It is tempting, in this age of the pill and the New Morality, to assume that sexual ignorance and prudery are a thing of the remote Victorian past. The popular culture media turn the spotlight of mass circulation on subjects that only a few years ago were discussed in whispers and behind closed doors. Even lady's magazines, formerly devoted to prosaic articles on food and housekeeping, now devote increasing space to such subjects as premarital sex, contraception, unwed motherhood, and homosexuality. And the alleged arts of theater, cinema, and music depict nudity and overt sexual acts with a sophistication bordering on cynicism. A visitor from another planet, pursuing the advertisements in any major American magazine, might easily conclude that we had attained a level of sexual liberation unparalleled in human history.
Those whose profession it is, however, to deal with the troubled, the maladjusted in our society, know that this is far from the truth. Indeed psychiatrists and marriage counselors often express surprise at the degree of ignorance and inhibition they encounter in their patients, both male and female. Despite the "playboy philosophy."
"women's liberation," and sex education in our schools, many of us seem to live in the moral and psychological word of our grandparents, ignorant of even the most rudimentary facts of sexuality, and fearful and ashamed of discussing even those. Is it not ironic that in an age when sexual stimuli assault us from all sides, sexual difficulties more than any other type of problem cause us to seek the help of an analyst ... and sexual incompatibility is an overwhelming cause of divorce?
There is a growing body of opinion that many of our sexual difficulties and instances of sexual incompatibility could be erased if we communicated more freely with each other about our sexual-likes and dislikes. In such an atmosphere of mutual trust and love, psychiatrists feel, husband and wife might resolve their problems and pass beyond a spurious sexual sophistication to genuine sexual maturity.
It is our hope that the story that is about to unfold here will impress upon its readers the necessity of open communication within the marital relationship if it is to survive the onslaughts of this permissive society.
Our story takes place in a small town in New England, where, far from the pressures of the modern urban center, life goes on much as it has for several generations. A small percentage of each year's high school graduates leave for a more exciting life in the city, but most stay home, marry their childhood sweethearts, and settle down to what they hope will be a happy, normal life.
Typical of these couples are Bob and Sally Payton healthy, good-looking, clean-cut, married less than a year, they seem to have everything going their way. Despite a brief period of ecstatic lovemaking in the first months of their marriage, however, they have begun to feel a vague sense of dissatisfaction with their sex lives. Because of their relative inexperience and their reticence to discuss their sexual problems, they are unable to communicate about it.
In another, gentler era, time and understanding might have brought them together. But their lives are disrupted by the sudden arrival of a figure from the past.
Tina Sarlin, an old friend of Sally's from high school returns to her home town from New York City for the first time in four years with her husband and manager, Ray. These two are the prototypes of today's sexual "sophisticate," and their bizarre life-style and dark ambitions have a cataclysmic effect on Bob and Sally's marriage.
The publishers are grateful to the author, Bertrand Rozelle, for his no-punches-pulled approach to a subject of vital concern to us all. For if we cannot communicate in the intimacy of the marital relationship, what hope is there for solving the other monumental problems that confront us in the modern world? It is our hope that this frank and forthright work will be a step, however small, in tearing down the walls that separate us.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California February, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
In his dingy loft apartment in grimy lower Manhattan, Ray Sarlin, director of low-budget "art" films, set down his 8mm camera and reached up to adjust one of the glaring overhead lights strung on the pipes of the sprinkler system. His tie-dyed, t-shirt revealed a circular stain of sweat, as his hairy, muscular arm reached for the ceiling. He brushed a lock of his straight, medium-long, dark hair out of his eyes and, satisfied with the new lighting effect, stepped back to survey the entire scene.
Long strips of silver foil hung at intervals from the ceiling, shimmering with the reflection of a series of moving colored lights placed strategically along the walls of the otherwise cheerless room, whose chipped plaster etched out his sporadic attempts to expose the brick of the rundown warehouse building. On the back wall, the current focus of his attention, a poster of Che Guevara, a women's liberation banner, various revolutionary slogans, and assorted less political graffiti framed a larger-than-life-size mural of two nude figures locked in lewd embrace, painted by Ray himself in a former identity as avant-garde artist.
On the floor in the center of the room was a large white sheepskin rug, piled high on three sides with oversized, bright-hued, tie-dyed velvet pillows. In the middle of the rug, supported on the pile of pillows, was a voluptuous redhead, naked except for a pair of sheer, black bikini panties, fringed knee-high suede boots, and a beaded Indian headband. Her thick mane of wavy, copper-colored hair cascaded down over her shoulders and arms in long, smooth waves, reaching around her breasts, which hung like two luscious melons, ripe for the plucking. Her large, now placidly relaxed nipples were of gradually deeper shades of pink, ending in small, pointed tips of burnished coral.
Tina Sarlin, twenty-year-old wife of Ray and star of his current film, had developed from an eye-catching slightly vulgar Lolita into a strikingly beautiful package ... perfectly arched eyebrows over huge, sultry brown eyes, high cheek bones and full sensual lips, and a body that stopped traffic. Dressed, she looked like a high-fashion model; undressed, closer to a fertility goddess. At the moment, her long tapering legs crossed with tantalizing, lazy grace, she looked like a sleek jungle cat stretched out at her ease in the sun.
Luxuriating in the softness of the velvet pillows while waiting for her husband's signal to begin, Tina puffed languidly on a joint of marijuana and watched Ray's activities. She was not aware so much of what he was doing; the technical aspects of film-making didn't particularly interest her. Rather, she let her eyes wander lazily over the muscular expanse of his broad back, the thick, curly hair on his well-developed arms, the rock-hardness of his buttocks and thighs beneath his tight, faded jeans.
Ray had the kind of body that had always turned her on, as long as she could remember, even in high school. She closed her eyes, remembering, almost able to smell oil and leather jackets, hear the sound of young, raucous male voices joking about the merits of their cars and their mamas, and taste the tartness of the cheap red wine they passed around as they raced back from the New York State border, where the bartenders were more understanding than in Piney Hills, Vermont.
The thought of her old home town caused Tina's face to tighten in an angry frown. Piney Hills, she mouthed silently, spitting the word with bitterness and contempt. Population 2,647 and all of them bastards.
The thought brought her back to the present. Even the thick, sweet smoke that filled her lungs and sent languorous, teasing sensations through her curvaceous five-foot-three-inch frame could not prevent her from pushing her petal-like lips into a small pout of impatience. She'd vowed she'd never go back until she was successful enough to spit in the eye of all the people who had made her teenage years so miserable, and it had taken nearly four years to feel she was ready. Ray had reluctantly agreed to a trip this weekend, and she was anxious for the filming to be over so they could pack.
From the other side of the room, Ray had completed his inspection of the scenic arrangements and turned his attention to Tina herself. With a cool, appraising air, he looked her over from top to toe. Then he strode quickly across the Utter-strewn loft, leaned over the cushions on one side and rearranged her hair so that the rosy aureoles that tipped her full, round breasts were more fully exposed. Absorbed as he was in his work, he couldn't resist bending down to give each of the distended nipples a playful bite. Immediately the pink tips hardened and came erect.
"Baby, you've got talent," he grinned down at her. "You ready to start?"
"Lover, you know I'm always ready to start," his wife purred throatily from the pillows.
"Okay," Ray said, taking the joint out of her long, tapering fingers. "Give me a little action rolling around on the pillows before you start. In fact," he said, with a flash of inspiration, "why don't you begin lying on your stomach, and then slowly turn over, as if you'd just woken up."
"Anything you say, lover, only let's get started. We've still gotta pack."
"Sweetheart!" her husband teased in mock surprise, "You know you can't hurry art."
While Tina adjusted her position, Ray walked over to the stereo and put a record on the turntable, then picked up his camera and positioned himself at the edge of the sheepskin, so that he could get the entire panorama in the opening shot.
"Let the music go for about half a minute, and then start moving," he instructed.
Tina nodded, and a second later, the sound of drums and strange, hypnotic chanting began.
Ray panned the camera down his wife's smooth, sloping back, over the curves of her bikini-clad buttocks, and down her tawny, tapering legs. Finally, he stepped back to take in her entire body.
Tina, the beat established in her drug-heightened consciousness, went into action. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked directly and dewily into the camera.
Moving like a cat, Ray zoomed in for a close-up on her expressive, aquiline features, looking for all the world as if she'd just emerged from a delicious slumber. The camera then followed her every movement, as she slowly unwound her arms from their position under her head and, with feigned lassitude, turned deliberately over on her back and stretched like a cat. Her eyes closed, she lowered her hands to the sides of her breasts, just under her arms, and moved them sensuously down her body, outlining the indentation of her tiny waist, the luxurious flare of her full, sculptured hips, and the satiny expanse of her abdomen and stomach. Fanning out to the sides again, she cupper her hands beneath the full ripe mounds of her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them upward, so that the nipples peeked out over her caressing fingers, which could barely contain their full swelling burden.
Taking one nipple in each hand, she began to massage the tips between her thumb and forefinger, occasionally scraping one of her well-manicured nails over the surface, creating a tingling sensation that reached down into the pit of her stomach.
Gradually she began to forget her impatience and enjoy her work, aroused by the steadily increasing beat of the drums, which were filling the entire room. Rather than being inhibited by the presence of the camera, moving around her and photographing her from every imaginable angle, she was stimulated by it. She'd always liked to attract attention. At a high school dance, she had electrified the gymnasium by making her entrance in a low-cut, red strapless gown, when all the other girls were wearing demure pastels. Even Sally, her only friend at Lincoln High, had looked wide-eyed. and shocked, and the other girls had stared daggers at her all evening while their dates practically fell over themselves in their eagerness to dance with her.
What was Sally like now, she wondered. Her letter had said she and Bob Payton, her steady boyfriend throughout high school, were married now. Tina hadn't known him well, since he'd gone to a imagine boarding school in Massachusetts and was only home on holidays and occasional weekends, but she remembered that he was good-looking, in a clean-cut, Ivy League way, and very shy.
Tina smiled at the memory, and began to play for the camera, smiling seductively, running the tip of her delicate pink tongue back and forth over her slightly parted lips, still massaging her full firm breasts with her hands. In an obscene parody of the sexual act, she moved her hips back and forth, spreading her legs slightly, while her eyes, never losing sight of Ray and his camera, radiated lewd invitation.
On the other side of the camera, Ray watched appreciatively as his wife twisted and wriggled lewdly. Man, she's a natural, he thought, and her timing is outasite! From the first time he'd seen her, waiting tables in a sleazy joint in the West Village, he'd known she was quality. All she needed was a little polish and confidence, which Ray had cheerfully provided. In fact, she was his masterpiece.
Under Ray's guidance, she had worked her way through massage parlors, body-painting studios, erotic dancing, live sex shows, and now films. With each new phase of her career she had found that she liked exposing herself, enjoyed feeling the lascivious eyes of a roomful of anonymous men on her body as she slowly, tauntingly, removed all her clothes and undulated obscenely for their pleasure. Sometimes, she felt that this was her mission in life, to give pleasure, to show the world that nothing was sacred or forbidden when you were truly free.
Sometimes, it was true, the old anger and bitterness would overwhelm her, and she was contemptuous of her audience for the uptightness that led them to pay for the thrills they were too frightened to demand of then-wives and lovers. Then her eyes would narrow, and she would flaunt her enticingly half-naked body evc.i more outrageously, each seductive, taunting gesture aimed at driving them into a frenzy of frustration.
Maybe if they were angry enough, she reasoned, they would go home and screw their wives unmercifully, all those tight-lipped bitches who thought they were superior because nobody had gotten into their pants until they were married; maybe she could inspire them to ram their big, hard cocks far up into the cunts of all the church-going hypocrites in all the Piney Hills of the world ... maybe they could ram themselves free of their guilt and hang-ups, the way Ray had done for her...
As the music increased in intensity, Tina began to perform solely for Ray, to show him in no uncertain terms how well she had learned her lessons and how anything he wanted her to do was a small price to pay for what he had given her with his thick hard cock.
She rolled over on her stomach again and, propping herself up on her hands, smiled playfully at him over her shoulder, arching her body to draw attention to the milk-white cheeks of her buttocks, dimly visible beneath the flimsy black panties. Raising herself onto her knees, her back still to the camera, she began to lower the panties over the gleaming white half-moons, a little at a time, until finally they were bunched in a thin, black line at the base of her buttocks. She wagged her nakedly exposed buttocks flirtatiously at the camera, then in one swift movement turned around and lowered herself into a sitting position, supported by the cushions.
Without losing control of the camera, Ray lowered himself into a squat so that he could easily zoon in on the action, which he knew was about to begin in earnest. Christ, she's a hot little bitch! he thought. His own penis was beginning to strain desperately against the thin material of his tight denim pants, despite his efforts to remain strictly professional. Baby, do your thing, he muttered silently.
Sensing her husband's excitement, Tina redoubled her efforts. Moaning a little, she tossed her head from side to side, and inserting her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her already half-dropped panties, arched her body upwards slightly and lowered them slowly over the smooth curves of her hips. Inch by inch, the copper-colored strands of her softly curling pubic hair came into view, a mysterious triangle nestled just above the joining of her thighs. Keeping her legs as tightly closed as she could, Tina inched the panties down over her knees and finally kicked them aside with her suede boots.
With trembling fingers, she widely separated her thighs, exposing to the camera the moistening folds of her pussy lips, rimmed with soft tendrils of hair. Her fingers found her own wet pink slit, and as soon as she touched it, a feeling like an electric shock coursed through her entire body. Forgotten was her husband Ray, forgotten was her impatience to be finished with the film. All she was conscious of was the delicious feeling up between her legs, created by her own expert finger-fucking. She flailed back on the pillows, her wavy mane of auburn hair flying in every direction as she moaned and twisted with abandon. This was what she lived for!
Watch me, lover, she thought, watch me show you my tight pink pussy! She drew her knees up as far as she could, reached under her thighs, and separated the fleshy outer lips with her hands.
Ray found it difficult to keep his mind on his work, confronted with the view of her lewdly splayed legs. The only thing that kept him from flinging the camera away and diving headfirst into her invitingly hair-lined pussy was the realization that he had to have the film to the developer's that evening at the latest. Keep cool, man, he counseled himself, as he strained to capture every movement of her obscenely exposed cuntal slit, you ll get yours later.
Tina now began to rub her middle finger lewdly back and forth over her clitoris, which was now erect and throbbing, increasing her tempo to match the eerie music, which had now reached an insane crescendo of wailing horns and beating drums. Excited by the music and drugs, she shifted her hand so that she could feel the middle finger of one hand deep inside her moistly seeping cuntal passage while with her other, she continued to massage her hotly palpitating clitoris. Little rippling sensations radiated deep inside her with each stroke of her salaciously probing fingers. Her vaginal walls began to expand and contract, clutching at her lewdly exploring middle fingers, until she thought she couldn't bear it anymore. BUT SHE COULD BEAR IT, SHE KNEW SHE COULD, KNEW THAT THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED, TO STICK HER FINGERS FAR UP INTO HER HOT LITTLE PUSSY AND EXPOSE HERSELF TOTALLY BEFORE THE MERCILESS EYE OF THE CAMERA WIELDED BY HER SEXY, DARK-haired HUSBAND!!
The thought of the camera drove the sensuous redhead into a frenzy, and she turned and twisted her middle finger mercilessly inside her furiously throbbing pussy. Her already tormented slit was the source of what seemed like unbearable heat, so she spread the moisture emanating from her hotly clasping vagina upwards over the pulsating organ, her moans growing more and more uncontrolled.
Drops of perspiration appeared on her forehead and on her long, quivering thighs, as her middle finger moved faster and faster, almost against her will, in and out of her hungrily straining pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," Tina moaned, closing her eyes, almost unconscious of everything but the force of her body's ungovernable fury. Her hips began to thrust lewdly upwards in erratic, uncontrollable spasms. She twisted her pelvis obscenely toward the camera, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, and raising her knees against her excitedly heaving breasts.
Tina was out of control now, oblivious to her surroundings, as she flailed her head on the pillows wildly, sending her auburn hair flying around her in a tangle of angry copper strands. Her lust-driven fingers spread wide her distended pussy lips, revealing drops of steaming vaginal juices that were beginning to seep out of her exposed slit, and run in little streaks downward to the tightly puckered hole of her barely visible anus.
Feeling the approaching orgasm, she wished she could hold it off and remain lost forever in the violent prolonged ecstasy that pervaded her entire naked body. But her hands could not control their frantic clutchings at her feverishly throbbing young cunt, and the spasms entirely overtook her.
She was cumming!! Her desperately straining pussy contracted violently and her insides seemed on fire with thick waves of warm, molten liquid. Her head was flung back on the pillows, and her face contorted in a grimace of ecstasy. Everything in her seemed to be straining downward and nakedly open, and behind her eyes, she could see a great blazing light, radiating outward in concentric circles of flaming color. And she was there!
Her whole body and mind were concentrated on the convulsions rippling wildly through her insides. Her mental constraints, minimal at best, were falling away and she was consumed with a feeling of soaring, all-enveloping freedom. It was like screaming down a back country road at two on a Saturday morning, the accelerator pressed to the floor, with the wind whipping through her hair.
For a moment, the sensuous redhead almost lost consciousness, as tidal waves of release washed over her, and she allowed herself to drift on the inner ocean of white, receding pleasure. Her breathing, just a moment before wrenched from her in short, tortured gasps, subsided to a smooth gentle rhythm. Her hands trembled and fluttered away from her aching pussy lips, still palpitating hotly from their exertions. Slowly she opened her eyes. The pupils were dilated, and she looked almost like a child waking from a nap. She smiled slightly at the camera, licking the perspiration from her upper lip with the tip of her tiny pink tongue. Then as the pounding jungle music from the stereo subsided, Tina stretched like a cat, and fell back on the pillows as if asleep.
"Beautiful, baby," her husband called exultantly as he put down his camera. "Wrap it up!"
* * *
In her attractive, colonial home in Piney Hills, Vermont, some three hours distant, Sally Payton was also hard at work. On her hands and knees, she was vigorously polishing to a high gloss the antique blue-and-white tiles of the kitchen floor. A glance at the clock told her she didn't have much time if she was going to get the chicken stuffed and take a shower before Bob came home from the office.
Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a bright blue kerchief, which made her azure eyes seem an even deeper shade than usual. Since her marriage a little over six months earlier, her slim twenty-year-old figure had gotten fuller. Though still slender, the skimpy halter top she wore to clean house could barely contain the uptilted roundness of her firm young breasts.
Giving one last swipe to the floor, Sally sat back on her heels, wiped her hands on her soiled, tight shorts, and breathed a sigh of relief. Every muscle of her five-foot-seven-inch frame seemed to ache. Remembering how late it was, she pushed herself to her feet, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs. The bird still wasn't thawed.
Damn! Well, she might as well take in the last of the laundry. Slipping a demure blouse over the revealing halter top, she picked up a large wicker basket from the alcove by the kitchen door, and went outside.
In the spacious, tree-speckled back yard of their rambling old home, Sally paused for an instant to savor the flower-scented air. The slanting rays of the warm September sun had washed the peaceful lawn and hedges with a pink and golden glow. She supposed it was silly of her to spend a day like this hanging clothes out on the line, particularly when there was a barely used clothes dryer in the basement, and to wax the kitchen floor by hand when Bob would cheerfully have gotten her an electric waxer. But she actually enjoyed all the little tasks of housekeeping. They reminded her of her childhood, when she could come home from school to the smell of pies baking in the kitchen, and fall asleep at night on crisp, fresh sheets.
"I guess I'm just an old-fashioned girl," she would smile, when her friends urged her to take advantage of more modern conveniences.
Besides, Tina was arriving tomorrow, and she wanted the old, converted farmhouse, in which they had spent so many happy hours as children, to look its best. So she had spent the past two days, ever since Tina's wire had arrived, hanging curtains and washing floors, as well as a dozen other things that she hoped would revive happy memories for her old friend.
Tina had been a frequent visitor to the house, particularly after her mother had died when the girls were only six years old. Sally's father, a teacher at the elementary school, had taken an early interest in the bright-eyed, pretty red-haired child, and both Sally's parents had tried to make Tina welcome in their home, hoping that contact with a real family would make up for the lack of a secure home life of her own. The two girls had become very close, and once, on one of the frequent weekends Tina spent with Sally, they made a pact of eternal friendship.
The memory of the pact caused Sally to flush with embarrassment. It had been Tina's idea, and Sally had gone along with it against her better judgment, as she usually did with Tina's schemes.
* * *
It was just about this time of year, she remembered because there was a slight chill of autumn in the air. The girls, both twelve years old, had put on their nightgowns and had a noisy, boisterous pillow fight in Sally's bedroom, broken up by her mother reminding them gently that there was school tomorrow.
"I've got an idea," Tina had said suddenly after they had quieted down. "You know how we've been talking about a ceremony to seal our friendship forever and ever?"
"Yes," said Sally, curling her feet up under the hem of her ruffled flannel nightgown. "Have you thought of one?
"I think so," Tina had replied, unbraiding her pigtails in front of the mirror.
"What is it?"
"Well ... " Tina bounced across the room and perched on the foot of the bed. "First we have to take off all our clothes."
"Take off our clothes?" Sally couldn't believe her ears. "Why?"
"For the pact, silly. It has to be something special and secret and dangerous, right?"
"I ... I suppose so." Sally was a little doubtful. "What do we do then?"
Tina lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Then, we'll touch each other's titties and we'll recite the vow you wrote. "
Sally's eyes grew wide with shock at her friend's plan.
"Tina! We can't do that! It's ... " Sally searched for words. "It's wrong!"
Tina turned her back in an angry sulk. "Well, all right. If you don't want to be friends forever...."
"Oh, I do, it's not that, it's just that ... well ... couldn't we do something else instead?"
"No!" Tina spat. "It has to be something really secret and dangerous, and if you're too scared, we just won't do anything at all. "
"Oh, all right," Sally finally agreed. "But we have to turn out the lights. "
In the darkened room, Sally had begun to remove her night clothes. She felt little tingles of excitement at the touch of the cool night air on her skin. She never took off all her clothes except to take a bath, and even then, nobody ever saw her except Mommy.
Finally she was completely nude. She was so embarrassed she could hardly bring herself to look up. She was sure that what they were doing was terribly wrong, but she wasn't quite sure why. At the same time, she felt a strange excitement she had never known before. It gave her butterflies in her tummy. It was scary, but it was nice too.
On the other side of the bed, Tina had already shed her nightgown and panties. Sally was amazed at how much older her friend looked in the light cast by the full moon outside the window. Her own breasts were only tiny buds compared to the firm young mounds on Tina's body. Stealing a shy glance at her friend, Sally could even make out what looked like a dark shadow down there, a marked contrast to the few delicate strands of blonde hair which had only recently appeared on herself.
In silence, the two girls moved to the center of the room.
"Shall I do it first, or you?" Tina whispered.
"You," Sally replied, shivering a little against the cold.
Tina reached out and slowly put her hands on Sally's tiny breasts. Sally felt a little shock go through her at the touch of someone's hands in such a strange place. It gave her goose pimples all over. Despite the chill, there was something oddly pleasant about it. Her heart began to beat faster.
"I, Tina Cooper, swear eternal friendship with you Sally Pay ton..."
Sally hardly heard her friend's whispered words, so absorbed was she in new, exciting sensations. Her legs were trembling, and there were funny feelings down there between her legs. Instinctively she squeezed her soft, young thighs together. She had never felt like this before in her entire life.
"...and I swear I will never reveal this pact to anyone as long as I live, cross my heart and hope to die."
As Tina removed her hands from Sally's breasts, the little blonde girl looked down at herself and was puzzled to see that her nipples were all hard and standing out in points. "Now, you," Tina whispered. Sally's stomach seemed to do a flip, and she felt a tingling in her belly and down there as she shyly reached out towards her red-haired friend. Her fingers touched the satiny surface of Tina's soft and gleaming young breasts, and she was amazed to feel them respond to her light touch. How nice they felt, she thought. She almost forgot her anxiety and the cold in her innocent curiosity about the mysteries of her friend's body.
Still, something in her mind was screaming that what they were doing was not right, and Sally had a hard time finding her voice to complete the vow. She was sure Mommy and Daddy wouldn't approve if they knew what was happening downstairs. Finally it was over, and Sally had fallen asleep amid confused feelings of guilt and pleasure.
* * *
The memory still filled her with an obscure sense of shame, and Sally gave herself a little shake as she replaced the last clothespin in the gingham bag she kept on the clothesline. It was foolish to get upset about a silly, childish incident that had taken place so long ago. Neither of them had known any better, that was all. Besides, she had more important things to think about.
Resolutely, Sally lifted the now heavy wicker basket onto one hip and hurried back into the kitchen. The chicken was still hard.
"I guess I'd better take my shower first and put the roast in after I'm through," she said aloud. She was anxious to have a nice dinner for Bob tonight, as he had had to work late three nights this week at his father's real estate firm. She wanted them to have a quiet evening together before their guests arrived. It seemed they hardly spent any time together any more.
She was about to start up the back stairs to the second floor when she remembered that she hadn't yet checked the afternoon mail. Moving quickly, she made her way through the large, oak-beamed living room to the front hall. Several pieces of mail were on the floor beneath the mail slot ... ads from the supermarket, the weekly edition of the Piney Hill Clarion, and...
Sally felt her lips tighten in disapproval at the sight of the final item. The current issue of Modem Man, a sleek men's magazine, to which Bob, for some incomprehensible reason, had taken a subscription. Sally had been shocked the first time she'd leafed through its pages. The cartoons were bad enough, but when she had innocently opened the foldout section in the center of the magazine, her mouth had fallen open in amazement. She couldn't believe that her shy, sandy-haired husband would stoop so low as to look at such filth.
But Bob didn't seem to understand her objections. "Honey, what are you getting so upset about? Men's magazines always run pictures of pretty girls. Sex is what makes the would go round, or haven't you heard," he laughed, leaning over the back of the couch and nuzzling the back of her neck.
"Pretty girls, indeed," Sally had retorted, pulling away from him with an angry toss of her head. "This isn't 'pretty,' it's disgusting!"
"Honey, it's the biggest-selling men's magazine in the country!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe that millions of decent men allow this kind of filth to be brought into their homes!"
"Sally, you're being ridiculous. Besides, I only buy it for the movie reviews and the sports articles anyway. See?"
"I am not being ridiculous! Bob, I want you to write a letter to the editor canceling your subscription, right now!"
"I'll do no such thing! Sally, for Christ's sake, don't you think you're being a little prudish?"
"Bob, your language!"
Despite her pleas, Bob remained adamant, and the magazine had become something they just didn't talk about.
A troubled frown wrinkled Sally's ordinarily serene forehead as she walked up the stairs, having dropped the offensive book on the hall table. Maybe she was too prudish, just as Bob said. Certainly something seemed to be wrong with their marriage. Lately they just didn't seem to have anything to say to each other, and Bob seemed to spend more and more time on evenings and weekends at the office or off by himself.
Slipping out of her clothes in the bathroom adjoining their spacious, sunny bedroom, Sally suddenly felt very tired. She had tried to be a good wife. All she had ever wanted was to spend her life with Bob here in Piney Hills, making a home for him that he could be proud of. But lately it seemed that he was terribly critical of her.
Her eye was caught by her own reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She was still a little embarrassed at the enticing firmness of her full sloping breasts, which seemed to get bigger every day. She even had to be careful when she walked to keep her hips from swaying too provocatively. Why even Bob made suggestive remarks to her sometimes, and his glance often rested over-long on the opulent roundness of her buttocks underneath her clothes.
"No, it's not all my fault," Sally thought angrily, as she stepped into thy steaming bath. "Bob's changed. He's not considerate anymore. Not like he was before we were married. He always used to be a perfect gentleman, and now..."
Reaching for the sponge and soap, she began to lather her aching body, kneading the sore muscles of her shoulders and arms. Bob seemed to have become somehow coarse, and vulgar in the past few months. It wasn't just the magazine, though that was bad enough. His caresses, so tender and strong in the early days of their marriage, had become rougher, more demanding. Sally had sometimes been shocked recently by his ... animality. It was true, she admitted to herself, that sometimes she was too tired at night to be as loving a wife as she might have been. But even on those occasions she might have responded if Bob had been more loving. He seemed to want to reduce the most beautiful, mysterious thing in their lives to a low, degrading act of lust. Why, he had even hinted, used words sometimes, in the heat of lovemaking, that no decent person would even admit they knew, much less utter.
Well, perhaps she could talk to Tina about it. They had shared so many secrets when they were children and now that Tina was married herself. Maybe she would have some advice.
The thought soothed her, and she was just beginning to relax into the luxuriant warmth of the water, when she was interrupted by the sharp ring of the telephone.
"Oh, no," she moaned, pushing herself hurriedly out of the tub and wrapping herself in a towel. The phone company still hadn't gotten around to installing their bedroom extension, and she had to race downstairs to the kitchen, dripping water all over the floor as she did so.
"Hi, honey," her husband's voice sounded harried at the other end of the phone. "I just called to tell you I'm going to be late again tonight. I have to go out to the Carter place with a prospective buyer."
"Oh, Bob, not again!" Sally could hardly conceal the annoyance in her voice. "Can't somebody else do it?"
"Sorry, honey, it's a very important deal, and Dad wants me to try and close it tonight."
"Oh, Bob, you know how I hate late dinners..."
"Sally, it can't be helped." Bob was beginning to sound irritated. "I don't work late because I like it."
"All right," she sighed. "What time will you be home?"
"Probably around eight. Try to have dinner ready right away, 'cause I'm already starved. Gotta run. See you later."
Before Sally could even say goodbye, the line was dead. "Yes sir!" she fumed, slamming the receiver back into place. Then she let out a long wail when she noticed the damage to her nice, clean floor.
"Why do I bother trying to keep a nice house for you, Mr. Payton," she spat. "You don't even care enough about it to come home on time!"
Her anger at her husband seemed to explode as she wiped up the puddles of water. She simply wasn't going to stand for this any longer. She straightened up and threw the soggy, crumpled wad of paper towels into the garbage, and stormed into the living room, hardly aware of what she was doing. The gracious colonial furnishings, the view of the quiet, tree-lined street, usually so soothing and pleasant, did not calm her. You do too work late because you like it, she thought tearfully. You'd rather be anywhere else in the world than here.
Her face streaked with angry tears, she started to go up the front stairs to finish her bath. As she passed the hall table, she accidentally knocked off the copy of Modern Man.
Her eyes narrowed as she retrieved it from the floor. "This is all you're interested in, Bob Payton. That real estate firm and disgusting, sleazy girlie magazines!! ! "
In a sudden burst of strength, she ripped the magazine in two and flung it across the room. It landed in a disordered pile on the floor next to the fireplace. Sobbing, Sally ran up the stairs to her bedroom, threw herself on the bed, and cried until, her head throbbing with a sudden headache and the strain of a day's housework, she fell into a troubled sleep.
* * *
Back in Manhattan, Ray and Tina were busily packing for their trip to Piney Hill. The shooting had ended earlier than they expected, and Tina, exhilarated by her afternoon's labors, suddenly had an idea.
"Hey, lover," she purred, slipping into her husband's arms and nibbling lightly on his earlobe. "Why don't we drop some speed and drive up to Piney Hills tonight?
"Tonight?" Ray protested. "Two days with those creeps in Piney Hills isn't enough, you wanna go tonight?"
"Baby," Tina pouted, twining the dark tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck around her pearl-tipped fingers. "They aren't creeps, they're my oldest and dearest friends, and beside, you could get out early tomorrow and take pictures. It's fantastic this time of year!"
Ray was weakening as he felt the curves of her soft, thinly clad body nestle against him from top to toe. Cupping his hands around her firm, sloping buttocks and pulling her closer, he replied, "Only if we stop at a motel before we get to Kingston!"
Tina broke into a sunny smile. "I know just the one."
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, Bob, those terms seem satisfactory to me, and if you'll have the papers drawn up and send them to my office, I think we can wrap this up right away."
"Thank you, Mr. Baxter," Bob replied, beginning to put away the papers piled on the table of the dimly-lit cocktail lounge. "I'm sure Dad will be pleased."
"Have another drink?" Mr. Baxter urged, motioning for the waitress.
"No, thank you sir. I'm already late for dinner, and well, you know how wives are about dinners." The older man had already ordered Bob more refills than he wanted, and he knew he'd have to drive carefully.
"Well, give my regards to your wife. It's a pleasure to see a couple as happily married as you two are. A credit to the community."
"And my best to Mrs. Baxter, sir," said Bob, shaking hands. "I'll send those papers out first thing Monday morning."
Inside his shiny white Oldsmobile, Bob caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror as he switched on the ignition. Brushing a lock of his unruly sandy hair off his forehead, he noted that his eyes were drawn, and that he looked as tired as he felt. Well, a hot bath and some dinner would take care of that, he thought, easing the big car out into the stream of traffic on Main Street.
He hoped Sally would be in a good mood when he got home. He didn't like confronting his wife in a snit after three long hours of smiling politely at old Mr. Baxter and listening to him laud the "good old days" in Piney Hill.
"Damn it, watch where you're going!" he muttered as he had to slam on the brakes to avoid being cut off by a car that swerved out from a side street.
He knew what he really needed when he got home ... a nice long massage, like the ones Sally used to give him after a long hard day. Hadn't gotten much of that lately. He frowned a little hunching his lean, athletic body over the steering wheel. There were a lot of things he hadn't gotten much of lately, he thought ruefully. Sally seemed to find it a terrible chore to even touch him these days.
The thought of his wife's coldness did nothing to improve Bob's state of mind. It had been weeks since they had made love. She was always too tired, it seemed, or angry at him for some petty oversight, or just plain so uninviting that it didn't seem worth the effort.
He'd known that she was a "good girl," and he'd respected her for it. It had made him proud to go out with Sally and know that nobody could say anything but complimentary things about her. Her statuesque good looks and always perfectly lady-like behavior had been among the qualities that had led him to choose her for his wife. She had a certain air or reserve that commanded respect.
But he hadn't expected that her reserve would extend to the bedroom, at least not for so long. He had assumed that with time and understanding, she would open herself to him. After all, she had responded passionately to his kisses before they were married, although she had always prevented him from going farther than she considered proper with a firm but gentle, "No, Bob." At first, he'd found it a challenge to get at what he was sure lurked beneath her demure, lady-like exterior. But after six months as she lay like a log beneath him, on those occasions when she actually let him take her, he was beginning to wonder if there was anything there at all. She rarely let him know, by word or gesture, whether she enjoyed his embraces. She just closed her eyes and let him "have his way with her." And heaven forbid he should say a word while they were making love. Once he had made the mistake of praising her charms too explicitly, and she had been upset for days. He hadn't expected that she would be transformed overnight into a wanton nymph, but Jesus, did she have to make him feel like some depraved beast every time he expressed normal male reactions?
What I'd really like to come home to, he admitted to himself, is a good, raunchy fuck. But he was sure there wasn't a chance. Under the best of circumstances, Sally would have been horrified beyond belief if he suggested having dessert before dinner, so to speak, and with guests arriving for the weekend, he was sure she'd be semi-hysterical with preparations.
The thought of the weekend distracted Bob from his musings about his wife. Now Tina, there was a hot little number. He remembered two things about her clearly; one, that she had been a ravishingly beautiful redhead, and two, that she was definitely not a good girl. Sally, of course, refused to believe the stories that circulated about her best friend, and Bob had not burdened her with the knowledge that they were true. But guys talked and Tina's name came up often in late night bull sessions.
In fact, he'd always suspected that if Sally weren't her best friend, Tina's interest in him would have been less casual. The way she teased him sometimes when the three of them were together. It had embarrassed him then, and he would blush and become tongue-tied. Once, after she had made some joke that had shocked him, Tina had playfully reached over and grabbed his hair, and giving his head a little shake that seemed almost like a caress, had said, "Are you really as good as you seem, Bob? I'd love to know."
Bob felt his cock stiffen and was suddenly achingly aware again of how long it had been since he'd been able to sink it deep into something warm and soft and female, and feel the viscous heat of his semen exploding into a body that knew how to please a stiff hard rod. He was disturbed and suddenly guilty, realizing that it was his thoughts of Tina and not of his innocent blonde wife that had inspired his sudden reaction. Christ!! ! Marriage to Sally was making him feel like a sex fiend!
He was still feeling the effects of the evening's liquor as he pulled into the driveway of their home. Stepping out of the car, it seemed that there was something unusual about the house, although he couldn't place what it was. Then he noticed that the windows were completely dark, upstairs and down, although it was already past eight. What could be wrong? Had something happened to Sally?
He fumbled getting his key into the old-fashioned lock on the front door. "Sally?" he called anxiously from the darkened entrance hall. Switching on the light, he called again, beginning to be alarmed. "Sally?"
Silence. No smells of dinner preparing in the kitchen, no sign of life anywhere. Then he heard the sounds of someone stirring in the bedroom. "Bob? Is that you? What time is it?"
"It's 8:30. What the hell's happening? Are you all right?"
Sally thought frantically trying to collect herself in the bedroom above. Her face in the mirror was swollen from her tempestuous sobbing a few hours earlier, her hair was a mess, and there was no dinner on the table. Oh how could she have done this?
"I'm all right ... yes," she called, tying her blue velour robe around her still naked body. "I . . .just fell asleep."
Making her way down the back stairs into the kitchen, Sally was stricken with remorse at the sight of her young husband, so tired and hungry. How could she have been so thoughtless?
"Oh ... oh Bob, I'm so sorry ... I fell asleep right after you called. I haven't done a thing about dinner."
So relieved was Bob to find her safe and sound that he couldn't really bring himself to be angry, although his stomach was growling hungrily. She looked so vulnerable in her robe, her eyes still clouded with sleep. In a way, it was a relief to find some sign of human imperfection in her.
"It's okay," he smiled wearily, pulling her to him and kissing her softly on the cheek. Her body felt warm and yielding beneath the pile of her robe and he held her tighter. "Mmmmmm, you smell good," he murmured into her hair, feeling his cock begin to throb inside his pants.
He could feel her body stiffen under his touch. She pulled away from him abruptly and began puttering around the kitchen.
"Why don't you go take a nice, hot shower, while I put something together quickly for dinner," she suggested.
"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," he replied tightly, looking defeatedly at her retreating back. On his way into the living room he called, "Anything in the mail today?"
Sally's heart stopped as she remembered the copy of Modern Man. Where had she put it? Before she could answer, Bob's voice from the living room told her he had found it.
"Hey! What happened to this?" he demanded, striding back into the kitchen with the torn pieces of the magazine clutched accusingly in his fist, his clear eyes clouded with anger.
Sally looked guiltily at the pile of glossy pages, and didn't know what to say. How could she explain how upset she'd been and make him understand she was sorry?
"I'll buy you a new one. Oh Bob, I didn't mean it ... I was just so upset when you called and I knocked it off the table and I guess I. . . "
"You had a little temper tantrum and ripped it up! Right? Right?" Bob was more angry than she'd ever seen him, and he shook the magazine angrily at her as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Bob..."
"You're always sorry," Bob fumed, slamming the tattered magazine down on the table and opening the liquor cabinet. "You're sorry about dinner, you're sorry about the magazine, you're sorry you're too tired to fuck! Well, I'm sorry too," he mimicked her sarcastically as he poured himself a stiff drink.
Sally's lips tightened in disapproval. He knew how she felt about that magazine, and he knew that foul language upset her, but he just didn't seem to care. And he was drinking again, even though he already reeked of alcohol.
"Bob," she reproved him, seeing him bolt down the Scotch. "Don't you think you've had enough?"
He felt as thought he was going to explode. "NO!" he shouted defiantly, glaring at her. "No, I don't think I've had enough. I haven't had enough of anything!" He deliberately poured himself another drink. The liquor went to his head immediately and he had to steady himself against the counter to fend a sudden wave of dizziness.
Through a liquor-induced haze, he watched his wife puttering nervously around the kitchen.
His blurred vision softened the outlines of her rigid tense body. Her hurried movements flicked open the front of her robe, and he caught glimpses of her firm inner thigh above the tapering curve of her lower leg. Damn, she was lucious, he thought, feeling a surge of excitement in his loins. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her senseless, to make up for all her refusals, for her uptightness, for her grim air of propriety and don't-touch-no-see-through nightgowns and her smug moral superiority.
"Comere," he muttered thickly, lurching toward her across the kitchen.
Sally was startled at the sight of her husband staggering towards her. "Bob? What are you doing? Don't you come near me! Bob!"
"I'm gonna exercise my mareral rights," Bob slurred, stalking her around the table.
How dare he! Sally thought, outraged. How dare he approach her drunkenly like this, stinking of liquor.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!! ! " she screamed, trying to escape around the table. Bob caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully, his face contorted in an angry grimace. Pinning her against the wall, he pressed himself against her, obscenely, twisting his cock against her thighs.
"Baby, it's time you realized I can touch you anytime, anywhere I want. I've got a contract!"
"You're disgusting!" Sally snarled at him, and taking advantage of a momentary loss of balance on his part, she raced up the stairs toward the bedroom, hoping she could lock the door before her husband could overtake her.
"Why you little bitch!" he roared, bounding up the stairs two at a time. "I'll teach you..." He reached the bedroom door only a second after she did, and flung it open, knocking her halfway across the room as he did so. "You're a tight-assed little bitch, you know that?"
"Don't you use that kind of language to me, Bob Payton," Sally retorted, backing away from him.
"SHADDUP!" Bob bellowed and with one angry gesture he reached out and yanked the robe down over her shoulders exposing her naked breasts to his eyes. He stared lewdly, insultingly, at the full, ripely swelling mounds. Deliberately, he reached out his hands and began to fondle and squeeze them, enjoying the look of terror and disbelief in his wife's eyes.
Sally couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. This couldn't be her husband, her own Bob, running his hands over her defenseless flesh so cruelly, so impersonally.
"Damn it, I don't think I've ever seen you standing up stark naked in a bright light. Well, we'll have to remedy that right now."
"Bob, please," Sally murmured pitifully, overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment.
But her husband was deaf to her pleas. He was tired of being put off, tired of her prim disapproval. With one swift gesture, he untied the belt of her robe, causing it to fall on the floor in a heap around her ankles. She was now completely naked and vulnerable, and the sight of her golden body, which had resisted him for so long, only inflamed him the more. She was cowering against the wall trying futilely to cover her nakedness with her hands, hoping against hope that her husband would come to his senses and stop trying to humiliate and hurt her. But Bob was not to be stopped.
She deserves this, he thought drunkenly, although despite the liquor, he felt amazingly lucid. His cock was achingly erect, and he was determined that she was not going to evade him now. He began to advance toward her again, and despite her fear and revulsion, Sally could not help noticing the thick bulge of his cock that was now visible beneath his dark woolen trousers. Her eyes were riveted to it in hypnotic fascination, and seeing her look, Bob quickly unzipped his fly. Immediately his stiff rod burst out of the confining cloth, looking angry and purple, the thick throbbing veins standing out in sharp relief.
Sally gasped. She had never allowed herself to look at it fully before, and now, swollen and turgid, it seemed frightening, an instrument of torture, too large for her fragile body ever to absorb.
"Like it?" Bob leered down at her, taking his massively swollen cock in both hands and stroking it lasciviously before her unbelieving eyes. Sally was terrified. What was he trying to do to her? Why was he subjecting her to this lewd display? She began to inch away from him along the wall, aiming for the safety of the bathroom.
"Oh, no, you don't," Bob snarled, reaching out and grabbing her wrist in an iron grip which caused her to yelp with pain. Instinctively she tried to scratch his face with her long, manicured nails, but she missed and only left an angry welt on his shoulder.
"Oh, you wanna play rough, is that it? Well, okay baby, that's fine with me." Still holding her wrist, he ripped off his belt with his other hand, and folding it in two, sent several well-aimed blows at her round, quivering buttocks, which caused her to cry out again. He flung her violently on the bed. She tried to scramble away from him to the other side, away from his anger and the brutal slaps which had turned her buttocks into a quivering mass of stinging pain. But Bob was too quick for her. Grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her painfully, he smacked her a few more times.
"Now, you just stay right there, baby, 'cause there's more where that came from." Terrified, Sally peered around at him as he stripped off his trousers and stood naked above her. She hardly dared to make a sound, so uncertain was she of what this seeming stranger would do to her next. She could not believe this was happening; it was like a lewd nightmare from which she must wake up soon. Surely it would soon be over. Perhaps if she simply submitted to his crude animal lust, she could hasten the culmination of the degrading act.
But Bob was not to be hurried. Seeing his blonde wife submissive and whimpering increased his feelings of potency and strength, and a cruel glint came into his eyes. She'd treated him like dirt, and now he was going to make her pay for all her refusals. He had tried being gentle and where had it gotten him? Obviously he got better results by being rough! Well, so much the better!
He reached down and with one hand forced his wife's legs apart, while with the other he began to massage his desire-hardened cock. Slowly and deliberately he ran his hand up her sensitive inner thigh until it reached the curly golden "vee" of her pubic hair. Sally made some movement to resist. Angered that she should still have thoughts of refusal, Bob grabbed her by the hair and pinned her head down on the bed. Then, without the slightest preliminary, he drove the middle finger of his other hand all the way up into her vagina until he could feel the hard nub of her cervix.
"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Sally screamed in pain.
Sally was horrified, but despite the pain, there was a strange excitement in the ugly degrading things her husband was forcing her to submit to. The stinging sensation in her buttocks had subsided into an almost pleasurable heat. The realization that in some subterranean part of her consciousness she was actually enjoying this depravity overwhelmed her with shame. Her own body was betraying her! No, no, she thought wildly, I mustn't. This is sinful, wrong, I must not enjoy it!
His middle finger still locked in her brutally violated cuntal passage, which was contracting in a desperate effort to expel the unwanted intruder, Bob began to trace the narrow crevice of her anal crack with his thumb. Suddenly he was struck with a daring idea, which would make his wife's humiliation complete. Quickly he withdrew his hand from the vise-like grip of her pussy, and for an instant Sally thought he had come to his senses.
But then she felt his hands on her hips turning her over, and knew that he was forcing her upwards into a kneeling position. Her head was almost crushed against the headboard and she had to support herself on her elbows, leaving her buttocks wagging lewdly and defenselessly in the air. With painful slowness, Bob spread apart the smooth vulnerable cheeks of her rounded ass, now colored bright pink where he had struck her with the belt. Sally desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his grasp, but he dug his fingers into her buttocks, his nails scraping the tender flesh, holding her in place.
Sally began to sob softly. She wanted to scream, but she knew there were no other houses close enough to hear her. And even if there were, she would sooner have died than have anyone find out about the ugly scene taking place here in her own bedroom. She was absolutely helpless, Bob's to be used as he wished. It was her duty and he was her husband...
Bob's prick gave an excited lurch as he saw for the first time ever the tight puckered lips of her anus nestled down between the full round half-moons of her buttocks. He sucked in his breath, as the tiny hole seemed to clench and contract in terror under his gaze, puckering itself tightly.
He wanted to subjugate her now, hurt her and make her suffer for all her coldness to him. Teasingly, he began to probe her nether passage experimentally with his middle finger. He could feel Sally cringing under his humiliating touch, but the knowledge only inspired him to go farther. Pressuring her buttocks even farther apart, he bent down and let his tongue snake along the softly yielding nether crevice until it found its way to the exposed mouth of her rectal hole where he allowed it to dart teasingly, cruelly around and inside.
"Ooooh God, help me," Sally groaned helplessly, as she felt her husband's hot wet tongue circling lewdly around back there, his lips sucking and biting at her ravaged buttocks.
Then he was on his knees on the bed behind her, and Sally jerked uncontrollably as she felt the hot, throbbing length of his penis against her nakedly wide-spread ass-cheeks. She could feel the wetness of droplets of pre-cum on the tip of her husband's lust-enraged cock which was now obscenely exploring her anal crack, guided by his hands. He rubbed it lewdly up and down, groaning with pleasure, and Sally began to fear what he would do next. His prick was dangerously close to her nakedly entrapped anus, and in her defenseless position, there was nothing she could do to prevent its violent entry.
Suddenly she felt her anal ring being stretched wider than she thought possible, and she realized with a shock that Bob was trying to force his blood-engorged rod up into her rectum. "Nooooo! Noooo-ooooo!" she screamed.
"If you weren't such a tight-assed little bitch, it wouldn't hurt so much," he growled mercilessly, pulling her hips backwards while at the same time he fucked deeper up into his wife with his cock.
"AAAIIIIEEEEE!" The rubbery head of his lust-driven cock had penetrated all the way beyond the tight outer ring of her virginal anus. Hot searing flashes of pain raced through her insides. Sally was sure that he would tear her apart. Never had she dreamed that men did such things to their wives, and she certainly had never expected it to happen to her! She sobbed miserably into the pillow, her face contorted in a wild grimace of pain and humiliation, but those few futile movements she was able to make toward escape only increased the searing, burning sensation in her rectum. Even more than the pain was the awareness that her own husband was forcing this inhuman, perverted act upon her, forcing her to submit like a slave or a whore to his savage animal lust.
Ruthlessly Bob continued to force his huge blood-filled penis farther up into Sally's desperately straining back passage, grinding his hips lewdly back and forth until she was impaled to the hilt on his relentlessly driving cock. He paused to savor the tightness. She was moaning and sobbing beneath him now, all thoughts of escape gone. The only thing that mattered was putting to an end the excruciating pain which pervaded her entire body.
Enjoying the spectacle of his frigid little wife being so cruelly ass-fucked like this, Bob reached around in front of her and separated her moist pink pussy lips, searching for the hard little bud of her clitoris. He began to massage it gently with his fingers, at the same time beginning a tantalizing in-and-out motion with his hips. Straining as he was for his own release, he wasn't going to let Sally go so easily. No, he was going to make her want what he was doing to her he was going to drive her crazy until she was begging him to fuck her harder.
The touch of her husband's fingers on her cuntal lips and rigidly tender clitoris sent a shock through Sally's entire body. She could not hold still under the sharp intense tickling sensation that surged upwards from the excited fold of flesh. She could feel it in her belly, in the small of her back, and in the hard, pink points of her nipples that quivered at the apex of her lewdly swaying breasts. Her body exploded in an upheaval of movement in every direction, as though her mind had short-circuited, over-loaded with conflicting nerve-messages of pain and pleasure. She flailed her head wildly and clawed at the air, emitting little shrieks, desperately squirming her body, this way and that, seeking an escape from the taunting, tantalizing sensations that assaulted her from every direction.
Every movement of her furiously gyrating pelvis ground Bob's penis farther and farther up into her cruelly ravished rectum. Bob could feel it spasmodically clutch and tighten around him. Sniggling to maintain his hold on his wife's raging, twisted body, he pumped steadily in and out, feeling his foreskin draw back almost to the breaking point with each forward thrust. He groaned low with excruciating pleasure. He twisted his hips from side to side, boring as deep as he could, spurred on by the agonized moans torn from his wife's lips with every lewd sodomizing lunge.
Sally bucked and twisted until her body was too exhausted to resist, and she could only support herself on trembling hands and knees, her blonde hair fallen forward over her head, and her breath coming in short, heaving gasps. Somehow the pain in her back passage was becoming connected to the tormenting pleasure in front, and the two combined to send her head whirling.
"OOOOOooohhhh," she moaned deeply, her eyes closed. The skyrockets were going off all through her body especially in her womb, which began to contract urgently, opening wider each time, until she felt as though she had ceased to exist except as a huge, gaping hole, whose only function was to receive the bludgeoning of a huge sex-maddened male organ.
Sally no longer had a will of her own, but was completely submerged in her body's obscene desire for pleasure. She felt like an animal and she began to lean backwards into the blows, digging her knees into the bed and spreading her legs wide.
On and on it went, until she almost lost consciousness. Her body, usually so submissive to the dictates of her mind, was entirely out of control. Despite her exhaustion, it was lurching hungrily back onto Bob's furiously fucking cock, as though she could never get enough of him.
SHE WAS CUMMING, CUMMING AS SHE NEVER HAD BEFORE!! ! !
Feeling the sudden surge of excitement in his young wife's naked body, Bob could also feel his own churning river of seed coming up to meet it.
His balls, slapping lewdly at the wet folds of Sally's hotly seeping pussy, were swollen and aching for release. The muscles at the base of his penis contracted violently, and he pumped relentlessly into his wife's cruelly battered anus, lost in the rushing, liquid sensation tearing through his balls, straining for freedom and release.
And he was there!
"Unnnggghhhh!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "AAAAHHHHH! I'm cumming! Oh, baby, I'm cumming!! "
Thin jets of whitish liquid shot through his engorged rod, and emptied into Sally's greedily sucking ass-hole. He thought it would never end, it was a river that he could float on for hours, pouring out of his own body, too long denied fulfillment.
But at last it subsided, and after a few more sharp thrusts, he pulled his slowly softening cock out of her with a pop, and slumped, exhausted, next to his wife's prostrate form.
He was beginning to fall into a pleasant haze of semi-consciousness, when the silence was broken by the ring of the doorbell downstairs. Sally sat up in panic, her eyes wide. Who could it be at this hour? It seemed unreal, but then everything that had happened today had an air of unreality. Had someone heard their crude orgiastic encounter and come to investigate?
Bob already had his trousers on, and was slipping on his shirt as he made his way out into the hall. Sally tried to follow him, but was stopped at the sight of herself in the mirror. There was still pain in her back passage, though she was puzzled to find that despite the violent ass-fucking her husband had just given her, she also felt a strange kind of relaxation, as though tensions she had never known existed had suddenly disappeared.
"Oh, no," she moaned terrified. She felt as though she wanted to die of shame.
"Just a minute," she heard Bob call, and she staggered into the bathroom to dash some cold water on her face. She was halfway down the front stairs, still tying her robe, when Bob got the door open.
"Surprise!! ! " Tina burst out, flying in the door. Then she stopped short, catching sight of Sally, red-eyed and shaking on the stairs, and Bob, half-dressed and looking astounded in the foyer.
Ray, still concealed in the shadows of the front porch, took in the scene, too. Well, baby, he thought to himself, taking in Sally's blonde hair and semi-draped body in a glance. It looks like this weekend may be more interesting than I thought!
CHAPTER THREE
Alone in the guestroom after the two couples had each retired for the night, Ray and Tina compared impressions.
"I forgot how cold nights were up here. Brrr!" Tina shivered, finding the filmy negligee she had packed less than practical.
"I'll bet your friend, Sally, has a whole closet full of warm, woolen nighties that button up to the chin. Why don't you borrow one?" Ray grinned from the relative comfort of the bed. His arms were folded behind his head, and the thick curly hair that adorned his broad chest and the deep hollows of his armpits contrasted sharply with the pearly whiteness of the sheet.
Tina giggled and jumped into bed beside him, nude, having shed the thin robe at the last possible moment.
"Well, at least they haven't lost their looks," she mused, tracing one of the veins in the side of his neck with her finger.
"Give 'em a coupla years," Ray replied knowingly. "If somebody doesn't light a firecracker under that chick, she could turn into one of those brittle old bags who go to garden shows. Be a shame, too," he added reflectively, staring at the ceiling, remembering the lush softness of Sally's body as she stood on the stairs.
Tina smiled to herself. "What did you think of Bob?" she asked innocently.
"He looks a little desperate to me. like, I don't know what we interrupted, but you could cut the bad-sex vibes with a knife."
Suddenly Tina's eyes lit up with a glint of mischief, and she propped herself up on one elbow and leaned down over her husband. "Hey. lover, maybe we got here just in time!"
Ray's dark eyes twinkled back at her from the pillow. "Baby, it's an act of brotherly love."
* * *
In their own bedroom down the hall, Bob and Sally were also absorbed in trying to sort out the events of the day, although they made no attempt to communicate their thoughts to each other. Back to back, they stared out into the darkness, troubled and unable to sleep.
Bob's mind wandered back and forth from the brutal sexual encounter with his young blonde wife to recollections of the red-haired Tina as she had appeared just a few moments before in the hall when the two couples said good night. "It's so good to see you both again," she had said, but her eyes seemed directed solely at him as she leaned against the door frame, her hair falling about her shoulders in shimmering waves. "Good night," and she had reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek, before he even knew what had happened. His cock, nestled lightly against his thigh, jerked to life momentarily just thinking about it, and gradually he fell asleep, drifting into a confusing melange of blonde and flame-haired nymphs.
Sleep did not come so easily to Sally, however. Her body almost numbed with exhaustion, she was unable to halt the rapid-fire succession of images from the day. She, too, had been amazed at Tina's ravishing beauty, fully flowered since she had last seen her. And Ray ... Sally had been uncomfortable in his presence. His dark eyes seemed to see right through her, and when he took her hand after Tina's introduction, she had been suddenly aware of her body's naked vulnerability beneath her thin robe. Coming as they had immediately after the lewd and painful fucking Bob had given her, Sally could barely bring herself to look at either of her guests directly.
Sally clenched her lips and her forehead tightened in an angry line. I'll never forgive him for humiliating me like this, she thought angrily. Never!
But why did her body feel somehow more alive than it ever had before, despite her fatigue? She couldn't remember the final moments of their encounter. It seemed as though she'd almost lost consciousness at the climax. Why did strange, vaguely erotic feelings still torment her? Round and round her mind went, repeating its unanswerable questions, until finally, she, too, fell into a restless sleep.
* * *
When Sally got down to the kitchen the next morning she found that Ray had gotten there before her, and was already sipping a cup of instant coffee.
"Hope you don't mind," he smiled. "I hate to miss the early morning, and I didn't want to disturb anyone."
"Oh, no, not at all," Sally said shyly, recovering from her initial surprise and beginning to bustle around the kitchen. She had decided that whatever problems she and Bob were having, they were no reason to spoil the weekend for her guests, and she had risen early, showered and dressed herself carefully in a new brown tweed skirt, a soft white turtleneck jersey that followed the gentle slope of her breasts, and on impulse, the pair of antique gold earrings Bob had given her the Christmas before. The new outfit lifted her spirits, and she had come downstairs ready to play the role of gracious hostess.
"You look well rested," Ray commented appreciatively, his eyes roving calmly up and down her body.
"Thank you." Sally averted her eyes from his penetrating gaze, wishing he wouldn't look at her so pointedly. "Where's Tina?" she asked brightly, trying to conceal her anxiety and suddenly wishing the turtleneck jersey didn't cling quite so provocatively.
"Right here!" Tina bounced into the room brightly, fresh from her night's rest. Her face was devoid of makeup and in her form-fitting denim hip huggers and a short, brightly colored shirt tied under her breasts and exposing a firm smooth midriff, she looked more like one of the local teenagers than a movie star. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Ray's forehead, and Sally noticed with a shock that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Did you sleep well?" Sally asked.
"Like a log," Tina replied, opening the top half of the big Dutch doors that opened onto the yard and taking a deep, long breath. "The air is so fresh up here. Say," she continued, turning back into the room, "Where's your handsome husband?"
"Oh, Bob usually sleeps late on Saturdays," Sally lied. Usually Bob was up with the birds, anxious to be out cutting the lawn or running a few laps around the high school track. How could she explain that he was hung over from his debauchery of the previous night and showed no sign of stirring when she tried to wake him?
"Yeah, I guess a guy gets kind of tired, working all week like he does," Ray commented. Sally thought he had placed unusual emphasis on "tired," but when she turned to glance at him, he was looking unselfconsciously out the window opposite the table. I've got to stop imagining things, Sally thought.
"I guess I should wake him soon," she said with a glance at the clock.
"Oh, please don't wake him on account of us," Tina objected. "You two just carry on as if we weren't here."
Sally smiled with an attempt at warmth at her old friend. "It's only that I have some shopping to do, and I have to get the keys to the car."
"I have an idea," Ray interjected helpfully. "I have to get some film, so why don't I drive you into town? Tina can get some breakfast together for Bob, and we won't have to bother him at all."
"Oh, I don't want to impose on you..." Sally began.
"No bother at all," her redheaded friend assured her. "I think it's a great idea. That way we can all get acquainted, and have a big old-time party tonight!"
"Sure! Maybe we could even show one of our films, Tina, what do you say?" Tina's eyes widened, and she nearly spilled her orange juice. How could her husband say things like that with such a straight face?
"Oh, that would be wonderful," Sally cut in. It would be easier to spend the evening watching a film than trying to make conversation, particularly with the strain between her and Bob. And besides, she was anxious to see Ray and Tina's movies.
"Then it's settled," Ray stood up and took his coffee cup to the sink. How considerate he is, Sally thought. Bob always waits for me to do everything for him, as if I were his slave! "Come on, Sally, get your coat."
"Oh!" Sally found herself confused at the masterful way in which he took over, making decisions and getting things organized. "But wouldn't you like some breakfast first?"
"No," Ray replied decisively with a glance at his watch. "Besides it's almost lunchtime. Why don't we pick up a sandwich along the way?"
"Well, all right," Sally agreed hesitantly, slipping into her belted khaki car coat. "If you're sure it's all right, Tina."
"It's fine," Tina assured her. "In fact why don't you show Ray Carter Lake on the way back? He doesn't get to do outdoor shots often. And I can take care of things here." She arched an eyebrow sardonically at her husband. "Just don't let him get fresh with you, Sally. He's a demon when roused!"
Sally blushed to the roots of her hair. "Oh Tina," she gasped breathlessly. "You haven't changed a bit!" And she nearly tripped over her own feet as Ray opened the door for her and gallantly stepped aside to let her pass.
"Keep the home fires burning, baby," he quipped, and then followed Sally down the flagstone path leading to the garage.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Bob stretched and turned over heavily, his sleep finally broken by the light streaming through the window and the sound of Ray's vehicle pulling away from the curb. Feeling the empty pillow beside him, he opened his eyes. What time was it?
He sat up abruptly, and then clutched his head. He felt as though there were jackhammers beating on the base of his skull. His stomach was queasy, his mouth tasted like an unswept stable, and the muscles in the back of his beck were hard as rock.
"Oooohhh," he moaned, easing his body gently back on the pillows and remembering the night before.
Then, slowly, as though he were afraid each movement might be his last, he made his way to the bathroom and began running the shower.
"Emergency measures today," he mumbled thickly, turning the hot water down lower until he could feel the cold like little pinpricks on his hand. Bracing himself on the towel rack, he gingerly eased himself under the icy jets of running water, allowing it to run down his face and chest.
"Brrrrr!" he shivered, rubbing his hands vigorously down his chest and over his aching shoulder.
Sally must be downstairs making breakfast, he thought. Remembering his wife brought him fully awake, as the details of the previous evening gradually penetrated his foggy consciousness. He'd treated her brutally. Didn't know what had gotten into him, damn liquor went right to his head. He'd have to apologize, make it up to her somehow.
She couldn't be in too bad a mood, though, because he could smell fresh coffee brewing and sausages frying, and gentle sounds of a flamenco guitar wafted up the steps from the stereo in the living room. Was it possible that she'd forgiven him already? Remorse began to flood Bob's thoughts as he thought of his pretty blonde wife, whom he had treated so shabbily the night before. Why he'd practically raped her! He had raped her, no practically about it! Yet, much to his dismay, his penis jerked erect at the thought of her pitiful screams and futile attempts to ward him off. And now she was lovingly preparing his breakfast as though nothing had happened! Maybe she was right. Maybe he was too harsh and insensitive. If last night was any indication...
"Hi!" Tina whispered softly a few minutes later, when he finally made his way down to the kitchen. "Sally and Ray went off to do the shopping. How do you like your eggs?"
"Oh!" Bob was more than a little surprised at finding his wife's red-haired friend presiding over the frying pans. "Uh, sunny side up. But I don't think I could eat anything yet."
"Try this. You'll feel a lot better." Tina handed him an ice cold glass of tomato juice. "Old family remedy. Never fails. Go on, take it," she urged, for Bob seemed mesmerized at the clear outline of her nipples beneath her thin cotton blouse as she held out the glass. She was a far cry from the siren she'd seemed to be last night, but even in dungarees and an old shirt, he thought, she was still a knockout. He eased his tall, rangy frame into a chair and gulped down the refreshing drink. She was right. It did seem to clear his head.
How nice of her to think of it. It was soothing, too, the way she let him sit quietly without pressuring him to talk. Sally was always chattering and bustling around in the morning. But Tina seemed to be synchronized with the rippling melodies of the guitar music as she smoothly prepared the eggs and put them in front of him on a heated plate. Her hips in the tight-fitting jeans swayed subtly as she moved, and her feet, clad in a pair of delicate thong sandals, didn't clatter the way Sally's backless bedroom slippers did. Bob found his eyes continuing upwards from the sandals to the curve of her thighs and buttocks beneath her tight jeans.
What the hell is wrong with me? he thought suddenly. All she's doing is being nice to me, cooking me breakfast, and I'm already mentally undressing her. Sally must be right. I'm an animal.
"Oh, you're in worse shape than I thought," Tina murmured, seeing his look of consternation and self-accusation. "Here, let me massage your neck a little."
"Oh, no, it's really all right..."
"Ssshhh. You just nibble on your breakfast, and let me see what I can do."
Standing behind his chair, she began to knead the back of his neck gently. "You and Sally have a fight?" she asked sympathetically.
"Uh, not exactly," Bob replied, distracted from his breakfast by the tingling sensations emanating down his back from the cool touch of her hands. "It was my fault, really..."
"Oh, I don't know," Tina reflected. "I mean, it takes two to have a fight, doesn't it? Here, lean back."
Bracing herself against his chair, she tilted his head back lightly so that it rested on the soft swelling of her abdomen, and began to stroke his temples. He could smell her perfume, a subtly sexy blend that seemed to have a hint of cinnamon, or musk.
"Say, why don't you come in the living room and lie down on the couch and let me really do a job on you. You're all tied up in knots."
"Well, I guess I could use it..."
"Sure you could. I do it for Ray all the time. It'll make you feel great." Pulling him to his feet, she led him by the hand into the living room. Once inside the graciously furnished room she decided it would be easier to massage him on the floor than on the high-backed, old-fashioned sofa, and she began spreading pillows on the thick rug in front of the fireplace.
"Okay. Now let's take your shirt off so I can really get at those tired muscles." Bob was too surprised to resist as she tugged at his slipover jersey top, and in a moment she had pulled it out of his trousers and was raising it over his head. She liked the way his nipples stood out darkly against his pale chest, smooth except for a few hairs in the center, and two tufts of sandy brown under his arms.
"Loosen your belt, too," she instructed. "The best massage starts below the waist."
Bob felt strange, practically shedding his clothes on command like this, but Tina was so business-like that he felt foolish resisting. He slipped off the belt, undid the top button of his chinos, and eased himself down onto the softness of the pillows.
Once he was settled, Tina sat down beside him, and began running her hands over his back. He had a nice body, she decided. Maybe a little thin, but well-developed and maintained. She gave him a quick rubdown from top to toe, surprising him by kneading his arms and legs as vigorously as his back, until he felt like putty in her silken hands. As soon as she felt him begin to relax, she shifted her position so that she was straddling his upper thighs, and began to tug gently at his trousers. "Lift up," she whispered soothingly. "Now don't be embarrassed," she cooed, feeling him stiffen at her suggestion.
"This is all just tender loving care." A few quick jerks had the trousers lowered about six inches. "Most backaches start down here," Tina's voice continued, as her hands began to work their way down unstoppably.
Her hands, so soft yet strong, on the upper part of his buttocks, were beginning to cause a rather pleasant, burning sensation somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and Bob was glad he was lying on his stomach so she couldn't see the outline of his stiffening penis.
"UUUUnnnnhhhh!" he groaned, as she suddenly began digging into the muscles along the sides of his buttocks. He'd never even known he had those muscles.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Tina seemed to know just how hard to do it so it didn't hurt, and Bob slowly began to relax again, until he was only pleasantly aware of her own full, heavy globes pressing against his thighs, and her hands squeezing and kneading all the pain and fatigue out of his lower back. Even his restless cock subsided, and he felt as if he was floating away, serene and carefree, full of sleepy well-being.
Why didn't Sally ever do this for him anymore? Well, she didn't seem to care how he felt this morning at all. He felt foolish remembering his earlier remorse. Sally was always so busy cleaning house and buying antiques, that she seemed to have forgotten how to really keep a man happy. Maybe she never even knew. Well, he was entitled to a little tender loving care, just as Tina said.
Tina watched Bob closely from her perch on his back, her eyes no less sensitive than her hands to his every nuance of tension and relaxation. That's it, Baby, just relax, she thought to herself. 'Cause as soon as you do, I'm gonna take you flying! She slipped her hands even farther inside his pants, and began rubbing them smoothly up and down his thighs, over his slim hips, at the same time pressing her own pelvis down harder against his legs, until the friction of their trouser materials rubbing against each other sent a pleasant hot feeling up into her pussy. Bending forward, she pressed her full weight against his back and put her mouth so close to his ear that Bob could feel her cool breath deep inside his aural cavity. "Turn over," she whispered, blowing little circles of air into his ear.
She slipped over onto her side, so that when he turned over slowly and luxuriously onto his back, she was stretched out at his side on the rug, propped up on her elbow.
"Tina, that was great," he sighed, starting to adjust his trousers, which had slipped down revealing the firm planes of his stomach and a thicker mass of dark hair beginning along his pelvis. He was surprised to feel Tina stop his hands.
"It's not over yet," she enunciated softly, her voice like velvet. Getting lightly to her feet she moved leisurely to the stereo and replaced the long-finished guitar music with a sultry, throbbing blues. Bob watched her, puzzled, as she then made her way to the huge bay window and pulled the cord to close the curtains. The full folds of white shantung rustled to meet each other in the center of the window.
I must be hallucinating! Bob thought wildly, his eyes widening as she made her way back to the rug. Her hips were swaying seductively as she moved towards him, and he couldn't take his eyes off the indentation that had formed in her low-cut pants right at the meeting of her thighs. Tina saw his glance, and as if to punctuate it, allowed her hands to rub sensuously up and down the front of her pants, over the gentle curve of her stomach and tight, full curves of her upper legs.
Bob felt his heart beginning to pound, and he didn't trust himself to say a word as she slowly walked towards him. Her stomach, damp from the exertion of the vigorous backrub she had given him, was the color of cream, and from his angle of vision, her pelvis and breasts seemed to thrust forward and look exaggeratedly large. Try though he might to look away, Bob found his eyes riveted to her soft shapely body.
Tina slipped down into a kneeling position, and sitting back on her shapely haunches, began tiptoeing lightly down his chest and abdomen with her fingers.
"Ah! Ah! That tickles," Bob shrieked, suddenly breaking into peals of laughter. Tina laughed, too, and increased the dancing motion of her fingers. "STOP!" Bob laughed, twisting about on the pillows, and instinctively reaching out to grab her wrists. The touch of his hands on her slender wrists brought him up short. He was breathing hard, and it was not entirely from laughter. For a long moment their eyes held each other, and then Tina, without giving him any warning, leaned over him and pressed her full lips against his in a long sensuous kiss. Bob felt the muscles tighten in his loins and deep in his stomach as the moist tip of her tongue insinuated itself under his upper lip and explored the sensitive oral membrane, then flicked back and forth over the tops of his teeth.
"Oh, Bob," she sighed, "you taste so good."
Bob was paralyzed at her boldness. Here was his wife's oldest friend, seemingly intent on boldly seducing him the first time Sally was out of the house. No, no, that couldn't be. He must be misinterpreting her signals. This voluptuous sultry young creature couldn't know what she was doing, wasn't aware of the sharp, churning, almost painful sensation she was creating in his balls, which were tightening and throbbing hotly inside his trousers.
"Tina," he said shakily, clearing his throat, "Don't you think we should, uh, er, I should get dressed?"
Tina looked at him wide-eyed, like a child, as she sat back on her heels again. "No," she mouthed silently, pushing her lips into a seductive pout. She began untying the blouse, and her full breasts emerged between the folds of the brightly colored bodice. Taking his hands, she led them, unresisting, to the ripe naked mounds of flesh, pressing them to her, and forcing him to squeeze them lightly, her hands still cupped over his. She arched her neck back at his touch.
"You feel good, too," she whispered silkily, closing her eyes and pushing his hands upward to her swan-like neck and sloping shoulders, then lower, down the resilient flesh of her ribs and across her smooth, downy abdomen.
Bob had never felt anything so soft, so yielding. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her willingly submissive flesh, bury himself in the soft folds of her languorous, golden body. But suddenly his wife's face flashed before his mind. This is wrong, a nagging voice deep within him carped. You're a married man. You mustn't have these obscene thoughts and desires!
But why not? Another voice surged to the forefront of his consciousness, blotting out the first. Sally doesn't care about you. You're just a rude nuisance to her, someone who dirties the floor and makes disgusting demands on her. She let this happen, by going off and leaving you. She's out with Ray right now, with Tina's husband!
Bob moaned as Tina bent over his prostrate body and began to lewdly run her tongue over his chest, circling his hard brown nipples, flicking lazily over his stomach, down into the tangle of dark hair barely visible above his loosened chinos.
"What's the matter, Bob? Don't you like what I'm doing? Tell me what you want."
Bob felt as though his head would explode. He knew what he wanted, wanted with all his being. He wanted to feel her soft, pliant breasts pressed against his chest, the supple half-moons of her buttocks crushed and yielding in his hands. He wanted to feel his desire-rigid penis shoved far up into her hotly writhing little cunt. That's what he wanted.
"Show me what you want," Tina whispered, sliding her mane of wavy auburn hair over his chest and reaching inside his unzipped chinos to find his stiff, pulsating cock. A shock went through Bob's entire six-foot-four-inches as the redhead curled her fingers gently around his long hard shaft. Caressingly, she moved her hand up and down over its hot rubbery surface, savoring the hard little cords of swollen veins on the underside, and the soft, velvety skin at the bulbous tip.
"Oh, let me see it," she begged. "Let me see your beautiful hard cock!"
Bob couldn't believe his ears! He'd never heard such lascivious phrases from the lips of a woman before, certainly not from his wife. Now the pleas of this soft sensual near-stranger for his masculinity set Iris senses reeling. He was filled with a deep, new yearning, something dark and lustful was beginning to force its way upwards from the subterranean reaches of his unconscious.
He raised his hips slightly and let the brazen redhead slip the encumbering trousers down over his hips. No sooner was his desire-swollen penis free of its restraints than it sprang upright, quivering in the air, swaying blindly to and fro.
"Oh lover," Tina cried, "just let me suck your cock! I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth like you've never cum before!" And she flung herself greedily on his unresisting penis, devouring it, taking it all the way into her wetly sucking mouth.
"Oooooohh, baby, suck me good!! ! " Bob burst out, losing himself in the musky perfume that seemed to ooze from her every pore. His hands roved lewdly in her silken flaming hair and over the creamy softness of her naked shoulders.
Tina ran her tongue up the length of his swollen shaft, to the huge blood-engorged tip. She took the bulbous cock-head between her lips, at the same time cupping one hand around the sperm-filled sacs of his testicles, and circling the other all the way around his desire-stiffened cock. She began to suck lewdly on the purplish head of his penis as though it were a straw and she were trying to pump the last drop of liquid upward from the bottom.
Just as Bob thought he would have to cum, could not contain himself any longer, she released the hotly burgeoning head from the buttery depths of her mouth and lowered her lapping tongue to his squirming scrotal sac. She licked and slavered noisily over the lewdly writhing testicles, engendering further tumultuous sensations in his already lust-maddened loins. Her hand was pumping furiously at his shuddering, boiling cock.
Slowing her rhythm a little, the shameless redhead waited until Bob's passion had subsided a little. Then she plunged downward again, taking the full rigid length of his throbbing penis all the way up into her mouth, until she could feel it battering against the back of her throat.
"Aaaggghhh!" he moaned, as with each thrust of her head he felt his foreskin move excruciatingly back and forth between her lips. He looked down at her, and the sight of this beautiful friend of his wife laboring so lewdly down there between his legs increased his excitement a thousand fold. He felt like a sultan, attended by a beautiful slave. He felt cruel and powerful. Twining his fingers in her flaming red hair, he spread his legs wide and arched his body upwards, forcing her mouth all the way down over his sex-crazed penis to the darkly curling hairs at its base, until he heard her gag from the pressure.
Bob was filled with a coarse, egotistical desire to drench her lewdly sucking mouth in his hot male semen, saturate her, drown her, with the raging sperm which in an instant he would spew deep into her voraciously contracting throat.
"Suck it!" he hissed viciously. "Suck it!"
Suddenly a wrenching groan tore itself from deep in his chest. He felt the headlong rush of rolling liquid coming up from its origins in the darkness of his balls, foaming along the tube of his desperately jerking cock and erupting in a warm, frothy cascade into Tina's wildly sucking mouth. Her lips tightened around his palpitating shaft, and great lewd gulping sounds floated up to him as she struggled to swallow every last drop of the hotly squirting liquid. She loved the taste of viscous male fluid, and she would not let him go until she was sure she had drained him dry.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, his painfully swollen cock ceased its turbulent fucking, and gradually slipped from her mouth. Bob lay as if in a trance, not wanting to wake and confront the reality of what had happened. His wife's best friend had so obscenely sucked him off on the floor in the middle of their graciously furnished living room, and he didn't even feel any remorse!! His body felt languorous and relaxed, totally drained of tension and anxiety.
He became aware of Tina's movements as she sat up and brushed her tangled hair away from her face.
"You're really incredible, you know that?" he whispered, unable to adjust to her wild, exotic body, still naked and inviting, so close to him.
"Every good houseguest brings a gift," she purred throatily, stretching out on the cushions beside him.
He knew he shouldn't allow his hands to begin wandering over her body again, knew he should be awash with guilt over his wife and what her reaction to this lewd infidelity might be. But Sally seemed like a pale ghost compared to the seductive bundle of bold, erotic femininity now nestling against his shoulder. Tina made him feel like a sophisticated man of the world, unlike his wife, whose prudishness constantly cast him in the role of a vile animal.
"And how do you think a good host should show his appreciation?" he asked, enjoying the smooth, casual ring of his words.
Tina gazed up at him from under her thick, copper-colored lashes. "I'm sure you'll think of something," she breathed, and twined her serpentine arms around his neck.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Tell me about your films, Ray," Sally asked from her corner of his shiny new compact station wagon. The trim, almost conservative vehicle had surprised her. Somehow she had expected something more flamboyant. But he needed a larger car, he had explained, to carry around his bulky camera equipment, although at the moment there was nothing in the roomy rear compartment but a large mattress, "to cushion the bumps."
"What would you like to know?" he replied, appraising her speculatively in the mirror. Her innocent blue eyes were like a kid's, and even her body, its ripe female curves notwithstanding, had an air of naive expectancy.
"Well..." Sally chose her words carefully, anxious not to appear unintelligent, "what are they about?"
"Oh, I try to tell simple stories, about real people with real problems."
"Oh, I think that's very important!" Sally nodded her head vigorously. "So many films today are so unreal. Why it's almost impossible to find decent family pictures anymore."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call our films family entertainment," Ray admitted. "They're closer to foreign films. Artistic, and sometimes a little too frank for the average audience. They're for aware, sophisticated people, like yourself, for instance, and Bob, of course."
"Oh." Out of the corner of her eye, Tina noticed the way his dark hair curled slightly over the high collar of his short leather jacket. She had never met a man like him before. Everything about him seemed so ... compelling. He was utterly sure of himself, relaxed against the back of his seat as he guided the car deftly through the midday Saturday traffic. She found him fascinating and mysterious, and, for some reason she couldn't quite explain to herself, a little frightening.
The only foreign movies she'd ever seen, had bored her. The backgrounds were so drab, and all the people seemed poor and unhappy. She liked romantic films, with bright colors and glamorous, beautifully dressed people. Historical films were her favorites, and musicals. But maybe she should reconsider her opinion.
"Would you light one of these for me?" Sally's musings were interrupted by Ray's hand, holding a pack of cigarettes out to her. "The lighter's there by the windshield wipers."
Sally fumbled for the lighter, hoping he couldn't see the way her hands were shaking. What was wrong with her today? It seemed that every little thing was making her nervous. She moved over to hand him the cigarette, trying to avoid sliding over the seat covers.
"Here's your cigarette." The swaying of the car made it impossible to pass it to him, and finally Ray took hold of her wrist to steady her. His hands were warm on her skin, and as he retrieved the cigarette from between her fingers, his lips brushed her palm softly. The sudden, but perfectly natural, intimacy of his touch sent unexpected tremors through her arm.
Christ this dame is ripe! Ray expostulated to himself, feeling her tremble and noticing the flowery scent of the cologne she had dabbed on her wrist. Her skin was very fair and the delicate blue of her veins was set off nicely by its alabaster whiteness. He released her arm, and glanced at the shapely curve of her leg as she slid back to her side of the car. He found himself wondering what the rest of her body was like.
He'd had a lot of beautiful women, but he was never able to resist the challenge of a new conquest. He'd long ago concluded that no two women were the same, and he'd decided to sample as wide a variety as possible, to slip his cock into every available cunt that excited him. Each chick responded to different things, and it had become a game to him to figure out what he had to say and do to break through their hang-ups. The more virtuous they claimed to be, the more elaborate the courtship dance, as he called it.
Of course, he hadn't run into many flowers of purity recently; some of the most beautiful girls in New York had dropped their pants for him at the first hint of a modeling job or a movie contract. It was almost a little boring. Now this one, he reflected, was very uptight, but they were the kind who usually went off like a pistol once you found out what made them tick. All you had to do was keep cool and wait for the clues.
"Here's the shopping center."
Ray deliberately took the turn sharply. Sally suddenly found herself thrown against him, and she had to grab hold of his arm for support. For an instant, Ray could feel the softness of her thigh crushed against his. Even through the fabric of her skirt and his own tight, buff-colored knit trousers, he was excited by its firm pressure.
"Do they happen to have a nice restaurant here?" he asked, coming around to open her door after the car was parked.
Sally thought for a moment. Ordinarily she would have suggested Country Kitchen, a cheery little cafeteria where she usually stopped on her visits to the store. But today that seemed a little too quaint. She was sure Ray would be more at home in more elegant surroundings.
"Well, there's Hickory House. Bob goes there to lunch with clients sometimes, so I'm sure it's open."
"What? You mean he's never taken you there?" Ray looked amazed.
"Why no," Sally admitted, flustered. "We don't go out much..." We should go out more, she reflected angrily, forgetting that it was usually she who preferred to stay at home in the evenings.
"Well, I can understand how he feels," Ray said, helping her out of the low-slung car. "If I were married to you, I'd be tempted to keep you under lock and key myself."
Sally didn't know how to respond, either to the unexpected compliment, or to his almost overpowering male presence so close to her. She felt as if she should defend her husband, but somehow all her excuses seemed lame confronted as she was by his penetrating dark eyes.
"Thank you," she stammered.
Alone in the supermarket while Ray went off to buy his film, Sally tried to collect her thoughts. She was still angry at her husband. The soreness in her buttocks was a vivid reminder of the lewd ass-fucking he had forced on her the night before. He had treated her horribly, making her kneel like an animal while he'd satisfied his gross bestial lust.
That was what came of reading those vile girlie magazines, she thought. Bob had lost all respect for her, and had tried to reduce her, too, to the level of a slut. Sally shuddered, remembering her uncontrollable writhing of the previous evening, as he had plunged mercilessly up into her tortured rectum. He had made her react like that, and she hated him for it. Any woman could be roused into doing such shameful deeds. That was why it was so important, in every civilized society, for women to control themselves. If would serve Bob right, she thought, if she did allow herself to totally surrender her values, and become the uncontrolled hedonist he seemed to want!
I mustn't think such thoughts, she reproved herself sharply. Bob and I will work this out somehow. But did she really want to work it out? Or was it too late? The fabric of her life and dreams seemed to have been torn in pieces during the past few months, culminating in her husband's violent attack the previous night. She didn't know if she could ever forgive him, and the thought made her want to cry.
* * *
An hour later, after a tasty lunch in one of the comfortably upholstered booths of Hickory House and two glasses of rich red wine, Sally was again ensconced in the front seat of the car, which her friend's husband guided deftly onto the back road to Carter Lake. The leaves were beginning to turn, and their lush color against the radiantly blue autumn sky made her feel lazy and content. Ray watched her lean back against the seat, her eyes closed, inhaling deeply.
The sun caught the delicate strands of her golden hair as they rode, and the tense lines of her face had relaxed from the hearty burgundy. Her coat was unbuttoned, and the outline of her full breasts was visible under the tight jersey.
"You know, with your looks, I'm surprised you never considered modeling as a career. You'd be stunning."
"Oh," Sally stammered, opening her eyes. "I'd be too terrified. All anyone has to do is point a camera at me and I freeze. But thank you for the compliment."
"No compliment at all. And I'll bet you photograph very well. All you have to do is learn a few mental tricks to relax yourself. Ask Tina. She didn't know anything at all about it when I first met her."
"Oh, but Tina was always braver than me. She used to tease me all the time about being such a scared rabbit."
"Tina has many talents," Ray smiled, "but taste and judgment have never been her strong points. Tell you what: Why don't we find a place to stop, and I'll take some pictures of you, and give you my honest opinion."
"You'd be wasting your film," Sally laughed, although she felt flattered at his offer.
"Not at all. You'd be doing me a favor. I want to test out this camera, and I need a figure in the foreground for contrast. Please."
"Well, if you put it that way. But I'm afraid you're going to be awfully disappointed."
"I'll bet I'm not."
At Sally's instructions, Ray pulled off the road into a secluded nook, where the lake was almost surrounded with tall pines, and a little brook gurgled downward into the larger body of water.
"It's a shame we didn't think to bring some coffee," Sally said, stepping out of the car into the cool, crisp air.
"Will brandy do?" Ray asked, taking an amber-colored bottle out of a paper bag. "I thought we might get chilly, so I picked this up while you were doing your shopping."
"Oh, Benedictine!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up in happy surprise. "It's my favorite!"
"Anything to keep my model happy! Why don't you pour some while I check the light. There're some glasses in the box by the mattress."
The thick, sweet liquor warmed Sally up immediately. She even felt a little flirtatious, perched on the open back of the station wagon, watching Ray take readings on the light meter. Why didn't Bob ever think of little things like this?
I'm not going to think of Bob now, she decided, taking another swallow and savoring the prickling sensations in her mouth and throat. I'm just going to enjoy myself. Ray's right, he does keep me under lock and key.
"Now that's perfect," Ray called, and she looked up just in time to see him snapping her picture. "Just stay that relaxed and you'll be fine."
He really was a wonderful photographer, she decided as he moved her around from one spot to another, capturing her against the natural background of the lake and trees. His little jokes made her laugh in spite of herself, relaxed her, and soon she found herself doing exactly what he wanted without thinking twice about it. She felt exhilarated, and a little lightheaded from the brandy.
On his side of the camera, Ray was very satisfied with the way things were going. He maneuvered his wife's friend subtly, starting with pretty conventional magazine shots, until she was more and more at ease, and even began to flirt with the camera, tilting her head coyly to one side, and arching her body provocatively to accentuate her voluptuous shape. Damn, he'd love to get her to do some nude shots! He'd always liked those big-boned blondes, and under those school-marmish clothes, this one was really built!
"Stretch out on this rock and look up at the sky. I just want to get a few close-ups...,that's it, put your arms under your head..." Sally followed his instructions, feeling excited at lying down in front of him, while he photographed her from every angle. There was something oddly thrilling about it, even intimate.
"Now look at me..., that's it." He was squatting right next to her, and Sally found her heart beating faster as she looked up into the lens. She could see little red marks on his cheek, where he'd nicked himself shaving, and his thick, sensual lips looked moist and exciting.
Ray caught her look, and slowly lowered the camera, holding her with his dark, thick lashed eyes. Sally felt herself tremble under his glance that seemed to smolder above her against the clear, cloudless sky. He had a kind of controlled animal magnetism that agitated her against her will, and try as she might to look away, her eyes were riveted to his.
Ray caught the sudden flicker of desire in her wide blue eyes and decided that the time was right. Reaching down, he ran his finger along the hollow of her cheek.
"I hope Bob realizes he's a very lucky man," he murmured thickly, with just the right catch in his voice.
"I...,I think we'd better get back," Sally whispered, pulling herself to a sitting position. She felt a little shaky, as though her head wasn't quite as securely attached to her body as it usually was. Ray's hands were on her wwist, and she braced herself against his shoulders as he lifted her off the rock. She seemed to float to the ground, and feeling a little giddy, she had to lean back against the rock to steady herself. Ray leaned his two hands against the rock on either side of her, preventing her from going back to the car. She felt surrounded, overwhelmed by his nearness, but hazy too, as though this were happening in a dream.
"Sally," he whispered softly. "Sally, I'm going to kiss you."
She knew she should resist, try to push him away and insist they get back to the car, but her throat felt dry and the words just wouldn't come. She tried to speak, but suddenly his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her, slowly, with no feeling of haste. Gradually he increased the pressure of his lips forcing her mouth open and letting his tongue run hotly over her soft, moist underlip. In spite of herself, her hands fluttered upward to his shoulders and she felt herself beginning to kiss him back.
It must be the brandy, and the wine we drank at lunch, she thought, trying to pull away, but feeling unable to tear herself out of Ray's smothering embrace. It seemed as though she could go on kissing him forever, she had no defenses against the wild turmoil of erotic feelings that were overcoming her. Suddenly her arms were around his neck and she was pressing her soft supple body against his, opening her lips greedily to the explorations of his lewdly probing tongue. Seizing his opportunity, Ray held her close with one hand, and eased the other between their tightly locked bodies, upwards to the soft, uptilted roundness of her breast. He felt her tremble convulsively as his palm closed over her yielding flesh.
Everything began happening so quickly that Sally could hardly catch her breath. Abruptly she felt herself being literally swept off her feet and into Ray's strong arms, and the next thing she knew he was depositing her softly on the mattress in the back of the car. The whole world seemed to be going around, and she couldn't focus on anything long enough to collect herself.
"Ray ... no ... don't," she murmured, feeling his weight against her chest and struggling feebly to free herself. But it seemed as though his body was everywhere, pulling her magnetically into a whirling vortex of passion she had never known before. She couldn't catch her breath, smothered as she was by his kisses, which were starting a hot searing flame somewhere in the pit of her stomach.
She felt his hands tugging at her turtleneck jersey, pulling it out from the tight waistband of her skirt. Then his hands were behind her; lifting her up so that he could find the catch on her brassiere.
"Oh, baby, you're even more beautiful than I expected," he breathed, as the small resisting hook gave way and he pushed her jersey and bra out of the way up under her arms. His thickly throbbing penis gave an excited lurch at the sight of her smooth, cream-white breasts, tipped with their rose-colored nipples. He sunk his head onto the softly swelling mounds, moaning a little, burying himself between their warm fullness and pressing them to his cheeks. He encircled one of the pink aureoles with his lips, sucking softly, encouraging them to harden and stand up in hard little points.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, feeling sharp tingling sensations up and down her spine. She had to stop this, before it was too late! The liquor had made her unable to control herself. Desperately she tried to pull herself together. This is wrong, her mind screamed. I'm a married woman! Ray is my best friend's husband! But her legs were trembling, and her blood was coursing hotly through her veins.
Still sucking and biting on her nipples which had contracted into tiny little points in the center of her heaving breasts, Ray slipped dexterously out of his own jacket. Man, this chick is outasight! A real mother lode of pure female heat!
He was stretched out beside her in the back of the station wagon, his tight-knit, muscular body three-quarters on top of her. One leg was flung across her knees, and he used it to pull her closer to him so that his hugely swelling cock pressed insistently into her softly trembling thigh. Ray could feel his balls contract and throb with life and it was all he could do to keep from tearing off her clothes and fucking right into her. Take it slow, man, he cautioned himself, forcing his attention away from his thickly burgeoning cock and back to Sally. Take it slow if you want it to pay off!
He began to inch his hand up her skirt, until it found the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. Reaching around in back of her, he grabbed the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and began to knead them gently. It felt like soft, malleable clay beneath her thin nylon panties.
"Oh, you feel sooo good," he murmured, bending her head back over his arm and kissing her throat and the delicate skin of her inner arm.
In an instant, he had somehow gotten the sweater over her head, and pulled her on top of him while his hands searched for the zipper of her skirt, unzipped it and removed the confining cloth.
Suddenly an image of her husband flashed wildly across Sally's mind and she began struggling in earnest, immediately aware that she was sprawled lewdly on top of a perfect stranger in the back of his station wagon, clad only in her panties, stockings and garter belt. How could she have allowed this to happen? She twisted furiously, trying to break the hold of his arms behind her back.
"Ray," she gasped. "What are you doing? Stop! This is wrong! What if someone should come?"
"Shhh, baby, relax," her friend's husband whispered, holding her fast. "Let yourself feel good." Sally felt the clasp of her garter belt give way, and she wanted to die of shame. Still holding her tightly, Ray rolled over on his side and began inching her stockings down over her long smooth legs, all the time whispering soothing, sensual endearments. Slipping deftly out of his shirt, he turned her over on her side and molded his body along the curve of hers. His lust-swollen cock was palpitating hard against the unprotected crack between her buttocks, and feeling its length against the newly tender place, Sally flinched and cringed in terror against the side of the car, beginning to weep. Surely he wasn't going to do that to her; she couldn't stand it again.
"Let yourself go, Sally, I'm not going to hurt you."
His gentle words made Sally weep all the harder, and she felt all her strength ebb away. This must all be a bad dream, she thought. It has to be over soon!
Feeling her struggles subside, Ray turned her over on her back. He wormed his hand under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down over the flat satiny expanse of her trembling belly, the golden "vee" of her softly curling pubic hair and her long tapering legs. Quickly he took off his own pants, and spread apart her feebly resisting legs, lowering his body so that his head was between her thighs about level with her hair-lined pussy.
He separated the soft outer lips with his hands and sucked in his breath at the sight of her trembling pink pussy, so narrow and tight, and the hard little nub of her clitoris, almost hidden in the tangle of her dampening pubic hairs.
Oh did he want to fuck her, ram himself far up into her naked cunt and ride! But he knew he had to control himself, bring her with him every step of the way or it wouldn't be any good. That was the kick the power, the control, playing her body like a delicate musical instrument, until he knew how to drive her wild with the tiniest gesture and she was begging him for more.
"Aaaaaahhhhh..." Sally groaned as she felt Ray's tongue lick teasingly up the full throbbing length of her tender pink vagina. Her whole body quivered from the jarring shock of his hot wet tongue on her nakedly exposed pussy flesh for the first time. He ran his hands up the length of her soft smooth body and began to fondle her breasts, pressing the nipples between his fingertips, all the while still sucking at her moist pink slit, and worrying the little bud of her clitoris, taking it lightly between his lips, then boring into it with his tongue, until Sally began to moan softly beside him. Then he unzipped his fly and eased his trousers off so he could massage his lust-crazed penis, which sprang immediately and rigidly erect when it was released from the confines of his tight pants.
He moved his hand rapidly up and down its turgid length and ground his pelvis into the softness of the mattress. He had to fuck her, now! He couldn't wait any longer! He had to throw his aching cock deep up into her tight little cunt, feel it sink into her as far as it would go!
His skillful pussy-licking was driving Sally wild. Her body had taken her over, and she dug her fingers into Ray's hair and lewdly shoved her pelvis forward toward his maddening tongue. She knew it was wrong, evil. She was a married woman and Ray her best friend's husband, but some part of her was crying out that she didn't care! It was a warm, all-pervading sensation, unbearably sensual! She wanted it to stop, but it seemed that the only way she could make it stop and satisfy the hungry passion of her inflamed body was to do it more, to drive her hotly sea thing pussy up into the full force of Ray's tormenting tongue! She wanted to devour him, feel him everywhere, give herself entirely to the electrifying sensations that were coursing through her body!
Suddenly Ray was on his knees up between her legs, and she felt the bulbous, rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock pressing against her vulnerably exposed vaginal entrance. She moaned convulsively and flexed her knees back. She had to have it deep up inside her! Nothing else would slake the thirst of her furiously contracting pussy!
But Ray didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he ran the lust-bloated head of his penis tormentingly up and down across the sensitive entrance to her pussy, teasing her until she was flailing about wildly and digging her nails into his shoulders.
"Do you want it, baby?" His voice was like a caress. "Tell me you want it."
"Yes..." she managed to gasp.
"Yes, what?" Still holding his cock in place up against her wildly pulsating pussy, he began kissing her neck and running his tongue along the hollow of her shoulders.
"Oh, how can you be so cruel," she moaned, as shivers ran up and down her spine. "You know what."
"But I want you to tell me," he murmured into her hair, pressing his penis maddeningly up against her cunt, almost but not quite penetrating her. "Say it!"
Sally couldn't stand it any longer. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she burst out, "OH RAY, PLEASE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!" Her hands fluttered convulsively between her legs and she was grasping hungrily at his cock, pressing her pelvis against him, trying to force it inside her.
"Well all right!" he answered, suddenly pushing forward and sliding easily up into her moistly sucking young cunt. Sally wrapped her legs hungrily up around his back, squirming and twisting against him as he began to pump slowly and evenly back and forth, building his strokes to a peak and then slowing them, each thrust taking him deeper up into her until he could feel his thickly pounding cock battering against the soft cushiony mound of her cervix, deep up inside her vaginal cavity. Once there, he arched his body like a bow, supporting himself on his hands and Sally's entwined legs, and plunged in and out hard several times until Sally thought she would faint from the exquisite sensation of pleasure-pain it gave her. He twisted his huge, lust-engorged penis deep inside her, all the time keeping his tempo controlled, taking her higher and higher, but never quite letting her go over the brink.
Then he paused, and pushed her legs back as far as they would go, hooking his elbows under her knees, so that her entire throbbing cunt was nakedly exposed to her merciless fucking.
Sally was clawing at his back, unaware of anything except his thick intrusive cock. "Ooooohhhhh, it hurts," she groaned.
Ignoring her complaints, he plunged in again, even harder.
"Fuck back, of you sweet piece of ass, fuck, fuck back, fuck back, give it to me..." Ray's voice was like a hypnotic chant above her, and Sally found her body adapting to the rhythm of his words, and the obscene slapping sound of his sperm-bloated testicles against her buttocks. Much to her surprise, she found that the more she relaxed and surrendered herself to the furious fucking of his desire-hardened cock, the more her sensations of pain turned to pleasure. Curiously, though she was pinned down on the car mattress in an obscenely naked position, with her legs wrapped practically around the neck of this strange man, she felt a strange, growing sense of freedom.
Ray altered his rhythm again. Almost withdrawing his throbbing, palpitating organ from her widely distended slit, he began to tease her, giving little short lewd thrusts, then suddenly fucking deeper up into her openly trembling pussy, manipulating his hips so that no portion of her nakedly ravaged channel was entouched by his huge, blood-engorged shaft.
Each hard forward lunge seemed to penetrate the helpless young housewife to the marrow, sending her shooting upwards, almost floating free, but at the last possible moment he pulled her back again until she felt like a kite that this man could release or bring back to earth at will. Her every nerve ending was begging for release until she thought she couldn't stand it any more. She didn't understand why she felt this way, only knew that somehow she felt better than she ever had in her life, as though by taking her so forcefully, almost against her will, her friend's husband had relieved her of all moral responsibility for the action. And his penis seemed so huge and hot up in her vagina, which was stretched wider to receive it than she had ever thought possible.
"Oh! Oh! OOOOOHHHHH!" she gasped, as he nearly lifted her off the mattress with a sudden forceful lunge. Her body began to move in rhythm, adjusting to each stroke, propelling itself against him, answering each driving blow with a force of its own.
"Ride, baby, ride," Ray shouted as she began to respond forcefully to his lewdly fucking cock. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, so nice, oh baby, you've got such a beautiful cunt!"
Sally couldn't believe her ears. No one, even Bob, had ever dared to say such things to her. She would have been shocked, offended, even repelled. But somehow this dark handsome stranger made it seem all right. His words even excited her, and much to her amazement, she heard herself shouting back!
"Oh Ray, fuck me, ram me with your big stiff cock! Oh, I want it everywhere! Oh Ray, fuck me hard! FUCK ME GOOD!! "
She felt like a whore, like someone who only existed to give pleasure, no longer a lady, but a writhing, twisting, tortured object, to be used and degraded and bent to his will. She wanted it! Wanted him to do everything to her, things she had never allowed herself to think about, anything to satiate the wild, hungry desire that was setting her on fire and driving her crazy.
Feeling the sudden surge of her wanton lust, Ray increased his strokes until he felt like he was flying. And she was right there with him. He knew it! Knew it by the way she was flailing her silky blonde hair unrestrainedly about on the mattress, by her half-opened mouth, her nails which clutched and clawed at his shoulders and back, and mostly by her greedy little pussy that was grasping his enflamed rod in an iron grip, opening and closing around it, milking him. It was almost like a contest, a battle, and they were both titans locked in a loving-hateful embrace, each determined to conquer.
He could feel his seed churning deep in his balls, aching for release, and he knew from the voraciously sucking mouth of her pussy that her orgasm was not far away.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna make you cum so good," he groaned, as he began fucking her faster and faster.
"Oh, do it now! Do it now," she pleaded, her breath coming in short gasps.
All at once he couldn't restrain himself any longer. Her gyrating pelvis locked around him, and he could feel her opening up, could feel her body convulsed by spasms. Deep inside her hotly sucking pussy, her womb was contracting and dilating convulsively, and her whole body seemed to explode suddenly and she was off, as though the chord that connected her to the earth had been severed and she was floating free, into an incredibly bright white stillness that lifted her away.
"I'm ... I'm cu ... cu ... CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!! " she screamed, her voice rising from a near whisper to a shout and echoing in the closed compartment of Ray's station wagon.
Her words and the furious contractions of her wildly climaxing pussy around his furiously driving cock were like an explosion in Ray's brain. His body began to move of its own will, lunging and fucking up into her.
"I'm right with you, baby, oh, go, go, GO!! ! " He wasn't even sure he was coherent, nor did he care, as he felt a sudden rush of hot viscous fluid surging upward from his lust-tightened balls and then jerk spasmodically out of his tortured dagger into the upturned sucking sheath of her cunt.
"AAGGHHHHHH!! " He flung his head back and drove himself into her as far as he could go, feeling his white-hot sperm spill out against her cervix, spurting into her womb and crashing wildly off her insanely contracting pussy walls. For a long instant he felt as if he, too, were suspended somewhere out of this world, forgetful of time and place. Then, together, they were wafted back to earth and, his slowly deflating cock still buried deep in her steaming, sperm-flooded vagina, he collapsed forward over her body, panting heavily.
Sally lay still, her eyes closed, her fingers twined lightly in his dark hair. Something inside her seemed to have snapped and she felt like a totally different person. She knew that what they had just done was wrong, terribly wrong, they had committed adultery, and she had even violated her relationship with her oldest and dearest friend. She knew she should be ashamed, throw this man off with angry recriminations, but her body was pervaded by a deep sense of peace, as though for the first time everything had fallen into place.
CHAPTER FIVE
On the deserted athletic field of Lincoln High, Bob Payton was attempting to put his thoughts in order. He had come out to run a little; straining his body against the wind and forcing his legs onwards despite fatigue had helped him work out tensions and problems ever since his days at St. Anselm's where he had been a member of the track team for all four years. Today, however, his body was already exhausted, even pleasantly relaxed, and his mind was full of so many conflicting thoughts and impressions that he couldn't concentrate on his speed. Finally he gave it up and contented himself with walking around outside the fence, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and thinking about the sudden changes in his life.
One thing he was sure of: he'd had better sex in the past two days than he'd had collectively in his entire life up to that point. His wife's friend Tina was a strange woman. She had opened up a whole new world to him, made him feel potent and desirable, all man. Her lips hot around his surging cock, milking him dry, and later, when he had finally sunk deep into her in a wild fucking he hadn't known he was capable of ... His cock and balls now felt sated and relaxed, and he knew that he had to have her again.
He wasn't sure exactly how to deal with his own wife after this, but one thing was certain ... he wasn't going to be put off by Sally's namby-pamby refusals any more. He frowned a little, realizing that if she ever found out about his escapade with Tina that afternoon on their living room rug, he wouldn't have to deal with her refusals at all. She'd probably want an immediate divorce.
He turned up the collar of his jacket to shut out the sudden chill of the autumn afternoon. He didn't want to lose her. Despite all their arguments and their unsatisfactory sex life, he still loved Sally and wanted her near him. But somehow their lives had to change, had to encompass the new eroticism he had discovered with Tina.
God! If only Sally had her kind of freedom! He'd never known a woman could be like Tina so free, so hot, so anxious to please and be pleased. She was amoral, that's what she was. She didn't seem to know right from wrong, or if she did, she didn't care. Just as he was leaving the house, that brazen redhead had run down the stairs stark naked for one last kiss, slipping into his arms and wriggling against him as if they hadn't already fucked themselves senseless...
Bob reached the tennis court, and stopped to watch a game in progress between two nubile young teenage girls. He found himself observing them intensely as they chased the ball around the court, their slim legs and rounded little bottoms darting this way and that under the flaring pleated skirts of their tennis costumes. There were so many luscious female bodies in the world ... would he ever again be satisfied with just his wife? Abruptly, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed back to the car.
* * *
Tina Sarlin sat naked before the mirror of the vanity table in the guestroom, having just emerged from the shower. Lazily she dusted herself with scented powder, using a large, furry pink puff, enjoying the patterns it made on her tawny glistening skin.
Her visit to Piney Hills was turning out even better than she'd expected, she decided, remembering her torrid encounter with Bob earlier that afternoon. They'd finally managed to get out of the living room, but not before he'd made it very clear to her just how good a host he could be; and judging from the time, she was willing to bet that his wife and her husband were doing more than just taking pictures at Carter Lake. It was already after hour, and there was still no sign of them.
On her way across the room to get her makeup, the redhead's attention was caught by her own reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were full and firmly shaped, and. the dark nipples were completely relaxed, spreading in wide circles at the tips of the sloping cream-colored mounds. She turned herself this way and that, alert for any blemish or flaw in her nearly perfect body, but none stood out to spoil her mood. Despite her promiscuous lifestyle, her smooth skin and dewy radiance could have belonged to a sixteen-year-old virgin.
Even her pussy didn't reflect the strain she'd subjected it to in the past few years, she mused, placing one foot on the vanity stool and spreading the glistening pink folds of her pussy lips to peruse her most prized asset. Although her hymen was long gone, her cuntal passage was still narrow and tight, and the ripples of skin that rimmed her sensitive clitoris were soft and smooth. She playfully teased the tiny bud-like organ with the tip of her middle finger, watching it stir sleepily below the curly tangle of her coppery pubic hair. For an instant she contemplated finger-fucking herself, spreading her legs wide then and there and bringing herself to climax, but she decided she didn't have the time. She wanted to look particularly alluring tonight. The Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm approach had done its work that morning, but now it was time for the big guns, something that would really knock Bob's eyes out.
At the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, Tina padded tightly over the luxurious carpeting to the window. Concealing herself behind the frilly curtains, she craned her neck to see who it was. Well, well! Her husband and their hostess for the weekend were back at last! She saw her husband step out of the car, and then she heard the sound of the garage door opening. She couldn't see Ray's face, but his step sounded light and relaxed.
"Bingo!" Tina mouthed silently, turning back to the table to finish dressing.
* * *
Once inside the garage, Ray switched off the ignition and observed Sally, who was turned slightly away from him, looking out the window. All the way home she had been silent and immobile as a statue, locked in her own thoughts. He leaned over and took her by the shoulders, slipping his arm around her and turning her to face him.
"Hey, beautiful, you aren't about to cry, are you?" he asked, noticing moisture in her eyes.
"Oh, I feel so ashamed!" she burst out, burying her face in her hands. "How can we ever face Bob and Tina?"
"What's to face?" Ray smiled cheerfully. "And besides," he continued, arching his thick eyebrows insinuatingly and tilting her chin upwards, "they were alone together all afternoon, too, weren't they?"
"Oh, how can you say such a thing?" Sally asked, astonished.
"Well, I assume Bob's a normal, red-blooded American male, and as for Tina, well, it wouldn't be the first time."
Sally's eyes grew wide with astonishment. "You mean ... you mean you know Tina has ... has..." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"...fucked other men?" Ray inquired bluntly, saving her the effort. "Sure. Honey, come out of the dark ages. People do it all the time and the world doesn't come to an end.
Tina's a healthy, beautiful woman. I don't interfere with her life and she doesn't interfere with mine."
"But ... but why don't you just divorce each other?" Sally asked through her tears.
"Why should we? Our careers are dependent on each other, and besides, I really dig the chick!" He grinned at her. "It's known as an arrangement, sweetheart. After all, you're only young once, so why not enjoy it?"
"How can I enjoy it?" Sally moaned. "I've just ruined my whole life."
"You enjoyed this afternoon, didn't you?" Ray looked at her penetratingly. "Didn't you?" he asked again, pulling her closer to him, and searching for the warm, yielding flesh of her inner thigh beneath her skirt.
"Ooohhh," Sally exhaled, feeling herself begin to tremble at just the touch of his hand, and hating herself for her own weakness. He had the right to touch her so intimately, she realized with a sinking feeling. She had given him the right by surrendering to him so easily that afternoon in the back of his car. Suddenly his lips were on hers again and he was pressing her to him, forcing her mouth open while his fingers found the still moistened crotch band of her panties and began to move teasingly back and forth. The involuntary responses of her body gave him his answer.
"I'd like to fuck you again right now," he breathed huskily into her tousled blonde hair. "You're beautiful when you're hot."
"You ... you have no conscience," was all Sally could manage to say, as she tried desperately to control herself.
"None at all," Ray grinned, leaning over to open her door. "Now my advice," he counseled, " is to act as if nothing has happened. And keep your eyes open tonight. You might discover some things that surprise you."
* * *
"Let's clear off these dishes and see your film," Sally suggested. "Bob, why don't you help Ray set up the projector?"
She had been grateful to Ray and Tina for their steady stream of chatter over dinner, and now she was looking forward to the film as a further shield from too direct a confrontation with her husband. So far, the evening had been going well.
"Good idea," Bob agreed. He, too, found it difficult to meet his wife's eyes directly, and so had devoted himself to Ray and Tina.
Not that it was difficult to concentrate on Tina. She was dressed in a crushed velvet midi-length dress of emerald green that was fitted firmly over her roundly swelling breasts and then flared in softly, emphasizing her tiny waist. The neckline plunged to a low "vee" in front, and she had dabbed a little blusher discreetly along the swelling curve of her breasts, subtly emphasizing her cleavage. Her bright copper hair hung loose, and tiny jade and pearl earrings quivered flirtatiously as she talked, drawing attention to her almond-shaped eyes. Bob found it hard to realize that the dazzling creature next to him at the dinner table was the same denim-clad siren who had seduced him that afternoon.
Even Sally found herself observing her old friend with new interest. There was something dark and exciting about the strange marital "arrangement" Ray had described. If what he said was true, Tina could actually sleep with anyone she pleased, a bizarre kind of freedom Sally had never even imagined. And she was certainly beautiful. Sally felt washed out and pale next to her, although in the black satin lounging pajamas she was wearing for the first time this evening, she, too, was strikingly attractive. It wasn't just Tina's clothes, though, that set her apart, Sally realized as she cleared away the plates. It was a kind of animation she radiated, a frankly seductive femininity that Sally had never allowed herself to indulge in.
"Hey, lover, you'd better explain what this film is about," Tina exclaimed, bouncing into the living room. "I wouldn't want Sally and Bob to get the wrong idea." She curled up on the sofa next to Bob, pulling Sally down on the other side of her.
"Well, as I was telling Sally earlier," Ray began, adjusting the projector, "our films are a little too explicit for the average audience, and of course if you could see the whole thing in context, it would make a difference. Unfortunately I haven't got much with me. But I'm sure you two are sophisticated enough to take all that into consideration."
Sally tried to concentrate on what he was saying, and prevent her eyes from wandering, as they had disturbingly often that evening, to the thick bulge of his cock and balls along the thigh of his tight, hip-slung pants.
"Now, in this scene, Tina plays a simple peasant girl, and I play her lover who has just returned from the war."
Ray turned out the lights, switched on the projector, and took the only remaining seat on the couch, next to Sally. She closed her eyes for an instant, glad for the darkness which hid the sudden flush in her cheeks caused by his sheer physical closeness, and the musky small of his after-shave lotion.
When she opened them an instant later, it was to see Tina, clad in a hand-made peasant blouse and full skirt whose simple lines accentuated the ripe young curves of her body, puttering around what looked like the kitchen of a very poor hut. She looked different than she ordinarily did, as though the camera had somehow refined her features, emphasizing her high cheekbones and full, sensual lips.
Suddenly the door of the cottage was flung open to reveal Ray, in a loose flowing shirt torn at one shoulder and a pair of tightly fitting leather pants. A pouch was slung over his shoulder and on his feet were a pair of high boots, the only remnant of his military uniform. He was darkly exciting, even more so than in reality, and Sally felt a stab of desire go through her at the sight of his image on the screen. She was suddenly aware of his arm draped lightly behind her over the back of the couch, and his hand, which had subtly snaked down to stroke her shoulder on the far side of him. She stole a glance at her husband to see if he was watching, but her view of him was blocked by Tina.
On the screen, Ray and Tina fell into a tumultuous embrace, kissing eagerly, running their hands over each other's bodies in the throes of their reunion. Ray was ripping at her blouse, trying to get his hands around her breasts, slipping the blouse off her shoulders. The camera panned in as the blouse fell away, until the whole screen was filled with Tina's huge breasts and then with the back of Ray's head, as he seized first one and then the other between his lips, sucking and biting her tiny pink nipples in a frenzy of passion. He tore at his trousers as he pushed her down on the bed, his head still buried between her full firm breasts.
Bob couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure his wife was going to jump up in horror any minute and demand that the film be turned off. As for himself, his cock had given an excited leap at the first camera shot of Tina's semi-naked body, and he was achingly aware of the real woman next to him on the couch. She was leaning against him a little, and her full, quivering breast felt round and warm on his arm, through her velvet dress. Her hand was lightly stroking his thigh. It was weird, to watch her on the screen and at the same time feel her beside him. It was like a fantasy, as though the centerfold of the month had suddenly come to life right in his living room. He opened his legs slightly, pressing his thigh against hers, and watched the screen more intently.
Now Ray was nude, except for his high leather boots and the long shirt which covered his body as far as the top of his dark bush of pubic hair. His penis, erect and throbbing, stood straight out from his loins. Every vein and muscle was clearly visible as well as the dark hairs that circled it at the base and continued over the tender skin of his softly dangling balls which were pushed forward by the arch of his body. Crossing his arms in front of him, he began to raise the shirt over his head, exposing the firm hard plane of his stomach and the thick forest of dark curling hair on his muscular chest. Tina, kneeling on the bed, pulled him over to her and began caressing his cock with her hands. He stood above her, looking like a satyr, as her fingers ran up and down the whole mammoth length of hotly pulsing manhood. She bent down, her lush breasts falling lewdly forward and lightly grazed the huge bulbous cock-head with her lips.
Bob could feel his excitedly pulsating cock straining against the thin material of his pants, and looking down, he noticed in amazement that Tina, using the full folds of her skirt as camouflage, had inched her hand over his thigh and was gently massaging his aching penis just as she had done to Ray onscreen. Bob's head was swimming and his breath was beginning to increase in tempo. Christ if she doesn't stop that I'm going to cum right here! he thought wildly. Reaching down, he stopped her hand, but couldn't bring himself to push it away. Instead he pressed it against the thick bulge in his trousers, holding it there tightly, hardly daring to move. He could feel his balls tightening, and there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to fling her down on the floor, throw back her skirts and fuck her right then and there, but he had to content himself with the touch of her hand on his hugely swelling cock. Even that was enough to sear him with white-hot lust.
On the other end of the couch, Sally couldn't tear her eyes away from the obscene events unfolding on the screen. There was her friend Tina, nearly naked, bending shamelessly over his husband's massive, rock-hard penis and actually sucking it! The knowledge that just a few hours before that same huge cock had plunged into her own desperately straining vagina and filled her with a kind of guilty pleasure. She felt as though she were peeping through someone's window, catching them unaware at one of their most intimate moments. Though she knew that it was degrading, it filled her with erotic excitement. Unconsciously she pressed herself closer to Ray on the couch as she avidly watched his image on the screen.
Ray could feel Sally's excitement as her taut body strained unconsciously toward the screen. He himself was less interested in the picture than in the reactions of the audience. His own wife was probably enjoying it Tina never could get enough of her own body, and sometimes spent whole evenings watching their films. All he could see of Sally's husband, who was slumped down on the couch almost out of sight, was the beads of sweat on his forehead, and from the way Tina's skirt was concealing her hands, he was willing to bet she was sharing her enthusiasm with him. As for Sally her tight pink pussy was probably getting hotter by the minute. Her head was bent forward, and her shoulder-length blonde hair concealed her face, but he could see her hands clenched together in her lap, the knuckles white with tension. Making sure they were out of sight of Bob at the other end of the couch, Ray suddenly cupped his hand around the firm roundness of Sally's breast. He felt her tremble, and slouching further down on the couch, he began to blow tantalizing currents of air into her ear and down her pale, taut neck.
Onscreen, Ray had flung himself on Tina's half-clad body and she wound her legs around him eagerly, pressing her firm pointed breasts hard against his chest, and grinding her pelvis into his. Instead of penetrating her, however, Ray disengaged himself, turned his wife over and pulled her up into a kneeling position. Stepping aside for the camera, he raised her full skirt over her full round thighs bit by bit, exposing the gleaming whiteness of her buttocks. Sally drew in her breath sharply at the sight. Tina's ass was like two half moons, with a dark mysterious line between them, widening slightly at the bottom where her burnished pubic hair started.
Ray pulled her all the way back to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. He positioned himself behind her, tilting her bottom upward. She was kneeling on all fours with her ass tilted so unnaturally that she looked like a bitch in heat. Her erotic undulating movements increased the impression, for she was swaying her full hips seductively and pressing backwards towards Ray's angry purplish cock, all the while tossing her head and lewdly running her tongue over her parched lips.
Sally had never seen a woman do such obscene things before. In fact, except for herself and Tina, she had never seen another woman totally naked, much less in such revealing circumstances. She was disturbed to discover that she found it exciting, that she was as interested in every detail of Tina's obscenely exposed femininity as she was in Ray.
The events on the screen began to move rapidly. Bob watched as Ray's middle finger disappeared into Tina's nakedly uptilted cunt and she leaned back into it, her face contorted in a grimace of pain and pleasure. His own cock was raging desperately to be free as Tina pressed her hand tightly against it, then moved down between his legs to cup around the heavy mound of his balls, squeezing them and kneading them through the cloth of his pants until he was in a frenzy of lust and desire. He could barely focus on the brightly lit images flashing rapidly on the wall in front of them. Suddenly he felt the zipper on his trousers being opened and Tina's fingers were searching inside for his hard stiff penis. He dug his fingers into the arm of the couch, using all his strength to stifle the agonized, ecstatic moan that pressed at his lips.
Ray and Tina were actively fucking now, and the camera was switching rapidly from the sight of his lust-stiffened cock disappearing into her lewdly glistening pink cunt to close-ups of their passion-contorted faces. Though there was no soundtrack to the film, it was obvious from their facial contortions that they were moaning and sighing. Leaning over his wife's body, Ray reached forward under her and began massaging her nakedly swaying breasts. Their movements became faster and faster.
Sally could feel a warm moistness begin to seep down between her thighs as the erotic film continued. She couldn't take her eyes off Tina's lewdly squirming and wriggling body. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but was terrified of the possibility. That was perverted, sick! What was happening to her? It seemed as though all her proper upbringing was being swept away in a torrent of naked, yearning desire. At the same time she was conscious of actually sitting between the two people whose lewd activities on the screen so totally held her attention. Ray's touches were sending spasms of desire coursing through her, and ... was she imagining it, or was Tina's hand applying a subtle pressure to her thigh? No, no it couldn't be! Oh God, why was she thinking such thoughts?
Suddenly a sensation like an electric shock hurtled through her body as Ray reached inside the loose fly of her lounging pajamas and insinuated his hand beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties. She was powerless to stop him, for his touch send a torrent of moisture flooding hotly down out of her vagina. She was horrified at the possibility that her husband on the other end of the couch, might become aware of what was happening, and to prevent that, she had to flex her knee, forming a curtain between her and Tina and at the same time giving Tina's husband full access to her shuddering young pussy. His thick, sensual lips pressed close to her ear, whispering softly so no one could hear.
"Cum, baby, I'm going to make you cum right now. I'm going to finger-fuck you right here on the couch until you explode. Oh your pussy is so tight, so wet. Cum you sweet piece of ass, cum, cum, cum!"
His whispered obscenities, combined with the steady pressure of his fingers on the trembling pink bud of her clitoris made Sally feel as though she was on fire. Suddenly she was aware of a hand fondling her buttocks from the other side! There was no mistaking it! Tina was touching her! Suddenly, her own feelings, combined with the lascivious fucking taking place on the screen, overwhelmed Sally with a dark, never-before-experienced eroticism. She didn't know what she was doing, almost didn't care anymore, as her hands moved automatically downwards and grasped the rock-hardness of Ray's massive, bulging penis. She wanted to push it, shove it far up inside her aching young vagina. She knew from this afternoon that it was so hot, so smooth, so beautiful! She found herself wriggling down harder against his furiously probing middle finger, wanting him to penetrate her, take her, right there in the living room in front of all of them!
Feeling Sally's climax about to explode, Tina redoubled her efforts on Bob, whose long pole was sliding faster and faster through her lewdly manipulating fingers. Barely missing a stroke, she moistened her hand in the droplets of pre-cum seeping from the tiny slit in his hotly throbbing cock-head and smeared it all over his straining penis, all the while watching her own image on the screen receive the furious blows of Ray's inspired fucking. This was better than she'd hoped. At this rate the four of them would wind up sucking and fucking all night long!
Suddenly she felt the first drops of Bob's hot moist cum spewing out of his wildly jerking cock and into her hand. Bending over, she plunged her mouth down on it, to receive every bittersweet viscous drop. At the same time, she pulled Sally's leg over, spreading her softly quivering pussy wide open completely to Ray's finger-fucking.
"Aggggghhhh!" Bob groaned, as Tina's lips began to milk and suck his insanely ejaculating penis. He was going out of his mind! This couldn't be happening in the middle of his own living room! The four of them! The sudden pressure of her mouth increased the sensations in his cock and balls a thousand times, and for an instant he thought he was going to skyrocket several feet off the couch.
"AAAAAHIIEEEEE!" He couldn't believe the sound that reached his ears, a high-pitched wail that seemed to be coming from his wife! In the throes of his own orgasm, he saw that she too was arching her body upwards, her legs splayed obscenely and her pelvis grinding uncontrollably, pushing up toward where Ray's fingers disappeared beneath the black waistband of Sally's lounging pajamas. Rather than interrupt his climax, the vulgar sight increased his lust, and he groaned again, pushing Tina's head down farther onto his desire-inflamed cock, and forcing her to swallow every last drop of his cum.
Ray caught Bob's look and turned Sally's body slightly so that her husband would have a better view, intensifying his rhythm, and making her writhe uncontrollably under his lewd finger-fucking.
"I'm ... I'm ... cu ... cu ... CUUMMMINGGG!" she shrieked, lifting her buttocks off the couch, her body lurching furiously. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw her husband, HIS PANTS HALF-OPENED, TINA'S MOUTH AROUND HIS COCK AND HIS EYES FIXED ON THE OBSCENE DISPLAY OF HER OWN LEWDLY EXPOSED CUNTAL SLIT GRASPING CONVULSIVELY AT RAY'S FINGERS!! At the same time the film ran out, leaving only a brightly lit screen, whose glare illuminated the chaotic scene on the couch.
"OH NO!" Sally cried, taking in the reality of what was happening. This was terrible! Depraved! Disgusting! With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed Ray's hands away from her desire-drenched pussy and leapt to her feet, adjusting the waistband of her slacks as she did so.
"NOOOO! NOOOOO!" she cried again, as Tina raised her head from its position around Bob's subsiding penis. Bursting into tears, she ran blindly out of the room and up the stairs, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob started to his feet to go after his wife, but Tina stopped him.
"No, let her go," she said. "I'll go up and talk to her. You stay here with my husband and relax. I think she'd feel less embarrassed with me."
"You're probably right," Bob assented, still shaking from the intensity of his very recent orgasm and more than willing to avoid a confrontation with Sally at this particular moment. He was still stunned himself from what he had seen, though unlike his wife, he was not outraged. Quite the contrary, in fact. He didn't even feel angry at Ray; after all, Bob had enjoyed his wife, and despite Sally's tempestuous exit, he had the feeling that his own wife wasn't exactly bored either. So he allowed himself to sink back onto the couch as Tina went upstairs.
* * *
"Sally? Can I come in?" Tina paused for a moment outside the closed bedroom door before pushing it open and slipping inside. Sally was sprawled face down on the huge double bed, her face buried in the pillow, sobbing brokenly. Tina walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and began stroking her back soothingly.
"It's okay, honey," she whispered sympathetically. "Go ahead, cry. You've been through a lot today. When you're all through I'll dry your eyes and we'll talk, just like we used to, okay?"
"What's there to talk about?" Sally sobbed, although Tina's words and the soft touch of her hand on her back soothed her in spite of her unhappiness. "I don't know how I can ever face any of you again."
"Now is that any way to talk to someone you swore would be your friend forever?" Tina asked teasingly. "Come on," she insisted, "it's time we talked some girl talk. So dry your eyes and tell Tina why you're so upset."
"Why I'm so upset?" Sally couldn't believe her ears. "You saw what happened down there!" The shock of her friend's nonchalant question distracted her from her tears and she turned over and sat up.
"Honey, what happened downstairs was perfectly natural and understandable. Maybe a little too sudden for you to handle all at once, but....
"Natural and understandable? It was disgusting, terrible! Oh, how could I ever have let it happen?" She buried her head in her hands again, in another outburst of weeping. Tina waited until she had cried herself out. Obviously this was going to take drastic measures.
"Where're my cigarettes?" Sally asked, finally, groping blindly over the bed.
"Here, have one of mine," Tina offered, holding out a box that Sally had never seen before.
"What kind are these?"
"They're Mexican. I get them in the city. Just light up and inhale deeply. You'll feel better."
* * *
Downstairs in the living room, Ray and Bob were also lighting up.
"I've never smoked pot before," Bob admitted, as he accepted the tightly rolled joint of marijuana Ray handed to him.
"Just inhale deeply and take the smoke all the way in. I think you'll dig it."
"Are ... are you and Tina 'swingers?'" Bob asked hesitantly, after he had taken a long drag on the cigarette and passed it back to Ray.
Ray smiled at his use of the unfamiliar term. "What exactly do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, do you get into scenes like this often? Wife-swapping and that sort of thing?"
"You might say that," Ray assented, handing the sweet-smelling cigarette back to him. "Except we don't call it swinging or swapping."
"What do you call it?" Bob was having difficulty talking and holding his breath at the same time.
"Oh, freedom is the closest, I guess. Doing whatever you want, when you want, and with whoever you want. like tonight."
"That film was really something," Bob reflected, closing his eyes. His comment didn't seem to call for a reply, so Ray leaned back in his chair and watched him. He could almost see him relaxing as the thick smoke of the pungent drug filled his lungs.
Bob was becoming a little light-headed, almost weightless. "Really something," he repeated, for no particular reason, except that he was vividly remembering images from the film Tina's huge, cream-white breasts filling the screen, and her tight pink cunt lewdly clutched around his hard-driving cock no, wait, that wasn't in the film, that was real, it had happened this afternoon. He opened his eyes. The living room looked different somehow, brighter. And Ray the outlines of his body were becoming liquid and his features were changing. Somehow it all seemed perfectly natural, though, even pleasant.
"Did you say something?" he asked suddenly.
Ray smiled knowingly. It was only a matter of time. "No, man. Not a thing."
* * *
"Sally, come over to the mirror. I want to show you something."
Tina had watched her friend smoke the entire marijuana joint while she had smoked one herself. Sally definitely seemed more relaxed now, and she offered no resistance as Tina led her across the room to the large full-length mirror. She felt strange, but not at all uncomfortable, as though she'd had a little too much to drink; not enough to make her drunk, just tipsy and pleasantly high. But how can that be? she asked herself. She hadn't had anything but a little wine at dinner. The soft scent of Tina's perfume reached her nostrils. It was like a flower garden, and she smiled to herself. "You smell good," she murmured, inhaling deeply.
"So do you," Tina said, standing next to her with an arm around her shoulders and burying her nose in Sally's soft blonde hair. "Good enough to eat."
Tina's words struck Sally as extraordinarily funny, and she broke into peals of laughter, until she had to lean on her friend for support. She couldn't imagine why she suddenly felt so good, so light. Everything seemed wonderful! Tina was laughing too, and it seemed to Sally that they were children again, huddling together in her bedroom, trying to be quiet so her parents wouldn't hear them. "Ssssshhhh," she hissed loudly. "There's school tomorrow." And the very idea sent her off into hysterical giggles again.
"You watch in the mirror, Sally. I'm going to show you something." Standing behind her, Tina reached both arms around her friend's waist, untied the sash of the black lounging pajamas and slipped the satiny garment off her soft white shoulders.
"See how pretty you are, Sally?" Tina murmured, running her tapering fingers over her smooth, sloping shoulders and down the sides of her arms; her downy blonde hair was soft under her hands. Sally felt delicious little tremors everywhere Tina's hands touched her, and the cool night air felt lovely on her nakedly exposed skin.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head roll lazily on her shoulders. "That feels good."
"I'm going to make you feel very good, Sally," Tina whispered, brushing aside her friend's soft blonde hair and running her tongue down the side of her neck, first on one side and then the other. "Maybe better than you've ever felt before."
Sally laughed a little and stretched as she felt Tina unhook her brassiere and slip it down over her arms. She raised her arms high over her head and luxuriated in the wonderful feeling of freedom now that her breasts were out of the restraint of the tight-fitting garment. Opening her eyes, she was fascinated by her own reflection in the mirror. Curious, she reached up and touched the soft fullness of the underside of her breasts. She had almost never allowed herself to touch herself or look at her own body in the mirror.
"It's sinful to admire your own body," she said in a puzzled, child-like voice, as though she were repeating something she had heard but never quite understood.
"Not when the body is as beautiful as yours is," Tina countered, placing her own hands over Sally's and beginning to knead and manipulate the firm swelling mounds. "See? They're the color of cream, and they're so soft and nice to touch, aren't they?" Sally felt a sudden stab of arousal go through her at the sight of her hands massaging her own breasts.
She turned her body this way and that, unconsciously assuming poses, arching her back to emphasize the fullness of her full round breasts, raising her arms over her head, in imitation of photographs she had seen, or of Tina in the movie. Tina watched her for a few moments, then slipped her thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of Sally's black satin lounging pajamas. Slowly she eased them down over Sally's gently swaying hips and thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles, leaving her clad only in her thin white bikini panties.
Tina could feel her own breathing begin to come faster at the sight of her friend's nearly naked body. She'd never made love with a woman except in the sex shows she'd appeared in, and that was different than this somehow. This was more intimate and exciting, more real than a staged performance. She unzipped her own dress and pulled it lightly over her shoulders and off. She was wearing only a thin chemise under it, a clinging, lacey garment that clung to her breasts and buttocks, so short that the bottom of her black bikini panties was just visible under the hem at the back. The outline of her already hardened nipples was clearly visible under the smooth thin material.
She took another joint from the box on the bed and lit it. She wanted to take her time about this, make it last as long as possible. "Here," she said, gliding smoothly across the room to where Sally was still mesmerized before the mirror. "Have a little more."
Sally's eyes were glazed and dreamy as she turned to her friend. She felt as though she were floating, and Tina also seemed to be outside of gravity, an apparition from another world standing there in the cream-colored chemise, her auburn hair cascading down in long waves over her tawny shoulders. She accepted the joint with one hand, and with the other, almost unconsciously, she reached out and touched Tina's long silky hair. Her heart began to beat faster, remembering Tina as she had been in the film that evening, so lewdly exposed, her legs spread wide before her husband's onslaught of passion. There was something strangely exciting about it, although Sally knew that it was terribly wrong. But her sense of right and wrong seemed less potent than before, as though the violent sexuality she had experienced in the past twenty-four hours had weakened it, leaving her aware only of the sense of pleasure that pervaded her body as she lightly stroked Tina's hair, then experimentally lowered her hand to touch her ripe full breast.
Tina drew in her breath sharply at her friend's touch. She could feel their mutual excitement; it was almost tangible in the air of the darkened bedroom. She coupled Sally's face in her hands, slowly drew her closer and pressed her lips against her friend's in a long tender kiss.
Sally was momentarily shocked at the sensation of feminine flesh against her own, Tina was so smooth, so soft, so gentle ... it felt so different from the hard muscular bodies of their husbands. Somewhere in the back of Sally's drug-hazed mind a voice was shrieking at her to stop screaming out that kissing Tina was perverted and disgusting! But enchanted by the languorous waves of pleasure that were coursing through her almost naked body, she ignored the warnings. Then and there she severed herself from the voice of conscience and began kissing her friend back passionately on the lips. Tina moaned softly as she felt Sally's lips press urgently against her own, then clasped her closer, running her hands over the silky skin of her back and down over her round, swelling buttocks, beneath the tight little panties.
Taking a step backwards, Tina crossed her arms in front of her and began raising the hem of the thin chemise up ... up ... over her head until she too was naked except for her tiny black panties. Then she pulled Sally back into a close embrace, luxuriating in the pleasure of their bare chests against each other, as she undulated softly against Sally's body.
Sally worked her trembling hands upwards between their tightly locked bodies until she found the full mounds of Tina's firmly swelling breasts. She felt the wide, soft nipples grow wrinkled and taut under her touch. They seemed to function all by themselves. Her own nipples, too, she realized, were growing hard as Tina manipulated the rosy tips, running the palms of her hands over them until they stood up in tight little points. Then Tina's coppery head was bent over her, and she was taking her friend's nipples between her lips, sucking and biting them and sending shivers of excitement through Sally's whole body.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, running her hands through the flaming strands of Tina's hair, which brushed silkily over the nakedly exposed skin of her breasts and stomach. Then she felt Tina's hands behind her, inside the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, slowly pulling the flimsy garment down over her smoothly rounded hips and legs. Sally separated her trembling thighs slightly to give them easier passage. She felt as though she were lost in a wonderful, sensuous dream, far from the everyday world of Piney Hills. She was an exotic, passionate creature who lived only for pleasure.
She was dazzled by the reflection she saw in the mirror. There she was, completely naked now, with Tina on her knees in front of her, running her hands over the firm, slightly rounded contours of her belly, and her smooth tapering thighs. It was unreal, as though she were a priestess or an ancient love goddess, suddenly reincarnated in the twentieth century. The image excited her, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused, as Tina's tongue began to flick lightly over her abdomen, sending lewd licking little flames of desire shooting through her body.
Tina stood up suddenly, and stepped out of her own thin panties. The dark, coppery bush of her pubic hair stood out in sharp relief against her golden skin. Her eyes were bright with desire as she took in Sally's voluptuously naked body. Taking her timid friend's hand, she led her to the bed and gently eased her back on it, lying down beside her. She separated Sally's legs with her hands, and began running her fingers through the golden curls of her pubic hair, all the while murmuring velvety endearments in her ear. Her lewdly probing middle finger slowly insinuated itself between the soft fleshy outer lips, and began to stroke back and forth over the whole expanse of Sally's vaginal area, feeling the warm moistness of her pussy entrance and the hard little bud of her clitoris. She'd certainly gotten her wish for this evening, Tina mused dreamily in a drug-induced haze, seizing first one and then the other of Sally's quivering nipples between her lips. This was something she hadn't done before although she'd always wanted to, ever since they were children playing innocently together in this very house. Even then, the sight of Sally's semi-naked body had sent shivers of excitement through Tina and now, at last, she was going to satisfy her curiosity and her longing.
Without abandoning her hold on Sally's nakedly defenseless body, Tina shifted her position on the bed so that she was kneeling up between her friend's lewdly spread legs, and using both hands, began to separate the hair-lined lips that rimmed Sally's vaginal entrance. The flesh of her pussy was of a deep pink hue, almost lavender, in her present excited state. A few drops of moisture had seeped out of the inner passage and trickled down towards her anus, darkly concealed between the voluptuous mounds of her buttocks. Tina spread Sally's thighs as wide as they would go and suddenly dove headfirst into her tempting golden triangle, pressing her friend's thighs against her flushed cheeks and burying herself in the warm wetness of her cunt. She loved the pungent female aroma of her friend's body and the feel of the soft smooth flesh against hers. Her pink tongue snaked out suddenly and ran up and down the whole length of her vulva.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Sally groaned suddenly, half in ecstasy, half in surprise at Tina's startling hot touch. Her mind clouded by the drug she had smoked, she tried feebly to wriggle away from her friend's grasp, but Tina held her down firmly against the bed.
"NNNNNnnnooooo!" she moaned again, feeling Tina's tongue lewdly probing far up into her warmly flowing pussy. But her objections were overcome by the tremors of desire that seemed to originate deep inside her nakedly writhing belly and emanate outward through her whole body. She felt lewd, obscene and she LOVED IT! SHE WANTED IT TO GO ON!...
* * *
"Why don't you go upstairs and see how the girls are doing?" Ray suggested to Bob, who was leaning back against the couch in a drug-induced haze similar to his wife's. He had almost lost consciousness of time and place. His body felt light, relaxed, buoyant.
"That's a good idea," Bob agreed, and was surprised that his own voice seemed to come from very far away.
"Easy there," Ray cautioned as Bob, struck by a wave of dizziness, almost fell over as he got to his feet. The room seemed to be going around, and he had to support himself against the wall and the banister as he made his way unsteadily upstairs. Outside the door of his bedroom he paused to listen, hoping dazedly to catch some fragment of conversation that would give him a clue as to the state of things within. All he could hear were obscene little liquid sounds and an occasional low moan.
"Oooohhh, Tina, that feels so good. Let me do it to you, too!" he heard his wife exclaim. Bob couldn't believe his ears. What the hell is going on in there? he wondered. It sounds as though they 're fucking!
Pushing the door open, Bob had to control himself from crying out at the scene that met his drug-fogged eyes. His wife and her friend were in the middle of the double bed in a sixty-nine position, lapping eagerly at each other's cunts, clutching each other's lewdly squirming buttocks with their hands, and moaning and twisting in what looked like rapt ecstasy.
"I must be hallucinating," he thought, rubbing his eyes and trying to clarify his focus. The lascivious scene was still taking place. Sally and Tina were ... were eating each other out and showing every sign of enjoying it!
Bob's penis gave an excited lurch at the lewd sight. He'd never seen such a tantalizing array of breasts and buttocks and pussies. Tina was straddled over Sally's face, her own face buried up between his wife's legs, which were spread wide in lewd sexual abandon as she pulled her friend down farther on her eagerly lapping mouth. A spasm of arousal tore through him, and feverishly his hands reached for the zipper of his fly, freeing his already bulging cock from the confines of his trousers. He clasped it in his fist, bending his knees a little and arching his back to push it forward as he began manipulating it obscenely up and down, feeling his balls begin to throb and tighten as he did so.
If his wife and Tina had noticed his arrival on the scene, they showed no sign that it disturbed them. Their bodies, gleaming with passion-induced perspiration, continued to undulate obscenely together. Both women moaned and writhed ecstatically as their eager mouths pressed hungrily up into each other's pussies. Bob could see the bobbing, fleshy mounds of Tina's buttocks as she crushed her cunt against Sally's whirling, ramming tongue. Waves of excitement shot through him. With one hand he rapidly manipulated his moistened, blood-engorged cock, and with the other he tenderly massaged his throbbing balls.
"Uunnnggghhh!" Sally moaned, as Tina's tongue lewdly slavered the full length of her pussy and skewered hotly up into her steaming vagina. She had never felt anything like it before in her life. She had never even let her husband touch her there, but now she began to realize that she had been missing something wonderful. Perhaps it was shameful, degrading to be explored so intimately down there, but there was an overwhelming salacious pleasure about it too, that made her spread her legs wider and arch herself lewdly upwards against the other woman's viciously probing mouth, all the while she wanted to resist it too. She had never felt so lusty, so carnal, so totally sensual!
She even liked the sensation of pushing her own oral member deep into Tina's cunt. The taste was strange and musky, but not at all unpleasant. It was odd but it was almost like fucking herself, because everything she did to Tina, Tina did in return, so that she was receiving the same sensations she was creating in her red-haired friend. It became like a game. Sally moved her tongue to Tina's clitoris and circled it wildly, flicking it excruciatingly back and forth, and an instant later, her own rigidly erect little bud was exploding in almost unbearable pleasure as Tina's tongue replied.
Tina's tongue-fucking became faster and faster as she felt the approach of her orgasm. Her womb was contracting wildly, sending little rivulets of moisture trickling down between her creamy thighs and into Sally's eagerly lapping mouth. This was what she lived for, erotic pleasures, each one sending her to new heights of ecstasy and undreamed of delight! And now she had not only possessed Bob, but was also taking pleasure with his wife, her oldest and dearest friend. The thought of such an obscene depravity increased her excitement, and she redoubled her lascivious tongue-fucking of Sally's hotly steaming pussy.
Bob could feel himself break out into a sweat as he watched the two beautiful women from the doorway. His thickly swollen penis was an angry purplish color and his hot male seed was straining desperately for release. He could feel it coiling like a spring deep within his balls, ready to gush outward in only a matter of seconds. The marijuana he had smoked downstairs made him aware of every nuance of pleasure with a clarity he had never known before. He felt potent, strong, like a bull! He could cum forever! He had never seen his cock so hugely distended; it looked like a ramrod, upright and powerful! He wanted to plunge it immediately into something soft, batter it relentlessly up into a tight grasping little female pussy!
"Hey man!" He hadn't noticed Ray's approach, so absorbed was he in watching Tina and Sally and in manipulating himself into a frenzy of lust. "What are you beating your meat out in the hall for? Why don't we go in there and give them what they can never give each other?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob didn't need any extended urging. As soon as Ray's meaning was clear to him, he flung open the door and was inside his bedroom, ripping off his clothes as he went. Ray was right behind him.
Just as they entered, their wives reached their climax.
"Ooooohhhhh," Sally moaned. "I'm cu ... cu ... cumming! I'M CUUUUMMMMIINNNGGG!"
Tina's voice joined hers, rising in a high-pitched wail. Their bodies began bucking furiously, lewdly on the bed, the only thing keeping them together being the tight grasp each woman had around the other's hips. They rolled over and over on the bed, feeling their simultaneous orgasms taking them up, up into an all-enveloping, mind-shattering delight where they drifted for an instant, moaning softly, melded into one cataclysmic climax.
Sally's eyes were closed. She was floating, incredibly free of all the cares of her everyday housewife's existence. Tina, too, her head resting lightly on Sally's thigh, felt unutterably content. She rolled over languorously on the bed, stretching herself from top to toe, and slowly opened her eyes.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled at the sight that greeted her. "Sally, it looks like we've got company."
"B-Bob!" Sally stuttered, seeing her tall husband towering over her. He was completely naked, and from her position on the bed, looked even taller than he was. His stiff, blood-engorged cock stood up sharply from the jungle-like tangle of his dark pubic hair, the veins swollen and distended, and she could see a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip. "H-how long have you been watching?" she asked timidly, trying to cover her nakedness with the bedspread.
"Long enough!" Bob growled back, less in anger than in lust, for the wanton double tongue-fucking he had just witnessed had aroused him almost to the bursting point.
"We came up to see how the peacemaking was coming." Ray grinned from the other side of the bed, where he also was naked and grasping his turgid shaft in his fist. "And we decided to join the party."
"That's right," Bob agreed, suddenly pushing his wife back on the bed and straddling her naked body with his long legs. "You're so good with your tongue, baby, let's see what you can do with it to my cock!"
Sally was shocked! Her husband saying such obscene things to her? Why it was preposterous, and she was tempted to rise up in outrage and stalk angrily from the room. Sensing her impulse. Bob pinned her shoulders to the bed with his hands, rendering her struggles useless.
She looked up at his face and saw a look in his eyes that she had seen only once before that night he had so brutally and mercilessly ass-fucked her naked lust, ugly and frightening, but exciting, too. What on earth did he have in mind?
"Suck my cock!" he hissed, moving upward on the bed until his hairy balls were dangling directly over her face. She stared fascinated at their soft swollen surface. Every contour seemed alive and moving, as the sperm-bloated sacs tightened themselves before her eyes.
"Suck it!" he ordered sharply again, probing against her still resisting lips with the rubbery head of his lust-swollen penis. She felt like a slave, a whore, powerless to fend him off as he swayed lewdly above her. He didn't even look like her mild-mannered husband anymore. His sandy hair was in wild disarray and his lean and rangy body, usually so familiar and comforting, seemed savage and cruel. She was both fascinated and repelled, and like an automaton, began to comply with his brusque command.
At first, she only brushed her lips lightly over the tip of the threatening, bulging organ, keeping her mouth tightly closed. Surely he wasn't serious in expecting her to ... to suck it! Maybe he would change his mind if she gave him this token cooperation. But no!
"I SAID SUCK IT, YOU BITCH!" he bellowed, yanking her tousled blonde hair so hard that it brought tears to her eyes, and forcing her head back to gain access to her reluctantly pursed lips. Tentatively, Sally put her mouth around the huge rubbery cock-head.
She was surprised to find that it felt smooth, almost velvety to the touch.
"Oooooohhhh," Bob moaned as her lips sent a shock through his already seething cock-head. "Lick it! Use your fucking talented tongue, goddam it! Oh, yeah! That's it!"
Ray and Tina watched Bob's oral rape of his wife from the other side of the bed, savoring every detail. They derived almost as much excitement from watching the sexual activities of others as they did from exhibiting their own.
"Okay, baby, you know what I like," Ray muttered, stretching out on the bed next to Sally, but with his head in the other direction. Tina positioned herself up between his legs, and hunched on all fours so that she could run her tongue moistly up and down the length of his thick, throbbing cock.
"Glad to be of service, lover," she murmured blithely, seizing his mammoth blood-engorged shaft in her hands, while her tongue circled the tip, flicking tantalizingly over the sensitive underside and causing her husband to grunt with pleasure. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the dark split in the center, opening it a little, then plunged downward over the shaft, sucking hard all the way.
When Ray's cock was sufficiently hard and he was moaning beneath her on the bed, Tina pulled herself up on the bad, straddling her husband's body so that her pussy was poised over his hungrily burgeoning cock. Spreading her legs wide, she braced herself on the bed with one hand, and with the other, seized his rock-hard penis and prepared to lower herself onto it.
First, however, she rubbed the tip up and down the full length of her hotly seeping pussy, teasing him with its soft wetness, almost taking it into her, but not quite.
Ray arched his pelvis lewdly upward, straining desperately to penetrate her, but she was always a little out of reach. She pressed the huge blood-filled head against her hotly throbbing clitoris, twisting her soft pussy lips in quick little circular motions that drove him wild with desire. Still he enjoyed what she was doing. He liked the fact that she was as aggressive and demanding sexually as he was. It made their fucking a taunting, fiery contest, in which both sides ultimately won.
Tina smiled archly down at her husband, and ran her tongue lewdly over her full, sensuous lips. "Oh, lover, I love your big thick cock," she murmured.
"Then stop playing around and put it in your pussy!" he growled, half in jest, half in earnest.
"All in good time, lover, all in good time," she cooed provocatively, bending over him so that her huge breasts were just above his face. Ray cupped his hands around them, and sucked first one pinkish aureole and then the other. Tina straightened up, and began to ease herself down on his cock, slowly, taking first only the huge, bulbous tip, raising herself up and down on it and rotating her hips. She plunged down suddenly, and then withdrew, repeating the motion several times, each time taking his hotly throbbing shaft deeper up into her nakedly seething pussy.
"Ride, baby, ride," Ray commanded huskily, seizing her lewdly dancing buttocks and grinding his pelvis up against her.
Sally was shocked to feel Ray's and Tina's bodies next to her and to hear the lewd words they were exchanging. Their position on the bed was such that Ray's cock, now mounted obscenely by Tina, was right next to her head. Tina and Bob, both upright, were practically facing each other. Suddenly Sally was aware of a hand on her leg, forcing her to flex her knee, and exploring her undefended pussy. Tina's husband was spreading her legs and running his finger up and down the entrance to her vagina!
At the same time, Bob was still plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She felt defiled, humiliated at first. She wanted to cry out in shame and horror, but it was impossible. To one side she could see nothing but her friend Tina bouncing up and down on Ray's desire-hardened cock. Her own husband's lust-engorged cock and balls and the firm muscular planes of his stomach and his dark wavy pubic hair filled her vision to the front, and her own lasciviously aroused pussy was beginning to throb and grow moist at the merest touch of Ray's hands. It seemed as though there was nothing but naked skin and obscene couplings everywhere!
And yet ... and yet, somewhere a feeling was beginning to surface in Sally's consciousness, a dark salacious enjoyment of what was happening, despite, no because of the indecency and lewdness of the situation. She had done more in the past two days than she had ever done in her entire life. She had been cruelly fucked in the rectum by her own husband, then taken by a total stranger in the back of his station wagon, had responded to obscene and immoral movies, wantonly probed her tongue deep up into her best friend's pussy and delighted in receiving the same depraved caress, and now her mouth was filled with her husband's huge cock and another man was finger-fucking her between the legs as he fucked his own wife right next to her! With each forbidden act, she had soared to new heights of erotic pleasure, and now she was beginning to realize through the haze of the marijuana they had all smoked, that this was what she wanted. She had wanted it all along! She had no more moral force left to resist her body's unappeased hunger! With a low sensuous moan, she surrendered, lewdly spreading her legs wide and taking Bob's cock fully into her mouth.
Ray was immediately aware of the change in her and he began massaging her tense little clitoris harder, at the same time spreading her soft pussy lips wider so that he could see the full tantalizing length of her wet pink cunt. A whitish liquid was collecting around the tight vaginal entrance, proof of Sally's arousal, as her body made itself ready to be penetrated. Keeping his thumb on her turgid, tortured clitoris, Ray slipped his middle finger deeply up into her vagina, feeling her muscles swiftly contract around it. She was warm and wet inside, with a thick musky perfume that intoxicated him. He circled his middle finger around up inside her, feeling the soft cushiony mound of her cervix and the hotly contracting walls of her vagina.
This was the sort of scene the photographer loved his fingers in one chick's cunt, while another pumped up and down on his cock. If he'd had his way there would have been another lush young body for his other hand, and still another squatting over his face, her pussy opened and anxious for his lewdly probing tongue!
Bob also felt the sudden change in his wife's response. All at once Sally's mouth seized his cock eagerly, rather than resignedly, and she took him all the way up into her warmly sucking depths until she almost gagged from the pressure of his massively straining cock against the back of her tender throat. Her sudden acceptance thrilled him, and he plunged farther up into her mouth, lewdly gyrating his pelvis, exploring every centimeter of her oral cavity, relishing the feel of her warm wet tongue on the sensitive underside of his churning organ. At the same time he couldn't take his eyes off of Tina's full dancing breasts alongside of him, bobbing obscenely up and down as she fucked herself up and down on her husband's cock.
Maybe I'm going to regret this in the morning, he thought dazedly, but hot damn, I'm gonna have a time tonight! He leaned over and grabbed one of Tina's breasts, burying his fingers in its round cushiony softness. He was beginning to suspect that he wouldn't regret it after all. It felt too good! He'd never imagined anything like this, not in his wildest dreams, but now that it was here, actually happening to him, he felt a sense of wild release like nothing he'd ever known before ... not just a sexual release, but a sense of ... of freedom! That was it! Just as Ray had said. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was just that he'd kept himself in so long that now he had to explode. But he didn't care!
"Oh suck me, baby! Suck me good!! " he cried, ramming his lust-stiffened penis into his wife's mouth. He felt like a sultan surrounded by his harem, free to do as he pleased with them, sharing them with Ray, the visiting potentate.
Tina leaned over and kissed him full on the lips, lewdly flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth like a snake, sucking and biting on his lower lip and pressing her crazily swaying breasts against his muscular chest, never losing a stroke in the furious fucking she was giving Ray. She blew maddening little currents of air into his ear, then drilled deep into it with her swirling tongue, sending shivers up and down his spine. With one hand she reached behind her to squeeze Ray's lust-tightened balls, allowing her well-manicured nails to scrape lightly over the surface and down his sensitive inner thigh.
She, too, wished there were more hot, writhing bodies to enjoy. She would have liked another cock up her ass, and another in her mouth, and one in each hand, and another and another and another! She didn't think she could ever get her fill of thick male cocks! She wanted to be surrounded by them, taken everywhere! The only time she'd ever come close to having enough was when she was fifteen and had been gangbanged by all the guys in the racing club. She could still remember it vividly bodies everywhere in the clubhouse, watching her, fucking her, lewdly spreading her legs, kneading her breasts, forcing their cocks in her mouth. She'd loved it! She'd even asked for it, taunting them all evening by sashaying around in a low-cut black top and a pair of tight red toreador pants that left almost nothing to the imagination, not even the crack of her ass and cunt. She'd asked for it and she'd gotten it all night long. Her pussy had ached for days afterwards. She could hardly walk, in fact, but it had given her a taste of something she knew she wanted more of, and she'd devoted most of her time ever since to the pursuit of pleasure.
The memory increased her lewd excitement, and she flung her head back, relaxing against her husband's raised knees and letting him pump his buttocks up and down while she bounced easily with every stroke, lewdly impaled on his hard-driving cock. Bob's hands were all over her, running over her breasts, down to the soft contours of her belly, over her clitoris where it was pulled and twisted by Ray's relentlessly fucking penis, and she wriggled sensuously under the contact of the two men.
"Fuck me, lover, fuck me good! Oh, I love your big hard cock shoved all the way up in my pussy like that! DO IT HARDER! HARDER!! " she cried, pressing downward against Ray's lust-crazed cock.
Ray responded gladly to his wife's demands, raising her halfway off the bed with each pounding, battering upstroke. He could feel his balls dangling between her legs, brushing against his thighs as he pumped furiously into her.
Christ, she's a fuckin' nymph! he thought, watching her twist and turn and revel in the dissolute fucking she was receiving. He was willing to bet she didn't even know who was socking it to her when she really got carried away. All she knew was cock and balls feeding her hungry, greedy little pussy. Well, I got the cock and balls you're after, baby, he thought, grinding against her.
Suddenly, he shoved two fingers deep up into Sally's cunt and felt her pelvis twist down on them. Even though her movements were restricted by Bob's body on top of her, the lower half of her body was going wild. He stretched her tightly constricting vagina with his fingers, as wide as he could. Her body couldn't seem to decide whether it wanted to get away or press closer. Withdrawing a little, he ran his middle finger teasingly downward from her pinkly glistening cunt, searching for the tight puckered hole of her anus. Forcefully he pressed against it, until it gave way slightly and he had his middle finger inside up to the end of his nail.
"Nnnnooooo!" Sally wailed, feeling him probing at her still tender rectal entrance. But her cries were lost around her husband's shaft of demanding flesh, still sunk deep in her mouth. Ray inched his middle finger steadily up into Sally's tormented back passage, and she felt as though she were on fire inside. His other finger was still thrust deep in her hotly seeping vagina, sending erotic sensations flooding through her nakedly entrapped flesh, and the pain in her rectum seemed somehow to blend with the pleasure in her cunt. Suddenly she was grinding down on his hand, welcoming the surging feeling of heat that seemed to reach up to her stomach, her breasts, her mouth, right up to the top of her head.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Sally grasped Bob's buttocks in her hands, pulling him closer, and began sucking on his cock as she never had before. She flung her legs back giving Ray total access to her madly pulsating cunt and tightly clutching ass-hole. She felt like a whore, a slut, every name she'd ever heard. But the lewd churning sensations in her body made it all right! She wanted it! Wanted this incredible mouth-fucking and finger-fucking! Her body was aching for it! It felt so good! Better than anything she'd ever experienced before! To be penetrated in two places at once, powerless to stop it, unable to do anything except submit to her own desire and the lust of the two men who were fucking her so mercilessly! It was everything she'd ever been warned against! She was losing control totally, sinking into an abyss of pure, ravenous lust, and she was actually eager for it to happen!
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, taking her husband's thick shaft deeply up into her mouth. She wanted to suck him now. Her fingers wormed around his obscenely swaying balls, and she began kneading and squeezing them. She withdrew her mouth from his penis for an instant and buried her nose in the softness beneath it, relishing the heady aroma they emitted.
"UUnnnnngggghhh!" Bob grunted, feeling her nuzzle and lick at his throbbing balls, setting off a river of fire somewhere in his loins.
"I'm going to suck you, lover, oh I'm going to suck you dry!" Sally murmured, feeling his spasm of passion.
Bob was thunderstruck! Sally had never said anything so lewd to him before! She actually wanted to suck him! With an agonized moan, he sank his shaft back up into the buttery depths of her mouth. He could feel his seed churning deep in his balls, and he wanted to release it instantly, but he held back, equally anxious to make it last as long as possible.
Tina bent over so that she was on all fours and rocked back and forth on Ray's powerfully driving cock. It was stroking faster and faster, and she leaned into each surging thrust. Her whole body was centered on the spot inside her which received his mercilessly ramming prods. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning slightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She rotated her hips, screwing backwards, and pressed her breasts down hard against his chest, running her moist pink tongue over his neck and shoulder.
"Oh lover make me cum!" she pleaded throatily.
"All in good time, baby, all in good time," Ray taunted her, smiling up at her and continuing his explorations of Sally's tight clasping ass-hole and furiously sucking cunt.
"You're a bastard, you know that?" Tina moaned.
"And you're a bitch, a hot little bitch in heat, and that's why we're made for each other," Ray growled, giving a sudden lunge with his pelvis that nearly lifted her off the bed, and then subsiding into a slower, tantalizing rhythm that reminded her of her own teasing motions of a few minutes before. She'd made him wait then, and now he was going to pay her back double!
Tina's lusty pleas for release reached Bob's ears. Sally was milking his cock expertly, sucking hard on the tip, running her tongue all around it, and up and down the thick bulging shaft. Her hands were kneading his sweat-dampened buttocks and it was driving him wild. His balls, slapping lewdly against her chin as he drove his sword-like cock in and out of her mouth, were tingling and throbbing, heavy with their burning loan of semen. He could feel his orgasm approaching, an unbearably tense torment of heat deep in his loins. Nearly exhausted, he had to brace himself against the back of the bed to maintain his balance. The pressure of Sally's hungrily sucking lips reached all the way down into his balls, pulling his hot, viscous male fluids upward. Would his wife take it all, or would she cop out at the last minute, forcing him to spill his seed on the bedspread? Pushing himself upwards again, Bob grabbed her head with both hands, making sure she couldn't turn him away.
Sally could feel the sudden change in his body. His frantically stroking cock began to move even faster than before, grinding down on her, pressing against the back of her throat until there was nothing she could do but receive it. Her head was pinioned by his hands and the weight of his body against her shoulders. Her neck arched from bending it forward to admit his penis, but it was impossible for her to move. Suddenly he was there!
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!! ! " he bellowed, and she felt the first jets of thick milky liquid spurt out of his still probing shaft against the soft defenseless flesh of her throat. The taste was bitter and there was so much of it she thought she would choke.
But at the same time, Ray plunged furiously into her two stretched and quivering canals, increasing his strokes until she could feel her own orgasm bearing down on her with ungovernable fury. Her womb was opening. She dug her heels into the bed, arching her body and twisting her pelvis to feel him even deeper up inside her hotly sucking cunt. The thick scalding liquid of her husband's cum, spilling out over her lips and running down her cheeks, no longer repulsed her. It was part of the whole frenzied thing, and she grasped him tighter, milking him avidly and savoring the pungent male taste of his semen. She swallowed it all, hungrily, and could hear Tina moaning beside her, in the throes of her own orgasm.
"NOW! NOW! Oh, lover that's it! OH FUCK ME! AAAAAAGGGHHHH!" Ray's cock was fucking deep up into her, setting off skyrockets in her head, sending her flying. He too was reaching his own climax.
"I'm comin' to get ya, mama," he crooned, feeling her tight pussy contract on his swollen aching cock. "That's it, cum, oh you beautiful cunt, cum, cum, CUM, CUUUUUMMMM!"
Sally wanted to cry out too, but had to content herself with little moans of pleasure as she milked the last of the sticky liquid from Bob's still frantically jerking penis. For an instant the bed was a lewd morass of tangled, writhing, sweating bodies and flailing limbs. Then, gradually, their passions began to subside. Tina slumped forward onto Ray's chest. Bob rolled over beside Sally and all four lay still. The room was silent, except for the sound of their heavy exhausted breathing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally was the first of the quartet to stir. Getting shakily to her feet, she made her way unsteadily to the bathroom, where she ran a cool glass of water to soothe her throat, parched and sore from sucking off her husband so lewdly. When she turned on the light over the mirror, she was stunned by her reflection. Her face was flushed and pink; her normally clear eyes had grown darker, and she looked somehow different than she had looked a few hours before. There was a wordly, almost sly look in her eyes that fascinated her. It was like the way Tina looked, she realized knowing and sophisticated. Without losing sight of her image in the mirror, she splashed cold water over her face, and let it run down her neck and shoulders.
There was a smarting sensation up between her legs. Placing her hand over her throbbing vulva, she was amazed at how hot it felt. Even the light touch of her fingers made her pussy sting from the almost unbearable friction of the finger-fucking she had just been subjected to. Gently she washed the tender places with warm water and soap and dried herself with a fluffy bath towel. Her mind was blank, unable or unwilling to comment on what had just happened. Filling the water glass again, she made her way back into the bedroom, not even bothering to cover her nakedness. What was the point?
On the bed, the other three orgiasts were also stirring. Sally viewed the tableau they made, feeling a twinge of disbelief that this lewd display was actually taking place on the pristine surface of her own bed. Her childhood friend Tina was sprawled face down, one arm flung over her husband's hairy chest, her buttocks quivering slightly. Ray was lighting a cigarette, a regular one this time, it seemed, and brushing his matted dark hair off his face. His cock, so active a few moments before, curved thickly in his pubic hair, and his balls were hidden between his legs. Her own husband's legs were splayed wide as he lay face up, exhausted from the effort of pumping his rod in and out of her mouth. His penis was limp now, resting sleepily on the cushion of his soft round testicles.
Raising himself on his elbow, his eyes met Sally's as she advanced across the room. Wordlessly she handed him the water glass and watched him gulp it down gratefully, then pass it to Tina. None of them seemed to know what to say. Finally Ray and Tina padded into the bathroom and the sounds of running water broke the unnatural silence.
"How do you feel?" Bob asked tentatively as his wife eased herself wearily onto the bed beside him.
"Tired," she replied, closing her eyes and leaning back into the cool pillows. "And numb, I guess."
Bob was a little afraid to touch her. She seemed so distant, almost forbidding but strangely relaxed, too. The contours of her face, usually rigid and tight with tension, were fluid and full, giving her a frankly sensual look he'd never noticed before. Her body was stretched out languidly, totally unselfconscious. His own body felt drained and light, and he could smell the slightly acrid aroma of his own sweat in his damp underarms.
"What do we do now?" he asked her.
"I don't know."
"Do you want a divorce?"
Sally opened her eyes and looked at him. In spite of all that had happened, she knew she still loved him. But how could they ever hope to resume the rhythm of their placid life together now? They had changed unalterably.
"Do you?"
Bob felt a choking sensation in his throat as he confronted the loaded question.
"...No," he managed to say, and then, overwhelmed at the prospect of separating from her, he pulled her close to him, holding her tightly, as though he would never let her go. It was so good to hold her warm, familiar body in his arms again, and feel her nestle softly against him.
"I love you," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder.
Just then Tina's undraped figure appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Despite his wife's body pressed against him, and the undeniable love he felt for her, Bob could not take his eyes off the other woman as she glided sinuously across the room. How could he and Sally really work things out when he knew that given the slightest chance, he would betray her again? Tina's body was still inviting, and there would be others, he was sure of it.
Sally felt his body stiffen, and she looked up to see what had caused it. Following his eyes, she too took in Tina's full ripe body, the same body that she herself had enjoyed no less than her husband.
"I see," she murmured with unexpected calm, and leaned back against the pillows, casually lighting a cigarette and crossing her long, tapering legs. Ray followed his wife into the room, and Sally deliberately let her eyes rove over his tight, well-knit frame, dwelling an instant longer on his smooth penis, bobbing against the soft round swelling of his balls.
"I think I know exactly how you feel," she said, arching an eyebrow at her husband and surprising him with the insinuation in her voice. Was she trying to get even with him, he wondered, for the way he had looked at Tina?
"Oh God," he moaned. "What are we going to do?"
"The only thing to do when you've gone too far," Ray interjected blithely, "is to go farther."
"What do you mean?" Bob asked, turning his attention to the other man, who was leaning against the door frame surveying their dilemma with an air of wry amusement.
"Look," he began, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. "Your old life doesn't make any sense any more, does it? Right?"
Bob and Sally looked at each other. "I guess not," Bob replied.
"Well, why don't you start a new life, one that fits your new, uh, preferences?"
"How could we do that?" Bob was puzzled.
"Why don't you go into business with Tina and me? We'll incorporate the film company, everybody can have equal shares. With all of us working, we can make some dynamite movies, children, especially since we all get along together so-o-o-o well!"
"Lover, you're a Genuis!" Tina cried, throwing her arms around his neck and suddenly springing upward and wrapping her legs affectionately around his waist.
Ray squeezed her buttocks playfully before easing her down onto the floor.
"Well Bob? What do you say?"
"I ... I don't know. You mean we'd all be in the films, just like you and Tina tonight?"
"Sure! Why not? It'd be great!" Tina urged. "What a team!"
Bob was thunderstruck at the suggestion. It would mean giving up everything he'd worked for here in Piney Hills his job, his future, even the house. And to fuck in public like that, in front of maybe a room full of people, he didn't know if he could carry it off.
"What do you think, Sally?" he asked his wife.
"I ... I think Ray's right!" she said suddenly, surprising even herself. "It's probably the only way we can stay together, Bob, now that all this has happened."
"Sally..." Bob began, shocked at his wife's sudden acquiescence.
"Oh Bob, why pretend? It'll never be any good trying to go back to the way we were. It's too late for that now. Ray and Tina have opened up a whole new world to us. I want to try it, and I think you do, too! Am I wrong?"
"Right on, baby," Ray mouthed softly, watching Sally with intense interest.
"NO!" Bob burst out, leaping off the bed and striding angrily around the room. "We can't just throw over our lives at the snap of a finger!"
"Well I can!" Sally flashed back. "And ... and if you won't do it, I'll . . , . I'll go alone!" Her angry defiance shocked even her, and the sight of her husband's hurt and disbelieving face softened her a little.
"Oh Bob," she pleaded, going over to him, "Let's give it a try. We wouldn't even have to sell the house. We could keep it as a vacation place for the four of us. It would be so exciting, darling! Oh let me show you what it could be like!"
Suddenly she was in his arms, forcing her full, ripe body against him, kissing him boldly on the lips. Her tongue found its way between his teeth, and she darted it lewdly around inside, flicking it over the sensitive roof of his mouth and circling his own wet tongue. Her hands roved over his hard thighs and around to his tight, firm buttocks. She began snaking her tongue all over his body, down over his chest and his flat abdomen, and her hands never stopped moving as she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position and took his softened penis into her hands.
"Don't you want me to do this any more, Bob?" she asked, looking up at him archly and cupping her hands around the warm expanse of his testicles. "I've only just started to learn how to make you happy. Do you want it all to stop just as it's beginning?"
Her hands on his newly awakened penis sent an electric shock of unexpected desire through Bob's body. He was paralyzed with indecision. All he really wanted right now was to fuck his wife again, but what about his principles?
"Tina, help me convince him," Sally commanded, feeling him hesitate.
"With pleasure, old friend," Tina assented. In an instant, Bob felt the long curves of her opulent body against him from the rear. Her breasts crushed against his back and he could feel the tingling moistness of her pubic curls undulating tauntingly against his naked buttocks. Her-hands encircled his chest and she ran her tongue seductively over his neck and ears. Before he could resist, the two girls were pulling him over to the bed, pushing him down on his back and pressing their nubile young bodies against him.
Sally took his thickening penis in her hands, rolling it between her palms with a newfound expertise. It jerked involuntarily to life, its half-erection mute testimony to her skill. Tina meanwhile bent over him from the rear, letting her mammoth breasts hang down over his face. Teasingly, she swayed her body back and forth, brushing his lips lightly with the lust-swollen tips of her nipples, and running her hands down his chest and stomach.
"Ooooohhhhh," Bob sighed, as his lips closed softly over her sweet flesh. The musky perfume of her body filled his nostrils and he felt a twinge of desire in spite of himself. His hands reached for the soft gleaming mounds and he pressed them against his flaming cheeks, feeling drunk with sensuality. This was unbelievable! Tina and Sally both making wanton love to him, offering their bodies to his enjoyment, stroking and licking him lewdly. He was too weak to resist. His wife's hands and softly sucking lips were gently coaxing his penis to life. He could feel it rising and swaying blindly in the air. I'd be a fool to say no to this, he thought, beginning to enjoy the hot tingles in his loins.
"Hey, lover, why don't you direct?" Tina suggested to her husband, who was watching the lewd display from the armchair by the window. "That way Bob'll see how easy it is."
"Good idea," he agreed. Looks like this is going to work out better than I expected, he thought to himself, shifting his position to get a better view of the action.
"Sally, get on top of him!"
Sally immediately obeyed, scrambling out from between Bob's legs and straddling him, her pussy poised above his now erect shaft.
"Now spread your pussy lips with your hand ... That's it...,Run his cock up and down your slit to get it moist," Ray continued, seeing the raw pinkness of her already tormented pussy between its protective lips. "Bob, hold your cock for her and guide her down on it by putting your other hand on her hip."
Numbly Bob followed Ray's instructions. Steadying his rubbery pole with one hand, he seized the smooth round swelling of Sally's hip with the other and began slowly forcing her down, penetrating her inch by agonizing inch. Sally grimaced as she felt her sore little pussy being stretched open again. She wasn't sure she could stand it. But she couldn't back out now! She had to prove to Bob that this was the way it should be! Ignoring the pain, she forced herself lower and lower, spreading her legs lewdly and twisting her pelvis, even beginning to enjoy the stinging sensation that permeated her cuntal sheath.
Ray was moving around the bed now, photographing them through his hands with an imaginary camera. He was beginning to set up shots, just as if they were really filming Tina's roundly quivering buttocks, Sally's tangle of straw-colored pubic hair separated by Bob's thick, angry red cock moving slowly in and out of her straining vaginal orifice.
"Tina, squat over his face, facing Sally!"
His wife responded like the professional she was, pulling her knees up on either side of Bob's head. Lying directly beneath the wanton redhead, he could see her pink cuntal opening and the nub of her clitoris as she lowered herself onto his mouth. Instinctively he reached up and seized the soft fleshy mounds of her ass, digging his fingers in and pulling her down on top of him. The taste of her pussy was totally female, and Bob felt his body begin to tremble with uncontrollable shivers as he tentatively pushed his tongue deep into her, then out again, and back along the crack between her buttocks to the tight puckered hole of her anus. He ran his tongue lewdly around the rim of her ass-hole, causing Tina to moan and jerk her legs spasmodically.
"Oh baby, that feels so good!" she exclaimed, spreading her buttocks wide with her hands to give him easier access and moving her pelvis from front to back so that his tongue again ran the length of her crevice all the way down to her clitoris.
Bob's hips began to lurch up and down, bouncing Sally on his massively surging prick. He could feel it batter against her tender cervix. How good it felt to sink into his wife's body again! Her pussy gripped his painfully intruding organ, contracting and expanding with each increasingly rapid stroke.
"Oh Bob," she moaned, "fuck me good. Shove your big hard cock into me as far as it'll go! Fuck me, oh fuck me-e-e!"
"That's good," Ray directed. "Now you two girls play with each other, too!"
Smiling coyly, Sally and Tina reached out to fondle each other's breasts, leaning on each other's shoulders so they could bring their delicate tongues together. They looked like two wanton nymphs, as their breasts and buttocks bounced up and down, and their firm young bodies gyrated this way and that with intensifying arousal.
Ray could feel his interest becoming more than professional, as his rapidly stiffening penis began to stir and stand out from his muscular body. Tina's tawny complexion next to Sally's glowing blondeness was certainly exciting, and it seemed a shame to miss a chance to join the scene. When he was sure everything was the way he wanted it, he positioned himself behind his redheaded wife and began spreading the cheeks of her ass with his hands.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Tina groaned, closing her eyes and sensing what he was about to do. He ran his finger down her anal crack to her rectal entrance and began probing her tight little hole.
"Bob, hold her hips with your hands," Ray instructed, spreading his legs slightly and grasping his lust-hardened cock with his fist.
Tina tried to wriggle away, dreading, yet desiring the searing pain she knew would follow. But Bob's hands held her fast and his tongue circled around her clitoris, sending fiery daggers through her nakedly exposed belly and breasts.
"Ray, don't ... " she pleaded, as she felt the hard rubbery head of her husband's penis against her anus. But Ray was not to be stopped.
"Stop complaining! You know you love it, cunt," he growled, pressing mercilessly onward, forcing his cock-head into her tight resistant ass-hole.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed as she was skewered on his unrelenting rod. Her anus was stretched painfully, and she felt as though she would be split apart. But Ray was deft in his movements, and just as she was sure she couldn't stand it any longer, the thick head penetrated all the way. He paused for a moment, savoring the tightness of her widely distended ass, and giving her a chance to adjust to the breadth of his rampaging cock deep up inside her hopelessly trapped rectum.
Sally looked sympathetically at her friend, knowing from experience what torment she must be going through. Leaning over, she began kissing her gently to distract her from the pain, running her tongue wetly over Tina's fleshy under lip and massaging her hard pointed nipples with her hands. Tina's breath came in short little gasps, and gradually Sally's soothing touches, combined with the insistent pressure of Bob's lips and teeth on her supersensitive clitoris, were sending irresistible waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Gingerly she leaned back slightly against Ray's cock, pushing it a little farther up into her ass-hole.
Feeling her resistance lessen, Ray began fucking in and out, each sodomizing thrust taking him deeper until the full throbbing length of his shaft was buried to the hilt up in her vainly resisting young anus.
The others picked up her husband's rhythm. Bob plunged deeply into Sally, raising his hips off the bed with each stroke. Sally and Tina ground their seething pussies down hard against the blows of the men. Soon all four were moving together, in and out, up and down, lost in their frantic fucking. Battering cocks bore deep into straining vaginal and rectal sheaths. Bob's tongue whirled and rammed into Tina's convulsively grasping cunt, and they were all consumed in a frenzy of wild, flailing lust and desire. Their grunts and groans filled the bedroom, gaining in momentum and volume as they came closer and closer to a climax.
Bob thought he would explode from the combined stimulus of Sally's grasping, milking pussy around his cock and Tina's hot wet pussy bearing down on his face. His cock felt like it was on fire as he fucked harder and harder up into his wife.
The two girlfriends could only cling to each other for support as they bounced and bobbed on their husband's furiously fucking penises. All four of them could feel that they were mounting towards a gigantic mutual orgasm, soaring together, straining for release.
All at once they were there! Sally felt a rush of sperm explode against her cervix as Bob's churning seed gushed out of his crazily jerking cock and into her womb.
"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" Tina wailed, as her own husband fucked deeply into her, his cum spurting into her insanely clutching rectum.
"UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Ray grunted, as his hot angry semen shot forward.
For an instant all motion stopped, and they were suspended on their own passion, then-bodies rigid as the orgasm thundered through them, draining them to the dregs of their lust. Then slowly it began to subside. Ray and Bob each gave one last forward thrust. Then Bob's penis slipped out of Sally's quivering hole, and Ray withdrew his still rigid organ from Tina's aching rectum with a pop. The girls slumped together, and slid exhausted off Bob's trembling body.
The stillness that followed was finally broken by Bob. Lolling his head back over the edge of the bed, he looked up at Ray, who was still standing there, his hands on his lean hips, breathing heavily.
"Well old man," he said, extending his hand, "it looks like you've got a couple of partners!"
CHAPTER NINE
"For Christ's sake, Sally! Close that curtain, will you? How the hell am I supposed to take a light reading?"
"No need to shout!" Sally snapped back, withdrawing from the huge window, where she had been watching the scene in the grimy street below while waiting for the shooting to begin. Ever since Bob started learning photography he's become impossible, she reflected angrily, flicking the ash of her cigarette onto the already littered floor of the dingy loft. She ambled petulantly to the makeup table where Tina was sitting, her spiked heels making sharp clacking sounds as she walked.
"Christ! I'm tired of sitting around!" she complained, sinking into a tattered sling chair next to her friend and checking her makeup in the mirror. Her normally straight hair was curled and teased into a cloud of ringlets around her face, and her eyes were heavy with the weight of two pairs of thick false eyelashes.
"All in a day's work, honey," Tina replied philosophically, pulling a pair of sheer black stockings over her long white legs and fastening them to the snaps of her black garter belt.
"We look like a pair of hookers," Sally stated flatly, perusing their reflections in the mirror.
"We'd be no good in this business if we looked like missionaries," Tina countered. "Hey, what's the matter with you today, anyway?" she asked, meeting the blonde's eyes in the mirror.
"Oh I don't know. I'm tired, I guess." She had been unreasonably cranky and impatient lately, she supposed, wrapping her thin silk kimono more tightly around her shoulders. But they'd worked so hard in the past six months eight films since she and Bob left Piney Hills. It was exciting, certainly, but it seemed as though the time had been nothing but a continuous round of sex. She hadn't been outside in ages.
Not that going out in the city was such a special treat. At first she'd enjoyed the bright lights and the noise, but now all she was aware of was the sting in her nostrils from the automobile exhaust fumes, and the endless rows of gray, stony buildings, unrelieved by the slightest touch of green. On this April day, she felt particularly restless and homesick, because there was a hint of spring in the air, and she was tired of the dark, dank atmosphere of the studio.
Well, you were the one who insisted on doing this, her image in the mirror seemed to taunt her. Yes, but I didn't think it would be like this, she answered herself, looking around the dirty loft. Bob was conferring with Ray under the bright lights in the center of the room, and her eyes roved idly over the two men's bodies Ray so dark and wiry, and Bob, lean and sandy-haired and muscular. Day and night the four of them were together, until they functioned like a precision instrument. Their films were successes, and money was beginning to roll in. Maybe soon they could go away for a while . . .x
"Sally? Tina?" Ray shielded his eyes with his hands and peered into the darkness. "You ready?"
"All set," they replied in unison, and made their way over to the set.
Bob listened as Ray gave them their instructions, and then stepped back into the shadows to watch. Tina was clad only in stockings and garter belt, high heels, and a short, sheer black negligee that contrasted dramatically with her flame-red hair and concealed almost nothing of her shapely charms. It fell open slightly at the top, and her deep cleavage was visible clear across the room.
Sally was also dressed provocatively, in a skin-tight satin skirt slit all the way up to the hip and a sheer, tightly fitted blouse that pushed the mounds of her full breasts upwards and out. She was wearing a little gold heart on a velvet ribbon around her neck, and Bob was once again astounded at the transformation that had taken place in his wife. He tried to remember her as she had been in the early days of their marriage shy, naive, lady-like, glowing with health and radiant with love. Oh, she had been uptight, no doubt about that, but she'd been appealing, too, he thought, with a little twinge of regret.
Funny the way things work out, he mused. Who knows what might have happened if Ray and Tina hadn't arrived on that particular weekend. He and Sally would still be in Piney Hills, living a totally different life. Maybe it would've been better that way, he thought, watching his young blonde wife wriggle seductively before the camera. Well, no sense crying about it. There were compensations to the way they were living now. They went to glamorous parties and met weird, far-out people artists and writers and other filmmakers. Still. . .
"Excuse me..."
Bob's musings were interrupted by a soft, hesitant voice. A very pretty brunette, about eighteen, was standing next to him.
"Yes?" He couldn't help but notice that under the beige trench coat she was wearing, she had a dynamic build.
"Are you Ray Sarlin?" she asked, looking up at Bob with a pair of large, brown eyes. Her clear features were almost devoid of makeup, except for a slash of coral-colored lipstick on her delicate mouth.
"No, I'm his assistant, Bob Payton. What can I do for you?" Bob asked, smiling and offering her a cigarette.
"No thanks, I don't smoke. Taffy Tucker said you were looking for people for your new film..." Her voice trailed off as her attention was caught by the activity in the studio. Her eyes lit up with excitement.
Bob knew that look. She was probably fresh off the bus from Kansas, ready to take the big town by storm. And if her contact was Taffy Tucker ... Bob smiled to himself. Taffy was a well-known figure in the underground art world, a bizarre creature of exotic sexual tastes. Lord knows how this innocent got tied up with him, he thought.
"We're always looking for new people," he assured her, slipping his arm around her shoulders and steering her toward the makeshift office off the main room. "Why don't you come in here and tell me about yourself."
His feelings of vague discontent were forgotten, as he stepped aside to let her pass in front of him, noticing the sensuous sway of her full rounded hips. His life might not be perfect, but there were compensations ... yes, there certainly were compensations.
