In a society so obsessed with eroticism and sexual matters, it is hardly surprising that many Americans-both male and female-are becoming increasingly confused and disoriented in their interpersonal relationships.
For sexual freedom has been purchased at a terrible price for some. Suddenly free to act out their wildest carnal fantasies, they find themselves plagued with self-doubts and overwhelming guilt feelings, unable to easily shed the old sexual taboos and inhibitions. Unable or unwilling to come to grips with the natural phenomenon of sexuality, they seek gratification in situations, or with people, where trouble inevitably follows.
In this searing novel of sexual mores in our contemporary society, we follow an unhappy young wife as she seeks desperately for the sexual pleasure she is unable to find with her husband. Seduced by a cynical man and his oversexed wife, then drawn into an exciting bi-sexual relationship with a beautiful young woman, the protagonist, Janet, finds herself on the verge of emotional collapse. What she does when she finally confronts her own sexuality may shock you, but you may also recognize in her plight the social pressures that drive us all.
This novel is not for those who prefer their literature without the hard edge of realism that surrounds us today. It is, rather, a graphic and explicit picture of American life and lifestyles. It is our hope that when you put this book down you may understand yourself and the world around you a bit better.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
It was crowded in the gymnasium of Eastern University as what seemed like hundreds of young students waited to speak to their newly-assigned faculty advisors.
Janet Willis waited patiently for her own number to be called, wondering what a twenty-three-year-old married woman like herself was doing trying to compete with these bright youngsters. As she waited, she looked up to the end of the gym where makeshift desks had been set up for the harried professors who were trying to run students through quickly.
It was nothing like the small Midwestern college she had attended for two years before dropping out to marry Gary Willis. This was a real university with a student body numbering in the thousands instead of just a few hundred.
She grimaced as she thought of how much Gary was opposed to her returning to school to get her degree, how he had sneered at her when she announced her plans a few weeks ago.
"Shit, I suppose you'll think you're too fucking good for a plain grease-monkey after you've got the damned thing!" Gary had taunted her. "And you sure as hell won't want your hot-shot college friends to meet me, oh, no, they'll all be too good for some poor slob who works his ass off and has dirt under his fingernails!"
Janet had tried desperately to protest that what he was saying wasn't true, that the only reason she wanted the degree was so that she could get a job and help them buy the things they wanted, things like a house and a good car and a vacation occasionally.
Janet thought about where her marriage had gone wrong. She and Gary had married much too young, of course. She remembered how handsome and fun to be with he had been in his Navy uniform when he had come home from Vietnam. Gary was three years older than Janet and a decade older in terms of worldly experience. She blushed as she remembered how easily he had swept her off her feet. And how he had so easily persuaded her to come to Florida after they had eloped. Her one victory had been in saving her chastity until their marriage. Often lately she wondered if it would have been better for them if she had been more experienced in sex.
"You look awfully unhappy considering school hasn't even started yet!"
A beautiful young girl had slipped into the seat beside Janet and was smiling at her. She was dressed in a tight sweater and jeans and had an infectious smile.
Janet replied with a groan, "I was just wondering whether I should be here at all. Everyone else seems so much younger than me and so sure of themselves."
The girl smoothed her long dark hair with a nervous hand and shrugged, "It's all a pose, most of them are frightened to death. They just don't want to show it in front of their friends."
"Are you a freshman?"
"Gawd no! I'm a junior and I've just been assigned to monitor this herd of cattle!" She paused and extended her hand. "The name's Pat Thompson, what's yours?"
Janet shook the girl's hand.
"I'm happy to meet you, Pat. I'm Jan Willis."
Pat noticed the wedding ring on Janet's finger and frowned.
"I see you're married. Rats! I'm looking for a new roommate for this semester."
"My husband and I have an apartment in town," Janet replied, happy for the friendly offer. "But thanks for the invitation."
"Number thirty-five! Will number thirty-five report to Desk C, please!
Janet got to her feet.
"You're really lucky, Jan," Pat said with a smile. "Desk C happens to be Professor Davidson. He's the best advisor at Eastern State!"
Janet detected something more than just passing conversation in the girl's voice.
"Well, so long," Janet said. "Perhaps I'll see you around the campus."
"Sure, kiddo, I'll give you a personally escorted tour the next time I run into you, OK?"
Janet nodded and scrambled by the dozing student on the other side. He opened one eye and looked at her long lovely legs as she went past him, a lewd look in his eye as he continued to massage his penis.
"What's the hurry, babe?" he said sleepily, his eyes still staring at her legs and his face blotchy and red from acne. "Let's get better acquainted, huh?"
Janet scowled at the disgusting teenager and the obvious implication of his request. My God, she thought angrily, can't I ever get away from sex-obsessed males!
She walked quickly down the aisle away from him. She thought about how degrading and humiliating sex with Gary had become in the past few months. She had never enjoyed sex but it was bearable until recently. Then, as Gary became further depressed by his inability to get a better job, he began to take out his frustrations on her unresponsive body. He took her brutally and without regard to her protestations. As his huge cock rammed into her cringing vagina he delighted in recounting his prowess with oriental whores, young girls and women who apparently had no shame.
He seemed to think that nothing was too dirty or disgusting for him to tell her about and he seemed to be even more cruelly passionate when he boasted of the mouths and rectums his penis had been in.
"Are you number thirty-five?" an exasperated voice asked her.
Janet was standing hesitantly before Desk C now and looking down at the tired figure of a man of about thirty-seven. His handsome face looked exhausted and cross and she could see that his darkly curling hair had a few flecks of gray in it.
"Y-yes," she answered nervously, suddenly wanting to turn and escape the room with its cacophony of headache level noises.
"Sit down, will you! I've got at least another twenty or thirty more students to see before I can go home."
The beautiful young woman flushed and smoothed her skirt over her hips primly before sitting down on the folding chair next to the desk. She crossed her legs discreetly, wondering if he treated all of his students so brusquely.
"Let's see," he muttered, rifling through a stack of file folders. "Thirty-five ... thirty-five ... oh, yes I knew I had seen it!" he said picking up a folder.
"My name is Jan Willis!"
The man looked up, startled by her angry words. "What?"
"I said that my name is Jan Willis. I wish you'd call me by name instead of by that impersonal number!"
His handsome face suddenly broke into a wide grin and he leaned back in his chair and howled with laughter. Janet was surprised to see that he was extremely good-looking when he wasn't frowning and she was glad that she had chided him about the number.
His laughter subsided and he leaned forward on the desk.
"I'm really very sorry, Miss Willis! It's just that I get so used to dealing with students as numbers instead of as real people. The computer I'm afraid only thinks in numbers."
"You're forgiven," Janet replied with a smile. "But it's Mrs. Willis!"
He looked quickly through the folder on the desk, reading swiftly before looking up.
"Double apologies then. And I do want to have you forgive me!"
Janet felt comfortable now and she waited for him to speak again.
"Let's see ... you're enrolling as a junior, is that right?" He paused and waited for her nod. "Why don't you tell me a little something about yourself?"
Janet quickly recounted her vital statistics. She was aware that all of the information was contained in the file folder but she felt a strange need to verbalize them to the handsome professor.
"By the way," the man said when she stopped speaking. "My name is Professor Davidson. Now, why do you feel the need for association with Eastern State University and our..." he waved his hand toward the milling students in the auditorium, ". . . our eminent scholars!"
Janet laughed at his sarcastic comment.
"Well ... I ... that is ... I want to be a teacher."
"Yes well that is very commendable, Mrs. Willis. What does your husband think of this idea?"
Janet blushed, wondering if she should tell him how violent Gary had been this morning when he left for work. Her body still ached from the brutal intercourse of last night.
"Not too pleased about it I'm afraid," she admitted to the professor. "He thinks I should stay home and have children ... like his mother did!"
The professor grinned knowingly.
"You obviously don't want to do that at the moment?"
Janet shook her head.
"I'm not sure anymore what I want," she admitted sadly and with emotion. "If I was a teacher I could earn enough money for him to go to school and then he wouldn't have to take those horrible jobs!"
The professor could tell that Janet was on the verge of crying and he closed the folder, leaned closer to her so that the people at the next desk couldn't hear his words.
"Tell you what, Jan," he said soothingly. "Let's get together tomorrow afternoon for a private conference in my office. We can talk without all these distractions and I may be able to help you more effectively. Will that be satisfactory?"
Janet felt relieved immediately and she failed to notice the professor's eager eyes roaming down over her magnificent breasts and her long, lovely legs. He marveled at how beautiful she was with the long blonde hair falling softly over her shoulders and framing her finely-sculptured features.
"What time shall I come?"
"Why don't we say four o'clock. That'll be my last appointment for the day and we can take all the time we need to talk."
"I'll be there," Janet said firmly. Her only regret was that the appointment was more than twenty-four hours away.
She said goodbye to him quickly and left the desk. She threaded her way through the students out into the bright warm Florida sunshine. She had to take a bus back to their small apartment in a rather run-down section of the city but she was glad for the opportunity to just relax and think while the crowded bus drove slowly through the traffic-clogged streets.
Arriving at home, she prepared a simple dinner of hamburger steaks for herself and Gary. He hated anything other than plain food, wolfing it down without regard for manners. She was watching television when she heard the sound of his heavy footsteps on the stairs.
"Hi, sweetheart, how did it go today?" she asked as he came into the apartment. She didn't want a confrontation tonight and vowed to be as friendly as she could. She could tell from the look on his face that things hadn't gone well again.
"Fucking customers are driving me crazy," her young husband answered in a voice slurred from too much beer. "Do this! Do that! What the fuck do they think I am, an octopus with a dozen hands?"
He still had his grime-covered mechanic's uniform on and it shocked her. She hoped that he wouldn't get grease on the furniture.
"Don't worry, Gary, you won't have to work there forever. Someday you'll have a garage of your own and will be telling other people what to do!"
Her forced cheerfulness only made him more depressed and he threw himself down onto a chair and pulled his work shoes off.
"Shit! Is supper ready? And get me a beer while you're out there will ya?"
Janet fixed his plate in the kitchen and opened a can of beer. Then, she put everything on a small tray and carried it back into the small front room and set it on a table in front of him.
Gary drank the beer and ignored the food. He sighed and wiped the foam from his mouth with a movement of the back of his still dirty hand.
"Ain't you going to eat?"
"No, I'm-not hungry. I'll snack later, you go ahead and eat now."
He attacked his food and was noisily chewing every mouthful.
"Jesus, you should have seen the sexy little pussy that brought her sports car in to be worked on today," he said between mouthfuls of food. "She got me so horny shaking her little ass around while I worked that I almost came home for a quickie!"
Janet hated it when Gary recounted these disgusting tales of the women customers he served. According to him, they were falling all over themselves to turn him on.
She couldn't keep the look of revulsion from her pretty face.
"What's the matter?" he said. "Don't you think broads find me attractive? Shit, I could get all the cunt I want!"
"I wish you wouldn't use that foul language!"
Janet's cheeks were burning.
"I'll talk any goddamned way I want in my own house!" he yelled. "Besides, just because you don't like to screw, that don't mean that other women aren't normal and need a little hard cock once in a while!"
"Maybe if you were a little more ... gentle and understanding I'd be more responsive!"
She couldn't resist the chance to point out his faults in bed.
"Shit, baby, broads want a man to be in charge of things! I never had to send no flowers or read any mushy poetry to them pigs in 'Nam."
"I'm not a pig!" she replied angrily. "And I don't want those things either, I just want you to be a little more considerate!"
He pushed the tray aside and stood up, his eyes filled with lust for the trembling girl. Janet saw with shock that he was fondling his penis just as the student in the assembly hall had been. She picked up the tray and started for the kitchen quickly.
"Just a minute, baby," Gary ordered. "Leave that shit for later! I'm in the mood for a little nookey!"
He took the tray out of her hands and set it on the table again. Then, before she could escape, he wrapped his hard-muscled arms around her and his lips came down heavily on hers, his thick tongue forcing its way between her lips.
Janet struggled to avoid the beer-smelling mouth but it was no use. He was too strong for her and she had to let his disgusting tongue worm around the inside of her mouth while his hands pawed at her rigid body. She could feel his blood-engorged cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing and pulsing and threatening to explode in a flood of sticky white male sperm.
He lifted his mouth from hers and looked at her for a second.
"I'm going to get some ass right now, baby, whether you like it or not! Come on, let's go into the bedroom..." he paused and an amused smile played across his lips.". . . that is unless you want to get screwed right here on the floor?"
Janet wanted to scream, to plead with him not to take her so brutally. She knew that she would have to endure the painful intercourse, but she prayed that he would be less cruel than he normally was.
Without speaking, she let herself be pulled toward the open bedroom door. Gary quickly discarded his clothing and was soon standing in front of her naked, his huge prick jutting out from his loins and waving about madly.
"Get the clothes off, baby!" he demanded, his hand going to his penis and lovingly pumping up and down on the hard shaft. "I'm so fucking hot I could screw a dozen broads tonight! You better get ready for a super load!"
Afraid that he would tear the clothes from her body, Janet began disrobing. She could see his lust increase as she pulled off her blouse and bra, exposing her milky-white luscious breasts with their cherry-tipped nipples.
"Jesus Christ, what a body!" he exclaimed, almost unable to control the desire that raged within him. "Hurry up and get the rest off so I can see that sweet little pussy!"
Janet felt shame and humiliation as she stepped out of her skirt and laid it on the dresser. She felt naked and embarrassed standing in front of her lust-crazed young husband with the thin nylon panties the only thing covering her.
"I'll take them panties off myself," Gary suddenly said, reaching out and hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulling the thin material down over her trembling hips.
His eyes widened as he caught the first sight of the wispy triangle of blonde pubic hair that covered her tender little slit.
Then, Janet was being pulled down on the soft bed, her legs kicking as her husband's head came down and his tongue began sucking lewdly on her breasts. His hands were obscenely running up and down her long thighs, trying to force them apart and plunge his hand up into the inviting ripe crotch.
"That hurts," she whimpered, feeling his sharp teeth bite into her tender nipple. "Don't, it hurts..."
Her voice trailed off as his fingers thrust into the hair-lined pussy furrow and began to cruelly probe the tiny quivering opening of her vagina.
Gary raised his head and looked down at his struggling young wife.
"How'd you like to suck my cock tonight, baby," he said rhetorically, knowing how disgusting she thought such things were. "God, I'd like to get this prick into a juicy little mouth and shoot my load like I used to in Saigon! How about it, kid, want to try a little mouth-fucking for a change?"
The horrified young wife could feel the throbbing shaft of her husband's massive organ pressing into her hip and she prayed that it would be over quickly.
"Or maybe I'll lick your pussy for you," Gary continued, his excitement mounting as he thrust a finger up into Janet's tightly clenching young pussy, scraping the tender inner flesh with his grease-encrusted ragged fingernail and causing her to cry out in pain.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed. "You're hurting me! Oh, please, not so hard! UUUUUNNNGGHHHH!"
It was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, but Janet reached down and let her fingers encircle Gary's gigantic cock. She knew that she had to give him satisfaction quickly or he might insist that he be allowed to lick her quivering pussy-flesh with his heated tongue. Anything would be better than that, she thought to herself frantically trying to guide the pulsating penis toward her unwelcoming vagina.
"Ready to fuck already, sweetheart?" he asked with a laugh, pulling his perspiration-soaked body up onto hers and feeling her open her legs widely. "OK, toots, I guess I'm ready too!"
He waited until the massive purplish knob-head of his cock was poised just outside the tiny contracting vaginal slit and then thrust forward mightily.
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEE!" Janet screamed as the heated pole rammed into her, causing agonized pains to shoot through her thighs and belly. It-felt as if a red-hot telephone pole were being shoved between her legs and she desperately struggled to escape the rampaging shaft as it tore through the unlubricated pussy flesh. "UUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH-HH! It hurts ... it hurts so much!"
Gary just laughed and continued the brutal invasion of her young body with his lust incited cock. Suddenly, his swollen balls slapped into Janet's upturned smooth buttocks and he knew that he was fully inside her.
Janet's wriggling only increased his desire and her contracting cuntal muscles made the pressure on his cock almost unbearably delightful.
She continued to wail, her face contorted with pain, her long blonde hair flying around the pillow as she tossed from side to side in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the cruel rape. Her loins were a mass of terrible pain and she thought that he would split her in two from the monstrous pummeling she was receiving. Gary's cock was battering in and out with a strong steady rhythm, his grunts of exertion mingling with her cries of agony.
"Move your ass, baby, I'm going to screw you into the fucking floor!" he called out, his breathing coming in gasps as he labored over her nakedly exposed body. "I'm going to ram my cock so far up into you, you'll think it's coming out your throat!"
For a moment she irrationally thought he might just do it when she felt his huge column of flesh battering against her womb opening.
"Get that cunt working, you little bitch!" he demanded, wanting to feel her cuntal muscles milking the juices up from his swollen balls out the tip of his blue-veined cock.
Gradually the pain became more bearable and Janet tried to respond to the mighty thrusts, thinking that he would have his orgasm quicker if she helped him along. For a brief instant she even felt a warmth spreading through her pussy but it was quickly gone when he started to call out his filthy descriptions of sex acts he had performed overseas.
"Your pussy feels just like a little ass-hole I screwed once in 'Nam," he chuckled, his body furiously pounding into her. "She was a ... a kid ... uh ... twelve years old and the tightest ... uh ... tightest little ass-hole you ever saw ... aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Janet gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tightly, and tried to shut out the awful obscene words he was saying. How could he be so degrading, she thought to herself? How could he change from the gentle youth she had married to a raging sex maniac in a few short months?
His smooth pistoning thrusts were tearing her apart as his huge cudgel battered her unmercifully.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! OH! OH! I'm GOING TO COME!" he suddenly cried out, tensing his body for a last brutal thrust.
Janet went rigid too, waiting for the explosion of hot sperm that would soon be flooding her violated vagina and helping to soothe the painful inner flesh.
"UGH! FUCK BACK! I'M COMING! OH, JESUS, I'M COMING!" he screamed, his desire-swollen cock head suddenly shooting gushes of sticky white sperm deep into her belly. Her cunt contracted and the overflowing semen squeezed out, oozing obscenely down the side of his still-ramming cock, making it glisten as it forced its way in and out of the clenching pussy.
Then mercifully, it was all over except for his heavy body lying atop hers, his foul-breath panting against her shoulder and his deflating cock slipping noisily out of her ravaged pussy.
"Jesus, wasn't that great, baby?"
Despite her terrible pain and the humiliation she felt, Janet almost laughed aloud at the question. She had been brutally used to satisfy the perverted lusts of her cruel husband and he was asking her if she enjoyed it!
"Don't forget to leave your money on the dresser when you go!" she managed to say before the tears started.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Gary demanded.
"You pay all your whores, don't you?" she replied bitterly.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet was early for her appointment with Professor Davidson the next afternoon and she had to wait while another young student was in his office.
She crossed and uncrossed her lovely legs over and over again, extremely nervous and almost on the verge of tears just remembering last night. It isn't fair, she thought to herself. It isn't fair for other people to be so happy while I'm so desperately hurting!
She wondered idly whether or not the college would refund the two hundred dollars she had paid in advance fees. With that much money she could take a bus back to Indiana and the security of her family. Then, remembering how opposed her parents had been to her marriage to Gary she realized that they might not take her back in. It all seemed so hopeless!
Suddenly the door opened and a female student came out of the professor's office, her face slightly flushed and a look of happiness on her pretty face. She glanced down at Janet for a second and Janet thought she detected a look of jealousy on the girl's face.
Then, as the girl disappeared down the corridor, Professor Davidson appeared at the door, a smile on his handsome face.
"Mrs. Willis, please come in. I'm sorry if you had to wait."
Janet assured him that she had only been there for a few minutes as she went into the comfortably furnished office. It seemed to be filled with books, a huge desk, chairs, and a couch. She hesitated for a moment, not knowing where he wanted her to sit.
"Why don't we take the couch," he said, seeing her confusion. "It'll be much more comfortable and I don't want your first visit to my little sanctuary here to seem too official."
Janet sat down on the soft couch, aware that too much of her legs were showing beneath the short mini-skirt. She wished she had worn something more demure.
Professor Davidson sat down next to her, his hip almost touching hers. She settled back against the cushion and waited for him to speak.
He seemed to be eying her curiously, trying to read her feelings from the look on her face. She lowered her eyes in confusion.
"First, let's do away with the formalities, shall we?" he said at last. "I want you to call me Bill, and I'd like to call you Jan, may I?"
Janet nodded nervously.
"Fine! Now, the second thing is that I want to tell you something about myself. It always helps if I can put the student at ease, right? Fine! You may or may not know that I teach clinical psychology here at Eastern." He didn't wait for her reply but went on speaking. "I'm very good at my job and I detected yesterday that something was troubling you, right?"
Janet nodded again, feeling uncomfortable.
"Since I'm going to be advising you this term I think we should make an agreement right now to hold back nothing from each other, I mean, I want to be more than just a stuffy old professor!"
She tried to protest that she certainly didn't think of him as either old or stuffy. He waved her protests aside.
"That's fine but I want this to be perfectly clear. If you have any problems, either here at school or at home I want you to let me help you with them! Is that agreed?"
"B-But, I ... that is, I...."
"I told you," Bill said, "I'm very good at my job and I'm also a very good judge of when people are in trouble. Now, would you like to tell me about what's bothering you at home with your husband?"
Janet's tortured brain was confused and she wondered how much she could tell him of the awful things she had been through with Gary. Then, she realized that he was a psychologist and was offering her professional help, not just the opportunity to complain.
Without looking at him she began to recount her life with Gary, leaving out none of the detail, even the most embarrassing and explicit sexual things that made her burn with shame.
He listened quietly, not speaking except to prod her when she seemed to be faltering. She had to admit that it did seem less painful to get it all out in the open with a neutral third-person. She had bottled it all up within herself for so long that when the words finally started she had a hard time stopping them.
When she finished telling him about last night's terrible experience she was crying and he handed her a handkerchief to dry her eyes.
"You poor thing," he said at last. "I can't tell you how much I sympathize with you. I'm afraid the war has taken a terrible toll on the character of those who had to fight it. Your husband isn't untypical of thousands of boys who came home after the flesh-pots of Asia not knowing how differently American girls want to be treated."
"Despite everything, I still love him," Janet whispered through the handkerchief. "I want everything to be different ... like it was at first!"
Bill got up and went to the office door and locked it.
"W-What are you doing?" Janet asked. He came back and resumed his seat next to her.
"I think it's important that we not be disturbed," he said soothingly. "Do you mind?"
For the first time Janet took a really good look at Bill Davidson. She was impressed by his air of calm strength and his obvious desire to help her. At the same time there was something about him that suggested that he could be everything Gary wasn't, a tender and compassionate lover and one who wanted to make her sexually satisfied too.
"I guess not," she replied, feeling his warm hip press into hers and not moving away. "I wouldn't want anyone else to overhear this kind of thing."
"Exactly my thought," he said warmly, putting his had on her arm. "I really do want to help you over this sexual problem you and Gary are having. It'll make you a better student and I'll feel better knowing that you aren't being literally raped every night!"
"What can I do?" Janet asked timidly, still reeling from the emotional effect of her outpouring. "Is this my fault?"
Bill stared at her for a long moment before answering. He seemed to be trying to make up his mind about something.
"I just don't know at this point," he replied, his hand massaging her arm, his strong fingers kneading the tender flesh as if to emphasize his words. "We'll have to talk some more and try and decide if we can get things straightened out between you and Gary."
"I'll do anything ... anything at all!"
"Of course, I realize that, Jan."
Professor Davidson hoped that his mounting excitement wasn't obvious to the young wife. He could feel his huge cock stirring erotically against his jockey shorts, the blood racing up through the thick rope-like veins and his swollen testicles feeling the pressure of desire.
"Will you put yourself completely in my hands?" he asked, staring directly into her eyes and making his voice firm and authoritative. "Will you do anything I ask, no matter how inhibited you might feel?"
His mind was racing ahead to the moment when his massive cock would be ramming up into the almost virginal pussy and forcing the cries of joy from her crimson lips. He wanted desperately to begin playing with her warm naked thigh and start the hot blood racing through her luscious young body. He had no doubt as to his ability to turn the girl on. From the first meeting yesterday he had been planning the seduction carefully, sensing that sex was at the root of her troubles.
"I'll try ... what do you want me to do?"
Janet asked. She felt warm and comfortable and his hand on her arm gave her a sense of sensuous pleasure that she hadn't experienced for months.
"My methods aren't the standard ones," he said. "I get totally involved with a person when I do sex counseling. Perhaps you'd rather not become a fully liberated woman, one who could reach the very heights of ecstasy and at the same time bring your husband the kind of pleasure that would make him your slave!"
Janet gasped at the thrilling words. That was exactly what she wanted! She would do almost anything to achieve that goal!
"I do! Oh, I'd give anything for that to happen!"
"And you trust me completely?" Bill asked in a barely audible voice. His temples were throbbing in tune with the madly pulsating cock at his loins and his fingers were inching down toward Janet's milky-white thigh.
"Oh yes! Please help me," Janet begged.
She was trembling with excitement and her eyes were silently pleading for relief for her agonized body. She let his hand slip down onto her thigh and she felt a surge of warmth spread through her loins. His fingers were caressing her heated flesh lovingly, causing her to breathe more rapidly.
"First I'd want to examine you to see if there was any genital malformation" he murmured, almost unable to control himself, "It would mean disrobing."
"Here?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, why not get right to it?"
She could only nod, afraid that if she spoke she would reveal how stimulated she was by the idea of those gentle fingers examining her warm secret spot.
He moved quickly, pushing her down on the couch until she was stretched out completely, her eyes widening when he began to push her miniskirt up over her hips.
"You have to remember that this is a professional relationship," he lied. "Just think of me as a ... as a trusted family counselor!"
He could see the little blonde triangle of pubic hair through her thin panties and he parted her legs slightly so that her quivering cuntal furrow was clearly visible. The plump ripe pussy lips were so stimulating that he wondered for a moment whether he should carry out his plan.
"OOOOHHHHHH!" Janet murmured, an unbelievable feeling of excitement and pleasure racing through her nakedly exposed loins as he began to pull the panties down over her flaring hips. There was no shame or humiliation here, only the mounting sensuous rapture that was overwhelming her.
"Now just relax," he said quietly. "I'm going to examine your clitoris."
Before she knew what was happening, his fingers were trailing gently through her heated pussy flesh and she felt a dampness steal through her vagina. It felt so wonderful to lie here like this and let him caress her pussy with his tender fingers
Suddenly she felt a new sensation, one so intensely pleasurable that she almost jumped.
"MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!" she gasped. "Oh, that feels just heavenly!"
His fingertips were probing lewdly at her rapidly hardening clitoris, nursing the little pearl-like bud of ecstasy into full erection.
"Very good," he cooed, his face only inches from the sweet pussy flesh, the pungent odor of her sexuality wafting up to his delighted nostrils. He licked his lips in anticipation and continued to massage the miniature penis until she was wriggling about on the couch.
"Ah! I never felt anything down there before!" she moaned, her eyes tightly shut and her mind racing with erotic thoughts of how good it felt to be fondled like this. "Oh, please, don't stop yet!"
Her cheeks burned from embarrassment and she wondered if he would make her leave. But he seemed not to notice how her body was slowly thrusting up to meet the pressure of his fingers on her love bud.
Suddenly, two of his fingers still caressing her clitoris, another finger trailed softly back down the moistened furrow and began to exert a pressure at the quivering entrance to her pussy.
"Janet choked back the cries of pleasure that were welling up in her throat. Instead, she tried to make her voice calm.
"M-M-Maybe you'd better look up there too!"
Bill smiled at how easy this was going to be. His busy fingers were fervently exploring the pink little hair-lined pussy lips. Her trembling body was thrusting up against his hand sensuously, causing his huge cock to throb and pulsate madly. He told himself sternly that that would have to wait until another time. Today he would devote his efforts to showing the confused young bride what it was to be erotically excited and overwhelmed.
Janet's frustration was getting the best of her. She moaned as she tried to control the raging fires that were spreading through her whole body. Nothing in her young life had ever felt so wonderful and she hoped that it would continue forever.
She felt him pulling her legs wider apart and she struggled to help him expose the naked pink crotch to his inspection. Her clothing felt restraining and she wished that she could tear it away from her lovely body and let him see how beautiful she was.
"That's it," he said, "put your leg on the back of the couch!"
She did as she was told, uncaring about the fact that she was showing him the thing that she had always denied her husband. She wanted him to glory in the sight of her young flesh!
Then, mercifully, he began unbuttoning her blouse front with his free hand while his other hand continued the insane manipulations of her lust-filled pussy.
He didn't remove it all the way, just enough for him to reach in and smoothly snake her bra upwards over her milky white breasts until they were staring back up at him with their voluptuous fullness, the straining nipples waiting for his hand to begin massaging them.
"Now just relax, Mrs. Willis," he cooed. "I want to examine your breasts."
She wanted to tell him to call her Jan-or better yet to use some more familiar term of endearment. She felt closer to him at this moment than she had ever felt about anyone in her life and it seemed strange and incongruous to have him call her Mrs. Willis.
An electric shock jolted her when his hand touched the cool flesh of her twin orbs of loveliness and she couldn't stop the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips. "MM-MM-MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN."
She was wirthing and twisting under his hands as he played her body in the way a musician would play an instrument, coaxing the lewd cries from her throat and controlling the intensity of the ecstatic pleasure that raced through her eager limbs. She felt little spasms of exquisite joy filling her vagina and belly and she wondered if this was what they meant by orgasm. It was so wonderfully sensuous. Every nerve-ending in her body seemed to be concentrated in her fiery pussy and the tips of her breasts where his nimble fingers lovingly caressed the straining nipples.
"Do you feel anything different than when your husband makes love to you?" he asked finally, his voice choking with emotion from trying to control the fires that raged through him.
"Oh, Yesssss! It's never been like this with Gary!"
Bill's fingers were slick and glistening from the lubricating juices that poured from Janet's pussy and he suddenly shoved two of them into her gaping cunt, feeling them slide easily up through the velvety inner flesh until his palm was lodged firmly against her hair-lined crotch.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, her face contorted with desire.
He wriggled the probing digits around in the madly contracting pussy, feeling her vaginal muscle tighten the tiny hole and try to hold his fingers up in her.
Slowly, Bill withdrew the fingers until they were just lodged inside her trembling cunt opening. Then, he thrust them in again, this time widening the area they probed.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
He knew that she was near her first orgasm and for a moment he was tempted to finger-fuck her to release. But he wanted to draw out the ultimate pleasure until she was begging him for the massively throbbing pole between his legs. And he knew that it wouldn't be long before she did just that!
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away from her crotch, causing her to groan with frustration. His other hand left the heaving breasts and his body pulled away.
It was difficult but he composed himself and stared at the lust-inflamed girl.
"I'm afraid that's all the time I have today," he said cruelly. "Please get dressed now!"
Janet was almost in tears and she struggled to a sitting position, her skirt still bunched up around her hips. She was desperately afraid that she had somehow offended the handsome professor.
"But ... but ... have you finished already?" she asked in panic.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," he said, straightening his own clothing and trying to calm the lust that filled his mind and body.
He wanted to burst out laughing from the look of pain on the girl's face. She looked like she was going to burst into tears.
"Shall we have another session ... er, soon?" he asked, wanting to see her reaction.
"Tomorrow! I'm free tomorrow!" Janet said quickly, unable to bear the thought of not seeing him again for several days. "Can we continue tomorrow?" she pleaded.
"Well, I don't usually see students on
Wednesdays," he replied hesitantly. Then his voice softened. "Perhaps you could come to my home?"
She smiled nervously and buttoned her blouse.
"Of course ... what time?"
"Why don't you come over about ten o'clock. Here, I'll write out the address for you. It's just off campus and you can't miss it."
He scribbled his address on a piece of note paper, his back discreetly turned while she put on her panties and smoothed her crumpled skirt.
"You will be there, won't you?" he asked, handing her the piece of paper with his address. "I think we might get into some of the much more practical aspects of sex counseling when I see you tomorrow!"
The excited look on her lovely face was his answer.
He unlocked the office door and they walked out of the building together. Janet wished that he would offer her a ride home but he said goodbye and walked off across the quadrangle.
He walked quickly, anxious to get home to tell his wife Helen what had happened with Janet. He knew how turned on sexually she got when he described his seduction of students and he could hardly wait to jam his cock up into his wife's greedily clasping pussy.
Helen was insatiable when it came to fucking and he could look forward to a long session in bed. He remembered how her eyes had glistened yesterday evening when he had told her about his plans for Janet. Her interest had quickened when he told her that Janet's husband was a mechanic. Helen liked plenty of variety and she liked best of all the crude, rough-talking kind that Gary represented. She would go to almost any lengths to degrade herself with a man like that, including any particularly exciting perversions the man might have.
"Helen?" he called out as he entered his large house. "Where are you, baby?"
"In here, sweetheart," his wife replied from the bedroom.
Bill's cock was already hard and he went swiftly to where his wife waited, his lust-swollen testicles signaling for quick release.
"Did you see your little student friend?"
Helen sat on the huge bed waiting for him.
His eyes roamed appreciatively over her nakedness, devouring her two rising and falling orbs of pointed, upright breasts. Her nipples were dark and oval-shaped, tipped with two tiny buds visibly growing and hardening as he reached out and touched them. He cupped the two firm globes in his hand, then let his fingers fumble over her belly as she sat cross-legged, waiting for him to slide his hands through her dark triangular pubic mound and into the moistening channel of her vagina.
"Everything went just as I planned," he announced proudly, marveling at his wife's voluptuous figure. She had been a showgirl in Vegas when he had met and married her. Now, four years later she still looked as lovely as she did then. "Mrs. Willis will be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock!"
"Good! Now hurry and get undressed, I'm about to burn up for some of that wonderful cock of yours!"
She watched with growing excitement as her husband shed his clothing and stood by the bed with his massive cock jutting out proudly just out of her reach.
"You didn't fuck her already, did you?" Helen asked coyly. She wanted this to be a long evening of sexual pleasure and she didn't want him tiring too early.
"No, it was a hell of a temptation not to screw the little cunt, but I saved my cock for you, baby!"
As he climbed into bed with her, Helen reached out and lovingly caressed the massively throbbing cock, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I want you to tell me all about it ... later!"
Her nimble fingers raced up and down the huge shaft, massaging the heated flesh and urging it into greater erection. She would have preferred to immediately suck the gigantic thing into her warm mouth and bring him to orgasm with her fervent tongue. But she knew that her fiery pussy wouldn't wait that long for her own release and so she fell back onto the soft mattress and spread her white thighs open to his delighted gaze.
"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh," she cooed softly. Her body began trembling as she felt his hard cock press into her thigh. His hands were running over her quivering warm flesh until he reached around and grasped the two white moons of her buttocks and heard her moan again. He rubbed the two succulent cheeks gently in round, excited circles, spreading the swelling orbs from the perspiring crevice between them. He felt her wriggle closer to him as he rested half on top of her and felt her arms encircle his neck.
"Oh God, I want to fuck so badly," she moaned into his ear.
Cupping her clenching buttocks, wriggling them, testing their resilience, he then moved his fingers downward across her tiny anus to the quivering pink ruffles of her cuntal lips and their warm moisture.
"That feels gooooooooood!" she murmured, and quickly pulled his head down, crushing her lips over his mouth savagely. Her tongue shot out from its hidden cavern and slipped between his teeth, darting and twirling, searching for his own red wet tongue. She was mewling and moaning with the urgent need of a nymphomaniac.
Bill fought her clamping arms and devouring mouth and pulled his head away from her to look at her uninhibited passion. Below him he could see her head rolling back and forth, her eyes aimlessly staring at the ceiling as if in a deep trance. Even after four years of marriage he couldn't get used to her insatiable lust. They were a perfect couple and each of them wanted only one thing, to fuck and be fucked by as many people as possible. Their only problem was to find the necessary new meat to provide the variety they needed. Bill's position at the University and Helen's lovely body made that task less difficult.
"How badly do you want a good hard fuck?" he teased, his own excitement increasing from her frustration.
"Oh, Jesus, honey, ram that big cock in me," she gasped, reaching down and trying to guide the head of his swollen cock toward her burning pussy. "Fuck me like the whore I am! Make me scream for mercy!"
Eagerly excited by her lewd words of instructions, he grabbed the quivering melons of her buttocks and let her pull him down to her mouth again, kissing her red wet lips brutally. He let her hot hand pull his cock toward her warm wet pussy and felt the moisture of her hair-covered slit against his cock-head. She moaned and then pulled the rubbery tip of his cock to the open pinkness of her trembling cunt and suddenly jerked her hips toward him, sucking his long hardened rod of flesh into the smooth clasping channel of her vagina.
"AAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHH!" she wailed, almost completely out of control from the wonderful sensations his rock-hard prick was sending through her trembling body. Her fingernails dug into his naked shoulders as she screamed again, and began to undulate her hips, pressing her hair-fringed crotch tightly against his groin, sinking his penis deeper into her belly.
He wriggled his buttocks, making his penis swirl and rasp the smooth, contracting walls of her wet passage, feeling the needle-like pricks of electric sensation course through his pulsing cock. She was twitching and writhing beneath him, gripping at his penis wildly with the straining cunt muscles.
"UUUUHHHHHHHH UGGGGGGGHH-HHHH!" Screw that lovely ass around!" he called out to her as he felt the smooth, clasping softness of her vagina pulling and massaging at his penis, holding him prisoner in the well of delicious sensation down between her wide spread legs. He pushed forward, burying his toes in the mattress and sinking every last inch of his throbbing thick cock into the further depths of her clenching vaginal tunnel, making her scream with ecstasy.
"Oh, God, it's so good! Oooohhhhh, God! Fuck me harder!" she wailed and began squirming and throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis against the hardened bone in his groin.
With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsating cock from her nakedly squirming loins, feeling the contracting muscles of her aching pussy pull and suck wildly for more of the lust-inciting pole of flesh boring into her. His breath was shortening to a rhythmic pant as he drove his long thick instrument in and out again and again, all the time watching her heaving breasts and the lust-contoured muscles clenching on her middle-aged but young looking face. She was inwardly screaming for the rumbling torrent of her climax and whimpered aloud again and again at the nerve-shattering fire searing deep in her belly.
"My ass!" she screamed. "Shove your finger up my ass!"
Bill quickly slipped a finger to the crevice between her jiggling buttocks and began teasing the puckered elastic ring of her anus to make her squeal even louder. Probing harder as she gasped with erotic pants, he easily shoved the tip of his finger into the warm yielding entrance of her rubbery rectum and began worming it around in small circles. She was screaming now, bucking wildly as he probed deeper into her hairless little hole, oblivious to anything but the torturing finger in her ass and the pummeling cock driving brutally into her cunt.
"That's it, screw my ass-hole, you bastard! Make me come! Fuck me ... fuck me good, you goddamned prick you!"
Aflame with the burning desire for climax he fucked her hard, taking his free hand and moving it around front, grasping the base of his fiery twitching prick, where he felt the obscene weapon pulling the ragged, engorged lips of her vagina in and out as he buffeted her mercilessly down into the bouncing bed.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped frantically beneath him, her arms jerking limply at her sides and her rubbery useless legs flailing aimlessly behind him. Her mind was an endless stream of flashing lights and electric shocks piercing her straining nerves. There were only seconds left until her climax and she could feel the blood-filled muscles of her belly begin to rumble and roll like waves in the ocean. She was on fire, ready to erupt!
"N-now ... I am coming now! Arrrrgggg-ghhhhhhh!" she screamed incoherently and bucked suddenly upwards, lifting him completely off the mattress as the exploding spasms of orgasm jerked wildly through her body. "Oooooohhhhhh!" she wailed again and he shuddered above her, hardly able to keep from falling as his own climax, spurred by her screaming suddenly came with lightning speed, shooting hot jets of white cum deep up into her desperately clenching cunt.
Together they wailed in the throes of their intense orgasms until their twitching subsided and he fell limply on top of her, exhausted by the wild fucking but aware that this was only the beginning, and that he would soon be thrusting his hard cock into her mouth, or cunt, or ass-hole!
CHAPTER THREE
Janet dressed carefully for her appointment with Professor Davidson, choosing a clinging silk dress that was perfect for her voluptuous figure and was easy to slip out of. Her lacy bra and panties had been purchased for her honeymoon and she felt a little guilty as she slipped into them. Then, she remembered her husband's callous indifference to what she wore and she felt less guilty.
She combed her long blonde hair, stealing little glances at the clock on the dresser as her long arms worked. The illuminated dial said nine-fifteen and she wondered if she would be at the professor's house on time.
Then, she was ready. Long strides took her out of the apartment and down to the corner bus stop. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for a bus and was soon getting off near the address written on the piece of paper that the professor had given her yesterday afternoon.
Her face flushed as, walking toward his house, she remembered the wonderful sensations his hands had brought to her burning pussy yesterday. It was like a new door being opened for her. There was no resemblance to her husband's brutal probing of her tender young genitals. Bill Davidson had done something to her so quickly and skillfully that she I was still amazed.
Oh, God, let it happen again!
Her cheeks burned from the silent entreaty and she wondered if she would be able to keep the obvious desire from her face when she saw Bill Davidson again.
As Janet strode up the walk toward Professor Davidson's house, Helen's car pulled out the driveway and the two women saw each other for the first time.
Helen waved gaily to the fresh-faced young blonde, marveling at how innocent she looked. Good luck, honey! She called out silently to the girl who was about to be seduced. Helen drove swiftly toward the service station where Gary Willis worked, remembering how vividly her husband had described the youth's brutal lovemaking.
* * *
"Now just make yourself comfortable, Jan," Bill Davidson said soothingly as he pushed the young girl firmly but gently down on the soft couch in his study. "I want to get us a couple of drinks before we get started, will you be all right?"
Janet nodded reluctantly, wishing that he wouldn't leave her even for a minute.
"Why don't you glance through these magazines while I'm gone," he said, handing her a pile of slick-covered magazines. "I won't be very long."
She watched him go out of the room before turning her attention to the magazines in her lap. The words on the cover of the top one jumped up at her-SEXUALITY IN THE HUMAN FEMALE.
She turned the cover gingerly, not knowing what to expect, but shocked when she saw the first picture. It was a full-color view of a pretty young girl, completely naked, stretched out on her back on a bed, her long legs open and her pink, hair-covered cuntal slit naked and exposed. Janet's eyes widened as she stared down at the photograph and she licked her lips as she saw that the girl's glistening pussy-lips were slightly parted.
There was a look of lewd pleasure on the girl's face and Janet caught her breath as she recognized a man's hairy leg climbing up on the bed with the girl. She turned the page quickly, startled by the sigh of a man with a penis longer than anything she had ever seen before, or even thought possible. It jutted proudly out from the man's loins and the girl was reaching for it with eager hands. The huge purplish knob was only inches from the fingers and the heated flesh seemed to be pulsing and throbbing.
"Oh, my God!" Janet gasped aloud, a warm wet sensation starting to spread through her loins from the tremendously erotic photographs.
She wanted to thrust the offending magazine away from her, to close the pages and never look at them again. But she couldn't do it and her rigid hands brought the pictures closer to her fascinated eyes.
The next picture was of the same couple, this time the girl had her slender fingers around the man's huge penis and was massaging and caressing it lovingly while the man's hand was thrust into the heated crevice between her thighs.
Janet had never been so excited before and she crossed her legs to squeeze her own pulsing pussy lips together.
She turned the pages quickly, watching the couple progress from fondling each other's genitals with eager hands to a close-up shot of the girl's ovaling mouth swallowing the massive shaft.
She was too startled to hear the door open and Bill Davidson came back into the room.
"How do you like the magazine?" he asked, his eyes staring down at her as he held out a tall drink to her.
She closed the magazine quickly, her face reddening with embarrassment. She felt as if she were a small child caught doing something naughty and she didn't like the feeling.
"I-I ... I think they're awful!" she finally managed to blurt out. "They're disgusting!"
Bill laughed and sat down next to her.
"I can see that you're going to require lots of attention," he said calmly. "The pictures in those magazines represent something wonderful and intensely pleasurable. They shouldn't shock you!"
"But ... but. . . " she stammered, not knowing what to say. ". . . it's dirty and disgusting to take a man's ... a man's thing into your mouth! Uuuuuuggghhhhhhh!"
"Do you know that from personal experience?" he asked.
"Of course not! I would never do anything like that!"
He sipped his drink slowly, not taking his eyes off her.
"One of the first things you have to learn, Jan, is that all sexual experience is good! You can't use terms like 'dirty' or 'disgusting' to describe sex!"
"Perhaps not," she admitted, uncomfortable under his stare. "But, I just can't help how I feel!"
His eyes hardened.
"Would you like to go home now and forget our little counseling sessions?"
The implied threat was more than she could bear.
"No!" she gushed. "I want you to help me! You promised that you would ... you can't go back on your promise!"
"Then I want you to promise that you'll do exactly as I ask!"
"I will, honestly I will!"
He rose and began stripping off his clothes.
"Fine!" he said with a smile. "The first thing I want you to do is to get undressed. We're going to try a radical approach this morning!"
Janet complied willingly, pulling the silk dress from her luscious body quickly and then sliding her panties down over her flaring hips.
As she undressed she marveled at how tan and fit he looked. There wasn't an ounce of extra flesh on his body and he looked like he worked out regularly in the sun.
"W-what are we going to do?" she asked hesitantly, not at all embarrassed to be standing here in his study with both of them completely naked.
"You're going to have to find out about a man's body," he replied smoothly, reaching down and patting his thickly swelling cock. "From what you've told me you don't really have much experience or knowledge of the male genitalia, do you?"
Her eager eyes went down to his massive cock as he talked and she gasped at the length and girth of the blood-engorged shaft.
"N-no," she replied quietly, fascinated by the gigantic organ. "But, I'd like to learn."
"You will, my dear, you will," he assured her, sitting down on the couch and pulling her down beside him. "In any kind of an adequate sexual relationship it's imperative that both partners understand fully the other's body."
She couldn't take her eyes off the massive column of pulsing male flesh. Her pussy was quivering with the heated pressure that spread through her and she knew that the pungent female juices were already beginning to flow out into her damply matted pubic hair.
He could see how fascinated she was by the nearness of his throbbing cock and he decided to slowly ease her into the seduction.
"I want you to take my cock into your hands and examine it," he ordered in a firm voice. "Go ahead, get your fingers around it!"
Slowly she reached out and felt her fingertips touch the hot flesh. An electric shock jolted them both from the cool hands on burning maleness.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh.. .go on, get your fingers around it ... that's it, run them up and down the surface gently!"
She complied with mounting excitement. She had touched Gary's swollen penis many times but it was different from this experience. Then it had only been so that he could find his release quicker and spare her the agony of prolonged fucking. Now she was willingly caressing Bill's cock in a way that left no doubt that she found the movements pleasurable.
"Get your face down closer so you can see every inch of it," he ordered suddenly, feeling the demanding pressure building in his lust-swollen testicles. "I want you to become thoroughly familiar with my penis and testicles."
Janet pulled gently on the pliable flesh of his massive shaft and was surprised to see the gigantic bulbous head slowly appear purplish and rough-fleshed. The tiny slit in the end seemed to be winking at her and she playfully squeezed the shaft and then relaxed her grip.
"Oh, yes, that's it ... do that again!" Bill moaned, thrusting his hips up to meet the massaging hand.
Janet could hardly believe such a huge organ could fit inside a woman's tiny vagina and she shuddered with delight at the thought of this terrible penis plowing into her own small near-virginal pussy and splitting her apart.
Her breathing had become labored as she, without warning, cupped her other hand and slid it under his pulsating balls and began massaging them. They felt so heavy and swollen, filled to overflowing with the sticky white male sperm that warmed a violated pussy with its wetness.
"Get down on the floor between my legs," Bill suddenly demanded, pushing her off the couch with his strong hands.
She tried to protest but it was no use. Her body refused to obey her mind and she was soon kneeling on the plush rug, his legs on either side of her heated body, her hands still tightly clutching his cock and balls.
Janet leaned forward and laid her head on his thigh as she continued to manipulate the hot male flesh. She watched the thick rope-like veins pump more and more blood through the thick shaft until it threatened to burst its tight flesh.
The memory of the girl in the photograph sucking voraciously on the man's cock was beginning to flash across Janet's mind and she had to fight back the impulse to lean closer and let her tongue flick and start licking up and down the wonderfully huge organ.
"Would you like to kiss it?" Bill asked lewdly, sensing her desire. "Why don't you, it won't hurt you and it will give you a better understanding of how to arouse a man!"
Janet shook her head and blushed at the thought of actually putting her crimson lips on his penis. At the same time, she had to admit that the temptation was great.
Her hand was involuntarily pumping back and forth on the swollen cock and she looked over in surprise and shock to find that it was getting even bigger under her erotic manipulations.
"Oooooohhhhh, look, it's swelling more and more!" she called out to the delighted man. "I can't believe how huge it's getting to be!"
As the tempo of her hand increased she lowered her buttocks down against the plush carpet and forced her pussy lips against the soft nap of the rug. Immediately she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her whole crotch. It was as if a raging fire were burning out of control in her loins, a fire that was being fanned by the erotic and tremendously exciting movements of her fingers on the swollen cock.
Suddenly he was pushing his body off the couch. He came down on all fours next to her, his eyes glazed with lust and his jutting cock throbbing insanely out from his tanned loins.
"I want to feel you ... your ... penis again!" Janet complained, reaching out for the wonderful organ that had been so cruelly pulled from her fingers.
"In a minute," he replied, pushing her backwards until she felt the soft rug caressing her naked back and thighs. "Lay down. I want to examine you again!"
The word 'examine' sparked a thrilling spasm of exquisite joy in her heated crotch and she willingly spread her creamy-white thighs apart for him. Her damply contracting pussy was open and exposed to his excited gaze and she sighed as his fingers came out and began to lewdly massage the quivering pussy lips and her erect little love bud.
"OH! OH! OH!" she yelped, feeling the tender tips of his fingers invade her warm cuntal sheath and begin thrusting in and out playfully.
"I want to show you that it's not dirty or disgusting to touch a woman's vagina with a mouth," he said smoothly, pulling his fingers from her pinkly ruffled slit and forcing her thighs even more widely apart.
Janet felt his hot breath wash over her nakedly exposed pussy as he leaned down and his pink tongue snaked out and wormed into the fold of flesh that guarded her clitoris.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the greedily probing oral member dug into the erect miniature penis, sending ecstatic thrills racing up and down her thighs and into her belly. "Oh, God, that feels sooooooo good!"
Her initial embarrassment was gone now, replaced by a burning lust that demanded more and more of the joyous licking and sucking. She forced her legs upward to expose all of her moistly quivering cuntal area to his avid tongue and gasped when it slid smoothly down from her straining clitoris to probe into the clenching vaginal slit.
Janet's legs were waving wildly about in the air and she closed her slender hands around his head and pulled him closer to her sensation-filled cunt, wanting to devour his mouth and fervently-sucking tongue deep inside her burning pussy.
She yelped and wailed loudly, oblivious to everything but the delicious sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her whole life. It was as if she were one gigantic pussy that was being ravaged into orgasm by the artfully lunging tongue.
She wondered how she could have ever denied her young husband the opportunity to bring her such joy. It was incredibly beautiful to force her legs apart while Bill sucked her velvety inner walls dry of the fast-flowing female juices.
"Don't stop! Oh, God, don't ever stop! Make me come! I want to come! I want to cooooooo-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeee!"
She bucked wildly back and forth, her hips rotating obscenely in an effort to force more of the thick tongue up into her madly twisting belly.
Bill suddenly snaked one hot hand down into the perspiring crevice between her upturned shaking buttocks and let his finger trail down the tiny puckered anal opening. She responded with an increased moaning, silently begging him to repeat the delicious sensation.
She was like a crazed animal now, all of her inhibitions gone and her one thought to experience the wonderful sensation of impending orgasm.
Then, he brutally pulled his sucking lips away from her frantic pussy and squirmed away from her. Her contorted face was agonizingly forming the words to call him back.
"Please, make me come!" she screamed, unable to control her lusts. "Don't stop! Don't stop now!"
A lewd smile played across his saliva and female-juice glistened lips as he came forward again, this time covering her writhing body with his.
"I can make you come," he said teasingly. "Do you want to come now?"
"Oh, yes ... I'll do anything if you'll make me cornel"
As she spoke she reached down between his legs and grabbed his madly throbbing cock and guided it to the quivering pussy between her twitching thighs.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
The words were cruelly obscene but Janet didn't care. She needed to have the hard penis ramming into her and putting out the fire that was engulfing her in its lewd flames. Nothing else mattered, not her husband Gary or anything else! She had to find release or go crazy.
"Y-Y-Yes," she begged, "make me come ... fuck me ... oh, Jeses ... FUCK MEEEEEE-EEEEEE!"
Before the words were out of her mouth he lunged forward, burying his thick cudgel deeply within her tight cunt, tearing at the soft inner flesh as it slid brutally deep into her.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRG! UGGGGGG-
HHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed, more with pleasure than with pain. "OOOOOOOO-HHHHHHHHHHHH! Harder! Ram me harder!"
Her furiously clenching cuntal muscles were pulling him into her and she thrust her legs upward to give him better access to the nakedly glistening crotch that craved satisfaction.
He bore into her with a force so great that it took the breath from her body. Before she could gulp in more air he jerked his hips again and his hard cockhead rammed into her womb entrance.
"UUUUUNNNN NNGGGGG UUNNGG-HHHHHHH!" Janet cried out in pain and surprise at the force of his deep thrust.
The pain was gone almost immediately and she threw her long legs up on his lower back and locked her ankles tightly, forcing his cock deeper into her sizzling pussy.
Bill started to withdraw his cock smoothly until just the huge rubbery head was lodged inside her moistly clasping slit. Then, he began to fuck in and out with an exciting rhythm that rocked Janet with its ferocity.
On and on it went, his lust-swollen balls banging into her upturned smooth buttocks as he pistoned his gigantic cock forward in an eager tempo that brought her closer to orgasm.
"Harder ... fuck me harder! Make me come! Make me come!"
Her lust-contorted face tossed back and forth on the floor, her long blonde hair flying.
Bill's powerful hips were driving her crazy with desire and she moaned in ecstasy from the deep thrusts of his massive glistening cock reaming her hungrily clenching pussy.
He was humping in earnest now, sinking his cock to its limit in her cunt, banging against her uterus and causing ripples of delightful pleasure to flow through her torture, sex-starved young body. His driving strokes were demanding and she thrust back against him, feeling his hard pelvis grinding on her clitoris and increasing the sensations.
She looked down to the length and thickness of the shaft that was plunging in and out of her widespread young cunt and couldn't believe that it was all going into her and making her feel so good.
Suddenly, there were new sensations racing through her and she realized that she was having her first orgasm. Dizzily, she felt her sticky, cum-slickened pussy-mouth contract tightly around the impaling huge cock and she screamed out her pleasure and ecstasy.
"I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING!"
Her almost incoherent voice was filled with wonder at the overwhelming sensations that were shooting through her rippling cunt and belly and her legs went weak at the intensity of the delicious joy.
Wave after wave of succeeding orgasm wracked her climaxing young body and she suddenly felt him tense and knew that his own sperm was racing up through his cock to explode inside her.
"Come with me!" she pleaded, wanting to share her delirious pleasure with him. "Oh, Jesus, fuck meeeee!"
Janet felt his fingers suddenly wriggle down into her buttock crevice and one of them wormed its way into her tightly-puckered ass-hole. She cried out in shock and tried to move her helplessly trapped buttocks out of the way but the finger continued to plunge into the tight anal passage.
"Open your ass wider!" he commanded, as his finger sank deeper into her rectal flesh.
She could only obey. The lewdly probing finger hurt only for a moment, and then added an entirely new sensation to their fucking as it searched her anal passage and then, with a smooth movement, sank all the way in to the hilt. With some shock she realized that Bill was fucking her both with his cock and with a finger deep in her ass. What was more difficult to believe, it felt great to her and she began to screw her taut-muscled ass-cheeks down against his finger in time to the plunging iron-hard invasions of his cock. She felt giddy being so obscenely impaled that way, and then his mouth was coming down on her open lips, his tongue finding hers. She could taste the salty saliva on his tongue and she began to suck hard on it as he continued to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked before.
She felt like a rutting animal and she was loving it. Inside her quaking cum-slippery cunt, she could feel his thickly swollen cock getting even bigger and harder and she knew he was about to come. Another massive orgasm was building deep inside her too and she pulled away from his tongue long enoough to gasp a few coherent words.
"Bill-I'm coming again! Come in me now! Come with me and let me feel your wonderful sperm way deep inside me!"
"Okay, baby, you asked for it!"
He began to fuck her with a new frenzy, panting, driving deep with cock and finger while her hands held her wide split pussy up to him and her legs clamped him tight. A deep low groaning began far down in his throat and his cock became a lust-incited machine as it plunged and retreated, and then she felt the tremendous white-hot spurting, the orgasmic spasms which racked his wild young body, and she realized she was matching them with a fury which left her body completely out of control.
"We're coming ... we're coming ... WE'RE COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!" she screamed and clutched him with the frenzied strength of her passion, sinking her white teeth into the muscle of his shoulder until she could taste the saltiness of his perspiring skin in her frantically sucking mouth.
Then, it was over and they collapsed limply on the floor, the final tremblings still shaking their lewdly twined bodies. Janet found it difficult to focus her eyes and coordinate her limbs and hands as she caressed and held and kissed the older man who had brought her such overwhelming pleasure.
His throbbing cock was still deeply inside her come-glistening cunt. Slowly, it slipped out to fall against her belly and it felt good for her to have it lying there.
The smell of their perspiring bodies and their juices was heavy in the air and her entire body ached deliriously, particularly her inner thighs and come-flooded pussy.
"How do you feel about fucking now?" Bill asked with a groan of exhaustion.
She wished immediately that he hadn't spoken because it brought her back to her senses. She was an adulteress! There was no other word for it and she felt suddenly like a whore. No matter what the justification had been, she had been unfaithful to her young husband and she felt degraded and ashamed of her own passions.
Bill Davidson felt the burning face against his chest and he sensed what was happening. He pulled away from her arms and rolled over on his elbow and stared at the lovely spent body.
"What you're feeling right now will go away," he said quietly and soothingly. "I understand how you feel about yourself, but you've got to think about how much better it's going to be for you and Gary now that you know how wonderful fucking can be!"
She wanted desperately to believe-to know that her marriage could be saved. But something in the back of her confused mind told her that her troubles were not yet over.
"Do you think so?" she asked naively. "Do you really think so?"
Bill wanted to laugh but he kept a straight face as he looked down at her. "I guarantee it!"
She could still feel the rock-hard cock as it had plunged into her greedily-clasping pussy and she wanted to reach out and touch it. But she did not. Instead, she scrambled to her feet and began to pick up her discarded clothing.
"What are you doing?" he asked in surprise.
"I'm going home now," Janet replied dully, her whole body trembling from the exhaustion of the furious fucking it had received. "I'm going home and rest!"
"I'd like to see you again tomorrow," Bill said. "Why don't you come over after classes? You do start classes tomorrow don't you?"
Janet nodded, struggling into her dress. Despite her previous feelings of shame, Janet knew that she would be back as often as he wanted. She had gone over the brink now and didn't want even to think about not seeing Professor Davidson and having his huge cock pounding into her quivering pussy.
"What time?" she asked, smoothing her dress down over her luscious hips.
"How about five o'clock?"
He kissed her warmly on the lips and squeezed her trembling buttocks before she left.
She walked down the street toward the bus stop quickly, anxious to be home and get under a hot shower. Her heart was still pounding and she was wrapped up in the reveries of her first orgasm.
"Hi! Want a lift?"
Janet looked over in surprise to see the young girl from the auditorium sitting at the curb in an expensive open sports car. She tried desperately to remember her name.
"You haven't forgotten me already, have you?" the pretty girl asked, a smile coming to her lips at Janet's obvious embarrassment. "I'm Pat Thompson-you met me yesterday at school, remember?"
"Of course I remember you," Janet replied, coming over to the car. "I just couldn't think of your name for a moment. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm just fine, honey. I saw you coming out of Professor Davidson's house and I thought I'd give you that tour of the campus that I promised."
She reached over and opened the car door for Janet.
Janet didn't particularly want to spend the afternoon sight-seeing but there seemed no way to refuse without offending the friendly coed. She managed to get her body into the low car without showing too much flesh and they roared off.
"What do you think of the professor?" Pat asked with a glint in her eye. "I mean, do you find his counseling techniques interesting?"
Janet blushed at the bold question but quickly decided that Pat couldn't really know what had happened to her.
"He's very professional," she replied hurriedly. "I think I'm going to enjoy working with him!"
"Oh, you will, I'm sure of it," Pat laughed.
The young girl drove skillfully through the campus, pointing out the different buildings and dormitories to Janet. She was witty and soon had Janet laughing at her descriptions of the faculty at the university.
Janet was suddenly happy that she had run into the girl. It was her first real friend she had made since coming to Florida and they were soon chatting and giggling like teenagers.
Before Janet saw what was happening, Pat had left the campus and was driving toward the city center.
"Where are we going?" she asked. "My apartment is in the other direction.
Pat brushed the wind-swept long hair out of her face before replying.
"I'm going to show you my pad," she announced, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. "We can relax and talk for a while before I take you home."
Janet relaxed against the soft seat and watched the passing traffic as they drove. Suddenly she gasped as she caught sight of Helen Davidson's car. Gary was driving and the smiling older woman was sitting close to his side. Neither Gary or Helen saw Janet as they swept by.
"What's the matter?" Pat asked, alarm in her voice.
"I just saw my husband and Professor Davidson's wife! What could he possibly be doing with her?"
Pat smiled lewdly but didn't answer.
Then, after a few moments more driving she pulled into a long driveway beside an ultra-modern apartment building and parked in the lot at the rear.
"Do you know Mrs. Davidson?" Janet asked insistently, wanting to know anything that Pat could tell her about the lovely woman who seemed almost to be sitting on Gary's lap. She had to know! "Wait'll we get inside," Pat replied, leading Janet into a long hallway and then into her own apartment.
Janet was immediately impressed by the luxuriously furnished apartment and she wondered if Pat's family were wealthy. Everything was in perfect taste, from the stark modern paintings on the walls to the comfortable furniture.
Pat led Janet to the couch and they sat down.
"Please Pat, tell me about Mrs. Davidson!"
Pat stared at Janet before speaking. There seemed to be a good deal of sympathy in her lovely eyes.
"Honey," she began "I don't want to get you upset, but I think you and your husband may be getting into something you really don't understand."
"W-What do you mean?" Janet asked, her voice cracking.
"I might as well give it to you straight," Pat continued. "Professor Davidson is the biggest goddamned cock-hound in the State-he'd fuck anything that moved! And Mrs. Davidson is a nymphomaniac or worse! She gets her kicks being knocked around by truck driver types!"
The words were like a hard slap across her face and Janet couldn't bring herself to believe what she was being told.
"It's not true-it can't be true!" she retorted, her face flushed.
Pat leaned over and patted Janet's knee gently.
"Oh, it's true all right! The pig really screwed up my roommate by fucking her for about a month and then dumping her. The poor kid almost committed suicide. She had to leave school."
"But ... but ... how can he get away with it?" Janet asked, still unable to believe the words. "Why doesn't somebody do something?"
Pat sneered at the woman's naivete.
"Are you kidding? Bill Davidson is so slick that half the broads he's fucked are screaming for more. The rest are either too ashamed or too frightened of his position to do anything! With his wife, well, did you ever know a man to complain about getting some of the best pussy in Florida?"
Janet could only sit there and shake her head at the awful revelations. She felt like a silly fool for letting Bill seduce her so easily. He must be laughing yet, she thought bitterly.
"Did he try to make love to you?" she asked hesitantly.
"Did he ever!" Pat replied angrily. "But my father is a trustee at this dump and I threatened to tell him about our friend the sex maniac!"
Oh, my God, I feel so stupid, Janet said to herself silently. How could she have let it happen to her? Then she remembered her young husband and the smiling older woman.
"What can I do about my husband? I can't let this happen to us!"
Pat studied the older student intently, trying to guess what was going through her mind.
"You're kind of fucked up sexually, aren't you?"
Janet nodded glumly, her throat tight with shame and humiliation.
"Does your husband dig the rough stuff?" Pat asked quietly. "I mean, does he really dig the rough stuff?"
Janet was embarrassed to admit it but it certainly was true. She remembered the terrible bruises her body bore after Gary's brutal and drunken rapes of her unwilling pussy.
"Well, honey, I guess the only thing you can do is to let him take it out on you or to relax and forget him," Pat said sadly. "He'll never be satisfied with a cold body again after screwing that hot bitch!"
The words were cruel but Janet had to admit their truth. It seemed so ironic that just at the time she was sexually awakened to the delights of fucking her husband should turn to another woman.
Janet's head was pounding and she groaned.
"I don't know what to do-oh, Christ, I just don't know what to do!"
Suddenly she was in Pat's warm arms and the younger girl was pressing her body against Janet's tense breasts. It all seemed too awful to be anything but a nightmare.
"Take it easy, Jan, maybe it will seem better if you took a little nap. Why don't you go in and lay down for a while. I'll give you a tranquilizer."
Janet looked at her new friend gratefully. That was exactly what she wanted to do ... to crawl into a warm comfortable bed and pull the world in around her ... to blot out the awful images and memories of herself degrading her body with the obscene professor.
She allowed herself to be led into the darkened bedroom where she undressed quickly and got into the bed while Pat went to the medicine cabinet for the pills. When she returned she had a glass of water.
"Here," she said soothingly, "take these and you'll be asleep in no time at all. I'll wake you in a couple of hours, okay?"
The powerful pills worked quickly and Janet was soon sleeping soundly, her body curled up in a fetal position in the warm and comfortable bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You won't forget our date tomorrow night, will you?" Helen Davidson called out to Gary Willis as the mechanic started away from the car. "I'll pick you up after work, okay?"
Gary turned and gave her a smile and a wave as she drove out of the station. His cock still ached from her hot little pussy as he trudged toward the office where his boss waited angrily.
"Where in the hell you been, Gary?" the man scowled. "You were just supposed to take that broad around the block and find out what was wrong with her car! You've been gone damned near an hour!"
"Yeh, I know," he lied smoothly. "But the thing quit on me. The gas line to the fuel pump was loose and it was loosing suction. It only took me a minute to tighten it up after I found the leak. Here," he said, pulling out one of the two twenty dollar bills Helen Davidson had given him, "she gave me this and said she couldn't wait for a receipt."
The service station manager calmed down a little as he took the twenty dollars and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
"For services rendered, huh?" the manager laughed lewdly, winking at Gary. "How come you get all the cunt, man? How come none of these broads come sniffing around me for some cock?"
Gary just laughed, thinking about Helen Davidson.
* * *
Janet woke slowly, her tired limbs and depressed mind not wanting to face the cold reality of consciousness. She stirred reluctantly and her hands tried to pull the warm covers over her head. For a few agonized moments she tried to fight the awakening, then gave in to it as she heard the sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom.
She lowered the covers from her head and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It read four forty-five and she knew that Gary would be getting home from work soon.
She scrambled out of the bed quickly and tried to find the light switch. While she was still groping around the room the bathroom door opened and Pat Thompson stepped into the room, her lovely young body wrapped in a huge soft towel. Her hair was pinned up and without makeup she looked like a teenager.
"What are you doing up?" Pat asked. "You should still be sleeping!"
"I've got to get home," Janet replied groggily. "My husband will be home soon and I've got to be there!"
Then, suddenly she remembered what had happened today and she collapsed on the bed, her head in her hands and loud sobs escaped her lips.
"OH, my God ... my God!"
Pat rushed over and sat down beside the unhappy bride.
"I'll call your husband and tell him you'll be late," she said, the towel slipping from her damp lovely shoulders as she pulled Janet into her arms.
"Oh, Pat, would you?" Janet said. "I just couldn't face him now after ... after what's happened. I need time to think!"
"You get back under the covers and let me worry about Gary," Pat ordered, helping her new friend crawl back under the blanket. "I'll go call your apartment-you just relax and let me help you!"
Pat rearranged the towel around her voluptuous body and went into the front room. She dialed the number Janet had given her and waited impatiently as the phone rang without answer. She waited for another minute and then replaced the receiver in the cradle.
Her mind was racing with obscene thoughts of the lovely older girl lying naked in her bed in the other room. Pat shivered as she tried to imagine her pink little tongue and warm mouth sucking the sweet juices from Janet's quivering pussy. Her hand had unconsciously gone down to her damp pussy and was lewdly strumming her own clitoris as the warmth continued to spread through her burning loins.
Pat had been turned off of men early in her young life. A callous gardener at her father's estate had seduced her when she was fifteen and anxious for sexual experience of any type. His huge cock had ripped her almost apart, tearing the tender cuntal flesh as he cruelly thrust into her again and again until she was screaming with pain. When a sympathetic private tutor in the same household had found out about the girl's agonizing experience, she had soothed Pat's brutalized young pussy with her mouth while teaching the girl the secret of wonderful lesbian practices.
Since that time, Pat had never allowed herself to be touched by any man. Instead, she took her pleasures with the lovely roommates she chose at boarding school and then university. And now she intended to include Janet in her list of conquests.
She went back into the bedroom, her mind busy with plans for the seduction. She knew that Janet was emotionally drained from the professor's cruel and unethical fucking.
"Still awake?" Pat called out to the body under the covers.
"Yes," Janet replied, her fevered brain still reeling from all that had happened today and the after-effects of the strong sleeping pill.
Pat removed the towel from her luscious young body and got into bed with her guest, careful not to touch the other girl with her warm body.
"Your husband isn't home yet," she said soothingly. "I'll try again in a little while."
"T-thank you, Pat," Janet replied. "I'd like to stay with you for a little while longer if I may?"
Pat edged a little closer until her hip was just barely touching Janet's. Her fingers came down on the other girl's heated flesh and began to caress her long thigh.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn," Janet moaned with pleasure at the contact, unable to control her need for physical comforting. "Oh, Pat, you've been so good to me!"
Immediately picking up the cue, Pat pressed her whole body into Janet, little goose-bumps starting as she felt her rock-hard pink nipples pressing against Janet's side. Her hands began to roam up and down the dejected girl's body, darting from place to place in an enticing movement that made the other girl want to cry out for Pat to continue.
"I'll always be your friend, honey," Pat purred in a low sexy voice. "Just relax and let me take care of you. Men are such pigs and they just don't realize how badly they can hurt a girl!"
Janet nodded her agreement, thinking o: how she had been treated by Gary and Bill Davidson. It was true, of course, that the professor had brought her to the ecstasy of orgasm, but he had done it by deceiving her.
She turned her body until she was lying flat on her back, her legs parted slightly am her quivering pussy filled with the warmth of slowly-erupting passion. Despite everything, she thought, she still needed to once again experience the joy of exquisite sensations shooting through her pussy and belly.
Pat's fingers were slowly trailing in little circles around Janet's swelling breasts, teasing the straining pink nipples into erection as her hot breath fluttered against Janet's tousled hair and shoulder.
The young wife suddenly felt an overwhelming need to thrust her body against Pat's and she did so quickly, surprising the other with the eagerness of her movements.
"Oh, Pat, I'm so confused," she wailed, feeling the rock-hard nipples pushing against her own. "What Professor Davidson did was so wrong but ... "she paused, trying to force the words out of her throat, ". . . but I never felt anything so wonderful in my life as when he ... "
Pat put a finger to Janet's lips to silence her as she threw her leg over the young wife's thigh, the wispy damp pubic hair-lined cuntal furrow pressing against the creamy trembling flesh.
"Don't talk, honey, just lie here and let me hold you!"
Pat knew that the battle was almost over and that soon her avid mouth would be sucking lustily on the almost virginal pussy. At the other girl's squirming movements to press even closer, Pat increased the massaging and caressing of Janet's voluptuous breasts. Then, Janet's arms went around her smoothly, warmly, and their young trembling bodies came together tightly. Pat brought her mouth down softly and warmly on Janet's slightly-parted lips. Janet gasped and sucked Pat's tongue in between her lips, drawing deeply on it, trapping it between them as her own tongue drew hard on it.
It was as if the movement were something familiar that she had been doing for years and Janet felt no shame or embarrassment when the younger girl slid one hand down low to the tautly clenched thighs and worked her fingers into the smooth pink slit between them as her tongue dueled wantonly with Janet's.
Incredibly, Janet was responding warmly and the room seemed to swim as the tips of Pat's breasts pressed into hers and sent a ripple of pleasure surging through her.
Finally, it was Pat who broke the embrace.
"I can show you something that no man can do really well," she whispered. "Shall I?"
Janet was even more confused than before but she knew that what was happening was now out of her control. The other girl's hand was still firmly wedged between her trembling thighs and the fingers were driving her crazy as they played lewdly on her burning clitoris.
"I ... I don't know," she moaned, "oh, God, yesssss ... . "
"Pat's warm body slipped down on the bed until her head was pressing against Janet's fearfully trembling belly. Janet slowly began to undulate her hips, parting her legs slightly as Pat's long dark hair trailed across the flat white belly.
Then, Pat's mouth was nuzzling her lower stomach obscenely, her tongue slashing at the quaking young flesh. Her hands eased behind Janet, drawing her closer and Janet instinctively thrust her pelvis upward, opening herself to the lewdly seeking spear of pink tongue that played softly on the curls of her pubic mound and then darted wetly against the outer lips of Janet's traitorously swelling cunt. Pat licked there for a moment, barely penetrating the outer lips in teasing anticipation of what was soon to come.
"Ooooooooh-h-h!" Janet moaned, caught up in a passion that she didn't know she was capable of.
Pat's mouth was all over her, hot and vibrant and seeking, her fingers trailing over the milk-white flesh of Janet's body, seeking out secret spots that even Janet hadn't been aware of. She found herself gasping, involuntarily undulating to the love-making of the eager young dark-haired girl as Pat's heavily rounded breasts pressed themselves against while her avidly seeking lips unwaveringly traced their lewd course.
"Oh ... yes ... that's it ... oooooohhhhhh, it feels so good!" Janet cooed.
Pat's fingers were up between her legs next, tickling and rubbing and massaging, and then two fingers entered her softly protesting cunt and worked their way gradually up into the tender vaginal depths. Janet began to moan beneath the girl's lust-inciting ministrations, humping her pubic mound upwards, and spreading her gently quivering legs wider for her voluptuous partner. She wondered what unplumbed depths of passion still remained within herself, and suddenly realized that a woman could be a much more skilled lover than a man. Her hands reached out for Pat's slowly moving head.
She could feel the juices of passion already running from her swollen, throbbing pussy as Pat moved over to kneel up between her legs. She arched her back, offering up the aching mound of her pubis.
"Kiss me," she whispered hoarsely. "Kiss my pussy!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Pat murmured in reply.
Then, as Pat's fingers skillfully opened her cuntal lips wide, the dark-haired head dipped slowly and Janet felt the searing touch of her tongue on the desire-inflamed flesh of her cunt. It slashed the full length of her hotly pulsating pussy, and turned the coral-hued folds to liquid fire. like a bird's tongue, it flickered from side to side, up and down, over the rigid pleasure bud of her clitoris, and finally, snake-like, deep into her lustfully burning vagina.
"Suck my pussy ... oh, God, suck it nowwwwwww!"
Janet gasped as she felt the softly sucking lips close wetly over her yearning pussy-flesh, and she cried out softly, thrusting up hard as her thighs clenched automatically up around the beautiful face. Pat opened her eyes and the slanted jewels met Janet's gaze in a look of mingled pleasure and triumph. Her tongue smoothly licked over every inch of Janet's quivering cunt, first the slick outer lips, then delving deeper, teasing, tasting, titillating, bringing Janet closer to the verge of ecstasy by the moment.
Janet wailed loudly as she tossed madly on the bed, opening her steaming loins up even wider, crying out, her hands clutching at the mass of dark hair, drawing Pat's head down painfully hard against the tender, trembling mound of her pussy.
"I'm coming ... I'm commmmmm-mmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnggggggg!" she cried out as she felt the fluid gush down from her pulsing cuntal slit and out over the lips which eagerly covered it. Her body was on fire, and nothing could put it out but the greedy tongue buried deep up inside her wildly thrashing cunt.
"Again! Oh, please, make me come again!"
Pat continued her lewd oral lovemaking determinedly, eagerly, insatiable, bringing Janet to peak after orgasmic peak, until Janet was drained and limp, unable to participate beyond lying there spread-eagled on the bed, offering her young quivering body. Finally, Pat slowly abandoned her feast and slid up on the bed and took Janet into her arms. Her warm mouth sought the other girl's eagerly, and Janet could taste her own come, thick and rich on the young student's mouth. She licked wantonly at them and plunged her own tongue deeply between the passion-swollen lips.
Their bodies were slick with the perspiration of their endeavors and the air was pungent with the musky odors of their female flesh.
Janet slid a hand between Pat's thighs and felt the hot slippery pussy down there. She brought her fingers back up to her lips and licked it away, heady with the taste.
"I better go call your husband," Pat whispered, anxious to complete the conversation and have Janet with her for another hour or so. "I'll just be a minute!"
Janet didn't protest. She lay in bed and waited while Pat went into the front room and held a hurried conversation on the telephone. When she came back she slipped quickly into the bed and took the other girl into her arms again.
"Everything's cool!" she murmured against Janet's panting breasts. "He sounded a little pissed-off but I told him I'd have you home by seven at the latest!"
"I wish I could stay here forever!"
Janet blushed as the words came out. But it was true. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to lay in Pat's arms for the rest of her life.
"I guess I should be sorry for seducing you, but I'm not the least bit repentant!" Pat said warmly, nuzzling her nose against the still rigid nipples of Janet's luscious breasts.
"I don't want you to be sorry for anything!" Janet protested in reply. "I wanted it more than you did!"
As if to emphasize her words, Janet kissed her new friend warmly. Their bodies came together and their tongues dueled sweetly. Janet's hand went to the twin mounds of Pat's voluptuous breasts and squeezed them, feeling the nipples rising hard as Pat shifted on the bed so that their legs became entangled in warmly rubbing intimacy.
After a moment, Janet moved up and over the student so that she could take first one nipple and then the other, into her ripe lips.
Her tongue traced tiny circles around them, and she sucked lightly. She worked her other hand down between Pat's softly trembling thighs and found the passion-drenched mass of her pubic hair and cupped it, rubbing slowly, while her mouth continued to work on the other girl's naked pulsating breasts. She felt Pat's finger sifting through her golden hair, then lightly pressuring and guiding her head downward.
"Do me," Pat murmured lewdly. "Do me now, honey, please!"
Janet let herself kiss and lick the silken flesh of Pat's softly heaving belly, then down around the soft curls of her pubic triangle. Suddenly she could find nothing in her nostrils except the musky smell of Pat's warmly seeping pussy, and the scent raised new and strangely obscene desires in her mind.
She knew what she had to do. Just one time. She had to!
Clumsily, she parted Pat's legs and slid kneeling up between them. The pulsing pussy slit of the other girl's cunt was inches from her face, its heady odor filling her nostrils as they flared with her excited lust.
With her fingers she parted the fleshy lips of Pat's hungrily dilating cunt and saw the pinkly glistening folds of the student's inner pussy. It gleamed slickly with droplets of her coming from their first lovemaking. She had to taste this, lick it away, devour it. With a soft gasp, she dove on it, her tongue spearing out, sinking into the soft flesh as it made contact and swiped the full length of the female-tasting pussy. She heard Pat cry out softly above her head and felt the mound come up urgently against her lewdly questing lips.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Suck it! Oh, God, suck my pussy!"
Janet pressed her mouth down harder against it, sucking and licking with un-equaled abandon. She felt the little spear of Pat's clitoris with her lips and captured it, sucking voraciously, swirling her tongue around the sensitive little bud until-almost immediately-Pat was crying out and thrusting up against her and trembling as a great gushing of thick, musky love-moisture gushed into the young wife's waiting mouth.
"Oh, darling ... I'm coming!"
Janet licked and swallowed wildly, her hair tossing in a golden mass of curls over the widespread milk white thighs of the younger girl. Her hands found the firmly shaped mounds of Pat's quivering buttocks and she spread them wide, to gain greater access to the banquet of cuntal flesh, and she worked first one, and then two fingers deep up into the thrashing little anus, fucking in and out uncontrollably with them as Pat continued to spend her vaginal secretions freely.
"Don't stop!" Pat wailed, thrusting her burning pussy and anus up to meet the twin spearing of tongue and fingers. "I want to come forever!"
Janet's tongue buried itself deeply up inside the writhing cunt, the pointed tip seeking and twisting lewdly around in the velvety inner flesh that continued to pour out the delicious juices.
Deep within her own body she could feel the spasm begin again, her own flowing juices running out of the desperately clenching pussy and down her trembling thighs as she knelt over the thrashing young girl and licked wildly at her widely splayed loins.
"Darling ... darling ... darling!" Pat cried out. "Swing around on the bed. Let me taste your sweet cunt too!"
Although she had never done it before, Janet knew instinctively what Pat wanted. Without letting her gulping, frenzied lips lose contact with Pat's delicious cunt, she turned her body so that they were lying upside down to each other, face-to-loins. She felt Pat's hands on her thighs and let her part them wide. Then the other girl's face was deep between her legs and her tongue was dipping lewdly into the young wife's vagina, and her finger was fucking in and out of Janet's tightly clenching ass-hole.
Janet continued her own licking and sucking and finger-fucking until she was utterly exhausted and finally satiated. Then she began a slow, steady kissing and light tonguing of the pulsing cunt while Pat came down in the same easy relaxing way.
"Everything's cool," she murmured against Janet's softly heaving breasts. "He sounded a little pissed-off, but I told him I'd have you home by seven at the latest!"
"I wish I could stay here forever! You're wonderful!"
"Wonderful enough to make you forget that sex-maniac Davidson?"
Janet giggled and nodded. Then, seeing that it was almost seven o'clock, she jumped from the bed and started dressing.
"I wish there really were some way I could come and live with you, Pat," she said seriously as she slipped into her panties and bra.
"Me too," Pat replied, rising and getting dressed too. "I can't think of anything in the world more beautiful than having that sweet little pussy of yours all to myself."
Pat drove Janet home. They sat in front of the apartment building where Gary waited, neither of them wanting to say goodbye. Finally, Janet got out of the car.
"Do you want me to go up with you?" Pat asked. "I mean, you might need some moral support to face that bastard of a husband of yours."
"Thanks, but I can handle him alone," Janet replied, clearly not convinced that the words she spoke were true. "I'll call you tomorrow."
She watched as Pat drove off and then went up the stairs toward her apartment.
Gary was sitting in front of the loudly playing television, a can of beer in his hand, when Janet let herself into the small flat.
"Where in the hell have you been?" he demanded, furious that he had had to fix his own supper. "And who in the hell is that broad that telephoned me?"
Suddenly Janet was more angry than she could remember being in months.
"That 'broad' happens to be the daughter of one of the trustees of the university!" she snapped, her face flushed and her angry eyes flashing.
"Big deal! I suppose she's a snooty little bitch who thinks her shit don't stink!"
Janet was so furious with her husband that she wanted to slap him across the face. Instead, she fought to get herself under control as she watched him sip his beer.
"I saw you today," she said coldly.
"Huh? You saw me where?"
"You were driving Mrs. Davidson's car and she was practically sitting in your lap!"
She wanted to punish him and she was rewarded with a guilty, shamefaced look.
"I was just test-driving her car," Gary alibied, uncomfortable under his wife's stare. "I was working!"
"Don't lie to me, I know all about Mrs. Davidson and her..." she struggled to find the right words. ". . . and her need to be beaten by men like you!"
Gary was shocked by the terrible truth and he got to his feet. His legs were wobbly from the beer he had drunk since getting off work and he was unsteady as he approached his wife.
"It's a goddamned lie!" he said drunkenly, slurring his words. "Who the hell told you a fucking story like that?"
For a moment Janet was tempted to believe his denial. After all, she told herself, she had only Pat's gossip to go on. Then, she saw an obscene smile play across his lips and she knew that it was true.
"What's the matter, baby, you jealous?"
Gary was fondling his swollen cock beneath his trousers, his grimy hand obscene and sickening as it tried to massage the disgusting penis into erection.
"Why should you give a fuck what I do?" he continued. You sure as shit ain't putting out very often!"
"No, I'm not jealous," she said in a cold voice. "I'm shamed and humiliated and disgusted with you-but not jealous! You can shove that dirty thing into any alley-cat you like from now on, I'm going to stay with my friend until I decide whether or not to leave you for good!"
She wheeled and raced out of the apartment before he could stop her. Her reeling brain was filled with confused thoughts and the tears were streaming from her eyes as she went quickly down the stairway. She could hear Gary calling down the stairs at her retreating figure.
"Come back here, you little bitch!"
She was relieved to find that he was too drunk to follow her. Her trembling legs carried her to the nearest phone booth and she quickly dialed Pat's number.
Pat's surprised voice promised to come immediately to pick her up. As she waited, Janet wondered how her life could have fallen apart so easily in just a few hours.
By the time that Pat pulled her expensive sports car to a screeching halt in front of the phone booth, Janet was near emotional collapse, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as the agonized sobs escaped her crimson lips.
They drove back to Pat's apartment in silence and Janet allowed herself to be undressed and put to bed. The last thing she remembered was Pat's warm kiss.
CHAPTER FIVE
Pat was already gone to school for the first day of the fall semester when Janet shook her groggy mind and body awake and sat up in the soft bed.
There was a note addressed to her propped up be the bedside clock and she read it quickly:
JAN, HONEY
HAD TO LEAVE EARLY-PLEASE
MEET ME IN THE STUDENT
CAFETERIA AT NOON. DON'T WORRY
ABOUT A THING-WE'LL WORK OUT
ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS-LOVE-PAT Janet knew that she should have started her own classes today, but she just couldn't face anyone so soon after her confrontation with Gary. Instead, she took a long, luxurious bath and then watched television.
Her own silk dress and underwear were rumpled and soiled, so she borrowed clothing from Pat's ample closet. She chose a simple blouse and a skirt that fit so tightly she blushed. She completed her wardrobe by slipping her feet into a pair of Mexican sandals.
As she walked toward the campus cafeteria she wondered what was going to happen to her. She had neither the money nor the ability to wire her parents for any that would allow her to live apart from Gary. His salary was barely adequate for their modest apartment and their simple expenses. But she knew that she would have to do something to support herself. Perhaps I can get a job as a waitress, she thought idly, pushing her way into the crowded cafeteria and scanned the room for Pat.
Suddenly, Pat was at her side, a pretty smile on her face and a large bag under her arm.
"Hi, honey," she said brightly. "I didn't realize this place was going to be so crowded so I got us some sandwiches. We can eat out on the lawn, okay?"
Janet was relieved at not having to fight her way through the milling, boisterous students and she gladly followed her young friend out onto the tree-shaded lawn.
Soon she was wolfing down the food that Pat had brought, marveling at her own appetite. Then she remembered that she hadn't eaten yesterday and she attacked another sandwich.
"Hey, take it easy," Pat called out between bites of her own sandwich. "You'll make yourself sick wolfing down your food that way!"
After they had finished eating, Pat threw herself down on her back on the soft grass and looked up at Janet.
"Feel better today?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "You were a mess last night!"
The depressed young wife told Pat what had happened when she had gone home to face Gary and how he had drunkenly insulted her.
"The dirty bastard!"
Pat's voice was filled with anger and scorn for the mechanic and she made no attempt to disguise the contempt she had for him.
"What am I going to do?" Janet asked, her face a study in agony and frustration. "I don't even have money enough to get a hotel room until I can figure things out."
"You'll stay with me, of course!" Pat replied. "And my dear old dad has enough influence around here to get you a scholarship so money is no problem." She paused and stared intently at Janet. "The thing that worries me is your husband. He sounds like a violent son-of-a-bitch to me!"
"I'll just have to wait until the right moment and then tell him what I've decided to do," Janet said slowly. "I guess it'll mean a divorce!"
The thought of having the beautiful young wife living with her filled Pat with delight. But she was worried about what Gary would do when he found out. The last thing in the world she wanted was for him to come to her apartment and cause a drunken scene.
"I'll tell you what," she announced to Janet. "Why don't we get it over with today. We'll go to the service station where your husband works and just tell him you're leaving him.
That way I'll be there if he tries any rough stuff."
"Oh, Pat, would you?"
The smiling student assured her friend that she would and they made plans to meet after Pat's last class. Then, she rose and hurried off, assuring the still-depressed young wife that everything would be all right.
The next few hours went quickly, and promptly at four o'clock Pat picked up Janet in front of the apartment. Gary was nowhere to be seen when they pulled into the service station.
"Can I help you," the dour station manager asked, coming up to stand beside the open car.
"I'm looking for Gary," Janet replied.
"What the hell has that guy got?" the man asked angrily. His lewd eyes went down to the two girl's lovely legs and he stared at them appreciatively. "He ain't hardly got any time for work with all you broads in here looking for him all the goddamned time!"
"I'm his wife!" Janet said archly. "Is he here or not?"
The man did a double take. He had never seen Janet before and he marveled at how beautiful she was. It was obvious from his bold stare that he envied his employee.
"Oh, yea. Well, he ain't here. Some broad picked him up in a big car about a half-hour ago!" he paused. "To tell the truth I wouldn't look at another broad if I had something at home like you!"
He chuckled obscenely at his own wit.
"As a matter-of-fact, I'd be more than happy to look after you if Gary is too busy," he continue as his grease-stained hand went down to his crotch and the swollen penis that throbbed under his trousers. "Any time, sweetheart! Just give me a chance any time you get lonely!"
Pat put the car into gear and roared away, leaving the surprised man cursing at them as he struggled to keep his balance.
They drove back to the campus and parked.
"What now?" Pat asked.
"He must be with Mrs. Davidson," Janet replied wearily.
They sat there for another moment trying to control their anger and frustration at not being able to confront the young husband.
Pat turned to her friend.
"Look, honey, we've got to get this thing resolved! Let's go over and talk to the professor. Let him take care of Gary and his wife. I don't give a damn what he does or how he does it as long as he keeps Gary away from us," she paused for a moment and then added. "And as long as he keeps his fucking hands off of you!"
Janet had no desire to face Professor Davidson but she knew that they would have to do it sooner or later and she agreed. It seemed to her that everything was coming to a head and that she was facing either tragedy or freedom from the oppressive marriage.
They parked in front of the professor's house and were surprised to find Helen's car in the driveway.
"Gary must be with someone else," Janet said, stunned to think that her young husband might have more than one willing girlfriend.
"It doesn't make any difference," Pat prodded, seeing the resolve in her friend's mind disappearing. "We'll take care of Bill Davidson now and worry about Gary later!"
The unhappy young wife wasn't entirely convinced that they were doing the right thing but she followed Pat up the walk toward the house. Oh, God, make me strong enough to see this thing through, she prayed silently.
No one answered their knock.
"Someone has to be here," Pat said in exasperation, pointing to the parked car. "Knock again!"
Janet rapped louder.
When there was still no answer from inside the house, Pat pulled her friend away from the door.
"They're probably out at the pool. Let's go back there and check."
As they went around the side of the house Janet felt her resolve disappearing. She didn't want to face Professor Davidson or anyone else right now. She wanted only to go back to Pat's apartment and do the strange and delightful things they had started yesterday.
The pool was green and sparkling but there was no one in the back yard. Sliding glass doors led to the house and there was the faint beat of music coming from inside.
"What now?" Janet asked, hoping Pat would agree to leave.
"Let's go in and see if we can find him," Pat replied, going toward the glass doors. "We have to get this resolved once and for all!"
The reluctant young bride followed on leaden feet, her eyes darting around the study. She saw a tall glass on the desk, frosted with moisture and with ice-cubes still firm.
"Look," she said to Janet. "He must have been here just a few moments ago!"
Janet's brain was reeling with uncertainty. Then, suddenly, she knew what she had to do. It was her own responsibility to face Bill Davidson and demand that he leave her alone. She no longer cared about Gary and Mrs. Davidson, what ever they did was all right with her as long as Gary didn't bother her anymore. She turned to face her friend.
"Pat, I want you to leave now and let me do this alone!"
"What? You can't be serious if you think I'm going to leave you here alone with that lecher!"
"But I want you to!" Janet replied, her lips drawn in a firm line and her resolve never stronger. "Don't you see? I've always been weak and let other people do things for me. This time I want to do it on my own. I'll feel better just knowing that I'm capable of resolving my own problems for a change"
Her bewildered friend shook her head. Then, Pat realized how important that this was to Janet and she quickly went to the trembling girl.
"All right, honey, if this is what you want!" she murmured, feeling Janet's warm body against her own. "But if you aren't back at the apartment in an hour I'm going to come back and get you-understand?"
"I promise I'll get it over with and leave as soon as I can," Janet assured her friend. "Now hurry up and leave before he comes in and finds us!"
Pat left the same way they had come in.
As soon as Pat's figure had disappeared outside the sliding glass doors Janet felt a sudden moment of panic and she wondered if she had done the right thing. It was one thing to make up your mind to do something so frightening, it was something else to actually be doing it!
Then her legs trembling with anxiety, Janet went toward the door that led to the rest of the house. She walked as quietly as she could, wanting the element of surprise to be on her side.
The hallway was empty and cool but she thought she heard something toward the other end of the house. Still walking on tip-toes, she slipped down the hallway until she was standing in front of a strange glassed-in room that was filled with luxurious tropical plants. She could hear soft sounds coming from inside but she couldn't identify them nor was she able to see into the room.
"Admiring my plants?"
The whispered question from behind her startled Janet and she almost screamed with shock. She stifled the cry that threatened to erupt from her throat and turned to find Bill Davidson staring at her, a lewd smile on his face.
"I-I was looking for you," she managed to blurt out, her chest heaving and her breath coming in frightened gasps. "I have to talk to you!"
"I didn't expect you until five o'clock," Bill replied, taking Janet's arm and pulling her toward the glassed-in room.
"I came early so that I could get it over with quickly," Janet answered. She tried to shake his arm away but he increased the pressure.
Bill Davidson stopped for a moment and stared at the young lovely woman. He could see that she was upset and he wondered if someone had told her about him, "Why are you so nervous?" he asked bluntly.
"I-I ... I've found out what a disgusting person you are!"
There! It was out and she couldn't take it back even if she wished to. Janet saw the look of shock on his face and she was happy to know that she had scored.
"I don't know what people have been telling you about me, but it's all lies!" he defended himself, his voice rising slightly as he tried to figure out what to do. He hadn't planned on the young bride discovering his character until he had used her body in the way he wanted-destroying her ability to resist him while he led her further and further downward toward total degradation.
Bill Davidson knew that he had to do something quickly if he were to preserve his perfect record. He refused to admit defeat-even now that Janet was threatening him.
Janet giggled irrationally.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded.
"I'm laughing at what a pitiful creature you are! Oh, I know how stupidly I've acted ... letting you seduce me with that sex counseling thing wasn't very bright of me! But at least I've learned something from this experience. And if you don't leave me alone and never bother me again I'll ... I'll ... " she paused, trying to think of the worst thing she could threaten him with. ". . . I'll get Pat Thompson to tell her father about you!"
It was Bill's turn to laugh. He threw back his head and roared. He could tell what the outcome was going to be and he couldn't resist showing her his scorn for the threats she was making.
The confused girl didn't know why he was laughing so foolishly but she suspected that it was going to be bad news for her. In a moment he had stopped laughing and had begun to pull her toward the glassed-in room again.
"So you're going to have Pat tell her father on me, are you? And how do you think he'd react if he found out his daughter is the school dyke? Oh, I know all about Miss Thompson and her ... shall we say proclivity for tender young pussy! God, what a laugh! Doesn't Pat realize that I've got a very interesting little letter from her former roommate where she tells me all about your lesbian friend?" He paused and his voice hardened. "I don't think her father would be too pleased about that, do you?"
Janet knew instinctively that Bill Davidson had won, just as he had probably won in every other confrontation like this. She didn't know what to do next-it all seemed so hopeless. All of her wonderful plans were suddenly being dashed and she couldn't bear to think of not moving in with Pat.
"Please-you wouldn't tell anyone about Pat, would you?" she begged him. "Just let me go home-I'll never bother you again. Oh, please, don't do anything to Pat!"
The crooked, lewd smile on Bill's handsome face told her that he wasn't listening to her. Instead, his attention was focused on her luscious breasts and the quivering pussy between her legs. She could feel them boring holes in the blouse and skirt she wore as he pulled her into the room.
"I have something I want you to see," he said cruelly. "This is really going to put the frosting on the cake for you!"
Janet couldn't understand what it was that he wanted her to see in the tropical plant-filled room. The air was heavy and oppressive from the humidity of the room and she could feel the perspiration already forming on her face.
"What is it?" she wailed, struggling to get out of his vise-like grip.
"I've been thinking," he replied, ignoring her question. "I just might be persuaded not to blow the whistle on Pat if you're nice to me.
The gleam in his eye left little room for doubt as to what he had in mind. Janet's confused mind tried to tell her to scream-to beat her clenched fists against his hard-muscled chest-to do anything to escape the obscenity of what he was suggesting.
"Yes," he continued, "I think we could work out some arrangement where you could have Pat whenever you wanted as long as you continued to see me occasionally. How does that sound?"
Janet gasped. He was telling her that everything would be alright if she prostituted herself to him in return for his promise to keep quiet about the young lesbian.
"You're despicable!"
"Are you any better?" he asked. "After all, you're a married woman and yet you've let me fuck you and you've obviously been to bed with Pat! Are your morals any better than mine?"
Janet knew that what he was saying was true. She had violated every moral code that she had ever held important. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to agree to what he was asking.
"My husband would kill you if he knew what you were asking me to do," she said, trying to make her voice convincing.
Bill laughed again.
"I think he'll be too busy with my wife to want to kill me," he replied brutally. "You see, he and Helen have taken quite a imagine to one another!"
She had forgotten about Gary and the older woman and the sudden reminder made her wince. Oh, God, she thought to herself, what have I done to deserve this?
Bill released her arm and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her resisting body to his, his passionate breath falling on her cheeks as he assured her that everything was going to be alright.
A gleaming tear nestled in the corner of her eye, then slowly rolled over the lid and along the gentle slope of her cheeks. Motionless, she watched him raise his and felt him wipe the falling tear from the corner of her mouth. Her lips were parted and still trembling, their rich flavor beckoning him to cover her mouth with his own.
Despite everything she felt about the cruel professor, she didn't wince when his lips closed over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing, searching ever so gently in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. She tried to tell herself that he was evil-a man who would stop at nothing to get his own way with her body. But suddenly, she didn't care anymore. She was ruined with Gary and probably now with Pat. And she had to admit that it felt wonderful to be kissed romantically and tenderly by a mature man who could be so gentle. She remembered how exquisite his first caresses had been and how skillfully he had brought her to orgasm yesterday for the first time in her young life.
Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer, tighter against her slender youthful body. She could feel his muscles contracting and relaxing beneath his clothing and her skirt and blouse felt more like a barrier than anything else. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top four buttons and the rich quivering firmness of her breasts strained against him.
His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth more urgently and she felt his hand sliding over her back. Strained to the breaking point by her adultery with him and Pat, and still thinking about how Gary had always treated her, her mind couldn't reject the lascivious tinglings that coursed through her quivering loins. It felt so wonderful, so romantic-as if she were in the movies on a deserted island with Bill-kissing, slipping her tongue around his, feeling his strength and maturity surround her. Every delicious sensation and muddled thought worked to blacken the almost obscure horrors of her memory of why she was here. Instinctively, she responded to his subtle caresses and pressed her wanting body to him with every fiber of her strength.
She moaned in ecstasy as she undulated her hips forward, then to the side, like a wanton whore.
No! she thought suddenly. Impossible! There, thick and rigid, his pulsing cock pressed eagerly against her pelvis, against the hidden curls of her pubic mound. The face of Pat flashed through her mind and with it came the memories of the wonderful lovemaking of last night. Even now Pat was waiting for Janet back at the apartment-ready to accept her into her loving arms and fill her body with such ecstasy.
She was a fool-a silly fool who would let herself be seduced again by the man who took whatever he wanted without thought to her. She couldn't let this happen again.
"Mmmmmmmmm, no, no," she whispered frantically and tried to push herself away from his dangerous weapon. She couldn't let him do it again ... to touch her ... to slide his warm and fervent hand down between her trembling milky-white thighs and start her on the course of passion that would allow no return. She knew that she was a fraud. A sexual fraud who hungered for a man and a woman at the same time!
"What the hell are you trying to do?" he demanded, trying to pull her back into his arms. "Dammit, stop it!"
"No, no," she whimpered, frightened by the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to resist his huge throbbing phallus. "I've got to go now ... please, let me go!"
"I'll let you go soon, bitch, but first I want to show you something!"
He dragged her to one mirror-like wall of the room. Pushing aside the plants that lined it, he turned to face the struggling girl.
"I want to show you what your precious husband is doing with my wife!" he said cruelly, reaching out with his free hand and flicking a switch on the wall. "This is a one-way mirror that looks in on our bedroom. J want you to see how Gary and Helen act when they're in bed alone!"
The mirror-like wall had suddenly become a window on the bedroom and Janet gasped with horror as she saw two twisting bodies on the bed. For a moment she could hear only the sound of her own pounding heart in the stillness, but as she strained to see, she heard Bill flick another switch and the room was filled with obscene sounds.
She tried to shut her eyes and ears to the sights and sounds but it was no use-every nerve in her body strained to know what was happening."
Oh God! she cried silently and bit her lip to keep from screaming. Gary and Helen were clutching at each other in naked sexual abandonment-oblivious to the couple that watched them from the next room.
Janet saw Helen's face contorted with the far away stare of erotic obsession, her head rolling back and forth while Gary knelt between her legs, his tongue darting and obscenely licking her naked flesh. He teased her soft pinkish nipples to an excited tautness, then sucked voraciously at her heaving breasts as she cooed to his flashing tongue.
Watching them, Janet could not move a muscle. She was frozen where she stood, bending over the bench with her weight resting completely on her arms. The front of her blouse hung open, exposing her hanging breasts as they hardened quickly at the lurid sight of the two naked bodies moaning on the bed. She had never seen anything like it, though she had heard about stag movies and voyeurs-still, watching her own husband do it-watching them make violent love was wrong and dirty-but she couldn't leave now-something was holding her back.
"Jesus Christ, baby, get that fucking tongue working on my cunt!" Helen wailed, her long legs spreading wide. "Oh, hon, suck my pussy! Eat my box ... make me come! MAKE ME COMMMMMMMMMMMM-EEEEEE!"
Janet could see Helen's naked beauty, fresh and unmarked by anything but her immediate passion. Gary had already aroused her to an unreal reverie of passion and her mouth was open as her head rolled back and forth absently, her eyes staring inward at the delightful sexual electricity that coursed through her quivering, excited flesh.
Gary was moving, running his tongue over the gentle swell of her belly until he raised his head, holding it a finger-length away from the dark silken hairs that blanketed her succulent pubic mound. His hands eased over the perspiring softness of her tummy until his thumbs slithered through the downy pubic fur to the ruffled pink lips of her vagina. Janet licked her lips with the moist tip of her tongue when she saw him part the rippling pink cuntal lips and expose the tender wetness of her willing vagina. Through the moisture, the curling damp hair and the bright quivering cuntal lips, Janet could see the erect tip of the glistening clitoris.
"Hurry up, you bastard, suck my cunt! Suck my pussy!"
Gary's head lowered slowly and his tongue snaked out of his mouth, darting back and forth until it flicked lightly over the trembling clitoris that nestled in the raw wetness of Helen's open pink slit. Her body jumped almost spastically at the sensational shock of erotic electricity that pierced their way through her body and she automatically lifted her long smoothly tapered legs and clamped her ivory thighs around his head. Slowly she began to roll her hips back and forth, then up and down in an obscene rhythm of animal lust bent on rubbing the salacious tongue over her lust-hungering cunt until she could stand it no longer. Her tightly clenched teeth could not suppress the agonized and delightful mewls of pleasure that rumbled from her throat, making her sound even more sensuous and desirable with each undulating roll of her writhing hips.
"OOOOOOOOOHH! OOHHHHHHHH! THAT'S GOOD, LOVER!"
Helen's lewd words of encouragement and her twisting and undulating to the obscene sucking between her legs had Janet hypnotized. It was so horrid yet at the same time so fascinating to watch the couple enjoy each other's bodies that way.
Janet's hips had involuntarily picked up the lewd rhythm of Helen's body and she rolled them slowly back and forth. Her lust-inflamed mind imagined that she was down there under her husband's wonderful tongue, fighting the agonizing liquid pleasures that his tongue inspired in the moistness of her hair-lined pussy. Behind her, Bill had moved his hands from her waist around to her jiggling breasts and was gently rotating them in his palms, squeezing and pulling at her firm, quivering nipples until their tightness became almost painful. Her slowly rotating hips rubbed against his trousered loins, but she couldn't pull away. Instead, she half-consciously urged him to press more tightly against her swaying buttocks and push the thick pulsating head of his massive cock into the crevice between her softly quivering buttocks. Her skirt bunched up tightly and teased the tightly puckered anus with a perverted shiver of joy that shrieked without warning through her sexually stimulated body.
For the first time in her life she was feeling the hidden pleasures of raw, animal sex swelling up from the depths of her undiscovered being-and they were being aroused by the sight of her own husband fucking another woman. She couldn't find any resistance in her body when she felt Bill's hand move from her breasts and quickly pulled her skirt down over her flaring luscious hips.
"Oh, don't," she protested in a half-hearted voice, afraid that he would take her at her word. "We shouldn't ... oh, God, my legs are trembling so!"
She pushed back against his hand as he slid it carefully inside her skirt and quickly pushed the garment to the floor. Rolling her fully-rounded buttocks with the fascinating movements of Helen on the bed, she stared transfixed at Gary's lips as he lifted them from between Helen's widely-splayed thighs and onto her belly. Nipping, biting, licking, the lips and tongue worked slowly up Helen's frantically jerking body, making her squeal with a frustrated wanting every time he flicked his tongue at the exposed tips of her tight reddened nipples.
"Bite my tits," Helen begged, suddenly squealing as Gary's sharp teeth nipped her white flesh. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHH, that hurts so gooooooo-ooooooooddddddddddd!"
Janet was horrified and she tore her eyes away from the perverted sight. Her gaze focused on Gary's cock and for the first time she had a clear view of the familiar long, rigid prick jutting out from his crotch. She was fascinated by the massive thickness that so often plunged its pulsating rubbery thickness up into her pussy. She saw it pause over Helen's soft, fleece-covered pubic mound. For a moment the long reddened shaft hung precariously over the unprotected pussy, then moved forward, dragging the two swollen testicles over her belly.
Sliding easily over her glistening wet torso, he stopped suddenly and lowered himself until he sat on the firm upraised breasts with the little red teeth marks, crushing them flat with the heavy cheeks of his buttocks. Standing straight out, almost waving from his groin, his thick throbbing cock pointed directly at her open and trembling lips. He leaned back slightly and suddenly shoved the middle finger of one hand into her defenseless vagina, watching her with glee as she jerked and bucked against the finger worming into her smoothly clasping channel.
"What's he going to do?" Janet asked Bill
"He's getting her warmed up for a good mouth-fuck," he whispered in response.
Helen was completely at Gary's mercy and loved it with a masochistic joy that spread across her face as he reached for his threatening penis and began slowly rubbing the purplish head in small circles around her crimson lips. Then, suddenly, her tongue darted out at the teasing hardened tip and lapped up the tiny droplet of sperm hanging precariously from the small slit. A silken web of white hung from between her lips and the throbbing head of the huge phallus, and she strained upwards, her face contorted with pain in an effort to swallow the rest of the sticky string into her mouth. But Gary pulled his long hard cock just out of reach and she grunted and strained to reach the delicious liquid only to hear him laugh. She wanted that cock and its juices in her mouth and struggled to get to it while Janet fought valiantly only a few feet away.
"Don't you wish you were in there instead of Helen?" Bill asked lewdly. "Don't you wish you were sucking a good hard cock right now?"
Janet gasped with each of the choking breaths coming from Helen's lips as she struggled for possession of the teasing penis. Aching to know the glorious pleasures that drove Helen to madness, her eager muscles wantonly accepted the tortuous fondling of Bill's hand on her perspiring nakedness.
Every fiber in Janet's body shivered as one hand slid away from her breasts to trace a sensuous, exciting trail across her flat yielding belly and glide easily under the tight elastic of her nylon panties, teasing the soft curling pubic hair that covered her mound of Venus with a silken blonde triangle. Through the moist hair, then pausing for a moment, the finger raised slightly and slipped into the damp wetness of Janet's vaginal slit, scraping the tiny red bud of her clitoris with a shock that brought it suddenly swelling to life. Massive and throbbing, his thick penis nestled in the crevice between her undulating cheeks, its smoldering fires seeming to burn a tunnel between her quivering thighs. Another phallus, his searching finger, suddenly slipped into the hot wetness of her deep, wanting vagina, forcing a squeak of ecstasy from her constricted throat.
Bill started to rock gently forward, then back again and Janet responded eagerly, rolling her upraised buttocks in rhythm to the girl on the bed while Bill finger-fucked deliriously in and put of her lust-incited cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Janet moaned, hoping that the sound did not carry both ways.
Then, a choking, gurgling sound came from the bed and she looked to see a horrid sadistic grin on Gary's face. He had grabbed Helen's long hair and viciously pulled her up while he rammed the thick turgid head of his prick deep into the open gasping mouth. Janet gasped aloud, afraid that Helen would choke on the huge thickness. Instead, however, Helen suddenly began sucking voraciously at the long hardened pole as if it was the one thing in the world she lived for.
Gary raised himself to his knees, pulling her head higher, and with his other hand skewering her open clasping cunt, he began to rock back and forth brutally, buffeting her body while she sucked his long aching cock.
Janet couldn't believe what she saw, but she couldn't stop looking either. The woman sucked and licked at the huge instrument trying to get all of it into her expanding mouth. She was sucking on the in-stroke, blowing on the out-stroke and her eyes, blurred with animal passion, made the obscene spectacle even more erotic.
Bill had watched with lust-inciting fascination until the awful cock slid in and out of his wife's mouth, and he could hold back no longer. Throbbing with pent-up passion his jerking cock slid between her damp thighs and lodged against her quivering pussy, and he leaned forward, slurring into her ear, "Bend forward some more and I'll fuck you now-standing up from behind!"
"No!" she grunted through her tightly clenched teeth. "I can't do it! I just can't!"
"Goddammit, we're wasting time. You can still watch them while I fuck you and you'll really get a kick out of it," he told her and saw her visibly shudder at the obscene words.
Janet suddenly surrendered her body to Bill, swaying gently with a more subtle rhythm as she felt his hands quickly take hold of the tight elastic and pull her flimsy panties down over her long slender legs to the floor.
The hot humid air of the room washed over her exposed buttocks and she wanted to cry with shame. She was offering her tender young bottom to him as a gift, an obscene shameful gift that she would never forget, but she couldn't stop herself, she just couldn't. Gary was in the other room stuffing his massive cock into Helen's mouth while Janet waited to be fucked from the rear. It was a terrible nightmare and she wondered if she would ever wake up. But she couldn't help her naked excitement shuddering through her helpless body and in spite of her fear and degradation she surrendered like a whore to Bill's depraved will. It's no use, she thought blindly, and heard him drop to his knees behind and then felt the first touch of a man's tongue on her backside as he eagerly licked the moist crevice between her jiggling buttocks, stopping for a second to flick at the tiny elastic ring of her anus.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned aloud as the titillating tongue licked rapidly between the cheeks of her ass sending waves of blistering electricity through her lust-maddened body. She snuggled her upraised buttocks backwards and involuntarily began screwing tiny circles around the torturing tip of his red, wet tongue, devouring the exciting lascivious rape of her virginal backside. Flashes of hot and cold shivered through her every nerve as she reveled in the new exciting sensations. It was a terrible, evil thing to think about, but when it was happening, really happening, she could conceive no other feeling in the world-only the rasping wet circling tongue that lashed back and forth along the smooth, white crevice of her ass-cheeks. Now she knew for the first time what other women had always known, the pleasure, the inexplicable joys of sex, and mouths and sucking-all the things she had never dared explore before were now becoming real and meaningful to her
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh! Oh, yes, do it there!" she mewled her voice sounding strange. Her need was urgent and she lost herself in the wonderful sensations that surged through her trembling body.
Then suddenly he stopped licking and a gush of frustration passed through her lips. She sensed him rising behind her, his tongue sliding along her spine, barely touching her skin until he lapped gently at the tiny hairs growing on the back of her neck.
Now he stood at his full height behind her and slowly nudged the throbbing purplish head of his jerking penis between her thighs and up between the hair-covered lips of her defenseless cunt.
Her brain made one last attempt to dissuade her from submitting to the impending fucking and she jerked forward in a last vain try to escape the inevitable.
"No ... don't ... I-I-I don' want to..." she gasped out and her buttocks clenched together. She drew forward in a futile effort to escape the oncoming cock. But there was nowhere for her to go, with the sucking couple in front of her and the massive penis behind her. She was trapped by her own weaknesses and completely at the mercy of Professor Davidson.
"Hold still," Bill hissed as his hands dug into her soft, widespread thighs like a painful tearing vise, clamping her in a position for his final lunge.
"Now," he gasped through his halting pants. "You put it in!"
"Please," she begged through her tears. "Don't make me, please, I can't. Please ... oh, please!"
"Goddammit, reach around and put it in!"
"Uuuuugggghhhh!" she groaned at the terrible digging pain that tore at her thighs. What else could she do? There was no hope, and in order to stop the pain she quickly reached between her splayed thighs and folded her slender fingers over the thick turgid flesh of his jerking penis. No, no, she told herself, feeling its enormity.
Her hesitation brought another biting pain from his scouring fingers and a squeal from her panting lips and unwillingly she pulled the purplish head of his cock forward until it nosed against the terrified quivering entrance to the vagina. She wanted to cry out and run, but could only moan and bite her lip as she felt the rubbery tip edge forward against the moist open lips and begin to part their ruffled pinkness with its massive thickness.
In the other room Janet could see her young husband and Helen, their bodies locked together lewdly as the older woman sucked hungrily and noisily on Gary's thrusting cock.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ... it hurts ... it hurts!" she wailed as the mammoth cock slowly stretched her cunt and forced its way into the tight restricting channel until the entire head rested just inside the warm, damp hole. Then, knowing for sure that she would never again be able to resist any cock, she felt the whole length of the pole suddenly thrust forward into her elastic passage with one powerful burst of power-grinding its way into her to the hilt.
"Fuck back!" Bill demanded. "Get that ass moving and fuck my cock!"
Rolling her eyes in ecstasy, Janet tried to focus on the couple on the bed in the other room. Helen was still sucking the long stiff penis that sawed in and out of her mouth. She was hungrily plunging her red lips tightly around its thickness and holding the jerking base tightly around its thickness and holding the jerking base tightly in her and. Above her Gary was laughing a horrid obscene giggle while he fucked Helen's mouth with his cock, watching her suck and lick and seem to beg for more.
Janet watched Helen pull both hands free and grasp Gary's buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and jerk them frantically toward her, shoving the jerking prick even further into her gaping mouth. There were dripping rivers of liquid flowing from her lips and over her chin, and the whole horrid scene was a mass of perversion and depravity. But there was a joyful glaze covering Helen's eyes as she sought to fill her mouth harder with the huge glistening cock.
Janet could see how much Helen really liked it, really enjoyed being fucked in the mouth and she suddenly realized that Bill's huge prick was filling her own cunt. He was slowly and rhythmically rocking back and forth, increasing his stroke, plunging his long thick cock deeper and deeper into the smoothly clasping walls of her moistening pussy.
"MMMMMMMMMM MMNNNNNNNNN! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH, YES FUCK ME GOOD!"
Her own words shocked her as her electrifying passion grew and forced her to fuck back against the hard-thrusting cock. Her suddenly clenching pussy was stretching a little wider each time he bore his cock into her and no longer were the inhibitions of the past preventing her from reveling in each deep thrust. She slowly began to roll her full sensuous hips in rhythm with the strong hard cock fucking into her from behind.
"Look at them go!" Bill whispered hoarsely, his eyes straining to see his wife and her young lover. "Oh, God, look at them go!"
Standing behind her, Bill's face was contorted with lust as he fucked into her tight, hair-lined pussy again and again, lunging with all his strength. He was holding her lips captive and fucking her as her master-and that was his greatest pleasure from sex-power! He had absolute power of the helpless girl and he could do whatever he wanted with her body. She was his slave and a new rush of lubricating fluids flowing into her ravaged cunt only confirmed what she was thinking.
His fingers tore mercilessly into her thighs and he made her wince again with pain, proud of his virility, proud of his conquest and especially proud of his total mastery over her mind and body.
He easily pulled at the tender jiggling moons of her swaying buttocks and spread them, watching the ruffled pink lips of her cunt clasping and sucking at his cock and he sunk it in and out of her totally willing pussy. Suddenly he pushed himself forward, balancing on the tips of his toes and plunged his final engorged inch into her wide-stretched hole, feeling the jelly-like fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery throbbing head of his prick and hearing a final submissive gasp of ecstasy escape her half-parted lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this before and he also knew that she was his for as long as he wanted her. He rolled his buttocks in wide arcs, forcing the head of his sunken cock in burning circles into the farthest depths of her clasping hair-covered cunt. Every moist inch of that channel was smooth and soft, and tight and eager for his circling cock, enveloping it like a warm wet glove and massaging its veined hardness with tingling electrifying strokes.
"Oh, I love it ... shove it in further! Make me come ... fuck me harder ... harderrrr-rr!"
The obscene words tumbled out of Janet's mouth like a torrent of almost incoherent screams. She concentrated on the delicious fucking she was receiving from behind-on the erupting passions that coursed through her veins. She spread her long thighs wider and lowered her resilient buttocks so that she was almost half-kneeling, forcing Bill to lower himself, bending at the knees and following her erotically lewd movements in an effort to keep up with her. She cooed at the bushy clump of dark hair that surrounded the base of her jerking cock, feeling it whisk over the soft inner folds of her engorged inner cuntal lips and tickle the hardly touched smoothness of her jiggling buttocks. She dropped from her elbows and crushed her large succulent breasts against the bench and began lusty shaking of her upper body, rotating her breasts in small circles and pinching her already taut nipples to a greater hardness. Mewling and moaning at every delightful stimulation, she cooed ever louder as she felt the rubber head of his thick cock probing the deep untouched frontiers of her vagina where her husband had never touched before.
She was no longer a mousy little housewife and student. She was finally a real woman who could take her pleasure from either a man or a woman. She knew at last that she would never again be satisfied with a cock or a cunt alone! From this moment on she would use her body and her mouth in any way she could to bring her tortured sexual ecstasy to the dizzying heights of complete and total satisfaction.
That was all that she would ever care for again!
CHAPTER SIX
Helen was still sucking Gary's jerking cock with the same intense look of insane lust glazed over her face.
Janet was aware of the long driving shaft and its wonderful, maddening excitement and knew now what the older woman felt, knowing too, that she might even suck some man's prick some day, and it didn't have to belong to Gary or Bill Davidson.
Vaguely she watched him begin to jerk convulsively, his balls slapping against Helen's chin and Janet knew he was coming in her mouth. My God, she wondered silently, J wonder what it's like, having your mouth filled with all that warm pungent sperm?
Hypnotized, she watched as Gary yanked his wildly spewing rod of flesh from Helen's mouth, holding it just out of reach of the desperately sucking lips and spurting his hot jerking come into her eager hungry mouth. The white juices spewed into Helen's open lips almost faster than she could swallow, but she gulped for every drop as she kept filling her face and letting it spray all over her face. Janet was horrified by his terrible degradation of Helen, knowing that she must have given him more pleasure than he deserved, but realizing too, that Helen was still swallowing the come and licking it from her face, pleased with her own self-humiliation.
A last drop fell from the deflating penis and Helen took the limp organ quickly into her mouth and began the last delicious lapping of the sweet stickiness.
Janet watched for anothe few moments and then suddenly felt Bill pulling her body away from the bench and the lust-inciting sight of Helen sucking Gary's cock. Instead of withdrawing his thick shaft from her flesh-filled vagina, he left her impaled and forced her to waddle across the plant-filled room to a patio lounging chair. He joggled along behind her, careful not to release his grip on her hips and let his cock slide out of her cunt.
"Get on," he commanded at the edge of the long reclining chair, but she wasn't sure it would work-not without losing the full thickness that impaled her pussy from behind. "Come on, come on," he demanded again.
She knew that she had to do whatever he asked or lose the wonderful feeling in her cunt-and so she lifted herself onto the chaise lounge, crawling carefully forward while he shuffled up behind her on his knees.
Then, just as she was almost set, she suddenly lost her balance and fell forward, hearing his penis slip from its glove with a loud sucking sound. A cool rush of air covered her wet pubic mound and she breathed a sigh of relief at the wonderful soothing coldness, but felt incomplete without the huge cock buried between her sweating things. Now she realized how good his prick really did feel, and she wanted him to shove it quickly back into the wildly wanting pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh," she gasped as he flung her onto her back, cupping both moons of her quivering white buttocks in his hands and lifting her hair-covered pussy off the chaise lounge toward the straining tip of her jerking red cock. She moaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the hardened tip sliding evenly and smoothly into her aching flesh, filling her once more with the hot cock that had taken her to such lust-filled heights only moments before. She raised her legs and locked her trembling thighs around his hips, imprisoning his huge instrument deeply within her belly, never wanting to let go. As he thrust forward and withdrew, then thrust the burning poker forward once more, she began to clench the smoother ruffling walls of her vagina passage open and closed like a wet burning fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, to his ecstatic moaning, to the electric shock of lust and light that flashed through every fiber of her being. Her head rolled back and forth in a silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensations she could from this wicked, adulterous fucking.
She was alone in a world of sex and the moment, leaving behind her family, her husband, and even her new and wonderful friend Pat. She felt his balls falling rhythmically against her bucking ass-cheeks and the earthshaking tremors of lust raced through her naked loins.
"Yes, oh, God, yessss! Fuck me harder, you bastard, fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!! ! " she howled uncontrollably as she jerked and bucked spastically, feeling the first throes of orgasm building deep in the straining muscles of her belly. Her frenzied mind and body were wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she begged and begged for more pleasure, more passion, and the final unknowable moment of orgasm.
Around her she could hear the mad echoes of Helen begging for Gary to beat her and the words only added to the erotic excitement of her own insane fucking.
Then, she heard nothing except the tremendous roar of a distant ocean as her whole body rose in an erupting crescendo of light and fire, blistering every straining nerve in her body with the jerking whip of wild and uncontrollable orgasm.
"AAAAA AAAGGGGGG-GHHHHHH-HHH! I'm coming! I'm commmmiinnnnggg-gg!" she cried out and filled the air with her screaming and the musky smell of sex as she came again and again, vaguely aware that at the same time she was being filled with the white flowing sperm from Bill's long spewing cock, spurting its awaited release into the clamping confines of her twitching cunt!
Minutes later, when her climax was over, she vaguely felt the need arising again inside her but there seemed to be nothing left of the hardness of Bill's cock and she fell against the cushioned chaise lounge in frustration.
After a few more minutes she realized that the sounds Gary and Helen had been making had ceased also. Startled by the deathly silence, Janet pushed Bill's body away and stood up. He looked up at her with an exhausted smile, his long limp cock dangling against his damp thigh.
"like that, baby?" he asked obscenely.
Despite the wild excitement of the past few minutes, Janet was in no mood to answer his lewd question. She wanted to get dressed and get away from him before anything else happened.
She retrieved her discarded panties and slipped them up over her trembling hips and then smoothed her skirt and buttoned her blouse up. She knew that she must look a mess and she desperately hoped that no one would notice her as she made her way back to Pat's apartment.
Then, with a strange need to see her young husband and Helen once more, she went to the wall with the one-way mirror that allowed her to look into the bedroom.
The bedroom was empty!
Janet gasped in horror, her mind frantically trying to figure out where Gary and Helen could be. Leaving the house was out of the question now. She just couldn't take the chance of being discovered by her husband.
Just then the front doorbell rang and Janet had to stifle a scream. Bill Davidson jumped up from the chaise lounge and came over to stand beside her.
"Who in the fuck could that be?" he asked out loud.
Janet knew almost at once that it was Pat and she felt her legs begin to tremble even more. She wished that she could just die and be done with all of her problems. It seemed certain now that she would be discovered.
Bill suddenly pulled her down onto the floor as they heard footsteps padding by in the hallway and Gary's voice called out.
"Who in the hell is it, Helen? Do you think it's your husband?"
The frightened young bride wanted to laugh at how ridiculous and potentially explosive the situation was. Gary obviously didn't want to be caught in the Davidson's house any more than she did.
Helen's reply was incoherent as she went to the front of the house.
"What'll we do?" Janet asked in a whispered voice to Bill. "I think that must be Pat Thompson! She said she was going to come back for me if I hadn't returned to her apartment in an hour!"
"Jesus Christ, this is a real mess," Bill replied, still crouching down on his knees and holding Janet tightly around the waist. His cock dangled down along one thigh and he looked ludicrous.
"Is there any other way out of here?" Janet asked, hoping against hope that the situation still might be saved.
"No," he whispered back. "This is the only door in or out and I don't think those windows open."
They heard loud voices in the hallway and the sound of footsteps again.
"Look, Mrs. Davidson," Pat Thompson was saying at the top of her voice. "I know that Janet is here and I want to see her right now!"
"What would my wife be doing here?" Gary asked in a puzzled voice. "And just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Pat Thompson, a friend of your wife's and you better tell me where she is before I go to the police and blow the whistle on this whole goddamned whorehouse!"
Janet was shivering uncontrollable as she waited for the next loud voice. It was Helen's.
"My husband isn't here and neither is Janet," the older woman replied. "And what do you intend telling the police? There isn't any law against a woman going to bed with a friend if she wants to."
Janet looked up to see the dark shapes of the three figures standing in front of the glassed-in room. Suddenly the door burst open and Pat was calling out her name.
"Janet? Where in the hell are you, honey? Jan?"
Almost without thinking, Janet rose to her feet and confronted her startled friend. Pat's eyes widened as she took in the older girl and then the crouching figure of Professor Davidson on the floor.
"Jesus H. Christ!"
Then the room seemed to be filled with people as Gary and Helen came in to stand next to Pat and stare at the other couple. Gary's face wore a look of surprise and amazement as he tried to comprehend what was going on.
"Jan? What are you doing here?"
Helen looked over at the wall and saw that the one-way mirror had been activated and she began to laugh uncontrollably. Everyone just stared at her until her giggles had subsided.
"I'll tell you what she's doing here," she said, trying to regain her composure. "She and my husband have been watching me suck your cock!"
The young husband guessed immediately from his wife's wrinkled clothing that she had been doing more than that. He was outraged and his fists clenched involuntarily as he took a step toward Janet.
"None of that rough stuff," Helen cried out, stepping between them. "You aren't in any position to get tough with your wife after what we've been doing!"
"But ... but ... " he sputtered in frustrated rage.
"I think we could all use a drink," Bill Davidson said coolly, walking to the door and then turning. "Well are you coming?"
Helen pulled Gary out of the room after her husband and Pat and Janet followed, their arms around each other's waists. Janet was sobbing quietly, unable to control the emotions that wracked her luscious body. She felt dirty, like a whore arrested in a raid on a house of prostitution. Pat comforted her as best she could, also guessing that Bill Davidson fucked her young friend again.
They all went into the front room and sat down as Bill went to the liquor cabinet and poured stiff drinks. Helen had an amused smile on her face as she clenched her loose robe about her naked body and tried to console Gary. He listened intently, shaking his head as he stared at his wife.
"Anybody mind bourbon?" Bill asked, padding over to where they sat and handing drinks around. "I didn't think it would be appropriate to take the time to mix martinis!"
Janet giggled in spite of herself and soon the room was filled with insane laughter. Even Pat couldn't control the overwhelming need to relieve the pressure by tittering and she was soon giggling with the rest of them.
Finally, the laughter died away and they relaxed against their chairs, their bodies exhausted from the irrational way they were behaving.
"Well," Bill said at last, "I don't think we need to worry about any violence now."
Gary's sour look had returned but Helen quickly reached over and snaked her hand inside his Jockey shorts and began to manipulate his huge cock with her nimble fingers.
Janet watched them disinterestedly. She didn't care what Gary and Helen did. It was as if she were something separate from her body-watching the crazy scene from the comfort of a movie seat.
"Why don't we all get undressed again and make ourselves comfortable?" Helen said suddenly, her hand pulling away from Gary's lust-swollen cock as she stood up and slid the robe from her body, exposing her magnificent breasts and the long tapering legs.
Gary followed suit immediately, kicking away his discarded shorts and pulling Helen's warm voluptuous body to his. He brought his mouth down onto hers and filled it with his long tongue, sucking and pulling on Helen's oral member passionately.
"Come on, Janet, let's go now," Pat said, standing up and trying to pull Janet to her feet. "Come on, honey!"
Bill stood and watched the young wife as she pulled her hand away from Pat. There was a strange curious expression on her face as she stared up at her friend.
"I don't want to leave yet," she said quietly but firmly.
"You can't mean you want to stay here after this?" Pat asked, once again reaching down and trying to pull Janet up.
But Janet meant exactly that. The terrible warmth was spreading through her burning thighs again as she watched Helen reach down and encircle Gary's pulsating cock with her fingers and begin pulling the huge shaft back and forth lewdly. As much as she knew that she should leave with Pat, Janet was overwhelmed by a desire so intense that she couldn't control her mind or body. She had to have Gary's cock pounding into her quivering cunt. She just had to! There would be no relief for her ever again until she felt the terrible hardness sliding smoothly in and out of her damply trembling pussy and bringing her the ecstasy she needed.
"I want to have my husband fuck me," she continued, her obscene words echoing around the room and bringing excited looks to the faces of Helen and Bill Davidson. "Gary, will you fuck me?"
"You mean in front of everybody?" he asked incredulously.
"What's the difference," she replied, getting to her feet and pulling away the blouse and exposing her naked lovely half-moons to their excited gazes. "Don't you want to screw me?"
Her skirt quickly followed and then her skimpy panties until she was standing naked and lovely in front of them all. She ran her long hands down over her milky-white thighs sensuously, already feeling the exquisite and wonderful sensations shooting through her wetly clasping crotch.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Helen suddenly called out to the startled young husband as he went toward his wife. "Screw her in the ass-hole! Make her scream for mercy!"
A sadistic look came into Gary's eyes as he contemplated the idea. He was still furious at his young wife for her adultery and he wanted to punish her as she had never been punished before.
"Would you like to fuck my tight little ass-hole?" Janet teased, hardly able to believe that the words were coming out of her own mouth. But there was something so terribly right about Gary fucking her virginal hole that she wondered why he had never done it before.
"Beat her first," Helen called out, her breathing coming faster now and her palms sweating as she tried to imagine the young wife laboring under her husband's heavy blows.
"Oh no, none of that stuff!" Bill cautioned.
Janet slipped down to the floor and rested her elbows on the soft rug, her tender ass-cheeks waving invitingly up at her husband. She spread her thighs so that he had a wonderful view of her open moist crotch.
"Come on, lover, aren't you man enough to take my ass-cherry?" she called out seductively. "Come on and screw me good and hard in my little butt!"
As if to emphasize the words she leaned forward and rested her lovely young body on her breasts and then reached around with her hands and pulled her ass-cheeks apart so that he had a perfect view of the tiny anal opening, hairless and tight, that awaited his throbbing cock.
She was half out of her mind with lust and she didn't care what happened as long as Gary shoved his cock into her and made her come again and again.
Suddenly he was down on the floor behind her, his strong hands clasping her tender hips and pulling her back against him. His massive pulsing cock rammed into the jiggling crevice between her buttocks and banged brutally against the tight nether opening.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Shove it in! Hurry, you bastard ... fuck me in the ass!"
Pat cried out in despair and tried to force her body between Gary's rampaging cock and Janet's lovely body. Bill quickly pulled her away and held her in a vise-grip as she struggled.
"Stop it! Goddamnit, I'll slap you if you don't stop it. Can't you see that she wants to get corn-holed?"
Pat's struggling subsided and she watched in fascination as Gary buried the head of his gigantic cock in his wife's quivering little ass.
"UUUUUUNNNN UUGGGGGHHHHH-HHHH!" Janet screamed, more in pleasure than pain.
"Shove it up her ass," Helen cried out, dropping to her knees and reaching for Gary's cock to try and guide it into the clenching little rectal opening. "Oh, God, make her scream with pain, you bastard!"
Her agile fingers flew up and down the glistening hard shaft and her eyes glazed with lust. Her own heavy breasts rubbed sensuously against Janet's ass cheeks, adding to both their pleasure.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, Jesus, hurry up and get it all in!"
She was afire with a lust so overwhelming that she thought she would pass out from it. Her thighs spread apart more widely as
Helen's hand reached in and began to probe her quivering pussy and erect little clitoris.
"OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHH YESSSSS-SSSSSS!" Janet wailed, unable to feel anything except the hand and the cock fucking into her twin holes.
Gary pulled his invading cock out a little way and he lunged forward again, this time burying the huge shaft deeply up inside his wife's ass-hole.
Gary's tempo increased and he was soon thrusting his gigantic cock smoothly in and out of the tightly clasping hole, grunting and straining to force more of the heated flesh up into her. She was churning her ass madly and reveling in the sensations that his cock and Helen's fingers were bringing her.
"I want some of the action too," Bill suddenly cried out as he knelt down in front of Janet and guided his blood-engorged cock toward her half-open lips.
She tried to avert her head but it was no use. He clamped his hands on either side of her head and pulled it toward his glistening cock at the same time as he lunged forward. In a second her mouth was filled with the terrible organ that slid smoothly past her velvety inner flesh to lodge at the back of her throat. She thought she would gag from the size of the awful cudgel but he withdrew it until just the tip was lodged inside her lips.
"Oh, that's right," Helen called out excitedly. "Mouth fuck the little bitch! Shoot your wad in her mouth while Gary ass-fucks her!"
Pat shut her eyes and brought her hands up over her ears to try and shut out the lewd sounds that filled the room. She could hear Helen shouting out obscene encouragements to her husband and Gary. The shouted words mingled with the loud slurping sounds of Janet's mouth lovingly sucking and licking at the huge cock that filled her oral cavity and the drum-like slaps of Gary's balls on Janet's naked upturned ass.
She forced her eyes open again, unable to stand not seeing the brutal mouth and ass rape of her friend. She could suddenly taste the coppery female come that had poured out of Janet's pussy into her own mouth and she wanted to relive the experience. Her eyes came down on the delicious little hair-lined slit that nestled between Helen's thighs and she eagerly knelt down between the woman's body and thrust her hungry mouth up into the wonderful crotch.
Startled by the sudden invasion of her pussy by the burning tongue, Helen looked down to see Pat stretched out underneath her. She wiggled her hips downward and forced the sweet cuntal flesh into the girl's greedily sucking mouth, moaning with delight as the furiously probing tongue shot deep up into her quivering pussy.
It was like an insane and erotic nightmare, Helen's pussy was pressing down into Pat's hungrily sucking mouth while her own fingers were buried deeply in Janet's cunt.
They all fucked furiously, anxious to find the relief of climax.
Suddenly, the cries changed to shrill yelps and excited groans as male and female juices began to pour madly out of their lust-crazed cocks and cunts at the same time.
"MMMMMMNNNNNNNN!" Janet groaned, her cheeks ballooning with the volume of sticky-white male sperm that was overflowing her mouth. Her insides were exploding as her husband pumped what seemed like gallons of scalding male juice into her tightly clenching ass-hole and she almost fainted from the intensity of her own jolting orgasms.
Pat and Helen lay beside one another on the floor, mouths-to-cunts, their bodies exploding as spasm after spasm shook them. Their tongues continued to fervently lick and suck until there was nothing left.
Then, with a loud cacophony of erotic screams that erupted from the writhing, twisting bodies, they collapsed in a jumbled heap on the soft rug, and it was over.
Looking around the room at the other naked bodies, Janet knew that this wasn't the end but the beginning. She and Gary had learned something about one another and about themselves. It had been a long and painful process, one that she wouldn't want to repeat. But she knew now that they understood one another's needs as well as any two people in the world did.
As for Bill and Helen Davidson, and Pat, well, that was an extra bonus. There would be no turning back now-they all needed one another.
Slowly she began to laugh, letting it build from a giggle to a loud roar.
"What in the hell is the matter with you?" Gary asked, shocked by the insane laughter.
"Matter?" she asked through her rumbling laughter. "There's nothing the matter, darling ... or at least nothing that can't be put right by more fucking! Is anyone ready to go again?"
