It has become clear in recent times that the once time-honored institution of marriage is under severe attack. In the advanced industrial societies we see this trend mirrored in the ever rising tide of divorce and separation that at times seems to threaten the majority of marriages. We hear repeated warnings that the existence of the family itself is at stake, and with it the very fabric of life as we know it.
But it is usually the less visible manifestations of a problem that pose the most insidious dangers, more threatening because they are so much harder to recognize. They merge into the confused background of our daily lives and their very familiarity cloaks them with the guise of normality. The increasing divorce rate has already been mentioned, but what about the millions of married couples who live lives of quiet desperation, unable to recognize the nature of the emotional trap that has closed around them? This is the theme that author J. Wheatfield has so courageously chosen for the subject of this book.
Mr. Wheatfield pulls no punches as he delves straight into a world of paralyzing hypocrisy, of the claustrophobia of mutual jealousy and the dehumanizing struggle for petty victories that mars the relationship between couples who have refused to grow emotionally. After the problems have been clearly set out, we are given a first-hand glimpse into the inner workings of one of the more recent and least understood efforts of struggling individuals to come to terms with the realities of modern life. We find ourselves faced with a new movement, perhaps less drastic than divorce, but certainly more threatening to our traditional moral code. Adultery, wife-swapping, 'swinging', whatever name it bears at the moment, this current trend is seen by the tradition-bound as a debased and sinful way of circumventing the vows of matrimony.
But beyond the shocked and indignant reactions of its critics, one may sense in this subject a fresh new breeze of unabashed freedom and open-minded experimentation, coupled with a courageous attempt to reverse the seemingly unavoidable increase in personal unhappiness among married couples.
Will this new and daring experiment work? Can it save a threatened institution? Only the future holds the complete answer. The purpose of this book is not to pass judgment but to present a case study of just such an experiment, an encounter between two couples, people who bear general characteristics that we can easily recognize in our friends and neighbors and perhaps in ourselves. Any final judgment is left up to the reader.
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Thompson sat forlornly at the dining room table, unaware of the beautiful California morning outside the window of the tract house that she shared with Paul, her husband. Paul had left for work just a few minutes ago, and Janet didn't know how she had been able to hide the shocked misery that had been tearing at her heart while she prepared his breakfast. But then he was not always at his best in the morning and usually didn't come fully awake before his fifth cup of coffee.
Large tears were welling up in Janet's beautiful blue eyes, making them seem to melt, almost as if the brilliant blue of the irises themselves would begin to flow down the soft ivory curve of her cheeks and splash brilliantly on the gleaming table-top. Her lips parted a little, stung by the salt taste of a tear, and another hung heavy for a moment then fell gently towards her proudly up-thrust breast. It struck, hesitated for a moment, then ran smoothly down her cleavage, disappearing inside the flimsy material of the short nightgown she was wearing. She shivered a little.
Janet sat for nearly ten minutes without moving, her head bowed, her beautiful golden hair hanging loosely over her grief-stricken face. Inside her own mind she tried to convince herself that it was all just a bad dream, that the envelope really hadn't come yesterday afternoon, brought to the door by a special messenger. Oh, if she had only noticed what company the messenger was from then she might have been able to find out who had sent the filthy thing.
The envelope! Her eyes involuntarily went to the bookcase. She sat frozen for a moment, indecision washing over her, then she made up her mind and rose quickly to her feet.
She stood for a moment, her long smooth legs left naked by the shortness of the nightgown. Her full, perfectly rounded breasts held the thin material away from the rest of her body and the darker tips of her slightly erect nipples were clearly visible. The nightgown emphasized rather than hid the perfection of her body. She stepped, towards the bookcase and, as she passed by the lamp, the light shone through the filmy fabric and outlined the inward curve of her stomach and lower down, the soft swelling of her belly just before it merged with the broad sweep of her generous hips. As she bent over the bookcase, the nightgown pulled up a little showing a gentle shading where her legs joined her swelling buttocks.
She pulled several books from the shelf and then reaching far back in the bookcase, brought out a large manila envelope. The distressed young wife straightened a moment, weighing the envelope in one hand then moved back to the table with it. She sat down before she finally opened it. Reaching inside, she pulled out several glossy black and white photographs. The backs of them were to her and she hesitated before turning them over. Even though she had seen them before, she could not keep from gasping in shock as the photographs looked back up at her.
They were filthy!
Her stomach sickened at the tangle of naked flesh portrayed in each photograph. Most of them showed a man and woman engaged in the most degrading kinds of sexual perversions with one another and a few showed several people; it was impossible to tell how many the way the arms and legs and heads were tangled and interlocked in an insane jumble of lust.
At the best of times Janet would have been horrified and sickened by the disgusting acts portrayed in the films. Sex was an uncomfortable subject to her, and perverted sex utterly unbelievable. But it was not the sheer depravity of the pictures that made misery and fear lay heavily on her heart. She would normally have just thrown them away and put them quickly from her mind. No, there was more to it than that.
The man in the pictures was her husband, Paul!
A dazed confusion continued to grip her for several minutes, but then the inevitable thoughts began to trickle through her mind and they soon became a flood. How could he? What did it mean? Who could have sent the pictures and why? She started to cry again, but then made herself stop, determined to work this thing out in her own mind.
The evidence before her of her husband's betrayal of their marital vows after less than two years of marriage caused her to search her memory for the first signs of his growing indifference to her. When had he started to treat her differently?
It had all been so different before they were married. Her mind drifted back to when she had been living with her parents and had met Paul. Although she had dates before she met him, she had never been serious about them and had never, ever, gone to bed with anyone. Paul had been the first and only man in her young life. And now ... The tears started to flow again, and Janet found that for the first time she was thinking of leaving Paul, of going home to her parents, where she could be safe and secure. She loved her parents and they loved her. Her father was a fine man, a gentleman, and treated her kindly and lovingly.
Janet had developed early. When she had entered high school, she already was shapely and drew crude wolf calls from the boys and heard them mutter smutty suggestions to her in class and when she was walking down the hall. She hated P.E. when she had to don the gym uniform and run out on the field, her breasts jouncing as all the boys ran to the fence that separated the practice field. She would go through calisthenics while the boys hooted and made catcalls and some even called out vulgar suggestions until their gym teacher would come get them and force them away. Even a few of the younger male teachers looked at her with something other than an academic interest.
Rather than being proud of her body, she had always been ashamed of it. It was too fine-boned and voluptuous, too beautifully curved and refined. No one would ever have trouble telling she was a woman. When she walked, it was like oil pouring or jello quivering. She couldn't help it and, at home, in the privacy of her room, she had practiced walking in a way that wasn't suggestive. She wore high necked clothes and stayed away from miniskirts.
The few boys that penetrated this camouflage and knew what a prize lay underneath had to meet with her parents' approval before she was allowed to go out with them. Her parents were strict yet loving. She had had long talks with her mother about the 'state of matrimony' and what was expected and what was allowed and what was 'decent'. Her parents were religious and Janet naturally was too. Most of her dates were at church socials which were chaperoned and supervised and most of her dates were with a young boy named Peter Brookes.
Her parents had approved of Peter and, although there was whispered gossip that Peter was just "a little too refined, a little too effeminate for his own good." Janet had liked him and had enjoyed going on dates with him. Peter was always a gentleman, a good dancer, and funny. And, with Peter, she had felt 'safe'. He would never do anything to embarrass her. It had been fun being with Peter, almost as if he had been another girl friend, and she was sorry that he finally moved away, to New York City, where he got a job decorating windows for Macy's. Peter had always been clever and, when picking her up for a date, had sat and chatted with her mother about interior decorating.
Wistfully, Janet wondered if she could ever find Peter again. It would be nice to see him and talk with him. Her mother had always hinted that perhaps Peter might be a nice young man to "get serious with."
Janet sighed and wondered, if they had continued dating and gotten married, just what their wedding night would have been like. Certainly not like what had happened with Paul.
After the wedding, Paul had driven with breakneck speed to the hotel where they were going to stay the first night of their honeymoon. He had driven with a half-drunken restlessness, and several times she had pleaded with him to slow down. In their room while she had demurely retired to the bathroom to change into her negligee, Paul had drunk like a crazy man from a bottle of Scotch some friends of his had given them at the reception.
Coming from the bathroom, Janet had hoped it would be the way she had always dreamed it would be, the way her mother and minister told her it should be; a thing of beauty and tenderness and understanding and, somehow, some way, being "nearer to God and Christ." Her mother told her that her own wedding night had been a thing she would never forget as long as she lived. "Your father was so understanding and so refined, I fell in love with him all over again."
But, instead of her father sitting in the chair, rising gallantly when she walked into the room and being a gentleman and doing ... Janet wasn't really sure what he had done or what anyone was supposed to do ... she just imagined music and a good feeling and..."being nearer to God." Instead, there was Paul, a glass of Scotch whiskey in his hand, his eyes glazed and his speech thick. His face was covered with sweat as he lurched to his feet, and his eyes ... his eyes were lustful and greedy and disgusting as he took in her body ... then he swore and grabbed her and threw her down on the bed and, like an animal, like a wild man, he tore at his clothing and then at her beautiful new negligee and ripped it, ruining it forever.
It had been a nightmare, with her pleading, trying to keep her voice down so no one could hear, trying desperately to talk to him, to penetrate his alcoholic haze. But he only grunted and slurred filthy words and hurt her until, lying on top of her, her negligee torn half off her body, with his crude hands pawing her, massaging her in secret and intimate places, she had submitted and he had brutally ravished her.
And she had loved it!
A guilty, lustful, hideous feeling had swept over her and, for a split second, there had been the lewd, obscene knowledge in her body; that guilt-ridden lubricious knowing that she was doing something terribly wrong and depraved and perverted ... and loving it!
She was not what she thought she was! She was not like her mother! She was not a good person! Nor was Paul, for he was dragging her into evil ways, and she wanted to shout, to scream for him to go on with his pleasurable plundering of her body. But ... then ... suddenly he roared and his body stiffened, and she felt his wildly jerking penis grow in spasms in her throbbing vagina ... and she felt his cum, hot and plentiful, shooting up into her, filling her belly with a hot wetness.
A compelling lewdness had swept through her body, a feeling that she had never known before. She felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss, and knew she could abandon all her training and she could fall, wanton and lewd, into a deep valley of sin and sex and never return. She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind in an alien animal way, as she reached for something that vague promise. It was then that Paul grunted and his body relaxed and all his sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts ... and he passed out.
It took some doing to get him off her, but he finally rolled over and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying on the bed, her desire wandering, her guilt coming back. She put her hands over her face and cried. This was not the way it was supposed to be, this was not anything but an animal act, a mindless pleasure of the flesh. And she was no better than he. She had let him throw her around and treat her like a whore and to her own growing horror, she knew she would have acted the same way if he hadn't passed out.
Crying, the new bride had stumbled into the bathroom and looked at her tearstained face in the mirror, at her beautiful full-moon breasts with red marks where he had roughly clutched them. Using a towel, she gingerly dried her vagina and wiped his lewd sperm from the insides of her thighs. Then, fighting tears and gritting her fine white teeth, she looked in the mirror at her fine-boned face with its soft rounded features and her wide blue eyes and vowed that she would never be used in such a manner again.
And she had meant it! She had never let him take her again roughly and crudely, and she rigidly suppressed any answering sensations in her own body. Night after night, she lay there and endured. One time, Paul had tried to bury his face between her dutifully opened thighs, but she had leaped off the bed, shocked at such depravity, and had locked herself in the bathroom. After a year, they did not make love very often, and Paul would sometimes become bitter and say that it was hardly worth the effort anyway. The young wife said nothing, but deep in her own mind she felt a fierce glow of sadistic pleasure, a joy at paying him back for what he had done to her on their wedding night.
Now, as she sat at the kitchen table with the lewd and obscene pictures spread before her, Janet felt a wave of vengeful anger sweep over her. How dare he, she thought to herself. Whatever might happen between them privately, what right did he have to seek out other women? She looked at the photographs again and saw that some of the things he was doing in the pictures were just some of those horrible unmentionable things he had tried to do with her. She felt a tremendous desire to get even, to make him suffer, and she was startled at the odd churning sensation that this desire caused deep in her belly. She quickly put the thought out of her mind.
She began to sob again. Oh, why couldn't things have been different, she cried to herself. Except for sex, they had a very good marriage. Paul was thoughtful and considerate and they shared many interests. Why couldn't it have been the way it was with her parents, so beautiful and pure and loving. She knew that it was possible to have an entirely successful marriage without stooping to such perverseness. She knew she was right and that she should continue to refuse to give in to his wicked desires.
Her mind spun with confusion. There were so many things pulling and tearing her in different directions. She knew that she loved Paul and would do anything within the bounds of decency to win him back to her. But at the same time, she felt a lurking desire for revenge somewhere deep in her churning belly, and, unknown to herself, her own sexual starvation was making itself felt. She and Paul had not made love for over three weeks and her ripe young body needed it, even if she couldn't admit it to herself. So she sat there miserably, trying to think what she should do and finding no answers. Then her beautiful face lit up and she blinked. Of course! Laura!
Laura Jamison would help her! Laura would know what to do! Feeling better, the distressed young wife jumped up from the table and ran to get the phone book, her out-thrusting breasts jouncing with the movement, and the nightgown riding high up on her hip, giving a momentary glimpse of the soft golden down at the apex of the upward curve of her smooth thighs.
It made her feel more secure to think of Laura. Laura was older than Janet, about thirty. They had met and become friends in secretarial school. Janet had tried a year or two of college, but had not thought it was the place for her, so she had dropped out when she was nineteen and decided to learn a trade. One of the first persons she had got to know at the school was Laura. At first she had been nervous around the older woman, not only because she was more mature but because of something in the older girl's manner that hinted at a knowledge of dark and bitter secrets, almost an evil knowledge.
Laura had been married before, and after her divorce she had joined the Secretarial School, planning to make her own living from then on. But she had married the first man she had worked for after her graduation, Pete Jamison, a successful contractor. Janet shuddered a moment, wondering just what Laura saw in him. Pete was a big crude man with a hard and brutal force; he was always making lewd comments and his voice was too loud. But then there was that odd streak in Laura. Sometimes Janet wondered why she and Laura were friends; they were so different, but perhaps it was just that she felt Laura was someone she could turn to in times of trouble. Kind of like the older sister she had never had.
She dialed the Jamison residence, then waited tensely for what seemed to be an inordinately long time. She was beginning to wonder if there was anyone home when she heard the phone being picked up on the other end of the line.
"Hello." It was Laura's soft lazy drawl.
"Laura," Janet said haltingly, but she didn't know how to begin. There was a little silence.
"Hello," the older woman repeated, "Who is this? Is that you, Janet?"
"Yes, it's me. I ... I...." Janet's voice faltered and she began to sob.
"Hey, what's the matter, honey?" There was concern in Laura's voice. It took several minutes before she could calm down the younger girl, but eventually Janet haltingly told her of receiving the lewd photographs.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do?" Janet wailed. "I don't want to lose Paul, but I don't see how I can compete with all those other women. I guess I'm just not exciting enough for him."
"Well, I don't know what to do either, honey." There was a pause. "Hey wait a moment!" Laura said excitedly. "What was that you just said?"
"I ... I don't know. What do you mean?"
"What you said about not being able to compete," Laura said triumphantly. "About you not being exciting enough for him."
"Well, you know what I mean," Janet said with embarrassment. "I just couldn't make myself do the same things that those girls were doing in those awful pictures. You know what I mean, don't you?" the embarrassed young girl asked plaintively.
Yes, Laura did know, she reflected to herself. She had known for some time of the younger girl's prudishness. She also knew she had to move carefully.
"Sure, honey," she said soothingly. "I know you can't do those things, but that doesn't mean that you can't make your husband think you'd turn to someone else for comfort and solace when he plays around."
"Oh, but why would I? ... oh, you mean make him jealous. But how would I do that?"
"Let me think for a moment," Laura was silent on the other end of the line for a long time, then said, "Hey, I think I've got it. This friend of mine was having a little trouble with her beloved spouse and she hired a private detective to help her out. He's supposed to be a good-looking guy, and maybe you and he could set it up to make it look like you two have something going."
"Oh, no, Laura. I could never do anything like that. Why, Paul would never speak to me again if I did." There was a slight pause as she realized how ridiculous her words sounded in the light of what she knew her husband had been engaged in. "Well...." she said.
Laura continued smoothly. "Look. It might not be a bad idea to get in touch with a detective anyway, just in case you may have to get some legally binding evidence. Let's face it, Janet. Maybe when this is all over you may want to leave Paul anyway. I know it sounds cold and calculating but it's always better to keep all the bases covered."
Janet's heart sank as she heard the awful words that her friend had just uttered. "Oh, no, I don't want to leave him. I think my heart would break; I love him so much."
"Well, then, use this guy to get Paul jealous and maybe you'll get him back between his own sheets. That is, if you really do want to keep the home fires burning," Laura added a little coolly.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line and finally Janet blurted out, "All right, I'll do it. Oh, I just hope this is the right thing." Then new alarm came into her voice. "What if the detective won't be willing to do anything as nasty as this. Maybe he's got a family of his own and..." Her voice trailed off.
'Oh, my God,' Laura thought to herself, rolling her eyes back into her head in mock resignation. She hadn't believed anyone could be so innocent. "Don't worry about it, honey," she said patiently. "My friend vouches for the guy and says you can trust him to know what he's doing. You just call him up and see what he had to say. O.K.? "
There was a short hesitation again, then, "O.K. Could you give me his name?"
"It's Jack Brady. I don't know his phone number, but it's somewhere downtown. You-should be able to find it in the phone book."
"I'll call him right away then. And Laura, thank you so much," Janet said breathlessly.
"Don't mention it, kid. What are friends for?" Laura said this in such an odd tone, almost with bitterness, that Janet became uneasy for a moment, but then her mind cleared and she said, "Well, just thanks, anyhow," and hung up.
* * *
Laura put the phone down and stared vacantly into space for a moment. Then she picked the phone up again, dialed, and waited until she heard a deep voice at the other end mutter a surly, "Hello."
"Jack, this is Laura. You'd better get ready for a call from that little blonde I told you about. She'll be looking up your number right now. And you remember what I told you to do?"
"Sure, baby. You can leave it to me. You said she was a real good looker, right?" the heavy voice almost purred over the phone. "Hey," he added. "When are we going to get together again?" There was a note of lustful pleading in his voice. Laura thought a moment of the graceful power of his body, and a slow tingling ache began up between her legs, but she forced herself to keep her voice cold.
"When you've finished this little job for me, darling. Then we'll see. But I think you'll have your hands full for a little while."
She could almost feel the leer on his face as he answered, "You know me, baby. I never get enough." Then he laughed and hung up.
Laura held the phone a moment before putting it down and then turned around to face her husband, Pete, who was sitting back in a chair, an expectant grin on his face.
"Well," she said to her husband. "Our little plan is working. She got those photos we sent of her husband, all right, and she really took the bait. Youll be in her pretty pink panties before you know it."
A lascivious grin came over Pete's heavy features. "Great going kid. You were really great on the phone. You should be working for the CIA, or something. Hey, I wonder what that dumb husband of hers would have thought if he knew we were taking pictures of him the other night at our little party?"
"He's not so dumb," Laura flashed at him a little. "He's really a pretty decent guy."
"Sure, you'd think that," her husband jeered back, "the way he had his cock buried to the hilt in you the other night. But you remember our deal. I set you up with Paul and now you've got to set me up with that tender little piece of a wife of his." He guffawed, "I suppose he thought he was going to get something for nothing. Wait'll he sees me with his wife's tight little pussy spread open in front of me."
"Okay. A deal's a deal," Laura said, a warm glow coming over her as she remembered the tremendous fucking she had got just a few days ago from Janet's husband. "But I don't want her hurt. She's a good kid. She just needs to learn a few things." She really was very fond of Janet, and one of the reasons she was doing this, besides the promise she had made her husband, was that she knew the girl was much too prudish and puritanical to keep a man coming home every night. Maybe the shock treatment she was about to get would help break her loose. She walked thoughtfully out of the room.
"Sure, sure," Pete muttered after his wife. "I won't hurt her. Just stick her a little." An evil grin spread over his face.
Pete Jamison remained seated in his chair watching his wife's smoothly rounded buttocks swaying sensuously out of the room as she headed for the kitchen to make them each a drink. God, he was lucky and knew it, he reflected to himself. She was one woman in a million. He loved to see the lewd desire in other men's eyes as he walked down the street with her. One look and every man wanted her! Well, he wanted her too, but one woman wasn't enough for him, not for old Pete Jamison. It wasn't that Laura couldn't give him enough in bed. Christ, she could wear out any man, but it was the challenge of conquering new women, preferably young and shy women, the hard-to-get ones. Yeah, that was always the way with him, he thought to himself. He always needed the hard-to-get, the innocent, the holier-than-thou.
He thought of his own rise in the world, first from a laborer, then to an apprentice mason ... and now he owned his own construction company and was making a nice living. But even that was not enough! He had found out that there were those who still looked down on him because he had no education and his manners were not as slick and phony as theirs. Well, he knew how to get his revenge. He got his greatest pleasure from seducing women socially above him and reducing them to a crawling humiliation while he made them subject to his whims.
Yeah, he thought in his own mind. He liked to see the proud bitches cowering before him, begging for mercy before he rammed his long thick cock into their cringing little cunts. It was exciting to hear them moan from the initial pain of his brutal assault, but the thing that really turned him on was when their tortured bodies began to like it despite themselves and they would grovel and beg for more. It was then, after he had completely subjugated them, that he lost interest and had to begin searching for another victim to degrade and humiliate.
He remembered the problems that he had had with his own wife, Laura, when he first began to initiate her in his little games; but he knew that now she was as eager as him, if not more so. He had never lost interest in her, because she had always come back to him more turned on after an escapade than ever before. He loved to watch her fucking other men and then take her himself, brutally.
His mind turned to the Thompson girl. God, there was a piece. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that tight little ass. He was sorry that Jack Brady would get to her first, but that was the only approach he and Laura had been able to come up with. The little bitch had always shunned him and treated him like a common ignoramus when she was forced to deal with him. Yeah, he was really looking forward to her complete degradation and he had vivid pictures in his mind of her firm young body pinned underneath him, mewling and writhing in the throes of abandoned lust while he fucked her to a mindless oblivion.
And he hoped her husband would be there! He was a college graduate, and while he had always tried to all appearances to treat Pete as an equal, Pete was sure there was still an edge of superiority there. Who knows? he suddenly thought to himself. I might even offer the poor bastard the job as chief accountant for Pete's Builders if this works out. He laughed out loud. It's the least I could do after giving his wife a taste of something hell never be able to match.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack Brady sat in his office, thinking about the phone call he had just got from Laura Jamison. Jesus, what a woman, he thought to himself. That fat bastard, Jamison, was really lucky to have a piece like that around all the time. And now this new one that was supposed to be calling him, she was supposed to be really stacked too.
He was still lost in memories of Laura's fantastically lush body when the phone jerked him away from his thoughts. He picked it up and gave his name.
"Hello?" the voice at the other end was halting and frightened. Just that one word served to convey an aura of tremendous innocence. He found himself wetting his lips nervously.
"Yes, may I help you?" He made his voice soothing and warm.
"Mr. Brady?" the voice said timidly. "My name is Janet Thompson. A friend suggested I call you about a very delicate problem I'm having, well, with my husband. I ... I was wondering if you could help me?" Brady thought he could detect a note of surpassed sexuality underlying the halting speech.
"Well, yes, I might be able to. Just what is it that you want done."
There was an embarrassed pause. "Well, Mr. Brady. I don't know where to begin. You see, I got some pictures in the mail and they...." Janet's voice trailed off.
"Yes, you were saying," Brady prompted, but there was still silence. Christ, maybe he was going to lose her. "Say, perhaps you find it a little too difficult to talk about this over the phone," he said smoothly. "Why don't you drop by the office? Perhaps this afternoon. Would two o'clock be all right?" He waited expectantly.
"Yes," Janet said after a moment's hesitation. "Maybe that would be better." She felt reassured by the calm manly voice at the other end of the line and for the first time began to feel that she was doing the right thing. "Yes," she said. "I'll be there at two."
Knowing when he was ahead, Brady gave her his address and quickly hung up the phone, a lascivious grin of anticipation playing over his lips. Barely able to contain his eagerness, he went into an adjoining room and began preparing the equipment he planned to use in the seduction of Mrs. Janet Thompson.
* * *
It was five minutes before two when Janet arrived at the address the detective had given her, and her knees were trembling with trepidation at having to reveal the whole sordid story to a stranger. She had the photos in her purse and blushed at the thought of having someone else seeing them. She stepped out of the elevator and looked uncertainly about her v before she noticed a door down the hall that had a sign: Jack Brady: Confidential Investigations. Standing there frightened, she began to lose her nerve and was about to turn and go back to the elevator, when the door swung open and she was face to face with a large, powerfully-built man.
"Good afternoon. You must be Janet Thompson," he said in a low reassuring voice. "I'm Jack Brady." He had heard the elevator door open and close and was taking no chances on losing his client. He ushered her into the office, and before she knew what was happening she was seated facing him across a large desk.
"Well, Mrs. Thompson," he said, getting right to the point. "I believe you said something over the phone about some photographs. May I see them?" Janet forced herself to open her purse and pull out the photographs. She had been sure she would feel like crawling under the desk while he looked at them, but oddly enough, she felt nothing but trust in the big man.
Brady was looking with apparently professional interest at the photograph which he had already seen before, unknown to Janet. In fact, he had taken and developed them himself. But his mind was full of the vision of the lovely blonde girl sitting across from him. He groaned inwardly at the way her proud young breasts made the front of the demure dress she was wearing swell out. She had dressed in her usual conservative, even old-maidish manner, but he found that the contrast between the prudish clothes and the lush ripe promise of the body beneath it caused his rapidly awakening cock to jerk and swell a little in his pants, even though he tried hard to control it. "Oh, God," he thought to himself. "If this works I'm going to be ramming everything I have into that in just a little while."
"Well, uh, Mrs. Thompson," he forced himself to say, his tongue sticking a little until he pulled his eyes away from trying to see the smooth taper of her legs as they disappeared up the overly long skirt, "these are certainly interesting photographs, but just what is it you want done about them?"
It took Janet a moment to get it out but then she blurted, "The man in the picture is my husband, Mr. Brady, and I want him back, and Laura ... that is ... a friend of mine thought that you might be able to help by making him jealous and..." she finally ran out of breath.
"So that's it," he said with a slight smile. "And just how do you expect me to make him jealous?"
"Well, I thought that maybe we could be seen together in a lot of places and you could seem attentive to me," she blushed a little, "You know, we could hold hands in a restaurant my husband frequents, and ... uh ... go someplace where the secretaries in his building are sure to see us..."
Brady let a frown pass over his face and he pretended to deliberate this a moment before speaking. "I really don't like to discourage you, Mrs. Thompson, but it's been my experience that things like that never really work. And I don't like failure. If I don't feel that I can complete a case successfully, I won't take it."
Janet's heart sank. Despite herself she had been counting more than she knew on this stranger helping her with her problem. A small tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "Oh, Mr. Brady, I don't know what I'm going to do. I've never been in trouble like this before and I want my husband back, at least I think I want him back, and I have to do something about these photos." She was really sobbing now.
"Hey, hold on a moment," Brady said in false concern. He came around the desk and put his arm around her shoulders. "I didn't say I wouldn't take the case, but I just don't think your plan will work. Let me put a little thought into it. And in the meantime, I think you need a drink." He went to a cabinet set in one wall of the office and opened it, revealing rows of bottles inside. He reached in and pulled out a short square bottle with a thick green liquid inside. He poured a little into a glass and then added some water. "Here, this'll do you good; calm your nerves down." He handed her the glass, but Janet hesitated a moment. She was not used to drinking very much and she had fortified her courage with an unaccustomed double shot of whiskey before she had left the house. The engaging smile on the detective's face reassured her, however, and she took a sip of the cloudy liquid and was surprised that it tasted so pleasant. And he was right! She instantly felt a soothing warm glow spread deep inside her. She took a bigger drink and the glow intensified. "What is this?" she asked.
"Pernod," the big detective said. "It's very good for the nerves." And for the inhibitions too, he thought slyly. He watched as she finished the drink and then he poured her another. She watched, fascinated as the liqueur, normally a deep green turned a cloudy yellow when Brady added water. She held the glass in her hand, aware that her head was buzzing a little now. She never had been able to drink very much, but she was grateful for the way the drink soothed and calmed her. She waited trustfully as the detective went back to his seat and musingly thumbed through the small pile of photographs. He looked at them a long time and then he suddenly sat up straight in the seat as if an idea had just hit him. He stared at her for a moment, making his face grave.
"I think there might be a way," he said. "But I'm not sure that you'll want to do it."
"Oh, what is it," she said. "I'll do anything to win Paul back." She noticed her speech was a little thick and took another drink. It seemed to clear her head for just a minute.
"Well, I don't know. It could be a little embarrassing for you."
Her interest was really aroused now and she begged him to tell her. "It couldn't be any more embarrassing to me than those pictures," she said.
"That's just it, these pictures," he answered. "Your perfect counter move. You have these pictures of your husband in, uh, rather unusual behavior with these women, so why not present him with pictures of you doing almost the same thing?"
Janet was so shocked and surprised by his words she could not speak for a long moment. Brady cut in before she could say no.
"What I mean, of course, it that the pictures of you would be posed, not the real thing."
Janet started to splutter out her denial but choked over her own words. "Oh, but who could take the pictures without getting wrong ideas about me?"
"Don't you think you can trust me?" Brady asked gently.
"You ... you mean ... you mean you would take the pictures?" she blurted out. "But who with? I mean, who would the other p-person be?" She felt a strange tremor in her belly as she half-guessed the answer to his question.
"Me, of course," he answered. "The fewer in on it, the better for your privacy. I have a completely automated photo studio just on the other side of that door. In a few minutes you could have all the photographs that you need."
He got up from his chair and came towards her. No, no, her outraged conscience screamed in her head. Get out, run away before it's too late. But she sat, paralyzed, in her chair, the effects of the strong liqueur blurring her mind, confusing her so that she could not make a clear decision.
Brady gently took her by the arm and helped her to her feet, then guided her towards the door he had indicated. He opened it with his free hand, and she could see that the room was indeed filled with all the equipment necessary for a photography studio, with one addition.
A king-sized bed stood in the middle of the room!
She hesitated at the sight of it, but the detective led her through the door and shut it behind her. She noticed she still had her glass in her hand and finished the liqueur in one long drink without taking it from her lips. She felt dizzy for a moment as the Pernod hit her stomach, but it passed, making her feel bolder, and a little reckless....
Brady moved away from her and made some adjustments to the camera and lighting equipment that surrounded the bed. Then he turned to her, a strange half-smile on his face.
"Maybe we'd better begin," he said, and began to slowly undress. She felt a strange forbidden wave of feeling wash over her as his powerful naked chest came into view. She stood rooted to the spot as he began to fumble with the belt of his pants.
Out, out! Get out now! her mind screamed, but she seemed unable to move, like a bird charmed by a snake. She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the sinful sight, but she was afraid that he might move towards her while she was unable to see.
It seemed to take only a second until he stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard penis standing out from underneath his flat stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He faced her with an odd grin twitching at his lips and began to half-unconsciously stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head. He finally looked down at what he was doing.
"I think it will make the pictures more realistic if it's hard, don't you agree?" There was an odd catch in his voice, and he seemed to be having difficulty with his breathing. His mind was whirling, his overwhelming desire for the innocent young wife making him dizzy. The knowledge of what he intended to do to this naive little bitch and the throbbing hardness of his own cock contrasted jarringly in his mind with the picture of her standing before him, fully dressed in her long, prudish clothes.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes," he asked in a tight voice. Then he saw the horror and apparent disgust in her eyes, and a spark of rage and frustrated lust shot through him. Who the hell did she think she was? he asked himself. This prissy little bitch thought she was too good for Jack Brady. Well, by God, he'd show her. He'd have her whether she liked it or not. He moved towards her deliberately.
The contorted expressions of fear that swept across the terrified girl's face like tidal waves began to excite a dark streak of cruelty in the detective. His face changed, became ugly and twisted by depraved lust. Something snapped in Janet then. She suddenly turned towards the door, and grabbing the knob, tried with all her strength to open it. .
Oh, God! It was locked! She was helplessly trapped in the room with this sex fiend!
She whirled, facing him. He grinned again, crazily, his mouth twisted in a lewd grimace. She began to see the sadism in him and watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint in his eyes, like a hot ember glowing in the fire. She tried to speak, but she couldn't make the words come out. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched this lewd man still stroking his penis to even greater hardness before her. Against her will her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and he stood for a moment longer in front of her, reveling in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. He started slowly toward her.
"D-Don't touch me," Janet finally managed to stammer through the immobilizing fear. She knew there could be no escape now. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
"Are you going to take off those clothes, or do you want some help?"
Janet stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do against his strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do with as he wished.
He reached out with his powerful hands, cupping her face in his palms, and with a quick sudden jerk drew her hard against him. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm moist depths of her mouth.
She stood rigidly in front of him feeling the upright hardness of his throbbing penis digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. I'm gonna do it to you nice and easy."
Then Janet was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he opened it down to the tops of her ripely flaring buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her naked flesh as he pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her ankles. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as it dropped to the floor and her full white breasts burst into the open air. He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulling them slowly down over the soft mounds of her fearfully quivering buttocks, and let them drop down to the small pile of her other clothing around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked while she heard him panting on his knees in front of her. She jerked drunkenly, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, and swaying she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for total surrender he dropped his lips to the "vee" of her crotch, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Janet jumped from his tongue's electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backwards towards the bed. The edge caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Jack Brady leaped forward and caught her in that position as the naked young wife kicked to close her legs, clamping his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and pressing them even further apart. Eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled against his powerful grip, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his-leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in lewd preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart exposing the moist pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
Janet jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her nakedly rounded buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Oh, God! Ooooooh, Oooooooooh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief this nightmare that was actually happening to her, as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast of her vagina below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself, in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into her firmly quivering breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation of the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained open wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the shuddering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Janet lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages being heaped upon her helplessly trapped body. There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises the detective was making at her warmly throbbing vagina. Oh God, how could she ever face him again after allowing her body to be subjected to this cruel inhuman man hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie there beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire without so much as a scream in protest. Oh God, why had Paul deserted her? Why did he have to deceive her and force her into the company of this lust-crazed beast? Janet had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
His eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The goddamn little bitch! This would teach her to treat his body as if it were a thing of filth. She obviously liked to pretend she was too good for fucking, he laughed to himself, giving an extra hard thrust of the tongue. Well, he'd show her! Before the afternoon was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. And ... by God ... she'd get it and more. Chuckling softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her nakedly squirming body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flattened plane of her cunt to his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her vagina.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from the young blonde's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body.
"Oooooooooh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her' trembling young buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tortured rectal opening. His answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab of his tongue into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaggggh," she .groaned again as small tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
Janet sobbed helplessly before his attack, feeling the growth of a new and even more horrible fear, for in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her love-starved body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the wetly darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves down there.
"Oh no! No! I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but the more frightening thought that her body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But, it was a losing battle as Brady mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind the dam burst and all the built-in inhibitions accumulated through the years were washed away in a roiling wave of desire.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly spasmed and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair, accompanied by a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.
Brady sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, thrust his thick wet tongue into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her nakedly rounded buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed it deep into that white little belly of hers and shot his hot eager sperm all the way up into this tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who was screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... and get it good.
He reached down with one hand and pressed the hidden plunger of the camera and heard the shutter click, followed by the rasping sound of the self-winding mechanism. Their two bodies writhed on the bed, the man's darker head buried deep between the widespread legs of the beautiful young blonde girl. Her hands clung tightly to his hair as if it were a matter of life or death. Her ecstatic face was contorted into a half-crazed expression of passion that seemed to border on the verge of hysteria.
Janet squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of the detective's flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again watching his face, her hands locked tightly behind his neck pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her greedily devouring cunt. It seemed as though the delicious oral fucking had gone on forever, when suddenly Brady forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under this stranger stripped and naked and defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But then he spoke:
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he breathed. "Just like your husband was fucking in those pictures, only better."
Janet lay still, with her thighs open wide, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had his long thick cock sunk deep inside her.
Brady bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the erect little nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her cunt below. Without volition, her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"Goddamn, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it."
Janet lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more, but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," Brady grinned in triumph above her.
Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Janet opened her thighs wider apart. Brady levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, took his angrily throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes against the sensitive ragged edges of her lust-moistened pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before, him, not even daring to breathe.
"Ooooooooh," she hissed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaagh," she coughed as the blood-engorged tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Janet felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ooooh, God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his sadistic grin of victory above her. Oh, God, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it! He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her tightly tensed cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, Watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the hair-lined lips of her groveling little pussy.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
Brady fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her wetly cringing vagina like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her inner cuntal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his sperm-laden balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life and his hotly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now its thick heated length lay sunk deep in her belly filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh of her pussy, enclosed in her moist warm vaginal sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Janet too lay immobile, afraid to move for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside her belly, the thickness of Brady's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Auuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper pain.
"I told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he tormented above her, flexing again.
"Aaaaaaagggggghh," she groaned deeper this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it, I said?" He flexed again.
"Ooooooohhh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"W-what?" was all the anguished girl could mutter.
"Beg me, I said," he repeated with greater arrogance.
"Ooooh, no I can't, I can't," she prayed beneath him.
"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" he flexed his eagerly pulsating penis deep down in her quivering young belly again.
"Oooooh, God, don't, don't, I can't," the tortured blonde wife fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg, too. She just couldn't!
He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time. Sensing she was about to submit, he pressed a button and heard the hidden motion picture camera whirl to life, filming it all now!
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg, you bitch."
"Ooooh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say 'fuck me', " he commanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face Paul again with the innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her hungrily throbbing vagina.
Jack Brady sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul and, clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth, he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each short stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth, soft-bodied young wife into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she had reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, he could detect a wanton vein in her that had just never been tapped before. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on today, and he could think of nothing better than having a cute little hot pants like this around that he could sneak over and have of piece of anytime he got the urge.
Janet's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender to this lewd stranger sent chills of excitement running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Jack Brady's huge cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her naked young body soon was twitching and writhing beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.
Brady slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the warm globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the way her lush body had filled out the prudish dress she had been wearing, and the earlier lewd thoughts he had had of holding her like this. The realization that she was now his to do with as he wished drove him to greater frenzy.
The shamelessly aroused young wife's buttocks were flexing and relaxing, now, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his angrily pistoning cock to greater and greater depths.
The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she wantonly writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and of giving back to him the same amount of pleasure he was giving to her.
Brady slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the back stroke and then thrusting forward into her eagerly uptilted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his cum-filled balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of further humiliation and slid his fingers down over the velvet smoothness of her ass cheeks and found her tiny puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. It was warm and rubbery and he could feel it working with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins.
He used his outstretched middle finger to push into it with a sudden quick movement, and felt the elastic anal ring yielding before his attack.
"Ooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from lips in painful protest.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noises of total subjugation to his will.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless rectum.
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground further up into her rectum. Then, moments later, he slipped a second finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it, too, moved into the soft warm depths..
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
Brady smiled triumphantly into her wet sucking mouth as he felt her begin slowly screwing. her buttocks back onto his impaling fingers as he probed methodically around the warm buttery depths. The moaning young wife was hopelessly skewered between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly into her anus. And now, mewling beneath him, she began twisting and moaning in complete abandon under this double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wet little pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined vaginal folds clasped tight to his rampaging hardness.
He fondled and played with the wetly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her vagina flowering in greedy desire to devour even more of his long hard thickness.
He quickened his thrusts, hot, pulsating and deep, as her ripe young body thrashed beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back down hard against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her defenselessly exposed vagina was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
He grunted and groaned and increased his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden, previously untouched recesses of her womb. Her lustly ripened breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
And suddenly she shivered under him!
"Oh God! ... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ooooooooh, Oooooooooh!" It was a scream of disbelief ... of surprise ... of pleasure!
He felt her tight little cunt opening around him and gushes of a wetly heated liquid flooded out around his thick pistoning cock. He thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, and he worked to make it true ... so she'd want it again ... and again!
He felt the convulsing young blonde wife jerk up towards him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again feeling suddenly his own wildly spewing sperm shoot from the tip of his cock far into her soft quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Janet had never known could exist.
Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her nakedly quivering body was beaten and satiated as it never had been before, and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who was lying on top of her with his thick penis still buried deep inside her still gently palpitating vagina. Again tears stained her cheeks as she imagined the obscene picture that they made. Pictures! Oh yes, the pictures. Here she was lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body covering hers between them in the age old position of the conquering man. Well, she had been fucked, and fucked good, and now all she wanted to do was get away from this horrible place as fast as she could. Even though she had caught her husband making love to other women, that gave her no excuse. He must never know, never.
"Like it, baby?" Brady lifted his head above hers and grinned down at her.
"Yes, Mr. Brady," she said coldly, "Now let me up. I want to go home."
"In a moment, Mrs. Thompson," he said sarcastically. "Why, I haven't even pulled it out yet, see."
He flexed his deflating rod gently in her vagina.
Janet groaned from the further indignity, throwing her arm over her eyes to blot out the closeness of his face over hers. It was enough to have been so weak and to have allowed her body to surrender to the crudeness of this horrible man whose cum lay hot and sticky deep in her belly, but to have to listen to him talk about it afterwards was just impossible.
"Please let me up, please," she whimpered. "I have to go before my husband gets home from work and finds out I'm not there."
"What are you worried about? He's getting his, isn't he? Turn about's fair play."
"I know, I know," she pleaded with him. "But it's different with a man. He could never forgive me."
Janet could feel Brady's penis slowly becoming limp inside her belly. Her vagina felt flooded and used as it never had before, and she wanted to close her legs and rest the ache that was forming there. She had pleaded with him to let her up, but he had not responded. He was enjoying to the fullest his brutal and complete conquest of her proud young body and was in no hurry to withdraw from its warm wet cavern. She lay quietly, afraid to move for fear that it would excite him again and cause his thick huge penis to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the horrible humiliation again, of his spewing his hot white cum inside her once more, would be too much. She would not be able to stand it, and so she lay still, hoping he would let her go without subjecting her to further indignities.
Then finally, she felt his spent body stirring above her. She felt his withdrawal, his now-soft penis slipping from her vagina with a lewd sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed through her loins and over her body when he rose. A long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest, and she closed her legs gratefully, feeling the pain subside a little in the stretched muscles of her thighs. Her eyes opened and then she saw why he had got up!
The cameras! Oh God! They had been running automatically all this time, recording every lewd and disgusting detail of the sordid scene that had gone on between them.
The detective was working with them now, making adjustments or turning them off, she didn't know and didn't care. She just wanted to get out of here. She slipped quietly off the bed and quickly pulled her clothes on. She saw the key then, lying on a small table near the door. Brady didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, so she moved over to the table and picked up the key. She had the door opened in a second. She looked back once as she passed through and saw that the detective was staring lewdly at her.
"Hey, wait a minute, Mrs. Thompson," he said, looking surprised. "Don't you want your photographs?" She could hear him laughing as she ran towards the elevator.
CHAPTER THREE
Later in the same afternoon, Pete and Laura Jamison were still in their living-room, Pete sprawled comfortably in his favorite chair and Laura stretched out in a provocative manner on the couch. Pete was just finishing another drink and was looking at the lush body of his wife, the first tinglings of lust beginning deep in his balls, when the phone rang. Laura got up a bit dreamily and walked over towards it, her full sensuous hips swinging lazily.
"Hello? Oh, it's you. Well, what happened? Oh? ... Really! That's great ... You got the pictures? ... It couldn't have gone better ... Right ... Good work Jack ... Right. That's right, I'll be seeing you soon, lover. Don't forget the party Friday night. Bye."
Laura turned with a smug smile on her face. "That was Jack. Everything went perfectly with Janet. He says he fucked the hell out of her and has pictures to prove it. So what do you think of that?"
"Christ," he groaned. "I just wish it could have been me." I can't wait to get into that little doll."
Laura frowned slightly. "Well, you'll just have to wait. She's not going to be that easy to get. She's probably so confused now that she doesn't know which way is up. And one more thing! Don't you forget that I get another shot at that young stud of a husband of hers. I've still got a few things to teach that innocent young boy. You know, Pete," she said, getting a mock serious expression on her face, "Sometimes these young kids make me feel downright motherly."
"You're not that old, chicken," he laughed. Then his face got a far-away look again and he muttered half to himself, "Man-o-man, I just can't get the thought of that tight little ass out of my mind."
"Hey, come back to earth, big boy. You've got all you can handle at home right now. And remember it! I don't get, you don't get. I'm a jealous wife, remember. Momma wants hers too."
"OK, OK, if you want to be a kill-joy and take away the few pleasures a man my age has left in this world, be a bitch. I'll just have to settle for you this afternoon."
Laura smiled up at him demurely. "Pete, let's take these drinks into the bedroom, shall we?"
"Why, you little whore!" Pete smiled as he followed her down the hallway. "How come you're so selfish? You always gotta come first. You drag me away from my day-dreams for your own selfish designs. I mighta known."
"Well, you don't have to follow me, my love," she cooed, turning just inside the door and acting seductive as she peeled the robe from her ripely matured body and dropped it to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not...."
"Now, let's not be hasty," he replied quickly, his face flushing as his eyes locked on his wife's voluptuous body. "I think we can work this out between us without too much fuss and bother."
Laura smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the room before she walked softly to the huge double king-sized bed and lay down full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion posture. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a wanton smile playing across her lips. Pete's breath sucked in slightly from the sudden excitement of the pose she had taken.
Damn, he thought. There's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the millionth time in their marriage played over the full well-rounded curves and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours stretched out in anticipation before him. They stopped for a moment on the high-set round breasts that were set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. He never failed to marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their large size. This possibly was the reason why he had hired her for his office, why he had just had to have her. Well, he had gotten her, and it had lasted a long time. He had married her just a few months after she had started working for him. Nothing had changed since then, and he still marveled each time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a thirty-one year old, and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused silently to himself, he would never have had to step out of the house. She was enough for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see the soft pubic hair covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit gleaming wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains.
"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get naked," Laura teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.
"You little prick-tease," Pete half growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile of trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, if then."
He handed her her drink and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her brazenly naked form, spread waiting below. His long thick penis stood out rigid beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Laura had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his hardness.
"Mmmmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That didn't take long."
"Did it ever? Nope. Old daddy is ready right now. Open wide, honey, I'm comin' in fast." He grinned down at her, taking the glass from her hand.
"Hey, wait a moment!" Laura screamed in mock panic as she rolled out of the way of his leap onto the bed. "I thought the only thing you had on your mind was that 'tight little ass' as you insist on calling her. Maybe you had better wait for her."
"Oh, baby, come on," Pete good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a little before the action began.
"Nope, it's not going to be that easy. How come I have to be the one you take it out on after you get all worked up over some little hussy?" she said as she squirmed seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed.
"OK, OK! I know what you're after, and I promise that you'll get plenty of your share too, once I've got that swell little cunt of hers squirming underneath me."
"Is it a deal? You mean I get to make it with her husband again," she smiled, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her sensually alluring body against him. "That'll be the best part," she said tauntingly.
"Well," he said, pretending ruffled pride, "It just might take you a while to recover from what you're going to get in a second, so we'd better wait a few days before the plan goes into effect."
"Don't you worry about me," his wife said as she nuzzled his ear. "You can bring him over this afternoon after I've taken care of you, if you like. You never could stay long enough to make me beg for mercy."
"We'll see about that later," he grinned over at her, taking her hand and pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding penis. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Pete groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles and penis.
"Oooooh, I thought it was lover boy you were so hot about," he sputtered as she gave a hungry squeeze to his eagerly pulsating cock that sent shivers down his spine.
"Mmmmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime." She continued the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full length of his lust-hardened shaft. "Look, baby," he wheezed as her hand squeezed and fondled him, sending hot darts of sensual feeling skidding wildly over his body, "Once Paul sees those pictures of his little wife putting out for Jack, especially since he's been bitching so long about how cold she is, he'll be hot to get even, and all you'll have to do is to be handy. He'll probably fuck you half to death."
"Mmmmm, I like. Gives me a chance to show my talent and satisfy my maternal instincts all at the same time," she crooned gently. "Darling, for setting this up you're going to get a little reward."
His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her tips down across his stomach. Her fingernails scratched tightly over his massive cock that reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Suddenly, she was hovering on all fours with her face poised just above his pulsating hardness, and he could feel her hot breath blowing over its sensitive tip.
She haunched on all fours over his loins, stroking his lust-thickened shaft first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed down tightly over the throbbing sensitive head of his cock. In keeping with their usual "game", he continued to taunt her with what Paul was going to be doing to her.
"And, ooh, he'll be throwing it to you, oooh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her cock-contorted mouth. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his shaft buried between her tightly ovaled lips.
"Go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head.
"Fuck it, you can hear about it later," Pete growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck it baby and concentrate on what you're doing."
He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a good profile look at his wife's face as his hardened shaft of hot flesh began to saw rhythmically in and out of her soft warm mouth. The very sight of the lewd image caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of his hotly throbbing cock all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized, in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, tightly clinging to his pole of virile flesh as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her lushly ripened breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the glass.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment it was the blonde Janet Thompson who was crouched above him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming his long hard cock deep in her aristocratic little throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst like a water-filled balloon.
"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved over his loins, her voluptuous body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her flesh. He felt the pressure growing in his cum-filled balls and knew it wouldn't be long now. His heatedly pulsing cock felt as if it were filled with lead and ready to explode; and when it went it would spew its insides for yards in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, hearing the chokes and gags of protest unheeded in his quest for the final end of this torture that was building building-building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.
His wildly jerking cock lurched once, ballooned, and then flooded Laura's hungrily sucking mouth with spurt after spurt of white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling like a feeding kitten at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, and he convulsively rammed his ejaculating penis farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep, deep into her greedy little mouth.
With one last earth-shattering moan, he jetted the last of his white hot sperm, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the thick, pulsating shaft.
Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Pete threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling languidly at the limp, useless penis in front of her, and then she crawled up over his belly and kissed him hard on the lips.
"You think you can get as good from that 'tight little ass' you keep talking about?" she asked, smiling up sweetly at him.
"We'll see, we'll see," he grinned back at her. "She's going to take a little training. You just wait until I get my hands in her little pink panties."
"My, you are fierce," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt him hardening again. "And an insatiable old bastard too," she grinned, feeling the moisture rising impatiently up between her thighs. She knew it was going to be a long, delicious night, and she smiled silently to herself in anticipation.
Not too far away, Janet Thompson was lying stiff and silent in bed, her mind a crazy jumble of confused thoughts and half-remembered mental pictures of the degradation she had suffered earlier in the day.
She had managed to return home from Jack Brady's office before her husband had arrived. She didn't remember how she had got there, just a hazy memory of a taxi driver's face as he kept asking her where she wanted to go. "Hey, whatsa matter lady, you all right?"
She had stumbled in the door, closing it behind her and sagging back against it. Once she was home, her mind had cleared a little and she slowly became aware of several things: her clothes had been pulled on too hastily, and her stockings were slightly loose around the smooth flesh of her thighs. And then she had realized that there still was a warm stickiness high up between her legs. And most of all she smelled of sex. She could sense the heavy, musty, tantalizing odor as it drifted around her, clinging gently to her abused young body.
Going straight into the bathroom and pulling off her clothes, she threw them into the dirty-clothes hamper. She avoided looking at the reflection of her own body as it was reflected back at her in all its soft curves and warm colors by the bathroom mirror. Her body was a thing of shame to her now; it had betrayed her to a stranger not only "betrayed" her, but responded to him and his virilely hardened cock in a way she had never responded with her husband. She had cum!
The distressed young wife took a long shower, washing as much of the memory of her humiliating experience from her as was possible. When she stepped out of the shower stall and slowly dried herself, she experienced an almost electric feeling of shock as one end of the large towel swept across the tender flesh of her pubic area. She was amazed at how sensitive it was, like never before! Forcing herself to look more closely, Janet saw that the area around the soft pink folds of her genitals was red and a little swollen after being so heavily used by Jack Brady's huge impaling penis. She shuddered at the memory, half in horror and half in a kind of guilty pleasure ... and immediately forced the lewd thought out of her mind.
All that she could think of then was the difficulty of facing her husband when he came home from work. Oh God, he would be able to tell that she was an adulteress, she thought to herself. He would know just by looking at her face. She dressed slowly, in a misery of impending fear, and forced herself to begin dinner.
But when Paul had come home, he had seemed to notice nothing unusual. He gave her the usual perfunctory kiss at the door and then had gone in to read his newspaper. He complained as usual at the dinner table about how he was taken for granted at the office and how someday he would show them all, and she had stammered the occasional agreement that was all he really wanted to hear. As soon as dinner was over, she retreated into the kitchen by herself to do the dishes while he sat in the living room watching television. She had supposed it was the television that had kept him from noticing that anything was wrong. The only times he had spoken to her all evening, he had kept his eyes glued on the tube.
The miserable young wife went to bed early, by herself, muttering something about a headache. She felt an odd thrill as she pulled her nightgown over her naked body and felt the lace edge brush over the sensitive tips of her nipples ... the same little nerve endings that had been so thoroughly titillated by Brady. She got into bed then, waiting for, yet dreading the moment when Paul would join her.
When she was finally lying there quietly, there was more time for her to think back over this incredible day and analyze her feelings. At first she tried to condemn herself for her wanton and depraved actions, and to hate Jack Brady for the humiliation he had put her through. Gradually, however, one thing above all else became clear to her.
It had been wonderful!
Oh, God, how she had loved that long thick cock fucking into her. Her loins began to throb again as the lewdly exciting memories washed back over her, slowly drowning her feelings of shame and remorse. She became even more aware of the tenderness in her well-fucked vagina, and knew that her almost-virginal pussy could take even more, wanted more. She groaned to herself and twisted and turned under the smooth sheets, trying to fight down the lascivious feelings that started up between her tightly clenched thighs and then spread in an insidious wave over her flushed and trembling body.
Her hands had begun to stray down towards the hair-covered "vee" between the sweating softness of her thighs, intent on pressing tightly against her hungrily throbbing organs, to try and still the surging heat there at any cost. Her fingers brushed lightly over the now swollen tip of her aching clitoris and a tremendous wave of feeling, almost like an electric shock, shot through her. She groaned and pressed harder.
And then Paul walked into the bedroom!
"You say something, honey," he said, and she jerked her hand away from her groin and lay stiffly silent, trembling in shame and frustration.
"N-no, just yawning," she lied. He only grunted and then walked over to the dresser to begin getting himself ready for bed.
Janet hoped that the feelings surging inside of her would stop, would be shocked into death by Paul's sudden arrival, but they only became worse as she watched him slowly undress. She could not help but notice that he had a good build, not quite as heavy and powerful as Jack Brady's, but slender and strong. She was amazed at the hot flood of desire that coursed through her as he finally stood naked a moment before getting into bed. Her eyes were riveted on his thick white penis, and she wondered how she had never before noticed how large it was. It stood out a little from his body even though it was still soft.
The aroused young blonde shivered with emotion as he climbed naked into bed; he always slept naked if the weather was warm enough. Now she could feel the long lean hardness of his body against her, and she could not keep her love-starved body from twisting a little in the bed.
"Sorry, honey," he said. "Am I crowding you?" He started to move away a little.
"N-no," she gasped out quickly, not wanting to lose this wonderful electric contact with his body. She shuddered a little.
It was then that he finally woke up and sensed something different about her. He turned towards her in the semi-dark and could see the fevered gleam of her eyes as they sought out his face. One arm was against her side and he could feel the heavy beat of her heart and her deep ragged breathing. 'My God, what's this?' he thought to himself. He couldn't believe what seemed to be happening and hesitated a moment before gently laying his right hand on her left breast.
A deep, low groan of hunger broke from her tightly clenched lips!
Christ, he thought, and experimentally slid the same hand down her trembling belly and placed it gently between the soft heat of her thighs. He almost gasped when he realized the fabric of her nightgown was soaked through in the warm thick fluids that were seeping from her passion-wracked cunt!
The rest was sheer instinct. He took her then, roughly and passionately. She responded as she had never responded before. Her body was awakened to his caresses and he buried his tongue deep down in her mouth, sliding it wetly through her eagerly parted lips. She had never let him do that before, but now she was responding fiercely, her own tongue licking and darting about in sharp little thrusts, curling about his own tongue, searching out the dark warmness of his own mouth.
When he entered her, she reacted like a tigress, twisting and bucking with a wild wantonness up against him, her long smooth legs locked tightly around his buttocks. Her wildness added more strength to his lust, and he rammed his thickly swollen cock into her clasping vaginal depths again and again, feeling as if he had infinite strength. Then, for the first time in their marriage, she was cumming under him! Her exultant scream of release triggered his now excited climax and they came together convulsing, moaning into each other's mouths as they feverishly kissed. Then, all too soon, it was over, and they lay exhausted in one another's arms, unable to speak or even to move for several minutes.
They caressed gently for a short while, and then she fell asleep, feeling for the first time in her life really complete. Her body had been used and plundered today until there was no feeling left in it except for the warm satisfied glow deep inside her belly, and all the thoughts of guilt and shame had been swept from her mind. For the moment, anyhow, she was just a sated, sleeping animal.
Paul looked down at her with wonder. My God, what got into her? he asked himself. His mind explored several possible explanations but he was afraid to think too much about them; he only knew that he had just had the best fuck of his life, and from his wife at that. He didn't want to do anything to screw it up. Hell, he thought, if he were getting something like this regularly at home, he wouldn't need to go to those parties with the Jamison's. Pete and Laura made him a little nervous anyhow. God, he'd give them up anytime if he could regularly come home to what he had just experienced, but maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe she'd been reading a sexy book and got turned on. Hell, he'd buy her a whole library of sexy books. Then he fell asleep in the middle of that thought ...
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Paul woke before Janet. He watched her for a moment as she lay quietly sleeping, her long soft lashes folded gently down on the pink and ivory of her cheeks. She looked so marvelous lying there that he couldn't bear to awaken her, so he slipped silently out of bed and dressed in the bathroom. He left the house, shutting the door carefully behind him. He had decided that he would have his breakfast at the little cafe across the street from the office.
Janet didn't wake up until nearly an hour later. She had been involved in a dream featuring huge pulsating penises coming at her from all directions and was finally awakened by their assault as they ran clear through her body as though every pore was another vagina. She woke with a start and found herself looking up at the ceiling. She lay quietly for a moment and then stretched languidly, happily. The movement of stretching her arms up over her head pulled the smooth roundness of her breasts out from under the sheet and they leaped free, white and glowing as they were pulled taut by her motion. A slight shiver of pleasure passed through her body as the tiny pink buds of her nipples scraped across the stiff edge of the sheet.
God, her body was aroused!
Never before in her life had she been so aware of the different parts of herself. Her breasts tingled and there was a warm, luxurious, staisfying dampness way up between her thighs, nestling in tight under the crisp golden curls that partly covered the hidden tunnel of her vagina.
She remained in bed a few minutes, luxuriating in her new physical self-awareness, twisting her body first this way and that in small sensuous motions before she forced herself to get up. She was glad that she was alone. She wanted this time to herself to get used to the new way she felt. She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door and watched expectantly as her body began to come into view. For one of the first times in her life she really took a good look at herself.
She admired the long creamy legs that merged smoothly into the soft swell of her hips. Her pubic hair was a small perfect golden triangle. Her waist was small without being hard or flat, and her rib cage swelled out as a necessary support for the round firmness of her two pink-tipped breasts. She slid her hands under her breasts, cradling their warmth in her two palms, and pressed them tightly together. She felt a deep thrill at both the sensuous feeling of it and provocative picture that looked back at her from the mirror.
Mmmmmm, she thought to herself. Yesterday had been quite a day. It all seemed like it had been a million years ago and had happened to someone else. There seemed to be so little in common between the way she felt now and the way that other Janet had been feeling for so long.
She let her mind go back over her experience yesterday with Brady. She had been horrified then, and she was still disturbed at the memory of it, at the feeling of utter degradation she had felt as she had run from the detective's office, her body soiled and used in the most humiliating fashion. But she no longer felt any hatred or resentment towards Brady. He had used her and violated her for his selfish sexual reasons and there was still no excuse for the infidelity to her husband that she had allowed herself to be trapped into, but something had happened there in that office yesterday. In one of those moments when she had been most helpless, most used and most humiliated, something had broken in her, some old festering inhibition that had caused her to bring an element of coldness, fear, and prudishness into her marriage with Paul ... and now it was gone. She was free!
When she and Paul had made love last night it had been as never before, she reflected to herself. All of her had risen to meet all of him, and they had been locked together in complete marital abandon. And this she owed, at least indirectly, to Jack Brady, whatever his personal reasons might have been. She had her friend Laura to thank for the impulse that had taken her to the big detective's office, she thought gratefully.
But there was one thing remaining at the back of her mind to trouble her. She had gone to Brady's to make her husband jealous, to win him back, and there was no need for that now. She felt that, with her new sensuality, she would be able to compete successfully against the other women that her husband had recently been involved with. No, she didn't need the detective's help any more, but there was still one little problem. The pictures!
All during their love-making yesterday, the automatic camera had been taking pictures of her and Jack Brady. She wanted those pictures back; she didn't want to take the chance of any of them ever turning up where her husband might see them. Not now!
She walked over to her dressing table and quickly pulled on her dressing gown, then moved decisively to the phone. She quickly found Brady's number and dialed. His voice came on the line in a minute.
"Mr. Brady? This is Janet Thompson," she said.
At the other end of the line, Jack Brady's face lit up as her voice reminded him of the really tremendous fuck she had given him the day before.
"Well, hello," he said with enthusiasm. "I was hoping I'd hear from you. How are you doing?"
"Mr. Brady," she said, keeping her voice business-like and ignoring his tone, "I wonder if I could come over this morning to see you at your office. It's about the pictures," she added.
"The pictures," he said. "Oh, you mean the ones we took yesterday."
"Yes, Mr. Brady. You do have them, don't you?" she said, a note of worry creeping into her voice. "I mean, the prints and the negatives, or whatever you get out of them?"
"Well, yes of course. They're all right here. They really came out well. Wait'll you get a look at them," he said, a slight snigger in his voice.
"That's good, Mr. Brady, because I want them, I should be over in about an hour." Her voice was all business again.
Damn, thought Brady. It sounds like she's going to back out of the deal. What rotten luck! She's one of the best fucks I've had in a helluva long time. He vowed to himself to make her change her mind, but his voice was purring on the phone.
"Sure, you come on over and I'll have everything ready for you," he said, and thought to himself, you bet I'll have everything ready for you, you little bitch.
Janet said good-bye and hung up. That wasn't so bad, she said to herself ... He'd really been very polite. He really was a pretty decent guy and he certainly wasn't the only one to blame for what had happened yesterday. If she hadn't let herself get in such a compromising position, the poor man probably wouldn't have got so carried away, she thought naively.
She began to get dressed then, and was a little surprised to find that she was choosing her prettiest clothes. Her skirt was just a little too daringly short to be wearing to someone's office for business. But she rationalized it to herself by thinking that she had been neglecting her appearance for too long and had really better do something about it. Her husband Paul had never before seen her in this dress and she looked forward happily to his reaction.
She couldn't help but think back to the way she and Paul had made love last night. Yes, she wanted to look good for him! And to him! She would go to see the detective and get her pictures back, and then she and Paul could begin their married life all over again.
The unsuspecting young wife felt like singing as she left the house and started downtown...
* * *
Paul Thompson, too, was thinking about the way he and Janet had made love last night. Damn, she had really turned on. He felt his cock begin a slight jerking in his pants as he remembered how she had clung to him and had kept trying to pull him deeper into her wildly bucking loins. Christ, if she was going to react like that, maybe now was the time to teach her some of the interesting bedroom innovations he had been learning from Laura and the other members of their swap group.
Mmmmmnn. And that was another thing, he reflected with some concern. That couldn't go on any longer, not if he and his young wife were to have a chance to be happy together. No, he'd have to drop out. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he thought of Laura's magnificent body and of some of the ways she had made love to him. But he pushed the thought roughly from his mind. He loved his wife and he knew he would have to give up his secret swinging activities of the last few weeks, like it or not.
Just once more, he thought. He had already promised that he would be at the next party, and he knew that he would have to go through with it. It was being held at the house of some rich friends of the Jamison's. Yes, just once more.
But if the unsuspecting young husband had known what was in store for both him and his wife, Janet, he would have picked up the phone right then and called Laura to give her some excuse why he could not come...
* * *
Jack Brady was still making his preparations for Janet's arrival when he heard the elevator door open and close outside his office. He hurriedly arranged a small lacquered box, placing it on his desk close to the chair where she would sit. Then he got up and went to the door as he heard the knock.
"Well, hello there," he said jovially as he opened the door. "I was beginning to be afraid that you wouldn't make it."
"Well, I hurried over as fast as I could," Janet answered. She remained standing nervously close to the door. She felt a little afraid now that she was actually back in the room with the man who had so humiliated her yesterday.
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and was surprised how big he was. All she had been aware of yesterday was his ... well, never mind, she said to herself. He was asking her to sit down.
"Mr. Brady, I'm in a hurry and just came by to pick up the pictures," she began.
He cut her off. "Oh, yes, the pictures. Well, I think we'd better talk about them." He walked behind his desk and sat in the huge swivel chair, tilting back and looking down his nose at her. "Sit down," he said again with a little more authority.
Janet's stomach gave a little leap. My God, maybe he was going to blackmail her! She sat down quickly.
"Y-You, you are going to give me the pictures, aren't you?" she managed to get out.
He looked at her a moment and then burst out laughing. God, this little cunt was too much, he thought to himself.
"Sure," he boomed out. "But you did come here yesterday and put a business proposition before me, and I have to see that it's satisfactorily concluded. You're going to have a sign a release that I have turned over to you all that we contracted for."
Janet's head was starting to spin a little from these unforeseen complications. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered.
"Well, you're going to have to look at the pictures and make sure that they're all there and then sign for them. You wouldn't want anyone to believe that I might be holding some of them back, would you?" He laughed a little.
"No, but do I really have to look at them?" She didn't see how she could face the proof of her infidelity with this man. Her face was already beginning to flush from embarrassment just at the thought.
"Yep," he said good-humoredly. "I just can't see any other way." With that he reached into the desk drawer before him, pulled out a large folder, and set it on the desk in front of her. She stared at it fixedly for a moment, afraid to move. He was savoring the suspense he held her in, a leer hidden somewhere deep inside of him, and then he opened the folder.
She gasped as she saw the first of the pictures. She had only caught a glimpse of it, but that was enough. She could see a large photograph of the detective's dark head buried deep between the contrasting whiteness of her own widespread thighs. There was a disgusting look of pure animal lust on her face in the picture. She had to look away; she felt a little sick.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he said. "You don't look so well. Can I get you anything? Would you like a drink?"
"Oh, no thank you," she blurted out. She had promised herself before she had come here today that she was not going to drink anything. She remembered the dulling effect the Pernod had had on her inhibitions yesterday.
"Well, how about a cigarette, then? You look like you could use one."
"No, thanks. I don't smoke."
"Oh, really?" he said. "Sometime's I wish I didn't. Did you ever smoke, or were you one of those people who managed to give it up?"
"Oh, nothing like that," she answered, glad of anything that would change the subject away from the lewd spectacle of the pictures spread before her on the desk. "I've tried to smoke a few times, but it always burned my throat and made me feel sick. I suppose that sometimes it would be better if I did smoke. I'm kind of a nervous person, and I've heard that smoking can calm you down a little."
"I know what you mean," he answered in a friendly manner. "I used to have the same problem, but I found that I had been trying the wrong kind of cigarettes. I finally found a Mexican brand that's particularly mild. Would you like to try one?" He reached forward and opened the lid of the little lacquered box. Inside, Janet could see a half dozen thin brownish-colored cigarettes that looked like none that she had ever seen before.
"No thanks," she replied, even though secretly wanting to take one. She knew she had to get back to the pictures soon and any delay would be welcome.
"Oh, come on," he insisted. "I've got a whole carton of them at home. I really think you'll like them." Janet didn't seem to notice the growing tension in his manner.
"Well, all right," she said and, taking one of the dark wrinkled looked cigarettes from the box, raised it to her lips. Brady quickly leaned forward and held the flame from his lighter to the end of the cigarette. There were little beads of sweat on his upper lip.
"The best way to smoke this particular brand," he said casually, "is to inhale deeply and then hold it in for a little while." Janet hesitated a moment and then did just as he had told her. Brady barely managed to hide a wild gleam of triumph that came into his eyes as he saw the tip of the cigarette glow brightly as she drew the smoke into her lungs. God, he thought to himself. What a break that he had had the cigarettes on hand when she had called. They were marijuana!
Janet was surprised by the odd taste the smoke had as she inhaled. It was unlike any other cigarette she had ever smelled. Musty and strong, but not unpleasant. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds as she had been ordered to. At first she felt nothing, then a warm tingling began to spread throughout her body and she felt more relaxed at once. She inhaled again.
This time she felt the room around her sway a little and then it was as if everything had become new. She saw everything in a new light as the conscience-killing drug began to seep into her blood stream.
She found herself wondering why she had ever been frightened of Jack Brady. He was really very friendly. In fact, she wondered why she had ever been frightened of anything. She felt very good about the whole world just at that moment.
Her eyes had been moving aimlessly about the room and now they fell on the photograph lying on the desk. She felt curious now, and picked up another one of the pictures. She looked at it first with a kind of impersonal interest. It showed Brady crouched between her wide open thighs, the tip of his lust-swollen penis flattened against the moistly glistening opening to her vagina. It was not until she had got to the next pictures which showed Brady's massively thickened penis buried deep in her, only about an inch of its gleaming trunk protruding from her down-covered vagina, that she began to remember the deliciously lewd sensations that had flooded through her ravaged body yesterday. She almost bent forward as she felt a pulsing throb begin deep inside her sensually awakening vagina.
She began to look through the pictures more quickly now. Her breath was coming faster and faster until she was almost panting. The dazed young blonde had not noticed that Brady was lighting another one of the dark brown marijuana cigarettes until he had handed it to her, already burning. She greedily drew the conscience-killing fumes deep into her lungs, savoring the warm, sensuous waves that washed in giddy pleasure through her body. Little ripples of feeling chased over her soft flesh, and she could feel her nipples unexpectedly hardening under her brassiere.
More and more of the pictures passed before her, and now her body and mind were reliving the entire experience she had undergone here yesterday. She could feel her underwear grow wet and warm high up between her trembling thighs from the warm lubricants that were beginning to flow from her vagina ... her vagina which was now beginning to slowly palpitate as if Brady's wonderfully thick cock was actually once again sunk deep inside her belly, plundering the wealth of her trembling body.
Janet had been so lost in her own remembered ecstasy that she had forgotten where she was, but then her eyes were attracted away from the pictures by a movement on the other side of the desk, and she looked up to see that Brady was now smoking one of the odd cigarettes himself. His eyes looked a little glassy already, but she didn't notice. Instead, her drugged mind had little difficulty in separating the man sitting there from the man in the pictures, and he seemed somehow just an extension of the sensuousness that was now racing through her own thoroughly aroused body.
It took her a moment to realize that she was sitting across from the man who had finally awakened her slumbering body and had made it possible for her to have such a complete sexual experience with her husband, Paul, last night. A warm feeling of gratitude flooded over her. She wondered what she could do to repay him. She looked back down at the pictures that showed his head buried deep between her thighs ... and then she knew. She looked up again and smiled at him sweetly. That surprised him for a moment.
"Uh, you like the pictures, Mrs. Thompson?"
"Very much," Janet said, and then looked at him boldly, her courage magnified by the conscience-killing marijuana fumes. Her body was raging half out of control now, set on fire by the lascivious scenes portrayed in the photographs and her sharp memories of what this man had done to her. She continued.
"Yes, they are very good. But do you think that there are enough of them? Why, they're all pretty one sided. They just show you doing things to me. Wouldn't it be better if, you know..." her voice trailed away suggestively.
Brady couldn't believe his ears. Jesus Christ, the little bitch was actually propositioning him! My God, he'd never seen the marijuana work this fast, he thought to himself.
He really wasn't aware what effect the tremendous fucking he had given her yesterday had had on her, wasn't aware that her ripe young body was now thoroughly aroused and sensual as never before. The drug had only removed the last few vestiges of fear that usually held her back from the sex act. He didn't know all the details but certainly he wasn't going to let such an opportunity pass.
He stood up and said, slowly, "Well, maybe you'd better show me what you have in mind." Without looking at her, he moved towards the door to the photo studio. Janet stood up too, and was surprised to find that she was swaying a little. She was confused a moment, and then thought that maybe she was allergic to the cigarettes.
Brady was holding the door open for her when she reached it. She stood in the doorway for a moment and then her eyes fell on the huge double bed that had been the scene of her shame, her pleasure, yesterday. A slight shock rippled through her body as her conscience screamed for her not to go in that room again, not if she loved her husband. But her conscience was slowly being smothered under the soft billows of the marijuana fumes that were swirling heavily through her fogged brain. The moment passed ... and she went in.
"Do you have your cameras ready, Mr. Brady?" she asked as she turned around slowly and seductively. Her hands were already working at the buttons of her blouse, and after a few deft movements, she pulled it from her body and threw it carelessly into a chair. She was standing before Brady, naked to the waist except for her brassiere and he gasped as her hands went behind her back to loosen the clasp. He saw the tight-stretched material come free, and then the beautiful young wife was sliding the loops down her arms; the brassiere slid the rest of the way off by itself. Her beautifully rounded breasts leaped free then, quivering a little from her movements, and her berry-like nipples began to harden as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. She did a little turn in front of him, holding her arms up over her head so that he would be able to get a complete view of her tautly-stretched breasts.
Brady had started to step forward to take her in his arms, but Janet was already unfastening her skirt. The drugged young wife slipped it quickly down her sensuously curved thighs and let if fall in a soft puddle around her ankles. Then, she was standing silently, just wearing her high-heeled shoes, stockings, and a pair of little bikini panties which she had pulled on over her garter belt.
Never taking her eyes from him, she slid her fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, but very slowly. When the first golden strands of her pussy hair came into view, she stopped, and looked at Brady teasingly.
The private detective was on fire now, driven mad with desire at the lewd scene this seemingly innocent girl was performing before him. His wildly aroused cock was beginning to swell in his pants, and he felt that if it got any bigger it would split the material.
Janet could not keep her hips from moving in eager little circles as her thumbs drew the smooth nylon of her panties lower and lower and her fingers trailed slowly across the sensitive flesh of her now wildly-excited pubic area. Teasingly, she slid them down a little more, and Brady had his first glimpse of her cunt shining wetly through the soft golden fleece. Her panties were down on her thighs now, and Brady could see several passion-wetted strands of her pussy hair sticking to the inside of the panties as they slid lower. And then the panties were gone. She kicked them free and was standing there wearing only her stockings, garter-belt and high-heeled shoes. She had reached for the clasp on her garter belt but Brady stopped her.
"No, no," he gasped hoarsely. "Leave them on, leave them on."
Janet looked confused for a moment, but her hands came away and she stood up, proud and straight. The contrast of the black lace of her garter belt against the milky-white of her inner thighs and buttocks made her look more naked than if she had been wearing nothing at all.
Swaying seductively, the drugged young blonde walked up to Brady and began to fumble with his belt. It took her a moment to complete the unaccustomed task, and then she quickly slid the zipper down and reached inside, her hand searching for the warm hardness of his throbbing penis. Her fingers lovingly wrapped around its thick shaft and squeezed. A low groan came from the private detective's lips and he involuntarily thrust his hips forward, goaded by the intense feelings that were beginning to course through his inflamed nerves. He felt as if his wildly throbbing cock was going to explode at any second as Janet worked it out through the opening in his pants. As soon as his penis was standing out, thick, stiff, and pulsating in front of him, she slowly slid the palms of her hands along the hard shaft until she was able to cup the swollen tip in her fingers.
Brady groaned again and began to tear at his clothes. In a few seconds he was standing naked before her, his eagerly pulsing cock jerking upwards a little more with each of his heartbeats. He could stand it no longer and, reaching out, he crushed the young wife's voluptuously ripened body to him. When he pressed his open mouth tightly against hers, she immediately thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a wordless gesture of passion.
"Oh, God, baby," he whispered into her mouth. "I want you to suck my cock ... just like I sucked your cunt yesterday."
She nodded her head gently in agreement, his mouth still locked tightly to hers. Through the swirling vapors of marijuana dulling her brain and conscience, Janet knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now it seemed such a small thing to do for this man who had brought such a wild, delicious response from her loins only yesterday. She had done that partly in revenge against her husband, but instead, he had shown her what one person could really give to another. She wanted to do it for him, she wanted with all her heart to repay him with pleasure for the ultimate kindness he had bestowed on her.
They fell back nakedly together on the bed. Brady lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her shoulder as their breathing mingled. Their closeness excited the detective even more.
Janet could feel his massively heated penis lying across her thigh, could feel it throbbing almost in unison with their labored breathing. "Are you realy for me to suck, darling?" she whispered in his ear, the sound of her lewd question as exciting to her as she knew they were to him.
"Yes," he moaned. "Oh, God, yes."
She began slowly then, first running her tongue down the hollows of his neck and to his chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, not sure they would respond. To her pleasant surprise, they did, and she could feel him twist slightly from the strange sensation. She did not know much about the male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she reached down and grasped his hotly throbbing penis between her fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his flesh. She remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he had licked at her navel yesterday and conferred the same on him, running her tongue hotly around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to lurch beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved.
Finally, she was crouched at his side, her lushly naked body at right angles to his, her feet still wearing high heels and black nylon hosiery hanging over the edge of the bed. Her lovely young face was over his loins as she continued the gentle stroking back and forth of his thick foreskin. Her wetly parted lips were a bare inch away from the lust-swollen tip, and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the moist cock-head with a maddening slowness.
"Oh, God, suck it now, baby," she heard him groan lewdly. His words excited her, and for just an instant she wondered what her own husband's face would be like if he could see her doing this obscene thing, willingly, to another man. It was her conscience again, struggling to free itself from the murderous assault of the marijuana, but its small shrill voice weakened and went under for the last time, finally finished.
Her tongue flicked out, its little pink tip coming into warm wet contact with the sensitive head of his excitedly throbbing cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. Her slowly searching tongue found the warm droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny opening at the tip and darted wetly into the glans. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. One hand dropped to the base of his virilely stiffened penis and gently cupped his sperm-bloated testicles, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the leathery flesh of the scrotum. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his shaft where it soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She used her thumb and forefinger to pull down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the throbbing bluish-red cock-head stood alone and naked against the warm softness of her lips. She began planting moist kisses around it, starting at the tip and tracing a hot path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it into her mouth.
But Brady could take it no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down, tangled his fingers in her hair, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a bull. The drug-dazed young wife resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her wetly parted lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel his hard rod of hotly pulsating flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Brady's great fleshy shaft, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled lips.
"OOOOOH, God, honey, your mouth is like fire," she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips and started fucking in and out of her young mouth.
'Tighten your lips and suck harder," he ordered from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.
Janet did his bidding, feeling at the same time the masochistic excitement growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by a virtual stranger. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the hotly throbbing head sliding in and out of her mouth ... she sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a dirty whore, permeated her body in warm tingling ripples of excitement. Submissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock. She knew this man was going to pump his lewd white sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
Brady looked down at the nakedly kneeling young blonde, reveling in the sight of his wetly glistening cock as it disappeared again and again into her wildly sucking mouth. Her profile was turned to him, and the golden flood of her hair which hung down in a silken pool on his twisting stomach partially blotted out the lewd scene of her passion-distorted face. A spasm shot through his heaving body as her tongue like velvet fire wrapped around the sensitive tip of his pistoning cock. He knew then that he had to have more of her, as his eyes traveled greedily over the ripe contours of her body crouched submissively down beside him on the bed.
He reached forward with his right hand and passed it slowly across one of her smoothly rounded hips. He could see the small blonde tuft of her pussy hair protruding down between her thighs, which were tucked under her as she knelt next to him. He let his wondering fingers slip gently into the damp crevice of her buttocks and then move forward, searching for the soft warmth of her moistening genitals. He found his goal and eagerly dipped his outstretched middle finger into the wetly heated depths of her pussy. Janet's body gave a little leap as he began to explore the slick cuntal sheath, but she continued to suck hungrily at his still-swelling cock, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
God, he thought. It was almost too much to take, seeing her sucking, her lush young body swaying next to him. Abruptly he wanted to join in this lewdly exciting spectacle, but his cock must stay lodged in her soft warm mouth. It would have to stay there until he finally shot his hot load of churning sperm deep down into her greedy little throat. But that. wouldn't prevent a little sixty-nineing, he thought eagerly.
He began to pull her whitely rounded buttocks closer to his head. She looked sideways in puzzlement at him, keeping her hungrily sucking lips clamped to his bursting cock. Then she thought she understood what he wanted, and moved around so that her knees were crouched on the bed right next to his head.
Wrapping his powerful hands around the softness of her hips, he picked her up then with a strength born of passion and placed her so that her knees were no on each side of his head. Her nakedly crouching body was right above his face now with the tiny puckered brown ring of her anus and her wildly excited vagina completely exposed to his lewd gaze. He reached up around her legs and, using his fingers, slowly parted the sparse blonde hair that partially hid the hot pink slit of her cunt.
He slid his thumbs inside her pussy lips and spread them; their warm lubricant, slowly streaming down to the palms of his hands. The tiny swollen bud of her clitoris leaped into view, freed of its fleshy prison. He stared upwards a moment, relishing the helpless and exposed position of the girl above him, and then his tongue shot out, snake-like, and brushed the sensitive tip of her erect little clitoris.
The result was more than he had expected. Janet seemed to freeze for a moment, then her body heaved in a gigantic spasm at this totally unexpected assault, and her head jerked up and back. The entire shaft of his frantically throbbing cock came out of her mouth with a slight popping sound as her lips slipped over the end of it, and he felt a cool rush of air hit its saliva-wet surface. She might have jumped completely clear of him if his arms hadn't been securely locked around her straining thighs. He reached quickly around her and tangling his hands once again in her thick blonde hair, he forced her soft warm mouth back down over his massively heated cock-head. She choked once, but went dutifully back to her frenzied sucking.
"Keep it up, goddamn it! Don't stop for anything!" he snarled up at her, his voice partially muffled by her moist cuntal opening poised over his sweating face.
He positioned her hips again and once more his tongue shot out and caressed the rigid tinyness of her pulsating clitoris. She groaned over him and her hips shuddered from the almost unbearable sensual impact of his hotly spearing tongue, but she kept her lips tightly clasped to his long thick cock which was thrusting deep into her mouth. Then he began to slide her tongue slowly up and down the passion-wet crevice of her cunt, flicking it expertly over the now excitedly swollen mound of her clitoris.
"Uuuuuuumgh, uugh," her voice was muffled by the thick shaft of his enormous cock filling her mouth. Her hips involuntarily began a slow revolving motion over his gloating face. He increased the speed of his tongue, and felt her sensually ripened body respond in a long continuous shudder.
God, he had the bitch at his mercy now. She was his to do with as he wanted! He began ramming his eagerly pulsating cock up harder against her tightly ovaled lips until he could feel the bloated tip striking against the back of her throat. He felt her struggle to keep from gagging, but she continued in her excited sucking. Hot waves of incredible sensation were flowing up his body from his burning cock, heated almost beyond endurance in the fiery depths of her sucking mouth.
He drew his tongue back away from the pinkness of her cuntal lips tor a moment. They were wet now, both from his own saliva and from the natural lubricants that flowed from deep inside her as her passion mounted. Her hips were beginning to come lower, pressing against his face in search of more of his lewd caresses when once again his tongue shot out snake-like, and this time speared deep into the hot gushing depths of her defenselessly quivering vagma.
"Aaaaooouuugh," the sound bubbled out from the tight seal of her lips around the swollen base of his thrusting penis. Her hips rose up high above his face, hung trembling for a moment, then crashed down wildly, trying to drive the white-hot spear of his tongue deeper into her palpitating depths. She began a wild grinding motion, pressing her wetness hard against his face. Her hands slipped under his thighs and she cupped his huge testicles in her hands and began to knead them in an abandoned frenzy, while her mouth sucked harder and harder. He could feel the tips of her teeth scraping maddeningly against the sensitive underside of his cock as he drove it relentlessly time and time again up into her face.
Something had to give, and it was her. Brady felt the first of a series of wild convulsions that began to wrack her lust-tortured young body. Incoherent muffled cries escaped from her cock-filled mouth, and she rammed herself down even harder against the merciless tongue that was stabbing into her wildly quivering cunt from below. Her fingers began to close spasmodically over his now aching balls and, at the same time, her tongue worked more wildly inside her mouth against his ever-swelling cock.
Then she came. Gush after gush of the thick sweet sex fluids poured from her clasping cunt and ran on down over Brady's straining face, her nylon-clad knees clasping tightly around his head until he thought his ears would burst.
And just at that moment, he felt his own orgasm starting!
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as she sucked blindly, automatically above him. He could feel tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her nakedly shuddering body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even further between the soft warm moistness of her lips. He could feel the thin ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth as they clung greedily to his thrusting cock.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest, partly muffled by the warm pussy flesh pressed down against his contorted face, and he felt the hot sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing into her gluttonously sucking mouth.
Janet's cheeks expanded and hollowed, fish-like, as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands had reached down and were now cruelly tangled in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his spewing instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed, trying to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued a gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the white hot cum from his battered cock.
And then there was nothing else.
They had sucked each other dry, and with a groan, he rolled her away from him, and they lay, gasping, head to toe. Janet slowly sat up and then crawled over his body to cradle his head against the warm softness of her still heaving breasts. She bent down and kissed him full on the lips, their sexual fluids mingling lewdly as their wet mouths slid over one another.
"Did did I do all right?" she asked innocently as she pulled back from him, a thin string of the sticky cum trailing obscenely from her lips.
He looked up at her incredulously for a moment. "Yeah, baby, yeah. You did just fine," he answered, a grin of satisfaction on his smeared face.
"Good, I I mean, then, I'm happy. You see, I just wanted to give back, I mean oh, I guess I don't really know what I mean," Janet said, shaking her head dizzily, a confused expression on her face. She sat up with an effort and tried unsuccessfully to think. She shook her head again. All she knew was that she felt so funny.
Brady realized the drug was wearing off, and quickly got up from the bed. He didn't want to have any scenes here, and he knew that this innocent young wife would feel tricked and betrayed when she finally had control of her own mind again. He dressed quickly, at the same time letting his eyes feast greedily for one last time on Janet's nakedly voluptuous body, still splayed lewdly on the bed, too satiated to move.
"Come on, baby. Daddy's gonna help," he said as he got the sexually exhausted girl to her feet and began to dress her. He could not resist running his hands for one last time through the tattered dampness of her vaginal slit as he helped slide her panties over the moist smoothness of her snow-white thighs.. Janet shuddered a little as his finger tips came into contact with her tingling sensitiveness and tried to kiss him again, but he held her at arm's length.
It was only a short time until he was helping Janet, now fully clothed, toward the elevator. He held the elevator door open for her with one hand as he ushered her in.
"Come on back anytime, sweetheart," he grinned, "and we'll have another nice conversation." Those were the last words Janet heard before the door closed and the elevator began dropping smoothly down its shaft. She was still smiling a little blankly as she walked slowly from the building out onto the sidewalk.
The blinding sunlight of the early afternoon hurt her eyes for a moment and confused her mind even more. Ooooh, God, she knew she had something to think about, the thought flashed through her slowly awakening mind, and she automatically headed for a small park down the street. Her mind was clearing fast now, and by the time she finally sank down wearily onto a bench, she knew she was in trouble.
Wave after wave of lewd and shameful memories began to flood through her mind. The drug had crippled, almost killed her conscience, but it had not kept her from experiencing and remembering fully everything that had happened in the detective's studio. Indeed, the drug had even intensified her feelings and perceptions while she had been performing her disgusting and shameful acts with him. And she could remember it all, all of it in perfect detail! The image, the feel, even the strong masculine odor of Brady's huge penis as it had projected from her ovaled and wildly-sucking lips came back to her with a maddening clarity. Oh, God. She buried her face in her hands. What had she done?
It was a long time before her spinning, whirling mind was able to sort out the true horror of her situation. And then it came to her, much to her surprise, that it was not the supposedly lewd and perverted nature of the acts she had engaged in with Brady that was bothering her. No, her full sensuality had been awakened once and for all yesterday, and she could not be ashamed of the power of the physical desires. No, it wasn't that! It was her betrayal of her husband, Paul. She knew she could never be forgiven that.
True, he had been unfaithful to her, she thought to herself. But hadn't that been because she had refused him the full physical and emotional satisfaction that he had sought first from her? She had no such excuse herself, she thought, writhing inwardly at the shame of her own inexcusable faithlessness. It had been her lack of control over her own animal hungers that had let her succumb again in shameless sexual surrender to the same man who had so used and humiliated her only the day before. Just like a whore, a common whore.
She might have sat for hours on the bench had not a drunk stumbled along, and seeing the beautiful young blonde by herself, crashed down on the bench next to her and tried to put his arm around her shoulders. His mouth dropped open as she jumped up, her eyes opened wide in fright, and ran off down the path.
Oh, God, she thought frantically. Could everyone tell what a whore she was? It was a full minute before the next logical thought hit her. She'd never be able to hide it from Paul. No, she was just too upset. He had not noticed last night, but she knew that something, anything could give her away now. She just couldn't face him! She knew she couldn't go home, not tonight anyway. But where? Her mind wandered a moment back over the last two days, and then she remembered that Laura had given her the name of the detective. Laura! Janet's innocent young mind never for a moment thought of blaming Laura for what had happened. Instead her mind fastened on the older, stronger woman like a drowning swimmer clutches hold of a floating log, and she knew she would have to go to her.
Laura would help her!
CHAPTER FIVE
Laura Jamison had already been alerted by a phone call from Jack Brady when she heard the light hesitant knocking at her front door. She stood up lithely, and stretched a moment, like a panther. Then she composed her face into its calmest expression and walked to the door, her intuition telling her who was knocking.
"Why, Janet," she said in mock surprise, as she swung back the heavy door. "What a surprise to see you." With a choked groan, Janet flung herself forward and began sobbing uncontrollably in Laura's arms.
"What's the matter, honey," Laura asked with a note of deep concern in her voice and manner. She hated herself a little just at that moment, for what she and the others had been putting this innocent young girl through; but she caught herself and began repeating way back in her own mind that she was doing it for the good of everyone concerned, Janet concluded!
"Oh, Laura," the young blonde sobbed. "I've ruined everything with Paul. I'm going to lose him, I just know it." Her voice choked up then, and she couldn't speak anymore.
"Oh, come on, baby, nothing could be that bad," Laura said with a reassuring hug. "What'd you do? Buy out a department store?"
"No, no, it's not funny, Laura. I'm not good enough for him. I've betrayed him. Oh, hell hate me." Then she went on to tell Laura of her involvement with Jack Brady, leaving out only the intimate details of her supposed depravity.
It was a long time before Laura could get her to calm down and stop crying. She led the younger girl to a chair and made her sit down. .
"OK, OK, honey," she said reassuringly. "You did the right thing in coming here, you just can't see Paul while you're in this state. You spend the night here with me, and I'll call Paul and handle all the problems. OK?"
"Th-thank you, Laura," Janet said through her drying tears. "Oh, I'm so sorry to bring all this trouble to you."
"Oh, don't be such a baby, you know I don't mind." To herself, Laura was thinking that this was just the opportunity that she and Pete had been waiting for. The big party had been planned for tonight, and she knew what she had to do.
"Hey," she said as if the idea had just occured to her. "I've got a great idea. Pete and I have been invited to a party tonight at a friend of ours. They have the most fabulous house, and I know you'd love it. Come along with us and see the sights, and maybe you'll come out to that shell of yours."
"But Laura," she gasped. "I couldn't go to a party now, not like this. I mean, it just wouldn't be right."
Laura let a stern expression come over her face. "All right, Miss Smartie. You come over here asking for help, and when I come up with an idea that I'm sure will put you back in some frame of mind a little closer to sanity, you come up with your holy act."
"Oh, no, Laura, it's not that I don't appreciate what you want to do for me," the troubled blonde wife said hurriedly. "But I just don't know how I could face people after what I've been through today. Look at me, I'm a mess," she said, indicating her tear-stained face and grief-haunted eyes.
"That's nothing a little rest won't take care of," Laura answered. "Come on." She led the weakly protesting girl into the bedroom, helped her undress, then made her he down on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
"You get some sleep now," she said mother-like. "Pete and I will be with you at the party, and if you think you have to leave, we'll bring you back. Just shut up now," she said sternly. "I know what you're going to say. I'll call Paul myself and tell him you're spending the night with me. I know just how to handle it." Before Janet could answer, she turned and walked out of the room.
Janet lay quietly for a minute, trying to decide what she should do, but before she had arrived at any conclusions, she had fallen asleep, worn out emotionally and physically by the events of the last two days.
Laura walked quickly towards the rear of the house after closing the bedroom door. She entered the den and headed straight for the phone. A moment later she was talking to her husband.
"Pete? You wouldn't believe what I have in the spare bedroom. ... No ... no, something better. Janet! ... Calm down, you lecherous old bastard, you can't have her now. If you came bursting into the room the way she feels right now, she'd probably dive right out the window. You just stay in the office until your normal time. ... Well, it's just too bad about your hard-on. ... Look, the party's going to be the best time. ... Right, she's going to the party, that is, if you don't scare her off. Now you act like a gentleman when you come home tonight or you'll foul it all up. Right ... you just remember, Tiger, if you miss her, you've got all you can handle right here at home. Right ... see you tonight."
"Dirty old man", she pouted to herself as she put the phone down. She dialed again and was soon on the phone with Jack Brady.
"Jack, it worked. Janet's here at the house and I think she's going to the party tonight. ... Did you get the movies? ... Fine. Bring them tonight." She said goodbye, then, letting her voice subside into a deep, sexy murmer. She knew how much the big detective wanted her, and she had to admit to herself that she liked making love to him also.
Her last phone call was to Paul. Janet would have been surprised at their conversation. Laura didn't tell him that Janet was with her, as she had promised to do. But she did tell him to be sure to come to the party that night.
"And, honey," she said provocatively, just before hanging up, "remember to wear your mask.
At the other end of the line, Paul felt a thrill run through him as he put the phone down. If there were to be masks worn tonight, it meant the initiation of a new member. Damn, he thought to himself, he hoped he'd have first crack at her. He had promised himself that tonight would be his last night. How lucky that it would be, initiation night. He wondered idly who the new girl would be.
CHAPTER SIX
When Janet woke up from her nap, she felt wonderfully refreshed, and wondered why she had been such a baby before. She decided right then and there that she would go to the party tonight. There was just a little bit of malice towards Paul in her decision. After all, didn't he often stay out late at night, and, ever since she had got those photographs in the mail, she knew that he had been doing far worse things than just going to an innocent party with an old friend. Let him worry a little, she said to herself.
She kicked the covers back and walked into the adjoining bathroom to take a long luxurious shower. She couldn't help admiring her body in the mirror as she began dressing again. It still looked the same, maybe even a little better, she mused to herself. Somehow, she had expected to have some visible evidence showing on her body of the lewd and perverted acts she had been engaged in over the last two days, to be branded a whore for everyone to see. But everything was still in its correct place and she was secretly pleased at the well-rounded, full curves that filled the mirror.
She had just finished dressing when Laura entered the room.
"Well, up already," she said smilingly. "Pete got home just a little while ago, and it's almost dinner time. The party starts at eight, and we have to be on time. It's a masked party, did I tell you? You know, one of those society things, where everyone wears a mask. Here's yours."
Laura handed her a small white mask that would just cover the upper part of her face. Janet felt a little excited. Despite her earlier reluctance, she loved parties and had not been to one in a long time. Paul had always been too tired after work. And her excitement mounted at the romantic thought of a masked party. She had never been to one. She supposed that everyone would unmask at midnight, or something like that.
She took the mask with her when she went into the dining room with Laura. Pete Jamison was already there, sitting at the table. Janet had never particularly liked the man and wondered what Laura saw in him. He was not especially ugly, but he did have a certain coarseness about him that offended Janet. She wondered how Laura could stand to go to bed with him. He looked like he might have been quite tall and well-built at one time, but now he had developed a paunch. He wasn't fat, though; and there was a certain brutal strength about him.
"Well, how's the girl?" he said in his loud voice. "Hear you're going to the party with us." He talked a lot during dinner and Janet had the impression that he was trying to be pleasant to her. That made her feel guilty for the unkind thoughts she had felt about him before, and by the time the dinner was over and it was time to leave for the party, she felt very comfortable about being with the two of them.
All three of them sat in the front seat of Pete's Cadillac. "Just wait until you see this guy's house," Pete had enthused. "It hangs right out over the Pacific on the edge of a cliff. You could put an army in it. And, awh, what the hell, you'll see it for yourself, soon enough."
They finally pulled up in front of a large mansion even bigger than Janet had expected. A uniformed doorman came out to open the doors of the car for them, then whistled for a boy to drive the car away and park it. The man escorted them to the entrance and opened wide one of the huge double doors.
Janet couldn't believe her eyes as she entered the house. They were standing in a huge courtyard that had a splashing, brilliantly-lit fountain in the center and gleaming white marble statues half hidden behind a riot of brilliant flowers and exotic plants. Further back, carved wooden doors set deep into a massive wall led into the main part of the house. Janet felt like a princess as she and the Jamisons walked slowly across the wide courtyard.
But if the outside of the house had impressed her, she was stunned by the interior. They entered a large hall with a ceiling at least three stories high. Beautiful works of art hung on the walls, and there were expensive oriental carpets on the floor. Stained glass windows set in a high curving arch took up nearly ten feet of one wall.
"Well, what do you think of the dump, honey?" Pete said, his loud voice partly muffled by his black mask. "And this ain't all. Wait'll you get a load of the library. Some pretty rare stuff in there." His voice broke off in a loud snickering guffaw. Janet flinched a little, the spell of this beautiful room broken by Pete's coarseness. She caught herself and hoped Pete hadn't noticed ... but he had, and he had to fight hard to keep down a growing rage deep inside himself.
Stuck-up little bitch, he thought to himself. Think's she's too good for me, does she? Well, shell sing a different tune before this night's over, when I've got my cock sunk to the hilt in that proud, little belly. And, God, I hope that son of a bitch of a husband of hers has to watch it all. He almost gave himself away then, but his mask hid the ugly scowl that had come over his features.
Janet turned to look at the other guests. She noticed that they all seemed fairly well-dressed, and that the women in particular had very good figures. Something about the way they looked tugged at the back of her mind, and it was a moment before she knew what it was.
It was the masks! Everyone had a black mask except her! Her mask was white!
Funny, she thought, and then innocently put the thought from her mind. She felt she was just being silly. The Jamisons hadn't expected her tonight and probably just didn't have another black-mask for her.
Janet had been paying so much attention to the other guests that she had not noticed that Laura had wandered off leaving her and Pete standing alone together. When she finally saw this, she looked around the huge room and noticed that Laura she could recognize her by her dress was talking to a well-built young man on the far side of the room. She started to go over to her, but something in the intimate way the two were talking made her hesitate. She remained where she was.
It was only then that the beautiful young wife began feeling a little uneasy. For some reason, she felt that the other guests were staring at her, but she knew that was ridiculous. Unless she cast a quick look down at herself to see if her slip was showing or if she had on different-colored shoes, or some other thing that would attract attention. But everything looked all right, and she tried to push the feeling of being stared at out of her mind. For the first time she was glad that Pete was here. At least he was someone she knew...
Across the room, Paul, Janet's husband was standing talking to Laura Jamison. God, he thought to himself as he looked down at Pete's wife, I can hardly wait to get you in bed. He sensed that this would probably be his last chance, sure in his own mind that this would be the last one of these parties that he would go to. From now on, he was going to stick to his own wife. Well, after tonight, anyhow! As long as he was here, he might as well have one last big fling before going home to Janet.
A small worry tugged at his mind. Before leaving the office he had called home to tell Janet that he would have to work late, but there had been no answer. He had assumed that she was probably out shopping or some such thing and that perhaps he could call her later from the party. His thoughts were interrupted by Laura's low, throaty voice.
"Well, Paul. It's been a long time since I've seen you. The last time, you promised to come over to the house some time when Pete was away on business."
"Sorry, Laura, I meant to," Paul bed. "But they've been running my tail off at the office lately, and between that and being a married man, I just haven't had much time." The truth was that Laura made him a little nervous as well as sexually exciting him. It was all right to screw the hell out of her at one of these parties, but the thought of a real personal involvement with her didn't appeal to him at all.
"Better late than never," Laura crooned suggestively, running her fingers lightly down the front of Paul's shirt. Then Laura glanced across the room before she spoke again.
"How do you like the new member?" she asked.
Paul looked over at the lovely blonde standing next to Pete!
"To tell the truth, I think she's terrific. Some figure. She has just about the most perfect ass I've ever seen." He stopped a moment, almost embarrassed to be talking this way to a woman, then he remembered where they both were and that the only thing that connected him to Laura was that they both had a lascivious interest in sex.
"Yeh," he said, licking his lips in growing excitement at the thought. "I'd really like to get into that. Bet she'd really be great." Then he looked around in surprise as Laura began to laugh. He didn't see anything funny in what he had just said.
He looked over at the girl again. She was just about perfect. Along with the rest of the people in the room, he had spotted her as the new member to be initiated as soon she had entered the room.
New members always wore white masks!
Yeh, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd get to break her in tonight. His eyes swept over the way her tight buttocks thrust out from the long sweep of her thighs. Damn, he thought excitedly. He'd like to screw her in the ass. Funny though. As he looked at the girl, the thought of his wife Janet kept coming into his mind. Maybe it was because both Janet and this girl were blondes, he mused. And maybe because he had always wanted to screw Janet in the ass, but she had never let him...
Across the room, Janet had been growing more and more uncomfortable. There was nothing she could put her finger on, but it was something about the guests at this party. Something about the way they acted towards one another; some kind of tense excitement in the air as they gathered in little groups of men and women. Something in the way they looked one another up and down as if they were in a market, shopping for scarce merchandise.
Two well-dressed, beautiful women had drifted near to where she and Pete were standing; they glanced together across the room to where Laura was talking to the tall, well-built young man.
"MMMMmmmmm, would you look at that," one of them said to the other. "Some hunk of man. I'd like to see if his cock matches the rest of him."
"It does, darling," the other said archly. "And he really knows how to use it. He can really make a girl's pussy feel loved."
Janet was stunned. Had she heard right? She shook her head in disbelief, but she knew she had heard the women correctly; they had only been a few feet away. She glanced quickly at Pete, but he seemed unconcerned. But he had to have heard too.
She didn't want to be here, she thought to herself. Oh God! Why had Laura gone off to talk to someone else? She decided then to ask Laura to take her home, and had just made up her mind to go across the room and ask her, when a large gong sounded.
She turned quickly to see that a liveried butler was standing in the doorway to an adjoining room, making an announcement.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he intoned in a sonorous, dignified voice. "Motion pictures will be shown directly in the library."
There was an excited murmur from the guests and they began to make their way towards the door. Despite herself, Janet was swept along with the crowd. She felt a hand on her elbow and looked up to see that Pete was beside her, grinning down at her underneath the jet-black fabric of his mask. The thought flashed through her mind that he looked just like a devil.
Janet gasped as she saw the room they were now in. It was not as large as the huge hall they had just left, but still was immense. And it seemed to be perched on the edge of the cliff, hanging by some magic of engineering over the thundering Pacific Ocean below. It was dark outside, but enormous lights were trained on the surf and the huge glass windows curved in at the bottom so that she could see almost straight down. Low couches were set along the base of the windows, covered with soft cushions. A large screen was set into the wall at one end of the room. It looked like a television screen but was six feet wide. The guests were scrambling for seats on the couches that faced the screen.
"Come on," Pete said and grabbing her arm tightly, he used the weight of his large body to push his way towards a large section of empty couch. He pulled her down next to him, and then held his arm out when someone else started to sit down.
"This seat's saved," he growled, embarrassing Janet with his rudeness.
After everyone had been seated, several liveried butlers began passing through the room with trays loaded with glasses of bubbling champagne. The sound of soft, nearly hypnotic music floated through the air.
"Over here, boy," Pete shouted and grabbed two glasses of champagne as soon as one of the butlers was close enough. "Here, good for you," he grunted and handed her a glass of the sparkling, cool liquid. Janet was repulsed by Pete's crude manner and almost refused the glass, but she loved champagne and just couldn't resist taking at least one tiny sip.
Mmmmmm, it was good, she thought in surprised joy. It was the best she had ever tasted. She and Paul had never been able to afford anything like this on his salary, and she found herself taking another, bigger drink of the delicious, ice cold drink, and then another.
Gradually, the lights dimmed and the huge screen in the wall began to flicker and glow, and then all at once a picture began to form on it. Pete squeezed her shoulder lightly
The picture flickered again and then Janet could see the image of a young, innocent looking girl standing by a bed. She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing Janet had ever seen. She had a melancholy look on her face that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Janet to the depths. She knew what that feeling was like. She felt bound to that girl somehow, by some unexplainable connection, and she sensed an automatic feeling of sympathy begin in her as it often did when she was watching some especially sad scene in a movie or on television.
The girl picked up a picture from a dressing table, looked at it longingly for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.
She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Janet could hear sounds of delight from the males watching the screen as the dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her beautifully rounded torso emerged. Her brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firm ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the camera light and their quivering, turgid nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, then peaked higher as the girl raised her arms high over her head, pulling the long black hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
Janet stirred uncomfortably, the winds of doubt beginning to flow through her mind.
The girl was almost naked now, in just high heels, long black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience. She drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly, turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, framed excitingly by her long black hose, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood."
Janet shifted nervously next to Pete. She had never expected anything like this. She had seen daring shows before always in the company of her husband but in those shows, the girls had left on something, but this exposed all the girl had to offer. She was making no attempt to hide it, either.
The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture oi her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing.
She was aroused and needed release!
Janet almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand began massaging her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair up between her thighs. Her feet were pointing directly at the heavily-breathing audience watching the girl slowly work herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Janet didn't understand how anyone could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered how she had almost relieved herself with her own fingers just two nights ago before Paul had come to bed. She blushed slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vaginal lips. She jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened. , Pete, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne and Janet signaled one of the butlers and hurriedly took another glass, her eyes locked on the screen. She downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting to cool some of the warmth of the girl's passion that had been transmitted to her own body. She felt a now familiar ache beginning to form deep within her belly.
With each sip, Janet could feel herself mentally unwind. The heat and excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push her dress and panties into her crevice. She rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her pussy. Her body rocked on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm, in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny rising clitoris through the sheer panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Pete hadn't noticed what she was doing and was surprised to see that Laura had returned, bringing the young man back with her. They sat down together, on the other side of Pete. Laura did not seem to be paying any attention to either her or Pete.
Janet leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs, and was shocked to find Pete's arm behind her, waiting. She did not know what to do for a moment and looked guiltily over towards Laura to see what reaction she would have when she saw her husband put his arm around another woman. But Laura had curled up against the young man and was slowly running her hand up and down his thigh. Right there in front of Pete! Janet was so surprised that she was incapable of protest when Pete's hand came to rest heavily on her left breast.
It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the screen, but it was only moments. The air of unreal excitement in the crowded room had distorted her time sense. The girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her naked young body as though out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. Janet was amazed that the spectacle being shown on the giant screen was also equipped with sound, as she heard the girl groan at the sudden contact of her hands with the feverishly moistened slit between her thighs. The actress now had her knees up, her toes on the mattress; then, she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper groan she let them fall wide apart, exposing to the excited audience her moistly glistening cuntal furrow between. Her fingers crawled to her soft, hair-covered pussy lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks were divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting just below the swollen and agitated vaginal lips.
Janet gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pink flesh and began stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. Pete's hand squeezed her breast tighter as she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier. The uncertain young wife was afraid to look at him. She was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. As she slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated Bps, her legs jackknifed back, knees against her breasts, and the soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the thrusting finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of vaginal flesh. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and a deep moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.
Janet tensed in momentary shock at the depraved scene before her, and only Pete's firm grip on her now-throbbing breast kept her from running from the room. She sensed somewhere deep down inside her own mind that she had better go, before it was too late and her own excitement ran away with her. But balanced against this fear was the reluctance to make a fool of herself in front of all these people and a strong desire to see what would happen next. Janet felt too closely identified with the girl writhing in desire on the screen before her and knew that there could be a danger point from which there would be no turning back. She took another sip of champagne, and as she felt the tiny bubbles trickling down her throat, her mind began to relax, easing her of the fear of the passion raging through her own body. She leaned back again, foggily determined, somehow, to keep her guard up.
The girl on the bed had become possessed now. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight pink opening, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the bedspread, her buttocks straining, the grunts coming faster and louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, a giant Saint Bernard dog ran into view on the screen and jumped up on the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror and she tried to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation, thighs spread and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Janet had jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Pete's'arm tightly; her nerves had been on edge before, but this had almost frightened her out of wits.
"My God," she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"Whadda ya think?" Pete answered hoarsely, his voice distorted by his unnatural passion. "But don't you worry any, the dog is really trained and just loves to eat up little girls." He licked his lips as his eyes went back to the screen.
Janet knew that she should leave now, to keep from going to pieces herself. But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying up there, shaking with fear beneath the snarling dog, sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked defenseless girl quaking on the bed sent shivers of convulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a moment she felt strangely cold. She took the champagne Pete pressed into her hand eagerly and downed it with one nervous gulp. Just then, she heard Laura's voice.
"Ohhh, I like you touching my nipple like that." Janet's face flushed in amazement beneath her mask at these lewd and shameless words, and she couldn't help turning her head slightly to see what they were doing out of the corner of her eye.
To her amazed horror, she saw that the young man had his hand inserted down the front of Laura's dress and was massaging her breasts. She had her head back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly, a rapturous expression on her face.
To her further horror, she saw that Pete had also been looking towards the panting couple, and awaited his angry explosion with dread. But, instead, he turned back towards her, a strange smile on his face. Then he jerked her head abruptly towards him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly down over hers. She groaned and struggled vainly for a sudden panicky moment, then felt herself go limp, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing into her mouth. She had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing. In spite of her guard being up against any emotion overcoming her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach. At the same time, she could hear soft mewling noises coming from Laura's lips and the grating noise of the young man's heavy, deep breathing told the story well enough. Janet could barely see through the dim light the vague shapes of other couples wrapped in tight embraces around the room. No one seemed to be paying any attention whatsoever to anyone else.
Pete Jamison pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second, and lewdly exciting thoughts of the things he was going to do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delicious kaleidoscope pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would turn her every way but up and then maybe that way too. She'd know she had been fucked when he finished with her, that was sure.
Then the screen claimed all their attention. The giant Saint Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair covered crotch and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the moistened crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy anal ring.
For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and growled again, then resumed his greedy lapping of the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her pussy. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the Saint Bernard lapping and sniffing at her naked young loins.
Janet shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure, pleasure that she did not want and had set her mind against, but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at her had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward, into her well-lubricated cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like a red carpet unfolding, ravishing her up-thrust pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the girl's lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her shamelessly upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
Janet hardly dared to breathe. The champagne had turned her body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe what she was seeing on the screen in front of her or the feelings it was causing to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Pete Jamison had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move, and during the excitement of the young girl's ravishment by the dog, he had inserted his hand down the "vee" of her neck and cupped a naked breast. She could feel small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through her sensitive flesh as he rolled the tiny hardening nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head towards her and locked his lips wetly against hers again. She tried for a moment to twist away but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state. Finally, aroused in spite of herself, Janet thrust her tongue back sharply at him as he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew how to kiss. Paul, in all the time they had been married had never kissed her with such wild animal abandon and passion, and she squirmed hard down into the seat. She was beginning to feel a relaxed justification in being here. She thought back to the pictures of Bob and those women that had come in the mail and decided that she had just as much right as he did in enjoying something like this. As long, of course, as it didn't go too far! She found herself thinking that Pete had really been acting pretty much like a gentleman so far. He had been looking after her all evening and she was grateful to him for being so considerate.
Pete withdrew his lips from hers and looked back toward the screen.
"Goddamn, look at that," he turned and whispered heavily into her ear, his fingers tightening in excitement on her breast.
The dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch and was nosing her over on her stomach in servile surrender, her resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her nakedly defenseless body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks. She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching behind her to spread the ivory globes and give full access to the tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment.
Janet felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for breath, and squirmed harder against the cushion, pushing the wetly swollen lips of her cunt against it in an effort to put out the fire burning there. Pete's hand, caressing her warmly tingling breasts, thrilled her and frightened her. She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved only as far as his, and then fell back, uncontrolled into her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy eyes back to the screen.
The Saint Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's pelvis, pushing his massive head between her vagina and the mattress. Janet's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the great head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain. And the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread ass cheeks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender ... and a lewd eagerness. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her most sensitive flesh for interminable minutes.
The girl was on all fours like a bitch in heat as the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping, and a second later the tapered point slipped and danced into the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her nakedly rotating buttocks in an effort to capture the long scarlet organ and sheath it in her wildly hungering vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily-relaxed anus, and attempted to enter there. With a cry, she tensed and evaded the slippery shaft, but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success.
The huge beast thrust forward, the thin tip sliding unsuccessfully beneath into the warm, hair-lined cuntal crevice, and jamming up against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his thrusting penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them.
Janet held her breath along with the other spectators who had stopped to watch the huge dog bucking madly behind the moaning girl as he attempted to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping penis. Out of control, the beast growled in frustration, and the aroused young girl desperately reached back to grab the slippery organ and guide the point of it into her wetly glistening cuntal mouth.
Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant Saint Bernard jerked forward and buried his long penis deep up the nakedly squirming girl's pussy. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways towards the excited audience and they could see fully the erotic effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture and her large taut breasts danced firmly beneath her writhing torso which was moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.
Janet's breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment as she watched the girl being ravished. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm close room. The excited breathing of the audience acted as a giant heater, and Janet could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm her buttocks down against the sofa, and the cushioned edges rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her warmly throbbing pussy. She bit hard on her lower Up to keep back a groan of frustration.
Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her ripely quivering breasts that Pete had massaged into hardness, his hand slipping over the nipples and his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew she should demand that they take her home. This crowd was just too fast for her, and this wasn't being true to Paul. She already had gone too far by letting Pete squeeze and knead her naked breasts this way. Well, she thought hopefully, perhaps it was ah right! This "petting" didn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any further. She could always stop Pete if he tried to do anything other than touch her breasts. Her heart was pounding like a tom-tom. She was sure Pete could feel it beneath the tight breast he held in his hand. She would stay just until the show was over and then they could go. She would insist ... She just had to; she had never intended things to go even this far.
To reassure herself, she turned towards Laura and then froze in shocked disbelief. Laura's head was working up and down over the young man's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his thick erect penis. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh, God," Janet moaned to herself, turning back to Pete and hiding her face tightly against his shoulder.
She hadn't expected this. Kissing, yes! But not this, right out in front of everyone else. She had thought a moment ago that she had herself under control and could handle herself under any circumstances, but now she found she couldn't. The awful sight of the young man's penis disappearing into Laura's hungrily sucking mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from next to her were just like on the screen, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by lewd groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear other like sounds coming from around the room, too, as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the screen, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She burrowed her head tightly into Pete's shoulder, trying to shut the sounds away, but it didn't help, they were everywhere ... coming at her from ah sides. Again, she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her now if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but he here in Pete Jamison's arms and listen on tormentedly. She turned her face back to the screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure from her ears.
The obscenely swaying girl, kneeling before the hunching body of the Saint Bernard, had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast. Her eyes were wide and vacant in lust as she begged him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm in her mindless lust and that was all that mattered. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by this panting beast as she ground her naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Janet watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks. They glistened in the light of the screen, and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her wildly trembling legs.
Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Janet, jerking her attention from the screen.
Laura had lifted her dress up over her hips and had crawled up the young man's body. She obviously had worn no panties as Janet had not heard the tell-tale noise of clothing being removed. She was straddling him, the round whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long thick cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and guided his eagerly pulsating penis up between her widespread thighs. Janet held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of his cock make contact with the moistly opened cunt. Laura moved it up and down in the wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair, and then, with a slight "oooomph," ground her buttocks down hard on the thick shaft of hot flesh.
"Oh, God, Laura, oh God, that feels good," she heard the young man cry out, and Janet's heart froze in her breast. She knew that voice.
It was her own husband, Paul!
Janet's eyes widened in hypnotized-disbelief as she watched Paul's eagerly thrusting cock slide slowly up into Laura's clasping vaginal lips making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all Janet could see was the base of his cock protruding from the tightly enclosing pussy lips surrounding it. She knew she should scream and reach out and tear them apart, but the tranquilizing effect of the alcohol and the tightness of Pete's arms holding her to the couch would not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Laura began a slow grinding up and down movement with her nakedly gleaming buttocks rising in the air above Paul until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, with an "ooomph" each time she made the movement, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
Janet turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making love, particularly her own husband, and found it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she had expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering up between her thighs. She closed her eyes and pressed her face back tightly into Pete's shoulder, but still the vision of Paul's thick cock, wet-and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of Laura's vagina raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tight, but could not blot out the lewd exciting picture. Their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of intercourse drifted across to her ears magnifying the obscene image a thousand times.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from the screen. The girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the mattress. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her ass cheeks greedily back against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the naked waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the huge beast just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its hot animal sperm in hard spurts deep in her clasping vagina. Janet watched in fascination as the girl's rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering young belly. Thick white liquid streamed from her tight cunt squeezing the dog's penis, and trails of the sticky white fluid ran down her quivering inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. The girl was out cold and the dog stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity he dropped his head to her widespread crotch and licked at the warm white liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He lapped at it hungrily until at last there was no more and then lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.
The image faded slowly from the screen, leaving the depraved scene the subjugated girl and her animal lover lying in satiated sleep-imprinted deeply in the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with an almost tangible aura of sex electrifying as a result of the lewd, passion-inciting exhibition. Janet, too, had been swept in the general sensations of lust at that final climax, but her mind was wrenched back to the present by her knowledge of the closer, more personal spectacle between her husband and Laura next to them on the couch.
Pete's hand ground harder into her breast, as he, too, suddenly became aware of the wet coupling of the two bodies next to them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless moan into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her sensually awakening body to squirm again down into the seat in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her.
"He's fucking my wife," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you see them?"
"Y-Yes," she mumbled back, the lewd word strangely exciting her.
"You know who that is, don't you? Fucking my wife I mean," he growled at her, his eyes fixed fiercely on her face.
"W-What do you mean?" she asked faintly, hoping against hope that he didn't know that it was Paul.
"Oh, come on," he snarled. "Don't pretend you don't know that's your precious husband over there fucking the hell out of my wife. You knew it, didn't you," he said fiercely, still whispering and clamped his fingers painfully into her upper arms. "Didn't you?" he repeated.
"Yes, oh yes. Stop! You're hurting me," she sobbed out.
"I believe in an eye for an eye," he whispered roughly and pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks and pulling her loins to his. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Oh, no, God no, we can't, we can't," she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She tried to squirm away from him, but his strength was too great, and she only succeeded in worsening her position. The terrified young wife didn't dare struggle too much for fear of bringing attention to them. Paul mustn't find out she was here, he just mustn't. He would never forgive her for being in such a place, and it would destroy all chances of working something out between them when she confronted him with his infidelities. She knew that no matter how unfair it was, a woman could forgive a man for indiscretion ... but a man could never forgive a woman.
"Why not, your husband's fucking my wife? I'm just going to even the score and fuck his wife, by God," Pete said. He sounded as though he meant it.
"Oh, please, don't do it to me," she pleaded, tears bubbling to her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly then Paul would certainly hear, and all their chances of any future happiness would be ruined forever. Oh, why had she ever got into this mess anyhow? Why hadn't she just burned those awful pictures that had come in the mail and forgotten all about them?
Her lush young body stiffened as she felt Pete begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder in against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, for she had just then felt the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals. The sharp clear taste of the champagne bubbled through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her belly against her will. She clenched her eyes tightly shut fighting against it with all her strength, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her nipples and the hardness of his penis grinding into her loins brought further soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to another woman not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured girl's mind.
"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this little swap."
"Oh, don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delicious feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. Her words only made him laugh softly, and he dropped his hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly. Janet looked helplessly around her for the help she knew in her heart would not be there. She was vaguely aware somewhere in her terror-stricken mind that there was once again an image on the giant screen; movies of a couple making love.
"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't." She sobbed, still conscious of Paul's groans of wild abandoned passion next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Pete's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away using all her fortitude to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good. That'll teach that husband of yours to keep his prick in his pants around my wife," Pete grinned triumphantly. "You ain't never gonna be happy with what you're gettin' at home again."
Despite her growing terror, Janet once again found her attention strangely drawn to the flickering image of the couple making love on the giant screen. But before she could turn and look at the picture fully, she gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and Pete's fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the surface of her trembling legs as she felt him slowly slip his outstretched finger under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly as the searching tip of his finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing vagina, and gently thrust into it ... parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the tingling head of her clitoris. Her entire cuntal area was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She couldn't make a sound. Paul would know, he would know, and he just couldn't find out it was his own wife wrapped in this horrible obscene embrace with Pete Jamison right in front of him. All she could do was to he here helplessly while he roamed his hands over her body at will and took all the indecent liberties with her he desired. There was nothing she could do, and the tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down over her face as, in her horror, she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet up between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers rummaging between her thighs.
Despite the deep tremors of mixed delight and guilt that were shaking her mind and body, she felt that for some unknown reason, she had to turn and look past Pete's leering face at the images flickering over the screen. Some subtle sixth sense was stirring somewhere deep in her.
"Spread 'em a little, baby," Pete breathed harshly into her mouth, "Daddy wants it wide open."
"Oh God, please don't. I just couldn't stand it. I ... Oh my God!" her voice faded away as her eyes finally identified the lewd images on the screen and her body sagged. For just an instant, Pete felt that he had won; that he had conquered her. But then her body stiffened and a choked cry started deep in her throat.
The couple making love on the screen were herself and Jack Brady!
There were no thoughts at all in her mind now. Just a raging storm of panic and horror. She remained frozen for several seconds, one hand pressed tightly to her partly open lips. Then she knew she had to go, to run, to get out of here. She tore herself away from Pete with the strength born of terror and soundlessly ran towards the exit. Pete started to get up and follow her, but his legs became entangled in one of the cushions that she had knocked to the floor in her flight, and he almost fell. By the time he had got free, she was already out of sight. Damn, damn, damn, he thought to himself. He had almost made it and then those damn pictures. He cursed himself for trying just one too many things to break down the pride of this little bitch. She had fallen right into his hands almost by accident and then a part of his and Laura's careful planning had ruined it all.
Well, maybe it still wasn't too late, he thought grimly, and started towards the door.
Janet ran blindly from the library, not really aware of anything until she found herself back in the huge hall where she had first entered the house. She saw a crowd of people gathered around the main exit, eyeing her curiously. She hesitated to approach them, was afraid they might try to stop her. She heard a hoarse cry from behind and knew that Pete Jamison was already after her. Without hesitating now, she ran to the nearest door and passed through, shutting it behind her.
She found herself in a narrow hallway with several doors leading off it. She automatically ran down to the far end, iooking for a way out, but then heard Pete's heavy footsteps approaching the hall door. In her panic, she reached out and desperately tried the nearest door handle, praying that it was unlocked. The handle turned and the door opened. She quickly stepped through and closed it behind her, leaning heavily against it as she tried to slow her terrified breathing.
She looked around her and found that she had entered a large luxurious bedroom. The room was softly .lighted and beautifully furnished. A huge king-sized bed sat in the middle on a rich oriental carpet. One entire wall was taken up by a huge mirror.
She spun in fear as she heard Pete's slow menacing footsteps moving down the hall. She heard him try one door after another, and then he was just outside. She shrank back towards the bed, and her eyes widened in terror as she saw the knob slowly turn. And then, suddenly, Pete was standing before her.
An evil smile spread over Pete's heavy features as he looked down at the trapped girl.
"So, you little bitch," he said in a rasping voice. "You think you can get out of our deal. You leave your goddamn husband in the other room fucking the hell out of my wife, and then you try and cheat me out of what's rightfully mine. Well, we're going to see that justice is done, aren't we?"
Janet looked at him in horror, knowing that she was helplessly trapped. Oh, God, what was the use? she thought hopelessly to herself. Maybe he was right and the best thing to do was to let him have his way with her once and for all.
She nodded her head dumbly.
Pete knew at that moment that the battle was won. He was going to fuck this high-class bitch and there was nothing she could or would do to stop him. He had drained all fight from her, and now she would do anything he demanded. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop slowly to the floor. His hardened cock stood out from his body and pointed like a thick finger of doom straight at her. It looked like a giant oak growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair, as with one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding head. It grew jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his huge growing member. His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her eyes. She, would be more fun than he had ever had before. He knew that soon he would be bringing forth moans of pleasure and pain and that she would feel it when he drove deep into her helpless little belly.
"Strip," he hissed at her. "Or should I do it for you?"
Janet moved. She couldn't stand the thought of this beast touching her yet. She undid the buttons of her dress at the back, wriggled it off her shoulders, down over her lush full hips and stepped out of it. She could feel Pete's hotly glowing eyes devouring her body, but she didn't dare look at him. She pulled her slip up over her head and let it limply slither to the floor at her feet with the dress. Suddenly, for the first time in years, she felt extremely defenseless and naked. Thank God for the alcohol that had deadened her nerves.
Pete had removed all his clothes now, except his socks, which he kept on in a lewd parody of nudity. His heavy, flaccid flesh drooped down from his rib cage; his long sinewy cock jutted menacingly out from under his belly.
Janet shuddered visibly this time, comparing this gross man before her to the trim athletic body of her own husband. Until just two days ago she had prided herself on the fact that she had never been unfaithful to him ... and now ... this! This horrible creature was standing before her, ready to perpetrate nameless indecencies on her helpless body. She was revolted by the thought of that heavy body slithering across hers, using it for its own obscene pleasures. She couldn't do it ... she just couldn't ... !
Pete Jamison stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long full roundness of her silk covered legs, the firm protuberance of her breasts that formed a fleshy valley above her brassiere, the whiteness of her taut little belly above the tops of her sheer nylon panties. His gaze nauseated her and she gasped, "Don't touch me, you filthy animal! Don't touch me!"
"It's too late, baby," he slurred contemptuously, grasping her shoulders, with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her naked flesh. "We made a deal, remember?"
"I don't care! I changed my mind!"
He loomed above her, his eyes void of pity. They shone into hers coldly; lust, cruel and unyielding boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands permitted no escape from his hateful gaze.
"No, no, I mean it." the helpless woman whimpered. "I can't do it, I just can't."
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his powerful arms enveloped her, his lips crushing tightly down against her. His heatedly throbbing penis pressed hard into her soft yielding belly below as his tongue shot wetly into her mouth. The helpless young wife tried to struggle, but fear and the champagne had drained her strength to fight. His thick probing tongue and his body glued itself to hers tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider web from which there was no relief.
"Please, please don't," she groaned, despair whirling crazily through her mind. The room spun crazily as he pushed her backwards toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force of their momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back, his body pinning her tightly to the swaying bed. She pressed her thighs firmly together, attempting to hold back the powerful body trying to lodge itself between them. His hotly pulsating cock was trapped there, forcing itself up and down against the thin nylon crotch band of her panties, and she could feel the wetness of it sliding in its own excited lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. His head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the lobe of her ear. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge the painful teeth. His body sank triumphantly between her legs as they splayed open, and now his long fleshy penis was throbbing angrily against the soft flesh of her quivering buttocks. She was incapable of further movement because his knees held her thighs sadistically apart.
The battle is over, the thought somehow came to her dazed mind. And now the pain and humiliation are all that's left to feel.
The ceiling whirled above her until suddenly it, too, was blotted out by Pete's leering face moving over hers, the mocking eyes laughing at the glazed look of defeat and hopeless acceptance of his victory.
His pelvis began a slow grinding motion against her upturned pelvis, rubbing the sheer nylon band into her wet cuntal slit. The huge rubbery head traced a sticky path up and down the length of the slippery, passion-soaked nylon, pressing gently against it until the full outline of her fleshy, hair-lined vaginal lips could be felt impressed clearly through it.
He ground slowly against the restraining band, watching the changing expressions on the tormented young face below him. He knew she couldn't stand up to this teasing forever. She was the proud kind who could control herself well as long as there were other external realities to guide her. But he had destroyed those other realities, and now there was nothing for her but his body twisting above.
He had dreamed of having her like this ever since he had first met her. She had always been cold and stone-like, and she obviously was hiding something deep inside her that had to explode someday, given the proper circumstances. It needed some kind of spark to ignite that fire that lay buried mysteriously beyond the reaches of the outside world. He was patient in his probing and gloated to himself that he would find this key, that he would ignite this voluptuous little bitch's body.
Janet felt as though she were suffocating as she felt his hotly throbbing penis scraping up and down her trembling inner thighs. The silky tingling hair of Pete's legs scratched against the tender backs of the upraised columns of her thighs, and somehow it felt tremendously erotic. Pete's lust-thickened shaft moved teasingly against her, probing and flicking at her like a giant snake playing with its helpless quarry who had become so tortured and tormented that peace lay only in being devoured by it.
Her unconscious mind fought the tantalizing torment of the teasing hot probe, fighting against surrender to it.
"Nooo, nooooo, please," she groaned beneath the lewdly grinning face.
Her hips were the first to betray her resisting unconscious mind. They began moving in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but hungrily rotating none the less. At that moment, her only reality was the searing fire that burned deep in her passion-tensed belly, the flames of lust licking out between her legs, crying to be extinguished.
Pete felt the victory!
Her thighs which had been pressed tightly against his hips in defense suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low animal-like groan her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his mouth tightly down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her lips, soft mewling sounds escaping through the wet sucking noises. She ground her crotch tightly up against his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw it through the flimsy nylon material still guarding the hotly pulsating entrance to her cunt. Pete lay for a moment savoring her frustration until he, too, was beyond delaying any longer.
He reached between them, ripping the passion-soaked panty-band viciously to one side and guided the eagerly throbbing head of his cock between the now unprotected fleshy folds of her cuntal lips.
He grinned in obscene triumph above her. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and skewering this squirming little bitch on his aching cock, but the desire to punish her and her kind for all the times they had turned their noses up at Pete Jamison overcame the desire. This one was typical of all of them, she was everything he wanted to humiliate. Proud, innocent, spoiled by the condescending young men of her kind who did her every bidding. If one ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, he would do it! He would fuck her until she couldn't walk ... and she'd never forget it!
He could feel her softly curling pussy hair parting as he nudged his lust-swollen cock head forward into the moist heat of her cunt. The lust-inciting sensation caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward.
Janet felt the lips around her erotically throbbing vagina forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for only a moment, then gave way before the relentless pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a low groan from deep within her throat. He liked that! He liked hearing her hurt!
He shoved again a deeper groan he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And, suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his long thick cock all the way to the hilt in her cringing little cunt. He could feel his sperm-filled balls slap tightly against her defenselessly upturned buttocks, and could feel her trying to screw her hips deep into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his heavy body, kicking futilely in the air.
"Oh, God! Nooooo! Nooooo!" she screamed, her impaled form pinned helplessly to the bed. With each beat of his pulse, his huge cock head seemed to burrow deeper into her painfully stretched vagina. Pete's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his wide-spread knees held her thighs split apart. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant pulsating instrument embedded so deeply in her belly. He rammed into her screaming body again and the fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, buffeting her head back harshly against the headboard of the bed.
He watched the tortured young blonde from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was contorted with the pain of that series of vicious jabs. Her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, attempting to hold back the blunt hard head pressing against her womb like a great hard .stone.
She's never had it this deep, he gloated to himself, as he held her pinned in the lewdly humiliating position. He looked down again and could see his curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with her golden pussy strands, the base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow. He could see the lips of her tight young cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the white skinned base of his cock.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little bitch impaled helplessly under him, with his virilely pulsating penis buried deep in her belly. He wished her husband could see her now, spread-eagled this way with old Pete Jamison making her scream and yell and dance beneath him. He was going to give her a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived.
Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading shaft, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more, and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. The tight walls of her cringing cunt clasped around his thickened hardness like a glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a telegraph line.
It was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the rigid flesh along its pulsating length, the tickling hairs of his balls scraping in the crevice between her ass cheeks were part of her. She was one with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips. Her nostrils flared deeply, drawing the pungent odor of his body into her, mingling it in strange marriage with the feeling of the heatedly throbbing cock lodged deep in her belly. It all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her vaginal muscles contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
Pete felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his buried penis and grinned in lewd delight. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her nakedly spread-eagled form, waited patiently until she became accustomed to his thick presence rammed so deep in her belly. He flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, teetering on the fine line of pleasure-pain.
He waited a moment and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooooohhh!" She held her breath as the hotly buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow walls of her vaginal passage further apart.
He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gentle ministrations
"Oooohhh, oooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh..."
He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis as her wetly clasping cunt began a soft opening and closing around his pulsating shaft.
He did not move, but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the helplessly skewered girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the otherwise still room. Her head lolled from side to side unconsciously on the pillow as her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his impaling rod. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungrily nibbling vagina screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis.
Janet's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddeningly electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her warmly throbbing cunt and out the fleece-lined-pussy lips, dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her milky white thighs, up the full length of her splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib cage and out through the tips of her wildly tingling nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds, sensitive to even the touch of the stale close air about them.
Janet wantonly rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy impaling shaft, her throbbing wet vagina dilating in time to his cock's rhythmic beating. His pulsating penis felt as though it had a heart imbedded in the head, and the beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She was one with it! She and this man above her were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged magically together by their lust. He had crawled into her! He was a part of her!
Pete Jamison could hardly contain his glee as he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles within her tight little cunt were nibbling hungrily at his sensitive cock head. Her dilating pussy lips pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his thick shaft for several inches and then nibbling their soft warm way slowly back up until her pubic hair was entangled with his and the fujl length of his cock was embedded in her belly. He stayed immobile, resting still above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight against the mattress. He let her wantonly quivering body pump up and down at will on his rigid piston of flesh that fused them together.
He could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress. And the entry, pushing the soft folds back into her cunt as the moist shiny length of his penis was swallowed, whole, back into the warm opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her labors, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts up against him became more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into his lower lip. He knew she was straining to come. The heated juices of her milking vagina were already beginning to flow, and she could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, burying it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees tightly against the mattress. She bucked against him wildly and then she was screaming, "Oh, God, yes, yes. I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming. Aaaaaggghh!"
Suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. Wet white cum oozed from her throbbing cuntal opening, drowning his impaling member with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her wildly pumping buttocks.
Pete Jamison went berserk as she grunted out the last of her warm lust against his matted pelvis, her nakedly quivering body still jerking spasmodically up to him. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the mattress on either side of her head, the wide-spread slit between her legs completely open to his desire.
He withdrew his deeply embedded cock until just the tip of the lust-swollen head rested between her wetly twitching pussy lips. Then he rammed forward with all his stored up bitter strength. He had waited to destroy this little bitch. She had had her fun and now it was his turn. The full throbbing length of his hardened shaft sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina. He could hear the wet flat smack as his belly thudded against her torso and his body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe breasts tightly against her chest. He locked his saliva-covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep into her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position as he rammed into her defenseless little cunt like a madman. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the soft warm flesh and pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart.
He began long hard strokes into her wetly streaming passage that was now slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside the hot viscous opening, and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his cum-filled balls were screwed tightly against the wide-split cleft between her nakedly churning buttocks. By God, Pete thought wildly to himself, he'd open up this hot little bitch like she'd never been opened up before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Outside, in the library, Paul could see the giant screen flickering over Laura's shoulder as she fucked above him. He noticed with a part of his mind that a beautiful blonde girl on the screen was having the hell fucked out of her by a big, dark-haired man. The man's buttocks were flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove himself hard into the wantonly writhing young girl beneath him. Her legs were wrapped tight around his body, her ankles locked in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His wetly glistening cock was spearing into her clasping pink pussy like a steel piston, bringing grunts of indescribable joy to her mumbling lips.
Paul could feel the end coming for both himself and Laura as she labored heavily over him to finish it. He heard her moan loudly just as his own explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her cunt began shooting its fiery white cum deep up inside her. Both their bodies quivered for a moment, emptying themselves against each other, "and then she collapsed down on him with a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the couple in the movie cumming and their loud cries of fulfillment. He blinked, there was something about the blonde ... but then the film ended and the screen slipped into darkness.
Laura crawled slowly from his body, his wet deflated cock slipping from her with an obscene sucking noise. And then the screen was lit again. He tried to focus his eyes to see more clearly, but Tie couldn't. The champagne he had drunk and the final wild race to cum with Laura had dulled his senses too much. It was just a blur in the distance across the room.
"Don't you like the movie?" Laura whispered next to him, a strange excited tone in her voice.
Paul automatically turned his eyes back to the screen, and his eyes focused a little better this time. He could make out the blurred shapes of two bodies writhing on a bed, with a man's head buried deep between the widespread legs of a blonde girl, whose hands clung tightly to his lianas if it were a matter of life and death.
Her blurred face was contorted into a half-crazed expression of passion that seemed to border on the verge of hysteria. He had the sudden vague feeling that he knew this girl from somewhere. He squinted, trying to make out the details of her passion-distorted face. It looked like ... but, no, he thought to himself, it couldn't be. He leaned forward to get a closer look. It was! Oh my God, it was!
It was Janet, his own wife.'
He sat, stunned, unable to move for a moment. He turned questioningly towards Laura, who was watching him with an odd smile on her face.
"Surprised?" she asked him.
"But how ... I mean..." his voice trailed away.
"What do you mean, 'how'. Just like the rest of us," she said. Now she knew more clearly one of the reasons she had agreed to become a part of the plot to deliver Janet's innocent young body to her husband. Who the hell did Janet think she was? Did she feel superior to the rest of them, that she wouldn't let anyone touch her? What about Paul? He had been content to fuck her, Laura, whenever he got the chance, and at the same time to think that his own prissy little wife was just too good for that kind of thing. Better than her, Laura. Well, she'd show him now, she thought archly to herself. He'd see who was better than whom.
"What do you want to bet that your little helpmate is right here in this house tonight?" she asked sweetly.
"But, but that's impossible," he spluttered helplessly. "She's right at home..." His voice faded away as he remembered that he had been unable to reach her by phone before leaving the office. He forced his eyes back to the screen. There was no doubt about it in his mind now.
It was Janet!
He turned back towards Laura, a hard glitter in his eyes. "Take me to where she is," he said coldly.
"You sure you want me to," Laura's voice was mocking. "You never know what ... or who ... she might be in the middle of."
He stood up and grabbed her arm. "Take me to her now," he snarled.
"OK, buster, if that's the way you want it,"
Laura said, and started towards the doorway. She led Paul over the same route that Janet had taken just a short while before in her attempt to escape from Pete Jamison. The two of them entered the same long hall, but instead of going to the last bedroom door at the end, Laura opened the one next to it and went inside, Paul following her. Paul glanced around suspiciously, but saw no sign of his young wife. They were in a large bedroom that was unusual in only one way.
There was a huge mirror running down one whole wall!
He looked on with curiosity as Laura casually walked over to what looked like a small instrument panel at one end of the mirror. She flipped on a switch and adjusted a dial and then something happened to the mirror. It shimmered for a moment, and then suddenly cleared. Paul was amazed to see that they were no longer looking at their own reflections in a mirror, but were instead looking through a huge window into another room. Paul had heard of trick two-way mirrors before, but this is the first one he had ever seen.
As the adjoining room was suddenly opened to Paul's gaze, his eyes automatically fell on the huge bed in that room and the couple twisting together on it in the last throes of sexual abandon.
For the second time this evening, he was watching his wife make love to another man!
He watched in utter horror as he saw his supposedly innocent young wife squirming lewdly beneath he looked harder Pete
Jamison! God! Laura's husband! Some of the justice of the situation leaked through to his numbed brain as he remembered how he had just fucked Pete's wife, but it only lasted a moment, to be replaced by hurt and rage and a feeling of betrayal at the mind-shattering lewd scene before him.
His mouth dropped open in disbelief as he watched Janet's long full legs wrap suddenly around Pete's hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining to pull him inside her. The cords on the inside of her thighs flexed tightly as she punched her wildly rotating hips back up over his long thick cock. She screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward desperately, trying to absorb the entirety of his massive penis back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. A wet viscous sound could be clearly heard through some opening in. the wall as she slithered up its full length. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the rigid pole of hot flesh, while his heavily swaying balls slapped in time against the puckered little anus below.
A storm of rage flooded through Paul's overloaded brain. By God, he'd fix her, he thought to himself. He'd pull her off that fat slob and knock her head off. He looked around desperately, looking for a way into the other room but could see none.
His attention was jerked back by the sound of a squeal, half of pain, from the next room. He stared, thunderstruck, as Pete lay still above his gasping wife for a minute, soaking the full length of his cock inside Janet's quivering belly for a few torturous seconds. Then, with a deep-throated groan born of animal lust, he began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes that carried the full length of his huge penis deep into the helplessly impaled girl. She writhed madly beneath the driving force of Pete's pounding body as he reached under her knees and pulled up viciously, bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater access to the open wet entrance of her cunt.
The young husband suddenly became aware of another emotion intruding into his tortured mind as he gaped at the depraved and unnatural scene being acted out before him. He became fascinated by the wild abandon with which his supposedly inhibited wife was reacting to the most perverted actions of the man leering down at her. He knew then that he had only got a taste the other night of the violent storms of passion hidden within the lush young body of his sensuous wife. He was amazed to find that his painfully throbbing cock was beginning to jerk and grow as he looked on at the spectacle of Janet being brutally fucked by another man. He began to be attracted once again by the memory of all the most debasing and exciting things he had ever wanted to do to his wife's beautiful young body. He turned to find that Laura was looking at him with an amused smile on her face, and somehow he had the feeling that she had almost read his mind. She took his hand and led him back out into the hall and put his hand on the handle of the next door . ...
* * *
Janet groaned helplessly as her hotly quivering vagina was plundered again and again almost beyond endurance. Pete was driving her head hard back against the backboard of the bed with each jack-hammer thrust, and she couldn't fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were now pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel the giant cock-head ramming up and down inside her cuntal passage like a feathered piston, could also feel the hot slap of his cum-filled balls against her sensitive anal ring each time he jerked forward on the downstroke.
Her womb flared and the clasping lips of her hair-lined furrow flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her secret flesh. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under her legs and snaked around his back. The nails clawed a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks as she pulled him deep and thrust her belly up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the hot pistoning flesh of his cock. She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep in her throat through his obscene grin and greedily swallowed the droplets of his saliva that ran down it in her lewd excitement. The pungent odor of his breath excited rather than repelled her maddened senses. Her body began to match his pounding lunges with her own rhythmic thrashings; her hips fought his withdrawal strokes like a fighting game fish trying to dislodge a barbed hook.
The bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of naked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous rasping of his pile-driving cock going in and out of her desire-flooded cunt.
Janet knew he was going to cum soon, could feel it building up as his cock began to swell even greater in size. The knowledge of the impending explosion drove her insane with renewed passion. She was just reaching around under his nakedly squirming buttocks to wrap her fingers around his sperm-laden balls pressed into the split of her buttocks when she was startled out of her passion by the crash of the door of the room being violently opened and flung back against the wall. As she tried to see around Pete's driving shoulders, she heard the voice of her husband roaring like the voice of doom, "You goddamn slut!" His voice was hoarse with rage and with some other emotion she could not at first identify. Her heart nearly stopped beating, stunned with the horror of shame and discovery. The thing she had feared the most had happened. She had been discovered in her lewd and shameless infidelity by her own husband.
She tried to wriggle out from under Pete's now-quiet body, but he was too heavy to move. She saw that Pete was calmly looking at Paul back over his shoulder, a sadistic grin on his face.
"Oh, God, let me up! Let me up!" she screamed in a choked voice. But Pete still held her pinned to the bed, his huge member still spearing into her fear-contracted vagina. She felt like a bug nailed to a board by a giant spike.
"Oh, Paul, help me," she screamed. "He tried to rape me," she added in a desperate lie.
"Come off it, baby," Paul sneered. "I've been watching you fight back for the last ten minutes," he added sarcastically.
"Paul, darling ... I'm so sorry. Please don't...." she began.
"Shut up," he snapped at her, then he looked Pete Jamison straight in the eye.
"Turn the filthy bitch over," he ordered.
Pete looked puzzled a moment, then a knowing grin came over his face. He wrapped his arms tightly around Janet's sweat-streaked body and, with one smooth effort, he rolled over so that she was lying on top of him, her ripely quivering breasts against his hairy chest and her naked white buttocks turned up toward the ceiling. The frantic young wife struggled fiercely for a moment to free herself from the arms wrapped tightly around her helpless body, but suddenly she was shocked into immobility by a sharp stinging slap on her buttocks.
"Hold your ass still, goddammit," she heard her husband snarl behind her. Then she felt his fingers probing at her sensitive little anal ring. Startled, she twisted her head to look behind her and saw that Paul was kneeling between Pete's legs now as he worked with obscene concentration over the nakedly inviting cleft of her buttocks. Her mind dulled with fear and shame, Janet vaguely tried to imagine what he was doing, but all she could remember was the horror and shame of her present predicament. She knew that she had lost Paul for good, that he could never forgive her for what she had done.
She jerked as she felt his outstretched finger nudging against her tightly puckering anus. Then, abruptly, the frantic young wife stiffened with horror as she began to understand what Pete and her husband were trying to do to her.
"Wait-wait a moment. No ... no! You ... can't," she yelled in alarm as she felt Paul's hands opening her fearfully trembling buttocks and draw the ass-cheeks further apart. She tried to wriggle away when she felt his finger relentlessly pressing at the ring of her anus. She flexed her buttocks tightly together, but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. The twin moons were stretched cruelly apart from each other until she could feel cool air rushing in to lave the warm crevice between the cheeks. "Stop that, Paul! That's sick! Oh God, don't!"
"Shut up, dammit," she heard her husband snarl behind her, his voice hoarse and choked with unnatural passion. Just then, Pete Jamison grabbed her hips in his hands and began to move her body up and down on his rigidly pulsating penis until, despite herself, she was almost delirious again with rapture at the ecstatic sensation resulting from his thick cock fucking in and out of her vagina. "You see," he panted under her, "once Paul gets that little hole stretched out a little more, we'll fuck you together and you'll love it. I swear you will."
Janet gave a tiny gasp of protest, tears coming to her eyes at the realization of the vile unnatural act they were planning to do to her. Her own husband was going to sodomize her in her tiny back passage! Oh God! She would never live through this. She could never face anyone again after this ultimate degradation and subjugation. The last two days had been tame compared to this. How could she ever expect her husband to respect and love her again? Right now he was acting like a devil, a horrible fiend! A sick degenerate with sadistic tendencies.
Janet tried again to squirm her buttocks away from Paul, but it was a useless attempt as Pete continued to skewer her mercilessly on his huge shaft. Her husband probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle, and then suddenly he shoved forward, sinking his extended finger up to the first knuckle in her painfully cringing anus. Janet jumped from the unexpected sensation, but kept silent. She would not give these two beasts the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy again.
Grinning excitedly, Paul rotated his finger in the tightly puckering little opening as his wife's voluptuous young body was propelled up and down on Pete's thick cock fucking into her vagina from below. Gradually the uncomfortable feeling in her anus lessened and Janet once again became aware of Pete's hotly throbbing penis driving in and out of her wide-stretched pussy. She relaxed a little and began to move her hips voluntarily again to meet each powerful thrust of the cock thundering up into her cunt from below, grazing her sensitive cervix and filling her more than she would have believed possible. For a breathless moment, the intrusion in her anus actually felt good, intensifying all her sensations, but then suddenly, she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming in unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did hurt and she jerked away from Paul in a frantic effort to escape the painful entry.
Janet's heart sank as she felt Pete's powerful arms pushing her back toward her husband behind her. They really meant to do this awful thing to her! What had seemed like little more than a cruel joke designed to frighten and humiliate her was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying reality. She tried again to wrench her nakedly defenseless buttocks away, but it was useless. Paul wormed his fingers in and out of her, turning and twisting them in the narrow hole in preparation for the greater entry to come. The pain began to lessen more and more until the young wife began to almost enjoy the sensation from the unnatural invasion. Then, without warning, the two fingers were suddenly jerked from her rectum! They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they came free with a lascivious sucking sound. The younger man edged closer, pushing her thighs wider with his knees as he moved in behind her helplessly skewered body. Then, overcome by the sight of the twin moons below him, he leaned forward and dropped his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between the creamy spheres, moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending strange shivers of forbidden delight coursing over his beautiful wife's back.
Suddenly, Pete's hands around her waist clamped down tighter and the fearful young blonde felt herself being lifted high, her loins rising free of the impalement of his monstrous cock. Behind her, Paul grasped harshly at her nakedly flaring hips, holding them steady before him as he drew his cock down to the hotly moistened split of her drenched pussy, running it up and down the wet fleshy layers until it was completely lubricated with her liquid passion. Then gripping his excitedly pulsing penis, he guided it forward until it touched the puckering little hole leading to her rectum.
Janet shuddered in fear at the first contact. God, it would never fit. It felt huge against the tiny opening. She could never take that into her rectum without ripping her belly apart! She tried desperately to wriggle away, but both men held her securely. She could feel her husband's smooth loins behind her and his hot, hard cock searching and probing in the valley of her upturned buttocks. Then she felt a direct pressure against her sensitive rear opening, a pressure that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a relentless hardness ... and then into agony.
"Oh God nooooo! Please! Aaaaaaaggggggh!"
Her scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she suddenly felt the tight resisting nether ring of her anus giving way before the unyielding pressure of Paul's penis. In a sudden blaze of agony, his lust-swollen copk-head popped just inside her anus with a jerk. The pain of the depraved intrusion vibrated through every fiber of her being, and she babbled incoherent pleas for mercy, but her husband's thick pole of hot flesh pressed inward, pushing the fearfully puckering flesh inside her wide-stretched anal passage in great painful waves before it. She groaned with agony as it sank deeper, on and on into her body until she felt the stiff curling hair of Paul's loins graze her sensitive ass-cheeks. His thickly heated cock jerked over in excitement; then he was buried inside her rectum, impaling her virginal anus to the very hilt!
Tears of anguished humiliation began to well up in the debased young wife's blue eyes and overflowed onto her cheeks as the sinewy penis lodged so painfully in her rectum throbbed and jerked with Paul's mounting excitement. She knew that it was useless to ask for mercy or consideration. Not after he had caught her in her unforgivable, faithless acts.
Then Pete, who had pulled his massively heated cock out of her vagina while Paul penetrated her narrow back passage, wrapped his hands around Janet's tiny waist once again and jerked her down over his hard waiting shaft. It slithered hotly deep up into the moist open cavern of her pussy, and the lovely blonde moaned despairingly as she realized that she was now hopelessly impaled on the two cocks.
She could feel the thickness of the one in her rectum rubbing against Pete's wildly throbbing shaft beneath her, separated only by the thin membrane between her vagina and her narrow back passage. But as she squirmed to free herself from the unbelievable lewdness of the two cocks embedded within her loins, Janet gradually began to realize that the agonizing pain she had suffered a moment before was changing, becoming almost weirdly pleasurable, and she tentatively started to move her hips backwards to meet each thrust of the thick cock ramming into her rectum from behind.
There was no further delay. Paul, already excited by the salacious spectacle he had witnessed through the mirror next door as Pete had completely subjugated his blonde young wife, began to fuck furiously into the warm buttery depths of her rectum, while Pete started thrusting his pelvis upward with powerful strokes into her wetly welcoming pussy that made the bedsprings beneath them creak in protest. As if by previous arrangement, both men suddenly pulled their fiery shafts of hard flesh almost out of her nakedly quivering body, leaving only the swollen, blood-filled heads within tight-stretched pussy and ravished little anus. Then, at the same moment, they rammed deep into her body so that Janet's head shot up in surprise from where it had fallen on Pete's chest, and she squealed in amazed delight. They began to move in unison, buffeting her body back and forth between them like a mindless sack of soft foam rubber, and her tiny cries stretched into a single sobbing whine of exquisite pleasure as they hammered into her wantonly writhing young body with more and more passion.
Janet's whole being was becoming a quaking mass of lust as she undulated wildly in lewd abandon. She was lost in the new, overpowering sensations and she wildly rotated her hips and buttocks, joyfully skewering herself on the two thick shafts fucking so wonderfully into her loins. She squeezed with her cuntal muscles and tensed her buttocks to give Pete and her husband the same wild pleasure they were bestowing on her. A magnificent, almost volcanic sensation was building, building, higher and higher inside her and she felt that something fantastic was about to happen, something bigger then anything she had ever experienced.
"Oooooh ... oooooh ... oooooooohhhhhh!" Janet suddenly groaned in numbing pleasure as shattering waves of ecstatic sensation surged through her cock-skewered loins and branched out through her entire body, making her forget everything in the world but what she was feeling ... the glorious sensations that were pounding through her nakedly quivering body like the angriest surf.
"Christ, look at her go!" Pete grunted breathlessly as he stared in disbelief up at Janet's uncontrollably trembling body, her body beginning to jerk and buck from the cresting orgasm. Even when he had fucked her earlier the young wife hadn't acted like this, the older man thought as his eyes widened with awed admiration.
"Yeah, and it feels ... like she's going to ... do it again," Paul gasped breathlessly as he felt his beautiful wife's anus tighten around his pistoning cock, despite how brutally stretched her narrow channel was.
Lying on the bed, Pete could by then do nothing but nod helplessly as he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his rapidly growing penis, and he sensed another shudder of orgasm tear through her doubly-skewered body. The helpless woman was out of her mind with desire now and throbbed out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever.
Paul was startled by the sudden realization that Janet was even better suited to him than he had imagined. In the midst of this unnatural situation, he had discovered that his own wife was one of those priceless women who just came and came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion. It seemed impossible that prudish, straight-laced Janet Thompson could be like that, and yet she quivered and groaned, working furiously against the two cocks that pounded relentlessly into her wetly stretched passages. Again and again they both slammed into her, fucking faster until she gasped desperately for air, her blonde curls spilling and bouncing over her flushed face as she worked to get the maximum of sensation from their steadily accelerating pace.
Then suddenly Janet's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like groan from deep in the throat of her husband, filling her rectum so wonderfully from behind with his long thick cock. She felt his penis begin to throb and expand as it pummeled deep into her stretched back passage. She could also feel Pete's penis thickening and flexing in her desperately contracting vagina, and she clamped even harder on it to speed his orgasm.
Suddenly, Paul's white bubbling river of cum began spurting far up inside her insanely rippling rectum, and that triggered her greatest orgasm yet so powerful that she pitched forward almost unconscious against the hairy chest below her.
Pete, feeling the younger man's release, plunged upward embedding his own wildly ejaculating cock deep into her clenching young pussy, pumping his own white hot sperm far up into the depths of her cunt.
A moment later, Paul's rapidly deflating penis slipped limply from her ravaged rectum, and the battered young wife felt her body shudder violently as one final gush of pleasure rippled through her loins.
For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent room. The warm liquid of their combined releases seeped from her slowly closing anus, trickled down the crevice of her buttocks to mix with Pete's hot sperm overflowing from her still twitching vaginal lips. She rolled off of Pete's body, softly groaning as his penis slithered lifelessly from her forever-stretched vagina, and lay between the nakedly sprawled forms of the two men, her legs still open as the pink fleshy layers of her vagina glistened with their cum.
Slowly, the beautiful young wife's senses began to return to her, and her warm glow of contentment started to fade as she remembered the realities of her situation. She turned toward her husband, words of remorse and guilt trembling on her lips. But, to her amazement, she saw Paul already looking at her, a slow gentle smile lighting up his face. Just then, Pete raised his sweaty head from the mattress and saw the young couple tenderly, yet hesitatingly, gazing at one another. His own hard face softened then, and he put an arm around each of the younger people. They looked at one another .uncertainly for a moment and then all burst into delighted laughter. Janet flew into her husband's waiting arms and crushed herself to him happily.
Janet knew then, with some instinctive, certain feeling, that a magic process had been completed, and that a rich new life lay ahead for them, a life freed of the old fears and inhibitions of the past. She heard a sound at the door and looked up to see Laura standing there, her beautiful body completely naked, glowing in the ' soft light like a lustrous pearl. She beckoned and Laura slowly came across the room to them, to throw herself down amongst them, to become a part of their magic.
