A major controversy has gone on in America for a number of years now over the rapidity of change. Such high-speed movement in our society has been the topic of many books and films, as well as a primary issue in the various bodies of government. Pros and cons on the development of such instruments of change as the supersonic transport, or SST as it is generally referred to, have ranged from economic well-being, to the potential hazards the development will bring on our environment.
Yet, what is often overlooked when debating such issues, is the effects of rapid change and movement on the simpler institutions in our society. It was not so many years ago that young people grew up in one community, married another from the same community, and eventually settled down to raise a family, starting the same cycle all over again. Today, especially in the "melting-pot" cities, young people are-likely to be from a totally different part of the country and living in those cities for work or study. Raised with different standards and outlooks, they are nonetheless thrown together in work and play. The net result of these conditions is numerous marriages between two people who really don't know one another. The values they were raised with may often conflict to such a degree, that they either work hard to reach an understanding and balance, or end by divorce. On the opposite side of the spectrum, such wide-spread backgrounds can result in a fulfilling and rewarding exchange of experiences.
CHAPTER ONE
"Is this Carol Ann Morse ... I mean the Miss Carol Ann Morse who's twenty-one today? The girl who can now legally accompany a gentleman for a drink?"
The teasing tone in the man she was soon to Mary's voice was hilarious, and Carol laughed into the telephone, unable to think of a suitable reply. Bob immediately started singing "Happy Birthday" in an off key grainy voice, which made her laugh even more, but by the time he was finished, she was ready.
"This must be Mr. Robert V. Fontaine IV, and he still can't sing worth a darn!" Carol listened for some quick response, but all she heard was silence. "Bob?" Carol said after a few seconds.
"Can't sing, huh?" came the reply, his mock hurt tone not very convincing.
"You make a better fianc'," Carol said sympathetically. Then she burst into laughter again. She had a feeling it was going to be her best birthday ever.
"Yeah! And I intend to prove it! Just called to remind you that there are only two hours left! Take a look at your clock, 'cause I'm going to be on time, ready to wine and dine you like you've never been wined and dined before!" Bob's words shot over the phone like a machine gun.
"Heck, for that I'm ready right now!" Carol replied quickly. She glanced at her half undressed reflection in the door mirror, and she giggled to herself. "Where is this place you're taking me, sir?"
"That my dear lady is a surprise!" Bob said triumphantly. He was enjoying the suspense he was able to create about the date. "You've now got one hour and fifty-eight minutes!"
"Yes sir! I'll be ready and waiting!" Carol said, and she knew she would be.
"Happy Birthday, baby!"
"Bob?"
"Yep?"
"Thank you..."
"Only the first of many! Bye!"
"Bye!" Carol listened as he hung up the phone, then she slowly set down the receiver. He was so thoughtful, almost too thoughtful at times, she was completely overwhelmed with his gentlemanly way. It was the third time he had called her that day, and Carol appreciated everyone of his calls. He made her feel really important, and she knew that he had to care a lot for her. There just could be no doubt in her mind.
Feeling totally disorganized, Carol picked up a stack of books on the desk next to the phone, and she carried them to the built-in bookcase above her studio bed. As a birthday present to herself, she had done little or nothing all day, and the mess around her apartment was beginning to bother her. Setting the books on the shelf, she glanced over at her clock radio, and she was almost startled by the time. Gads, it was getting late!
Picking up a half-filled cup of cold coffee and stacking it on a crumb covered plate, Carol hurried with them into the small kitchen. She didn't have time to take a leisurely bath, and do the dishes too, so she decided to forget the dishes for the moment. If she had time enough after her bath, well then she would do them. It was her birthday, and the most important thing was looking nice for Bob. Straightening her apartment would have to take second place that afternoon.
Carol had been living in the same small studio apartment since she first came to Los Angeles. It had been nearly two years, and there were still things she had planned to do the first day she moved into the place, not yet done. The apartment was almost always as neat as a fresh cleaned suit, a reflection of Carol's up-bringing, but the projects she had mapped out for herself just never seemed to get started. She had wanted to change the color of the paint in the kitchen, and find another picture to hang in the studio room to replace the old shipping scene. But, the color of the kitchen was still the same, and the old sailing ships still hung on the wall. She made excuses to herself about her studies taking too much time at Southern California, but the real truth was that she simply didn't feel inspired.
Carol's father was a doctor in Corvallis, so she had spent her first two years at Oregon State, "Studying English to become a teacher," she always said. She had worked hard at getting good grades, and the net result was a scholarship from Southern Cal. It was what she had really wanted, as it was an opportunity to get a distance away from home for the first time in her life. Her life there had been rather strict and confining, and she yearned for a freedom that would give her the chance to discover life. For her, going to Southern Cal. represented that opportunity, and the scholarship was just the thing to convince her parents she should go.
Carol thought of her first year in Los Angeles as being exploratory. Meeting new friends and going on dates had been her primary objective, and she made it a point to never date one boy more than a few times. She didn't want to get serious, and she succeeded in keeping things that way. Yet, in retrospect, she considered that her "wild" period, as at the beginning of her second year, she met a law student named Robert V. Fontaine IV. From that time on she dated no one but Bob, and the month before her twenty-first birthday, he asked her to marry him. She had said yes without hesitation.
Carol was due to graduate in a month, and Bob had been preparing for the bar exam for the past year. So they jointly decided that the Wedding day shouldn't come until after she had graduated, and Bob had passed the bar exam. Bob's parents thought they were being very sensible, and Carol found that she held their feelings in great esteem. Bob's father was an important corporation lawyer, and they had a large home in the Bel Aire district. The seemed to epitomize everything "right" and "proper" to Carol, and without really being aware of it, she identified them closely to her own parents.
Opening the closet door, Carol reached inside to get the dress she bought for the special occasion that evening. She felt it a little bit too sexy in its style, but when she had seen it, something told her that it was right. It was sheer black and simple in line, but in the front was a long vee of black net that plunged almost to the waist. She knew that it was designed to be worn without a bra, and the idea of it was wickedly exciting to her. After checking to be sure it was in perfect condition, she hung the hanger over the open door, leaving it ready and waiting to be put on after her bath.
Carol believed she was very lucky to have such an ideal relationship with Bob, and she was very much aware of the fact that their friends called them the perfect couple. Being engaged to be married to Bob was like a dream come true, and she felt she was definitely ready to settle down as a home-maker and wife. Only one thing bothered her, although she wasn't completely aware of it, and that was in spite of her two years of freedom, at the age of twenty-one, she was still a virgin.
Having met Bob's parents on the evening of their second date, Carol had become very fond of them. Without really knowing it, Carol tended to see her own family in them, and she had come to believe that she couldn't do anything they, like her parents, wouldn't want her to do. She was convinced that they would want their son to marry a virgin, a girl that had taken her purity to the wedding bed, and it had been just that belief that had kept Carol pure. On the numerous occasions that she and Bob were engaged in heavy petting, she had always stopped it from advancing too far by reminding him of his parents. "What would they think if they knew I wasn't a virgin?" she had said many times, and she said it in spite of the tremendous desire that always seemed to take hold of her body. After a while, much to Carol's dismay, Bob had simply stopped trying, resigned to wait until their wedding night. As a result, Carol found that she was becoming even more aware of the budding desires in her body.
After a quick check of the clock again, Carol walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucets to fill the tub. The chrome handles felt cool to her touch, and she dipped her fingers under the stream of water, adjusting the faucets until the temperature was right. She liked the water as hot as she could stand, as it always had a soothing effect on her body.
Walking back into the studio, Carol pulled off her robe and threw it onto the bed. She often liked to run around her apartment in the nude, but that afternoon she had started to get dressed. She had only gotten as far as her undergarments when she changed her mind, so she was still wearing her bra and panties. It was warm outside and the air-conditioner was on full blast. When she started back toward the bathroom, the cool air stream seemed to caress her body when she crossed in front of it, and she was suddenly aware of the dampness between her inner thighs. She had forgotten what she had been doing before Bob called, but it came back to her thoughts immediately. As she approached the bathroom, Carol saw her full reflection in the long mirror on the open bathroom door, and she slowed her steps, her eyes examining the various parts of her body. She didn't think she looked as good in her bra and panties as she did naked, and she stopped in front of the mirror, intentionally keeping her eyes diverted from her face. She didn't like to look herself in the eye when she was contemplating self-indulgence.
The tub was nearly full, and Carol hurried into the bathroom to turn off the faucets. The steam was rising from the swaying surface of the water, and she dipped her hand in, deciding that it was too hot. She could wait a few minutes for it to cool some. Straightening up, Carol closed the door so that the mirror was facing inside the bathroom, and she again looked at her body. She was fascinated by the sensations she sometimes had, and they would often occur when she watched herself undress in front of the mirror.
Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get messed before her date that evening, and she unconsciously flipped it back with her and hand as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Holding the cups, she lowered the material slowly, letting the lace brush tantalizingly across her nipples to the very edge. They seemed to peak back at her as they appeared over the top of the white material like pink buttons on the tips of her breasts. Dropping her bra to the floor, Carol stared at her full, round breasts, pleased with what she saw. They were firm and pointed, perhaps even a little large for her size, but they still stood up proudly, without the support of a bra. Her nipples were erect, just from the touch of her bra moving across them, and she placed the palms of her hands flat against the twin mounds, her heart pounding from the sensations it gave her. Just touching herself there made her want to touch all of her sensitive parts, and she started to lower her hands over her belly, down toward the moist spot between her inner thighs. For an instant, Carol glanced up to her face, and meeting the reflection of her own eyes, she blushed and turned away from the mirror.
"Oh Darn!" she said out loud. She scolded herself mentally for being so preoccupied with her sexuality. God, she had been stroking her hand over the soft, curl-lined lips of her vagina when Bob had last called It was becoming too much! And now. she was supposed to be getting ready for a bath, but instead she was getting herself all excited. Trying to stop what she had already started, Carol turned back toward the mirror, looking at her face intentionally.
Her long blonde hair framed a face that was more sensual than that of a classic beauty, as although her features were well defined, there was also a certain pouty quality that made her appear a little devilish. Her green eyes were like giant round globes, perpetually misty and deep, and certainly the most outstanding feature in her face. Her nose was small, curving out slightly at the tip, and served to accent the slightly pouting lower lip of her full, sensual mouth. Her complexion was milky clear and white, as was the rest of her long slender body. There was nothing athletic about her shape, although she was correct in assuming her full blown qualities. Her body was like a soft and tender maze that anyone would be eager to explore. Her waist was long and narrow, and her hips flared out in perfect proportion to her long tapering legs. Her buttocks, like her thighs, were firm, but they rounded out like two ripe melons waiting to be squeezed and tested for ripeness. Beneath their sensual curve toward her inner thighs was the fuzzy mystery of her entire being.
Knowing she had to remove her panties before getting into the tub, Carol lowered her eyes again as she pushed her thumbs beneath the elastic band top. She started to lower them quickly, but she stopped, caught-up for the moment in the arousing exposure of her vaginal triangle. The soft nylon strip of her panties that ran between her thighs seemed to want to cling to her pubic hair, and she lowered the fabric slowly, inch by inch revealing to her sight the triangle patch of silky blonde hair. She could almost feel the steam from the bath rising up between her slightly spread legs, and it seemed to gently drift up into the soft fold of her slit, warming the already heated bud of her clitoris. Her clitoris tingled, aching to be touched by human flesh, and telling herself she would only do it for an instant, she released one side of her panties, leaving them tightly clasping her thighs. Watching her hand move over to the triangular patch of fuzz was enough to make her feel more excited, but she extended her long middle finger, bending it slightly as she pushed it hesitantly into the softness of her cuntal lips.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Carol moaned out loud as she felt the electric-like flash of pleasure as her finger made contact. Her clit was hard, and she rolled it gently under her fingernail, trembling with the lewdly wicked sensations that poured through her sensual young body. She could feel the lubricating fluid from her vagina begin to form at the opening just below her finger, and she couldn't keep from working her finger down into the soft, pink flesh in search of the warmly pulsating pussy mouth. Finding it moist, she pushed the tip of her finger into the narrow hole, and her mind whirled with the images of sexual gratification. She could just imagine having a man's passion-hardened cock pushing into her there, and taking a deep breath, Carol wormed her finger into the smoothly quivering passage of her vagina. She worked it up deep, not stopping until the palm of her hand was pressed tightly against the excitedly trembling lips of her cunt. It felt good, too goood!
"Oh God!" Carol exclaimed for the second time in a few minutes, and feeling ashamed, she pulled her finger from her warmly throbbing vagina. Quickly removing her panties the rest of the way, she stepped out of them, and left them on the floor where they lay. Her belly was burning with desire, but she turned away from the mirror, wanting to hurry into the warm water of the bath. She hoped that it would take some of the notions out of her mind, but as she stepped over the edge of the tub, she looked back over her shoulder at the reflection of her buttocks as if expecting to see a sign of her arousal. The smoothly rounded cheeks stuck out just enough to make the crevice dividing them appear deep and tantalizing, and she quickly looked away as she lowered herself into the warm water.
Stretching out, Carol flipped her hair over the edge of the tub to keep it dry, and she laid perfectly still, enjoying the pleasant feel of the heated water around her nude body. Ever so slowly, the sensation she identified with the wet warmth of a bath dominated her mind. She felt soothed and relaxed, and she was sure that she could keep her mind off of the things she so badly wanted to do. She thought herself oversexed at times, even though she had never really experienced complete sex, yet at the same time, she thought that she was unusual to still be a virgin at the age of twenty-one. She knew that a lot of their mutual friends were having sexual relations, and she even felt that they believed she and Bob had such a relationship. It almost seemed foolish not to do it since everyone believed they were anyway! Well, Bob's parents didn't think so, she was sure.
One date with Bob, one of their first, stood clearly in her mind as the first time she really would have given in to him. They had been at a dance, and they were dancing close, their bodies pressed together, more swaying than anything else. She could vividly remember that first sensation she had when realizing that Bob's penis had become hard, and it was like a solid lump pushing against her loins. It had felt so big, that for a moment she had thought it was out of his pants, right there in the middle of the dance floor! She had been afraid to back away from him for fear everyone would notice what was happening, and in fact she had even pushed in closer, thinking she needed to cover it up. It had throbbed and jerked against her, and her belly had begun to burn with a strangely exciting sensation she had never really known before that time. It was almost like she could feel the flood flowing through it, pounding with his heart-beat against her vagina, and, in spite of her initial shock, she had felt moisture forming under the crotch band of her panties between the delicate fleshy folds of her pussy as her clitoris throbbed with passion. She had thought she was going to melt where they stood. Just fall back with his hardened penis still pushing into her pussy, and twist down on the floor with him on top of her. Then, the dance had ended, and rather than have to look him in the eye, she had whispered in his ear that she wanted to wait for the next dance. She wasn't sure if she had said that because she didn't want to walk off the floor risking the possibility of his hardness being noticed, or because she had liked the sensations so much. But, as luck would have it, the next dance had been a fast one, and everything was sort of released.
Picking up a bar of soap, Carol slowly began to wash, her mind still thinking back on that one certain date. She had known after they left the dance floor that Bob would be very anxious to get her alone somewhere, and she knew that hard-to-resist things would happen to her if he merely touched her once. She had even gone to the trouble of weighing the pros and cons of giving in to him, considering how he would later act after having seduced her, and she had decided that it wouldn't really matter. She had come to the conclusion that it was a good way to know if she should get serious with him or not. Bob had squeezed her hand, looking at her in a way that left no doubt about his intentions, and it had excited her to think she was possibly ready and willing to be seduced. The decision had been made, and she had gone to the restroom to daub perfume on her inner thighs. It had somehow seemed to be the right thing to do, but then when she returned to where Bob was waiting for her, the whole evening fell apart. His best friend had been out in the parking lot with a girl named Barbara, apparently trying to get her to loosen up with some liquor, and she was sick and crying. She was afraid to go home in her condition, and the net result was that Barbara had stayed at Carol's apartment. It had destroyed her and Bob's chances of being alone together that evening, and the next time they had gone out together, Carol didn't feel the same. They had eaten dinner at Bob's parents, and she just couldn't give in to sex without marriage after that. The most Carol even allowed him to do was fondle her naked breasts a couple of times, as she was afraid if she let him do anymore than that, that she too would be unable to control herself.
Opening her eyes, Carol realized that she was daydreaming, and instead of washing herself, she was again unconsciously stroking her vagina with her hand. "God, I've got to get married soon!" she thought guiltily, and sat up in the tub, vigorously splashing water as she hurriedly washed. It had to be getting late, and Bob would be there to pick her up soon. After a few moments, Carol stood up in the tub, and avoiding her reflection in the mirror, she grabbed a towel to dry her lusciously curved young body.
As soon as she was dry, Carol kept her eyes down as she walked through the doorway past the door mirror, and still naked, she went straight to her dresser to find her best black panties and bra. Finding them, she quickly stepped into her panties, then placed the cups of her bra over her firmly rounded breasts while reaching back to fasten it.
Checking the time, she gasped out loud and started for the bathroom again, when she glanced at her dress hanging from the closet door. "Oh Darn!" she groaned, and she turned around, removing her bra as she walked back to her dresser. She had forgotten she wouldn't be needing it! Stuffing the bra in a drawer, Carol again headed for the bathroom, counting the seconds in her head that she had remaining, and she pulled at the clip holding her hair back, dropping it in the sink in her hurry to brush it out. She couldn't see her reflection clearly for the steam, so she grabbed a towel, wiping half the mirror off, then dropping it as she picked up her hair brush. On the fiftieth counted stroke of the brush through her long shining hair, she dropped the brush and, looking over the results of her hurried efforts, she was satisfied.
Carol never used much make-up, and she didn't need it to improve her looks. But, that evening she wanted to take a little extra care with the small amount she used, so she took a deep breath to slow herself down. With a patient and steady had, she applied lip-stick and eye-liner, then hurried into the studio to finish dressing.
"MMMMMmmmm!" Carol said appreciatively to the sexy looking woman in the mirror. The dress was really nice, and she paused to run her palms over the curving front down to the waist. Checking the clock again, she realized that Bob was due there right that moment, and she hurried into the bathroom to pick up after herself. Satisfied that everything looked neat, Carol picked up a bottle of perfume, a gift from Bob, and she touched a little to her neck. Then almost unconsciously, she lifted her dress, only a short distance was necessary, and put a touch of the tantalizing perfume on her inner thighs close to the point where they met her panties. She was setting the perfume bottle down when she heard the familiar knock on the door, and half running, half skipping, she went to the closet and pulled out her black coat. Closing the closet door behind herself, she dropped the coat on the bed, then quickly went to answer the door.
"Well, where have you been? I've been twiddling my thumbs for an hour!" Carol said. She smiled as Bob took her in his arms to give her a happy birthday kiss.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, darling! Happy twenty-one!" Bob toasted. Her held up the glass of champagne, reaching with it across the table to clink it on Carol's glass, and they both took a sip of the bubbly liquid.
"Thank you, Darling. This is the nicest birthday I could ever hope for," Carol said as she set her glass back on the table. As she had expected, Bob hadn't settled for anything less than the best restaurant in Beverly Hills, and just the atmosphere of the place excited her.
"It's only just begun," Bob replied, his handsome smile making her heart pound. "Drink that glass, and I'll put the rest on ice until after we've eaten."
"You mean that's all I get to drink?" Carol said kiddingly. She sipped more of her champagne as if greedy to have it all.
"You underestimate me! I told you to be prepared for the best wining and dining of your life, and I meant it. There's a drink they make here that I want you to try!" Bob smiled again, but he was trying to exaggerate it into a lewd grin.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Fontaine!" Carol fairly beamed when Bob shook his head yes. "What is this magical potion that you want me to try?"
"It's called a scorpion, but any similarity to the creature, living or dead, is entirely, etcetera!"
"Sounds awful," Carol said, but when the drink was brought to the table, she was overjoyed. It was served in a large bowl, two long straws stuck in the bowl like horns, and on top of the ice and liquid floated two white gardenias. "Bob! Are those flowers real?" Carol said, astonishment all over her face.
"Sure! Adds a special flavor. If you don't like the drink," Bob said handing her one straw. "Just pinch your straw, and I'll be glad to finish it for you!"
Carol didn't need to taste the drink to find out if she liked it, as just looking at it made it good to her. But, when she did taste it, she wasn't disappointed. "It's as good as it looks, darling!" she said, and she drew on her straw, gulping the delicious drink down.
"Hey, take it easy. Your not going to leave me any," Bob kidded, but he was glad to see that Carol really went for it.
Carol felt like a child with a new toy, and she went after everything put in front of her that evening. Bob had ordered chateau-briand that was specially prepared, and they had a rare vintage Bordeaux wine with it. But, the meat wasn't brought until after they finished their second scorpion, and after the entree, they had banana-fritters in rum, topped off with the rest of the champagne. Carol felt like she had been to a food and drink orgy afterwards, which was closer to the truth than she realized.
"Darling, I don't think I've ever eaten so well in my entire life," she stated honestly. She felt warm, pleasantly warm like she could feel the blood rushing through her whole body, and Bob had showered her with so much special attention, she wanted to just grab him.
"We've been here three hours. Did you realize that?" Bob said looking at his wrist-watch. He could clearly see that Carol was too wrapped up in everything to have noticed the time, but he wanted to speed thing's up a bit. Hell, he'd been waiting nearly a year for the right opportunity, and he was becoming a little impatient. Carol looked just a little too sexy in her new dress, and he could imagine the sensation of getting his hands under it and touching her naked young flesh.
"God! It seems like we just got here." Carol felt a slight, unexplainable tingling sensation in her belly, and then she suddenly remembered the last time she had seen that look Bob was now giving her. It had been at a dance, just before they were going to leave. "Thank you for the wonderful dinner, darling," Carol said in a low voice. She tried to put the meaning she wanted with her inflection, but the liquor was beginning to have an effect on her. Bob stood up from the table to slide out her chair, and when she stood, she grabbed his arm, afraid that she would fall if she didn't.
"You O.K.? " Bob put his arm around her waist and held her tightly.
"Yes, darling!" Carol insisted, and then grateful for his arm, she smiled up at him. "Now, I am!" She half turned to face him completely, and pressing her hips against his groin, she felt his penis hardening. Looking directly into his blue eyes, she suddenly felt she could put everything eke in the world out of her mind. "Why don't you take me home now?" she whispered breathlessly.
"My thoughts exactly," Bob replied, and he walked with her toward the front of the restaurant to get her coat.
"Bob?" Carol said, slipping into her coat.
"Yes, darling?"
"Let's hurry before any of your friends show
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Something about the drive back to Carol's studio apartment made them both feel an urgency in everything they did. Carol felt almost desperate to get into her apartment, and as a result she had a hard time finding the door key. Bob finally had to look in her purse for her, and he was able to come up with it. But, then, he was hardly able to get the key into the lock, and by the time they got the door open, they were both laughing uproariously. The moment the door was closed behind them, Bob took Carol into his arms, and pressing his mouth hard against hers, he drove his tongue deep between her welcoming lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Carol moaned deep in her throat, and she sucked on the warm, wet flesh in her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Bob's arousal. He held her tightly to his muscular body, and she provocatively ground her hips against his groin, feeling the growing hardness. The champagne, rum and wine made her feel a little dizzy still, but there was another sensation joining it. Her vagina down between her thighs was beginning to moisten, only it seemed amplified to even greater awareness than she had ever known. Her clitoris was tingling, and she knew that she was ready to resign her body to Bob.
Bob squeezed her body against his with all his strength, no longer able to contain the urgency of his desire. Kissing her deeply, he moved his hand down to her buttocks, and pressing hard against the firmly rounded cheeks, he ground his hardened penis into her loins. Her scent, her softness, everything about her was sexually exciting, and he was determined to have her once and for all. Sliding his hand down over her buttocks, he pushed his fingers in toward the narrow space between her inner thighs as his cock throbbed against her with tremendous pressure.
"Darling," Carol said, breaking away from his kiss. She put her mouth close to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even more as she spoke. "Wait, darling, pleaseee! I ... I want ... " Carol's belly was burning with sensations that grew more intense from thinking about what she wanted to say. "Undress me, darling! I want you to see me stripped completely nude ... To see all of me so you'll know I'm who you want!"
Bob's cock jerked as her words came hotly into his ear. She wanted to be naked! He had never before been able to get her stripped off, and now she was asking him to take off her clothes. Tipping his head back, he looked Carol in the eyes, but she looked away immediately. He relaxed his hold of her, and she turned her back to him.
Carol couldn't contain the excitement she felt over the thought of Bob undressing her, and she was afraid he would think her immoral if he saw in her eyes how she truly felt. She wanted the beautiful experience she had dreamed about so many times, to have him gently caress her nude body, kiss her lovingly from head to toe until finally, her virginity would just melt away from the heat of her passion. She was twenty-one, his fianc', and still totally inexperienced in the ways of sex.
It was too good to be possible, he thought, as so many times she had stopped him from making any advances. Now, like she was another person, she was willingly asking him to undress her! It could only mean one thing, and it had to be that she was ready to be fucked. So many times he had been denied and put-off by her reluctance to do anything until they were married, and now all of that was changed. It almost seemed like the dinner and drinks had really worked, that it had compounded itself into making her finally ready to be taken by him.
Reaching out at the zipper running down the middle of her dress, Bob was completely absorbed by his realization. His cock was hardened into a rigid shaft, ready to burst with the intense excitement of finally conquering his young girlfriend's heretofore reluctant body. The idea of shoving his cock deep and hard into the soft virginal folds of her naked young cunt was more arousing under the circumstances than any experience he'd ever had before in his life. As he lowered the zipper, exposing the smooth naked curves of her back to his sight, his balls pounded with unbearable pressure from his churning sperm, and he was afraid he would lose his load just looking at her. He knew that he would have to, want to take her fast and furiously, or he'd never last.
Feeling a rippling shudder run up her spine as she felt her dress being undone and pushed away from her naked breasts, Carol suddenly was aware of a desperate kind of energy from him. He nearly ripped her dress in his hurry to get it away from her body, and she turned to face him, completely forgetting that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Bob, please be gentle!" she said, but she caught her breath as he suddenly leaned forward, his mouth closing over the nakedness of her full breast. His arms held her tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around the pink bud of her hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the sensitive tips, sending chilling pleasures through her tense body. For the moment, she was completely absorbed by the sensations, and she was hardly aware of his clawing fingers digging into the waist-band of her panties.
"Oohh! Ooouuuu! Darling, please, I ... We...."
He wanted to see her naked and open to him, and he had little time for playing games. She had put him off too long, too many times, and now he was going to have her his way. He was going to fuck her until the teasing little bitch begged him to fill her belly with every ounce of cum in his body. Pulling at the black filmy material covering her vagina, Bob got the tight nylon panties stripped down over the smoothly round cheeks of her buttocks, feeling the warmth of her naked flesh against his hand. The crevice dividing the two cheeks felt mysterious and deep, but he felt he would not be able to wait for any foreplay. All that mattered was getting her naked and onto the bed with her legs spread wide.
With her black lacy panties still clinging to her thighs, Bob scooped Carol up into his arms, and he carried her without taking his mouth from her breast. A new, uncomfortable sensation joined the passion in Carol's body as she felt herself being lifted up and carried toward the bed. She realized her panties were half-way off, the fabric still clinging to her legs, but her vagina open and exposed to anything he might want to do to her. It was terrifying, and she knew then that she should fight to protect herself as her instinct of old took over.
"Nooo! Bobbb! Not this way ... Pleaseeeee!" She screamed as his mouth on her breasts suddenly felt like it was sucking her inside out, his teeth biting cruelly at the nipples, leaving tiny impressions as a symbol of his lust. She came down on the bed on her back with Bob on top, pinning her helplessly beneath his strong body. She couldn't even twist out from under him as he locked one knee between her whitely straining thighs. Slowly but surely her fantasies were crumbling down around her, and the final blow to all of her dreams of doing it the first time with him came with the ripping sound of her panties being torn away from her body and being thrown in a useless, tattered pile to the far side of the room.
Above the roar of his passion, he could hear her frightened cries of protest, but his insanity was unbounded, refusing to give heed to anything but complete and total possession of her young virgin body. The liquor in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but instead it helped inflame him to a point he had never reached in his life. He wasn't himself anymore, but he was instead a wild man, hungry for the lust that had been denied him too long. Feeling the silky smoothness of her resiliency curling pubic hair, Bob slipped his fingers down into the softly quivering flesh of her pussy, searching desperately for the tightly clenched opening he had to have.
A state of helpless confusion seemed to engulf her mind as she felt Bob groping for her naked vagina. She tried to clamp her legs together, wanting nothing but to close off any access to her helpless body, but he had her thighs locked wide apart. In spite of her efforts, she felt her pussy being lewdly touched as his fingers probed into the defenseless hair-lined lips, seeking like tiny insects the virgin passage to her womb. She felt nothing but anguish, even when his fingers brushed across her clitoris, still hardened from her previous anticipation. Yet, this wasn't the way she wanted her first experience to be. She wanted to reach the sexual heights that her own fingering couldn't achieve, and she had thought surely her first experience with Bob would be gentle, building her up to a magnificent pleasure that she would never come back from.
"Ooooooohhhhh! Please! Bob!" Carol moaned when his fingers dug hotly into the tender flesh around the opening to her womb. She just couldn't understand why he had gone so wild, and she squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a futile effort to make him understand.
Her body was like a masterpiece of all the sexual joys rolled into one, and just the sight of her made his heart pound with lust. Her cunt was tight, virginal, and he worked his finger down between the soft hair-lined lips, worming his finger inside the warmly fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for his throbbing cock. Her moans went unnoticed in his frenzy, and he cruelly drove his finger in and out of the tight, restricting passage with savage thrusts. Her efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his powerful knees placed firmly on the bed between her thighs, and he continued to suck and pull at the smooth flesh of her full, lush breast with his warm wet mouth.
Wanting desperately to please, but unable to understand the humiliation and pain he was causing in his lusting madness, Carol half cried, half pleaded to her passion-crazed boyfriend. It didn't make sense at all when her belly burned with desire for her future husband, and to have him suddenly go insane with an emotion she hadn't even believe him capable of having. The thrust of his fingers in her vagina hurt her mem-tally, not physically in the least, as he had done it unlike the way she had expected, or planned for it all to take place. She questioned her dream, her understanding of what sex was supposed to be like, and she could only guess that either he or she was wrong. Whatever was right, Carol wanted her learning process to be kind and gentle. Yet, in spite of the cruel base emotions behind his actions, she felt an excitement of seduction that she had also been waiting for a long lime. Her excitement wasn't nearly enough to compensate for her shame and embarrassment, though it did help in making his frenzied lust less painful than she imagined it to be. Her vagina was becoming more and more moist in spite of her feelings, and way back inside her brain she felt the sensation of electricity that was so familiar from her clitoris. Before she could completely hold onto these emotions, Bob pulled his fingers from her vagina quickly, and she knew that he was groping angrily with his pants. The idea of what he was preparing to do to her virginal young body excited her, although she was frightened. Then, before she could collect her thoughts, he was on his knees between her out-spread thighs, his arms placed firmly on her shoulders to pin her helplessly back on the bed. AH that she could see was the blazing lust in his eyes, and the giant erect penis that stood out straight from his groin, was pointing directly at he nakedly exposed vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast on its long-sought prey, and Carol began to shake violently.
"Bob ... Please ... Waitttttt! Don't do ... Be gentle!" she moaned, but he didn't lift his eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't even hearing her, and she prepared herself for the worst. She was sure that his huge cock would split her in two, and the thought made her look closely at its throbbing length. The tip was thick and purple, a gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She could clearly see the long shaft lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heart-beat, and the entire long column protruded like a great battering ram from a tight tangle of black pubic hair covering his groin. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his hairy thighs, and she knew that the sperm inside was pounding and anxious to be released. As much as it frightened her, she suddenly had visions of the huge member spurting out white-hot cum deep up into her from the dilated tip, and she wondered how that would feel happening inside her womb.
Bob was frantic with desire for Carol's young, virgin body, and in spite of his demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the tight pussy nestled neatly between her smooth white thighs. There was something about her cunt that he had never felt about any other cunt he'd fucked before that moment. It was so pure, yet passionate in appearance. The silky-smooth, light-colored pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pink opening were gathered tiny beads of moisture that had flowed from the passage to her womb. It looked absolutely untouched, like a fresh made glove for his cock alone, and he was convinced that it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to massage the throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the waiting sperm from his body. It was the most sensual sight he had ever seen, and he had to have it right away!
Shifting his weight to one side, he took his hardened penis in his hand, and he moved his hips forward until the thick rubbery flesh of the purple head made light contact with the sweet warmth of her cunt. Using his cock like a wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit until he had parted the soft little lips that were tucked away, hiding the thin vertical slit of her cunt mouth. She moaned when he lightly touched the bulbous head to her clitoris, and he took that as a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He wasn't really noticing her pleading cries, and when he had his cock positioned over the opening of her cuntal passage, he rolled over her body to ready himself for the drive of his giant member quickly inside her.
Dumbfounded by the sight she was witnessing, Carol began to lose all contact with everything other than her immediate surroundings. She wasn't even sure if it was her small studio apartment, or her own bed that she was lying on under his body. All she could clearly understand was the nakedness of her own body, helplessly spread-eagled out beneath a mammoth penis about to plunge deep into the depths of her belly. She raised her head up off of the bed, looking down over the hardened tips of her breasts to her wide-spread thighs, and what she saw made her shudder with fear. The lips of her virgin pussy were parted out, the hair-lined flesh wrapped around the thick purple head of a long throbbing column, and it was posed and ready to drive inside her body, tearing her vagina into a helpless mass of shattered flesh. Her pleas for mercy were going out into the room like they had never been spoken for the benefit of anyone's ears, and she knew that he was determined to have her right then and there no matter what she said. The pressure on the tight opening to her womb became greater and greater until she thought she would be ripped apart, and she was sure the huge object would never fit inside her vagina. It couldn't fit! It was much too big!
"Nooooooo! Pleaseeeeeee! Boooobbbbbbbb!"
Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his insistent pressure, and he continued pushing his hips forward with all of his strength. His aching cock was ram-rod hard and stiff, and just the excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot unattainable little cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out wider, he knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening to her warmly clasping cuntal walls.
"AAaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Carol felt a great flashing pain dash through her body like she had been stabbed up between her thighs with a hot poker, and her vainly resisting vagina was stretched wide as it opened to take the giant head of his penis inside her. It hurt hellishly, but he had gained his entrance to her young, virgin passage. She had no idea how she would feel when the rest of his cock pushed up inside her stomach, but she expected the worst, trying desperately to worm her way upward on the bed. She wanted to get out from under the painful thrust of his cock, and she screwed her buttocks down hard into the mattress, but to no avail. She was held too securely by his arms and legs, and looking down over the tops of her firmly rounded breasts, she could see that only an inch of the long, hotly pulsating column had penetrated her body. It was simply hopeless, and she was convinced that she would definitely die from the pain of his final entry.
The tight passage around the head of his bulging penis served only to excite him more, and Bob could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his groin. It felt good, and he had to have his cock buried all the way up inside the tightly clasping passage before he spurted out his waiting semen right there. Even though he was fully aware of the pain involving virgin entry, he somehow couldn't keep himself in control, and he shoved hard forward again to drive his penis further into her nakedly trembling body.
"OOOoohhhh! AAaaaaggghhhh! Nnooooooo!" It was terrible, worse than she had imagined it could possibly be, and she bit her teeth into her lip in an effort to keep from passing out cold. Bob was acting like a maniac, and she was afraid he would kill her without ever knowing he had done so. She was totally humiliated by his crude coldness toward her feelings, and at that moment she wished she had never fallen in love with him. Her defenseless young vaginal passage was stretched to the point of splitting, and the horrible pain was dousing any chance of desire in her belly, for that night at the very least. Yet, when he shoved forward again, sinking his cock in another few inches, the pain in her vagina was suddenly and strangely gone. She didn't think about it at the time, but the pain she felt was only in her mind. The method he had chosen to fuck her, the way he was appearing to act was what hurt, as she had been cheated out of everything she had dreamed about for her first sexual experience. There didn't seem to be any gentleness or understanding, but instead there was a vicious lusting selfishness of one-sided fucking for only his own gratification. She was being shamed, not physically damaged by his cruel thrusts.
She was tight, really tight, and Bob felt like his cock was going to explode with his cum at any second. The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy around his slowly sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure to his brain, that he knew he would have to do something quickly to keep himself from cumming before he got all the way inside. He had to have it all the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming sperm, and he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the maximum depth of her newly-stretched vagina. It plowed down the wet-warm passage like a high-powered locomotive steaming through a long dark tunnel at full speed.
UUUuuuuugggghhhhh! AAaaaagggghhhhh!! " Carol didn't know what hit her, the suddenness of his penetration was so severe. She felt as though a giant pole had been plunged into her belly, skewering up between her open thighs like a roast for the spit, and the surprise of being completely filled by his mammoth penis macie her tense up in a desperate attempt to stop the final humiliation. She was helpless, and she felt like she was hanging from the end of his groin, suspended by the fleshy pole buried deep inside her belly. It was the final blow to her ego, the final blow to all that she had dreamed about in her imagination of the very first time she would have her body fully used by a man. Her womb ached from the rubbery fleshed head of his hardness pressed into her cervix, and she raised her head to look down between their cock and vagina joined bodies. His pubic hair was tangled tightly together with the lighter hair covering her wide splayed pussy, and it staggered her imagination to believe that his giant cock was now buried all the way up inside her proud young body.
The pressure in his balls was getting out of control, but Bob fought off his tremendous desire to cum. He was too excited by the sensation of having his whole long cock in the warm depths of her slickly clasping cuntal passage. It was better than he had hoped for, far better then anything he knew. Flexing his cock several times in an attempt to hold back his mounting climax didn't help very much at all. Carol only moaned from her pained humiliation, and otherwise there was no response from her. He couldn't wait for her to come to any adjustment, and he had to immediately start fucking his huge cock in and out of her freshly stretched vaginal passage. Pulling his hips back slowly at first, he drew back the glistening hardness from the depths of her womb until only the thick swollen head remained inside, then with greater speed he plunged it unerringly back into the warm buttery depths of her cunt.
"Oooohhhh! Pleaseeeee! Bobbbbb! OH! OH!" She chanted her discomfort to no avail, as he began to unmercifully pound her battered loins with long hard stabs of his excited rod. She was feeling nothing but shame and frustration at the situation, as he hadn't even waited for her to adjust to his huge size. She couldn't understand why he was being so cruel, and that thought dominated her mind to such a degree that she didn't consciously notice the slowly igniting flame in the pit of her belly. If things had been done in almost any other way, she would have immediately realized that his now rhythmically fucking cock was actually beginning to feel really good.
The tight, liquid smooth walls of her cunt seemed to part before and wrap warmly around his driving cock as he shoved his hips forward in a powerful downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could, to make up for all the frustrating nights he had longed to do it to her. Each deep, swift moving plunge of his long column was like a blow that released his pent-up emotions, and the strains of having her stop his advances on the many occasions before that moment were eased. It was as though he had finally completed an act he had begun several months before, and he was furiously making up for lost time. She was squealing and groaning loudly with each stroke of his lewdly throbbing cock, and he looked down at her beautiful writhing body as he battered his way hotly into the nakedly clenching little hole up between her open thighs. Her legs were locked around his hips, making it hard work for him to fuck her as fast as he wanted to, but he could clearly see the inner pinkness of her tightly clinging cunt lips as his fleshy moistened rod slid hotly up into her open depths. The slid hotly up into her open depths. The outer elastic-like ring of tenderly giving flesh seemed to flow in with his in-stroke, and then it would roll back out as he withdrew his excited pistoning cock. Her hot little cunt was clasping his cock so tightly that he felt he could feel his blood swirling around all the way up inside his balls and he fucked deep down into the depths of her cunt with such force that he lifted her buttocks up off the bed. His balls swung freely, slamming against the open crevice of the softly rounded moons with a loud smacking noise, and her breasts seemed to respond by bouncing up toward the top of the bed. Her long blonde hair was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and he was convinced he had never seen a more sensual woman in his life. Her eyes were staring smokily up as though she could see nothing, but her tongue seemed to flash out through her red, parted lips like a snake gasping for air. And Bob, aroused by her panting, worked his hands down under the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks to cup them and her crotch hungrily up tighter to his vicious thrusts.
The incessant pounding in her vagina was like punishment for something she didn't understand, and she wanted to cry out from the frustrations it caused. She couldn't enjoy it even though she wanted to, because if she did, it would be like showing him that she approved of his methods in bed. She couldn't let herself believe that was the way sex was to be performed, it just didn't seem possible, so she tried to shut out the growing sensations in her womb from her mind in a self protest to the way she was being treated. Yet Carol had to raise her head momentarily and look down between her full ripe breasts at the huge male penis sliding in and out of her wide-stretched vagina. It was wet and glistening from her cuntal juices as it pulled from the whiteness of her belly, and when it plunged up inside again, she could see his large sperm-filled balls smack hard into her upturned buttocks just before the hard, fleshy column was completely filling her again. He drove up in between her widespread thighs with such force that she felt it like a shock wave running through her body, and her breasts were shaking wildly from the impact. It actually felt good, almost too good, but it looked cruel and horrid at the moment, she thought helplessly. He was having his will with her body without any regard to her own pleasure, and it angered her. She wanted to please him, but she had always believed the best way to do that was for a woman to be pleased and satisfied herself. Instead, she felt she was being fucked, and that was the word, fucked, like nothing more than a common whore off the streets would be, and rather brutally at that.
Then, as if it were Carol's lack of response, or the insane desire to completely have all of her, Bob decided to push for more. Her buttocks felt warm and soft in his hand, but he was imagining the look of the tiny puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between their hotly trembling cheeks, just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt. Extending his middle finger, he pushed in between her buttocks cheeks, feeling the smooth hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to her anus. He wanted to touch it, feel the tight texture of her ass-hole with his finger, and possibly he was making an unconscious effort to make her react. The moment his fingertip made contact with the tightly puckered little opening, he pushed hard against it, causing Carol to moan in surprised response. The elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to loosen and tighten in time to the fucking of his cock in and out of her cunt just above it, and he twisted it around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery mouth of her hairless little anus.
"Ugggggh! Oohhhhhh! Ooouuuuuu!" Carol groaned from the sensation of his unnatural probing of her defenseless anus, and she was even more confused by the added instrument working at her loins. It seemed like she was about to again feel the pain of virgin entry as he worked his finger teasingly around the tiny exposed opening, but at the same time she felt strangely excited by the nakedness and total vulnerability of her every sexual opening.
"Oooouuuuuuuuu!" Carol gasped when suddenly he pressed up and slipped his finger hard into the tightly resisting orifice, his finger sinking to the first knuckle, held tightly by the warmth of her rectum. He could feel the hardness of his cock sawing in and out of her cuntal passage through the thinly dividing membrane separating the two passages, and he probed deeper, driving his digit deeper into the rubbery depths to the second knuckle.
"Uuuuggggghhhhhh! Pleaseeeeee!" She was confused by the pain of his entry, but there was something new, something almost masochistic in the pleasure that poured through her body. Her total exposure and openness to his assault was taking on a new experience of sensation, and she twisted her buttocks back onto his finger without really understanding why. He suddenly shoved his finger down until his palm was pressed hard against her wide-spread buttocks, his second assault deep inside the hot, rubbery depths of her rectum. Almost immediately, he began to saw his finger in and out of her anal passage in time to the intense motion of his long cock in her cunt, and she squirmed on the bed beneath him, her anguish suddenly taking second place to the vibrant pleasures filling her groin. He was debasing her, using her openings completely, as if she was sexually available to anything he might desire, and the hard thrusts in her battered loins suddenly seemed to force her to recognize what was happening.
At an instant in time that was only distinguishable by a momentary flash in her mind, she felt the complete pleasure she wanted, in a masochistic awareness of her entire body. She realized in that second there was something of great pleasure to be had from being fucked like a whore, and she wanted to know the heights of that pleasure now, in spite of her anger with her fianc''s rough treatment. It was a discovery of the growing burning sensations in her womb that seemed to emanate from her entire body as it became more and more intense. She thought she could feel her clitoris beating with pleasures that danced electrically over every nerve in her pounded body, and somehow she knew that it was going to get better and better. She was sure that she was on her way to a climax, having an orgasm, and almost magically she found she was working her hips up and down in the frenzied rhythms which Bob beat hotly in her cunt and anus.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Yyyyeeeesssssss!" She mewed with newly discovered pleasure echoing in her passion-torn cunt. Her change appeared ever so slightly, becoming the sensual woman that Bob wanted, and slowly she was beginning to respond to his fucking. The warm, strong muscle in her rectum began to slowly, hesitantly, pull and work at his screwing finger, wanting it deep as he drove it through the tight spongy grasp of her anus. Her whole body was coming to life, her buttocks grinding under the smoothly steaming plunges of his throbbing member, raising themselves up to his deepest drives, then gripping his hips tightly between her firmly locked thighs as if not wanting him to leave her again. She pulled her legs up, opening her loins even wider to his hard thrusts, and she arched her hips up to meet him, twisting and mewing as if enchanted by the hard fleshy column shoved deep in her burning cunt.
"Ooohh! Goddddd! Yeessssss!"
It was too much, and suddenly the processes were set into motion that Bob couldn't stop. She looked so wildly wanton squirming passionately beneath him, that his balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand grenades and the white hot cum began its sensation giving dash toward the blood-filled head of his cock. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax burst into her cunt. He couldn't hold it back, and his cock swelled up to huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh! Godddddddddd! I'm ... I'mmmmmmmmmm!" the crazily twisting young girl didn't know what to think as she felt the hot blast of liquid strike far up into the depths of her belly, and she thrilled to the sensation of the hugely swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again and again, firing its lavalike jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping cunt. It was like it had suddenly triggered an emotion she was unaware of, a startling realization that she was able to fly after all. Her mind swam with a thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming her cunt up hard onto Bob's groin as her belly seemed to explode in response to his lewdly spewing instrument. His finger buried deep in her rectum seemed only to intensify every thing she felt, and she wanted it all, again and again and again.
"Ooohh honey!" Bob groaned as his balls seemed to shoot right on past the head of his cock, his mind deep within the depths of her tightly clasping cunt, and the hot liquid surrounding his throbbing member suddenly gushed out around the thick base, matting down his pubic hair before running slowly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks over his deeply buried finger in her anus. His cock was like an insane beast spitting at its prey, filling Carol's pussy with his churning white-hot cum until it overflowed, mingling lewdly together with the whitely cascading juices of her own orgasm. At that moment they were one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion that neither one of them had even known existed before.
"Ooooooh God, darling! Oooooh God!" She groaned and grunted as her belly rippled with the pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment She was suspended for several moments on a precipice of teetering ecstasy, her cunt welded hotly to the hard fleshy column squirting hot liquid into her belly, and she could not deny the sheer pleasure it gave her. She was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever.
For several moments, his cock continued spewing out his whitely flowing sperm, filling her passage with lewd spasms of erotic delight as it traveled up the full length of his rod, then splashing out the dilated tip to strike wetly back against her cervix. But then, he was exhausted, spent, and his arms felt like they could no longer hold anything. He fell heavily on top of Carol's still nakedly writhing body, pulling his finger noisily from her anus as he gasped for air.
It was over, but she didn't want it to stop. Grinding her slipperily perspiring buttocks frantically against his deflating cock, she tried to milk more life from his semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the spasms in her belly died down, and she was again reminded of the way she had been so selfishly assaulted. Her excitement had made her forget her anger, but then she was remembering that he bad been brutal. She had lost her virginity to her fianc', as she had wanted, except for the method, and she wondered if she had driven him to it.
"I'm sorry," Bob panted through his gasping breath, and only then did she realize that he felt wrong. Her body suddenly began to ache instead of tingle with pleasure, and she moaned feeling the softness of his deflated cock still trapped limply up inside her now forever stretched vagina. Something inside her told her to be hurt and angry, and she looked into his eyes while beginning to sob. He should feel guilty for what he'd done to her, she thought. He'd robbed her of her virginity before their wedding, and brutally in spite of the fact that she had enjoyed part it and even led him on to do it.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" Carol said suddenly, the words coming out like sharp blades intended to injure.
Not really understanding what she was sobbing over, Bob rolled off of her body, his cock pulling from her satiated cunt with a soft, wet, whooshing noise that seemed to accent all that had happened. A thin string of cum clung to the tip of his deflated penis, running like a web to the thin blonde strands of her pubic hair as a lewd reminder of his recently unleashed orgasm. He looked at her, wanting to explain all of his pent-up emotions, his excitement over her suggestion of seeing her nude, but the look in her eyes told him that nothing would help right then. Moving quickly, he pulled his pants up, sloppily tucking his shirt into his trousers before going to pick up his coat from where he'd dropped it. He was completely sober now, and reaching the door, he turned to say something to Carol, but she only rolled over on her side, turning her sexy naked back to him.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said simply. He was afraid to say anything else for fear of raising her wrath.
"I have to think, Bob. Leave me alone!" Carol waited until she heard the door slam, then she turned onto her back, her hand instantly touching the tender spots on her breasts. They were a little sore, but not sore enough to blot out the tiny fluttering sensations of her first orgasm that still lingered in her belly. She had Bob for sure now, and there was no question in her mind that he would be careful not to do anything she complained about in the future.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm so relieved to have all my finals over with, you can't imagine!" Carol said into the receiver. "I feel like I could celebrate for a week!"
"Well, well have to put off the celebration for a couple of days anyway, but I promise the wait will be worth it!" Bob's voice sounded more than sincere, as it had for the past month.
"Do you have to study for that old exam tonight? Couldn't you put it off just this once?" she pleaded.
"That old exam is what I've been going to law school for all this time. Honey, you know how important it is for me to pass the bar the first time! Don't make it any harder on me. I want to go out tonight just as much as you do!"
"I know," she said weakly. "I'm just mad that it it has to come around at this time. I want you to pass it too, you know. I can wait to celebrate, honest!" She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice, as she really didn't want him to feel bad about having to study. The bar was the most important thing in front of them now that her finals were over, and the sooner Bob passed it, the sooner they would be married. It had just been so difficult the last few weeks for her, but she didn't dare let him know it.
"I know you can, but I'm sorry it's necessary. I'll give you a call tomorrow, baby!" His voice was almost questioning, like he wanted her approval.
"Bob!" She wanted to say it. Tell him what had been bothering her for so long. "Yeah?"
"Don't study too hard," she said, her real feelings still concealed in forced joviality. "O.K. Bye."
"Bye!"
Carol put down the phone slowly, her mind still on the things she had been unable to say. It had been all her fault, she knew, but she had hoped that he would somehow undo all the stupid things she'd done. She was feeling frustrated, and she wondered why she had told him, no tricked him into doing as she asked.
It had been nearly a month since the night he had seduced her or put an end to her virginity, as Carol liked to think of it. Her anger had gotten the better of her reason, and the following day she had made Bob promise not to try anything "physical" again until they were married. She had been ashamed of the way everything happened, especially since she had enjoyed it so much, and without really thinking about the effect it would have on her too, she had just told him that in a weak moment. She knew it was only because she had made him feel bad that he'd agreed to go along with her request, and as time passed, it was increasingly more difficult to undo. Many times she had wanted him to take her in his arms, and then carry her to the bed, just like he'd done on her birthday.
"Damn!" she said jumping up. She knew what was going to happen if she stayed around her apartment that evening, and she also knew that it wasn't going to do any good. She had tried many times to relieve the lewdly haunting pressures down between her thighs with her finger, but since that night with Bob, she couldn't achieve what he had done so magnificently with his cock. So many times she wanted to let him fuck her again, ram his big penis into her burning vagina to give her the pleasures her body was demanding, but she had made him promise to wait until marriage. She couldn't think of any way she could gracefully rescind her statement, back down without seeming like a complete fool.
Pacing back and forth in the small studio room of her apartment, she tried to will the hotly tingling sensation in her pussy out of her mind. It seemed to occur every time she saw or talked to Bob anymore, and she knew that she would go crazy if something wasn't done about it soon. After the bar exam was over, she knew that she could back down, give the appearance that she was giving in to him as a way of celebrating the end of the last obstacle to their marriage, but that was still several days off. In the mean time she was going to be left alone, as he had to study, and study hard if he was going to pass it.
Avoiding her reflection in the mirror on the open door to her bathroom, Carol considered how she might find temporary satisfaction. Two, even three fingers did not do what she wanted to feel, as it was just not the same as having his full weight on top of her naked body, his long, viriley pulsating cock driving in and out of her pussy like a pile-driver. That experience on her birthday had opened her eyes to the sensations of a real orgasm, and she couldn't be satisfied with anything less.
Stopping her pacing, Carol knew one thing was certain. She was going to have to get out of her apartment that evening, or she would go crazy from thinking. She had to do something that would keep her mind off of her body, and she considered going to a movie. Walking over to the desk, she picked up the newspaper and thumbed through it until she found the entertainment section. As she studied the numerous listings of theaters, she realized that going to a show by herself wouldn't help keep her mind off of Bob, so she set the paper down again. But, the image of an ad on the entertainment page stuck in her mind, and she picked up the paper to look and see what it was.
There were several listings of nightclubs and bars along the side of the page, and the name of one of them reminded her why she had noticed it. It was a place that an old girl friend from Corvalis worked as a cocktail waitress. Vicky Richards worked there, she was certain. Carol had run into Vicky quite by accident one afternoon on Sunset Boulevard, and it was as if they were both back in Corvalis. It had been a chance meeting, and Carol never really had the opportunity to find out how Vicky had come to be there. Vicky had been on her way to work, and she told Carol to come by for a drink and chat when she had more time. It had been just before her birthday, and Carol had completely forgotten about it since then. The bar in the advertisement was the name of the place Vicky worked, and Carol knew that she had found something to do that evening. She was sure Vicky would understand why she hadn't come by sooner, what with finals and all, and Vicky had assured her that it was O.K. for single, unescorted girls to come in to the place. It was the perfect solution.
Turning to look at herself in the mirror, she checked to see if she looked all right for going out. She was wearing a leather mini skirt and burnt orange sweater with a slightly deep "V" neck, but she remembered that people dressed rather casually at clubs on the "Strip", She decided she looked acceptable, and she went to the closet to get her coat. Before putting it on, Carol remembered how warm it was getting that close to the summer, and she decided to leave the coat behind. After brushing out her long blonde hair and checking the amount of money in her purse, she glanced at herself once more in the mirror, then went out the door.
While driving up toward Sunset, Carol wondered why she had been so preoccupied with her appearance, as she was only going-out to chat with an old girl-friend, but she reasoned that she should after all look proper no matter what her reason for going out. Since her birthday, she hadn't yet gone into a nightclub for a drink by herself, and the idea was somehow exciting to her. She was twenty-one, legal, and it was high time she took advantage of that fact. The few times she had gone into bars with Bob before her birthday had always made her nervous, as she continually expected someone to ask her for identification. With Bob, she had been lucky, but she knew then that she would never be served if she was alone. Now all that was changed, as she could produce the proof of her age, twenty-one.
Finding a parking place proved harder than
Carol would have thought, and she ended up having to leave her car several blocks from the club she was going to. The street was crowded with people, some hurrying as if they had to get somewhere important, and some just standing around watching the hurrying people. It was warm out, and Carol found the stroll both interesting and pleasant. When she finally reached the bar where Vicky worked, she hesitated as she noticed the large sign out in front. In big capital letters was the single word, 'Topless".
She had heard about clubs like that, but she had never had the opportunity to go in one, and shrugging her shoulders she walked in the large door. Beyond a black partition, Carol found she was staring at a girl, nearly naked, dancing slowly behind a long bar. She was surprised at how few people were in the place, and she would have felt better walking into a larger crowd. She almost started to leave when someone called her name.
"Carol! Hey!"
A girl wearing brief bikini pants and a kind of shortie see-through top was walking across the long room toward her, and for a moment Carol didn't recognize that it was Vicky.
She knew Vicky was about her same age, maybe six or eight months older, but right then she looked more sexually sophisticated than Carol thought possible. Her long, dark brown hair hung down almost to her shapely round buttocks, and there was a look about her face that showed her far more worldly wise than Carol. Her eyes were dark, a little heavy on the make-up, and her mouth was pertly heart-shaped, red and sexy. More than anything else, Carol noticed that her large, firmly shaped breasts were plainly visible under the sheer fabric of the shortie top.
"Hi, Vicky!" she said, lost for any other words at the moment. She thought if Vicky's long shapely legs weren't so white in contrast to the tiny bikini pants, she would look like she was completely naked underneath the see-through top.
"Well, you finally made it! You alone?" Vicky said as she took Carol's hand and pulled her toward the bar. "Come on, business is slow tonight, so we can talk!"
"You look nice," she said as she was led to a seat near the end of the bar, but then she was sorry she had said it. She thought it a rather stupid comment under the circumstances, but Vicky smiled in response.
"Thanks, so do you! It's nice to see old friends from Corvallis once in a while. Beats the hell out of the creeps you see in this place!" She was really overjoyed at seeing Carol, it was obvious, and she turned toward the bartender. "Bill, this is an old friend of mine from Oregon, Carol! Why don't you buy her a drink?"
"Hi, Carol, sure! What'll you have?" The bartender was obviously bored with everything going on around him, and Carol almost felt like she was some kind of relief in their routine work.
"Do you make anything with rum?" She was not really sure what she wanted to have, but she remembered the scorpion she'd had on her birthday.
"You name it baby!"
"Can you make a scorpion!? " she asked a little incredulously. The place didn't seem at all like the type to serve exotic drinks.
"For you, I'll try anything," Bill replied, and he went off down the bar in search of ingredients.
"So where've you been since I saw you on the strip?" Vicky was leaning up against a chrome pipe that curved up over the edge of the bar, a symbolic separation of the service area. She was really quite attractive, and Carol wondered if she too went up behind the bar to dance.
"Finals. Lots of finals," Carol said in answer to her question. She started to say more, but Vicky interrupted her before she could speak.
"I'd forgotten you were going to school." There was a trace of bitterness in her voice, as if she was remembering something in the past.
"Not anymore I don't!" Carol said quickly. Then she added, "Graduation's in a week!"
"Any plans after that?" Vicky asked, and she smiled at Carol, her warmth returning.
"Marriage ... well, who knows?" she answered. She meant that she wasn't sure what she was going to do after she and Bob had settled down, but it came out sounding like she wasn't sure about getting married. Before she could go on, the bartender returned with a large glass.
"One special scorpion! Perhaps not exactly the same as you've had else where, but loaded none the less!" He placed the glass in front of her with a flourish, and she was honored by the attention. As if completing a contract, she picked up the glass, carefully sipping down some of the contents, and with an approving smile, she sipped down some more.
"Mmmmm! That's good! Thank you!" She was serious, as the drink made her feel refreshed and warmed at the same time. She had thought on entering the place that she was destined to be uncomfortable, but sitting there at the bar with the drink in her hand made her feel more at ease. The music was loud, almost loud enough to make it necessary to shout to be heard, but it was also exciting and captivating, a rhythm or beat that seemed totally involved with the sexy looking girl dancing behind the bar. The girl was wearing nothing but the same type of bikini pants that Vicky wore, and although she looked a little bored with her efforts, she was obviously enjoying the attention she was getting from a couple of men further down the bar. Carol couldn't help comparing the voluptuous girl's body with her own, and she felt a tinge of jealousy, though unnecessarily. The music was almost finished, and she turned back toward Vicky, nearly falling off the bar stool in the process. Vicky was pulling off the shortie top, her breasts full and naked, not three feet from Carol.
"I've got to do the next number to give Prudence a break," she explained seeing the surprised look on Carol's face. So Vicky did dance half-naked after all, Carol thought.
"I'll be here when you get through," she said, not really knowing what else to say. She watched as Vicky climbed up a small set of stairs leading to the ramp behind the bar, and she was amazed at how unselfconscious Vicky seemed, even though nude, or practically nude. The music finished, and the other girl, Prudence was really her name? Carol wondered, walked quickly to the small stairs and out through a door.
"Don't like it huh?" Bill said as he came up in front of her to pick-up used glasses off a tray.
"Oh, no! I like it very much!" she protested, looking at her half full glass.
"Well, I've got another one on its way, so you better drink up!" Bill smiled, then he walked back down the long bar.
She was pleased to be treated like a special guest, and she took large swallows of the drink to "catch-up". It was making her feel good, and when a new record started playing, she directed her attention to where Vicky was beginning to dance. Her movements were sensual and enticing, like she was beckoning anyone in the place to come up and play with her lush young body. Carol was really impressed and surprised just how sexy Vicky could act, and she mentally pictured her writhing like that on a bed. There was no doubt in her mind that Vicky had been highly experienced in the ways of sex long before herself, and she again felt a tinge of jealousy, seeing the obvious excitement in Vicky's eyes.
It was difficult to imagine, but Carol tried to understand how she would feel dancing half-naked in front of strangers. She thought it could be very exciting in some ways, but then she also felt that she would never be able to face herself if she tried such a thing. She was sure she would blush from head to toe the moment she got on the stage, and she had to admire Vicky for her apparent coolness and skill. She seemed to know exactly what to do, every motion designed to seduce or arouse every man in the audience, and maybe even the women in the audience too! Carol carefully studied her motions, noting that she even used her tongue to sensually lick at her full, sexually pouting lips, as if she was getting ready to have an orgasm. It was almost wanton and lewd the way Vicky spread her legs apart, flicking her hips forward at the audience as if daring them to look up between her white inner thighs. Her flat sexy belly seemed to roll with passion as she moved her entire body in slowly building rhythmic waves of practiced lust. It was a stimulating sight to Carol, even though she was a woman too, and without really being aware of it, she stared at the sheer, sexual image that Vicky created on the stage. She was so engrossed in it, that she didn't even notice the tall man sitting down at the bar next to her.
"Here ya go, Carol!" the bartender said placing a fresh drink in front of her. He interrupted her thoughts long enough for her to thank him, and she realized that he was already turning to the man next to her.
"Chuck ... what'll you have?"
Feeling a little silly for having been so engrossed in Vicky's dancing, Carol glanced at the man next to her, surprised that she hadn't even noticed his sitting down. He was young, in his middle twenties she guessed, and he was remarkably good looking in a niggled sort of way. His hair was almost down to his collar, and although he was dressed rather casually, on him his clothed looked formal. Carol wondered if he was an actor or male model, as that was the first impression she had. He seemed to know the bartender quite well, as he asked for a "usual" drink, and she was particularly taken by the permanent smile that seemed to be etched on his handsome face.
"How is it this time?" Bill questioned as he placed a drink in front of the man.
"Fine, thank you," Carol replied, and she smiled at the bartender, grateful for the attention.
"Meet Chuck!" he said motioning to the man next to her. "This is Carol. She's a friend of Vicky's!"
Carol was a little taken aback by Bill's introduction, but she half turned to face Chuck. "Hello!" The way he was looking at her made her feel like she was blushing.
"A pleasure! I didn't realize Vicky had such attractive friends." Chuck held out his right hand, and Carol took it in hers. His look and actions were very suave, and she had to look down to keep from showing embarrassment. It was almost as if he were approvingly appraising her body.
"I'm not so sure she does," Carol replied modestly. She picked up her drink and sipped from it, almost afraid to continue further conversation with Chuck. He was too charming, and it somehow made her feel as naked as Vicky. The atmosphere of the place seemed to her to be sexual enough without the addition of a virile man, and she was highly aware of her body as a result. She was remembering her original reason for going out at all that evening, and now she was in the company of numerous reminders.
"Have you known Vicky long," Chuck said, ignoring her comment as if it wasn't worth arguing.
"Yes, many years," she replied. She thought that would stop him from going on, but he began to talk as if they had known each other the same length of time. He was so casual in his approach that she couldn't ignore him, and after a few moments, she found him to be very interesting. She didn't even realize that Vicky had finished dancing and come off the stage. She was putting her shortie top on when she interrupted them.
"So you've met each other I see! Hi, Chuck, how are ya?" Vicky said moving between them.
"Hi ya, babe!" He put his arm around her narrow waist, pulling her soft body against him.
"O.K. wise guy. I hope you're not talking Carol's ears off. She came to visit with me, you know." She was smiling, knowing she was no competition for him. She pushed away from his grip, seeing some customers walking into the place, and nodded her head toward Carol to excuse herself. "He's all right most of the time. "I've got to get to work now, so hold down the fort!"
"Get busy!" Chuck said, his hand patting her lightly on her round buttocks. She giggled as she picked up her tray and headed toward a table of new arrivals.
Carol watched Vicky and Chuck, wondering if he and she were going together, and she decided to pry to satisfy her curiosity. "You two been going together long?" she asked casually.
"If we were, I think my roommate would have something to say about it," he replied quickly. "They've been making it together for months now."
She was a little shocked by his direct response, but she tried to cover her innocence by taking a sip from her drink. It was beginning to hit her, and she felt more daring than she had since her birthday. She felt a little envious of Vicky's manner and experience, a point that she herself had tried to reach when she first came to Los Angeles ... now she was surrounded by the images and sounds of all those things, and it was stimulating and exciting to be out among them. When Vicky returned to the service bar for drinks, she commented about things that Carol had thought were only talked about in private, and at the same time, Chuck was talking about things one could learn from watching people. It turned out that he was in fact a sometimes actor, and Carol found him to be not only charming, but witty. Between Vicky and Chuck and the numerous drinks that Bill continued placing in front of her, she became completely absorbed in the activity around her. Before she knew it, the bar was closing, and she was being asked to join Vicky and Chuck at a party at his house.
"There's something going on there all the time, especially after the bars close," Vicky said trying to encourage Carol. "Jack and Chuck have a neat place just above the strip. It's only five minutes from here. Come along, I think you'll have fun!"
Carol would ordinarily have refused the invitation, but the drinks had loosened her to the
"point that she felt daring. What the hell, Bob was studying and too busy to go out with her, so she had to find entertainment for herself. It wasn't like she was going on a date, just joining her old girl friend for an after-hours party. She said yes, that she would enjoy going with them. It all seemed innocent enough anyway, and Chuck had proved to be good company.
CHAPTER FOUR
The house turned out to be one large party pad, everything in the place seeming to be designed for entertainment. There was a long bar across one end of the living room, a huge fireplace with chairs grouped around it in the corner, and a balcony opposite the bar that had a tremendous view of the city below. What surprised Carol more than anything else, however, was the bulk of the furnishings. With the exception of the chairs around the fireplace, the rest of the room had nothing but giant pillows spread out around the floor.
She had to step over ashtrays and glasses placed on the carpeting, as well as numerous couples stretched out on the pillows. There really was quite a party going on, and it seemed like none she had ever been to in her life. There was music blaring from a built-in stereo somewhere, and the people there seemed to be from all sorts of different backgrounds. They were talking and drinking and dancing, but the ones Carol noticed first were the ones in various embraces, stretched out on the pillows as if no one was around to notice. Chuck and Vicky greeted many people as they lead her toward a tall red-haired man standing next to the bar.
"Carol, this is Jack!" Vicky said as she grabbed the tall man around his waist. Jack kissed her, then he looked at Carol, and smiled.
"Hi, Carol. She never told me you were this beautiful," he said, and much to Carol's astonishment, he took her in his arms, kissing her too!
It was more than a friendly kiss, but Carol just assumed he was greeting her as an old friend of Vicky's. She didn't know exactly how to react, but Vicky obviously didn't object, so she laughed it off. "Nice to meet you, Jack!" she said breathlessly. Then they all laughed, and she felt comfortable again. Chuck was already behind the bar mixing drinks, and he handed one to Carol before she could say another word. She tasted it, but she had decided that she shouldn't drink anymore. To be polite, she thanked Chuck for the drink, then just held it as he again joined her.
"Come on, I want you to see the balcony!" he said, slipping his arm around her waist, and she felt a slight warning shudder ripple through her as goose bumps covered her arms. His touch seemed to run right through her sweater, and she was extremely conscious of her body all of a sudden. She guessed it to be a result of all the liquor she'd consumed, and she made a mental note to remember not to drink anymore.
The city lights were beautiful, and the warm air was like a sheath of stimulating sensations caressing her body. Chuck kept his arm around her waist as he pointed with his drink toward the various landmarks below. The way he held her seemed innocent enough, and she didn't give Bob a second thought since deciding to go to the party. It was nice being in a crowd of people, and she figured she was celebrating the completion of her finals in her own private way. When they walked back inside the living room, someone called to them from the darkest corner of the room, away from the brightly burning fireplace.
"Over here, Chuck!"
They walked to the direction of the voice, stepping over several couples as they went, and then they saw Vicky and Jack stretched out on a large yellow pillow. Jack was waving a funny looking pipe, and Chuck grinned openly. He led Carol to another pillow a few feet from Jack and Vicky, taking the pipe from Jack as they joined them.
"Smells great! Where'd this come from?" Chuck said quickly, not really caring for an answer.
"Morocco?" Jack said, and he laughed. Vicky was snuggled close to him, and he faced her, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
Carol didn't understand what was going on at all, but she sat down on the pillow, being careful to place her nearly full drink on the floor beside her. It seemed odd to be sitting so close to Vicky and her boy-friend as they fondled one another so openly, but she tried to act nonchalant to it all. Chuck sat down beside her, all the while holding the strange pipe in his hand like it was made of gold. Carol watched as he carefully took a long drag from the slightly smoking device, and she only then got a whiff of its strange perfumed odor. He held the smoke in his lungs, and when he finally exhaled, there didn't appear to be any smoke coming from his mouth.
"Do you smoke?" he asked smiling.
"Sometimes," Carol answered. She thought he was referring to cigarettes, and once in a while she would smoke one with Bob.
"Try this! Don't inhale too much," he said, handing the odd pipe over to Carol. She was a little hesitant to do as he suggested, but she wanted to fit in with the party, so she put the pipe to her mouth. Inhaling slowly, she immediately tasted a sweetness that seemed like nothing she'd ever smoked before, and she dragged deeper, the smoke suddenly burning her throat. She caught her breath from the sudden heat, and held it to keep from coughing. The result was almost dizzying, and she quickly handed the pipe back to Chuck.
"God, that's strong!" she said honestly. She was afraid to ask what it was for fear of appearing ignorant. She had seen that Vicky was smoking it, and she felt if her girlfriend smoked it, it had to be all right. Chuck was taking another drag, but when he handed the pipe back to her, he cautioned her again.
"Not so much this time! It'll taste much better!" he said, and she took the pipe, doing as he suggested. She exhaled the smoke immediately, and it did taste much better in the lesser amount.
"Hold it in your lungs for a while," he instructed. "You can feel the effects sooner that way!
Doing as told, she took another drag of the sweet scented smoke, holding it in her lungs, and she did begin to feel an effect. It was like she was suddenly more aware of her whole person, like she had melted into the pillow on the floor, and she could feel every part of its contact with her body. It didn't occur to her until she had taken yet another drag, just what it was Chuck had been talking about. She had heard about it often enough, but it was her first experience at trying it. The thought frightened her, and she gathered the courage to ask Chuck about it. She wanted to confirm her suspicions.
"What is this?" she asked, and she marveled at the distant sound of her own voice.
"Hash! What'd you think?" he answered. He looked at her as if she might be kidding with him, and she quickly smiled, not wanting him to think her a dumb kid. She figured by Chuck's reaction that her ploy worked, as he smiled openly back at her, then took another drag from the pipe before handing it back to her.
Her curiosity was aroused, more so than her fear of the hashish, and she pulled on the pipe, tasting the sweetness of the smoke traveling into her lungs. She felt sure that she could get up from the pillow at any time, and if necessary leave the party to go home. After all, she was with Vicky, and therefore she had no reason to fear anything. It was almost as if she was not the same person she had been even a few moments earlier, and that frightened her a bit though she didn't want to think about it then. The heat of the room was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. The only light from the distant fireplace cast strange glows on the walls and ceiling, as if the very room was dancing with the driving music from the stereo, and her body seemed to pulsate with it, the tempo increasing toward an infinite point.
"Wow!" Carol heard herself say, and she giggled as Chuck nodded in response. She had almost forgotten about Vicky and Jack, but then she heard Vicky speaking.
"Her, Jacko! How about putting on that dirty movie you're so hot for!"
Carol looked over at the horizontal form of her girl-friend, and she was somewhat amazed to see that Vicky's skirt was almost up around her hips. What did surprise her completely, was that Vicky wasn't wearing and panties at all. It was like she was back in the night-club, dancing half naked, only this time she was doing it with no panties on and laying down. Carol quickly looked away, feeling like she was prying into Vicky's private life, and she watched as Jack jumped up and walked across the room.
"Movie time!" Jack yelled, and he was answered with a number of approving shouts from the others in the large room. Carol didn't know what to think, and she didn't want to think at all. The smoke from the pipe had made her throat feel dry, and she picked up her drink, gulping down a huge amount of the cooling liquid. She thought she could feel it tingling through her body, and she drank more, feeling like she could never get enough. It wasn't until she set the empty glass down that she became aware of Chuck's hand around her shoulders. It seemed innocent enough, like a reminder that they were sharing some special secret, and Carol relaxed against his arm, knowing it didn't hurt anything. Her senses were fine tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth, and the large pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins, making a strangely sensuous contact with the soft lips of her vagina through her sheer panties. She turned her head toward Chuck, and his face was close, very close, moving like a descending sphere as his lips met hers. She wanted him to kiss her, press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out the raging heat that poured through her suddenly overly sensitive body. It lingered, held to a boiling pitch of passion that made her mind blank out what she knew was wrong. His tongue flicked into her open mouth, touching the roof of her mouth, like a hot poker, and she sucked on it hungrily, feeling a tantamount sense that she had never felt in a kiss before that moment. It was good, too good, and she pushed herself free, searching through the haze in her mind for something to say. Any excuse to stop the demanding heat.
"I ... We ... Need another drink. I'm so thirsty, Chuck. Would you mind?" She didn't want to look directly at him for fear her true feelings would be discovered.
"Good idea! I'll get them before the movie starts," he replied. It seemed as if he was grateful for her thinking of it, and he stood up withoug hesitation. He was already half-way across the room when Carol wondered what he had been talking about. There was to be a movie? Yes, she had heard Vicky say something about a movie to Jack, but it seemed hours earlier to her hash distorted mind. She turned back toward Vicky, and she smiled seeing that she was still comfortably entrenched on the yellow pillow.
"What's this movie, Vicky?" she asked, still marveling at how distant her voice sounded.
"Hot stuff, Carol. You'll like it," Vicky said smiling. It was like she wasn't really speaking to Carol though, as she was looking up at the ceiling, her eyes reflecting the flames from the fireplace. But Carol was relieved to see that Vicky's dress was down again, enough to cover the softly curling hairs of her pussy anyway, so she felt everything was all right.
In a moment, Chuck reappeared out of the darkness of the room, carrying two glasses and the strange looking pipe. He sat down on the large pillow next to her before handing over the freshly filled glass, and then he held up his own glass as though to say thanks.
"Good thinking! Don't want to run to the bar during the movie," he said, and he clinked his glass against hers. "I couldn't find the popcorn stand, so this will have to do." He held the pipe up, and smiled as if pleased with his suggestion. Popcorn did sound good at that moment!
"That's much better," Carol said as she lowered the glass from her oddly trembling lips. The liquor was cool, if strong, and it had the pleasant effect of making her see Chuck in a different light. He had kissed her, and she had let him. But, she was somehow able to reason that it was not really hurting anything. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in the privacy of a room full of people. She certainly wasn't being unfaithful to Bob by merely enjoying a harmless kiss from another boy who meant nothing to her. No, she had kissed many guys before Bob took away her virginity, and a little innocent kissing with Chuck was no more damning than that. Heck, they weren't married yet anyway!
"Somebody turn down the stereo just a bit!" Jack's voice boomed out of the darkness from the opposite corner of the room, and some mysterious hand did as he asked, the music suddenly becoming quieter. "There isn't much sound in this film, but what it's got, is worth hearing!"
Carol looked toward the direction of Jack's voice, and as she did, she saw a point of light flicker into whiteness. The projector was apparently across the room near the fireplace, and she had to turn the opposite direction to see where it was being projected. She was surprised to see that he was showing it on the wall just a few feet away from them.
"This should be interesting," Chuck said quietly in her ear, and he handed her the freshly lit pipe before stretching out with his arm around her.
Settling back after taking a drag of the sweetly curling smoke, Carol wondered why the party had become so quiet. It was almost as if everyone in the room was tensed for some great happening, and she found she too was excited with anticipation. For what, she had no idea.
At first there was only numbers like a countdown for a space shot, then with garbled noises from the sound track, a scratchy blackness appeared. In a second a picture faded in, and it was a close shot of a beautiful young girl asleep in bed. It was in color, and the girl's auburn hair was long and wavy, framing her cute face against a white pillow. She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low moaning sound came from her sensuously open lips. There was the faintest hint of tiny beads of perspiration on the girl's forehead, and her eyes blinked several times as if she was half-awake, half-asleep.
The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was apparent that the girl was sleeping with only a sheet covering her lush young body. There were distinct impressions in the sheet, outlining full round breasts, a narrow waist, and curving sexy hips. Almost imperceptivity, the girl began to move her body, like she was trying to feel the faintest weight of the sheet where it pressed against her. The camera continued pulling back until a chair beyond the bed came into view, and on it, was a sleeping German Shepherd dog, it too seeming to be dreaming.
The camera cut to an angle from the foot of the bed and closer in on the girl. Her mouth was partly open, and her tiny pink tongue tip flicked out and in, moistening her lips until they glistened. She seemed to be breathing faster and faster, and suddenly her hand moved under the sheet, the impression plainly showing that she was reaching for her breasts. For a moment her hand lingered there, fondling the large twin mounds with obvious pleasure, and then, the heat of her body apparently stifling, she grasped the edge of the sheet, slowly pulling it down to expose her naked breasts.
Her firm, ripe breasts were starkly white against the sun-bronzed color of her skin, the nipples dark and the aureoles a brownish gold. Her hand moved immediately back over the tips, rolling the tiny nipples into pointed hardness. Her hips continued their grinding motion, the rhythm becoming more intense as she became more aroused. Suddenly she pushed the sheet down further, first exposing her flat, smooth belly, and then almost frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of her whole body. She laid with her legs slightly apart, completely naked and open, and her legs scissored wider out to expose to the camera the entire length of her moist little cuntal slit and the throbbing, rigid clitoris nestled within the lightly reddish pubic hair. Her hand left her breasts then, circling down over her stomach, down over the silky pubic hair, down between the whiteness of her thighs so that the tips of her fingers revolved over the tiny pulsating clitoris.
Carol held her breath as she watched the scenes taking place on the wall. She had never in her life seen anything remotely like it, and she was grateful for the near total darkness of the room. It all looked so real and true to life she was reminded of her own erotic dreams, and through the intoxicating haze of the hashish and liquor which seemed to be hitting her with greater force, she found that she was sympathizing with the girl on the screen. It was like she was begging for a release that she couldn't have, and Carol felt the tingling sensation so familiar to her. It seemed to start in her belly and slowly move to the space between her legs, ending at the sensuous point of her clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself there, and she ground her hips unconsciously into the soft pillow, feeling the material of her skirt and panties press tightly up into her pussy. She was only slightly aware of Chuck's hand as he moved it over to her breast, and she made no move to resist as she could feel the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the lacy material of her brassiere. She knew that she would have to stop him before things got carried away, but she decided to wait until the deliciously rising little tingle between her legs subsided. Keeping her eyes glued to the picture on the wall, she took another drag of the pleasant tasting hashish.
The girl's buttocks on the screen twisted down against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it, and her fingers played teasingly at the narrow slit of her open cunt. Sheer wanton desire seemed to take hold of her as though she was being attacked by some unseen lover. Her hands began running over her body as though they were out of control until they both came to rest at the vee of her soft down covered crotch. She groaned at the contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs, and she pulled her knees up, jack-knifing them back and spreading her legs even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moist, glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible, and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and visibly throbbing lips.
Slowly, the girl extended her long middle finger, and rotating it around lewdly, she teased it into the pink glistening valley, stroking teasingly at the tiny bud-like clitoris.
The girl's sensuous movements on the bed increased as her probing fingers worked themselves inside the thin pink edges of her warmly contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her middle finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips as she drew her legs back to her breasts, and the soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the obscenely inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined another finger with the first, and clenching her teeth, worked both into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and the girl purred with pleasure.
It was reaching a point of no return, and Carol knew she should leave right then and there. Chuck had a firm grip on her throbbing breast, his fingers working hotly over the tiny tingling nipple, pinching it teasingly, and it kept her from standing up from the pillow. She was sure that at any moment her own excitement was going to run away with her, and it would then be too late.
Her desire to run lasted only a few moments, as in her nervousness, she dragged deeply from the slow burning pipe, and the effect was to relax her slightly trembling body back into the pillow again. The hashish seemed to calm her mind, while her body was alive with strange, lewdly building sensations coursing through her flesh in tiny flames of desire. Chuck had pulled her so close against him now she could hardly move, and then he suddenly slipped his hand to the vee of her sweater, pushing under it and the looseness of her bra to cup possessively around her naked breast. She could feel small pin-pricks of delicious feeling dance over her nerves to the tip of her nipples, as he rolled the tiny hardening bud maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. Trying desperately to get a hold on her run-away emotions, she sipped a large amount of her drink, and took another drag from the hashish pipe. The sweet scented smoke filled her lungs with its relaxing magic, and the fear she felt a second before seemed to drift slowly away from her body. It was simply overtaken by an ever increasing flood of passion, and she hazily snuggled back against the boy named Chuck's strong arm while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the erotic picture on the screen.
The girl on the bed had by now become possessed with raw lust. Her teeth were tightly clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The steadily increasing rhythm drove rapid grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making wetly rhythmic sucking sounds as she withdrew them to drive them in again. Her beautiful young facial features were strained into lust driven contortions of desire as she worked furiously to reach a climax, her mouth open and groaning out of her obvious frustration. She rolled her head from side to side, her hair flying like a thousand soft whips onto the pillow, and it was apparent that she was desperate for some kind of release.
She pumped harder and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her wide-spread cunt almost too fast to see, and she clenched and unclenched her firmly rounded buttocks as she wildly strained her open vagina up against her probing digits. Her grunts became louder and louder with each passing second, until her actions and voice seemed to blend into one insanely crazed cry of passion.
Then suddenly, the girl froze, and the camera zoomed back to reveal the huge German Shepherd leaping onto the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror as the dog stood menacingly between her out-stretched legs, growling at her like a warning. She started to move her legs, to roll off the bed, but a sudden loud bark made her freeze once again. She stayed immobilized in the position in which she was fingering herself with her thighs spread, and her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the dog hovered menacingly over her naked body, his great panting head hardly inches above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Carol jumped at the sight of the dog coming into the picture, and she gripped Chuck's arm tightly, her nerves tingling with fright. She was completely absorbed by the actions in the film, and she had been identifying so very closely with the girl on the bed.
"My God!" she gasped, her voice low and quivering. "What's going to happen? The dog..." Her voice trailed off as she felt a shutter run through her aroused body.
"I can guess!" Chuck answered, a wide grin spread across his face. "I think the girl knows very well what the dog wants, and I think she wants it too!"
Somehow the helplessness of the girl in the film made Carol feel helpless too, and she held tightly to Chuck for security. She knew that she should leave the party then, before she too became a hopeless bundle of tingling nerves, but she was fascinated by the thought of the dog raping the girl. It was only a film, she thought, and the girl must have known what she was doing. Repulsive shivers of curiousity ran through her as she watched the defenseless girl quaking on the bed in fear. The evil fascination of seeing the impending ravishment held Carol glued intensely to the spot, and her tenseness made her spine stiffen. She immediately gulped down several large swallows of her drink, and the liquid had a soothing effect on her body, making her relax once more. Chuck's hand on her naked breast felt good, a feeling that she didn't want to deny herself. She thought there was no harm in letting him continue for the moment, as she knew Vicky was there and he couldn't go any farther without forcing her. His fingers tweaking her nipple made tiny electric sensation jump along her nerve ends, and she squirmed her buttocks down harder against the pillow, forcing it to press deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked, and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the tingling sensation beginning to grow there. She knew she was on dangerous ground, but she could not bring herself to deny the demanding throbbing. The smoothness of the pillow excited the sensitive, pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her clitoris. She bit into her lower lip to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs with greater urgency as her attention was concentrated back on the film.
The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair-covered loins, and he began sniffing at its moistness. It was as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in mixed terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus, and then she tensed as his tongue snaked out, licking wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer anal ring.
She tried to squirm away, wiggling her body to move cautiously up the bed, but the dog raised his head and growled again before dropping it back and greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt, and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His sharp tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft, half melted butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep up inside her helplessly twitching vagina. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed in hopeless submission beneath the giant dog lapping and sniffing at her naked loins.
Carol shuttered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that comes from indulging in something forbidden, even though against one's will. She was particularly excited by the gradual change coming over the writhing young girl in the film. The frightened moans that had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure. It was as if the pleasure came in spite of her wishes, brought on by the slithering, sharp tongue licking at her loins.
She wasn't sure if she should look at the film any longer, or turn away to help quiet the growing flames of passion in her own belly. When Carol heard the groan just next to her, she tore her eyes from the film long enough to glance at the direction it came from. What she saw was even more shocking than that happening in the film.
Her girl friend, Vicky, had both of her legs spread wide, her skirt again up around her hips, and her boyfriend, Jack's, hand was moving rapidly, his long fingers worming wetly in and out of her naked vagina. Vicky, unaware of anyone else, was grinding her naked hips and buttocks salaciously up off the large pillow, in lewd rhythm to the fingers fucking wetly into her. Both she and Jack had their eyes locked tightly on the lascivious film projected on the wall in front of them.
Carol turned away, suddenly aware of the other couples in the surrounding darkness, and though indistinct, it was apparent they were all in lewd embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene film was affecting everyone, and another belated warning bell sounded in her brain, as she knew that she too was about to succumb to the lewd urges pulsating through her body. But then, a sound pulled her drugged mind back to the film, and away from all logical thought.
With a deep animal-like sound, the girl reached out for the dogs head, and kicking her legs back to expose the whole of her naked loins to him, pulled his nose forward, into her well-lubricated cuntal slit. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking snake, ravishing her upthnist loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating and licking hungrily up between her writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked at her savagely, like a wild beast devouring his prey, and the girl was completely surrendered to his wildly swirling tongue.
The dog lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch to nose her over onto her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped at her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, and she rolled over until her quivering body was face down and spread-eagled on the bed. The big dog lowered his head again, his sharp tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.
She twisted the twin cheeks back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the full young ivory globes and give full access to her tiny, brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, causing her to groan with a low gurgling eruption of passion that seemed to transcend the film and all around it.
Carol felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. Chuck's hand fondling her naked breast thrilled and frightened her, and she shivered beneath it, gasping hotly for breath. She squirmed her firm young buttocks harder down into the pillow which had now shaped itself into her burning loins, pressing relentlessly into the moist, pressure spread lips of her vagina. She knew that she had to stop his caresses, take his hand away from beneath her sweater, but she couldn't move her hand to stop him. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy eyes back to the brightly moving picture on the wall.
The German Shepherd now was nuzzling under the lust-enraged girl's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress, and his head suddenly lifted, raising the girl's buttocks up into the air. What he wanted was plain, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating the wide spread moons of her buttocks, binding before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance with its vigorous and non-stop attack on her sensitive young pussy for interminable minutes.
She was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the roundly spread globes of her buttocks, forelegs on her back. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping wetly with its excitement. The smooth hardened point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thinly tapered point and the thick shaft up into her impatiently waiting her body.
The camera moved in closer as the girl sobbed and looked back, and she shifted her smoothly rounded buttocks back to try to capture the lengthening shaft. She was like a bitch in heat as she strove to sheath the long, scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping cunt lips. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, attempting to enter. With a loud cry, the girl tensed and evaded the slipperily searching prod in fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack having tasted his first success. He thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, pubic hair covered crevice, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his excitedly jerking penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the quivering little lips wider as his still fur-encased shaft nibbed impatiently between them. The huge dog bucked madly behind the frantic girl, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the huge dripping penis and seeming to growl out of frustration. The girl, her eyes closed tight, reached back trying to guide it into her cunt. She grasped the slippery organ, placing the point of it against her thin pink vaginal slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider apart.
Suddenly it was in, the German Shepherd jerking forward to bury his huge cudgel deep up the squirming young girl's hotly grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy animal balls swinging lasciviously below her wetly shining pubic hair. The girl grunted a low sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the humping thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in lewd, ever-increasing circles, and abandoning herself completely to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. The girl twisted her head to look back toward the camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture from the animalistic screwing the dog was giving her, and her large, firm young breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in salaciously timid tempo to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself relentlessly in her hotly churning belly.
Carol's breath was coming in tight, excited little gasps now, and the burning sensation in her belly grew in maddening intensity as she watched the girl in the film being wildly ravished. The room began to feel warm, the heat of the other couples compounding her excitement, and she felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body acting like a raging fire that needed release. She bit down on her lower lips again in an attempt to keep back a vocal groan of her frustration, as Chuck's hand worked with increased intensity over the hardened little nipple of her breast. His finger nipped into the soft flesh, causing her to jump nervously each time he did.
Her nerves were shattered, and her mind whirled with indecision. She knew that she should go home to her apartment. Vicky's crowd was just a little too fast for her, and she wasn't being true to Bob. She owed him faithfulness, and had already gone too far by letting Chuck squeeze and fondle her naked breasts like this. Bob was studying to pass the bar exam so that they could be married soon, and she wa rewarding him by allowing another man to lewdly touch her. But then too, Vicky was an old friend, and she didn't want her to think that she wasn't experienced in the world. Perhaps it was all right, as the petting didn't really hurt anything so long as it didn't go any further! She was certain that Vicky wouldn't go any farther with Jack, at least not right there in the room with other people, and Carol blushed thinking about Jack's finger fucking wetly in between her girl friends thighs. The lewd thought sent yet another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the heated wetness between her own thighs increasing. She was sure that Chuck could feel the ferocious beating of her heart through her breast in his hand. Her situation was simply that she had to stay until the film was over, and then she would leave. It was the only way, she decided, and she again directed her attention to the film.
The girl's body swayed obscenely as she knelt before the hunching German Shepherd. She had gone completely out of her mind, shouting lewd encouragements through clenched teeth to the dumb beast. Seh was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, and grinding her buttocks back in her greedy plea for his hot animal sperm in her cunt. She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by the panting beast, and ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal.
Tiny rivulets of moist sweat were building in the crevice of the girl's lewdly rotating buttocks and the camera moved in even closer to show the tiny glistening drops dripping slowly down her smooth inner thighs.
Carol realized that Chuck was becoming more bold now, and she was suddenly sure that he noticed her wiggling her buttocks into the pillow. It was difficult for her to hide the frustration she felt, as her belly felt like a raging uncontrolled fire had ignited with ferocious insistence. His hand was kneading her breast more vigorously, and her nipples throbbed with guilty pleasure. Although she was almost sure that no one else in the room could see Chuck's hand under her sweater, she remembered that Vicky and Jack were close enough to possibly observe what was happening. She didn't want Vicky to think she was a prude, but then too, she didn't want her to notice that Chuck was so blatantly fondling her breasts. She wanted to convince herself that Vicky wasn't noticing, hoping that she was still engaged with Jack's fingers, and nothing more. She chanced looking back slightly, and the sight that filled her vision was more erotic than anything she had anticipated.
Vicky's head was now bobbing up and down over her boyfriend's loins, her lips clasped tightly in a hungry oval around his erect penis.
It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base. His fingers were still worming furiously in and out of her pink, wet vagina, their obscene position on the yellow pillow like an obscene tabloid of pure unadulterated sexual passion.
Carol was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the wickedly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't at all expected, right there in front of everyone else! She thought a moment ago she had herself in control, that she could handle herself under any circumstances, but now she found that she couldn't. The sight of Jack's lust hardened cock disappearing into her girlfriend's hungrily sucking mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from just next to her were like the film, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear other sounds of obscene sexual pleasure coming from around the room too, as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the screen, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She burrowed her head into Chuck's shoulder in hopes that it would keep the sounds away, but it was useless. The images and sounds of sexual stimulation were everywhere, and she was nearly beyond the point of fighting it.
Chuck had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his shoulder, and suddenly, she tensed as she felt his other hand working its way slowly but surely under her round full buttocks. A fold of the large pillow was tucked in between her thighs, and she Was completely indecisively as to how to control Chuck's roving hand. He was pressing his fingers toward her soaking vagina, there was no doubt about that, and she could feel the warm wetness on the softly quivering cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more firmly beneath her skirt, indecision arose again, but the overpowering force of the hotly building pleasure rationalized away the danger. He could not without forcing her get beneath her skirt, but the rolling sensations of desire coursing uncontrollably now through her body, tempted her to relax her tightly clenched thighs. His finger tips were hooking at the hem of her skirt, pulling the material up from beneath, and she was afraid to say anything or move to stop him for fear it would be noticed by everyone in the room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she could barely close her fingers around it, not to mention stopping him. She kept her eyes on the movie, not wanting to look at Chuck, and she reasoned that her hands presence on his wrist was enough to sooth her conscience. She was trying to keep him from pushing his fingers into the moist, softness of her burning vagina, but slowly, inch by inch, his hand was working her skirt up, moving toward the wetly drenched crotch-band of her panties. There was nothing she could do without creating a scene, so Carol resigned herself, almost with relief to the young man's hand beneath her buttocks. Then, squirming slightly away, she jumped as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into the suddenly heated throbbing crevice of her cunt lips. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. His hand under her buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probing. Suddenly his fingertips were moving faster, his fingernail grating against her inner thigh, making her raise up slightly, and she felt the back of her skirt clear her buttocks although it was not apparent from above. She gasped aloud as she realized that there was no more skirt to protect her! Chuck's hand covered all of the passion flooded crotch-band of her panties, snaking under the elastic leg band, and worming teasingly into the moist wet walls of her softly hair-lined pussy.
My God, Carol thought, as she felt an involuntary wave of pleasure ripple obscenely through her helplessly aroused body. She was not only letting this complete stranger do it to her, but she was enjoying it too! She squirmed nervously down against his probing finger, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender fleshy walls. She could feel its moisture seeping out and covering the palm of his hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly up between her softly rounded ass-cheeks. His fingers moved in tiny teasing circles inside her, expanding her tight little cunt hole further with each teasing rotation. She was almost out of her mind. She didn't think she could stand the maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl up the walls to quench the fire raging through her now greedily contracting vagina. The sight of the girl in the movie being buffeted into the bed by the German Shepherd, and the long thin probe, fingerfucking into her cunt without mercy, were just too much.
Back on the silver screen the young girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long hair churning on the mattress, when she let out a low, throaty scream. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily back against the desperately humping dog like a she-devil gone insane. The giant animal's tongue dangled and danced loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks of the kneeling girl from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. Suddenly she screamed again and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting thick animal sperm in great bursts deep up into her thirstily milking vagina. The girl's tight round buttocks began contracting and straining uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the thin, hair-fringed lips of her tightly locked cunt squeezing at the lewdly jerking prick of the dog, and thin glistening trails of the sticky whiteness ran down the smooth ivory columns of her inner thighs. Her buttocks glistened in the razor sharp image, displaying soaked pubic hairs and flooded pink flesh as she pitched forward of her face, seemingly unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her semen drenched passage-way with a moist sucking noise that echoed in obscene parody from the sound track. The girl was spread out on the bed, and the dog stood wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of bestial depravity as the film started fading out, he dropped his head to her wide-spread crotch and licked at the white milky liquid of his own cum seeping out from her still slightly quivering cunt. Just as the wall-screen turned black, the dog was contentedly laid out between her open legs, his long nose nuzzled gently into the softly curling pelt of her ravished pelvis.
Someone in the darkness turned the projector off, and turned up the stereo, but Carol hardly noticed that anything had happened. Her body had become a slave of the pleasure giving finger still grinding hotly up into her soaking vagina, and the image of the girl on the screen's frantic climax was still flashing in her mind. It had completely overwhelmed her, as she too was going out of her mind with demanding lust. She paid little attention to the fact that Chuck was shifting down beside her, his hand removed from her tingling breast. She was wondering about Vicky, and she turned back to look for her girl-friend, her senses dulled to any shock. Vicky was lifting her dress up over her hips, and she crawled up over her boyfriend, Jack's prostrate body. For a moment, Carol wasn't exactly sure what Vicky was doing, but she remembered that she was wearing no panties. She was straddling Jack, the white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long, thick cock. Then, she was reaching back behind and underneath her body with her hand, and guiding him into her. Carol gasped as she saw the purple bulbous head of his large penis make contact with the moist open flanges of Vicky's cunt. She moved it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a long moment, parting the soft curls of her pubic hair, and then with a slight groan, ground her open pussy hard down on it.
Hypnotized by the sensual sight, Carol's eyes were wide as she stared at the boy's lustfully throbbing cock slide slowly up into the wetly clasping lips of her girl-friend's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all Carol could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his cock protruding from the tight moist lips surrounding it.
She had to remind herself that she was not watching a film, that it was really happening to her own girlfriend, and not a few feet, but inches away from her! Vicky began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Jack's loins until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warm enclosing sheath of her tightly clasped vaginal flesh. Then, groaning openly each time she made the movement, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long stroke.
Carol had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making love, particularly her own girl-friend, and found it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion and embarrassment she had expected, she could feel a strange, light quivering deep between her thighs. She was so completely absorbed by the sensation that it was overwhelming everything else in her mind. She turned away, shifting her gaze back to Chuck, and she was almost glad that he had moved down alongside her flaming body, his hands pulling at the light flimsy material of her panties. She closed her eyes, looking within herself for the strength to resist her overwhelmingly powerful urges, but all she could do was listen to the soft moans and wet sucking noises of intercourse drifting to her ears from all around her to magnify the obscene image in her mind a thousand times.
Moving as if guided by an invisible force, Carol closed her eyes tightly shut, and in a lost gesture of helpless surrender to the lewd demands of her.body, raised her buttocks from the pillow as the almost unknown man pulled her panties down over her long shapely legs, and in just a second, they were stripped completely off, her vagina naked and helpless before him now. He moved her legs back, jack-knifing them and spreading them wide, so that the light fuzz covered lips of her only once fucked cunt were open completely to his gaze. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, out of the way, but with it still on it somehow made Carol feel less of her nakedness. She knew that she was visible to many others in the room, but she also knew that they were all too busy to pay any attention to what she and Chuck were doing. Anyway at that moment she didn't think she'd care who was watching her. Her body was like a prison to a raging storm of emotions, and all she could think of was having it released to burst out of her with ultimate orgasmic sensation. Feeling the wet warmth of softly nibbly lips making contact with her lower belly, Carol opened her eyes to see the top of Chuck's head as his tongue slowly teased down over her pubic mound. It was then that she groaned aloud and remembered her coming marriage to Bob, and in spite of the lewdly flaming desire permeating her whole body, she wanted to stop this near-stranger from going any farther. It was a foolish notion, as he was now far beyond having anything stop him from fucking her.
"Nnoooo!" Carol half groaned, half whispered. She still didn't want anyone to know how far gone she was, so she kept her voice low, hoping she would be heard by Chuck alone. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her pleas however, so she tried to close her thighs together, expecting him to quit his humiliating assault on her body.
Feeling the tenseness of her thighs, Chuck locked his arms between them, his strength all that was necessary to hold her legs spread apart in an open position. Then moving quickly, he dropped his lips to her loins, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair outward with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Carol tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, but she was held hard against the large pillow. Her legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms pressed against the soft inner flesh of her thighs. It was a hopeless battle, and looking down between her upraised breasts she could see him hunched on all fours down between her open thighs like a beast of prey devouring its victim. The pink moist flesh of her vagina was presented up to his greedily leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the pillow, her humiliation complete as she watched his tongue, a stranger's tongue, slowly circling around the edges of her wide-parted vaginal lips. Oh god! It wasn't even her own fianc' doing it, and yet she was loving the wickedly lewd sensation it gave her. She was ashamed of her body's betrayal of her, and she struggled vainly to keep from losing complete control.
Raising his head for a moment, Chuck stared at the moist pink slit, the ragged pink flanges of flesh open to his hungry gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her expectantly pulsating pussy.
Carol choked back a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her throat. Her buttocks ground helplessly down into the pillow trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper before his depraved attack, and raising her head up, she watched in horrified disbelief that she was actually letting a man she had only just met, greedily beast between her legs below. It couldn't be real, she told herself over and over as she dropped her head back to the pillow, flailing it from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. The sensations of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly, and her arms lay tensed at her sides while she twisted her body slowly churned and twisted in lewd erotic bliss beneath him. She was becoming an object to be played with any way Chuck desired, and the thought made her again try to stop the demanding throbs in her belly. He was defiling her as she never before thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire without so much as a scream of protest. She knew that Vicky could be no help to her, and she was beyond the point of helping herself. She was reminded of the girl in the film, the way she twisted seductively on the bed when the dog had licked at her insanely aroused pussy. Carol couldn't stop the delicious sensations that Chuck's probing tongue brought her, and it seemed to stretch up into the furthest reaches of her wetly clinging passage, teasing the walls of her cunt like the wildly flicking tongue of an angry cobra. She knew she had never been so aroused in her life, and in the back of her mind she thought about the way her fianc', Bob, had taken her the evening of her birthday. He had not been at all gentle like Chuck, and she wondered if she was entitled to the pleasure she was getting. She wasn't married yet, after all, and she was sure that Bob had been with many other girls before they met. Maybe he had even gone to bed with other girls since they had met. She was willing to believe anything at that moment, as her belly was rippling with wildly quivering sensations that could not be denied.
Fully aware of the declining resistance from the hotly aroused girl he had picked up in the bar, Chuck forced her legs back even farther, exposing the whole of her naked loins to his assault. Driving his tongue in quick stabbing motions up the warm fleshy passage between her thighs, he worked with greater speed to bring her to total submission. A low, quiet groan that seemed to come from deep in her chest was what he was waiting for, and lifting his tongue from her tortured pussy, he grinned. She was almost there, he was sure, but as if to put the final seal on it, he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
Clenching her eyes shut, she moaned feeling the wet, searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening. Her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. Tiny goose-bumps rippled across her helplessly quivering belly and full heaving breasts as a further stab struck out at the tight fleshy ring. She was helpless before his attack, and the pleasure tortured nerve ends of her body began to finally desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of deliciously erotic sensations coursing through her raw nerves.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Carol groaned out loud as the cruel realization of her loss of control hit her with its full impact. She fought with her mind for control that wouldn't come, as the tiny licking sparks began to burst into uncontrollable flame, devouring her in final helplessness. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and the thinly bearded mouth of her naked young cunt began a slow abandoned movement up against his hotly thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low moan from deep within her chest. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
She was completely his, he was certain of that, and dipping his tongue into her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to his belt to lower his pants. His cock was aching from the confinement, and he worked quickly, taking his jockey shorts down in the same motion. His throbbing prick sprung out fully erect from his bushy groin, the freedom making his blood flow faster in the long, hard column. He could imagine how her tight young pussy would feel wrapped so wetly and warmly around his cock, as it even felt tight around his tongue, and he was determined to make this fuck one the hot little bitch would never forget in her life.
Raising his head up suddenly, he grabbed her legs with both hands, and twisting her cruelly, rolled her onto her belly. Carol was so caught up in the tongue lashing of her loins that she didn't protest being forced into such a lewd humiliating position, but instead she was instantly reminded of the girl being fucked from behind by the German Shepherd. She didn't fight when he pulled her hips up, bringing her into a kneeling position, her round white buttocks lewdly exposed to anything he might desire. Her face was pressed into the pillow, but she twisted her head to one side, seeing the sensual sight of her girlfriend's tightly locked cunt around her boyfriend's cock a scant few inches from her face. Vicky was grinding her buttocks up and down in such wild abandon, that Carol was sure she was nearing a climax, and the excitement of witnessing such an act made her own needs even more intense than before. At that moment, Chuck bent down behind her and peeling the soft white moons of her buttocks apart with his thumbs, flicked his tongue out again to make obscenely searing contact with the tiny puckered lips of her nakedly exposed anus.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole crotch, teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against it, screwing her buttocks in tiny small circles around and around to feel deliriously its complete rape of her helpless exposed loins. There was nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before, it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being and there was nothing else now but the lashing tongue licking so hotly between her salaciously spread ass-cheeks from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog in the film ran through her mind, of his great slobbering tongue slithering over the naked welcoming cunt of the squirming girl. She knew what it was now, and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she thought suddenly her entire body was going to explode in a thousand pieces.
Chuck stopped just in time, and he moved his tongue wetly up the smoothly dividing crevice of her buttocks over her back until his progress was halted by the bunched up skirt around her waist. He moved up between her wide-spread thighs, pinning them apart with his knees, and he thrust his rigid throbbing penis between them toward the curl-fringed softness of her burning vagina.
For a fleeting second she felt fear when the huge blunt head pushed against her naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was afraid momentarily that it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost frantic in his efforts to find the opening to her nakedly quivering young pussy and her fear was quickly overcome by the burning deep inside her belly and the sight of her girl friend Vicky, and Jack locked so obscenely together. She was grinding her buttocks down on his glistening, vaginal juice covered column with wild abandon, the great pole of flesh disappearing and reappearing like a jumping jack from a box as she fucked crazily up over his groin.
"Ooooooh God" Carol, the hashish and the swirling tongue of the man named Chuck in her open pussy were too much. She knew then, that in spite of all her devotion to her future husband Bob, she had to have a cock fucking into her belly too, and she arched her buttocks shamelessly up in the air to give herself up to his probing demands.
"Put it in! Reach back and put it in!" Chuck panted.
"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, and in her drug induced haze she reached back between her legs, wrapping her trembling fingers around the huge cock in spite of her fear of its size. She could feel the blood flowing rapidly through the thickly pulsating column, and fear welled up inside her as she perceived the true enormity of his giant throbbing cock.
"Do it, dammit" he commanded again, and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her inner thighs, pulling them even wider apart.
"Ooohh!" she groaned from the pain of her nakedly exposed flesh being squeezed, and in desperation she guided the hard, fleshy shaft into the passion drenched hole of her cunt. She moved hesitantly at first the smooth rubbery head back and forth to part the sparse blonde pubic curls and the lips of her vagina, and when it made contact with her tiny throbbing clitoris, she felt a salacious shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the huge head back, and forth between her parted cunt lips, she relished the wickedly erotic sensation, the last one she expected to feel before his impatiently probing cock split her body in half. Kneeling down behind the voluptuously curved nakedness of the blonde's ass and feeling the fleshy wet warmth of her hotly nibbling little cunt lips closing teasingly around the head of his aching cock, Chuck was afraid he might shoot his cum out right then, before he had a change to get into her. Shoving his hips forward, he pressed the tip of his cock up into the thinly bearded mouth of her cunt, and the bulbously pulsating head wormed slowly into the elastically giving warmth.
"Ooohhh God!" she moaned helplessly, and she pressed her face into the pillow, trying to stifle the volume of her cry. She lurched momentarily away from his relentless thrust, but he held her trembling hips tightly with both hands, preventing her from squirming away from the forced entry.
"Oooh God! Do it slow! Please do it slow!" She whispered down into the softness of the pillow. Then ignoring her helpless little cries completely and pushing again, he drove the throbbing length of his cock another inch inside her defensively clenched opening, the tiniest move eliciting a moan of protest from deep in her throat. He slowly continued the impalement into her hotly quivering depths, his giant throbbing cock impatient to be totally sucked up by the wet, glistening walls of her cunt. Inch by inch he thrust his way into her, slowly filling her smooth, velvety passage with the full length of his hardened rod of flesh. The defenselessly exposed crevice of her buttocks opened, and closed in lewd cadence with the muscles in her vaginal passage as she futilely resisted the steady penetration, but the involuntarily flowering lips of her pussy were sexually moistened and slippery from his saliva and her earlier secretions. It was as if her cunt were sucking him into her and swallowing him up inside, and his cock swelled even larger from the snugness and moving muscles up inside her.
Carol felt as though she was being stretched to the bursting point, and she could clearly feel every wrinkle and edge of the massive cock through the sensitized walls of her vagina. His relentless penetration seemed to go on and on, then still for a moment, and after a second he flexed his hardness and lurched all the way into her belly.
"Aaagggghhhhhh!" The presence of other people was no longer occupying her thoughts as she groaned out more from surprise than pain. She just suddenly realized that her nakedly open cunt was completely filled with his massive cock, and it was even more surprising to her that she was already becoming adjusted to it. Her initial whimper changed rapidly to tiny demanding cries of burning need, as she felt his pelvis smack solid up against the softness of her buttocks and the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the open crevice, sensually brushing against her anus. Then he thrust even further into her now wide stretched cuntal depths, his balls swinging forward to slap noisily up between her thighs, and she was stunned by the blunt head of his penis pressing all the way up into her cervix, his cock sunk far deeper up inside her than her fianc', Bob's, had the only night they had ever made love.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Her soulfully low moan of pleasure-pain was like the signal of attack for the young man fucking into her from behind, and he immediately withdrew his cock out of the wet fleshy tunnel, drawing it out until only the head remained inside. He held it there for a moment, waiting patiently for her to surrender to her emotions and grind her buttocks back for it, and when she did, he drove back into her liquidly absorbing depths again. This time his penetration was smooth and quick, the thick, rubbery head of his cock parting the wet tight walls of her cunt wide apart as it plowed toward her belly until his groin was pressed hard into her up-turned buttocks. She whimpered a half cry of pleasure, half of pain, but he was only interested in fucking her for all his worth. He began sawing in and out, taking long, hard strokes that pounded deep up inside her tight, warm cunt, striking her cervix again and again. He stared down at her slavishly bent-over form, her buttocks wiggling back to his driving rhythm, her smoothly hollowing back sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. The sight of her sensual young nakedness bent to his will made his balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to fuck her quickly to release the pressurized liquid of his sperm.
"Uuuugghh! Uuugghh! Uuggghh!" she grunted down into the pillow in time to his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his big cock as it slid smoothly down her now greedily clasping cuntal passage to hit bottom, then like a well-oiled piston suddenly returning to the beginning of the hungrily working tunnel. She fucked back shamelessly now, raising her buttocks voluntarily up to each of his downward strokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him up inside her gratefully accepting vagina as deep as possible. There was nothing left but the pleasure-giving cock in her flaming cunt, pulsating with wild, animal-like abandon. There was no longer any morals or shame, but only the ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked good by a long, hard male cock!
"Ooohh, fuck it! God, yes, fuck it!" Carol shrieked as her sexual frenzy took full control of her mind and body. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and she stared at the cock and vagina joined bodies next to her, their own driving frenzy adding to the lewd sexual pleasure of her own fucking. Jack's cock was coated with a White liquid icing that was continually smoothed over by the tightly clutching lips of her girl friend Vicky's pinkly working cunt as she ground wildly up and down on the long rigid pole. Vicky's head was thrown back, and she wailed as her climax took possession of her jerking body.
Carol's girlfriend's excited screams seemed to make Chuck's cock grow even bigger up in her belly, and Carol arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up to suck him wetly back up inside. She was experiencing a new passion she had not realized possible, or ever dreamed, and it overwhelmed her completely. She was witnessing an erotic sexual climax while at the same time she was being fucked by an almost perfect stranger like never before. It had never been like that before ... not even in her imagination had it been so good! Each buttock-flattening stroke of his sizzling hot cock was like a thousand different thrills of delight, and his sperm-filled balls slapped hard and noisily up between her inner thighs, swinging forward to strike her lust hardened clitoris again and again. There was never such pleasure, such pure physical sensation, and she loved it ... Oh God, LOVED IT!
Her body was tingling from head to toe, and she suddenly felt confined by her clothes bunched around her narrow waist. Unsnapping the side of her skirt, she frantically pulled it and her sweater up over her head, throwing them away from her body like a final commitment to freedom. She did the same with her bra, letting her breasts swing from the impact of Chuck's hard driving young cock. The moment she was completely naked, she felt his hands moving down over her back, reaching under her breasts to squeeze them and tweak the nipples teasingly. Her hashish and passion-dimmed mind was totally consumed by the sheer lewdity of her slavishly kneeling position, and she rolled forward on her forehead to look back beneath her naked body, to see the thin blonde pubic curls of her lusting cunt being split wide apart by the hard driving column of flesh. His cock seemed to withdraw until only the very tip of him remained inside her body, then it would smoothly fuck back up inside, the lips of her cunt clasping it hungrily until it completely filled her tight, burning passage. His pubic hair was pushing into the crevice of her buttocks with each hard push, and she felt a tingling sensation that immediately reminded her of the dog licking at the bent-over girl's anus.
Running his hands from her breasts over her belly to her thighs, Chuck felt the beginnings of rolling spasms build within her. He held her tightly, pulling her nakedly grinding young buttocks back to his groin, then pushing her away as he rhythmically continued his fucking into her open cunt. He wanted to make her scream with the pleasure of his cock, beg him to pump his hot sticky cum deep inside her belly until he was completely dry. Her cunt Was like a tightly clenched fist filled with hot melted butter around his throbbing penis, the passion slickened walls feeling every part of it like a massaging, rippling wave. It was tight, and he fought off the growing urge in the tip of his thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had screamed out her own orgasm.
"Oooohhhh ... Ooouuuuu!" she moaned as his cock pounded her flaming passage unmercifully. She struggled with her breathing as her face was pushed again and again into the softness of the pillow beneath her by his lunging force. The tips of her large firm breasts brushed sensitively across the smooth fabric, adding to the steaming pleasures already throbbing through her passion filled body.
With eyes fixed on the white smooth globes of her buttocks, Chuck released his grip on her hips to dig his fingers into the narrow curving crevice dividing them, and he spread the twin cheeks wide apart. The tiny, brownish-pink hole of her tightly puckered anus was clearly visible to his line of view, and it seemed to be gasping and sucking at his groin as he pushed hard against it. Working his finger down into the crevice, he placed his middle finger tip against the small, hotly working lips of it, and then he began working it slowly but relentlessly up the tight, spongy flesh.
"Uuugghhh! Yes! Yes! Use your finger there too!" Carol groaned in her passion crazed revery. She raised her buttocks to the worming finger, trying to nip at it with the tiny, visibly working mouth and suck it deep up inside her hot rectal passage. The tight restricting anus suddenly popped open slightly to let the digit enter, and at first she felt nothing but pain. And then ... he accommodated her lewd cries of lust by shoving his middle finger far up into the soft rubbery tunnel, and slowly as she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, it began to feel weirdly pleasurable to her.
"Uuuuggghhhhh! Oooouuuuu!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at the same time she tried to absorb more of his hard, lustfully throbbing cock deep into her screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard in the rubbery passage until he could shove it no further, and she moaned out her ecstasy into the muffled softness of the pillow below.
Worming his finger around the depths of her rectum, Chuck could feel his hugely skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her rectum from her cuntal passage, and she let out a deep low-throated moan continually into the pillow. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding her buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her tortured backside now an inferno of sexual pleasures. The slamming sensations wracked her body into wildly contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the growing sensation of orgasm rising deep within her cock filled belly. She was going to cum!
"Ooohhhhh ... Oouuuuu!! " Her gasps were like another signal to Chuck, and he felt the walls of her desire slickened cunt begin to seep forth with the warmth of climax. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger as deep as he possibly could into the twin passages, working furiously to bring her to the heights of ultimate pleasure. She screwed her groin back against his hammering cock like a wanton bitch in heat, and she jerked and jumped crazily up and down on the battered pillow.
Her bent-over, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual, her cunt sucking feverishly on his cock, while her tiny, finger stretched ass-hole expanded too and clenched hungrily at his imbedded finger all the way up to the palm of his hand. She was more wild than any woman he had ever had, and he fucked into her with the growing satisfaction of knowing he had made her like it.
She pushed her buttocks back hard against his groin as she felt the fantastic sensation of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her womb. The heat of the brightly exploding fire flooded out of her lewdly contracting cunt like a raging river of pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the twin instruments of lust that were buried hard against the cheeks of her desperately jerking buttocks.
To Chuck behind her, the surging waves of hot sticky sperm felt like a boiling explosion in his balls, and the bursting sensation of it traveling up his long, hard cock sent him into wild ecstasy. He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of cum shot from the tip of his deeply-buried penis.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions. The sensation was more engrossing than anything she had yet felt, and she bucked back insanely against the hotly spewing column. His cock fired again and again, machine gun-like, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt began clasping and unclasping around the rigid pole, milking at it desperately in a desperate attempt to drain it completely dry.
The mutual climax seemed to last forever as they bucked and bounced together, Carol's screams of joy echoing crazily around the darkened room. Her legs kicked out, as if she was spurring him on for more when his limp penis finally pulled noisily from her still hungrily clasping cunt. She fell forward onto her stomach, then rolled over onto her back, her head swimming from the awakening of her body. It was as if her body was still unbounded, still jerking with lust!
Looking up through narrow, hazy slits of lust dazed eyes, Carol saw that her girlfriend, Vicky, and Jack were standing at her feet, their bodies now completely naked. It was obvious they had been watching her climax, and she saw that Jack already had another erection. There were others in the darkness of the room too, but Carol didn't care about any of them. It was the hard, virile looking cock that jerked out from her girl friend's boy friend's groin that she was interested in, and raising her legs up and back like a wanton whore, she bared the moist, sperm flooded opening of her cunt to his vision. The thin blonde wisps of her pubic hair was matted down from her orgasm, and the pink valley of her open cunt glistened in the firelight. For an instant she shuddered, torn between the hot desire that still scorched her awakened cunt; and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. But nothing else mattered now except the uncontrolled raging lust in her pulsating cunt!
"Fuck me!" Carol groaned up suddenly through tightly clenched teeth as she wiggled her buttocks at Jack in lewd unmistakable invitation.
He needed no further encouragement, and glancing at Vicky for her approval, he moved over Carol's nakedly writhing young body, his thick pole plunging into her waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting flesh in moist waves before its cruel searching head.
Carol cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness, but it was only momentary, the greedy moist walls clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. He began fucking into her with quick furious strokes, and in a moment he was joined by Vicky. Carol was ready when her girlfriend knelt down and straddled her face, opening her moistly excited cunt to her lust hungry tongue. The sexual delights had taken over her mind and body completely, and she lapped hungrily and wildly at the juices in the girl above her cunt while she moaned out her pleasure from Jack's thick, driving cock. It was heaven, and she loved it, all of it, from then, until late, late on into the night!
CHAPTER FIVE
Wednesdays had become particularly difficult for Carol, as it was always the time when Bob would be working late into the night. She didn't really understand why late hours were necessary in the law firm, but his being the most junior member left him with the job. He had explained it to her once, but she hadn't really paid attention to his explanation, so she just accepted the fact that she would always have those evenings alone. The problem was simply that it gave her too much time to think.
Carol had to stop for a second to remember where she had put the calendar, then going to the cabinet over the sink, she opened it and checked off the date. She still wasn't used to the new apartment, even though they had been living in it for over a month. She had become used to her small place, and now, living with her young lawyer husband, she had a much larger apartment to care for. It was one of the burdens of being happily married, she told herself, and she really didn't mind the extra work it entailed. Actually, she wished often that there was more for her to do.
It had been nearly three months since the night of the party at Jack's and Chuck's, and a lot had happened to her during that time. Yet, she had not-been able to forget any of it, and when she had too much time, she thought about nothing else. It had turned out to be an experience that provided her with the first real insight to her true self, although at first she had simply written it off as a rather spectacular end to her single life. If everyone at the party hadn't acted like she was perfectly normal, she would have been totally unable to face Bob afterwards, but Vicky had talked to her at great length when the first light of dawn had ended the sexual nightmare. She had convinced Carol that such actions were perfectly normal, especially for a girl who'd never had anyone besides the man she intended to marry. She had told her to keep it as her own private secret, and remember that the experience would help her to hold onto Bob should the going ever get rough. What Vicky had failed to tell her, however, was a way of obtaining such complete, hedonistic satisfaction again.
Bob's passing of the bar exam and the subsequent planning for the wedding had kept Carol so busy, that she had little time to think about the things Vicky had said. It had been relatively easy to put the whole episode out of her mind while preparing for the important event at her parents home in Corvallis. She had gone up a week before Bob in order to help in all the preparations, and then when he finally did arrive with his parents, there was the wedding itself to keep her occupied. It had gone very well, just as such a marriage should, she told herself, and their honeymoon had been pleasant too. His parents had given them a trip to Hawaii as a wedding present, and they had gone to all the islands, visiting all the right spots and swimming at all the best beaches. There was only one major drawback to the whole thing, and she knew it was a carry-over from the night of her twenty-first birthday.
Because of the rough treatment he had given her then, he was almost too gentle in his love-making with her after the wedding, and with time it hadn't gotten any better. There was something missing from it, and Carol felt it was simply fire. In fact in the whole time of their marriage, he hadn't tried to make-love in any way other than the routine and conventional "man on top between legs" position. It had become so predictable and standard, that she hadn't had an orgasm in months, and on Wednesdays she was always very much aware of it.
Eating dinner alone wasn't so bad, but when she went to bed alone, all she could think about was the way she had been fucked half to death that night by Chuck and Jack and she didn't know who-all! She would get that demanding burning sensation in her lower belly, and she'd end up doing the one thing she thought she'd never do after her marriage. She'd have to play with herself, trying to make her fingers take the place of the thing she really needed ... A real man's cock!
Carol slammed the cabinet door so hard that the glasses inside rattled. She looked around at the clock over the stove not even caring about the glasses, and she felt disheartened to discover it was only noon. All of her housework was done, and she had gone shopping for groceries the previous day. There was plenty of food in the house. She gave up trying to think of unfinished chores, and faced the fact that she had nothing left to do with an afternoon and evening to look forward to. She knew what that meant, and she didn't want to have to go through it. Yet, she was already feeling the beginning of the tiny, now familiar licking flames in her lower belly, and she wanted to cry from the frustration of it. She didn't want to face the fact that she wanted more than one man could provide her.
Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, Carol knew that one thing was certain if she intended to control her urges. She had to get out and find something to do, even if it meant sitting in a movie house all afternoon. At the very least it would be a distraction. Without stopping to think about it further, she hurried into the bedroom to change her clothes. She felt like some different scenery, she told herself, and she got out a skirt and sweater from her dresser. Pulling off her house-dress, she looked at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser, still pleased with the sight she saw. Marriage hadn't changed her physically in the least, although she knew plenty of old girlfriends that seemed to become different people after marriage. For her though, she was still the same person, she was convinced of that. Her breasts still stood up proud and erect, and her waist was as thin as always. Even her panties looked enticing on her she thought, although she still believed she looked better in the nude.
She started to pull them down, her eyes fixed on her own reflection in the mirror, but she caught herself just in time. Damn, she thought, it was only the beginning of the afternoon and she was already wanting to play with herself.
Grabbing her skirt and sweater, she dressed quickly, not bothering with nylons or a slip. It was the hottest time of the year in Los Angeles, and even her light-weight sweater seemed to be too warm. Yet, it was the coolest garment she owned, and it gave her the idea to go out looking at some new clothes. A beginning attorney didn't make very much money, and Bob had insisted that they make it on their own without their parents help. But, Carol figured that she had to at least look at clothes, even if she could not really afford to buy any. What counted was the distraction the shopping would provide.
After a few quick strokes of her hair-brush through her long, blonde strands, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the apartment. Their new place was in Westwood because it was close to Beverly Hills where Bob's firm was located, but instead of shopping around there, she decided she would drive toward downtown. The thought ran through her mind that there were a lot of small specialty shops along Sunset Boulevard, and the idea of walking along and window shopping there appealed to her. It wasn't really that far from the apartment, and she was tired of always going into Westwood Village. Then too, she felt like the drive would be refreshing, even though it meant hassling the traffic through Beverly Hills.
The inside of her car was cool from having been in the shade of the garage, and she started the engine, quickly backing out before she changed her mind. She knew at the slightest provocation she would run back inside her apartment and play with herself, so she drove out onto the street, turning the car in the direction of Sunset Boulevard. Once on the road she almost laughed out loud at herself, realizing that she was in a hurry to waste time. The whole idea seemed rather absurd as she thought about it, yet tucked back in some corner of her mind, she was remembering the address of Jack's and Chuck's place.
It took her nearly a half-hour to drive the few miles to the "strip" area of Sunset, and she was frustrated by the slowness of the drive even though she consciously told herself that she was in no hurry. The first unlimited parking zone she came to was a welcome sight, and she anxiously searched out and found a space. She was glad to be out of the traffic, and the thought of walking seemed even more appealing than it had before. Leaving the car, she began strolling down the shady side of the street, pausing at each shop she came upon to cursorily study the displays in the windows. Some were garish, while others were simply expensive looking, but she wandered from one to the next, her eyes feasting on the odd assortment of clothes displayed. It was the first time she had been on the strip since the night she had gone to visit Vicky, and she was mildly amused by the remarkable absence of people walking there in the afternoon. It might as well have been abandoned when compared with the crowds seen at night.
Gradually, Carol began to loose track of the time as she became engrossed in her observations of the things around her. The few people that she passed on the sidewalk might as well have been faceless bodies, as her eyes only feasted on the critical parts. One girl was wearing a brilliant purple mini-skirt that was so short that she was able to see the orange colored panties the girl was wearing underneath. The contrast of the two colors made Carol chuckle to herself, and looking at the people coming from the opposite direction became a game. She took note of the bulges at passing men's groins, and she was surprised at how many wore extremely tight pants. One man's pants were so tight that she could-make out the detailed shape of his penis against the material, and the image was so vivid in her mind, she again thought about her purpose for being on the "strip". She was trying to keep from thinking about sex, and instead of doing that, she was continually being reminded of it. Even the window displays seemed to amplify sexuality, the partly covered mannequins like immobile symbols of sex. One shop window was filled with headless women in the most revealing bikinis she had ever seen, and she felt herself blushing just looking at them. It wasn't until she turned away from the window that she realized the shop was directly across the street from the night-club where Vicky worked.
A thought had flashed through her mind on seeing the large "topless" sign, but Carol scolded herself immediately for even contemplating such an idea. Her feet however acted as though they were of another mind, as they continued moving in the direction of Jack's and Chuck's place. She consciously told herself that she would never go back there again, but try as she might, she couldn't force herself to turn around and walk the other way. It was as if she was denying the truth of her real desires, while she was physically accepting those truths. Step by step she walked closer to the street where their house was situated, and even when she turned off of Sunset Boulevard up that street, she was still telling herself that she wouldn't dare go inside once she got there.
Carol stood a few yards away from the entrance to the hillside home, staring at the front door like she wasn't really seeing it. She remained frozen there for several long seconds, trying to resist the magnetic-like force that was pulling her towards the house, and in spite of her thoughts she found her feet moving to the front door. The few steps seemed to take an eternity, but then she was next to the door, her hand poised to knock on it. She did.
She waited there for only a short moment, but during that time her thoughts ran wild with images of what she was about to do. She considered Bob, the obvious fact that she was now married to him, and she reminded herself that going into the house that day was a lot different than the time she had last been there. Before she at least wasn't married yet, but now she was supposed to be the faithful wife, devoted to the one man she truly loved. Mustering up all of her strength and willpower, she quickly turned away from the door, hoping she would be out of sight before someone answered her knock. She didn't even think about the fact that no one might be there, and all of her strength was shattered when she practically collided with Chuck, who was on his way up the walk to his house.
"Ooohh! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, not even realizing immediately who it was she'd bumped into.
"Carol!" Chuck said, his mouth forming into a wide grin. "I've been wondering what happened to you! How've you been, baby!" he added.
Being face to face with Chuck again was almost too much to cope with, and for a second, she didn't know what to say. She was caught in the act of visiting his house, she knew that much, so she could think of few excuses to make her passing by seem innocent. '
"I was walking in the area ... I ... I thought I'd stop by and see if you were still alive!" She felt stupid and angry for not thinking of a better story.
He put his arm around her waist immediately, and half carrying her, he led her back to the front door. "Come on in! It's too hot to talk out here ... I'll buy you a drink!" He was carrying a package in his hand, and he handed it to Carol as he dug in his pocket for his key.
"Well ... I've only got a few minutes ... Maybe just one drink, though..." She lied, she knew, as she had all afternoon and evening with nothing to do. But she was afraid of what would happen if she stayed there too long. She convinced herself that she could resist her urges for a short while, that it would be all right to have one drink, if only for old times sake. Yet, in the back of her mind, she knew she was already lost.
When Chuck opened the front door and she saw that the place was still the same, a thousand memories came back, flooding her mind. There was a difference, however, because it was day time, and the whole living room was brightly lit from the sun pouring in through the sliding glass doors opening onto the balcony. Yet, her eyes moved from one point to another, her mind remembering everything that had happened to her in that very same place. The large pillows were still spread out over the floor, and the long bar along one-side of the room was still covered with glasses. Only one thing was really different, and that was the fact that this time she was completely alone with Chuck.
"What can I fix you?" he asked as they walked into the large room. He took the package back from her, and opening it, placed a bottle of liquor onto the bar.
"Do you have any Mai Tai mix?" she asked automatically. She had taken to drinking that as a reasonable substitute for Scorpions, and she'd become quite fond of it. She had never had one so early in the day, however, and the idea of drinking one seemed a bit exciting.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do!" he replied, his smile like a mark of his own memories. "I'll have one for you in short order!"
Carol sat down on a stool by the bar, her mind filled with notions and trying to forget them. She knew she had to control her impulses for the sake of her marriage, at the very least, and also to assure herself that she was not a cheap woman. Sexual experience still seemed to her to be a sign of weakness and wantonness, a lewd and vile habit of whores and bitches, "Have you seen Vicky lately?" Carol asked to make small talk. His back was turned to her as he was mixing up some drinks, and he glanced over his shoulder when answering her inquiry.
"Sure have! As a matter of fact, she and Jack just got married and she was talking about you just the other day. She wondered how you were ... You know, that sort of thing." Chuck finished his elaborate preparations, and turned to face her, two brightly decorated drinks in his hands. "Your Mai Tai, madam!"
"My you do things in grand style, sir!" Carol laughed seeing the drink he set down in front of her. It pleased her to be the object of such extraordinary workmanship in the preparation of a simple drink, and she knew that Chuck was lavishing attention on her for a simpler purpose. But, she was pleased that she had arrived at the right time to catch him alone.
"To days past, and future pleasures!" he toasted holding up his glass toward her.
Carol was sure she blushed at his statement, but she touched her glass to his, then sipped from the sugar rimmed lip of the glass. It was really refreshing, and she took several large sips before setting her glass down again. The liquor seemed to quiet her nerves instantly, and she felt less guilty about having ended up there. She knew that she had intended all along to stop by and see if Chuck was home, but now that she was there, she was sure that she could keep from doing anything improper. She was only having a drink with an old friend, she reasoned, and there certainly was no harm in that.
"Is Vicky still working at the same place now that she's married?" she asked wanting to return to the subject of her girl-friend.
"No, she left that place several weeks ago. She's quit working cocktails ... I guess you know she never liked it."
"Isn't she working at all?"
"Sure. A club in the next block offered her a job just dancing, so she jumped at it. She says she makes more money at it too!" Chuck replied.
Carol felt herself blushing again, knowing what he meant by "dancing". The idea of getting up before strangers in the near nude still fascinated her, and she had often wondered since seeing Vicky doing it the first time, if she too could do it. There was something sinfully exciting about the idea to Carol and she wondered how Jack could let his new bride do it in front of other men.
"I've been meaning to call her since..." She hesitated, not wanting to talk to him about her marriage. "For some time now ... Wow, time really flies, huh? When you see her, give her my congratulations, and tell her I'll get in touch with her soon ... O.K.? " Somehow she felt silly talking about Vicky, but she thought it best to imply it was Vicky she had come to see. She was sure that Chuck knew the true reason behind her visit, and the thought embarrassed her.
"I should see her Friday night after work. I'll tell her you came by." He moved around the bar, slowly walking toward her until he was very close. "Do you like the drink?" he questioned, his smile turning to a lewd grin.
"It's ... Delicious..." She felt breathless just being close to him, and his look reminded her of his appearance on the night she first met him. It was as if he was about to lower his mouth to her nakedly spread vagina, and the remembrance of the sensation it had given her made her lower belly jerk with pleasure. The bar stool cushion seemed to suddenly press up into the sensitive flesh between her inner thighs, and she could feel the beginnings of moisture forming on the lips of her pussy.
Twisting slightly on the stool, she tensed as the bud of her clitoris rubbed sensuously against it, the electric bolt tingling over her nerves to cause the tiny pulsating bud to harden. Her whole body seemed to be alive with heated spasms, and the more she tried to put the feeling out of her mind, the more she thought about sex. She began to feel panic, knowing what she wanted to do right then, and she looked for anything to keep her mind off it.
"How many rooms does this place have, Chuck? ... I mean it seems so big!" She motioned around the large living room, hoping to divert his gaze from herself.
"Come on, I'll show you," he said, and he put his arm around her waist to help her off the stool.
It wasn't what she had expected, but his arm touching her was like a hot fire-brand melting her resistance. When she was standing next to him, he pulled her body tightly against his, and she opened her mouth to receive his advancing lips. He kissed her hard, his tongue darting into her warm mouth like a snake after its prey, and she sucked hungrily on its wetness as she felt his firm muscular body pressing against her breasts and loins. She was finished, she knew it, as all the strength to fight her urges seemed to flow out of her with the passionate urgency of his kiss. There was no denying what she wanted, even though it was totally against everything she had been taught it believe. The truth of her real, feelings was suddenly clear, crystal clear in her mind, and with some horror and repugnance, she accepted it.
Chuck eased off, feeling the passion in the beautiful girl's body, and without saying a word, he slowly walked with her toward the hallway. She seemed to be in a state of sexual need that was precariously balanced, and he was afraid to tip it the wrong way. He was not going to pressure or force her into doing anything, as he was certain she would drop her panties for him of her own accord. As he led her toward his bedroom, he let his hand slip down over the smooth round cheeks of her already sensuously trembling buttocks, and the smooth yielding crevice there seemed to open slightly to the caresses he made. When he reached the door to his bedroom, he pushed it open, letting her walk inside the darkened room.
"This is one of the bedrooms," he said almost too casually, and Carol just stood there, staring at the empty bed. It was as if she was trying to make a decision, and when she turned to face Chuck, her expression alone told him what decision she'd made.
"Fuck me, Chuck! I want you to fuck me!" She knew it was her voice, but it was almost like the words were coming from somewhere else. She felt detached, as if she was going to only observe what she wanted to happen to her, and in the process, the fire in her body would not be denied.
His response was immediate, like he had just been waiting for the command, as he quickly had her clothes pulled from her lush young body. In a moment she was completely naked, and without hesitating, she walked to the large bed and laid down on her back. She marveled at how easy it was, that she didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even while she watched him begin to undress.
Feeling his cock lurch into full erection at the sight of Carol's voluptuously naked body, he hurriedly reached down to unbuckle his belt and slip his pants from his hips. His blood-filled cock sprang out from the confines of his shorts like a giant telephone pole being raised, and he tore at his shirt to have his body completely free from restraint. He was intent on having her like she had never known any man before, including himself.
The sight of his huge cock again, seemed to make her feel even more detached for all that was happening. It was looking bigger, more menacing, than it had the night of the party when he had fucked into her lust-enraged body for the first time. She had the idea that she was going to see what had happened to her before, that she was going to be a witness to her own fucking, but she knew that it was going to be real. Her vagina was on fire, and she thought she could feel her lubricating fluid slushing from out between the soft pink lips and running down her thighs. In a moment, he was on the bed pushing her legs out wide, then doubling them back until her knees were practically locked against her shoulders to leave her burning loins completely exposed to his gaze, and the look in his eyes showed that he still approved of all he saw.
"I'm going to lick that delicious little cunt of yours, Carol baby! It's been too long since I've tasted it ... I'm going to bite it, and fuck my tongue up inside until you cum and cum and cum! Do you understand?"
His lewd words were like stinging pricks of excitement, and she could only nod her head in helpless response. She was ready for him to do anything he desired. But then he went on with his statement.
"And while I'm tongue fucking your cunt, you'll suck my cock!" His voice was absolute and final.
She was both repulsed and at the same time wickedly excited by his words, the vile language seeming to heighten the flames burning in her lower belly, while she was at the same time frightened by the prospects actually taking a man's penis in her mouth. She had never even thought of doing such a thing before, the idea seeming to her to be vile and debasing, an act performed only by whores. He was spelling out his demands, and they were more than she had bargained for. Yet, at the same time she felt so distant from her own physical actions, that she felt a mesmerized pleasure sweep through her body. He was going to take her body on some sexual journey into the heavens of ecstasy. It was like an enactment of her previous experience in the same house, only this time she was going to be forced into a greater involvement.
Leaning across her naked body, Chuck took the pink, warmly quivering little tip of her breast in his mouth, and his teeth sank softly into the sensitive flesh sending a vibrant thrill flashing through her body. She was aroused like never before, like she'd been waiting for the moment all of her life, and she hung on each sensation as his mouth covered her every part with kisses. Then after a moment, his lips were pressing near the sparse blonde triangle of her pubic hair. She was suspended in that instant of time, the moment of anticipation for the pleasure that she knew would come when his mouth closed over and pressed into the soft wet folds of her pussy.
"Oh, yes! Kiss my pussy! Put your tongue inside my cunt! ... Now!" she squealed, not really recognizing the tone of her own voice. It was another person speaking the lewd demands in her mind, but she screamed out loud when he suddenly did flick his wetly searching tongue between the pink fleshy lips of her cunt, making direct contact with the hardened little bud of her clitoris.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh! Oooooooooohhhhh! Yeesssssss!" She hissed out her intense pleasure at the electric connection of tongue and clitoris, and the rippling pleasure continued when his teeth closed on the sensitive nerve end. Her hands instinctively reached out for his hair, and she wrapped the strands around her fingers to pull his head tightly up into her wide open loins. It was good! It was better than it rightly should be! She had never felt anything as good as Chuck's hungrily sucking mouth on her cunt, and she wanted to have more and more and more.
Sucking the miniature phallus-like clit into the top of his mouth, his teeth held it tightly while his tongue worked around and around, stroking it wetly in continuous circles. She was grinding her hips into the mattress as if directed by his tongue, and he ran his hands up over her belly to cup and squeeze her full, firm tits, almost brutally. She reacted instantly with a deep throated groan, her hands pulling his face harder into her widespread vaginal furrow, and his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the entire space of the bedroom. Her head flailed in complete abandon from side to side, and he opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her steaming vagina. His tongue dashed across the tight elastic opening, teasing her until it screamed for it inside. He held back for only another instant, then viciously he began to orally fuck her, harder and harder, faster and faster, driving his hot, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole. A long stream of unintelligible obscenities babbled from deep in her throat as he swirled and flicked his tongue around in the velvety interior of the softly throbbing cunt lips. He moved his hands up to the bend in her knees, and he pushed her legs back further until they were practically touching her shoulders, leaving her entire vaginal plane in naked abandon to his churning face. Then he cupped her slowly grinding buttocks in both hands as he drove his tongue deep into the searing liquid depths of her burning cunt.
Carol's animal-like screams of joy rebounded around the room as if to give greater substance to her passion. She loved it! She had never before realized that such fantastic pleasure existed in being licked between the legs by a man, not even when it had happened to her before. It was never like this! She ground her buttocks in the pounding rhythm his tongue established in her hungrily working pussy. The tingling thrills running through her body had taken over the command of her thoughts, and her head was filled with dizzying pictures of sex acts she had witnessed in her short life. It seemed to illustrate a knew meaning of sexual involvement, a raw, hungry and sensational picture that was a part of her life.
"Fuck it! Oh God! Fuck it with your tongue!"
She chanted as the wetly swirling probe bore deeper and deeper into her widely 'gaping passage. It was unadulterated physical enchantment, and she wanted more and more of everything he had to offer. His tongue was working in a fever pitch, her buttocks jerking beneath each thrilling stab into her flaming cuntal passage, but then, he pulled the wet pink instrument out, moving it instantly downward to the secret, tiny ring of her virginal anus. For a moment she felt defeated, neglected by the pleasure-giving tongue, but then he struck out like a hot snake after forbidden fruit, his tongue lashing into the tiny, tightly clenched hole with a searing liquid fire of passion.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed as the lewd sensation of warm wet contact with her anus sent chills of bursting lightning up her spine. Sensations smashed into her brain with the vibrant intensity of a monumental crescendo, and his damp, stabbing tongue slowly ground against and then entered the restricting passage. Her entire body shook uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault, and spasms rippled furiously with torrent and torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of her lusting and naked body.
He was sure that she was ready for him, but he licked and sucked and drove his tongue into the rhythmically flexing little ass-hole, thrilling with the knowledge that she was ready for anything he might demand. His cock felt like it was a mile long, the pressure of his excited blood filling it with swirling passion until it seemed like it would explode. He wanted to shove it into her warm wet mouth, make her take it all the way inside her throat, until it was rammed all the way down to her hotly jerking little belly. He would make her cum with his mouth, as he would cum into her mouth, and then and only then would he fuck her like she had never known what fucking was.
Shoving his tongue harder and harder into the tiny pulsating anal passage until he thought she would scream for him to stop, he suddenly pulled his tongue free, and in a quick twisting move on the bed, he positioned his erectly throbbing cock next to Carol's warm gaping mouth. He held his tongue poised over the saliva-soaked down of her vagina, its tip resting teasingly at the opening of her burning cunt.
"Suck it! Suck my cock like it's candy! Suck it until it fills your mouth with my hot cum!" Chuck barked, and confident that he would be obeyed, he plunged his tongue into the depths of her liquid cunt again.
Her brain still reeling from the tongue lashing of her virgin anus, when Carol heard the demands he made of her, she was lost to the passion in her womb. She wanted to take his cock down her throat, to have him pump her belly full of his cum until she burst inside, and she searched with her eyes to find the lewdly throbbing head. Letting out a cry of delight when his tongue again plunged into her flaming cunt, she frantically grabbed his hardness with her hand, and twisting her head toward it, she flicked her tongue hungrily and without further thought at the semen seeping slowly from the dilated tip. The rubbery flesh of the thick purple head jerked to the touch of her tongue, and it gave her a sense of power, a feeling that she too could return great pleasure for the pleasure she was getting. She rolled her tongue out at the blood-filled member, licking it with warm saliva like she would a delicious sucker, and the building spasms in her belly grew as his tongue in her cunt worked with greater intensity. She used the tip of her tongue like a whip, lashing out at the sensitive head to make it jerk in response. Then, laying out her tongue on the underside of the monster-like column, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the smooth purple colored head up inside the warm wet moistness.
Chuck flung his hips forward as the huge throbbing tip of his cock entered her warmly enfolding cavity, and suddenly she felt like her throat was being pushed down to her belly. Fighting the gagging effect, she closed her mouth tightly around the swollen member, clamping her teeth down hard, and she licked and rolled her tongue around as best as she could in her totally filled mouth. Jerking her head back she left white streaks along the huge cock from the force of her teeth pushing the blood from the surface, and she sucked back on it until she was ready to take more of it inside. The pungent odor and taste of his seminal fluids filled her nostrils and mouth, and it excited her into savagely plunging her head down the long, hard column, wanting to have his cum.
He felt as though her mouth was filled with warm slippery olive oil as his cock sank into the warm liquid depths nearly its full length, and her teeth biting on it made his balls stir with the need to release his churning sperm. He had his face pressed tightly into the slick narrow passage of her cunt as she writhed and squirmed beneath it. She was near climax, he was sure, and he worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her desperately sucking mouth as his own excitement reached the same pinnacle.
Feeling she was losing complete control of her body, Carol tried to concentrate on making the thick instrument ramming in and out of her mouth to cum and get it over with. Shoving her hand up between the taut hairy thighs in front of her face, she grasped for and cupped the twinly swaying sacs of his sperm-filled testicles in the warmth of her palm, massaging their prize. Her lips were grotesquely distended by the huge presence of his cock, and she groaned and took more of it inside the swirling depth of her mouth, her cheeks bloating out and in as she sucked. She ran her tongue around the bulbous head as fast as she possibly could, teasing and stroking and whipping it into final explosive submission. It seemed to swell up larger with each bob of her head, the blood-red thickness of the column growing and throbbing as it went deeper and deeper into her hotly gasping throat. She squeezed his balls in her hand, begging and pleading silently for the hot sticky cum they held, while her own belly seemed to take a giant leap into an ecstasy of passion she had never experienced before. Her head was like a machine, bobbing up and down the giant cock at a faster and faster pace, her forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat, and she ground her loins up into his face and lusting tongue, feeling the gathering billows of her orgasm rising. She thought she would go mad if she didn't climax soon, and she grabbed the thick, hairy base of his huge penis, pumping furiously with her hand wrapped tightly around the stump, mashing his pubic hair against his groin as she sucked with all the urgency of the mounting passion swirling and building deep down in her own belly.
This was it! She was near the point of final orgasm, and he drove his tongue deep, deep into the hot clasping depths of her cunt. It contracted suddenly around his distended tongue, and she moaned from the very pit of her cock filled throat as her belly rolled with one tremendous spasm of erupting delight. She shoved her boiling cunt up hard against his face and tongue, and her juices ran hotly up her passion-wracked cuntal passage. Oh God, she was cumming!
A guttural-like groan echoed from somewhere in her muffled throat as her entire body was launched on the fantastic flight to sexual heaven. Every muscle, every nerve and fiber of her exploded body was sensitive to the extraordinarily overwhelming sensation that tore through her. It was a screaming, searing, volcanic eruption of passion above and below and all around her, as the jerking release flooded her cuntal passage with hot gurgling liquid. He sucked and licked at her passion soaked vagina like a mad, lust hungry animal, and his cock swelled up to tremendous size as he fucked it down deep into her open throat. Her mouth closed tightly around the hard thick member, and her hand was automatically pumping around the short length that remained outside as his balls at long last jerked once and unleashed his hot sticky sperm from its dormant captivity. It made the maddeningly sensational trip up the length of his cock in an instantaneous span of time, and blasted out from the huge purple tip like an artillery salvo.
The sudden tremendous burst deep in her throat caught Carol by surprise, and she felt like her mouth was being filled with the hotly spurting liquid from a giant cream pump. Opening her throat and gulping as fast as she could, she again tasted the pungent heat of his cum, only this time it was in huge boiling amounts. Her whole mouth and throat was being flooded with it, and she had to suck and swallow furiously to keep up with the hotly cascading juices. It was like icing on a cake, as the realization of his climax hit her, and it again sent her belly into unbelievable spasms of pleasure. She didn't think anything could ever be better, and she lapped hungrily at the endlessly spewing rod, licking and sucking in all of the hot delicious cum only to instants later gulp it thirstily down into her almost bursting belly. It was the release she had so desperately wanted, and she could muster up no guilt for having had it.
Chuck continued lapping at the hotly flowing liquid that still seeped uncontrollably out of Carol's rhythmically clasping cunt around his tongue, and he couldn't keep up with the heated passionate outflow. It ran wetly down the wide spread crevice of her loins, bathing and clinging to her tightly puckered anus before trickling in tiny white droplets into the mattress below. Then at long last her orgasm was over, but she continued sucking and licking at the few remaining drops of his semen that still dripped from his deflating cock. She ran her tongue around and around while gasping from the breathtaking thrill of her own climax.
Carol knew she should feel guilty for what she had just done, but her satisfaction seemed to overpower any other feelings. It was what she had wanted, needed, and she couldn't make herself feel guilty for having taken it. She loved her new husband, Bob, wanted to please him too, but she knew her needs were greater than what he was apparently willing to supply. Yet in the back of her mind, she felt she was wrong not to share her experiences with him.
"like it?" Chuck asked as he lifted his head from between her wide-spread thighs. He was grinning lewdly at seeing the thin thread of his cum still connecting her mouth with his cock, and he wanted to laugh at the change he saw in her eyes. They were glazed over with a newly-discovered passion, and he was sure that she was ready for anything.
"It ... Oh, God ... Beautiful!" Carol moaned, her belly jerking just thinking about it. "Ooouuuuu!" She gasped as he playfully pressed a finger into the open crevice of her naked buttocks, the sensation startling her.
"How about sticking with me this evening? I can promise you won't be disappointed," He said, pushing his finger teasingly against the sensitive little lips of her anus to emphasize his point.
It was tempting, too tempting, and she laid back on the now messed-up bed, her mind going like a computer. Bob never got home before two or three in the morning, and if she left right then, she'd have hours to think about the afternoon. The thought of being alone that evening was too much to even contemplate.
"I . . .I couldn't stay very late, Chuck," she replied, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. "What did you have in mind?"
"I have a friend who throws some very interesting parties every Wednesday night!" he said winking at her. "We could have a small dinner, then drop by his place ... You can leave as early, or later as you like!" He continued the playful probing of her tight, virgin anus to encourage an affirmative reply.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Carol felt her body reawakening from his gentle fondling, and the kening from his gentle fondling, and the thought of participating in another party like the last one, amplified her feelings. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. She felt she had already made the first step to an adulterous existence with Chuck that afternoon, and going to a party with him that evening couldn't make her indiscretions any worse. If she could keep her meeting with Chuck that afternoon a secret from Bob, the same could be applied to any additional activity that evening, she thought!
CHAPTER SIX
After eating a light dinner and having a few drinks, Chuck drove Carol to her car. The party it turned out was at a place near Westwood, so she had insisted on driving there herself. She wanted to be able to leave without having to return to Sunset Strip to pick-up her car, and having it there would make it easier for her to leave when she wanted. It wasn't until she was following Chuck's car toward Westwood that she began to have second thoughts about going to the party.
The time she had gone with Vicky to Chuck's and Jack's place had been a night when Bob was studying for the bar exam, and now she was about to go to another party while Bob was working. She had cheated on him before their marriage, and now she was about to cheat on him for the second time after their marriage. Somehow she knew the party she was going to that evening would turn out very much like the first one. Chuck had told her over dinner that there was even a chance they would see the newlyweds, Vicky and Jack, at the party, and Carol imagined how she would feel doing the same things again. She could excuse her previous actions as the last fling of a single girl, but this time she couldn't. She was supposed to be a devoted house-wife with a husband to take care of her. It was difficult for her to admit to herself that she had today already, and was going to again this evening, commit adultery, but the burning little tingle down between her thighs strengthened her to face it as she drove toward the party.
Tears trickled softly down her cheeks as she decided the only difference between herself and a prostitute was that instead of doing it for money, she did it for her own uncontrollable gratification. God, she had turned into a complete nymphomaniac. When Chuck's car ahead drove past the street where her apartment building was, she almost turned off to go home. She thought she could possibly forget the whole thing, but when she had her final chance, she didn't take it. Instead, the lewd, all controlling twitch in her vagina pressed her foot on the accelerator to catch up with Chuck's car.
It wasn't long before he turned off to the right, heading up a road that seemed to wind endlessly into the hills. Finally at the end of a cul-de-sac, Chuck parked, and she pulled into a place right behind him.
"Here we are baby!" Chuck said as she got out of her car. Carol looked around, impressed with the large property all around. The house was huge, and from where she stood, she couldn't see any neighboring houses. There were large trees all around the property, and she thought it no wonder the place was suitable for parties. As she walked to the house with Chuck, she counted at least fifteen cars parked along the private driveway, and she thought it had to be an impressive crowd so early in the evening. The party had to be something special.
They walked into the house without knocking. "Hey, don't you have to at least be invited in?" Carol questioned as she followed him through a large and empty foyer.
"Charlie-likes to keep these parties open house," Chuck laughed. "The action all takes place downstairs." He led her to a doorway that opened on descending stairs.
The suspense of just walking into a mansion, finding no one around and going down a narrow stairway, made Carol feel an excitement of mystery. She was anticipating a wild sexual orgy, and the house seemed to make it all the more exhilarating. At the bottom of the stairs, she heard the sounds of rather loud music that seemed to come from behind a doorway to their right.
"Where is this party?" she questioned.
"It usually covers several rooms ... Charlie s got this downstairs fixed up just for his parties!" He opened the door where the music was coming from, and Carol, even though expecting it, was shocked to see a room full of naked people just beyond a short hallway. There was mostly only candlelight, but it was enough to make out several people dancing in the nude.
"Good grief! I don't..." Carol started to protest, but Chuck quickly interrupted her.
"We can leave our clothes here." He motioned to a wall of small cubicles, many of them already filled with neatly folded clothes. Chuck was already starting to peel off his clothes, but she hesitated, the whole thing seeming a bit bizarre. She started to say something again, when a naked man came out of the room toward them.
"Chuck! Good to see you again!"
"Charlie ... How the hell are ya?"
"Ahhhh, I see you brought a new girl," the naked man said facing Carol.
Carol kept her eyes diverted from the man's naked groin, as she noticed immediately that his cock was half hard. The whole scene made her feel uncomfortable, and she felt reluctant to join such an apparently weird party. Stripping naked in front of a bunch of strangers without any liquor or hashish to give her courage was more than she had bargained for, and the thought of strange and bizarre sexual activities made her shudder.
"This is Carol ... Meet Charlie!"
"Welcome, welcome ... Just make yourself right at home!" Charlie said to Carol, then he laughed loudly at his poor joke.
"How do you do!" She swallowed trying to keep her nervousness out of her voice. Chuck was down to his underwear, and Carol felt very self-conscious about being the only one dressed. But, she didn't want to start undressing while the host stood by watching. She just wasn't ready for that yet.
"Make yourself comfortable," Charlie said motioning to her clothes. "Say, Vicky and Jack are here too..." he added to Chuck. "When you're ready, come to the bar and I'll make you a drink, or something!"
"Where's Vicky?" Chuck asked as Charlie turned toward the party. "Carol's known her for years."
"I think they're in the 'bedroom'! " He laughed loudly as he returned to the large room full of dancing couples.
"Chuck ... I..." She had a feeling that she shouldn't stay. Something about the host and the atmosphere of the place told her to leave right then, but Chuck started pulling at her clothes, his smile re-assuring.
"You'll get used to it after a minute ... Come on now. With a body like yours, you got nothing to be ashamed of!" He lifted her sweater up, pulling it off over her head, and then ignoring her protests, he unhooked her bra. Her full, slightly tumbling breasts stood up straight and proud, and he caressed them as if to remind her of her sexuality.
She had wondered how Vicky felt dancing half-naked in front of strangers, and now Carol realized that she too was about to go out in front of strangers completely naked. It was a titillating and strangely exciting thought, and besides that, the others were all naked too. She didn't resist, but let Chuck help her take off all of her clothes. When she was completely nude, she felt the tingling sensation in between her thighs growing greater, and she took a deep breath as she walked into the crowded room. Several people said hello to Chuck, but she noticed that many of the men were eyeing her appreciably. Their looks seemed to arouse her sexually, as she realized that a look at her body alone was enough to make their cocks leap into erection. Chuck hurried her through the group of dancers to a long bar, and by the time they'd reached it, Carol felt more at ease. There was a man and girl standing by the bar, and the man's hard penis was pushed between the girl's inner thighs as he nibbled on her neck. Carol was surprised to discover that instead of being shocked by the sight of the couple, she was openly staring at them, feeling lewdly wicked and excited herself.
"Do you want to drink, smoke, or both?" Chuck said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh, what ever you're having is fine..." she replied. The host, Charlie, was behind the bar talking to Chuck, but her mind was on the "bedroom' that Charlie had mentioned. The way he had pronounced the word had indicated that it was more than a simple bedroom, and she was very curious to see what Vicky and Jack were up to. Chuck must have been reading her mind.
"Here you go, baby. Let's carry them into the bedroom ... See what's happening with our friends!" he said handing her a drink.
The room they were in had been weakly lit, but the room Chuck led her to was even darker. The only source of light came from numerous little spots in the ceiling that almost made her feel they were outside under the stars. The walls of the room were painted a very dark blue, and it took a second for her to see anything but the "star" light. When her eyes did adjust to the darkness, what she saw made her belly jerk with excitement.
There was the distinct scent of hashish in the room, and on two of the four large mattresses in each corner were naked bodies locked in lewd positions of sexual contact. Her eyes focused immediately on the one where her recently married girlfriend, Vicky, was. She could hardly believe what she saw!
Her girlfriend was kneeling upside down over some man who's face buried in her vagina couldn't be seen between her thighs, but Vicky's head was bobbing up and down on the man's erect waving cock, her lips ovaled tightly around it and sucking it deep into her throat. Her young husband, Jack, was on the mattress too, kneeling directly behind Vicky's bent over body, his fingers pushed into the soft white crevice of her wide-spread buttocks. He was teasing his middle finger in and out of Vicky's tightly clenched rectum, while she was moaning and sucking on some other man's cock! The lewdly sensual image nearly made Carol almost drop her glass.
"Chuck ... what's going to happen..." She didn't know what else to say as her whispered words caught in her throat. Chuck had his arm around her, and he led her to one of the mattresses just a few feet away from the lewdly playing trio.
"Let's just watch for a minute," he said quietly into her ear as he sat her down.
Stretching out on the mattress, she leaned up on one elbow to make herself comfortable. The sight of the three people on the mattress next to them was more sexually arousing than anything she'd ever seen, and she stared at Vicky, feeling her own belly churning with lewd excitement.
Chuck laid down behind her, his hardening cock pressing into the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks and on up into the slightly open space between her thighs, and he placed his hand on her breasts, gently massaging the nipples erect. She knew that her excitement was going to quickly reach a fevered point, and she gulped her drink down hurriedly so she would have nothing to distract her from watching.
Vicky raised her head up from the large throbbing penis, her tongue flicking and rolling around the visibly pulsating head as she ground her buttocks hungrily back against Jack's finger in her naked rectum. Her eyes were glazed with obvious arousal, and she gasped and sputtered when she stopped sucking for a moment.
"Put your cock up in my ass-hole! Jack! Fuck my ass-hole while he licks my cunt!" Vicky groaned with excitement, then she plunged her greedily sucking lips back down on the wet, hard cock.
Carol was astonished to hear Vicky's plea, and she shuddered when she saw Jack pull his fingers from the tightness of her tiny puckered anus, his other hand stroking his giant penis into full erection. It wasn't possible! She had to have been hearing things, Carol thought. Jack's cock would split Vicky apart if he forced it into her back there!
Her heart leaped to her throat as she stared unbelieving at the ludicrous sight of Jack's purple headed cock pointing directly at the tight opening. He used his thumbs to spread the round, white cheeks of her buttocks wide apart, and then thrusting his hips forward, placed the tip of his cock against Vicky's defenselessly waiting rectal lips.
It was true, Carol thought as she saw Vicky grind her buttocks salaciously back against the fleshy pole like a wild animal. Jack gripped her hips with both hands then, and gradually he forced his swollen penis into the tight anal passage. At first it seemed like it would never fit, but then suddenly, the elastic-like flesh of the small brown mouth stretched open, rolling slowly out and then suddenly popping outward to slip tightly back over the thick purple head. Jack flicked his hips forward, driving the rigidly pulsating shaft a full inch inside the tight restrictive passage.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Vicky moaned from deep within her throat without breaking the hot hungry sucking rhythm she was maintaining on the other man's cock. Carol realized that the second man's thumbs were pressing outward on Vicky's wide-splayed cunt lips to give his tongue greater access and she could see a ring on the man's hand that somehow looked familiar. But, Jack's sudden lunge up in-between her girlfriend's widespread buttock cheeks diverted her attention, and she gasped as she saw his purple veined cock sink another inch into Vicky's tightly clenched, fist-like anus. Her body bucked wildly under the cruel impalement, jerking spasmodically as Jack's thick, huge cudgel slipped ever deeper into her wide-stretched rectum.
"Ooohhh!" Carol moaned in vicarious sympathy as she watched Jack's cock suddenly drive unimpeded into the rubbery depths of Vicky's rectum and flattening the softness of smooth rounded buttocks up hard into hipbones. The sight alone was enough to drive her crazy, but it was effecting Chuck in much the same way, as from behind, he rubbed his cock impatiently over the warm flesh of her lust moistened cunt from behind. His fingers kneaded and pulled at the sensitive little nipples of her breasts, his excitement equaling the passion she was witnessing. Carol wanted him to fuck her soon, but she also wanted to see how Vicky responded when her boyfriend, Jack, started fucking in and out of her wide-stretched rectum.
* * *
Vicky Richard's hungrily sucking mouth was like a milking machine gone mad, and Bob Fontaine's wetly licking tongue matched her insane sucking rhythm, driving the hotly flicking little tip its full length up into her liquid cunt. With it, he could feel Jack's cock through the thin wall of flesh separating her cunt and rectum, and the sight just above his face was the most lewdly erotic thing he had ever seen. In his hashish induced haze, he thought about his wife of a couple of months, sorry that he had made her first experience unpleasant. If he'd been patient, Carol might very well have been with him at that moment, he thought. When he went home that evening, he was sure he would again feel guilty, but he had been going to these Wednesday night parties for too long to quit now! Maybe with time he'd be able to get Carol to loosen up! Oh, God, could that Vicky suck cock! Even while she was getting fucked like a Greek whore in the ass-hole! If only Carol could do that!
"Carol, baby! I've got to fuck you now!" Chuck said, his cock throbbing with his stirred-up blood. The sight of Vicky getting it at both ends was driving him crazy, especially with his cock pushing into Carol's rapidly moistening cunt and the softness of her sparsely curling pubic hair teasing against it.
His words reached her ears like vivid reminders of her past experiences, but Carol was transfixed by the lewd sight of the three nakedly entwined people on the mattress next to her. She had no idea that the man under Vicky had also heard Chuck's voice, or that he was twisting his head to see who she was. All that really mattered at that moment was the burning sexual desire flaming up brighter in her belly, and the thought of having Chuck's cock fucking hard and heavy into her. Rolling voluntarily onto her back, she spread her legs wide and drew her knees back and up until the tiny throbbing tips of her nipples. Her lewdly open position spread her cunt wide and exposed the whole of her naked loins and crotch to her lover's appreciative eyes.
"Yes, fuck me now!" Carol groaned, but he was already moving into position between her wide-spread legs. His cock was huge, the purple veins seeming to stand-out clearly, and she reached voluntarily down between their bodies, and with her fingertips spread the soft hair-fringed lips of her cunt apart to reveal the thin vertical mouth of her cuntal passage. Chuck held back for a moment as she arched her loins up, trying to desperately to find the thick, lust-engorged head of his cock. She mewled and whined until he finally grunted and thrust heavily forward, slipping the heated tip of his penis into the warm, wet passage between her inner thighs. He ground it in slowly, teasingly, holding back on purpose while she impatiently nibbled the thinly bearded lips of her soft blonde pussy up his long column, bucking and mewling each time he sank deeper into her hungrily waiting cunt. The hotly pulsating walls of her vaginal passage seemed to suck and bite at his prick, pulling and drawing on it greedily as if to get his whole body inside. Still he held back the remaining three inches until she squirmed pleadingly beneath him like a wild bitch in heat, and then he slammed hard into her, sinking the thick full length of his lust-hardened cock up deep into her belly, the smooth rubbery tip striking bluntly into her cervix.
"OOocKiooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, God, Chuck! Fuck it good! Please fuck it good!"
Sonofabitch, Bob's eyes suddenly popped open wide as he realized who the naked girl on the mattress was. His wife was there, right next to him, and she was being fucked by some guy! Fucked good, and obviously loving it! A thousand questioned echoed through his mind, questions he didn't have answers for, but between the hashish haze and Vicky Richard's warmly sucking lips on his cock below, he couldn't concentrate on any of them. All that he could think of right then was getting to Carol, doing something, anything, that would vent the anger he felt. She had tricked him, that was apparent enough, and the thought occurred to him that she was aware of his presence, his being sucked by Vicky. Maybe that was why she was letting herself be fucked right next to him! To show him! To get even!
Bob slipped his tongue from the young girl's hotly clinging pussy above him, pushing her head up from his near bursting erection at the same time. She moaned her displeasure, even though her own husband, Jack's, cock was still ramming hard into her rectum. She had no idea that Bob was Carol's husband. He ignored Vicky's protests, crawling off the mattress on all fours toward Carol and Chuck. He was stunned to see how much she was enjoying it, her tight, blonde fringed little cunt practically climbing up the hard, rigid male cock screwing into her.
"Turn her over! I wanna split her cheatin' little ass-hole wide open! NOW!" Bob shouted down at Chuck. The sound of his voice was all that was necessary to identify who he was, but Carol looked up, her eyes bulging wide in shock to see that her own husband was standing angrily over her. She had no idea where he'd come from, but he was stripped completely naked, his cock wet and glistening in the dull light of the bedroom.
"Bob! ... I..." She didn't know what to say, but her recognition was all that Chuck needed to encourage him to do as Bob commanded. The idea of a dual fuck was fine with him, and he took hold of her hips, rolling with her until she was straddled helplessly above him, her buttocks waving defenselessly behind her in the air.
"No! Please! I. . . " Carol pleaded, her mind a mass of confused thoughts. Bob had caught her in the arms of another man, and he was going to punish her horribly and drive his anger-hardened cock deep into her anus. Oh God! It would kill her! Chuck held her tightly, his cock sunk its full length in her burning cunt, and his legs kept her thighs spread wide apart, leaving her anus open to her young husband, Bob's coming assault. She was helpless, and she trembled helplessly, knowing there was nothing she could do, no escape at all from her coming fate.
"Oooohhh, God! Bob, darling! Don't do that to meee!" she tearfully pleaded in one last desperate try.
But, Bob, ignoring her cries completely, moved down onto the mattress, straddling Chuck's legs while forcing his young fearfully groaning wife's legs out even wider. Her position was such that the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks were spread wide apart, exposing her tiny virgin anus in the open crevice just above the thick, flesh rod buried deep up in her hair-lined cunt. Vicky had taken Jack's cock easily enough, but then Vicky had been fucked in the ass before. He knew that Carol's ass-hole was going to be tight, and without saying another word, he spit down on it and probed into the rubbery passage with the tip of his middle finger to prepare it for the greater entry to come momentarily.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh! Nooooo Pleaseeeee!" she moaned, the sudden thrust of his digit into her behind searing through her like a hot poker. Yet, her body shivered with lewd anticipation. She had been caught letting another man fuck her, and now he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his angered cock far up into her rectum, just like Jack was doing to Vicky at that very moment, while at the same time Chuck was fucking from below up into her cunt. A masochistic excitement took hold of her thoughts as, his palm pressed flat against her softly trembling ass-cheeks now, his finger wormed lewdly in and out of the warm rubbery walls of her defenseless anus, enlarging her rectum for the coming entrance of his punishing cock.
Drilling his finger in the tiny pink hole, Bob suddenly didn't care about the reasons his wife was there at the party. The idea of fucking her in her proud little ass-hole was all that dominated his thoughts, and the lewd excitement made him impatient. Slipping his finger from the tight rubbery opening, he spread her soft, yielding buttock cheeks wide with his thumbs, and he arched his hips forward until the blood swollen head of his cock made nakedly quivering contact with the tiny, elastic-like circle.
Feeling the bulbous head of her husband's cock pressing into her sensitively exposed anal lips, her heart pounded wildly with fear as she knew the forgiving pain would be coming soon. The pressure was unrelenting and insistent, and she was certain that with two male cocks sunk deep up between her legs at the time her helpless body would be split open all the way to her breasts!
Waiting for the right instant, Bob felt his young bride's tightly clenched rectal mouth relax momentarily, and shoving hard forward against the tiny orifice, he watched as the tight restricting ring of flesh stretched wide and then with a slight popping sound slip rubberily up over the tip of his cock. His wife cried out in pain, the sound muffled by man's hotly sucking mouth locked to her lips from below, and her legs flailed out on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
She jerked and bucked beneath him, trying to throw him off, but she was held tightly by Chuck as Bob skewered into her tightly-resisting anus another cruel and painful inch.
"Oooohhhhh! Godddddd! Nnoooooo!" Her cries blended with the screams of ecstasy issuing from Vicky's mouth on the mattress next to her, and in spite of her passion-pained state, she twisted her head to see the lewd coupling of her girl friend. Jack was buffeting Vicky's wide-stretched ass-hole like a maniac, and through the haze in her mind, she realized that the man Vicky had been sucking was gone. The realization struck her like a thunder-bolt as she remembered the ring the man had been wearing. It was her husband's ring! That had been Bob with his face lodged up between her girl friend's widespread thighs all along, and now he was killing her for the same thing by driving his penis in her rectum. Carol, through the haze of the pain between her legs, knew she should be angry, but all of her thoughts were cruelly dispelled by a sudden greater searing pain back there in her rectum.
Bob made one last savage thrust, the rubbery walls of her ass-hole expanding before his invading cock until every inch of his member was buried in the hotly clinging passage. His groin mashed into the soft cheeks of her buttocks with a loud slap, and his cock was sunk deep up inside her gaspingly contracting belly, joining Chuck's cock already buried lewdly there in her cunt.
She could only whimper as she felt her rectum stretched by the last humiliating blow of having her husband's cock completely filling her belly. The pain didn't matter anymore, nor did the shame. She was sandwiched helplessly like a whore between the two of them, the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt the only separation between the two deeply imbedded instruments. Then, as though her nakedly imprisoned body were nothing but a mindless receptacle for their passion, they both began to fuck in and out of her belly at the same time. At first their rhythm was uneven and broken, but gradually they began driving up between open thighs into the wide stretched mouths like they were one. She felt pain, but not as it had been on Bob's initial entry. Her anal passage was burning and clenching tightly in protest from the heat of his cruel thrust, but in a sudden masochistic frenzy of despair and lust, she grunted down into Chuck's hotly kissing mouth below and bravely started fucking back. The slow, teasing grinding motions of her cunt and ass-hole were gradual at first, as if she was testing to see what would happen, and she was surprised to discover that the pain she expected just simply wasn't there. Instead she was overcome by a strange new sensation of orgiastic bliss and she began to enjoy the bestial and lewd sodomizing of her secret, so well protected before, anal passage.
"Oooohhhh! Oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhh!" she began to chant in time to their crushing thrusts into her now gratefully accepting cunt and ass-hole. Faster and faster they plowed their desire-enraged cocks into her flesh filled young belly, punishing her between them like an oversized, limply discarded, Raggedy Ann doll. Then, suddenly she too was being caught up in a wildly raging storm of heated passions as the two male phalluses pistoned like well oiled machines in and out of her widely stretched cunt and rectum. She was being fucked half to death by two men at once, and the complete helplessness of her situation drove her into a crazed frenzy of lust that seemed beyond all reason. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the now screaming Vicky as Jack's cock pumped his sperm deep into her rectum, and the thought of having her own husband's cock filling her rectum with hot cum at the same time Chuck's cock filled her cunt made her mind whirl dizzily with uncontrolled lust.
"Oooohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
As if obeying her command, the two rhythmically fucking instruments suddenly swelled up larger, plowing deep into her belly, as her twinly absorbing passages clamped tightly around them. And then, as though she were being given a douche and an enema at the same time, their tightly pressed together balls simultaneously exploded down between her thighs and began ejaculating their hotly boiling male sperm deep up inside her. The maddening sensation of their heated cum, husband's and lover's surging together up inside her nakedly twisting body was the final act, and her semen flooded belly began jerking and quivering like it too was about to explode.
She bucked wildly against the two, still orgasmically jerking cocks, hot, lava-like cum pumping furiously into her rectum and cunt until she was insane with the pleasure. Her orgasm too gushed liquidly out of her cunt, spilling hotly between her thighs and drenching the relentlessly emptying balls of the two men, as both fleshy columns were jerking and squirting out the last of their steaming hot jism at the same time. Her cunt and rectum were filled almost to the bursting with the white, thinly pooling cum and she was overflowing down between her open thighs with the joining mixture of her own orgasmic liquid. They finally all three collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, rolling on the mattress until they were all lying on their sides. Chuck slipped his penis from her wide-stretched vagina with a wet sucking noise that could be heard through-out the room, and he grinned his satisfaction. Carol lay still, Bob's cock remaining imbedded deep in her forever stretched young anus for several seconds more, but then he too pulled his cock from between her legs. They both realized that quite a few people had gathered around for the wild, uninhibited exhibition of lust they had just put on and they knew there was no time for an emotional confrontation between them. Something more important that they both wanted more than explanations was presenting itself. She hardly looked at Bob, nor he at her, as the newlyweds, Vicky and Jack, were already joining them on the mattress, excitedly anticipating the exchange of partners that neither Carol nor Bob felt like resisting at that precise moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mr. Robert Fontaine, please ... This is Mrs. Fontaine calling!" Carol tapped the telephone nervously as she listened to the inevitable clicking noises of her call being transferred.
"Mr. Fontaine's office," came a slightly snobbish voice.
"Hello, Anna, this is Mrs. Fontaine. Is your ogre boss able to speak on the telephone?" She always got a kick out of rattling Bob's secretary.
"Oh ... Yes, one moment please, Mrs. Fontaine."
Carol put her hand over the receiver as she cleared her voice, and when Bob picked up his phone she began singing immediately. He didn't interrupt her as she sang through the complete verse of 'Happy Birthday'.
"You know, I don't think Carol Ann Fontaine can sing any better than I," he said when she had finished. "But I must say, her voice is a whole lot sexier!" he added laughing.
"Maybe I can't sing well, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't do other things well," she said in an exaggerated, sexually breathy voice.
"That, I'll have to go along with!"
"Why thank you, darling. I don't want to take up too much of your expensive time, but I called to remind you that tonight is not only Wednesday, but your birthday. You are expected to arrive on time in exactly two hours!" She took a deep breath before going on. "Take a look at your watch, because I expect you on time, ready to be wined and dined like never before. And not incidentally, you're really going to love the dessert!"
"Sounds enticing ... Can you give me a clue?" Bob pressed, knowing what his wife was getting at.
"I can only tell you that many special guests will be here, including Vicky and Jack," she replied in a half whispered voice.
"Sounds like a party I don't want to miss. You can count on my being on time!" Bob's voice turned more serious then. "Thank you darling ... For being you! And the birthday party!"
"Just one of many to come, darling!"
When she hung up, Bob suddenly smiled and wondered if she was referring to birthdays or all the naked guests that would be gracing their beds, couches, and floors that coming evening ... Oh well, it didn't really matter, he could hardly wait to get his hands on Jack's new young bride, Vicky, again. He'd give her a ride tonight she'd never forget ...
