It is doubtful whether any girl on the East Coast was more thrilled when Ty took her in his arms, kissed her miracle of a mouth and above the roar of the surf, not more than a hundred yards away, whispered, "I want you to marry me, darling."
Without completing the kiss, Rachel Langford drew back from him in wide-eyed amazement. "Marry you? Did you say you want me to marry you?"
He smiled faintly. "Is that so surprising?"
It was very surprising! Because Ty Anson was not the marrying kind. At least, that's what everybody said at the office where they both worked. In fact, Shirley Joyce, who also worked at the same office, was even more outspoken. When she heard that Rachel was going out with the tall, blonde, handsome, twenty-nine year old assistant manager for the Acme Pipe Company, she took Rachel aside and asked, "You bucking for a broken heart?"
Rachel was only twenty-one, and not nearly so wise in the ways of men as Shirley, in spite of the fact that Shirley was only two or three years older.
"I don't know what you mean, Shirley?" Rachel asked innocently of the girl she considered one of her best friends.
"I mean you dating Mr. Big Shot himself," Shirley retorted.
"Mr. Big Shot?" Rachel echoed. "Surely you can't mean Mr. Anson?"
Shirley bobbed her pretty dark head up and down emphatically. "You call him Mr. Anson, honey. But in everybody else's book around here he's Mr. Big Shot."
She studied the younger girl standing before her, for a moment. With a delightful, little girl figure that looked as if it were just rounding to maturity and long, naturally curly reddish black hair that fell in soft swirls around the white column of her neck and onto her slight shoulders, Rachel looked the personification of innocence-and was. With a couple of years of business college under her tight, slim little belt, Rachel had come to Norfolk from the midwest, in search of a career. Rachel came to pursue a business career with her ultimate objective-to meet the right man, marry him and make him the best wife possible. A job in the secretarial pool of Acme Pipe Company was the first step. Going out with Ty Anson, the second. But now Shirley was trying her best to sabotage the whole thing.
"He's dated every girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five that ever worked in this store," Shirley went on with her one woman crusade to try to discourage Rachel. "And he didn't go out with them just for companionship, or to hold their lily white hands. So if you want to join the big parade and see the ceiling in his apartment and maybe leave a little cherry juice on his clean white bedsheets, you go right on dating him."
Rachel had been shocked to hear Shirley talk so crudely, even if the older girl was known for her outspokenness and salty language. Back home in Oaksburg, they talked like that only in the pool hall. But then, Shirley would be expected to be a little rough on Ty Anson. Until about a month ago, when Rachel came to work at Acme Pipe Company, everyone considered Shirley to be the good-looking assistant manager's best girl and for good reason. With dazzling dark hair, natural or otherwise, that she wore showgirl length and a lushly ripened body that she showed off to full advantage with snug, short, dresses, she seemed the perfect after-hours partner for a man who apparently liked his sex to come wrapped up in attractive packages.
"You just ain't his type, Rachel honey," Shirley insisted. "Why you wouldn't stand anymore chance with him than Heidi with the chamois-if the woodchopper hadn't come along in the nick."
But Rachel did not heed Shirley's advice. First of all, she was convinced the brunette girl was just jealous. Secondly, Ty had been especially nice to her since she came to work at the office.
He had proved himself a perfect gentleman, too, and Ty gave her 'absolutely no reason to do anything but go on thinking that he was a perfect gentleman. Because contrary to what Shirley had told her, he did not make a single pass at her, or suggest going to his apartment, or try to hold anything except her hand, for the first few times she went out with him.
However, she did catch him admiring her nicely rounded breasts and her nylon-encased thighs as she sat beside him on the front seat of the car. But those things were only natural and normal. Then one night, after they had been out several times and had seen most of the legitimate shows in town, they dropped into a movie house after dinner. Ty claimed he didn't know it was an "X-rated" film until after they got inside and saw a couple of guys with newspapers covering their laps, newspapers that moved in strange ways once the movie began to unreel. It was a real porno, that showed a guy and a gal pretty much run the sex gamut, from fellatio to cunnilingus to old-fashioned intercourse.
Ty apologized and asked Rachel if she would like to leave right away. Rachel had never seen a porno film before and while she unquestionably was shocked, she also found it fascinating.
"It's a shame to walk out after spending seven whole dollars apiece for tickets," Rachel said, blushingly.
Rachel was not so naive as to believe that babies were found in coal bins, or that a stork delivered them on peoples' doorsteps all done up in pink, or blue blankets. But at the same time, she never dreamed that men and women went through the sexual gymnastics as performed by the couple up there on the screen. By the time reel three rolled around, Rachel was red-faced as a raw beet, her body dripping perspiration and the strangest, most uncomfortable, warmness up between her thighs that she had ever known. Finally she managed to squeeze a few whispered words up past the sandpaper roughness that clogged her throat. "Would-would you mind terribly if we left now?"
"Anything you say," he replied cooperatively.
So they got up in the darkness, slipped out of their seats into the aisle and hurried to the back of the theatre. Rachel excused herself and went into the ladies room, where to her horrified surprise, she found the crotch of her pantyhose embarrassingly moist. When she rejoined Ty in the lobby, they walked to his car without speaking. It wasn't until they got into his car and he turned on the ignition key that he said, "It's pretty early to go home-like to take a little drive?"
He couldn't have made a better guess if he had been able to read her mind. More than anything in the world right now, she needed to take a drive and let the clean fresh air wash the memory of that offensive movie out of her mind. How could a man and a woman possibly do such awful things to each other, she asked herself? Certainly it was not natural and normal for two people to perform such scandalous acts. Animals, maybe yet. But not human beings.
Once they left the city's traffic behind them, Ty headed his convertible south along the highway. They got a spot pretty close to where they were right now, when he slowed the car to a crawl and asked, "Like to stop for a few minutes and grab a few breaths of salt air?"
Rachel had seen all the cars parked at the side of the highway, ever since they left Norfolk. She saw no reason why they shouldn't join them so she said, "Okay. I think it might be real nice."
So he pulled the car into the first available space they came to, killed the motor, doused the lights and they both gazed out the window at her side and watched the waves roll up on the beach. As they watched, Rachel felt his right arm slip around her shoulders and his kiss brush her left cheek. She turned her head to face him, and he kissed her flush on the lips, a possessive kiss ... urging her lips apart so that he might explore her sugar-sweet mouth with his tongue.
It was not the first time that anyone had kissed her this way. Nor the first time that a kiss like this sent a weakening heat into her limbs. But always before, it frightened her and she fought against it. But not now. She sort of welcomed the warm, suffusing pleasure that she felt come slowly into her loins. The force of the kiss increased as she sank deeper under its spell. She did not feel his hand at her thighs until it was too late to clench them together protectively.
She pulled back quickly, her eyes misty with emotion, her full sensuous breasts moving spasmodically against his chest. "No, Ty ... please no..."
"Please yes," he whispered and brought her close to him again, his lips fused to hers, his breath and his tongue filling her mouth once more.
It lifted her when his fingertips made their first delicate caress on the passion-dampened crotch of her sheer pantyhose. She writhed and made a token gesture at trying to get away from him. But the finesse of his knowing contacts brought a nice, itchy glow to her wetly pulsating pussy and rapidly drained her of strength.
"No, Ty, please ... you ... you mustn't," the dark-haired young girl muttered against his mouth.
"Why?"
"It isn't right."
"Not for two people in love?"
The word "Love" seemed to have the same affect on her tummy that his fingers had rubbing over her tingling young cunt. In her heart, she didn't want him to stop but she was afraid. All those stories that Shirley had told her about him. She did not want to be just another girl added to his collection; another conquest. In him, she had finally found someone she could honestly care for, and she didn't want anything to spoil it. But he was so experienced and she unknowledgeable when it came to anything like this.
Now his right hand had moved down from her shoulder to reach forward and cup her girlish right breast. Rachel hadn't worn a brassiere. It had nothing to do with the women's liberation movement. It simply was a hot night and being a girl who did not like deceitfulness or phoniness in any shape or form, she had chosen tonight to let Ty see what she really was like without benefit of padded or uplift bra.
Maybe way back in just one little corner of her brain, she had secretly hoped that he would do just what he was doing, take her breasts in his hand and fondle them. Although she wouldn't admit that even to herself. Her warmly tingling breasts suddenly felt larger, hot and tight-skinned under his touch. The nipples swelled with a find of pleasantly urgent glow in them.
All the while his left hand stroked up between her trembling thighs, creeping slowly upward over the nylon of her pantyhose onto her naked tummy. She knew she shouldn't let him go any farther. But she couldn't help herself. In all her twenty-one years, she had never come even close to feeling so wonderfully helpless before.
She shivered under his kiss and went suddenly taut as she felt him stretch the tight, elastic waistband of her pantyhose and slip his hand beneath them. Rachel was frightened but wildly excited. She had never let anyone go this far before. Always in the past it had stopped with just kissing and maybe running a hand over her body, through her clothes. She felt his fingers in the hair that covered her vaginal mound. It was silky and not too abundant. She remained tense, holding her breath as he touched the top of her moistly quivering slit. She was embarrassed that he should find her so wet.
"Ooohhh!" she gasped as she felt his outstretched middle finger slide into her desire-slickened pussy. Her cheeks turned a bright crimson and she buried her face against his shoulder in embarrassment. But the aroused young brunette made no effort to stop the hand teasing her nipples, or the one moving so knowledgeably up between her thighs.
It was doubtful if she could have mustered the strength to stop him even if she wanted to, and she was not sure of that. In fact, at this moment, she was sure of nothing except the incredibly beautiful feeling he brought her as his middle finger slid deeper into her tight little vaginal passageway. He touched the flimsy elastic membrane of her hymen that told him she was still a virgin. It surprised him a little!
He hadn't thought that many girls, in this era of teenage promiscuousness and free love, could reach her age and still be cherry. It was a refreshing discovery. Slowly his fingertip wormed its way through one of the tiny fissures and slithered deeper inside. Rachel shuddered and came close to telling him to stop. But the prominent knuckle at the base of his middle finger rubbing over her clitoris made her gasp again and to press her hips up eagerly against his hand, really turning her on. She touched her tongue to his, then engaged it in uninhibited sexual play, while his finger in her tight vaginal opening and his hand on her straining breasts made her insides all weak and fluttery, her passion-drenched cunt glowing with excruciatingly beautiful sensations.
That knuckle at the base of his finger was driving her erected clitoris crazy. She had fingered herself many times during the past couple of years, because she had read some place or other that it was necessary to keep the love muscles alive and active. But this was the very first time she had ever let anyone else do it to her-and she found it a dozen times more intense, more powerful. Her sensually throbbing breasts felt immense now, the tickling sensation in her nipples like the whirring of a burr against them.
She shivered in ecstasy, panting audibly now. It felt as if her fevered cuntal lips were spreading open like the petals of a blossoming rose.
"Ooohhh, Ty! Ty!" Rachel sucked in her breath and went all tight. "Aaahhh!" She could feel her climax catching on.
Experienced cocksmith that he was, Ty knew she was starting to cum. He found the right spot just to the right of her clitoris and stroked her gently. Rachel clenched her teeth and her legs together swiftly. Her cuntal muscles clasped like a steel vise around his pistoning finger as her passionate moisture pent up inside her heated loins surged downward through the lust widened walls of her virginal little cunt, to pour down over his finger and hand and flood the insides of her erotically trembling thighs. She found the strength to push his hand from between her legs, his finger pulling out of her tight opening with a wet, obscene suctioning sound. He did not have to ask her whether she came. He knew.
She hid her face for a moment against his broad chest. Until he tucked a finger under her chin and raised her head so she could meet his gaze.
"I'm ... I'm so ashamed," she murmured, too embarrassed to even look at him.
He kissed her on the mouth. "There's no need to be."
She dared to meet his look of mild conquest. "You won't think I'm terrible?"
"I think you're wonderful!" he told her and with his arms around her, he kissed her hard, even more possessively than before.
* * *
During the next couple of weeks they came often to this spot beside the ocean to park and make intense love. Rachel had come to look forward to Ty's hand sliding up under her skirt and down inside her panties to finger her excitedly palpitating vagina and bring her to orgasm. But that was as far as it went. That was as far as Rachel would permit him to go. He tried to get her to go with him to his bachelor apartment any number of times. He made no attempt to deceive her in this respect.
He wanted to take her to bed and told her so. But Rachel was adamant. Even at the risk of ending their beautiful relationship or losing him, she refused to go there, or let him go beyond playing with her quivering little cunt and feeling her breasts through her clothes. Not because she didn't want to do as he asked. But she knew that if she consented, she would become just another girl to him the way Shirley and all the others had been. Then finally came this night when he asked her to marry him.
Strangely, it had begun just like all the other nights that they had been out together. They had dinner at their favorite restaurant, waited until it got dark and then headed south along the highway until they found their secret trysting place. It wasn't until after they were parked for a few minutes that Ty said to her, "I suppose you heard about the new branch that the company's opening in Richmond next month?" Rachel had heard.
"But what you didn't hear," he went on. "What I myself wasn't told until this afternoon, is that I'm being transferred there as a manager."
"Oh." Rachel felt a sudden terrible sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Not because he was being promoted, getting such an important new job. But because he would be going away, to Richmond. That would mean she probably wouldn't be seeing him again, certainly not every night the way they were seeing each other now. In short, it would be the end of this beautiful relationship she had shared with him. Which is when Ty put his arms around her and kissed her and told her he would like to have her go with him to Richmond-as his wife!
He waited only for her to get over the shock of his sudden, unexpected proposal and to give her affirmative answer. Then he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, opened it and showed her the square-cut sapphire engagement ring that he had bought for her. A little trinket that cost him half the yearly assistant manager's bonus that he got from the company.
He slipped the ring on the third finger of her left hand, kissed her again and asked, "Now will you go to my apartment with me?"
She returned his kiss and said, "Sorry, darling. But a long time ago, I made myself a promise. Silly and old fashioned maybe. But I promised myself that I wouldn't give myself to any man-except my husband-on our wedding night."
"That's the goddamnest thing I ever heard," he ranted. "You afraid I'll back out or something?"
"I hope not, darling. I hope not with all my heart and soul," she told him with deep sincerity. "But people have been known to change their minds-and well-if this should happen, I'd have broken my promise."
"But it's not going to happen," he insisted.
She kissed his pouting mouth again. "Please, my darling. Do this one thing for me. Wait just a little while longer and I promise you, on our wedding night I'll more than make it up to you. I'll let you do anything you want to me-and I'll do anything you ask me to, to you. Please..."
With her parted lips to his, she let her tongue inch slowly into his mouth, letting him taste once again its honey-like drippings. She felt the by-now familiar touch of his right hand on her breasts. Of all nights she would be wearing a brassiere. She had to. The white blouse she was wearing was a filmy see-through. It was only a moment later that his left hand began creeping upward along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She wasn't wearing pantyhose tonight. Ty said he didn't like the restrictions of pantyhose. So all she had on was a pair of bikini-type panties.
Melting under his kiss and touching the stone of her brand-new ring with the thumb of her left hand, she subconsciously opened her thighs wider, letting his hand have its way with her.
Ty eased his fingers to the elastic thigh band of her panties and slipped them underneath. As usual, Rachel anxiously awaited for him to caress her most sensitive flesh and send her zooming. But tonight he only ran his fingers over her slippery, velvety soft pussy lips, teasing and arousing her to a fever pitch. Then he whispered, "Don't you think it's about time you found out what your husband-to-be has to offer you?"
Rachel tensed a little and swallowed. "You-you mean-handle you?"
"It would be nice, if just this once, you made me feel the way I've been making you feel for the past couple of weeks," Ty suggested.
He had tried to get her to do it before. But she had always refrained. Not because she didn't want to. But for the same reason she wouldn't go to his apartment. She was afraid it might ruin everything. But now-well-she didn't see what harm it could do since she had his ring on her finger and they were engaged. Besides, she was curious.
"I-I never touched a man down there before," she said sort of shyly.
He smiled. "I hope not."
"I don't know what to do," she murmured.
"I'll show you," he told her. "Just put your hand on my thigh, the way I do with you." He waited until she placed her hand, palm down on his right leg, just above the knee. "Now move it up slowly."
She could almost feel the heat of his penis through his trousers as her hand moved nearer and nearer to it. Then all at once her hand was covering it lightly and she could feel its heavy throbbing.
He tightened. "Now take it out."
With her breath bunched in her throat and her heart hammering, she fumbled a moment with his zipper then got it open. like taking that first dip into an icy lake, she decided to do it quickly before she lost her nerve. She dug her hand into his open fly, felt around inside his shorts and found his hotly throbbing cock. She didn't allow herself time to think but wrapped her fingers around its pulsating shaft and pulled it out into the open. Then she had her first look at it in the silvery half-light from the moon.
"It's so big!" she exclaimed. "Are all men that big-I mean when they get excited?"
He chuckled with male pride, delighted with her innocence. "Not so you can notice it."
"Suppose-suppose you're too big and I'm too small?" she asked still gaping down at his size. "Does that ever happen?"
"I've never seen it happen," he told her, unthinkingly.
It prompted a question that had bothered her for a long time and now that she was going to be his wife, she felt she had a right to ask. "Have-have you really had so very many women?"
He paused to study her eyes. "Who gave you that idea?"
"Shirley and some of the other girls at the office."
He chuckled again, amusedly. "Darling, if you believe everything you hear, ours isn't going to be a very happy marriage."
"I'm sorry, Ty," she said and she squeezed his pulsing hardness with a reflexive action. She was amazed to discover how good it felt in her hand as instinctively she wrapped her fingers tightly around it and began stroking the thick rigid shaft.
His hand still inside her panties was teasing her excitedly vibrating clitoris now. That nice, itchy glow had come back into her pussy, accentuated by what she was doing to him. She stroked his rock-hard rod of flesh faster, the slippery secretion that oozed from the slit in the tip of it flowing down its length to saturate her fingers, making them slide up and down more easily like a well-oiled piston.
His right hand was still playing with her breasts and he finally said, "Take off your brassiere."
Rachel hesitated a little taken aback. She had never let a man see her breasts completely nude. Closest she ever came to that, was back home at the lake in a scant-cut bikini. "Why do you want it off?"
He squeezed her right breast, gently. "I want to see your breasts, kiss them."
She was shocked. "Here-in the car?"
"Nobody's going to see you. Everybody's too busy, probably doing the same thing themselves."
Rachel wanted her tingling young breasts kissed. She was all weak and trembling inside and her full sensuous breasts felt swollen, about to burst. But here in the car...? She continued to stroke his long cock; it seemed to have grown another half-inch or more since she was holding it, same as her somewhat oversized nipples had hardened and swollen self-consciously since he said he wanted to kiss them.
"Please, darling," he whispered, touching the most super-sensitive part of her clitoris making her gasp. "Turn around."
She sank down a little in the front seat of the car and turned her back to him, embarrassed, as she hesitantly unfastened the row of buttons that ran down the front of her white blouse. She asked him to reach for the beach blanket that he always kept handy on the back seat of the car.
She draped the blanket around her shoulders then took off her blouse. The blanket did not entirely alleviate her bashfulness. She closed her eyes and reached around to unhook her brassiere.
Ty's anxious fingers were already there, unfastening the small tight hooks with a proficiency that could come only from experience. Moments later his hands were beneath the blanket, and under her armpits, cupping her lushly ripened mounds, making her moan with a wild carnal hunger. As his hands tightened on the sensitive, jutting flesh, fingers brushing the nipples, Rachel became all unglued. She could feel her cheeks flush hotly and she heard her own voice sounding wanton as it emitted a faint, tremulous, "Ooohhh, Ty..."
"I knew they'd be beautiful, Rachel darling, but never as fantastic as they are." His fingers continued to tease her points until they felt as if they would burst in his hands. She turned to face him again. Now, her lust growing like a virulent fever, she wanted him to see her naked breasts, kiss them as he had promised, instead of just handle them.
She was still too ashamed to look at his face. Instead, she kept her eyes on his thick-veined penis as she grasped it and began stroking it again. She could feel her climax drawing near under his gently probing finger up inside her shamelessly quivering cunt. Then all at once she watched him lower his head until it was beneath her chin, his wetly ovaled lips touching her left nipple, encompassing it and sucking it into the warm moisture of his mouth. Her back arched slowly and she began breathing through her laxly opened lips.
She tightened her fingers around his heated rod of male flesh and began stroking him faster, as he cradled her left breast in his free hand and squeezed it as if trying to force milk out of it. She wished she had milk to give him. For the incredibly beautiful feelings he was bringing her, he earned it. But she guessed it would be awhile yet before she could give milk. Probably not until she was pregnant. It gave her an added little thrill to think of being made pregnant by him. It almost made her wish she had not made that long ago promise to herself and could let him do it to her right now. A sudden spasm rocked her and she was well on her way to a shattering climax that erupted like a volcano in her belly and wildly convulsing cunt and momentarily wiped out all thought. All through it, her tiny hand never stopped stroking his long thick hardness. Again, he knew she had climaxed. He took his hand from her wetly throbbing vagina and his mouth from her breasts and lay back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his trousers open and his shirt pulled up.
His enormous cock was like an extension rod of flesh standing up at a rigid 45 degree angle from his belly. His lean hips began moving in unison with her swiftly pumping hand. His groin jerked up to meet her hand on each downstroke. His frantically throbbing penis, the glistening vermilion head of it unsheathed, felt to Rachel like a monstrous live boa constrictor, as her hand rode all the way up and down its thickly heated length.
Ty breathed a little faster, his voice tight. "Aaahhh-that feels good! You have a natural talent, my darling. A natural touch..."
Rachel watched with eager anticipation. Her small hand was getting tired, but she never missed a stroke. On each back stroke her fist smacked down hard against his groin, as his pelvis came up to meet the heel of her hand. His belly began to pulsate and he made a gurgling animal sound deep in his throat. She could feel his madly jerking penis starting to spasm and a white glob of sperm shot high in the air and fell back onto his belly. He should have told her to have a hankie or a tissue ready. But it was too late now! The best she could do was bring one corner of the blanket around and catch the stuff. She didn't have to be told to keep stroking him. Another blob of thick white sperm shot out of him and fell onto the blanket, followed instantly by another and another-gushing like a fountain head of life. The innocent young girl was fascinated and speechless as she moved her hand down to the base of his pulsing hardness and held him that way, watching until the last of the thick, milk-like fluid shot out of him and the hardness in his long thick cock began to fade away.
She had long possessed a desire to see a penis ejaculate and now she had. She could not help but wonder how many more new and wonderful experiences she would have with this man who was going to be her husband.
* * *
"You fool! You crazy damned fooi!" was Shirley's reaction to Rachel's announcement that she was going to marry Ty before he was transferred to Richmond. "Do you have any idea what you're letting yourself in for?"
"People have been known to change, Shirley," Rachel pointed out to her.
"Not him. Not in ten thousand light years," Shirley retorted.
"Are you sure you aren't just a little jealous, Shirley?" Rachel asked without bitterness or sarcasm.
"Jealous? Of him?" the brunette scoffed. "I wouldn't take him on a silver plate. You're welcome to him."
Rachel smiled, "In that case-maybe you wouldn't mind being my Maid of Honor?"
"Maid of Honor?" Shirley paused a moment, thoughtfully. Then her face brightened. "You've got yourself a deal! It might be fun to be right up close and watch his expression when he says 'I do'.
He might even get to choke a little."
Rachel laughed and said, "I'm afraid you're in for a disappointment. Because Ty has changed. You just wait and see."
CHAPTER TWO
On the first of November, when the new company opened in Richmond, Ty would take over his new job in the new office. That meant he and Rachel had only a short time to arrange for their wedding, if they hoped to squeeze in at most a five day honeymoon. Also Rachel's mother and father had to find someone to tend their grocery store in Oaksburg, Maryland, so they could fly to Norfolk and attend the ceremony.
Everybody said the usual, that Rachel was the prettiest bride they had ever seen and for once the hackneyed line was not an exaggeration. In a gown of chantilly lace and chiffon against a bouquet of violets and daisys, she looked for all the world like the answer to any man's dreams. There wasn't a male present, who had reached puberty, who didn't envy Ty the night ahead.
As for Ty, from the time he saw her coming down the center aisle of the church on the arm of her bald, paunchy, fifty year old father, he never took his eyes off her for an instant. He, too, had fond thoughts about what was going to happen when he got Rachel alone in that little cabin he had reserved for them in the mountains. In fact, by the time Rachel reached the altar, those lurid thoughts of his had prompted a fair-sized erection that he just barely managed to hide from the guests with his afternoon coat. But it did not escape the sharp eyes of Rachel's Maid of Honor.
Shirley may have told Rachel that she wanted to watch Ty's expression, but that was not all she watched. From her vantage point, standing beside Rachel at the altar, she kept her gaze riveted on the lump throbbing away beneath his striped trousers, well aware of, and envious for, what the new bride was in for that night.
Midway through the reception, the newlyweds slipped away to their separate rooms to change clothes so they could start on their abbreviated honeymoon.
Whether or not she did it to drown her sorrows because she had played her cards wrong and missed her chance at becoming Mrs. Ty Anson, only Shirley knew for sure. But she could not wait for the ceremony to be over and get to the hotel before she started hitting the booze with a vengeance. By the time Rachel and Ty left the party, Shirley was more than just a little bit in her cups and followed Ty upstairs to the room where he was changing clothes.
Ty was peeled down to his shorts, socks and black-patent leather shoes when he heard the banging on his door. He opened it at once and was genuinely surprised to see Shirley standing there in the low cut chiffon gown she had worn at the altar, her bridesmaid hat slightly askew atop her disheveled hair.
He looked at her eyes, closely. "You're drunk!"
She grinned tightly. "You're goddamned right I'm drunk. Stewed to the gills. The way you got me the first night you screwed me."
His face blanched a little and he looked up and down the corridor to make sure it was clear. Then he grabbed her wrists and yanked her inside, closing the door quickly behind her.
"What the hell are you doing . here?" he demanded.
She crossed the room to the bed and sat down onto the edge of it. "I just came to congratulate the groom," she replied, thick-tongued.
Ty walked to the bed and halted in front of her.
"Look-you gotta get out of here, right now!" he told her and made a grab for her wrist but this time she pulled it away from him quickly.
"Oh, no," she protested, looking up at him, glassy-eyed. "I'm not going anyplace, not until I tell you what a lousy son of a bitch you are. Stringing me along, getting all you could out of me, letting me think I meant something to you and then marrying an innocent wide-eyed kid like
Rachel."
"I married her because I love her," Ty retorted.
"Bullshit!" Shirley fired back at him. "You wouldn't recognize love if it stood in front of you stark-naked and did a belly dance. You'd just see it as a new pussy. I give you one month-just one stinking month-and you'll be sticking your big fat cock into any and every broad that'll go to bed with you up there in Richmond."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Ty disparaged angrily. "Now you get the hell up off that bed and get out of here, while the getting's good."
He made another grab for her, but the curvaceous brunette eluded him by crawling away from him across the bed. Then she paused at the far side of the bed to look at him again with a smirk.
"Did I say I'd give you a month?" she scorned. "I wouldn't give you ten seconds." She reached behind, slid open the zipper at the back of her gown and let it fall from her shoulders. A brassiere was built right into the dress, so that when it fell, she was naked to her sensually flaring waist.
Shirley was really well-endowed, there was no question about that. Her slim waist rose to voluptuous breasts that stretched the tape at thirty-eight. They were taut and almost transparent white, topped by bright pink red nipples, that looked like ripe berries sitting in the center of over-sized areolas.
In spite of all the many times Ty had seen Shirley's lushly ripened mounds, the sight of them now, thrust up at him so enticingly, aroused him to a fever pitch and made his mouth water. Shirley watched with a lewd smile of satisfaction at the rising swell in his shorts. Then she met his gaze with a challenge. "One for old times sake? Or are you afraid you aren't man enough? That you won't be able to get it up again for your new bride, tonight?"
As she spoke she leaned backwards on the bed and began raising her skirt, teasing him. Slowly she showed him first the bare gleaming white flesh of her thighs above the tops of her sheer silk and then-licking her lips provocatively-her nylon panties so flimsy that he could see the nest of dark hair that covered her vaginal mound.
"It's been a long time since you felt how warm and soft and wet I am inside," she taunted, watching the throbbing growth of his cock and the ever-widening circle of wetness on his shorts. She held up a beckoning hand to him. "Come-it won't take five minutes ... surely your new bride can wait that long?" Her naked breasts and the sight of the lightly covered fire bush up between her slightly parted thighs seemed to mesmerize him and he moved closer to the bed. But as he started to get on it, Shirley did a quick rollover away from him and jumped off the bed at the far side just out of his reach.
"You would, wouldn't you, you son of a bitch!" she spit at him scornfully. "You'd fuck me with your new bride waiting for you to start on your honeymoon. I knew it! I warned her! She's in for one lousy goddamned life with you. You can't change your stripes any more than a horny cat. The first bitch shakes her tits and her cunt at you and you'll have your cock out of your pants ... and Rachel can go take a crap for herself."
She let her skirt drop and started to pull up the top of her dress to cover her breasts as she turned toward the door. But Ty was off the bed and after her in a flash. He caught up with her as she started to open the door. He grabbed her by the shoulders and sent her spinning back into the room and sprawling across the bed.
He gave the door a little kick, not bothering to see whether it even locked properly. Then he went after her. She tried to get up but he wrestled her until she was stretched out beneath him. He hovered over her, looking down at her, breathing heavily. Holding her down with one hand, he pulled down the top of her gown with the other, again baring her naked breasts.
She met his gaze with a scowl. "You wouldn't! You wouldn't rape me!"
"You don't think so?" he leered.
"I'll scream," she threatened.
He took hold of one of her quivering breasts and squeezed it. "You do and you'll have one sore tit."
She knew he was not joking.
"On the other hand, if you play nice..." He didn't bother to finish. Instead his head dropped to her breasts and his warm wet mouth covered her left nipple and began hungrily sucking.
"No ... no ... let me ... up, you ... son of ... a ... ahhhhh ... bitch, baby," she moaned.
Shirley struggled for no more than ten seconds. Then as the pleasant sensations that his lips and tongue brought to her nipples began to flow through her easily aroused body, she suddenly felt drugged. Oh God! He had always been able to turn her on like this. There were times when he had even brought her to orgasm simply by kissing and sucking her breasts. Without conscious thought her hands were at the back of his head, fingers stroking his neatly trimmed black hair, pushing his face deeper into her aching breasts.
She offered no resistance as he first removed her chiffon gown and then pulled down her panties over her smoothly rounded buttocks. She squirmed and made a contented sound as he ran a hand tentatively over her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. She was drenched down there, the insides of her thighs sticky wet halfway down as she spread them apart, so he could get between them.
He ripped open the snaps of his shorts and let his long rigid cock spring free; it headed toward her little hair-lined pussy opening as if it had eyes of its own or was a heat seeking missile. He was going to take this one last whack at her. Why shouldn't he? She was a goddamned good lay! One of the best he had ever known, else he wouldn't have gone out with her so long, fucked her so often. But marrying her would have been something else again. She just didn't have the class, or the education that Rachel had. Rachel would be a valuable asset to him. Because she knew how to conduct herself in public, how to socialize. All Shirley knew how to do was drink and screw. Nice people wouldn't even want to know them. Whereas, with Rachel, she could hold her own in any company. She had already proven that to him, even in the short time he had known her.
Still, though, "just for old times sake", he wanted to sink his long hard cock into Shirley's eagerly quivering pussy and spew out his heated cum at the mouth of her womb, just this one last time. As Shirley said, "for old times sake". Rachel wouldn't have to know, and his recuperative powers were such, that by the time they got to their motel, he would be ready and raring to go again.
Her whole being alive now with uncontrollable lust, from his stroking of her wetly aroused cunt and kissing her breasts, Shirley spread her sensually curved legs apart so that Ty could kneel up in between her thighs. Finally after what seemed to be a century of waiting to the aroused brunette, he was finally in position over her.
His rampant cock, steel hard and glistening with his pre-ejaculate was poised only inches from the gaping hair-lined entrance to her hot young pussy. He took one final look down at her quivering vaginal furrow and his own impatiently pulsating penis. He could see her fleshy cuntal lips breathing and famished for fulfillment, naked and stretched in lewd abandon ... waiting ... waiting ... waiting for his penetration.
"Now-now please-fuck me!" she moaned piteously, which was what he wanted to hear. It never failed to arouse him even further when a woman begged for his thick rigid cock as she squirmed in helpless passion beneath him. Maybe it was some sort of throwback to male chauvinism but it sent chills of lascivious excitement rippling along his spine to see a female in such a wanton situation, helpless and at his mercy.
To tease her until she could stand no more, until she was willing to admit that he was the master and she his slave to do with as he chose. He rubbed his lust-swollen cock-head slowly, tauntingly, back and forth over her warmly quivering pussy lips, then shifted his position just enough so that when that instant came, he could ram his long darkened shaft all the way up into her belly, burying it to the hilt in her liquid heat. He wanted her to remember this last fuck for the rest of her life. It was a matter of pride with him.
The shamelessly aroused brunette stiffened to receive his penis, her mouth half-open, her eyes bright with eager anticipation. Tingling sensations of carnal hunger were dancing and rippling through her belly. She wanted him. God, how she wanted him! If he didn't shove that big, hot, throbbing prick of his into her cunt right now, she was sure she would go out of her mind. She couldn't wait for him ... not an instant longer! Reaching up she entwined her fingers around his warmly pulsing hardness and guided it toward the yawning, hair-rimmed hole up between her legs.
"Oh, ram it, damn you! Shove it in me! Hurt me-anything! Only do it-now!" She groaned at him mindlessly, her head thrown back, arms out at her sides as she released his hardened thickness and felt it pulsating against her sensitive vaginal flesh.
Ty's eagerly throbbing cock pounded with lewd excitement as it poised at the entrance to the brunette's wide-gaping cunt. He was able to hold out no longer. Slipping his hands beneath her, he grasped her nakedly rounded buttocks and lifted her. At the same moment, he responded to her war cry with a gasp and drove his cock into her, almost viciously. He could feel his aching shaft slide easily between her wetly heated vaginal walls, soothing and refreshing his burning male flesh with her honeyed slipperiness.
"Aaahhh ... yessss!" she wailed in wild delirium, her fleshy ass-cheeks churning in lustful delight against the palms of his hands. Her firm young thighs came together around his waist to clutch him tightly between them, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck like a vise so that she could bring him down and rub her erotically tingling breasts against his hairy chest.
And then, without warning, the door opened behind them and a voice roared out like the boom of a cannon.
"What in the name of fuckin' hell do you call this?" reverberated through the room like thunder.
* * *
Hazel Langford, Rachel's mother, was not a drinking woman. A glass of champagne on her birthday and wedding anniversary and a little bourbon with hot water when she had a cold was her limit. But today for her only daughter's wedding, she really fell off the back of the wagon.
"I don't know how I'm ever going to get through the ceremony," was what she told her husband sadly, that afternoon. So, Frank Langford, her husband, suggested she take a belt or two of straight scotch before they went to the church. But it still did not keep her from making it a four handkerchief affair, sobbing all the way through the nuptials.
Then when she got to the banquet room at the hotel, she began accepting one champagne toast after another and as any seasoned bartenders will agree, champagne and scotch simply do not mix. Hazel went with her daughter upstairs to the little room to help the new bride change for the getaway. Instead, Hazel did a belly-flop on the bed and was dead to the world, in nothing flat.
Rachel tried to wake her, but Mama was out for the rest of the afternoon and night. Which meant Rachel had to change from her bridal gown into her traveling clothes by herself.
Which also meant that Frank, Rachel's father, was on his own for the duration of the reception, a situation that did not disturb him worth a damn. In his day, before he began to lose his hair and develop a slight pot, Frank had been the Romeo of Oaksburg. Even after he first married, right up until the time Rachel was born, the ladies of the town as well as the surrounding community continued to avail themselves of his hardware, which had nothing at all to do with the merchandise he sold in his store.
Despite his fifty-odd years, Frank still had an eye for pretty young girls and there happened to be quite a number of them at the reception. So without Mama on hand, Frank promised to have quite a ball. First, however, he had to see that Rachel and her brand-new husband were away safely and that he had a private goodbye with both of them before they ran into the "rice and old shoes" waiting for them downstairs in the banquet hall.
He went to see Rachel first to let her know that if she ever needed anything, all she had to do was pick up the phone and call him in Oaksburg. Which is how he found out that his wife was in slumber land. Then he kissed Rachel goodbye and went across to the other end of the building to look up Ty and impart the same information ... never expecting that when he opened the door to the hotel room, he would find his new son-in-law in bed with the Maid of Honor; his wetly glistening cock pistoning in and out of her wildly gyrating cunt.
Which is when Frank Langford made his blatant and unceremonious outburst: "What in the name of fuckin' hell do you call this?"
Shirley didn't bat an eyelash. The booze she had consumed plus the shameless arousal Ty had caused in her loins, made her not give a damn who it was. She had not a thing to lose. But Ty was different. He screwed his head around, took one look at Rachel's father standing in the open doorway, swallowed loudly, and died a little.
"Oh shit," the new groom said. Then forced a weak grin and said, "Ah ... hi ... oh, Dad!"
Ty pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of Shirley's tightly clasping pussy with a wet plop and, as the older man stomped forward angrily to halt at one side of the bed, Ty scrambled off at the far side.
Rachel's father glared at his son-in-law, fiercely. "You lowdown bastard!" he railed. "My daughter ... my only little girl ... my sweet baby daughter is waiting downstairs to go on her honeymoon with you ... and I find you here screwing the Maid of Honor!" Determinedly, "I'm not going to let her go through with it! I'm going to tell Rachel exactly what kind of a no-good son of a bitch she's married and have the whole goddamned thing annulled. But first, I'm going to have the pleasure of beating your damned two-timing head off!"
The older man started to come around the bed. Though Ty towered almost a head above him, Frank Langford was built like a draft horse, and even at fifty probably could have gone a long way toward carrying out his threat. But Ty was a lover-not a fighting man-nor did he care to tangle with his new father-in-law, or face the unfavorable publicity such an encounter surely would bring. Conceivably it might even cost him his new job in Richmond. As Frank came toward him, Ty backed away until the wall blocked his retreat. Then he held up his hands, palms outward to try to ward off the older man.
Ty swallowed and shivered a little. "I'm sorry, Mr. Langford-but you and me fighting isn't going to do either of us any good-and it can only hurt Rachel."
"A hell of a lot you care about Rachel," Frank spit at him, contemptuously, as he indicated the girl on the bed, his fists clenched at his sides.
"But I do! I swear I do!" Ty tried to make him understand. "I'll do everything I can in the world to make her happy. I'll be a good husband to her. I promise." His voice grew patronizing. "You're a man of the world, Mr. Langford. You must know what it's like to be alone in a hotel room with a naked girl as pretty as Shirley. I'm sure you wouldn't kick her out, if she came to you, asking you to make love to her."
Shirley had been lying there on the bed all the while, in silence, looking up at the two men as they argued, even if she was not wholly aware of what they were talking about. The booze she had consumed downstairs in the banquet room had finally caught up with her. Only it did not affect her the same way it had Rachel's mother. Instead of making her sleepy, it acted as an aphrodisiac, igniting a warm, horny glow inside her wetly throbbing cunt so that all she wanted was for them to cut out the gabbing and get on with the fucking.
Of course, Frank would have had to be blind not to have noticed Shirley when he first came into the room, even though with a sort of reflex action, she had pulled a sheet up over her naked body. Now the sheet had slipped down again to well below her knees and as Frank turned his head to glance at her, at Ty's suggestion, he got his first real good look at her.
Naked, except for a frilly, French, hip-hugging red satin garter belt with four pink ribbon-trimmed garters that held up her sheer high opera length hose and with her showgirl length hair splashed against the white pillow and her enticing hair-covered pussy-mound up between her fleshy thighs, Shirley was a study in sensuousness.
Ty watched the changing expression on his father-in-law's jowly face and the way his eyes fastened on Shirley's firm, oversized breasts with considerable interest, He saw, too, the sizeable lump forming in the older man's groin area.
"Man to man, Mr. Langford, you can't really blame me. Now can you?" Ty put to him earnestly.
Most of the belligerence went out of Frank's face, as he kept staring down at the near-naked girl stretched out so invitingly on the bed before him. Ty saw the opening he sought and delivered the coup de grace.
"She's all primed," he goaded with intended connotation. "Be a shame to let something tasty like that go to waste. Why don't you help yourself, Mr. Langford? Shirley won't mind; she probably would enjoy getting it from an experienced man of the world. Wouldn't you, Shirley?"
The naked brunette looked up at Ty through half-opened lids, then shifted her gaze to Rachel's father. In her present inebriated and sexually aroused condition, she could hardly be expected to ponder any very weighty problems. But she did appreciate what Ty was asking of her. The way she was feeling, it really didn't make a great deal of difference. All she wanted was a cock stuck in her; a long hard cock that would quench the fire burning in her belly and breasts. There was just enough awareness in her mind, too, for her to realize that it would only be poetic justice for her to let Rachel's old man fuck her. After all, Rachel was the one who "stole" Ty away from her.
By her silence and the way Shirley began to slowly part her legs, just enough to invite Frank to get down in between them, Ty knew she was more than willing. He could tell, too, by the way Rachel's father moved closer to the bed and began fumbling with his belt buckle, that the idea appealed to him also.
The new groom dressed faster than a seasoned fireman answering a three-alarm blaze. In fact, he had all his clothes on and was ready to leave by the time Frank got his fly open. Ty had started to open the door when Frank, with one knee on the bed, turned his head to yell over his shoulder.
"This gets you off the hook this time," the older man growled. "But just this once! I'm warning you, I'm going to keep in touch. I'm going to call Rachel regularly to find out how you're behaving-and so help me, if you go fucking around and cause her one minute of grief, I'm coming up to Richmond, and I'm going to beat the living piss out of you! You understand?"
Ty smiled faintly. "I understand, Dad!"
Then he went out the door and shut it behind him.
Frank Langford frowned at the closed door for a moment, then he turned to face the far more pleasant subject stretched out before him on the bed. For a man past his fiftieth milestone, Frank was remarkably potent. But unfortunately his wife had her "change" when she was forty. While some women have a remarkable increase in sexual drive after menstruation stops, Rachel's mother was not one of them. Sex to her became a real chore, an unpleasant duty. So when Frank found it necessary to expend his energy, he played the field, or took five bucks out of the cash register and visited Oaksburg's one and only house for horny gentlemen.
For Frank, his daughter's Maid of Honor presented a most welcome treat, since he had a whole month's supply of juice stored away in his cum-filled testicles. As soon as his son-in-law was gone, Frank knelt between Shirley's delectable trembling thighs and looked down at her wetly glistening vagina. The rouge-red lips were slightly parted so that he could look into her flooded opening. Her erected clitoris at the top of her hair-lined slit was bigger than his thumb. Her thighs were wet and sticky with a gauzy film.
His mouth watered to taste her succulent little pussy, but he remembered seeing Ty's cock shoved in it and the idea of eating a cunt that had been filled with some other man's penis, even if it was all in the family, just didn't appeal to him. Frank had another quirk. He always liked to first show a woman what he was going to feed her pussy. So he withdrew his penis and moved forward into Shirley's line of vision.
Shirley lifted her head off the pillow and brushed a few disheveled strands of black hair from before her face so she could see. His visibly throbbing penis was every bit as big as Ty's, with an enormous, unsheathed head that looked like a shiny glass doorknob that had stayed too long in the sun and turned purple. He paused a moment longer, feasting his eyes on the luscious sight before him. He had not had a piece as young as her in more than ten years.
The "gals" in the brothel back home were all well over the hump. He was going to enjoy this, or know the reason why. He got from between her thighs and straddled her hips, inching slowly upward until his naked buttocks were resting on her soft warm breasts, her hardened nipples digging into his ass-flesh like good-sized pebbles. He kept moving forward slowly taking hold of her head with his hands and raising it until the pulsing purple-red knob of his cock was within inches of her partly open red lips. He wasn't sure if she was going to go for it, but what the hell ... give it a try!
Shirley did not as a rule go in for cock sucking ... at least not at first lay. But right now, with her brain swimming in alcohol and her voluptuous body racked with a carnal fever, she was more than willing to oblige. She parted her lips and let his lust-hardened cock inch between their sensual softness. Then she clamped them down on his penis just below the swollen head and her tongue began teasing the sensitive flesh that bordered the tiny slit in the tip. Frank moved his hips back and forth in a slow humping action until tiny drops of pre-ejaculate oozed from his inflamed organ and coated her velvety soft tongue.
Feeling the warm breath from her dilated nostrils against his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, he groaned with a lewd delight. He wanted to drive his hotly throbbing penis down into the depths of her throat, but even more right now, he wanted to drop his impatient load of sperm in her vagina.
He slid backwards, his ass-cheeks grazing the satiny flesh of her breasts again, then across her flat belly until he had repositioned himself once again between her widespread legs. Sucking on his cock, even for those few moments, had really turned her on. Frank paused a moment, with his saliva-coated penis pulsing just above her erotically squirming vaginal mound and his great sperm-laden balls dangling over the eager triangle of her exposed little pussy. Her ripely straining breasts suddenly seemed to fascinate him. He reached forward and ran his fingers over the tips of her lust-swollen nipples until her naked body was writhing passionately beneath him. Grinning at her obvious need to fuck, Frank deliberately teased her by letting his throbbing cock glide up and down the length of her hot belly, leaving snail-trails of his fluid excitement on her flesh.
"Ooohhh yes ... yesss ... now..." she moaned deliciously. "No more teasing, please ... put it in me...."
As he heeded her request and moved back until he was kneeling between her legs once more, Shirley reached down and used the index finger of each hand to spread her hotly quivering vaginal lips, holding the layers of sensitive flesh aside so they would not interfere with his entry. Frank took dead aim at her opening with his cockhead and pushed forward. His rigidly pulsating hardness slid between the soft, gushy walls of her hot little passageway as easily as a hot knife piercing a slab of partly melted butter.
He kept burrowing into her throbbing cuntal wetness, deeper and deeper, finding no resistance in the wantonly squirming girl beneath him as he brought joy and satisfaction to her flame-searing hole ... her entire body. She moaned, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access to her yawning, passion-flooded cunt. She wanted to rub her erotically tingling breasts against his hairy chest, the way she did with Ty, but supporting himself straight-armed above her, he was too far away for her to reach him.
He rammed forward, deep up into her cock-devouring little belly. Most of the time when he did that, his bigness caused the women to groan and scream for mercy. But not Shirley! By God, this hot little bitch would take all he had to offer and then some. He rammed forward with everything he had, hoping to at least make her wince. But she just crooned contentedly as she felt his lust-inflated cock sink all the way into her warmly welcoming pussy, right up to the hilt. She could feel his sperm-filled balls, too, slapping gently against her trembling buttocks as he screwed her deep down into the mattress, just in case she tried to escape impalement from his throbbing hugeness. But that she knew, was merely a figment of his enlarged male ego, and gladly she jerked her legs out wide at either side of his solidly-packed body, kicking in wild abandon in an effort to get more and more of his rigid instrument inside her quivering cuntal passageway. Shirley had not the slightest intention of trying to get away from him now, for she was too happy at feeling his hardened thickness embedded deep inside her belly. She loved it!
"Ooohhh ... good ... good ... so goooddd!" she chanted as his powerful body came down against her, his chest flattening her breasts beneath him.
He looked down at her with a lascivious grin of triumph on his lips. Her pretty face was contorted in exquisite pain as his lust-swollen cock-head pressed against her womb like a huge boulder. Her legs stiffened out at each side of him for a moment, heels dug into the mattress as she lifted herself and rubbed her pelvis against his, lewdly and in invitation to do what he willed with her.
He looked down at her again and could see his thick black wet pubic hair entwined with her own curly tendrils, just above the white base of his swollen cock that was buried in her moistly heated pussy furrow. He watched the fevered pink lips of her vagina expanded almost as far as they go, the rubber-like outer rim gripping the blood-imbued base of his cock, sucking like a second mouth as her deeper muscles twitched and rippled against his hardness.
Frank held there for a moment enjoying to the fullest the sight of this lovely young thing impaled beneath him, his virile fifty-five year old cock buried to the hilt into her twenty-four year old belly. Then slowly he felt her legs start to climb until they were wrapped around his middle, her ankles locked at the small of his back. Then her arms went up and around his neck, bringing his mouth down to hers so he could kiss her while they fucked.
"Ooohhh," she whimpered against his mouth as she felt his huge pulsating penis expand even more, stretching the hotly clasping walls of her cunt further apart. "Ooohhh ... fuck me. Hard. Bang as hard as you like."
He would bang the little bitch all right! He would make her think that his cock was coming out of her mouth. But not all at once. First, he set a slow teasing tempo timed with his throbs. He watched the gradual increase in her breathing as soft, incoherent sounds of lewd pleasure came from her panting mouth in rhythm with the gentle in-and-out movement of his penis.
"Ooohhh ... faster ... harder!" she wailed, her tongue wildly licking her lips, then darting into his mouth.
He could feel her urgent throbbing around the super-sensitive knob of his penis. Her wetly clinging vaginal flesh began a soft opening and closing as if trying to suck his heated length deeper into her hot cuntal cavity. He continued his slow rhythmic jabs into the still wildly squirming girl fastened to his belly. He found it almost impossible to hold back as her squeals of pleasure grew louder, more intense.
He watched her head loll from side to side, the muscles in her neck drawn tautly as she ground her pelvis against him almost cruelly. He answered her not by increasing the tempo-as she wanted him to do-but by pulling back until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her wildly twitching pussy, into her liquid heat as deeply as his thick shaft would go. He could feel her straining against him, in utter abandon, a half-crazed smile of ecstasy playing upon her mouth, as she began meeting him jarring thrust for jarring thrust. He knew she was straining to cum-the juices of her milking cunt were flowing freely. Their rasping breathing and the obscene sound of the in-and-out of their fucking motion filling the room.
Suddenly Shirley thrust up sharply against his pistoning hardness, her back arched off the bed, her frantically convulsing cunt glued to his penis, and she held there. "Ooohhh, God! It's ... it's here ... I'm cuuuuuummmmmming!"
And she did! Taking her legs from around his waist, her naked young body began spasming uncontrollably as her liquid lust oozed from her wetly spasming cunt, submerging his deeply embedded staff in her before trickling the deep crevice of her still up-thrust buttocks. Her fluid passion drenched the inside of her wearily quivering thighs and her black stockings almost down to her knees and saturated his cum-filled scrotum resting against her tightly puckering anus.
Rachel's father had held still against the wildly writhing brunette as long as he could. But as she frantically humped out the last of her orgasm, he began moving against her again, making long hard strokes into her sopping passageway, really banging her now. She was right there with him, groaning in a sort of mindless lust as she once-again offered up her tight little cunt for him to plunder, each jackhammer thrust of his huge cock seeming to drive her deeper and deeper into the yielding mattress beneath her.
She could feel his giant cock-head easily sliding up and down the hot length of her vaginal tunnel like a feathery piston, could feel the rhythmic slap of his hairy balls against her sensitive anal opening on each of his downstrokes. With her legs still splayed wide out at each side of him, Shirley reached up and grasped hold of his rock-hard buttocks, so she could thrust her belly shamelessly up and down his skewer as she felt a second climax catching on. It would be so nice if they could cum together and to this end, she sucked voraciously on his tongue that he had shoved into her mouth, swallowing his saliva as her greedily milking cunt yearned to swallow his virile sperm.
And then finally Frank could feel the explosion building up in his aching balls. He was ready to detonate.
She could feel his burgeoning cock stiffening, expanding inside her. She knew the big moment was at hand, too, and she encouraged it every way possible.
"Cum in me," she breathed against his lips. "Don't be afraid, just let it go. I'm on the pill. Fill me with ... ah ... oh ... your ... CUM!"
He reached beneath her and dug his fingers into her firm young buttocks, lifting her, gluing her belly once more to his, his wildly jerking cock rammed as far in her hot little pussy as it would go, his tongue far down into her throat again. Shirley gasped in obscene pleasure as she felt his massive penis flare into alarming bigness that for an instant she feared would rip apart her womb. Moments later, his thick shaft began to spurt. She could feel the hot torrent of cum shoot into her like a sudden eruption of lava from a long threatening volcano.
His climax started the machinery of her second orgasm into motion, and the writhing young brunette cried out in rapture as her convulsing vagina clasped his spewing penis, her cuntal walls again spilling her own liquid sweetness to mix with his thicker, milkier, stickier fluid in the already overflowing depths of her spasming vaginal passageway. The thrashing young girl lifted her legs and reached around under them to desperately milk his heavy balls as she quivered in ecstasy beneath him.
His huge pulsating hardness continued to jerk to its completion; the hot heavy spurts of his passion spitting from its head and filling her womb before dribbling down out of her contracting pussy lips to form a widening puddle of lust on the sheet and mattress beneath her....
As Frank pulled his gradually deflating penis out from between Shirley's passion-drenched loins, she let out a final moan of satisfaction. Her cat-like green eyes opened for a moment, trying to bring the blurry image before her into sharp focus.
"That was a good one ... a real good one. We'll have to try that ... again..." she muttered, then with a faint tired smile, she closed her eyes and fell into sound sleep.
Frank would have liked to stay with her and fuck her again. But maybe if he left and hurried downstairs, he could still see Rachel and her new husband before they left. So he got off the bed, tucked his withered penis inside his trousers and zipped up his fly. With another longing glance at the deliciously naked figure on the bed, he gently pulled the top sheet up over her, left the room and hurried to the self-service elevator outside in the corridor. He rode down to the main floor where the banquet hall was located, then followed the noise and the crowd to the main entrance of the hotel, getting there just in time to see Ty's convertible with a big sign on the back of it that said, "Just Married", pull away from the curb. He saw Rachel lean out the side window of the car and wave goodbye. But he couldn't be sure whether she was waving to him, or to the crowd; whether or not she even knew he was there.
Several of the guests who knew him shook his hand and slapped him on the back and once again offered their congratulations. He acknowledged all of them with a gracious smile. But his mind was back upstairs in that little room where he left Shirley.
Now that Rachel and her new husband were gone and his missus was asleep for the night, there was not a damn reason in the world why he shouldn't rejoin the luscious young brunette for another go-around.
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After stopping off for dinner and picking up a bottle of champagne and two glasses, it was shortly after dark when they finally checked into their cabin. For Rachel it was very exciting to be registered as "Mr. and Mrs. Ty Anson", then carried across the threshold and deposited gently on the big double bed. It was thrilling and just a little frightening, especially for a virgin like Rachel, to find herself alone with a man in a cabin, even if the man was her husband; to have him get onto the bed with her and begin making love to her.
Even though Ty had done all these things to her before, even though she had held his penis in her hand and masturbated him, this was different. Tonight she would know what it was like to feel his male flesh up inside her, to lose her virginity, to have him ejaculate in her belly instead of in her hand. It promised to be a wonderful new experience for her-yet at the same time she could not help but have some fear. She had heard so many terrifying tales. How some men are too big for the women they marry; how it nearly kills some women; ruins them for sex for the rest of their lives. Suppose she was one of those women? Oh God! What a tragedy that would be, to be in love with a man, the way she 'was in love with Ty, and not be able to accommodate him. She wondered if every girl had the same dreadful thoughts on their wedding night?
"Sit up, darling," she heard him whisper as he straightened away from her.
She looked up at him innocently. "What for?"
"I want to undress you," he told her.
Her tummy began to tingle. "Let me shower first, please."
He kissed her half-open mouth again. "Okay-just let me take off your dress."
She sat up on the bed and turned her back to him, her head bowed, slightly.
He found the talon at the back of her dress and slid the zipper open past her slender waist. He couldn't understand why his fingers actually trembled with anxiety. Christ! He had had a couple of hundred girls in his life. Some of them had even been virgins like Rachel. He had undressed them, done everything to them that a man can possibly do to a girl-yet he never could remember feeling the way he did now; never could remember wanting anyone as much as he wanted Rachel. Was this what being in love made a person feel like? It couldn't be that. Because he was sure he had been in love before. Several girls he had even been on the verge of marrying. But, of course, he never did. Maybe it was actually being married that made the difference? That must be it! Knowing that she was his wife must be the reason he felt this way-all excited and sweaty. He brushed the top of the dress from her shoulders and as it slid down around her narrow waist, he put his lips to the soft flesh where her neck joined her shoulders.
Rachel shivered and leaned back against him, tilting her head backwards just enough so he could kiss her partly open lips, pre-moistened with her warm, honeysweet saliva. His kiss sent an immediate flash of heat into her loins and her, breasts suddenly felt too big and constricted in her brassiere. The itchy ache in her nipples as they rubbed against the inner stitching made them feel like something was crawling over them.
He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her to face him. All she had on under the dress was the brassiere, a pair of snug white nylon panties, and satin, flesh-colored hose. Rachel remembered how much he disliked pantyhose and most certainly wouldn't want to wear anything he disapproved of-especially on their wedding night. Ty feasted his eyes on her delightfully girlish breasts pinched together like two ripe melons under her too-tight, daringly low-cut bra, forming a deep intriguing cleavage. He licked his lips and could not resist the temptation of leaning into her and kissing the firm white flesh that bulged over the top of her brassiere.
Rachel felt as if he had put a torch to her flesh, and she had all she could do to take his face in her hands and push him away. "Oh no, darling," she panted, weakly, her breasts moving spasmodically. "Let me shower first ... I'm all perspired...."
"Who cares," he murmured and went on kissing and licking the swell of her breasts and her neck and shoulders. "You taste so good."
"Oh no ... let me go, darling," she cried, struggling until she finally broke away from him and scrambled off the bed. She stood there a moment at the side of the bed, panting, and then seductively let her dress inch its way off her hips and drop to the floor as she did an uncoordinated hula. "I won't be ten seconds."
CHAPTER THREE
As she started toward the bathroom, Ty swung his feet to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed facing her. "At least let me help you get your nylons off."
She hesitated and looked at him. "Then will you let me go?"
He nodded his head.
She came back and stood before him and let him unsnap her stockings and start rolling them down to below her knees. She could see the throbbing outline of his penis straining against the summer weight material of the slacks he was wearing. She wasn't about to lie to herself. She wanted him just as much as he apparently wanted her. But she did want to shower first. She felt so dirty and sticky. She turned to go again, but he caught her hips and brought her back up close to him.
He began kissing the naked flesh of her belly and sides, between the bottom of her bra and the waistband of her panties. She knew that if he ever pulled down her panties, nothing would stop him-or her-and she hadn't planned it that way. She wanted to be squeaky clean and perfumed for him. She wanted to present .herself to him in the brand-new baby doll nightie she bought expressly for this, their first night together.
Finally, her legs almost too rubbery to hold her, she mustered the strength to push away from him and step back so he couldn't reach her. With her eyes half-shut with passion and breathing audibly, she said, "I love you, darling ... and I'll be right back...."
Then she turned, grasping her overnight case that he had left just inside the door and hurried with it into the bathroom. Just before she closed the door Ty called out to her, "Better bring a couple of towels with you when you come out...." Once inside the bathroom, she leaned back for a moment with her head and shoulders against the tile wall, trying to catch her breath and quiet her racing heart. Then she peeled off her nylons, unsnapped and tossed aside her brassiere and her garter belt and pulled off her passion-soaked panties. She reached inside the stall shower and adjusted the water to the proper temperature. Then she opened her overnight case, took out a shower cap, donned it and then stepped under the spray. She worked up a lather all over her body, making sure her breasts, the insides of her thighs and her vagina were as clean as soap and water could make them. She didn't stay under the shower very long. She didn't want to take any chances of losing any of the beautiful feeling that Ty had brought her.
When she stepped out onto the bath mat, she dried herself thoroughly in one of the huge bath towels that the motel management furnished. Then she powdered herself down and sprayed her breasts, her armpits, her belly-button, behind her ears, inside her thighs and all the other strategic parts of her anatomy with the most exotically fragrant perfume she had. Now she was ready for her new short nightie; a whisper of blue silk, so frail that any self-respecting silk worm would be ashamed to admit having spun it. In fact, it was so transparent that Rachel had some last-minute misgivings about wearing it-even in front of her husband. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror back of the bathroom door, she could see her delicate, shiny pink nipples and areolas right through the top; while the panties didn't even begin to hide her pubic hair. For a virgin like herself, it took considerable courage to put out the bathroom light, take the towels he told her to bring, open the door, and step into the next room.
Ty's dark brown eyes bulged as he beheld the breathtaking form of his new bride standing across the room from him in her all-revealing nightie. He was off the bed in a jiffy, hurrying toward her. He took hold of her shoulders and held her at arm's length so he could soak in her loveliness, head to foot. Then he took her in his arms and began kissing her passionately, devouringly, delighting in the way she sighed when his tongue invaded her mouth.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "More beautiful than I ever hoped, ever dreamed you would be."
She could feel the tremendous heat of his' male hardness through her gossamer nightie. Only the thinness of his slacks separated it from her. Strangely, at this magic moment she had no fear of it. She found herself wishing right now, that she was taller, so she could fit it between her legs, hold it and squeeze it between her nakedly burning thighs. The thought of it made her grind her lips suckingly into his; her tongue slithering into his mouth on its own.
She was never quite sure exactly how she got onto the bed, whether she walked there or he carried her and put her there. But there she was, stretched out to her full length on the mattress, clad only in the see-through baby dolls and he was kissing her. First her lips, then her throat. Then he pushed up the top of her nightie and bared her warmly tingling breasts. He glanced at them hungrily for a moment, then he leaned into her and dropped his lips to her left nipple. She gasped and froze as she felt his lips gather in the nub and suckle it with years of practice behind the adoration.
The sensation he brought her was like nothing she had ever known before. It made her feel all tight and quivery up between her thighs, caused the same sensation in her tummy that she remembered feeling going down the highest hump on a roller coaster. She began crooning, running her fingers through the brown hair at the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into her sensitive mounds of flesh.
"Oh, my darling," she breathed, pressing her thighs together deliciously. "I burn and ache down there ... it ... it feels all wild and crazy...."
"Your pussy feels that way?" he exacted.
She swallowed. The word was a little strong for her. But she wagged her head faintly. "It's ... it's like you started a fire down there ... like it's going to burst into flame...."
"Well, it looks like we're going to have to do something about that. Maybe hose it down," was his reply, his wildly excited cock feeling by now as if it, too, was ready to blaze. "You just lie back, Rachel baby, and relax. Enjoy it."
He lifted his face away from her breasts and Rachel was sure he was going to get off the bed and take off his clothes in preparation for the big moment. Instead his head moved downward and she felt his lips coursing over her gossamer panties, kissing the lower part of her belly through the silky material, skittering over her dark crop of pussy hair. He spread her legs slightly with both hands and held them open just enough so that he could flirt with her fevered cuntal lips.
Rachel tasted a brief moment of panic as she remembered that porno film she saw that night with Ty. The man in that movie did the same thing to the girl. Only he first took off her panties. Ty was doing it right through the fabric ... and she was drenched down there. The whole crotch band of her panties was already saturated; little beads of her liquid passion seeping through the weave for him to lick up and swallow. Now he was sucking, drawing her panty-covered vaginal lips into his mouth and nibbling.
It brought Rachel such an incredibly delicious feeling that she couldn't even begin to force his face from between her legs. She could just lie there, as he told her to, and enjoy every instant of it without any longer stopping to think of the repulsive thing he was doing to her. Repulsive, at least in her own mind. Because, same as when she saw the man do it to the girl in the movie, she couldn't believe that normal people did such things, would even want to do them. Yet, here she was enjoying it to the fullest.
Ty actually groaned with delight, that his brand-new wife was responding so beautifully to his oral lovemaking. He had hoped she would. But one could never know for sure. Some of the girls he had known didn't go for cunnilingus at all. Same as some at first flatly refused to indulge in fellatio, or anal intercourse. But in most cases, he eventually brought them around to his way of thinking. Same as he would do with Rachel, if she proved a little hard-nosed. Because sooner or later, he planned to teach her all the rudiments and refinements of sexual love. After all, a man like him just couldn't have a wife who was otherwise.
He sucked for a few moments longer on her scantily clad pussy flesh, then he raised his face so that he could look up at her over the ruffles of blue nylon covering her spiked out breasts. "Like that, darling?"
Eyes closed tightly, Rachel could only roll her head back and forth on the pillow without answering. But her ecstatic expression gave him his answer.
"Now you're really going to feel something," he told her. She opened her eyes and started to lift herself up so she could look down at him. But he reached up and with the flat of his hand between her breasts, gave her a gentle little shove that sent her head back down onto the pillow. "Just do what I told you before, lie still and relax-and be surprised."
He proceeded to drag down her desire-drenched panties. She felt his hot breath, then his heatedly moistened lips on the naked flesh of her belly, kissing through the silky dark patch of hair that covered her pussy mound. Next thing she was aware of was his tongue creeping into the moistly quivering opening to her vagina. She twisted upward-in rapture and protest. "Oh ... oh, Ty? Ty! Aggghhh...."
The heavy scented aroma of her vagina incited him further. Driven by the thought that he was the first man ever to do this to her and further aroused by some sort of strange idea that he should repay her for the priceless gift-her virginity-that she had saved all for him, he took hold of her lust-inflamed cuntal lips with his fingers, peeled them back to expose the pink pearl of her womanhood and began lashing it with the flat of his tongue.
Rachel groaned, shivered, and began thrashing about on the bed, kicking her legs out wildly at each side of him. "Oh, no, Ty," she got out through her choked throat. "You mustn't, my darling ... you mustn't ... it isn't right...."
He paused a moment. "You like it, don't you?"
"Oh yes ... yes ... it's incredible. It makes me want to yell and sob. Makes me want to die with the thrill. But it isn't right. I just know it isn't. Nice people don't...."
"Nice people do," he contradicted. "In fact, the nicer they are, the more they do it."
"Honestly?" She wanted to believe him. More than anything in the world, right at this moment, she wanted to believe him.
"Honestly," he assured her. With that settled, he was back at her vaginal honeycomb again, threatening to drive her into temporary insanity as he licked away on her sensitively vibrating clitoris, investigated her cuntal opening with his tongue, carefully running it over the membrane of her virginity. Then he concentrated on her erect little clitoris, pursing his lips and sucking the ultra-sensitive nerve bud up into his mouth as if he were attempting to pull the precious core out by its roots.
At this point, Rachel went completely sex-crazed. She began sobbing and entangling her fingers in his hair, instinctively trying to draw him ever deeper into her steaming cunt, his slashing tongue inching her further and further into a carnal paradise of wild ungovernable sensations.
"Oh, my darling ... my own sweet darling ... what are you doing to me? I feel so weak ... and ... and crazy. Ooohhh, I think I'm going to cum," she hummed.
And she did!
With his tongue flattening on her clitoris slashing, sucking with a precise skill, Rachel went into orgasm. like a charge of high voltage of electricity it started in her loins, sizzled through her hotly quivering vagina and then knifed into her brain where it severed all contact for her with reality. Her hands jammed his face suffocatingly between her legs, her thighs pinched against the sides of his head holding his tongue entrapped in her vaginal cauldron, not caring whether he ever stopped licking and sucking her. When finally the throbbing in her wildly ecstatic pussy subsided and she returned to a reasonable state of normalcy, she looked up at him, hovering above her, meeting his gaze.
"Well?" he asked with an unconcealed grin of triumph.
She drew in her breath, deliciously. "Oh, my darling, what can I say to you? Words can't even begin to describe the way you made me feel. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. I thought when I saw that girl in the movie being kissed down there ... that, well ... that it was awful ... that she must be a great actress to look and act the way she did. But I know now, she wasn't acting. Because you made me feel the same way that she must have felt." Rachel reached up and with hands that were suddenly fierce and demanding, she brought him down to meet her mouth. She needed no persuasion, no encouragement to part her lips and send her tongue slithering like a serpent into his mouth that was still wet with her own cuntal residue. "I'll never forget that feeling ... never...."
"There's no reason you should," he told her. "You ... you mean ... you'll do it to me again?" she asked, her voice signaling her hopefulness.
He smiled and kissed the tip of her pert little nose. "That, my precious little wife, is just one of the things I'm going to do to you. But for right now...."
He dropped his head, suckled a moment at each of her nipples, then got off the bed and began to pull off his clothes.
Rachel never took her eyes off him for an instant. Even as she removed what was left of her nightie, a gathering excitement surged through her as more and more of his slim-waisted, wide-shouldered body became bared. In spite of his reputation as a cocksmith, Ty had always taken remarkably good care of himself. He seldom ate or drank to excess because he found out at a very early age that both had a tendency to impair his potency. He had learned, too, that while women, as a rule, do not particularly go for the muscle-bound Mr. America type, most of them admire a man with a nicely proportioned body. He found out also that being in shape seemed to improve his performance in bed.
Rachel's real thrill came when he stripped down his shorts and stood before her at the side of the bed, stark naked. She gazed fixedly at his long thick penis, so intriguing and exciting as it stood out at a 45-degree angle from the clump of curly black hair between his strong legs. A hot stab of ecstasy knifed through her body at its prodigious size and strength.
"Oh, Ty," she murmured, enjoying the double-thrill of being looked at by him at the same time. She stretched her limbs tautly, trying to ease the wanting, the urgency burning in her loins, as she offered herself up to his eyes that seemed to be devouring her naked flesh. What he had done to her a few minutes ago, the climax he had brought her, instead of quieting her, seemed to have aroused her even more.
Finally he came to her, their bodies meeting and clinging tightly to one another, their mouths fusing and devouring with unrestrained hunger. They had waited a long time for this moment, and now they would enjoy it to the fullest.
When they had their fill of each other's mouth, Ty relaxed his hold on her and let her fall back onto the mattress. Funny, that at this rapturous moment, she should think of how wrong Shirley had been when she said that she would wind up like all the others, "staring up at the ceiling" in his apartment. Oh, she was looking up at the ceiling now, all right. But it was not in his apartment, nor was it like any of the others. She was his wife.
Rachel felt as if she were in a dream, drifting further and further away from reality. All she was aware of was his tantalizing hands stroking her, arousing almost unbearable pangs of need in her hungering vaginal cavern. She never imagined that she could want a man so much, not even her own husband, as she did right now. She wanted to feel his rigidly throbbing penis pierce her body. Even the fear that she might be too small to accept him was secondary to her desperate desire now. She could feel her flesh grow prickly with goose bumps, the pink circles of her breasts puckering and creeping up into her nipples.
Rachel licked feverishly at her lips as she felt her nipples distend to greater stiffness. Between her legs the slick moisture was hot and abundant, her vaginal lips contracting spasmodically, throbbing stickily and wetly against each other. She wanted to tell him to fuck her as the savage desire raging inside her threatened to overwhelm her-but she just could not bring herself to say the lewd word-to be that brazen even with him.
Ty smiled at her, his expressive brown eyes feasting on her hungrily squirming body. He knew by the way she had acted when he kissed her, when he fingered her to orgasm during their courtship that she was a hot little kitten. But he had no idea that she could be turned on like she was now. He could not help but wonder what she would be like once his long hard cock was buried deep up inside her virginal little cunt. It would not be long before he would know. He moved his knees inside her firm trembling thighs and nudged them apart gently, until they were splayed at each side of his legs and bent up slightly at the knees. He crawled in between them, the flesh of his own thighs pressing against hers. He could see her warmly perfumed pussy, open and rotating sensuously with a hungering anticipation.
Through eyes now clouded with passion, Rachel observed the dim figure of the man who was her brand-new husband, kneeling between her widespread legs. She tensed as he placed the palms of his hands against the soft, moist, inner flesh of her erotically quivering thighs, holding them wide apart. She watched in dream-like wonder as he edged his thick pulsating penis toward her virginal feminine opening. He hovered for a moment over her defenseless loins, a long string of thick white seminal fluid extending from the huge, unsheathed glistening head of his cock and dripping into her pubic hair.
She saw him grasp his turgid length down near the base in his left hand and push it slightly downward to position it in front of her eagerly quivering cuntal mouth. Then his right hand slipped under her naked ass-cheeks and lifted as he aimed his cock at the target-like slit of dewy flesh and dark hair up between her legs.
"Ooohhh, Ty," she whispered tensely, her whole body quivering as he swirled his swollen cock-head on her weeping cunt-folds. After a lifetime of misty imaginings, she was finally going to know what it was like to feel a man up inside her. She was so glad she had waited. So glad that the man was going to be Ty-her own dear, sweet, loving husband. She had just one more final question. "Will-will it hurt? I mean will it hurt real bad when-when you put it in me?"
He remembered the towels she had brought with her from the bathroom and placed on the chair beside the bed. He took that moment to ask her to reach them and spread them under her buttocks. They were easily accessible to her from where she was lying, without even disturbing the position in which he was holding her.
Once the towels were in place, she repeated her question. "Tell me, Ty darling, please-will it hurt?"
He sighed. "Yes, there'll be some pain."
"Very much?"
"Probably-yes," he admitted. "But it'll be short-lived. Then soon as I'm inside you and I start moving against you, the pain will be gone ... gone forever ... and then...."
"Yes, darling?"
"You'll experience a sensation you'll never get enough of for the rest of your life," he told her.
"But I heard that some women are frigid-and don't ever get to like it. Suppose-suppose I turn out to be a woman like that?"
He chuckled amusedly. "Not a chance. A frigid woman could never cum the way you did a little while ago. For a few minutes there, I thought your sweet little pussy was going to bite off my tongue."
"Ty!" she said reprovingly but with a naughty smile. Then she felt the heat of his pulsing hardness against her vaginal lips again, moving up and down the length of her wetly quivering slit, from her clitoris to her anus and back again. "Ooohhh, now, darling-before-before I chicken out."
She hissed and lurched as she felt the head of his huge pulsing penis inching in between the wide-stretched lips of her cunt, rubbing against her clitoris.
With his hotly throbbing cock-head poised at her virginal little hole, he had a last kiss of her mouth and then her nipples. "Ready, darling?"
"Oh, yes," she breathed laboriously. "Yes, darling. Do it to me. Put it in me-now! I don't care if you hurt me, my darling. Just put it in...."
It was the go-ahead signal Ty had been waiting for before he began his demolishing attack. With a grunt, he shoved his hips forward, his organ entering her with a slow, relentless pressure. The virginal young brunette cried out and jerked away from him, trying to retreat from the sizzling contact of his thick impaling shaft against her tender flesh. But experience had taught Ty that this was the most crucial moment of a female's entire sexual existence. To let her get away from him, after the initial stab of pain, could be the one thing she would remember the rest of her life; make her fear intercourse, turn her against it, so that she would never be any good for any man.
Clamping her hips forcefully, he kept pushing his lust-thickened instrument into her tightly resisting pussy, knowing that-like a necessary medicine-it best be taken in one swift gulp. Barely was he inside her futilely squirming cunt when he felt his cock's forward progress checked by her hymen. He pulled back slightly, then-unheeding of her whimpers of pain-rammed forward again. He felt the stubborn tissue stretch and snap with an almost audible implosion.
Rachel cried with the stabbing pain that shot through her loins and placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. He continued to push deeper into her belly, stretching her sensitive cuntal walls with his hugeness.
"Oh no!" Rachel cried out finally, piteously. "Stop-please! You've got to stop, Ty! I can't stand any more, my darling! Oh-stop, please! Aaaueeeeeeeee!"
As well as he could, Ty closed his ears to her pleading. Because once again he knew that this was psychologically the wrong time to stop, to pull out of her. Because this is what she would remember-the pain-without ever knowing the pleasure that lay ahead. As his wife, he could not let such a thing happen to her. If it killed her, he must continue. If it killed him, too. Because in all his experiences, he could never remember a cunt as begrudgingly tight and uncompromising as
Rachel's. The inner muscles seemed made of cast-iron instead of membrane, muscle, and tissue. It felt as if he were wedging his cock into a vise that refused to budge. Every inch of progress that he made into her strangling tunnel was torturous, even to himself. Yet he had no intention of pulling out of her. She was his wife, and this was their wedding night, and he was determined to screw her, even if he scraped every last strip of flesh off his painfully swollen cock. And then at long last, he touched bottom, glorying in the final cry of pain he drew from her.
"Success, my darling," he whispered as his belly adhered to hers, sweating; flattening her quivering young breasts with his chest. "You did it."
She swallowed and ran her tongue over her parched lips, unable to blink away the tears of pain that streamed down both sides of her agonized face. "Did I?"
"You're damn right you did," he congratulated her. "Took every last inch of it." He ground his pelvis down against hers to let her feel that his entire long hard length was actually buried up in her belly.
"I'm glad I could do it, darling," she panted, clenching her teeth against the pain that each mighty throb of his giant organ caused inside her tightness.
"You're too tense, baby," he told her, holding quietly inside her, allowing her to adjust to the bigness and strangeness of his cock. "The worst is over. From now on it's all downhill to pleasure. But you've got to relax to enjoy it."
"I'll ... try...."
He stretched so he could kiss her open, panting mouth. "You're precious...."
Slowly, he began to fuck the trembling young brunette, her wetly clasping vaginal passageway still excruciatingly tight, making each thrust he made into her unadulterated misery. It was as if her strangling cuntal muscles, like bands of corrugated steel, were determined to crunch and granulate his cock. Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of torture, as Ty knew it eventually would, the abundant outflow of their secretions mixed together and Rachel's tightly clasping cavity began to relax.
For her, as well as for him, agony faded and in its place came an ecstasy of mind-bending pleasure like Rachel had never known before in all her life.
"Still hurt?" he whispered, as with a hand at each side of her raven-haired head, he held himself above her just far enough so that their bellies brushed each time he gently slid his lust-thickened cock into her.
"Only a little, darling ... a very little," she told him, looking up at him. unashamedly. "You were right...."
"About what?"
"Me liking it," she confessed. "You feel so big and wonderful inside me, darling." She lifted her ass-cheeks up to meet his downward thrust, holding him there a moment deep inside her rippling little cunt. "Ooohhh, I think if I had known it was like this ... I ... I just might have been tempted to go with you to your apartment." She dropped back onto the bed and let his wonderfully pulsating cock piston in and out of her. "But I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad I waited."
"I'm glad, too," he told her sincerely, as he continued to rise and fall against her.
Rachel tentatively swiveled her hips beneath him and discovered this added to her pleasure. "You can go faster, if you want to, darling. Hard and deep as you like. I don't mind." She began fucking with him for a moment. Then suddenly she caught her breath and her eyes widened as her belly contracted. "Oh ... Ty ... Ty darling! It's starting again. Ooohhh, that wild, crazy feeling! Oh, my God, Ty-I'm going to cum again!"
"Come ahead," he said, feeling surprise that it had happened so rapidly. He lifted her and held her nakedly writhing body tightly against his. "Cum as many times as you want to. It's good for you."
For Rachel, it was another incredibly beautiful first. To be fused to a man's naked body, with his rock-hard cock throbbing wildly so deep in her belly, while she shivered and shook in the throes of orgasm. She convulsed against him for eternal seconds, until her climax began to recede. Then she kissed his mouth, his cheeks, all over his face.
"Now you," she said, her voice thick and her eyes glazed with passion. "You cum. Cum in me, if you like, darling."
"You take a pill?" he asked.
She held away from him for a moment, so she could study his face. "Did you want me to take one?"
"For right now-yes. Later, after we're settled, no!"
She smiled and kissed his mouth, trying to touch her tongue to his. "I took one just before we left the banquet hall."
Fact is, her mother gave them to her, with the advice: "Be safe instead of sorry. Make sure you don't have a baby until you're certain what kind of man you've got for a husband. Love can sometimes blind a woman to an awful lot of a man's faults."
It was not too difficult to appreciate that, due to all the foreplay, the kissing and fingering and cunt-eating he had gone through, plus the tightness of Rachel's torturous vaginal tract, Ty was very close to cumming. Those things, plus the way Rachel began acting, coaxing him to cum, he was suddenly at the point where he could not hold out.
"Ooohhh, you feel so good, my darling!" she breathed against the side of his face, tonguing his ear, as her legs climbed on the backs of his, her heels locking instinctively against his ass-cheeks so she could gain leverage to pump up at him, as if she were a seasoned pro instead of a first-time starter. "Ooohhh, cum ... cum, my lover. I want to feel you cum inside me. Ooohhh-faster, darling. Harder. Oooooohhh, it's happening again ... cum with me...."
With one final thrust, he drove his wildly jerking penis into her as deep as he could go. There, he held his hot swollen cockhead against the mouth of her womb. She could feel him expanding, growing to alarming, unbelievable proportions. She screamed as she felt the walls of her cunt stretch to accommodate him, almost as if he were going to split her belly in two. And then his penis began to buck and shoot volley after volley of churning white sperm into her womb.
Uncontrollable chills of delight rippled through her spasming body as her third climax of the evening caught on. She shook convulsively with each powerful ejaculation from his mighty cock; and each spurt of semen seemed perfectly coordinated with her own cuntal contractions. Finally, the jerking savagery of her orgasm subsided and she felt Ty's cock lose its great size and slowly slip out of her cuntal lips with a reluctant, wet, suctioning sound.
It was over ... her defloration. But that, by no stretch of the imagination meant that it was the end. To the contrary, it was only the beginning. Because after she lay a while beside him, with her dark head nestled against his shoulder, they broke open the bottle of champagne and sampled its bubbling contents, then eagerly returned to more lovemaking.
CHAPTER FOUR
When finally the long night drew to a close and Ty had fucked her for a fourth time, Rachel reached down, took his flaccid penis in the palm of her left hand, lovingly, and studied it carefully. It was almost unbelievable, that such a helpless-looking little thing could grow to such mighty proportions and bring her such happiness. And she was happy. But that very happiness was what caused her such great concern. It was because in the past, whenever she reached a plateau of happiness as she had right now, it had always been a premonition of sadness, a prelude to some personal tragedy that brought her joy to a rude and jarring halt.
That was what made Rachel so worried now as she tucked Ty's lifeless organ away inside his pajama bottom, then threw an arm around him and snuggled nakedly up against him. Would the pattern of happiness followed by sadness persist? Would something happen to destroy what was unquestionably the most incredibly happy time of all her twenty years? With those questions bombarding her tired brain, she lapsed into deep and dreamless sleep.
* * *
For Rachel, the next four days of their honeymoon was like riding around inside a huge glass bubble that shut Ty and her off completely from the rest of the world.
Rachel enjoyed everything they did, every moment of the four days they spent together. But the highlight of each day was when they were alone together in their hotel room. She looked forward eagerly to those wonderful moments when he would take her in his arms and remove her clothes, piece by piece, until she was naked. Then he would kiss her all over until her body quivered uncontrollably and she could take no more of his mouth and tongue and fingers. Then he would take her, fill her spasming belly to overflowing with his heated jism and leave her pussy purring contentedly, waiting only for his testicles to refill so he could do her again.
Their brief four-day honeymoon came to an end on Friday, which gave them the weekend to get to Richmond and rest up so that Ty would be ready to start work on Monday morning. So after a leisurely breakfast and one more love-making session "for the road , they packed their bags and climbed into the car. The company where Ty would be serving as manager had rented them a house in the affluent area of the city. The management also had their interior decorator and staff use their ingenuity and skill in decorating and furnishing the place with the things that had been brought up to Richmond from both Rachel's apartment and Ty's apartment. When Rachel and Ty arrived at their new home late Friday afternoon, everything was ready and waiting for them.
However, some of the ideas that the interior decorator and his staff used on the house did not gibe one hundred per cent with Ty and Rachel's personality. As a result, they spent that first weekend changing things around, which meant that by the end of each day they were too tired to engage in very much sex. A "quickie" and then to sleep.
It would have been fine, if the redoing of the house ended there. But it did not. Every night for the next week or more when Ty came home from work, Rachel had a new chore waiting for him. One night it was moving the furniture around again and re-arranging the pictures. Another night it was refinishing the floors and re-hanging the drapes. Always something new and tiring to do that took the edge off their lovemaking when they went to bed.
Rachel's intentions were of the best. All she wanted to do was make a place for him so he would be proud and happy to come home to a house that would be "them". But for a man like Ty, who had never had a wife, who never had to do a lick of work once he left the office, who always had other people do the "heavy work" for him, it was much too much. When he came home from work, he wanted to relax and expel his energy in bed with her, not by doing menial household chores.
Having spent his entire adult life with women, both during working hours and at night after the office was closed, Ty had learned that the best way to handle members of the opposite sex was not to make an issue of anything, but to take the line of least resistance and let problems settle themselves. Maybe this was the secret of his success with women: to let them think they were having their own way, while he turned his attention to other things.
Following this formula, one of the "other things" that Ty turned his attention to was Mavis Hope. Maybe Shirley had been right about Ty when she told Rachel that he couldn't change in "a thousand light years"! Maybe he would have reverted to form sooner or later anyway? Maybe all he needed was Rachel asking to do some annoying chore around the house every night to hurry things along!
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Wednesday morning of the second week after Ty had taken on the duties of manager that he saw Mavis for the first time. It would have been difficult for a man with Ty's roving eye and appreciation of feminine pulchritude not to have seen her.
She moved gracefully and assuredly with the proud carriage of a female well-aware of her charms as she walked across the yard, heading toward the business office. She wore a pair of white linen shorts that fit snugly to her hips and groin, barely covering her well-defined buttocks and showing off the long, exquisitely-shaped legs, further accentuated by a pair of tall platform white heels. Her emerald green nylon blouse bounced and swayed, it was obvious that she wore no brassiere or anything else underneath. Every male on the grounds, clerks and customers alike, paused whatever they might be doing to crane and ogle her sensually ripened body as she went by. Some of the guys who worked in the upstairs offices even came down to have a look at her, while the women eyed her long, shimmering auburn hair and lovely face with undisguised envy and jealousy. The stares followed her until-she disappeared behind one of the buildings.
By the time Mavis got there, Ty was waiting to greet her with his handsomest, warmest smile. From the way her eyes appraised his tall, athletically-trim body and settled on his good-looking face, it was apparent that she liked what she saw.
He introduced himself and told her, if he may, he would like to serve her, personally.
She smiled and said, "I'd like that very much." Then added, "I'm Mavis Hope. Mrs. Mavis Hope."
The way she emphasized the "Mrs." dampened his enthusiasm for a moment. Not that he had any qualms about married women. It was simply that husbands had a very bad habit of sometimes getting in the way. But another look at her fabulously-shaped, lightly-clad body and the way her prominent nipples traced a line back and forth under the fabric of her green nylon blouse, quickly rekindled his interest; his restlessly stirring penis alerting like a thoroughbred standing in the starting gate, just waiting for the signal to go.
"My husband wanted me to pick up some papers for him."
"Ah, yes. Well, I'm afraid you're earlier than we expected. They aren't quite ready. Would you like to wait for a few minutes...? "
"I wonder if I could have them delivered?" Mavis Hope interrupted. "I have several stops to make, and I really don't have time to wait."
Ty smiled and assured her it would be his pleasure to have the papers delivered. She gave him her address.
"That's in Glen wood, isn't it?" he asked.
"Urn huh."
"I thought so," he told her. Then as if with a sudden thought, "Say-I go right past there on my way home from work. If you'd like, I can drop the papers off myself, tonight."
She looked at him, inquiringly. "I'd appreciate that very much. If you're sure it won't inconvenience you?"
"I told you, I take that way home every night. It's right on my way."
She smiled. "If you aren't too late, you might stop in for a cocktail."
His heart began to pound a little faster and he showed admirable control over his penis, by making it lie flat against his right thigh, when for all the world it wanted to lift its moist head and snap at her.
As she turned to go, she had an afterthought. She paused to look at him over her shoulder and said, "If no one answers the bell, don't leave. There's a gate at the side of the house that leads into the gardens. On a hot day like this, you'll probably find me out there beside the pool."
Then she was on her way again, all eyes including Ty's following the sensuous wiggle of her smoothly rounded buttocks under the tight fit of her white shorts, until she was out the door.
* * *
As manager of the company, Ty had to account to no one for his time. As long as sales were high and his company operated efficiently and according to company policy, he could come and go pretty much as he pleased. Today, he chose to exercise that privilege and left the company at about four-thirty, which was about as long as he could contain his anxiety to see Mrs. Mavis Hope again. Of course, no one at the company had the faintest idea where he was going or that he had any intention of conducting his own personalized delivery service.
With the papers on the back seat of his car, Ty followed Harper Avenue right through until it became Jessie Avenue, flanked with the homes and estates of Richmond's wealthy citizens. Located about midway along this colorful and shaded drive stood the Hope home. While Ty and Rachel also lived in the Glenwood area, the location and their house itself did not in any way compare with the Hope place. Theirs was one of the tract homes in a very moderate, middle class section; while the Hope house cost money, lots of money, which meant that Mavis and her husband had to be pretty well fixed.
The brief checking Ty had done after Mavis left the office that morning turned up some rather interesting facts. Kenneth Hope was the regional sales manager for one of the nation's largest oil companies. His travels took him up and down the coast from the state of Florida to the Canadian border and as far inland as Michigan. This naturally meant he spent a considerable amount of time away from home. He was husband number four for Mavis and she had been married to him for more than five years.
Ty went along the gentle curve of the Hope driveway and shut off the motor of his car in front of the big stone house. When he put his finger to the bell, he could hear it chime musically inside. After standing there for a minute, he touched it again. No one answered the door.
He remembered what Mavis had told him, so with the papers tucked under his arm, he followed the flagstone walk to the right side of the house. There he found the big wrought iron gate that Mavis had told him about. He opened it and entered the spacious gardens. He followed the twisting turns of the walk through the maze of tall, well-kept shrubbery that successfully hid the back of the place from the front.
When finally the shrubbery opened up, Ty found himself in the vast gardens. There was a huge pool at one side and a meticulously-clipped putting green on the other. Removed some distance from the two was a slate-roofed, low-slung building with shower stalls that obviously served as dressing rooms and tool house.
Ty thought at first that Mavis might have forgotten about him coming there, because the gardens seemed as deserted as the big house. Then he caught the faint, distant strains of pop music. A low-cut hedgerow screened off one of the far corners of the pool and he could see the top of a striped table-umbrella through the interlaced foliage.
He walked toward the spot and then halted, standing there for several moments in silence, just content to look down at her. Her fingers were locked behind her red head, cradling it, her eyes closed behind dark glasses, and she was stretched out on a blanket in the late afternoon sun in taut repose. She presented an even more sensuous picture than she had that morning in her white shorts and green blouse.
Now the top of her pink bikini was filled to overflowing with breasts that were breathtaking in their size and matured ripeness. The bottom of the bikini was pulled far down below her dimpled belly button to expose the startling whiteness of her untanned flesh against that which had been bronzed by the sun. Each time she inhaled she drew in her tummy, then caused it to swell gently each time she let out her breath.
He waited until he had filled his eyes with her delightfulness then he cleared his throat.
Mavis' eyes popped open, and she quickly removed her sunglasses to focus her gaze on his sleepily. She smiled at him. "Oh." Her smile deepened and her beauty became almost dazzling. "It's you, Mr. Anson. Hello."
"H'ya, Mrs. Hope," he said, trying to keep his eyes off her breasts as she sat up and their full sensuous whiteness showed almost down to her areolas.
Without waiting for her to ask, he took her white silk robe from the table and held it out to her. She thanked him with a smile and draped it around her shoulders, making no attempt to close it in front and hide her almost completely exposed breasts.
"I was starting to think that maybe you'd forgotten me," she said as she shook out her long, dazzling auburn hair and ran her fingers through it. "I thought maybe you were going to have some employee deliver my papers.
"Have them right here," he told her as he showed her the package and smiled, trying, but finding it impossible, to keep his eyes off her breasts that more and more threatened to escape their moorings, each time she moved. Not that he minded! But she was, after all, a customer and from all indications could become a most valued one. He could not risk offending anyone like that. He had to play it very close to the vest until he found out whether she was just a cock-tease, or the genuine article.
She glanced at the small traveling clock standing atop the table, alongside an array of bottles, glasses, mix, a silver shaker and an ice-bucket. "My-it's after five o'clock," she announced. "You are a punctual man. Just in time for cocktails." Thoughtfully, she brought the front of her robe together, decorously covering her breasts as she got to her feet and stepped toward the table.
Ty was a little surprised to see how tall she was even without her platform heels. The top of her coppery head came above his shoulders, and there was no question that she was well put together. Yet there was not even the slightest hint of horsiness about her. She simply was all woman-and then some.
"I hope you like martinis, Mr. Anson," she said as she reached the silver shaker. "I have a batch all mixed. But if not," she indicated the collection of bottles, "there's Scotch, gin, brandy ... just help yourself."
"A martini will do just fine," he said, watching the way the soft silk of the robe molded to the sensuous curves of her hips and ass-cheeks.
She stirred the silver mixer and filled two long-stemmed glasses, turned and proffered one of them to Ty. As they touched glasses, the front of her robe fell open again and he caught a glimpse of one of her berry-like nipples where her top had slipped down. It was as large and luscious-looking as the fruit from which it took its coloring. She quickly drew the robe together again, then dimpled and smiled sort of impishly as they sipped and then downed their drinks.
As soon as the glasses were empty, she took the shaker again and refilled them. Handing him his, she said without preamble, "Tell me all about yourself, Mr. Anson."
"There isn't very much to tell," he said, as he watched her sit down on the blanket and fold her bare legs in front of her Indian-fashion. "Working in a pipe company isn't very exciting, or very glamorous-except to the people who work there."
She waited until he brought one of the chairs a little closer to her and sat down in it, then she asked, "Are you married, Mr. Anson?"
He wagged his head. "Yes, Mrs. Hope ... just."
"Just?" she echoed.
He counted on his fingers. "Less than three weeks. Eighteen days to be exact."
"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "You haven't even had a chance to get acquainted yet." Then she changed the subject. "Apparently you're new in Richmond."
"That's right," he confirmed. "Only since the store's been open. Less than two weeks."
She drained her glass for a second time. "I thought I hadn't seen you before." She smiled deeply, again with a sunburst of beauty. "I sort of have a way of remembering handsome young men." She held her empty glass up to him. "Mind, Mr. Anson? I'm afraid the ice diluted my lovely martinis, waiting for you to get here."
He got up, took her glass and carried it to the table and refilled it. To her taste, the ice may have diluted the martinis; but not to his! He refilled his glass just for appearances. He had no intention of drinking it. Two martinis were quite his capacity, especially on an empty stomach.
He had brought her refilled glass back to her and started to return to the chair when she said, "Why be so formal, Mr. Anson?" She patted a place on the blanket beside her. "Why not sit down here with me, so we can talk?"
He didn't argue. Glass in hand, he lowered himself to the blanket and sat beside her. Up close like this, she smelled as good as she looked. Aside from the clean fresh scent of her hair, she was wearing some exotic perfume that he didn't recognize-one that was sensuously intoxicating.
In touching her glass to his, a bead of water vapor from the glass bottom dripped down onto his trousers, leaving a wet spot there. Quickly she set her martini aside, took a small lace hanky from the pocket of her robe, and began rubbing the spot-about halfway up his right thigh.
"Oh my!" she apologized. "I'm so sorry. I do hope it doesn't leave a stain."
"It probably won't," he minimized. "It's only water."
He tried not to notice how soft and exciting her fingers were as they continued to rub the water from his thigh. It just so happened he was "dressed right", and his long thick cock that had been itching and aching for her ever since she first walked into the office that morning was only inches away from where she was so busily rubbing the still wet spot on his trousers. Unfortunately it wasn't behaving nearly as nicely as it did in the office. He was trying desperately to keep it hidden under the tail of his coat, but it was growing to rather awesome proportions where it was impossible for her not to notice it.
When finally she took away her hand and put her lace hanky back into her robe-pocket, she reached her glass again, sipped some of its contents and said, "Do you mind if I call you, Ty?"
"I hope you do."
She smiled. "And I'm Mavis." Another sip at her martini.
Ty made no comment. He simply kept staring at her, still entranced with her beauty, as she finished her drink and set it down, away from the blanket.
She gave her head a little toss, sweeping her long coppery hair back over her shoulder. Then she met his gaze, intently. "Is your wife very pretty."
"Very pretty."
"Prettier than I am?" she asked as she deliberately let the front of her robe fall open again. Her pink bikini top has slipped farther down to expose her left breast almost completely; the other only half-covered by the pink nylon strip. The swollen nipple of her naked breast looked vividly pink against her untanned flesh.
He stared at her luscious mound, then swallowed awkwardly. With beads of perspiration standing out on his brow, he got himself neatly off the hook by saying, "You're-you're both very beautiful-and both entirely different types."
She smiled once more. "Very prettily and very diplomatically put." Ty didn't know whether or not the martinis had finally caught up with her, but she wiggled her shoulders and let the silk robe slide down her arms, her pink brassiere slipping down still further, suspended precariously now on the distended nipple of her right breast.
"Would you like to go for a swim?" she asked him. "You'll find trunks in the cabana that'll fit you."
"I think not," he replied, swallowing nervously. "I think for right now, I'd rather just sit and talk."
She gave her halter a little upward tug just enough to hide her nipples, held her glass up for still another refill and then they made small talk for several minutes. She waited until she finished her fourth martini, then she set the glass aside once more, leaned into him, her ripened breasts almost spilling out of her brassiere again. Without warning she asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"
His eyes shifted from her deeply fleshy cleavage to her sensuous red mouth as she parted her lips and ran her tongue over them, moistening them enticingly.
"I'd like to kiss you very much," he assured her, as he moved a little closer to her. His temples began to pound like tiny drums and he could feel the excited perspiration oozing from every pore of his body as his cock started a hard pulse beat inside his trousers and shorts.
The next moment, he had his arms around her, almost naked body, causing her full sensuous breasts to scrape against the roughness of his jacket. Her mouth opened hungrily as his lips spread over hers. He tasted her hot, martini-laden breath, as their tongues played, and darted-first inside his mouth, then in hers. They would both feel the jarring impact of new and welcome emotions. His hands, things on their own, slid behind her to bring her erotically trembling body still closer to his for a moment. Then his fingers moved toward the tiny hidden snaps at the back of her brassiere and hesitated a moment to see whether she would stop him. When she merely sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth, the snaps and the pink nylon top fell to the blanket between them to make her naked from the waist up.
Mavis closed her eyes and threw her head back, her long, auburn hair almost touching the ground behind her, neck muscles drawn taut, as she felt his mouth move downward toward her ripely quivering breasts. He kissed the heavily perfumed flesh between them, the warm, moist underside of them where they began their rise beneath her armpits, moving in ever-narrowing circles until he reached her lust-hardened nipples.
Mavis felt a delicious and sensuous warmth steal over her excitedly tingling body, rippling over her sensitive flesh in electric waves with each swipe of his tongue that moved impartially from one straining breast to the other. At the same time she felt his hands moving down along her rib cage until they reached the tight elastic waistband of her abbreviated swim-suit bottom. His fingers went beneath the clinging nylon, and he tentatively began to work them down off her hips. Suddenly he paused and lifted his head. "Suppose your husband came home?"
"No chance," she murmured, her breath coming in irregular rasps. "He'll be out of town until the weekend."
"The gate's open," he reminded her. "Suppose someone else came in?"
"The gate was open," she said softly, trying to control her breathing. "I left it open for you, darling. But now it's locked. No one can come in."
She didn't bother to explain, or show him the small remote control button atop the table. She simply raised her ass-cheeks up off the blanket to assist him as she felt him resume peeling her bikini trunks off her flaring hips and down her legs.
She gave no indication of embarrassment, or shame as he drew back just enough to look down at her. Mavis obviously was used to being looked at and admired in the raw. She knew she had an exquisitely, beautifully matured body and was proud of it. She simply stretched out seductively on the blanket and let his eyes feast on the banquet of golden sun-kissed flesh before him. And gorge himself he did, taking in every inch of her stunning femininity. Her long, gorgeously shaped legs were tanned as was her belly and arms and shoulders, accentuating the pale whiteness of her breasts and groin where her bikini top and bottom had covered. This whiteness made her nipples seem larger and more vividly pink; and the abundant growth of pussy hair up between her sleek thighs was blacker, richer, and more luxuriant even though it was in sharp contrast to the long auburn hair framing her lovely face.
His watering mouth dove for her naked breasts again and, as she fell backwards onto the blanket, he followed after her, pushing his face into the soft, warm, pleasantly scented mounds, encompassing the pebble-grained areolas with his lips and sucking her nipples up into his mouth.
Maybe she was one of those rare women who could actually secrete a milky substance without being pregnant, or it could merely have been the oily secretion from her sweat glands. But whatever it might be, it was sweet and rewarding to his taste buds. His suckling really turned her on, too. Her head began rolling like a rag doll's and her hips ground eagerly up off the blanket as soft mewling sounds streamed from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Slowly his wetly devouring lips began moving downward over her undulating belly, feasting on her loins as her sable-soft black pubic hair tickled his cheeks. Slowly he began to nudge her thighs open with his hands so he could get at the warm, wet, succulent pussy flesh between them. But suddenly he felt her hands at both sides of his head, lifting him away from her.
"Later, darling," she moaned beseechingly. "We have all the time in the world to do that. Right now, I want you to fuck me. For the first time, I want the thrill of cumming around your prick."
This was a little twist, usually he was the aggressor. Also, her outspokenness surprised and shocked him a little. But he did not know why it should. She might look and live and act like a fine lady. But he knew from long experience, that all cats are alike when in heat.
"Take it out," she kept moaning deliciously, in a way that sent a surge of lewd excitement rippling through his lean body. "I want to see what your prick looks like."
He did not keep her waiting any longer than possible. He was as hot for it as she. Hurriedly, he threw off his jacket and loosened his collar and tie. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled his dark, business-suit trousers off his long legs, while Mavis watched, eagerly, rolling and panting on the blanket. He was glad to get his boxer shorts off, because they were wet and sticky and adhesive from his excitement, and his rigidly throbbing cock was glad to be free.
Mavis gave a little gasp and delight as she stared up at his rigid weapon. "He's beautiful!" she exclaimed, actually bringing her palms together, gleefully. "Fantastic, darling! So big!"
He smiled. What the hell! He had reason to be proud, and he knew it. He stood naked before her for a moment, savoring her lustful impatience. Then he dropped to his knees and splayed her legs so he could get in between them. "You're kind of fantastic yourself," he complimented her. And it was true. She had a sweet little cunt as well-cared for as her meticulously-kept gardens.
In spite of what Mavis had said, he could not resist the temptation of leaning forward and putting his wetly ovaled lips to her soft warm cuntal mouth. The taste of her warmly quivering pussy was even more heady than he had imagined it would be. She had sprayed her cunt, inside and out, with a wine-flavored vaginal deodorant. As a rule, Ty did not go for vaginal sprays. He preferred the raw, musky taste and fragrance of a female's secretion. But this he had to admit was real tasty, especially when mixed with her heavy outpouring of heated vaginal juices.
Mavis let him suck and dig his long slippery tongue into her wildly pulsating slit and lick for a moment over her erotically erected clitoris. But then she reached down and grabbed his head again with a grip that was strong enough to give him a couple of cauliflower ears.
"No more!" she gasped as she struggled to push his face from between her thighs. "Christ-no more! I told you-fuck me! Stick that beautiful big prick of yours up inside me and fuck my ass off!"
Some lady! But whether she was lady or slut, right at this moment, he did not give a damn. With a hand on the ground at each side of her, he leaned into her, his lust-thickened cock pulsing in eagerness before the gaping wet entrance to her cunt. Then he felt her reach down between her legs, grasp his rigidly throbbing hardness and lead it to the quivering opening of her hair-lined vagina. There, she let him go and, reaching up, grasped his naked buttocks and pulled him toward her.
He felt his cock slide in between the hot, sponge-like walls of her passion-slickened cunt. For all the fucking she must have done in her thirty-odd years, her passageway was surprisingly tight. Not as tight as Rachel's of course, but still not as cavernous as Shirley's or some of the other women whose vaginal openings had been penetrated by his long hard cock.
Of course, he had read or heard some place that operations could be performed to tighten the vaginal walls, take up the slack in the opening and make the entire female organ smaller. Maybe that was what Mavis had done? But right now was no time for scientific analysis. Ty was interested in just one thing-pushing his cock into the hotly trembling flesh of her belly. She began bucking and churning, muttering obscenities that were a match for any he had ever spoken, until his entire long length was entombed in her tightly clasping cunt.
"Ooohhh, God-but you feel good!" she wailed, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her mouth sucking gobs of air into her cramped lungs. "Oooh, fuck me, honey! Fuck me good! Splash your cum around my heart. Let me taste it in my mouth. Ooohhh, fuck me!"
There was no subtlety in the way he began moving in and out of her. No slow, easy buildup. There was even less delicacy in the way she fucked up against him. With undisguised pleasure, she ground her hips up and down in a sexual frenzy, riding his thick rigid penis like a greased pole as he fucked rhythmically in and out of her hotly throbbing pussy.
"Harder!" she goaded. "Fuck harder! Faster!"
To show her who was in command of the show, he pulled his lust-bulging instrument out of her clasping cuntal flesh and held it poised tantalizingly between her quivering vaginal lips. He grinned down at her almost mockingly as he felt the hot eager flesh of her cunt lips trying to suck him back up inside her belly again. He could feel the muscles of her whole body tightening, pleading gasps of frustration coming from her throat, as she rolled her head from side to side in the sweep of coppery hair that pillowed it. As usual, this was what sent him completely off his nut, this moment of complete male mastery, when he had the woman beneath him, begging for it. When he first saw her this morning, waited on her in the office, never did he dream that before the day was out, he would have her like this, groveling, pleading.
"You son of a bitch!" she grated, her nostrils dilated, her eyes half-shut with passion as she looked up at him. "You'll pay for this, you just wait and see! I'm going to send you home with every last drop of starch taken out of that big cock of yours."
Ty heard only half of her delightful threat, because he had been done in by his own teasing. Nothing in the world mattered to him this instant except getting his painfully throbbing mass of flesh back into the hotly squirming bitch beneath him. He rammed his rigid hardness into her almost cruelly. She gasped and tightened and then went all loose again, relishing every rock-hard inch of his warmly pulsating penis, desperate for it to explode up inside her belly.
Ty could feel her hotly quivering cunt tightening around his thrusting cock as he fucked savagely in and out of her. He could feel her voluptuous body shuddering in pleasure, jerking and gyrating her hungry loins with increasing urgency up against him to swallow every inch of his virile maleness. Their bellies slapped together wetly and obscenely. Suddenly, almost without forewarning, she spasmed! From deep in her interior a fiery fluid burst like a tidal wave breaking against the shore. It streamed and frothed and flooded around his thick ramming cock, spewing down the insides of her thighs, her cunt-lips jerking and palpitating with a crazy rhythm.
"Aaahhh-hold still! For just a second-hold still," she shrieked in rapture. "I'M ... I'M CUMMING!"
But he could not hold still. He had held back his own orgasm as long as it was humanly possible. Now he could stand it no longer. It was as if a cobra was wiggling its way out of his belly and up the long pulsing length of his cock. Then he felt the venom of the reptile spit from the opening in the tip of his wildly jerking cock in what seemed a never-ending outflow of sperm.
Beneath him, Mavis' lush body danced from side to side in joyous abandon and she chanted his name over and over as a second orgasm hit her and continued until finally, she fell back against the ground with a kind of excruciatingly beautiful satisfaction.
Mavis kept her promise. Before Ty left her, she made him do her twice more: once, after they had a swim in the pool in the nude, and again on the divan on the patio, where Mavis served him a buffet dinner.
It was all very beautiful while it lasted, and it took Ty back to the carefree days when he was a bachelor, playing the field and had to report his actions to no one. But then he remembered he was married and had a wife waiting for him at home. Which in itself might not have been such a tragedy-if Rachel had not been waiting there for him with a big surprise.
* * *
Now that Rachel finally had the house in order and everything arranged just the way she wanted it, she suddenly realized how much she had neglected Ty. True, she had performed her wifely duties, but only up to a point. At no time since they arrived in Richmond had they engaged in all-out intimacies, the way they did back on their honeymoon.
Their experiences in bed had been rather routine, with none of the imaginative or exciting variations they had shared on their honeymoon.
She suddenly realized that she had been denying herself all those special little thrills and pleasures as well as him. But tonight would be different, she told herself. Especially since he had brought her a small, second-hand compact car for her to drive around in. From now on, she would go back to being that sensuous little sexpot he had known for those First four or five days and nights after they were married. Tonight she would make it up to him in a hundred and one different ways. Because why lie about it, she loved sex as much as he did. It was simply that she had been so interested playing homebody and making a home for Ty of which he would be proud, that she had allowed those things to take over her mind. But no more! From now on she was going to be more than just a wife to him, she was going to be his paramour, sex mate.
To this end, she showered, set her raven-black hair the way he liked it, perfumed her slim, girlish body and even rouged the points of her breasts and the lips of her pussy. She put on that see-through baby doll nightie she wore the very first night of their honeymoon and the tall white heels she had worn with her bridal gown. Then she sat down to watch television and wait for him.
The company did not close until six at night and on several occasions in the past, he had waited around for the final "figure" to see how they had done for the day. So Rachel did not think it too strange when he was late. But when the eleven o'clock news went off, and he still was not home, she began to show some concern. She knew it would be a waste of time to call the office. No one would be there except the special officers, and they could not tell her where Ty was. So there was nothing for her to do except wait.
At fifteen minutes past midnight, Rachel heard the key rattle in the door. She threw off the negligee she had been wearing over her baby doll nightie and hurried to greet him. She waited until he closed the door, then she threw her arms around his neck, reached up on tiptoes and kissed him. She tasted in a moment that he had been drinking. She said nothing about it. She simply asked, "What happened to keep you so late, darling?"
He cleared his throat, self-consciously. "Mr. Daniels and a couple of big shots from the main branch paid a surprise visit to the store. Didn't get there until after four," he fabricated.
Rachel was well aware that Mr. Daniels was the big boss of Acme Pipe Company. The major domo.
"They insisted I go out and have a couple of drinks with them," Ty continued very convincingly. "After they made the trip all the way up from Norfolk, I couldn't very well say no. I meant to call you and let you know. But we got to talking and well, the couple of drinks led to dinner and more talk and before I realized it was damn near midnight. They're probably still at it, sopping it up. But I said I had to get home to my wife."
Rachel swallowed every word of his story. She had no reason not to. She just gave him a big kiss on the cheek and said, "Thanks, darling."
It was not until then, that they stepped away from the darkened doorway into the light of the living room and Ty saw what his wife had on.
"What're you made up for?" he asked rather untactfully.
She smiled and moistened her lips with her tongue, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I thought you might like to make love to me ... the way we did on our honeymoon."
Ty looked at her rouged nipples standing out prominently and visibly under-her wispy top, at her dark pubic hair through her panties. "You picked a hell of a night to be romantic," he complained. Then caught himself and added, "You know I'm no damn good for anything after a few drinks."
She moved close to him, facing him. She put her thighs against his and shamelessly rubbed her lightly covered pelvis against his penis. She was disappointed to find that it showed not even the faintest spark of life. She managed a faint smile and said, hopefully, "Maybe you'll feel better after we get into bed?"
Since Ty had told her he had dinner, she left the things she had prepared for him to eat on the stove in the kitchen and went into the bedroom. He followed after her and continued on into the bathroom while she got into bed.
Rachel listened as he showered, scrubbed his teeth and took care of his other necessities. When she guessed he was about ready to come out, she stripped off the top and bottom of her baby dolls, threw back the top sheet and sprawled out on her back stark-naked on the bed, with a pillow stuffed under her buttocks, the way he had taught her. She lay there with the light on, her legs parted just enough so he could see the red-rouged lips of her pussy half-hidden in her dark hair. With her eyes closed, she pretended to be asleep. She heard him open the door and take a few steps into the room, barefooted. She heard him halt alongside the bed and gasp.
"Holy Christ!" he uttered. "Why tonight did you have to feel horny?"
She opened one eye and looked up at him. As usual, he was wearing only the bottom of his pajamas. But far from usual, for him, there was not even the slightest sign of a swelling any place in his groin area. She brought her legs together and turned on her side, facing him, her raven hair covering one side of her face and her breasts hanging down slightly, the way he had always told her she looked sexiest. But apparently, it had little or no affect on him tonight. Because without further comment, he simply put out the light, got into bed and lay with his back to her.
Rachel lay there in silence, hopeful that he might turn toward her and put his arms around her, kiss her, and run his hands over her eager flesh. When after several minutes nothing happened, she cuddled close to him and kissed his right ear, her right arm snaking around his waist and down over his belly. She found his lifeless penis and rubbed her palm over it, lovingly. She was disappointed that there was no reaction, but she did not let it discourage her. She worked her hand inside his fly, wrapped her fingers around his flaccid male flesh and began stroking him. There was a faint flicker of arousal but then it went soft again.
To every man there comes a time when his penis becomes overly-sensitive, when things that ordinarily would excite and create beautiful sensations simply annoy and even disgust him. After an evening with Mavis, trying to appease her insatiable appetite for sex, having her maul and kiss and suck on his cock and then fuck her three times, Ty for all his satyristic, remarkable recuperative powers had reached that point of no more sex play. Now all Rachel's hands, gentle and loving as they might be, were just making his penis painful and irritated.
He took as much of it as he could stand, then he turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder, in the darkness. Trying to hide his annoyance, he said, "Look, I told you it's no use, Rachel."
She kept stroking him, fingering the half-sheathed knob of his cock that was bone dry. "Let me try, please. Let me see if I can't make my darling big and hard."
"A waste of time," he snapped, as he took hold of her wrist and removed her hand from his lifeless cock. "Try me tomorrow. Right now all I want is sleep."
Which is precisely what he did, within the short space of a couple of minutes, leaving Rachel frustrated and chagrined for the first time since they were married.
CHAPTER SIX
Rachel tried again the next night, as Ty suggested. But again he came home late, tired and with the smell of liquor on his breath. He told Rachel that Mr. Daniels and the men who had come with him from the main office were still in town and it was his duty to entertain them. But it was hogwash. On his way home from work, Ty had again stopped off to see Mavis. There was no buildup this time, no subterfuge. They had one drink at the bar in one corner of the spacious living room, then they went right into her bedroom at the far end of the sprawling house.
There was precious little for her to take off, since all she was wearing was an off-the-shoulder cotton summer dress, with not a stitch on underneath. So that when Ty slid open the zipper in back and the dress slid down her body to the floor, she was as naked as the day she was first slapped into the world. Getting his things off required a little more time. But Mavis enjoyed every second that it took to undress him. Then when he was as naked as she, Mavis had him lie on the bed and, with his lust-hardened cock jutting up straight from between his legs like a spear, she straddled him. She leaned forward so that he could fondle and kiss her sensually swaying breasts only inches above his face. She rubbed her hair-rimmed, lust-drenched vagina back and forth over the swollen head of his penis, just grazing the ultra-sensitive knob with the insides of her slightly parted cuntal lips and the pearl-like top of her clitoris. She teased him and herself as long as either of them could stand it, then with her teeth clenched in passion, she slowly sat down, impaling herself on his rock-hard shaft of flesh.
The naked redhead moaned deliciously as she felt his hot bloated thickness sliding up into her, stretching her cuntal passageway like a mole burrowing its way through the dank darkness of an almost too tight tunnel. She began moving her hips up and down, expanding and lubricating her hole to make his entry easier. She felt as if she wanted to cum with each downward thrust she made against him ... and before he was all the way inside her, she did. It was only a "skimmer", not a violently explosive release. But exquisitely gratifying just the same.
Then when he was all the way inside her and her hairy, passion-soaked pelvis was pressed down tightly against his, she whispered, hoarsely, "I want you to lie still, my lover. Perfectly still and I'll bring you a sensation like you never knew before. I've been saving it for you, just for tonight."
Mavis took hold of his wrists and held his arms stretched out at both sides of him. Then she leaned forward and dragged first one nipple and then the other over his mouth, letting him lick and suckle each one for a moment. Then she lifted herself slightly and, with his arms still outstretched and his hotly throbbing cock deep inside her snug passage, she began to flex and ripple the tiny ring of muscles deep inside her pussy.
Ty admitted she was right,, one hundred per cent. With every last inch of his long stiff penis engulfed in her steaming cunt-flesh, it was truly a thrill he had never known before as her trained muscles deep inside her vagina pulled and nibbled at the head of his cock like tiny hidden lips, the suction as strong as in her mouth. That was exactly what it was like-being sucked off-by a mouth he could not see. It was the way she was looking down at him, too, her eyes dark and smoky with lust, getting a strange perverted thrill out of watching his helpless expression as she brought him closer and closer to climax, without even moving against him, by simply sucking on his cock-head with those deliciously soft hidden lips. It was a battle of the sexes, a complete reversal of the male mastery he loved so much. Right now he was wholly and completely at her mercy ... and he didn't give a damn!
He began to breathe laboriously as the first hint of his climax tickled his anus and snaked through his perineum into his testicles. "I'm going to cum," he warned her.
She smiled lecherously. "Sure you are, darling. Cum ahead."
"Turn over and let me get on you," he panted.
She shook her auburn head and kept smiling. "Not a chance, darling. This is your party. Later you can put that handsome face of yours between Mavis' legs and eat her pussy. Her hot, juicy little cunt...."
That was all he needed to cum ... her dirty talk. The sperm shot up out of his spasming penis like a geyser. She winced and tightened with the sudden shock. Then she collapsed against him and covered him with her nakedness, still sucking on his jerking cock with her hidden pussy mouth until he stopped ejaculating and his penis lost its size. But not for long. Afterwards he got down on her and did what she said, sucked her sweet-tasting cunt and lost track of how many orgasms he brought her. Then he climbed back into the saddle. This time in the male above position, he rode her like a seasoned bronc-buster while she rolled and bucked and jackknifed beneath him like a rodeo mustang. The end-result was that he had nothing left again for Rachel, when finally he got home....
* * *
It might have gone on like that for another night, maybe two or three, or more. But the next day happened to be Saturday, and Mavis' husband was due home. So when Ty rode past the Hope house on his way home and saw the place all lit up, he didn't stop. He, himself, went straight home to Rachel.
Even though she was deeply hurt by his behavior of the last two nights and the way he had neglected her, she said nothing to him about it when he got home. She refused to believe that he had lied to her about where he had been those two nights, that he had been anyplace other than with Mr. Daniels as he said. Certainly she was not about to listen to the echo of what Shirley had told her about him. Not in a year of Sundays would she permit herself to even suspect he had been with another woman. He had been tired and had had a little too much to drink that was all. Tonight she was going to make sure his attention did not wander. After all, maybe it was her fault? Maybe she had not gone as far in her affections as she should have? Well, tonight she had another little surprise lined up for him, that would change all that.
By the time they finished a barbecued dinner for two, on the patio that was niggardly when compared with the commodious outdoor dining area at the Hope home, it was time for bed. While Rachel stacked the dishes in the automatic washer, Ty went into the bedroom and took his usual nightly shower in the adjoining bath. By the time Rachel got to the bedroom, the light was out and he was in bed. She also took a quick shower to get the stink of food and smoke out of her pores, then smelling of his favorite perfume, she came back into the bedroom and slipped under the top sheet with him.
"Asleep, darling?" she whispered.
"Uh uh," he replied and turned to face her. He brushed against her bare flesh, then ran a hand over her body, making her tingle head to foot; her nipples stiffening. "You haven't got a damn thing on?"
She smiled in the darkness. "Shock you?"
"Hardly." He slid a palm over her satiny belly and through her softly curling pussy hair. The tips of his fingers dallied with the moistened lips of her vaginal opening, as she spread her legs apart slowly to make room for his hand. He worked his outstretched middle finger into her tight little cunt and found her clitoris.
She gave him her open, hot mouth and sucked on his probing tongue. She could feel herself growing heady, shivery. Her belly was getting that familiar tight, funny feeling inside, her pussy glowing with a sugary sensation. She was quick, shivered more strongly, panted. The climax he brought her was unusually, wonderfully strong!
She felt him unsnap his pajama bottom and start to mount her. But she brought her thighs together, quickly, and with a hand against his hairy chest she straight-armed him away.
"Not tonight, darling," she told him.
Ty could not help but wonder if she might be getting back at him for the disregard he had shown her the last couple of nights. If it would be possible that she had found out about his affair with Mavis and was "punishing" him. But then as he fell back onto the bed, she reached across and pulled the cord of the lamp that stood on the night table, casting a soft half-light across the bed. The next moment she was hovering over him, supporting herself on her left elbow, her right palm gliding over his chest, brushing his nipples, then moving downward toward his groin. His pants were open and his lust-thickened cock speared up from the patch of black hair between his thighs.
For several moments he wondered if she was going to climb atop him and fuck him the way Mavis did last night, in the female-above position, as her fingers combed through the coarse hair at the base of his penis, weighing his sperm-heavy balls. But he discovered that was not her intention as she leaned into him and kissed each of the brown nubs on his chest, then moved down to tongue his belly-button. Then she lifted her head and with her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, she looked down at his pulsating bigness.
It was difficult for her to make herself believe that only such a short time ago, this rigid length of throbbing flesh could ever have frightened her. Tomorrow they would celebrate the third week of their marriage. In that short space of time, she had come to love his penis. She loved its size and strength with its heavy ' blue veins running through its trunk like the ribbed surface of whipcord. But most of all, she loved the way it made her feel. Slowly, tenderly now, she drew back the foreskin and watched the velvety purplish-red glans peek out almost shyly from beneath their covering. She could hear his increased breathing as she began moving her hand slowly up and down his length, unmindful of the tacky flow of clear fluid that seeped from the slit in the tip to run down through the valley at the underside of the bulging head and saturate her fingers.
"What do you think you're going to do?" he gasped, tensely.
She took a deep breath as if to fortify herself and replied, "Suck you ... until you cum ... in my mouth!" She blushed furiously.
His heart gave a little kick. This was something he had wanted her to do ever since those not-too-long ago nights when they were parked with the other lovers, on the highway, close to the sea. Something he had coaxed her to do since that first night. Now at last, it was going to happen. His stomach went all crazy and the head of his cock swelled even more with anticipation.
"You're-you're going to have to tell me what to do," Rachel whispered as she moistened her lips with saliva. "I mean-so I can make you feel as wonderful as the way you make me feel when you kiss me down there."
He stretched and reached a handful of tissues from the box alongside the lamp on the night table. "Let me wipe some of the goo off it first."
"No," she insisted. "You never wiped me off before you kissed me. I don't want you wiped off." She moved her face closer to his pulsing flesh. "Tell me-does it taste funny?"
"Not being a homosexual, or double-jointed, I wouldn't know," he replied lightly. "But they tell me there's hardly any taste at all."
"They?" Rachel echoed as she frowned at him. "Have-have very many women done it to you this way?"
He met her gaze intently. "Do you really want me to answer that question, darling?"
She took a deep breath of resignation but made no answer. He was right. She did not want to know. She returned her gaze to his rigidly pulsing penis and moved her face still closer to it. She could see every inch of his thick bulging member now, close-up; the foreskin that was pulled all the way back, descended down from the head like the shiny, moist stem of a mushroom, the excited pink underside of the flesh, the sinuous veins that jerked and throbbed as though they had a life of their own. She wondered what it would feel like inside her throat?
It made her feel very selfconscious that he had tucked a couple of pillows under his head, to lift himself so he could look at her. "Do you have to watch, darling?"
He smiled understandingly. "Not if you don't want me to."
"Do you want to?"
"I'd like to."
Actually, she guessed it did not make a great deal of difference whether he watched or not. So if it added to his enjoyment, he may as well do it. After all, her purpose in doing it was to please him, make him a little more anxious to hurry home from work-and at the same time satisfy her own curiosity, just a little.
"What do I do first?" the young bride wanted to know, her wetly parted mouth so close to the spear-like organ swaying before her face that she could feel the heat of it, smell its powerful male odor.
He tensed expectantly. "Run your tongue over the head, lightly, just enough to lick off the juice. Hold the skin back all the way, while you do."
Rachel closed the last couple of inches that separated her ovaled lips from his glans and, still holding him tightly in her right hand down near the base, she began licking his torrid male flesh.
Ty twisted and turned in excitement beneath her as her fiery wet tongue swabbed his super-sensitive knob and gently encircled the crown, sending waves of electrical currents up and down the long hard length of his penis, shooting all the way back to his anus, making it pucker in lewd delight. Around and around the oozing organ her little pink tongue went, teasing, tickling that most highly sensitive spot on his entire anatomy-the delicate membrane just underneath the head.
He was right about one thing, there was hardly any taste to it at all. Just a mild alkali flavor that was not at all unpleasant, once she got used to it.
The naked young wife wanted to know what to do next, what would bring him the greatest thrill. If she was a willing pupil, he was an even more eager instructor and taught her all the fine points of fellatio. Under his expert direction, she learned to torture the underside of his glans and for how long, how to slide her wetly pursed lips up and down the underside of the shaft itself, how to lick and nibble his scrotum, sucking one ball and then the other into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue. Finally she was ready for the piece de resistance; ready to take his frantically beating cock into her mouth and suck on it.
"First of all wet your lips with your tongue," he instructed her. "Now stretch your lips so that they cover your teeth, top and bottom."
"Why?" she was curious to know.
"First, the skin of a man's penis is very delicate," he explained. "Covering your teeth will prevent nicking or cutting it. Secondly, the covered teeth form a firm, smooth ridge that rubbing against something as highly responsive as a man's organ can produce sensational feelings. Now you're ready to take it into your mouth."
And she did. Slowly the kneeling brunette moved her lips down the thick rigid shaft of his cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could, then sliding back up to the head again. Her saliva plus his droolings offered plenty of lubrication for his penis to slide in and out of her mouth easily. Some men, he told her, liked short, quick strokes. But he preferred a steady, more languid in-and-out movement, with just an occasional combination of both.
He told her to keep her lips tight and suck hard all the while. "Pretend your mouth is a cunt and milk the bejeezers out of it. Especially when you pull off it. Really grab the crown in your lips and give it a hard tug.
Up and down her eyes half-shut, enjoying it far more than she had even begun to imagine she would-her ovaled red mouth went, his wetly glistening cock appearing and disappearing into the suctioning cavern. He had dropped his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes because her long raven-black hair falling at each side of her face like a moonlit waterfall hid the lewd act she was performing on him from his view.
He let out a frustrating groan as she suddenly pulled off him with a juicy wet plop. "Oh no! No! Don't stop ... not now!"
"Sorry, my love. I have to catch my breath. He's so big. He chokes me. Makes my jaws ache." She dragged her dangling breasts up over his body and pushed her tongue into his mouth, sucking his breath into her cramped lungs as she let him taste his own residue. "I wouldn't let you down, darling. I told you I was going to suck you until you came in my mouth, and that's what I'm going to do-all the way." She kissed her way back down over his chest and stomach and then with a moan of lewd hunger ovaled her mouth around his saliva-coated penis again. This time she brushed her hair back from her face and fixed it behind one ear so that he could watch.
She began pumping her warm wet mouth up and down on his heatedly pulsing penis as if suddenly possessed. Her lips and teeth were without mercy, her palate a washboard that made his exposed glans scream. She established a perfect cadence with her head, her mouth turned into an instrument of exquisite torment.
"Your tongue," he gasped. "When it comes out, use your tongue all over the head. Fuck me with your mouth, baby."
"You'll let me know, won't you, darling?" she asked, pausing for a brief breath. "You'll tell me when you're starting to cum, so I can be ready?"
Again she had his massively throbbing cock back in her mouth, sucking hard now as it slid in and out. He was beginning to pant and buck pumping with her, trying to ram the head of it down past her tonsils and into her gulping throat with each thrust.
"Oooh, Christ!" he moaned. "It won't be long now. I can feel it coming. Aaahhh, my wife ... my sweet cocksucking wife ... suck ... suck hard...."
She lifted her mouth off him this one final time, tonguing his painfully swollen, bright crimson cockhead as he told her. "You want me to ... to stay with it when you do it ... darling? I mean-do you want to cum in my mouth? You can if you want to."
It was the ultimate, the absolute most that any woman could ask a man. "Do you want me to?"
He wagged his head and stared down at her face full of cock, as she once more took it into her mouth. "Make sure ... make absolutely sure ... you want to do it...."
Her eyes were wild with desire as she took too much of his skewing flesh into her mouth. She gagged and went on with her sucking.
"Squeeze my balls gently, he panted, taking hold of her face in his hands, the final signal that he was about to blow. As long as she wanted him to finish in her mouth, he wanted to make sure she did not change her mind and pull off him at the last instant. "Put a finger up my ass-hole."
Barely did she oblige him, when the scalding jism began swelling his cock. He tried to hold back but it was like trying to plug a break in Aswan Dam.
"Aaahhh," he blurted out, "now! Ooohhh, suck, baby, suck and pull like you never did before in your life!"
His hands clamped on her head like a vise, pumping it back and forth like a bottle stuck on the end of his prick.
Rachel stared up at him, her face and her eyes filled with adoration and pleasure as she felt his hot, sticky, tasteless jism shoot out of his wildly jerking penis into her mouth. Filthy as she may have thought such an act was in the past, she found something sensuously new and exciting in having him cum in her mouth, of letting it spew its liquid heat down her pulsing throat and into her belly. She kept sucking and swallowing until she felt his size start to shrink away. Only then did she let him go.
She lay with her head on his belly, her face turned so she could stare up at him, "I thought I'd feel ashamed ... debased ... degraded. But it's funny. I don't feel that way at all. I feel wonderful, accomplished, like I've completed my education."
"Not quite," he informed her.
She looked at him incredulously. "You mean-there are more ways to do it?"
He smiled tolerantly. "Lots more. Some even more stimulating."
He didn't elaborate and she didn't question him as a spine-tingling shudder went through her at the thought that anything could possibly top the thrill she had just experienced. But exciting as those "other ways" might be, they would have to wait. Because right now she was shamelessly aroused and she wanted more of him this way.
Dropping her head again, she refastened her cum-smeared lips on his rapidly dwindling penis, sucking and massaging and cleaning it. Studiously, she ran her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, licking all over his delicate glans, teasing the reddened slit with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, she could feel him reviving, stiffening, swelling out. She felt so good, so proud of herself that she wished she could throw open the windows and shout it out on the night air.
"Oh, my darling-how wonderful, to feel you so tiny and helpless in my mouth and bring you back to hardness," she delighted. She brought him back to his full size, then she threw herself off him and sprawled out on her back to her full length, legs a spread wide apart, thighs sticky wet with her own need.
There was no mistake, what she was asking for. She wanted the hotly pulsating shaft of flesh that she had made so hard again driven into her belly. She wanted him to pillage and rape her.
Willingly he obliged her. Climbing atop her and covering her wantonly writhing body with his own, he positioned, his long-thick penis at the quivering mouth of her hair-lined cunt and rammed forward, his cock sinking into the bubbling cauldron of female flesh up between her contracting thighs.
"Oh, Ty!" she bubbled. "You feel so wonderful. After sucking you off and then making you hard again, it's better-a thousand times better. Ooohhh, my darling, fuck me!" It was the very first time she had ever said the word "fuck" and it shocked her and surprised him. But it had been bottled up inside her for so long that now that it was out she felt so much better that she repeated it. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck me from here to heaven and back. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
And again, he did his husbandly duty and obliged her.
* * *
What was left of Saturday and then all day Sunday was like a second honeymoon for Rachel and Ty. They did not really dress all day long. The most Ty put on was a pair of shorts while Rachel's sole weekend attire consisted of a flimsy summer shift with a very convenient, low-cut neckline that needed very little urging to bare her breasts and a micro-skirt that offered no resistance any and every time Ty was in the mood to raise it. They acted for all the world like the newlyweds they were, doing it on the bed, on the divan, on the floor and with Ty sitting in a chair with Rachel straddling him. But it was an all-too-short second honeymoon. Come Monday morning it all ended when Ty had to go back to work.
Shortly before noontime, as Ty was getting ready to go to lunch, he took a call on one of the phones. It was not at all necessary for the caller to give her name. Ty recognized the voice at once-and the message even more readily.
"He's gone, lover," came over the wire meaningfully. "Caught the eleven o'clock plane for Houston. Drove him to the airport myself. Saw him off, just to be sure." A brief pause, then purringly, "Can I expect you for cocktails around five?"
Ty looked around cautiously to make sure no one was within earshot; then he whispered, "I'll be there."
It was difficult to explain a man like Ty. He had an adoring wife, young and beautiful, who was willing to do anything in the sex line that he asked her to do, from fellatio and cunnilingus to straight intercourse. Yet the mere sound of another woman's voice on the telephone inviting him to share cocktails with her made his belly churn and his cock awaken like a slumbering soldier at the sound of reveille.
Not that Mavis was any more desirable than his wife, or even a better lay. The simple explanation, perhaps, was the fact that Rachael was his, waiting there for him at home any time he wanted her. While Mavis belonged to someone else, a stolen fruit that he had to take and enjoy whenever the occasion presented itself. There might have been other reasons, also. Maybe it was too soon for a man like Ty who loved humping the field, to settle down with one woman. Or maybe Shirley had been right, maybe he never would settle down? Maybe there was something in his personality that made it necessary for him to keep proving his virility. Or maybe he needed more than one woman to keep his satyristic fires kindled.
Whatever the reason, Ty left the office shortly after five, followed the usual route north and arrived at the Hope place in time to join Mavis for cocktails before the ice in the shaker had a chance to dilute the martinis too much as they did the first time. The drinks, of course, were followed by another sex melange of feeling, kissing, licking, sucking and belly-to-belly fucking. Which meant that Rachel, once more, was left at home alone, waiting for him.
Because he was her husband and she loved him, Rachel tried desperately to make herself believe the lame excuse he offered for being so late again, to pretend she did not smell the alcohol on his breath. She did not even upbraid or ask him why when he discouraged her advances and flopped into bed without even a good night kiss.
Tuesday and Wednesday nights it became even more difficult for her to accept his lateness, his drinking and his total disregard for her feelings or desire. But it was not until Thursday morning that the storm that had been gathering inside her broke forth in all its fury. It happened after Ty had left for work and she was straightening up the bedroom. She picked up the shorts that he had worn the day before and left on the floor beside the bed.
She started to stuff them into the hamper with the rest of the dirty clothes when she saw a red smudge on the front of them, near the fly. She looked more closely. It was the unmistakable rouge print of someone's lips. She knew it could not be hers. She had not been in the vicinity of his crotch since last Saturday and then he had been wearing P.J.s. Besides, the lipstick was a shade she had never used. A shade that a red head or a platinum blonde might use.
The truth was, in one of her unthinking, overzealous moments of passion, Mavis had grasped Ty's lust-hard penis with her lips through his shorts and left her telltale imprint on the material. Not only that, they had engaged in intercourse without him taking off his shorts, and they were badly stained with Mavis' lust and his own.
Rachel was heartbroken. But she was too hurt and too angry to cry. She held the tears inside her throughout the long day, waiting, wondering, hoping he would come home early so she could have it out with him. But seven o'clock rolled around and there was no sign of him.
Then she did something that she had vowed she never would do. She called the office to check on him, see if he was still there.
"No, ma'am," the feminine voice that answered the phone at the office replied, not knowing it was Ty's wife. "Mr. Anson left the office shortly after five, same as usual."
The tear in Rachel's heart ripped open a little wider, and she felt her stomach gurgle nauseously, the way it did when she first discovered the lipstick on his shorts. But she didn't let her feelings show in her voice as she fabricated a story of her own.
"I'm a friend of Mr. Daniels," she said into the mouthpiece. "I heard he was here in Richmond during the past week or so; is that true?"
"Mr. Daniels was here for the grand opening two weeks ago, ma'am," came over the wore. "But the flew right back to Norfolk that night."
Rachel tightened a little. "He ... he wasn't in Richmond last Thursday or Friday?"
"No, ma'am."-
Rachel thanked the girl then dropped the phone receiver into its cradle. She sat there, staring blankly down at the instrument as a kind of numbness swept through her. Ty had lied to her. He had not been with Mr. Daniels at all. He had been with someone else ... another woman! She wanted to cry, scream out, but again the anger that welled up inside her filled her brain with a blood-red fog.
She got up from the telephone table and walked to the small, portable bar in one corner of the living room. As a rule, a drink was the last thing in the world she would have thought of having-especially on her own. But she needed one now. Needed it to steady her nerves, quiet the nausea in her stomach before she threw up her insides.
When she got to the bar she grabbed the first bottle within reach and without bothering to look at the label, filled a shot glass to the brim. It happened to be Scotch. Ordinarily she did not like Scotch because it gagged her. Same as it gagged her now and burned even after it got down into her stomach. But at least it stilled her queasiness. So she had another, telling herself all the while, 'If he can drink, I can drink too.'
Then as the alcohol began to go to work on her, other thoughts started taking shape in her brain. Why should she sit at home stewing and fretting, waiting for him to get through with his philandering? If he could have a good time, why should she not have one, too? The sauce that was so damned good for the gander should go just as well with the goose.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The more she thought about it, the more determined Rachel became not to sit here at home like some goddamned spineless ninny, but to do something about it. So she went into the bedroom, stripped right down to her pelt and sat in front of the dressing table, stark naked. She arranged her ebony hair in an upsweep that Ty had told her he did not like because it made her look too severe, as well as years older. Once her hairdo was set, she applied a much heavier makeup than usual with green eye shadow and false lashes that she had bought for the wedding but never wore because Ty said they made her look "hard and unnatural," a new, moist-looking bright crimson lipstick completed her makeup: then she stood up and looked at her slightly fuzzy reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door.
It took her a moment to adjust her somewhat distorted vision and bring the girl in the mirror into sharp focus. When she did, she had the odd feeling that she was looking at a stranger. The high-piled hair, the fake lashes, the excessive makeup, the boldness of her naked stance and the cold, bitter look in her eyes ... they all seemed unfamiliar to her. She wondered if even Ty would recognize her at first glance because certainly right now she looked little like the girl who until a few short weeks ago, had been an innocent virgin.
The girl in the mirror appraised her nudity without shyness or uneasiness, eyeing each part of her alluring anatomy the way a robber might evaluate the tools with which he planned to open a safe or a bank vault. Because these would be the tools opening the way for her to reap her revenge, pay back her husband for lying to her, deceiving her. They would help her recapture her badly-wounded pride by proving to her that she did not have to sit at home and die of dry-rot, that other men would want and appreciate her even if her own husband did not.
Satisfied that her face and figure looked bitchy enough to entice most any man with his full quota of male hormones, Rachel opened the closet door and went through her wardrobe. She chose a slinky, form-fitting, one-shoulder, black satin gown that Ty had originally selected for her before they left on their honeymoon.
She had worn it twice for dinner on their honeymoon. On each occasion, it had created such a stir in the dining room that Ty said, "Unless you want to find yourself the victim of a full scale gang rape, you'd better make sure you never wear that gown again without a bra and a pair of barbed-wire panties."
Remembering that advice now, Rachel made sure that when she put on the gown, she left off her brassiere and wore the flimsiest pair of panties in her collection. A pair of her tallest platform heels completed her costume. Then with a final perusal of her overflowing charms in the mirror, she was ready to go.
Go where? That was one small detail that Rachel had not taken the trouble to figure out. But she would go someplace where she could be sure that men would see her, admire her, want her. In her present frame of mind-hurt, frustrated, jealous and feeling miserably neglected and all of these things well basted with the sauce she had consumed-being wanted was one thing she needed most of all, right now.
From the hall closet, she took a light coat and draped it around her nearly bare shoulders. Then she checked to see how much cash she had in her handbag. It came to about fifteen dollars and change which should be enough for her evening out. If she needed more, she also had her checkbook.
She left the night light burning in the hallway, locked the door behind her as she went out then walked to the two-car garage at the side of the house. She got into the compact, started the engine and rolled out of the driveway. There were any number of places she could go-as well as a couple of smart bars in the big shopping center just a few blocks away. But for all she knew, Ty might be in any one of those places, and for her to walk into them alone would be the very worst thing she could do.
So she drove clear across town to an intimate little restaurant and bar she remembered seeing one day while she was driving through the town. It was not likely that Ty would be here because it was a little too far off Ids regular route. For the same reason there was not much chance of any of their neighborhood friends, or anyone from the company recognizing her.
There were only a few scattered customers in the place when Rachel came in. Two or three couples at the tables in back and four men up front at the bar. For a moment when she first entered the place, her knees turned cold, and she almost turned and went back to her car. But then she took a fresh grip on her courage, walked to the far end of the bar and climbed up onto one of the stools.
The bartender was a wispy little man with thin graying hair and a skeletal face. He greeted Rachel pleasantly enough, took her order for a Scotch and soda-since even as a child she remembered her father telling her to "never mix her likkers"-then he went about his duty like an automaton, paying attention to no one in particular. Not so with the four men at the bar. Two of them sat together; the other two were solo. None of them took their eyes off Rachel from the moment she entered. But the real ogling began after she was served her drink and threw off her coat and they got a load of her shapely legs and youthful body in her all-revealing gown.
As a rule, alcohol made Rachel sleepy. But not tonight. Maybe it was the mood she was in, but the more she drank, the hornier she felt, and the attention she was getting at the bar was like a tonic to her. She made no attempt to pull down her skirt when it climbed more than halfway up her bare thighs or hide the way the satin material of her gown clung to her jutting breasts and outlined the tight thrust of her nipples.
What was it Ty called it-cock-teasing? Yes, that's what she was doing now and she was proud of it. It was her way of getting back at the whole damned male sex for the abominable way Ty had treated her. Let their cocks ache for her and then go to hell! After all, that is what Ty did to her. He taught her poor, innocent little pussy to want him and then gave it to somebody else.
It was after she had ordered her second drink that she saw one of the two men whom she thought were together, slide his fanny down off the stool and approach her, a glass of beer in hand. Rachel tried to catch hold of her jumpy nerves and quiet the sudden fluttering in her stomach as he halted alongside her. Eyes straight ahead, she did her best to ignore him, pretending she did not even know he was there as she sipped at her drink, unnerved.
"H-ya," the man said, then sprang an ancient wheezer. "Don't I know you from some place?"
Rachel turned her head and looked at him without expression. He was a fairly good-looking man somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties with sandy-colored hair that he wore almost to his shoulders. He was in shirtsleeves and slacks, collar open at the throat. In answer to his question, she replied coolly, "I think not."
He smiled. "Yeah, maybe you're right. If I ever met a doll like you any place, I'd surely remember where and when."
Rachel made no comment as she took another sip at her drink. But she could not help but appreciate that he at least had the right answers.
He indicated the stool alongside her and started to lift one cheek up onto it then paused to ask, "Mind if I join you?"
Rachel swallowed uneasily and felt her blood pump faster. The thought that someone might try to pick her up during the course of the evening had unquestionably crossed her mind. But now that it was actually happening, all the bravado she had shown back in her bedroom when she was preparing for her outing left her. She took a good swig of her drink and gulped it down. It seemed to renew her courage for the moment, and she asked herself, what harm would it do if he sat with her, what could he possibly do to her here at the bar?
The man took her silence as his cue to finish his climb up onto the stool beside her. "I'm Joe Favor," he said. "And you?"
"Rachel," was out before she thought to give him a phony first name. But she did not tell him her last name.
"You live here in Richmond?" he asked.
She nodded and finished what was left of her drink.
"That looks like Scotch you're drinking," he guessed, glancing at her empty glass. "Can I buy you another?"
Rachel counted mental fingers. That was four drinks, she had had so far. Two at home and two here. She was not about to lie to herself and say she did not feel the four hookers even if she was a long way from being drunk. Maybe just one more would make her forget everything she wanted to forget and put her in a more mellow mood. So she wagged her raven head and said, "Thank you."
After the bartender served her the one more Scotch and soda and another beer for Joe, Joe said to her, "Richmond looks like a pretty nice little town."
Rachel looked at him, inquiringly. He was starting to get just a little fuzzy around the edges, like a picture that was beginning but hadn't quite gotten into focus yet. "You don't live here?"
"Hell no. Me and Burt," he indicated the rather corpulent man with whom he had been sitting a few stools away, "we're just passing through, on our way south."
"On vacation?" Rachel asked as she held up her glass and he touched his beer glass to it.
"Yeah. Burt and me, we get one month off a year and make the most of it," Joe said as he took a healthy swallow of suds. "This time, though, we thought we'd travel in style so we bought ourselves a motor home."
"Sounds exciting," Rachel said as she drank about half of her fifth Scotch and soda.
"It's great!" Joe assured her. "You ever travel by motor home?"
"No," Rachel admitted ruefully as she placed her glass on the bar. As a matter-of-fact, I've never even seen the inside of one."
Joe suddenly became overly animated. "Hey-you got a thrill coming. You gotta see the inside of our baby. A brand-new Sports coach. Complete with everything-including a kitchen sink."
"I'd like to," Rachel said thoughtlessly. "Then finish your drink and let's go," Joe urged her, enthusiastically. "You mean-now?"
"I mean right now," Joe told her. "It's parked right outside in back, in the lot."
He swilled down his beer and started to take her arm. But Rachel held back away from him. "But. . . "
He grinned disarmingly and tightened his hold on her arm. "C'mon. Nothing to be afraid of. It's just out back."
In her right senses, Rachel never would have thought of going with him in a million years. But at the moment, she definitely was not in control of her senses. That last drink did it. Even if she didn't finish it. Of course, the others had contributed, but that fifth one erased every last trace of sound reasoning from her mind.
With Joe's help, Rachel got down off the stool. A slight dizziness assailed her, and she began to sway a little as he put her coat on around her shoulders. Then with a strong arm around her waist, supporting her, he walked her to the door with the male eyes at the bar following after them enviously. Once outside, the night breeze seemed to revive her somewhat. But she was still grateful for his arm to lean on as they walked across the deserted parking lot behind the low-slung building.
The motor home was parked at the extreme back end of the lot where it would be difficult for anyone to find it if they did not know it was there. In fact, it was so far removed from the building and the ground so rough and uneven that it made walking very difficult, particularly in platform heels. A couple of times Rachel thought of changing her mind and returning to the bar. But he insisted.
When they finally reached the motor home, he unlocked the side door and helped her inside. She dropped onto the edge of the bed just inside the door and sat there while he hurriedly drew the curtains at all the windows before turning on the lights.
As the lights came on, Rachel blinked several times then looked around at the interior of the motor home. But she made no attempt to get up. From what she could make out in her distorted vision, it was all the things Joe promised it would be. There was everything that would make it a home, including wall-to-wall red carpeting throughout.
"You feeling okay?" Joe wanted to know as he came back to her, still sitting on the long bed.
"I'll be all right," she assured him, but not sure in her own mind that she really would be.
"Can I make you some coffee?"
"No thanks."
He sat beside her and began to help her off with her coat. "You'll feel better without this on."
The moment her coat was off she felt his sweaty palm on her bare arm then on her naked right shoulder. "Nice," he whispered. Then his mouth was at her shoulder, kissing the warm soft flesh where it joined her neck.
Rachel felt a shiver race through her, and she threw her head back and closed her eyes, making a hissing sound through her clenched teeth. "Ooooooh, no ... you mustn't do that."
"Why not?"
"It ... it makes me feel all funny."
"Where?"
"You know where," Rachel told him, no longer completely aware of what she was saying. Subconsciously, she tried to pull back away from him. But with his left arm around her, he drew her closer, and, using his free hand to cup her face, he held it up so he could kiss her ... hard, possessively ... forcing apart her lips to accept his exploring tongue.
Rachel tried to push at him again, but her efforts were feeble, the kiss sending an unwelcome, unwanted heat into her loins. The force of the kiss increased and she sank deeper and deeper under its spell. The kiss plus the fact that those five drinks had finally caught up with her made it impossible for her to remember who he even was. In her alcohol befuddled brain, her wishing became reality and instead of a total stranger, he suddenly became Ty.
She tensed when he plucked and toyed with the swollen points of her breasts, made no effort to stop him when he brushed the lone strap of her gown off her shoulder and worked it down to her waist. She folded her arms around his head and drew him closer when she felt his warm, wet mouth at her nipples, licking and sucking them.
She had no awareness of him removing her dress and then dragging down her panties. It wasn't until she heard the side door to the motor home open and felt the draft of cool night air against her bare flesh that she realized she had been stripped naked. She opened her eyes and saw that a third party had joined them. Her mind cleared for a moment, and she suddenly realized that this was not Ty she was with. It was the man named Joe she met at the bar. And the man who just came in was his partner, Burt-dark-complected and heavy-set.
"Oh, no!" Rachel cried out and jumped to her feet and sprang toward the door with no thought of where she could go in the darkness without a stitch of clothes on. It was a problem with which she did not have to contend.
Burt, standing by the door, caught her from behind and held her while Joe slid off the bed and crawled forward until he was kneeling before her on the deep pile of the carpet. To her utter humiliation, Joe parted her bare thighs with both hands then spread the pink lips of her cunt so that he could look up into her wetly palpitating tunnel.
"Nice," he declared. "She looks real clean, too."
"Good," Burt said as he sank to his knees behind her and kissed the warm naked flesh of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks.
Propped up naked between them with her legs spread wide apart so she couldn't get away, Rachel felt a shock shoot up through her body from their loins as Joe ran his tongue over her cuntal lips and then sent it slithering into her awakened hole.
"Oh, no ... no!" she cried out beseechingly, trying to fight against the feeling that he was bringing her-a feeling that was rapidly overpowering her with a slow and suffusing pleasure. Then at what she thought was the height of this unwanted ecstasy, she felt Burt licking over her buttocks, spreading her cheeks and then wedging his tongue into her tightly puckering anus. Ty had fingered her back there. But never before had she felt anyone's tongue on her anus. Together with Joe's tongue in her vagina, sawing away at her clitoris, the sensation was almost more than the young bride was able to stand. As if that weren't enough, each of them stretched a hand up to maul and squeeze her lust-swollen breasts.
And then it hit her, the first jarring shock of her incredibly-induced orgasm. Her straining stomach muscles sucked in as if one of the two men had struck her smack in the belly. Her whole erotically trembling body stiffened and arched backwards. Trying not to scream out in her passion and give them the satisfaction of knowing what a mind-bending sensation they had brought her, the naked housewife bit down cruelly on her lips to choke off any sound. With wide-staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so that the cords in her neck stood out like ropes as they kept licking her, front and back, even after her orgasm was well under way. She could feel the hot gush of her orgasmic juices pouring out of her cunt, dribbling down the insides of her thighs at both sides of Joe's face buried between them.
Rachel had no idea how long it went on, but finally they brought her back to the bed. They took turns kissing her mouth, her breasts, her belly and up between her legs. Then each of them took time out to undress. Then they got back onto the bed with her. Mercifully, the booze she had consumed caught up with her again, and she was not one hundred percent conscious of all the things they did to her. But she did remember them dragging their hotly throbbing penises over every inch of her shamelessly aroused body, leaving sticky trails of passion that seemed to sear her naked flesh. They massaged and twisted her breasts into all sorts of fantastic shapes. She was then made to perform fellatio on both of them-not all the way-just enough to get them to the height of excitation.
It was not until she opened her eyes and saw Joe positioning himself between her splayed legs that Rachel's consciousness came roaring back to her in a torrent. He was getting ready to fuck her! No man ever had, except Ty. But there wasn't very much she could do about it, not with Burt up at her head, ready to pin her down if she tried to move.
She looked down at Joe's long hard penis. From the angle, it looked even bigger than Ty's, but it wasn't nearly as handsome. The head of it looked like a huge, angry red boil, ready to burst.
"She's sure got nice tits," she heard Burt say as he filled his big, rough hands with them. "They ain't the biggest boobs in the world, maybe, but sure do fit nice in your mitt." He molded her flesh without the slightest compassion.
"You're gonna give me a good screw, ain't you, Rachel, baby?" Joe was asking her as he began fingering her hair-lined slit. "There's no use bull-shitting you don't like it. Anybody who gets as juicy as you are is aching for it."
He lowered himself to the helpless young wife then sucked in his breath and reached under to guide his thick, rigid cock into her. Rachel writhed and jerked in a futile effort to avoid the penetration which would make her an adulteress. But Joe's naked body was wedged between her widespread thighs so she couldn't move.
"No ... please! You mustn't! No one ever has ... except my husband!"
Rachel felt the presence of his circumcised cock-head edging between the lips of her cunt. Her heart thudded. It was her own fault. Her own crazy damned fault that she was in a situation like this. She wanted someone to want her. Well, she was getting her wish even if it was not exactly the way she had planned it. She wanted to get even with her husband. She was doing that-but at what a cost!
She yelled and squirmed. But he shoved, hard! His cock seemed to cut right into her belly. Burying itself deeper, deeper. "Christ, almighty!" he groaned. "Is she tight! like a fucking fourteen year old ... virgin!"
Rachel kept her head turned to one side so she wouldn't have to look at him. She tried to pretend it was Ty doing her. But Ty was never this big, this cruel, never showed such utter disregard for her feelings. She shuddered and sobbed as he buried his entire pulsating length inside her. Then began the horrible, seemingly endless fucking. The man's rock-hard body pressed down on her naked form. The smell of the beer on his breath and the sweat of his body made her flesh crawl. He puffed and panted as he hammered his lust-thickened cock in and out of her tightly clasping vagina.
"Okay, baby," she heard him say. "Now let's do a roll over."
He wrapped his powerful arms around her, and the next thing she knew, she was atop him. Nothing unusual about her being on top and him on the bottom. Sometimes Ty liked it that way. But the shocking touch came a moment later when she felt Burt above and behind her, spreading her ass-cheeks wide apart to accept his hot, rigidly pulsing penis.
"Oh, no!" Rachel screamed. "Please no! Not that way! I've never been done that way! I'll do anything you want-but not back there. Please!"
She felt him fingering her defensively puckering anus, greasing her rectal hole and shaft of male flesh with some kind of oily lubricant. For some reason that Rachel found impossible to decipher, his fingering back there turned her on mightily. She had always wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. In fact, she had sort of looked forward to the day when Ty might do it to her that way-just for the novelty, to see what it was like. Well, now she was going to find out. But she never daydreamed it would be by way of a sex sandwich.
Joe lay perfectly still beneath her, except for the steady throbbing of his cock deep up in her belly while his friend kept lubricating her, loosening her. He first inserted one finger, then two and finally three fingers which he estimated would be about the circumference of his cock. He rotated them inside her, working them in deeper and deeper with each turn. So ready was she by the time he pressed his greased, lust-swollen cock-head to her puckered opening that instead of gasping in horror, the trembling young wife actually sighed ecstatically.
He adjusted her legs for a last time, held his thickened cock against her stretched anal ring then pushed inside, applying a firm, steady pressure. Once he entered, Rachel let out a sickening gasp and lurched forward as if to escape the pain, driving Joe's prick still deeper up into her cuntal passageway. Burt held her naked ass-cheeks as if in a death grip from behind as he kept digging his pulsing thickness into her tightly clasping rectal opening. The pain was greater, much greater, than it had been that first night when Ty did her in front. She began yowling and sobbing, shaking her buttocks in a futile effort tp try to dislodge him. But trapped between the two of them as she was, all the drunk young housewife could do was lie there and let them do what they wanted with her.
And then at the height of her pain, her tightly resisting sphincter ring gave way, and Burt's long, thick cock seared its way up into her cringing rectal passage.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed, her eyes widening in agonized shock as the rock-hard shaft rammed its way up into her virginal opening.
When finally he was buried to the hilt in her warm buttery flesh, he began sodomizing the young girl, each new stroke loosening her more and more, dulling her pain until she really wasn't sure what she was feeling.
It was Joe's cue to start fucking her up front. It took a moment for them to find each other's rhythm. There was no hurry. They had all the time in the world, and they took it, fucking in and out of her twin holes. The sensations front and back began building up inside her until they reached a pitch that she never dreamed she or any other mortal could possibly attain-or stand. And then at this intense moment, Joe reached up and began rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing still more pleasure to ripple through her wantonly aroused body. It was this last act, seeming small in itself, that tore through the last remaining wall of her protest.
As lewd and degrading as this humiliating ravishment of her body might be, she suddenly made up her mind to enjoy it ... every last goddamn second of it! Because in all probability it would never happen again.
Finding it impossible to lie still between them any longer, Rachel began the almost impossible task of grinding her ecstatic young cunt down against the base of Joe's lust-thickened cock and at the same time swiveling her ass-cheeks back against his pal's sodomistic penis, ramming into her rectum from above.
As Rachel worked and gave her all between the two of them, one fleshy rod skewering her from behind, the other hammering in and out of her vagina, she felt her nerve ends twitching and pulsing uncontrollably as her whole body built toward an incredible orgasm.
And then suddenly it was upon her, all together. Her loins burned. Her clitoris, buttocks, breasts, cunt-they were all as one, all blazing with fire. She heard Joe groan, felt his hot cum spurt up into her belly, soothing her aching vaginal walls. As if it was all Burt had been waiting for, he, too, began cumming, lubricating her tight anal passage with volley after volley of his heated sperm as it shot into her rectum.
Somewhere along the line, it tripped her own mechanism, and she exploded inside, shooting through the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced or ever hoped to equal again. Whether or not they did her again, or exactly what they did to her, she had no recollection because with her violent climax came the welcome, mind-emptying blackness of total and complete unconsciousness.
* * *
Rachel awoke from her alcohol-induced stupor at the sound of a police siren wailing away. She blinked and glanced around foggy-eyed and discovered that she was sprawled out on the front seat of her own car. It took her a moment to try to figure out how she got there. Then she remembered. The man named Joe that she met at the bar ... going with him to the motor home ... his friend joining them for a sex circus...
She shuddered and sat up, quickly. Her head felt like a balloon that somebody was hitting with a hammer. The siren wailed again and she looked out the side window. She could see the blinking red light atop the police car as it raced along the road, one of the main arteries that ran through
Richmond. She was thankful it had nothing to do with her.
She sat there behind the wheel of the compact, hoping her head would clear, trying to recall exactly what had happened. But she could remember what they did to her only up to the sex sandwich. After then, everything was a blank. Since she had her gown on, she guessed that after they were through with her, they must have become frightened when she passed out and they couldn't revive her. So they dressed her, found her car in the parking lot, carried her to it, and dumped her onto the front seat.
Whether or not they left after that, she was not even remotely interested. Her major concern now was getting home-all in one piece if possible.
She had no idea what time it was, but was aware that no matter how long she sat there, her head was not getting any clearer. So she started the ignition, turned on the headlights and backed out of the parking lot. Fortunately, traffic was light and she drove very carefully, so that she would not be stopped and asked to take a sobriety test.
There were not many times in her life when she felt more relieved than when she turned into her own driveway and pulled the compact to a halt in the garage. She was surprised to Find that Ty's car was not there. Which meant either that Ty was much later than usual getting home, or that Joe and Burt had not kept her in the motor home nearly as long as she had imagined. In a sense, she was glad that Ty was not home yet. Even though it did not alleviate the hurt she felt, at least she would not have to answer his questions which could only lead to a row. In her present woozy, nauseous condition, a row was the very last thing she wanted.
She hurried into the house and went straight to her bedroom. She stripped off her dress. She did not know what had happened to her panties, because they had not bothered to put them on her. She immediately got into bed. As soon as her throbbing head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
She did not hear Ty come in; did not even know when he got into bed with her. She slept right through the night.
As usual, she was the first one awake in the morning. She had a slight hangover but she did not let him know. She prepared his breakfast and had it waiting for him in the breakfast nook after he shaved, showered and dressed.
If she felt better, she might have laid her cards on the table alongside his orange juice, bacon-eggs-toast and coffee. But she wanted a clear head when she had it out with him. She wanted a little more evidence, too. Wanted to know exactly who it was that he preferred more than her.
"Do you expect to be late tonight, again?" was all she asked him.
He looked up at her from his morning paper and frowned. "I'm afraid so. Things aren't going as smoothly at the company as everybody figured. I'll be glad when all these after-hour meetings stop."
"I will be, too," she said cryptically and let it go at that.
After he left, Rachel must have swallowed a gallon of tomato juice laced with Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce, together with a couple of Alka Seltzers. Then she went back to bed. She slept until well past noon. Then she showered and put on a negligee. By this time, she felt well enough to have lunch.
What surprised her was that in spite of the mauling and her unusual sexual experiences of the night before, she was not the least bit sore any place on her body. In fact, as the day wore on, some of the things that she remembered the two men doing to her caused her a strange masochistic flicker of pleasure. Maybe it was an experience every woman should have once in her lifetime-being made love to by two men at the same time? Although she never expected it would ever happen to her again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At about four-thirty, Rachel dressed. This time she put on the works-brassiere, pantyhose, blouse, skirt, and heels. Then she called Ty's office. Not to speak to her husband. Simply to find out if he was still there. He was! So she got into her small car and drove downtown, where the company was located. She parked a safe distance from the lot, where she knew Ty left his car during the day. She sat there and waited for more than half an hour until she finally saw him. She watched him get into the car and drive out of the parking lot. She started the compact and followed at a safe distance behind him.
Rachel would have despised any other woman who spied on her husband this way. In fact, she was not any too proud of herself at the moment. But under the circumstances, she felt that the end justified the means.
Through the tunnel of giant cedars that lined the avenue, Rachel shadowed her husband's car, until finally he turned into the driveway and halted in front of the big house. Rachel stopped her car about half a block away, turned off the motor and waited.
Of course, she could have gone right in after him and created a scene. But that would not prove a thing. With his glib tongue, he could have told her he was simply delivering a contract to a customer. What Rachel wanted to do was give him plenty of time to get set and catch him in the act, as much as it might hurt her. She wanted to actually catch him with his "pants down", so he could have no excuse. Then maybe they could come to some kind of decision. Or at least, she would let him know that she was not going to remain the gullible wife he seemed to think she was.
Rachel proved to be the personification of patience. She sat there in her car and waited until it got dark. Then she got out of the car and walked the short distance to the Hope home. The lights in several of the rooms inside the house had been turned on, and the young bride's first impulse was to go right to the front door and ring the bell. But that would only alert them, give Ty and his paramour a chance to cover up whatever they might be doing. She wanted proof with her own eyes. So she walked to the huge wrought-iron gate at the right side of the house. It was locked.
When she was a youngster, Rachel had been something of a tomboy, with a special talent for climbing fences and trees. She wondered if she had retained any of her one-time skill. Only one way to find out. She kicked off her heels and began scaling the gate. It was much higher than she figured. But finally she made it and dropped to the ground inside the gate. She recovered her balance and moved quietly toward the rear of the house.
She stretched on tiptoes and peeked into each of the lighted windows as she went past them. Finally, at the extreme far end of the house, she came to a window that was slightly higher than the others. She listened and thought she heard whispering going on inside. But she couldn't be sure. So she found one of the metal beach chairs alongside the pool and dragged it over to the window. Again she kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the chair and looked through the window into the dimly lighted room.
What she saw made her insides curdle and her heart feel as if a giant claw was being dragged across it. There, sprawled out face up on the king-sized water bed inside, was Ty; he was stark naked. Kneeling over him was an older woman with auburn hair whom Rachel had never seen before. This female was as bare-ass as he, straddling him in-what was it Ty called it?-soixante-neaf: the "69" position. She had most of his long length of cock in her wetly ovaled mouth, while his face was half-buried in between her widespread thighs. From the moaning and panting that Rachel could hear, now that she was close up to the window pane, they were both well on their way toward their climax. But cum they never did! Because at that moment Rachel lost her footing on the metal beach chair, and she and the chair went crashing to the ground with a clatter that sounded like the report of a cannon in the dark stillness.
Ty was off the bed and to the window in a flash. He threw it open and looked out. Bug-eyed, breath bunched in his throat, he saw Rachel sprawled out on the ground in the reflection of the light from the window. He pulled back, his heart hammering against his rib cage, his stomach nauseous. He could not be sure whether Rachel had seen him in that brief moment he was at the window. But he was taking no chances. A scandal like this could bring Daniels and all the other company officials zooming up to Richmond on the first plane, maybe cost him his job. He grabbed up his clothes and, putting them on as he went, made a mad dash for the door.
"What the hell is it?" Mavis demanded in bewilderment as she sat up on the bed, with the top sheet covering her quivering breasts.
"My wife!" was all he called back over his shoulder as he rushed out of the bedroom, ran along the corridor to the front door and was gone.
Outside, Rachel untangled herself from the chair and climbed to her feet. Except for a hole in her pantyhose and a skinned knee, she was no worse for her fall. Without bothering even to brush herself off, she hurried to the gate, opened it from the inside and dashed out. She got there just in time to see the taillights of Ty's car fade out in the darkness.
Her first thought was to get into her car and chase after him. But then she decided she would first like to give his "Lady-love" a piece of her mind. She took a moment to straighten her skirt and smooth down her hair, then she went to the front door. She fingered the dog's-nose of a bell and the door opened almost at once. Mavis stood before her in the open doorway. She had slipped into a frothy, ice-blue negligee and run a brush over her long locks.
"Hello, darling," she said to Rachel, catching the younger girl completely off guard.
Rachel tightened her jaw, her eyes narrowed. "I'm Mrs. Anson," she said. "Mrs. Ty Anson."
Mavis smiled calmly. "I know. I'm Mavis Hope. Won't you come in, my dear?"
Somewhat taken aback by the older woman's complacency, Rachel stepped over the threshold and into the living room, without comment.
Mavis closed the door and as Rachel turned to face her, she gave the girl a hurried appraisal, head to foot. "Oh my! Ty was so right. You are lovely. Very lovely!"
"And Ty is my husband," Rachel began hotly, disapprovingly. "I'd like to know just how you think you are to-"
"Oh, darling!" Mavis interrupted as she looked down at Rachel's skinned knee poking through the hole in her pantyhose that had turned into a network of runs. "You've hurt yourself."
"I don't care anything about that!" Rachel retorted, her anger flaring. "I came here to--! "
"Later, darling," Mavis said compassionately. "Right now I want you to sit down so I can tend to that knee."
"My knee can wait!" Rachel snapped.
"Not at all," the woman with the coppery hair insisted, as she took hold of Rachel's arm, guided her to the sofa and pushed the outraged young bride down into it gently. "You wait here, Rachel darling. I'll get my first aid kit and be right back."
"I don't want--! " Rachel began but her protest fell on deaf ears as Mavis disappeared along the corridor and went into the bathroom. By the time the woman came back with band aids, a spray medicant and a small receptacle of warm water, Rachel was ready to explode. But once again, Mavis silenced her.
"You get those pantyhose off, right now," the older woman told her. "We don't want ah infection in those beautiful knees of yours."
"I didn't come here for that," Rachel stammered.
Again, Mavis smiled unperturbed. "I know you didn't and we'll talk about it, as soon as I have your knee fixed up. Now take off those pantyhose. Do as I say."
Rachel was at a loss to understand why she did it, but there was something in the woman's voice that made her obey. Maybe it was the way she was handling such a delicate situation, that as angry as she might be, as much as she might hate the woman, she had to somehow respect her composure. So she got up from the sofa for a moment, turned her back to Mavis, lifted her skirt and peeled off her pantyhose. Then she sat down again.
Mavis brought a pillow down from the sofa, knelt on it before the girl and immediately went to work cleansing and dressing the wounded knee. Rachel said nothing. She just sat there and watched. After all, she did not have the heart to scold or fight with the woman while she was trying to help her.
In the course of washing the knee, Mavis brushed Rachel's skirt quite a distance up her thighs. "We don't want to get it all wet, do we, darling?" She paused to look at the girl's nakedly gleaming flesh. "How precious you are. How warm and soft. How very young." She started to edge the skirt up a little higher. But Rachel quickly blocked her hands.
When the knee was patched up, Mavis placed the receptacle of water and first aid kit on one of the end tables then sat on the sofa beside Rachel.
"Now, I want you to scold me, I want you to give me hell," the auburn-haired woman said before Rachel had a chance to bring her big guns into line. "I did a very bad thing and I know it. I had no right to let your husband come here and make love to me. But if it hadn't been me, sooner or later, it would have been someone else."
"How do you know that?" Rachel wanted to know, trying to take on the offensive.
Mavis smiled that aggravating damnable self-confident smile of hers. "Because I know men, my dear. And the best of them are no damned good. All they think about is that length of wonderful meat between their legs, planning and scheming what hole they can stick it into next. I wouldn't trust any man any further than he can sling his balls."
Rachel softened a little. "But-but you don't understand, Mrs. Hope. We've just been married ... and ... and I'm in love with Ty. Very much in love." Oh God! She couldn't cry ... not now. She fought to hold back her tears.
Mavis' expression became one of understanding. "I know-and from what he told me about you-I'm sure he's very much in love with you."
Rachel's eyes began to fill up, something she had not allowed herself to do even when she was alone. "Then why-why did he do what he did?"
"I told you, Rachel dear, he's a man," Mavis said as one of her arms snaked along the back of the sofa and around the young girl's shoulders.
"But I couldn't stand it, if I thought he was going to act that way the rest of our married life." Rachel began blubbering a little. "That-that isn't my idea of being in love."
"It isn't any woman's idea of being in love, but that's how it is," Mavis philosophized. "Unless she finds out how to combat it."
"Combat it?" Rachel echoed with gathering interest. "How?"
Mavis let her hand move to the back of Rachel's head to gently stroke her long, silken, black tresses. "There's an old hackneyed saying but still as true as when it was first coined and that is the only way to fight a fire is with fire."
Rachel turned her head to frown quizzically at the woman who had been keeping clandestine trysts with her husband. "I don't know what you mean?"
"It's simple! Find someone else with whom we can make love."
Rachel had no intention of telling Mavis that she had tried that little experiment last night without very much success. She said quietly, "I don't think that would work."
The older woman smiled softly. "It all depends on whom you choose to be your other lover," she said almost as if she were reading the young bride's mind. "I don't mean to go out and peddle your ass on the street, darling. I mean to find someone you really could care for."
As she spoke she looked deep into the younger girl's curious brown eyes. Rachel felt the strangest fluttering in the pit of her stomach. There was something in the older woman's hypnotic gray eyes that warmed her insides, made her blood pump faster and held her gaze with an unquestionably evil fascination that seemed to paralyze her. She saw Mavis' face drawing closer, her tongue moisten her parted lips. Rachel felt herself trembling, but she made no attempt to pull back or turn away. She held her breath, waited, then felt the first contact, the barest touch of lips. Without being aware, she let her own lips soften and mold to Mavis! Then, for the first time in her life, she felt the softness, the honey-sweet warmth of another woman's mouth.
The young girl experienced a fierce hunger for air in her lungs. Her nostrils flared. Mavis' soft lips moved, seeking a better, surer contact. She urged Rachel's mouth to part, to open and accept her heated tongue that sought the younger girl's tongue in erotic sex play.
Rachel moaned. She could not understand why she was letting Mavis kiss her this way. She had never been kissed by a woman, not open-mouthed, and she was not at all sure she liked it, in spite of the pleasurable warmth it was bringing up between her legs, making her breasts feel almost balloon-like. That was not all Mavis was doing.
With one hand she was unbuttoning the front of Rachel's blouse, with the other unhooking the back of her brassiere. Seconds later her hand was under the girl's armpit to cup one of her full, rounded, young breasts as she looked down at them, hungrily.
"How darling!" she exclaimed. "How absolutely exquisite you are!"
Rachel went all goose flesh and a hot flush surged into her cheeks. She uttered a weak, tremulous, "Ooohhh ... no ... no ... no!"
Mavis threw off her negligee and stark naked now began playing with Rachel's warmly tingling pink nipples. The glow in them grew brighter. Unaccountably, the young bride found herself wanting the other woman to kiss them, to feel those soft feminine lips on her swollen nipples. She got her wish sooner than expected as she saw Mavis' head dip, and felt her soft, perfumed, coppery hair brushing under her chin as the warm tongue began licking in circles around her right nipple.
Rachel's back arched slowly. She breathed through her mouth laboriously. Finally Mavis took the aroused point between her wetly ovaled lips and strummed it with her tongue. Her left hand cradled the left, girlish breast. Rachel made a small breathy sound of pleasure and sank into the back of the sofa. She closed her eyes ... but only for a moment!
Abruptly, the brunette became afraid. Mavis' touch was exciting her. Her gentle hand and lips were so soft and sure, the weight of them so light and delicate.
Hardly without being cognizant of what was happening, Rachel felt herself being lowered ever so gently on her back on the sofa. Then the woman's hands were at the girl's skirt, raising it slowly, baring her smooth, shapely thighs ... her dark pubic hair ... her soft oscillating belly. As she saw Mavis start to lower her head, Rachel clenched her legs tightly together. Because she knew full well what Mavis was and what she wanted to do to her. A moment of panic streaked through her and she grasped the red head and held it away from her. "No, don't ... I ... I don't want you to do that."
Mavis met Rachel's gaze and smiled self-assuredly again. "You sure?"
Rachel took that moment to consider. Was she sure? This was her husband's mistress. This was the woman who had alienated his affections. What more ironic twist could she ask for? What more satisfaction, complete and absolute, could she want than to take his mistress as her lover; take this woman away from him?
She relaxed her hold on Mavis' head and let her arms drop to the sofa beside her and closed her eyes. She felt Mavis' searing kisses on her belly, then down along her hips and over her thighs. Her lips were like the brush of a butterfly's wing, so light and fluttery. Slowly, Rachel parted her legs, baring to Mavis' eager gaze, the glistening wet furrow of her expectantly waiting cunt.
Rachel held her breath, fully aware that she was about to embark on an unnatural act, lewd and perverted. It was different with a man. With a man it was an accepted act of arousal. But with another woman it was pure and simple lesbianism ... still, if it would stop Ty from seeing this woman again ... maybe save their marriage...
She did not complete the thought, for at that moment Mavis' hot tongue snaked out and stabbed deep up between her quivering thighs, splaying aside the black-fringed cuntal lips, sliding over the wetly blossoming vaginal opening and then digging like a fiery knife against the swollen pink button of Rachel's clitoris.
"Ooohhh ... aaahhh," the half-naked girl groaned in helpless submission against the experienced older woman's burning, pleasure-packed tongue.
Mavis was an old pro at oral sex and she showed it. She began on Rachel slowly, enjoying every second of her feast, every lick, every delicious mouthful of succulent young pussy flesh.
With a low moan, Rachel began grinding her naked buttocks up off the cushions of the sofa, hanging onto the back of the older redhead's with both hands.
Then the sucking began. Mavis opened her mouth to capacity and brought it down on the young bride's erect little clitoris, doing the things that only a woman could do to another woman. She knew just how to lick and suck, just where to nibble and apply the pressure. So much different, so much more beautiful then when the two crude men took turns doing her last night-even more intense than when Ty did her this way.
She cried out in complete surrender and thrust her hotly pulsating cunt up against Mavis' suctioning mouth, her legs quivering, her belly heaving, chills racing unchecked along her spine.
Mavis lifted her head, her glistening wet lips drawn back across her perfectly matched white teeth in a half-mocking smile as she studied the look of rapture on Rachel's face "I knew you'd like it. Now just relax ... and let me finish you. I want you to cum, darling."
Her experienced mouth and her tongue returned to the girl's wetly quivering pussy and began tormenting her clitoris.
Automatically, Rachel arched her back to thrust her hair-lined pussy furrow up against the other woman's sucking mouth. For long moments she held herself rigid in that position, her eager young body curved like a taut bow, her firm, full, saliva-wettened breasts thrust up high and trembling, as more and more she spread apart her thighs in a mindless attempt to open her body to its fullest, in tribute to the slashing tongue and hungrily sucking mouth of her female lover.
Ardently, Mavis stroked her heated little tongue up into the gaping wet vaginal opening of the excited young bride beneath her, her own wetly throbbing pussy burning now as the intoxicating juices of Rachel's aroused passion flooded her mouth and her senses.
"Nice?" came the muffled voice of the naked woman sandwiched between the young girl's splayed legs.
"Oh, yes ... yes," Rachel moaned as her hips slowly and deliciously revolved against Mavis' furiously licking tongue. Without total awareness, Rachel's hands went to her own naked breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling the wet, still tingling nipples that Mavis had abandoned. "Oh, God ... I'm going to cum ... You're going to make me cum..."
The helplessly impassioned girl's ravings became a kind of delirious, mindless chant as Mavis' tongue fucked faster and faster in and out of Rachel's desire-drenched cunt, the older woman using her nose to whip the bride's erected clitoris as if it were a naughty child...
It was precisely at this moment, a Mercedes turned into the driveway in front of the house, pulled into the garage and halted. A tall, handsome middle-aged man got out and walked to the front door. He inserted a key in the lock and pushed the door open. He paused a moment as he heard the passionate wailings coming from the living room. Closing the door quietly, he followed the sound along the corridor until he came to the archway that led into the living room. There he halted and stood in amazed wonder, watching the salacious spectacle in progress on the sofa.
Neither the young housewife nor Mavis were aware of his presence. Even if Rachel had known he was there, it is doubtful whether she would have wanted the older woman to stop licking her wildly excited vagina. The temporarily deranged girl was so very close to orgasm that nothing else in the world mattered right now. The earth could have rumbled and all of Richmond could have been swallowed in a massive quake and the helplessly inflamed girl would have been unable to halt her frantic need for satisfaction that was building to a head in the depths of her seething belly. Another few seconds ... maybe less ... and it would be that moment. . .
Rachel clenched her teeth and with her eyes shut tightly, she almost stopped breathing as she felt herself balancing on the rim of ecstasy ... and then the man in the doorway spoke!
"Well-this is what I call a nice homecoming," he said.
Mavis froze for a moment, then she lifted her head from between Rachel's thighs, turned and looked up at the man who had come forward to halt beside the sofa. Rachel opened her eyes and looked up at him too, blankly. In her glassy-eyed passion, she could not clearly make him out, except that he was a tall man whom she had never seen before.
Normally, she would have been mortified to death. But right now. at this moment of incredible physical and mental frustration, all she wanted was Mavis' auburn head back in between her lewdly spread thighs, her heavenly mouth back at her aching pussy. It was the sound of Mavis' voice that brought her back part of the way to reality.
"Hello, darling," the older woman said without embarrassment as she stared up at the man standing before them. "I didn't expect you back until tomorrow morning."
"I finished my business sooner than I expected and caught an early plane," the man said. He spoke clearly and distinctly in a deep, resonant voice.
With a calmness that was amazing under the circumstances. Mavis turned her head and said to the younger girl, "Rachel, darling, I'd like you to meet my husband."
"Husband? Oh ... my God!" Rachel gulped as her senses thundered back into her brain. A flush of embarrassment swept over her, and she tried the impossible task of bringing her blouse closed across her naked breasts with one hand while attempting to pull down her skirt with the other.
"No need to do that, my dear," Kenneth Hope told her unperturbedly, adjusting readily to what normally would have been a tense, awkward, indelicate situation for the three of them as he began to shed his clothes.
Rachel shivered in an ecstasy of fear, and she tried to bring her legs together, but it was not possible with Mavis wedged between them. The brightened young bride looked up at Kenneth in dread anticipation. "What ... what are you going to do?" she choked out.
He shrugged. "Join you. What else?"
"No ... You ... can't!" Rachel tried to crawl along the sofa as Kenneth dropped his trousers and shorts, and she caught a glimpse of his cock, curving up from between his legs like a rigid, velvet-headed serpent. She looked down at Mavis still nestled between her splayed thighs, holding her nakedly exposed hips so she could not get away and at the same time nudging the skirt up to completely expose the girl's ebony fringed cunt to her husband's view again. Piteously, Rachel begged the woman, "Please, no ... you're ... not going to let him?"
"Of course I am, darling," Mavis replied as she began caressing the insides of the girl's sleek young thighs, brushing her fingertips ever so lightly over the girl's open pussy-lips. "Kenneth and I always share and share alike." To her husband, "Isn't that right?"
He nodded his head and began pulling the cushions off the sofa and making a bed of them on the floor.
Numb with shock at the thought of what they were planning to do to her, Rachel blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "You mean he knows about you and Ty?"
"Ty?" the man echoed as he came back to the sofa and looked down at his naked wife and the half-naked girl to whom she was making love. "Who the hell's Ty?"
"Her husband," Mavis replied.
"Oh," he said almost with disinterest.
"Kenneth never minds if I pass my time with other men while he's away," Mavis explained to the embarrassed young girl. "Not as long as there's a female in it somewhere for him."
Then her auburn head was back between Rachel's widespread legs again, licking and gently biting at the insides of the girl's vibrantly trembling thighs, inching toward her pink-fleshed little cunt. The new bride tried to fight against the wanton feeling Mavis' lips and tongue and teeth were bringing her shamelessly aroused loins, but gradually the lewd sensations of pleasure overpowered her, and she began to succumb as she had before.
Kenneth gave his wife's nakedly upturned buttocks a gentle slap. "Let's get her down on the floor," he said.
They removed what little remained of the futilely resisting Rachel's clothing then placed her on the bed of cushions that Kenneth had arranged on the floor. Mavis straddled the young bride so that her naked ass-cheeks rested on Rachel's heaving breasts, her dark-haired pubic mound close enough to the other woman's face to smell the damp musky odor of her meticulously coiffured cunt-a mush of erotic anticipation so strong that even the scent of the champagne vaginal deodorant could not hide its heady perfume.
Rachel felt Kenneth get down onto the cushions and pry apart her legs so that he could get between them. A new horror swept over her as she realized what they were going to do to her. Oh God! They meant to force her to submit to them-both at the same time! True, it happened with the two men in the motor home last night. But at least she had been drunk enough then not to have been fully conscious of what they were doing to her. Now she was stone cold sober and in complete command of her senses. Besides, Mavis had actually convinced her that she wanted to be her lover. But this was not love, this was bestial, sexual violence! Her spirit rebelled and she struggled fiercely to get away from the two naked Hopes. Unfortunately, her flesh-weakened by her sexual hunger and need for release-was not equal to the struggle. Mavis laughed. "Take it easy, darling! Just relax and enjoy it! Kenneth really knows his way around, believe me! He'll really send you, honey." Then over her shoulder to her husband, "Any time you're ready, sweetheart. Just work on her a little while she works on me. She's real tight, far tighter than I am. But you can make her relax."
Rachel felt Kenneth's talented fingers stroking her quivering vaginal flesh, working inside the wetly palpitating opening, stretching her gently. Then she felt the hot rubber head of his rigidly stiffened penis at the entrance to her defenseless pussy.
"No ... no," she moaned instinctively but without nearly as much conviction as before, for the naked young bride was resigned to this cruel rape by these older and more experienced people. But it took only the first penetration of his thick pulsing cock to turn the young girl on all over again, make her as shamelessly aroused as his wife had made her when he first interrupted them. With the first wonderful thrust, his virile penis made into her warmly welcoming pussy, she stopped lying to herself and admitted that in her heart she really wanted to be subjugated this way.
It was at that moment that her open lips came reluctantly in touch with the satiny soft flesh at the inside of Mavis' thighs pressed against the side of her head. She tried to turn her face away to avoid the touch. But the older woman's hands forced her head back into place and held it that way, making her look up at the totally exposed cunt which was being presented to her.
"Do it, darling," Mavis panted. "Lick me like I did you. Make me feel like I made you feel."
Rachel had never really seen a vagina up close like this, not even her own. She had to admit it was really interesting, especially the way the softly curling hair grew out and away from it, leaving the swollen, shell pink lips completely free. She watched the blushing vaginal flesh drawing nearer and nearer, its layers yielding up its deepest, most intimate secrets as Mavis continued to slowly lower herself.
For one terrifying moment, Rachel knew that she could not go through with it. What Mavis was asking her to do was obscene, unnatural. Oh God! She was not a lesbian! She never wanted to be one! She-
The moist, warm flesh of Mavis' perfumed pussy gently touched her mouth and checked her panic. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips and kissed the very center of Mavis' hair-lined cunt; then timidly she stuck out her tongue and slid it into the honeyed heart of the woman's precious treasure. At almost the same moment, she felt Kenneth's warmly pulsating penis sliding into her own quivering vaginal pussy with a smooth single motion that buried him right up to the hilt.
The ultimate musk of Mavis' mildly excited pussy came more strongly to Rachel's nostrils now, acting as an aphrodisiac, letting her drift away into a state of beautiful physical pleasure. The young bride ignored all further speculation as to whether what she was doing was right or wrong. She simply applied herself to the passionate tongue-fucking of Mavis' cunt, and the unbelievable rapture of the woman's husband sawing his long hard cock in and out of her wantonly writhing body.
As he pumped away at her, Kenneth's hands reached up and slid beneath his wife's naked buttocks to grab Rachel's heaving young breasts as though they were handles, adding to all the other multiple sensations crowding the girl's body. It was not long before all three of the lewdly coupled trio were ready to cum, each of them trying to hold back as long as possible, wanting to sustain the delightfully, erotically debased pleasure they were bringing each other. But there was an end of endurance for everything ... and Mavis, suddenly wailing in rapture, reached hers first.
Rachel felt all the muscles in the woman's lower abdomen contract as if grasped by a fist and then begin fluttering in wild delight. She could feel the succulent cuntal flesh throbbing against her tongue as her mouth flooded with a rich aromatic outpouring of liquid passion. Then while Mavis was still cumming, she felt Kenneth's penis swell to a frightening size inside her for a moment and then burst, throbbing uncontrollably as it spewed its hot, milky fluid into her womb. For one infinitesimal moment, the nakedly writhing girl thought how different it felt from her husband's orgasm, not nearly as prolonged or as satisfying. But it was far more than enough to set off her own orgasm.
Rachel gasped and felt the sweep of her climax seize her belly, her mind exploding in a great fire of colored lights and brilliant flashes. She shuddered and whimpered and went right on voraciously sucking on the meaty flesh of Mavis' wetly heated cunt as the older woman began to cum for a second time. Rachel was in a kind of fiery heaven for eternal seconds as she rode her own orgasm to its completion. She was glad, so very glad, that her face was hidden between Mavis' clenched thighs, so that they could not see her abandoned expression of complete wantonness.
She would talk with Ty tomorrow about seeing more of their new found friends. She had a feeling that he would agree to that. But for now, she wanted to forget Ty and enjoy the evening for it was still young and she wanted to enjoy every single minute of it!
