It often comes as a shocking blow when we discover that some people are not always what they seem to be.
The model husband next door who is exposed as a wife-beater. The high government official who has been the subject of investigation for corruption. The respected banker caught with his hands in the till.
For the friends of Amy Rogers, this eye-opening discovery marks the beginning of a new experience. A normal, well-adjusted, model housewife, Amy undergoes a transformation which will affect both her family and friends. Bound and motivated by a degrading grasp, she pursues a reckless sexual involvement, debasing herself in sometimes shameful experiences.
HOT AND NASTY WIFE-a novel that reveals a certain portion of a clandestine society-a lesson for all who hide behind masks of apathy.
- The Publisher
Chapter One
Amy Rogers didn't realize what a really bad fix she was in until the morning of the day the money was due.
She had taken the job as door-to-door salesgirl for Star Cosmetics only for a few months. She had planned to use the extra money to help put with the bills while her husband Tom's new hardware store got off the ground. The newlyweds had plunged their life's savings into the store. And while it was in a good location, and Tom was a hard worker, the going was still a little rough at first.
Amy didn't mind being a Star Girl one bit, actually. If it weren't for Tom's reluctance to see her working at all, she might continue with it indefinitely. For one thing, the line of products was so good it nearly sold itself. For another, she kind of enjoyed going into other people's houses, seeing how they lived, what kind of furniture they had.
She was a friendly, outgoing type of person. She enjoyed chatting with her customers, sharing a cup of coffee with other young women like herself while their husbands were off at work.
The problem was, she had let the excitement of all the money she was making go to her head. When the three-month anniversary of her and Tom's wedding came up, she had surprised him with a color TV. It had cost her five hundred dollars. And, like a fool, instead of charging it she had paid for it with the money from her sales.
At the time, she had told herself, it just means I'll have to work a little harder, that's all. I'll work five days instead of only three next week. I have it all back in no time.
Tom was both pleased and anxious. He didn't know how she could have got so much money out of thin air. But she had jokingly scoffed at him for not realizing what a good salesgirl she was.
However, there was one person she couldn't fool. Bradford Aston was the local representative of Star Cosmetics She got her products on consignment from him. When he delivered the merchandise to her, she had to hand over the money she had received from her customers. Unfortunately, there was no money.
Already, two weeks ago, she had been forced to stall and make excuses. It was a cash flow problem, she explained to him. Many of the customers were her friends. She had been flexible with them, and some hadn't paid her yet. She would have the full amount for him next time.
Aston had been stem but understanding. He was an extremely handsome man, but he had cool grey eyes and a distant, implacable manner that bothered Amy deep down. He had given her a warning and said he expected payment in full when he delivered the next order. Somehow, even at the time, Amy had felt that he was not entirely unpleased to see her in a vulnerable position.
But she dismissed that as silly paranoia. During the next two weeks she had nearly worked herself to death. And she had very little to show for it. After exhausting her friends and neighbors, she found it was harder and harder to sell the stuff.
In fact, by the day Aston was due, she had only fifty dollars to offer him. She could see the anger clouding his face as he counted it.
"Fifty bucks?" he said, incredulous.
"I'm sorry," Amy faltered. "But if you could give me a little more time. I could make it up gradually."
Aston grinned at her as if she were an idiot. "You've already had two weeks," he said coldly.
"I know. I tried to borrow the money, but my husband and I are already so far in debt with the store ..."
She felt so guilty and flustered that it took her a moment to notice that Aston was looking with undisguised fascination at her breasts, instead of her face. Sometimes, when she was just staying around the house, she didn't bother to wear a bra. Today she just had on one of Tom's old shirts.
The shape of her thick plump nipples was easily visible through the fabric. Brad Aston stared at them. He didn't seem to mind that she knew what he was doing.
"Maybe we could make an ... arrangement," he said, looking up from her breasts to her face.
God, this is just too awful! Amy thought. I'll just have to pretend like I don't understand him.
"I could sign something, if you want me to," she said hurriedly. "I'm sure I could have the money in two more weeks."
"That's not quite what I had in mind," Aston said.
He took a step toward her, his, eyes dropping down again to the large bumps her nipples made in the shirt. She tried to take a step back too, but she forgot that the coffee table was behind her.
"Mr. Aston, I hope you don't mean what I think you mean," Amy said, trying to control her fear.
Her heart was beating furiously. She had never had to deal with this situation before. Men had wanted her, sure. But they respected her refusal if she said no. And she had never said yes to anyone but Tom.
Brad Aston took another step toward her. He reached out one hand and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Amy was amazed at her own Passivity. She just stood there and let him do it.
"You don't want me to have to take you to court, do you?" he murmured. "Think how that would look. Think of what your husband would say."
"He ... he'd support me, of course," Amy stammered, watching his fingers as they dropped down to the next button.
"Think of the embarrassment. To you ... to his business," Aston murmured.
He unfastened the second button. The soft shadowy cleavage between Amy's full young breasts became visible.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked softly.
His fingers dropped to the third button. His flinty grey eyes were cool and uncompromising. There was a half-cruel twist to his mouth.
"I'm presenting you with a way out of this jam, Amy," he said.
"Please take your hands off me," she whispered.
But he didn't. Instead, he unfastened the third button. Amy tried to brush past him, but he caught her with both hands and held her where she was.
"Did you forget you're in big trouble, Amy? You owe me five hundred bucks. In fact, that was last time. Now you owe me close to eight hundred.'
"No, I haven't forgotten that," Amy hissed, her eyes brimming with tears. "Have you forgotten that I'm a married woman?"
Brad Aston shook his head. "Nobody has to know about this but you and me."
Amy's mind was going a mile a minute. If I let him do it to me once, does that mean I don't owe him the eight hundred dollars any more? After all, I don't have to enjoy it. And he is kind of handsome. Would it be worth it?
But another part of her just couldn't give in. For one thing, it would mean betraying Tom. And it was also just like being blackmailed and raped. It was disgusting, what this man was suggesting to her.
Aston seemed to sense what was going through her mind. Instead of saying anything else, he simply unfastened the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Amy hardly knew he had done it until she felt him slipping the shirt off her shoulders.
"Oh, please don't ..." she started to protest.
But before she could continue, his lips were crawling all over her naked breasts. She wanted to stop him, but there didn't seem to be anything she could do. He cupped her full warm breasts in his hinds and licked her nipples with his tongue.
The sensations were enough to make her knees weaken and her pulse quicken. She felt the petals of her cunt begin to bloom and ooze with juice, in spite of her reluctance.
"There now, you like that, don't you?" he murmured as his lips toyed with her throbbing nipples.
"N-no," she whimpered. "You can force me to do it, I guess, but you can't make me like it."
Aston chuckled deep in his throat. He squeezed her breasts roughly, his fingers digging into the resilient globes.
"Make you like it?" he grinned. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
"Never," she whimpered.
She thought of how she was betraying Tom, how awful it was. She tried to keep her mind off the wonderful sensations he was arousing in her quivering body.
"Never?" Aston chuckled again. "Better not say anything you'll be sorry for." Up until now he had been tantalizing her by doing everything but sucking her. But the more he kissed and caressed her young upswept breasts, the more she wanted him to suck her nipples, and suck them hard! It was just the kind of thing he wanted her to do: beg him! So she fought and fought against it.
His tongue curled around her throbbing nipples until she thought she would die of the craving. She panted and tossed her head from side to side, trying to think of something besides his fantastic mouth on her breasts.
"Isn't there something you'd like me to do?" he asked softly.
Don't say it! She told herself. Oh, don't let him make you say it!
"No!" she gasped.
"Are you sure?"
He pushed her firm breasts together and flicked both of her swollen nipples with his tongue at the same time. Amy could barely stand the pleasure.
"Ohhnnnnn! Yesssss!" she sighed, unable to stop herself.
"What?" he prompted her.
"You know," she panted.
"But l want to hear you say it."
"Suck me," Amy gasped. "Suck my titties."
"Ummmm," he grinned. "Like this?"
He took one of her thick aching nipples into his mouth and nearly swallowed it. Amy almost went out of her mind. Flames of sexual pleasure spurted through her body.
"Ohhhbnnnnn! Ohhnnn god!" she moaned.
He sucked both of her nipples until they were engorged with blood, stiff and throbbing wildly. Amy made no move to resist him. Instead she chewed her lower lip and tried not to moan. God, I wish it didn't feel so good! She thought. It's so wrong! Why does it have to feel so good?
"Come on," Aston said. "Let's go in your bedroom and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you matches these beautiful boobs."
"Oh, not in there, please!"
"Of course in there," he said firmly, pulling her towards the bedroom.
Oh god, not on the same bed where Tom and I ...
"But my husband ..." she said.
He walked over to the king-size bed and pulled down the covers. Then he walked back to Amy and put his arms around her, kissing her mouth for the first time. She tried not to respond, but his tongue and lips were very skillful.
The kiss was so good that she hated herself for liking it. His tongue explored the warm wet crevices of her mouth. Her body grew pliant and yielding in his arms.
"Mr. Aston, please," she finally gasped, breaking away from the kiss.
"Don't you think you'd better call me Brad?"
"Okay then, Brad. Do we have to do it on the same bed where ..."
"Where you do it with your husband?" Amy nodded.
Brad smiled. He unzipped the pants she was wearing and pulled them down her hips, tugging her nylon panties down at the same time. When. be kneeled down to slip them off her ankles, he began kissing her bare legs at the same time. Amy had never felt anyone kiss her legs. She shivered with pleasure.
"Why, of course we do," Brad said, answering her question. "You want to be able to compare, don't you?"
"N-no."
"Of course you do. God, you've got an absolutely luscious body, Amy."
His lips were on her inner thighs, rising. Oh god, Amy thought wildly, he's going to eat me there!. He's going to eat my cunt! Something Tom will never do. Something I don't know how to ask him to do. Now Brad's going to do it without me even asking. And it's so wrong. So wrong. I can't let myself like it. I just can't.
Suddenly his tongue flicked the moist lips of her pussy. Amy thought she would faint with pleasure.
"Oohhnnnn!" she moaned.
Brad pushed her down on the bed on her back. Quickly he stripped off his own clothes. Amy watched with excited fascination as he pulled down his shorts. The thick thundering shaft of his cock sprang up throbbing. She nearly gasped. It was so much bigger than Tom's!
God, it'll split my cunt in half, she thought. She knew she was not altogether upset at the idea, but that made her blush with shame.
But before she could think of anything else, he was on the bed with her. He was kissing the smooth sleek skin of her flat tummy. His hands slid under her ass-cheeks and squeezed them as his mouth slid lower. Amy could hardly bear the anticipation.
"Aanngghh!" she gasped with shocked pleasure as his lips finally found the simmering wet groove of her cunt.
He kissed her cunt as if it were her real mouth. His tongue explored the tingling folds of her pussy-lips before burrowing deep into her slit. Amy hadn't believed that anything could feel so good. But he seemed to be very skillful at it, as if he had had lots of experience.
He sucked and lip-chewed her cunt-lips until she was almost ready to scream with pleasure.
"Ohhhnnnnn, don't stop! Don't stop," she moaned, tossing her head wildly as his clever tongue probed her.
Her excitement pleased him. He slurped her juicy slit more passionately, now tickling her clit with his tongue, stroking it, driving her crazy. Amy was nearly out of her mind with delirious pleasure. Oh god, I want him to fuck me! she thought. But I can't say it! I can't! I swore I wouldn't let him do this to me! But she couldn't think of anything but that big jackhammer cock of his, how it would feel if he put it where his tongue was now.
"Oh ... oh god," she panted. "Please ... please don't do this to me!"
She could hardly stand the intense pleasure. The way he was eating her throbbing pussy aroused an insatiable lust that coursed through her whole writhing body.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No," she gasped. "Oh no, no, don't stop!" He splayed her thighs and pushed her legs up so that they were draped over his shoulders. Then he buried his mouth again in the wet pink furrow of her aching cunt. He stabbed her deeply. with his tongue and sucked her clit so sharply that hot helpless gags of lust came from her throat.
"Ungghh! Uhhgg!" she gagged.
Oh god, I can't stand it any more! she thought. He has to fuck me! I need him to fuck me!
"Please ... do it to me now," she panted. "Please."
"Do what to you?" Brad asked slyly.
"You know," she gasped.
"I want to hear you say it."
"Make ... make love to me," Amy whimpered.
"Make love to you? You don't want me to do that. That's what you and your husband do, isn't it? You want me to ..."
"Oh, please don't make me say that," she pleaded.
Suddenly she felt him leaving her. He dropped her legs to the bed, rolled away, and stood up. His huge stiff cock bobbed and twitched as he looked down at her.
"Oh, I won't make you say anything," he grinned. "Why don't you just do it yourself, if you're so eager to have it done to you. Whatever 'it' is," he added sarcastically.
Amy couldn't take her eyes off the long jumping pole of his prick. He held the enormous shaft in one hand and gently stroked it with the other, smiling at her.
"This is what you want, isn't it," he murmured.
Amy nodded solemnly, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. Her body burned with need. Instinctively her hands went to her dripping, oozing cunt, trying to replace the sensations he had taken away. She slid her fingers into the slimy aching trench, fucking herself pathetically, grinding her hips.
She was frantic, almost out of her mind with the need to come. It was no good to try to masturbate, not with him glaring down at her, holding his massive cock out like bait for her. Her whole being was centered in her wildly pulsing slit. He had what she wanted, and she couldn't deny it any longer. She wanted him to shove that huge fleshy piston into her, rip her with it, cram her full of it!
She pulled her knees up against her heaving breasts, spreading her thighs, showing him the red wet gash of her open pussy. Her eyes begged him, but she wouldn't say it. Don't you want to fuck it?
She undulated her hips in sensual fuck-motions. With her fingers she pulled apart her soupy cunt-lips, inviting him to spear the puckering wound of her pussy. Please, please! she begged with her eyes.
But he wouldn't give in. Amy couldn't stand it any longer. The horrible itch in her cunt had to be satisfied.
"For. god's sake," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please, before I go out of my mind! Please!"
Still grinning, Aston climbed back onto the bed. Amy dropped her legs back to the mattress, so that he was between her spread thighs. Now, now! her eyes begged him.
"Don't you want to tell me where? And how?" he said, crouching over her twisting body and smiling arrogantly.
Writhing with uncontrollable lust, Amy hated him. But more than anything she needed him to fuck her.
"With your cock!" she hissed at him. "Fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Are you satisfied?"
"Where do you want me to fuck you?"
"Ohhhnnn!" Amy groaned. "In my cunt!" She rubbed her undulating body wildly with her hands, squeezing her naked breasts, pinching her swollen nipples. "Please ... Brad, please! Put your cock in me! Fuck my cunt with it! Please!"
"How do you want me to fuck you?" Brad continued to taunt her.
"Oh god ... hard! As hard as you can! Just get it in me! Fuck me hard!"
Now he crouched over her, leaning his face down very close to hers. His taut muscular body was poised like a coiled spring. Whimpering, Amy looked down the length of her own supple body and saw his huge twitching tool between her thighs, only inches from her boiling pussy.
"And are you begging me to do its" he whispered.
"Oh god, yes!" she cried out. "Yes, yes, I'm bug you! Please fuck me! Please fuck me! Please shove your big hard cock in me and fuck me hard!"
Finally the bulbous head of his cock pushed against her wet puckering cunt lips. Amy thought she was going to faint from pleasure as the huge lust-hardened shaft slid into her. Flat on her back beneath him, she spread her thighs and moaned as the massive pole penetrated her.
She had not realized how truly big it was until her pussy was crammed with it.
"My god, it's too big! It's going to kill me!" she whimpered, looking up into his eyes.
Brad lay motionless on top of her. Suddenly he flexed his hips, sending the thick pole of flesh even further into her tight cunt.
"Anngghh!" Amy groaned, feeling it stab deep into her.
The pain was real, but the bliss of being gorged by the huge thing was unbelievable. Brad began a slow grinding motion, pushing his cock in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. Amy. moaned. She was on tire with new wild yearnings. She began to grind her own hips uncontrollably, pushing her hungry cunt up into his thrusts.
"How is it?" Brad panted, plowing her slit vigorously.
Her body responded to him in a way she had never felt before. She had never felt this way with Tom, her husband. She had never felt so cunt-crammed and completely ravished.
She writhed in total abandonment under him. She welcomed each thrust of his piercing cock with a bucking counterthrust of her own, fucking him back with all the strength of her supple young body.
"Unh! Unh! Unk!" she grunted wildly as the fierce hammering pole of his prick speared her aching gash. "Oh! Oh god, keep it up! It's so good! Fuck me hard!"
He did. Brad began to fuck her like a lust-crazed ram. Each stroke of his huge plunging cock lifted her quivering ass-cheeks off the bed. Amy squealed and raked his naked back with her fingernails. She locked her legs around his hips and pumped for all she was worth.
Deep in her fiery throbbing pussy she could feel the pulsations of a stupendous orgasm. She had never known pleasure like this. It was delicious, unbearably wild and insane. Brad's viciously hard cock plunged in and out of her clinging pussy like a relentless steel piston.
"Oh god ... I'm going to come!" she gasped. "Keep it up, keep it up!"
But Brad paused for a moment. With his hands he unclasped her legs from around his hips. Then he draped them over his shoulders and pushed them back. Her heels flailed in the air, and her thighs pushed against her breasts. The red glistening impaled seam of her groin was completely vulnerable to him.
Amy could do nothing but yield to him totally This time when he again ripped his huge cock into her, it felt like he was splitting her in half.
"Aannggghhhhieeeee!" she cried out.
But the sharp pain was accompanied by an even more intense sexual sensation. She had never realized you could be fucked this way. And from the fierce hammering she was taking, she didn't know whether you would want to be very often. But right now it was paradise.
She squirmed and shimmied her ass because she wanted, incredibly, to give Brad pleasure too. She had begun by resisting him, but now she was totally pliant, full of hot yearning.
"Oh fuck me ... oh fuck me!" she panted mindlessly, churning her hips wildly.
Suddenly she felt it was there She clung to him with her arms, pitching her throbbing pussy up into his deep thrusts.
"It's here!" she gasped to him in a half whisper. "I ... I'm going to come, baby! Oh baby, now, now!"
With incredible strength, Brad rolled her jackknifed body halfway up off the bed and drilled her spasming pussy mercilessly with the thick shaft of his prick. Amy exploded in shattering furies Of coming.
"Aahh!" she shrieked.
The hot stabbing flames of her climax ruptured and wrenched her quivering body. She clung to him helplessly, whimpering and moaning. He reamed her spasming cunt again and again, dragging the rock hard stalk of his prick across her wildly flashing clit until she knew she was going to come again.
"Oh! Oh my god!" she wailed. "I'm going to come! Again! Fast, baby, fast, hard!"
And this time he came with her. Amy clawed his back and screamed as the jolts of honey fire pierced her.
"000HH! OH GOD GOD."
Brad's fingers dug into the flesh of her back. He groaned and buried his cock deep in her tight clenching pussy. It twitched and spurted wildly, sluicing her slit with thick jets of jism.
Amy was stupefied. She had never come twice in a row like that. And two such powerful, killing orgasms! She had never been so thoroughly fucked before. Her feet kicked helplessly in the air, her cunt was crammed and split completely by Brad's huge tool And no one had ever emptied such gallons of cum into her as he had done.
But now that it was over, the guilt and shame came rushing back to her. He was slumped forward on top of her, his cock wilting inside her. All she could think of was Tom, and how she had cheated on him.
"Please get off me now," she murmured. "You got what you came for."
"What's your hurry?" he said.
He kissed her shoulders and her breasts, refusing to take his limp cock completely out of her. And Amy liked it, but tried not to show it. She almost wished he would get hard again quick, and start fucking her again. But she couldn't let herself think that way.
"Because I want to get cleaned up," she said. "Why don't you just go away. And stay away."
"Oh, I'll go away," Brad said. "But I won't stay away. After all, we have a few more of these sessions to get through before we're finished."
"More!" Amy exclaimed. "You got what you wanted. Why more?"
But secretly she knew she wanted more, and she hated herself for wanting it. She had never experienced sexual pleasure. like what ho had just given her. How could she ever be happy with Tom again, after Brad had fucked her like this?
And Brad knew it.
"You don't think one little fuck will make up for all that money, do you?" he said.
Amy couldn't speak. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Brad kissed her eyes.
"Anyway, you liked it," be whispered.
"I did ... not," Amy whispered back, afraid to look at him.
When he finally did crawl off her and pulled his prick out of her clinging cunt, she wanted to grab him and hold him and beg him not to leave. She found herself wondering how long it was until Tom came home. She wanted to have Brad fuck her again and make her forget about everything else.
But she hid that feeling as best she could as she watched him dress. When he was finished, he walked over to the bed. He bent down and kissed each of her naked breasts, then her mouth. Amy was aroused again by his lips on her sensitive nipples.
"I'll be back next week, baby," he murmured to her, then turned to leave.
"Please don't," Amy whimpered softly. "Please don't come back."
But both of them knew she didn't mean it.
Chapter Two
When Tom got home, Amy was still in the bathtub. After Aston had left, she had felt his warm jism flowing out of her ravaged cunt and had panicked. What if her husband found her like this?
All the guilt came flooding back into her. She felt more ashamed of herself than she ever had. Her body felt used and defiled by that horrid man who had forced her to do that with him. Tom must never know.
She sat in the tub while it filled with warm water, washing every inch of her body. In the back of her mind she knew she was trying to get the memory of Brad's lips off her flesh. But she tried not to let that thought surface. She spread the sore petals of her cunt with her fingers and washed it thoroughly, trying not to remember the ecstasy she had felt when it was stuffed with Brad's huge organ.,
Why can't Tom have one that big? she thought. God, maybe it's better he doesn't. I'd cream my jeans just waiting for him to get home every night!
She tried to forget about Brad Aston, but lying quietly in the warm water with nothing to distract her didn't help. She drifted into a revelry in which he was fucking her again. But this time he was not rough and demanding. Instead he made love to her with slow fiendish skill. She got so aroused that she suddenly heard herself whimpering with desire.
"Ohhhhh, stop it!" she whispered aloud to herself. What if Tom should come home and hear you doing that?
And in fact, it was a good thing she caught herself. For only a few moments later Tom walked into the bathroom. He had a big grin on his face when he saw his young wife's naked young body glistening in the bath water.
"Christ, what have we here?" he said, devouring her with his eyes.
Amy tried to act normally. She knew there wasn't the slightest reason why he should suspect that she had been screaming with ecstasy in the arms of another man less than two hours ago.
She winked at him. "Home early?" she said, trying to make her voice seem as innocent as possible.
Tom knelt beside the tub. He reached down with his hands and cupped her wet breasts, squeezing them urgently.
"Just in time, it looks like to me," he said.
He bent and kissed her mouth. Amy tried to respond as if she were enjoying it. Actually, after what she had been through, she didn't even want to think of sex. It made her feel treacherous and evil. She remembered how she had only half-heartedly resisted Aston. And how she had finally loved it, loved the way he fucked her! Loved it much more than she ever, had with Tom!
"Honey, you're getting all wet!" she said, breaking the kiss and trying to squirm away from him.
"Who cares?" he laughed. "I need a bath anyway. Why don't I get in with you and well take one together?"
He started stripping off his shirt. But Amy shook her head. The thought of him fucking her scared her. What if she called out Brad's name or something?
"No!" she said, a little too forcefully.
"What?"
"No," she said, more calmly. "I mean, if I stay in here any longer I'll look like a prune."
Tom looked down lustfully at her luscious wet body.
"You look pretty ripe to me," he said.
"You evil man," she pouted, trying to appear playful. "Is that all you ever think about? Now go away and let me dry off in peace."
"You really mean that?" Tom asked sheepishly.
She nodded, and watched him slink off toward their bedroom. (Fortunately, she had changed the sheets and remade the bed before taking her bath.) She found herself wondering why he took her rejection so easily. She could not imagine Brad, for instance, taking no for an answer. He certainly hadn't taken it for an answer that afternoon.
But when she got to the bedroom, she realized she wasn't going to be able to get out of it that easily. Tom was just standing there, looking crestfallen and, horny. She was still naked, and she realized the effect her body was having on him
But she still didn't want him to fuck her Not after what she bad been through with Brad. She knew she would have to let him eventually, but not now. Not while comparisons were fresh in her head, even in the warm still-remembering flesh of her young body. But god, how am I going to get out of it? she wondered.
He grabbed her and kissed her, grinding his pelvis into hers. She could feel the hard lump of cock in his pants, urgently nudging her pubic mound. His fingers dug into the full mounds of her naked breast.
"You are my wife, you know," he murmured heatedly. "I've been thinking about how beautiful you are all day."
Then the idea hit her. There was a way out of this, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it before? She had never gone through with it all the way, but she could do that now. It would be a kind of punishment for having enjoyed being fucked by Aston, in spite of herself instantly she warmed to Tom. She slid her hands down to his rearing crotch and gave him a passionate squeeze.
"If you put it that way, how could I refuse," she murmured sexily.
She dropped to her knees and unfastened his belt buckle. Then she unzipped his fly and let his pants drop to his ankles. Next she pressed her face to his groin and. nuzzled him through the cloth of his shorts.
"You know what I want to do, don't you?" she said coyly. "Of course you do. I want to put my mouth on your big juicy prick."
"You do?" Tom said.
He was surprised because in the past he had to just about beg her to do it. And even when she did it, she would never do it long enough, not until he came in her mouth.
"Oh, I do!" Amy said.
With slow clever fingers she peeled his shorts down his thighs. She watched the shaft of his cock suddenly jump and twitch and spring fully erect before her eyes. Somehow, though it wasn't as big as Brad's, at this moment it seemed plenty big to her.
"Oh, I do, I do, if you only knew how I do!" she gasped.
She kissed the swelling head of his prick. She snaked her tongue around it, teasing him. Then she glanced up coyly, flirtatiously at him from the floor.
"You want me to suck him? You want him to spit in my mouth? You want me to drive you crazy honey?"
"Silly question," Tom groaned.
He kicked his feet out of his crumpled pants and sat down on the bed. His red excited prick pointed straight at the ceiling. Amy peeled his tee shirt up across the long tan muscles of his back, over his head She nuzzled his spine with her lips, and ran her hands rapidly over the hard leanness of his body.
It would not be so bad, she thought. She really did love her husband, and she had to get over the guilt of fucking with Brad. The thought of sucking Tom's prick somehow caught her imagination. She would give him such a good suck that after it he would be spent. He would be as exhausted as she felt herself, and in no mood to bother her further. And she would have paid her debt. Her guilt would be gone.
Tom lay down on his back on the bed. Immediately Amy crouched beside him, looking down at his marvelously thick red cock, jumping fervidly. Delicately she dipped one hand under his scrotum and tickled his soft balls. She rolled them in her fingers as if teasing him with dangerous threats of a sharp pinch or two. The breath whistled past Tom's teeth as he sucked it in.
Then she bent her head closer, swishing the thick curtain of her chestnut hair across his prick. She watched the highlights glint and shimmer in her hair, seeing the ugly-lovely veined stalk of pulsing flesh poke through the shiny strands.
Finally she hunched over his groin and began bathing his bulging cock with wet strings of saliva. She licked it from root top. She swirled her wet tongue around the glossy purplish bead, squeezing it gently, then firmly with her hand.
She did everything to his spittle-shiny, blood raging prick but suck it into her mouth. She sucked the tender, inflamed skin up and down its rigid length sharply. enough to leave blood bites. Tom's fingers clawed her shoulders. His hands .found her head and dug into her scalp, trying to force her to gobble him.
One of his skittering hands slipped between their bodies and found one of her dangling breasts. He cupped the full heavy globe, gouging the wide soft nipple with his thumb so that it sprang erect and she winced with pleasure.
With one hand she massaged his balls. With the other she pumped his throbbing cock, dripping a white froth of lubrication spit onto it, working the tip of her tongue into its tiny eye until she gave a contorted grunt of lust and his hips leapt out of control Finally she took the head of his prick into her mouth.
"Uhhh ... oh Jesus! Oh, that's it!" Tom moaned. "Oh Amy, honey, do It, suck it Jesus!"
She held the pulsing pole of flesh straight with her hands and dove on it, feeling it push against the back of her throat. Then she withdrew her mouth slowly, agonizingly, drawing her full lips up over the flaring head, pulling on the clustered nerves that crowned the purple bulb of his stiff prick.
Her lips came free each time with a wet pop. And each time she coiled her tongue around the tip of his wet prick, then dove on it again. She squeezed and pumped it with her hands, feeling the long ridge of the juice-tube that ran along the top fill and strain with backed-up jism.
She dove on him, let him out slowly, dove on him again. Then she stopped at the top, squeezing him with her lips. She gave him long deep throat-sucks, drawing from deep in her chest. Tom's tense body shuddered and yearned for release. The sound of his gurgling cries of pleasure increased Amy's excitement.
Engorged and on the verge of spurting, his prick grew larger, thicker. It swelled and bloomed a flaming deep red, the veins turgid and rippling, bursting with mad heat. His fingers clutched her head and pushed it down frantically on his cock. His hips rose off the bed into her, shoving, cramming her mouth full of wet stiff prick.
He fucked and groaned and stabbed her throat with it wildly. A constant whimpering moan came from his throat as he drew near. And knowing that he was near excited Amy further.
She began keening and mewling deep in her chest too. She gagged and slobbered over the big straining prick that felt like it would split her cheeks and pierce a hole in the back of her throat as it fucked in and out of her mouth,. Wildly she slurped and sucked and pumped and squeezed the violently twitching steel-hard spike of his cock.
She felt the first traces of juice on her tongue, and she went all out trying to suck it out of him. For the moment she completely forgot that she had never in the past let him come in her mouth. She forgot that she had previously thought the whole thing was vile and revolting.
Oh Tom, baby, I'm going to get it all out of you, oh yes, oh all of it! she moaned to herself, sucking for all she was worth. When I'm through there won't be any left for days! I'll. suck you dry, honey, this is for you, not for him, for you and for me! Get ready! Oh, you're ready, I know you are, oh god ... oh god, give me all of it!
She had never before heard him scream as sharply as he did. He tried to fuck her all the way down her throat as his prick flashed and squirted.
Amy's mouth filled with the spurting jets of cum.
Voraciously she sucked for more, and more. And more came. It spurted like salty warm dollops of cream into her wildly sucking mouth. And she gulped crazily, swallowing and still pulling on the head of his prick, drawing out even more, more, more!
Her lips were spattered with his creamy juice. It trickled down her chin. But she kept pulling on his rearing, clenching root, trying to draw up the last creamy bead of hot jism that lay oozing to life in his throbbing balls. She sucked and squeezed and devoured him until he winced with pain. He had no more to give, and his cock was already wilting between her lips as she feverishly plucked at it. She bathed it in more spit, and sucked for more jism, like a thirsting maniac.
"God, honey, oh shit!" Tom cried out, pulling her head off his tormented cock. "Enough, please!"
Amy was suddenly startled out of her passionate mania. She realized that what she had really been doing was raping him. And that briefly embarrassed her. But when she looked at Tom and saw the fulfillment and gratitude in his eyes, she realized that her plan had worked.
"Was it good?" she murmured, wiping his cum off her chin with the edge of the sheet.
"Fantastic!" he grinned. "Boy, are you ever full of surprises."
If you only knew, Amy thought. Honey, if you only knew.
Chapter Three
Amy had another week before Aston would return to demand another 'payment' from her. And when she was truthful with herself, she realized she had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it was sickening, it was blackmail, it was very close to rape. On the other hand, every time her husband Tom fucked her she remembered what it had been like with Brad.
Nevertheless, she was determined to put that all behind her. She would have the money to pay off Aston when he arrived if it was the last thing she did. So she began to work very hard at selling Star Cosmetics.
The problem was that she had already run out of friends and neighbors to sell the stuff to. So now she knew she was really out in the big wide world all by herself. Each day she went farther from-her own neighborhood, walking the streets, ringing the doorbells.
It was very hard work, with very little reward. By Thursday, the day Brad was due, she had only sold about one hundred dollars worth. And of course she wouldn't be able to collect the money on any of it until she could get the cosmetics from him and deliver them to the customers.
So on Thursday afternoon, again ringing doorbells in a strange neighborhood, she was weary and close to despair. It didn't seem like anything would ever happen to extricate her from this mess.
Oh shit, she thought, maybe I should just give it all up. Go home and wait for him to come. Let him fuck me and fuck me until he gets tired of it. Then give him back the sample kit and be done with the whole business.
It was in this mood that she trudged up the pathway to one final door and listlessly rang the bell. It was answered by a very exotic-looking girl who was about her own age. The girl was obviously the result of some unusual racial mixture, and she had turned out stunningly beautiful.
She had walnut-colored skin and raven-black hair that hung to her waist. Her black eyes glimmered with fire, but they were puffy and it was clear that she had been crying.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Amy said instinctively. "I-didn't mean to barge in on you if you're not feeling well. I'm only selling these ... cosmetics."
She held up the sample box, feeling pretty foolish.
The girl smiled. "Oh, don't mind me," she said, wiping her eyes self-consciously. She opened the door to let Amy in. "I've been doing this all day, off and on. It'll be good to get my-mind off it."
Amy felt a little nervous and awkward about it. What if someone had died, or something? But she followed the girl inside the house. She spread all her cosmetics out on the coffee table, as she usually did, and talked about them.
The girl's name, it turned out, was Tamyra. She was wearing a bathrobe, which was another reason Amy felt nervous. What if I came in the middle of her bath, or something? Amy thought. But Tamyra sat silently through Amy's whole routine about her wares.
"I just found out my husband's been cheating on me," she finally said.
"Oh, how awful," Amy said.
She felt surprised and embarrassed. She didn't know why Tamyra would tell her, a total stranger, such a thing. And out of the blue, too.
"He's been screwing his secretary for months," Tamyra said. "I never suspected a thing."
Tears welled up in Tamyra's eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Amy felt sorry for her. Tamyra was such a beautiful girl. Amy couldn't imagine how any man would want to cheat on her. The helpless tears - made the girl even more beautiful. She wept uncontrollably. Amy wanted to comfort her.
"Maybe there's an ... explanation," she said weakly, thinking of her own cheating on Tom. "I mean, you're so beautiful and everything. How could he ..."
They were both sitting on Tamyra's small sofa. Instinctively Amy reached out and drew the shuddering girl to her. She encircled Tamyra's shoulders with one arm and drew the girl's head down on her own shoulder.
"You don't have to cry," she murmured over and over. "You don't have to cry."
Tamyra Wept silently for a few moments. She moved closer to Amy, pressing so close that Amy could feel the curves of her young body through the robe.
"It feels so good just to have someone hold me," Tamyra whispered. "I've been so lonely."
"I don't mind. I don't mind," Amy repeated.
She didn't mind, either. It felt kind of good to her, holding Tamyra like this. A Warm wonderful feeling spread through her. She rocked Tamyra gently in her arms. When Tamyra lifted her tear-streaked face and her mouth, Amy's mouth met hers before either of them even knew what they were doing.
Tamyra's tongue slithered between her parted lips. She moved her mouth with ardent longing against the girl's. My god, we're kissing! she thought wildly. This can't be happening!
But it was happening. Their kiss became hot and searching. Their tongues probed and coiled together. Amy could feel Tamyra's hands roving all over her body. She could feel the urge to put her own hands under the girl's robe.
Never in her life had she dreamed of doing anything like this! The blood pounded in her ears. Tamyra's wet moving lips were on her neck, kissing her throat.
When she squirmed as if to move away, her hand found that Tamyra's robe was gaping open. Her fingers brushed the full round globes of Tamyra's naked breasts.
"Go ahead," Tamyra whispered.
"Go ahead and what?" Amy whispered back.
"Touch me."
"Touch you?"
"Squeeze me. Don't you want to?"
Tamyra breathed in Amy's ear, her tongue following her breath. Amy's whole body was seized with sexual shivers. Did she want to? She had never done anything like that.
She opened her hands. Tamyra leaned forward, filling Amy's palms with the springy flesh of her firm warm breasts. At the same time she began unbuttoning Amy's blouse.
"What ... what are we doing?" Amy whimpered.
"Don't think about it. Just do it," Tamyra whispered.
Amy wanted to do back to Tamyra what Tamyra was doing--to her. But she was too afraid. It was so wrong. So she simply yielded to the girl. Tamyra stripped off her blouse and began fussing with the catch of her bra.
Amy shut her eyes. The full warm globes of Tamyra's breasts in her hands felt wonderful. But she had to let them go because Tamyra had got her bra unclasped and was trying to get it off her arms.
"God; you're so beautiful!" Tamyra whispered.
Amy wanted to ask, "Have you done this before?" Something about Tamyra's skill at getting them both into this puzzled her. And the girl was obviously full of desire for her. On the other hand, it was nice to be desired. And in such a total way, too, by this total stranger.
The realization that it was a girl who was doing this to her seemed to have slipped her mind for the moment. Tamyra's wet clever lips were now on her naked breasts, all over them. Tamyra's mouth leeched nearly unbearable pleasures out of Amy's throbbing nipples.
"Aaahhnnnnn!" Amy gasped uncontrollably.
God, I must be turning into a sex maniac or something! she thought. First Brad, now this. And with a girl this time! I'm really sick!
But she didn't feel sick. She felt wonderful. No man had ever made love to her breasts the way Tamyra was doing. She explored each firm globe with her tongue and her lips. She knew how to make Amy's nipples ache with fire.
"God, it feels so good!" Amy moaned.
"Mmmmrnmm, would you like to do it to me?" Tamyra asked.
"I ... I've never done anything like this before," Amy whispered shyly.
Tamyra pushed her down gently onto her back on the sofa. She put one hand on each side of Amy's head and leaned over her, dangling her firm richly brown breasts in Amy's face. Her dark nipples were large and puffy. Amy had never felt anything like what she felt now. Her mouth yearned for the succulent buds.
"There's always a first time," Tamyra whispered. "Kiss me, honey. Kiss me and suck me."
She bent her elbows, lowering her quivering breasts into Amy's face. Amy brought her hands up and cupped the smooth mounds of flesh. She squeezed them and watched Tamyra's dark nipples flare. With her tongue she flicked one of the swollen buds.
"Ohhhhh!" Tamyra gasped.
Amy sucked the nipple between her lips. She squeezed the firm globe of Tamyra's breast in both hands and sucked the girl greedily. She could hardly believe the wild pleasure it gave her, or the bliss it seemed to give Tamyra.
"Ohhhhhhh god, yes! God, yessssss!" the girl groaned, arching her back, pushing her breasts down into Amy's working mouth.
Amy realized, now that it was too late, that a whole new forbidden world of lust had opened up for her. Eagerly devouring Tamyra's beautiful dangling saliva-wet breasts, she realized that there was no turning back now. However girls fucked, she was going to find out.
It was horribly, scandalously wrong. But somehow, having done it with Brad had opened the door to everything. She wanted Tamyra, she wanted to fuck with her. She didn't wait this incredible pleasure to stop. She hummed and cooed with crazy lust, sucking and tonguing the stiff erect cones of Tamyra's large excited nipples.
"Oh god, I want you, I want you!" she repeated wildly over and over, slurping Tamyra's breasts, digging her fingers into the resilient flesh of the girl's supple brown back.
"Oh baby, I want you too!" Tamyra moaned.
Still letting Amy kiss and suck her breasts, Tamyra unzipped Amy's skirt with her fingers. Then she slithered down Amy's squirming body, tugging off her skirt and panties in one smooth motion.
Her passionate lips explored Amy's sleek belly and the warm flesh of her inner thighs. Amy knew that Tamyra was going to eat her pussy. But she knew the girl didn't realize that her own desire was just as strong. Just because it was new to her, and somehow shamefully wicked, didn't mean that her palpitating body couldn't feel the hot crackling lust that Tamyra's caresses inspired.
"Oh baby, me too, I want to eat you ... and fuck you too!" she moaned to Tamyra.
"Ummmmmmm," Tamyra responded, turning around so that their bodies were in sixty-nine position. "Honey, I was hoping you'd want to. God, you're just so beautiful, I want to fuck you and fuck you!"
"Unnhhhh!" Amy gasped sharply as she felt Tamyra's lips meet her blossoming cunt for the first time. "Oh! Oh!"
The pleasure was intense. Tamyra's mouth on her pussy was much different than Brad's had been. It was gentle but firm, fiery and tender at the same time. Tamyra's fingers and tongue explored the steamy folds of Amy's tingling slit, making her pant uncontrollably with hot delight.
Tamyra's thighs were spread over her face. She looked up into the red glistening wet gash of the girl's cunt. She ran her fingers over Tamyra's smooth round ass, wondering what it would be like when she finally put her mouth on that thick juicy quim that hovered above her face.
Only a half an hour ago the very idea would have made her vomit. But: not now. The rich musky - odor of Tamyra's dripping pussy excited her tremendously. She dug her fingers into the round moons of the girl's ass and pulled the long wet slit down to her lips.
"Aaahhhhhnnnnnnn!" Tamyra groaned with pleasure as Amy's tongue slithered up into her cunt for the first time.
For a brief moment she lifted her head away from Amy's splayed groin and savored the bliss of Amy's tongue and lips exploring her aching furrow.
"Oh god, baby, yesssss!" she moaned in encouragement to Amy.
But Amy didn't need any encouragement. She slurped and swallowed Tamyra's warm buttery juices, sticking her tongue deep into the girl's tight pussy. She sucked Tamyra's cunt-lips and diddled her clit with her tongue until she could feel Tamyra's thighs begin to clench and shake with intense excitement.
Wildly aroused, Tamyra bent her face back to Amy's runny slit and began to tongue-fuck Amy fiercely. She slid two fingers into Amy's throbbing cunt, raping her repeatedly with quick sharp jabs. At the same time her tongue and lips tortured Amy's screaming clit until Amy was gagging with lust, raking the sofa pillows with: her fingernails.
Amy had never felt this kind of sex before. It was nothing like man sex. If anything, what Tamyra was doing to her was more brutal than anything Brad had done. It made Amy just delirious with the desire to come.
She couldn't keep eating Tamyra's pussy, even though the long glistening wet trench swirled above her face, inviting her tongue. But the skillful sexual mauling Tamyra was giving her cunt drove everything from her mind but the need to come.
"Ohbnnnnn!" she moaned. "Ohn! Ungh! Unh! Oh god, I can't stand it!"
"Oh, yes you can! Yes you can!" Tamyra panted.
She now had Amy just where she wanted her, a quivering helpless mass of beautiful flesh, begging for her orgasm. Tamyra knew what she was doing. She knew she could give Amy a climax so powerful and unique that whenever she looked back on it she would never be able to regret the experience.
Tamyra lubricated the forefinger of her free hand with saliva. Still jabbing Amy's splayed pussy with her other hand, she slowly introduced the finger into the tight puckered ring of Amy's asshole. Suddenly Amy's squirming ass began jouncing in frenzy.
"Aannggum eeeeee!" she wailed as Tamyra's long finger penetrated her rectum.
But Tamyra knew it was a scream of shock, not pain. She bent her mouth to Amy's swollen clit again and began sucking and tonguing it rapidly. At the same time she slid her finger all the way into Amy's tight asshole. Now she fucked Amy's cunt and asshole at the same time, slowly at first, then roughly, heatedly.
Amy went bananas. Her pelvis flipped and squirmed wildly under the plunging assault of Tamyra's fingers. Tamyra's tongue and lips on her clit made her want to shriek with bliss and die with coming. She could feel her orgasm deep in her belly like a long thin knife hurtling toward her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhnnnnnn! Oh god ... yes! God yes, god yes!" she panted and gasped, pitching her hips up into Tamyra's fierce fuck-assault.
Suddenly her body arched and stiffened. Tamyra, knowing it was there, sucked her clit and raped her cunt and asshole viciously. The hot flying knife of her orgasm arrived and cut Amy in two.
"UNNGGHH!" she grunted, feeling the wind knocked out of her by the force of her climax. "AANNGGHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE! OHN GOD! GOD GOD GOD! UUNNNHHGGIIIEEEEEEE!" she cried out when her breath came back.
The coming poured and ripped through her. Her blood ran with fire. Her pussy throbbed and boiled, and it felt like her flesh was scorched by the rolling waves of beat. It took a long time for it to finish?
My god, She thought as the aftershocks slowly died away, is this what it's like when a girl does it to you? She quickly realized that it wasn't any better than when Brad had done it to her. But it was different. It was wildly, excruciatingly pleasurable.
"Oh god, baby, I've never come like that!" she finally gasped to Tamyra, who had turned around now and kissed her.
"Good," Tamyra murmured.
Her eyes were glazed and smoky. She seemed strangely abstracted. It slowly dawned on Amy that Tamyra's lust was still unsatisfied. The experience had been so overpowering for her that she hadn't done anything for the girl.
"Now ... will you do something for me?" Tamyra asked in a solemn, husky voice.
"Of course," Amy said, feeling guilty that she hadn't done it before it was asked.
Still, she had a strange feeling that Tamyra and she weren't on the same wavelength. Tamyra wasn't just asking: now that I've made you come, will you make me?
"You're sure you won't mind?" Tamyra asked, making Amy grow even more suspicious.
Amy shook her head. She tried to push Tamyra onto her back. She scooped up the girl's naked breasts again in her hands and began licking the large dark nipples, loving the way they stiffened under her stroking tongue
"Of course I won't mind," Amy said warmly. "I want to eat you and suck you."
"But ... I want you to do something else too," Tamyra murmured softly, shyly.
Uh oh, Amy thought. Here it comes. Is she some kind of sick-o whip freak, or something?
"What?" Amy whispered.
"Fuck me with your fist."
Amy blushed so hard she thought her whole naked body might grow red. She wondered if she had heard Tamyra right. Nothing so bizarre had ever occurred to her before. The mere thought of it made her already achy cunt clench with fear.
"My fist?" she said, trying to keep her composure.
Tamyra leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Her tongue searched passionately for Amy's.
"Please!" she murmured against Amy's lips. "It drives me crazy! I can't ever get anybody to do it to me. They all think it's too sick!"
"Doesn't it hurt?" Amy asked.
Tamyra's eyes begged her. "It makes me o.d. coming," she said.
Amy realized that she was more or less trapped. How, after what Tamyra had done for her, could she refuse? She realized that Tamyra had planned it that way. She shrugged her shoulders.
"If that's what you want," she said.
"God, if you only knew how much I want it, honey," Tamyra said.
Already her breath was quick with excitement. She got off the sofa and lay down on the floor in the middle of the living room, spreading her thighs. The puckering wet fleshy gash of her pussy gasped vulnerably.
"Come down here," she said to Amy. "There's more room."
"I ... I've never done anything like this before," Amy said hesitantly.
She crouched between Tamyra's spread quivering thighs. Tamyra was already panting and squirming with sexual excitement.
"Don't worry," she panted. "It won't take long. I'm so close now I'm almost ready to pop. Just start with two fingers. Then three, then four. When you finally can make a fist, then really fuck me hard with it, okay?"
"Okay," Amy murmured. "If that's really what you want."
"Oh god, baby, please! Please, do it to me!"
Amy bent her face down and began licking Tamyra's wet pussy. She parted the fleshy petals with her fingers and dipped her tongue deep into the juicy furrow, tasting Tamyra's juices. Finally she slid two fingers into the sleeve of the girl's silky slit, wondering how it would ever stretch wide enough to accommodate her whole fist.
But she had promised. She had to go on.
"Unnhbhhhhh ... unnnhhhhhhh," Tamyra was already half grunting and half-moaning.
She bit her lower lip and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see Amy's hand working in and out of her cunt.
"More, more," she panted. "Do four. Do four!"
Amy got four fingers into the greasy trench. The flesh of Tamyra's cunt stretched and soon Amy was able to get the wedge formed by her four fingers and her thumb into it. Tamyra's eyes rolled up behind her lips. She was mewling with wanton sexual need.
"Unnnhhhhhhh ... unnhhhhhhh," she hummed. "God yes! Oh god, I'm so close! Fuck me hard, baby! Make a fist, make a fist! Now, now!"
But in spite of her initial reluctance, Amy was really getting into it now. She didn't need to be asked. She could get her whole hand into Tamyra's sloshy cunt now. It flew in and out of the gaping furrow. Tamyra groaned and gagged and shivered with wild lust.
Amy clenched her fingers into - a fist. Her protruding knuckles raked the soft squishy walls of Tamyra's clinging cunt. She buried her fist in the girl's pussy up to the wrist.
"AAWWOONNGGGG!" Tamyra groaned, howling and twisting in wild throes of pleasure as Amy really began to fist-fuck her brutally.
You wanted it, baby! You asked for it! Amy chanted over and over to herself as she ripped her fist again and again into the poor shuddering, gagging girl's splayed pussy. Part of her was ashamed of herself for getting off on it so much.
On the other hand, it was getting her sexually aroused again herself. She put her free hand in her own wet pussy and began fucking herself as she fucked Tamyra.
Tamyra was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. Though she obviously loved watching Amy's hand jack hammering in and out of her cunt, her body went into writhing convulsions. She fell back on the floor and put both hands into her groin, frantically rubbing her clit now, keening and whimpering.
Suddenly Amy saw an expression of sublime torment seize the girl's beautiful face. Tamyra clenched her whole body. Then she exploded.
"NNNNNNEEEEEEE!" she shrieked. "0000 HHHHHHNNNNEEEEE! AAIIIEEEEEE!"
With her fist buried deep in Tamyra's coming pussy, Amy held on tight. She embraced the writhing girl with one arm and pressed her naked body against Tamyra's. She rubbed her own cunt against Tamyra's twitching knee and came again herself, feeling the currents of Tamyra's orgasm flow into her.
But the way Tamyra came was incredible to Amy. It almost seemed as if the girl were going to die from the intensity of the orgasm that shook her straining body. She came and came and came, bearing down on Amy's wrist, rubbing her clit against it, and coming yet again. She gagged and wheezed and tears squirted from her eyes. But just when it seemed that she was finished, she would squeeze another orgasm out.
By the time she was truly finished, both girls were so exhausted they could hardly move. Amy removed her hand from Tamyra's tortured pussy and they collapsed in each other's arms in fatigue. They didn't speak because there didn't seem to be anything to say. Despite what they had done, they were still almost total strangers.
God, how awful! Amy thought at first Brad, now this. What's come over me?
Nevertheless, she soon got up and put on her clothes. Before she left she wanted to ask Tamyra if what she suspected was true. The story about Tamyra's husband cheating on her was a lie, part of her strategy to get Amy to the point where she could fuck her.
But really, the more she thought about it, she didn't want to ask. She didn't want to know too much. She leaned over to kiss the naked Tamyra, who was still sprawled across the floor. Then she left.
Tamyra smiled lazily. "Will I see you again?"
"You want to order some lipstick?"
"I'll order a case," Tamyra grinned.
"Then I'll have to come back to deliver it, won't I?" Amy said, tossing her head flirtatiously as she walked out the door.
But as he walked down the path to the street, she could only shiver at the thought of what she had done.
Chapter Four
Amy hated herself. She hated her young body for being so sex-hungry. She had never been this way in the past. It was only two days after her lesbian-fucking experience with Tamyra, yet already her cunt was itching, at the thought of being filled with Brad's big prick.
And so she was both shocked and delighted when he phoned her a day early. She was glad he hadn't called when Tom was home. "Plans have changed," he said. "I can't make it tomorrow. You have to come downtown. Max Krip wants to see us both in his office."
"Why is that?" Amy asked, suddenly feeling very nervous.
Krip was the regional vice president of Star Cosmetics. She had been present at a sales meeting once when he had given a pep talk. He was a thick barrel-chested ape-looking man, bald as an onion, with dense black fur growing on his arms. He seemed coarse and revolting but at the same time totally masterful, as if he harbored some brutal strength of will and body that ordinary men like Brad and her husband didn't have.
Amy remembered the way Krip had leered at her legs and her breasts at that meeting. The look in his eye had made her feel somehow like a piece of meat swinging on a hook. She didn't like the feeling. And she didn't like the idea that she was going to have to see him again, either.
"He thinks he's found something wrong with our accounts," Brad answered her question.
Amy tried not to panic. "But I thought you were going to take care of all that!" she pried, trying to keep the hysteria out of her voice. "I thought I was in debt to you personally!"
"Now hold on, Amy. Don't get upset. I was a little short myself. I just didn't think it would be noticed for a week or two."
"Wonderful!" she half-sobbed, not knowing whether to cry or scream.
"Calm down, baby. Just leave it to me. I know Max. I can handle him. He just wants to call us on the carpet. No big deal. We promise to repay the money. He'll get his kicks bawling us out. Everything will be fine. Wear something sexy. He'll go for that."
Amy was so distraught that she hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. Wear something sexy, indeed!
And yet by the next afternoon, as she was getting dressed to go downtown, she realized that Brad had a point. If she acted girlish and coy and sexy with that old bastard Krip, maybe he would be more inclined to let them off easy.
So, without putting on a bra, she pulled a slinky blue top on that clung to every round curve of her full young breasts. The clinging cloth outlined her nipples like ripe plums. Also, she wore the shortest skirt she could find in the closet, and no stockings.
This ought to get the hairy old fart, she thought. I'll have his eyes popping Out of his head.
But by the time she reached the regional office of Star Cosmetics, she had lost her cocky confidence again. Feeling frightened and vulnerable, she approached the smirking secretary shyly.
"I ... have an appointment with Mr. Aston and Mr. Krip," she stammered softly.
"You're early. Have a seat," said the secretary in a clipped, arrogant voice.
Amy sat down. The thought of having to face Krip alone terrified her. But she didn't see Brad anywhere.
"Is Mr. Aston here yet?" she asked.
"He's in with Mr. Krip now," the secretary said. Amy went briefly limp with relief. At Least Brad would be there to protect her from Krip's anger.
In a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Amy, Krip's deep voice came over the intercom, summoning her into his office. Amy entered it nervously. She saw Aston sitting in an armchair by Krip's desk. He smiled at her, a sensual kind of smile that seemed out of place and made her uneasy.
Krip was standing behind his desk. His dark beady eyes swept boldly over her body as she approached.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Rogers," he said.
His smile had a sickening suggestion of cruelty to it. But Amy realized he was just trying to be friendly. Relaxing a little, she sat down across from him. But Krip didn't wait long to pounce. His friendly eyes suddenly narrowed into a frown.
"I hear you've been less than honest, Mrs. Rogers, in your handling of Star Cosmetic funds," he said, his voice pulsing with menace.
Amy looked over at Brad for help. His steel-grey eyes were like a concrete wall.
"I ... I didn't mean to," she stammered. "It was a foolish mistake. But I thought Brad, I mean Mr. Aston and I had worked it all out."
"Oh?" Krip said, coming around from behind his desk. "And how did you work it out?"
Amy felt herself blushing deeply. She knew from the tone of his insinuating voice that Krip knew she and Brad had fucked. She felt trapped and horribly ashamed. Krip was now standing behind her chair. She heard a vulgar chuckle coming from deep in his throat.
"That's okay," he chuckled. "You don't have to tell me."
Suddenly from out of nowhere his two meaty and hairy hands come down from behind and grasped her breasts through her sweater. He squeezed them enthusiastically.
"My my," he chuckled, "what splendid big jugs you've got, Mrs. Rogers!"
Amy was so shocked that for a moment she forgot where she was and the circumstances of her being there.
"Why, how dare you touch me like that!" she spit out.
She twisted her body out of his grip and stood up, spinning to face him with the chair between them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Brad .had not made a move to get out of his chair.
A horrible salacious grin spread over Max Krip's face. "Mrs. Rogers," he said, "I'm afraid Brad Aston and I have already resolved his part in this. Now you owe the money directly to me, not him."
"To you?" Amy whimpered, trying to conceal her horror.
"Yes," Krip said, coming around the chair toward her. "To me."
He put out his hairy paws again and fondled her breasts, this time pinching her nipples through the cloth, as if to persuade her that he meant business.
"Ouch!" Amy said. "You're hurting me!"
"Oh, I don't want to hurt you," Krip said in his soft menacing way. "Neither of us want to hurt you. If you just cooperate with us.
"Us?" Amy said, looking from Krip to Brad and back again. "You don't mean both of you?"
Krip nodded slowly. "I'm afraid that's just what I mean."
"My God, no! You can't be serious!" Amy cried out. "It was just a little mistake! I'll get the money somehow!"
"If you don't cooperate I'm afraid I'll have to report the whole thing to the police," Krip said.
"Oh God, noooo!" Amy sighed.
Krip was already pulling her sweater up over her head. She tried not to resist, realizing what a spot she was in. Now he filled his hands again, this time with her smooth naked breasts.
"Mmmmmm," Krip hummed admiringly. "What beautiful knockers. Brad, ring Miss Farnsworth and tell her we don't want any calls for the next hour."
While Aston did as he was told, Krip led Amy to the rear of his office, where there was a door.
"We'll just go into my private office, Mrs. Rogers. Do you mind if I call you Amy? I mean, I am going to fuck you, after all. Maybe it would be nicer if we were on a first name basis. You can call me Max."
But tears were spilling down Amy's cheeks, and she couldn't speak to the revolting man. You prick! she thought. You horrible evil man, doing this to me!
He led her into the next room. There was almost nothing in it but a huge bed. Amy decided that he must do this all the time, that she was only the most recent victim. Somehow this made her feel even worse, as if she were cheap, only as good as the rest of them had been. It gave her a perverse desire to outdo all the others. To be the best fuck who had ever spread-eagled herself on this vast bed for this disgusting man.
Brad quickly joined them. He shut the door behind him and threw the large bolt. Amy beseeched him with her eyes to rescue her from this. In response he just grinned and unzipped his pants.
She watched him undress, remembering how just yesterday she had been dying to have him fuck her. When his long jumping cock came into view, she gave a tiny gasp of recognition. She wanted to be alone with him to have him jam it into her already wet crack.
"Mmmmmmm, you like Brad's tool, do you?" Krip murmured. "You remember how it brought you off, eh? Well Amy, I guarantee you you'll remember today even more."
But he grasped her breasts brutally in his thick meaty hands and mauled her distended nipples with his lips. In spite of her fear, Amy could feel her body getting aroused. The way he sucked her nipples so sharply made her cunt flow with warm
Brad, now naked, joined them. While Krip sucked her throbbing boobs, Brad stripped off her skirt and panties; Now she was naked too. Brad took her down on the bed and began sucking and licking her aching quim, while Max Krip undressed.
Amy shut her eyes and tried, briefly at least, to enjoy the way Brad ate her pussy. She recalled the way he had reduced her to a quivering mass of need last week by sucking her cunt this way. And now his tongue rooting in her wet furrow made her gasp with hot pleasure.
She kept her eyes shut because she didn't want to watch the piggish Krip undressing. The very thought of him touching her turned her stomach.
"Ohhnn!" she whimpered as Brad began fucking her swollen clit rapidly with his tongue.
"Say, she really likes the way you gobble her little box, doesn't she Aston?" Krip said.
Amy felt the bed give as his thick body settled onto it beside them. Her eyelids fluttered open and she didn't want to believe what she saw.
Krip was so furry that he looked like a bald grizzly bear. The look of lust on his face was obscene and even frightening. But worst of all, she couldn't help looking down to his groin. There she saw what had to be the most gigantic erect horse's cock that any man had ever been able to boast of.
It stood up tall and throbbing, a gigantic thick monster of a prick. Krip saw her looking at it and grinned. Amy figured he must be used to women looking at it with awe. He took it in both hands like a hose. Even then the stiff fat spear of flesh protruded two inches from the ends of his fingers.
"You like this?" he said, winking obscenely at her.
He scooted over next to her face. The monstrous twitching thing jumped only inches from her cheek. Amy had to shut her eyes again. My god, he wants me to suck it! she thought with revulsion.
At the same moment Brad was reducing her to a frenzy of lust. His lips were gently gnawing on her clit. The sensations were agonizingly sweet. Again she wished they were alone, without this repulsive satyr Krip poking his huge cock in her face.
Suddenly she felt him embracing her. His burly, hairy body pressed tight against her. His rough, demanding lips brushed her cheeks, found her lips. He kissed her with urgent lust. Amy tried not to vomit.
"You know," Krip said in a strangely tender voice, "I know exactly what you're thinking about me. But I'm really not cruel and sadistic. I'm not a monster. I'm just a man who loves to fuck beautiful women. And I fuck them good. You'll see. You'll be begging for more."
"But you're forcing me!" Amy spit out.
"Maybe," he said in his soothing, almost fatherly voice. "But it's one way I have to get you into bed. You probably wouldn't come of your own accord, now, would you?"
"I doubt it!" Amy said huffily.
"But I can guarantee you you'll be back," Krip said.
He's nuts! Amy thought. Totally nuts! Still, she couldn't help enjoying the feel of his tender hands running all over her body. He knew how to caress a woman. She didn't know what to think of him. He wasn't sexy, not at all. But he exuded a kind of raw sexual energy that made her feel like submitting completely to his dominance.
He wasn't as nauseating as she originally thought. In the back of her mind she already knew that her refusal to enjoy this would be in vain. The way Brad was licking the flames alive in her pulsing cunt was driving her crazy. And when Max scooted up toward her face again and held his gigantic throbbing organ inches from her mouth, she knew that she would yield to him totally.
"Wouldn't you like to suck it now?" he murmured gently.
Amy was so hypnotized by the power of his lust and strong maleness that he might as well have been offering her a cup of tea. She nodded. She opened her wet lips and took the massive stiff cock into her mouth, sucking him tenderly but thirstily.
Max lay beside her on the bed, turning her head to the side and probing her mouth softly with his huge prick.
"Oh, that's it, that's it," he groaned, praising her mouth-action.
Amy's mouth felt gorged on the massive thing. She swirled her tongue around the enormous bulbous head of it, wondering how her poor little pussy would ever stretch to receive such a monstrous tool. Maybe if I could make him come now, in my mouth, he'd forget about fucking me in the cunt! she thought. So she went after his orgasm with wild, crazy sucking.
Max enjoyed it for a few moments. But he knew what she was trying to do and wouldn't let her get away with it. Quickly he pulled his twitching cock out of her voracious mouth.
"No, no, honey, not yet," he. chuckled. "We don't want all the fun to be over with so soon, do we?"
He lifted her full breasts in his hairy paws and began sucking her nipples. Amy winced as he nibbled one lightly with his teeth. At the same instant she felt tiny little pains and spurting sexual fire in her breast.
With Brad sucking her cunt and Max her titties, Amy quickly became so aroused that she was writhing and moaning with delirious need. She cupped her aching breasts in her hands, pushing them into Max's sucking lips. She heaved her hips off the bed, mashing her hot pussy into Brad's working mouth.
"Ohhhhnnnnnn god!" she moaned. "Ohhhhnnnnn god yes! Yes! Unh! God, do it to me! Please! Do it to me!"
"What do you want us to do to you, honey?" Max asked in his bizarre fatherly voice.
"Fuck me!" Amy cried, having lost all shame. "Fuck me, please! Both of you fuck me!"
Actually she hadn't the faintest idea how both of them would fuck her. She guessed one at a time. How else? All she knew was that her hungry young cunt craved long thick pricks. Even Max's monster. Even if it wiped her out, she had to be fucked by it!
"Move out of there, Aston," she heard Max growl at Brad.
That meant that he wanted her first for himself. She mewled and squirmed as they changed places. Brad suddenly stretched out next to her. He leaned over and kissed her, his long sinuous tongue slithering into her half-open mouth. It was wildly erotic to Amy. She tasted her own warm puss juices on his tongue.
Brad's fingers rubbed and squeezed the firm globes of her ripe breasts, making the nipples flare and ache. At the same time she felt Max's fingers rooting in her splayed pussy.
"Just fuck me ... please fuck me!" she whimpered.
She wanted them to quit toying with her and get on with it. Her need was driving her crazy. Fuck me! Ohhnnn fuck me!
"I will, honey," Max answered. "I will. Clear out, Aston!" he growled again at Brad, who moved back from them.
Suddenly Amy felt Max's strong hairy hands turning her body over. She began to panic. But his soft soothing voice steadied her. His voice was at once firm and dominating, not to be denied.
"Now get up on your knees, honey, with your beautiful little ass up in the air. That's right. I'm going to fuck you doggie style. Have you ever done it that way before?"
"N-no," Amy whimpered, feeling his insistent fingers manipulate the smooth round flesh of her ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhh, you'll like it," he grinned obscenely.
Leaning down on her elbows, Amy looked back past her ripe dangling breasts and saw Max crouching on his knees behind her ass. She saw the huge cannon of his Stiff cock jumping menacingly, the head of it bloated with blood. It looked like an angry purplish battering ram. Biting her lower lip, she saw Max flexing his knees as he nudged the fat stalk against her wet throbbing cunt-lips.
Amy began to have second thoughts about it. But it was much too late. God, he'll split me in half! she thought.
"Nooooo! Oh no, you're too big!" she cried out.
"No I'm not, honey," he groaned. "You just reach back here and help him go in."
The menace in his voice was unmistakable. If she didn't obey him, something even worse would happen to her. With shaking fingers, she reached back between her trembling thighs and grasped his stiff hot shaft. She tried to feed it gently between her already tightly stretched pussy-lips.
But Max was impatient. He lunged forward with his hips, forcing the massive head of his prick into her tight cunt.
"Aaoowwummphbh!" Amy half gasped and half-grunted.
She slumped forward onto the mattress. Hot daggers of fire peppered her ravaged cunt.
"Back up!" Max commanded.
She struggled back up onto her elbows, presenting her quivering ass to him again. Slowly, but with insistent pressure, Max pushed his mammoth cock deeper and deeper into her. Amy held her breath and gritted her teeth. The initial daggers of pain seemed quickly to subside and melt into fantastic pulsations of pleasure.
Inch by inch the enormous shaft slid into her slimy slit. Amy felt her loins begin to melt with voluptuous heat. Her pelvis began to undulate instinctively. Even though her pussy was stretched and crammed to the splitting point, and she knew there were still a few inches of Max's huge cock sticking out of her, she wanted the whole thing.
"God, ungh!" she grunted and gasped. "Get it in me! All of it!"
"Oh, that's my girl," Max grinned.
He held onto her thighs with his thick hands and bent over her back. Then, with a fierce rutting plunge, he jabbed the rest of his monster cock into her. Amy felt it pierce the mouth of her womb.
"AAWWOONNNNGGGG!" she howled as a fiery mixture of pleasure and pain washed through her trembling body.
She continued to moan, but this time in sheer pleasure. Max flexed his hotly pulsing prick as it lay buried deep inside her clenching young pussy. His hands roamed over her lush body. He reached up beneath her and fondled her ripe hanging breasts, twisting the nipples to make her gasp with sharp pleasure. Then his hands drifted down her taut belly.
He slipped one finger into the top of her pussy's wet groove and found her distended clit. rubbing it wildly. Amy started bucking back against him, panting, craving for him to begin fucking her in earnest
"God, please Max!" she panted, half-crazed with delirious fuck-need. "Fuck me with it! God, it's so big! F�ck the holy shit out of me with it! Please, please! Fuck me, Max!"
She could hardly believe the string of obscenities that came out of her mouth. But she was desperate. She felt like nothing but a big hungry pussy dying to be named and crammed and filled with spurting jism. Fuck me, oh fuck me her mind wailed.
Slowly Max began to fuck her, using all his skill. Kneeling behind her like a stud horse, ho pushed his throbbing prick in and out of her widely stretched cunt like a relentless piston. When the head of his glistening cock reached her splayed pussy-lips, he grabbed her hips and gored her with it suddenly. Amy nearly went out of her mind with hot piercing pleasure.
"Aawwoonnnggg! Unhggg!" she grunted, feeling the fleshy spike ream her cunt savagely.
She lay her head on her crisscrossed forearms, gyrating her ass back into each skewering thrust of his monster tool. Now she was moaning and mewling in an unceasing stream of throaty, gurgling sounds. Her face was contorted with ecstatic rapture as again and again she felt the gigantic shaft drill deep into her aching quim.
Amy was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. For a moment she didn't notice that Brad Aston had scooted close to her again. He slipped his hands under her body and grasped her firm young breasts, cupping the full warm mounds as they hung ripely from her chest. Somehow he worked his body around hers so that his cock was next to her mouth while his hands still squeezed her throbbing breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Suck it, Amy," he panted.
God, I can't!" she groaned. "Not while he's ... fucking me! Unhgh!"
"Yes you can. Try."
Some very perverse streak in her wanted her to do as he asked. She was already being totally despoiled and ravished by Max. Why not sink even lower? She opened her mouth and took Brad's long stiff cock into it. She began sucking him passionately, though grunting each time Max's huge cock ripped deep into her palpitating belly.
"Ohhhhh ... that's it, that's it, Amy baby!" Brad gasped with pleasure, tweaking her nipples and fucking her mouth rhythmically.
Amy realized suddenly that she was being fucked by both of them at once! She was moaning with insane pleasure in the midst of something that had horrified her moments ago. She didn't know if what she was feeling was shame or appalling excitement! All she knew was that she wanted it to goon!
Max was right about knowing how to fuck. Her smoldering pussy was at his mercy. He didn't want her to come until he was ready for it. He fucked her expertly, filling her starving cunt with his massive prick and diddling her screaming clit with his fingers until she reached just the right state of arousal As soon as she could feel her orgasm approaching like the distant rumblings of an earthquake, he would slow down and cool her off.
Meanwhile, through the hot fog of her own lust she realized that Brad was very close to his climax. The control he had exhibited when he had fucked her a week ago was gone. It must've been watching Max fuck me that got him - so aroused, Amy thought. Brad's large cock was as hard as iron. In fact, his whole body was stiff and jerking tightly. She knew he was going to come.
He held her head in his strong hands and jabbed his cock deep into her mouth. All Amy had to do was cling to it with her wet lips and try not to suffocate. She shut her eyes and held on.
"Aannnggghhhh!" Brad suddenly groaned loudly.
The hot jets of his squirting jism filled Amy's mouth. She gulped and gulped, trying not to drown in it. Wantonly she sucked on the thick spewing prick until Brad had no more cum to deposit in her mouth.
Max kept fucking her slowly, relentlessly throughout it all. But the excitement of Brad's climax seemed to double his urgent lust, just as it doubled Amy's. When Brad finally removed his limp cock from her mouth and rolled away, Max suddenly speared her pussy from behind with new savagery.
"AANNHHIIEEEE!" Amy shrieked as the huge dong seemed to split open the tender flesh of her tingling slit.
Amy braced herself. She knew he was really going to let her have it now. It would be like getting fucked by a lust-maddened grizzly bear with a horse's cock. Both Max's powerful arms encircled her spread thighs, and his meaty hands found the greasy swollen bud of her clit.
Already Amy could feel the swooping thundercloud of her climax hurtling toward her. God, he's going to kill me! She thought wildly.
"Oh God, Max, fuck me, I'm going to come!" she panted crazily.
She was like a rag doll in his hands. All she could do was grunt and mewl and whimper helplessly. Max pulled her limp body violently back into his jack hammering prick, goring her splayed cunt so thoroughly that poor Amy babbled in an agony of unbearable pleasure under his punishing strokes.
At the same time his thick but skillful fingers pinched and twirled her aching clit until suddenly she ruptured with blinding hot coming.
"000WWWUUNNGGHHHH!" she gasp grunted, feeling the breath leave her lungs. "AANNNHHIIIEEEEE! OH! OH GOD! OHHNN! AAAHHGGGNNNIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed as the wildfire orgasm swept through her thrashing body.
The sharp spasms of her climax continued to wrench her as she suddenly felt Max's body strain and shudder. With an animalistic groan he speared her spasming pussy with his monstrous baseball bat of a cock, raising her body off the bed. It spouted a geyser of hot thick cum into her. Amy slumped forward, enjoying the feeling of the powerful root squirting her throbbing pussy full of warm sticky jism.
She smiled and moaned, gyrating her ass in the air to give Max more intense pleasure. The hot tingling aftershocks of her stupendous orgasm took a long time to subside. Max lay on top of her back, his huge cock still pulsing inside her clasping cunt. But finally Amy began to regain her senses. She realized where she was, what she had done.
"Could you get off me, please?" she whimpered to Max.
Slowly he disengaged his body from hers and began pulling on his clothes.
"Amy, honey, you are one dynamite fuck!" he said with a salacious grin.
Now that it was over, Amy felt ashamed at the horrible obscenity- of it all. She couldn't lie and pretend she hadn't enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it more than any fuck ever. But she hated his dirty gloating manner.
"I hope you enjoyed it," she said as she dressed. "Because it's the last one you'll ever get from me."
Krip just chuckled. "Oh, you don't say?" he said sarcastically. "I hope you're not forgetting the money you owe Star Cosmetics."
Amy looked at Brad for help. He was dressing too. He looked sheepish. Obviously he was afraid of Krip. But somehow his vulnerability appealed to her. Both of them were at the mercy of this horrible man.
She felt something like love for Brad. She remembered the way she had greedily gulped down his cum when he had popped in her mouth. The thought sent fire through her loins. A fresh white heat began to melt her pussy.
"Brad, would you take me home, please?" she asked, giving a deliberate affront to Krip.
But Max didn't seem to mind. "You two go have your fun, if you want," he snarled. But he caught Amy by the shoulders before she could get out the door. "You just remember one thing, Amy honey. That was just a taste of the fucking I'm going to give, you. Nobody but nobody can do it to you the way I can. Isn't that right? Have you ever been fucked that good?"
Amy was frightened of him. She didn't respond. Max squeezed her shoulders and shook, her violently.
"Answer me!"
"N-never," she stammered.
Worst of all, she realized that she was telling the truth. She had never been fucked like that. She had never felt an orgasm half as powerful.
"Of course not," Max chuckled. "Now run along. I'll be in touch?"
Brad took her arm and they both walked silently to his car.
Chapter Five
Tom had cut his finger badly at the hardware store. And since home wasn't very far away, he left the store in charge of the kid he had hired and drove home to bandage his wound. He wasn't surprised not to find Amy at home. She's probably off making a fortune selling that stuff of hers, he thought with a smile.
His young wife's ambition pleased him. Nothing was going to stand in their way, he thought. Not with the love they had for each other, and their determination to make a success.
He was in the bathroom, carefully unwrapping the blood-soaked towel from his wounded finger, when the doorbell rang.
"Now who the hell can that be?" he said, feeling grouchy as he peeked at the long gash in his finger.
Reluctantly he went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the doorstep was a gorgeous brunette girl with a fantastic curvy body that was well-accentuated by the tight knit dress she wore. Apparently she hadn't expected him to answer either because she had a surprised but pleased smile on her face.
Well well, Tom thought to himself. She must be one of Amy's friends whom I've never met before. I'll be damned, I really ought to hang around here more often. She's a real knockout!
He couldn't help glancing briefly at her full swelling breasts and the tiny tapering of her narrow waist. But he quickly looked back up at her face. He saw she had been watching him take in her body.
"Hi!" she said brightly. "My name is "Shari Aston. I guess you must be Amy's husband, right?"
"Yeah," Tom muttered sheepishly.
He was ashamed for having let her see so unmistakably how attractive she was to him. He hoped she wouldn't let on to Amy how he had ogled her that way.
"Forgive me for looking surprised," she said. "I guess I didn't expect to find a man here. I was expecting to see your wife."
"Are you friends?" Tom asked.
"Well ... actually no," she said. "I just had something I wanted to discuss with her. A ... mutual acquaintance."
This all sounded very mysterious to Tom. He didn't know quite what to do. This girl was incredibly luscious, and he wanted to keep talking to her, but he couldn't just stand there chatting with her through the screen door. And yet, should he invite her in?
Suddenly she saw the blood soaked rag half-entwined around his gashed finger.
"Oh my god!" she said. "What did you do to your finger?"
"I ... just cut it a little at work. I came home to bandage it up."
At this Shari Aston opened the screen door herself and stepped into the house uninvited. She grabbed his hand and scrutinized the wound.
"God, it's horrible," she said. "You'd better let me wash it off so we can see if it's bad enough to have stitches."
Together they went into the bathroom. Carefully Shari washed his wound and gently dried
"Excuse me for being so brash," she said as she worked on his hand. "But you really need someone to help you with this. It's always so bard to bandage yourself with only one hand."
"I know," Tom muttered again, feeling very nervous having this strange luscious girl's body so close to him.
The knit dress scooped low at the neckline. When she bent over his hand, he could see down between her full young breasts. It made his cock throb and stiffen, and he hoped she wouldn't spot the thick lump in his crotch.
"Does it hurt bad?" she asked, turning her face up to his, her half-parted sensual lips very close to his mouth.
"N-no," he stuttered. "Not much."
"Oh, it must hurt some," she said with sympathy. "I can't see how it wouldn't hurt, it's so deep."
Tom was in seventh heaven. Her hair smelled so good. Occasionally she brushed her swelling hips against him and he felt his prick jump with excitement. He tried to get a glimpse of the round tops of her smooth breasts once in a while without being too obvious.
"No, I guess it doesn't need stitches," Shari said, searching the medicine chest for bandages.
"Well, that's good, I guess," Tom said foolishly, not knowing what else to say.
"Did you know that your wife and my husband are fucking?" Shari suddenly asked in the same tone of voice.
Tom was floored. "What?"
She fixed his eyes with hers. "I think you heard me."
"I don't even know what you're talking about."
She found some tape and gauze and began bandaging his finger.
"My husband is your wife's supervisor," Shari said as she wrapped his finger. "He's done it before, with others. I have ways of finding out. He screwed her right here, just last week. He's probably screwing her somewhere else right now."
"That's not very funny," Tom said, frowning.
"I know it's not. That's why I came over here. To have a talk with her."
Tom was speechless. He couldn't believe his ears. He knew this girl, who was a total stringer, didn't have any reason to lie to him. Why would she be saying all this about Amy if it wasn't true?
But he knew Amy so well. He couldn't believe she would do something like that behind his back. She had been cherry on their wedding night, just a few months ago. He had had to teach her everything she knew about sex.
The thought of another man holding his wife's luscious body in his arms, sticking his cock into Amy's snug little pussy, made Tom stiff with rage.
"You're lying!" he snarled at Shari.
"There there," she said, caressing his cheek with the fingers of one hand. "Don't take it so hard. I told you, it's happened to me before. It's not the end of the world."
But it was, at least momentarily, for Torn. It was a crushing blow.
"How ... how did it happen?" he mumbled, still half-stunned by the news.
"How should I know?" Shari said. "A man and a woman are together. They like each other's looks." She looked boldly into Tom's eyes and licked the corner of her sensual mouth with her tongue. "Boom boom, suckee fuckee," she murmured. "You wouldn't have anything around here to drink, would you?"
Half-dazed with both sadness and anger, Tom realized that he needed a drink himself.
"There's a bottle of Scotch in the kitchen," he mumbled.
"Good!" Shari said, taking his arm.
They went into the kitchen and she poured each of them a glass of Scotch. She raised her glass to his and clinked them.
"Here's to revenge," she said.
But Tom's mind was far away.
"You're not paying attention, sugar," Shari said. "I know something that'll get your mind off it. You follow me."
Again she took his arm and led him into the bedroom. She sat him down on the edge of the bed and put her own drink on the nightstand. Then she put both hands behind her back and unzipped her knit dress. In a second she had slithered out of it.
Tom couldn't believe what was happening. The sight of Shari's gorgeous nearly naked body filled his cock with throbbing blood. But he was just as stunned by this as he had been by the news about Amy.
"What ... are you doing?" he stammered.
"What does it look like?" Shari winked.
She came over to him and turned her supple back to him, presenting her bra clasp. Tom took a gulp of his Scotch. It was all happening too fast for him.
"Could you unfasten it for me?" Shari whispered. Christ, I shouldn't be doing this, Tom thought. What if Amy comes home? But then he remembered what he had been told about his wife. On the other hand, what if that was all a lie that Shari had invented to get him into this trap?
His shaking fingers were only inches from her bra clasp. He couldn't resist He unfastened it. She turned again to face him as the straps slid down her arms.
"Oh thanks," she said warmly, watching his eyes.
The sight of her firm upswept breasts knocked Tom for a loop. They were bigger than Amy's, full round circles of flesh with high wide coral nipples. Shari took a step toward hint. Her firm breasts jiggled and nearly brushed his nose.
"Do you think they'll pass?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Are they as nice as your wife's?"
He nodded again.
"You can do anything you want to them," she breathed, swaying her body so that each warm breast briefly touched his face.
Tom looked up at her. "We shouldn't be" doing this," he said.
"Why not? They are," Shari murmured.
She took one of her full breasts in both hands and rubbed the soft puffy nipple against Tom's lips. Tom felt the blood hammer behind his ears. He opened his lips and the thick bud slipped into his mouth.
"Ooooooo," Shari sighed. "Oh yes!"
Tom tongued and sucked her nipple greedily. Shari held his head in her hands and panted softly. Tom brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them as he sucked.
He pulled her down on the bed on her back so that he could explore her body more thoroughly. Shari's hands fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. She pulled his pants and shorts down and when her cool slim fingers encircled his prick, Tom thought he would pop.
"Unghhh!" he groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, baby, it's a nice one," Shari whispered. "Don't come yet. Save it for me. I want you to squirt all that delicious cum of yours into me."
"We shouldn't be doing this," Tom panted.
He bunched the flesh of her large breasts up in his hands and assaulted the swollen cones of her stiff wet nipples with his mouth. Shari moaned and twisted.
"Oh, I know! I know!" she sighed. "God, that feels good! Suck hard, baby!"
All thoughts of Amy were out of his mind now. All he wanted to do was fuck this wriggling beautiful woman. He kept devouring her excited nipples while she frantically undressed him. When he was finally naked, she skimmed off her own panties.
Their writhing bodies seemed to melt together. For the first time, she drew his face up to hers and found his lips with her thirsty mouth. Her tongue coiled around his.
"Put your cock between my titties," she whispered, biting his lip.
"What?"
For Tom fucking had always been simple and straight-forward. He wasn't used to any kinky variations. But he let her move him to where she wanted him to be.
"Here, this way," she said.
His knees were in her armpits, his twitching cock poised above her breasts. The twin mounds were so firm that they stood up even though she was flat on her back. She held them with her hands, indicating the valley between them with her chin.
"Put it in there," she said.
Tom obeyed. He lowered his groin, nestling the hard shaft of his cock into the warm valley between her breasts. She pushed them closed, trapping his prick. For Tom the sensation was exquisitely pleasurable.
"Now fuck me that way, fuck my tits," Shari panted, obviously very aroused as she looked down at his cock between her breasts.
Tom began to slide his cock back and forth. Shari rolled and pinched her stiff nipples and began to mewl and whimper deep in her throat. It was so exciting that Tom feared he might come right there, like that. And he wanted it to go on.
He feared it even more when she began to swipe at the protruding swollen head of his prick with her tongue. She leaned her head up, puckered her sensual lips, and at the next stroke took the head of his cock into her warm mouth.
Tom had to bite his tongue to keep from coming. She let his prick go, but the next time he stroked up she caught it with her wet lips again.
"God, Shari," he gasped. "I'm gonna come if you do that to me one more time."
"God, I am too!" she panted. "Don't come. Don't come yet. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, sugar, fuck me now."
Tom had never fucked such an incredibly wild woman. She writhed and mewled and whimpered insanely as he slid down her body. Her fingernails clawed his back as he lodged the thick ballooning head of his cock in the wet groove of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhnnnnnnn!" she moaned, tearing his flesh with her nails as he slid his prick deep into her.
To his surprise, she lifted her legs and dangled them over his shoulders, scissoring his neck between her knees. He had never fucked anyone that way. He didn't realized how deeply he was now penetrating her until he heard her yowl with pleasure each time he speared her.
"AaaWwoonnngggg! Unh! Unit! Unit!" she panted and grunted.
Tom was so excited by her clawing and moaning that he fucked her wildly with short quick rabbit jabs. He bent her body almost double under him and ploughed her wet cunt viciously.
"Oh god, sugar, not so fast!" she whimpered. "You'll leave me behind. I can't come that way. Do it slow. Oh yes! That's it, slow! Ohhhnnnnn! Ohhnnn yesssss!"
He felt her nails bite into his back again as he slowed his rhythmic thrusting. No fuck in his life, not even getting Amy's cherry, had ever excited him this much. He had to think of other things in order not to come ahead of her.
"Do you like fucking me?" Shari panted, her body twisting and buckling under him.
"God, yes," he panted back.
"Do you like fucking me better than your wife?" she gasped.
Tom nodded. He didn't know if be actually did or not, but at the moment he didn't care.
"Say it," Shari breathed.
"I love fucking you," he panted.
"Kiss me," she begged. "Oh, kiss me!"
Their tongues snaked together. To kiss her Torn had to let her legs drop. Otherwise she would have snapped in two. But Shari quickly scissored his hips with them, grinding her wet clinging pussy up into his plunging cock.
"If they can do it ... we can do it! Right?" she gasped, her eyes rolling, her breath raspy.
"Right," Tom whispered, digging his fingers into her ass now, beginning to fuck her hard.
"Oh, dear God, I love to fuck!" she cried out. "Fuck me hard, harder sugar, I'm going to come!"
He ripped his stiff tool into her squishy quim so hard that if lifted her quivering ass up off the bed. She clung to him like glue, searching for his mouth with her lips, clamping his hips with her strong thighs.
The closer she got to her climax, the wilder she became. She cawed an whinnied deliriously, raking his back with her nails, squealing and thrashing. "Oh god ... aahnnnnn! Ooohhnnnnn! Yes yes! Fuck me ... fuck me, oh god fuck me!"
Tom felt like he was the one who was being fucked. He had to hold on for dear life, jabbing her with his prick, sinking his teeth into her smooth shoulder. She began to come with a violence that tore the hot squirting strings of cum out of him at the same time.
"AANNGGHIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed, thrashing insanely as the thunderclaps of her orgasm pulverized her. "UNH! OHHNNN! AANNGGHIIEEEEE! UUNNEEEEEEE!"
Tom held onto her squirming, twisting body, clenching his teeth with fierce pleasure as he felt the hot jism spurting out of his prick. But his pleasure was nothing compared to hers, apparently. He could see why she. claimed, to love to fuck. She was a champion multiple orgasm girl.
Just when her first orgasm seemed to die down, she suddenly began screaming and wrenching his prick again with her spasming cunt.
"Oh god, oh god, don't stop!" she cried. "Keep it going, keep it going! I can come forever!"
Tom held tight to her shuddering body as she gave birth to a long shattering string of orgasms. Then, when he thought she was finished, she rolled over on top of him. She clamped her legs tight on his falling prick and pumped crazily.
"Ohn! God, not yet! I'm still coming! Ohh! Unnnnn!" she babbled.
She scrunched her cunt down on what was left of his cock and came again, like a bomb.
"OHN! UUNNNNNEEEEE! UUNNGGHHIEEEE!"
Finally she collapsed on top of him, panting and whimpering.
"Oh Jesus, it's so good!" she moaned. "So good, so good! Thank you, sugar!"
She kissed him ardently and snuggled up to him, coiling her soft sensual body around him. She was suddenly kittenish in her affection, having only moments ago been a wildcat in her lust.
"You're welcome," Tom said quietly, feeling lucky to have survived.
Chapter Six
Brad pulled his car up into the driveway of Amy's house and shut off the engine. Amy was melting with desire for him. She had completely put behind her what had happened in Max Krip's private office.
Her cunt still ached a little from being stretched so widely by Krip's huge tool But it welled with juice every time she thought of swallowing Brad's cum. She wanted to fuck with Brad now, to fuck so good that all memory of Krip would be erased.
But Brad seemed reluctant. He just sat glumly behind the wheel, not looking at her.
"Don't you want to come in?" she asked softly.
"After what you've just been through?" he said.
"I'm sorry, Amy. I let you down. There just wasn't any way I could prevent it."
"I know."
"I should think I'd be the last person you'd want to be with right now."
Amy smiled. She lay down on the seat with her head in his lap. She unzipped his fly and slipped her fingers through the slit in his shorts, searching for his prick. She found it and pulled it out, instantly sucking it into her warm wet mouth.
"Ummmmmm," Brad hummed. "What will your neighbors think?"
That thought briefly made Amy cringe. Yikes! she thought. I hope they can't see this!
But on second thought, she realized that all the houses were far enough apart so that they wouldn't be able to see what she was doing. Brad's big beautiful prick grew stiff and strong in her working mouth. She kissed and sucked and stroked it with love.
"I want to drink your cum again" she whispered. "In my cunt and my mouth."
"God, baby, you sure do it good," Brad gasped.
"I wanted to be alone with you all the time that he was tucking me," Amy said, swirling her tongue around the swollen head of his cock.
"I hated seeing him do that to you," he said.
"Don't you want to come inside and help me forget it?" Amy asked coyly.
"Yes. How long do we have before your husband comes home?"
"At least two hours," Amy replied.
Quickly she stuffed his stiff cock back into his pants and carefully zipped him up. Then she sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. The mention of Tom gave her a quick flush of guilt. She wondered how she could have come so far in just a few weeks.
But the thought of Torn was not enough to stop her. She could feel her cunt blossom with juice for Brad, who she had resisted to the utmost a few weeks back. She wanted a long slow smoldering fuck with him, the kind that would take her to paradise and back, as he had proven he could do to her.
Only that would make her forget th6 brutal fuck-mauling Max Krip had administered to her. She remained cool and sedate, in case the neighbors were watching, until they got inside the front door.
Then she was all over Brad, kissing him passionately, unbuckling and unzipping his pants again. Before he knew it she had his warm swelling cock in her hands again.
"Ummmmm, I want you to fuck me and fuck me," she whispered into his teeth. "I want you to make me forget about that beastly man."
"I wish it had never happened, baby," he murmured.
He tugged off her clothes as they both stumbled toward the bedroom. Brad grabbed her from behind and squeezed her naked breasts, rubbing his stiff bobbing cock against her naked jouncing buttocks.
"Oh, quick, quick!" Amy gasped.
But as they lurched through the bedroom door, both of them were thrown back by surprise, as if struck by a bomb blast.
"Oh my god!" Amy cried out.
"What the ...?" Brad said.
Curled together and half-asleep, though now, suddenly, wide awake, were Tom and Shari, both totally naked.
"Oh my god!" Amy repeated. "My god, my god! Tom, how could you!"
It took her about thirty seconds to remember that she herself was as naked as a jaybird and headed for the bed for a thrilling fuck-fest with Brad. She only realized it when she saw both Tom and the strange e girl staring at her body.
"Oh!" she shrieked. "Oh god ..." she wailed as she ran from the room.
During all this, Brad looked at his naked wife with a mixture of sadness and amusement. He quickly realized what was going on because Shari had done it before. Whenever she realized that he was fucking one of his door-to-door girls, she tried to fuck the girl's husband.
It had worked several times. He now wondered how he could have been such a fool as not to be ready to catch her trying to fuck Amy's husband.
"Hello, Shari," he said, wryly.
"Hello Brad, darling," she purred. "How nice of you to drop by. What happened to your date?"
"She's my wife," Tom said awkwardly. "I mean, that's why she's so upset and everything."
Tom looked from Shari to Brad and back again. He knew this was a great shock to Amy and to him. He couldn't understand how these two could be so calm and sardonic under the circumstances.
He wanted to get up off the bed and go find Amy and try to explain to her what had happened. To comfort her. But he realized the absurdity of that. He didn't know what to do.
"I'll try to find her," Brad said, turning and leaving the room.
"I should be doing that, not him," Tom said, still bewildered.
"Ummmmm, you let him do it, sugar," Shari said, coiling her warm body around his once more. "You fucked me so good. Don't you want to fuck me again? Hm?"
Tom could scarcely believe his ears, considering what had just happened. Wasn't she ashamed to be caught by her husband in bed with another man?"
Meanwhile Brad found Amy in the living room, scooping up her clothes from the, floor where he had scattered them in his haste. He grabbed her from behind and began kissing and stroking her, running two fingers up and down in the wet groove of her open pussy.
"Now, now, don't get so upset, Amy baby," he murmured. "That's my wife in there with him. Believe me, she seduced him into it. He didn't have a chance."
"I don't even want to talk about it!" Amy said.
In truth, she was so confused that she really didn't know what to say. After all, she couldn't blame Tom for fucking Brad's wife. The girl did have an absolutely stunning body. And she herself had been headed for the bed with Brad, with nothing but his big wonderful cock on her mind.
If anything, she was more angry with Tom for preventing her and Brad from fucking than for cheating on her. But right now she didn't know what to do.
Brad's clever lips found her nipples and toyed with them until they were stiff and throbbing.
"Ohhhnnnn god, I wanted you to fuck me so bad!" she moaned softly, stroking his hair.
"We still can," he murmured back.
"Oh, not after this!"
He took her hand and put it on his stiff throbbing prick. While she held it and stroked it, he pushed her slowly back until she was standing against the living room wall. Then he bent his knees and Amy guided the large pulsing shaft into her dripping pussy-lips.
"Aaahhhrmnnnn!" she moaned as he rode up into her.
Brad fucked her slowly, letting his large prick slide in and out of her, scraping the ridge of it along her clit. Amy shuddered with intense pleasure.
"I'd forgotten how big it is," she gasped, clinging to him.
The pleasure was so intense that she let it help her forget the scene in the bedroom. But suddenly something happened to remind her of it.
"Shame on you," she heard Brad's wife's voice. "Keeping her all to yourself."
Amy felt fresh hands on her body. She felt Shari's naked body squeezing between her and the wall, Shari's arms encircling her from behind. Shari's hands were on her breasts, her sleek belly, dipping between her thighs. She felt Shari's fingers toying with her clit and touching the thick stalk of Brad's prick as it climbed in and out of her wet cunt.
Shari was kissing her back and shoulders, and masturbating her clit rapidly. It drove Amy into a frenzy of excitement.
"Don't you think we should take her into the bed and enjoy her together?" Shari murmured to Brad.
"I guess we might as well," he responded. "What about her husband?"
"Leave him to me," Shari purred. "I think I can get him to join in."
Brad removed his cock and the two of them pulled the aroused Amy toward the bedroom. She didn't resist, although she was appalled by what was happening, and by her reaction to it.
After the events of the past few weeks, it seemed to Amy that she would probably let the whole U.S. Army fuck her if they happened to barge in the door one morning and ask to. She couldn't understand how she could have changed so much.
Through her lust-glazed eyes, she looked around for Tom as Brad and Shari pulled her down on her back on the bed. She saw him standing by the closet, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open with shock. She tried to plead with him to understand with her eyes. I can't help it! Her eyes said to him. I just can't help it! I want to be fucked! It feels so good!
And it did, too. Both Shari and Brad began swarming all over her soft quivering body.
"Ohhhnnnnn!" she moaned, writhing and arching her back instinctively.
They kissed her neck, her throat her shoulders. Each of them scooped up one of her breasts and began tormenting the throbbing nipple with teeth and tongue. The pleasure made Amy shudder and whimper.
Both of them were sucking her at the same time. She thought she would explode with lust. The sensations in her hot pulsing breasts were unbearably intense.
They sucked her breasts so passionately that Amy thought she might die of the pleasure. She held their heads in her feverish hands and arched her back, pushing the full throbbing mounds into their faces. A river of molten lava seemed to shoot from her nipples to her runny cunt. She couldn't keep her hips from bucking and thrashing with fuck-motions.
"Fuck me ..." she panted softly. "Oh god fuck me."
But they weren't going to fuck her yet. The way they seemed to use her body made Amy briefly wonder if they had done this before. They seemed to share her without greed or competitiveness. Brad straddled her shoulders and lowered his huge bobbing prick into her face. Shari slipped down her squirming body and quickly began stroking Amy's clit with her-tongue.
"Ohhhh yessss!" Amy gasped.
She opened her mouth and took Brad's prick into it, feeling her whole body suffused with warmth as she recalled gulping down his cum a few hours back. It was al agonizingly tender and sweet. There was no rough violence to this fucking.
Slowly Brad fucked in and out of her clinging lips, holding her head gently with both hands, probing her throat with his long tool And Shari ate Amy's pussy with soft deliberate skill. Her tongue explored the soft folds of Amy's cunt-lips, occasionally dipping deep into the flowing slit.
She flicked Amy's swollen clit several times rapidly with her tongue. But when the sensations got so intense that Amy's hips quivered and jerked helplessly with sexual need, Shari would move away from her clit and begin tongue-fucking her.
Amy was in seventh heaven. Her body was completely theirs. They could do anything to it that they wanted to, and every caress made her die of pleasure. She found herself wondering where Tom was, and what he thought of what he was seeing.
But when she opened her eyes to look for him, all she could see was the thick pulsing shaft of Brad's large cock protruding from her mouth. Slowly the wet bulging stalk slid in between her lips, then slowly out again. She smiled and brought her hands up to touch it, encircling the stiff pole of hot flesh with her fingers, feeding it in and out of her clinging mouth.
"Ooommm," she hummed, looking up into Brad's grinning face and enjoying how much pleasure he was obviously getting out of it too. "Ooommmmm!"
She didn't know how long the slow simmering rhythm of it went on this way. Shari's clever tongue tickled her pussy until it was a frothy pool of hot need. Once Shari's tongue even slithered up into her tightly clenched asshole, and Amy shrieked with surprised pleasure.
"Ohhnneeeeee!" she cried out, her hips leaping with squirmy convulsions.
Brad removed his wet cock from her mouth and began rubbing it all over her quivering breasts. He stabbed her stiff nipples with it, while Shari's tongue continued to do depraved things to her rectum.
Amy had never experienced such wild dirty pleasure. The fact that it was so awful made it doubly exciting. Her body writhed out of control. She mewled and gagged with lust as Shari's tongue vigorously fucked in and out of her fiery asshole.
"Unngghhhh!" she grunted. "Oohhnnnnn, god it feels good!"
God, Tom, forgive me for being so wicked! she thought, wondering if he were still in the room. Was he seeing her getting fucked in this thoroughly depraved and thrilling way? I can't help it, Tom, I can't help it! she wanted to cry out. It feels so good!
"I ... I can't help it!" she panted out loud, delirious with lust. "Fuck me, please fuck me. Both of you fuck me!"
She felt them manipulating her trembling body around. Brad was suddenly behind her, his thick hard prick pronging up between her thighs from the rear. Shari was in front of her, crouched between her thighs.
Amy looked down through her desire-glazed eyes and saw Shari lick and suck her husband's cock a few quick times before feeding it into Amy's wetly puckering pussy-lips.
"Oohhnnngggggg!" Amy groaned as it penetrated her.
Brad's arms encircled her and began rubbing her breasts and pinching and twisting her aching nipples as he fucked her. .But at the same time, Shari was sucking and tonguing her clit. Amy went completely wild. The sensations were unbearably intense.
"Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh Jesus!" she gasped.
Both Shari and Brad seemed to know exactly how close she was to exploding, as if they had practiced this before. They knew that the prologue to this moment had elevated her desires to the bursting point. She was like a tautly stretched wire, ready to snap.
And so, when they heard her helpless cries, they went after her together, in perfect harmony. Brad's grip .on her body strengthened. His large cock speared her viciously from the rear, thrusting up into her cunt like a relentless piston. Shari's lips fastened on her distended clit and sucked and tongued it until Amy was voicelessly screaming, thrashing insanely in the tight grip of Brad's arms.
"Ohhh! Oh! Oh god! Oh oh Jesus god shit! Ohhh!" she gasped, feeling the spasms about to engulf her.
One more sharp rip of Brad's hammering tool up into her depths. One more tormenting suck by Shari's sensual lips on her pulsing clit. Suddenly she erupted.
"AANNNGGGHHIIIEEE!" she sobbed. "OHN! OHGODOHG.ODGOD! UUNNNGGHHHHHIIIEEEEEE!"
The hot fierce spasms of a stupendous climax shook her writhing body. And just when the first one seemed finished, another one was born from the center of it, blooming like a mushroom cloud deep in her pussy and flowing through her hot pounding blood.
"0000HHNNNNNNN! OH GOD, YESSSSS! UUNNNHIEEEEE!" she wailed as the second orgasm scorched her throbbing flesh.
Somewhere in the midst of it all she felt Brad's body clench, and felt the thick creamy spouts of his jism spurting up into her. She could even feel Shari's tongue busily lapping up the gobs of cum that leaked back out of her own pussy as he kept fucking and fucking her.
When it was over, she wanted to collapse. But all the excitement had left Shari unfulfilled. She kissed Amy's mouth and stroked her, murmuring softly how good it had been to fuck her and how much she wanted to be fucked too.
"Brad's cock won't stand up for a while, but you can do it to me," she whispered to Amy. "Just fucking you with him excited me so much that I think I could come in a minute. Please."
Who am I to refuse? Amy thought, after what she did for me. Anyway, she realized, Shari had an absolutely gorgeous body. She remembered earlier how she could not blame Tom for wanting to fuck the girl, considering how beautiful she was.
The thought was amusing to her that she and Tom would both have fucked the same girl. Briefly that made her wonder again where he was. But when she glanced around the bedroom, he was nowhere in sight the big prude! She thought. Couldn't stand the action, could he?
She bent her head and began to fondle and suck Shari's large firm breasts; It made the girl begin to coo and moan with delight. Amazingly, after her recent double orgasm, Amy felt her own lust reawakening quickly. She knew how much she loved to have her own breasts sucked and how no man ever did it enough.
So she did it to Shari the way she would like it done to her. Only Tamyra had ever sucked her the way she wanted it, and she did the same for Shari.
"Ohhhnnnn yesssss!" Shari hissed, as Amy sucked sharply on the blood-engorged cones of her throbbing nipples.
She had been right about being very close to her climax. When Amy slid further down her quivering body and began slurping the girl's gooey slit with thirsty passion, Shari came almost without warning. She arched her back, shuddered, and skimmed through an endless string of connected orgasms, while Amy held the girl's spasming clit between her softly pinching lips.
Watching them aroused Brad again. And this time, since he had already come twice, he had phenomenal endurance. He was able to fuck one girl until she came, then the other until she came, on and on into the night. Amy had so many orgasms that she wondered if her body would ever be able to produce another one.
And after her last thought of Tom she ceased to think of him throughout the night. Instead she thought only of how she and Brad and Shari could do it next, and how many more times she could come.
And come she did.
Chapter Seven
Tom didn't return home that night. By midnight of the following night he still hadn't come home. Amy lay in bed by herself, wondering whether she should be worried about him.
She supposed that he was staying away because of his anger over seeing her let Brad and Shad fuck her. But really she felt sort of miffed at him, if that was his reason. Hadn't she walked in on him and Shari? Hadn't the two of them just finished a wild fuck only minutes before she came through the door? Then what right did he have to condemn her?
Also, her body still ached all over from the marathon fucking session she had gone through with Shari and Brad after Tom disappeared. God, did we ever fuck! she thought. Her nipples were sore, and her cunt throbbed with a dull ache. She didn't regret a minute of it. But she enjoyed the chance to recuperate.
She knew that if Torn were there he'd be trying to fuck her just to prove that he could give her as much pleasure as they could. She ran her hands over her naked body under her nightgown, remembering the feel of their lips and their hands on her: And frankly, she doubted if he could.
Finally she fell asleep a little after midnight. She didn't know how long she slept before she was awakened mysteriously. She lay quietly in bed, wondering what had awakened her. She strained her ears, trying to pick up a sound. But she could hear nothing.
She had never feared rapists before. But now that she was all alone, she began to be scared. The bedroom was so dark that she couldn't see anything, and yet it felt like someone was there in the room with her. She was afraid to turn on the light.
Suddenly she beard the sharp gnash of a zipper, only inches, it seemed, from her left cheek. Oh my god, it is one! She thought. Oh my god!
But before she could think of anything to do about it, she suddenly felt the bed sink as someone crawled under the covers beside her. Amy whimpered with fright. She felt a man's strong vise-like grip on her throat, and a dagger of fear pierced her thumping heart.
"Please!" she whimpered.
"Don't move!" whispered the man.
"Tom?" she gasped tentatively.
"You'll be lucky if I don't kill you," Tom hissed in a menacing whisper.
"Oh god, Tom, you gave me such a scare! Please let me go," she begged, trying to pry his fingers from her throat with her hands. But he wouldn't let go.
"You fucking little whore!" he hissed, tightening his grip. "You can't get enough cock, can you? Oh, I found out all about you."
"Tom," Amy gasped, having a hard time speaking because of his tight grip on her throat. "Please let me explain!"
"What can you explain? That you're a fucking nymphomaniac? Funny you didn't mention it before we were married!"
"Tom, I can't breathe! Please let me go. I can explain."
Tears poured down Amy's cheeks as she begged him. She was afraid to mention his own episode with Shari, afraid he might choke her to death in anger for bringing it up. She felt his other hand slip under her nightgown and manipulate the flesh of her body roughly.
"I'll give you cock," he muttered. "I'll give you so much cock you'll be begging me to stop!"
Something about his violent manner excited Amy tremendously. She knew his anger was real. In this state he might actually hurt her. But at the same time it was oddly thrilling to have him treat her like this. His hands squeezed her breasts mercilessly.
"Owwchh!" she cried out in pain. "Tommy, please don't'!"
But suddenly with both hands he reached up and tore her nightgown completely off her body from the throat down. For the moment she was so glad to feel his fingers leave her neck that she didn't mind. But when she felt his tough demanding hands and mouth all over her body, she began to quiver with fear again.
"Ohhhhh Tommy, baby, do it soft," she murmured. "Be gentle with me, please."
But gentleness was the farthest thing from his mind. His strong hands squeezed her body violently everywhere they touched her. His mouth found her breasts and nipples and he bit her sharply.
"Aaalleeeeee!" she wailed as his teeth sank into one of her soft nipples.
"You want to be fucked!" he shouted at her. "Okay, I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck your fucking ears off! I'm going to fuck your mother fucking brains out, baby!"
"Oh god, please don't hurt me," she moaned.
Nevertheless, her body responded to his rough treatment. She could feel her cunt blossom with warm juice and her breasts throb with heat as he mauled them with his mouth. She tossed and twisted as his rough fingers bit into her flesh.
"Oh! You're hurting me!" she cried out. "Please, Tom, don't! Ohhnnnnn! Owwchh!"
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" he snarled.
"Yes ... but-"
"From the looks of things, you're just dying to be fucked every waking moment," he growled.
He pinched her tight stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until Amy's eyes welled with tears from the pain. She moaned and pleaded with him.
"Ohhhnnnn god, that hurts! Please, Tom! Please don't do that to me! You're hurting meeeeeee!"
"You're going to wish that's all I did to you by the time I'm finished," he panted.
He began sucking and chewing her breasts wildly again with his mouth. But now for Amy the pain in her nipples began to merge with an incredible pulsing pleasure that rippled hotly through her body. She writhed and tossed, moaning deliriously.
She could feel Tom's thick turgid cock pronging against her naked thigh as he squirmed all over her, devouring her swollen nipples. Her body ached and throbbed with pleasure. She got her hand down and squeezed and stroked his cock frantically, wanting to be filled and crammed by it.
"God, put it in me, baby! Put it in me!" she begged.
But he slid down her body and between her yawning thighs, not wanting to fuck her until he had feasted on her body everywhere. He began, sucking her wet cunt the same way he had sucked her ravaged nipples: viciously. He mauled her cunt-lips with his lips and teeth, stabbing his tongue deep into her achy slit.
"Is this the cunt everybody gets to fuck!" he shouted angrily.
He opened her pussy with his thumbs and buried his face in it, licking her insides with such passionate rage that Amy's body flipped and bucked with unbearable lust. She was out of control. She mewled and whimpered helplessly, thrashing and pitching about wildly on the mattress.
"Ohhhh god, fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged.
His tongue on her clit was like a piece of hot iron. It flicked and stabbed the swollen bud of nerves without mercy, making her caw and whoop with pleasure. Meanwhile his fingers bit into the flesh of her thighs and straining buttocks. His hands were everywhere on her lower body, squeezing and digging into her flesh, probing her wildly aching pussy.
Suddenly she felt him turning her over onto her stomach. Her pliant trembling body did whatever he wanted it to do. He wants to fuck me dog-style, like Max did, she thought. Good! Anything that'll make him happy!
Briefly she remembered the feel of that huge monster of Krip's splitting her cunt as he rammed it up into her from behind. Then she felt a sharp spasm of guilt. Her husband was right now giving her the punishment she deserved, but she could think of nothing but that massive prick of Max's. Oh god, fuck me, Tom, fuck me, she thought. Make me forget! Fuck my brains out, like you said you would!
She scrunched her knees up, tilting her quivery ass into the air to tempt him further. She knew it made her appear even more wanton in his eyes than he already thought she was. If you want to think I'm a depraved bitch, then go ahead she thought. Just fuck me, honey, fuck me hard!
Tom was panting wildly, nearly bursting with hot hammering lust. The sight of his young wife's tender ass tilted up vulnerably to his long pulsing rod was enough to make him choke temporarily. He couldn't take his eyes off the long red wet puckered seam of her groin. Her cunt was in full runny flower, the swollen petals shiny and slick with juice. The tiny ring of her pinched-shut asshole was just at the top of her gaping slit.
Just looking at it made his cock stiffer. It jumped with a crazy life of its own between his legs.
"God, Tommy, put it in me!" his wife moaned, gasping with submissive passion. "Please! Please!"
He wanted to fuck. her everywhere at once. His lust had now obscured his vengeance, and he wanted to completely master and obliterate her with fucking. He wanted to fuck her in the mouth, the cunt, the ass, and wherever else his prick could penetrate her, all at once! He knew it was impossible, but his blood roared and his prick throbbed with the same insistent need.
He steadied her shaking ass with both hands and probed the glistening outer lips of her pussy with the bulbous head of his prick. He was determined to go slow, to enjoy every second of this. She could moan and beg and plead with him, but he was going to have it all his way.
"Ohhhbnnnnn!" she moaned softly, biting her lower lip.
Amy could hardly bear the intense pleasure she got from the feel of his prick gently probing the wet groove of her outer pussy. Maybe he's going to fuck me tenderly after all, she thought. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip as she felt the long stiff fleshy stalk of his prick slithering up and down her sopping wet cunt-lips.
"Ohhhnnnn yesssss, Tommy! Yesssss. yesssss!"
But suddenly she felt the ominous presence of his finger skittering around her tightly shut rectum. Oh no! She thought. Please not there!
But it was too late for her to protest. Nothing would stop him from doing exactly as he chose. She coughed and slumped forward as he quickly plunged his prick down into the very depths of her pussy for the first time.
"Unnghhmmmphh!" she half-gasped and half-grunted.
Still, the sensation was divine. But the one that followed it was not. She gasped and tears of shock squirted from her eyes as she suddenly felt Toni's forefinger quickly thrust deep into her asshole.
"Aaahhh!" she squealed with shock and pain.
Tiny daggers of fire stabbed her asshole. She didn't know whether the shock or the pain was worse. At the same time, there was an incredibly exciting aspect to it. Her body writhed with unleashed passion, her asshole and her pussy throbbing and pulsing wildly with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"How do you like that, huh!" Tom asked savagely, twisting his finger inside her ass and ramming her with his cock at the same time.
"Unh! Uhhggnn!" Amy grunted, feeling her shock and pain turn into animalistic need.
There was something about the debasement that thrilled her, that jacked up the erotic intensity of the moment to an incredible pitch. She shimmied her ass and bucked it back up into him, cawing mindlessly into the rumpled sheet.
"Oh, you like t, do you?" Tom panted. "Well, let's see how you like this!"
Amy didn't have any idea what he was doing, or what he planned to do next. She was just enjoying the wild depraved feeling of being so totally used and abused by her own husband, by the man who had so much reason to treat her this way after what she had done to him. Fuck me, rape me! she murmured over and over mindlessly to herself, not knowing when she said them out loud or only in her own mind.
"Fuck me! Rape me!" she panted. "Oh Tommy, luck me and rape me forever! Rape me, fuck me hard!"
But even though she was delirious with lust, she was not prepared for what happened next. She felt his cock withdraw from her cunt and was about to plead with him to put it back, when suddenly her face contorted in soundless agony.
"AANGGHIEEEE!" she screeched and grunted at the same instant.
He had pulled open her tight asshole with his thumbs and forced the ballooned head of his stiff prick into her ass. Sharp razor flames spurted through her invaded rectum. She choked and her body shank with terror away from his aggressive strength.
"OOHNNN! OH GOD, NOT THAT! PLEASE TOMMY!" she shrieked. "NOT THERE, PLEASE! OH PLEEEEEEASE N000000!"
"I'll teach you to fuck around, bitch!" he snarled.
His strong hands pinched and twisted the bouncy flesh of her pert up tilted ass as he pushed his cock further into her. It was very slippery, lubricated by Amy's copious cunt-juices. It rode deeply into her with ease. She could feel the huge thing plunging deeper and deeper into her anus, until she was completely impaled on it.
It was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced in her life. Furthermore, the hot intense daggers of stabbing pain seemed to give way to a whirling storm Of wildly pleasurable throbbing. Even, the horrible indignity of it gave her pleasure. He had dominated and punished her completely.
"Ohhhnnn god, ohhhhnn god!" she moaned, half in pain, half in intense pleasure, as Tom began to fuck her asshole with long thrusting strokes.
"Fucking bitch ... fucking bitch!" she chanted as he mercilessly pushed his prong into her, probing the depths of her backtrack.
He grabbed her clenching buttocks with his hands and twisted and pinched them mercilessly as he fucked her. And for Amy it was the ultimate horrible joy. Her bowels spurted with sexual fire, and her cunt dripped with honey. She pressed her face into the bed and groaned with delirious sex-joy. Her breasts throbbed and her stiff nipples rasped against the sheet as she writhed.
Completely skewered and impaled on her husbands relentless thrusting rod, she mewled and cawed mindlessly. Oh god, I deserve it, I deserve it! And it's so good, so good!
"Don't stop ... oh don't stop!" she panted, gyrating her ass back and up into his more and more powerful thrusts. "Fuck me, Tommy, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! I deserve it! Do it to me. I deserve it I'm a bad girl! Fuck my ass! Rape my ass!"
And as the frenzy of his lust increased, whipped up by the string of obscenities that came from Amy's mouth, Tom really began to let her have it. He probed the tight channel of her asshole with his stiff root, drilling her fiercely. Amy began to moan and whimper wildly under the savage punishment he gave her.
"Ohhnn! Ouch! Oooooohhhnn! Oh god it hurts! Oh yessss! Don't stop, don't stop! Jesus god in heaven fuck me, tuck my ass, oh! Oh god, it hurts! Don't stop!"
Amy was almost ashamed for receiving so much pleasure out of such a perverted thing. Part of her wanted simply to be totally debased and used by her husband for his own pleasure. And she knew he was getting phenomenal pleasure from having his thick cock embedded deep in her tight pinching rectum, which nearly tore the jets of cum out of him each time he plunged it deep. Sharp cries of lust would rise out of Tom's throat each time he sunk his tool down into her incredibly tight anus.
But even though she wanted to be punished, Amy couldn't ignore the heavenly pleasures that pulsed wildly through her own body. She knew she could come, she wanted to come this way. But she had to touch her clit, to rub it.
"Oh god oh god fuck me baby fuck me!" she chanted wildly to Tom, gyrating and flipping her ass up into each one of his deep fierce strokes.
At the same time she slithered both of her hands down between her belly and the sheet. She got them into her groin and began rubbing her clit madly. Her whole body lit up like an incandescent wire, stretched taut, ready to snap.
At nearby the same moment she felt Tom lean forward on her back. His hands slipped under her to grasp her breasts. He squeezed them roughly and buried his long cock more deeply into her asshole than ever.
Amy thought she would die as the coming began. Her trembling body was ruptured and convulsed by the shattering spasms of her climax.
"AUNGH! OH! AUNGH!" she squealed as the sharp convulsions of her orgasm tore her apart. "AAIYYEEEEE! AAHHHNNNNN!"
Her ass flipped so wildly as she came that Tom had to hold on for dear life so that his prick wouldn't be torn right off his body. And the crazy tossing and flipping of her wildly orgasming body tore the jism right out of him too. With a tortured groan he flung himself forward onto her rippling back as white-hot strings of cum leaped out of his ass-embedded cock.
"Aannggghhhhh!" Amy moaned as she felt his cock squirting into her tormented asshole.
Welded together by the fierce intensity of the double climax, they lay panting and quivering for a long time. Tom was on top of her back, and Amy's face was pressed against the sheet. She didn't want him ever to take his cock out of her ass. She wanted the warm gentle throbbing of their mated organs to last forever.
But finally he pulled out of her. She rolled over onto her back and pulled him down. on .top of her. She kissed him with wild ardent passion.
"Oh, you lovely lovely man!" said, widely. "Why didn't you ever do that to me before?"
"You mean you liked it?" he Said, sheepish now that it was over.
"I ... I never thought I would," Amy murmured softly, trying to return to the innocence of two or three weeks ago. "But I've never come like that in my entire life."
"Really?"
Tom was bursting with pride. He seemed to have forgotten all his grievances against her during the course of the stupendous fuck they had just experienced.
"Really," Amy said huskily.
She reached down and squeezed his dangling cock tenderly with one hand. Then she slithered down and took it into her mouth, oblivious to the fact that it had just been stuck inside her own ass. She was so delirious with happiness that nothing could stop her from showing her thanks to him in this way.
She knew it would be hard for him after having just come in such an explosive way. So she took her time and used all the skill she had developed over the past few weeks. She sucked him with tenderness and patience.
But she didn't tire. It was twenty minutes before she got him to come again, in her mouth. But it was the happiest twenty minutes of her life so far, now that by fucking he and she had got things settled. And she would never want anyone but him again.
Chapter Eight
During the following days she explained to Tom how she had become obligated to Aston and Krip. Since he already knew that she had lucked with Brad Aston, she made no attempt to conceal that from him. Instead she portrayed herself. as the victim, at the same time dropping sly hints about how she had caught him with Shari Aston too.
But since Tom didn't know that Max Krip had fucked her she saw no reason not to keep him in the dark. If he found out, that might just be the last straw instead she told him that Max had wanted to fuck her but she had resisted so strongly that he was unable to carry it off right there in his office.
Even while she went through the motions of telling her husband about it, in the back of her mind she couldn't help recalling Max's huge cunt-splitting cock impaling her from behind. Would she ever feel anything like it again?
At any rate, she and Tom decided that the only way to bring the entire business to a conclusion quickly was for Amy to work overtime for the next two weeks. She would sell so much Star Cosmetics that she could pay them off once and for all. Neither man would have any more hold over her.
And so she hit the sidewalks again, going door to door, smiling and chatting with bored housewives until she thought she would die of boredom herself. She sold some of her wares, but not as much or as quickly as she had hoped.
After about the third day, she began to think almost constantly of sex again. Even though she and Tom were fucking almost every night now, she could not help remembering the kind of life she had been living for the past months. All her new sexual experiences had unleashed a wantonness in her that she had never expected.
I wonder if I should go see Tamyra, she thought to herself one day, after she had grown weary of ringing doorbells. After all, Tom wouldn't suspect a thing if I were only tucking with her. There wouldn't be any cum or any smell left over.
Just the thought of the girl sent shivers of lust coursing up and down her body. She wanted to dash over to Tamyra's house right then and luck her ears off for the rest of the afternoon.
But she realized that she had to get control of herself. She had to be calm and self-disciplined about it. "You can't just go running off to get lucked every time the idea floats into your head, dummy!" she thought.
I know what I'll do. I'll ring two more doorbells and try to make two more sales. And then. I'll think about it again. If I still want to go see her then as much as I do now, then I'll go.
Feeling encouraged by her sense of resolution, she strolled up the walk of the next house and firmly pushed the doorbell. The door was answered by a shirtless boy of about sixteen or seventeen. An unruly lock of thick blond hair hung shaggily across his forehead. He was very tan, his shoulders broad, his chest smooth and muscled. It took Amy a few moments before she realized that she was staring at him in a way very different from that of a door-to-door salesgirl.
"Is your ... uh, mother home?" she stammered, feeling oddly nervous.
He shook his head. Amy realized that he wasn't looking at her in quite the appropriate way either. But at the same time he was charmingly shy about it. She saw his eyes dip down to the full outthrust swell of her breasts, then quickly dart back to her face, as if he were afraid of being caught.
"Well, uh ..." Amy stammered, not knowing what to say, but not really wanting to leave "I'm selling these ... things. Maybe she'd be interested in them. Maybe I could leave a few ... samples with you? Then I could drop back by when she's home and ..."
"Sure," he finally said. "You want to come in?"
He opened the door wider for her. Amy found herself going into the house even though she realized there was no point in it. If she were going to leave a few samples, she could hand them to him right where they both stood.
Nevertheless, his invitation to her hadn't seemed sinister or seductive. He was just being-matter-of-fact about it. She found herself standing awkwardly with him in the living-room of the house, holding her sample case, feeling foolish.
"Have a seat," the boy said, acting very clumsy and nervous himself. "My name's Rick."
Amy laughed softly, relieved to find that he was as nervous as she was. But what are we both so nervous about, for god's sake! She thought.
"Thanks," she said, sitting on the sofa, a big rose-colored one, soft and huge. She almost disappeared into the gigantic cushions. "My name's Amy."
"Maybe ..." Rick hesitated, "you could just show all the stuff to me. I could maybe buy something for my mom's birthday."
"Or your girlfriend," Amy suggested. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Amy regretted saying it the moment it came out of her mouth. She didn't like to sound like she was treating him as a kid. After all, he was only seven or eight years younger than her, maybe less. She could see how nervous her question made him. He squirmed in the chair where he sat, across the room.
"Yeah," he murmured bashfully.
Something about the way be responded to her question made Amy's cunt gush with warm juice. It was an unmistakable sign of how aroused she was by him. He was so shy and awkward and nervous. And yet he was so handsome, with such a. bard, lean, attractive body.
"Well then," she said, "maybe we can figure out something that would be nice for her."
She opened her sample case and spread her jars and bottles out on the coffee table. All the time she was thinking about Rick's cock. Would it be small, since he wasn't fully grown yet? Was he a virgin? She sprayed some perfume on the inside of her wrist and went over to him.
"Here, smell this," she murmured, putting her wrist under his nose.
Being this close to him, seeing the hard smooth flesh of his naked upper. body, made her blood pound. She wanted to run her hands all over him, to kiss him and stroke him.
"How does it smell?" she whispered.
"Great," he grinned up at her.
She turned away and walked back to the coffee table, walking slowly so that he could enjoy the undulating sway of her hips. Then she bent over in a purposely revealing way, letting him see the taut flesh of the backs of her calves and thighs. She tilted her ass up slightly, hoping it would arouse him to action.
You can fuck me if you want to, Rick, she repeated silently, as if concentrating on the words would make him hear them in his mind can luck me, Rick.
She sprayed another perfume on the inside of her other wrist. Then she walked back to him. This time he stared boldly at her breasts, under her blouse. He made no attempt to conceal his interest.
"My my," Amy whispered as she bent over him to let him sniff her other wrist, "what big eyes you have!"
"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, suddenly embarrassed.
Amy knew it was now or never Instead of continuing with the perfume-smelling ritual, she sank down into his lap, encircling his shoulders with her arms.
"Don't be," she whispered. "Wouldn't you like to do more than look?"
Rick swallowed dryly. He nodded and tried co act as if everything were normal. Amy kissed him. She wanted to change his fear into desire. Kiss me, Rick, kiss me and tuck me. I'll show you how. I'll be the first girl you've ever fucked.
The thought of that made Amy hot with redoubled lust. To be his first! It was thrilling and exciting to her.
She kissed him with tender skill, probing his mouth with her clever tongue. She curved her warm sensual mouth into his, teaching him to kiss her back. At the same time she ran her hands all over his hard young man's flesh, as she had been wanting to do.
"I ... I don't think we should be doing this," Rick said.
"Doing what?" Amy teased him.
"This," he said, gesturing at her sitting in his lap.
Ignoring him, she began to unbutton her blouse. Rick's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as more and more of Amy's flesh came into view.
"How long do we have before someone comes home?" she asked softly.
Now he began to see that she was serious. A look of mingled fear and desire flashed through his eyes. He glanced down at her full young breasts straining against the bra cups. Then he looked at his watch.
"It's only two o'clock. Nobody will be home until five thirty."
Amy's heart did a skip-jump. A whole afternoon! She had him to herself for a whole afternoon!
"You do want me, don't you?" she said in her most kittenish manner, Snuggling against him, looking up coyly.
"I-I've never ... done anything like this before," Rick stammered.
"It kind of comes naturally," Amy cooed, kissing his jaw, then his neck, finally his muscular bare shoulder. "Wouldn't you like to take my bra off for me?"
"Uh huh."
"Just hold me, that's right, and reach around and open that clasp like that, that's right," she murmured, tickling his ear with her tongue at the same time.
He had trouble getting the clasp loose. Amy waited patiently for him, feeling the hard gristle of his .young cock thicken and rise against her ass as she sat in his lap. She realized that she had nothing to fear by it being too small to give her pleasure. From what she could judge, Rick's prick was a whopper.
Finally he got the clasp of her bra open. She watched his eyes as he slipped the bra-straps off her shoulders. It seemed to her that he had never seen naked breasts before, except maybe in magazine pictures.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw hers. The awe in his eyes and the look of hunger on his face made Amy's nipples throb and ache.
"You like?" she whispered to him.
Rick nodded. He cupped the springy young mounds of her breasts in his hands. But he seemed too awe-struck to do anything else. Amy's breasts burned to feel his mouth on them.
"Don't you want to kiss them?" she prompted him.
Again he nodded. His eyes searched hers, full of hot questions. Amy feathered his hair with her fingers tenderly. Then she drew his head down to her breasts.
"Suck me, honey. Suck me," she murmured throatily to him.
Tongues of hot fresh desire seemed to lick at her burbling pussy as she felt the first tentative swipe of his tongue on her pulsing nipple.
"Oh yes, yesssss!" she hissed.
He kissed the upswept globes of her breasts all over. Amy sat scrunched up in his lap, shivering with passion, panting as his inexperienced lips plucked ineffectively at her nipples. God, he must think he's going to hurt me or something, she thought. At the same time, she was afraid of injuring his cock by sitting and squirming so hard on it. And we don't want that, do we, she thought. We want him to be in fine working condition, don't we?
"Let's go over on the sofa where there's more room," she suggested softly.
She got out of his lap and pulled him over to the sofa with her. Then she lay down on her back on it. Rick crouched beside the sofa on his knees. Instantly his hands and mouth returned to her full quivering breasts.
"Suck me, baby," she murmured to him. "Suck me, suck my nipples. Suck my nipples, yessss, that's it, yessssss!"
This time he got the idea. And the moment he sucked one of her aching nipples into his mouth, Amy knew that he had been dying to do it all along. For he sucked her with an intense, thirsty passion. He held her breast in both hands and drew voraciously on the large tingling bud with his lips, and stabbed the stiff center of it with his tongue.
When her first nipple was hard and rubbery, he turned to her other one and assaulted it in the same way. Except for Tamyra, Amy had never been sucked so passionately. And the excitement of Rick's being a virgin of her breasts being the first he had ever done this to, made her lust even stronger.
"Ooohhngggnnn!" she moaned, writhing wildly with pleasure. "God, don't stop, don't stop! It feels so good!"
She was aware of feelings in her body that were new and surprising. She was astonished to realize that she was very close to coming. Somehow the whole situation had aroused her to an orgasmic plateau. Rick's wild sucking had brought her to a climax long before she had ever anticipated one.
"Ohhhh yesss!" she panted, her shaking hands holding his head.
She pushed her breasts into his face, feeling her nipples ache and throb. Her wet pussy pulsed with flame. Her clit screamed for release.
"Oh! Oh god, yes!"
Suddenly a hot quick orgasm shook her. It caught her so by surprise, even though she had been waiting for it, that she couldn't cry out She gasped wildly for breath.
"AAUNGHH!" she gasped finally.
But her loud cry startled Rick, who stopped sucking. He looked at her passion-torn face, puzzled.
"Don't stop ... please don't stop!" she begged him. "I'm coming! Aahhnnnnggg! Oh, more please, more!"
She held her own breasts in her hands for him, squeezing them rhythmically while he sucked her nipples eagerly again. And within a few seconds the hot swift climaxes, were skimming through her again. She felt like a vibrating wire.
"AAUNGHH!" she cried out again.
"Aaannggghh! Oh god, yes! AUNGHH! Oooooohbhhlth!"
She felt like she could come this way all day, if only he would keep sucking her in his young fresh eager way. But she also realized that it was very self-indulgent of her just to lie there overdosing on pleasure, giving him nothing in return.
Finally she pulled his face up to hers and began kissing, him ardently. At the same time she reached her hands down to his groin, fiddling with his belt and his fly.
"Oh, you wonderful man," she murmured against his teeth. "Nobody's ever made me come that way, except you."
"Really?" he said, incredulous.
"Really," she said. "Here, let's get completely out of our clothes. I want to give you something back for what you just gave me."
Quickly she squirmed out of her skirt and panties. Now she was totally naked. She pulled him up on the sofa next to her. He helped her unfasten his belt and unzip his fly
She pulled his trousers down and off his ankles. Just a glimpse of the huge lump his entrapped young cock made in the white doth of his under shorts was enough to make her blood begin thundering through her body.
This time she got down on her knees in front of the sofa. She tugged his shorts down his hips.
"Lift your ass a little, honey," she whispered to him.
He did and she pulled his shorts all the way down his thighs. The large thick young muscle of his prick sprang up immediately, jumping with strong vigorous life.
Amy was sure her heart stopped for a second. Rick's young virginal cock was nearly as big as Max Krip's huge unprecedented monster had been. It. stood in the air like a telephone pole, throbbing and twitching with virile need.
My god, Amy thought, this kid's been walking around with this miracle swinging between his legs! And I'm the lucky one who gets the first plunge of it!
"Oh baby!" she murmured to him, taking his throbbing organ in both hands. "What a lovely big giant of a cock you've, got!"
He grinned awkwardly down at her. It was obvious to Amy from the look on his face that he was aware that his equipment was a trifle larger than normal His male pride seemed pleased that she was so impressed by it.
"Glad you like it," he grinned.
"Like it? Like isn't the word, I it!"
She stroked the tall thick pulsing pole with her fingers. With one hand she caressed his scrotum and manipulated his balls. At the same time she squeezed the swollen bulbous head of his massive cock with her fingers, making him wince with pleasure.
"Has anybody ever done this to it?" she said coyly, extending her tongue and running it all over the flared head.
Rick's hips shuddered visibly as the spasm of pleasure gripped him. He nodded, gasping and clenching his teeth. Amy was excited. She didn't know whether it was his youth or his inexperience or both, but his cock seemed twice as sensitive as most men's. Just her velvety tongue on it made him tremble and jerk with lust.
"Do you want me to suck him?" she whispered softly.
But when she looked up to his face, his eyes were glazed with overpowering lust. He couldn't even nod yes. But she knew that's what he wanted to say.
Holding his cock in her hands, she bent her lips to it. She kissed the bulbous head of it and swirled her wet tongue around it, feeling him jerk with spasmodic lust. When she finally sucked his prick into her mouth, she felt deliriously happy.
His cock twitched and pulsed more wildly than any cock she had ever seen. She dove on it and felt the huge thick stalk nearly fill her mouth. She enjoyed sucking his, young vigorous cock so much that she completely forgot how young. and inexperienced he actually was.
Even the taut shuddering of his lean jerking body didn't warn her, but only aroused her further. But before she had sucked his massive prick for ten seconds, Rick suddenly clenched and spewed cum into her mouth.
"Aaungghhh!" he howled with violent pleasure.
The warm spurting wads of jism jumped Out of his lunging cock and flooded Amy's throat. She gulped it down thirstily, surprised by the suddenness of his climax, half disappointed, but half wildly excited by the hot leaping tool that throbbed and squirted into her mouth.
Only when he was through coming did she allow her disappointment to take over slightly. God, be won't be able to fuck me now, she thought glumly as she licked the last few drops of cum from his prick.
But she had forgotten another thing too. She had forgotten how young and eager and virile Rick was. She licked and kissed his fantastic cock, expecting it to shrink and grow limp in the usual manner. But it didn't fall down.
The massive pole of flesh still stood tall and vigorous, spearing out like a hungry lance of flesh from his groin, pulsing with eager lust. By god, it's amazing! she thought.
"It's amazing!" she said out loud, stroking and kissing the big tireless tool with her hands and lips.
"Can I ... fuck you now?" Rick suddenly asked, still shy but coming directly to the point.
Amy realized that he didn't find anything bizarre at all in the continued strength of his gigantic cock. God, she thought, he must have to beat it off three or four times a day!
"You sure can, honey," she murmured to him. "You sure can."
He moved to make room for her on the sofa. But Amy wanted to do it in the middle of the living room floor, where there was plenty of room. Quickly she pulled him down next to her on the floor, spreading her thighs and pulling his hips between them.
"Let's do it down here," she panted. "More room. I want you to fuck me and fuck me. Fuck me, honey, fuck me good!"
Since he was new at this, she reached down at guided the head of his cock between her warm buttery cunt-lips. She clenched her teeth to withstand the. intense pleasure of feeling it penetrate her. But nevertheless, she nearly fainted with bliss as she felt the gigantic shaft of Rick's cock slide deeply into her pussy.
"Ooohhnnnnnnn! Oh god! Ohhnnnn!" she moaned, tossing her head, raking his back lightly with her fingernails as the immense sexual pleasure boiled through her twisting body.
Not knowing anything about fucking, Rick began to ram her quickly and repeatedly, jabbing her like a lust-crazed rabbit. It was okay with Amy. She knew she could come any way at all with his fucking her. The whole experience excited her so much that she thought she could probably come if he stood across the room and looked at her.
But what she really wanted was for him to go slow, to bring her back to the plateau where she had been when she came while he sucked her nipples. Then, when she got there, she wanted him to ram and cram the holy shit out of her like he was doing now.
"Slow, baby, slow ..." She whispered to him as he fucked relentlessly in and out of her tight clinging pussy.
And Rick seemed to get the idea. He slowed down and began to fuck her with calm skill, building up the tension, until he had Amy gagging and thrashing beneath him as the sexual pressure in her body made her animalistic lust surface.
She turned into a wild woman. She clamped his hips with her legs, pumping crazily, bucking her cunt up into his powerful thrusting cock.
"Rape me, baby," she begged him in a hot guttural voice, swarming all over him with her wild naked body. "Rape me! Rape me! Fuck me hard!"
And Rick began digging his gigantic cock violently into her creaming pussy, lifting her squirmy ass off the floor with each vicious thrust. Suddenly Amy shuddered. She clung to him as if suspended in mid-air, then ruptured with hot coming.
"AAANNNIIIEEEEEEE!" she wailed as the spasms of her climax tore her to pieces. "ANGGHH! AANHGGGIIIEEEEEE!"
On and on she screamed and climaxed, tearing deep shreds in Rick's naked back as the wild spasms of her incredible pleasure tore through her aching body. When her wild coming was at its peak, she suddenly felt Rick's body clenching too. She felt his cock exploding with cum deep in her clasping pussy, felt him coming again just as much as he had in her mouth earlier.
When it was finally over, Amy couldn't believe that it really was over. And she was right. Still Rick's cock refused to fall down. Since they had over an hour left before anyone was expected home, they fucked once more, this time long and slow.
Amy was exhausted by the time it came time for her to leave.
"God, I've never had an afternoon like it," she said to Rick as she drew on her clothes.
"Can't say as I have either," he said, charmingly sheepish again now that it was over.
They agreed that she would return two days later at the same time. They kissed fondly at the front door, and Amy smiled back over her shoulder at him as she walked down the path to the street. She couldn't help remembering how she had sworn never to do anything like that again, and how easily she had surrendered to temptation. But she shrugged her shoulders as the climbed into her car. It was the life of a door-to-door girl. The only way she could change it now would be to quit the job. And after today, she knew she could never do that. Never in a million years!
