A clear indication of the utterly changed status of women in America today is the uniquely contemporary role of the "working wife."
The wife who works is now such a common status for American women that few people realize the extraordinary difficulties that such a role actually entails for both marriage partners.
In recent decades, the role of "working wife" has become such a common feature of American life that most people ignore or underestimate the exceptional difficulties involved in this historically new emotional situation for women.
Being a housewife has its own demands and trials. But it is at least an established pattern of living, however distorted. According to the traditional ideal, the woman's activity and emotional experience complements the man's; she is the center of the home, the creator of a spiritual asylum from the man's competitive struggle.
The great problems of contemporary woman arise from the "masculine" psychological coloring of so many jobs which are now becoming open to women, forcing them to assume aggressive, authoritarian competitive attitudes. If they want to succeed in the rat race, they must develop these qualities.
Unfortunately for the married woman, the more she cultivates that side of her personality, the worse her relations at home become. She is even more severely handicapped when her job status happens to be higher than her husband's. This combination, a desperately problematic one for most married couples, provides the tense, highly-charged background of a new novel by author Pete Raymond.
The marital chart of Otto and Mary Maddox is poignantly charted with an unpredictable result, which surely holds a warning for all of us who live in modern-day America.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Otto Maddox followed the beautiful blonde as she led him down the elegant hallway, his eyes traveling interestedly over her voluptuously curved body. With an alluring smile, she ushered him into a large, expansive room and told him that she'd join him in a moment.
Otto stared at her as she gently closed the door behind her and then glanced quickly around the room. It was in keeping with the rest of the apartment which he had only just barely glimpsed. As he scrutinized the expensive furniture and lavish decor, he wondered again if he could possibly have come to the right place. But the attractive blonde had nodded affirmatively when he had queried "Miss Veneau?" so it was definitely the right person anyway. Man, she sure is a honey, he mused to himself, wondering uneasily where she'd gone.
It was all happening so differently from what he'd imagined. When he had first seen the advertisement for French lessons, he'd visualized some penniless student giving private language lessons to take out her grant. But Miss Veneau judging by her appearance and apartment, didn't seem to be in need of any extra money. He wondered, too, if she really was French, and felt a pang of disappointment. He was determined to learn the language from a native speaker, but he had already decided that he'd give the fascinating Miss Veneau a try, regardless of her nationality.
Just then, the lovely blonde returned, carrying a tray with glasses and a bottle which Otto immediately saw was Scotch.
"I thought a little drink would warm us up before we begin our...ah...lesson," she said in her husky voice, and Otto nodded in agreement.
"Where did you see my ad?" she asked conversationally as she handed him a straight whiskey.
Otto mentioned the magazine he'd spotted it in. and, the drink giving him confidence, went on earnestly.
"You see, the reason I want these lessons is because of my wife!"
"Your wife?"
"Yes, Mary that's my wife is a schoolteacher. She teaches French, in fact, and even though she doesn't really mean to. she makes me feel. well, sort of inferior!"
"Your wife teaches French?" the blonde said strangely.
"Yes, and you're probably thinking it strange that I don't take lessons from her," Otto replied, taking a deep gulp of his drink. "But, I want to do this as a surprise show her that I'm not as dumb as she thinks I am!"
"You'd better have another drink." Miss Veneau said, "because there's something we ought to get straight right now!"
"Do you think I should. Miss Veneau? Isn't it better if I keep my mind clear? After all, I've never studied another language and it's bound to be difficult, especially at first."
"For a start, call me Mimi," she smiled, handing him a second Scotch. "And now," she went on, settling herself beside him on the velvet upholstered Victorian love-seat, "tell me about this brainy wife of yours!"
Otto was surprised, but managed to conceal it. Mini Veneau certainly didn't fit in with his idea of a teacher of any kind, but then, he had never had private lessons from anyone before. And she had a reassuring, soothing way about her that prompted him to pour out his troubles to her.
"Mary is a wonderful wife don't get me wrong but the truth is. she can't let me forget that I'm just a machinist in a shop while she's a teacher in high school."
"You mean she taunts you about it?"
"Good God. no! Not overtly anyway. It's just that she earns as much money as I do and never lets me forget it. She's so independent, too, and it's not as if I want her to be a stay at home wife with no interests but running the house. But sometimes she forgets just who wears the pants!"
"M'mm. that's a difficult situation for you," Mini agreed sympathetically.
"Yes, it sure as hell is. Sometimes I think she has no respect for me at all, and wouldn't even care if I didn't show up at night. And what's more, she often treats me like one of her pupils, and orders me around!"
"How terrible! But how come you married such a woman in the first place?"
Otto bridled at her remark, but decided that she didn't really mean it maliciously.
"She wasn't always like that," he explained.
"We've been married almost six years, and it's only this last year that she's begun to act in this domineering way. And I have to admit, it's damn near ruining our marriage."
"Are things really that bad between you?"
"Yes, and they're getting worse," Otto admitted bitterly. "That's why I decided to come to you. I thought that if I learned to speak French, as a beginning, Mary might begin to respect me again."
Otto hung his head, almost ashamed to face the lovely blonde. Now that he had confided in her and told her the truth about Mary and their marriage, he wondered what she must be thinking of him. What kind of a man does she think I am, that I can't assert myself in my own home! She must think I'm a real weakling!
"Goodness, things must be difficult for you at home," Mimi commiserated, laying a hand gently on his shoulder. "But tell me, does your wife react to you the same way in bed?"
Otto stared at her in disbelief, anger rising inside him at her asking him such a personal question. But instead of impertinence or lewd curiosity, as he expected, he saw only sympathy mirrored in her eyes. It was his own fault: he had told her all about his problems, and she had listened without a word. It wasn't so strange that she should ask him about the intimate side of his marriage.
"I hope you don't mind my mentioning a subject like that, but sometimes another woman can help. . . especially if she sees things objectively!"
Yes, it was true talking about things certainly put them in new perspective. Otto couldn't bring himself to confide his problem to his buddies. He felt too ashamed and was afraid they'd rib him about being a milquetoast. But this Mimi Veneau seemed to be so understanding, and he felt relieved already to have been able to unburden himself even a little.
"As you've probably guessed," he began in a low voice, his face flushed with embarrassment, "Mary just doesn't seem interested in making love anymore. Either she's too tired or too worried about some problem at school or she acts as if it's a big imposition or something!"
"Oh, what a shame," Mimi said, moving closer to him on the sofa, her hand still curved caressingly around his shoulder. "And you're such an attractive man, too. Mary must be very foolish to be ignoring you like this!"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Well, there must be dozens of women angling for you. Your wife had better be careful or she might lose you..."
"I'd never cheat on Mary!" Otto said vehemently. "It's probably as much my fault as hers, and infidelity is no way out."
Mimi stared at him in surprise, and then an alluring smile curled her lips.
"I'm afraid I've got a bit of a shock in store for you, honey..."
"Do you mean you can't give me lessons?" he said, obviously disappointed.
"Not in French, anyway," she smiled in reply, her fingers brushing electrically against his cheek.
"What do you mean? That's what you advertised French lessons! Do you mean to tell me you've been wasting my time? I knew right away that I came to the wrong place, but you led me on!"
Otto was furious and glared angrily at the blonde. He felt that he had made a real fool of himself, confiding in her, and only just discovering now that he had come to the wrong place.
"Hey, calm down, honey," Mimi said soothingly. "I sure can't give you French lessons, but I think I might be able to give you a few pointers on how to hold on to your wife!"
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Otto snapped, jumping to his feet, his face ruddy with rage. "I've had just about enough of your goddamned tricks. I don't know what your game is, but-"
He stopped short when he saw that Mimi wasn't paying any attention to his fiery remarks, but was moving slowly towards him.
"Now look here," he began threateningly, but then his heart stopped for a mind-blowing moment when he realized that her hand had grazed excruciatingly against the bulge of his cock!
Otto stared at her in dumbfounded amazement, wondering if he had imagined the burning, searing touch on his genitals. Mimi's ivory carved features didn't tell him anything, but when he felt the growing pulsing between his legs and the excited swelling of his penis into erection, he knew it hadn't been his imagination. Oh Christ, what do I do now? he thought helplessly, unsure of the next move to make. And then, before he could make up his mind, he felt it again. This time, unmistakably, she was brushing her shapely fingers against the burgeoning flesh of his pounding cock!
"Mimi, I..." he began falteringly, rooted to the spot.
"Mmmmmm...you're getting a hard-on...I wonder why?" she mused slyly, running the tip of her moist pink tongue over her full rounded lips. She continued to gently caress Otto's palpitating cock, feeling it grow with each passing second under her expert touch.
"For God's sake. Mimi..." Otto said in a cracked, hoarse voice, staring wildly around the luxurious room.
"You came here for a lesson, didn't you, honey?" she crooned gently, "Now don't tell me you're going to leave without trying out my teaching prowess!"
Otto stared at her uncomprehendingly. And then,, realization dawned with a sickening thud. Oh God. what a fool I've been . . I should have known.
"Mimi, I've gotta go I've made a dreadful mistake!" he insisted, but Mimi didn't seem to hear him, for at that moment, her fingers found the zipper of his fly and were drawing it down, releasing the pulsating shaft of his almost fully erect rod.
"Oooohhhh, it's big and hard already," Mimi exclaimed, her eyes widening as she stared at the throbbing length of blood-distended flesh.
Otto, too, saw the lust-hardened column leap eagerly out of the confines of his pants and tumultuous feelings of conflicting emotions surged through him. He was shivering with increasing pleasure, his entire body electrically alive from the cool pressure her tapering fingers were exerting on his nakedly exposed penis. But his brain was feebly trying to deny the spasms of sensual ecstasy. I've got to go now before it's too late, before anything happens!
"Oh Christ, Mimi," he moaned, "can't you realize I made a mistake? I didn't understand the ad.. . "
"I can promise you, honey," Mimi smiled, "that the lessons I give you will impress your wife far more than French verbs!"
At the mention of his wife, Otto felt a pang of guilt. Oh God, what was he to do? What would Mary think if she saw him now, with his cock being stroked by a gorgeous blonde that he hardly knew? She'd be disgusted...if she ever found out, she'd probably never forgive him.
But even as these thoughts clamored through his dazed brain, something inside him hardened. Mary doesn't care about me. . . she thinks I'm nothing more than a crude lout. She thinks she's way above me, far superior to a mere machinist.. . a factory worker as she calls me...His whole body stiffened with tension and his hands unconsciously doubled into fists.
"Relax, baby." Mimi soothed, "forget all about your wife for the moment. . . after all you've been through at home, you deserve a little relaxation!"
Otto found himself being ushered back towards the sofa and then he was half sprawled on its soft yielding surface, Mimi's reassuring voice mesmerizing him into acquiescence.
"It's just not fair," she whispered hypnotically, "a virile, masculine guy like you deserves something better. . . needs to be appreciated..."
How long is it since Mary appreciated me? He found himself thinking: All she cares about now are those damn sophomores.
Mimi's hand was warm and caressing on the heated rod of his penis, urging it into greater erection. Otto lay back blissfully, allowing resistance to drain away from his relaxing body. All thoughts and cares similarly faded from his teeming brain, and soporific languor pervaded him, filling him with sensuous well-being. He felt as if he was floating on a cloud of care-free balm and he didn't care what was going to happen.
Then he felt as if he had been jolted by an electric prod and fire-like lashes seemed to stroke mercilessly at his tingling body.
"Oh God, wha.. . " he gasped and then choked in disbelief. He stared down, hardly daring to believe the evidence of his own eyes or of his body. But there was no doubt about it -Mimi was crouched between his legs and was running her wet, pink tongue up and down the quivering length of his blood-inflated penis.
He lay back helplessly as she continued to swipe the pounding rock-hard flesh, her hot wet tongue like a soothing surface. Her fingers were circled possessively around the thick, sturdy base, while her free hand was searching out the writhing sac of his scrotum.
"Oh God...Aaaaaahhhhh..." he moaned as she began to deftly caress the churning balls while her tongue went on licking and slavering at the hardness of his lust-demented shaft.' It seemed to grow and expand with lewd intensity from every swipe of her madly flicking tongue, and the sight of her lovely face, distorted as she groveled up between his legs, infused him with lascivious pleasure. He shut his eyes and fell back in sudden ecstasy as he felt the delicate touch of her eagerly enfolding lips as she enclosed the burgeoning head in her warm, steamy mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm.. . " he sighed with sky-rocketing pleasure as her mouth tightened like a circle of gently pressuring elastic around the throbbing shaft, trapping the rubbery head inside. Immediately her agile tongue began to dart around the knobby hardness, slipping tantalizingly in and out of the tiny glans opening at the top.
Otto was unable to resist the temptation to glance down once more and watched with lustful delight at the ovaled convolutions of her curved, shapely lips. The sight of his thick, blood-distended cock disappearing into the tight circle of her mouth gave him an illicit stab of pleasure and unconsciously he flexed his pelvis, driving his rock-hard rod deeper into her hungrily receptive mouth.
The clasping circle tightened around the pulsating shaft and began to slip up and down the nakedly throbbing length. The sharpness of her teeth exerted almost excruciating pressure on the sensitive webbed underside and seemed to goad his lust-bloated cock into even greater hardness.
"Oh Christ, Mimi," he gasped through passion-clenched teeth, "I love the way you suck my prick..."
Otto's head was pounding from the mad rush of blood and he had never felt so aroused and excited in his life. He had never known such pleasure as this existed and wondered how he could have lived without it for so long. Not that his wife would ever do such a thing as this, even if he asked her to. Mary'd think that sucking a man's cock was a disgusting, dirty thing and would make him feel ashamed for even thinking about it. But to her, sex itself was something not to be thought about...and certainly not to be enjoyed.
Not like Mimi! It was obvious that Mimi was a far cry from the type of woman his wife was. She knew how to give a man pleasure, knew how to make him feel wanted, how to bolster his masculine pride. For all her knowledge and experience, Mary still had a lot to learn and he only wished that Mimi could teach her!
He had forgotten now his reason for coming to see Mimi in the first place. He was aware of nothing hut the tremendous spasms of passionate pleasure convulsing through him from the unbelievable licking and sucking she was giving him. His hotly throbbing cock felt almost unbearably alive and he could feel the deep churning in his lust-tightened balls which ached from the overwhelming pressure.
Mimi was still manipulating them with her free hand, while her mouth sucked voraciously on the driving shaft of his jerking cock. Her eyes were half-closed in obvious pleasure and her face was suffused with a deep flush. Otto thought that she looked fabulous and couldn't take his eyes off the thickly plunging length of his penis as it disappeared in between her greedily clasping lips. Her golden hair stayed into soft wisps about her face and Otto thought that she looked like a magnificent angel, glowing celestially from every pore, kneeling there between his lewdly out-stretched thighs.
He wondered vaguely how she could take so much of his rangy, lunging penis in her mouth without choking. Her lips were just barely brushing against the dark wiry curls of his pubic hair and the tip of the rubbery cock-head was nudging against her larynx. He felt sure that she'd choke, but she didn't even seem to notice. In fact, she seemed intent on swallowing even more of his passion-aroused cock in her fiercely clutching mouth.
Otto knew that he was near to climaxing. He couldn't hold back much longer, even though he wanted the unbelievable pleasure to go on forever. The knowledge that soon he would spurt his seething male sperm into Mimi's lovely warm mouth added to the sensations cavorting through him. The fact that his cock was being sucked and kissed by an almost complete stranger gave him a perverted thrill and made him feel strangely omnipotent.
After this, he felt he was capable of anything, imbued with new strength and purpose. An exultant shiver shot through him and triggered off the tumultuous rioting that was torturing his writhing balls.
"Oh God, I'm there, Mimi! I'm...Aaaaaaggggghhhhh...I'm cumming!" he wailed in a hoarse, almost animalistic voice.
His entire body stiffened unbelievably and hovered for a few interminable seconds over an abyss of numbness before crashing wildly against the voluptuous blonde's insanely sucking mouth.
"Keep sucking! Oh God, keep suckiiinnnggg..." His voice resounded crazily in the lavishly decorated room as he began to pound his pelvis feverishly, forcing his jerking penis farther and farther back into Mimi's softly clutching throat.
The first hot onrush of his thick white semen flooded into her mouth, foaming past her tightly ovaled lips and flowing to the back of her larynx where it trickled into the darkness of her throat, moistening the dry, arid channel. Mimi's cheeks hollowed and filled rapidly as the young "teacher" sought to swallow every last drop of the cascading liquid and Otto watched through lust-dimmed eyes as she succeeded. Still, she did not release the plunging shaft as she tried to milk every trickle from it, drinking down the hot thick fluid with greedy eagerness.
The astonished young husband had never experienced anything like it in his life. His whole body seemed to be on fire, every nerve ending tingling. When he finally fell backwards, his limp prick slipping harmlessly from between her moistened lips, he thought he'd never be able to breathe normally again. His breath was coming in ragged pants and his heated torso was quivering and trembling from the fiery aftermath of his totally complete orgasm.
"Well, baby," Mimi said teasingly,, "what did you think of that?"
"It...it was fabulous!" Otto gasped. "I...I never felt anything like it in my life!"
"Don't tell me your little French teacher doesn't do that!"
Her words stung Otto to quick. The very thought of Mary sucking his cock was so alien that he almost winced.
The magnificent blonde noticed the tension creeping back into his face and felt a rush of sympathy for the frustrated husband.
"Don't worry, honey," she soothed, "I may not be able to speak French, but I sure can give you a few lessons that will open your wife's eyes and make her mend her ways!"
"No such luck," Otto snapped miserably.
"Don't be too sure, baby! I used to be prudish and frigid like your wife, until a guy I used to know made me see sense!"
"How did he do that?" Otto questioned, interested in spite of himself.
"Well, he held me down and licked my cunt until I was begging for more!" -
Otto stared at the beautiful blonde with a mixture of disbelief and fascination.
"And now, if you'd ever like to try that little trick out on your wife, you can have a little practice on me first. . . Mimi smiled unzipping her tight pants, feeling sure that Otto was going to prove a very successful pupil.. .
CHAPTER TWO
With a sigh, Mary pushed away the small pile of papers and glanced irritably at the clock. Well, I just can't do any more tonight, she said to herself, reaching for her cigarettes. It was one-thirty, and there was still no sign of Otto. Why didn 'I he call and let me know that he was going to he so late, she thought, frowning as she inhaled deeply on her cigarette. She felt tired and stiff, her whole body cramped from bending over the term papers she was working on. They were the very first ones, end of semester being nearly three weeks away as yet. but she liked to do them as soon as she got them in, so that she wouldn't get behind.
As a rule, she thought her work interesting and stimulating, never finding it a drag, like some of the other teachers. But tonight, for some reason, she couldn't Kttte into it. It must be because I'm worried about Otto...
She finished her cigarette, and wanted to light another. Instead, she decided on a drink. She poured out a measure of gin and then added a liberal amount of tonic. This mixture was the only one she really liked, the piquant tartness appealing to her, and she was grateful, now, too, for its soothing qualities.
The room around her was dark and gloomy, inhabited by shadows, because only the lamp over her little desk was on. She hadn't noticed it getting dark as she worked, and now she didn't feel like plunging the room into the bright glare of the overhead light. She sat back in the deep sofa, and tried to will her body into relaxation. Every muscle and nerve ending felt tense and strained and Mary realized that she was listening intently for the sound of her husband's car.
Where on earth can he be? she wondered silently. She was aware of a seething anger, because he hadn't phoned and let her know he'd be late, but at the same time, she was conscious of a bone deep worry about him. Suppose he'd met with an accident. . .
It really wasn't like him to be out so late like this. Of course, he had been doing a lot of overtime lately at the shop, but he was usually home by eleven. And he always told her in advance that he'd be delayed. No, this was very strange, and Mary couldn't help feeling annoyed at his inconsideration.
I hardly ever see him any more, she complained. All this overtime . . If only he'd get a job in the office like I keep telling him to...
Their jobs always seemed to be a bone of contention between them. Of course, it was mostly Otto's fault. His company ran wonderful trainee schemes whereby the employees could spend some time in the shop and equal time in the office, learning both sides of the business. That would be just ideal for Otto, and gradually he could give up the machining altogether. But he wouldn't hear of it. He insisted that he had no interest in the business side of it and was far happier the way he was.
His attitude annoyed Mary, because to her, it was a reflection of his selfishness. He knew how she felt about his job, how difficult it was when her colleagues asked what her husband was doing. Surely it wasn't too much to ask that he at least try that trainee scheme? But no, he just wasn't interested. He didn't seem to understand that if he took part in that scheme, he wouldn't be obliged to do all this overtime. Of course, he wouldn't earn quite as much money, but that really didn't matter, because with her salary, they were managing fine.
And the unbelievable thing was, he was beginning to hint that she should give up her job and just stay at home. As if she could! She'd go crazy, with nothing but housework to do! It was obvious that Otto just didn't understand her...otherwise he'd realize that she just couldn't stop working. Not to mention having to manage on his salary they just couldn't. She'd have to give up her car and-
Mary jumped up when she heard the sound of the car purring into the driveway. He was home!
She was aware of a tightening knot of anger deep in the pit of her stomach and fought to control it. He's all right.. . he didn't meet with an accident.. . so why didn't he call and let me know?
She finished her drink quickly and brought the glass into the kitchen just as Otto let himself in the back door.
"Oh hi, you're still up!" he said nonchalantly, shrugging off his jacket. "Boy, am I ever beat.. . "
"If you're so tired, why didn't you come home earlier?"
Mary hadn't meant to say anything like that, but somehow the words just came out of her mouth, reflecting the irritation she was feeling and was so desperately trying to hide.
But Otto didn't seem to hear her, and was looking in the icebox.
"Anything to eat in here?" he asked, his voice muffled.
Mary didn't reply. She didn't trust herself to speak. If only he'd apologize, explain where he'd been, inquire why she herself was still up.
"I thought I told you to get in some stuff for snacks," he said, slamming the door of the icebox. "There's never anything for sandwiches, and I'm starving..."
Mary's face blanched with pent-up fury, and her fingers tightened around the back of the kitchen chair.
"I think I have enough to do without catering to your selfish needs. If you had come home earlier for dinner, you wouldn't be hungry now."
Otto whirled around, his eyes blazing.
"I'd rather be hungry than eat some of that goddamned trash you call food!"
"If you're not satisfied, why don't you hire a cook of course, maybe you can't afford that on your salary!! "
Otto's face crimsoned and Mary wondered if she'd gone too far. She knew her husband was very touchy about the amount of money he earned, and hated any scathing reference to it.
"I wouldn't have to worry about anything like that," he said slowly and venomously, "if I had a decent wife. Instead, I'm stuck with a crackpot who thinks the biggest thing in life is teaching some goddamned French verbs to teenagers who don't give a damn one way or the other!"
"And what, may I ask, do you think is the greatest thing in life?" Mary sneered, hurt to the quick. i know what I think is the greatest. . . it's fucking a woman who responds the way a woman should, who appreciates a man and makes him feel powerful and masculine.. . .a woman like Mimi. . .
Otto didn't answer. Instead, he turned wearily towards the door.
"I'm going to bed..."
"Just like that!" Mary shrilled, "without a word of explanation or apology! You've got a lot of nerve, coming home at this hour of the night. I want to know where you've been. You didn't even have the common decency to call and let me know you'd be late..."
"It's none of your business where I've been," Otto snarled, "and even if it was. why should I tell you?"
"I've a right to know. I've been sitting here worrying and waiting, not knowing what happened to you."
"It seems to me you wouldn't care whether I came back or not!"
"That's not true." Mary replied abashed, "but you're just not being fair to me. After all, I work just as hard as you do and am entitled to-"
"I was wondering how long it would be before your precious job was mentioned," Otto sneered viciously. He stared at his wife with something akin to loathing. He felt guilty that he hadn't phoned...he should have, he knew, and then all this would have been avoided. But he never dreamed he'd be this late, and he was so excited and nervous at the prospect of taking his first French lesson that he'd forgotten all about it. And to think that he'd been trying to please her...
"Look, honey," he began, "let's forget all about this. We're both tired and overwrought, and we can talk about it in the morning..."
"I can't forget it! I've been working like a dog on these term papers and worrying about you at the same time! It just isn't fair!"
Otto's patience ran out. He was tired of hearing the same refrain and conscious of the salt it was rubbing in the raw wound caused by the fact that she was working in the first place.
"No one's making you work. Why don't you quit if it's so hard?"
"And live on your salary? We couldn't manage without my wages, and you know it!"
Otto flinched. It wasn't strictly true that they couldn't manage on his salary, but the standard of living which Mary had insisted on their maintaining definitely needed their combined income and it would be difficult now to step down, he admitted. But did she have to keep reminding him about it?
"I'd rather have a decent wife and less money, than a harassed, nagging shrew."
"So I'm a shrew?" Mary's voice was high and shrill. "It's nearly two a.m., and you've just come home, and because I ask where you've been, I'm a shrew!"
"Yes, a whining, bitching shrew! That's what your goddamned job has made you into. And any man would rather have a stay-at-home wife than a frigid schoolteacher!" Otto was goaded into replying.
"Frigid?"
Mary was furious, her lips pale and tight. "If I'm frigid, it's because you're a sex maniac. You're like an animal, thinking of nothing else..."
Her stinging words galvanized the enraged husband into sudden action and he dealt her a sharp slap across her face. It left a reddening mark on her cheek as she stood there, paralyzed with disbelief, a look of horror frozen on her face.
Otto too, was shocked by what he had done, and stood, rooted to the ground, his eyes widening in fear as he stared at his dumbfounded wife. But he made the first move.
"Look, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" He took a conciliatory move towards her, his hand outstretched.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she hissed through clenched teeth, edging away from him.
There was such a look of revulsion in her eyes that he instinctively recoiled, his blood boiling with explosive rage. She was looking at him as if he was some kind of monster, instead of an angered husband who had lashed out impulsively and instantly regretted it.
"I said I'm sorry," he began again, but when he saw the contempt mirrored in her face, he hardened. She thought he was like dirt, did she? An animal, was he? Well, he'd show her just what he was like...
He took another step towards her, but before she could back away, he grabbed her roughly by the forearm.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, struggling wildly.
"I've had enough of your insults. It's about time I showed you who's boss around here..."
His voice was authoritative and threatening, and he still felt invigorated and omnipotent from his hours with Mimi, who had the effect of injecting him with new life. Mary heard the new tone in his voice and was instinctively afraid. She wished she hadn't been so insulting, and that she could undo the last few minutes. He had struck her, it was true, but God only knew what he'd do next, he was in such a cold fury. She had never seen him like this before. He was like a stranger of whom she was becoming deathly afraid.
"Please, Otto," she began helplessly, "I'm sorry, let's forget-"
But Otto was past the stage for apologies. Her cruel words had stung him to the quick and the contrast between her behavior and Mimi's was too great for him to forgive and forget. Revenge was in his blood and he couldn't rid himself of it.
"Shut up! I'm gonna teach you a lesson you aren't likely to forget, Mrs. Schoolteacher, and we'll see how good a student you are!"
Mary cringed from the brutal, unyielding tone of his voice. Her arm felt stiff and sore from his tight grip, and she was afraid to struggle any more, in case it made him even angrier. But what was she to do? It was obviously no use trying to make amends...it was too late...
Otto pulled her towards him, almost unbalancing her, and with one swift tug, ripped open the front of her blouse. Mary gasped in unadulterated horror, and her free hand flew to her breasts, to try and cover them from his lascivious gaze.
"What? Afraid of your husband?"
Mary trembled, afraid to look at Otto. She had never seen him in a rage like this, and everything she did only seemed to make him worse.
"Please, Otto," she pleaded again. "Shut up, I said, and let me see those tits of yours!"
Mary gasped as she felt him wrench away the protective covering of her brassiere, baring the quivering fullness of her breasts. She stole a look at her husband and was horrified to see a new look of lust stealing into his features as he stared at her shameful nakedness. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her, anything to spare her this awful humiliation.
She cringed visibly as his hands reached out and grabbed the trembling mounds. His fingers tightened unbearably on the sensitive flesh, and Mary had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out in agony. He began to squeeze the tender nipples between his fingers, obviously deriving sadistic pleasure from the twinges of pain he was causing her.
Her head was reeling, and the horror-stricken young wife hardly dared breathe. She was afraid to move, afraid to say anything that might further anger her infuriated husband. But she couldn't let him do this to her. She couldn't allow him to humiliate her in this unbelievable way. But how could she stop him?
"Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed with sudden vehemence, unable to hold back.
"So the student is being rebellious? We'll have to think of a suitable punishment..."
Fear tightened like a vise around Mary's insides as Otto hurled her face-down onto the sofa, sending her sprawling. Almost immediately, he was beside her, and his hands were tearing at the zipper of her pants, clawing them down over her hips.
"Nooooo, Otto, please no!" she sobbed wildly, desperately trying to roll away from his grabbing hands. But it was no use. Struggles were futile as his superior strength won out and the tight-fitting slacks were rolled down her madly kicking legs and cast aside, leaving her dressed only in her diaphanous white panties. Shame flooded her face and she tried to close her legs and to hold onto the last vestiges of her modesty. But Otto was not to be balked, and with a savage snarl, wrested the flimsy garment from her flailing hips.
Her eyes widening in disbelief, the terrified young schoolteacher watched as her husband began to withdraw his belt. Her eyes fastened with unbelievable horror on the long, hard length of leather, unwilling to think about what was going to happen. It couldn't be...it just couldn't be...
"AaaaaaaanTrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh..." she sobbed piteously as she felt the first searing blow of the snaking leather as it tore into the delicate flesh of her softly rounded buttocks.
"Oh God, stoppp..." she wailed helplessly, her trembling bottom twisting wildly under the continuing strapping. Otto's arm rose and fell as he belabored his wife with his leather belt. His eyes widened as he saw the red welts appearing on the smooth, satiny flesh, and her moans of pain and terror seemed to goad him on.
At last, he stopped. He was panting and his face was red from exertion.
"Well, will you do what the teacher says from now on?" he demanded cruelly.
Mary couldn't answer. She could only sob, her whole body convulsed and shivering.
"Will you? Will you?" Otto demanded again imperiously, holding the belt above her threateningly.
"Yes! Yes! Only don't hit me again," Mary begged. She could never stand much physical pain and the thought that he might beat her again made her agree to anything. She felt a ray of hope kindling inside her when she saw him throwing aside the punishing instrument of flagellation, but it died quickly when she witnessed his next move.
He was removing his trousers.
Her eyes widening in horror, Mary watched as he stepped out of his pants. She could only stare at the huge erection that jutted out proudly between his legs. Oh God. what did he have in mind.'
She was lying face downwards on the sofa, her sore, tingling buttocks still upraised, but she could see her husband out of the corner of her eye. She saw him stripping off his shirt until he, too, was naked. Suddenly, she acted. With as much speed and strength as she could muster after the severe beating she had suffered, she shot up and began to run towards the door. II I can only get to the bathroom...She could lock herself inside, and wait, till morning if necessary, until he had either given up or had gone to work. Anything was better than submitting to whatever impulses his wild rage engendered...especially if they were anything like the savage belting he he'd given her.
But she was not quick enough. Otto too, was fast, and caught her just as she reached the door. Disappointment welled up inside her and she began to struggle insanely, beating her fists against her naked chest.
"Let me go! Oh for God's sake, let me go..."
"I thought you'd learned your lesson, you goddamn little bitch," he spat, "but I can see you haven't."
He glanced over to where he had thrown his belt, and Mary cringed in mounting fear.
"No, no please don't hit me.. . I'll do anything, anything!"
Otto leered down at her, a cruel sneer twisting his mouth.
"Anything?"
Mary nodded bleakly in assent. Anything was better than the belt again. She just couldn't stand any more pain.
"All right then, stroke my cock!"
Mary's mouth hung open and she stared at her husband in numb surprise. Oh dear Lord, he couldn't mean it. He knew she'd never do anything like that, that she thought it was wrong...he just couldn't mean it...
"Well, go on! You heard what I said..."
Mary's heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her eyes traveled down disgustedly to the huge, throbbing protuberance of her husband's fully erect penis. Oh God, she could hardly bear to look at it, let alone touch it...what on earth was she to do?
The fingers tightening threateningly in her hair reminded her that she had no choice, and, quivering with revulsion, she reached out and touched the hardened shaft of thick male flesh.
She heard her husband moan with pleasure at the contact and steeling herself, she tightened her grip around the palpitating organ.
"Go on, stroke it!" Otto hissed through passion-clenched teeth.
Gingerly, Mary began to run her fingers up and down the desire-stiffened, upraised rod, feeling it pulsate with obscene life beneath her touch. She could almost feel it growing and expanding in her hand and was amazed at the warmth and intensity which was pouring through it.
Otto drew his head back and his eyes were glazed with lust. Her fingers felt good on his cock, not as good as Mimi's, of course, but good all the same. Maybe it was because he was forcing her to do it. . . the element of power giving him new feelings of excitement. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it.
The terrified young wife continued her lascivious stroking of her husband's penis. She tried to fight the feelings of nausea and disgust which were welling up inside her. Don't think about it. . . just do it. she admonished herself. It will be over soon...
Suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer. She pulled her hand away as if it had been burned and stared with venomous loathing at her husband.
"I can't do it...it's disgusting, depraved...I won't do it! I won't do it!"
Her voice was raised and hysterical and her face was white and waxen. Otto stared at her with a dull look of anger and disbelief. He was enraged at having his bliss interrupted, and goaded beyond bearing by this new evidence of rebellion.
"By God, now you're in for it!" he raged, lunging at her with surprising alacrity. Mary didn't move. All resistance was drained from her and she could only stand there, defeated. It didn't matter what he did to her now. She just couldn't bring herself to continue the perverted caressing of his penis. Even more lashes of his belt were preferable to that, the ultimate debasement.
With a rough shove, Otto toppled her over and she fell in a sprawling heap on the floor. Her elbows and knees were grazed, but she was in a state of dazed shock and she didn't care. Above her, her husband was mouthing vile obscenities, but she hardly heard them. She was overcome with tiredness and disbelief, and she thanked the heavens for the one drink she'd had. Without it, she thought she'd surely go crazy from the nightmare that was happening to her.
She felt Otto's hands once more on the chafed, bruised mounds of her buttocks, but she didn't pull away. She didn't have the strength and she tried to shut out of her teeming brain the fact that it was her husband, the man she had loved and married, who was crouched above her in a bestial pose of lust and sadism.
She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out when his hands tightened like steel claws on the sensitive ovals of her ass-cheeks. They were like knives cutting into the belt-torn flesh and the tormented wife wondered what else was in store for her. Dully she tried to remember what had actually led up to this unbelievable sequence of events, but she could only recall that each had fed the other's anger with cruel, stinging words. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? she said helplessly, even though she knew that it was useless to blame herself. It's too late now, she sobbed silently, knowing that there was nothing she could do but submit to whatever outrage her infuriated husband had in mind.
Otto stared down at the cringing, crouched body of his wife. His brain was reeling with lewd possibilities, but the dominant emotion was one of pure, unadulterated anger. He was sick to death of putting up with her snide remarks, her thinly veiled insults, her barely concealed contempt. He'd had just about enough and it was Mimi who had shown him that a woman didn't have to be that way. She had shown him what fucking a real, full-blooded woman could be like, and made him realize fully what he was missing. Things would have been all right if Mary hadn't started nagging him as soon as he got inside the door.
Well, he'd had enough and by the time he'd finished with her, his wife would never be the same again. She might still have contempt for him, might still sneer at him, but, by Christ, she'd be afraid of him. She'd know who was the master and she'd be wary of how she acted in the future. She'd realize he wasn't one of her sophomores who obeyed meekly, who submitted without question to a higher authority. Yes, by God, she had a real surprise coming...
Viciously, he pulled apart the soft, flaccid cheeks of her buttocks, revealing the dark, hidden crevice that nestled between them. His eyes bulged as he stared in lustful fascination at the tiny hairless aperture of her anus. Without thinking, he leaned forward suddenly, and darting out his tongue, ran it down the length of the quivering anal split. He felt Mary pull forward with shock and apprehension and his fingers tightened on the soft fleshy contours of her buttocks. Again, he licked lewdly at the half-concealed crack, reveling in the tremor of disgust which convulsed through his panic-stricken wife.
Mary was numb with disbelief when she felt her husband's tonguing, but she knew that it was fruitless to struggle. He'd only overpower her and maybe make things even worse for her.. . if that could possibly be. Oh God, I'll never hold my head up again, she moaned silently, why did this have to happen to me?
She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the unfamiliar nudging of a finger at the secret furrow of her buttocks.
A chill of disgust and disbelief scurried through her and her brain whirled with terrifying thoughts. Oh please God, make him stop. I can V bear it any longer. . .
Her breath came as a helpless sob as she felt again the lewd stabbing of his middle finger at her petrified anus. And then, unbelievably...
"AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH...NOOOOOOOO.. . "
I couldn't be...it just couldn't. . .
But the pain that was shooting through her was not imagined. It was searingly real, as was the soul-shattering humiliation that flooded through her when she realized that her husband had inserted his middle finger into her rectum!
Heedless of her sobs, he screwed it into the tight, futilely resisting passage with brutal strength. He could feel the dry membrane contracting forcefully around his digit but still he relentlessly shoved it forward. Mary was feebly flailing her buttocks in a vain attempt to dislodge it, but her struggles were actually encouraging his entry.
No! No! No! Mary sobbed as she was physically forced to submit to the cruel penetration. Oh God. what kind of monster have I married? she couldn't help thinking in the back of her pain-wracked mind.
And then, as suddenly as it happened, he withdrew his cruelly tormenting finger and Mary's bruised anus slipped back into place. Maybe it's over now. . . maybe he'll leave me alone.
Once more, hope flickered inside Mary, only to be extinguished with awful reality when she felt the insistent nudging of a hard, thick knob against the sorely-tired anal split. Mary was afraid to look around, afraid to get confirmation of her worst fears. Because there was no doubt about it. There was no mistaking it. It was her husband's thick, hard penis which was shoving lasciviously against the obscenely upraised crevice of her demented little anus!
For a moment, the horror-stricken wife thought of struggling, of trying to resist. But it was only for a moment. What's the use? she asked herself miserably. It'll only make things worse. I just hope and pray it will be over with soon...
"Keep still! And get ready for the big lesson of the day!"
Otto's voice was like that of a stranger and it chilled Mary to the marrow. Always her job! The friction that seemed certain to ruin their marriage was always caused by either his job or hers. Oh Cod, why couldn't they just accept each other? And forget about their occupations?
Her thoughts lulled her into a moment's security by making her forget what was happening, but she was rudely brought back to the grim, unbelievable present by a harder probing at her tortured bottom. The hardness of her husband's penis was like a heavy cudgel forcing its way between the straining mounds of her ass, adding to the almost unbearable pain.
Otto gathered his forces, his eyes ablaze with undisguised lust. His hands held his subdued wife in position, and then, with a grunt, he rammed forward, forcing the wieldy weight of his blood-engorged cock against the tiny, defenseless opening of her rectum.
"OH GOD NOOOOOOO!" Mary screamed in sudden pain, desperately trying to escape the onrushing pole. Pain blinded her and made her turn into a wild animal instinctively seeking release.
But Otto still hadn't succeeded with his lascivious aim. With a curse of fury, he gritted his teeth, and then, like an enraged bull, surged forward with all his might.
"AAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHH-HHHHH.. . "
Mary's ear-splitting wail resounded in the living room as her lust-demented husband finally managed to penetrate the rubbery ring of her resisting anal sphincter. It stretched and strained unbearably as the thick, rock-hard shaft continued to force its illicit way up into the dry, unprepared passage.
All the breath was knocked from Mary's body and she thought that at any moment she would be split in two. Her entire backbone felt on fire, as if a red hot poker had been rammed up her ass. Her voice was hoarse and cracked as she sobbed out her agony, but Otto didn't seem to hear. He continued on his relentless march, pushing the blood-distended rod further and further into the tightly clenched back channel.
Mary's hips were thrust aside as he continued his perverted penetration, until at last, he hit bottom. He had sunk his lust-inflated cock to the very hilt in her virginal anus!
"Well, how do you like that, honey? How do you like my prick in your backside? It's something new for you, isn't it, even for you, a schoolmarm that knows everything!"
His cruel, sneering taunts hurt almost as much as his excruciating violation, and Mary had never felt so sullied and dirtied in her life. Her agony was decreased slightly as he began to withdraw, but it was short-lived, as he shot forward again, this time more easily.
"...uuuggghhhnnn...Aaaa ggggghhhhh..." she moaned as once more he sunk his punishing shaft to the hilt in her painfully stretched rectum.
Almost immediately, he began to establish a crude rhythm, sawing in and out of her finally loosening rectum. The pain decreased as a paralytic numbness pervaded her body, which matched the shocked frozenness which invaded her brain. Reality set in and with it, a blissful feeling approaching unawareness of what was happening to her. It was as if her horrified brain could take no more and the actuality of what she was enduring was finally too much for her.
Otto, too, was borne along on a reckless wind of power and sadism which made him plunge his thick, long cock in and out with savage strokes. He reveled in his vestal rape of his wife's virginal anus, and exulted in the subjugation he had forced on her. She was a slavish victim to him at last, in spite of her superior education and her better job. She was totally debased now and she could never have the same air of grandeur and haughtiness again.
His rhythmic thrusts became wilder and quicker and he realized that he was almost ready to climax. Mary was like an inert sawdust body beneath him and he wondered vaguely if she had fainted or lost consciousness. But he didn't really care now, because he had scored his victory. She was subdued, put in her place. He was master, and she had to acquiesce.
Suddenly, his voice rang out with the force of his pending orgasm.
"Christ, I'm there! I'm cumming!"
He was going to cum in her ass, and the thought gave him an illicit, lewd thrill of forbidden pleasure. The knowledge that he was about to spew his heated male sperm into her abused, virginal rectum made his climax all the more tantalizing. His entire body stiffened, every nerve and muscle taut as stretched steel, and then he began to pound against her sorely bruised buttocks, his blood-laden shaft jerking uncontrollably in her wet. convulsing passage.
Mary was barely aware that her husband was shooting his hot white semen into her forever stretched anus. All she knew was that it was almost over, her unbelievable ordeal.
Never in her life had she imagined that such things as this happened, let alone to her. The bond between them was broken now, there was no doubt about that. It was irretrievable, just like the innocent core which had been hidden inside her own being was shattered by this vile act.
Vaguely, she realized that it was all over now. Otto had slipped from behind her, his punishing penis now limp and helpless, and she heard his footsteps fading as he made his way into the bedroom.
She lay there, not trusting herself to move just yet. In a few moments, she would. She'd get up and go into the bathroom and a long soak in the tub would help her to coordinate her bruised body. But right now, she just lay there, overcome and powerless, rendered almost lifeless and certainly spiritless by her husband's debauched and brutal rape of her rectum.
CHAPTER THREE
J'aimerai, tu aimeras, ilaimera...Mechanically, Mary checked the list of verbs in future tense that Rich Bunker had handed her. Her mind was only half on what she was doing and she had to force herself to pay attention.
"Very good. Rich," she said after a moment, handing the teenager back his notebook. "Now try the conditional." She reminded him again of the conditional endings for the verbs she had given him, and then thankfully, lit herself a cigarette. She knew she shouldn't really smoke in the classroom, but as it was after class, and Rich was the only one there, she decided it didn't matter.
It had been such a terrible day and she thought she would never come to the end of it. She had been kept going every minute and had looked forward to three-thirty when she would be free. But Rich Bunker had reminded her that she had told him to stay after class for an extra grind in the verbs he was so weak at. and she had no alternative but to stay. Now. the teenager was bent industriously over his notebook, and Mary sat down gratefully in the chair at the head of the large classroom.
She felt stiff and sore all over and try as she might, she couldn't gather her thoughts into some kind of organized form. She knew, in her heart, that the real trouble was that she didn't want to face up to the awful reality of her husband's brutal anal rape. Last night was a nightmare she hoped she would never have to re-live, but yet, her anxious thoughts kept straying back to it. What had made Otto react in that savage, inhuman way'. ' She knew that a lot of the fault was hers, for bringing up their old bugaboo about her working. But surely Otto knew that she was just pitching in. doing her bit to secure their future? Surely he couldn't resent that? But for some reason unknown to her. he seemed to. Bui why' Why? she asked herself again for the hundredth time.
A lot of the women teachers at school were married, too. and their husbands didn't seem to mind. In fact, one of them, Alice Eton's husband seemed downright proud of his wife, when Mary had met him at the annual teacher's dinner. Mary just couldn't understand it. And she couldn't really be blamed, either, for losing her temper with Otto last night. After all. it was after two when he finally came home, and then without anything but the most token apology. He didn't seem to realize that she had been almost frantic with worry about him. No, he just accused her of nagging, and then...
Even now, Mary winced as she recalled what followed. She could almost feel once more the unbelievable pain that overwhelmed her as he tore into her virginal rectum, like a bestial rutting animal. Her moans and sobs of pain and outrage only seemed to incite him to more brutality, and Mary realized again now, in the cold light of day. that things could never be the same between them again. Something almost sacred had been violated last night by her husband's wanton act. Mary now felt sullied, dirty, shamed, and was half expecting her colleagues at work to turn away from her, or Show some other sign of observing her humiliating state. But of course it was only in her imagination that there was any outward sign of her degradation. She knew she looked a little pale and drawn, and when the principal. Fred Cranke, had remarked on it, she had attributed it to a very late night, which was in part, anyway, quite true.
She was jerked back to reality when Rich Bunker got to his feet and moved towards her, carrying his notebook.
"All done, Rich?" she smiled, taking his notebook. The youth stood there while she checked the verbs.
"Ah, I see you got some of these endings mixed up with the imperfect, Rich," she said, a note of censure in her voice. "I'm sure it was because you just weren't paying attention. You'd better do them again, and this time, don't forget that little 'er' syllable!"
The boy went silently back to his desk and Mary lit another cigarette. Rich was really a bright kid, she mused, but his attention was inclined to wander when class got even the slightest bit routine. But he was so charming about his lapses that she never had the heart to really crack down on him. She had hit on the idea of keeping him in after class, feeling sure that he might get the idea that it was better to work during school time than to forfeit his free time. So far, she hadn't been very successful in her ruse, although he did seem to be making progress with the language.
If only Otto was more interested in her work...But he just didn't seem to care and always changed the subject when she began to talk about her day and what had happened. Lately he had been even more obvious, going so far as to walk away almost in disgust as soon as she mentioned school. She was never that way when he talked about the shop. In fact, she always made it a point to appear interested, even though she found it difficult to get excited about his damn machines. But teaching! Everyone was interested in that, especially when it involved teenagers, who are, after all, if not exactly the backbone, certainly the vertebrae of the nation.
But Mary had resigned herself to her husband's disinterest, his disapproval, even of her occupation. She had been content to let things go along as they were, doing her best to improve the situation when and wherever she got the chance. But now...she didn't know if she could ever look at Otto again without a shudder of revulsion. Thank God I didn't hare to see him this morning, she said to herself, grateful for once that he was on the early shift. She wondered if he'd apologize or try to make up with her this evening when they were both at home.
Site didn't know quite what she'd do if he did. On one hand, she wanted things to run as smoothly as possible, but conversely, she knew she couldn't forgive him. and wasn't sure that she could pretend a feeling that was so far from her real one. But whatever he said or did, one thing was for sure.
She wasn't going to let him get away with what he did. No sir! He had debased and humiliated her in a way she hadn't dreamed possible, and he had to be made to see that she didn't and wouldn't accept that kind of treatment. Who knows? He might even try it again if he thought she wasn't too upset about it!
Mary noticed that the boy had finished again and quickly scanned his work.
"Very good, Rich, I think you've got the hang of them this time. Let's call it a day now, okay?"
With a sigh of relief, Mary gathered up her things and then saw, to her annoyance that it was raining quite heavily.
"I think I'd better give you a ride, Rich," she said, not without annoyance.
"No, it's okay, Mrs. Maddox, I'll take the bus," Rich insisted, but Mary was firm.
"You'll get soaked, and besides, your folks might be worried about you!"
They walked silently out to the parking lot and Rich sat beside her in the front seat when she settled herself behind the wheel. Having her own car was one of the real rewards of working, as far as Mary was concerned, and she really enjoyed driving. Even her initial annoyance at having to go out of her way to take the young sophomore home faded suddenly.
Rich told he his address and she eased the big automobile out of the parking lot. It was still raining heavily but Mary felt insulated and was aware of a feeling of relaxation that she hadn't experienced since last night. The rain spattering on the windshield seemed to wash away the worries and fears which were stabbing at her numbed brain and the smooth rhythm of the engine as it purred along soothed her frazzled nerves.
She tried to think of what she would say to her husband. Would she ignore him and give him the silent treatment? Or would she feel sorry for him when she saw how upset he was, and make it up? But what if he didn't apologize? What if he acted as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn't taken her anally last night? Mary just couldn't imagine that Otto would pass over the incident lightly. He just couldn't...not after what he had done to her.
Mary was jolted back to the present by the startling awareness that Bobby's hand was resting lightly on her right thigh! As the highway was crowded with the after-work traffic, she wanted to keep her attention on it, but managed to steal a swift glance at the boy beside her. He was looking straight at her, a disconcerting look in his deep blue eyes. As she looked at him. his fingers tightened on her thigh, and Mary felt the quickened thudding of her heart. Oh God. what was on his mind?
Seconds passed inexorably by, and Mary didn't know what to do. She kept hoping that he'd take his hand away, but he didn't. With a wild flash of hope, she thought that perhaps she was imagining it, but she wasn't. In fact, the boy began an almost unhurried, casual caressing of her thigh, which sent illicit shivers coursing up her spine. I'll tell him to stop! she thought wildly. Yes, that's what I'll do...I'll order him to take his hand away.
She tried to implement her decision, but couldn't. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt immobile and swollen. She kept her eyes glued on the road ahead, her hands kneading frenziedly at the steering wheel. Mary felt as if she was living a nightmare. All freedom of action deserted her and she was terrified with the idea that she no longer controlled her movements. She didn't want the teenager to stroke her thigh like that.. . she wanted him to stop, but she couldn't tell him. Speech had deserted her and she just couldn't tell him!
"Take the next left, Mrs. Maddox," Rich said at last, "and you can let me off at the top of the street. It's only a couple of blocks from there." As he spoke, he casually removed his hand from her thigh and Mary was conscious of a soaring feeling of relief. She felt almost jubilant as though she had been freed of a chain of bondage.
"Well, I think you made some progress today. Rich." she said, a tinge of hysteria in her voice.
"It won't be long now before you're caught up with the rest of the class. That is, if you're not way ahead of them!"
"Here is fine for me," Rich said again and Mary slowed down the car. It's all right now . . I should hare told him to slop, hut it doesn't matter. It won't happen again...
"So long, Rich," the schoolteacher said cheerfully, "see you tomorrow!"
The next few seconds were utter confusion for Mary, and then, in a moment of unadulterated horror, she realized that the teenager was kissing her. Before she realized what was happening, his moist warm lips were clamped against hers and his arms were surprisingly hard and strong around her back.
She tried to pull back, but she was imprisoned in his impassioned hug. She tried to move her face to one side, but she was unable to as his mouth held hers in a burning, possessive kiss. Aghast, she felt his tongue probing against her teeth, forcing entrance into her unwilling mouth. His wet. swirling organ circled around lasciviously inside her defenseless mouth and Mary could feel his teeth grinding against her bruised lips.
Her head was whirling and the frightened hammering of her heart was like the pounding of a drum. And then, without warning, he was gone.
Mary stared in bewilderment at his diminishing figure as he loped down the block, the car door still hanging open. He had left her, without a word! Mary was dazed with amazement. Mechanically, she closed the car door and caught a glimpse of her disheveled face in the mirror. Oh God, I look a sight, she said silently and proceeded to try and tidy her hair. Her actions were automatic and orderly, but her brain was churning with puzzled questions.
What had made the boy do a thing like that? Was it the fact that she had allowed him to caress her thigh? Had her apparent lack of resistance encouraged him to go a step further?
A little stab of guilt nudged Mary. She should have stopped him stroking her leg. she knew. But she also knew that for some strange reason she had been powerless to stop him, just as she had been unable to stop his illicit kiss. What kind of woman did he think she was, anyway? Did he think he could take such liberties with her and get away with it?
Her thoughts were indignant but she was uncomfortably aware that she had offered no palpable resistance to his advances. Her action, therefore, or rather, lack of it. made her almost as bad as he was. . .
* * *
With relief, Mary saw that she was approaching the turn-off for her own home. She was confused and upset by what had happened, all the more so because she couldn't find a reason for her strangely acquiescent behavior. Everything that was happening was so unbelievable lately. First, that anal scene with Otto and the terrible humiliation he .had subjected her to, and now, today, one of her pupils had made advances to her, even going so far as to kiss her!
Mary didn't know what to think, but decided to push the episode with Rich out of her mind for the moment. She had more than enough to worry about right now, because she knew that Otto would be at home already. In fact, she could see his car in the driveway. She was aware of a curious feeling of dread, gnawing at the pit of her stomach and she realized that she was trembling at the thought of seeing her husband again!
The son of a bitch, she thought with unaccustomed anger, no matter what he says.! II never forgive him for what he did to me.. . NEVER!
CHAPTER FOUR
Otto closed the front door silently behind him and hurried over to his car. He was relieved that Mary wasn't awake yet, and that he wouldn't have to make any awkward explanations. He had left a terse note, saying he had to work overtime and he knew that his wife would accept it without question. Things might have proved difficult if he had to face her with his false excuse. She was sometimes so astute, able to see right through him, and he was sure that he would blush or some other way communicate to her that he was lying.
He eased the car out of the driveway and as soon as he was heading in the direction of the expressway, began to relax.
It was early yet, not quite ten, but Mimi had told him to come early so that she could spend some time with him before her busy hours began.
She had hardly been off his mind during the day and night which had passed since he last saw her. His whole world seemed to have changed since meeting her and he had been excited and relieved beyond belief when she had said that she wanted to see him again, too. He had been afraid that she would regard him purely in the light of one of her paying customers, and even that, he had to admit, would be preferable to not seeing her at all. But in fact, Mimi seemed to be genuinely interested in him and his problems, and he couldn't deny that he was fascinated by the provocative blonde.
He had never met anyone like her before in his life. To him, she was woman incarnate, and he could hardly believe his luck that he was involved with her. She seemed to exude pure, animal sex, but it was combined with a warm sympathy and understanding, and Otto found himself enslaved completely by the beautiful and enigmatic Miss Veneau. Every time he thought of her, of the soft, willing acquiescence of her perfectly sculpted body, he felt a tingle of chilling sensation coursing through him, and even now, as he sped towards the center of town where she had her apartment, he was aware of the churning awakening deep in the region of his balls.
The one cloud on his otherwise clear horizon was the chasm which he had forged between himself and Mary. He felt a rush of guilt when he recalled how he had fucked her in the ass the other night when he came home from Mimi's. I don't know what got into me! he told himself again and again, recalling his wife's piteous moans of pain as he had plunged his rock-hard rod of lust-engorged flesh into her cringing anus. But he knew that, at the time, he just couldn't help himself. Nothing would have held him back from debasing her like that. She had gone just too far with her taunts and hints, and the comparison between her, and Mimi, the woman he had just left that night, proved too much for him.
Nor could he bring himself to try and make up with her. He tried, but the words choked inside him. He would have liked for things to run smoothly again, but every time he looked at Mary, and saw what he read as contempt and disgust mirrored in her face, something inside him froze and any embryo apology that he was nurturing secretly shriveled up and died.
That goddamned bitch deserved it. . . maybe now she'll at least respect me as a man who won't buckle down to her. . .
His knuckles whitened as his hands clenched the steering wheel and he tried to force the memory of his cold and distant wife out of his teeming brain.
But he found it hard not to wonder about her behavior when she came home from work yesterday. She was flushed and appeared agitated, as if something had happened to her. I fact, at times, she seemed almost triumphant, a if she had a precious secret that she wasn't going to tell. She had acted extremely remote maintaining a polite blandness, and dinner had been an ordeal. She had gone to bed early and was pretending to be asleep when he finally joined her.
He would have preferred if she had made a big scene, had lost her temper and accused him of the bestiality of which he was guilty. That would have cleared the air and then they could have talked things over, the way they used to in the early days of their marriage.
I'm sick and tired of worrying about her, he thought with sudden vehemence. She can go to hell for all I care right now. . .
He had already made the exit for Mimi's place and was now very near to where she lived. Almost miraculously, the images of his wife began to fade from his worried brain and were being replaced by thoughts of Mimi's beautiful, golden form, stretched out invitingly on the velvet sofa. He could almost see the glimmering softness of her velvety flesh, almost feel the ripe fullness of her firm breasts, almost smell the heady feminine odor of her...
* * *
Mary awoke feeling hot and clammy, with the beginnings of a headache. Her brain was reeling from the effects of a dream she'd had. She couldn't remember it very well, but knew that Rich Bunker, the young sophomore, had figured in it. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was past eleven. She very rarely slept that late, and with a pang of remorse, she pulled herself up out of the comfortable bed. She was glad that Otto was gone. She knew that he was probably working overtime, or else out playing golf, which he sometimes did on Saturdays. Thank goodness, I'll have the whole day to myself, she thought with a feeling of pleasure, as she put on a light robe and made her way into the kitchen.
She lit the burner under the coffee pot and then glanced almost disinterestedly at her husband's note. Lighting a cigarette, she sat down, her legs curled under her, as she waited for the coffee to heat. It was beautiful outside, she saw, and felt her early morning depression lifting from her clouded brain. Although it wasn't actually early morning, she felt as tired and unrested as if it had been just dawn. Her thoughts flew back to the previous day and what had happened with the audacious young teenager in the car. The touch of his mouth on hers seemed to linger with a nagging persistence, and she couldn't forget the caressing, titillating strokes he had given her thigh. What made him do such a thing? she asked herself for the umpteenth time. She was unable to find a, satisfactory answer, and this worried her. In young Rich was one of the forward types, like other kids in the class, she would have! understood.
But he wasn't. He was very polite, almost shy, and Mary couldn't shake loose the idea that she herself must have in some way encouraged him. Seeing that the coffee was ready, she poured herself a cup. As she moved back towards the kitchen table, she saw the big, clearly numbered calendar that she used as a reminder for things she had to do. She stared at today's date, the 21st, and saw with dismay, the words she had scribbled. R.B. 12:00
For a moment, Mary was sure she'd made a mistake that today wasn't the 21st...but it was.
Oh No, she moaned silently, I'd forgotten completely...Today was the day Rich Bunker was coming to the house for some private tutoring. She recalled clearly the arrangements they'd made nearly two weeks ago. Rich couldn't make it last Saturday because of some baseball practice, so they had settled it for this week. The end of semester finals were coming up and Mary wanted all her students to make a good showing...
Maybe he'll forget, she said doubtfully, glancing anxiously at the clock. No wonder he wasn't surprised when I said "See you tomorrow.'" He probably hasn't forgotten at all.. .
Worriedly, Mary hurried towards the bedroom. Oh God, I don't want to face him so soon, not after what happened in the car.. .
She selected one of her attractive, becoming summer dresses and then decided on a quick shower. The needle-sharp spray of the hot water seemed to inject her flagging spirits with new courage and she began to view the situation in a different light. Why should I be worried at seeing him again? He's the one who made the mistake, stepped out of line. . . He won't have the nerve to try anything again, and if he does, I'll put him in his place. In fact, he'll probably apologize and then we can forget all about the incident.. .
Mary was just coming out of the bedroom after dressing when she heard the front doorbell. Aware of the quickening thud of her heart, she hurried over to the hall and opened the door. It was Rich.
She didn't know whether to be glad or sorry to see him. She stood there for a moment, not saying anything, just staring at the boy. It seemed to Mary that he was looking at her almost insolently and she wondered if it was just her imagination.
"Oh Rich," she said at length, "come right in. I wasn't sure whether you'd remember or not!"
"Were you hoping I'd forget?" he said, a touch of arrogance in his tone.
"N-no, why should I?"
Mary motioned to him to enter, wondering at his rude remark, and painfully aware of the inadequacy of her own reply. This is ridiculous, she told herself sternly, you're acting like a schoolgirl. Don't forget you're this boy's teacher!
"Did you do the homework I gave you?" she asked authoritatively, showing him into the; living room.
"Sure, Mrs. Maddox, I do everything you tell me." Rich smiled confidently.
Pushing all other thoughts out of her head, Mary applied herself to her task. As soon as she started work with her students, Mary always felt as if she had been transformed into a totally different person. She was really interested in what she was doing, and concentrated every ounce of her being on what she was doing. Otto sometimes said she was too single-minded, but she maintained that one couldn't do anything, no matter what it was, properly, if one didn't concentrate.
Rich plainly wasn't too interested, but Mary forced him to keep his mind on it, and when she next looked at the clock, it was one-thirty.
"Phew! Time has certainly flown!" she said, surprised. "How about a Coke, Rich? We sure could do with a break!"
"I'd rather have a beer,' the teenager replied casually. "A beer?"
"Sure, why not? You don't think I'm too young, do you?"
There was a derisive note in his voice and Mary was thrown off balance. She knew that he was too young, at fifteen, to drink beer, but then, she didn't want to sound old-fashioned or prudish. She had a feeling that kids did everything earlier these days, and took a secret pride in her ability to keep abreast of the trends. The last thing she wanted was for her students to think her behind the times. She felt that the rapport which she had with them was due entirely to her ability to "think young" and she didn't want anything to shatter that valuable communication.
She took a beer out of the ice-box, and decided on a gin and tonic for herself.
Rich was seated at one end of the long studio couch when she returned to the living room and handing him his beer, she sat down near him, gratefully sipping her cool, refreshing drink. She felt much better than she had since she got up and the gin was helping her to relax even more. The fiery liquid trickled a burning path, sending out fingers of soothing calmness which radiated through it her body. Her problems seemed to recede into the distance. Even Otto's unbelievable cruelty didn't seem so bad in perspective, and Mary felt a tiny ray of hope that things would work out. Even Rich, in spite of his initial, ambiguous remarks, didn't seem like the same boy who had so crudely kissed her yesterday. It was probably an isolated incident, a spur of the moment impulse, regretted and almost forgotten. Idly, she turned to look at her young student, who was drinking his beer with obvious enjoyment. He certainly is a nice-looking boy, she mused inwardly, and was surprised at herself for not noticing it before. He seemed older than his fifteen years, especially when he looked at one with his frank, unwavering gaze. He was staring at Mary now with such intensity that she had to look away first.
"How about another beer?" she asked, breaking the silence. The youth nodded assent and Mary fixed herself another drink and handed him a second beer. When we've finished these, we 'II really have to get to work, she told herself. She wondered when Otto, her husband would return. He hadn't mentioned it in the note and she supposed it would be evening before she saw him again. Not that she cared, if last evening was an example of how he was reacting to her now.
It was naive of her to have expected an apology from him, she realized now. In fact, Otto seemed to bear her some kind of grievance, as if he had been the one who had been humiliated and debased. But if he was expecting her to make the first move, he had another think coming.
She felt pleasantly dizzy and bathed in a languorous warmth which made everything seem rosy and relaxed. She was barely aware that Rich had moved closer to her on the sofa. She was thinking that almost for the first time, she didn't want to get back to work. She'd much rather sit here, thinking idly, abandoning herself blissfully to the intoxicating effects of the two drinks.
But reality crashed with a resounding bang into her idyllic torpor. A cold-wave of apprehension shivered through her as she realized that Rich was stroking her thigh in the same way as he had yesterday in the car. For a few long moments, Mary couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a nightmare over which she had no control. She was hardly aware of the rhythmic caressing motion on her upper leg, yet she knew that tiny wisps of pleasure were gathering strength deep inside her.
At last, she managed to gather her reeling senses into some form of obedience.
"R-Rich. stop that! Stop it at once!" she gasped, pulling her thigh away with a convulsive gesture.
"Why? Why should I stop? You liked it, didn't you?" His voice was insinuating and mesmerizing.
"No! No, I didn't!"
"But you didn't stop me, Mrs. Maddox...I was stroking your lovely soft thigh for a few minutes and you didn't even try to stop me...you must like it..."
Mary stared at the youth with growing amazement, coupled with fear. Oh God, why hadn't she stopped him as soon as he started? Why hadn't she repulsed his very first movement? I didn't even realize he was doing it. . . her conscience pleaded feebly. I was deep in thought and I didn't know he was stroking and caressing my thigh...just like he's doing now again!
Mary was paralyzed into immobility. Her eyes stared in fascinated horror at the deft, upward movements of the boy's hand as it slid alone the bare, tingling flesh of her naked leg, pushing up the hem of her dress as it edged upwards.
"Noooo...Rich, nooooo..." she pleaded, half-incoherently, her voice sounding unconvincing even to her own ears. She tried to pull away, to release her leg from the teenager's avid grasp, but she couldn't.
Then he began to kiss her. His mouth ground down on her unprepared lips, cutting off her breath. His teeth were hard and sharp against her tender flesh and his tongue shot relentlessly into her half-open orifice and began to swirl lewdly around her own dormant organ. His lips had a hungry insistence which frightened her, and made her weak and powerless.
At the same time, his hand was sliding inexorably upwards, until at last, it came into contact with the elastic leg band of her panties.
For a shattering moment, Mary's heart stopped. Oh dear God in heaven, what's happening? her tortured brain screamed as she felt his fingers insinuating themselves under the scant garment. They were like crawling insects on her sensitive flesh, converging on the honeyed center of her trembling body.
Oh God! Oh God stop! she cried inwardly, her mouth still trapped by Rich's avaricious kiss. Desperately, she closed her thighs, clamping them together in a futile effort to protect the quivering fulcrum of her femininity. But she was defenseless against the insidious menace of the boy's foraging hand, and her blood ran cold with paralyzing fear when his fingers came into shattering contact with the first straying wisps of her pubic hair.
"Don't worry, Mary," the teenager hissed, his breath warm against her ear, "you'll like it, I know you will. You liked my kiss yesterday, didn't you?"
Even his casual use of her first name made no impression on the bewildered young schoolteacher. Her whirling brain was blank and her mouth was dry and arid. She wanted to say something, to object, to plead, to command, but she couldn't. She wanted to pull away, to stop this outrage, but she was helpless. Oh God, what's wrong with me? Why am I letting him do this to me?
Tears started to her eyes and she wanted to sob her heart out, but even that relief was denied to her. The young student's fingers were edging nearer to the quivering flesh of her panty-covered vagina and Mary found herself holding her breath, apprehension and revulsion commingling in her shock-frozen body. After a moment's hesitation, when his fingers hovered above her hair-lined slit, Rich began to burrow down into her wetly-squirming pussy-flesh.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.. . Oh God, please stop!" Mary sobbed piteously, grinding her buttocks down into the softness of the sofa cushion in a helpless gesture of escape. Dear God, why did I have that second gin? she scolded herself, realizing that the alcohol had weakened her resistance.
The boy continued to plunge his swirling fingers into the velvety depths of the schoolteacher's helplessly writhing pussy. They searched and probed the moist, tender folds, digging mercilessly into the secret interior of her private womanhood.
Shame and humiliation flooded through Mary and her face burned scarlet. Oh God, what was happening to her? She was letting this arrogant youth, almost young enough to be her son, fondle her genitals, without doing a thing to stop him! An image of how she must look flashed cruelly through her mind, and added to her self-recrimination. What would her husband say if he knew?
Otto! She had forgotten.. . her husband might walk in at any moment and find her like this! Oh God, what was she to do? She had to stop this depraved youth, had to find the strength to repel him...
"Please, Rich...my husband..." she began pleadingly, but just then, his middle finger came into startling, searing contact with the fleshy pleasure-bud of her clitoris.
A blinding flash of sensation shot through Mary and new waves of shame crept over her as she realized that what she felt was excitement! There was no denying it. . . even now, little ripples of exquisite feeling were coursing through her as Rich continued his lascivious manipulation of the turgid little bud of her clitoris. Desperately, her brain tried to fight the mortifying mutiny in her body. This is wrong, -it's disgusting, it's sick.. . she told herself wordlessly. Panic fought with the rising tide of her arousal. . . and lost!
She didn't care about anything now. It was too late to have second thoughts, or doubts of any kind. Her body was on fire in a way it hadn't been for a long time, and she couldn't, wouldn't deny herself the spasms of pleasure convulsing through her. It was so long since she had felt aroused and impassioned and now that she was experiencing those unbelievable sensations again, she wasn't about to stop them.
Rich's fingers were flicking deftly in and out of her madly twitching cunt, brushing electrically against the blood-engorged knob of her pseudo phallus, and slowly, she began to relax her strong, resisting grip that held her inner legs clamped tightly together.
Her dress was bunched up around her hips, and the boy wrenched angrily at the remaining protective covering of her panties, pulling them away from her wetly trembling cunt. Mary felt the cool rush of air on her nakedly exposed vagina, but she didn't care. She only wanted the youth's incredible caressing to go on and on, so that she could continue to enjoy the almost unbelievable heights of pleasure to which she was slowly climbing. Unconsciously, she began to grind her lust-demented pelvis against the boy's nakedly driving hand, forcing the squirming flesh of her passion-aroused genitals against the firm resistance of his probing fingers.
His fingertips began to play tantalizingly around the gently pulsing opening to her body, titillating the fragile flesh almost unbearably...and then...
"AAAAAGGGHHH...Ooooohhhhhh..." Mary cried unrestrainedly as the young student suddenly rammed three of his fingers to the hilt into the unsuspecting depths of her softly clasping vagina.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" the passion wracked schoolteacher chanted, her inner muscles contracting tightly on the swirling fingers. Her hips began to churn in simulation of fucking as she tried to draw the pleasure-giving fingers deeper and deeper inside her love-starved cuntal depths.
Her whole body was on fire with the myriad of pleasurable sensations which had taken possession on her, and her brain was lulled into relaxation by the overpowering force of her ecstasy. She didn't care that her husband might walk in at any moment; that he might find her there, her legs lewdly splayed while one of her young teenage students manipulated her genitals. She didn't care that he might hear her lascivious moans of pleasure, that he might see the depths to which she had sunk by submitting to a boy almost half her age. She just didn't care. After what he had done to her, she didn't care what his reaction to her infidelity might be. Any husband who treated his wife the way Otto treated her the other night, deserved to be paid back...
Then all thoughts were blanked out by the sudden tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure which washed over her, sweeping her like flotsam along in its swirling surf. Her head was going round and round and she was vaguely aware that she was moaning incoherently with almost inhuman savagery.
"Oh my God, Rich...I'm almost there...I'm...I'm...cumming!"
Her body was twisting and flailing like a dervish and her pelvis pounded helplessly against the sofa as her thighs closed in around Rich's stroking hand.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhhh...I'm cumming!" she called again, as her body was shaken with volcanic force by the eruptions of pleasure taking place inside her. She thought her body would disintegrate into thousands of pieces from the explosive spasms which shook her. Her head was spinning and her eyes were blinded by a weird kaleidoscope of startlingly bright colors which flashed electrically, changing their acrylic glowing with each new wave of orgasmic pleasure.
She forgot completely where she was or the reason for the thunderous climax. She forgot all about Rich, still caressing her tingling, throbbing genitals. All she was aware of was the wonderful feeling of release that she was experiencing, a feeling that her flesh was finally stripped of its inhibitions and her spirit allowed to find its own pinnacle of pleasure.
At last, the shudders subsided and her head stopped spinning and threads of rationality returned. Mary didn't want to face reality so soon. She just wanted to bask in the warm afterglow of her climax, and make it last for as long as possible.
"Well, you can't tell me you didn't like that!"
The boy's almost contemptuous voice cut in on Mary's rapturous thoughts and a feeling of revulsion shuddered through her. Half-opening her eyes, she could see him staring down at her.
Oh God, what have I done? she thought wildly, staring with undisguised loathing at the student.
Summoning her fading strength, Mary struggled to a sitting position. She was aware of her disheveled appearance, the naked, open "vee" of her vagina, moistly gleaming from the secretions of her violent orgasm. Deep shame raged inside her and added venom to her scathing words.
"Get the hell out of here! Get out of here and don't come back!"
Rich stared at her in amazement, hardly daring to believe his ears. But there was an ominous note in her voice and he thought it best to disappear.
Quickly he hurried towards the front door, and without a word, let himself out, but not before he heard the anguished sobs of the schoolteacher which filled the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's well known, Otto, that an industrial society consumes far more resources and contributes far more to the pollution of the environment than an agrarian society;" Mimi said quietly, sipping her drink. She was stretched out on the love-seat in her apartment, sheathed in a long flowing gown of an alluring diaphanous material.
"Don't tell me you're one of those "back to the land" brigade!" Otto laughed, unable to imagine his beautiful blonde mistress surviving on a farming homestead. "What do you think, Janice?"
He addressed his question to the gorgeous, raven-haired girl who was lounging gracefully in one of the velvet covered chairs. She hadn't contributed much to the lively conversation, but Otto had been casting covert glances at her as she sat there serenely. She had been there already when Otto turned up to visit Mimi, and had been introduced to him as "my very best friend, Janice Plimpton."
Certainly Janice, with her almost Spanish coloring and her dark, smoldering eyes was a perfect foil for Mimi's fragile fairness, and Otto was hard put to decide which was the most attractive.
"Well, obviously one of the first things to get organized is efficient population control," she replied at last in a soft, smooth voice.
"Sure it is," he agreed, "but how do you get all those millions of Indians and Chinese to go along with that?"
"I'm not quite sure they're the real problem," Janice smiled.
"What do you mean? Of course they are. Everyone knows that they're over-populated, that their countries are absolutely teeming with hordes of starving, dying people."
"That may be," Janice went on assuredly, "but they're not a major contributing factor of the slow destruction of the environment."
"Well, if they're not, who is?" Otto said, a trifle belligerently.
"Well, it has been found that an American, for example, has twenty-five times the impact on the environment as an Indian, so that-"
"What does that mean?" Otto interrupted.
"What it means is," Mimi interjected, "that the problem of population is actually more acute in a developed country, such as the States or Britain, than it is in an underdeveloped one. And now, I suggest we change the subject, before we all get too heated."
All three laughed, and the slight tension which had been unconsciously building up was dispersed. Otto knew he always got too edgy when he discussed subjects like these. He couldn't help feeling that much of the blame was to be laid at the door of developing countries which just would not give up their old ways in favor of modern methods of agriculture and industry. It irked him when he thought of all the money that the States, via the taxpayers like himself, was pouring into the yawning abyss of Asia, and angrier still when he saw how little thanks his country was getting for her generosity.
However, he was really relieved to drop the subject, even though he had been really surprised to find out how intelligent and well-informed both girls were.
But Mimi, in the two weeks since he had first met her, had never ceased to surprise him and he found himself more fascinated than ever by her. She had a way of really making him unwind, which he certainly needed these days, with things so rough at home. But, of course, the real reason he kept coming to see her was that he was crazy about her. He had never met anyone like her before and every time he visited her, and they fucked, he thought he could never wait till the next time.
She occupied every moment of his waking thoughts, and many of his dreams too, and he still couldn't believe his good luck that she too seemed attracted to him. If he didn't have Mimi, he didn't know what he'd do. Life was just unbearable with his wife. What he had done to Mary was terrible, inexcusable, even, he had to admit, and he was really sorry that he'd lost his temper and fucked her in the ass. He had relented after a few days and tried to make up with her but it was no good. She just wouldn't listen to him.
In fact, she seemed to get even more upset over the incident as time went on. Dave was sure that time would be the healing factor, but the opposite was true. Well, he'd given up. He'd tried his best but she just didn't want a reconciliation. She seemed content to go on in the same way, immersed as she was in a cold, silent daze.
Otto realized that Mimi was refilling the drinks and that he was alone with Janice. He didn't know what to say; he didn't want to bring up again the subject they were discussing, because of its controversial nature, but on the other hand, he wasn't sure that Janice knew what his relationship was with Mimi. He also began to wonder if the beautiful dark-haired girl was going to leave. Time was passing and he wanted to be alone with Mimi before he had to get back home. He had made a point of getting home pretty early, because he didn't want to arouse his wife's animosity any more than he had already.
It was Janice who finally broke the silence.
"Mimi tells me you're fabulous in bed..."
Otto stared at her. his eyes bulging in disbelief. For a moment, he didn't know if he'd heard right. He glanced furtively at the beautiful girl beside him. Her face was unchanged and there was nothing to indicate that she had made such an amazing statement.
Otto decided he'd better say something, and fervently wished that his mistress would return.
"Have you known Mimi for long?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. He couldn't help noticing that the edge of her dress had slid up and was revealing a bare, polished expanse of thigh, and somehow his eyes seemed to be riveted on the alluring flesh.
"Oh yes. for years, and I've never known her to be as bowled over by anyone as she is by you."
Otto felt a blush creeping over his face and averted his gaze from the provocative sight of her naked leg. He was pleased, of course, by what she said about Mimi's feeling for him, but he was disturbed by the casual, almost appraising way she said: "So you must be quite something," she went on, "because believe me, Mimi's had plenty of experience and knows what she's talking about."
Otto was aware of a dart of anger. So Mimi was discussing him with her friend, was she? Who knows how many others she's told about their relationship...
Just then, an awkward situation was relieved by Mimi's entrance, carrying a tray of drinks.
She handed one to Otto, just as Janice went on: "I've been repeating to Otto all these glowing reports you've been giving me, and he seems quite embarrassed. You can't be praising him enough..."
To Otto's surprise, Mimi only laughed. He had somehow expected her to be angry, or at least slightly upset over this blatant breach of confidence, but obviously she found the whole thing amusing.
"Well, I don't want to give him a big head...He's already got a big cock, and that's enough for me."
The young husband's face flushed a fiery red and he was excruciatingly aware that Janice's dark, mysterious e; s were fastened on the stirring bulge of his awakening penis.
Otto wanted o s y something, anything to get hold of t! situation. They were talking about him as if he wasn't even there, the way they obviously did when he actually was absent. He took a deep gulp of his drink, to steady himself, determined to assert himself before things got out of hand. But Janice spoke first.
"You've really got me interested, Mimi," she murmured, and Otto, to his astonishment, saw her rise and begin to walk slowly over to him.
"Don't you believe me?" Mimi laughed, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Sure, but I just want to see for myself!" Janice replied, still staring pointedly at the churning outline of Otto's rapidly arousing cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I can see it's beginning to get hard already," she whispered, dropping to her knees with a graceful motion. And before Otto had time to fully realize what was going on, her ivory-white hand was on his fly, pulling down the zipper and releasing the palpitating length of his imprisoned shaft.
"Wha..." he gasped, looking first at Mimi and then at the gorgeous woman kneeling at his feet.
"Well, now do you believe me?" Mimi questioned laughingly, "and it's not fully erect yet!"
"Yes, I see what you mean, but I'm still not convinced!" Otto couldn't believe his ears. He had never heard anything remotely like this conversation before and he was absolutely staggered by Janice's behavior. It almost seemed to him as if they had some kind of plot hatched out. with himself as the central figure, obviously to be kept in the dark until at least the very last minute.
"Now look here," he began in a threatening voice, but they didn't seem to hear.
"Well, there's only one way to convince you once and for all," Mimi said to her friend, "but I don't know if Otto will be agreeable..."
"Will someone tell me what this is all about?" He tried to inject a menacing, almost authoritative note into his voice but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. Janice's long delicate fingers were trailing enticingly against the burning flesh of his penis and the thrilling sensation was sending chills of illicit pleasure shooting through his slightly squirming body.
"Janice would like to fuck you." Mimi explained, "but we're not sure that you'll go along with what she wants.. . "
Otto was dumbfounded. His eyes widened in amazement, and he just couldn't believe the incredible words he'd heard. They had to be kidding.. .
"I...I don't..." he stammered incoherently, unable to say anything else.
"It looks like you're out of luck tonight, sweetie," Mimi said sympathetically to her friend.
No! No! You're wrong, Mimi, he thought wildly. I do want to fuck your gorgeous friend. She's beautiful, like a sleek, sensual animal, and I'm just dying to ram my prick between those long luscious legs of hers that I got such a good view of just a few minutes back. But I'm completely thrown off balance by what's happening, I'm so excited at the thought of what might happen, that I can't even speak properly. . .
Janice's soft, sultry voice interrupted his lewd thoughts.
"Not so fast, Mimi honey," she purred silkily, "I think I can get this virile lover of yours to change his mind..."
Otto stared at Janice, his heart thumping painfully in his rib cage. Of course he wanted her, had wanted her from the very first minute he laid eyes on her. But he had suppressed that longing, because of Mimi. He was afraid she might be angry if he said anything of his desire, and also, Janice hadn't, until a few minutes before, given him any indication that she was interested in him. But now...
Otto drew in his breath sharply when he saw that the svelte, raven-haired beauty was unzipping her dress, allowing it to fall carelessly over her smooth, tanned shoulders. His naked cock leaped excitedly as he caught a glimpse of the provocative swelling of her golden breasts, rising up proudly out of the confines of her lace brassiere. He stared in mute admiration as the dress slid down over her gracefully flared hips and finally landed in a heap at her ankles to be casually discarded.
Janice was standing there, clad only in a; revealing black brassiere and matching panties. She looked like one of the fabulous Egyptian goddesses that he'd seen pictures A, unattainable but infinitely desirable.
"I think he's getting more interested already," Mimi observed dryly, but Otto hardly heard her. He'd forgotten all about his blonde mistress. He was captured by the mysterious spell that Janice had cast over him, and he knew that no matter what happened, he had to have her. He had to fuck this incredible goddess-woman, if it was the last thing he did, even if it meant a break with Mimi!
He continued to stare, mesmerized, as Lola slowly turned around, leaving him with a view of her long, shapely back.
His breath began to come in ragged pants as -he saw her unclasp the hook at the back, and then, with unbelievable slowness, she turned around again.
"Oh Christ.. . " Otto gasped, standing up almost unconsciously, oblivious to the throbbing stern of his fully erect cock jutting out. His eyes were glued on the honeyed ovals of her firm, upswept breasts, like twin peaks, surmounted by crests of unbelievable rosiness. The nipples were like spearheads, turgid and pulsatingly alive.
"Janice.. . " he whispered, taking an unsteady step closer to the nearly naked woman.
Unhurriedly, she slipped her slender, tapering fingers inside the waistband of her black panties and began to slip them down over her smoothly curved hips, revealing at last the dark, ebony triangle at the "vee" of her long shapely legs.
Suddenly, Otto couldn't stand it any longer. It was more than flesh and blood could bear, and the sight of the glossy, softly-wisping curls at the base of her flat, smooth little belly was too much for him.
With a savage snarl, he lunged himself at the naked woman, pulling her to the floor in a tight, inflexible embrace.
For a moment, a terrible moment, he was afraid that she was going to struggle. But instead, she opened her arms to receive him and her mouth sought his eagerly. Her lips were hungry and warm beneath his and almost immediately her wetly probing tongue slipped into his mouth and began a slippery swirling around his own excited organ. His head began to whirl and he felt that he was alone in the world with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.
"Christ Janice, I want to fuck you..." he whispered hoarsely, his hands already streaking down to grasp the heaving fullness of her palpitating breasts.
Her fully stiff nipples were like pinpoints of steel against his palms and he could feel the heated blood of passion coursing through the throbbing mounds.
"I'm beginning to think maybe Mimi was right." Janice murmured as she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deft and eager.
Otto found himself stretched out on his back, giving himself over completely to Janice's rapid undressing. He had forgotten about Mimi and even her friend's mention of her name didn't worry him. He didn't care about anything now but what was happening with Janice, and when at last he was naked, he reached out to pull her long, slender body to him.
"Boy, you're sure in a hurry now after your slow start," Janice quipped and Otto saw with amazement that she was positioning herself over him. A tanned, shapely leg was planted on either side of his supine body and he could see the enticing triangle of her darkly gleaming pubic "vee" hovering over the lust-distended shaft of his cock.
Once again, her pleasure-giving fingers were burnishing electrically against his desire-maddened rod, stroking it upward, coaxing it towards the openly spread pivot of her passion aroused body.
Otto was quivering with mounting pleasure as he watched the beautiful, lithe body poised above him. A tingle of lewd anticipation quickened his blood and he thought he'd never seen a more erotic sight than the crude, primitive position she had assumed. Her long, raven-colored hair hung like a velvet curtain around her lust-distorted face, and the full, ripe circles of her breasts were palpitating with growing excitement. He could see the muscles and cords in her tensed thighs stiffen and tauten as she began to lower herself over Otto's trembling body.
"Oh God!" he gasped with sudden vehemence as the first electrifying contact with the rock-hardness of the head of his frantically upreaching cock. The searing touch of her fragile feminine flesh on his unyielding male hardness sent a shudder of animal passion rushing through him. And then, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
He had gone through too much to hold back now. Janice had managed to titillate him to the point where every nerve ending was tense and raw. his whole being concentrated on the desire which was like a gnawing, grating knot deep inside him. The breathtaking slowness of her descent on his lust-demented penis was just too much for him. He'd waited, held back when his entire body was crying out for fulfillment, and now at last he had to answer that cry.
His hands reached up and tightened around the silky flesh of her hips, making her gasp out from the sudden pain. For a split second, he wavered, as if gathering his strength.
And then...
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Janice sobbed wildly, as Otto, with brutal force, slammed her unsuspecting pelvis down, impaling her mercilessly on the granite-hard shaft of his blood-engorged cock.
"OH GOD, STOP, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" She begged, her voice hoarse with pain. But Otto was oblivious to her cries. His fingers were still digging into the bruised flesh of her hips and he was forcing her down even further, burying his pistoning cock deeper into her helpless depths.
The dryly clinging walls closed in on his embedded shaft, and the softly throbbing outer edges of her openly spread cunt were moist and tender against the hirsute base of his lewdly skewering penis.
Her shining, sable hair partially covered her face but Otto could see that it was flushed and that she was biting her lip to keep from crying out again. He could feel his lust-inflated rod expanding even more inside the defenseless warmth of her nakedly writhing body, and he flexed it cruelly, making the lovely young woman wince with new agony. Then slowly, he guided her upwards, letting his pulsating hardness slide from her widely stretched vagina, until just the hard rubbery head was still enclosed in the clinging orifice, And then, he slammed her helpless body down again with vicious ruthlessness, sinking his throbbing shaft to the hilt. "Aaaaaaaahhnhh...Ooooohhhhhh..." she gasped as her inner passage adjusted to the lust-expanded rod of flesh inside her. Slowly, she began to move up and down of her own accord. rising very gradually and with infinite caution, until just the tip was still embedded in her warm, clasping depths. Then she descended again, sliding down the palpitating pole, coming to rest against the hard flesh of his lower abdomen.
Her hands reached down and grasped his hips as she began to increase her rhythm, moving faster and faster, gaining momentum with each passing second.
"Ooooooohhhhh...Mmmmmmmm..." she sighed suddenly, and Otto saw that her head was thrown back, her long shining hair like a jet-black mane streaming over her arched back, the full heaving circles of her breasts were bouncing heavily from her exertion and her strong thighs suddenly tightened around hi pelvis. Her shapely, red lips were half open and her smoldering eyes seemed glazed with lust She was bobbing up and down on his pistoning cock with a hungry rhythm of her own, and the greedy clasping of her inner vaginal membrane was so strong that Otto thought she would nearly yank off his pile-driving rod.
The sight of her, astride him like a pagan princess, savage and wild, added to the tremendous shudders of pleasure spasming through his body. He had never experienced sex in this primitive way before, and the novelty of it combined with the tantalizing lewdness of his position gave him a licentious chill, which rippled along his spine.
He was barely aware of a rustling beside him but turning his head slightly, he saw, to his amazement and dawning mystification that Mimi was pulling off her dress. He had forgotten all about the blonde in his wild desire for Janice. He wondered for a brief moment if she was angry, but realized that she couldn't be, because he hadn't heard a word from her. The knowledge that she had obviously been watching while Janice fucked him thrilled him perversely. But what was she doing now?
As if in answer, Mimi moved closer, his creamy flesh' only inches away from his face.
"Mimi.. . " he began tentatively, his voice stilted and unnatural.
"Don't worry, honey." she said huskily, "I'm just going to get a bit of the fun too..." Before Otto had time to puzzle out what she meant, she was squatting over him, and with a blinding flash of realization, Otto knew what she meant to do.
He drew in his breath sharply as the enticing pink flesh of her openly spread vagina came into his view. Already he could inhale the exotic feminine odor of her already glistening cunt, feel the satiny softness of her sensitively squirming inner thigh, and, moments later.. .she was sitting on his face! She had actually positioned herself so that she was straddling his head, the quivering moistness of her hungrily receptive pussy planted firmly on his mouth! For a long moment. Otto felt cut off from all reality. Then, carefully, he reached out with his tongue and swiped at the wet, trembling flesh of Mimi's vagina, tasting the sweetness of her scented cunt, absorbing the tenderness of her passion-pulsing womanhood. "Mmmmmmmmmnn...Ooooohhhhh..." Mimi sighed blissfully, pushing her desire-ridden pussy down harder against Otto's cunt-covered face. He continued to brush the openly presented furrow with his quickening tongue, gaining in expertise as he felt the responsive tremors which reverberated through the gorgeous blonde's body. Her thighs were clamped tight against his head and the edges of her lust-drenched vagina were rimming his nose and mouth His own breath returned to cloud his face, and he blew into her mysterious softness as he continued to lick and suck at the nakedly writhing cleft.
Janice was still bouncing wildly on his hard driving shaft, and he found that he began to probe and slash with his furiously working tongue in time to the convulsive thrusts below Mimi's greedily clasping cunt seemed to squeeze and contract in rhythm too. and Otto's body was tingling and shivering between the two passionately aroused women.
He had never dreamed that he would ever find himself taking two women at once. He was sure that that sort of thing happened only in men's dreams. Yet, here he was, fucking and being fucked by a beautiful raven-haired girl while he was sucking and licking his gorgeous blonde mistress at the same time!
He couldn't help thinking of his wife at moment when he realized that one of his dreams was coming true. Mary didn't want him, and had only contempt for him. thought he was crude and coarse, and yet. Janice and Mimi obviously desired and wanted him. But then, they were real women. They knew what a man's real feelings were, and were not ashamed of their own wants and longings. Not like Mary! Well, Mary could go screw herself, as far as he was concerned. He didn't need her, not when he had both Janice and Mimi obviously dying to be fucked by him!
The three bodies slapped together and the wet, lascivious sucking and fucking sounds resounded in the room in a weird obscene cadence. Mimi was moaning and sighing with obvious pleasure and each deep, powerful thrust of his tongue seemed to result in a shuddering spasm of unbelievable pleasure for her. Janice seemed almost in a trance as she bucked and jerked above him, the moistly clinging walls of her hungry pussy milking voraciously on the thickly driving shaft of his cock. Moments later, the air was rent by a piercing wail which seemed to go on and on, and Otto realized that Janice was at last climaxing.
She was like a rag doll being shook by a giant hand that no one else could see. Her body seemed to crumple helplessly only to stiffen again as new waves of pleasure washed through her. Her thighs were like a steel vise around his hips and her fingers clutched convulsively at his bruised flesh as she rode him to the end of her powerful orgasm. Her dark hair was tangled and malted and her beautiful face was flushed and distorted as she moaned and gasped as each successive flood of passion swept over her.
After that. Otto couldn't see what was happening to her. because he was cumming too. His moans of ecstasy were sobbed out almost silently, to be muffled and lost in the steaming depths of Mimi's furiously writhing pussy. His entire body was aflame from top to bottom and he thought that every bone in his body would crack from the tremendous explosions that rocketed through him and made him pound his spine against the floor.
He was experiencing depths of pleasure hitherto unknown to him and he thought he had plummeted into an abyss of eternal arousal. His brain reeled from the fact that he was the center of a lascivious threesome, that he was sucking one lust-demented girl while he fucked another and he knew that he had come a long, long way since the day he had stood hesitantly on Mimi's doorstep.
His entire body seemed to ripple with shudders of orgasmic bliss, and he was barely aware that Mimi, too. was reaching the zenith of her desire.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH...UUUhhhggghhhnnnnhhh..." she cried as she ground the tingling, squirming flesh of her throbbingly alive cunt against Otto's still slashing tongue. He felt the warming moisture of her first onrush of feminine juices and he thought his breath would be cut off from her incredible hammering against his entrapped face. But he continued to swipe and lick feverishly with his exhausted tongue, determined to prolong her pleasure, just as Janice had lengthened his.
At last, he could feel Janice slipping from her straddling position, his wet. rapidly deflating cock falling away easily. Mimi, too, seemed to be satiated as the furious gyrations of her lust-ridden pussy began to subside.
Otto, too, felt a peace stealing over him and was content to lie there quietly, one satisfied dark head and one happy golden one cradled in each arm.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary sat in the teachers' lounge, glad for once, that she was alone. The school day was over and any minute now, the rest of the teachers would stream in to collect their coats and other belongings before heading home. But she just wanted to relax for a few moments before making the journey home. Thank God it's nearly end of semester, she sighed to herself, not for the first time in the last couple of weeks.
This state of affairs was entirely new to the young schoolteacher. Usually, she felt a little depressed as term time ended. During the course of the year, she often grew very fond of her students and hated to see the last of them. But this year...well, everything had changed in her orderly, tidy world during the last two weeks. The nightmare quality of her existence hadn't lessened with the passage of time and Mary wondered if it ever would. Lately, she always seemed to be watching the clock, checking to see if the period was over. Not that she was so anxious to get home. Things were just as bad there, with Otto acting the way he was.
But the truth was, that every moment she was in class, she was excruciatingly conscious of Rich Bunker's eyes burning into her, devouring her with youthful longing.
She had done her best to avoid the boy ever since that fateful Saturday nearly two weeks ago when he had come to the house for some extra study, and had ended up by fondling her genitals to the extent that she climaxed lasciviously!
Even now, as she thought about her shameful acquiescence to the boy's fingering, a blush of shame crept across her worried features. When the teenager had left that day, the enormity of what she had done struck the mortified wife with the sickening force of a mailed fist. She had actually allowed one of her students, a boy nearly half her age, to lewdly stroke and caress her vagina. And she had actually reached an orgasm from his lurid touch!
Mary suppressed a shudder of revulsion as she recalled her debasing submission. Nothing could excuse that, nothing! She felt, during the long, empty nights which followed, during which she often obtained only a couple of hours' sleep, that if things had been better between herself and Otto, she'd tell him the whole story.
Yes, she'd confess to her husband about her disgusting infidelity anything, even his wrath and contempt, would be better than the unbearable weight of guilt which was making her cower with fear and humiliation. But, the way things were at present, she just couldn't! Otto was like a stranger. He virtually ignored her, and the little overtures she had made were cruelly rebuked. Of course, she had to admit to herself that her peace signals weren't very clear or obvious, but at any other time, he would have noticed them and leaped at the chance to make up.
But something else seemed to be causing this terrible rift between tham and Mary just couldn't figure out what it was. Of course, she didn't come right out and say what she was feeling or thinking to Otto, or say that she had forgiven him for what he'd done to her. For the truth was, she hadn't. The recollection of the terrible act he had perpetrated on her rankled bitterly, and she was sure that nothing could erase the memory of her suffering. If he'd apologize, say he was sorry for hurting her, she'd relent, and then she could get a load off her mind by confessing to him about her compliance in the incident with Rich.
But as it was, they had reached a stalemate, and Mary through shame and anger and self-disgust, couldn't break it. Everywhere she turned, she could see an image of herself, submitting lewdly to a teenager's perverse fingering, while, as soon as that picture was blotted out, it was supplanted by an even more shattering one, that of her helpless subjection to her husband's vile desires.
There just didn't seem to be any way out for her, and Mary began to put all her hopes on the fact that school would soon be out for the summer break, and that she would at least be spared contact with the precocious young student. Everywhere Mary went, Rich seemed to be there, although she did her best to avoid him. There was always a disturbing, unfathomable look in his eyes, and the tormented young schoolteacher was haunted by his unwelcome presence. Oh God, when will it ever end?
Mary heard voices and chattering in the hallway and realized that she soon would be no longer alone. Grabbing her jacket and her purse, she hurried to the door and bolted down the hallway before she met any of her colleagues. She just wasn't in the mood for any of the usual Friday afternoon jocularity. She just wanted to get home and have a nice long soak in the tub. Then she'd prepare something for Otto, and leave it in the icebox for him. Undoubtedly, he'd be late getting home tonight, as he was every night lately, and she'd just climb into bed and read until she was so sleepy that she'd just have to fall asleep, hopefully before Otto even got back.
Mary made her way towards her car, in the rather crowded parking lot, and she was just about to open the door, her hand already on the handle, when she saw Rich Bunker sitting casually in the passenger seat! A wave of apprehension shuddered through her. How did he get into the car and what did he want? She realized that she was shaking, and tried to get a grip on herself. Determinedly, she opened the door and slid into the driving seat.
"Well, Rich, how did you get into my car?" she said coldly, not looking at the boy beside her.
"It was open you must have forgotten to lock it!" he replied, and Mary noticed a hesitant note in his usually confident voice. Oh God, what's the matter with me? she cursed silently, that's the second time this week I've forgotten to lock that goddamn door! "Can I do something for you?" she asked, her voice icy. She was feeling irritated at his intrusion, and was trying to keep a check on her emotions so that she wouldn't lose her temper with him.
"I just had to see you, Mary! Please don't be angry with me!" His voice was pleading, and there was a look of anguish on his face which seemed almost incongruous on one so young.
"What did you want to see me about?" Is it your French? Why didn't you report to me after class, like you should?"
"It wasn't about French, or anything like that! It's...it's about what happened that Saturday..."
Mary felt a blush creeping up her face and her hands were gripping the steering wheel.
"I forbid you to talk about that. I...I don't know what came over me that day, but I am deeply ashamed to think it could happen, or that you could take advantage of me when I...I...wasn't feeling too good. If you wish to apologize, that's all right, but you're never to mention it again!"
Mary knew that her voice sounded pompous and lecturing and she felt a pang of guilt. What had happened had been her fault, as well, but she wanted to get across to the youth that it was an isolated incident, and to instill in him the idea that she meant what she said about not mentioning it again.
"I'm not going to apologize!" Rich flung back, his voice excited and half-angry. "I'm glad I did it! I'm glad I fingered your cunt and made you cum that way! You like it; you can't deny you did"'
"Rich! How dare you? Leave the car this minute!" Mary's face was flaming now, and a well of fear had sprung up in her quivering depths. Oh dear God, she might have known something like this would happen...
"I've gotta talk to you, Mary! You've been avoiding me like the plague for the past few weeks, and I'll go crazy if I don't have just a couple of minutes with you in private. Please, Mary..."
Mary looked at the pleading boy and felt a tug of pity for him. He was obviously very upset, almost near to tears. She couldn't leave him, not when he was worked up like this.
There was no telling with teenagers what they would do when under stress. Their emotional problems often seemed mountainous to them and sometimes a calm, sensible talk worked wonders. But she daren't delay in the parking lot; anybody could see them, and it didn't look right for her to be conversing privately like this with one of her students. It would look very suspicious, especially on a Friday afternoon, when kids and teachers alike were only too glad to see the last of each other. No, she'd have to think of something else...
"Rich, we can go back to my house, and talk there for a little while. Then I'll drive you back home!" Mary knew she didn't have to add that a repeat of what happened the last time he was at her house was out of the question. She had made it clear to him what her feelings were on that score, and she knew that he was not enough of a fool to think she was just kidding. Yes. A straight from the shoulder talk would probably fix things up and relieve the tension between them as well.
Rich was silent on the drive home, but Mary noticed that he looked tense and strained, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on herself.
She was glad when she finally pulled into the driveway. She motioned to the boy to follow her into the house and ushered him into the living room.
"How about a coke...or a beer, Rich?" she asked cheerfully.
I'll
"I don't want anything to drink! I want.. . I want to..."
"Well, take it easy and sit down, Rich, and we can talk. But there's no use getting excited," Mary said soothingly, signaling to the distraught boy to join her on the sofa.
"It's all right for you to act so calm," he raged suddenly, "you don't give a damn about me. As far as I'm concerned, you don't even notice me, I don't even exist. Well, I'm tired of all that. I'm crazy about you, Mary! I can't help it...I can't stop thinking about you...I.. . I..."
Mary didn't know what to say. She was afraid to say something that would upset him even more, but on the other hand, she had to try and calm him down.
"Well, Rich," she began tentatively.
"Don't give me any of your goddamn lectures," he spat, "I'm sick of being treated like a kid, when I'm not! I'm not a kid, and I thought I proved that to you that Saturday!"
"Rich, I told you not to-"
"I don't give a damn what you told me. I'm crazy about you, and I've got to have you. I want you even more since that day, when I saw what you're like. I want-"
"You...want.. . ? " Mary said, her voice hesitant with shock and disbelief.
"Yes, don't you know what I want? I want to fuck you! I've wanted to fuck you from the first minute I saw you! Oh Christ, Mary, don't you understand?"
The boy's voice was thick with passion and anguish, and without meaning to, Mary's eyes dropped to the already perceptible bulge between his legs. Oh God in heaven, what have I got myself into now? I'd better get us both a drink. . .
Mary made her way unsteadily to the kitchen. She was quivering with shock, and a little apprehension. To hear the vile words spewed from so young a mouth, filled her with trepidation. Somehow, even after what he had done to her that day, she had never dreamed that so youthful a boy could have such desires, such feelings. The intensity of his emotions frightened her, and she wondered if she would be able to handle the situation satisfactorily.
She returned to the living room with a bottle of brandy and two glasses. She poured a small measure and handed it to the boy. She had always found it very helpful for calming someone down, and treated herself to a large measure.
To her horror, Rich gulped his down in one swallow, and Mary watched in mute fascination as' a telltale flush spread up and masked his face. She thought she saw him sway slightly, and wondered if she'd done the wrong thing. Certainly, her drink steadied her, but then, she was more used to it and hadn't bolted it down.
"Now, Rich, let's talk calmly about this. It's obvious that you've got the wrong impression about me. Of course, I'm pleased and flattered by your regard, but you must realize that it's perfectly natural for a student to admire his teacher. There's nothing wrong in that-"
"But what about when he wants to fuck her?"
The teenager's voice was ugly and threatening, and Mary found herself flinching.
"Please don't use obscene words in my presence," she said frostily.
"What should r say, then? That I want to make love to you, or-"
"You shouldn't say anything of the sort," Mary interrupted, pouring herself a little more brandy. This was going to be much more difficult than she'd realized, but she felt sure that she could handle the situation. All that was needed was patience and tact.
"Or should I say that I want to shove my prick in your cunt? Is that what I should say, Mrs. Maddox?" Rich was sneering, and his hand moved nearer to her.
Instinctively, Mary drew back, real panic clutching at her insides.
"Rich, for goodness sake, control yourself," she said pleadingly.
"I can't, Mary, I just can't. Not when I'm so close to you. Look, I've got a hard-on already! Don't you believe me when I tell you that I love you, that I'm crazy about you? Don't you?"
Mary was silent.
"Or do you think that I'm too young to know what that means? That I'm just a boy. and it's only men who know about things like that?"
"No, I don't think that," Mary replied carefully, "I realize now that you have these feelings for me, but.. . "
The bewildered young schoolteacher suddenly felt very tired. The brandy had spread into the far reaches of her body and was bathing her with a soothing languor, and all at once, her brain didn't seem able to cope with all the problems that beset her. She never should have brought the teenager back with her. But she just couldn't leave him there in the car park he could easily have created a scene, maybe even told the other teachers about what happened between them.
But now, she just didn't know what to say. He was obviously aroused and excited, maddened by the lewd desires he had, but what could she do about them? He seemingly expected some help from her, but what help could she give him.
II only I could think clearly, she thought heavily. Her head was in a daze and her scattered thoughts wouldn't formulate properly, wouldn't come up with the smooth, slick reply that would say everything and nothing, but that would satisfy the love-sick youth at her side.
"All right, so now you know I love you! Why don't you let me prove it to you?" The boy's voice insisted, hoarse and whispered.
Mary froze, her blood curdling as her brain digested what he'd said. She expected to feel a rush of revulsion, but instead she just felt a stab of apprehension. The boy loved her, so she supposed it was natural that he should say that...
"You need to be loved Mary, you need someone to appreciate you, to make you feel good..."
Well, in a way. he was right. She did need to be loved and appreciated, but she didn't get any of either lately. Otto obviously didn't care about her anymore, and she had a feeling that he never really appreciated her and all she had done and was doing for their mutual benefit.
"You're beautiful and desirable. Mary, just waiting for someone to turn you on, the way I did that Saturday..."
Mary couldn't deny that she felt a little spark of pleasure at hearing his words of praise. How long was it since Otto told her that she was beautiful? It was so long that she couldn't even remember. And he hadn't aroused her physically for such a long time. Never, really. The truth was that they never really clicked physically. Of course, when they first were married, she used to pretend, just to please him, but as time wore on and they grew more accustomed to each other, she just didn't bother. Now, they had just got into the rut of almost mechanical love-making that is, before his bestial assault on her. Since then, they had barely acknowledged each other's presence.
"And I did turn you on, didn't I. Mary?"
Yes, he had succeeded in arousing her by his crude manipulation, Mary admitted. She had reached an overwhelming orgasm from the boy's deft fingering, and it was shame and guilt which prevented her from exulting in getting over this hurdle. She had really been impassioned by his expert stroking and caressing of her secret vagina. She remembered clearly how her entire body had reverberated with unbelievable pleasure, how it had churned with incredible sensations...
Mary realized with a start, that Rich's arm was around her and that his free hand was lightly caressing the heaving curves of her breasts.
Dizzily, she wondered how long he had been doing it. and why she hadn't realized it before. She had been lost in her dreams of pleasure, that's why! She had been too engrossed in trying to recall the sensual excitement she had experienced that day when she'd climaxed from his manipulation, and the tiny pinpricks of pleasure she was feeling now had merged with her ephemeral dreams.
"Noooo, no, don't..." she whispered urgently, shaking her head from side to side.
"Don't what?" Rich breathed, his hands tightening around the palpitating ovals of her pounding breasts.
"Oh God, I don't know..." Mary sighed, her brain reeling, her entire body feeling as if it had melted. She no longer had any control over her actions, and she didn't know how to stop the boy from taking advantage of her.
"Just relax, honey," the excited teenager crooned, "my hands feel good on your breasts, I know they do. So just take it easy, there's nothing to worry about!"
Oh God. if only I could believe that. . . How wonderful it would be to forget everything. To forget all about her problems with Otto, the problem with Rich, to just let herself go for once, and enjoy herself!
She was vaguely aware that he was opening her blouse. She knew he was, because she felt the coolness of his fingers on the tops of her trembling breasts, and then she felt his hand slip around to her back and unhook the clasp of her brassiere.
She was allowing him to remove her brassiere, this boy whom she had been pointedly avoiding all week. Now his hands were trailing lightly over the sensitively squirming flesh of her breasts, kneading and caressing them with growing eagerness, rubbing the hardening little nipples between the fingers, tweaking them into turgid life.
"Oooohhhhhh..." she moaned, unconsciously forcing her straining breasts against his questing hands. It felt good, having her body stroked like that, having the heated flesh caressed and smoothed.
Dimly, Mary realized that Rich's fingers were now tugging at the zipper of her skirt. As if in a dream, she allowed him to ease it down over her hips and let it slide down past her knees, till it fell in a heap on the floor.
She was sprawled there on the sofa, clad only in her panties, allowing herself to be caressed and kissed all over by a passionate schoolboy!
A warning voice sounded in her brain, trying to force its way past the liquor shrouded wall of her consciousness. No! No! This is all wrong, stop it now before it's too late!
Yes. she had to put a stop to it. She couldn't let Rich go on kissing her like this. Otto could easily come home early, and find her here like this, almost naked, with a boy nearly half her age! What would he say? What would he think? He'd be shocked, disgusted...
"No, Rich, we've got to stop! This is wrong...Please, don't..."
Her voice was beseeching and she couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"Why should we stop, honey? You are enjoying this, aren't you? And I am too. You're so beautiful, Mary. Your body is even more fantastic than I'd imagined, and you deserve to be loved and appreciated..."
As he spoke, his fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties and began to edge down towards the trembling vaginal mound quivering at the top of her thighs. She couldn't help drawing in her breath sharply when the probing fingers came into searing contact with the heated flesh, trailing through the first clinging wisps of her slightly churning little pussy.
"Noooooooooo..." she gasped helplessly as she felt her last protective covering being cased down over her thighs and felt a cool rush of air on the moistly secreting flesh of her unprotected vagina. She was completely naked!
Site heard the teenager gasp when he caught sight of the full splendor of her russet pubic triangle, and she couldn't resist a quick glance at him.
"Oh God!" she breathed in astonishment, as her eyes fell on the big, hard protuberance of his fully erected cock. It was jutting out proudly from the fly of his trousers, and even as Mary watched, he began to strip off his clothes. She stared in rapt fascination as he quickly made himself naked, unable to tear her eyes away from the pulsating hardness of his eager young penis.
"I'm not such a boy, after all. am I?" Rich said delightedly, moving closer to her.
His bragging words struck a chord in Mary and she found a reserve of strength.
"Get away from me!" She screamed suddenly, cringing against the couch, forgetting momentarily her enticing nakedness. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
The pleased grin faded from the youth's face and was replaced by a cruel, sinister sneer.
"What do you think you're doing?" he jeered, "leading me on like that!"
"Il-how dare you!" Mary gasped, outraged.
"You didn't seem to mind up till now! What's the matter, my cock too big for you? Or are you nothing but a goddamn prick-tease?"
Mary stared at the enraged boy with undisguised horror. Oh God, did he think she was encouraging him? Or had she encouraged him? She had let him take all her clothes off -did that mean she had lead him on? Fear coursed through the terrified teacher like a raging river and she was sure the agonized pounding of her heart was clearly audible. Oh dear God in heaven, what was she going to do now? It was too late...site had given him the wrong idea, because the liquor bad got to her.. .
"Please, Rich," she began, but got no further, because at that moment, the lust-driven youth sprang at her and landed squarely on top of her.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Mary begged wildly, as she felt him forcing his knees up between her vainly clamped-together thighs.
"Oh God, please don't
Rich's arms were tight and vise-like around her and she could feel the surprising hardness of his male penis nudging against the quivering flesh of her soft inner leg It was like a hungry, searching being, determined not to be denied. Panic tore at her heart and made her gasp raggedly. What did she do to deserve this? Was there no end to her torment?
Then Rich ground his mouth down on hers at the same time as site felt the first probing of his rock-hard shaft at the delicate flesh of throbbing furrow. She wanted to cry out, to try and stop him. but she was powerless against his superior strength. She never knew that a teenage boy could be so strong, or that he could have such a big, hard penis...
Tears started to her eyes as she felt the pushing against her helpless pussy becoming more insistent. At last, the lust-demented boy released her bruised mouth and his hands tightened on her churning hips. And. seconds later...
"AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! A AAAAARKRR RRGGGGHHHHIIHHH!!..." Her sob of pain was wild and unnatural as blinding agony engulfed her body. She was aware of nothing but the sensation of being split in two, of her legs being thrust brutally aside, of her inner flesh being torn asunder as the driving force of his penetrating cock entered her with the speed ol an express train.
"Stop! Oh please stop you're killing meeee..." She pegged piteously, but it was seemingly futile. Remorselessly, he continued to plunge into her futilely resisting cuntal passage, sweeping aside all obstacles, bent on satisfying the overwhelming urge of his lust. At last he hit bottom. He had sunk his firm young cock to the very hilt in her helplessly pinned body.
"....'.uufgghhhnnnhhh...nnnggg hhhnnn..." Mary sighed torturously, feeling completely filled and bloated from the grotesque thickness embedded in her sorely bruised depths. She shuddered with new pain as he began to withdraw, feeling the tender inner membrane pull out searingly, clinging to the hardness of the teenager's penis. Then, without hesitation, he plunged forward again, tunneling into her defenseless belly with brutal urgency.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhh...Oooooooo hhhhhhh..."
Tears coursed down the agonized teacher's face. This was a thousand times worse than what her husband had subjected her to. After all. he had some kind of right over her, but this passion-crazed teenager, who was one of her students, hadn't any at all. And the worst thing was, that it was as much her fault as his. She should never have submitted to his lewd fingering in the first place, because if that had never happened, she wouldn't have found herself in this position now.
Oh why did I have to drink all that brandy? she asked her fruitlessly. Why did I allow him to take my clothes off':' Oh God, what's the matter with me?
Rich was establishing a slow, sawing rhythm. He drove into the pinioned schoolteacher with deep, hard thrusts, sinking his eager young cock to the hilt in her helpless depths, and then pulled it out again till just the hard, rubbery head was still enclosed in the delicate cuntal membrane, before slamming in again. He could hardly believe that his wildest dream was coming through, that he was actually fucking the woman of his dreams. And that she was acquiescing. At least, she wasn't resisting any more, and that was something!
Mary was engulfed in misery. She was mortified beyond belief at the knowledge that she was being fucked by one of her students. Even the thought that her husband might walk in and find her like this didn't frighten her so much. In a way, she almost wished for it. . it would be a fitting punishment for her lascivious behavior. She wished she could just close her eyes and die...forget that she was lying completely naked and flat on her back, her legs lewdly splayed to allow a boy half her age to fuck wantonly between them.
At first, immersed in her self-loathing thoughts, Mary didn't realize what was happening to her body. Then, she thought she was imagining it, because she didn't want to believe it. But then, there was no hiding it. Her body was betraying her, and all the denial from her mortified brain wouldn't conceal the fact that she was beginning to enjoy being fucked by the virile young teenager!
A deep, stirring churning began in her supine body, initiated by a wave of warm, intense pleasure which crashed over her helpless flesh.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned involuntarily as the quickening stride of her rhythm sought to match itself with the plunging strokes of the boy's pistoning cock.
Almost without realizing it, her legs crept upward and locked themselves around his slender lower back, and her arms slid up and wrapped themselves around his neck.
She threw her head back, so that her thick auburn hair fanned out behind her and eagerly, her mouth sought his, and her flicking tongue darted eagerly into his waiting mouth. All doubts and reservations flew from her brain as passion took over her love-starved body and formed its own motions.
Hungrily, she ground her openly presented cunt against the pleasure-giving hardness of his pile-driving penis, the moistly-clinging walls grasping greedily at its spearing thickness. The cheeks of her ass hollowed as she flexed her buttocks upward, and her back arched up off the sofa as she clung to him in wanton abandon.
"Yessss...yessss...that's it..." she moaned . through passion-clenched teeth, giving herself over completely to the demands, of her helplessly aroused body.
Her obvious submission thrilled Rich and urged him on to deeper, harder and more brutal thrusts of his lunging cock. Their moisture-bathed bodies were clamped together as they rocked and bucked about on the sofa, united in overpowering spasms which made them moan with mutual pleasure.
Their hoarse cries of coupling rent the air, punctuated by the wet, slapping sound of their fucking. Mary was in a world of her own, her liberated body responding uncontrollably as she fucked back mercilessly. What she was experiencing was a sensation unknown to her, and if she had known that pleasure was like this, sensual pleasure, she knew she would have fought tooth and nail for it long before now. But she just hadn't realized...
But now, thanks to her student, she was learning. For once, he was the teacher, and God, how willing she was to take lessons for a change...
She had wasted the years of her married life, denied herself this supreme, unbelievable ecstasy, but now that she had found it. she was not going to give it up, not for Otto, not for anyone...
Now a new feeling took possession of her. A kind of runaway feeling that made her seem as if she was careening along some nerve-shattering roller-coaster, with no control at all over where she was going. . . She realized she was cumming. and that she was about to let go completely...
A wild, mind-blowing ride at earth-shaking speed, the wind and the air fanning her desire into huge, uncontrollable flames which swept around her burning body, making it hotter and hotter while it jerked and rattled from the force of the runaway sensations.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted again and again, as her body shook violently. Her quivering flesh was bathed in a rosy flush, as if the blood in her veins had been fired with quicksilver and was now coursing insanely through her churning body. She felt as if her nerve endings had been rubbed raw with sandpaper and were now being titillated almost beyond endurance by curling feathers of magnificent colors which also danced before her eyes at the same time. She was climaxing, and it was unlike anything else she had ever known.
Vaguely, she heard Rich's hoarse cries of release, and felt the quickening of his already dynamic thrusts. And then she felt the wonderful onrush of steaming male sperm which spewed into her hungrily receptive cuntal passage. Her greedy depths seemed to absorb the hot white fluid like a sponge and were thirsting for more. They contracted voraciously, trying to milk every last drop from the jerking cock plunging into them, and Mary was aware of a wonderful feeling of well-being. She felt really happy at last, liberated and at the same time subjugated in a pleasing, masochistic way.
Her young student had shown her a side to life she had never even dreamed existed and she knew that there was no turning back for her now, that she must always seek that dizzy side to existence, no matter where she found it. . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next few days were absolute bliss for Mary. She was a different person entirely, and fit owed the change to her new young lover. Gone were all her fears and regrets, the agonies of guilt and remorse. They were wiped away by the overwhelming pleasure which engulfed her body when Rich Bunker made love to her that first time. She had responded in a way she never thought she could, and it was all thanks to her passionate young student. He had unlocked the padlock which was holding her emotions in check, and now that those feelings were freed, they could never imprison her again.
Mary was humming cheerfully to herself as she put the finishing touches to her hair. She was dressed only in a flowing hostess gown, and waiting for Rich to come. He came to the house every afternoon now, after school. She didn't drive him back with her that would be too risky, but he made his own way over, telling his family he was going for baseball practice. Mary was no longer afraid that Otto might find out about her liaison with her youthful lover. He seemed very preoccupied of late, and was hardly ever home before midnight. He put in hours of overtime, which was fine by her. She wasn't lonely anymore, thanks to Rich, and she didn't really miss Otto.
Of course, it was annoying at times that things weren't right between them, but she was having such a fabulous time with Rich, that she just was in no mood to make the first move. The strange thing was, he didn't seem to notice her new elation, which surprised her. Normally, he'd be very excited about such a positive change in her temperament and would have tried to take advantage of it by making love to her. He hadn't even tried to touch her since that night when he'd come home so late and abused her so terribly. She had almost forgotten about that now not so much the fact that her husband had treated her cruelly, but that she had been so upset and disgusted over it. It was, she realized now, due to her innocence and naivet�.
But I'm not that way any more, she sail delightedly to herself, and her good humor was doubled by the scratching sound she heard a the back door. Rich had arrived already!
Eagerly, she rushed out of the bedroom, and met the boy just as he entered the kitchen. She had purposely left the back door unlocked knowing he'd be along at any moment.
He swept her into his arms in a greedy embrace, and she responded hungrily, clamped her mouth against his in a tight, grinding kiss
She wanted him as much as he desired her, so without hesitation, she led him into the bedroom. Every time she looked at the teenager, she felt a surge of desire and pride. He was so good-looking, with such a magnificent physique and he was obviously crazy about her. She had noticed some of the girls in his class trying to get his attention, one or two of them acting downright flirtatious, but he only had eyes for his teacher. That knowledge added to Mary's feelings of exultation and she felt a rush of warmth for the young student.
"Oh Rich, darling, I don't know what I'd do without you!" she smiled invitingly as she lay back on the bed.
"Why, is your husband still not giving you any?"
Mary always felt hurt by these sneering remarks that he often made, but was determined mot to show it.
"No, and even if he was, it's you I really want!"
"Well, that's good to hear," Rich retorted, his eyes flashing avariciously as he stared at her outstretched body, excitingly accentuated by the flowing lines of her long dress. "And just for that, I'll treat you to something special!"
"What do you mean?" Mary said, her blood coursing with anticipation. She just never knew what her boy-lover had in mind, and that guessing was part of the fun!
"Just lie back and let me take care of everything," he said mysteriously, crouching on the bed beside her.
Mary was only too pleased to obey and stretched her lithe body luxuriantly, thinking how lucky she was to have such an attentive, experienced lover. Because experienced he was, despite his tender years. In fact, he amazed Mary with his expertise, and more than once she wondered how he came by it. Not that she worried, as long as she was the beneficiary...
She felt Rich lifting up the hem of her dress and drawing it upward, past her thighs, past her hips, revealing the naked glory of her excitedly waiting loins. His eyes fastened on the gleaming russet pussy hair surmounting her voluptuously curved thighs, and he could just see a glimpse of moistly glimmering pink flesh beneath the straying copper pubic wisps.
A long shudder of illicit pleasure coursed through the prostrate young wife as she felt her lover's hands crawl enticingly over her quivering lower body. His fingers were soft yet demanding, hurried yet restrained, and each second of waiting and wondering served to build up a sensual tension in her highly honed body. Because the last few days had taught her body to respond with trigger-like precision, and she felt as if she was always hovering on the brink of near-arousal.
She drew in her breath sharply as she felt the boy place a hand on either sensitive inner thigh and draw apart the perfectly sculpted columns. baring even more the unprotected furrow of her slightly squirming vagina. She nearly cried out from the pressure he was exerting on her to spread her legs and she felt the inner chords stretch almost beyond endurance.
At last, he seemed to be satisfied with the utter vulnerability of her secret womanhood and Mary winced as she felt his fingers move suddenly and place themselves on the swollen, fleshy folds of her gently throbbing pussy.
Inexorably, he drew the hair-lined outer lips apart, revealing the delicate pink edges of her inner flesh. He could see the reddish, turgid tip of her clitoris crowning the sensitively pulsing petal-shaped opening beneath and he had to tell himself to slow down, to take it easy.
For a long moment, he stared at the fragile, moist offering beneath him, and then, with breathtaking slowness, he lowered his head between the schoolteacher's lewdly splayed thighs. When she felt the wiry curls of his blonde head brushing against her velvety inner legs, Mary knew, in a flash, what was going to happen.
Mixed feelings tumbled through her, making her brain race with doubt and apprehension. She couldn't let him do this to her...an act she had always reviled. It was wrong, it was sick...she had to stop him...she-
And then, suddenly...
"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh...Nooooooo..." she wailed suddenly as she felt the first fire-like lash of his wet darting tongue on her defenselessly churning pussy. He was licking her vagina! He was kissing her there!
With fear-inspired desperation, Mary tried to struggle free. She had been so sure she had rid herself of all her hang-ups, all her Victorian pruderies, but it was obvious that she hadn't. . . She couldn't help this reaction. Such an act as this always repulsed her, only the thought of it, of course, as she had never allowed Otto to try anything like it with her. He'd wanted to, of course, but she'd always rebuked him firmly.
But now, Rich was licking her secret genitals, and she couldn't stop him!
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhh. . . " she moaned again helplessly, as he continued to swipe with his nakedly flicking organ at her unprotected vagina, sinking the tip of his deft tongue into the creases and crevices of her trembling pussy. His hands were still clamped firmly on each thigh, restraining her, and she couldn't escape his insanely licking tongue.
And yet, she thought suddenly, it's not so bad! It didn't actually feel bad, this tonguing he was giving her. It was just the idea of it that was so distasteful to her. At least it used to be...To tell the truth, she actually didn't mind any longer the thought of what was happening to her. In fact, the knowledge that her young lover was performing cunnilingus on her didn't disgust her at all any more. How could it, when she was beginning to enjoy it?
It was the truth. Once more, the keen appetite of her desire had vanquished the demons of her repression and was allowing her responsive flesh to acknowledge the victory. Little pin pricks of desire were stabbing at her quivering flesh and a slow, deep rhythmic churning was beginning in her loins, making her spread her legs even further apart of her own accord, and making her flex her helplessly aroused pussy upward to wait for the pleasure-giving contact with Rich's feverishly working tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn..."she gasped sensually, as wave after wave of warm, bathing passion washed over her. It was good, it was nice, having her pussy kissed and licked like this. It felt wonderful, soothing, reassuring somehow...how could she have objected to it before?
Rich's face was buried between her ivory-smooth legs, his blonde hair tangling with the tawny wisps of her palpitating pubic mound. His tongue kept on licking and slavering at the silk-soft flesh brushing against his mouth, searching and probing with eager intensity. Suddenly, he found the lust-hardened knob of her clitoris.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Mary chanted dementedly as her young lover's teeth fastened around the rigid little button while his tongue tantalized the trapped tip. Mary's head was whirling and she thought she'd go crazy from the unbelievable tremors of excitement rattling through her. She felt as if the young student had touched on the mainspring of her existence and was able to control her completely by a mere touch on that erogenous life-source.
Her strong thighs closed in inexorably around her boy-lover's blonde head, holding him in position. It was as if she was fearful of losing him in the middle of her passion, and her unrequited desire would drive her insane if that happened.
"Oh yesss...keep licking my pussy like that.. . " she pleaded wildly, hardly noticing the lewd words issuing from her lips. They seemed so natural now...any other words would be false, pretentious.
Her entire body was bathed in moisture and a rosy glow suffused her face, which was transformed with ecstatic lust. She ground her passion-drenched cunt against the boy's eagerly questing mouth, and moaned inhumanly when she felt the tip of his strong, furled tongue dabbing tentatively at the clasping opening to her helplessly excited body.
The star-shaped edges of her cuntal orifice nibbled greedily at the dipping organ, trying to pull it all the way inside. And then, suddenly, he stiffened his tongue like a piece of steel and rammed it headlong into the eagerly waiting passage.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Mary cried with sudden vehemence as the hardened tongue plunged again and again into her heated inner tunnel, its rhythmic thrusts a crude simulation of fucking. The heatedly milking walls of her vaginal channel closed in relentlessly on the lunging organ, desperately trying to suck it up into its hungry depths.
Mary felt that she'd go crazy from a mixture of excitement and desire which had enveloped her body. The sensations sweeping over her were unlike anything she'd ever known, but yet she was conscious of an emptiness, as if something was missing. She wished it was Rich's firm young cock sawing into her, filling her completely. His tongue just wasn't enough, but it would have to suffice...for the moment!
She had grown used to the intoxicating hardness of his virile penis, had grown to demand deep, hard thrusts of his rock-hard cock and she couldn't do without it now!
But still, she was reaching a peak of sexual excitement right now, in spite of her longing.' She was afire with a new kind of passion, and she knew that her climax, which was looming in sight, would be an engulfing, satiating release. Now her lust-heightened body was crying out for that climax, and it seemed to her as if her hands and legs, or actually her fingers and toes, were stretching, reaching out to grab the handle that would open and pour out the overpowering tide of sensual excitement. She was nearly there.. .
* * *
Otto felt bone-weary. All the hours of pleasure he had sperit first with Mimi, and now with Janice, too, were finally taking their toll on him. lie just had to have an early night. He had a legitimate amount of overtime piled up and so decided that he just couldn't stand the pace any longer. He substituted some of his overtime for time off, and although the temptation was great to spend just an hour or so with Mimi and Janice, he resolutely decided to go straight home. He'd have a drink, and maybe a snack and then definitely hit the sack. That way, he'd be fresh for tomorrow. Mimi and Janice had been talking about Fatima. a Moroccan girl they both knew and had intimated that she might drop by tomorrow. Well, if she was anything like Mimi and Janice, he'd need to be in good shape. Not that he was complaining. He was having the time of his life with the two girls, and he wouldn't change things for the world.
Mary seemed to accept his almost continual excuse of overtime, without seeming to care. Well, things are a mess between us, he admitted as he drove steadily along. But he also had to admit that he wasn't too worried. As long as he was getting the goods from Mimi and Janice, he didn't particularly care about Mary's coldness. She seemed wrapped up in a world of her own lately, and for the first time since their marriage, he didn't want to penetrate it. No, I have my hands full with Janice and Mimi, that's for sure, and I don't need any problems from Mary.
Otto felt pleased with himself and the world was almost lightheaded as he pulled into the driveway. Mary was already home, as he knew she would be, but somehow, today, he didn't mind facing her.
He went in the back way, knowing she'd probably be in the living room. Now for that drink, he smiled, heading for the liquor cabinet. But a sound from the other side of the house arrested his attention. What was it? He froze, straining his ears to catch it again. There it was again!
His heart thumping strangely, he followed the direction of it, and made his way towards the bedroom. What was happening? More muffled sounds came from there, and he saw that the door was ajar. Determinedly, he stepped over to it, wondering if Mary was all right. Was she ill.. . or what?
There was only one way to find out. . . and that was to see for himself. He was just about to stride purposefully into the bedroom, when an obviously impassioned voice rang out, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Ooohhhh, lover, keep licking my cunt.. . don't stop now..."
Otto's face blanched and his blood ran cold. Oh Christ, what was going on in there. It was Mary there was no mistaking her voice, distorted by lust though it was. But those vile words.. . and "lover"...
Wet, sucking sounds wafted out obscenely to greet the dumbstruck husband, and suddenly, he couldn't stand it any longer. His mouth dry and arid, his eyes glazed with disbelief and shock, he forced himself to walk into the bedroom.
Tile sight that met his eyes was forever etched on his brain. He didn't think he'd ever forget, no matter how long he lived, his first sight of his wife, stretched out on her back, her multi-colored dress bunched up around her waist, her naked legs drawn up and clasped almost viciously around a nearly hidden blond head. Someone was sucking his wife's pussy, right there in his own bedroom!
Otto just couldn't believe it. He just couldn't bring himself to fully realize that he was standing there witnessing a lewd act in which his wife, his frigid, prudish, or so he thought, wife, was taking an obviously enjoyable part. She was allowing someone that Otto didn't even know to kiss and lick her cunt!
The dazed, bewildered husband was shocked back to the present by a strident scream which sounded suddenly, followed by a helpless, lascivious mewling.
His wife was climaxing from the stranger's tonguing. Otto stared in shocked fascination as his wife's body seemed to be jerked like a whiplash, shaking and flailing. She ground the softly fleshed cheeks of her naked buttocks into the bed, and forced the steaming flesh of her writhing pussy against the stranger's entrapped mouth. Her head was thrown back, her tawny hair a tangled mane. Her sensual red mouth was half open and her eyes were opening and closing, as if in surprise at the tumultuous feelings which were running riot through her churning body. Her hands were clutched convulsively in the blond hair between her legs and she was forcing the stranger's face harder against her openly receptive cunt.
Otto stared mutely at what was transpiring in his own bedroom. He was mesmerized by the sight of his wife's wanton climax with another man, and he felt the first shuddering of vicious anger.
Mary's sighs were softer and more relaxed as the rolling fury of her orgasm subsided and a gentle warmth crept over her trembling body. Gradually, her thighs relaxed and she lay back, pleased and contented.
"You were right, Rich, that was something special!" she murmured drowsily.
Otto stared at her in disbelief. He just couldn't believe the brazen words of praise which had come so freely from her lips, and his fury doubled when he saw for the first time, that his wife's lover was a mere boy, a kid of half her age!
He just couldn't take it any longer.
"I'll give you something special, you cheating little bitch!" he spat viciously, hurrying across the room.
Mary shot bolt upright, her eyes like saucers, her face white and frightened. Her hand flew to her mouth to prevent herself from crying out with shock and fear, and she didn't even bother to pull down her dress. Oh God, what was she going to do now? Otto had found her with Rich the very worst of her nightmares...he must have seen the teenager kissing her vagina...he must have seen her climaxing from the lascivious slavering...
She stared at her enraged husband, fear tightening inside her as she saw the insurmountable fury that was mirrored in his darkened face. He'd kill her...he was in such a rage he didn't know what he was doing...
"Please, Otto, I'm sorry.. . " she began helplessly, her voice full of pleading.
"You're sorry!" Otto sneered, his eyes dropping to the still quivering furrow of her love-swollen pussy. "You don't look sorry to me, you dirty little slut!"
"It's you that should be sorry," Rich suddenly cut in, "after the way you've treated her..."
"You stay out of this, you young punk," Otto snarled, wheeling around to face the boy. "Go back to your toys, sonny, until you've grown up!"
Otto couldn't help his venomous remarks. It needled him to think that his wife's lover was a mere boy, barely in his teens. He had never seen her so excited or aroused as she was when this youth was licking her cunt, and it infuriated him almost beyond bearing to think that a teenager could elicit that response from her, where he, with all his experience, had failed. It was just too much for his pride.
"Well," he went on, turning back to his wife, "if you've gotta be a whore, why didn't you pick on a man, instead of a poor young kid? Or are you not able for a real man?"
Mary hung her head. Her husband's cutting remarks stung her to the quick, and she could think of no reply. She could see that he was upset not only because of her infidelity, but because Rich was so young, and she didn't know what to make of that.
"How does it feel to rob the cradle? A boy who might be your son! But then," Otto jeered crudely, "you wouldn't know what to do with a real prick!"
"That's all you know, mister," Rich retorted, and something in his self-confident manner made Otto pause. He felt like giving the young punk a kick in the ass and sending him out the door, but the strange thing was, the boy didn't seem to be afraid of him. He was the injured husband, and the self-assured teenager was almost acting the aggrieved lover!
Mary had had enough of her husband's taunts. Obviously, he had a poor opinion of her sexual prowess, and she knew she couldn't really blame him. because she hadn't been much of a woman before she'd gotten involved with Rich. Well, he had a surprise coming, but with the mood he was in, she didn't know if it would be a pleasant one. She suddenly felt free of all fear, and even of embarrassment, and mentally thanked Rich for his nonchalant manner. She was really grateful to him for sticking up for her, instead of running away, as he might have done.
But now, she had to teach Otto a lesson. The new Mary Maddox couldn't let him get away with those scathing remarks.
"I think you're a little behind the times, Otto," she said smoothly, "it must be all this overtime you're doing!"
Otto felt himself blushing. Did she know about Mimi? Did she know how he spent his time?
"W-what do you mean?" he stammered, his heart racing wildly.
"I'm more than able to take you on now, honey." she purred, "that is, if you're a real man!"
Otto's face changed color again. The goddamn little bitch! She was a right one to talk! What did she know about men, the frigid slut! But even as his thoughts fomented darkly, he knew that the Mary he'd seen a few minutes before, thrashing and flailing under the boy's lewd licking, wasn't frigid.
He watched, rooted to the spot, as she rose from the bed and moved towards him, a curious smile playing around her full, ripe lips. God, she looked different. How come he hadn't noticed how downright sexy she looked? She was almost like a different woman!
"Wha.. . " he began and then stopped in dumbfounded amazement as her fingers dropped to the zipper of his fly. In a moment, it was down and he felt the coolness of her touch on his awakening cock.
His eyes bulged in disbelief as she drew out the semi-inert organ and, with quick, deft strokes of her long, tapering digits, began to imbue it with new life. It was incredible. This wasn't what he meant to happen at all. He intended scolding and raging at her for her infidelity. He meant to shame and disgrace her in front of her young lover, before he kicked the youth out on his goddamn ass. But that wasn't what was happening. The face of his wife cheating on him was somehow by-passed. Instead, she was stroking and caressing his cock, while that young punk looked on!
It was as if he'd taken a step out of reality and had landed somewhere where everything was topsy-turvy. His original feelings of anger and disgust had faded, leaving nothing...nothing but excitement!
Yes, he was excited now, aroused by his wife's stimulating touch on his hardening penis. It was jutting out rigidly, inflating and expanding under her expert touch. A sudden suspicion crossed his mind. Had she done this to the boy's cock? Had she stroked it and caressed it, the way she was doing to his now?
Before he had a chance to sift through his thoughts, they were completely blanked out by a new development. Mary was kneeling down, and mouth hovering closer to his fully-erect penis, and then...
"Oh Christ, honey..." he gasped involuntarily as he felt the first unbelievable touch of his wife's mouth on his burning shaft. Her tongue reached out and with infinite tenderness, ran down the length of the rock-hard rod.
Otto closed his eyes, unable to believe it was really happening to him. He was afraid to say anything, afraid to move, in case she stopped.
Mary held the towering length between her finger and thumb, steadying it, while her tongue swiped along the sensitively squirming surface, feeling it inflating into exciting life. The blood coursed hotly through it, and the hard rubbery head seemed to bristle and expand with each passing second. Her free hand dipped down and cupped the bloated balls, cradling them carefully in her palm. She continued to wash the throbbing shaft with her wet pink tongue, coating it with her warm saliva, delighting in her husband's moans of pleasure.
His hands reached down and tangled in her hair, pushing her face against his palpitating pole, and gaining in confidence. Mary parted her lips and began to enclose the burgeoning head in her eager mouth.
Her red, shapely lips closed like an elastic band just under the flared flesh of the knobby head, and she held it trapped inside her velvety mouth. Her searching tongue began to brush the hardened surface, the tip probing into the tiny glans opening. Her fingers pressured the veined underside of the pulsating rod as her mouth began to slip up and down in a slow rhythm, sliding down the hot, feverish cock. She seemed to swallow it almost completely, and then let it glide back out again, until just the rubbery head was still enclosed.
Otto was speechless. His wife was sucking his cock! She was obviously enjoying it, and he had never believed that such a thing was possible. Obviously a great change had come over her, and he knew it was due to Rich. He almost hated the boy for it, but yet, in a way, he should be grateful. He had given him the wife he had always dreamed of having, but up till now, didn't have.
He stared down at the bent auburn head, hardly daring to believe his eyes. The sight of her lovely even features contorted as her mouth stretched and ovaled tightly around the thick shaft of his cock, sent a shiver of illicit pleasure coursing through him. It thrilled him, he had to admit, to see his wife slavishly kneeling before him, making love to him with her mouth. And the fact that she was enjoying it too, added to the unbelievable pleasure.
He couldn't help thinking that she was as good as Mimi, if not better, and wondered if it was just because she was his wife that he thought that. But he knew that it wasn't just that. There was no disguising the fact that his whole body was on fire, that a ball of flame started at the pit of his stomach and fireballed throughout his trembling, heated body. His hips were jerking forward, the rhythm increasing in rapidity with each passing second.
Mary's beautiful face was flushed from her exertions as she continued to suck and lick at his pounding penis. Her fingers pumped excitingly at the churning sac of his scrotum while her tongue was like a velvet lash that coaxed his lust-distended cock into greater channels of pure sensual arousal. Otto knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.
Not that he wanted to. He wanted to shoot his sperm for the very first time into his wife's eagerly receptive mouth. He wanted to watch as she swallowed his ultimate male offering. He wanted to submit her to this final test.
The frantic thrashing of his hips became more intense and his hands held her head in place as he battered his blood-swollen member into her furiously sucking mouth. Great swirls of heat were circling deep inside him, gathering momentum for the final onrush, and the thought he would explode from the intensity of the passion his wife's cock-sucking had generated in him.
Deep in the cavern of his sperm-bloated balls, kneaded and pummeled by Mary's busy hand, he felt a tumultuous seething, and then...his head began to spin, and the room reeled blindingly around him. He was there!
He was cumming!
A rumbling in the darkness of his balls preceded the wild jerking of his pulsating cock, and...
"Oh Christ, I'm cumming! I'm...AAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."
The heated white sperm rushed headlong along the tube of his twitching penis and erupted in a frothy cascade, flowing into Mary's greedily receptive mouth. She drank it all, her mouth sucking hungrily, coaxing the life-giving fluid from its secret channel, urging it into her milking mouth. Otto continued to pump his thick semen between her tightly grasping lips, exulting to the full in the primitive act that he was at last sharing with his wife.
It was like a dream, a wonderful, unbelievable dream, but the best thing of all was that it wasn't a dream. It was real...oh so real.. .
CHAPTER EIGHT
Otto smiled tenderly down at his wife, cradled in his arm. His heart was filled to overflowing with a wonderful happiness, and he still couldn't believe that things had worked out the way they did. Of course, he was still a bit angry over her infidelity with her young pupil, but when he thought of his own transgressions with Mimi and Janice, he could afford to be tolerant.
Rich had disappeared and Otto hoped he had gone home. He didn't really have anything personal against the boy he just didn't want to be reminded of that fact that his wife had such a youthful lover.
"Honey," he began tentatively, "I can see that it all worked out for the best, and so I can't be angry about it, but...but why did you choose such a...a kid for your lover?"
He hoped she wouldn't be upset by his question, but it was one which was nagging at him. He couldn't deny that he harbored just a little resentment over the youthfulness of his wife's lover even more than he did against the fact that she had another man in the first place!
"Oh, you're still not worrying over that, are you?" Mary laughed teasingly. She was feeling completely happy. Her plan had worked Otto was so amazed, and of course, aroused by her new expertise that he forgot to be angry over finding her with Rich. She had noticed that the teenager had slipped out of the bedroom while she was sucking her husband's cock, and she wondered where he'd gone.
"Well, it doesn't make a guy feel too good, you know, to feel that he's been ousted by a fifteen year old boy!"
"What does his age matter?" Mary couldn't help retorting.
"The fact is, Mary, I'm beginning to wonder what a teenager has that I haven't got!"
"There's no need to be jealous," Mary soothed. She felt unruffled and self-confident now that the major hurdle had been successfully cleared and she was quite willing to assure and pacify her husband.
"It's not a question of what he's got or what you've got," she went on smoothly. "It's just that with my particular make-up, I found that I was only really able to let go with Rich. I suppose because I didn't really sec him as a threat, the way I did a real man like you!"
Otto was gratified by her praise but was still not completely convinced.
"But why should that be the case?"
"Oh I don't know I'm not good at psychology. But I suppose it's because I got so caught up in this equality thing, being a breadwinner like you, that my professional role got confused with my sexual role, or something like that! Anyhow, I've sorted all that out now, and let's hope it's all behind us!"
"But.. . but what if you can only respond with...with...Rich? What then?"
This was a very real fear of the worried husband, and he looked anxiously to his wife for reassurance.
"Didn't I show you a few minutes back how I'd changed?"
"Yes, in a way," Otto said. "It was fabulous, the way you sucked my prick. Better than I'd ever imagined. But what about. . . about-"
"You mean what about fucking?"
Otto nodded miserably, hardly noticing his wife's unaccustomed use of the obscene word.
"You're worried that things will be the same between us when we're making love?" Mary felt a little thrill of power which was generated by the knowledge that she had and which her husband didn't have. She knew that Rich had fully liberated her and had completely freed her of her hang-ups. In a way, this little power game, which she really wouldn't prolong for more than a minute, was her consolation for similar authority her husband had exercised over her in the past.
"Well, there's only one way to find out for sure," she challenged, looking triumphantly at her husband.
"What do you mean?"
Mary didn't answer him. Instead, she began to unbutton the front of her dress, revealing her bare breasts. They were quivering with suppressed excitement, the nipples hard and turgid, and Otto stared in astonishment as she shrugged it off her shoulders and allowed it to slip past her hips, until it fell in a heap at her ankles. Then she nimbly stepped out of it and stood completely naked before her husband.
Otto stared at his beautiful, statuesque wife with widening eyes. Her air of self-assurance gave her a new provocative look which made him see her in a completely different light. His eyes darted feverishly over her perfectly sculpted body, and he could feel his heated cock stirring with new life. He had completely forgotten how tired he was. He no longer wanted an early night. He wanted Mary! His growing penis began to churn excitedly and he moved a step closer to his wife.
"Let's give it a try...that way we'll know for sure, baby," Mary whispered, her voice soft and husky. She moved towards her husband, running her hand down his chest while her fingers unhurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. All the while, she nibbed her svelte naked form against him like a purring cat, and Otto felt himself a willing prisoner. God, she was like a complete stranger, a beautiful, erotic exciting stranger...
Her fingers unhooked his pants and allowed them to fall to the ground, and then hurried to brush tantalizingly against his palpitating cock.
"Oh Christ, Mary," he gasped agonizingly, before he smashed his mouth down on hers, holding it in a tight, demanding kiss. Instantly, her tongue leaped against his, and burrowed into his mouth, where it fenced lewdly and with frenetically growing arousal against his own wet, slippery organ. She pressed her body against his naked flesh, the hardness of her rigid little nipples prickling his chest, and the warm, silky mound of her pubic vee brushing erotically against his lust-maddened cock.
Then instinct took over. With an almost savage snarl. Otto grabbed Mary and pulled her over towards the bed. Without a word, he Hung her down on it and in a moment was spread-eagled on top of her. Pure, naked lust was driving him on and he was excited as never before by his own wife!
He began to trail hot feverish kisses down her swan-like neck, further still to enclose first one and then the other passion-turgid nipple between his eager lips. Lower still, down the flat, smooth plane of her belly to the tight little aperture of her navel.
His mouth hovered a few scant inches from the deliciously scented pivot of her body, and he hesitated. He wanted to kiss and lick her there, the way he had seen Rich doing, but it would have to wait. Even more than he wanted to suck her pussy, he wanted to fuck her. Yes, he wanted to sink his cock to the very depths of her soft wet cunt, conquer her once and for all, prove to her that he was equal and more, to a mere boy any day.
Her satiny soft thighs were parted invitingly and Otto could see the moist pinkness of her quivering pussy gleaming lewdly beneath the russet hairs of her down-covered pubic patch. He stared, mesmerized at the erogenous zone, unable to draw his eyes away from it. Then he gasped as he felt her cool fingers tighten around the pulsating hardness of his fully erect shaft.
She was drawing it towards the entrance to her willing body, her fingers like velvet petals on the sensitively throbbing surface. The hard, rubbery head seemed to expand and inflate before his eyes and he wondered suddenly if it would hurt her when he plunged it into the small defenseless opening.
The thought of her impaled and helpless, subjugated by the overpowering force of his driving cock, gave impetus to his desire and he began to jab at the fragile vaginal flesh with eager stabs of lust.
He reached down with his hands, and placing one on either satiny-soft thigh, drew them even further apart, revealing the full glory of her wetly pulsing cuntal cleft. The petal-shaped opening seemed pitifully small in comparison with the huge protuberance of the burgeoning head, and he was infused with a weird thrill of sadism.
Once again, he positioned his lust-bloated hardness at the mouth of her quivering body, holding it there for a long moment. And then, without warning, he surged forward, putting all force and power of his manhood behind the relentless surge of his loins.
"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHH.. . "
Mary sobbed out piteously as the huge, blood-inflated penis penetrated the cruelly-stretched vaginal opening, and began to bury itself in her openly presented depths.
"Wwwwwwwwwwaaaaarrrgggghhh...Oooooohhhhh.. . "
Another flesh-splitting inch.
Otto continued to force his thick, heavy shaft up between his wife's widely outstretched legs, his hands holding her in place.
". . . uuugggghhhnnnnhhh...Eeerrr ggghhhnnnn..."
It was in!
He had sunk it to the hilt in his wife's velvety soft vaginal channel. For a moment, a long, never-ending moment, he held it there, without even flexing it. Mary felt completely filled with her husband's lust-bloated cock. She thought that at any moment it would explode inside her, shattering her with the force of its detonation. It was so big she had never seen her husband's cock so big and hard. Her legs felt mercilessly swept aside and she wondered if she could ever close them again.
She moaned again as she felt Otto flex the desire-hardened shaft inside her, and the vibration seemed to reverberate throughout her impaled body. Then, at last, he began to withdraw, pulling out little tendrils of fragile pink flesh as he came, grating the dry inner skin unbearably. He stopped when just the knobby head of this granite hard rod was still enclosed in the sorely stretched vaginal ring, and then plunged forward again, this time burying it completely without a check of any kind.
"Oh God, Otto, you're too big...you're killing me!"
Her anguished cries added to Otto's feeling of self-aggrandizement, and he began to establish a slow rhythm, sawing in and out with controlled strokes. He thrust into her with forceful strength, the top of his steel-like cock brushing searingly against the mouth of her cervix, the dark pubic wisps at the base of his penis tangling with the curling copper hairs of her vaginal triangle. Then he pulled out again, withdrawing his still-inflating shaft expertly, leaving just the burgeoning head inside.
His fingers were tight and unyielding on the soft flesh of her hips as he drove nakedly into her, the heavy, seething sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly against the upturned crevice of her rounded ass. He enjoyed seeing his wife a helpless victim to his lunging cock. She was pinned like a beautiful rare butterfly, fluttering futilely at the end of his overpowering skewer.
Mary lay breathless from her husband's onslaught. At last, her tender vaginal passage began to adjust to his grotesque size and her inner lubrications began to secrete excitedly. She was beginning to enjoy this rough, masculine subjugation. Her husband was acting in a new, forceful way, and she liked it! He was brooking no refusal, no objections, and she only wished he had acted like this years ago, instead of giving in to her and trying to please her.
But she knew deep down, that this tyrannical way would not have worked either. It was only successful now because Rich had already broken her in.
But now, thoughts of her young lover were very far from her mind as she gave herself over completely to her husband's controlled fucking. Eagerly, she parted her velvet-smooth thighs even more, offering up still more of her hungrily pulsing pussy for his ravishment. A slow, deep churning began in her loins, and she found herself returning thrust for thrust.
"Mmmmmmmmm...Oooooohhh yesss..." she mewled, her helplessly aroused body quivering and trembling with growing passion.
Her shapely thighs parted yet further and then suddenly her ankles locked themselves around Otto's lower back. Her arms snaked up and closed behind his neck, and she pulled his mouth down on hers. Greedily, she drew his tongue inside her buttery orifice and laved with the warm saliva of love.
She pressed her palpitating breasts against his heaving chest, reveling in the gritty feel of his wiry chest curls against her soft, trembling mounds. Her greedily receptive cunt flowered open and the fluted edges began to nibble voraciously at the hard rigid pole spearing into the openly presented depths.
Otto felt a thrill of unbelievable pleasure when he recognized his wife's undoubted response to his fucking. It was like making love to a completely different woman. She was reacting in a way he had never dreamed possible, and even now, he still couldn't quite believe that the impassioned, wanton woman writhing shamelessly beneath him was his own Mary. And the knowledge that he was making her mewl and moan with unabated arousal added to the chills of excitement rippling along his spine.
Mary's body beneath him was intensely alive from head to toe and acted as a catalyst on his own completely aroused flesh. Their two bodies fused together as one, rocking and slapping wetly against each other, united perfectly and thrusting and jerking unanimously.
Her inner cuntal walls milked wildly in perfect rhythm with his pile-driving in-thrusts, and her entire pelvis ground suddenly downward as he began to withdraw, trying to keep the pleasure-inciting shaft inside for as long as possible. Mary was mewling uncontrollably, her words obscene and incoherent. Her face was flushed and wet, contorted with the lustful spasms of her arousal. But Otto thought he had never seen her looking lovelier. She was a real woman, now, like Mimi and Janice, and although he knew it was mostly thanks to Rich, he realized also that right now it was he himself that she was responding to in this fantastic way.
There was no doubt now in his mind that he, too, had the ability to turn her on, that he was capable of reducing her to a writhing, moaning mass of pure unadulterated lust.
Mary's body was seething with tumultuous emotions. She felt searing ripples of arousal catapulting through her, and she was sure she was rocking on a sea where the waves were sweeping higher and higher. She was excited to fever pitch and she didn't know how long she could maintain this break-neck altitude. Never had making love with Otto been so exciting, so shattering. She would never have believed that she would find her own husband's body so arousing, his fucking so passionate. It was like a dream come true!
Her brain was dazed and reeling, and the vision of the golden grail of unbelievably complete orgasm was hovering into tantalizing I view. But her wavering consciousness was I arrested by sinister movement near her. She tried to turn her head to see, but she couldn't. The almost scurrying sounds were getting nearer, and then, after a few moments, she heard an urgent whisper.
"Mary, it's me!"
"Rich.. . " she breathed in disbelief, remembering the existence of her lover. Where had he got to and what was he doing here now?
She felt his hands on her naked flesh, and catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he was stark naked. A quiver of fear ran through her. Oh God, what did he have in mind? Had Otto seen him yet? The thought of her husband, infuriated by the sight of her naked lover, abandoning her in the throes of her overwhelming passion, filled her with horror, and she desperately wondered what she could do.
Rich's hands were now coursing over the softly-fleshed rounded spheres of her ass, kneading and caressing the velvety flesh, straining the succulent moons apart. Dear God. what was the matter with the boy? Had he no sense.. . he was playing with fire, especially after the way Otto had reacted to him.
"Rich! Rich!" she hissed desperately, wanting to order him away, but afraid that Otto would hear her.
"Roll over, honey, roll over!"
The insistent reply sent a shock-wave of apprehension trembling through the impassioned wife. What did he mean? Otto must surely see him now, must surely know that her young lover was present!
To her amazement, she found herself being shifted. Otto was actually edging her around, and then pulling her up so that she was incredibly atop her husband! His driving cock was still lunging wildly into her helplessly aroused belly, and her own body was still shivering and churning with ever-mounting passion.
Again, she felt the boy's hands insidiously crawling over her trembling buttocks, pulling the flaccid mounds apart, revealing the dark rectal crevice of her buttocks. Otto seemed to be oblivious to the boy, yet Mary's trepidation grew, making her heart thud with unexpressed fear. Oh God, what was going to happen?
She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the unmistakable pressure of a virile young cock against her cruelly-stretched anal crease. A shudder of premonition convulsed her but she quickly blanked her mind. No, everything was going to be all right. . .
Again the unrelenting nudging of Rich's lust-hardened shaft, thrusting between the soft mounds of flesh, punching lewdly at the tiny hairless sphincter. A nightmare feeling panicked the stricken young school teacher, and desperately she began to wriggle her imprisoned ass.
But her mindless gyrations only served to increase the build-up of pleasure from the incessant fucking below and she forced herself to stay still.
Then she just had to cry out involuntarily.
"Arghhh! Oh God no!" she sobbed frantically as an excruciating pain shot up her spinal column, culminating in a thunderclap of pain in her dazed, whirling head. It seemed as if a red-hot poker had been shoved up her ass, and her breath catching with dry harsh sobs, she wriggled her buttocks in a desperate attempt to dislodge the intruder in her abused rectum. Because she knew that Rich had inserted his middle finger in her sorely tired anus!
She could feel it rotating like a live thing in her secret passage, scouring it mercilessly, causing her to moan and fret with new agonies of pain. At last, she felt him withdraw it, and her relieved rectum shrank back, and she was conscious of a feeling of hope. Maybe now he'd go away and leave her alone with her husband...
But her hope was premature. Yet again, the harsh kneading of her young lover's hands on her bruised buttocks filled her with dread. She was perilously close to coming from he husband's frantic fucking below, and she didn't want anything to spoil that. Oh, if only Rich would go away!
Then his voice was hoarse and lascivious in her ear.
"Spread that tight little ass of yours, baby Rich's coming right in!"
Mary's mouth formed a horrified "no" but she couldn't voice it. Her throat was dry ant fear was like an icy hand clutching at he pounding heart. Oh Dear God, what was she in for now? Why didn't Otto do something? Why did-
Her thoughts were drowned out by an overwhelming flood of pain which swept over her with the force of a deluge, obliterating everything but the sensation of engulfing agony.
"NOOOOOOOO...OH GOD STOP!" she begged wildly, as she felt her trembling thighs being swept aside, felt the soft spheres of her buttocks being crushed by a flesh-splitting thrust. Red hot needles of fire stabbed at her back passage, and her eyes widened in nameless horror as she felt the excruciating entry of her lover's passion-distended cock in her near-virginal anus.
The teenager had penetrated her tightly-clenched sinking of the boy's steel-like cock. It swept aside the futile resistance of her cringing anus, lunging into her sphincter until it was finally buried to the hilt in her agonized backside.
Mary felt as if she'd been torn in two. The youth's dynamic cock seemed to fill her to the extent that she thought it had penetrated her abdomen and she wondered if she'd ever walk again. Pain was an abstract thing now, and she was hardly aware of its existence any longer. The pleasure she was still feeling in her wildly clutching pussy seemed separate from the rest of her as well, and she was sure she'd been plunged inadvertently into a horrendous nightmare.
But when would it end?
Horrified, she felt the spear-like shaft being withdrawn from her torn anus and was conscious of relief. It was short-lived; almost immediately, Rich sawed into her as before, only this time without any preamble and brooking no obstacles.
"OOOHHHH STOP! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO! PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO..." she shrieked panic-stricken, as she realized that the boy was striving to establish a crude rhythm. He was actually fucking her rectum!
The strange thing was, Otto didn't seem to mind what the teenager was doing. Mary could hardly believe his countenancing such an act. But he obviously was. She was lewdly sandwiched between the two men, her husband and her fifteen year old lover, complete victim to their base desires.
Rich was lasciviously thrusting in between her quivering ass-cheeks from above, his long, lithe body straddling hers, while Otto beneath her was gallantly skewering her feverishly aroused pussy.
Almost unanimously, the two lust-driven cocks began to saw into her in unison, the hard, slippery lengths brushing against each other through the thin dividing membrane between the twin passages. Mary could hardly register the fact that she was being double-fucked. Never in her most fantastic, erotic dreams had she envisioned such a thing happening. And yet, it was happening, and what's more, she was beginning to accept it. She was getting accustomed to being fucked in the rectum and the vagina, at the same time by her husband and her boy-lover, and her insatiable body was beginning to enjoy it!
A long low moan of ecstasy passed her lips, and the moisture-bathed body of the naked young school teacher began to vibrate with reverberations of complete passion. Her long lithe form whip-lashed between the two male bodies, quivering and shaking with ripples of excitement. Greedily, she thrust her flaring buttocks upwards to receive her lover's downstroke in her now fully stretched rectum, and then swung downwards to receive her husband's jerking shaft from beneath.
She was actually beginning to respond to the lewd dual fucking and her body was bucking and thrashing in complete abandon. Her lover and her husband were united in their efforts to give her the maximum pleasure and she was anxious to accept it. More than anxious, desperate. Her body, all of a sudden, seemed to crave this lurid, perverse form of passion. A lewd thrill of forbidden pleasure electrified her as she realized fully how she had subjugated herself. She had truly thrown off the shackles of repressive inhibition, and her indulgence in a lascivious three-way fornication like this proved it beyond a doubt.
She exulted in the masochistic feelings which flooded through her at the thought of how she was being used, of how her body would be shortly the receptacle for the pumping seething sperm of two men. Although they were giving her unbelievable pleasure, they were actually using her, like a whore from the streets, for their own base instincts, and she liked it!
She thrilled from the perverse sensations soaring through her and she wanted the incredible dual fucking to go on forever. But it couldn't.
Already, she felt the by now familiar stirrings of climax and knew that she was about to find release from the obscene wanton fucking of her husband and lover.
And...
"Aaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh...Oh God, I'm cumming!" she sobbed suddenly, as her whole body stiffened like a ramrod. For an incredible moment, she hovered there on the brink of orgasm, and then, moments later...
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...I'M CUMMING!"
She was there!
Riotous feelings crowded in on her then, and she was conscious of nothing but the spasms of pure pleasure which convulsed her fully liberated body. From the back of her mind, she could hear the hoarse, savage moans of her two lovers as they both reached a climax at the same time. They battered against her with bestial fury, but curiously, she didn't feel any pain. She just felt the glorious surge of their rolling white fluid as it cascaded at the same time into her forever stretched rectum and her passionately aroused pussy, where it united in a twin pool in her helplessly flooded little belly.
Then she remembered nothing else but a marvelous feeling of complete and absolute satiation, and the exhilarating knowledge...now I really am a woman...
* * *
Mary didn't know what time it was when Rich finally left. Otto seemed to accept his presence as natural, and who was she to argue with that?
After that first three-way, they assumed all sorts of weird positions, Otto, strangely enough, acting as ringleader, and acting very much as if he had a lot of experience in such things!
But Mary decided she wouldn't worry about that now. She'd just enjoy the incredible night of fucking, which was like something out of an oriental book. At long last, they all grew really weary and Otto reluctantly said they'd have to call it a day, or a night, rather. Mary didn't want to think what Rich's folks would say when he arrived home. But he didn't seem to be worried much.
"Ah, the younger generation," Otto smiled understandingly as they waved goodbye to the teenager and went arm in arm back into the bedroom.
CHAPTER NINE
Mary was very excited. It was almost time for Carlo to come and she could hardly wait. Of course, it had been wonderful with Rich yesterday, but a chance to instruct a new pupil was always something really exciting...
Summer vacation had already started, but Mary didn't miss school in the least. Not when Rich still came to the house for extra "instruction" and now that she had also succeeded in persuading the tall, darkly handsome Carlo that he needed an extra grind, as well! Rich didn't know that Carlo was coming to the house today, but even if he did, Mary felt sure he wouldn't mind. After all, she just couldn't spend too much time with one student, could she?
After that wild night with both Otto and Rich, she and her husband had come to an agreement. They both realized the perilous grounds their marriage had been drifting to, and realized what had brought it back to safe moorings. So for the moment, anyway, they were just not prepared to take the risk of going aground again. So, Otto had tacitly agreed to her continuing to see Rich, and others too.
He had told her about his taking French lessons, which she thought was rather touching. However, he was very vague about the whole set-up, and didn't seem to her any the wiser about the language. But he sidetracked her, saying he was saving it up until he was fluent.
She had her doubts about those lessons, but decided to say nothing. Her husband was obviously very keen on continuing them, and who was she to complain when things were going her way?
She was going to have a lot of fun during the summer with her teenaged students, and if Otto was enjoying himself with his French teacher, well, wasn't that what the educational system was all about?
