . . no more sex.. . no more . . . "
"Ah, but you're going to enjoy this little trick, my sweet," said Edward Calliber, rubbing his palms together as if he had a bar of soap between them. "It's going to be something nice and arousing-just for you!" He turned to Lester and Brenda. "Grab her!"
Before she could even think twice, they had her again, Brenda holding her arms, Lester at her ankles. She'd thought they were going to leave her be, but no. No, they had her squirming, resistant body stretched spread-eagle again, and it seemed harder than ever to keep from relaxing and letting them easily have her. She wanted to physically protest this abuse, to keep them from having at her without trouble, but no matter how she pulled and scraped there seemed to be no way to stop them. Brenda was even tightening her hold up above, cinching the flesh of her wrists, and down below Lester was having no difficulty whatsoever getting her thighs open and spread as far as he wanted.
"That's the way, my friends," said Edward as he hunched over on hands and knees between Susie Kurl's outstretched thighs. His finger tips brushed along the inside of her loins in a tentative feel of her nubile inner thighs. "She has such soft, warm skin," he said, his eyes twinkling with delight as he drank in the lusty sight of her spectacular naked pussy. Her pubic fleece was silky and shiny with juices from the unwanted arousal she'd submitted to in sucking his cock, and the pouted pink lips-even without his touching the lovely, flaming labia-were pouting open, crinkled apart so that a portion of the inner slit could be seen.
He spread his palms and placed them flush with the tops of her thighs and let his hands slide deliciously forward with his thumbs coming into the hollows of her long slender legs, at the seams where her legs turned into pubis. She craned her neck and looked down to see the expression of lecherous delight that filled his face, and she shook her head from side to side, moaning like a bleating sheep, "Please . . . noooooo . . . please, Mr. Calliber . . . noooooo!"
"Hehn, hehn," he chortled, thumbs now pressing upwards so as to take hold of the moist leafy folds of her outer vagina. He pressed her labia apart, unfolding and separating the two moist lips, and watched as inside, despite her vocal protests, Susie Kurl's nerve-laden clitoris shined and twitched like an animated pearl. He let one thumb slip across the head of the blood-enlarged clit, and Susie's hips jerked as though they'd been hit with a million volts of electricity. She squirmed and snapped her pelvis upright, and on the down-stroke ground her buttocks into the carpet beneath her, pleading desperately against further sexual assaults on her galvanized clit, "Noooo, more, Mr. Calliber. Please! No more!"
Inside her body, Susie's blood was boiling. She'd never, in all the times they'd been to bed together, allowed her young husband to even think about such a vile act as this, and now, as Mr. Calliber rubbed his thumb to and fro across the tiny bud of her enlarged clit, she could not help but become conscious of the intense pleasure if afforded her vagina. She hated to admit it, but this further violation between her legs was doing nothing but stimulating her! She must try to resist, through, she told herself, and she wiggled and writhed for freedom, pressing her naked pelvis left and right, trying to snatch her ankles and wrists away from her captors-all to no avail.
"Uuuunnnn, God," she moaned as now his thumb slipped up higher between the leaves of her labia and entered the tunnel itself: "You shouldn't do that!"
"No, but I'm going to do that-and more!" He laughed sadistically and withdrew his thumb slightly from the moist wet folds of her velvety vagina.
Susie was sobbing softly, as if in some private grief, as she felt his hands clasping at more and more of her private parts. When she opened her eyes and looked up at Brenda's lascivious smile and realized that there would be no help from the voluptuous black girl. Down below, at her feet, she saw that Lester was getting as much of a thrill as was possible, enjoying watching her defilement.
"Ooooh," she moaned, feeling her intense helplessness. For now Edward Calliber had leaned up close to her pubis, and she could even feel his breath upon the bristly pubic hairs around her naked, vulnerable pussy.
Calliber looked up the length of Susie Kurl's taut girlish belly and up to the firm voluptuous swell of her breasts and he wanted badly to cup her nipples and fondle and kiss her breasts right then. The nipples were so inviting, though, that he could hardly keep from taking a quick little pinch and feel. He granted himself the luxury of one quick caress.
"Oooooohhhh!" Susie moaned in humiliation as his fingers closed over the rounded swell of her excited breast. He could feel the goose bumps on her tender young skin, and her nipple double-hardened immediately against his palm. It was stiff like a little rock. He could not stand the temptation to begin the luscious chore of tasting her pussy now, and he leaned into the vagina area with lips and tongue, beginning to make his hot probe into the secret passages of her genitals. She swayed from side to side in her hips in front of him, but thanks to Lester, her legs remained widely spread and open as Edward began the delicious eating.
Quickly, Susie became a writhing bundle of nervous energy and it was hard to tell whether her squirming was just anxious arousal or the shameful contortions of a young, innocent divorcee lost in the sinfulness of something long awaited! She moaned incessantly through her clean white teeth, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath, but Edward's tongue and lips seemed to bind her to the floor, to tack her to the carpeting in lustful paralysis! Susie's arms flailed out, but black Brenda kept her well under control! The young divorcee was open and vulnerable to the deeply laving insistence of the promoter's tongue, and no matter how she wanted to resist the passions welling up in her thighs and belly, it was becoming harder and harder.
She groaned pitifully in her shame and her eyes gushed with the salty sting of tears, but something worst than the shame of submission was on her mind . . . the tremorous flames of her own passion! How could she call this wanton, wicked and forbidden act of lust by these cruel assailants "rape" when in fact her blood was beginning to boil and her legs were getting covered with chills? She could no longer pretend that she didn't feel this sexual arousal in her body, the insistent urgings of her own shameless sexuality as Edward's tongue and lips hotly massaged the soft pink flesh of her pussy?
His tongue dug in deep and splayed the warm moist folds of her vagina and squirmed deeply into the orifice of her cunt, then swiped along the steaming fissure of her pussy to the nerve-laden little bud of her clitoris! She moaned in abject shame as his tongue worked over the trembling pearl of her clit and rippling shivers of rising passion surged through her naked loins and into the quivering pink tips of her nipples.
He pushed her legs back even farther, open wider, levering her supple thighs so that her naked moist cleft was fully accessible to his tongue and lips. A wicked thought flashed in his mind, and he lashed out with his tongue tip . . . right into the taut little nether hole of her anus!
Susie groaned with incredible shame and defilement raging in her brain. There was no way for her to deny the lush pleasure she'd suddenly felt, and yet here she was, supposedly under attack, feeling nothing but generous about her inner emotions! She groaned with new and even deeper humiliation as he returned to licking the folds of her involuntarily responsive vagina. Her body wriggled under this salacious assault as a thousand volts of electric shame raced through her nerves. Her eyes rolled and her eyelids fluttered as his tongue hotly speared at the forbidden tip of her clit, and then dug in deep, into the well of her long, undulating satiny tunnel.
"Ooooh, nooooooo!" she cried out. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Ha!" chortled Edward Calliber, pulling out and wiping his lips of her clit juice with the back of his hand. "I don't know what I'm doing, eh?" While he took a short breather, he applied two bony fingers to the outer lips of her pussy and rubbed up and down until he could see the swelling signs of arousal. "Look at those labia, Lester. She getting hot or what?"
"Oooh, yeah, boss, and her clit, too," hissed the assistant promoter. "She's getting real hot!"
He leaned down again and pressed his mouth around the open hair-rimmed slit, and then he began to concentrate on flicking his tongue back and forth across the slippery juice-coated bud of her responsive clitoris.
"Uuuuuuhhhh, God," she winced, as though it were pain to her flesh, and she whined deeply at the thought of how pleasurable it was, and how vile they were to make her feel this way against her will. She was submitting, slowly but surely submitting, and soon, she knew, she would not be able to resist. She heard him chuckling, laughing at her shame and helplessness, and then she felt the even deeper insinuation of his tongue tip there between the lips of her defenseless pussy. Her buttocks clenched tightly in a last desperate attempt to force him away from this incredible pleasuring of her vagina!
"P-Please," she moaned with fast-rising abandon, as much afraid of the surging strength of her own passions as his. Her breasts rose and fell as she choked for air to fill her lungs and her naked pink nipples hardened with the surging heat of her own wanton desires. She cried openly now, sobbing with shame and despair as she felt the walls of her self-respect, pride, and righteousness beginning to crumble and fail against the onslaught of his ravishing tongue. Her naked buttocks began to wriggle against the carpet below, in one last desperate attempt to escape the intense thrill of his licking tongue.
Though her whole slender young body was squirming and writhing with the fast-consuming heat of her own passions and desires, Susie still fought back as best she could, still attempted to resist the incredible heat which grew like a gasoline fire in her belly and loins.
I can't let this happen this way! I can't surrender to this awful burning heat in my thighs, I just can't! I could never face anyone . . . especially Jack.. . if I gave way! I must hold on . . . I must. . . I must! God, what's happening to me? Am I turning into some kind of nymphomaniac? Oh, that tongue . . . Noooo . . . Nooooooo. . . !
With the last summoned strength of her own morality, Susie struggled to squirm away from his hotly caressing lips. She was nakedly ashamed and sobbing with humiliating remorse as the full crushing awareness slammed into her like a speeding freight train . . . she didn't really want to escape! She was secretly enjoying it, wallowing in the vile despair of being physically molested and excited by three naked strangers! .
Her teeth ground together desperately as she tried futilely to resist, to turn the tide of her own engulfing passion . . . but it was far too late! She was utterly without defenses now, nearly totally abandoned to the tempestuous ragings of her own feminine passions. She wriggled hard against his face and lips, her ass cheeks clenching at the furry carpet below as she salaciously pressed the heat of her loins upwards at Edward's face and tongue.
Calliber looked up from between the young divorcee's thighs and regarded her passion-contorted face. "Now that's a lot more like it, honey! You got a nice wet cunt here, and it shows . . . Don't it feel better like this now? Eh? Mmmmm?"
Before she could respond, he burrowed his face between her thighs like he was rooting for something, his cheeks tickling from the wispy curls of her dewy pubic hair as she ground her naked loins involuntarily up against his mouth for the satisfactions she was most trying to escape! "Ahhhh, Goddddd, noooooo," she cried in a throaty whisper as she felt her body slipping away from the controls of her mental resistance. She was getting more and more aroused by the oral lavings at her pussy, and there seemed to be no way to slow down the consequences. Inside her she felt a developing lubricating sensation, as if the walls of her velvety interior were awash with a hot liquid secretion.
"She's getting good and ready," said Lester who watched with bulging eyes as his boss continued to lick and suck the young girl's pussy. "She looks to me like she's gettin' really hot!"
"Yeah," said Brenda, "hotter than I ever seen any young bitch get before!" The black woman took hold of the divorcee's wrists with one hand and thus freed one of her own hands for a ramble and a squeeze at Susie's breast. Brenda reached out and tentatively put her palm down over Susie's nipple and breast. She touched it lightly and squeezed, pressing the soft resilient mound into her fingers, kneading the breast and tugging away at it.. . especially at the nipple.
"Oooh, God," cried Susie, opening her eyes and seeing the rapturous look of debauchery on the young black girl's face. Another hand reached from below-it was Edward's-and it took hold of her other breast, clutching it and rolling the smooth slope and tugging at the lust-hardened tip of the nipple.
"Ahhhhiieeeee," cried the divorced teenager, her belly and breasts quivering with unwanted desire as the two hands incessantly, remorsefully pressed her breasts and nipples, and as the tongue below continued to lave between her girlish thighs. "Uuuuhhhhhh," she groaned in guttural unwanted lechery, her cunt raging with the intense heats of forbidden desire. She was making throaty gurgling noises, and her tender loins were slick and moist with heat and lubricating juices that had spread out from her inner pussy.
"Uuuuuunnhhhhhh," she moaned again at the dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined crevice of her inflamed pussy, his hot tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her cunt lips, while soft, escaping sounds of bliss arose in her throat. She felt his thumb working again at the fever-flushed edges of her cunt, and then he laced his hot, wet tongue ravishingly up through the raw, moistened flesh!
She groaned, gasped, and twitched spasmodically beneath Brenda's lustfully hungering mouth and tongue, for now the voluptuous black woman was leaning over and tongue sucking and biting at her swollen, tingly breast, while Calliber, between her legs, continued to orally invade her vagina, occasionally licking upward to suck in and out again her erect, tiny nerve plexus at the core of her spread-open nakedness.
"Oooooh . . . oh God . . . ooooohhhh . . . ooohhhhhh," she feebly cried, sensing some deep heat beginning to churn in her belly from the intense tongue-fucking at the lips of her vagina.
"You can leave go of her legs now," said Edward Calliber to Lester. "Go on up front and give her a taste of what you got for her, man . . . "
What on earth? She couldn't believe her ears . . . What were they thinking of doing now? What was that man coming up around for? She felt her legs go free, and though she tried to scissor them closed, she knew it was a vain effort-for already Edward Calliber had lodged his face and hands between her loins in what was beginning to feel like a permanent wedge. Her legs were splayed as far as they could go, and there was just no getting them back together again. His tongue was buried inside her vagina. And the other man was coming around in front . . . spreading his legs above her. . . and. . . and. . . oooooh, God, he was going to sit down on her face!! !
CHAPTER 8
"That's it," groaned Edward Calliber, "just spread your legs over her-put your feet on either side of her face-and squat down. There you go!"
Lester Boone was taking an obscene position over her face, facing Edward. He squatted down-Brenda had to move so that he could do it-until his full, lust-bloated balls dangled above her nose and mouth and the little brown hole of his hairless anus nearly touched her nose.
"Please," she sobbed in desperate, terrified humiliation, "You can't make me do that.. . Noooooo . . . " But it was already too late. He came down upon her, his hairy scrotal sac rubbing and pressing against the side of her face and then against her nose and then lower, his testicles pressing against her lips.
"Suck him there, honey," said Edward Calliber from below, "or I'll make things very, very hard on you!"
She tried to look the other way, to shut her mouth, but there seemed to be no avoiding Lester Boone's balls. His cock was stiffening against her chin and then jutting outwards, and he was so close that if she'd been of a mind to do it, she could have counted the cartilaginous rings that circled the heavy seven inch thickness of his penis.
Before she knew it, she'd opened her mouth-for breath-and one of his balls had slipped into place between her lips. She had no choice but to kiss it away . . . to try and tongue it out of her face.
"Oooooh, yeah," cried Lester Boone, leaning down with both hands and cupping her firm, resilient breasts for support and pleasure, "she's got me by the balls right now, man! Ooooh, yeah . . . and I love it!"
A moment later and he groaned and began rising up again. She watched his balls slip away from her taunted face, and then he took another position alongside her so that his stiffened cock was bouncing at her tremulous lips. With one hand he forced his cock down towards her and with the other pulled her face into his crotch by grabbing the back of her neck.
She couldn't even protest when his cock-head went sliding smoothly into position between her lips, the spongy head slipping into the back of her naked throat and pressing into the tightness of her gullet.
"Uuuuuhhhh . . . " she gurgled and gasped, her arms starting to flail, but a pair of hands took hold of her wrists-Brenda's most likely, but she couldn't tell for sure-and down below, as if to complicate things once again, she felt the charging fullness of thumbs and tongue taking over her pussy.
Oh, God, it's too much! The two of them working on her body at the same time, what chance did she have? Her brain raced in blinding, unwanted lecherous abandon, and despite herself she found her lips and tongue sucking voraciously at Lester's pulsing, hard cock, knowing from her earlier experience that in a moment he'd be squirting the hot contents of his balls into her moist warm mouth. She could feel his palms pressing at her prickling breasts, and the tongue between her legs was simultaneously sending fantastic shock waves of intensive delight racing through her steaming cunt and quivering belly! God . . . she was in some other land . . . some sort of perverse sexual nightmare . . . and what was making it hard to take . . . worse than she could ever have imagined something like this to be . . . was the fact that she was submitting . . . giving way to the awful, horrifying humiliation . . . and taking her over completely now.. . slowly but surely taking her over . . . was the incredible sensation of pure, unadulterated total pleasure!
"Oh . . . oooh, man! Shit! I'm going to cum!" gasped Lester. "Oooh, suck it harder. Suck it hard! I'm-I'mcummmminnnngggg. . . ! "
In seconds, Susie's mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy white sperm that splattered down her swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath while she gulped with wanton hunger at the thick, burning nectar ejaculating from his pumping, hammering cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, she felt an increasing rapture building in her own thighs, something that she'd never known possible before. Somehow, the combination of that squirting hot jism pouring down her throat and the laving of the tongue between her thighs was beginning to have some unexpected effect. She didn't know what it was, but as she felt Lester's cock growing flaccid in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, licking it feverishly for the last drop, she realized that she was much more involved in this scene than when it began. Suddenly Lester pulled away and she felt a line of jism dripping down her chin. She was about to wipe it from her face when she became conscious of the fact that black Brenda still held her arms pinned to the floor beside her.
"I'll get that for you though," said Brenda, and she leaned over, with her voluptuous black breasts and large distended nipples leading the way, and leaned down and licked the line of sperm from Susie's chin and then kissed the divorced teenager square on the lips, her tongue charging Susie's mouth suddenly full-even before she had a chance to take another breath. She sucked plaintively at the new fleshiness in her lips, like a puppy on a teat, and felt Brenda's hands beginning to work on her tingling breasts.
A moment later Brenda pulled away from Susie's mouth and began simply licking her breast. Susie lifted her head to gape down at Edward Calliber between her widespread thighs, her passion suddenly more intense than she could ever remember it, and she realized that she was actually somehow enjoying this wild ravishment of her innocent flesh. At least, she figured, it would be over soon now.
But then, almost as she had the thought, Edward sat up. "I think it's time to do some of the real thing-don't you, Susie?"
"The-the-the real thing?" she stammered, her brain only half-registering out of the daze of wanton passion that seemed to dull her senses. "Wh-What do you mean, the real thing?"
"Why I mean fucking, naturally!" he chortled and started climbing up onto her body, kissing her belly and arriving at her breasts, pushing Brenda aside and saying, "Let me take care of this now, Brenda. It's going to be a nice sweet little piece of ass. Isn't it, Susie. . . ? A nice little sweet piece of ass for Mr. Calliber . . . "
She could hear the words, but somehow, in her dazed condition, she could not make sense of them.
CHAPTER 9
Calliber's glazed eyes protruded like nuggets on a frog's head. She could see him, but more than the spectacle of his lust-dazed face she could feel his cock rubbing between her legs, the spongy cap pressing along the smooth heat of her inner thigh. "P-Please," she moaned, "haven't you had enough . . . of me.. . ? "
"Just beginning, little darling," he said. "We're just beginning . . . "
An icy tremor of sickened fear washed through Susie's body as she became aware that there was absolutely no way she could defend herself against him. Her body was limp with fatigue and ripe with kindled wantonness.
Suddenly Edward Calliber did something she would never forget. He picked her up by the waist and heaved her sideways and around about so that she ended up above him, with him on his back. He held her at the hips, his muscular hands holding her upright over his naked waist and stiffened cock, and told her, "Get that cunt of yours up and stuff my cock into it before I drop you and slap the shit out of you. . . ! "
Susie's fogged brain swam with the building, masochistic lust his obscene words and lewd demands were firing inside her seething flanks and belly. She squirmed whimperingly to right herself above and over his massive body, placing her knees on either side of his hips. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened cunt, spreading the flushed, hair-lined lips apart to expose its glistening moist pinkness to his lecherous gaze. His fingertips began to furiously work on her tiny, erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state, until with a gasp, she raised to her knees. She grasped at his thick pulsating cock with her small hand, and moaningly tried to worm its thick, mushroomed knob into the wet, palpitating hole of her flowering vagina.
"Oh, yeah, little honey," he hissed up at her, "now you're getting the hang of it.. . ! That's the way to do it.. . ! " She knew it was wrong; a vile thing to do, but she couldn't help herself. She felt empty and needful inside, as if she were starving in her belly and the only thing that would take the emptiness away was his long thick probing cock! "Oh, please . . . help me! Get it in! Get it in!" she cried, her erectly swollen breasts swaying and quivering on her chest as she squirmed her golden-hued flanks over the blunt head of his angry, towering hardness.
Her voice was so pitiable, her moaning so loud and desperate that no one in the room heard the key slip into the lock from the other side of the door. Nor did they hear the handle turn and the door swing open. And finally, they heard the hushed gasps of Jack Kurl, Susie's former young husband, as he witnessed his supposedly prudish wife crying for help in getting Edward Calliber's huge throbbing cock into her slippery little pussy.. . I He stood in total awe at the door watching this surprising scene of debauchery and defilement, the anger rising in his veins, for he'd come home in the hopes of making up with his ex-wife, with the once prudish teenager girl, and now he found her in the throes of what could only be described as total abandonment!
"Oooh, please! Help me!" cried the teenager girl, her loins swollen with desire. "Put it in me! Put it innnnn.. . ! "
Edward Calliber shifted his weight between her comely thighs and pushed upwards. Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the small elastic mouth to the inflated rubbery head pressing with unrelenting force into her tight wet vagina raised a guttural cry of agony from deep in Susie's throat.. .
"Aaaaauuuuggghhhh . . . " she painfully grunted at the stretching of her sensitive cuntal opening as it wormed in just beyond the coronal rim. She cried out once again before beginning to slide down onto it, her groans slowly changing to small whimpers as it slid up into her like a hotly greased, unending log.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge, impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were going to paralyze her for life. Then, she slowly raised up off of it so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view almost to the angry ring of his purple cock-head, and then with a hot gasp, she sank down again, flattening her soft loins against his, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge cock inside her hot, clasping channel beyond her cervix toward her belly!
"Holy shit!" hissed Jack Kurl. "I would never have believed it!" Suddenly the others turned and saw him standing there. Brenda and Lester chuckled and said something about how one never knew about one's wife until one saw her with another man! He shook his head in dumbfounded awe, hurt, and agony and rage. "I don't believe it," he said again.
"Get closer," whispered Brenda. "You might be pissed, but you might want to see up close, too, eh?" The young black woman seemed to read his mind. He was comforted by that and followed her directions to get closer to where Edward Calliber lay on his back with his young wife straddling his cock.
Jack watched the rounded white mounds of his prudish wife's buttocks and Edward's thick rod of sleek hardness disappearing up into the stretched pinkness of her hair-fringed hole! "She's taking the whole fucking thing up in her cunt," he his-, sed to himself. "When I was with her I could barely even finger fuck her-she was so cold! And just look at her now!"
Underneath the rapidly submitting teenager, Edward Calliber grunted, his breath jerking from his chest as he pressed his legs together and thrust his hips rhythmically upward as Susie descended. He felt their hot bodies slapping against one another at their sexual junction, raising a pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats.
Susie rode up and down the huge, pleasure-pressing cock in flaming, masochistic passion. She had no idea that her former husband was in the room, just a foot or two away from her. Nor did she realize that she'd given way almost completely to this brutal seduction of her flesh. Now she was becoming, in fact, more and more animalish. Less and less, her brain gave out resistances, but no amount of thinking could slow down the furious passions which were licking her thighs and making her belly quiver with more and more intense desires.
Oh, God, yes, she was punishing herself, she reasoned, smashing his hot thick hardness right up into her grotesquely expanded vagina beyond her tingling womb. Oh. . . oh. . .it was almost becoming painfully exhilarating, almost mesmerizing in the sweet agony. . . !
"There's something you can do," hissed Brenda Sweets to Jack Kurl who was furious with rage now upon seeing his newly liberated wife responding with pants and groans and heaves of desire to a complete stranger.
"What's that?" asked Jack.
"He ain't touched her anus . . . not even with his finger . . . "
"That's right," confirmed Lester Boone. "He might have licked it once, but that's all. She's virgin in her asshole.. . ! Might do her there myself if I get the chance . . . " He snickered and sat on the sofa, realizing that the irate husband was interested in only one thing: revenge!
"Yeah," said Jack Kurl, his nostrils flaring as he began to remove his trousers. For a moment he thought about what Linda Burns had told him on Ventura Boulevard, about kindness and gentleness, and he looked at his debauched wife riding a veritable stranger with the intensity of wild fire, and he knew that he was no longer interested in proving his teenager wife with kindness. In fact, he was interested in just the opposite-in complete and total sodomization of her asshole, as quickly as he could get into her!
Susie leaned on Edward Calliber's hairy moist chest with spread fingers and palms and rode her flanks downwards on his thick, upturned cock, accepting the power of his stroking penis into the depths of her belly. She laid down on him, next, and enjoyed the rhythmic hammering of her body and his . . . though in reality she hardly even knew who he was. In the back of her mind she was wondering what it was that had prevented her from enjoying this kind of sex with her former husband, Jack Kurl!
And then she felt fingers parting the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks . . . and . . . probing at the sensitive tiny raised circle of her tiny anus.. . ! Though the initial contact aroused new unleashed passion in her sensuously fired and lust-crushed brain and straining body, a more insistent prodding began to hurt. Her face registered agony from the growing torment and she began to struggle against it. Yet she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the depths of her wanting belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure the thrusting finger-which she assumed to be Edward Calliber's-and felt it begin to worm its way into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum. . . !
"Aaaahhh . . . oooohhhh . . . noooo . . . noooo!" she uncontrollably gasped, uselessly trying to clench the splayed white moons of her ass closer to this sudden lewd invasion. "Not back there," she moaned at Edward Calliber. "You can't be thinking about doing it back there. . . ! It'll kill me!
No, you mustn't.. . ! "
"Me? Tell your husband about it, honey. I'm just laying here enjoying the view."
"Wh-What? My-My-husband?" She craned her neck back around so that she could look behind her, and there, on hands and knees between her parted thighs, his face a grim picture of revenge, consternation and rage, was indeed Jack Kurl, and it was his thick finger which just now popped out of her rubbery sphincter with a lewd plopping noise.
"Nice an' tight baby. I'm gonna enjoy this no end!"
"Ooooh, Jack, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be here, Jack . . . "
"I thought I'd stop by, honey," he said, mechanically answering her with sarcasm evident in his voice as he spat on his fingers and spread saliva from his finger on her ass flesh.
"Oooh, no, Jack!" she cried. "Please, not there, darling! No, it'll never fit! You'll break me in two, honey. Not in my ass . . . ! ", "You know," he said, keeping his voice calm and cool, "I came by thinking that maybe if I was nice to you I could get you to warm up. A real nice lady told me that she used to be afraid of sex and all, and that maybe I should try being all lovey-dovey and all.. . . " He stopped and spread more saliva on his fingers and pressed one finger into her ass crease and drenched the narrow space with spit. "But now I see that you're really interested in only one thing, and that's getting it real hard and tough. Well, that's what I'm gonna do for you now, too, honey. Hard and tough and right on up your asshole!"
She started to protest his intent to sodomize her buttocks when he lifted his hand and slapped her across the cheeks of her ass.
"Oooooh, no, Jack . . . Please . . . nooooooooo!! ! "
"Come on, man," said Edward Calliber who was fucking into her cunt from underneath. "If you're gonna do it, get started. I ain't got all day under here, ya know."
Jack Kurl looked down at Edward Calliber, the last man he expected to see fucking his former wife, and he said, "Keep fucking her, man. I got to get her asshole good and wet, don't I?"
"Have Brenda do it," grunted Calliber. "Brenda, wet her ass down for him . . . "
Jack moved out of the way and black Brenda leaned her face down to Susie Kurl's naked ass cheeks. She splayed the white moon flesh apart and speared into the tiny bud of Susie's anus with the tip of her moist, experienced tongue. She burrowed in like a gopher searching for a new home, her black cheeks flush with Susie's white buttocks and ass crack.
"Oooh," cried the young white girl, her ass filled with moist wet reaming tongue flesh, "oooooh, God!" The combination of the two organs-the tongue in her ass, the cock in her cunt-took her young breath away. She felt her body conceding the battle, as if she was going to submit to the most humiliating treatment possible without so much as a single wiggle more of struggle!
"There you go," said Brenda, pulling out and away from the little wetted anal nest. "She's all yours now!"
Jack leaned into the tiny puckering sphincter with his throbbing cock in hand, and he pressed the spongy blunted tip of his veined cock into the narrow heated space above his ex wife's rectum. Susie could feel that rubbery object pressed against her cringing asshole! My God. . .it was his cock! she exclaimed in her mind. He DID intend to fuck her back there.. . !
"Ooooh . . . stop, damn you! Stop it . . . my God . . . ! " she cried out in a shrill, ear-piercing wail, writhing violently as she tried to get away from the unbelievable intruding pressure of her enraged husband's thickly throbbing cock. But his powerful hands held her fast while his thick cock pressed against the tiny ring of her tightly clenched rectum. It opened up reluctantly to encircle the head of his bloated throbbing penis!
"Oooooh . . . ooooohhhh . . . you're ripping me!" she bleated and half-screamed as she felt it worming its way unceasingly into the yielding rubbery depths to join the other buried in the clutching recesses of her hot pussy . . . !
"UUUUUUHHHHHH, GODDDDDD, FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!! ! " she wailed in uninhibited agony as the incredible stiffness worked into the smooth, shocked insides of her long, once-virginal anus and rectum. "AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH, SHHHHEEEZZZEEEEEEE!! ! " she wailed in unspeakable hurt as the large, throbbing, hot poke muscle gouged into the depths of her back belly. "UUUUUGGGH-HHHHH, AWWWWWGGHHHHHHH-HH," she grunted again and again.
Her nails dug into the carpet and she strained backwards, trying fruitlessly to avoid the avenging sword of hot cock that stabbed mercilessly into the soft inner tissue of her rectum. For a moment or two the pain was so great that she lost complete track of the pleasurable fuck her pussy was receiving from the upward thrusts of Edward Calliber's stroking prick.
"You're in now!" grunted Calliber from underneath. "You've got her tacked down good and tight, eh? Here, see if this loosens her up some . . . ! " With that, he reached around and took hold of the cheeks of the teenager's ass and pryed them back and apart.
Jack felt his cock slide forward another precious inch, into the buttery depths of his former wife's virgin asshole. With relish, he flipped his hips and enjoyed the privilege of working his blood-engorged cockhead another precious inch into the depths of Susie's ravished rectum.
"Ahhhhh, Jack.. . nooooooo!" she wailed in a soft, hurt voice. "Nooo, Jack . . . Noooooooo . . . ! " But it was much too late for resistance of this sort. Her belly in front was full up with the stranger's cock, and her asshole in back had given way completely to the stiff probe of her former husband's gargantuan cock. "Oooohhhh . . . ooooh . . . oooooh," she moaned in rhythm with the two thrusting cocks which filled her twin pelvic apertures with heated male columns of flesh. "Arrrrgghhh . . . arggghhhhh . . . arggghhhhhh . . . . "
At first she was just moving and grunting in order to keep track, in order to breathe and stay comfortable during the incredible sandwiching of her small, girlish body. Her sensitive loins and her heated inner thighs were working at full speed just to keep abreast of the shifting weights of the two men. She breathed for survival, panted for existence-not for pleasure. At least, at first that's how it was.
But as the buffeting fucking of her body and two holes continued, the agony of pressure in her buttocks and the thick ache in her rectum turned to something else. It was as if her body had begun to yield to all sensations, to accept all stimuli as . . . pleasurable! Indeed, now that she could feel Jack's cock slowly pistoning in her rectum, she knew that there was something more than the agony of defeat and the humiliation of sodomy involved. There was an additional sensation, one that no one in a thousand years could ever have made her believe had she not felt it just then herself-it was the pleasure of his cock up her asshole!
Yes, in fact, she was actually beginning to enjoy the thick mushroom headed poker as it worked into the depths of her rectum. She began to pump backwards, tentatively at first, for she wasn't really quite sure that she could trust her own feelings in this regard. Maybe it was just something temporary, something that for a moment seemed to be pleasurable. Maybe the pain would return if she wasn't careful. So she cautiously lifted her young white buttocks backwards against the driving steely feel of his cock, and yes, the pleasure remained. Masochistic, blind lust, feverish insanity-whatever it was, she now knew that she was actually enjoying the feel of that flesh prong buried and drilling deeper into her virgin rectum.
"Ahhhhhh, yessssss," she hissed under her breath at one point.
"What?" asked Edward Calliber. "Do my ears belie me? What did you say, dearie?"
"I think she likes it," said Jack Kurl. "I don't believe it, but I think she likes it!" He pumped hard, pushing the blunted tip of his thickened cock even a bit deeper into his young ex wife's asshole.
"Uuuuuhhhh, goood," she responded quietly. "A little more," she added serenely. "A little more of that serpent there," and she craned her neck back and strained to look behind her. "Yes, you Jack, fuck me harder back there . . . fuck me harder . . . ! "
Jack could hardly believe his eyes and ears. His own once-prudish wife was now bleating for more hot cock up her ass! It was like a complete transformation had occurred, one that he could hardly even begin to explain. He took hold of her smooth, tanned shoulders and pulled her back so that her breasts were away from Edward's chest, and he reached around in front and cupped them with both hands while flipping his hips up and down so as to begin sawing his cock in and out of her now thoroughly loosened asshole.
"Oooooh, yes," she cried out. "Ooooh, Jack yesssssss . . . ! "
"Your little wife's singin' a different tune now, isn't she, Jack?" chortled Edward Calliber from underneath. "She knows something she didn't know when I got here last night, doesn't she Jack . . . ! "
"You bastard!" hissed Jack Kurl, and his renewed rage was the motivation for him to go slapping that much harder with the flat of his pelvis driving his cock that much deeper into the depths of Susie's nether hole!
"Uuuuuuhhh, God, fuck me, you two! Fuck meeeeeee!"
"Look at that," said Lester Boone to Brenda Sweets who had been sitting on the sidelines watching and enjoying every stroke. "Look at the way they're doing her! It's really something, eh?"
"Yeah," said Brenda, softly musing.
"Almost makes me jealous . . . "
Lester's face was only inches from the pair of thick wet cocks plunging sleekly into the voluptuous naked blonde's grotesquely stretched cunt and asshole canals. He watched, hypnotized as the frayed pink edges of her inner cunt were being extracted on Edward's cock on the out-stroke, then disappearing again when he rammed it back up into her belly. But the lewdest sight was Jack's thick cock wetly sucking back out of her, tugging the tight coral ridges of her clasping expanding asshole with it, to fluidly vanish back up inside her again when he fucked back into her! Fuck, he couldn't stand it just to watch anymore! He had to have some of the action for himself, before he blew his Goddamned mind . . . !
Susie continued to moan unconsciously through her lust-twisted lips as she strove to move with the twosome fucking into her with a steady cadence. Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly abandoned to wanton lust in her entire life! She wished there was some way, in fact, that she could watch their huge cocks fucking up inside her wetly stretched cunt and down inside her rectum, but she could only mentally visualize, and the mere thought of the grotesque, unnatural coupling, for some perverse reason, sent chills of lust soaring through her nakedly writhing body. She saw her full, whitely sloping breasts dancing beneath her writhing perspiring body, their hardened nipples occasionally pressed between Jack's curved, tugging finger, while her long blonde tresses flailed wildly about in the air as she tossed her head from side to side. Dear God, their cocks were growing. . . growing ever deeper inside the twin, cock-filled passages of her belly . . . !
And then, in front of her, his eyes lit up with lecherousness, his prick in his hand, there appeared Lester Boone. He was massaging himself, pulling on the skin of his penis, working his prick into a ripe full erection. "Wh-What are you doing, Lester?" she asked somehow coming to her senses enough to realize that he had something in mind for her. Instinctively, now wantonly, she licked her lips and nodded before he answered. "Come here," she said, "come here and put it in my mouth . . . "
He stepped forward, as was his intention, and supplied the teenager divorcee with yet another hardness for her ravished body. He stepped up to her uplifted face and crouched so as to make access possible and pressed into her abandoned mouth with quick accuracy, supplying her inner throat with at least five inches of her gargantuan cock.
"Aaaaahhhh," she gurgled around it as she now proudly possessed three throbbing cocks at once in her lust-wracked body. Brenda sat on the sofa with her black loins spread wide and panted with delight. "Ahhhhh," groaned Susie Kurl, and Brenda could stand it no longer. She slipped two fingers into her own pussy and began masturbating herself gleefully. She located her hot little clit and pulled on it with a joyous sense of relief. "It ain't much," sighed the black girl, "but it's all I got and I think it'll get me there . . . ! "
Lester pushed forward and backward with his belly and thus worked his prick into a quick frenzy in the ovaled lips of the young girl. His penis was throbbing and ready, and the excitement was quick to affect him. He began to shoot out a load of hot semen before even he had thought it possible.
Young Susie swallowed up the hot salvos of semen with incredible ease, getting every last drop down her throat. She kept a steady rhythm with the two men who were still fucking into her belly, one underneath, one from behind. Somehow, she reasoned in her lust-maddened brain, this was the way it was always supposed to be . . . ! This was the kind of real sexual fulfillment that deep in her heart she'd longed for since the day she turned twelve. It was, at long last, a step toward real sexual satisfaction. She could abandon herself in any direction and come up with cock and gratifying fuck strokes . . . ! It was, in some sense of the word, the perfect punishment and the best lesson . . . a kind of terrific ecstasy just made for her!
So it was that she gladly licked off and swallowed down the last drops of semen from Lester Boone's deflating withdrawing phallus. She reluctantly let loose of the thick mushroom cockhead as it slipped from the confines of her ovaled wet lips. He drew away and sat on the sofa next to black Brenda who was now palming her own breasts and finger-fucking her own pussy faster than ever.
"Ahhh, God, yes," grunted Susie Kurl, her body being buffeted between the two virile cocks as the two men pumped and hammered at her young buttocks and soft flanks. They worked hard to keep their cocks sawing to and fro in the narrow heated portals of her two pelvic orifices, working their pricks like dual jackhammers, hoping to evince from her young body the final delights.
All sense of moral decency had been blotted from Susie's mind in the wave after wave of ecstatic sensations that were all but masochistically consuming her girlish thighs and ass-cheeks. Nothing mattered any longer except the magnificently hard male columns fucking into her, and she rocked wantonly in rhythm with their lust-filled attack, pumping downwards to get more of the one, and then rearing back to get more of the other: pussy.. . rectum.. . pussy . . . rectum-it was like a primitive chant, a basic beat which was taking over her pelvis entirely! She was, in the truest sense, fucking her brains out!
"Aaaaauuugghh.. . fuck.. . me.. . fuck me hard! Oh, God.. . I can feel both of your cocks inside me! Oooohhhhggg . . . ooohhhhggg.. ooooohhh . . . faster . . . harder . . . make me cummmmmm.. . ! ! ! ! "
She begged the two men to fuck into her harder than ever, to give her the final satisfaction for which she now suspected her body to be longing for. She envisioned their totally obscene ravishment of her intensively seething body, their two pricks sawing in and out of her genitals, and the image it held drove her onwards in her search for the peak of her cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever, this search for gratification.. . the mounting, blinding ecstasy of it . . . the hands and legs and clutching fingers which ravished her breasts and tugged on her nipples . . . the mouths biting at her shoulders . . . or sucking the hollow in her neck.. . the two cocks devilishly strong and stabbing with relentless fury into the depths of her lust-wracked belly! Her dazed brain reeled . . . and nothing else in this world mattered but the tremendous sensations of blissful rapture . . . about to burst inside her!
"How are you doing over there, buddy?" Edward asked of young Jack Kurl who was furiously pumping his cock into Susie's tightly contracting rectum.
"Tight as a drum, man," he said. "The greatest . . . " He paused and then said, "I guess in a way I owe you a favor, Mr. Calliber. If it weren't for you . . . " He fucked twice in and out of his former wife's anus. ". . .I wouldn't be here right now!"
"Forget that shit, man, and let's get this little honey of yours all the way home eh?! "
"You bet!" cried Jack Kurl. "All the way home!"
"Ready?"
"READY!" exclaimed Jack.
"GO!" And with that, Edward Calliber began counting off a steady rhythmic beat: "ONE, IN . . . TWO, OUT . . . THREE, IN . . . FOUR, OUT . . . FIVE, IN . . . "
"FUUUUCCCKKKKK!! ! " cried the teenage girl, her pussy and rectum suffused with hot throbbing cock. She felt the two surging, pumping cocks cramming in one steady, unified beat, and she could hardly deny herself the ultimate ecstasy of the moment. It was like some huge welling success was building up inside her belly, as if she was going to float off into a land made only of perfect bliss!
The two men bucked and writhed on either side of her, working her like a wild perfect sex machine one designed to make her body into a cavern of lascivious delight, and no matter which way she attempted to move, she was being filled again and again from both ends . . . by the two hard pressing cocks. "Awwwwwwww, yessssss . . . yeahhhhhhh . . . " she hissed through her clenched lips and she panted for breath with which to complete this final devastatingly intense moment of pure sensuous thrill.
The thick-headed cocks drilled relentlessly into the sweet buttery depths of her desire-laden flesh, each punishing stroke bringing her that much closer to the ultimate pleasure of orgasmic climax. Her inner belly was burning like a gasoline fire, flaming with passions she'd never in a million years have imagined possible. Her thighs were sandwiching open and closed and her white, well-rounded buttocks clenched and unclenched in an effort to get even more of the thickly sawing throbbing cock which was defiling her formerly virgin ass-hole!
"Uuuuuhhh," she whimpered in sudden quiet calm, "ooooohhh . .
"She's gettin' there," hissed Edward Calliber. "I think she's almost there. Her pussy's secretin' those juices like it's the end of the world!"
"Her asshole is goin' hog wild, man," agreed Jack Kurl. He could feel Susie's anus contracting around the thickness of his hammering cock. It was as if she had a small gloved hand inside her rectum and just now had decided to begin using it. The hand's fingers were slipping around his penis and holding onto it tightly. They were pulling at his long hard cock, practically milking him for the hot semen which was boiling up in his lust-aching balls. His scrotum slapped mercilessly in lewd little smacking sounds at the backs of her moist buttock cheeks, and every now and then he let loose of her hot burning breast to go for a squeeze and a pinch of her righteous rounded buttock.
"Oooh, God," she moaned pitiably, "ooooh, God, I think soooooon . . . I think
. . . soooon . . . I'm going to dieeeeee . . . "
"She's hot," said Edward Calliber from below, his own cock piercing to the depths of the young teenager's belly. He could feel the satiny back wall of her vagina, and through the thin membrane which separated cunt from rectum, he could feel the young girl's former husband continuing his onslaught of revenge. The two pricks were working at full speed and full steam ahead, each one of them trying to outdo the other for total gratification of the young girl's wanton needs.
"It's gonna be in a minute," grunted Edward Calliber from below, his balls aching for the final release. "I don't know if I can hold off much longer, man. It's killing me already . . . but I think she's gonna be cummin' in a minute. . ! "
"I got a good hold on her back here," grunted Jack, his cock buried into the remote inner folds of Susie's rectal tissue. He had his cock completely surrounded with her anal flesh, and her sphincter was pressed tightly around the base of his gargantuan seven inch cock. The only thing that could be seen at this instant was the crinkled sac of his testicles. Then, slowly for a change, he pulled his glistening veined member back from the narrow once-virgin anal aperture and cocked his hips.
"Get ready down there," he warned them both, and then he shot forward, lunging into Susie Kurl's hot buttery rectal depths.
"AAAAWWWWGGGHHHHHH . . . GOOOOOODDDD!" she cried out. "More like that! More.. . ! " She rolled her buttocks left and right and Jack groaned in lascivious delight. The feel of her flexing stimulating cheeks was just one more additional thrill for his pleasuring cock. If she squeezed inside a second time, it would send him all the way!
"You can last a minute more, can't you?" said Edward from underneath. "Can we get her the rest of the way, you think?"
"You tell me man.. . ! You're the one in her cunt!"
"Her clit's hard as a rock. Every time I pull out of her my cock rubs on her clit! I think she's gonna-"
"YESSSS!" she began wailing. "I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG.. .OOOOHH, YESSSSSSSSSS, FUUUUCCCKKKK, YE AHHHHHHHHH!! ! "
"That answers that," grunted Edward Calliber. "I guess there's only one more . . . thing. . . to.. . Ooooh, shit! I'm gonna do it! Oh, fuck . . . shit.. . oooooh, yeah . . . " He was slamming up into Susie's orgasmically contracting pussy, unable to stand the pain in his balls any longer, for her undulating inner tunnel was gripping his prick like a pair of tongs.. . as if she were reaching into his testicles and milking the cum right out of him. He felt the first long hot salvo of creamy semen go shooting up from his nuts and come steaming down the length of his blood-stiffened penis, jamming into her tight little pussy, filling the canal immediately and splattering like wet buckshot into the remote further canyon of her cervix filled womb!
"Ahhhhhh, yeah," she moaned. "Gimmee more of that.. . more cum, man . . . more semen in my cunt.. . more.. . . "
His ejaculating cock spent itself in ten rhythmic squirts of thick hot cum, shooting into her belly in the ultimate satisfaction of perfect orgasmic bliss. His balls were rock hard and completely gratified.
"Stay in her, man," cried Jack Kurl from up above. "Keep cuming because now I'm gonna give it to her, too! I'm gonna . . . cummmmmm! Ooooh, honey, yeahhhhhhhh.. . ! "
His cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and the boiling hot salvos of cum spilled out into her rectal hollows, while the long anal sheath of sphincter and rectum contracted to milk and massage each and every salvo from the depths of his testicles, sucking his tubes dry like a perfect flesh machine.
"Cum . . . gimmee your cum . . . " she whimpered in complete debauchery. "Gimmee that cock, man . . . and that cummmm ;. . " Her slippery defiled asshole contracted, squeezed, and milked his long throbbing penis, pulling the ejaculatory semen into her colonic depths. She was using her flexing buttocks cheeks to squeeze his balls and the base of his tiff, shooting male column, while deep inside her asshole her rectum took care of pressing and stimulating the galvanized head of his cock.
"Oooooh," he moaned pathetically, like a child in the animalish throes of intense pain of pleasure, and indeed, he was enjoying for himself for the first time the perfect orgasm up his wife's young asshole. He was getting for the first time in his life-as was she-the pleasure they'd hoped to find in marriage and had only discovered that morning.
A moment later and it was over. He was out of her asshole with his deflated penis hanging limp between his legs. Edward Calliber was catching his breath at one side of the room. Brenda Sweets leaned over Jack Kurl and looked at his cock. "I'll clean you some, if you like, white boy . . . " She smiled pearly white teeth at him and he could hardly refuse her.
Suddenly, Susie Kurl stood up and walked on rubbery legs to the living room window. She moved like a man who's been knocked unconscious but remains on his feet. She turned around, smiled and said the one simple word, "Cummmmm . . . " and then closed her eyes and passed out in a crumpled heap of spent flesh. For an instant, everyone simply looked at her. And then they fetched water, tea, and a few things with which to perk up this debauched teenager.
CHAPTER 10
Jack Kurl returned to living with his young wife, for now that she'd experienced the ultimate satisfaction of orgasm and had dispensed with her tired morals and old fashioned inhibitions, she was, to his way of thinking, the perfect teenager wife. As for Linda Burns, Jack kept her as a lover and mistress, and when things were slow around the house, he visited with Linda and cheered himself up.
As for Susie, she learned to enjoy sexual activities that she'd never dreamed possible. The evening of debauchery with Brenda Sweets, Lester Boone, and Edward Calliber was, for the divorced teenager, just the beginning!
