Here is a lyrical story of defilement and humiliation, a romance of the first order from one of our most prolific authors!
The scene is the suburbs, the everyday world of the door-to-door salesman and the women he meets. The salesman and his young wife have recently married, and, like many new couples, they face some of the difficulties of having partially mistaken a physical attraction for love.
For the new husband in this story, the problems revolve around his raven-haired wife's reluctance to enjoy what usually comes natural. For the new bride, it's a conflict between two differing sets of values, between the tempting passions of her husband's world and the old set of mores which she's known since childhood. Into this tension-packed relationship comes a business executive from M.L.A., the husband's company, and he develops a mysterious pull on the young blonde bride. These are the basics of this intriguing and revealing romance of the suburbs.
With no further delay we invite you to enjoy as we did John Wilson's The Salesman's Wife.
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Margo Blaster sat comfy as a kitten, legs curled under, file-sanding as quick as possible, each one of her nails taking on a perfect smooth curve. She came to her last, delicate slender finger and tossed off a couple of quick strokes and added just one more, the way an artist might put a last dab of paint on an otherwise complete canvas. She put her file down on the flat arm of the sofa, along with her polish and cuticle-scissors, and looked around the drab, under-furnished living room. The thought crept into her mind that the place was about as appealing as a litter box, but she put that idea aside in favor of:
You make trades in this world, Margo, and living with Dick is one of those trades ... How would you rather have it? A ritzy place on top of the world with some no-good-nick? Lots of money and a sports car and a guy with no pzazz? You could have gone that route but you didn't ... So leave it alone already ... make the best of it as you can...
She stood up from the sofa and pulled her silky green housecoat closed around her voluptuous young nakedness. She looked down at her toes, bowing slightly, and asked herself if her toe nails really needed doing too. She decided against it and made her way into the kitchen.
... And this room is another rat-hole, she found herself thinking as she poured a second cup of coffee. The linoleum was coming up in large peels over by the ironing closet, and the backdoor had a warp in it that made entering or leaving the place a definite pain. It's not forever, Margo ... just leave it be...
In the bedroom she sat on the edge of the sagging mattress, and the rusty, squeaking springs cried back at her. "Ugh," she groaned aloud, "I don't believe it ... I've got to get out of here...! "
In a jiffy she had the housecoat off and was rushing nakedly into the bathroom, her large, well-rounded breasts rising and falling in a gentle, easy bounce as she landed in front of the mirror. "Maybe," she whispered at the lovely blonde in the glass across from her as she began applying her lipstick, "you'll go to the Marina, and meet yourself a handsome Sea Captain who will take you away from all this landlubber hypocrisy, out to the wild islands of the South Seas, there to-" She slipped with her lipstick and had to start over. She went quickly about the task, not bothering with distracting, unnerving commentary.
She put makeup on her cheeks, a smooth patting of powder to mat everything down, eye liner and shadow, hint of black silhouette on the lids and lashes, and then a neat, blue-silver glitter, something to accent the sharpness of her lake-blue, almond-shaped eyes. "Mmmmm," she sighed pulling her lovely blonde hair back and away so as to be able to see more clearly. Her face was just about ready. She smoothed out the line of make-up at her neck so that there would be no awkward "tan" line.
She'd shaved her long shapely legs the night before. Just to make sure, she lifted one foot and rested it on the lid of the toilet. She smoothed the skin of her shin, calf and knee, up to the thigh with two hands, spreading a light coating of cream softener with her palms as she went. She rubbed the oily stuff into her leg until it disappeared leaving even her full thigh softly coated and luxuriously silky. Then she did the other leg. By the time she finished the cream had disappeared entirely in the soft skin of her supple thighs and calves.
In the bedroom she dressed quickly with a pair of sheer black panties, pulling the silky under drawers up over her scissor-sharp legs until they covered her soft, dark-sandy pubis and firm, plush buttocks. She put on a black, see-through brassiere, one which cupped her creamy white breasts but did not entirely obscure their full nakedness.
She picked out a poplin blouse made of a light sheer-green color, one that buttoned in front with a fly-away collar, and she added to that a navy blue skirt. At the last minute, she put on flesh-colored stockings and a pair of cranberry heels. She knew by the glow in her cheeks as she stroked a comb once through her silky blonde hair that she was ready to get out of the house.
She had closed the locked door and was slipping into her overcoat when the phone began ringing. She debated leaving it go, but since the ringing was persistent, she decided to answer. She got the phone on the tenth ring, with the living room door open, her coat half-way on, her purse open on the coffee table, keys still loosely jingling in the handle of the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Blaster?" came the strange, pebbly voice on the other end of the line. Margo still wasn't used to people calling her Mrs., so it took her a moment to collect herself and reply. "Yes, this is Margo. Who's this?" She changed hands with the phone, having grabbed it left-handed in her hurry to catch it, and missed the reply. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't catch that. Who is it?"
"My name is Elmer Stag," said the unpleasantly deep voice at the other end of the line, "and I think we should meet." There was a long pause and Margo hardly knew what to say. "Are you still there Mrs. Blaster? I think we should meet. Soon."
"Hey," said Margo, losing patience with the intruder, "I don't even know you! What's this all about?! "
"Never mind that. Just listen to me. I have information about your husband."
"Say, what do you mean you have information? What kind of information?"
"Now, now, Mrs. Blaster. There's no reason to get panicky. And don't try playing games, either. My sources are reliable. I know all about Dick and his, ah, previous life."
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about," Margo suddenly frantically appealed to the stranger, "but I don't like the idea of your calling me up this way and accusing my husband-"
"-Maybe he didn't tell you," interrupted the stranger. "Maybe you'd like to know yourself. About where he's been and what he's done? Wouldn't you like to know about your husband's real past? I know if it were my wife, I'd sure like to know if she had a prison record..."
"A what?" Margo hesitated. "Did you say prison record?"
"Mmmmm, that's right, Mrs. Blaster. Two years."
Again she paused.
"Mrs. Blaster? Are you there?"
"Where do you want to meet me?"
CHAPTER TWO
Dick Blaster eyed the address sheet and then looked up to the front of the house, just to make sure the numbers on the porch matched the numbers on his route-list. Yeah, this is the dump, he thought to himself as he stood alongside his beat up Pontiac, addressing himself in the reflection of the car window on the passenger side. You go in there, Dick, and you sell them one of these units, or you quit all together, buddy ... It's your last chance ... He straightened his tie and fixed the collar. You go in there and sell this broad whatever you can ... however you need to do it ... just sell ... sell ... sell ... and remember ... you need the money ... you and Margo need the dough, pal ... Oh, yeah, Margo ... An image of his voluptuous wife popped into his brain, and he quickly replayed the previous night's sex activity. He saw himself climbing up onto her long, naked frame, her breasts bouncing and swollen in his face, her nipples tensed and strawberry colored, her face all smiles, clean white teeth, her cheeks blazing ... and he reached down and pressed his finger against. ... .. the doorbell!
"Hullo, Mrs. Garner," he said, quickly checking the print-out sheet. "I'm Dick Blaster, your M.L.A. representative." As he spoke, making the little speech that introduced the kitchen unit and himself, his quick eyes inspected the housewife, Mrs. Garner, and he filled himself in on a number of things: she was, for one, younger than the file sheet had indicated; she must have been about twenty-three if that; she had long, dark hair, and she was wearing a cotton white blouse and a plain, short skirt, no stockings and no shoes. He wondered what she'd been doing. Then looked for the "yes" nod, the go-ahead: it always came after the line in the speech: "And like a lot of young housewives, you've probably got your hands full, what with taking care of the house and the kids, so the last thing you need to do is worry about potato peeling and carrots and all that. Am I right?" He waited. She smiled. Would she nod? "Mrs. Garner?"
"I'm just looking at you," mused the young, raven-haired house-wife, smiling slightly. "You look so familiar ... Haven't I seen you someplace before?"
"I don't think so," said Dick Blaster, shaking his head slightly. "About my Vegi-Peel Tool Unit, Ma'am. Would you be interested in taking a look?" Where was that damn nod? Hell, doesn't she know I'm trying to earn a living, that that's why I'm standin' here trying to look pretty. . . ? Does she think I smile at everyone this way?"
"Oh, of course I'd like to see it! I'm sorry," she said, "come right in. I'm sorry, it's just that you look so familiar..."
He could smell something sweet and aromatic on this young woman as he made his way past her into the living room. He heard the door shut behind him, and then he heard something he wasn't sure of and he swung around. She was pulling the latch shut and ... locked! This looks like it's going to be good, better than even a sale!
She looked up at him. "I always keep the door locked," she said, beginning to stammer out a reason, an apology and an explanation.
"I understand," said Dick Blaster, loosening his coat, "you mind if I take this jacket off? The demonstration requires it, really."
"Oh, certainly," said the young housewife, her face flaming red now, her nostrils sucking for breath.
If only I'd realized, he said in his mind, i" should have known from when she was using that line about don ll look familiar? Damn it, I'm getting slow ... Marriage must be keeping me down more than I thought. . .
He unfolded the Vegi-Peel crate on the sofa. It looked like a big spice rack, only it held various kinds of kitchen equipment instead of spices. There was one gadget for potatoes, another for carrots, a third and fourth for onions and turnips, another for mashing. This last he liked to demonstrate, for it gave him a kind of a thrill to picture this or that former customer under the sharp, silver wedges of the slicing device, and every hefty slug on a bread board through a good, crisp vegetable gave a bit of relief! At the bottom of the demo kit, neatly arranged with a chord and plug, were the battery charger and electric quick-fit handle.
As he pulled the tool off the mount and began to attach one of the automatic heads, Mrs. Garner leaned forward, her blouse loosely hanging away from her full smooth breasts underneath. He stared uninhibitedly at the nakedly hanging breasts, eyeballing especially the pinkly distended nipples. He clicked the machine in his hands into place.
Staring at the long handled electric tool, Mrs. Garner asked, "Is that thing part of the demonstration?" Then, she came around and sat down next to him on the sofa.
"It certainly is," he said, his eyes inspecting the neat lines of her jaw and the silky cascade of her raven-colored hair as it touched her shoulders. Her arm brushed against his. "This is a very useful tool," he said softly.
"I know. I can tell," said the young housewife, her hand behind Dick, on the back of the sofa now as she listened intensely to him. She felt something welling up inside her, something strong and powerful. It had been a long week, a week of lovelessness, for her husband was out on the road, having left her alone in the house, alone with her chores ... and with her ... desires! She felt herself melting as the salesman slowly but surely listed the various attributes of the machine that he wanted to sell her. She couldn't hear a word of it. She kept looking from the machine to the man's eyes, and to his strong arms as he demonstrated the peeler and the various electric speeds. She wondered if he could read her mind. Her inner thoughts were liberatingly hot. She knew this because she felt chills cropping up across her ample thighs.
She'd been in the bedroom when he rang the bell, and she was just about to pull down her panties for a handsome little rubbing between her legs. And now ... presto! Here he was, a dream come true, sitting there alongside her and talking about this and that and kitchen utensils! She wondered how she would get to him ... how she would tell him what she really wanted to hear about!
"You know," she began by sitting upright and pressing her knee against his, accidentally on purpose pushing her right breast into his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me." She actually conjured up an honest to goodness red-hot blush!
"I understand," said Dick Blaster, his intelligent eyes registering her real unmentioned needs. He could see she didn't want to hear any more about the kitchen tool. He took a big chance, pressed forward, his mouth hitting hers in a mesh of thick moist lips, his tongue darting fish-like into her throat, snaking her with a quiet French tongue. It was just a moment before he realized that this was the "tool" that this woman wanted, needed and would accept!
She was one of those big, soft-breasted young women with nipples that tensed just from thinking about sex, let alone from when a man actually undid the buttons on her little white blouse the way Blaster was just then doing!
"Let me get to that breast there," he whispered pantingly, pulling her blouse undone and taking one of her squeezeable, creamy breasts in his fingers and supporting it in front of his lusting eyes. He popped the nipple into his mouth and started sucking at the pink tip, rolling it between his lip and his tongue and then sinking his teeth lightly into it so as to make Mrs. Garner moan pathetically for release.
"Ooooh, God!" she hissed. "Forgive me ... I don't know what I'm doing ... It's been so long ... my husband, he's away and ... Oh ... oh ... oh..."
Blaster squeezed her breast, making the pliant flesh go rippling and sliding between his fingers while his tongue twirled around and around on the nipple, each little lick sending the ardent love-starved housewife into feverish tizzy. He watched goose flesh fly up her breast and tingle at her hot blushing neck. She was getting more and more aroused every second! It was better than he'd ever imagined such a moment could be, especially the way she was panting and begging him ... first to stop ... and then ... for more!
"Get me here!" she panted exposing her other breast, presenting it nipple first and begging him to give the aroused protuberant tip a hearty wet kiss. "Suck it some there!" He teased the little cap and hot pink nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and then he wetted it with his outstretched tongue. He took this opportunity to go kissing between her breasts as well, pressing the cleaving breasts around his freshly-shaven jaw until he slid down to her naked white belly and arrived at the waistband of her skirt.
"You got to get this thing out of the way," he said, and she stood up in front of him and nervously, agitatedly pulled down the zipper and let the skirt float down her shapely legs to the floor where it circled her slender white ankles. She stood nakedly before him, save for her panties which covered all but a few of her black pubic hairs, hairs which stuck out from the lower edges of her panties and were silhouetted in the comely white thigh flesh of her loins.
Her breasts were full and large, hanging above him like ripe fruit ready to be picked and squeezed. Her supple belly was smooth and taut. For an instant she stood towering above him, her hands on her curvaceous hips, her thick moist lips carrying a slightly lecherous grin. She'd calmed down with the knowledge that she was finally going to have what her bodily desires told her she desperately needed. "Well?! "
He stood up. "Sorry. Give me a minute," he said, realizing now that she was the one waiting for him!
"Let me help," she moaned passionately, falling to her knees at his feet and reaching up with her slender white fingers. She quickly undid his belt buckle and pulled open the metal snap and zipper. One hand floated gracefully under the folds of his drawers, palming the bulge in his underwear which was his hardening prick.
"Oh, God!" she panted, "This is it! That is what I want!" She clutched at his cock and tried to get her other hand into his underwear while pulling his trousers down off of his hips. "Look Ma!" she excitedly gasped as she cleared his cock of the elastic band of the underwear. "No hands!" In one quick motion she slipped the head of his now uncaged throbbing prick into the hot sanctuary of her wet mouth. So sudden was this first taking of his stiffness that Dick Blaster was shocked!
"I'll be damned!" he muttered, looking down and watching the young housewife as her thick wet lips puckered and clasped at the spongy helmet of his solidly throbbing cock. "It's beautiful! UTTERLY BEAUTIFUL!"
"Mmmmmm, you're telling me," she hummed, extracting the glistening saliva-coated tip from between her lips, lightly fisting it at the base and waving it back and forth so that just the cap skimmed along against her lips. "Oh, yeah," she cooed, her hot breath and the vibrations of her mellifluous voice yet another powerful erotic stimulant for his heartily throbbing cock flesh.
"Let me feel your balls, too! ... Do you mind? I think sometimes I miss that the most! ... A good pair of hard balls in my hand to rub ... and to caress ... Mmmmm ... yes! ... GOOD!" She'd taken his scrotal sack into her fingers and began palming his lust-geared testicles, lightly pulling and squeezing, her feathery touch sending a shock-wave into his turgid prick. He couldn't believe his eyes, the way she was pressing her lips around his thick, mushroom prick, stretching out her tongue around the expanded, rubbery rim and sliding down the length of the shaft to take on the base like a friendly sucker. It was everything he ever dreamed possible from his door-to-door work ... and more!
Now she had his cock in her mouth, and she was trying to swallow as much of it as possible. She was trying to get that big meaty red prick of his all the way down her throat! It was as if she wasn't going to be satisfied until she was swallowing up his testicles!
Her hands were never idle. One cupped his scrotum and lightly squeezed his testicles with exactly the right amount of pressure, working the sperm-producing orbs until they ached, until they felt like they were going to explode ... and her other hand was around behind him, softly squeezing his muscular buttocks! It was hard for him not to go pumping forward, heartily jamming his cock into her mouth so hard that he would plug her throat! It was as if there was nothing that stood between his prick and full-penetration of this woman's mouth! He could hardly believe how sultry a bitch she was, the way she was licking and sucking voraciously all over his thickened column! It was the best he could ever remember getting ... from a sales call, that is! Her husband must have been away for years!
The salesman rotated his hips as he fucked in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth and felt a dizzying rush of heated blood throbbing through his cock. The woman's wet pointed tongue was tracing his thickened cock-head while the tantalizing suction of her mouth almost forced him to cum instantaneously, as wave after wave of salacious lust rippled through his thrusting groin. He threw his head back and let out an animal-like grunt, one which rattled the window panes on the front of the house.
"Oh, God, yes!" she suddenly moaned around his throbbing cock shaft, tugging on his hips and indicating to him that she needed something in return. He climbed down on the floor with her, careful to let her keep hold of his wet, pulsating cock with her light little fist as he moved, and he ended up with his head between her long soft thighs, his face close up against the sweetly swelled pucker of her labial lips. Her scent was delightful-he could have followed it around the room for a year or two without getting bored or feeling left out. The shape of her cunt was something else, too! The thing was angled downwards just right, and the lips had just the right little twist in them, too. He knew his tongue would go into that hot moist space just right!
Almost hypnotically, he reached around her naked, curvaceous hips and, using both hands to hold her rounded ass-cheeks, he forced the tingling lips of her warm wet pussy against his own fleshy mouth lips. Immediately, he began fucking his tongue in and out of her hotly nibbling little hole, harder and faster, deeper and stronger, shoving his stiffened wedge in and out of her quivering cuntal vee. He felt a deep satisfaction when he located her distended clitoris with his nose and was rewarded with a wailing moan from her rounded lips as she sucked with an undeniable hunger. Spasmodically, she jerked her cuntal slit up against his face with forceful thrusts as he began a steady licking back and forth across her hotly throbbing vagina, rhythmically rubbing his nose across her sensitive clitoris in an effort to give her total pleasure.
"Uuuuhhh, yes," she cried out softly around the thickness of his prick, gasping for more breath so that she could go down on it once again, wrapping her thick moist lips, clamping her hot wet mouth to the bulge of his blue-veined cock, taking the pulsating shaft of hot ready-to-burst flesh into her mouth as far as it would go, until the spongy wet cap pressed sluggishly, like wet rubber, into the socket of her throat. Her lips folded down, past the half-way point of his cock, clutching as best they could against the slipperiness of his saliva-wetted prick, and her one hand went playing with his lust-hardened testicles, rolling the scrotal sack while simultaneously squeezing the egg-shaped contents. "Mmmmmm," she hummed on the hearty stiffness of his throbbing cock, murmuring and licking it intermittently.
She wailed softly with unintelligible little moans as the velvety sensations inundated her widespread vaginal slit. She punched her hot little pussy up against his face in an attempt to keep his rigid tongue from escaping her. She had to increase the pressure and satisfy her love-starved body before she went out of her head with total ecstasy! She wanted his torturous licking to go on and on, never departing her desperately quivering cuntal flesh.
Dick gasped in obscene pleasure as the woman's warm wet tongue circled the thick rubbery crown of his pulsating mushroom-shaped cock-head, occasionally probing at the tiny slit in the center of the red bulbous tip. He groaned in lewd delight at the warm contact and at the same time, speared his own tongue deep inside of her widely gaping pussy. The feel of his long hard cock buried inside her ovaled lips caused him to shiver with heated lust as her soft velvety lips drew along the ridge at the base of his pulsating penis. He felt them tighten like a stretched rubber band and completely trap his cock in her warm wet mouth while she teased the sensitive underside with her outstretched tongue.
The young housewife knew she was mumbling like an idiot but she couldn't stop it. It seemed as if her mind had departed her physical body and couldn't be held responsible for her actions. She had never experienced such intense sexual excitement before in her entire life, and she instinctively knew that it had to be the combination of: the stranger-man licking her pussy and the sucking she was doing on his virilely hardened penis. The entire thing left her weak with lewd desire as she ministered to his thick shaft of bulging pulsing cock. For some reason, she wanted to give this salesman the kind of satisfaction that her husband never demanded of her. Perhaps it was that he was a stranger, this Dick Blaster, and that no matter what happened, the young woman could reliably figure she'd never see this man again. Whatever the reason, she lovingly encircled his pulsating blood-engorged cock with her tongue, tickling and teasing at the tender, sensitized flesh while rhythmically sucking all in an effort to draw up the boiling sperm from his lust-churning testicles.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," Dick cried softly into the wet muff which he'd been licking and sucking with such furious delight, "that's the way, Mrs. Garner! Keep sucking it! Oh, yeah, suck it for me!" He eased his mouth away from the bittersweet juices of the housewife's clean wet cunt and momentarily gasped for breath as the intensity of her lasciviously working lips weakened his hold on her undulating ass-cheeks. Slowly but surely he was giving way and submitting to the great and glorious feel her licking tongue and sucking lips were giving to his hot throbbing cock.
He began to give way to the lewd delight which was caused by the young wife's voracious sucking mouth, by the succulent moistness of her warm wet vagina grinding against his face. He felt such an intense desire that the softly heated circle of her mouth made his stiff, pulsing prick expand to an ever greater hardness. He was writhing like a worm while he fucked his tongue all the way up into the wetly gaping pussy flesh covering his face with moistness ... and a musky-sweet scent.
The woman was beginning to work like a hungry puppy, like a love-starved animal, happily licking at the only source of succor she'd ever known! It was too much to believe!
She was nearly swallowing his entire cock down into her throat! It was as if she couldn't get enough of it! And she was gulping on it, too, as if she wanted to take him into her face and swallow all of him-not just his cock, but his balls and then his belly and his torso ... and ... all of him! .
As for Mrs. Garner, she continued to writhe and lurch beneath the rapturous licking tongue of the salesman until she was no longer conscious of her movements as the raw nerves down there between her legs changed into a fiery shower of heated ecstasy. She was moaning continuously now as his rigid throbbing shaft plunged in and out between her ovaled lips.
"Uhhhhh," groaned Dick Blaster as she trapped his bloated cock inside her saliva-heated mouth. He was a helpless slave to her pleasurable suckings as he felt her lips tighten around the swollen coronal ridge and begin a twisting motion from side to side while holding the painfully engorged stem with her small massaging fingers. She twisted one way with her fingers while rotating her lips the other and used her teeth to rub across the sensitive cock-head. He felt tiny rivulets of impatient sperm speeding from the spasming slit of his cock-tip and he wanted to cum, but not this time. Not before she climaxed in his mouth! He was going to show her that he was just as much a man as any she'd ever had, and besides, this would make up for the coolness which Margo had been showing him in bed since the beginning of their marriage. He was going to make this woman, this stranger-housewife, moan and groan with lascivious delight to replace the lack of pleasure he was getting from his own woman ... and then he was going to fill her mouth with his load of cum!
Young Mrs. Garner felt his naked body vibrating with the strength of his lust, and she instinctively sensed that her mouth was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. She concentrated on the vibrant sensations flooding her vaginal flesh as he plunged his rigid tongue in and out of her ecstatically quivering pussy, but she could not get over the sense of power she felt by licking and sucking his cock until it expanded in her face like a long, hot hard balloon, about to burst, on the verge of expanding once and for all!
The salesman groaned with animal-like passion as he felt the housewife trying to swallow his entire, lust-heated prick, all the way down to her stomach. He felt her soft palm begin anew to caress his lust-bloated testicles and her outstretched middle finger was teasing the anal opening between his buttocks. His climax wasn't far off, and he had to do something to increase her lust, force her to cum first!
Without further hesitation, he boldly slid his middle finger into the heated wet crevice between the jiggling cheeks of the housewife's outstretched ass. He probed up and down the back street alley, working his finger along the hot narrow groove while continuing to work his tongue in and out of her red, swelled and puckered labia. It was as juicy a pie as he could ever remember socking his tongue into, and the thrill of her luscious, divine lips spread out like a cracked pomegranate gave him an extra hot charge, the kind of racy inspiration he needed just then in order to keep pumping his hot wet prick into her face!
His finger went delicately sliding up and down the narrow alley formed at the juncture of her wet jiggling buttocks. He didn't press against the anal hole itself, though he was tempted to go jabbing his finger right on up into the tight elastic fissure, pressing into her rectum, but he restrained himself, thinking that perhaps it would be better to concentrate on licking her furious little clit and on sucking off her hot, tender labia. So he continued to work his digit up and down the narrow wet crack of her ass, every now and then tenderly teasing and testing the sphincter while simultaneously eating her cunt into a raw wet heat!
Mrs. Garner replied to this new, accentuating stiffness between her buttocks and to the wet rubbing tongue grinding at her clit and between her cuntal lips with an anxious moan and happy, little squeal, her hips going sliding back and forth, so as to heartily press her wet hair-lined vagina up tight against the salesman's hungry mouth.
"Oh, suck it," she moaned aloud, "suck it good, Dick ... suck my little clit ... Mmmmm, God, I can't take it.. ! Oh ... oh ... oh ... ! " She rolled her curvaceous naked hips up against his face, the creamy flat white of her lower pelvis smooth against his chin while her trim stomach undulated rhythmically on his chest. "Oh ... fuck ... fuck ... ! " she panted aloud, her little painful whispers of lusty passion echoing around his hotly swelled cockhead. "I can't believe it, Dick ... Oh, I just can't believe it! OH! OH!"
The more she yelled her little impassioned wails like this, the more that Dick enjoyed rubbing his face into her hot black pubic mound, pressing his nose and his tongue into the soft pubic wool that grew dense around her cuntal lips. Her unexpected lust incited him to shove his tongue all the way up into the hot buttery channel of her pussy, pressing into her and using his tongue like a prick. He stretched the clinging softness wider and wider, at the same time sucking it, working the warm wet flesh of her quivering inner pussy up inside his saliva filled mouth. He soon felt her beginning to relax and accept more and more of his hotly laving tongue, and almost immediately he heard the lewd moans of ecstasy escaping her cock-filled throat as he started thrusting with faster and faster tongue-strokes. Also, he was using his long middle finger to go sliding up and down the narrow groove between the cheeks of her ass. He was careful not to go plowing into the anal trap itself, but instead worked the surface tissue between the woman's buttocks, slowly but surely heating her up in that area, too.
Soon they'd established a wet, sucking rhythm, his rigid tongue setting the cadence inside her tightly clasping vaginal sheath, his virile cock ramming in and out at a matched pace in her moistly sucking mouth. Wanting her to cum, the salesman began nibbling at her hot, sensitive clitoris as he gurgled in anxious desire to climax himself, too!
Now she was moaning like a woman possessed, as she felt his pleasure-giving mouth nibbling at her throbbing cuntal flesh, while her rear slot was adjusting to the tantalizing tickling he was working with his finger in the top of the groove. She began to feel an obscene desire to be fucked by this stranger, to be fucked mercilessly by him for the rest of her life! A never ending rhapsody of sexual delight taken with a man she only knew for five minutes before-it was too much to believe, but she loved thinking it! Spasm after spasm of uncontrollable lust brought her closer to the point of no return as he wiggled his pointed tongue deep inside her throbbing vagina, while his teeth nibbled at her sensitive clitoris. Hungrily, she sucked at his rigid flesh and his hotly pulsating penis fucked back and forth through her rounded lips. She began twisting out of control, moaning in wanton delight under the double ravishment of her innermost pockets of flesh, one phallic penis pressing in her mouth, one phallic tongue gyrating in her cuntal sheath, and she knew that she was going to explode under the salesman's ministrations-it was only a matter of time! She felt her wetly flowering pussy gaping, swallowing the entire length of his stiffened tongue as he pistoned it in and out of her quivering bloated cuntal lips.
The wetly slushing sounds of her saliva-filled mouth sucking at his strong, hard cock was in itself enough to make him want to release control of his churning, semen boiling testicles. But Dick forced himself to keep control as he rammed his wildly lurching penis deep inside of her ovaled lips, lunging harder and deeper, pressing the soft, spongy cap into the socket of her throat, her warm breath and wet lips caressing him entirely.
Suddenly, Mrs. Garner felt the salesman's strokes increasing, hot and deep inside her pulsating pussy, and she knew she was just about there ... about to reach the apex of her physical passions. As the salesman sucked at her tingling cuntal slit, she was about to cum. His tongue kept rippling like a wet red penis in and out of her hotly throbbing hole.
"Ooooh ... uuuummmm ... God!" she cried out in a combination of lust-inspired agony-ecstasy. She felt his hands gripping her naked wet ass-cheeks and holding her violently shivering vaginal slit against his thrusting tongue, in a hold that forced her entire pussy flesh inside his obscenely widened lips.
Her gurgling moans were a continuous chant as her face twisted in wild passion, and she felt her climax coming closer. She was a blazing volcano as her frantically pulsing vagina trembled against his stiffly heated tongue. Oh, God, she could hardly believe it . . .To think that only a few minutes before I was alone in the bedroom dreaming of this ... and now to have the real thing, his tongue making it all possible ... he's got my hot little clit in his lips ... oh, suck it man ... suck it and make me so hot that I'll never get over it ... never ... suck it ... yes ... oh ... Her bleating took on the love-starved tones of her own real voice: "Oh, God, suck, yes! YES! YES!"
And then she was all the way there: "EEEEIIIIEEEE! AAARRRRGGGHHH ... I ... cum ... cum ... cum ... cum..." She gurgled and writhed in salacious abandonment, lewdly spiraling her pussy up shamelessly to get more and more of the long pointed tongue with which to finish herself off. The final licking, she felt, was just as important as the one that got her there. She needed that last little extra tongue-fucking to-assure her that her cuntal flesh was loved exactly right. . .
Just as her body began to slow, she felt Dick increase his thrusts and plunge his meaty cock deep inside her clasping lips. Her throat tightened around his sensitive cock-head, and her tongue pressured against his throbbing shaft as her mind became a veritable blur of ecstatic satisfaction.
"Oh, fuck ... shit!" stammered the salesman, consumed for a precious moment by the closeness of release. He jerked his head backward, removing his tongue from her climaxing pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! Damn it! Suck it! Suck it harder ... suck my fucking cock harder, honey ... I'm gonna give you ... Ohhhh, here we go...! "
Suddenly, Mrs. Garner's eyes widened and bulged as she began sucking with a violent force, her lips frozen in a tight oval as she stared at his pistoning penis in panic. She tried to push away, to keep him from filling her mouth with his sticky semen. But, he only gripped her head with his muscular thighs, holding her face still while he buried his already erupting cock deep inside her throat. His boiling white cum continued to spew from his sperm-bloated testicles, and it rushed down the full length of his cock-shaft to burst forth from the tiny slit at the end of his rigid penis.
She frantically began gasping in short pants as she felt his spewing jism filling her quickly swallowing throat and forcing her to bloat her cheeks before she could relax enough in order to start swallowing the warmly flowing life-giving liquid. Voraciously then, she sucked, and she started fighting to keep from choking on his fountaining prick. Seconds later, she realized that she was hungrily drinking his hot cum, taking every drop into her mouth and loving it, wanting more!
The salesman's eyes closed in rapturous delight as the wildly stimulating sensations of her forceful tonguing jerked him almost double, and he tried to draw back from her ecstatic licking. He knew he had filled her mouth with great hot pools of swirling cum, for he felt it dripping obscenely from her chin, wetting his naked thighs.
But she kept writhing against his straining, muscular body as she swallowed up the seeming endless fountain of creamy white sperm, her cheeks bulging out and hollowing in, as gushes of warm wet sperm filled her throat and sloshed down into her belly. Greedily now, she licked at his spasming length as if she couldn't get enough of his fresh, hot juices, and she was still mouthing his cock when it began wilting and became soft inside her mouth. Even after it pulled from her tightly rounded lips, she continued licking his softening flesh, cleaning every droplet from his tender hurting testicles, eliciting another groan of satisfied lust from his clenched lips: "Oh, Mrs. Garner," he whispered as his breathing slowed, "that was good ... that was really good..."
"Me, too," she panted breathily, continuing to lap at his flaccid cock, kissing it with her lips and playing with the withering head of his satiated penis. Seconds later, though, an obscenely lewd groan came from her and she lowered her mouth once again and began swirling her tongue around his softened cock-head with a lustful motion that caused his lifeless cock to eagerly stir.
"Oh, say, wait," he begged her softly, "I don't think..." He watched her ignoring his pleas that she slow down. He had to think about Margo. It might be the one night of the week when she'd be begging for it, and there he'd be, twice spent and unable to do anything but moan. He had to be careful about that. It was hard enough getting that blonde bomber to perform, let alone without canceling her out needlessly. "Listen," he pleaded with the young housewife who pulled back from his cock, "I think we can do this again sometime. Really, I mean it. I wouldn't just say that. We've had a swell morning here, and M.L.A. is gonna be pleased. You know what I mean?"
"I want two of those Vegi-things," she said. "Put them on my credit card." She gave him the numbers and he watched her talking, her breasts nakedly shivering with hot and cold chills. "And tell them I want the salesman coming by my house every day with whatever else they have to sell! I'll buy everything!
I'll buy the whole company!"
He smiled and looked around the house. It was plain, really, very ordinary. "I wish I could sell it to you, kid."
He dressed and stood at the front door trying to think of an appropriate way to say goodbye. "Listen, Mrs. Garner, I want to thank you for buying the peeler. I think it's an okay gismo, really, anyhow. Not just because I'm trying to make a living, and not just because you sucked me off either."
"And I think you're an okay guy, Dick Blaster," said Mrs. Garner, "and not just because you ate me!" She leaned forward and planted her moist lips on his, her tongue darting into his mouth. She'd earlier excused herself to go to the John, and now he knew why. She tasted from toothpaste, not cum. When she pulled away she said softly, all naked and fresh in front of him, "You come back, you hear? Don't let that prudish wife of yours keep you home, Dick Blaster! You come back!" He smiled and rushed away from the porch. It was hard enough leaving without thinking about how nice it would be to be starting all over!
"We're gonna do it again, you hear?" he heard her yelling after him as he started his car. "Don't you forget, Dick Blaster-we're gonna do it again!" He looked back in the rearview mirror and she was just standing on the porch wrapping herself in a robe of some sort. . .all of that lovely nakedness at home alone in the middle of suburbia, the husband away, her home alone and hot as hell, burning for it and ... and his old Pontiac swerved right around a corner leaving Mrs. Garner well out of sight.
CHAPTER THREE
Margo Blaster stepped lightly off the elevator on the twenty-second floor of the Century Plaza building. It was to this building, on this floor, 'that the secretive, gravelly voice of the stranger had directed her. She was told to be sure to be on time, two sharp, and in exchange for a little conversation, she was assured, the caller would give her some very vital information about her new, recent husband, Dick Blaster.
She stood in front of the door marked 2211 and debated whether to turn around and go back. Things weren't that bad with Dick, she could make it if she wanted to. Why bother with this stranger's version of the truth? Who was he, anyhow, to call her up and threaten her this way? What hold did he have over her life, over Dick's? She started to turn away, but then something caught in her mind. Dick was making strange demands of her in bed, asking from her things that she didn't understand. He wanted her to use her mouth, to be aggressive, to act in a way that no good woman would act in front of her husband or any man. She wondered if the man behind door number 2211 knew something that might explain why Dick had suddenly become so ornery about sexual things. She decided to find out.
She knocked lightly, and then, with no response, she pushed the door buzzer. There was the sound of shuffling papers and then the sure sound of feet approaching the door. It opened. Before her, clad in a smoking jacket and silk slippers, a soft smile on his thick wet lips, stood an aging man with silver-gray hair; he was balding slightly and the soft strands of hair were pulled back like arrows across the top of his shining scalp. His cheeks were red and moist, clown-colored, as if some kind of make-up accounted for them, as if they were always just a little too warm, and his eyes were watery orbs which floated in two soft sockets. They started at her, then stared, gazing up and down her body, as if they could see through her overcoat.
"You must be Mrs. Blaster, Margo?" he said with a smile.
"Y-Y-Yes," she admitted with a stammer. "I'm Margo Blaster."
"Come in, Mrs. Blaster, won't you please?" He smiled so calmly, so effectively. She wondered what was on his mind. Something about the way he showed her through the door, about the deep pitch of his low gravelly voice-it added up to trouble. She couldn't figure it though. There was something about him that was nice, and then again there was something about him that seemed only dangerous.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Blaster," he said, his eyes staring directly into hers. "Can I get you something to drink? I'm glad that you made it here so promptly." He motioned that she should sit in the sofa which was just behind her. She sat down. "Want that drink?" he repeated.
"No, thank you," she said. "I'm in a bit of a hurry, Mr. ah, I don't believe I got your name."
"Stag. Elmer Stag. You don't mind if I drink, do you, my dear?"
"Oh, no, go ahead. I don't mind." She smiled and watched him at the bar. He stood there pouring some sort of sweet mixed drink. He used seven-up of some kind, or ginger ale. She could tell by the green bottle. But she couldn't tell what kind of liquor he added.
He came over and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Did you know my husband in the Army, Mr. Stag?"
"No," said the older man. "Not in the Army." He sipped at his drink. He looked close to fifty, especially the way he eyed her from time to time. She could see the age marks under his eyes. He wasn't aging gracefully. It was coming on him very fast. Some men, she knew, seemed ageless. This man was getting old fast. She wondered if he was dissolute.
"Let me have your coat, Mrs. Blaster," said the man called Stag. "You must be warm." She sat forward and worked her coat off. He set his glass down at an end table and took the coat from her and walked to the closet near the entrance with it. Margo had the feeling that everything was happening in slow motion. She stood up and wandered to the window at the far side of the room. She took a moment to size up the place. The carpeting, the furniture, everything looked new and overstuffed, as though it was comfortable and never used. She turned and stared down the twenty-two stories. The people and the cars looked miniature, tiny. So that's what money could buy: a new perspective: everything was smaller. Ha! Wouldn't it be something? She felt Stag's eyes burning into her. She thought she could tell for sure that his glare was roving up and down the curve of her well-rounded buttocks. She didn't dare to turn around, that would be like giving in.
"Why did you ask me here?" she said softly to the glass in front of her, to the empty drop outside, to the dull, glazed city beneath. "What do you know about my husband?"
"Oh, I was wondering about that myself," said Stag.
He was being deliberately coy.
"You see," he continued, "I know just a little bit, and it's not enough to really indicate that I know him at all. So what do I know really? When you get right down to it. . . ? "
"Please, Mr. Stag," she said softly, turning around now as if she'd been given permission, "if you want me to stick around here and listen to you philsophize, I don't know what I'm going to do!" She was angry and it showed in her pretty reddened cheeks, angry and frustrated.
"Calm down, Mrs. Blaster. You don't want to spend yourself on nothing. Sit down, won't you?"
She followed his lead and sat on the sofa again. He sat down next to her. "I have some information about your new husband's background. It's my job at M.L.A. to run down the applicants and their files. We do a preliminary search on all of our employees, and then we do a detailed one after they go to work. It seems that your husband's records are very interesting indeed."
There was a part of his past that Dick Blaster never talked about, and if this man knew something about that period in her husband's life, Margo would want to hear about it. "Why don't you just come out with it?" she suggested. "What is it you know?"
"Your husband was in jail, Mrs. Blaster. Prison."
"So? I knew that," she lied with a hearty red blush climbing her chest and taking over her face, coloring her neck and cheeks and flaring nostrils crimson. "I don't see what you've bothered me for with such well-known information."
"And is it well-known that he was in prison for rape, Mrs. Blaster?"
She sane back against the back of the sofa and softened some. Perhaps this explained Dick's aggressiveness in the sexual arena. The expression on her face told Stag that he was getting to her.
"Maybe you'd like to tell me what you know, Mrs. Blaster."
"I think I'll take that drink you were talking about," she suggested.
"Yes. Yes, of course," he said. He was up and over to the bar in a flash, pouring a hard liquor into a tumbler. "I think it's a good idea, something to calm you, Mrs. Blaster. Yes, nice and calm for our negotiations." His gravelly voice hung on the word as he passed the young voluptuous blonde the drink, a lascivious expression creeping into his lips and spilling out at the corners of his mouth. "You see, I happen to believe that some of what I hold in the way of power at M.L.A. could be of great importance-to you, to your husband, to the future of your marriage."
"I don't get it," said Margo, letting the glass down away from her mouth, the hot burning liquor easing her inhibitions now. She was letting loose. "You think that because you know this, I owe you something?" She stood up, letting the rage seep out of her. "I never heard of anything so contorted and mistaken--! "
"Sit down, Mrs. Blaster. It's not so simple a matter as you'd like to believe." He stiff-armed her back against the sofa, and she had no choice but to plop down in front of him. Irate, she looked up at him. "This better be good!"
"Oh, it's good, "he cajoled. "You just won't believe how good it is! You see, if I let the word out that Dick Blaster, your husband, is an ex-con, for rape, how do you think that's going to sit with the suburban managers, the ones who send him out door-to-door with M.L.A.'s Vegi-Peel products. You think they're going to want a known sex-offender tapping at the front doors of their best customers, young wives?"
She pictured poor Dick stunned with defeat as this lecherous old administrator leaked the information about her husband's base past. It would take very little to send the whole game out the window, the marriage, the love, the job, all of it. She felt nausea, like the room was suddenly stifling and the air in it old and stale. She looked toward the window and then at the half-empty glass of liquor on the table. She picked up the glass and brought it to her lips, swallowing hard, sucking up the booze. She emptied the glass and put it down on the table again. She wondered if Dick would do for her what she was thinking of doing for him.
"Alright," she said, "you've got us over a barrel. Please don't tell anyone what you know." She started to stand. "I don't know what makes you tick, Mr. Stag, but I wish you wouldn't let this information get beyond us."
He smiled leeringly, his plan seeming to begin to come to fruition. It was like a stew in his mind, one that needed a little simmering on the back burner. It was there cooking nicely now, just about ready to taste. "You see, Mrs. Blaster, there is just one thing I want in order to keep my lips sealed."
"What?" she asked, fearful of the answer. She was standing only a foot from him. She could smell the sweet liquor on his breath, and she could see the detailing of the crows marks of age around his eyes and at the corners of his lips. "What is it you want?"
He smiled broader and leaned forward, pressing his wet lips against hers, his tongue sliding into the narrow slit between her lips. He held her from behind, his hands clutching the curvaceous swell of her smooth hips. He held her tight while kissing her heartily in the mouth.
"Oh, God," said the prudish housewife, "stop! No!" She pulled away and with the quick back of her hand wiped her lips. "You're awful!" she blurted. "Vile!" She looked frantically around behind her, for her coat, and then remembered it was in the closet. She started forward and this time he grabbed her tighter. "It's not so easy, Mrs. Blaster. You're going to do what I say or you're going to be married to a man with no job and a very bad reputation." She struggled in his clutching hands, trying to squirm free, trying to break loose of his lewd intent. He pressed his mouth against hers again, this time not letting her up for air for a long, long time. His tongue dove deep, like a shark going for the bottom and some prey there, and he landed in the socket of her throat, her small, stiffened wet tongue sliding under his.
"Uuuuuhhhh," she complained, opening her mouth wide so as to be able to breathe. He filled her with that much more of his oral organ. "Uuhhhhhh, no!" she cried out, begging him to cease. Somehow she'd managed to get slightly free of his hands. But she was off balance, and he shoved her hard and fast, down onto the sofa. He was quick to follow her down there, getting one hand around her waist, his leg up between her legs-and he was on top of her!
She writhed and scraped in his clutching hands, her voluptuous breasts shaking against his chest like jelly-pods, and he went kissing and sucking the tender young flesh of her neck. She could feel him leaving a slight red welt behind as he tore his wet sucking lips away from one part of her neck and went looking for another part to kiss.
"Please ... please Mr. Stag ... I don't want to do this ... I don't want to..."
He found his way around her jaw and took her lips for his own again, this time controlling her kiss with his hand, adjusting her jaw so as to make her mouth fit his tongue perfectly. It was a long, lust-inspiring, sweltering kiss, one that even Margo Blaster couldn't deny as affecting. She felt herself slowly but surely swooning in the older man's arms. She wondered if the job at M.L.A. was so important, and she answered her own question while the older man kept kissing her, frenching her throat, Yes, it's important, neither of you have any income ... another time may be you could say no, but not now ... you better give ... give as quick as you can and then get out ... and consider yourself lucky ... Dick needs the job and you need Dick ... just close your eyes and let go ... close your eyes and...
But she couldn't give way all together. She flipped her hips up at the old man's pelvis, and in this effort to try and wiggle free bumped her pelvis against something bony and hard, and she knew it could only be his stiffening penis.
"Oh, Mr. Stag," she complained in a hoarse, somewhat defiant whisper, "you mustn't do this ... You mustn't let yourself get excited and carried away like this ... it's not right ... I don't-"
He put his hand over her mouth and gagged her that way for a moment or two while his nervous little fingers went sliding up to the top button of her sheer-green blouse, working the button undone quickly, and then another and then another, and finally, his fingers went sliding under the material of the see-through blouse, and cupped at the black brassiere underneath, cupping her well-rounded full creamy breast, the sweaty fingers rolling the pliant breast flesh through the sheer material of the silky brassiere.
"Oh, you heathen," she moaned when he removed his hand for a moment, "I'll get you ... You can't do this! No!"
Stag kept his hand, his fingers, wrapped around the full, voluptuous breast, and he squeezed it so that the pliant flesh softened to his touch and heated. He reached around, still inside the blouse, and found the little clasp and tugged it at just the right angle so that Margo's lovely creamy breasts came spilling undone from the flimsy support of the brassiere. Under the blouse the old man worked his fingers on the now naked and involuntarily excited breast flesh, concentrating especially hard on the strawberry-colored tip of the right nipple, squeezing that tender rubbery flesh button between his thumb and forefinger, working it back and forth like a little lever and then finding his way with his mouth to the hot, aroused nipple cap and spreading his lips around it, ducking down and sucking it back and forth between his tongue and upper lip, rolling it and stimulating it with a little sliding action that send long, hard chills climbing into Margo's nape...!
"Eeeeeeiiiiikkkkkk," she cringed with the feel of his tongue as it went wetly sliding across her aroused nipple, snaking around her cap and breast until she could no longer stand it! "Ah, God, please, Mr. Stag ... please! No more!"
Stag was only just beginning though. Now that he had her blouse undone and her breasts handy, he wanted to get to her naked thighs and her sweetly pumping pelvis and hot wet vagina. He knew it was all there guarded only by the blue skirt and silky panties underneath. He knew he could get to her now, that he had the leverage he needed, what with the information about her husband and the little breast work he'd done, he could get her to go all the way ... It was only a matter of time...
"Now's the fun part," he hissed through his thick, wet lips. "Now's the part that you're going to enjoy, my dear! So stop your complaining. I'm gonna give you something nice. And you're going to be doing your hubby a favor, too. So don't even pretend that you're not enjoying this. It's a chance for you to give me something!" He cackled a little and pulled her skirt undone. It took some imagine work to get the garment off of her wriggling hips and her kicking legs without getting kicked in the face, but he managed. He realized that her stockings were going to rip, but that didn't bother him. He just took hold of them and pulled them down, tearing long slices and holes with his fingers in the sheer hose, revealing patches and slender crevices of naked flesh underneath. Her loins suddenly came into view, long flat slicks of amber-blushing naked flesh, jiggling quickly while her thighs tried to scissor together in a last-ditch effort to guard against the assault she knew was coming.
"No ... God no!" she cried out in feeble protest. "What do you think you're doing? You can't be serious, Mr. Stag? Please ... listen to me ... this isn't the way to do this ... really ... I think you ought to listen to me..." She was close to being hysterical, and her legs were kicking every now and then, but Elmer Stag was making the kind of progress he was looking for. He had her naked except for her panties and her frayed blouse. Her voluptuous white breasts shook and quivered as he leered down at her nakedness. Long trails of goose bumps appeared on her comely thighs, along the tops of her legs. Her loins were creamy and mellow brown, while the tops of her thighs were more brown, tanned. She was a natural blonde with naturally brown skin, a kind of light mahogany. From under her panties showed the sandy blonde pubic hairs of her cunt.
"It's going to happen, Margo," he told her, his wet fingers reaching down and touching her silky blonde mane. "I'm serious about this, so you might just as well enjoy it as anything else." He smiled at her and undid the knot which until now had held his smoking jacket tightly closed. He kept smiling while he pulled the robe open, revealing that he was entirely naked underneath it. His long, hot prick came bouncing and flopping out of position. He was on his knees between her naked legs, his prick throbbing hot and stiff, looking like a coat-rack, a big hard wooden coat rack. It was stiff and bulging, and the cap alone looked so hot and red and large that Margo wanted to scream. She thought for sure that such a huge prick would break her cunt into a million pieces, that such a hot hard pole of cock flesh going tunneling into her belly would necessarily rip her to shreads.
"You mustn't," she said, clamping her thighs together in what she feared to be futile resistance, "it's too big, Elmer. I can tell already, it's just too big!"
He could see a little dark splotch, a telltale sign that some of her precious juice had already spilled from the inner confines of her sweet little pussy. "I can tell you something, Margo," he said confidentially, pressing his fingers between her legs, poking into the narrow space between her warm clenched thighs, "you and I are going to have some fun that you didn't count on! Mmmmm? You and I, Margo ... right now!"
He went into action again, this time taking both hands to the corners of her panties, where they covered her tanned girlish hips, and he grabbed inside the elastic, hooking his fingers and tugging downwards. She rolled her body left and right, writhing like a fish out of water, and he kept tugging, each time pulling more and more of the panties down her pelvis and across the tops of her full thighs until finally the panties were rolled up tight, like a stretched rag with two holes in it, one for each of her legs ... and now Margo's pubic mound was in view. But she had her legs clamped together, so there was no way for Elmer Stag to see the pink puckered lips that he knew were there. He would move to get the panties all the way off! "You just cooperate now, Mrs. Blaster, and everything's going to be alright." He started pulling and tugging on the material of the under drawers, and Margo tried to pull her legs apart wide, so as to prevent the removal of the silky panties. But there was no overpowering the executive. He might have been old but he was strong. She pulled the tight panties down to her ankles, and it wasn't but a second more before Margo's body was entirely naked!
"Oh, God, please, Mr. Stag, please," she suddenly began begging, realizing once and for all that he wasn't fooling around, that he was actually going to molest her right there and then. "Please! Let me pay you something ... I can get the money somehow ... Or, let me do something else ... But not this ... please ... please ... Oh, God ... NO!"
He was upon her, moist fingers squeezing at the soft pliant flesh of her comely breasts, his throbbing prick pressing down into the softness of her two clamped thighs. She could smell the sweet scent of liquor on his breath, and when she momentarily came out of her hysteria to actually look at him, she could see that his eyeballs were swimming in their watery sockets, practically popping out of his head while he caressed her breasts and her nipples with his lightly squeezing fingers.
"Uuuuuuuuhhh, no!" she protested when he began to try and unfold her resistant legs. He reached down with one hand and jammed his fingers between her thighs, rubbing down into the hidden space between her loins until his hard-working finger tips came in contact with the fur-lined lips of her puckering entrance.
"Oh, yeah," he lasciviously groaned, "that's more like it!" He withdrew his finger which was coated with a thin sheen of Margo's juices, and he took a whiff at the digit and then his eyes lit up. "Here," he said, pressing his hand down close to her face and insinuating the tip of his finger against her lips, "smell some of yourself, honey. See what a nice little odor you have ... Oh, yeah, isn't that nice..." He pressed his finger into her mouth and forced her to lick it, and then he withdrew it and went back to trying to get her legs comfortably opened.
Margo was thoroughly repulsed by the lecherous old man and his defiling ways. She had never been so humiliated in all of her life, and the kinds of lewd things the man was doing to her body already were making her nausea. But in the back of her mind, no matter how she struggled, she had a tendency to believe that this was the way it was with all men, and that secretly she could come to like it! Her heart raced involuntarily from the fingering he was beginning to do, despite the fact that she knew full well he was performing repulsive acts on her body.
God, what kind of woman am I? she asked herself, feeling his finger jamming down across the delicately opened lips of her vagina. How can I possibly be enjoying this in any way? What would Dick think if he knew I was doing this here and now with someone from his office...?
Elmer was going out of his mind with the tantalizing feel of the young woman's pussy lips against his finger. He could only imagine how intense a rubbing it would be once he placed the head of his hot stiff cock into that enmeshing cuntal flesh. She was responding, despite her verbal pleas and protests, like some of the other girls from the office files who he had fucked. It was as if she was silently begging him to go ahead with it. Taking advantage of her evident hunger, he lifted his hand to hold his cock for a moment, getting ready to lean down closer to her, actually thinking about inserting his penis into her vagina!
He hesitated for a moment and let go of his pulsating erection and returned his right hand to her naked thigh and teasingly slid his middle finger upward until he felt the radiant heat of her nakedly exposed pussy. He dipped his outstretched middle finger into the hair-lined throbbingly wet slit. Slowly he moved around in it, around and around in her smooth wet flesh before worming even deeper inside the heated vaginal sheath. God Damn, he silently observed, she was as tight as a teenage girl, better even ... she must have been leading some sort of sedate sex life with Dick Blaster. Tight as she was, her moistly clasping hole seemed to swallow up his middle finger as he slid it back and forth, in and out of her quivering feminine flesh. She demonstrated her resistance by clamping her full, comely thighs closed around his pumping wrist, but this did little more than encourage him to continue with the erotic stimulation. As for her flailing torso and arms, he'd calmed her by pressing his hand around her neck and insisting that she lay still or suffer some sort of pain in the throat. "I can see," he said, his eyes glazed with passion from the feel of her friendly little inner tunnel, "that this is going to please both of us!"
"Oooohhhh!" she cried softly as he spread her naked legs somewhat with his pumping wrist, working her long soft loins open a bit and wider apart. His working finger just about pulled her naked buttocks upwards off the sofa! She tried to resist but it was hard to deny the urgings inside her love-starved cunt. She didn't want to stop now! It was as if by virtue of his being a stranger, Elmer Stag had brought out the masochistic streak which before now Margo had denied in herself. Her husband complained time and again that she wasn't allowing herself to give, and yet here, in a punishing situation, a stranger's finger crammed up into her wetly throbbing cunt, she was giving like she'd never given before. It confused her, but she let herself go nonetheless! "Ahhhhhh, God, fuck!" she cried out softly, feeling the rolling digit as it parted and spread her swelled labia more and more with every finger-fuck into her belly.
"You like that, don't you?" the lecherous administrator insinuated from atop the pretty young woman. "You love it, really, don't you, honey. . . ? Eh? Mmmmmm?"
"Yes," she panted, "alright, I like it ... But you've got to stop! You just have to!" She hoped he would stop, let her off the hook, and then again she hoped that he would defile and abuse her naked flesh in every way imaginable. It was so strange, she'd never felt this way before. It was as if she was about to abandon herself to some new way of looking at things, and yet she hated herself for letting it happen with this complete stranger, with this old lech. "Please," she complained, "please stop now."
"Oh, sure," he said, nodding his head. "Why not?" It was obvious that he wasn't going to stop, just as it was obvious that she needed more punishing-stimulating finger-fucking in her sweet little pubic vee. He decided to try something more titillating on her, just to see how hot he could get her before slamming his rock-hard, long hot cock into her cunt. He took to using his thumb and forefinger for massaging her aroused clitoris, teasing it into a pulsating little nub. Using his outstretched finger then, he thrust it deep inside her hotly moistening cunt, and stroked it back and forth, rubbing it across her already hardened clitoris. The friction caused her body to writhe upward in lewd invitation, and he could hear her guttural moans as she pumped her entire vaginal plane against his hand. His finger sawed in and out, deep and hard, impaling her tight little pussy, eliciting moan after moan of pleasure from her lust-constricted throat.
"Oh, God, no," she cried out against her bodily wishes, still trying to do the honorable thing. "Dick wouldn't care ... he'd rather be fired ... you can keep your information ... please, Mr. Stag ... please ... I dunno ... I doan wanna anymore ... please..."
Stroking her rigidly quivering clitoris, he sobbed under his breath with delight, "I think it's just a little too late for that, my sweet Mrs. Blaster ... just a little too late indeed!" He then lowered his head until he was only a little distance from the naked crevice between the housewife's heaving breasts. With his mouth, he took the front of her breast, the hot little nipple, and pulled it with his lips. Immediately her melon-like mounds turned chilled and excited, extremely aroused, as if they'd been waiting for that little wet touch of his lips and his tongue. He stared for a moment at her youthfully up-thrust breasts, and then with a hungry growl he pressed downwards voraciously sucking at the erect nipple. She was moaning in helpless sexual hunger and he continued stroking her moistly clasping pussy while devouring the trembling mounds of her breast flesh.
By now Margo was moaning continuously and almost unconsciously. Her own body had turned into her worst enemy, taking over where her brain's remorse left off. She realized suddenly what she was doing in the Century Plaza building with Elmer Stag of M.L.A. She was actually allowing him to caress her naked vagina, kiss her naked breasts, and if she continued this madness, he would soon be making love to her.
And yet it was so good, the feel of his hands running around her hot young breasts, his moist fingers plying the flesh there, and his working between the pink puckering lips of her vagina, the way it sent shivers of chills up and down her inner thighs. It was hard to resist! Why not give way just a little more ... just until ... Oh, it was so good to have his fingers squeezing around her clitoris ... it was so-ooo nice. . . ! She could hardly keep from lifting her lust-crazed pelvis up to him, presenting her cunt to him in a way that she knew instinctively how to.
Slowly but surely she was getting lost in her passion. If she'd been sensible, she would never have come to the apartment at all, would never had let him convince her over the phone of the importance. She should have known that something vile and humiliating like this would happen.
And yet, her entire body was shivering and taking on heat, getting ready for even more intense sexual activities. And she found herself encouraging him by thrusting her naked loins upward so that he could more easily go burying his bony digit in the lust-heated confines of her hotly pulsating pussy. Her cunt felt so hot ... she was dying with the hungry desire to be satisfied. Her legs were getting more and more wide-spread, with or without her will-she couldn't tell any more! It was just too intense! A strong need was threatening to do her in all together, and the need was clearly her own developing heat, her own hot lust! She wanted to stop him, to stop the horribly deeply burning fire which was flaming in her wantonly trembling pussy.
The older man heard the low moans of pleasure erupting from the young blackmailed woman's throat as he caressed her already heated cuntal lips with the tips of his finger. Now she was going to find it impossible to refuse him, and her resistance would fade all together. There would be no more protesting, and at the end she would probably beg him for the handsome fucking he had in mind for her sweet, tight little cuntal passage.
His mouth was still nibbling at her warm, soft breasts, and he removed his foraging finger from the hair-lined lips of her vagina before lifting up and moving to a kneeling position between her nakedly splayed thighs. His wildly pulsating cock stuck out straight against his belly, and his own hot passion was building up to the point where there would be no going back. He was getting an ache in his balls already, and he groaned anxiously as he realized that his sperm-weighted testicles were hungry for release. Unable to put off the inevitable any longer, he reached down and took hold of the blood-engorged head of his cock and guided it forward to the spreading in Margo's buttery pussy. He slid his ripe prick cap back and forth between her hot little lips, working them with the head of his throbbing cock so as to stimulate both lips and the tip of his penis at the same time.
At first Margo was unaware of the imminent fucking her cunt was about to get, but even if she'd tried, she couldn't have stopped the aging administrator now. His prick was a half-inch into the moistly clinging lips themselves, and whichever way she moved gave that much more slippery rub to the action of his soon-to-be impaling cock!
She, too, was quite excited, and her basic resistances to things sexual was now nearly totally worn down. She could feel a coating of sweat popping up out of the hairs at the back of her neck, and her palms felt wet and hot, too. When she felt his mushroom-like cock-head pressing forward, nudging against her eagerly convulsing cuntal opening, she opened her eyes and stared down at the top of his head as she tried to think clearly. And then she gasped as her eyes focused, and the full impact of what he was doing hit her lust-depraved brain.
"W-W-What on earth? Oh, God! No! Oh, God, Mr. Stag! N-N-No! NO!" She wailed in futile protest as she felt the bulging hot tip of his pulsating penis scraping across her excited clitoris.
"It's going to be so-oo good, Mrs. Blaster," he promised in a low, guttural whisper reminiscent of his earlier lusty whisper on the telephone. "It's going to be nice. My cock. Your cunt. It's gonna be nice. Just feel that big hard prick, Mrs. Blaster. Doesn't that feel nice? Can't you just eat it all up with your pussy, Margo, eh? You want it now, don't you, eh? I can tell ... you want it!"
"Oh, God, no," she cried out, trying to escape his impaling hardness as it came skewering slowly but surely forward and up into the cuntal flesh of her lower belly. He simultaneously lowered his head back down to her sensitive nipple and his teeth bit lewdly around the sprung tip. Before the shock subsided, she felt his rod of thickened cock flesh sliding unimpeded, like a knife through butter, into her widely gaping wet vagina.
"Aaaaaiiiieee, you shouldn't!" she wailed, pushing against his naked chest as best she could.
"Fuck you, Mrs. Blaster," he hissed, "this is what you been wantin' from me since the minute you walked in here. What'd you think I called you about this afternoon? What'd you think I was gonna want from you anyhow?" His face glared intensely. He lifted up a little and he pulled one hand back and let loose with a quick, hard smacking slap at her face. "Now you cooperate some, Mrs. Blaster, or I'm gonna get really tough!"
The sudden crack on her cheek stunned Margo and she realized suddenly that the administrator meant business, that he was not going to accept No for an answer. He confirmed this impression with a series of rapidly puncturing stabs into her cunt, his hotly pulsing cock flesh sticking Margo's slippery wet pussy sheath harder and faster than she'd ever allowed any man to do it.
He could feel her inner vagina muscles clutching hungrily at his prick, and when she made an effort to force his long hard cock from her cunt, he felt the sweat pop out on his forehead as he sought to keep from ejaculating right then and there. He'd wanted her this way, nice and wet and tight, and he wasn't about to give up the thrill for a quick discharge. The longer he lasted, he knew, the better the cum!
"Oh, God, no more!" she begged him.
"Shut up now," he said. "I've heard enough of your complaining. We started out nice and easy, and I'm an easy going sort of fellow, Mrs. Blaster, but if you keep this protesting up, I'm gonna have to make you understand a little better..."
She knew that he was strong enough to hold her, and there seemed to be no escaping the impaling rod of flesh which worked now deeply in the liquid folds of her wide-stretched cunt. She had, like it or not, accepted his caresses, and in some ways, as he said, she'd come to the apartment expectant of something like this, and now she was left with the consequences and much of the responsibility. She was getting more than she bargained for, however, and it was measured in the amount of stiff cock pinning her down to the sofa.
She made a few more efforts to slow down his cunt-drilling thrusts, but even as she pleaded with him, her cock-impaled cunt began writhing hungrily upward against his thickly muscled loins. "I didn't want this," she complained as her will subsided slowly but surely, "I didn't want this ... Oh, no ... not this ... aaaaeeeeeee, no..."
Her resistance would have been much, much stronger, but there was no denying that it felt good to have his hot virile penis thrusting in and out of her hotly throbbing vagina. She just couldn't stop now, it was too much for her, and she decided to let him have her this one time!
Accepting the inevitability of the situation, Margo felt shudder after shudder of hungry lust spreading throughout her entire body as the administrator's hot cock speared upwards inside the slippery satin-sleek folds of her silky vagina. His rhythmic thrusting became fast and furious, and he took to slamming his naked loins gainfully against hers, every long-lusted after stroke bringing his cock that much higher up in her lusting belly. Uncontrollably now, her naked cunt jerked upwards along the length of his virile hardened prick, and her mouth opened and closed in quiet little mewling noises of intense pleasure.
"Oh ... oh ... oh..." she murmured helpless in his arms while his stroking, hard-thrusting hot-throbbing cock penetrated into the most remote folds of her sweltering inner cuntal flesh, every inch of the throbbing wet prick stimulated by the sliding slippery satin of her vagina.
"Oh, shit, yeah," grunted Stag, beginning a hard, rhythmic fucking that elicited moan after moan of lewd delight from the prudish woman's lust-hoarsened throat. He leered in lecherous victory, the corners of his lips wet with spittle, as he felt her nakedly pumping hips rising upwards to meet his flatly pounding lower belly and pelvis, her long lithe legs wrapping sensuously around his hardpumping buttocks.
"Go on," he hissed lustfully in her ear, "and grab me there. Go on now. It's okay. Go on."
Hypnotically, trance-like, she reached around and under her own thigh-backs to take hold of his flaccid buttocks, squeezing softly at the muscularly contracting folds of his ass as he continued to pound his hard-driving, long, hot cock into her wet cuntal lips. Her heels beat against his back as her tight little pussy grinded upwards against his pulsating penis. His pride and his joy knew no bounds as he suddenly realized that this beautiful young woman was now like a toy in his hands, a plaything which he'd conquered and made his own, getting her to give way, to submit in humiliating disclosure to all of his initial wishes. It was only a matter of time, he realized, and she would be giving him much, much more!
"Ooohhhh," she cried, her cunt groveling around his cock for more of the steady heat and throbbing sensual feel it gave her. "Oooooohhh, please ... hard ... I can't help myself ... make it hard ... fuck ... " She panted like an animal in terrible hunger, ravenous for ultimate satisfaction.
"I knew you'd be good," he whispered with hot breath in her ear. "I could tell from the minute I heard you on the phone. Oh, yes, Mrs. Blaster, we're going to have some nice times together."
She could hear him but he wasn't making sense. In a way, she did not know the administrator. She knew his hard throbbing prick taking her to task in her wetly pulsing cunt, and she knew the feel of his pumping buttocks in her light fisting fingers, and she thought she knew something about his testicles which slapped from time to time against the smalls of her ass cheeks as he penetrated deeply inside her, but she didn't know him, not really him...
Her suddenly greedy little pussy was slicing up and down on his wet glistening prick, clutching at his hardened shaft like a hungry baby's mouth on a nipple. Lurching against her warm soft body, he felt the sofa beneath his knees, and he thought he could hear the stickiness of her cheeks peeling away from the leather of the couch, but then he realized that the loudest sound in the room was the slap of his pelvis down on the naked white plane above her cunt from the pumping he was giving her inside.
Suddenly the increased movements of her slippery cunt and her pumping girlish hips heightened his own hungry lust as the sperm in his swollen testicles heated to the boiling point. God, he wanted to let her have it, to give her the whole shot at once. But he postponed that ecstasy for another while, hoping to get her affection as well as her body.
"Oh, do it, Mr. Stag!" she cried out in submissive wonder all of a sudden. "Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard!" She was gasping in lewd delight as she felt his virile young cock slamming in and out of her ecstatically throbbing pussy, scraping against her vibratious clitoris with each thrust from his pleasuring prick.
She could feel the ridges of the bony cock as it slid into her cunt and filled up the remote soft wet hollow at the back of her vagina, touching lightly with the spongy cap head on her slippery curved cervix. And when he withdrew in a long, stroking retreat, cocking back and preparing for the next mighty, powerful thrust, then she felt the thick, crowning mushroom head rubbing on her cuntal flesh, flicking her clitoris into a pre-orgasmic wonderment of ecstasy.
"I knew you had it in you, Mrs. Blaster," he blurted through his clenched teeth as he pushed his painfully throbbing cock in and out of her tight little opening. He could feel her pulsating cunt milk his cock-head until he thought he would scream, but he forced himself to concentrate on her firmly up-thrust breasts instead, and once again dropped his mouth to the hard little nipples. He sucked her soft breasts up inside his mouth and ground the tiny nub between his teeth, sucking on it, gripping it with his tightly puckered lips and using his tongue to massage it to throbbing hardness as he moved from one to the other.
Margo Blaster was moaning continuously, her uncontrollable passion taking on a rare, red-hot pitch, filling her feverish brain as she reveled in the forbidden pleasure being given her by this older man's strong hard penis. She could hear the lewd sounds of his swelled testicles clapping up against her up-turned ass cheeks, and his thickly rigid cock shaft was making clicking wet obscene little clacks and smacking noises, like someone chewing a big gob of wet bubble gum, as it rolled log-like in and out of her nakedly gaping pussy.
The obscenity of making love on the sofa, high up above the rest of the city, doing it in the afternoon, was so lewdly exciting for the prudish housewife that she felt her lust heighten and glow brighter as she squirmed and pumped her hips into the administrator's cock-thrusting crotch.
"Oh, yes," droned Mr. Stag, his prick throbbingly wet hot inside her pussy, "this is good. Real good and tight! Just the way it should be!"
"Your cock is so big," she said with a guttural mewl. "So large and so hot and big!"
"Oh, fuck" he grunted, his hands reaching down to the slick rounds of her moist, hot ass cheeks, taking the smooth white buttocks in his fingers and squeezing them like big chunks of cool, buttery flesh.
Margo moaned a tiny, lusty cry of ecstatic pleasure and pain combined, and then she went jerking upwards against his rock-hard penis, her legs gripping his naked body in a death-grip as she gurgled with obscene delight. "Aaaaggghh, fuck, yes..."
The older man suddenly raised his head from her ripe swollen breast and arched his body backwards, his eyes staring upwards toward the white ceiling above. Margo suddenly felt the first unmistakable tremors of her climax trickling through her widespread loins.
"Oh, yeah, your pussy! It's doing it to me, oh, yeah ... do it honey ... just do it!" He slammed his throbbing cock down deep inside her tight little cunt and held it, filling her belly with his pouring, hotly spewing cum. "I'm cumming ... cumming ... Mmmmm, yes...! "
"Oh, don't stop," cried the young woman, "please, keep fucking ... don't stop..." She gasped heatedly, squeezing the cheeks of his ass that much more fiercely, wriggling her naked loins upwards against his hotly ejaculating penis. "Oh, fuck ... yes ... fuck..."
She used both hands to press his naked buttocks down against her jerking vagina, grinding her wetly excited pussy against his already wilting penis. She was almost ... there! Faster and faster she thrust her heated wet slit up against his convulsing cock, holding his body in a vise, her painfully throbbing clitoris connecting with his pelvic bone, his softening shaft still clutched deep inside her hotly pulsating vaginal sheath.
"I ... oh ... keep doing it ... keep it up ... mmmmm ... yeah ... keep it ... oh ... oh ... oh..." She was beside herself with lust as the thrusting prick ripened on the vine, as it were, beginning to form a new, throbbing second erection, one which pounded even deeper than the first, taking her away on a magic carpet ride, suddenly and intensely heating her well beyond the boiling point and making her body into a flesh pillow of gyrating, vibrational shivers.
"Uuuuhhhhh ... I'm cum-cum-cuming," she cried out in a hoarse, lust-whisper, her low-pitched hiss now a desperate plea for the final triggering of her long-denied hungers and desires suddenly totally and completely satisfied. "Uuuuuhhh ... fuuuuuu-"
She screamed the last of it, and her inner juices came gushing forward in a cadence which matched the involuntarily contracting rhythmic swells of her satiny inner flesh lining which was squeezing and milking every last drop of semen out of the administrator's demonstrably thicker cock shaft and reheated testicles.
"Oh, cum again!" she wailed. "Cum again! Please! Again! Again!" Every one of her beggings matched a new spurt of his quickly sen-sate cock. And what took forty minutes before, now took only ten or eleven quick, hard strokes from his throbbing cock.
When he tried to climb off of her, she held him fast, capturing his emptied prick with her tightly gripping cuntal opening. "Not yet," she pleaded, and the lecherous old man smiled his lascivious grin, wet at the corners of his lips, and then he cackled. "There'll be plenty more, my dear. Just you wait. Plenty!"
And he slid his satisfied, spent prick out of her deeply fucked cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was about two weeks later when Dick Blaster took to thinking seriously about the problems he was having in his married life. His job was working out well, better than he'd ever imagined possible. For one thing, for no reason he could think of, he'd been given a new, better territory for selling his Vegi-Peel line of M.L.A. Kitchen Tools. The more lucrative territory was a fine gift, it seemed, from whatever powers that be-perhaps an inadvertent gift, but helpful nonetheless. And this extra money should have made his married life that much the better. He had more cash to spend, almost immediately, and he had a little more time on his hands as well. But somehow these usually helpful luxuries didn't matter all that much to Dick and Margo Blaster. What mattered was that his wife wasn't performing that well in bed. It was a long time coming, but finally, after three and a half months of this kind of married life, Dick was forced to confront Margo.
"Darling, honey, listen to me," he had said one night when she'd been especially despondent, "do you think I'm married to you just because of your mind, darling? Baby? Eh?"
She shook her head and bit down into her chocolate sandwich cookie. She stared, seemingly unawares, at the TV in front of her. The electric blue made her otherwise warm, glowing cheeks look cold and cheerless.
"Are you listening to me?" he demanded to know. "Or what?"
She failed to reply. He paced in front of her. "Baby, you been like this for too damn long. I just can't take it any more!"
"If you knew what kind of past I had, well then you wouldn't treat me this way!" She looked up at him and gathered her housecoat tightly around her shoulders. Then she looked back at the TV as though she were alone in the room.
"I'm gonna have to beat you, baby, if you don't start replying."
"Like you beat the others?" she snapped suddenly.
"What others?" she grunted, surprised that she was talking at all.
"I know about your past," she said. "The others who you raped!"
"I didn't rape any others," he said softly. "You found out about my prison record! Who told you?"
"Never mind that," she said. "Let's just say a mutual friend and leave it at that."
Even in an argument with her he found her legs irresistible, and just now he happened to be staring at her long, smooth thighs, inspecting the contour of her slick loins and the shape of her girlish hips, the only part of her body which was hidden under the lower hem of her silky housecoat. He felt like going over and sitting down next to her, sliding his hand up under the hem of the little green robe and pressing his palm up between her ample upper thighs, letting his fingers go jamming into the wet sheath of her cuntal flesh, at least two fingers' worth, and then rolling the digits from side to side so as to wake her up to the fact of his real and masculine presence.
What he did, however, in reality, was to say simply, "Who have you been talking to, Margo?"
She knew he was looking at her, so she clamped her legs closed and pushed herself sideways on the sofa, enough so that he was put out of her purview, leaving only the TV screen in front of her. "I don't want to talk about it. I feel like I married a stranger," she said, "someone I don't even know the first thing about. I feel like a prisoner in my own marriage!" She flopped over onto her belly, a sudden gesture which sent the housecoat sliding up the backs of her legs and left fully exposed the well-turned splendid rounds of her smooth white buttocks. It was enough to drive Dick Blaster into a paroxysm of pain-pleasure. The sight of his wife's unavailable ass cheeks was enough to inspire in him the deepest kinds of masculine lust, and with this passionate response came a nearly spontaneously total throbbing in his aching prick. Already he was stiff as a board.
"God, Margo! I wish you wouldn't tempt me like this! You lay around the house half-naked all day, then when I want some of what any man would want from you, you look at me like I was some sort of miniature man, like I was a kid or something."
"What you did and didn't tell me about was childish," she said. "You are a kid."
"Margo!" he hollered. "You're my wife, God damn it! Where do you get off acting this way towards me!? ! "
"If you don't like it," she said, shaking her blonde mane out behind her in truly bitch-like nonchalance, "you know what you can do about it, Dick Blaster." She continued to watch the TV with seemingly rapt interest.
And Dick Blaster continued to watch her rounded ass flesh-its little jiggles and creaminess a source of inspiration for him-with defined, resolute intensity. "You know," he said, "I don't believe we're married, really. I used to fuck girls like you and never talk to them again. I used to fuck whores, bitches and you name it. And you? My own wife? I don't get nothin'! I really don't believe it!"
In total frustration, Margo's ass cheeks fresh in his mind, their smooth well-rounded globular definition etched in his imaginative consciousness in all, full detail-down to the shape of the long, narrow vee between the two full white buttocks-Dick Blaster stomped from the house, swearing as he went that he would never return. He grabbed his Vegi-Peel Tool Kit on the way out, crying back in absolute and total frustration, "I'm leaving, you ornery, frigid bitch! You hear me! I'm leaving!"
"Good!" she cried out after him, coming up off the sofa for the first time in hours, hollering behind him as he made his way out of the ratty little apartment. "That suits me just fine!" Her breasts shook violently, the housecoat coming undone, her nipples falling out like a pair of small, red, strangely shaped dice, and she moaned under her breath, "You can leave all you want ... Thanks to Stag I know what kind of a man you really are..."
And there were tears in her eyes, rolling down her rosy cheeks, when she sobbed aloud, alone in the apartment, "I'm married to a rapist ... God ... oh, God..."
* * *
And so it was that Blaster paced the darkened suburban streets with his Vegi-Tool Demo Unit in hand wondering silently to himself how he'd come to be married to such a frozen, passionless woman, wondering how he would ever put up with her for the duration of a marriage. He was thankful for only two things, and those were the change in his route and the affair he was still having with Mrs. Garner.
Now there was a real woman! She loved sex, she was always passionate, she liked to do it morning, noon and night, she was uninhibited about oral sex, all the way down to licking him clean, and ... Why was he just standing there thinking about her? He had to see her, and right away, too!
At last he'd made his decision! Of course! Why not! Why put up with such stuff and nonsense! Why not just file an annulment and get out of the putrid, stifling marriage all together? Why put up with not being able to get a little decent sex?! Why not just end the miserable deadness of his marriage right now!
He raced to Mrs. Garner's house, and though it was well after ten p.m. she answered the door almost immediately. "Oh, Dick," she growled, sex written all over her face from the minute she saw him standing there on the porch, "I thought you'd never get here! Come in, come in!"
Dick entered the Garner house like a man coming in out of a blizzard. He set down his Demo Unit and took Mrs. Garner in his arms. She was wearing a little nightie that was made of cotton and ended just about where her girlish hips made the curve into thigh. He held her with one hand squeezing her comely upper leg, the other pressing in the small of her back, and kissed her long and hard. She clutched at his body and told him that she'd missed him no end.
Inside, on the living room sofa, he told her what had happened between Margo and himself. "I was arrested," he finished off, "and I did go to jail. It was when I was a kid, but I wasn't the one who did the molesting. The file doesn't show it like that. Somehow, someone has blackmailed her-and I'm glad of it! They've told her what they thought was the truth, and they convinced her that I was rotten and evil. Well, fine for them. I don't need her anymore. I don't even want her..."
"Oh, Dick," sighed Mrs. Garner, her little nipples already sticking out like cherry buds hungry for licking, "I thought you'd never come to me like this ... never..." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face toward her, taking his lips up next to her own, supplying him with the slippery feel of her long wet tongue as it went darting French-style into his mouth. He gave her back something similar, nearly plugging her throat with his plunging tongue.
One hand swooped down and landed between her smooth, comely thighs, rubbing tenderly across the tops of those, shapely splayed legs until his fingers dived for the humid space. Her curly pubic hairs felt silky and soft against the tips of his fingers as he searched the dense erotic foliage for the puckering lips he knew to be hiding within. His fingers touched something soft, wet and silky, and it was hot and slippery there, and he knew that he was right next to the pubic vee and that at the top of that little hot wet slash he would find her tensed, eroticized clitoris. Sure enough, stroking one finger upwards in the tender little cunt slit, he found with his index finger the wet, rose-colored nub. He took it between his thumb and forefinger like a little flesh button and squeezed it several times rapidly in a row until Mrs. Garner relinquished and submitted, crying softly as she tore her lips from his, "Oh, Dick ... oh, darling Dick ... oh ... oh ... oh ... don't stop ... honey, don't stop..."
He watched her struggle to remove her nightie. No sooner did her voluptuously hanging breasts come pouring out from under her cotton jersey when she began frantically attacking him to undo the buttons which held his own shirt closed. "Come on," she moaned, "come on ... come on..."
Her fingers were quick and agile, and most of all they were in direct opposition to the timidness of his wife's frightened fingers.
Why, Margo wouldn't have dared to let her sexual aggressiveness show in this manner, actually taking the lead and begging for sex, but here was Mrs. Garner, twenty-three, married, and as forward as could be, giving ... taking ... lusting for his body ... for his long hardening cock...
She had her fingers around his belt. His shirt was open, and with one hand she lightly massaged his hirsute chest and with the other she quickly undid the buckle of his belt and slipped open the snap on his trousers. She pulled the zipper down and open in one quick tug and her fingers slid into place around the rubbery bulge in his cotton drawers.
"Oh, yes!" she panted heatedly as her small fist curled around the thickness of his heated cock. "I can feel it, Dick ... Oh, yes, and it feels so good ... so full and so thick!"
Naked, she fell to her knees, between his feet. He sat on the sofa and she knelt between his spread legs. "Lift up," she demanded lustfully, her grin turning all but purely lascivious, "I want to undress you!"
He raised his hips and she pulled his trousers down off of his muscular thighs. She'd gotten his shirt off this way when she was up on the sofa, undressing him like he was some sort of child, and now she was getting his pants and shoes and socks off the same way.
She wanted him naked the way she was. Watching her work like this, watching her attack him this way, he quickly forgot about his troubles with Margo.
It wasn't but a moment more before he sat completely naked except for his underwear on the sofa. "Now for the fun part," she teasingly suggested.
She leaned up to where his hot prick bulged fully tumescent inside his underwear. Her long black mane was silky and soft on the tops of his thighs as she took hold of the elastic of his underwear and pulled it away from his belly so as to be able to peek down inside to regard the fullness of his thickly throbbing cock.
"Oh, look," she exclaimed with the enthusiasm of a small child having discovered something totally unique and all for herself. "It's so big and so hard," she groaned with special delight, realizing once and for all that she was going to have to pull it out of his pants for him, and that she was going to have it for herself to play with as she liked. "I just can't wait any longer," she moaned, reaching into his underpants and taking hold of the thick, blue-veined prick as it throbbed heatedly in her lightly fisting fingers. She tugged sensuously and her inner feminine desires manifested themselves even in the way that she handled his long, hot cock while it was still in his underwear.
"I have to get you naked," she said, "completely ... utterly and totally ... naked!"
She let loose of the salesman's cock and used her fingers to salaciously take hold of the elastic band of his underwear, hooking her fingers into it and slowly but surely rolling the pants down off of his hips and across his thighs, down below his knees, her eyes bulging with delight as she watched his long hard cock suddenly leap into full-fledged hot pink freedom, the spongy cap leading the way like a flesh rocket. The hard prick flopped this way and that wile she worked the underwear down off of Blaster's feet, leaving him finally without so much as a single stitch of clothing.
"Here," he said, speaking for the first time since she'd begun undressing him, "I won't be needing this either." He worked his gold wedding band off of his finger. "Put it somewhere where I won't be able to find it. I don't think I'll be needing it any more."
She took the ring, looked briefly at it, and then removed her own as well. She set the two rings aside next to one foot of the sofa.
"Now we're really naked!" she cried out softly. "Oh, Dick, I love you so much, darling. I can't believe it!"
She was still kneeling between his legs. He smiled, inspecting her long, young torso, enjoying his downward view of her supple body, especially appreciating his bird's eye view of her voluptuous white breasts as they jiggled and bounced and finally pressed and crushed against his knees lightly while she adjusted her position on the floor below him. "I want to get very, very comfortable for what I'm going to do next, Dick. I want it to be good for you ... really, really good!"
Her long slender fingers reached out along the tops of his youthful, muscled thighs and crept up into position in the vicinity of his hardened red prick and lust-churning balls.
One hand dipped downwards into the space between his legs while the other-shot outwards and curved with all five fingers around the thickness of the base of his throbbing cock. She tugged lightly on the pliant, sensitive skin which made up the sheath of his prick shaft, and then she snuggled up close, again pressing her resilient breasts on his knees and against the insides of his thighs while getting her mouth into position over the blood-engorged crown. "Oh, just look at it!" she exclaimed, her lips only a hot breath away from surrounding the expanded, mushroom cap of his cock. "It's sooo large! Mmmmm, yes!"
She dove for it, her thick moist lips caressing the tip first and quickly sliding down the side of the shaft to where her small fist held the rooty base, and then she licked up the topside of the hard prick, outlining the pulsing blue vein with the tip of her tongue and arriving delicately, leaving feathery splayed wet lashes around the underside of the thickened crown. She pulled away teasingly and watched the effects of her work: his prick jerked spasmodically and then stopped.
"You bitch," he snarled, loving every bit of her handy oral prowess, "you know your stuff, eh?"
"Oh, honey," she cooed, "when I see a cock like that and get a chance, I don't fool around."
"Well then," he growled, "Let's see how really good you are!"
His hands lashed out like a boxer's quick fists at the beginning of a fight, and he gripped around the nape of her neck and pulled her tightly into his crotch, pushing the head of his hardened cock up at her lips and popping quickly into place inside the heated, forbidden sanctuary of her hot wet mouth.
"Uuuhhh, fuck!" she gagged for a moment as the full, spongy tip pressed like a bathtub plug into the back socket of her young inner throat, "uuuuhhhh, fuck!"
He whipped his hips upwards, stuffing her inner neck repeatedly with quick sharp stabs from his hard-thrusting hot-throbbing cock. He was intent on showing her just a little more about the fine art of sucking, on breaking her pride just a little so as to make sure that she didn't think she knew more than he did.
He held her firmly around the back of the neck, his fingers laced the way a person might hold his own knee, only he had her head in this manner, and he had her pulled tight into his crotch. Her mouth was stretched widely around the head and shaft of his cock, and his prick cap bulged in the satiny hollow of her sleek, moist cheek. He could feel his spongy, throbbing cock-head sliding along the soft inner layer of soaking flesh which made up the bellowing portion of her mouth.
"Now," he groaned, "oh, yeah, now you're working at it real nice, Mrs. Garner. Now you're showing me what you know, eh?"
She liked being forced into a little more defilement than she'd bargained for, and a fresh crop of chills grew up out of her body and climbed her spine, exploding marvelously in her eroticized brain. "Mmmmm," she hummed, craning her neck and forcing him to allow her to change positions slightly.
Oh, yeah, good! Now she's really getting into it ... Look at those lips! Look at the way she moves her head ... Yeah, this is more like it ... Mmmmmm. . .
From his position sitting on the edge of the couch with his thighs spread wide to accommodate Mrs. Garner's hungrily sucking mouth, he could see the way his cock penetrated into her face in graphic detail. The bulbous, pulsing blue-vein which ran from the base of his prick along the topside of the throbbing shaft looked like the tracing of a river on a road-map, and it disappeared, along with the rest of his hot cock, inside her squeezing, wet lips. Her hand was cupped under his tightened, galvanized scrotum, squeezing with her long, light fingers at his lust-hardened balls within. Her other hand held tightly to his prick and massaged and milked it for the pleasure it gave her. She was lapping at him like a baby-calf at a cow's teat.
"Oh, honey," he groaned, flopping back on the sofa and giving way to the terrific sensual lustings she was sucking out of his body, "I can't stand it ... Oh, yeah ... suck me ... suck me right on fucking off, honey ... just ... suck ... hard ... NOW!"
And with that, with no further warning for either of them, his aching blue-balls exploded like Chinese crackers, firing off a whip-lashing spasm which bolted up his long hot cock like lightning and thunder, and inside her throat the young, illicit housewife felt a searing hot splash of semen splattering against the back of her oral tube.
Hungrily, desperately and voraciously she sucked down the wad after hot wad of cum which came flooding into her mouth like a flash-flood of jism, and there seemed to be no end to the hot white gushing flow. No matter how hard she sucked, no matter how quickly she attempted to swallow down all of the hot semen, there just seemed to be more and more of the sticky stuff, and before long her lust-bloated cheeks were bellowing out with the soupy cum, and there was no more getting it all down ... it just went running out the seam between her lips and his prick, the smoky white jism dripping in little rivulets from the corners of her red puffed lips while his cock continued its long winded wild throb in her mouth, spouting more and more of the live-giving sticky substance until she had to back away in fear that she would gag ... but his hands were around the back of her neck and she couldn't get free of their terrible tight clasp on her and she was forced to breathe the cum into her swallowing esophagus until he was done fucking her there...
Finally, he let her loose and she gasped and panted for breath like a woman come up from under water, barely able to call herself alive, nearly having suffocated. He was laying back panting himself while she was catching her breath from the exhausting blow-job and voracious sucking she'd been forced to do on his long hard once-spent cock.
"You're really something!" was the young wife's surprising response when she finally found it in her to speak again.
He watched her rising and falling breasts, the little pink nipples all hard and tensed with sexual excitement, and he knew he'd only scratched the surface with her, that he'd only just begun to touch her deeply hidden real feverish passions.
"What do you mean?" he asked her. "That I'm really something-what do you mean?"
"I mean, I thought I was liberated and all, but now, now the way I see how you like to get sucked off, well, I guess I've still got some things to learn." She was eyeballing his softening, deflating prick. A small drip of cum rested on the red tip of the spongy cap.
"There's something you can learn right now," he told her softly, reaching down and cupping her soft full white breasts with the palms of his hands, squeezing her heated breasts until they flowed through and between his fingers like a special kind of flesh dough. "You can learn how to please a man after you've sucked him off."
"How," she said, her eyes already knowingly inspecting the sperm-spent testicles of his scrotum and the folding accordion-like flesh of his deflating cock. "How can I please you now?"
"Clean me." He watched for the response on her face. He smiled lecherously and waited for a moment. "Use your tongue right now to finish getting the rest of my prick all satisfied and clean me."
She smiled as though she'd expected him to ask this of her, and she realized that however liberated she thought herself to be, she was certainly going to be learning something more from this strangely experienced salesman. "Alright," she said, taking his softening cock in her fingers and lightly pressing it until the drop of cum appeared full on the red tip of his spongy cap. She leaned down then and spread her moist thick lips around the bulbous tip and took it into her face and began sucking again, this time mildly and softly, slowly and deliberately and with a kind of undulatingly perfect rhythm. She was milking his prick and his lust-ached balls entirely and totally dry of the hot sticky substance they contained.
At first she merely used the soft prick cap between her lips, rolling it between her tongue and her hungrily squeezing gums and lips, and then she realized that the cock was again firming and thickening, like a long balloon, filling up in her very mouth, taking on shape again.
"Oh, God," she said, holding it out of her face in one lightly clenching fist, "it's getting hard again, Dick. It's getting fat!"
"Mmmmm, see why you have to clean it up nice?" He smiled at her with a lascivious, debauched grin. "I'm going to show you more than one or two things, sweet little lady. You're going to get the whole, entire lesson! Now go on and suck it some more, only use your tongue. Use your tongue like a paint brush!"
At first she didn't know what he meant, but then she got the hang of it, using her tongue like a brush which was coated with saliva. She would begin a the base of his stiffening cock and lick upwards along one long side of the shaft. It was hard for her to tell which was hotter and wetter, her long rubbery saliva-giving tongue or his hot throbbing glistening pink cock shaft. She loved the little rounded ridges of cartilage which made the fleshy stalk so firm and thick in her fist and between her lips when she sucked on it, and in a way she was awfully glad that the first sucking had turned out not to be the only sucking! Her lips clamped onto the thing like a blood-sucker, and she wanted to hold it there in her mouth forever, licking and rubbing it with her tongue, sucking on it like it was her very own strangely shaped teat, a long, hard life-giving cock for her voraciously hungry wet lips...
Dick could see that the young housewife was getting especially excited by having this second opportunity to suck off his cock. He asked her simply, "I guess your husband never showed you how much he liked to have you lick and suck him, eh?"
She was panting around his prick when she removed it from her mouth to say, "He's so shy ... I wish I'd known ... But I don't think there's any changing him really..." And in fact she wasn't the least bit interested in changing her husband, especially not right at that moment while she had such a big thick prick in her fingers, not while she could go sliding her tongue up and down the thickness of this one hard cock right in front of her...
She started to make another love-starved dive for the big throbbing cock when Dick told her softly, "I think there's something else you can do for me with your body and with your tongue if you want to try it."
"What?" she asked, abandonment evident in her lusty young voice as she looked up from the reddened beefy tip to his eyes. "What could I do for you?"
"You lay down on the carpet there and spread your legs out. I'll get on top of you and you'll see."
She reluctantly released his cock and climbed quickly onto the floor and spread her legs the way he said to. He got down on top of her and pressed his prick into the soft, rolling valley between her comely, voluptuous breasts. He stroked up along one mountainous mound of creaminess and then down the other. Then he took her hands and showed her how she could press her own breasts around his cock, squeezing them against the rolling shaft while he worked piston-like up and down in the velvet groove between her breasts, the blood-engorged head of his cock sometimes pressing into the softness of her chin.
"I can lick you," she panted at one point, stretching her tongue out and down so as to be able to meet his stiffness as it emerged from the soft hollow between her enveloping breasts, "Oh, yes, bring it up here ... " And he drew his cock all the way up to her face again, his balls brushing lightly along the tip of her right breast's excited little nipple while his cock-head luxuriated in the warm wet confines of her thick hot wet lips and sliding rubbery tongue.
"Ooooooohh ... uuuuuuuuhhhh ... now you've got it, Mrs. Garner ... Now you know what to do ... That's the way..."
He looked down and between her head and his belly in order to see the way she was using her tongue to lick his cock-head. She had her tongue pressed flat along the underside of his bulging red mushroom tip, and sometimes she lashed at the thickened rim while other times she went slopping up and down the pistoning shaft, but whatever her technique she was always sure to keep her tongue somehow or other wetly in contact with the head or skewering shaft of his throbbing cock.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, fuck," she cried out pantingly around his maneuvering prick, debauchery evident in her lusty young voice; "give it to me ... now! Give it to me!"
He climbed upwards in an effort to satisfy her suddenly feverish oral needs, and his prick went flopping temporarily out of control around the entrance to her mouth, bouncing around on her nose and then at her cheek and once on her chin before finally locating properly on her thick moist lips. She frantically grabbed for it like a hungry infant trying to get her hands on a hot thing to suck, and the head went zooming down into her well-filled gullet.
"Uuhhhhhhhh ... God," she mouthed around and around the hot, poking cock which now plugged her inner neck with the spongy cap, spearing deeply downwards into the depths of her oral tube. "Uuuuhhhhhh ... fuck ... r
"Yeah," he said, watching his balls smacking lightly on her chin as he drilled down into her neck, spearing her tonsils and her throat as heartily as possible. And then slowly he pulled his prick out of her mouth, withdrawing. She whined after it as the spongy tip left her tongue and moved away, out of reach of her lips and her suddenly empty fingers. "W-Wh-What happened?" she wanted to know, opening her lustfully closed eyes in fear of being abandoned. "W-Wh-What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna fuck you for a little while, baby, that's all. Just take it easy, eh? I just want to go dipping in there for some of the real McCoy." He eyed the triangular patch of curly black pubic hair which camouflaged and silhouetted the hotly puckered glistening lips marking the entrance to her cunt. "I'm gonna check out what's hot down there!"
He climbed around her voluptuous body, purposefully rubbing against her milk-white breasts with his thighs as he positioned himself above her cunt, head first. "I think maybe a little lick might be in order first?" he suggested tantalizingly to the young housewife. "Just a little tongue tease to get you started, eh, Mrs. Garner?"
"Oh, yes, Dick, please?" she begged, remembering the last time he'd done her the favor of pressing his tongue into her vagina. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and for sure her prudish husband would never do such a vile thing. Even she had once regarded oral sex of that sort as vile and disgusting, so now to have Dick say that he would do something so pleasing, right there on the spot, was enough in itself to send a series of hot flashing chills up and down her spine.
"Oh, do it, Dick," she cried excitedly at him as he positioned her thighs with his two, strongly masculine hands. "Eat me, Dick! I just love it like that ... You're the first who ever ... Oh ... oh ... oh..." It was nothing less than the feel of Dick Blaster's thumbs peeling her labia open which sent Mrs. Garner into such paroxysms of lustful joy. The feel of his tongue would come next, she knew, that heavenly stimulator working between the slippery leaves of her vaginal channel ... "Come on," she cried out, "do it ... do it ... I need it ... ! "
He pressed the slippery swollen pink lips out so as to keep her clit in ready sight, and then he pressed downwards, jamming his tongue up against the hot buttery nub itself. He wetted it with three quick licks, and then, eyeing it once more the way a bull inspects the matador's red cloth flag, he dove head first and took on the twitching hotly galvanized flesh itself. He located the clitoris between his moistly sucking lips and tugged at it; inside his mouth he waved his tongue back and forth across the little swollen tip of flesh until it stood on end like a freshly squeezed nipple. He mouthed it and teethed at it, just to add spice to his vagina licking.
"Oh, Christ!" exclaimed Mrs. Garner, unable to contain the wild lust which burned like brush fire in her feverish loins. Her curvy hips snapped upwards, desirously pressing for more of Dick Blaster's sweetly undulating tongue work against the inside walls and stimulated clitoris of her cunt. "I need it ... I need ... it!" she repeatedly intoned. "Oh, suck me, Dick ... suck me..."
Suddenly she discovered flopping around next to her writhing shoulders his hotly throbbing prick, and with one quick hand she tossed the head of the hearty cock into her mouth and squeezed down tight with her hungrily devouring lips, thus fulfilling another of her erotically inclined bodily holes. "Ooooohhh," she vibrated on the muscular blue-veined cock as it penetrated for the second time that night into the deep confines of her sweetly swallowing neck, "mmmmmm-mmmmmmmm."
The vibratious chills rising up in Dick's cock caused by the illicit housewife's hot sucking gave his scrotal sack a quick, adrenal shock, one which tightened up every muscle in Blaster's body. With this special, feverly inspiration, speared his rubbery wet tongue into the deep folds of the young woman's cunt, giving her swelled red labia between his lips an especially good sucking, a kind of hearty licking and mouthing proportional to the hot thrills he was feeling from plunging his cock into her throat!
Ye Gods! he creamed in his brain, she's getting so good I'm gonna have to put her on the street or somethin' ... this is too good to believe ... oh, suck me, honey ... suck me into bliss baby...! Oh, yeah ... and her cunt, too ... it's got a nice smell ... not like Margo's porridge ... none of that fish odor here. . . ! Oh, yeah ... this is sweet lickin' ... sweet lickin' ... and fine suckin'. . . !
And then an idea exploded in Blaster's brain, an idea so brilliant and so powerful that it struck him as the best thinking he'd done in ages: "Hey," he blurted into Mrs. Garner's hot wet pussy, "I figured out how we can all sort of help each other."
"Uuhhhh, fuck," grunted the young housewife, desperately wondering what was the matter that the licking had stopped between her thighs, "what? What are you stopping for?"
"Never mind," he snarled at her open wet labia, "just keep sucking me and I'll tell you when we're finished." He dove back into the sweet folds of her cunt, spearing the lips with his wet slicing tongue, and a moment later was enjoying the rhythmic, cradle-like rocking of her sensuous pelvis. He reached under her well-rounded buttocks and clasped the creaminess of each cheek with out-stretched fingers, kneading the ass-cheek flesh and spreading out the spilled mixture of juices (his saliva, her clit juice), working it into the slick, globular rounds of her moon-shaped buttocks. "Oh, honey," he whispered between licks in her pubic vee, "I think we're gonna have ourselves a real time of it ... Mmmmmm, yeah ... yeah!" Back into the satiny flesh of her cuntal lips he pressed his long, wet tongue, and he drew upwards until once again locating the bright, pink nub of her clitoris. He slid his tongue around and around it and then sucked the little sex-buzzer with his lips until Mrs. Garner could no longer stand the intensity.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! No ... Oh! God...! " she cried repeatedly, her pelvis flipping up and down in sudden obvious ecstasy, spasmodically expressing the inner fire which burned and suddenly exploded in her loins. "Uuuuuhhh ... fuck aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!" Realizing that the young housewife was experiencing a full-fledged hot gushing cum, the salesman took hold of her clit with his teeth and sucked up all of the pussy flesh he could get into his mouth. A moment later the tensed, orgasmic woman settled down into a spent fleshy heap, her body completely and suddenly relaxed. She panted for breath while Dick Blaster climbed away from her body and leaned up against the living room sofa. He still had a rather large, throbbing erection.
Mrs. Garner looked in the salesman's direction, her lovely white breasts still rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her wide-spread loins were glistening wet, and her cunt looked as though the labia had been peeled open and made to swell to maximum size. The fleshy lips were red and burning bright-hot. "My cunt," she moaned, "oh, my cunt..."
"Doesn't he ever eat you?" Dick asked softly.
"Not like that," she said, shaking her head and wiping her brow of the sheen of sweat which had appeared there. "Never like that!"
"Well, it's your lucky day," said Blaster. "Now listen to me, I've got an idea, one that might just help both of us."
"What?"
"Well, did you ever do it with a woman."
"Hunh?"
"You heard me," said the salesman. "Did you ever screw with another woman."
Mrs. Garner blushed and looked away.
"Don't be ashamed," said Blaster. "In fact, I'm glad you did."
She turned and looked back at him. "It was in college. I didn't like it so much but-"
"But you didn't mind it so much, either," he said softly.
She closed her eyes and shook her head up and down. "Yes, that's right. I felt so ashamed about it. I never told anyone before."
"You're gonna get a chance to do it without feeling ashamed," he said, a lascivious grin coming onto his face. "I'm gonna introduce you to a very lovely lady who needs to take advantage of your experience, Mrs. Garner. It's gonna be my going away present for her!"
"Say, I don't know if I really want to do it with another woman," she said. "Really, I don't think it's such a hot idea at all."
"Don' be silly," he said. "You're gonna love it. Besides, I'll be right there with you."
"But who's the woman?" asked Mrs. Garner, willing to think about it now since Dick was going to be with her.
"A friend of mine," he said, a big cheerful smile coming sadistically to play on his lips. "A kind of a friend."
"But who?"
"Margo. My wife," said the salesman. "You and me and my wife are gonna get it on."
"But you said she's so shy!" protested Mrs. Garner.
"She won't be when we get finished with her," said the salesman. "She won't be when we get finished..."
CHAPTER FIVE
The only light in the Blaster living room was that flickering from the TV screen. Stretched out on the living room sofa, her long, shapely legs appearing steely and sharp like a pair of scissors in the electric blue of the flickering screen, Margo pouted and complained to herself.
If he wanted me just for sex, he should have told me that three months ago before the wedding ... What kind of husband keeps secrets and doesn't tell his own bride about the kind of thing he's been involved in...? And running out on me now, in the middle of the night, after what I've done for him, sacrificing myself to that heel Stag...! It's awful ... It's vile and disgusting...!
She turned on the sofa, pulling her little green housecoat open slightly so as to be able to look down the long smooth tautness of her trim belly and naked pubic mound. I have a nice body, she told herself. And I don't have to put up with such abuse from him!
The ringing telephone startled Margo out of her thoughts. She answered, leaning down over the phone which was right beside her at the sofa, and listened to the steady gravelly voice of Elmer Stag. "It's time for you to perform another little chore for me, Mrs. Blaster. I think it's just about time, eh? You husband has a new territory now, doesn't he? Just like I said! And he's making some more money, eh? Your marriage should be going just about fine, right?"
"As a matter-of-fact," she blurted, "it's going awful! And I don't care who you tell about his arrest record and his convictions! You can fire him, for all I care, Stag! You know what I mean? I just don't give a damn!" She slammed the phone down on the hook, and, suddenly aware of what she'd done, burst into tears, crying and sobbing at what was going to happen to the man she loved, Dick Blaster, her husband.
The phone rang again, loud and clear. "Hullo?" Margo answered sorrowfully.
"I wanted to give you a second chance, Mrs. Blaster," said the persistent M.L.A. administrator. 'What do you say now? I don't think you really want to wreck your husband's life, do you?"
"N-N-No," stammered the young woman, unable to hold back her sobbing tears. "Y-Y-You can come over whenever you want. He's not here, and I don't think he's coming back ever ... I'll be here..." She hung up and sat on the edge of the sofa, the silky green housecoat open, her lovely, well-rounded breasts hanging softly down and bouncing slightly as she slowly but surely collected herself.
* * *
"You made the right decision, Mrs. Blaster," said Elmer Stag as he stepped past her into the living room for the small, poorly furnished and undecorated apartment. "Yes, ah, yes, you made the best decision possible," said the administrator as he inspected the cracked paint on the walls and the shabby carpeting. "Ah, why don't you put something else on and we'll go back to my place at the Century Plaza?"
"No," she said, shutting the door, "this is my house, and this is where I want to do it." She'd combed her long, silky hair, but that was all the preparation she'd made on behalf of the M.L.A. executive. Her housecoat was more or less closed, but it left most of her luscious, soft skin in naked view.
"Well, as you like," said Elmer Stag, "why don't we start right away, eh?" He looked at his watch. "I have a somewhat busy schedule."
Margo smiled. "Of course." She led him into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed watching him undress. He was quick and mechanical, removing first his jacket, then his tie and shirt, shoes and socks, his belt, his trousers. Then he stood there, naked except for his cotton underwear, a large protuberant bulge outlined in the crotch of his drawers.
"Well," she said, "you don't waste anytime, do you?"
"No, I don't," he said simply, slicking back some of his silver-gray hair. His eyes had that same watery look, like they were floating in the sockets, that she'd remembered of him from before. He gazed at her long smooth legs, as they were the most exposed part of her body. "Why don't you take off that little coat, Margo," he said softly, "and we'll get started..."
She looked blankly at him as he began to remove his underwear. "N-N-No," she said, "I've changed my mind!"
He cackled softly and just kept undressing.
"Don't you hear me?! " she exclaimed, quickly becoming hysterical.
"Oh, yes, I heard you Margo," he said, naked now, his large, pulsing cock stiffening and flopping between his aging thighs, "but I don't think you know exactly what you're saying." He stepped closer to her.
"N-NO!" she groaned. "I'm not going to do that!"
"What?" he asked, his hands unfolding in front of him, palms up. "What aren't you going to do?" He had a lascivious grin on his thick, moist lips, and the corners of this lecherous smile were wet, glistening, like his watery eyeballs.
"Any of it!" she moaned, the tops of her lovely rounded breasts swelling upwards into view. "I don't want to have sex with you. That's all there is to it!"
She started to move to go around him, but he grabbed her by the arms and said in a quick, angry hiss, "It's not that easy any more, Mrs. Blaster. Don't you see? I'm here, in your bedroom, and you're here, and your husband's away ... There's just nothing that can stop it now, don't you know? Nothing." He smiled broadly and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Margo's numb mouth. For a moment he held his face against hers like that, and then suddenly, sharply, he jerked away and smacked her quickly twice across the face with an open, slapping palm. The two cracks, the suddenness, the bolt of double-pain that rattled in her brain-it all shook Margo into hysterical sobbing and fearfulness. The M.L.A. executive pressed forward, this time kissing Margo's open, hysterical mouth with full force, and she was made to hold back her sobbing and her tears, to submit to the humiliating kissing that the older man wanted from her.
"Oh, yes," he said, pulling away a moment later, smacking his lips and watching her collect herself, wiping a tear or two from her pained eyes, "that's much better, Mrs. Blaster. Much, much better. Now take off that little coat of yours and sit on the side of the bed like a good girl."
She followed his directions like a slave-girl being sent to the quarry. Not once on her way over to the side of the small, lumpy mattress did she look at his blood-engorged member. Reluctantly dutiful, she sat and waited, unable to bring even a protestant whimper out of her lust-fearing throat.
Stag smiled and cheerfully joined her on the side of the bed. He noted that at this distance he could smell the pungent odor of her cunt, the vapors rising from it filled the small, over-heated room with its aroma. "Yes, my dear," he said softly in his gravelly voice as his hand reached out and took hold of the long, smooth slick of the top of her full thigh, "this is going to be very, very nice..."
She shuddered with the first touch of his squeezing bony fingers to her leg. There was something lewd about the way he touched her even, the way his moist palm and softly clutching fingers felt as he squeezed at her supple thigh. And now with his other hand he was reaching for her breast, actually taking the white creamy roundness of it in his palm and softly lifting it upwards until he decided to crush it against her.
"Oh, God, no!" she whimpered. "Please ... I don't want to, Mr. Stag. Can't we do something else? Couldn't I do something else for you?"
He looked down at her long tapering legs and searched what he could see of her sandy-blonde pubic hairs for the fissure of her vagina. "Spread your legs, Mrs. Blaster," he told her. "Climb up on the bed here and spread your legs." His voice was cold, metallic, commanding and gloomy.
She sat back on the bed as he directed and before she had a chance to follow his instructions entirely, he pressed his palms onto the insides of her thighs and pulled her open.
"Oh, God, no, please," she begged, her voice trembling with fear. "I don't want to ... I can't ... Mr. Stag ... Please..."
The aging executive, however, persisted in spreading the young woman's milk-white thighs, and when he had her cunt obscenely in view, he pressed his fingers toward it until just the tips of his bony digits were in contact with the puckering pink lips of her hair-lined fissure.
"Oh, no," she moaned, like a child who has suddenly realized something awful, "oh, no ... no..." Her head rocked left and right on the pillow, back and forth, shaking and crying out in the mixed agony of imminent defeat and submission to something longed for and resisted heartfully. His pressing fingers sprang up along the sweetly wetted lips of her inflamed pussy, seeking what he knew would be her moist, twitching clitoris. Her nakedly splayed legs writhed closed and clasped at his fingering efforts, so he reached into the flesh breach between her full hot thighs and tugged one of her legs back and away, prying her resistant body open so that he could once again get access to her fleecy curls and to the hot pink lips which those pubic hairs camouflaged. Her thrashing legs tired quickly and he was able to take his time finger-fucking her cunt and locating the best position for stimulating her aroused, stiffened clitoris.
"Uuuuuuhh," she cried out, trying to deny the animal frenzy which welled up in her fire-raging loins. "No more, please ... no more!" But her begging and her pleading was sounding so futile that even Margo herself didn't believe it. It was hopeless and she was giving way, submitting to the pleasure of the humiliating rubbing on her fleshy lips and in and out of her sizzling cleft. Soon the fingering felt like a prick, and the digital ravishment of her lewdly spread labia became more and more desirable. Her body was committing the kind of treason which would take her down the road to the final submission, to the point where she would end up begging him for what she'd once adored!
"Aaaaggghhhhh, no!" she cried out once more in realization of what she was submitting to. Hot salty tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks and scalded her face as she thrashed in vain to escape the probing which ravaged her cunt no matter how she tried to prevent it.
"Just take it easy, Margo," said the low gravelly voice of the seducer, his face filling with a crimson blush and sensual heat from the feel of Margo's slippery little channel beginning to contract and secrete involuntarily around his thrusting fingers. He had no less than two digits within the elastic ring of her stretching labia, and he was working on applying a third to the tight little socket of her hot, slippery cunt. The pussy flesh was wet and almost oily to the touch, and the feel of it was making the administrator's cock stiff and hot.
"You're gonna get yourself some real nice fucking in a minute, Margo, so just hold your horses, eh? Just hold on..." Her curvaceous hips rocked left and right as she writhed, squirmed under the attending pressure of his impaling fingers as they climbed snake-like in the cuntal flesh of her lust-provoked pussy. The oozing wetness of her inflamed cunt was further inspiration for his clutching fingers to hook on the inside of her pussy while his thumb took care of grinding out a pulse on her hearty little clit, which was by now flaming with desire. The little pussy button was lewdly twitching, irresistibly so to the older man's way of thinking, and he suddenly gave way to the temptation to climb down between Margo's comely thighs so as to be able to get himself a much-desired mouthful of her hot, buttery pussy flesh. He sucked up the little red clitoris with one quick gulp, and methodically began rolling it between his lips, teasingly tonguing it and occasionally nibbling. The young wife rocked up and down in terrible, fearful delight, unable to understand the source of her awful confusion, on the one hand wanting more and more of the incredible throbbing stimulating effects in her vagina, on the other feeling that she was the most debauched, depraved female in the world!
"Awk! Fuck!" she hissed and whimpered, desperately thrashing and gasping for breath. "Oh, God ... Why did I let you in...? Why did I let you come here...?This isn't right."
With her juices still wet on his lips, he climbed up from between her spread legs and landed his mouth around one of her swollen nipples, to take the little reddened tip in his lips and sucking it lightly while rolling the full, resilient flesh below with his hands, squeezing it with his fingers and plying it until it was fully aroused and coated with chills.
Margo suddenly gave way to the passions ravaging her once-resistant flesh, and her lower pelvis began to roll rhythmically upwards like a ship in a tumultuous sea, her thighs spreading for balance, her heels digging in and anchoring her by the feet to the lumpy mattress while the graying executive took to pumping his fingers into the hair-rimmed cleft of her cunt, working her vagina once again for the final preparations.
"Gimme your hand," he hissed in her ear, taking her fingers and pushing her down into his crotch, "and take hold of me down there until you're ready."
Margo let him place her fingers where he wanted, down between their two bodies, thinking that she would refuse him everything else, but once she felt the throbbing stiffness in her fingers, she couldn't keep from squeezing the hotly forbidden prick, wrapping her fingers around it and tugging on the blood-engorged member until Elmer moaned with lascivious pleasure.
"Oh, yeah ... shit, yes ... ahhhh, fuck," he grunted obscenely as his cunt-hungry cock accepted the jerking and squeezing which Margo uncontrollably performed with her long, slender fingers. He reached out and took her other hand and guided it down between their two sweating bodies and pressed her palm upwards into the vicinity of his scrotal sack. It wasn't but a moment before she was dutifully rolling his lust-wracked balls between her fingers, softly squeezing the aching orbs which were his sperm-laden fiery testicles!
Suddenly, unable to any longer control the terrifically swelling passions in his muscled crotch, he lunged forward, even in her hands, and the blood-engorged crown of his throbbing cock spearheaded an attack on the puckering pink lips of her sweltering vagina.
"Arrrrgghhh!" she grunted as he mercilessly pressured the sweetly enveloping shiny labia with the spongy helmet of his probing cock.
"Spread it open, baby," he ordered her in a low, lusty whisper. "Get it ready!"
Before she had a chance to respond to this repulsive command, Elmer reached his hand from the smoothness of her trim hip into the narrow humid space between their two bodies and dove with his fingers for the site of entry. He located her puckering wet labia and with his thumb and forefinger spread apart the two luscious wet vaginal petals and held them pried open while inserting the blood-engorged cap of his cock into the hot moist aperture itself.
"Uuuhhh, please ... Elmer . . ! " she wailed as he lunged forward assailing her moistly squeezing cuntal flesh with his long hard cock, "n-n-nooooo!"
His other hand shot down and off of her pelvis, wrapping around the smooth of her upper leg, taking hold of her sweetly moist thigh and then pushing under so as to cup and clutch at the full, white roundness of her left buttock, almost tearing at the sweetly gibbous cheek. His fingers next went sliding upwards in the crevice formed between her two plush buttocks, sliding along the long narrow slash which ran to the point just above her small, puckered anal ring. He stopped there and touched lightly at the entrance to her rectum with his forefinger while screwing his cock all the way down the length of her tight little slippery pussy channel. When he plunged the spongy cap of his prick into her smooth cervix, then he simultaneously pressured the tight elastic of her sphincter with his bony index finger and with a noisy wet pop gouged upwards into her unexpecting rectum!
"Eeeeiiii ... arrrrgghhhh ... faaaaakkkk!" she wailed in agonizing sexual pain as the rampaging finger tore upwards inside the smoothness of her cheeky little ass-hole.
"Oh, yeah," hissed the administrator, his finger plugging the woman's anal circle as best and as quickly as it could, "that's nice, eh? Oh, God, I sure like doing that! It's so tight!"
She wiggled left and right in an effort to get away from his anally penetrating digit, but the more she fought it the more she suffered its terrible puncturing probing. And to add insult to injury, he was beginning to work his hot, throbbing cock in deeper and deeper strokes within the tight fleshy confines of her involuntarily contracting pussy.
"Uuumph," she grunted softly, like a child being waken from sleep against her will, "no ... no, I don't want that ... Why are you doing that.. ! Please..."
The older man continued his sadistic ravishment, however, his two-pronged attack on the girl's pelvis beginning to take effect. Her cuntal sheath began to moistly clasp and squeeze at his probing cock, and every time he pulled back to the elastic portal of her puckered lips marking the outside of her pussy, he could feel her slippery clitoris twitching against the rubbery thickened rim of his cockhead. "Oooh, yeah," he grunted, his finger buried to the second knuckle in the flesh of her forbidden rectum. "Yeah ... oh, yea ... mmmm ... nize!"
Sure enough, her pelvis began to rock slowly up and down in marked cadence, voluntarily pumping on the thick, skewering cock as it worked with piston-like efficiency inside her slippery oozing wetness. From time to time his lust-bloated testicles slapped lightly on the wet up-turned cheeks of her ass flesh while inside her cunt his spongy cock-head slid here and there along the satiny walls of her deeply squeezing vagina!
Oh, God, she's better than I thought she could be ... I can feel the inside of her rectum there with my finger ... and that ass flesh is so soft, so smooth ... and it's nice and juicy wet. . .
Suddenly inspired, he extracted his finger from the inside of her anal passageway and used two hands to take hold of her ripe buttocks. He squeezed the cheeky buttocks and pressed them upwards so that she ended up impaled on his prick with her feet nearly straight up, her legs scissoring for balance open and closed on his upper chest. The feel of her clasping thighs trying to gain position around his torso gave him that much more of a thrill as he pumped his powerful ramrod prick into the most remote hollows of her tight little cunt.
"Uuuuhhhh ... faaaaaaa-" she cried out as the heat raging in her loins passed up along her belly and gave way to severe spasmodic contractions in her chest and stomach.
"Whhhhaaaa...."
She didn't know what hit her, but he continued to shove his cock into her cunt as hard and as fast as he possibly could, working it cruelly, savagely inside the raging heat and slippery wetness of her softly milking pussy. Oh, she fits me like a glove, he murmured to himself ... like a satiny glove, fur-lined and hot!
His prick ached and throbbed, and his hot, cum-carrying balls felt like they longed for the final explosion. He could picture himself firing up inside the slippery, satin-slick cuntal flesh with full force so as to fuck her into the final ecstasy. He wanted her begging for it, however, and he persisted in sliding his prick in and out of her pussy with animalish frenzy as he waited for the final, tell-tale irrational squeezing of his prick, the all-consuming lustful tug which would suck the cum right out of his rapturous throbbing cock!
He thought she was about to do it, about to gush and cum herself when something terrible echoed in his ears and he thought for sure he was a dead man. He opened his eyes and stared into the frightened eyes of the adulterous housewife underneath him. She too look terrified, and then came the awful thing which Elmer Stag most feared:
"Well, well, well," said Dick Blaster, a sadistic chuckle in his voice, "Look what we got here!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh my God!" hissed the M.L.A. administrator, starting up off of Margo's hot, voluptuous body. "I thought you said he was left for good."
"Almost good," said Dick Blaster, pulling Mrs. Garner into the bedroom alongside him. "I just got one or two things more I want to tend to." He had a lewd smile on his lips as he began undoing his metal belt buckle. "Don't bother getting up, you two. In fact, Elmer baby, you just keep fucking her for me, will ya? I don't want to miss anything, you know. I want my wife good and hot for my farewell to married life."
"What! I don't get it," grunted the stunned executive. "What are you talking about?" Now that Dick Blaster's anger was nothing to worry about, his prick began to grow again and under him young Margo could feel the heated cock getting large between her legs.
"Oh, Dick, darling," she blurted, "I'm sorry ... He made me do it ... He said if I didn't you'd lose your job and he'd-"
"Shut up, you two-timing bitch," Dick groused at Margo. "I'm sick of your prudishness, and I'm glad that someone finally got to layin' you the way you deserve. As far as our marriage goes, you can forget about it. I'm gonna do you one more big favor by fucking you ... and then I'm gettin' out of here once and for all. Me and Mrs. Garner are splittin'. You get the picture?"
"What are you saying?" she cried hysterically. "What's going on? Oh, my God, what on earth is happening?"
Suddenly the depravity of the scene grabbed at her heart and throat and nearly strangled her with remorse. She was on her back with her legs spread and a stranger's prick fucking her cunt, and her husband and some strange woman were undressing in her bedroom. It was too absurd, too much to believe, and yet it was really happening, and she suddenly found herself laughing and crying and sobbing all at once, and trying to worm free of the pressing hands which gripped her hips, away from the awful impaling thickness that filled and stabbed inside her cunt.
"So this is what you do behind my back!" Dick was saying as he saw the look of horror crossing his young wife's face. "Well, we're gonna have some fun with you now, Margo. All three of us!"
Elmer Stag was still a little beside himself, but he was following directions. He continued to fuck Margo while Mrs. Garner and Dick approached from opposite sides of the bed. Every now and then the M.L.A. executive apprehensively looked up and tried to figure out what to do next.
"You're doing fine," said Dick Blaster, taking his own prick in hand and massaging the length of it with his long, experienced fingers until the cock turned hard and full of red, hot blood. The blue-vein on the topside pulsed obscenely.
"You're doing real, real good, Mr. Stag. I kind of wondered how my wife got her info about me and my past, and now I know. So I thank you, see? 'Cause I just needed one little old excuse to get me out of this terrible frigid marriage of mine, and you and Margo gave it to me now. And now you're gonna help me one more time, too!" His prick was fully stiff when he said softly, "Turn her over."
"What?" gasped Margo, staring up at Dick as it reverberated in her consciousness that Mr. Stag's hard penis was impaling her trembling vagina. "My God, Dick! Please! Get him off!"
"No way, Margo. We only just started. You're gonna get the kind of fucking you really wanted, honey. All along in this marriage you been playin' me for a kind of dumb head hubby. Well, now you're gonna get the smart part of me. You're gonna get it from ol' Elmer here, too. And you're gonna give some to my new friend Mrs. Garner! It's gonna be a little gang-pleasure for all of us, 'cause you're such a lyin', cheatin' fucked-up little bitch..."
"Please! Dick!" she moaned pathetically, "Dick, darling! I did it for you, honey ... I did it because ... Oh, God! NO! NO! AIEEEEE-HHHHHH!"
It must have been just then that Elmer Stag's prick fully penetrated the young humiliated wife's hot pussy, because she let out such a wail that even Blaster was temporarily moved. But when it was over, he said simply to Stag, "Roll her over, Elmer. I'm gonna have myself some fun now."
"What do you mean, roll her over? What the hell?" Then it dawned on Elmer Stag, too. "Oh, you mean in her..." His voice trailed off and his watery eyes lit up with fire. "You're even a little more depraved than I am, young man! I've got to hand it to you!" And with that he clutched at Margo's smooth-skinned hips and pulled the young wife over on top of him so that he now fucked upwards into her cunt instead of down.
In this new position Margo suddenly believed that she could escape the hold of the older M.L.A. executive, and she began to writhe for freedom. But no sooner had she begun to do a push-up in order to escape the terrible stiffened prick which fucked up into her soft pussy flesh, when from behind two hands pressed on her buttocks and forced her back down onto the impaling, turgid stiffness.
"Oh, God, no!" she shuddered, but there was no stopping any of it. Dick Blaster had climbed onto the bed between the backs of his wife's slender thighs, and he was pushing her gibbous cheeks, holding the two hearty buttocks apart as Elmer Stag's glistening prick shined and pistoned upwards into the wet trembling flesh of her gapping pussy.
"Go on," Dick told her, his two large hands working the creamy cheeks of her ass, "squeeze that cunt, baby. Really rub it. Give him what he wants." He rolled her pelvis up and down by clutching her cheeks, forcing his wife to fuck the other man's cock with her pussy. He controlled her cunt.
"Now," he said, "I'm gonna get me some of what I want!"
"No ... no, Dick ... please don't humiliate me like that," she pleaded, tears falling down her face while at the same time she felt the unwanted lust building up inside her nakedly trembling body again. God help me, she groaned to herself, but I want it. I want them to fuck my pussy and my ass ... at the same time ... how can that be? The impact of these thoughts assailed her shamed body, and she fought desperately to keep control of her lewd desires.
"It'll kill me," she cried out at Dick as he slid lewdly across the rounded slicks of her exposed buttocks, his cock seemingly pre-lubricated with some kind of wetness. Then she realized that the other woman had gone down on Dick's cock, had sucked it just then into wetness and that that was why he was wet and sliding between her cheeks. "No, Dick," she spoke hysterically, barely able to say more than one word at a time, "you-just-can't-do-that ... You-just-can't-Dick..." She sounded like some sort of mechanical female, unable to make sense.
She moaned despairingly, but even as she pleaded for mercy she felt her gaping loins tingling with a forbidden hunger which threatened to unhinge her mind. The very idea of having her husband's boss shooting his cock into her hotly pulsing vagina while her husband himself sodomized her was the most obscene thing she'd ever heard of. Besides, she couldn't take his thick shaft inside her tiny anal opening! It would split her wide open, break her in two, destroy her!
Using both hands now, and his wet cock to go sliding some more, Dick and his wife's buttocks spread wide and split open so that a cool breeze of air rushed into the narrow canyon which housed the small elastic orifice. Just revealing the defensively puckering rectum to his lust-filled eyes was a turn-on for Dick. "You held back so many times, honey. You just shouldn't have put me off like that," he said, staring wantonly into the lewd crevice of her buttocks. He kneaded the fleshy mounds and rocked his hardened cock back and forth. His blood-engorged crown went skimming along the crests of her gibbous
"Ohhhhh ... noooooo," she groaned as he reached down and lifted her smooth thighs upwards until they were pressed against his hips, folding her legs double, her heels touching his naked back. He had her like a wheelbarrow. Down below she could feel Mr. Stag's warmly pulsing hardness impaling her quivering cunt from underneath, while up above Dick had begun to make his first assault on her virginal anal opening.
In spite of her low moans of protest, Margo felt him tearing at her sensitive flesh until she thought it would rip her apart. She made an effort to jerk her ass-cheeks away from him, but a combination of fright and hungry lust weakened her determination to get away.
"Don't do that, Dick ... you're hurting me," she moaned in helpless shame as her body continued to betray her mind's wishes.
"God damn it, Mr. Stag, I think you missed out when you started fiddling with my wife's cunt. You know what I mean? You ought to feel up her little ass, if you think you got something going under her there! Hehn, hehn, hehn!"
Stag looked up from under Margo and eyed Dick Blaster and his lewdly grinning smile. "I think maybe when you're done, Dick, if you don't mind. . . ? "
"Sure, Mr. Stag. By then I won't give a damn what you do with her!" And with that Dick slammed forward, jamming his hot throbbing cock at the soft rectal flesh of his wife's ass. His face was a mask of obscene lust as he jammed his prick ruthlessly forward, inch by inch tearing into the dry anal flesh. "It's puckering," he grunted, "it's puckering and getting ready to let me all the way in ... just a little more umph and I'll be ... all ... the way ... in..."
"Please ... please ... Mr. Stag," pleaded Margo, her ass burning with the fire of Dick's hot cockhead as it pushed further and harder into the rubbery grip of her sphincter, "please, make him stop ... I'll do anything for you ... I'll do anything ... Oh, God, please ... PLEASE STOP FUCKING MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!! ! "
But the man underneath only held her tighter as her husband's vengeful prick worked harder still to break into the inner ring of her trembling buttocks. "Get busy, Stag," he ordered the M.L.A. administrator as his throbbing cock jerked in anxious passion. The mere thought of double-fucking his once-prudish wife was too lascivious for words, and unless they really got going strong he was going to cum and waste this once-in-a-lifetime-moment on the outside. The incredible pressure on the head of his cock was nearly too much; it was a combination of the inner urges welling up in his lust-wracked balls, the aching for explosion, along with the long, hard work that was required to break once and for all into the cherry elastic of that tough little rubber ring. "I'm gonna get in there," he told her. "I'm gonna get in ... and I'm gonna break you clean-wideapart, Margo ... you're gonna get what you deserve, honey ... you're gonna GET ... WHAT ... YOU ... DESERVE!"
He slammed forward, hoping that his lubricated cockhead could break through and stroke down into her smooth heavenly rectum.
"It hurts ... Nooooo ... No don't do it anymore ... I'm sorry, darling ... No more ... Don't. . . " She moaned helplessly as she made an effort to jerk away from his strongly clutching ass-filled palms. She had to escape the two men before she was hurt any more by them. If he got it into her tiny little rectum, his penis would kill her ... and besides, that cock in her cunt was exciting her so much already ... she'd explode ... it would be too much ... it was too much humiliation to think about both of those huge, blue-veined cocks jammed throbbingly into her cunt and her ass. . . !
"Don't you understand," she begged them to listen between hearty strokes of the pulsating penis in her pussy, while trying to overcome the assailing prick at her anal opening, "that you'll ruin me? Dick, please ... think about what you're doing ... Think about-Oh, no. . . ! Nooooooo..."
Dick was going crazy with lust as he stared down at the bouncing little iris of her anus nestled in the gaping crevice between her ass-cheeks. His spongy tip of his stiffened saliva-coated prick was poised at the puckering hole in readiness for the final impalement, but he was frozen into gazing by the magnetism of the obscenity in front of him.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," grunted Mr. Stag from underneath, his lust-hardened cock unable to hold off much longer. Margo's tight little pussy was getting to him, and his upward fucking into it was bringing him closer and closer to a rare and perfect pitch of hot lewd excitement. "I've gotta let loose in a minute!"
"Hang on!" cried Blaster, "I'm gonna get in her ass first, if it's the last thing I do!"
"Do it if yer going to," cried the man underneath. "Do it!"
Suddenly it dawned on Margo that there was nothing she could do to stop the two men from finishing her off in this manner, and she looked over at the woman, Mrs. Garner, who stood nearby. She was rubbing obscenely at her cunt with two fingers. "Why you?" Margo asked painfully.
"Why not?" replied Mrs. Garner, her face a picture of lecherous wonderment as she enjoyed the spectacle of the naked wife getting more and more heated from the fucking by the two men.
"Oh, God," moaned Margo, utterly crushed with the realization of how debauched and humiliating the entire scene had become. "This is awful ... It's so vile ... so terribly, terribly vile..."
"Yeah," hissed Stag from underneath, "and you love every hot inch of it, don't you honey?"
"Yeah," said Blaster, "that's right. Tell us now how you love it, Margo, or it's gonna be real hard on you." He grabbed hold of her ass flesh and squeezed it deliberately hard. "Come on, baby-and tell us how you love it. Beg for it, or I'll pinch off some of this and you won't be able to tape it back on, either. You hear me?"
"Oh, God, no ... Dick, don't you understand what you're doing? Don't you--Aiiiiieeee!"
He bit into her flesh maliciously with his nailed fingers, clutching the soft buttery flesh of her ass so hard that it pained her into crying hot scalding tears. "No ... no ... please..."
"Beg me to fuck your ass, Margo, and I'll stop pinching you ... Go on, start begging, bitch. Beg!"
He squeezed with his fingers so hard that the pain could only be excruciating. Mrs. Garner stroked deep into her own cuntal flesh as she stood leering from the side of the bed, her legs spread, her fingers gathering up her pussy lips and tugging while she watched Dick squeezing Margo's ass-cheeks in torturous delight. "The poor girl," said Mrs. Garner in mock sympathy. "If I were you darling ... I'd beg him."
"Oh, no," cried the prudish, terror-stricken wife, her cheeks turning red and welted from the terrible bruising grip of her husband's punishing fingers, "please ... Oh, I give, fuck me ... fuck my ass ... go on ... fuck my ass ... I give ... fuck it. . . " There was an unbearable tone of resignation and submission in the young woman's horror-stricken voice.
"Ah, yes ... That's better," panted Dick in lecherous approval. "Now we'll have some real fun!" He stroked his cock from the crack in Margo's ass and turned to Mrs. Garner.
"Suck it until it's wet all over. I want to make sure I'm nice and juicy for my little wifey-poo." While Mrs. Garner kneeled on the lumpy mattress and sucked Dick's red throbbing cock, he himself applied a finger to Margo's back openig. He went plying the nakedly puckering flesh of the anal sphincter with the first knuckle's worth of his hard-pressing digit. "Mmmmm, yeah, that's the way," he hissed with obscene enjoyment of the double-pleasure he was getting from having a pair of anal lips around his finger and another pair of oral lips around his cock, "this is what every man deserves ... at least!"
A moment later he said loudly, "Alright, Mrs. Garner, get off," and he extracted his cock from her voraciously sucking mouth with a resounding wet pop, like he was pulling a sword from its sheath, and he took the glistening wet prick in his fingers and turned to his defiled and humiliated wife. Leaning once more into the breach of her abused splayed buttocks, he guided his blood-engorged cockhead to the site of entry, right up against the thickly puckered ring of her tightly clenched sphincter. "You open up now, Margo, and beg like I told you to, or it's gonna go rough on you again." To remind her of the awful abusive pain he could inflict with his pinching fingers, he grabbed off a piece of her creamy white right buttocks, pinched it with his hard-pressing fingers until she begged desperately: "Please," she moaned in terrifying complicity, "fuck my ass ... please fuck my ass ... please..."
Her whimpering stopped when he let loose of the cheek.
Now he approached her in earnest, with his cockhead spongy and bulging, the blood-engorged galvanized tip pressing firmly against the target flesh of her anus. "Get ready under there, Elmer baby, I'm gonna let her have it this time for good!"
"Go on! Do it now!" cried the older man, desperately trying to hold back his cum for the final moment.
Margo lifted her eyes and gazed back at Dick kneeling behind her lewdly exposed bottom cheeks, scouring her forbidden hole with one preparatory finger while his prick cap was like a Nike missile on the launch pad of her inner buttocks. She gasped as he applied his fingers, one by bony one to the already slightly stretched puckering rectum. The pain of this new, digital impalement had vanished, and what remained was a kind of strange excitement about the possibility of what was to come. In some ways, then, the young wife had given way to the possibility of an anal fuck without even really knowing it!
Suddenly, without much warning, Dick rammed two full fingers deep inside the anal slot, and then with a loud slurping noise, he jerked them out, tearing at his wife's tender rectal lining. Unable to wait, he edged up still closer to her helpless upraised ass cheeks and guided his fiery-red cock-head toward her puckering anal hole and quickly shoved his muscular hips forward. His eyes bulged as the tightly defending sphincter muscle stretched ... and popped open ... allowing his thickened penis to penetrate her hot buttery depths.
Now Margo let out her wildest scream of the night, a blood-curdling cry of terror and pain and pleasure all combined in one knockout amalgamation of grunt and screech: "ARRRGGGGHHHHHH! AIEEEEHH! FUCK-NOT MY ASSHOLE! NOOOO! NOT MY ASSSSS!! ! ! " The once prudish housewife wailed in agonized suffering as her punishing husband's long, hot cock spread through her rectal flesh like a flash-fire, and slammed its relentless way up into her cringing, ravaged anal orifice like a heat-sensitive Pentagon weapon. "Ooooh..." she bleated like a lamb on the slaughter board, "please ... someone ... someone help me ... please..." Her moans became tiny little squeaks of pitiable, girlish hurt.
But there was no one in that small room interested in helping Margo Blaster in any way. Mrs. Garner's masturbatory pleasure from the debauched spectacle had grown so great that she was beside herself with lechery, having taking up a chair with her long, loose thighs spread wide while her fingers pumped jerkily into her cunt for release; Elmer Stag was hopelessly pinned underneath the writhing, double-fucked girl, his cock surging upwards into her hot little pussy with fresh desire as he began once and for all to enjoy the salaciousness of being a part of double-fucking the young woman; and as for Dick Blaster, the woman's husband himself, his eyes were glazed with obscene hunger and his lips were drawn back with lust as he held her with both hands while she struggled in vain to escape the painful sodomy.
The expression on Dick's face was one of contorted, hot passion and lechery combined as his moaning wife cringed away from his thickly reaming cock. Slowly but surely now his long hard cock slid its throbbing way up into her narrow smooth hole, stretching the rectal flesh to accommodate his skewering thickness until the orifice was puckeringly open all the way. Margo struggled against this abusive impalement, but her frantic efforts only made things worse. With each painful lurch of her nakedly pinned body, Elmer's virilely stimulated cock skewered even deeper up into her moistly clasping vagina, while her husband's prick sodomized her ravished rectum from behind.
But just as much as the pain was building in her twin orifices, so was the heated pleasure and the salaciousness of the act. Fervent, wild masochistic desires to be fucked into obliviousness began to take over her resistances to the pain of the two-pronged cock attack on her pelvis, and slowly but surely she began to take on a rhythm which, unbelievable as it may seem, accommodated the two hard pressing cocks which violated her body so severely!
"Oh, yes honey," grunted Mrs. Garner from the sidelines, her obscene masturbation now nearly complete, "really start rocking it! Look at her go now, guys! She's getting into it!"
"Maybe we'll do her next!" hissed Elmer Stag from underneath Margo's tortured, sweaty body. He reached in under her bouncing breasts, between his body and hers, and took hold of her large, swollen nipples with his fingers, pulling and tugging at the reddened tips just to add spice to the incredible twin fucking she was getting.
"Aiieeee ... ohhhh ... faaaakkk!" she gasped and panted, and then she gave way entirely, leaning down and pressing her thick, wet lips to Elmer's mouth, kissing him fervently all over his lips, tonguing in his mouth and searching for the older man's tongue in her own mouth, wildly abandoning herself to the torrent of physical emotions which had been welling up in her fire-possessed loins. "Oh, fuck me," she cried softly in a lusty whisper in his ear, "fuck me hard ... yes ... faaaakkk ... faaakkkk now ... make it stiff, Mr. Stag ... oh ... fuck..." Her plaintive appeal became a kind of animalish mewl, a desperate, pleading pained whimper in which there was the pure salaciousness of total lust. "Give it to me," she masochistically begged of her own accord now, "give it to me, Elmer ... Oh, Dick, yes ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard ... and my cunt ... oh ... yes ... fuck..." She was looking first at Elmer, frantically kissing the older administrator on the face, and then back at her husband who was sodomizing her from behind, and she was telling them alternately, "Oh, yes, fuck me ... both of you ... fuck me ... fffaaaa ... mmmmmiiieeee..."
Within a few seconds of her final submission, the two men had established a natural sexual rhythm, one which found them fucking into Margo's nakedly sandwiched body at the same time, sadistically buffeting it with deep hard thrusts in an effort to bring all three of them to a screaming, ultimately orgasmic climax! Their wetly glistening pricks sawed in and out, pumping away wildly, slamming against each other on the inward strokes with only a thin membraneous tissue separating them from each other. Margo's horribly stretched rectum had naturally expanded to accommodate the hard-thrusting cock which her husband now so easily pressed in and out of her smoothly contracting anus.
The hurt for Margo had totally eased, and what was once pain was now numb, and she was left with her feeling of total sensuous abandonment to the two defilers as they continued their dual invasion of her pussy and her rectum. She'd given way to the double-impalement and had began panting at the sadistic and wanton lust which built in her burning hot loins. An intense heat spread outward from her skewered pussy and ass, and she instinctively knew she would never be the same again ... not even if she lived to be an old, hunched woman. She was enjoying not only forbidden screwing of her rectum, but also the fact that she was totally subjugated as she lay sandwiched between the two men and their hard-driving cocks. Now the powerful sensations of ecstasy that were rippling with the strength of a riptide through her ravaged bottom blotted out all thinking, and she lewdly bucked with the men, fucking them both faster than they'd ever conceived possible!
"Goddamn, look at her go!" cried Mrs. Garner from the chair at the side of the bed, her eyes riveted to the salacious sight of Dick's powerful cock sawing in and out of Margo's tight anus. "Jesus Christ!"
"Yeah, I know," moaned Dick, his hips flashing forth and back as he rhythmically thrust his heated penis in and out of his young wife's smooth anal flesh.
And down below Elmer Stag continued to work his prick upwards in the girl's hot moistened pussy!
The young wife squirmed between the two naked men muttering unintelligible moans of animalish frenzy as her passions-and theirs!-neared the end. She came into a suddenly changed consciousness as her body reared and bucked and gave way to the tidal wave of lust which swirled in her hot, sliding loins and hard-pumping hips. Her frenzied, whipping pelvis reached a quick, pulsating cadence as she enjoyed alternately the prick in her pussy from below and the throbbing cock in her rectum from above ... and then, finally, gave way.
"Oooohhhh! I'm cumming! C-cu-cummmming! AAAAIIIEEGGHHHH!" She wailed out her lewd delight and quivered convulsively between the two naked man, her body washed in their sweat and her own gushing juices, her rectum contracting involuntarily, just like her pussy now, and then she let out another terribly frantic wail as she realized that both men were pumping out their lust-boiled jism at the same time, one set of hot sticky wads splattering deep in her cunt and puddling down, the other cum-hosing taking place in her ass...
Her breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt the hotly flowing sperm spraying into her two passages at once. She was sandwiched in her own orgasmic defilement between the cummings of two men, and she had no idea where or what she was doing any more as this ultimate humiliation and fulfillment splashed inside her hotly writhing body. She could feel the two sticky cums overflowing and mixing, trickling down her nakedly trembling thighs, and then she felt the two throbbing beginning to subside, and she knew that the end was at hand. The two cocks were deflating inside her twin orifices.
God! she mused as she began to breathe more naturally again. Had any moment in her life ever been more important to her? Had anything ever been more erotic ... more sexually fulfilling?
The two pricks were still in her, but they were getting smaller all the time. Then there came a popping and a slurping noise as her rectum forced Dick's cock out of her ass, and she found herself rolling off of the impaling prick which had been charging her pussy full of heat. God, she moaned to herself, I can't believe it's over ... I'm a changed woman and I just can't believe it's over. . .
Dick Blaster had a smart leer on his satisfied mug. "Well, it was nice knowing you, Margo," he said, standing up from the lumpy mattress. He turned to Mrs. Garner who was staring in awe, her own masturbatory orgasm long since complete. "Get your stuff together, lady," he told the other woman. "We're gettin' out of here, like I said."
"You can't leave ... not just like that," cried Margo from behind him, her naked body shuddering with fear. "We only just started ... You can't just leave like that!"
"I waited too long to hear that, Margo," Dick snarled at the humiliated blonde. "You waited too long to give me what I wanted, honey. Sorry, no hard feelings." He turned around full to her, however, and reached out, cupping her swollen white breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go on and fuck old man Stag, though, baby. He looks like he can use whatever he can get! Ha, ha! Yeah, fuck him till he croaks! He can use it! You two deserve each other ... Ha, ha, ha ... ! "
His guttural laughter became deeper and deeper, louder and louder, until it bellowed up and down the dark suburban streets outside, echoing and bellowing in the otherwise placid night-the moonless night into which he and the lusciously experienced Mrs. Garner a few moments later disappeared like a hot dry wind.
