The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Janet Williams thumbed through her magazine for the third time. She was beginning to get very worried that something might have happened to Frank, her husband. True, things had not been perfect between these last few months of their year-old marriage, and he had been spending a lot of extra time at the office, but up until now, at least he had called and told her he would be late. He should have been home almost two hours ago. Janet was-thinking that perhaps she could call the police when she heard his car pull into the drive way of their Westchester home.
Jumping up from the chair, she felt a great sense of relief. Glancing in the mirror, she straightened her full long auburn hair and pursed her luscious lips together to spread her light colored lipstick more evenly. Brushing the few wrinkles from her pleated skirt, she opened the door and greeted him as he walked in.
"Frank, darling," she said, trying to keep the concern she had felt hidden as best she could. "I was getting worried about you. Let me take your coat. Supper is cold, but I can heat it up."
Frank said nothing as he brushed past her and poured himself a drink. Janet smelled his breath. He had obviously been drinking and tonight, tonight they would play their wild little game where he would talk mean to her and end up with him fucking her crazy while she resisted as much as possible. She loved for him to fuck her like a whore this way and he always began by ignoring her. She felt as though she should say something as her part in the ready to unfold drama because to make it exciting, it had to be real. They both had to play their parts impeccably and she steeled herself to get in the right acting mood as Frank obviously already was.
"How did everything go at the office today," she said, hoping that he would not notice the already excited strain in her tone.
"Listen," he growled back. "I don't want to talk about the office, I don't want anything to eat, and right now, I don't want to have anything to do with you."
Janet stood in front of him with her hands folded lightly at her knees. His little games with her lately had become more and more realistic, and it was taking all her will to fight back the passion that was welling in her eyes.
"Frank," she moaned, hardly able to keep the trembling from her voice and playing her part now with rising reality. "If something is wrong, I think I should know about it. After all, I am your wife."
Frank slammed his glass on the counter with such force that Janet jumped. He lifted up his face and glowered at her.
"My wife," he hissed. "Some wife. You read your magazines, you make your dinner, but when it comes to fucking, you're an iceberg. A goddamn frigid iceberg. I could get more feeling from a good fuck with a tree. And most of the time you're not in the mood. After a hard day at the office, I don't need anything to except that juicy little pussy of yours."
Janet's flesh turned to goose bumps at the thought of her husband's lewd remarks. She had never seen him act so well before, and she was not sure what to do about it.
"Come on, honey," she said, trying to be soothing, knowing he liked her to be condescending. "You're tired and worn out. Let's eat and after dinner we can talk."
Frank leaned toward her.
"Eat and talk, eh? Well, if that's your solution for your problem, you can shove it up your ass."
His harsh words, Janet knew, called for a similar response.
"My problem? What do you mean by my problem?, " she hissed at him, surprised that she could actually act so angry so quickly.
"You're the one who came home late. And drunk too, I might add. Marriage is supposed to be something sacred, not cheap, the way you seem to want to make it."
Her husband said nothing to this, but a strange looking smile came over his darkly tanned face.
"Something cheap is what I make it?" he said softly. "Would you like to see how much I respect your sacred ideas of marriage?" he said, playing it heavy.
Janet put her hands on her hips and stared harshly at him.
"What are you going to do? Find another woman to play with on the side?" she teased. "I don't think you have it in you."
"You teasing little bitch," he said casually. "You're the only woman I need, but it's about time someone showed you what a real fuck was all about."
He walked around from behind the counter and grabbed her hand tightly. Janet winced in pain, and when she saw the deep lust their little game was raising in Frank's eyes, she felt a tiny stab of real fear stiffen her whole body.
"Frank, please, you're hurting me. Let me go."
Pulling her away from the bar, he half dragged her to the couch and threw her down on it. Standing over her, he quickly removed his tie and shirt. Janet was suddenly aware that her husband was ready to try and rape her. A look of well-feigned horror came across her face.
"Frank," she whined realistically. "You can't be serious. You can't be."
"Baby," he said calmly, "I've been wanting this for ages. I've got the hots right now, and as my wife, it's your job to service me. Are you going to take off your snooty little panties or am I going to rip them off that goody-goody little pussy of yours for you?"
Janet was impassioned by his domineering actions and dirty words as her husband unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, his thick cock pressing tightly against his jocky shorts and so long that it nearly pulled them away from his body completely.
"Come on, bitch," he hissed. "I'm not going to wait all night. I'm going to fuck you now, and this time I don't give a shit whether you're in the mood or not."
"Frank, look. You've been drinking and...." she contorted her face in a wild mask of fear as though she were trapped by a mad rapist.
"That's right, you cock-teaser," he cut her off. "I've been drinking and thinking, and I'm through with both. It's time for fucking. Let's go."
She started to rise from the couch, and when she was on her feet, she made a break for the door to make her fear appear more real because she knew they would both enjoy it more if she played it well. She hadn't taken two steps when her lust enraged husband grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, forcing her head down and kissing her brutally on the lips. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but his hair pulling forced it open, and he wormed his tongue deeply into her throat. With his free hand he reached around to her back and fumbled with her white cotton blouse, pulling the buttons off and ripping the clothing from her body. Still holding her by the hair, he pulled her away from him, and leered at her voluptuous mountainous breasts, tightly held together and pushed up high on her chest by her bra.
"You got great tits, honey," he said lewdly. "Let's see 'em without that stupid bra."
"Frank, you're hurting me. Please, stop before...." she groaned.
He cut her off again with another brutal kiss, and his free hand reached behind her again, unfastening the bra strap and ripping it over her trembling arms. Without their restraining cups, her milky-white breasts fell softly to her chest, nipples sex-taut against her will. Still holding her by her hair, Frank reached down with his mouth and engulfed one breast in his hotly sucking lips, his wetly flicking tongue licking teasingly over the bright red tip, feeling its hardness throbbing sensuously between his teeth. Despite the fact that Janet was trying as hard as she could to play out the game well, she could not overcome the feeling of desire he was creating. Even so, she tried to appear very much afraid of him, and she tried to get away from his grasp to perhaps tease him into greater and more lewd demands on her.
But he was beyond reason. Again throwing her half-naked body on the couch, he slipped out of his shorts and exposed his massive blue-veined cock, sticking from between his legs like a throbbing blood-filled pole. Janet was growing wet between her legs with her uncontrollable lustful desires and yet slightly afraid that he might hurt her if she teased too much, and she realized that there was no other choice but to submit soon to his sex-crazed need. She had no idea what he might do if she chose to resist too long. She had to time her submission just right. As he walked over to her, she reached to the top of her skirt and pulled at the zipper, hoping that if he saw that she was no longer resisting him, he might become just a little bit more gentle ... then she would fight again and make him even wilder to fuck her.
The zipper stuck, and it seemed that he had not even noticed that she was trying to take it off. He fiercely grabbed her arm and pulled her off the couch and forced her to the floor. Lowering his naked body on top of hers, Frank pressed his lips tightly to hers, one hand massaging her breast and pinching tightly the angry red nipple so hard that she winced in real pain. His hand left her breast and roamed quickly down her nude and throbbing belly, kneading hotly at his handfuls of her soft belly flesh, his hand inching its way slowly to the top hem of her skirt. When his fingers came to her cloth protection, he passed over it quickly and rubbed her cunt mound fiercely through her skirt, pulling the front of it over her knees and thighs. Reaching still farther down with his arm, he placed his hand on the inside of her quivering thighs and brought it up to her panties under her dress, bunching the bottom of her skirt up around her waist.
For a brief moment he rubbed his hands along the nylon covered slit of her vagina, causing her lust-produced vaginal juices to seep wetly through her panties and onto his hand.
His face was on her stomach now, one hand caressing her heaving breast and pinching her nipple with such tightness that her whole body jerked in delicious pain. His mouth was sucking her belly, huge mouthfuls of flesh being kneaded by his strong lips. He was sucking so hard that red marks were left as he moved his mouth closer and closer to her eagerly twitching cunt, still covered by her panties.
Reaching up under her dress to the thin elastic crotch band of her panties, he felt a surge of excitement as his hand reached the first wisps of her fleecy cuntal hair, and finger-walked itself inside her panties and probed into her cum-washed pussy slit. As her hips and ass twitched with the lustful pinching of her nipple, he slipped her panties from under her buttocks and pulled them to her knees, forcing the bottom of her skirt away from her asscheeks on the return motion of his cum-soaked hand.
Janet could feel the fire in her loins burn nearly out of control, but she was still afraid that her husband would hurt her. Yet, weirdly, she wanted him too, wanted to feel his searing massive rod pulsing in her cunt, but he was so aroused by their sexual game that her own lust had been subdued by the terrible fear she had of things getting out of hand and of actually being rape-fucked beyond their normal bounds. There was no mercy in her husband's cuntal probe, only the wet, slippery finger-fucking of his thick fingers between her juice-lubricated pussy lips.
Her legs opened as much as they could with her panties around her knees, assuming that she could still make him believe that she was momentarily through resisting his desire to fuck her.
His mouth reached her thighs, and she trembled her body as his tongue lashed out along her pubic hair. Undulating her hips, a wave of hotly licking fire coursed through her cunt walls as she thought that her husband was now going to worm his tongue up inside her pussy-hole.
"No, please Frank," she whimpered, knowing it would drive him wild. "Don't put your mouth there. Not down there!"
Not a chance, baby, thought Frank. He knew that the feeling of his tongue throbbing through her cunt and his lips sucking and pressing her pussy lips would turn her on, and the last thing he wanted was to make her cum before he fucked her. He wanted to tease her tonight, to leave her completely unsatisfied while he himself had all the fun. Then, maybe soon, she would let another guy fuck her while he watched. God, he'd love that, watching another guy fucking the piss out of her beautiful little pussy while she screamed in wild delight beneath him. But she'd always refused. He removed his face from her hungrily sucking cuntal lips and, worming several fingers up into her hotly gushing pussy, he removed her panties from her knees with a single stroke. Janet moaned with a combination of frustration and delight as his fingers wormed their way deeper and deeper into the slippery walls of her cunt passage, his palm cupping her pussy and spreading her cum into the soft dark triangle of her warmly curling pubic hair.
She spread her legs farther apart, waiting for the entry of his rock-hard penis past her cuntal lips. She wanted him fucking her now, wanted to feel his heavily hardened cock thrusting between her pussy lips and reaching to her belly, filling her lust-controlled body with spurt after spurt of his thick, milk-white sperm. Even though she was wild with desire, it was nothing compared to the lust she was feeling in her loins, the lust that built up to greater intensity as he increased the speed of his cunt-fucking fingers. Her hips undulated as she quivered her body, her mind momentarily forgetting that she had not wanted to be fucked so soon. She had wanted to goad him on and on into almost screwing her to death.
She began breathing in short, deep gasps as the fire pressed against her pussy lips, building to orgasm and satisfaction.
He suddenly removed his fingers, and she cooed softly as she thought that at last, she would feel his thick, long penis thrust deep up into her impatiently waiting cunt. She bent her knees and spread her legs, offering to her husband the pinkly glistening little hole of her hotly yearning cunt well.
Instead of straddling her as he usually did, Frank again kissed her brutally on the ovaled full lips of her mouth and smiled sadistically.
"Roll over on you stomach, baby. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass."
A wave of shock blasted at Janet's mind. Her husband couldn't be serious. It was such an obscene act, so wild and perverse.
"No," she said softly, squirming her hips and keeping her legs open. "I want you to fuck my cunt, darling. Please, I need your big beautiful cock in my pussy."
Her husband only laughed slightly. Leaning over her, he teased her cuntal lips with his finger, barely entering the hot open folds of her cum-gushing lips. His finger barely entered her vagina, and as he teased his hand along her quivering split, he taunted her.
"You want something in your cunt?" he asked, thrusting his fingers deeply into her quickly, and just as quickly removing them.
"Christ, yes, For God's sake, Frank, God, I want your cock in my cunt."
The little-boy smile on his face only added to his taunting.
Yeah, that's what I thought you might like. Tough, he thought. If he kept her frustrated enough she would soon agree to letting another guy join in and fuck her too.
Grabbing her at her ankles, he twisted her legs, flopping her body on her stomach. Still hoping that he would not fuck her in the rectum, she kept her legs open and her hotly twitching cunt exposed to tempt him there. She felt his fingers lightly stroke her slippery, sucking pussy lips, and wave after wave of searing desire raced through her body, concentrating on her cuntal lips. She had to be fucked, and the thought of his massive hardness plunging into her tiny little asshole was so weirdly odd to her that she put it out of her mind as actually being impossible that he would try to fuck her there.
Resting on his knees between her spread-eagled legs, Frank gasped with lustful delight at the firm fleshy cheeks of his quivering wife's ass. Her pink pussy lips were open, and the cum that was lubricating the smooth, inner walls was reflecting the lighting like small jewels. The soft, curl-fringed lips had throbbed open wide, yearning for the deep thrust of his long, thick cock. Lasciviously running his finger along the outer split of her vagina, he watched with glee as her body thrashed slightly, expecting him at any moment to fuck his cock up into the warm wet folds of her cunt. Bending down, he lashed out with his tongue along her cuntal split and felt her body stiffen for the expected cunt fuck.
Lifting his head, he grabbed her asscheeks and spread them open as far as he could, finding her tightly flexed anus as he probed between the nakedly trembling flesh of her buttocks with his fingers. He could see that she had constricted her ass muscles, thinking that if it were made to look too small, he would abandon his idea and fuck her cunt instead. No way, he thought to himself. No way!
Holding his thickly pulsing cock with one hand, he forced the cheeks of her ass wider apart and pressed the huge bulbous head of it up into the tiny puckered opening of her ass. At first he thought that it actually wouldn't fit. God, she had a beautifully tight little asshole. Thrusting his entire body forward, he heard her grunt aloud as he popped his heavily throbbing cockhead just up inside her vainly straining sphincter ring. Then, slowly, relentlessly, he burrowed deeper and deeper into her ass, inch by spongily yielding inch, until he had rammed his lust-inflamed pole its full length up into her tightly squeezing rectal hole.
Beneath him, Janet squirmed and thrashed in wild frustration as his over-sized rod seemed to stretch her anal hole apart, and searing waves of wide-splitting pressure shot through her lower body. He had actually fucked it all the way up into her back there. And despite the discomfort, like constipation, she was feeling in her ass, there was still the lustful fire she knew would not be satisfied by an ass fuck. She arched her body up, trying to rub her cuntal lips on the floor in an effort to ease the burning desire her ass-raping husband had so deliberately created in her cunt. But his muscular body kept her flat on her belly, and as he increased the tempo of fucking her ass, she whimpered softly, praying for some sort of miracle that would quench the hotly burning hunger in her pussy.
Frank smiled to himself as he pistoned his cock down into her tightly locked little asshole again and again. God, he thought, she's tight and it feels so good. Quickening his deep, inward thrusting, he threw his head back as he felt his sperm rise from his testicles and race along the length of his darkly buried shaft. Again and again, deeper and deeper into her widely stretched ass he fucked his lust-inflamed cock.
His hotly waiting sperm gushed wetly out from his cock deep up into his wife's desperately milking young asshole. Jet after jet flowed from his insanely jerking testicles and poured from his cock through Janet's hungrily grinding ass-cheeks, his wife's body thrashing nakedly about in a vain attempt to experience some of the sexual release he was feeling. The thought of the wild, perverse ass-fuck she was receiving was making her cunt burn even more, and her own cunt gushed wetly out into her vaginal walls for the fuck that it was not to receive.
Finally she noticed that he had slowed his movements, and eventually he ceased them all together. The sense of relief she felt as he slipped out his rectum stretching cock was countered by the unfulfilled yearning in her cunt, and she hoped that now that Frank had done what he wanted, he would turn her over and fuck her hotly waiting pussy-hole.
She was horrified as she turned herself over on her back and watched him dress from up between her bent and open legs.
"Sorry, Janet," he said in mock sympathy. "I've already blown my wad. I think I'm done for the night. Why don't you use your own fingers in that twitching little cunt of yours?"
"You bastard," she hissed. The desire to be fucked to wild, screaming orgasm she was feeling made her unable to think clearly.
"Listen," he said, ignoring her and knowing full well she would soon be hot and frustrated enough to let another guy fuck her. "I'm going out. I need a drink and I don't think I want it here. No need to wait up for me. I've really no idea when I'll be home."
He quickly dressed and walked out the door, leaving his sobbing unfulfilled wife sprawled lewdly on the floor. How could he have done such a thing? she thought, unaware of what he had in mind. What did I do to deserve being left so frustrated like this!
Summoning all her strength, she brought herself to her feet and massaging her painfully stretched asscheeks. Inadvertently she rubbed her hungrily twitching cunt with her hands, and when she realized what she was doing, she wrenched her hand away. She had to talk to someone.
Dressing quickly, she called her best friend, Susan Benton.
"Susan," she said when her friend answered the phone. "This is Janet. Are you alone tonight?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact I am. What's the matter?"
"Can I spend the night with you? Frank and I ... well, we had a fight arid he walked out, and I don't want to be here when he gets home."
She hoped Susan would not press her too deeply on the details. Janet didn't want to think of what had just happened to her herself, and she was sure she didn't want to be alone. Susan was unmarried, and the two girls had known each other since high school. She would offer a shoulder to cry on, if it actually came to that.
"Why, of course you can stay with me.
And I promise I won't pry into the trouble if you don't want me to. You can stay here as long as you think necessary."
After thanking her, Janet hung up. It was only three blocks to Susan's house, and on the way, Janet tried to regain control. She really had no idea of what she could do to save her marriage, if, indeed, it was worth saving. She hoped that perhaps an objective person like Susan could come up with a solution.
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CHAPTER TWO
Janet was glad that she had let Susan talk her into taking a vacation away from Frank for a weekend. "Sometimes it's good to get away from each other, especially if there are problems. Even married people get tired of each other," she had said. As Janet, Susan and Tony Morgon, Susan's date for almost the entire weekend, sat in a gay, Dixieland band nightclub on Bourbon Street in New Orleans, Janet had almost forgotten the terrible humiliation that had started as a game less than a week ago with her husband. When she had told him that she wanted to get away for a while, he actually seemed to think that it was a good idea. He had even brought up the fact that it would be good for her to go out and get herself fucked good by another guy and it had slowly dawned on her that maybe that was what had been bothering him lately. She knew a lot of husbands liked to watch their wives getting fucked by strange men and Frank had alluded to it several times in their lovemaking. He had skirted around the subject several times but she had not paid much attention and had passed it off as the after-math of his passion. She had to admit that she had wondered what it would be like sometimes, having a stranger's huge, lust-hardened cock fucking deep up inside her. Would it feel like Frank's? Could he make her cum? How would it feel if her own husband was watching while the guy fucked her crazy? Well, maybe if that was what he wanted, she would try her best to make him happy even though she would have to push herself to do it. It was so much against all the things she had considered right before. God, the thought of another man fucking her while her own husband watched made chills run up and down her spine. Well, enough of that, what comes, will come!
Watching the people have fun, laughing and singing along with their favorites as the Dixieland jazz band played several sets, Janet felt as though she were in another world. For the most part, Janet had been content to just walk around with Susan and Tony, happy to be in a new city and away from the daily chores of being Frank's wife. It was hard to believe that the two girls would be leaving the next afternoon. It was like a dream, and Janet wished she would never have to wake up from it.
The night was young, and Susan and Tony had started to dance to the music almost as soon as the trio walked into the night club, leaving Janet alone to listen to the band.
Allen Dana had been watching Janet ever since she had walked into the night club. Her high proud breasts, full round face, flaring hips and long shapely legs accented by her skirt rising half way up her thighs were exactly to his liking, and even though he could plainly see that she was wearing a wedding band, he was not about to let a little piece of metal stop him. Hell, he'd had his share of married women. Most of the time, women's husbands were not nearly as muscular as he was, and very few of the ones he had met had his suave. Besides, it was obvious that this girl was not with her husband anyway. He finished his drink and walked across the room to Janet's table.
"Good evening," he said by way of introduction. "My name is Allen Dana. I couldn't help but notice that you were sitting all alone, and such things are not done in a New Orleans night club. Would you care to dance?"
Janet looked up at the man, tanned and very handsome, well dressed and as polite as anyone she had met in her weekend in the city. It was true that she felt alone with Susan and Tony, and there was nothing about this man that seemed threatening. After all, she had come to New Orleans to have fun.
"Thank you," she said, feeling her face flush slightly at the thought that a total stranger could be so nice to her. "I would very much like to dance."
In the quickly passing hours, Janet and Allen made small talk about their lives. He was a banking executive from Los Angeles spending a short time in New Orleans. Janet only casually mentioned that she was married. She did not think it would be in good taste to tell the man that she was having problems with her marriage and that her own husband had suggested she let another guy fuck her.
Finally, the band played its final number, and many of the people left for other places as the night club made ready to close. Allen and Janet sat at their table for one last drink.
"You know," said Allen softly, "I think you're a very attractive woman."
Janet could feel an illicit thrill of delight ripple through her body at being complimented by a strange man who was not her husband. As he lightly placed his hand on hers, she felt her chest tighten against her swelling breasts, her nipples pressing against her bra. She noticed that Allen had sat so his knees touched her half-naked thighs, and the silence and low lighting added a touch of sensuality. She looked at him with her deep, full brown eyes, and it seemed so natural that she should kiss him that she did it without thought, pressing her lips against his, opening them to allow his tongue to enter past her teeth and into her throat. Maybe this would be the guy, she thought hazily. Well, let's see what happens.
They stood up and started to walk out the door, heading the few short blocks to Janet and Susan's hotel. Earlier, Susan had told her that she would not be spending the night at the hotel, and Susan had winked at her as her friend told her that she could have the room all to herself, if she wanted it.
Janet had not known what she meant then, but as she and Allen walked the busy street, she was actually glad that her friend had given her that bit of information. It was heaven to be held so warmly by Allen, his arm lightly but firmly around her narrow waist and her arm hooked around his. Vibrant sensations coursed through her body and up between her thighs as she thought of actually spending the night with him. She had never cheated on her husband, and as a matter-of-fact, was a virgin when she married him. But Allen was so gentle and understanding, and with her own husband's off-handed suggestion about another guy fucking her, she had cast her morals out of her mind.
As they reached her hotel, she turned to face him before walking in the door. Holding both of his hands, she let him kiss her passionately, his hands creeping along her ribs and resting softly on her full round breast, kneading it. She brought her hand to his and pressed it more tightly against her body, enjoying the rush of blood racing to her tightening nipples. Bringing her hands to his face, she held his head against her sensuous lips and thrilled to his tongue worming its way deep into her mouth. A ripple of lascivious delight coursed through her body as she was suddenly aware of his hand resting on her buttocks and inching its way around to the front of her short skirt, reaching to the inside of her thigh and moving along her trembling leg toward her now quivering cuntal region. She very much wanted to open her legs wide to someone who could fuck her to satisfaction, someone who was as gentle as Frank had been brutal that night.
Allen brought his face away from hers and whispered in her ear.
"God, Janet, I need you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Let's go inside."
She smiled sensually at the man, his hand still creeping and rubbing her inner thigh, the lustfully whispered words setting aflame strong desires in her vagina. His hand on her breast was gently pinching her sex-taut nipple, and she could think of nothing but the fact that she wanted nothing more than to be fucked by this stranger as her husband had suggested.
She reached out her hands and kissed him again, but suddenly a wave of guilt overcame her.
Allen's hands were working her entire body into a state of sexual passion that had clouded her sense of decency and morality. It was wrong to even think of sleeping with a man who was not her husband, let alone actually doing it. The thought of this stranger named Allen actually touching her soft and sensuous body while they lay together naked in bed became wrong, even though her own husband had suggested it, and with a violent surge of will, she pulled herself away from the lightly caressing hands of her potential lover.
"No, please, I can't. I just...."
"Janet," called Allen after her as she ran into the hotel. He was left standing at the door not knowing what to think. The sensations he had felt as his hands ran nearly the full length of her soft and firm legs, and the memory of her well-rounded breast easily cupped in his gentle hand had forced his penis to swell painfully inside his pants, and for a moment he thought that he should perhaps follow her. After all, she had one of the most perfect bodies he had ever seen. Even after she left, he could see in his mind the graceful curves of her breasts and hips, her easily swaying hips, and the firm flesh of her buttocks. Then he thought the better of it. Hell, New Orleans was full of women who would fuck him without putting up a struggle. He didn't need some cock-teasing bitch. He walked off down the street.
Running up the two flights of stairs to her room, Janet quickly opened the door and threw herself onto her bed. Burying her face in the pillow, she cried silently to herself. How could she have let herself go so far with Allen, a stranger she had only met hours ago. Waves of lustful intent were still eddying through her body, throbbing desires created by the touch of Allen's hand close, so close to her eager cuntal lips, eager for some sort of revenge against her husband who had humiliated her. She had actually enjoyed his hands running along her legs, his fingers pinching her breast and nipple in a way her husband had not done since the first weeks they were married. And his kiss ... Janet's lips were trembling still at the memory of Allen's mouth bruising firmly on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her and unleashing desires that had been hidden for many months, desires that Frank aroused but for some strange reason, never satisfied anymore.
Janet tried to collect her lascivious thoughts as She lifted her face from the pillow and forced herself to stop crying. She wished Allen hadn't said those lewdly obscene words to her. I want to fuck you. The thrillingly perverse thoughts that he had inspired in her sexually clouded mind had not left her even after she had run away from him, and her nipples ached blissfully from his lustfully delightful massaging. Her cuntal area was burning with the small droplets of cum he had evoked from her as he ran his hand slowly up and under her short skirt, and even as she was thinking of how wicked it was that she had allowed him to touch her the way he had, there was no denying the fact that physically she had wanted him. If he had pressed her into letting him come to her room, she knew that there would have been no way that she could have refused his demands.
God, what was happening to her? She had really believed that she could solve her marriage problems by letting another man fuck her crazy just because her husband wanted her to let one do it.
The blood coursing through her body had covered her with a thin film of sticky perspiration in the sultry New Orleans night air, and she felt constricted by her tight skirt and pantyhose. She was actually feeling exhausted, at least mentally. She thought of her friend, Susan, and how she had been able to just walk away with Tony. What could they be doing? Almost as soon as she had asked herself, she realized it was obvious. Susan was a year younger than Janet, and nearly as pretty. Often in Westchester she spent nights with many men. Susan had mentioned many times that she enjoyed the sexual freedom of not being married, and she wanted to take full advantage of her availability. The thought of Susan offering her nakedly spread body willingly and fully to Tony brought a new wave of illicit thrills to Janet's curvaceous body. She tried to put it out of her mind, but no matter how hard she tried, and no matter now hard she wanted to focus her attention on the memory of her dark and muscular husband, she could not forget the sight of Allen, tall and blond, his powerful hands creeping to her cunt. He wanted to make love to me, she thought. He wanted to fuck me in my own hotel room, and I wanted him to fuck me ... and my husband wanted me to let him fuck me ... I wish he had been more forceful. If I were given another chance, there would be no hesitation. She was ashamed to realize that she wanted his heavily throbbing cock fucking deep in her wide-split vagina, fearful that she needed to feel his hands roaming over her sensuous body, engulfing her breasts, probing her pussy lips, bringing her to her full potential as a sexually vibrant woman.
Her obscene and perverse thoughts were torturing her mind. She had to forget that such a thing had ever happened. She would go to bed, and hope that in the morning she was able to put such illicit pleasures out of her mind. She was Frank's wife, and that was all there was to it. With a firm resolve that even if her husband wanted her to, never to allow another man to touch her the way Allen had, she prepared to undress for bed.
However, even though she had made up her mind that she must save herself for her husband, she had not convinced her body. As she removed her tight confining blouse, she was surprised with a strong sensual desire piercing her body as her hand accidentally brushed past her breast. A wave of feverish delight coursed her chest as she gasped at its intensity. She barely touched her breast nipples and already the memory of Allen's hand caressing her body returned with a totally encompassing passion. Her blood-swollen breasts pushed outward against her bra, and she hoped that by removing it, she might be able to alleviate these new obscene passions forming in her vagina. As she removed the confining cotton lace, her breasts became even more swollen, and her nipples ached so that she massaged them, trying to relieve the blissful pain. As she brought her trembling hands to her heaving chest, she found that her passions were only increased. The fire of her loins was building to such an intensity that she was becoming frightened. She could feel her cuntal lips becoming warm and wet with her lewdly produced lubrication, and she quickly removed her skirt and nylon pantyhose to relieve the perverse desires they were creating by rubbing against her aching cuntal lips. Her naked thighs rubbing together only added to her obscene desires, and she spread her legs open in hopes of relieving them.
This is wrong, she thought to herself. I know what I'm thinking, and I must become strong. It's wrong to finger-fuck yourself. It's wrong to masturbate. Stop now, before it's too late.
Throwing herself backward on the bed, she took deep breaths, heaving her luscious and firm breasts with slow and steady rhythms as she tried to regain control of her lustfully yearning body. Without knowing what she was doing, she placed her hands on the warm mountains of her breasts, caressing them gently and trying to think of her husband doing it to her. It was no use. She could think of nothing but Allen's hand resting on her chest, her own hand holding his tightly against her as he pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. In sympathetic memory, she pinched her nipple and was suddenly pierced with a fervent and overwhelming desire to run her hands down the quivering length of her sex-sensitive body. As her fingers lightly touched her rib cage, she undulated her hips, unable to remove from her mind the sensations that Allen's fingers had sent coursing through her body as he came so close to her now trembling cunt. Her fingers ran lightly over her nylon panties, and as they came into the first contact of her covered vaginal mound, she felt the warm stickiness of her feminine juices which had soaked through the thin protection. Reaching further down, she cupped her throbbing vagina with her full palm, rubbing her panties in small circles against her wanton and cum-dripping pussy lips.
Wave after lustful wave seared through her body as her cunt caressing hand inched the wet elastic band away from her constricting belly and exposed her dark fleecy mound of tangled cuntal hair. She was pinching her nipple with her free hand, massaging her full breast with a violent passion she had never felt when she and Frank were in bed together.
Her pussy rubbing hand had nearly removed her panties from her vaginal lips, and for the first time she felt the soft wisps of her fleecy cuntal hair. The touch of her hand on her pubic mound sent an unbelievably strong wave of eager delight through her quivering cuntal lips, and she inserted her fingers into the velvety-soft layers of her love-juice soaked vagina, reaching underneath her cum-soaked elastic panty band and ripping it along her twitching legs, dropping it on the floor next to her bed. Her legs opened at her revolving hips, and she bent them at the knees, spreading them as far apart as she could, opening her cuntal hole for easy access of her fingers. Cupping her hotly throbbing cunt with her hand, she inserted her fuck finger past the sucking folds of her slippery, pink pussy lips, reaching with her arm so that she could enter the desire-laden passage to its fullest depths.
A throaty moan escaped from her lips as a convulsive burning raced through her body at her deep self-penetration. She was breathing in short quick gasps, and the heaving of her chest pressed her sensitive breasts against her massaging hand, forcing the tight, bright red nipple between her fingers and sending a powerful wave of fire to her loins.
Her buttocks were grinding on the bed, and she could only think of one thought: Allen's lewdly whispered I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.
She didn't want to stop her self-cunt fucking now. Thrills of obscene excitement surged through her loins as she flexed her hotly quivering thighs upwards to plunge her fingers deeper into the slippery sucking walls of her vagina. Another moan of intense ecstasy escaped her parched lips as her hips increased their thrashing against her cum wet fingers deep in the forbidden folds of her cuntal lips. Her vagina massaging palm was covering her dark inverted pubic triangle with glistening droplets of lust-produced lubrication, and her hips were gyrating in rhythm with her revolving hand.
Her open wet vagina was tingling with a burning arousal, and pinpricks of total pleasure stabbed through her cuntal region as she lifted her head and inserted her sex-taut nipple in her mouth, her tongue lapping at the hard tip of her throbbing and heaving breast. Plunging her fingers as deeply as she could into the desire moistened hole of her grinding vagina, she felt an overpowering surge of lustful delight as she at last came into contact with her self-aroused button of her slippery clitoris.
"Ummmmmm...." she moaned softly as she rubbed fiercely the blood-hardened knob with her agile fingers, worming another finger into the throbbing folds of her undulating vagina. The warm moistness of her lust produced cum seared her forearm as she lifted her hips and allowed the sticky warmth to flow down her wrist. Her cunt was writhing against her self fucking hand, and she pictured Allen's thick, blood-engorged cock plunging in and out of her hotly grinding pussy-hole. His urgently lewd words raced through her mind as she fucked her passion-slippery cunt up against her hand again and again: I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. She wished he were with her.
She forced a third and fourth eager finger into the wet, viscous opening of her hotly throbbing pussy, thrilling at the building pressures forcing their way from deep within her vagina and speeding to her sucking cuntal lips. Her vagina swallowed them hungrily, revolving and gyrating rhythmically against her cum-drenched hand, her inner vaginal walls contracting tightly around the thrusting hardness of her penetrating digits. Ramming them desperately against the juice-soaked throbbing hardness of her clitoral bud, she spiraled her hips and arched her tingling back as she removed her blissfully hardened breast nipple from her mouth and thrashed her body on the bouncing mattress. Powerful surges of heated pleasure rushed through her body as she increased the tempo of her self-fucking, battering her asscheeks against the yielding cushion of her bed, grinding her desire-maddened hotly sticky cunt against her plunging fingers like a woman possessed.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her head against the pillow as she felt the burning fires build to overwhelming intensity. It seemed to Janet that the room was spinning around her, and she suddenly opened her unseeing eyes as flashes of light exploded in her mind and her totally thrashing body was engulfed by an overwhelming surge of blissful pleasure waving through her and gripping her mercilessly in rebounding sensual delight.
"Uh, uh, uh ... Uhhhh ... I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg!" she chanted mindlessly to an imaginary lover as her body jerked and bucked under the incredible totality of her self-induced orgasm. Flood after searingly lustful flood of sensual ecstasy washed through her thrashing body in continuous succession until she thought she would die from the totality of her perverse actions, her fingers working her vaginal walls viciously as she drew from deep within her depth every drop of hot sticky cum she could produce, until, at last and all too soon, it was over, her body slowing its gyrating movements and her trembling legs straightened, covered with the hybrid mixtures of her cuntal juices and perspiration. Her soft fleshy inner thighs were drenched with the seeping cum emanating still from her sex-sensitive pussy lips, her fingers wet and sticky with her illicit cum as she rubbed them clean in the tangled mass of her vaginal hair. Tremors quivered through her as she withdrew her fingers, her still swollen breasts heaving as she tried to regain her normal breath. For long minutes she lay motionless on the cum-soaked bed, her legs parted as she dwelled on the lascivious thrill coursing through her trembling body. As she managed to gain control of her mind, a powerfully strong sense of guilt and remorse waved through her.
What would her husband say if he ever found out? She was overcome with fear at the thought that he might actually find out that he had married someone who acted like nothing more than a common slut, someone who had allowed herself like he suggested to be kissed and touched by a strange man, and had gone so far as to allow wild thoughts of him fucking her to make herself cum with the obscene act of lewd masturbation.
Janet felt the tears welling in her eyes again. What could have possibly come over her? What sort of sick, depraved person was she? Now that the intense pleasure she had been feeling subsided, she saw herself with naked clarity. Harsh reality crimsoned her cheeks in a fierce flush of total humiliation. That she had left her husband for the weekend was bad enough, but to have succumbed to her own lewdly induced desires, to allow herself to be fondled by a strange man, to actually encourage him to press his hands on her breasts and eagerly spread her legs so that he could inch his hands toward her hungrily yearning cunt, and finally, and most tragically of all, to resort to finger-fucking her own passion-flooded pussy and actually enjoying it....
She knew she would never feel the same way about herself again. Never had she allowed herself to reach such extreme self-induced delights, and her only lewd impulse to finger and play with her own traitorous vagina, to experience the full extent of masturbation. And she knew that the worst thing of all was not that she had wanted her husband to fuck her but Allen instead. It had been his throbbing penis she imagined thrusting into her yearning pussy lips.
A fresh stream of tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks. It was no use. Tears could never wash away the shame and self-loathing she had brought upon herself. Nothing could, and she was forced to realize that what had happened to her had been her own fault. She sobbed herself to sleep, not bothering to crawl between the blankets as her nude body tossed in a fitful, dream-filled sleep where hundreds of hotly spurting cocks were splashing their whitely spewing sperm all over her nakedly writhing body....
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CHAPTER THREE
Chain smoking her third cigarette, Janet passed along the full length of the living room. Knowing that Frank would be home any minute, she kept looking at the clock. Time passes so slowly when you wish it would hurry by, she thought to herself. She had not seen Frank since she returned home earlier in the day. He had already left for work. In a sense, she was actually glad that he had gone, as it left her alone to try and regain her self-esteem, to compose herself after that horrible night which seemed now to be so long ago. It was hard to believe that less than twenty four hours ago she had been held by Allen, had allowed him to touch her in that lewd and obscene manner, and had resorted to that awful perverse act of finger fucking herself. The mere thought of Allen's hands wandering up the hem of her skirt and inching between her trembling legs sent shudders tingling through her body.
Ever since she had returned home late this morning, she had busied herself with routine housework, hoping that by keeping occupied, she would be able to hide her fears that somehow Frank would find out that she had done those terrible things. She knew he would ask her questions about the trip, and she was truly afraid that even though she would say she had fun, trembling in her voice would give her away.
But the housework hadn't worked, and in the middle of the afternoon, she decided to give up and take a shower. As she stood under the hot running water, the relaxing wet warmth on her still aching nude body eased her mind, and she got an idea. It had been a long time since she and Frank had gone out to dinner together, and she really didn't feel like cooking anyway. As soon as she had finished her shower, she called the New York Brown Derby restaurant and made two reservations for later that evening. She knew Frank liked the Brown Derby. In fact, it had been a favorite of his when they were going out together, though she and Frank had been there only once since they had been married. She reasoned that it might be a nice start to resume their marriage again.
Still, Frank might be late tonight, as he'd had been all too frequently before Janet had left on her weekend. She hoped that he wouldn't be.
She had felt so good after taking her shower and making the reservations that she decided to get dressed up for her husband. She had a tight fitting black dress she wore only on special occasions, and she figured that if tonight was not a special occasion, nothing ever would be. Frank often told her he liked the way the dress accented the curves of her body, the low neck line exposing much of her breast cleavage, and her arms gracefully flowed from the sleeveless sides. Fitting her curvaceous body like black skin, the dress did nothing to hide the perfect shape of her narrow waist, and heightened the gentle flair of her well-formed hips. Hardly covering half her thighs, her long and shapely legs jutted from the dress like the two pillars of soft, firm flesh they were, and the tan colored nylon panty-hose added a distinctive beauty to her lovely calves. Even though she wore no bra, and despite the low, sweeping openness of her neckline, the bra was not visible. The effects were, however. Her breasts were lifted high and proud, their fullness heightened by their being pushed together the way Frank liked them. The dress was tight enough against her sheer lace bra to reveal slightly her nipples, and she smiled to herself that if she happened to get any lustful thoughts, the confining of her dress would have to be removed for comfort. Well, if that didn't satisfy her husband, she might as well give up all together. She had brushed her hair so that its brown fullness gleamed, and she thought the better of touching up her luscious lips until they were ready to leave. Have to save something for a little surprise, she thought.
She was about to light her fourth cigarette when she heard Frank's car pull in the driveway. Right on time for a change. She hoped that he would like her idea of going out to eat. She opened the door and greeted him with a kiss before he had a chance to realize what was happening. Lifting her mouth from his, she held his face and smiled into his eyes.
"Say," he said, noting her sensuous outfit and placing his arms around her soft and slightly quivering waist. "I think you should answer the door like this more often." Kissing her firmly and passionately on her full lips, luscious even despite their lack of lipstick. Lifting his face slightly, he added, "Of course, you better make sure that I'm the one at the door when you do it."
She smiled sensually at him. "What's for dinner, lovely lady."
She took a deep breath. "I didn't make dinner tonight. I thought we might go out for a change. After all," she cooed as she held his face close to hers. "It's been a whole weekend since we've been together."
"Go out to dinner, eh?" he said, nothing in his voice indicating whether or not he approved of the idea. "Where to?"
"The Brown Derby?" she said, her voice controlled so that none of the fear she was feeling would become obvious.
"Say, I like that idea. Yeah, I like that a lot. It's been a long time since we've been there." Janet smiled broadly as she realized a profound sense of satisfaction. It seemed as if her marriage could be saved after all.
Frank put his briefcase on the couch and poured himself a drink. "And you're all ready, I see," he said. "What time did you make reservations for."
"Eight thirty."
"Hummm. Well, it's six now. Of course I have to get ready myself, but I think we have time."
A puzzled look came over the innocent full face of the glamorously dressed wife. "Time for what?" she asked.
"Come here, honey," intoned Frank, a strangely lewd smile on his dark boyish face. "Like you said, it's been a whole week-end. I got sort of lonely with you gone."
"Oh, silly," said Janet, trying to sound a little playful. "We have all night for that. I thought after dinner...."
"After dinner will do just fine as well, but you look great right now, and right now I want you. Come here."
Janet hesitated. True, her husband had not acted the way he had three nights ago when he had actually raped her, but there was a time and a place for everything, and she felt that now was not the time.
"Hey," said Frank, his face losing some of its boyish charm. "What's the matter? Are you trying to tell me that you dress like that for the sole purpose of turning me on, and when I'm turned on, you don't want to do anything? What happened on that trip of yours anyway?"
"Nothing at all," answered Janet a little too hastily.
Frank narrowed his eyes as though deep in thought. "Yeah, that lean believe," he said with a strong hint of condescension in his voice. "I doubt that you would warm up to a total stranger if you won't do it for your husband."
A surge of anger raced through Janet. "Just what do you mean by that?" she asked, surprised at her inner strength.
"What I mean by that, little girl, is that you obviously didn't learn the little lesson I taught you Thursday. When I want to fuck you, I don't want any lip from you."
"I wish you wouldn't remind me of that night," said Janet softly.
"I'll remind you of it until you learn that I mean what I say."
"And I suppose what I want doesn't count."
"You want it," he said harshly. "You want it as bad as I do, but you're too stuck up to admit it."
Janet couldn't believe what she was hearing. In just a few minutes her husband had become transformed from a charming man she loved to some sort of animal. "Please, Frank," she said, almost whining and trying hard to hold back the tears she could feel welling behind her eyes. "Let's go to dinner. Then we can talk about this."
"Eat and talk. Eat and talk. That's all you ever want to do," he hissed. "I'm not hungry right now for anything except you. And I mean to have you."
He refilled his empty glass and swallowed his drink in one gulp. What was the matter with her anyway? She dresses to kill and then practically throws herself at him, and when he reacts she backs away. Well, he'd had enough of this bullshit! She looked just too attractive to wait. He knew she was touchy about making love at times, but he had hoped that he had changed her mind three nights ago. That goddamn trip to New Orleans must have put ideas in her head, that and that sex-pot Susan. He had tried to remain aloof when she told him she was taking a trip to think things out, but in reality he, he had been very hurt that she had wanted to go alone. He thought that some of her coldness might leave her when she got away for a while, but it was obvious now that nothing had changed with her. Fucking frigid cock-teaser! He was going to have to show her again.
"Frank," she said, her voice taking on a whining tone he hated so much. "I think you better stop that drinking. You know you can't handle all that liquor."
That was the last straw. He was going to show her once and for all that it was not a wife's job to criticize her husband.
"I'm sick and tired of your constant nagging!" he said, hiding none to successfully his hurt behind the sudden snarling fury in his voice. His intense hatred shocked Janet, and she fought to control herself.
"If you behaved like a civilized human being instead of like some sort of ... of ... a rutting animal, I might not nag so much!" she retorted, the fury in her eyes blazing with a new-found anger. She had had enough of his constant demands. It was time that he learned that she had her own wants and needs, and even though she enjoyed sex, she was not some sort of sex maniac to be had whenever it suited her husband, and not her.
"You just shut up, you fucking little bitch," Frank hissed as he walked closer to her, his face livid with anger and his feet a little unsteady from the two strong drinks he had made for himself. "I don't need any lessons on how to live from a frigid ice block like you. Any wife that takes off for a week-end the way that you did is in no position to say anything."
"It's obvious that a week-end wasn't enough," Janet snapped back, inching her way back. She was trying to keep her body from trembling. She had never seen Frank so angry, not even that frightful night before the week-end, and she knew she might be forced to do something she didn't want to do. He was a good deal stronger than she was.
He turned away from her and walked back to the small living room bar to pour himself another drink. She took a deep breath as he opened the scotch bottle.
"I think you've had enough," she said, trying to make her voice sound understanding.
"I'll tell you when I've had enough," he answered harshly. "I don't believe you can think at all."
She walked quickly to him and grabbed at the half empty bottle.
"You let go of it, you fucking bitch," he snarled, pulling it toward him. She held on tightly, and as he gave it a second jerk, it slipped from her hand and fell from his grasp, hitting the tile floor and shattering. A light brown liquid formed a little pool in the floor, and flowed toward the rug.
"Now look at what you've done!" she growled, the harsh words forming furiously in her throat. "First you come home and pretend to behave like a normal person, but now I see you for what you really are. A sex-maniac. A lousy, vulgar, drunken sex-maniac. I try to make things nice for you, and this is the thanks I get. A soused lout for a husband!"
Frank stared in disbelief at his wife, and what ever feelings he may have had in the beginning of self-blame faded to give way to a more intense emotion a cold, sharp rage heightened by the alcohol he had drunk so quickly on an empty stomach. Her harsh, sharp words pierced his liquor-fogged mind like a sharp searing spear, and it was all he could do to control his desire to grab her by the throat.. How could she talk to him like this? She was acting like some sort of queen talking to her servant.
"... and let me tell you something, Mr. Williams. Sex is the only thing you ever think about. Sex, sex, sex! Well, buster, let me tell you I'm not some sort of machine that can be turned off and on at your whim. I have my rights too."
"Well, you sure act like a machine," Frank broke in bitterly. "You act like a machine that's always on off. You talk about me and my behavior, but you're like a block of wood. Did you hear that, Miss Know-it-all? A cold, frigid piece of wood."
Frank's spiting words were cut off by a stinging slap across his face. He stared in stinging amazement as he brought his hand to his cheek. She was standing motionless in front of him, her face colorless as her blood drained from it.
"You sanctimonious little bitch! I'll show you who's in charge in this house."
His strong massive fingers gripped her shoulder tightly, and Janet felt a sharp pain shoot through her body. The crazed look of rage she saw in his reddened eyes frightened her more than anything else that had happened, and she felt a powerful feeling of terror course through her body. Her heart was pounding, and suddenly she thought that she had better get away from him as soon as possible. There was no telling what he might do in his drunken rage. Fighting to overcome the searing pain in her shoulder, she tried to soothe him into letting go of her.
"Frank, please, darling. I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was saying. Let's go eat and...."
"Food! That's all you want to think about isn't it. Well I'll put a new idea into that empty head of yours."
His lips bruised down on hers, and she clamped her teeth shut as she felt his tongue try to worm its way into her. Vainly she tried to struggle and break away from his brutal wet kiss, but his strong hungry lips were locked tightly against her unreceptive mouth, and she could not prevent his probing fierce wetness from entering her. The swirling hardness forced its way into the warm depths of her mouth and revolved around in her inert organ. With a desperate strength, Janet managed to break away from her lust-enraged husband's brutal kiss and ran for the front door. He ran ahead of her and locked it, pushing her aside and causing her to fall to the floor.
"Now I got you," he hissed, a lewdly sadistic smile on his livid face.
His lascivious taunt cut deep ruts of fear in Janet, and she regained the venomous hatred she had tried to control moments before. I don't have to be treated like this she thought, as she stood up and walked to her drunken husband. She tried to slap him again but he grabbed her hand in midair and slapped her, hitting her against her open jaw with enough force so that he almost believed that he might have broken it.
Janet flew across the room and fell, pressing her head to the floor. Frank stared in disbelief at his wife. He had really not meant to hit her, and it was something he had never done. His anger faded quickly as he thought he might have actually hurt her badly.
"Janet...." he called out softly, his voice hoarse. There was no answer.
"Janet, honey, are you all right?" he asked, fear causing his voice to quiver and tremble. He bent down and touched her, and was greatly relieved that she responded to his touch. At least she was conscious. He fought to control his rage and forced himself to speak softly. He turned her over on her back and was actually greatly relieved when she opened her eyes, despite the unadulterated loathing she was able to project from her limpid brown pools.
"Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with?" she asked, her soft and even voice dripping with disgust and venomous hatred.
Frank jerked back, struck with the harsh cruelness of her words. The bitch. He had been genuinely concerned for her, and this was how he was repaid. His face contorted into a savage mask of brutal hatred.
"You little cunt, you better believe I'll get it over with. Play games with me, will you...."
He pursed his blood-drained lips in bestial fury and reached to the neckline of her dress, locking his fingers between the deep cleavage of her heaving breasts and pulling it with all his lust-enraged might, ripping her tight black dress off her body and exposing her sheer cotton bra and trembling legs, quivering frightfully beneath her panty-hose. With another mighty tear of his furious fingers, he ripped her bra from her body, and forced her flat on the floor, his hands brutally rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples with all his fury. The pain was intense, and Janet let out a shriek of agony as a tearing stab of pain raced through her body. Frank brought his mouth lustfully on her own warm wet lips in a brutal kiss of hate and passion.
Lifting himself off her trembling body, he towered over her as she lay on the floor, trying desperately to hold back her tears. Frank smiled terrifyingly as he took full sight of her nakedly exposed breasts, creamy white and heaving under his angry stare, the bright red nipples becoming hard against Janet's will. Whimpering, Janet tried to hide her nakedness from her husband's lewdly lustful eyes, but as she crossed her hands across her chest to protect her breasts from his glaring look, he again bent down and hooked his hand under the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and yanked it from her hips, pulling along with it her pink bikini panties and revealing her dark quivering mound of vaginal hair and her twitching inner thighs.
She was beyond fear now, and she braced herself for what she thought would surely be the most degrading thing that had ever happened to her. She held her breath and closed her eyes as she saw him unbuckling his belt, presumably to drop his pants to the floor for his rape.
She was totally surprised at what actually happened. Instead of his forceful weight pressing on her naked body, she felt the sharp sting of his belt searing across her already sensitive breasts, and she opened her eyes as he raised his hand again for another sadistic crack. This time the beating lashed across her thighs, and the stinging tip of his belt whipped at her pussy lips.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Janet screamed in terror as another razor-sharp blow lashed across her pulsing belly, and still another, leaving bright red welts near the throbbing, aching tips of her heaving breasts. She rolled over on her stomach, protecting her more sensitive areas from his cruel beating. Still another lash seared across her naked buttocks, and she struggled weakly to pull herself away from his seemingly never ending blows. Her whole body was stinging from his senseless beating, and her throat was dry and choked with rattling sobs. There was no escape, and angry red welts were rising on her body, he finally stopped and lowered his pants, revealing the huge, fully-erect shaft of his lust-hardened cock. Her eyes were glued to its pulsing hardness, and she swallowed in terror as she knew he was going to rape for real now.
"Now maybe you'll pay a little more attention to what your husband says," he said, his voice laden with hatred and anger.
Janet was livid with fear and hatred, but she was too weak to say anything to him. She had suffered the ultimate humiliation of being beaten by her husband, and nothing would ever make her forget it. This wasn't the man she had married. This was some lust-crazed animal, a venomous stranger, saturated with uncontrollable rage. What could have changed him from the gentle man she once knew? Even though it may have been true that she nagged him occasionally, and sometimes refused his attentions, nothing she had done could be grounds for this violence toward her.
Her thoughts were cut off abruptly by the realization that his hands were on the aching rounded whiteness of her silky buttocks, squeezing and kneading the firm mounds of resilient flesh. A shiver of abhorrence raced through her and she tried to press her pelvis tightly to the floor to attempt an escape from his unwanted penis.
"Don't move, bitch," he barked as though he were talking to a dog. Digging his fingers into the warm skin of her soft backside, his voice and strength ended her opposition. Not that there was anything she could have done anyway. He was much stronger than she was, and she couldn't stand anymore pain. She spread her legs and allowed his wandering hands to crudely torture the stinging flesh of her thighs and cuntal lips, biting her lip as he made no attempt to be gentle while he thrust his massive fingers deeply into her dry vagina. His dripping lips were pressing against hers, and he was savagely massaging her breast with his muscular hand. The depth of his fingers brutally rammed into her unready cuntal folds sent a searing shock of pain coursing through her loins, and as he plunged his hand into her vagina again and again, she let out another scream of sheer agony.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh! No! no!" she couldn't stop herself from crying in utter pain. He removed his wet mouth from hers and moved quickly down her shaking body, and for one brief horrible moment, she thought he was going to do something so totally perverse and obscene to her that she didn't want to think about it. Was he actually going to suck at her pussy lips with his mouth? The thought filled her with horror, but it seemed more and more real as he inched his saliva-dripping, hungry mouth farther and farther down her pulsating belly, her quivering and slowly undulating hips and finally into the fleecy wisps of her darkly curling hair.
But he stopped there. He did not enter the now moistly sucking lips of her cunt hole. Instead, he raised himself up and straddled her body with his knees surrounding her mountainous blood-swollen breasts. She looked in horror as he smiled down on her thrashing head, moving back and forth to escape his lewdly perverse grin. Grabbing his turgid blue-veined cock in one hand, he held his lust-gorged member over her mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he commanded. Janet felt an icy chill pierce her tortured body. He couldn't be serious! He actually wanted her to put his massively enlarged rod in her mouth! She nearly swooned at the thought, and she squirmed beneath him, her welt-covered breasts brushing against his knees. She tightened her lips as he moved the angry red tip of his penis along the crack of her mouth, trying to force the mushroom-shaped knob between her lips. She twisted her head, but he followed her with twists of his own.
"I said suck it. And you will, too, unless you want me to beat you again with the belt."
Visions of agonizing memories flashed through her tormented mind, and knew that she did not want him to hurt her anymore. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth, enveloping his huge hotly throbbing penis in her warm and wet mouth, and Frank forced his hips forward as he drove his searing rod of lust-bloated flesh deeply into her throat, undulating his hips as he pulsed his penis in her:
Janet thought she would gag at the depth he had thrust his massive cock, and its searing size filled her mouth and gullet. Against her will, she moved her tongue along its turgid throbbing length and around the fist sized angry red tip, and she had to admit, deep in the back of her mind, that his hands resting on her milky-white breasts were actually pleasurable. Even so, the full weight of her mouth fucking husband oscillating on her soft belly flesh was making breathing difficult, and she was unable to remove his immense cock. He had rammed himself so deeply into her that his hair covered balls were banging against her chin as he plunged in and out of her opening and closing mouth.
She could feel his cock head tighten inside of her lips as she worked his offensive throbbing penis to orgasmic frenzy, and his hands left her breasts and enclosed her head, forcing her to bob up and down along his firmly throbbing cock. Frank was beginning to feel his sperm rise from his chin-pounding testicles, squeezed from his dark, kinky haired covered scrotum and build to a lust-threatening eruption. It had been a long time since he had been sucked to cumming, and it was too bad that his wife found the act repulsive. Her mouth was as soft as any cum-lubricated cunt, and her lips were grasping tightly on his lust-inflated penis. As he moved her wildly nodding head in time with his own undulating hips, he rammed his rock-hard cock again and again into her cum-producing mouth, and he gritted his teeth and threw his head back in an effort to keep his sperm in his penis for as long as he could. The pressures building in his turgid hardness were causing him to thrash randomly along his wife's milky mountains, and as he felt his sperm finally erupt in her soft, warm wet mouth, he forced himself as deeply into her gagging throat as he could, bursting his hot, milky-white thick liquid from the crack in his penis. Jet after jet of the searing sperm gushed into his wife's cock-sucking mouth, and he thrashed as he forced every drop into her that he could.
Janet puffed her cheeks with the incredible amount of semen flowing into her, and she had no other choice but to swallow the thick, whitely spurting juices in deep full gulps. She wanted to open her mouth and let as much of her husband's sperm run out of her lips if she could, but the totality with which her husband's turgidly throbbing cock filled her mouth made that impossible. His searing fluid was choking-her, and the only way she could breathe was to gulp his jetting cum as rapidly as he was shooting it back into her gullet.
With an amazing sense of relief she felt his lustfully oversized penis shrink to a normal size, and finally he removed it from her mouth, some of his sperm still dripping from the tip, and the shrinking shaft covered with her spittle.
Lifting himself off his wife, he stood to one side and grinned sadistically.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it," he said tauntingly, using a little boy's voice she found degrading and humiliating. Janet was about to say something, but the memory of her beating caused her to think the better of it. As her mouth-fucking husband laughed as he dressed, she turned her livid and semen covered face away from him in utter shame. Each time she moved she sent painful ripples coursing through her exhausted and welt-covered body. He walked out the door without looking at his lewdly sprawled wife gasping on the floor. She heard him leave out the front door, and as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, she started to cry.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Janet spent a fitful night. She hadn't any idea where Frank might have gone to, and she was so afraid that he might come home in a worse mood than when he left that every time she heard a car she woke up. By morning, her luscious brown hair was a tangled mess, and her full face showed deep signs of sleeplessness. Her soft and velvety skin was still stinging from the beating she had received, and the welts showed clearly on her creamy white breasts and buttocks. She decided that there was no chance Frank would come home now. He was probably at work, so she took a shower, something she realized she should have done the night before. The warm water felt good on her aching body, and by the time she was finished, she was actually feeling very relaxed.
She made herself a cup of coffee and as she drank and smoked several cigarettes in succession, she tried to sort the events of the night before. Her ass-cheeks were still sore from her whipping, and the only way she could sit comfortably was to slide down in the kitchen chair with her welt-covered legs stretched out in front of her. She still could not make herself believe that Frank could have been so cruel for no apparent reason. If he could only control his drinking. She had never thought about it before, but now she was wondering if it were possible that he had a drinking problem. She had heard that sometimes it was not possible to tell about such things until it was too late. She wanted to talk to someone about it, and the only person she could think of was Susan. She did not really want to burden her best friend with her own problems, but she felt that if she did not get some sort of help soon, he might very well do the same thing again, or even worse.
The thing was, she had not come home with Susan, who was having such a wonderful time in New Orleans that she had decided to stay for another day. Knowing Susan as she did, it was possible that she might have stayed longer. There was no other choice. She had to give her friend a call.
After several rings, her friend answered the phone.
"Hello," said a sleepy sounding voice at the other end.
"Hello, Susan? This is Janet. I have to talk to you."
"Janet, have you any idea what time it is?"
"Susan it's after nine. Please, Susan it's important. Can we meet somewhere?"
"Janet, is something wrong?" Susan sounded very concerned. And why shouldn't she? They had practically dated the same people, had the same friends ... All that was nearly over now. They were the only two of their college gang that still stayed together.
"It's something I'd rather not talk about over the phone. Please, Susan."
"How can I refuse an old friend? I know a little coffee shop in the Greenwich Village. I was going to show Tony around this afternoon. Why don't you join us. You can come over here and...."
"No, I'd rather meet you in the city. I have some things to do here. Are you sure you don't mind, I mean with your friend and all," she said. She remembered Tony as the man who Susan had spent nearly the entire week-end with. She would not feel uncomfortable having him with them. Actually, Janet was rather fond of Tony, in a friendly sort of way.
"Fine with me, if you want to go into the city all alone. I'll meet you there around noon." She gave Janet the address of the cafe, and Janet hung up feeling somewhat better. She might have gone to Susan's house, but she wanted to stay at her own home on the outside chance that Frank might call to at least apologize. She thought it might be better for her to call him at his office, but he never liked her to do that even when he was in a good mood. She didn't want to do anything that might antagonize him further. As the morning passed, she realized that Frank was not going to call, and she decided finally to take a bus into the city. For the moment at least, she wanted to be alone.
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The Village was a happy place in the breezy summer air, and as Janet finished her walking around lost in thought, she saw Susan and Tony sitting at a table across the street. They waved to her and she walked over to them, sitting down and ordering a light lunch. They talked as she ate. After she had explained the events of the previous night, there was a long silence at the table. Tony was the first one to speak.
"You know, Janet, I don't know your husband that much more than I know you, but if what you say about his drinking is true, you might suggest AA."
Janet smiled. She had thought about mentioning Alcoholics Anonymous, but she could just see her husband's face at the thought that he, the world's greatest lover, might have a drinking problem.
"I might tell him what I thought if I didn't think he would blow up at me. He's been so unpredictable lately," said Janet. Her innocent confusion was hardly unnoticed by Tony, who could not ignore her up-turned, well-rounded full breasts tightly pressing against her sheer cotton blouse, and her casually crossed long shapely legs, her well-formed calves exposed nearly to her waist due to her short skirt riding up her legs. It was a shame that her husband did not seem to appreciate her total sensual beauty. Susan was sexy, that was for sure, but compared to Janet, Susan was just another lay. He could really enjoy getting into this poor beaten woman's cunt. From what she had said about the past actions of her husband, he was letting those luscious pussy lips go to pot, a mistake Tony would not make if he got the chance. And he was going to make sure he got the chance.
"That's for sure," said Susan. "If those things you've said about him lately are true, he could really lay it on you pretty heavy. Frankly, I don't have any suggestions."
She looked at her watch and moved in jerky motions as though she were late for something.
"Listen, Janet. I have to go. Tony will take care of you I'm sure, and we can finish the discussion some other time. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. I rather enjoy being in the city. It's sort of another vacation. It's been quite some time since I spent a day here."
Susan left, waving good-bye to her friends. There was a short moment of silence when she was gone. She did not really know how to talk to her friend's current lover.
"How long are you staying in New York?" she asked by way of breaking the ice.
"I'm not sure, really. I'm pretty wealthy, and my electronics company pretty much runs itself. All I do is rubber stamp things anyway. I guess a lot depends on Susan."
Janet flushed as she thought of Susan virtually living with a near stranger. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually brought the man back to New York with her.
"Are ... are you ... staying with Susan while you visit New York?" stammered the embarrassed dark-haired woman.
Tony smiled, noticing how her bright red cheeks added to her sensuality.
"When we got to New York last night, it was pretty late, and even though I had reserved a hotel room, we both thought it better if I spent the night at her home."
Janet tried to keep her shock to herself. True, Tony was a young, handsome well-muscled man, and Susan was a little looser about who she spent time with. Janet wondered how things might be with her and men if she hadn't married Frank so early in life.
They finished their eating making small talk, and Tony suggested that they continue walking around.
"After all," he said, hoping she wouldn't see that he was unable to keep his eyes from focusing on her flaring hips and nylon covered legs, "I did come to see New York. With Susan having run off, you can be my guide."
Janet was happy for the distraction. She really didn't feel like going home just yet, and it was not like Tony was a total stranger. After all, she had come to enjoy his company in New Orleans. He was gentle at a time when she needed someone who understood her.
"Sure," she smiled. "I've never been disappointed in just walking around. Sometimes it can really help to clear the mind."
The day passed quickly in the city. Janet showed him many of the sights New York had to offer, and she was impressed herself at her having been too long away from the exciting island that was so close to her home. By six o'clock, she found herself exhausted and wondered where the time had gone. It suddenly occurred to Janet that it was later than she realized, and that she had better be getting home to make supper for Frank.
"E-excuse me, Tony, but I didn't really know what time it was. I'm afraid I have to be getting back home. My husband...."
She was cut off by a firm and gentle passionate kiss that took the curvaceous wife completely by surprise. What surprised her the most was that she did nothing to resist his obvious sexual advance. She had never cheated on her husband, and even though Allen had made the same advance to her in New Orleans, it was not the same thing as Tony's kiss. She had not been as lonely and confused then, and she really felt as though Tony was a friend. As he removed his lips from hers, she tried to come to grips with her emotions. A strong and powerful surge tingled through her body. It had been a long time since her husband had kissed her like that, and she could not deny the fact that she very much wanted to have Tony. The memory of her husband's brutal beating had left her feeling completely unwanted, and here was a man who wanted her very much.
But the thought of sleeping with him, actually allowing him to run his hands over her naked body, to cheat on both her husband and best friend, these were things that went against her moral character, and she wanted to break away and spend some time by herself to reason out her thoughts.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice nearly cracking as Tony's hand came to rest gently on her firm buttocks, pulling her hips against his own and pressing her body against his muscular chest. "I really must be going."
But there was no conviction in her voice, and Tony could sense it. He knew what she needed was not help with her husband, but a feeling of being wanted, and he wanted her very much. Her soft heaving breasts pressing against his body sent a flood of lusty blood to his loins, enlarging his penis in his pants and making it throb with the constraint. He kissed her again, and noticed with intense delight that she did nothing to remove the hand he had placed in her supple breast. As he squeezed it slightly, she gasped, delighting at the feelings that coursed from his massaging hand through her yearningly hungry body to her loins. She remembered that she had wanted to get back at her husband, and here at last, was her opportunity.
Their deep concentration in each other was shattered as they heard several people laughing. They both turned around and noticed that their actions in public had brought a small crowd of people to watch them. A flood of shame waved through Janet's excited body, and for a brief moment, she wanted to do nothing but run and hide from the leering lewd looks of the perverts watching her kiss Tony. Tony sensed her shame, and whispered into her ear so that the people watching could not hear.
"My hotel is about a block from here. The Americanna. I think it would be better if we went there."
Even if she had not wanted to go to his hotel room, Janet knew that it would be better than what could happen to her if she had to walk through the streets alone after her shameless and obscene demonstration. After all, this was New York City. She said nothing as Tony placed his hand gently around her slender and swaying waist, leading the way to his hotel room.
Taking the elevator to his suite, the lust aroused wife was beginning to have second thoughts about the perverse act she felt so necessary, but these faded quickly as Tony opened the door to his hotel and led her in. Closing the door behind him, he turned to face her.
"God," he whispered. "I want you so much. I've wanted you since I first saw you, but when Susan told me you were married, well...."
The sudden mention of her friend brought some of Janet's senses back, and she asked her new lover what Susan would think if she knew what he was doing.
"Oh, don't worry about her," he said, grinning in a strangely lewd manner. "Susan can take care of herself." She sure can, he thought to himself. I wonder what she would think if she knew where Susan had really gone.
Tony's soft and soothing voice seemed to melt away any doubts Janet had about letting Tony fuck her. He certainly was handsome, his expensively styled hair full and blond and his clothes revealing a well-kept body of no older than thirty. Maybe younger.
Janet was about to ask him again how long he was going to stay in New York when he placed his mouth fully on her slightly open lips, his tongue gently worming its way into the soft wet chamber of her eager mouth. She made no attempt to stop him. In fact, after a short while, she inched her own lustfully wet organ past his teeth and into his sucking gullet. Drops of saliva dribbled down her open mouth, and ripples of sensual delight coursed through her body as she responded to the touch of Frank's hand lightly running the full length of her love starved body. Reaching down to cup her firm slightly swaying buttocks in his strong hands, Frank drew the eager young brunette tightly to his hips, and he thrilled with lustful intent at the touch of her trembling thighs resting on his blood-engorged penis. Janet had removed her hands from his face, and had dropped them along his sides, gracefully engulfing his tremendously powerful ass-cheeks in her slender palms, kneading them and increasing the pressure her thighs were causing on his throbbing cock. At last he removed his lips from hers and pressed her head lightly against his shoulder.
"I want to fuck you, Janet. I want to fuck you right now," he whispered, the lewdly obscene thought causing the icy shiver to pierce the cheating wife's body. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel his turgid throbbing cock in the folds of her hotly wet cunt, and she actually wished that he would rip her vaginal slit and enter her belly as forcefully as were humanly possible.
"I want you to fuck me, Tony," she gasped, amazed that she could say such a thing to a man who was not her own husband. She thought of Allen and how he had excited her so much by inching his hand along her inner thigh, and how she had allowed her own excited body to take control of her and force her to perform that awful act of masturbation. But that had been different. She thought then that there might be a possible reconciliation between her and her husband. Now she knew better. She felt now that she would never be able to get anything normal from that drunken son of a bitch, and she felt no shame or remorse at the thought that now she was going to allow another man to ravish her tender pink pussy lips.
Tony backed away and led his current lover's best friend to the couch, sitting her down and kneeling on the floor, his face buried between her knees as he kissed them and inched his warm wet tongue slowly along the inner thigh of her spread legs. Crisscrossing her arms around her light cotton blouse she removed it in one stroke, her high proud breasts still covered by her sheer lace bra jutting from her chest like two milky white mountains of soft, resilient flesh. Tony looked up from her knees and stood, bending over on the couch so that he could kiss her again as he placed his hands on her warm yielding breasts, kneading them softly and pinching her hard nipples through the thin protective cotton. Racing his hands from her heaving breasts, he moved them quickly to her naked belly and grabbed full handfuls of her satiny flesh massaging it as he moved his mouth down her slender white neck toward the low, sweeping "U" of her bra, enveloping his face in her cleavage. His hot breath blasting from his open sucking mouth seared at Janet's breasts through her lacy white covering, and she reached her hands behind her back to unfasten her bra, opening it and lifting the thin straps down over shoulders, exposing to his hotly eager mouth her voluptuous glans.
Tony gaped at the sensual beauty of their firm round fullness as Janet took his face and placed it gently on a creamy lust swollen mound, throwing her head back as he inserted a love hardened red nipple between his tightly pursing lips, a wave of smoldering lust coursing through her twitching body and coming to rest at her burning entrance of her love-juicy cuntal lips. He had already placed one of his hands on her nearly undulating hips, fumbling for her skirt zipper, and when he had found it, pulled it down the length of her dark linen covering, opening it and exposing to his lustful steely gaze her quivering oscillating panty-covered cunt.
Janet slid down from the couch and laid her nearly naked body on the floor. Tony stood up from his crouching position and quickly removed his clothes until his blood-engorged cock was no longer confined. Fully released from his constricting pants, his massive thick penis jutted from his hair-covered balls like a turgid skewer, and Janet smiled with anticipation as she tried to imagine its cunt ripping thickness inside her. She had never seen a cock so huge, and for one brief moment, she was certain that it would not be able to fit inside her quivering and cum-laden cunt lips. The angry red mushroom shaped knob was already beginning to pulse with alarming power, and as Tony laid down next to Janet's trembling nude body, it brushed across her soft, creamy belly flesh, sending a searing wave of illicit delight rippling through her spine. Goosebumps covered her milky flesh, and she shivered violently as Tony placed his hands on the heaving mountains of her breasts, trapping her love-hardened nipples between his tightly closing fingers. As he brushed his mouth on her luscious, slightly opened lips, she instantly drove her tongue past his teeth and wormed her deliciously wet organ deep into his gullet, gasping strongly as his hands slowly left her blood-swollen breasts and inched their way along her quivering belly flesh, creeping dangerously close to her undulating pussy lips, but stopping deliriously close to her tangled vaginal mound of dark cuntal hair, probing with the fore-finger into the delicate pucker of her belly button as he removed his face from hers and licked her revolving neck with his sandpaper like tongue, sucking luscious mouthfuls of flesh as he made his way slowly to her breast. As he finally sucked his way along the top of her enlarged breast, Janet breathed deeply as she felt his tongue lap at her love sensitive breast nipple and his hand finally enter her cum-wet cuntal hair, and Tony engulfed her twitching nipple and inserted his fuck-finger into the wetly warm folds of her revolving cunt at the same time. Janet convulsed her entire body violently as wave after lustfully searing wave raced through her thrashing body like a blue-hot fire of agonizing delight.
Reaching along his nearly still body, she ran her hand along his muscular, hairy chest and down along his body until she felt his coarse, rough pubic hair, and as she touched the throbbing tip of his massive penis, a drop of pre-seminal fluid burned her arm, sending ripples of obscenely wanton desire speeding throughout her violated body. Inching her hand farther down his hotly vibrating shaft, she shivered with delight as she noticed that his blood-gorged cock was too large for her to enclose it totally with her long fingers.
Stroking its turgid length from its fist sized tip to the sperm-bloated balls nestled in his hair covered scrotum, she felt her cunt-fingering lover shake with lustful appreciation. Moving her hand along his shaft more quickly, she could feel his penis throb menacingly as she knew she was causing his balls to produce a searing, torrid flood of milky white, thick cum, a flood she wanted in her cunt more than she wanted anything else.
Tony had shifted his body so that her cock stroking actions dragged his oversized member across her tender twitching legs, and forcing her thighs to part in hopes that he would ram his enraged penis into her yearning cuntal lips. His fuck finger had been joined by two more digits, and his cunt plunging hand was turning her pussy lips into a cum-drenched, well-lubricated chamber in preparation for his long-awaited fuck, and as she spread her legs still further apart, Tony forced a fourth finger into her sucking love-juicy cunt, biting more firmly on her lust-hardened breast bud, shifting his mouth from one to the other, inserting its wanton hardness in the hotly sucking softness of his mouth.
Janet arched her hips to increase the depth of Tony's cunt fucking hand as she increased the speed of her sperm producing hand stroking his own undulating seething cock. The fires of her quivering cuntal region were building to almost uncontrollable proportions, and she wanted his burning shaft in her before she flooded his hand with her sticky cum. She did not want to be masturbated by his desperate hand, she wanted to be fucked by him, wanted to feel his torrid blood bloated penis surging inside the gushy folds of her love-starved cunt.
"Please Tony," she whispered, gasping for breath between the words. "Fuck me. Fuck me now. I can't wait."
The lewdly spoken words excited her even more, and she felt her cuntal cum build to still more pressure against her massaged cuntal lips. It had been a long time since she had been brought to such a sexual fervor, and the torture was delightful. Her husband had never thought to excite her the way this near stranger was doing, and she found the agony of total arousal more pleasurable than anything she had ever known.
Her hips were thrashing against Tony's fucking hand with deliriously wanton abandon, but as she moaned in increasing climax, he suddenly removed his slippery fingers from between her thrashing thighs, pulling his burning cock from her hand and lifted himself on his knees, placing his upraised body between her spread thighs and looked down at his illicitly acquired lover. Placing his hands on both her tightly enlarged breasts, he kneaded their resilient flesh, the angry tip of his cock barely brushing along the open chamber of her cuntal hole, its naked touch forcing Janet to move her hips down and attempt to engulf it in cum-drenched folds of her hotly aroused pussy. Surrounding her sex-tight nipples between his massively powerful fingers, he constricted his fingers quickly and sent a boiling wave of savory delight seething to her twitching cunt, and Janet forced her legs as far apart as she could, opening her cum-covered pillars of soft flesh, offering to his burgeoned penis the ability to thrust deeply into her gushing pussy chamber.
With a single violent push, Tony rammed his blood-aggravated torching rod into her dolorous passage, its immense size splitting her cuntal hole to the extreme lascivious limits and sending a searing wave of churning delight coursing through her writhing torso, a blue-hot flame of desire burning in her cuntal region forcing her to scream from her parched lips in intense animal fury.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!"
Reaching up with her hips, she locked her legs tightly at her ankles, trapping his lust-expanded skewering spear deep in her cuntal folds, her thrashing lower regions undulating slowly and deliberately in unison with the totally deep plunges of his lewdly erect member engulfed by her hot wet cunt. The full weight of his body brushed down on her as he felt his sperm bloated balls slap against her dripping cuntal slit, and each plunge into the depths of her lubricated pussy, the suction caused by pockets of slippery love-juice exciting both of them as his movements increased in tempo.
Thrust after broiling, torrid thrust sent the turgid cock deeper and deeper into her swollen clitoral bud, and Janet's mind was aware of nothing save the plunging of Tony's cock ramming into her with turbulent, bustling convulsion.
Janet arched her arms and laid her trembling hands firmly on his bobbing ass-cheeks, digging her nails into his undulating flesh, pressing him down tighter on her thrashing body, trying to increase the depth his burly, swollen cock had penetrated in her honeyed syrupy cuntal folds, savoring the piercing torridness that was waving through her voluptuous mountains of breast flesh, her taut nipples aching as they rubbed searingly along Tony's muscular hairy chest.
Each inward thrust of Tony's torching cock in the depths of her throbbing jerking cunt was matched by a reeling outward thrust of her wildly churning cunt, and her hips spasmed around the fiery pillar of masculinity enveloped between her lusciously drenched pussy lips. Excruciating shooting pains of agonizing delight coursed through her body as he writhed her body again and again against Tony's wantonly abandon fucking hips.
Tony felt as he had never felt before, the sensual cum-laden softness of her cuntal chamber holding his corpulent penis firmly in her cock-sheath, and as he thrust with a belly-wrenching ramming, he felt his sperm rise to his penis tip in threatening explosive power, knowing that her wild thrashing was bringing his turgid cock to near eruption with his plunging. His spear was being squeezed from his aching balls with their constant slapping against her slippery cuntal slit, a slit that gushed with her ever-mounting amount of cum as they brought each other to a violent eruption. Pressure built against the crack of the tip in his penis with each plunge matched by her ball-hitting outward thrash, and he constricted his cock muscles to hold back his flood of sperm for as long as he could.
Janet's jerking body was exciting him, and the bobbing of her palpitating cunt was searing his pubic region with her lusty lubrication, smearing his coarse dark hair with the juices from her quivering pussy lips, sending lascivious waves of sensual spasms racing through his body as he knew he could hold back his hot, thick jets of semen no longer. With a violent final total thrust of his powerful hips, he reached into her cuntal chamber as deeply as he could and erupted his milky cum in a surge of passionate maddened explosion.
At the same time, Janet felt the fiery pressures of her pulsing, twitching cunt burst in a flood of hot delicious cum, coursing from her pussy depths and gushing forth to meet Tony's seething cock so deep in her vaginal chamber, surging from her pussy lips and flowing around his turgid column plunging in rapid, jerky stroke between her sensitive cuntal folds. No longer able to control her cunt muscles, she arched her hips as Tony sent his shaft deep within her vagina, and as her sticky cum gushed out of her cunt, a loud throaty moan was emitted from her parched lips.
"Aaaaiiiieeee! I'm cccuuummmiiinnngg!. '"
Thrashing her body beneath her lover's writhing hips, she squirmed violently, spasm after delightfully scorching spasm churned in her voluptuously foaming body, turbulent palpitations searing her totally as she felt Tony's hotly eager sperm rush from his thrashing cock and flood her cuntal hole with its torridness. Her hips twitched in mindless abandon, and she thought of nothing except the illicit lover violating her cunt with a sexual totality that her husband had never been able to do. Again and again she arched her locked hips upwards, still undulating her cunt against his flooding cock as she sought to draw every drop of his hot, thick, milky-white semen that she could. Gasping for breath as she twitched her drenched hips against his aching balls, she breathed in low, throaty moans, desperately trying to keep her breath in the sensual totality of her husband-cheating fuck, a fuck that was doubly cheating, as she allowing her best friend's lover to bring her to such a delicious orgasm.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."
Slowly, the couple became more deliberate in their movements as they ceased their rapid tempo and eased the violence of their fucking. Tony's turgid cock was beginning to shrink slowly, and he removed his penis from her still jerking cunt, lifting his body as he kissed her on the open lips, arching his hand along her quivering belly and kneading her soft stomach flesh, sending even more spasms coursing to her cum and sperm drenched cunt. Continuing his hand still farther, he palmed her sticky cuntal hair and inserted a finger along the outer slit of her gushy pussy on a sexually vibrating after play. Kissing her again, he rolled his body off of hers and rested on his back while they took deep breaths to regain their senses after their incredible fuck.
For a long moment there was silence, broken only by the sound of panting. Janet had forgotten what it was like to be fucked by a man, to be really fucked by a real man. She thought of her husband's beating and forced perverse anal and mouth intercourse, and she shivered with shame at the memory of those actions. But right now, she was still in the passionate grip of her lover.
She never thought that she could have gone through with it. If she had thought yesterday that today she would have allowed a near stranger to fuck her the way she had just allowed Tony, she would have flushed in shame. As it was, she really could feel no remorse at the thought. In fact, she felt no remorse at the thought that she had just fucked her best friend's lover. Nothing mattered now except Tony, and she decided that as long as he were around New York, her husband could fuck himself. She didn't need him anymore. He spent too much time away from the house as it was. For that matter, Susan could always find another man. If Susan had really cared about Tony the way she let on in New Orleans, she would not have run off the way she had. Yes, thought Janet, with Tony in New York, she could really find out what she wanted from life instead of her husband telling her.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Susan knew exactly whereto find Frank. She knew his habits, mostly from what Janet had told her, but also from meeting him once in his office for lunch. The company he worked for was very high-pressured, and often the management asked its workers to stay late after hours. To entice this procedure, they had a little kitchenette and a sleeping area. Frank often took his lunch in the office, preferring to use the facilities provided. Susan took the elevator to the top floor, and sure enough, there was Frank, quite alone, as she had expected. He looked deep in thought, and she startled him slightly as she knocked on the door. Obviously he was not expecting anyone. Good, she thought. Very good indeed!
He looked up and for a brief moment failed to recognize the curvaceous blonde woman standing at the door. Then he smiled as he recognized his wife's friend, a girl he had known ever since he had married Janet.
"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Susan, her voice revealing that she would not leave even if she were.
"No," sighed Frank. "I was ... I was just thinking about a work problem." He didn't want to tell her that he was really thinking about the beating he had given his wife the night before, but he didn't feel like telling her that.
"How wasteful," laughed Susan. "I just happened to be in the downtown area, having lunch with Janet, and I thought that as long as I was around the building, I may as well drop in and say hello to you. It's been a long time since we got together."
She had finished lunch with Janet. The words pierced Frank's mind. How much had his wife told Susan? There was nothing in her voice to reveal how much this pretty little blonde knew about their problems. He watched her as she poured herself a whiskey sour, looking up from the company bar at the dark-haired executive. "Want a drink before you get back to work?" she asked in a teasing voice. Frank nodded, unable to take his eyes off her breasts. Had she unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse on purpose? She didn't seem to care that her cleavage was clearly showing, and from where Frank was sitting, it looked as though she was not wearing a bra.
Mixing a whiskey sour for him, Susan handed him his drink and sat down on the couch next to him, turning her shapely body to give him a full view of her curvaceous waist and flaring hips. His eyes riveted on the openness of her blouse, and she talked as though she did not seem to care that he could see her parted breasts.
"Is work getting you down?" she asked, sipping her drink and gazing intently into his eyes. When he looked up to answer her question, her face was mere inches from his own, and the look she was giving him made Frank sure that she had come to his office for one reason. He stood up, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He may be having problems with his wife, but to actually think about fucking her best friend....
"Oh, work's okay," he said, walking to the other end of the room in an attempt to be casual. Sipping at his drink and looking out the window, his mind raced with lewd thoughts. He had always found Susan attractive. He liked her long, straight blonde hair and her full high cheeks. She rarely used lipstick, and when she did, as she was now, it was flesh-colored and made her luscious lips all the fuller.
He turned from the window and faced her. She was still sitting on the couch, her arm draped over the back, sipping on her drink and looking over the top of the glass at the confused young businessman.
"Well, is there something else on your mind getting you down?" she asked in mock amazement.
"What makes you think something's getting me down?" he retorted, not putting as much force in his voice as he would have liked. How much did she know?
She stood up from the couch and walked over to him. He would have liked to back away, to be alone to think through his problems with his wife, but she pressed him into the window as she threw her arms around his neck and looked deeply into his widening eyes.
"Women have a special intuition about when men are feeling down," she whispered. He was about to tell her that he had to go back to work and she had better leave when she pressed her mouth against his surprised lips, turning her head and pulling him forward against her. No need to think that Janet is having all the fun, she thought to herself, and if Frank knew that his wife was spending time with someone who would undoubtedly take her back to his hotel room, he might rush out of here. Then I'd never get him.
Instinctively he wrapped his strong arms around her slender hips, his fingers reaching out to grab at the swaying buttocks pressed against his thighs and pull her closer. Susan thrilled with delight as she felt his growing bulge rub against her tense thighs.
"I hope you're not thinking about your stupid job now," Susan whispered hoarsely.
Frank couldn't believe that this was actually happening, and the excitement he was feeling clouded his thinking. He couldn't resist moving his eyes over the full, voluptuous curves, resting with lewd intent on the open valley between her mountainous breasts. It was obvious to him by now that she had deliberately opened her blouse, knowing that he would be unable to resist her milky-white mounds.
"Susan I ... I have ... have to get to...."
She silenced him by putting a long, slender finger gently across his lips, and as she removed it so that she could kiss him again, she felt him shiver as she moved her hand down his yielding body and trailed it lightly over the throbbing writhing bulge of his cock. He seemed to come alive with her touching, and even though he wanted to push her away, he was caught in a grip of sexual longing. He realized that there was something in this little blonde cunt that he would not be able to find in his wife. She had seemed so cold and frigid lately, and Susan was like a hotbed of sexual desire. Her cock-rubbing was igniting his whole body as she pressed her caressing hand tighter against the burgeoning member trapped in his pants. She had reached down still further to his crotch, engulfing his aching genitals with a gentle squeeze.
Susan backed away slightly as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, opening it and pulling it over her tanned arms. He had been right. She was not wearing a bra, and her breasts greeted his steely gaze with two bright red nipples that were already tight with torrid lust. Frank stared with bulging eyes in disbelief as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, watching with excitement as the flimsy garment cascaded over her smooth, slender hips. He gaped in amazement as she stepped out of the skirt and stood there, wearing only the briefest pink bikini panties she could find, and she walked to him again, fondling his swelling cock and pulling at the zipper of his pants. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was in a secluded part of his office and wife's best friend was stripping and fondling his cock. Suddenly it was too much for him. With a savage moan he pushed himself away from her and unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor and sighing with relief as his enormous seething cock was released from his confining pants. Wearing his underwear, he walked to her and kissed her harshly, the jutting spear-like rod behind his sheer cotton briefs pressing lightly against the warm wet cum-stained panties she was still wearing. Her smooth naked back responded to his lightly rubbing fingers by arching backward and thrusting her nude belly against the cloth covered tip of his lust-engorged penis. He shivered with lascivious abandon as she reached inside his stretched elastic band and wrapped her warm, slender fingers around his throbbing turgid penis. As she pulled his convulsing cock lightly, he slipped his hands into her panties and grasped her slightly undulating asscheeks, moving his hands slowly around her twitching body and implanting his kneading fingers in the soft fleecy mound of her blonde vaginal hair. With a downward movement of his lust-quivering hands, he pulled her panties over her hips and moved them down her long legs to the floor.
Moving away from her lustfully sweating skin, Frank was completely in awe at the beauty of her lewdly naked body. Merely gazing at her luscious full milky-white breasts topped with bright red sex-taut nipples was almost enough to make him cum without any further inspiration. He had never seen such perfectly roundand firm glans, and Susan seemed to take a delirious delight in having him admire her the way he was. It was something his own wife, Janet, had never done. Closing her eyes, Susan moved her head from side to side as she ran her well tanned lush arms along her hips upwards to her mountainous tits, massaging them slowly and teasing his eyes as he watched her hands enclose her sex-hard cherry red nipples. Arching her back, she thrust her slender waist forward, pointing at him with the soft fleshy chancre of her belly button, surrounded by the smooth alabaster white of her stomach flesh. Her hips flared outward gracefully, the sharp points of her pelvic bones covered by soft folds of voluptuous skin, meeting gracefully at her thighs and forming the two corpulent pillars of her firm, tenuous legs, pressed together loosely, accenting their coming joined at her ambrosial, savory cunt, clearly defined against her light, creamy pubic region by its even lighter fleecy golden vaginal hair. As Frank's lust-aroused, bulging eyes drank in the seething beauty of her lasciviously radiant Venus mound, his burgeoned cock threatened to pierce his shorts, and he thought he would go mad if he could not suck her delicious looking pussy right away. He could wait no longer. With a violent jerk of his sweating palms, he removed his confining briefs and tossed them aside, allowing his enormous, burly penis to expand to its full, blood-engorged length, lustfully swollen at the eager anticipation that here was a woman who would satiate his wanton sexual appetite totally and without reservation. He thought of how Janet would not even allow him to gaze at her dark-haired cunt, and she did not like Frank to kiss and lick at her vaginal area.
But as he watched Susan undulate her honeyed hips against the air, trying rather successfully to arouse him to sperm-foaming torridness, he knew that she wanted him to do that thing he loved to do most.
"God, Susan, I want to suck you. I want to eat your pussy so bad...."
"Well come on, lover," she whispered. "What are you waiting for?"
Walking to her, he knelt down on his knees and breathed deeply the heady aroma of her searing cunt, inhaling with delight at the seething scent of her cum-dripping cuntal hole, and reaching his lewdly hungry face forward to kiss firmly her soft tangled mass of cunt hair. Spreading her slightly throbbing legs, Susan opened her cuntal passage to his warmly turgid tongue, and as he licked with wanton craving at her syrupy cuntal folds, a low throaty moan ripped from her mouth, and she sank to the floor in a slow, graceful movement, turning her body so that Frank could easily enter her vagina between her burning thighs and she could lap at his enraged penis with her torching palpitating mouth, savoring with sexual glee the first drops of clear, boiling pre-seminal juices emitting from his fist-sized mushroom shaped tip.
Grabbing his turbulent spear like cock in both hands, she ran her tongue around the angry red tip of his thickly blue-veined penis. It was like heaven having Frank's white-hot penis in her mouth, and she inched her tongue along the full throbbing length of his shaft, enveloping his hair covered balls totally, lapping lewdly at his sperm-bloated scrotum. She could feel his massive cock writhe with convulsions as she bobbed her head along his thick turgidness back to the flaming tip and plunged his cock totally into her gullet, closing her luscious lips around his manliness tightly in frenzied delight. She loved to suck cocks, enjoyed tremendously the thick sperm gushing from a churning pillar of rock-hard muscle into her sucking mouth, and she bobbed her head rapidly to hasten his sperm eruption.
Ripples of searing flames coursed through her body as she felt Frank's hot, wet tongue slide along the slit of her open cuntal chamber, barely entering her pussy as he licked her inner thighs so close to her cunt that she pulsated her spasming hips, trying to press her budding clitoral slit against his mouth and force him to enter her cum-wet pussy.
Frank was teasing her with his tongue, knowing that if he moved too quickly, that blissful moment would be over too soon. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he placed his lips along her pink, dripping vaginal lips and massaged them by gnawing at her cuntal hair, running his welcome tongue along her sticky cuntal crevice, barely entering the valley of her pussy. He could feel her press her naked body down on his mouth, and it took all his will to prevent total entry. After all, he wanted to eat her as much as she wanted him to, but he was not going to let her control this orgasm. He thrust his tongue in a little, tasting the hot sweetness of her love-juice gushing from between her cuntal lips. He could feel her twitch in eager anticipation of his full thrust, a thrust that he was holding back for as long as he could. He was being brought turgidly to uncontrollable undulation by Susan's deft mouth gently pressuring the thick vein webbed underside, making him mewl with ecstatic delight from the unusual sensation, and her head was pumping wildly on the churning softness of his sperm-laden balls, reached miraculously by enveloping the total length of his thick, hot penis in her warm wet mouth, lapping out with her tongue and touching his scrotum with it. He wondered if he would be able to hold her back. He had never felt so excited in his life, and he forgot everything he had been thinking about before Susan-walked into his office. His job, Janet, the problems with his marriage and drinking, everything faded into a melted memory, heated by the fact that Susan was sucking deliriously on his throbbing cock, Susan who was actually enjoying the act he had forced his wife to perform, Susan who was beautiful and sensual and desirable, and who wanted him to suck her cunt as much as he wanted her to suck his cock. She was his wife's best friend, but that didn't matter! Nothing mattered to him then, except the piercing thrill he was feeling race through his body and resting at the tip of his cock, a thrill that was being caused by Susan's tongue and mouth bringing him to blissful and total sexual pleasure.
Her knees were clamped tightly around his head and he could feel her delicious nakedness twitch and thrash from his inching wet organ plunging into her cuntal folds. He felt that she was guiding the rock-hardness of his steel-like cock into the very depths of her gullet, and he wondered that she did not gag on his sex-bloated length. Her breasts were thrashing against his knees, and the sex-taut hardness of her nipples rubbed against his legs, sending still more ripples of wet fire coursing to his threatening cock, throbbing so deep in her mouth. He could feel the fluted edges of her hotly churning cunt suck inward at his mouth and tongue and a thrill of lewd pleasure tremored through him. For what seemed like an eternity, he held his tongue at her vaginal lips, poised for the sudden lunge into her depths that he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. Finally, he could no longer stand it. Taking a deep breath, he thrust his tongue as deeply into her cunt as he could, and he felt her entire body thrash delightfully at the sudden and total depth of his penetration. His tongue was huge and thick, and for one brief moment, Susan thought that he had somehow been able to ram his cock into her while still keeping it in her mouth. It was heaven, having a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her cunt that actually felt like a cock.
With a savage, muffled growl, he rammed his turgid tongue into her deep, wet, warm cunt, and he felt her legs tighten fiercely against his head, thinking perhaps that he might remove it if she did not keep him between her thrashing legs.
A moan of lascivious guttural delight emitted from her cock-filled throat, and the searing pain he had caused by his cuntal lapping sent wave after wave of blissful, seething fires coursing through her body, the hot pressures pushing against her cunt lips with such ferocity that she thought she would die if she did not cum soon.
"Uuuuuummmmmpppppfffff!"' She wanted to remove his undulating cock from her mouth and scream in total delight that he had finally entered the wet depth of her cuntal folds, but she also wanted to keep his searing mass in her mouth. He was undulating his hips against her face, adding to the force with which she was bobbing her head along his scorching mass, her head hitting and slapping against his unbelievably full ball sac.
Frank was incensed with an overwhelming lust he couldn't control. His arms had encircled her thighs, and he was drawing her closer and more tightly against his face, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her sucking cunt, reaching inward with his tongue and lapping as much of her cum as he could, waiting for the flood he knew would soon come. Her painfully stretched walls clung desperately to his inserted member, and he shivered with boiling delight as he felt her tongue envelop his heavy, bulbous head, her lips running the full length of his throbbing cock, burying it deep in her mouth.
Susan thought his cock could have gotten no larger than it had when she first inserted it in her mouth, but she was wrong. With each sucking bob of her thrashing blonde head, his already blood-gorged penis seemed to increase Still more, and each beat of his lust-speeding heart sent a fresh supply of lewdly-heated blood to his engorged, throat fucking cock. She delighted in its fullness, filling her mouth to such completeness that she had to puff her cheeks to handle his massiveness. Her head was rhythmically matching the undulating of her cunt around his mouth, and she was convinced that Frank must have had two cocks. She had never felt a tongue that was so large and firm, and she had never been penetrated to such depths by one.
Her softly secreting inner membrane was closing like a velvet glove around his naked tongue, and a spasm began to contract in response to the rhythm they were creating. His thrusting tongue was matched by her bobbing head, and the undulating of her hips was matched by his throat ramming thrusts. The slippery pole of his cock in her mouth was sliding along her cunt-like sheath, and her lips moved along it as though her whole head were like a tight, wet vagina, enclosing more and more of his cock as she moved her head with increased tempo. Her hands had grasped tightly his twitching thighs, pulling still more of his hotly churning cock into her mouth again and again, the full length sliding into her and withdrawing, sliding and withdrawing.
Even as Susan thought that Frank might have had two cocks, Frank had never felt a cunt that was as blissful as the one his mouth was fucking. His wife never fucked him like this, and it was wonderful. Susan was thrashing like some sort of wild, untamed animal, lewd, beautiful moans muffling from her cock filled mouth and he felt her tighten as his thrusting tongue touched erotically against the soft flesh of her cervix, and the sensitive clinging walls of her inner cunt locked tightly against his rapidly attacking and retreating soft, golden moons of her ass and he was holding her tightly against him as though he thought she was a wonderfully sex-fulfilling Venus who might disappear if he let go of her.
Frank moaned through passion-clenched teeth, his thighs squirming in ecstasy as almost alive fringes of her writhing cuntal hair undulated and thrashed in rhythm with his cunt sucking tongue. His face was contorted with lustful passion and his eyes were half closed, dimmed with lascivious pleasure. The thin rivulet of sticky, hot cum trickled from her sucking pussy lips and down his chin and neck, burning as it collected in a tiny seething pool in the hollow of his neck.
Susan was breathing in hard, panting gasps, and her eyes were pressed tightly shut as she bobbed her head fiercely along Frank's turgid aggravated length, and she could feel his searing throbbing cock pulse threateningly, palpitating fully as his semen was brought to the boiling point in her furiously fucking mouth. The anguish in her sucked cuntal lips was excruciating, and she bucked and jerked her hips firmly against his cum-washed face, writhing and churning with the full force of her frenzied hips.
Undeniable waves of completely uncontrollable pleasure were building up inside of him with the force of a typhoon, and Frank knew that he would cum soon in her wildly cock-sucking mouth. He didn't want to. He wanted to feel her warm and wet lips around his thick cock for as long as he could, but he also wanted to feel the tremendous release he knew was coming. He wanted to explode his sperm bursting cock in Susan's soft, hotly moist mouth, wanted to feel the hungry clasping of it as he shot his hot, burning load of cum deep into her gullet, and he wanted her to climax too, to drink her flood of sticky sweet cum wash against his face and into his cunt-sucking overworked lips.
Frank tensed his thrashing thighs and arched his hips to force his near bursting cock as deeply into Susan's gullet as he could, pulsing his muscles and constricting them as he felt his out of control flood explode with a volcanic eruption of milky-white thickly hot lava of sperm, and as he gushed jet after turgid jet of his feverishly sought semen into her hungry mouth, he felt her creamy-white, sweat glistening thighs tighten harshly around the sides of his cunt-sucking face, and suddenly his mouth was awash with the sweetly wet, slippery hot juices he had worked so hard to draw from her fluttering cuntal lips.
Susan bobbed along his searing length crazily, her mouth tearing futilely at the tortured shaft of his penis, milking furiously at the spurting column, as her wildly secreting inner walls emitted a shower of fine slippery warm mist which bathed his lapping tongue in welcome moistness. She was moaning unintelligibly, her hands clutching like claws at his asscheeks, tugging at the moons of soft, sex-tightened flesh, her cunt slapping wildly and wetly against his face, held tightly against him as his hands forced her firm buttocks tightly. The wild, uncontrollable rocking of her orgasm-wracked body triggered his own climax, and his exploding prick felt as though it was being yanked away from its deeply tufted base.
"Uuuuuummmmmpppppfffff!"
Muffled sounds, pussy-constricted noises flowed from Frank's mouth as he felt her tongue lap every drop of sperm he could send into her mouth, and he opened his own cunt-sucking lips and let her clear, sweet feminine juices pour into his mouth. He was in another world. His body was crashing insanely against her thighs and breasts as the floodgates of his pent up sperm were unloosed and gushed unchecked into the hungrily welcoming cavern of Susan's writhing mouth. His head was spinning and his mouth was mixed with her cum and completely incoherent obscenities. Floods of pleasure washed through him, crashing through his body streaming into every nook and cranny of his being, her mouth flooding cum infusing him with new pleasure. There had never been anything like this climax ... it was something new and unknown ... something that only Susan had been able to induce. Susan continued to bob her head feebly along the length of his wildly ejaculating prick, coaxing more of the white, thick foam from the darkness of his balls, encouraging him to shoot it far into her warmly wet receptive gullet, puffing her cheeks and oozing out her mouth between her tightly pursed lips and along his exploding shaft, covering his dark pubic hair in the same way her own seething cum was gushing from between her lips and smearing into her blonde cuntal hair.
At last it was all over, and his rapidly deflating cock slipped from her still lapping mouth, and he could feel her cuntal muscles relax from the totality of her orgasm. Susan slumped beside him, gasping for breath deeply now, as the air-restricting penis was no longer in her mouth, her breasts heaving as she took huge gulps of air.
"Well, lover, how did you like that?" she moaned between breaths. Her lips were still covered with his milky sperm, and she ran her tongue along the outside of her lips to drink in the final drops dribbling down her chin.
"Christ, that was fantastic...." Frank gasped, and he meant it. He had never been fucked like that before, and had never dreamed that fucking could be so total and exhilarating.
"Even better than with Janet?" Susan hinted casually.
Frank reeled at the mention of his wife's name. Janet! A stab of anger coursed through his still burning body. Cold, almost frigid Janet. She would have never done anything like suck him the way he wanted to be sucked, the way Susan had. She knew nothing about what sex meant, what it was to be a real woman the way Susan did.
"Much better than with Janet," Frank had to agree. The thought of Janet actually letting him kiss, let alone suck at her cunt simply could not form itself in his mind, and even when he had forced her to suck his cock that night, he had not gotten as much pleasure out of it as he had only moments ago from Susan's wildly fucking mouth.
"How soon do you have to be back to work?" asked Susan slyly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she teased, standing up and moving her naked body closer to him. "I thought that if you had a little time left before you had to go back to work, you might like to see what my cunt fucking was like."
Not completely against his will, Frank felt his aching cock swell again, and as he pressed his body against Susan's, he shivered as her slender fingers brushed teasingly along his stiffening cock, and he inserted his fingers near the already moist folds of her cunt.
No way, he thought, that Janet could ever fuck twice the way this woman could. He made a mental note to make sure he became a little more friendly with Janet's ex-college roommate.
Brushing the desire-laden tip of his hardened penis along the dripping slit of Susan's cuntal lips, he again forgot his job for the moment, and again became lost in a world of total sexual fulfillment.
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CHAPTER SIX
Janet was whistling a little tune that she made up as she went along with it. Looking in the mirror and applying the dark eyeliner to her eyelids, she was amazed at how beautiful she thought she looked. Adding a little mascara, she felt better than she had in a long time. Brushing her full, wavy dark brown hair, she was already feeling like a new woman. It was obvious in the way she looked, the way she was dressing lately, even the way she was acting toward other people. She was more open, more friendly, even to total strangers she would occasionally meet on her frequent trips to the city to see Tony. It was almost a miracle that Frank hadn't noticed her change in mood, but then Frank seemed to be in another world these past few days. He was noticing nothing about her, which in a way, was very good, as it left her more free to go to New York without having to answer a lot of embarrassing questions. In another way, it was disappointing, as she would have liked to share her new feelings with her husband, but right now she cared about no one except Tony. Frank had seemed to lose all interest in her, and as long as she had Tony to go to, she really didn't care. At first she had been a little miffed at his preoccupation with other things, and for a while, she was actually mad that he was coming home late almost every night, but as long as she could count on his being late, she had no reservations about spending a little extra time with Tony. He had become her whole life for the past five days, and she was almost sorry that she had stolen him away from Susan. But, she thought to herself as she brushed her new linen pants and matching blouse, Susan was a very attractive, beautiful woman, and she would have no trouble finding another lover. Actually, the truth was, she really didn't care all that much that she had stolen her best friend's current lover as long as Susan herself didn't seem to care very much. Tony had not mentioned her at all since the night she had spent in his hotel, and she was never at his room when Janet went there. Someday soon she would have to invite him to her home, and the thought that she might be taking a chance at having Frank come home unexpectedly and finding them together added a thrill that coursed through her body. It was too bad that he had called her earlier in the day and told her that he was unable to see her because of a board meeting that he had to attend, but he promised her that he would call her the moment it was over. Having nothing planned for the day, she decided that it might be a nice thing to pay a visit to her old friend. She hadn't seen Susan since having lunch with her five days ago. In fact, she had almost lost touch with her, something that she had never allowed to happen ever since she had known her.
Walking the few short blocks to her friend's house, she took a deep delight at the pretty neighborhood the two girls lived in. Susan had never had any money problems, coming from a family as rich as the Bentors were. A stab of envy pierced her, but the thought that she had Tony made up for a lot of envious feelings. "You can't have everything" she thought to herself, smiling as she walked the four steps to her friend's front door.
There was no answer to the bell she rung several times, and Janet decided that since she was an old friend and Susan usually kept her front door unlocked, she might as well go in and see if her friend was busy in the back part of the house.
The thought that her friend was not at home plagued her mind. She should have called first to make sure, but it was too late to think about such things now. If she wasn't home, she would just have to return home for a boring day. There were no noises that Janet could hear, which could only mean one of two things. Either Susan was out in the back yard working on her garden or she was not at home. Walking through her friend's house, she came closer to the bedroom, and she thought she could hear a muffled moan or a sigh of some sort, and it seemed to be coming from the bedroom. Janet froze and listened. Should she go in and investigate or leave quietly. She really thought that she ought to leave, but Susan did usually leave her door unlocked and she might be hurt and in need of help.
Determinedly, Janet walked softly toward the door, and saw with relief that the door was nearly half open. It was dark in the room, however, as the curtains had been drawn and Janet braced her eyes so that she would be able to see in the dark better.
Peering into the dimly lit bedroom, Janet could barely suppress a scream of hysterical shock, but the two naked bodies grotesquely inter-locked on the huge double bed were in no condition to hear her muted cry. For a few tense, electrifying moments, Janet was unable to make sense of the bizarre, lewdly bestial tangle of naked flesh that was writhing and bucking only a few feet from her horrified gaze, but as her eyes became more accustomed to that half-light, her eyes bulged in perversely disgusted amazement at the wantonly brutal reality of what she was actually seeing. It was Susan and Tony, lewdly stretched out on the bed, their bodies wetly glued to each other, and they were sucking at each others genitals.
Janet could hear a deep maniacal moan of unrestrained lust coming from Susan as she lewdly crouched wantonly over Tony's dark muscular body, her face buried between his strangely undulating hips. Tony was laying on his back, and Janet could make out clearly the huge length of his massively swollen pillar of rock-hardness, burgeoned beyond belief, thrusting up from the dark-haired, lust bloated sac of his testicles. A peculiar shiver shook Janet's quivering body as she took in the lascivious sight of her best friend's lewdly naked buttocks and the wet, turgidly pulsating crevice barely visible between her legs. She was kneeling astride Tony, her smooth thighs gripping and trapping his head mere inches from her glistening cunt. Her lips were planting wet, slurpy kisses around the dark matted base of his lust-hardened spear-like cock.
"I'm going to swallow that cock of yours, lover," said the lewdly nude dark haired girl. "I'm going to suck that lovely cock of yours until it shoots all that hot, thick cum into my mouth, and I want you to do the same to my pussy. Eat me, Tony, eat me 'till I cum in your face."
Janet's head was swirling as she heard her friend's obscene words, and she stared transfixed at the sight of Susan's luscious, ripe lips as they teasingly decended to graze the red, glowing tip of Tony's hugely inflated cock.
"Mmmmmmm...." she heard her friend moan and she watched with tear brimmed eyes as the desire-bloated hardness throbbed and quivered as Susan's mouth flowered open wildly and closed over the enormous fist sized bulbous head, her dainty lips and mouth clashing stridently with the thick, purplish column of his lust-engorged penis. Susan's eyes were closed in delicious delight, and her face was contorted in a broiling lewdly gluttonous satisfaction as she forced the steel-like hardness of his rod through her tightly pursed lips into the soft, warm buttery confines of her mouth.
Tony removed his face slightly from her honeyed cuntal lips and grunted in total satisfaction at the perversely obscene act.
"That's it, baby," he growled in a throaty tone. "Suck it. Suck my cock like that."
Tony grunted as his own hands reached up to encircle the satiny globes of Susan's tight little ass, and with a swift, forceful wrench of his powerful hands, he forced the throbbing moons apart and brought her glossy thighs down over his face, inserting his tongue between the quivering lips of her cum-glistening cunt.
Janet recoiled at the sight of the perverse act. Horror and anger mingled in her hotly aroused blood, and she could feel herself flush a bright red in heated disgust at the thought that Susan, her friend, and Tony, her lover, were so lewdly performing such an obscene and perverse act. It was bad enough that she had been forced to do that with her husband, but to actually see two people kissing and sucking each other, down there, was almost enough to make Janet feel sick. It was a horrible sight. How could they do such a thing to each other, and how could they be enjoying such a filthy act. But as she watched Susan's lips close tightly around Tony's sex-tightened cock, Janet felt a sympathetic surge of lust wave through her hot-seething body. Tony had never let her do that to him, had never even suggested that she might want to do it. Not that she would have allowed him to suck her cunt, and the thought of a man's penis in her mouth filled her with a profound sense of revulsion. How could Susan engulf such a turgidly bloated mass of flesh as Tony's thickly blue-veined penis? She wanted to run away and leave them together to perform their disgusting act alone, but she couldn't move. Her eyes were riveted to the obscene sight, to the two gyrating naked bodies crawling over each other in their unnatural fornication.
Susan's mouth was working frantically at the saliva-dripping thickness of Tony's fully erect cock, licking and sucking at its seething hardness like a hungry child, nibbling greedily at the thick, veiny pillar of muscled flesh, madly rubbing her swollen breasts against his flat belly as she lay on top of him, her fingers tangling convulsively amid the matted wisps of his pubic curls.
Janet couldn't take her eyes off the familiar face of her beautiful girlfriend, now contorted and stretched over her lover's hotly throbbing cock, her head bobbing up and down crazily as her ovaled lips slid smoothly along the wet swollen shaft. She couldn't turn away from this obscenely delightful vision, from the lewd, licentious scene transpiring before her. She gazed in amazement as the gleaming, pulsating flesh of her lover's blood-heavy cock disappeared from her sight into the wetly warm hole formed by Susan's full, luscious lips. She continued to suck and slaver over his corpulent penis like a greedy child lapping an ice-cream cone, kissing the rubbery head and running her tongue with remarkable agility around the hard wet tip and lapping up and down along the searing length of the long palpitating pole, hovering over it momentarily only to enclose it again and engulf it in the warm, cunt-like sanctuary of her oral cavern, filling it to the bursting point with the smooth hard texture of his rock-hard, throbbingly alive member.
Tony's own groans were muffled now, and Janet could see that her lover's face was buried between the sweat glistening thighs of her friend's quivering legs, his face crushed tightly against her wet, nakedly pink cuntal spread. His mouth was pressed into the ambrosial, warm, quivering valley between Susan's wildly spread thighs, and Janet saw that his dark dart of his tongue was lashing out deftly at the twitching cuntal lips embedded in his face, his thickly wet member flicking at the pulsating slit of her hotly sucking vagina, his hands gripping tightly against her firm, roundly-smooth moons of her ass flesh, pulling her satiny lush buttocks down on top of him even tighter, mashing her cum-glistening slit firmly against his" hungrily sucking mouth. His tongue shot agily into the hair-fringed narrow slit between her legs, licking hotly at the cuntal folds of her thrashing pussy and lapping at the lubricating cum she was pouring into his mouth from her flowered vaginal opening. Susan was moaning softly as she sucked and licked around the massive column of his mouth spearing prick, her provocatively rounded ass-cheeks squirming and thrashing with delight over Tony's grotesquely swollen cock.
Janet's face continued to stare with a dumbfounded contorted expression. She didn't know what to think about the obscenely wanton sight. She was frozen into immobility by the lewd sight of her lover's massive cock being sucked by her friend's churning mouth, and the thought of Tony's tongue ramming in and out of her openly-presented pussy was almost too much for her to believe. She couldn't believe that people did such things, not the normal people she knew.
Tony continued to play at Susan's blonde covered pussy slit with the thick wet length of his tongue, sending his turgid throbbing muscle into the dripping cuntal folds of her hotly seething vagina, teasing it unmercifully, and forcing his stiffened pulsing rod into the steaming, wet hole of her hungry, grasping orifice.
"Ohhhhhhh ... Ohhhh...." Janet heard Susan mumble deliriously, her throaty moans muffled around the saliva-coated head of his bulbous penis tip, her tongue continuing to lick lavishly at the drops of clear pre-seminal beads forming at the angry red head of his lustfully burly cock.
Janet was hypnotized by the sight of her girlfriend's lewd expression. It was so lascivious and full of pleasure, as her mouth dropped down to enclose the warm, pulsing cock once again that Janet involuntarily tightened her own lips and thighs at the sight. She saw Susan's hips grinding and writhing her wet, open crotch against Tony's mouth, her passion squirming cunt spreading wide to engulf his nose and mouth, swallowing his tongue deeply and totally into the wetly hot chamber of her vagina, forcing him deeper into her clasping depths.
Janet was filled with a strange dizziness and a mounting anger as she watched the obscene impassioned scene. A cold sweat broke out all over her body and her stomach started heaving with a tense mixture of fury and raw sexual excitement. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have a man's tongue in her cunt, to feel the soft, thickly stiff wetness ramming between her pussy lips. She shuddered when she remembered Frank forcing her to swallow his thickly hot penis before, and she had found the act sickening, but was it only because he had forced her? Susan was smiling so lewdly that Janet believed that she was actually enjoying what Tony was doing to her, licking and lapping her twitching cuntal lips, forcing his tongue into the warm folds of her vagina, slurping her cum and making her produce more.
A strange tingling sensation rippled through Janet as the enticing thought of what it would feel like to be in Susan's place, stretched out in bed with Tony, her legs tightly trapping his head between her thighs and opening her cunt to the warm probing of his searing, wet tongue as his cock throbbed in her mouth, pulsing threateningly with turgidly heated lust. A thought kept stabbing at her brain. Tony is my lover, she thought. She repeated this thought to herself as she watched Susan's tongue slid along the entire length of Tony's thickly expanded rod, her lips grazing the dense curly dark hair of his sperm bloated sac, and again enclosing its burgeoned length almost to the hilt in her saliva dripping mouth, which was forming a hot, wet sheath around the surging penis. Susan's lower body was twisting and bucking in a crazily frenzied manner, wildly jerking as Tony stabbed at her cuntal chamber over and over with his wet, pink tongue, piercing her vaginal spread violently in wild stabs smashing through her tight little cunt and bringing her to orgasmic frenzy. Janet could see his teeth nibble furiously at the throbbing bud of her sex-hardened clitoris, and Susan was rocking wildly as Janet imagined she felt tidal waves of sensual pleasure washing through her enraptured torso. Her entire pelvis was aflame from his expertly darting tongue and she passed on her sexually ecstatic frenzy to him by the cock engulfing sucking that she was giving to his convulsing penis.
Tony's eyes were closed tight as he experienced the mounting pleasure glowing from his lust-enraged cock. Susan's wet, tightly-hot mouth seemed to drive up his temperature and tease his sex-demented cock in a wild agony, and his penis felt as though it was being tormented by a million needle-sharp wires her fingernails gently raked the boiling reservoirs of his sperm laden balls. There was a rushing of pressure in his fist-sized angry red tip, and he knew that Susan was ready to cum, even as he was ready to explode his milky-white sperm into her cock-sucking mouth. His loins were aching to blow open and flood her cunt-like mouth with the thickly-hot jet of his cum, and he tightened his penis muscles to hold back the flood for as long as he could, lapping at her cunt and bringing her own boiling fires to complete and total climax.
He arched up from the bed, his thick distended cock thrusting and plunging into her wildly cock-sucking mouth, feeling the full length of it swell against the warm softness of her tongue and the roof of her pallet until a countless number of bursting sensations flew through him at once. All his lust-encouraged strength seemed to sear through him at once, gathering together at his penis tip and forcing a violent, delirious passing through his spurting penis.
Janet watched with wanton horror as she saw his sperm flood into Susan's mouth and burst from between her cunt-tight lips around the slippery shaft of Tony's mouth-fucking penis, and she felt an uncontrollable spasm of lustful hunger as she watched Susan gulp the milky liquid, her throat bobbing up and down as she allowed his cum to pour into her gullet. With a savage scream, Tony gripped Susan's head with his trembling hands, tearing madly at her hair, and feeling his balls erupt with scalding passion, ramming his blood-bloated cock like a powerful piston, with all his lust-crazed strength into her throat as deeply as he could.
Susan whimpered as her mouth closed tightly on his wildly pulsating length, her cheeks puffing and hollowing to an obscenely lewd balloon, filled with Tony's thickly hot, milky white sperm gushing deep into her throat and spewing voraciously from her sucking lips. Her cheeks filled and were emptied in a gulp, only to be refilled again by Tony's grotesquely flooding cock, the white liquid creaming like a river endlessly flowing into her mouth and into the depths of her gullet.
Instinctively, Janet gulped and swallowed with her friend as she watched Susan drink the final drops of Tony's jetting wash of sperm. And then, Janet watched with a furious spasm of envy as Susan's own thrashing body stiffened like a tight bowstring, and she began to shiver violently, crashing the hot perspiring force of her hotly seething loins tightly down against Tony's entrapped face, grinding her orgasm heated cunt against his incredible pleasure-giving tongue that was still darting and probing incessantly into the hot, pulsating cuntal depths of her lewdly open pussy. Susan's moans of orgasms were muffled around Tony's still semi-erect prick, lapping furiously at the drops of sperm that were still on his red bulbous tip, but Janet could see a crimson blush redden her friend's face as wave after wave of intense pleasure undulated her body, making her quiver and thrash wildly from head to toe. Her thighs were like a vise, tightly gripping Tony's cunt-lapping tongue, and as she pressed her bucking hips tighter down on his already cum-covered face, her hips were sent up sharply as Tony forced his tongue deeper and deeper into her thrashing cuntal membrane, sucking from her pussy her orgasmic juices as she washed his face with a fine, wetly warm mist of sticky, clear cum, her secreting cuntal lips open and allowing her bursting lubrication to flood along Tony's lewdly grinning mouth.
At last, the orgasmic jerks of the naked bodies began to subside, and there was only an occasional quivering twitch showing from their wetly perspiring, glistening flesh. Janet watched as Tony's cum-drained cock slipped from Susan's still hungrily clinging mouth, and they fell back together on the bed, panting to regain their breath, their chests heaving with the uneven gulps of air they took in.
For a long moment there was nothing but utter silence. As her wits came back to her, Janet felt a strong surge of envy and jealousy. That should be me lying there, she thought to herself, not Susan. I'm the one that should be satiated, not Susan!
Anger coursed through her like a fiery wind, and the thought that Tony had actually lied to her popped into her lustfully aroused memory. Tony was her lover! Janet was aware of a strange emptiness between her thighs, a strong feeling of being left out, and she did not like it. She didn't like it one bit. She broke away from her frozen position and burst the door open fully.
"You cock-sucking son of a bitch!" she hissed suddenly. "I'll make both of you pay for this!"
Susan and Tony sat upright on the bed and stared in horror at the sight of the furious woman dashing into the room towards them.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
"Janet!" gasped Tony, his face glowing bright red with startled surprise as the angry figure of his mistress. Susan was staring in livid, embarrassed horror, her eyes widening as she tried to hide her face from Janet's intense stare. "Janet, please believe me ... I had no idea. I mean...."
"How could you?" Janet hissed, her blazing eyes darting from one nude figure to the other. "As soon as my back is turned...."
She stopped, unable to think of anything to say. What could she say? After all, she was the one who had been cheating on her husband, and it was her who had stolen Susan's lover, not the other way around. She was suddenly overcome with a deep sense of worthlessness and emptiness, a feeling of total numbness depressing her entire being.
"Janet, honey," soothed Tony, leaping up from the bed and coaxing her to sit on the bed next to him, his hand stroking her full, lush hair.
Almost as soon as he had touched her, Janet's anger and depression subsided, and her feelings towards her cheating lover were melting with his honeyed soothing words. Helplessly, she leaned against his naked shoulder, delighting in the strong masculine power he was radiating to her. He was so protective, so reassuring, and she needed him so badly.
"Oh ... Tony...." she whimpered into his shoulder, releasing her pent-up tears which had been gathering since she first barged into the room after watching her friend and lover sixty-nining on the messy double bed. Then she had felt alone and totally unwanted, but as she allowed her emotions to be reached by Tony, a new surge of strength was flowing into her trembling body.
Tony was whispering caressing words into her ear, and he was beginning to lull her into a wonderful feeling of relaxation, and as she noticed that he was smoothly unbuttoning her blouse a shiver of sensual delight rippled through her throbbing body. As he deftly slipped off her outer covering and moved his fingers skillfully around her back to the fasteners of her bra, she felt her pussy lips tighten lewdly, and she noticed a burning fire between her twitching thighs. She was starting to produce her feminine juices and she wondered how she could control her growing lust. She had never fucked a man with someone else in the room, and she couldn't very well ask Susan to leave. And suddenly, as she watched with lustful intent, Tony was unzipping her skirt and opening it to expose her pantied cunt. Her bra slipped down over shoulders, and without thinking, she stood up from the bed and removed her panties, offering her cuntal regions to the man who had been able to soothe her to such a relaxed state. She didn't care that Susan was watching her as she fell comfortably into Tony's strong arms, his hands caressing and massaging her naked swelling breasts, pinching her hardening nipples and sending waves of turgid fires coursing through her hungry body.
She was aware that Susan was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, watching them closely and not knowing what to say. She was not angry at Susan anymore. Tony would take care of everything. As though she were in a dream world, she felt his hands wander lazily along her nakedly quivering satin smooth flesh, creamy-white thighs, and she smiled as she felt them pried apart, the cool rush of unexpected air on her hotly cum covered pussy lips sending a wave of luscious delight coursing through her entire body. Obediently, she allowed her thighs to remain open, soothed by the wonderfully light touch of his gentle fingers on her sex-sensitive inner flesh and lulled by the sweet lascivious words he was whispering in her ear. She gasped as she felt his fingers brush lightly on the softly squirming outer flesh of her gushing pussy folds. She didn't mind that he was touching her there, and she didn't pull her body away from his probing fingers. She liked his cunt piercing, and she closed her eyes as she felt his body slide off the edge of the bed and his hot breath sear her heaving swollen breasts, burn at her constricting belly flesh, and finally, seethe at her twitching cuntal lips, inching along her open, undulating inner thighs. He was going to-kiss her there, between her legs. He was actually going to put his mouth on her throbbing pussy lips, just like he had done to Susan not more than five minutes ago. He was going to send his tongue into her cuntal folds and she wanted him to do it. She wanted to feel as sexually excited as she had seen Susan. All her instinctive objections to the perverse act of letting a man kiss her cunt faded as she felt the hotly wet tongue reach into the sensitive folds of her outer cunt, and a rush of delirious delight raced through her lewdly nude cuntal opening as she felt his hot, turgid breath flowing into her chamber. There were still some reservations, sub-conscious inhibitions that were brought to the surface as he licked at her tangled cuntal moss of her pubic hair, and she whimpered faintly heard protests.
"No, Tony," she mewled, unable to resist pressing his head tightly against her quivering seeping cuntal slit. "Please, don't make me want you to do this."
Tony lifted his head from between her rapidly constricting and releasing thighs.
"Now, Janet, honey," began Tony in a slow, patient voice, "I'm going to lick your pussy, and I'm going to do it because I know you'll love it. It's going to make you feel so good when I run my tongue along your hot, juicy little slit that you'll never want me to stop. It will make you feel as good as it made Susan."
He had kissed and sucked Susan's cunt and now he was going to do the same thing to her. A wanton thrill of lascivious pleasure coursed through her at the lurid thought of Tony's seething tongue plunging between her wet cuntal lips, thrusting into the open depths of her boiling vagina, and the picture of Susan thrashing mindlessly on the bed with Tony's face rammed deeply into her cunt just minutes before ... Yes, she wanted it ... she wanted her pussy licked the way Susan's had been ... she wanted to be wildly excited, turgidly feverish, to climax the way Susan had climaxed, the way she had seen her do.
"Yes, yes, Tony," Janet gasped quickly as Tony fingered her dripping cunt, barely inserting his fingernail between the quivering slit. "Do it to me, lick my pussy the way that you licked Susan's."
"Are you sure it's what you want?" teased Tony as he ran his finger lightly along her hotly sucking cunt, his hand palming her full vaginal area. He was sending waves of delirious intense fires searing through her body, and she was forcing her hips downward against his hand. She wanted to feel something deep in her cunt, and Tony was torturing her with his light finger fucking.
"Yes, Tony, for God's sake, eat my pussy!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Tony shifted his body and placed his powerful hands around her soft smooth buttocks and forced them apart, moving with them her gyrating thighs and opening fully the valley to her cum-glistening pink pussy lips. He was becoming erect again in anticipatory pleasure as he saw the moistly throbbing furrow of her wantonly thrashing pussy, the thin dark-haired fringed outer lips, her clitoral bud swelling with blood-heated desire, the reddish tip becoming hard with her sensually aroused need and pulsing wetly beneath the gleaming wisps of her pubic hair.
Gently he placed a finger and thumb against the rapidly palpitating flesh of the turgidly parting flanges and firmly drew them apart, parting the gushing softness of her glistening cuntal hair and revealing the sensuously soft, hotly wet pink flesh of her fragile slit. It was moist and smooth and tantalizingly close and there was a distinctive film of glowing moisture emanating from her lightly secreting inner flesh, glistening and wet on her shiny silky surface of her widely parted thighs. Tony reveled in the heady aroma of her secreted feminine juices, and he breathed the ambrosial air deeply, its honeyed scent filling him with a new and fresh energy as he opened his mouth slightly and touched the outer fringes of her cuntal slit.
With a torturing slowness he reached out with his stiffened tongue and wormed the wet organ deeper and deeper into the fleshy folds of her gyrating vagina. Janet had never felt such turbulent, blissful anguish, and she felt as though her entire cunt was on fire, burning out of control as Tony rammed the full length of his turgidly thick tongue into the gushing chamber of her pussy passage. A piercing gasp wrenched from her hoarse throat and shattered the silence of the bedroom.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Janet screamed, jerking her sweat-glistening body wildly against the cunt-sucking mouth piercing her sweetly secreting inner walls, her clitoris spasming with involuntary twitches as she was forced to constrict and relax her muscles around Tony's deeply enclosed tongue. She jerked her body away with sensual surprise, but Tony held her firmly against his face and reached into her soft, tender folds again, ramming his tongue deeper into her hotly flickering hole, lashing it gently along her wet outer flesh and again piercing her cuntal depths. Janet felt torching ripples sear the entire length of her spine, and she squirmed slightly from the agonizing contact Tony had made along her blood-hardened clitoris. But she did not pull back as the sensitive flesh became accustomed to the strange touch of a wet, naked tongue. Tony became engrossed with his task, moving his face tightly against the warm, churning valley of her openly throbbing pussy, pushing his steel-like tongue deeper and deeper into the soft recesses of her twitchingly alive cunt. He rammed the tip of his hungrily sucking organ far into the boiling depths of her delicate, pinkly gleaming folds, sucking and teasing at the squirming flesh and blowing gently far up into the cum-drenched, dark chamber of her writhing cunt, causing her to grind her hips firmly against his pussy-violating face.
Janet was in heaven, feeling a sexual experience like none other she had ever known.
After the first shocking contact when she had pulled back in obscene horror, she began to actually enjoy the all-encompassing sensations, and powerful waves of pleasure began to take hold of her, curling around inside her tongue-fucked cunt, making her push her loins further forward against Tony's vagina licking, and causing her to spread her voluptuous, creamy-white thighs even further apart. She could feel her cuntal passage contracting tightly around Tony's tongue, contracting and opening with a rhythm that she thought could only happen with the penetration of a thick cock in her vagina, her cunt trying to suck in the smooth, wetly hot organ that was ramming her cuntal folds as it teased playfully around the hungrily clasping inner walls of her widely open, vibrantly receptive pussy.
"Oh, God ... mmmmmmnnnnnnn...." she moaned ecstatically as Tony's throbbing tongue suddenly found the expanded hard bud of her already lust-hardened clitoris and began to dab tantalizingly at it, trapping it between his teeth and teasing the tip with his wildly flickering tongue. Janet thrashed her glistening naked body crazily on the bed, grinding her softly clenched buttocks into the mattress, clamping her pulsing thighs tightly around Tony's head in a convulsive moment as she tried to keep him from pulling his face away from her quivering cunt, desperately trying to force his lush, cunt-fucking tongue deeper into her pussy.
Tony worked like a man possessed between the thrashing girl's lewdly outstretched legs, working slavishly inside her wetly turgid vagina with his warmly smooth tongue, thrusting it deeper and harder into her pulsing pussy lips, making a lewd, wetly sluicing sound as he sucked at her secreting feminine juices, lapping at them as he wormed his teeth in her tossing convulsive cunt. He could feel the smooth, satin soft flesh of her grinding buttocks tighten against each other, and contracting forcibly as she ground her lust-maddened vagina up against his cum-coated face, allowing him to thrust his slippery tongue further into her warm, gushing cuntal flesh. Her turgid, wetly-pulsing inner cuntal walls flowered open and -rimmed his nose and mouth even more, and he could feel the softly curling tendrils of her dark pubic wisps grazing across his furrowed brow. He continued to slaver greedily at her churning, throbbing cunt while above his face he could feel her body twist and gyrate in a lewd dance of hungry lust-maddened desire.
Teasingly, his tongue nibbled at the tightly clasped edges of her pussy orifice, and then he stiffened his furiously probing organ and rammed it piercingly far up into her seething, heated inner depths. Janet's body tensed totally as a searing stab of lascivious pain shot through her entire nakedly thrashing body, coursing through her being and building up into an intense cry of wanton delight.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed, her hips flailing wildly as his thickly pulsing tongue plunged deep into her churning cuntal depths. It felt so vibrant and alive inside of her that she thought she might have been pierced by his thickly throbbing cock, and her desire-maddened inner sinews contracted tightly and began an eager pumping of their own against his face. Tony continued to pump his tongue in and out of her undulating hips in his lewdly lascivious imitation fucking. Janet's madly writhing sheath continued to milk the ambrosial pleasure-giving organ inside her, and her excitedly secreting inner juices were flowing down copiously over his face, drenching it in a warmly wet sticky mist, almost cutting off his breath completely as she ground her lust-heated vagina against his feverishly working face.
Susan was watching the wild scene with growing excitement. At first, when Janet had stormed into the room, she had been terrified, and she had no idea as to why her friend was so upset. She had not been able to make any sense out of her babbling. Susan was at first afraid that not even Tony would be able to calm her down, but as soon as she saw her lover putting his arms around her, she knew that everything would be all right. Tony had a remarkable talent for handling people. She hadn't really minded when he started to lick and suck her friend's pussy, as she had just orgasmed, but now that she had regained both her composure and breath, she felt ripples course through her newly aroused body, and she was watching eagerly as Tony pierced her friend's cunt again and again with his tongue, a tongue that she knew was able to arouse any woman. A familiar searing fire was building in her body as she watched the thrashing couple on her bed, and she felt the hotly wet juices secrete from between her tightly clasped cuntal lips and trickle down her pressing thighs. Her eyes widened as she saw Janet gasp and thrash for breath, and Susan's breasts were swelling painfully as she shivered at the lewdly delicious sight of Tony ramming his turgid tongue into the pink, throbbing folds of Janet's pussy. The overwhelming thrusts of his lips in her cunt brought a feverish wave of lust-heated fires to Susan's cunt, and she spread her legs apart in an effort to feel along with Janet the piercing thrusts of her lover's frenzied organ. Suddenly she was the one who felt left out. She felt as though the bouncing couple had forgotten all about her, and a stab of envy coursed through her naked body. What the fuck, this was her bedroom, and Tony was her lover. Why should Janet have all the fun? Maybe Tony's face and tongue was occupied, but Janet was laying flat on the bed, her mouth going to waste, and right when Susan felt that she needed something hot and thick in her secreting cuntal flesh. She inched herself toward the entwining couple on the edge of the bed.
Janet was barely aware of the movement on the bed, and hardly noticed that Susan was moving closer to her wildly shaking head, but she thought that the other girl was going to hit her, or what was worse, pull her away from Tony now that he was sucking and licking her pussy instead of Susan's, but as she mentally braced herself for that, it didn't happen. Suddenly, Janet felt a warm wetness on her face, grinding down tightly over her nose and mouth. For a moment, everything was blocked out, and then she realized what had happened. Susan had actually sat on her face, opening her wet cuntal folds over her friend's mouth, straddling her the same way she had placed her own thighs around Tony's cunt-sucking mouth, and she was expecting Janet to eat and lick her pussy. Janet wanted to turn away for a brief second, but Susan had planted her thighs and cunt firmly around her mouth, and there was no escape from the lewdly perverse act she was expected to perform. A strong feeling of disgust waved through her body as she thought of actually kissing another woman's pussy. It was wrong. Or was it? She had already come a long way, letting Tony kiss and suck her own cunt, why not go all the way and try for an even further sexual arousal and satisfaction. Why not indeed? An illicit thrill of delight shot through her and then, without another moment's hesitation, she opened her mouth and rammed her tongue deeply into the' inwardly sucking folds of her best friend's cunt. She was rewarded with the loud, piercing sound of Susan's delirious moan, a soft mewl of lascivious pleasure at the thought that she was going to have her cunt sucked and licked again in such a short time, and by her best friend.
Janet sucked deliciously at Susan's cunt. It felt surprisingly good to sink her teeth deeply into the turgid, hotly slippery folds of another woman's pussy, and she continued to probe and dart with her tongue and teeth into the depths of the other woman's churning flesh, burrowing into the wetly pulsing recesses, titillating the small seething button of her clitoris. Susan's thighs were like a wet vise around her face, and the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks were like air pillows engulfing Janet's head and face. Janet moaned softly into the cunt on top of her face as she felt her friend's hands reach down and gently caress her blood-swollen breasts, squeezing the rock-like nipples between her firm and soft hands, kneading the globes and making them burgeon even more, sending ripples of searing fire from her pinching of the bright red tips between her thumb and forefinger. Janet's body was alive with a thousand thrilling sensations coursing from a thousand different directions all at once and meeting at her cunt with a terrific, ever-mounting pressure of lust-sought cum pressing against her tongue-lashed cuntal lips. Janet shot her tongue deeply 'into Susan's wildly gyrating pussy just as Tony was engulfing mouthfuls of her own cuntal flesh, ramming his thickly working organ on her own gasping cunt down below.
Tony was working slavishly between Janet's lewdly out-stretched legs, goaded on by the sight of Susan's lasciviously positioned cunt astride his mistress's face like some sort of pagan maiden, and the air was resounding with the wet, slurping sounds of the double sucking and licking, added and mixed with the ever-mounting sighs of orgasmic frenzy.
Janet's body was almost totally alive with mindless sexual pleasure, and she was coming close to the long-awaited excruciating point of climax. She thought she would die if she had to wait any longer for the flood of cum to wash from her cunt. She could barely believe that she was laying there, naked in front of two people, stretched out on her back, allowing Tony to slurp at her twitching cunt between her lewdly parted legs like a greedy animal, and that Susan had planted her churning cunt tightly against her own wildly licking and sucking face, that she was actually enjoying the deliciously-scented pussy pulsing in her mouth. She could hardly believe that such a perverse act could feel so totally encompassing and blissful. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, or had ever imagined in her wildest dreams, and she felt an amazing sense of totality and belonging, a strange oneness with her lover and her best friend. She loved kissing and sucking her friend's writhing pussy as much as she thrilled to having Tony's broiling tongue ram again and again into the gyrating folds of her seething, boiling cunt, and she knew that she would burst into orgasm soon, and that it would be an unbelievably intense release when she and Susan flooded together. And that moment was almost, deliriously, excruciatingly there.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank quickly glanced around before opening the door to Susan's house. His carefulness was something of a habit, as he usually came to visit her after work, before he went home to his frigid wife. Lately she had not seemed to mind that he had been coming home late. At least he was consistent about the time he did come home. Today was something special, though. He had managed to get off from work early by reorganizing the things he had to do. He had found that he could do much of the things that had to be done right in his own home. The constant trip every day into the city was something of a pain in the ass, and if this latest project worked out as well as he thought it would, he would be able to spend more time at home. Not that he wanted to be with his ice-cold wife, but they did live very close to Susan, and spending more time at home meant that he could see her more often. Not being able to see her was the only drawback to their affair, and he wanted to surprise her with his latest bit of news. At least she would be happy, unlike his wife, who he knew would greet the news with a casual shrug of her shoulders.
He wished things were better between him and Janet, but he knew that to try and force a reconciliation would do no good, especially the way she was behaving lately. Sometimes during this past week he had thought she was living in another world, Frank wondered if this were because of the brutal beating he had given her. He had not really felt sorry because of that. She had no business nagging him about his drinking. She was the major reason he had come home drunk. He couldn't face the thought that she always wanted to wait until night for sex. Hell, he wanted to fuck as soon as he got home from a hard day at the office. Well, that was water over the dam for the time being. Susan was occupying a major part of his time now, and he really didn't feel sorry for his wife. Her problems were mostly her fault, and if she couldn't come around to his way of thinking, she could fuck herself, something she was probably doing a lot of lately. She certainly wasn't fucking him.
As he opened the front door to Susan's house, he hoped she was home. He didn't want to waste any time, not with his cock swelling in his pants the way it was, every time he thought of Susan. Creeping lightly through the house, he walked slowly toward her bedroom. He wanted to surprise her, especially if she was taking a nap.
Coming closer to the slightly ajar door, he thought he heard a loud raucous voice, a voice he recognized as Susan's high-pitched tone.
Frank stood frozen, the color draining from his face and his body trembling. What the hell was going on? Who could be in there with her? Frank doubled his massive fists as a wave of blinding jealousy swept through him, and he was about to barge into the bedroom in heated anger when another shriek from Susan stopped him.
Frank nearly fell over as he felt all his strength pass from his body. His head was pounding in a wild rush of complete disbelief. Janet??? His wife??? What could she possibly have to do with this? He had to find out what was going on in that bedroom. His legs moved as though by themselves, and as he entered the semi-dark bedroom he blinked his eyes to make them accustomed to the darkness. For a long, terrible moment, he couldn't make out the tangled jumble of arms and legs, sweating male and female flesh bouncing and thrashing on the huge double bed. Susan's bed, but as his pupils widened and he was more able to see, he saw, with a mounting rage of total disbelief, that Susan was wildly waving her arms in the air, her long blonde hair tangling as she threw her head back, her golden tanned breasts jiggling obscenely as she ground her hips fiercely against the mouth that was sucking and slavering between her legs. And as he followed her thrashing body down her curvaceous body, he numbed in utter shock. She had planted her undulating cunt on Janet's mouth. There was no doubt about it. That was his wife who was stretched out so lewdly, sucking and licking greedily and hungrily against Susan's wildly gyrating pussy, and some stranger Frank had never seen before was groveling bestially between Janet's widespread thighs, tongue-fucking her own wildly, nakedly receptive cunt.
Frank simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that this was his own sweet, innocent, frigid young wife, actually taking part in the lewdly perverse act of a three-person fuck, a fuck that included his mistress and some total stranger. That she had actually opened her creamy thighs and was allowing some man to kiss and suck her vagina while she herself was licking and eating her friend's pussy! The room seemed to swim in front of his eyes as he stared without understanding what he was seeing. His mind registered Susan's frenzied cries of lascivious delight as she ground her writhing hips tighter and tighter against his wife's cunt-fucking mouth, undulating her thrashing cunt as she flooded Janet's face with a tumultuous wash of sticky-sweet, hotly turgid cum, gushing from her palpitating cuntal lips and seething over Janet's face. Sexually exhausted, Susan tried to lift her trembling body from her friend's vagina-lashing tongue, but as she tried to slide her sweat glistened naked body off Janet's mouth, she reached up with her hands and enveloped Susan's swollen breasts, grabbing Susan fully and holding her tightly against her nearly totally enclosed mouth. Frank was staring in sheer disbelief as Janet arched her body and forced her tongue as deeply into Susan's already excited cunt as she could, gripping her friend's quivering breasts and kneading them so that she might bring her lewdly nude body once again to another broiling orgasm. Janet was clinging desperately, pulling her friend down over her still hungry, searching mouth. Frank could see his wife's long pink tongue lash out at Susan's dripping cuntal slit, darting in and out along the sensually soft outer lips, lapping each rush of feminine juices as wave after hotly moist wave scorched her face. Janet's face was flushed with exertion and coated with Susan's exotically scented fluids, and her tongue was continually thrusting into Susan's inner secreting cuntal walls, her hips still locked tightly around her friend's face as she strove for yet another orgasm. She was grunting and panting lewdly, gasping for breath as she thrashed her honeyed pussy madly against Janet's spear-like tongue, her breast nipples re-hardening as she could feel her recently released fires again build to aggravated, excruciatingly blissful torture searing through her body once again as her friend refused to end her frenzied tongue fucking. Frank thought he had seen enough he knew he couldn't take any more of the revolting scene and he had to rush into the room right then and put an end to the obscenely perverse actions on the bed....
But he couldn't move. He was frozen to his spot in abject horror, his heart quickening its tempo and sending surges of hatred and jealousy at the sight of his wife's spastically jerking naked body. She was completely controlled by overpowering tremors that were racing the full length of her creamy soft, sweat-glistening flesh. Her breasts were like jiggling mountains, tossing with the bucking she was giving her thrashing torso, and the massaging Susan was giving her thrashing torso, and the massaging Susan was giving them, kneading her milky-white fleshy glans and pinching her sensitive nipples, even as Janet was reaching up and caressing Susan's wildly flaying mounds. Her thighs were grinding up furiously against the slurping face of the man who had rammed his mouth firmly between her jostling legs. Frank could see the strange man's pink, thick tongue dart and lash viciously at his wife's writhing cuntal lips, her pink cuntal folds twitching viciously around her dark, cum-drenched pussy fringe, her hips jerking and bucking tightly against the man's face, his hands holding her soft ass-cheeks firmly against his tongue, forcing his face further into the passion-heated morass of her throbbingly heated vagina, and the tightly teased mounds of her lusciously moving buttocks were spasming upwards as she writhed her lust-tormented cunt around the man's desperately hungry mouth, twitching each time he rammed his steel-like, hotly wet tongue into her seething, boiling cuntal hole.
Suddenly Janet could hold back no longer. Muffled sounds forced their way around Susan's gyrating hot little pussy in lustfully lewd grunts of sheer animal pleasure. She thought she would burst if she didn't cum right away, and even though she wanted to prolong the delicious sensations searing through her body, the turgid seething fluids of her tongue-induced orgasm were building up in volcanic eruptions that threatened to flood Tony's face with a tidal wave of boiling juice. She just had to experience the ecstasy that was hovering so close to her wantonly thrashing cuntal lips.
"Oh God, Tony darling, keep licking my cunt ... God Tony, don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
The lewdly obscene words tumbled from her own slurping mouth as her body was seized with an overpowering sense of pounding sexual bliss, and she was torn apart as the first corpulent wave of orgasm swept through her, washing aside everything but the consciousness of total sexual ecstasy.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnnngggg!" she chanted like a madwoman possessed, and Frank gaped in total amazement at the sounds, his mouth hanging open, his head reeling and throbbing from the vile words his wife was screaming out, his brain dazzled by the sight of her flailing and thrashing on Susan's double bed in unabashed wanton lust.
Her hips, as if of their own accord, were jerking frantically, possessed by a rhythm produced by Tony's crazily whipping tongue, and her body was totally aflame in an all-consuming fire that grew and grew until it burst in a million searing atoms that plowed through her churning body, each of which was a pinpoint of blue hot, excruciating pleasure. Her hair was a tangled mass around her hotly flushed face, and her nearly closed eyes rolled obscenely and unseeingly, glazed with all-enveloping lust and delight. There had never been anything like it in Janet's life. Her body was like an atomic inferno out of control, blazing total sexual energy searing into every iota of her aroused being, and she pressed her undulating hips in a final downward thrust against Tony's exhausted tongue as he licked the last remnants of her cum from her wet, writhing cuntal slit.
"Mmmmmmnnnnn...." she moaned as she allowed Susan to slide from her face, totally exhausted though still moving her milky thighs together. Her inner tremors began to ease and the flames of passion were beginning to die down, leaving her body quivering and trembling with an aftermath of exotic arousal. A thin trickle of Tony's saliva and her orgasmic juices streamed gently down over her silky-skinned thighs, coating Tony's face with a gleaming mask of mingled fluids, her legs finally releasing his flushed head from between her vise-tight thighs. She took several deep breaths as she heaved her breasts violently.
"Oh, Tony, that was so good, better than I would have ever imagined," she crooned happily, closing her eyes contentedly as Tony nestled beside her. She meant it. She had never believed that a man sucking and licking her cunt could have aroused her the way Tony had done, and she wanted to start the action all over again.
"Please, Tony, lick my pussy again," she whispered.
Her happy words of lust unleashed the terrible storm of Frank's burning anger. The lewd scene he had just seen that had held him transfixed was over now, and he was able to burst into the room, his face livid with rage and fury.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded wildly, his eyes ablaze with anger and rage, darting from one lewdly naked body to the other, the nude figures on the bed staring dumbfounded from the bed at the madman standing over them.
"Frank!" It was Janet's voice that first broke the silence, her words trembling and shaking in a high-pitched tone.
Frank glared at her. "Yes, it's me, Frank, your husband, or have you forgotten that we've been married for over a year?"
His voice was cold and hateful, and Janet was trying to think of words that would calm him down. She remembered what happened the last time he was this angry.
"Please, darling...." she began timidly, shrinking her body from his searing, livid gaze.
"Don't you darling me, you dirty little slut," he snarled, his words hissing from between his tightly clenched teeth. "I saw what you were doing, letting this ass-hole son of a bitch here lick your pussy like that ... I saw you cumming from his sucking like a two-bit whore with his head rammed between your legs...."
"Frank, honey...." This time it was Susan, speaking as though his bursting into her bedroom was the most natural thing in the world.
"And I don't want to hear anything from you, you perverted little two-timer," he rounded on his mistress, advancing menacingly towards the bed. His fists were doubled and his face was flushed as he glared at Tony, ready for him to protect himself. Tony was a shade larger than he was, and just enough more muscular that Frank might have been afraid of him if he weren't so angry.
"Hey, Frank, come on. Take it easy," drawled Tony, lying casually on the bed and smiling at the enraged husband.
"And you, you sick bastard, I ought to beat you to within an inch of your life. My wife and my girl both, you dirty son of a bitch!"
Tony almost burst apart laughing, but Janet stared at her husband, and a wave of sudden understanding coursed through her nakedly shivering body.
"Your ... your girl? You mean ... you and Susan...." her voice trailed off as she began to put the pieces together.
"That's right, Janet," smiled Susan as she walked over to Frank and enclosed him with her arms. A flush of heated blood turned Janet's cum-covered face bright red with intense anger. How dare her husband call her a cheating two-timer when he himself was cheating on her, cheating with her best friend. So that's what he was doing here, at Susan's home, and that's also why he had been coming home late.
"And just what were you and Susan doing while my back was turned?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom, anger at his mindless double standard making her feel strong enough to stand up to her husband. "I suppose you and she spent the hours you had together playing Monopoly."
"I don't think what we were doing is any of your goddamn business," Frank hissed back. He was trying to be oblivious to Susan's hand unbuckling his pants and dropping them to the floor, exposing his jutting cock thrusting forward from between his hairy powerful legs.
"Why? Did you keep losing because she wiped you out with brothels on Baltic Avenue?"
But Frank was not listening to her. His body was becoming calmed and soothed as Susan lashed her tongue in his ear, her hands coursing down his no longer angry body and rested lightly on his burgeoned penis. Before he could push her away, she dropped slowly to her knees and lapped the bulbous head of his thickening cock with her stiff, warmly wet tongue, and he found his hands moving like they had minds of their own along the soft, sensually smooth curves of her curvaceous body, palming her swollen breasts and delighting in the feeling of her rock-hard nipples in his hands. She had placed her slender fingers between his legs, teasingly moving them up to his suddenly trembling loins.
"For God's sake, Susan...." he said, but he could not even make himself believe it. God, she could be a sexy bitch when she wanted to be. And she always wanted to be. She had never hesitated to suck his cock, even those infrequent times when he was almost too tired to have her do it. Susan was purring to herself, fabulously rubbing her lithe body against his, and with a broad smile on her lewdly luscious lips, she opened her mouth and engulfed the total length of Frank's thickly swollen penis, swallowing his granite hardness between her saliva-dripping lips and ramming his turgid mass deeply into the warm wet confines of her cunt-tight gullet.
Janet stared in astonishment, anger flooding her already red cheeks. How could Susan do such a thing? Frank was her husband, and she was not done telling him what she had to say. Well, she'd soon put a stop to that....
As she took another step to her mouth fucking husband, she felt Tony's restraining hand on her naked shoulder.
"Not so fast, honey," he laughed, bouncing off the bed and turning her around. "Don't forget about me!" His big strong hands were moving along her nudely trembling body, grasping her firm, round ass-cheeks and drawing them tightly against his up-thrusting, spear-like cock. But Janet hardly noticed his lascivious actions on her quivering body. She was transfixed by the sight of the cock-sucking not more than three feet away from her, her widening eyes glued to the sensuously blissful couple, her husband and her best friend, mindlessly unaware of anything and everything around them except the lewd act they were performing. Frank had already closed his eyes and thrown his head back, his hands gripping firmly on the blonde head of Susan's curvaceous body, pressing her tightly against his undulating hips as he rammed his blue-veined, piston-like cock into her ovaled mouth. Susan also had her eyes closed, her mouth sliding up and down along the slippery pole of manly flesh deep in her wet oral caverns, bobbing her head the full length of the throbbing, writhing heat deep in her mouth. It had become so blood-enraged that she never dreamed that she would be able to fit the entire burly mass of cock in her oral cavity. But she had, and the feeling of his bloated shaft in her mouth was wonderful. She had always loved to suck his monstrous penis, and she never tired of having him explode his thick, hot sperm into her mouth.
"Oh, baby, I love to suck this huge cock of yours," she whispered loudly, and Janet couldn't believe her ears and eyes. Susan had somehow been able to engulf her husband's corpulent penis with her mouth and was actually ramming it deep enough into her throat that she was able to nibble at his sperm-bloated ball-sac with her stretched lips. It was as unbelievable to Janet as when she had seen Susan do the same thing to Tony.
Frank was making lewd, low, throaty, animal grunts of pleasure as wave after wave of irresistible bliss washed over his confused, lust-wracked mind. He sprawled awkwardly against the armchair in the room, leaning back in it and spreading his legs as Susan fell to all fours and crept between his legs like a hungry animal eating his cock greedily.
Despite the hardness his penis had already attained, Susan could feel it swell even more, the lust-heated blood pulsing through his burgeoned mass with throbbing power, bristling with the wisps of pubic hair that rasped at the inner walls of Susan's palate.
For a moment, Susan removed her wetly-warm mouth from the spasming shaft and looked into Frank's blissfully mindless face, his expression changing from one of sheer and total lust to that of a child who has just had a favorite toy taken from him when Susan stopped her tremendous sucking.
"You want me to suck your cock, don't you, lover?" she teased, her hands rubbing lightly along his lewdly outstretched legs, inching toward his ball-laden sac, grasping the scrotum lightly and squeezing it. "You don't really care about who sucks your wife's cunt as long as you can have me lick and suck that massive pillar of yours."
It was true. He no longer cared that a total stranger had been sucking and kissing his wife's hot little cunt, that she had allowed another man to ram his head between her twitching naked legs and thrust his tongue into the folds of her cuntal lips. He didn't care any more. The desire-maddened blood was searing through his half-naked body and filling his thickening penis, turning it into a massive cylinder of crazed lust, drawing from his seething body all his anger and replacing it with a wanton hunger for her mouth around his turgidly aroused, thickly grotesque penis. There was only one thought on his mind now ... to have Susan place her cunt-tight luscious lips around his surging vibrant cock, to have her suck his penis the way she did best, and the way she wanted to, the way he wanted her to. It was almost sickening, having watched her make his wife eat her pussy the way she had, but as she placed her full, voluptuous lips around his immense column, all other thoughts faded from his mind.
The all-encompassing feeling of Susan's warm mouth closing in on the turbulent angry red tip of his pounding cock while his wife watched from a few feet away caused a jerk of sensual excitement in his torso, causing him to throb his prick firmly in front of him, sending the pulsing bloated length deeply into Susan's gullet, her throat hungrily awaiting him. He moaned audibly as Susan reached forward with her head and enveloped the mushroom-shaped tip of his penis against her lips. He felt the warm lip stick painted surface of her opened lips graze gently against the sensitive skin of his churning penis head and all thoughts, all rationale drained from his mind as her softly enfolding lips closed warmly and moistly over his maddened, rock-hard cock. He opened his glazed eyes and watched with ecstatic delight as the tight luscious circle of her red mouth stretched around his burgeoned penis and enveloped his fist-sized tip, her tongue inched its way along the swollen base. He could feel her pink, warmly-wet organ swiping around his boiling hardness, causing it to leap and revolve around in her mouth. Her lips were buttery and smooth, and they clung tightly to the sex-taut column of flesh like a warm elastic ring. He could feel her sliding lips massaging along his throbbing, slippery mass, eagerly taking as much of his blood-swollen penis as she could, drawing him into the hot moist cavern of her throat, surrounding him with her agile, tender, fleshy lips.
"Oh God ... Oooooooo...." he sighed lewdly, his whole body tingling with wave after wave of writhing, churning pleasure.
Susan began to suck greedily and hungrily on his burgeoned penis, engulfing his thick, searing mass into the hollow of her puffed cheeks, ramming his spear-like shaft into her throat and nibbling at his hair-covered ball sac with her luscious lips, trying to suck the eagerly sought nectar from the depths of his testicles as her mouth continued to milk the palpitating pillar of his throbbing cock. Her fingers danced lightly over his straggling strands of pubic hair and circled the base of his thickly sturdy cock, her hands cupping and stretching the swollen sac, her tongue licking and curling around the blood-hot shaft deep in her.
Through lust swimming eyes, Frank was slightly aware that there was a new movement on the bed, and he tried to focus on the strange man moving threateningly toward his naked wife, channeling his lust-ridden mind from the stream of his own total excitement to try and see what was happening to her. He stared in speechless amazement at the sight that greeted his half-opened eyes only a few feet away. His wife's lover was running his-hands along her silky smooth flesh, guiding them with lascivious delight down her breast cleavage, pinching her sex-tight, rock-hard nipples with such force that Janet was almost thrown off her feet as a wave of torturous pain seared through her nakedly trembling body, and Frank watched in utter disbelief as she flowered her undulating thighs and allowed the love-swollen man to inch his wandering fingers along her creamy-white thigh and enter the softly gushing folds of her hotly steaming cunt. He listened in complete shock as Janet emitted moans of sensuous, lascivious pleasure, and Frank tried to make himself believe that this was actually happening. Was that his frigid wife, a woman who never wanted to fuck him, allowing another man to do those things to her pussy? It had to be. She was allowing that man to enter her yearning and quivering pink cuntal lips with his lust-stiffened fingers, probing between her flowering pussy and ramming his thick digits into the softly receptive folds of her throbbing vagina, cupping her cuntal region with the whole of his hand and massaging her inverted triangle harshly, drawing her secreting feminine juices across her glistening pubic hair. Janet was panting heavily, heaving her breasts with her full, deep gasping breaths as the man finger-fucked his wife's widely parted cunt. What was the man going to do? What was she going to allow him to do? He would almost believe that she would do anything after he had seen her sucking and lapping voraciously at Susan's twitching cunt, though he never would have believed she could do such a depraved thing if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
Janet was only dimly aware that her husband was staring at her, but she didn't care. She was being hypnotized by the gentle probing of Tony's thrusting fingers, firmly forcing her cuntal lips apart and worming their way into her cuntal depths, reaching for her hotly secreting vaginal walls and plunging deeper and deeper into her hotly clasping clitoris. For a moment she closed her eyes, but opened them again as she heard her husband lewdly moan in sheer lustful delight. She watched with a strange obscene mesmerism as she saw Frank's bloated prick disappear totally into Susan's widely receptive mouth, and by the ramming undulation her husband was giving his hips as he thrust his over-sized cock into her eager gullet.
For a brief moment she was brought away from the depraved sight as she felt Tony's broad, rock-like thickness against her pear-shaped ass-cheeks, spreading the moons of flesh apart like a giant wedge. Her skin tingled at his warm breath blowing gently on her nakedly exposed neck as he knelt behind her nude body on all fours, and she mewled incessantly as he began to assault the tight chancre surrounded by her tightening ass-cheeks. He took little bites of her revolving buttocks, forcing his thumbs brutally between the mounds of soft, resilient flesh and pulling them apart, exposing her anus to his deeply ramming tongue. Her mind was in a state of extreme turmoil. He was going to suck at her ass, actually going to place his mouth between her fleshy orbs and enter her tight ass-hole with his thick, hard tongue. She couldn't believe that he was going to do such a filthy, perverse thing. It was more obscene than when she had allowed him to slaver at her cunt. But she made no effort to stop him. She had learned much about sexual pleasure in such a short time, and she began to enjoy the lewd sensations she was feeling as he blew again into her ass-chancre, his hot breath entering her hole and whipping around between her parted legs and forced its way into her throbbing cuntal chamber, sending searing waves of lascivious desire coursing through her body along her curved spine and bringing ripples of wanton lust to her goose bump-covered skin.
She opened her eyes in surprise at the intensity of the sensation and suddenly she was watching her husband and his lover again. Frank had flexed his loins, dragging his lust-enflamed eyes away from the perverse sight of his wife nakedly straddling the other man, and was watching with greedy intent at the sight of tongue around the incredibly swollen tip of his cock, sending turgid fires of sex-maddened lust He rammed his burgeoned member up and into her lewdly open mouth, feeling every nerve sear with the scorching heat of her crazily lashing tongue around the incredibly swollen tip of his cock, sending turgid fires of sex-maddened lust seething through his burning body. His hands dug into Susan's wildly thrashing hair, the edges of her long blonde silk touching his thighs and flooding his arching, stiff body with a fresh eager wave of lewd sensations that penetrated his entire being and threatened to consume his naked body with an all-encompassing flame of animal passion, throbbing and pounding at his mind with a broiling anguish that he hoped would never end. Susan was bobbing her head along his slippery pole, swallowing the full length of his purple cock and filling his loins with a white hot passion that seared at his tortured body, yet still Susan sucked and licked at it, biting his shaft with tantalizing little bites, burying her face in his groin until she knew he would flood her mouth with his hot thick cum soon.
"Yes, Susan, that's it. Suck it. Suck it 'till it spits," he commanded hoarsely as he felt his almost terrifyingly intense fires rush to the end of his prick and build in a pressuring, mounting wash of sperm against the tip of his cock.
Frank's wild words spurred Susan on even harder, and she increased her cock-sucking tempo with renewed vigor, delighting as she felt his blood-expanded penis throb with the threat of volcanic explosion, and she wanted desperately to force his sperm into her mouth. She felt as though she couldn't wait for it any longer, and she lashed out at his thrusting shaft viciously, milking it with the tight lips she had forced over his large cock. His throbbingly alive penis seared the inside of her mouth, ramming against her hollowed cheeks and pushed its way into the soft confines of her throat. Susan gagged for a moment, and then moved her warm moist mouth quickly to his reeling tip, and she felt his mass tighten and stiffen as she knew that there would be only a few short moments until he blew his wad into her yearning mouth. She braced her naked body as she slid her mouth once more along the burly pole in her gullet, and as she nibbled at his ball sac once again, she noticed that his legs suddenly became taut, his thigh muscles constricting as he felt his fiery sperm rush along his churning cock and, with a violent burst of tidal force, explode into her mouth with lava-like heat.
He gasped and inhaled deeply, emitting a groan as he flooded his lover's cock-sucking mouth with his seething sperm, jetting stream after stream of such incredible volume that Susan was forced to puff her cheeks to entrap his wash of boiling white cum.
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhh ... Keep sucking it, baby, keep suckiiiiinnnnnggggg...." he shrieked, churning with an avalanche of pleasure, as his lava-like semen splashed into her gullet, her throat advancing and retracting as she sought to swallow every jet of his sperm as it cascaded in a seemingly endless river of thickly warm syrup, his huge passion-exploding prick shuddering at each incredible pulse of jetting spray. Susan worked hungrily, swallowing and slurping as he emptied his reservoirs into her lovely ovaled mouth, until at last it was all gone. He felt the rapid deflation of his passion-heated prick inside her soft buttery mouth as she refused to allow him to remove it from her greedy gullet, not letting herself believe that it could be all over for the moment, lapping at the final remnants of his dripping sperm from his drooping and useless cock as he relaxed totally in the overstuffed armchair.
Janet had not wanted to miss a single moment of her husband's lewd mouth-fucking, not wanted to miss any of Susan's incredible cock-sucking, and the wild ejaculation of Frank's boiling sperm into her grotesquely distorted mouth. It had been incredible, watching them like that from only three feet away, nothing at all like seeing them from the bedroom door as she had watched Susan and Tony, and she felt an almost sympathetic orgasm at the final gasping her husband had emitted, piercing the near silence of the lurid bedroom. She was surprised to find that she didn't think such an act was disgusting or perverse any longer, and she almost wished Tony would ram his purple veined cock into her own mouth and erupt his sperm deep in her gullet. For a long minute she was held transfixed as she watched her husband and his lover heave and pant deeply to catch their breaths.
And suddenly she was aware that Tony was still probing the soft sensuous ass flesh, looking with his fingers for her tightly clasped anus, fingering between her buttocks as he inched his face between her widely separated legs and forced his mouth upwards, nibbling at her quivering inner thighs as he crept nearer and closer to her trembling cuntal hole. At first she thought he would repeat his cunt lapping, and she braced her body for his expected searing penetration into her hot little cunt with his thick, pink organ.
But Tony had another idea. Spreading her rounded buttocks violently, wrenching them painfully away from each other, he rammed the torching mass of his searing tongue firmly between her ass-cheeks and into her tight anal chancre, tearing it open with the steel-like hardness of his over-worked tongue. Janet shivered as an excruciating pain shot through her lower body. She had never expected him to enter her tight ass-hole, and the throbbing ache was more than she could control. A loud shattering scream forced itself from her hoarse throat, and she nearly collapsed in torturous pain.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!! Nooooooooo!! My God, Tony, not there, you'll split me in half," she shrieked. Her delicate young ass was suddenly impaled on the end of his jerking prick like a delicate butterfly, and she ground her tormented backside forward in a desperate attempt to escape the cruel pain of his brutal pole jamming up between her thighs. The pressure of his huge rod lodged in her backside drove excruciating pain up the length of her spine and through her entire body as she pitched and tossed, trying to dislodge the embedded spear of his naked hardness.
But her struggles were futile. Tony screwed the rest of his thickly throbbing head into her tightly resisting back passage and kept on surging violently forward, forcing his hardened, blood-filled cock deeper and deeper, inch by agonizing inch into the tightly squeezing little rectum.
Frank sat up abruptly as Janet's piercing cry of agony rent the air and for a moment, he couldn't believe what was happening as he looked around wildly, still in a daze from the after effects of his huge climax. Then he fully saw his wife, lewdly crouched over, her naked backside openly presented to her lover, and his thick, obscenely-glistening prick sunk half-way into the tightness of her quivering anus! Frank stared wild-eyed at the lewd sight, unable to believe his eyes. Janet was mewling with pain, her eyes half-closed, and Frank's first impulse was to rush over to her and help her escape the crushing, flesh-splitting pain. But he couldn't. He just sat there, watching his wife being fucked in the ass by another man, powerless to do a thing. There was something about the sight of her helplessly pinned body, nakedly spread out and defenseless against the other man's onslaught that struck a deep sadistic chord within him ... something about which made him just sit there and calmly watch his wife's agony. There was a pitifully beseeching look on her pain-distorted face, and Frank couldn't deny that the debasing position she was in, her complete slave-like helplessness, gave him a little thrill of perverted pleasure.
She deserves to be fucked in the ass like this, he thought, she deserves it for cheating on me. The cruel thought cavorted around in his dazed brain and vaguely he tried to quell it, but it was no use. His wife was being punished for letting another man fuck her and he was glad ... glad that she was suffering for adulterous transgression.
With a wild groan, Tony fell forward, sinking his thick, lust-hardened rod of flesh completely up to the hilt in Janet's cruelly stretched back passage. She was in agony, barely able to comprehend what was happening. Her rectum seemed to be scraped raw, her spine burning from the intense abrasive pressure. She could feel her lover's long stiff cock twisting and rotating inside her, stretching her anal sheath unbearably, flexing and growing with irresistible power. Then with another deep hoarse moan, he began to withdraw, his retreating just as painfully grating as his brutal entry.
He rammed mercilessly forward again, stretching the tender membrane of her rectum unbelievably, until at last it began to ease around the pulsing thickness. And then the pain subsided, and as he continued to fuck rhythmically into her openly-spread ass, she felt the first warm waves of a wild, slowly mounting pleasure. Desperately she fought against it. She couldn't be beginning to enjoy this obscene ass-fucking, not while her own, unaiding husband was watching from a few feet away, she just couldn't.
But she was! It was obvious that her body was rebelling against the repressive thoughts of her mind, that her helplessly aroused flesh was beginning to react with unashamed pleasure to the deep hard fucking that Tony was giving her. She couldn't hide it any longer. She didn't care that her husband and her girlfriend were watching her shameful acquiescence. She couldn't help it!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!! " she moaned ecstatically through her tightly clenched teeth, pushing her flattened ass-cheeks back against Tony's forward-thrusting pelvis, reaching back with her hands and spreading the softly-fleshed buttocks to allow him to enter the tight chancre of her anus. She screwed her hot, fiery anal sheath back on his driving cock, enjoying the lewd and perverse sensations flowing through her body, enjoying the feeling of being subjected to the totally lust-controlled actions of her ass-fucking partner.
Frank couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be his timid, innocent little wife, a woman who may as well have been half-virginal, afraid to try anything new. She didn't fit in with the image he had of her. Surely this wasn't the same woman who had actually resisted his ass-fucking a week ago. He would never have believed it if he hadn't come to Susan's house! First she had taken a lover, then she had allowed herself to become part of a wanton, cunt-sucking trio, and now she was actually enjoying the ass-fuck this man was giving her. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought she had it in her, but the wild scene in front of his eyes destroyed forever those misconceptions. She was being fucked in the ass and loving it, actually enjoying the lewd action with the strange man. So that was the score. She didn't like it when her husband did it to her, but let some other guy try something and she fell all to pieces. A blush of anger reddened his cheeks.
He stared at the two fucking people. Janet was voluntarily offering her ass to this guy, spreading her buttocks openly and flaring them brazenly to the man's spearing penis ramming into her tight little ass, allowing him to thrust his turgid, thick cock into the ring of her anus, and suddenly it was Frank who felt left out of the sensuous proceedings. Watching them, he could feel his deflated cock swell again, and his blood course through his body, throbbing to his now expanding cock from the sight of his insanely excited wife. He should be in there, fucking viciously into her, having her writhe against his prick, not screwing some stranger's!
Janet was teeming with a million different sensations. For the first time, she was sure, she felt really and truly alive, alert to all the possibilities her totally alive body had to offer, and she fucked back happily against Tony's pleasure-giving cock screwing mercilessly into her rectum. She had totally forgotten about her husband, glowering at her from the softness of the armchair....
"Janet honey, it's me, Frank...." his voice was low and tense, and Janet hardly heard it in the mindlessness of her fuck.
"Frank?" she moaned softly, hardly able to make the words come from her throat. "What...? "
"Roll over honey," he commanded forcefully. "I want some of you too."
Janet wanted to tell him to fuck himself. He had cheated on her the same way she had cheated on him, but she had not accused him of it. He was the one who was supposed to be angry, and now he wanted to fuck her, now that he saw that she was capable of doing anything she wanted.
But she couldn't do it. Tony had aroused her to the point that she didn't care what happened to her. If Frank wanted to share her with her lover, that was all right. The more cocks in her, the more she would enjoy this incredible fuck. In fact she actually wanted his penis in her. Imagine! To be fucked in the ass and the cunt at the same time, to feel Tony's massive turgid penis ramming into her ass with brutal force, pressing her ass-cheeks firmly against his powerful stomach as he thrust and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her anal passage, and at the same time feeling Frank's searing cock plunge into her inner depths, pulsing in her cuntal chamber and ripping her vagina apart with this thick, purple-veined penis. The thought was almost too much for her to comprehend, and she had to experience it. It was something even Susan had not been able to bring herself to do. Almost mindlessly she spread her legs and let Frank ram his already thickly swollen cock into her tender pussy lips, plunging and thrusting his stretched member between her wrenched gushing cuntal folds. She may have been enjoying Tony's ass fucking, but having a man's burgeoned cock in her trembling cunt was like being in heaven, and she felt her desire-whipped flames of passion sear through her body and race to her palpitating cunt, pressing with a million tons of pressure against her pinkly-throbbing pussy lips. She was thrashing her body madly and mindlessly, first thrusting her nakedly quivering hips backward against Tony's ass-screwing burly penis, ramming it deeply into the hotly clasping tunnel of her anal passage and arching her undulating hips forward along the slippery, seething pole of her husband's enormous cock plunging into her boiling cuntal depths. Again and again she thrashed her body along the doubly skewering poles piercing both her writhing ass and her churning cunt, her buttocks slapping against Tony and her blood-swollen breasts pressing against Frank's hairy chest. It was wonderful feeling being fucked by two men at the same time, and the double screwing was bringing her fires pressing against her cuntal folds with such a a savage fury that she thought she would explode into a million pieces if she didn't cum soon. She could feel the turgid rush of her feminine juices race through her pubic area, lubricating Frank's wildly cunt-fucking cock, spurred on by Tony's incredible ass-ramming penis, each man thrusting his lust-swollen member deeply into their respective passages, each one trying to reach the other's thrusting cock, fusing at a point in the sexually excited belly of the double-fucked wife. It was a beautiful feeling having two men ram their cocks into her, and Janet closed her eyes and tossed her head back as she felt the rush of totally wanton sexuality sear through her cunt and, finally, burst from her heatedly aroused pussy lips like a tidal wave, flooding her husband's throbbing penis and creeping along her wildly spread thighs, violently thrashing hips and trickling around to Tony's ass-skewering cock, making his pole slippery and allowing it to enter her brutally stretched anus with more ease. Tony seemed to notice his cock slipping in and out of her ass with greater efficiency, and he gritted his teeth as he felt his sperm rush from his wildly thrashing scrotum and course through his incredibly long and thick shaft to his tip, held there by an amazing constriction of his lust-enraged muscles and supreme will until, taking a deep breath, he could hold it no longer. With a sudden, violent inward thrust of his nearly erupting penis, he allowed a shriek of delight to flow from his throat and his cock erupted his thick, hotly churning sperm between Janet's buttocks, his seething semen cascading along her flaring ass-cheeks and increasing the lubrication on his tightly held penis, allowing him to slip in and out of Janet's incredibly tight anal passage. Again and again he jetted his milky-white cum into her thrashing buttocks, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her anus, plunging his fist-sized cock tip as far into her as he could, emitting his sperm nearly the full length of her rectal passage.
In front of her, Frank was thrashing his naked body wildly, his wanton fires building up at the tip of his cunt-fucking penis, his cock throbbing and reeling with amazing thrusts as he sought to match Tony's writhing actions with a torching, seething orgasm of his own, and as he rammed his cock again and again, deeper and deeper into Janet's cuntal depths, he pursed his lips and brushed them forcibly against Janet's thrashing face, meeting her luscious lips brutally as he thrust his tongue deep into her throat and exploded his cum into her cunt like a surging jet of seminal wash, spraying her pussy hair with his milky-white sperm.
And suddenly, everything was all over. Tony collapsed to the floor, and Frank sank to his knees, utterly exhausted by his mouth fucking and cunt orgasm. Janet weaved on her feet, a million sensations searing through her body, her anal chamber aching from the blood-engorged size of Tony's cock, and her cunt throbbing and shooting excruciating stabs of pain from their being sucked and licked by Tony and stretched enormously by her husband's immensely expanded penis, her luscious full lips opened, their nerve endings sensitive from sucking at Susan's quivering cuntal lips and the bruising kiss Frank had brutally rammed on them. Never had she ever had such a totally fulfilling orgasm, and she stood when she was certain she was unable to stand. Smiling to herself, she realized the situation she was in. She looked around the room. Susan was laying on the floor, lewdly sprawled in front of her large chair. Tony had collapsed in a crumpled heap behind her. Frank was a pile of quivering flesh, gasping at her feet. She alone was still standing. She had taken them all on and had beaten them. There would never be any doubt in her mind that she could satisfy any man, and she was certain that she would be able to take anything her husband cared to dish out now.
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CHAPTER NINE
Janet smiled to herself as she walked down Fifth Avenue. True, it was sad that Tony had been forced to return to New Orleans, but after all, he did have responsibilities to his company. Janet had to admit that she was sorry to see him leave. For the week after he and Susan and Frank and her had first gotten together, there were many more such parties, sometimes attended by other friends of Susan, both men and women. In a way, it was really better, since everyone knew Tony would have to leave soon, but Susan's other friends all lived in the New York area, and most of them could be counted on to stay around for some time. In fact, Janet was going to visit one of them now. She didn't really think that her husband would mind. In fact, Frank seemed almost a new man since that wonderful day when he had barged into Susan's bedroom, and it seemed to the both of them that sexual freedom was the only way that they could save their marriage. Janet thought that was a wonderful idea, and she shivered with an illicit thrill as she walked into the thirty story publishing building to add some strength to her relationship with Frank.
Harlan Niven was waiting for her in his secluded office at the top of the building. He was one of the people that had attended a party at Susan's house, one that had been invited by Frank. Harlan and Frank had met at a businessmen's convention, and the two men became fast friends. Harlan had been to the last three parties Tony had managed to attend before he had to leave, and Janet had found him quite an exciting man.
"Good afternoon, Janet," said the young executive. "How's Frank?"
"Fine, Harlan," she answered, lighting a cigarette. "He told me to say hello when I saw you."
"Yes, well, can you tell him for me that I'm sorry I couldn't come to the party at Susan's house two nights ago. I had some work to do, and you know I wouldn't miss one of those parties unless it was really important."
"I know," she said demurely. "And believe me, I missed you. That's why I'm here today. I just couldn't wait until the next party tomorrow. You will come, won't you?"
Harlan smiled, unwilling to take his eyes off Janet's sensually curved body. Her breasts had been pulled together by her tight bra, forming them into well rounded apple shaped globes, thrusting from her out stretched chest. Her skin-tight slacks did nothing to hide the flair of her curvaceous hips, and her cuntal area was clearly defined by her taut denim clasping firmly around her thighs. She knew that slowly revolving her hips the way she was would really make Harlan forget about his work, and she noticed with glee that his cock was already growing large in his pants, forming a mountainous ridge of flesh in his pant leg, throbbing under his confining cloth. Janet walked over to him and laid her hand on the mass of flesh.
"How long before you have to be back to work?" she asked softly, stroking his immense cock.
"Not for a while," he answered, smiling as he unbuckled his pants.
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Frank was working at home, glad that Janet had something to occupy her for the rest of the day. He had grown to really enjoy having his wife around more and more. Actually, that was part of the problem with bringing his work home with him. She had been like a woman possessed lately, and it was all he could do to satisfy her sexually and earn a living besides. He was surprised that he never noticed how sexy she really was.
Well, he thought as he opened his briefcase and removed a large folder of papers, she's gone into the city today, more than likely to see Harlan, and he would be able to get some work done.
No sooner had he opened his folder than the door bell rang. He thought it might be a salesman, and he was in no mood to talk to one, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Susan standing at the door with two beautiful friends.
"Good afternoon, Frank," Susan cooed, winking as she walked past him into his living room. "Is Janet home?"
Tony smiled to himself. That was a loaded question if he ever heard one.
"No, Susan, I'm afraid she's not," he answered. She knew damn well where Janet was. Even though he was addressing Susan he was looking at her two friends. One was a blonde, like Susan, though her hair was shorter and her breasts were not quite as full. Her hips were a little slenderer, and she was wearing a skirt that covered only the top half of her shapely thighs. The other girl was a dark haired woman, like his wife, and she was wearing a tight body shirt, tight enough to show that she was wearing no bra underneath, her already sex-taut nipples forming bumps in the cotton skin covering. She was also wearing tight fitting denim jeans, and although Frank did not like jeans that much, this girl really looked good in them. Neither of the girls could have been older than twenty three, and they were both eyeing Frank with the same lustful intent that he was using on them.
"It's really a shame that Janet isn't here," teased Susan, walking through the house and making herself a light drink. "I wanted her to meet my two new friends, Frank," she said pointing to the blonde, "this is Laney. Standing next to her is Andria. I met them in my dancing class, and I thought you might like to meet them."
Frank made a mental note to himself. This would be the last time he brought his work home from the office. No work, no money. It was that simple. Still, he was at home now, and they were very pretty ladies, and his cock was expanding inside his pants, a fact the three women seemed to notice with delight.
"I told them," said Susan, "that there was a man on this block who I thought would be able to handle three women at once. They didn't believe me, so we made a little bet."
"Well," said Frank, already unbuckling his pants, "I think I might want a little piece of that action."
