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 alio wet h 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 fancy. 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
The door slammed and she was left alone. Sally Johnson was relieved that her husband was gone.
Sally had been married for two months to Ted Johnson and to the eighteen year old girl the two months seemed like two centuries. She certainly had to admit that none of her expectations of marriage had been met during the time they had been together. She was frustrated and unhappy to say the least.
Frowning, she passed the hall mirror and stopped momentarily to look at herself. At eighteen, she was a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair that flowed softly around her delicate shoulders in large natural waves and framed the refined features of her young face. She had huge long-lashed brown eyes that at this moment resembled those of a wounded fawn.
Her fine straight nose extended down to full sensual lips that were pursed in a pout at this moment. Wonderful soft olive skin completed the portrait of a fragile exotic young teenager.
She was dressed now in a light terrycloth bathrobe. The whiteness of the towelling robe contrasted sharply with the golden olive skin and the fabric clung snugly to her full upthrust breasts, tapered down to her small belted waist, then flared out in soft gathers around the long slender tanned legs. The robe did little to conceal the fact that she was a very well proportioned woman with a slim but curvaceous figure that never failed to win admiring glances wherever she went. Yet, oddly enough, she-eyed herself with contempt as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
The young wife didn't like getting so much attention from men. it made her uncomfortable and tense when they whistled at her, as if she were some kind of a freak. Her ample breasts seemed to jut forward in almost obscene swells, no matter how demurely she dressed. Sometimes I think I'd have a cleavage if I wore a turtle neck sweater, she thought miserably. And yet the troubled young woman knew that she should be proud of her body, pleased at the admiring glances it elicited, but she was possessed by a terrible distorted image of herself, a paradox born of her childhood conditioning.
Sally had been raised in the Sunnyside Orphanage for Girls in Thompson, Utah. Her mind flashed suddenly back to the miserable childhood days when she had been sent to the horrible institution after the death of her parents. She was only four years old then, and she had hated the cold gray building from the moment she had first laid eyes on it. An icy chill rippled through her body as scene after scene of life in the orphanage where she had spent her entire childhood invaded her mind with vivid clarity. Being forced to get up early on freezing winter mornings, standing in line in the drab cafeteria, with a cold metal tray waiting for a bowl of gray watery oatmeal. Even now, when she saw the color gray, a rising tide of nausea almost overtook her.
And worst of all-the strictness of the repressive individuals who ran the school-a brother and sister alliance that was like something from a horror movie. Mr. and Miss Bittenton-oh, God, could she ever forget them. Miss Bittenton who took such pains to lecture the impressionable youngsters on sexuality as they approached adolescence, warning them of the dangers and heartache that came from love with a man.
"If you marry, girls," she would say, "you must be very careful. Men are beasts, filthy beasts with nothing but carnal lust on their minds, and a lady, a real lady, never submits to such things. It is your duty, of course, to procreate. That is the burden that God has given to women. But you must never let yourself be touched by animal sensuality or let the man know that you enjoy it in any way, or you will burn in the fires of hell as surely as I'm standing before you. I have never married, and I am proud of that fact, I hope you girls will follow my example and take up meaningful social work instead of flinging yourselves into the arms of drooling filthy men."
Mr. Bittenton was even worse. He appeared to hate women and treated the little girls like they were all temptresses flaunting their evil bodies at him. He was proud of the celibate condition he existed in.
Although Sally knew in the back of her mind that the preachings of these two frustrated individuals were ridiculous, outmoded and sick and that their attitude toward sex was wrong, those early lectures had had a tremendous effect on her. Night after night in her narrow cot in the orphanage dormitory she had had terrible nightmares about men-men who were intent on raping her, grinning lewdly, leering like degenerate madmen, ripping her clothes from her tender young body. She woke up crying and screaming from such horrible dreams more times than she cared to remember and, as a result, her fears were cemented deep in her unconscious now, so deep that she found, after two months of marriage to Ted, that she might never be able to forget them-try as she might.
Moving away from the mirror, she walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. She picked up a magazine and flipped through it, seeing nothing, trying to relax and ignore the tormenting thoughts that ran through her troubled brain. Disinterestedly, she tossed aside the magazine and glanced at the photograph on the coffee table. The photograph pictured a happy couple. It was Sally and Ted's wedding photograph showing a lovely young wife and a smiling, handsome groom.
Ted Johnson was tall, nearly six feet with a lithe muscular body and a rugged, handsome face. He was dark-haired with flashing black eyes and in the photograph at least, there was a gentleness in his expression.
After completing high school at the orphanage, Sally had won a state scholarship to study art in Salt Lake City. One night one of the other students had invited her to a party and she had met Ted. To the naive young woman, Ted Johnson seemed like a prince from a story book, gentlemanly and courteous, nothing at all like what they had told her at the orphanage. They had started dating and within a few months they decided to marry.
Ted had a good position working for Wilson Farm Implements and Sally had decided to continue her studies at the art institute. Ted made a good salary and combined with his commission checks, they were soon able to buy a lovely home just out of Salt Lake City.
Sally's artistic gifts had allowed her to furnish the house in a charming and inexpensive way. She had taken great pains to furnish the house attractively trying to erase the memory of the ugly environment that had been her only other home. She let her eyes wander around the room to the soft muted beige and brown carpeting and the mushroom colored sofa. On the wall were some burnt orange graphics of her design and many plants gave the room an air of living things. Materially, her life was almost perfect except for Sally leaned back against the sofa and shut her eyes, trying to blot out the ugly feelings that suddenly surged out of her subconscious. She was remembering the hours before Ted had slammed out of the house. Before he had left he had ... taken her against her will ... indeed, practically raped her ... yes, raped her in the crudest manner possible. Her slim body shuddered from head to foot as she once more saw her young husband lurching angrily toward her, stark naked, his huge bulging penis angrily erect and pointing at her in a menacing manner. She hated the way it looked. It was ugly and shameful. She had always insisted that he turn out the lights whenever they made love. But, that morning ... yes, it had been in the morning!!! He had been drinking while he was packing and then it had happened.
"Oh, God," she murmured, as hot tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Why does it have to be like this? Why is it so horrible-so disgusting and shameful?"
She loved her husband-yes, usually he was kind and generous and he was a handsome man. Sometimes when she was alone, just thinking about him would make the skin along her arms tingle excitedly and her loins would grow strangely warm, as if a tiny fire had just been lit. And sometimes, though she tried desperately to resist it when it happened, her vagina would grow involuntarily moist ... so moist sometimes that the soft material between her legs would become very damp from the mysterious secretion that flowed from some secret source inside her private walls. Yet, whenever this happened, she became embarrassed and remembered her earlier conditioning about "carnal lust". She would immediately get up and change her panties then and try to busy herself with other activities.
The troubled young woman knew in her heart of hearts that it was silly to react like that. She had read enough to know that sex was not wrong, in fact, it could be a beautiful experience between two people. She was willing to go along with that. But sometimes Ted wanted to do strange things to her ... her vagina ... and lick it with his tongue! Though she was not afraid of him doing it ... it seemed somehow shameful and obscene ... not quite natural.
In the beginning it hadn't been so bad, and even though she had lain in near-total passivity while her young husband made love to her, Ted had seemed satisfied enough.
He told her he loved her and he didn't care if it took her a while to break through her fears, because she was worth waiting for. Yet, lately, things had gotten worse, not better, and she felt nothing when they had sex. She had been avoiding it of late as it was such a nothing experience for her.
Without Ted's knowledge, because she felt embarrassment discussing it with him, she had purchased some books on sex from the college book store. She had read a couple of the books and had tried to relax as they told her. Somehow the relaxation during the act was not enough. She did not experience the orgasm that she kept reading about. Somehow she could not let go completely, even though she knew this letting go of her anxieties would allow her the breakthrough she so desperately needed to alleviate her dissatisfaction and frustration.
Time was running out for their marriage she was sure. She had never seen Ted so crazy as he had been the last few days and now he had just stomped out of the house. They hadn't had sex for a week and he had wanted to before he left for Ogden. Ted had planned on going to one of the branch offices in Ogden to see his customers and was going to be spending the night away from home. The previous night when he had touched her ... she had said, "please, darling ... I'm not feeling well...." He had turned over angrily without a word but the tension was so thick it almost smothered her.
The next morning, still not speaking, they had gotten out of bed and gone to separate rooms. She went into the den to do some art work and he had gone into the kitchen, slamming things around as he made his breakfast.
About 9:00, unable to concentrate on her project, she had decided to go in and talk to her husband. She walked by the kitchen and noticed a half-empty bottle of vodka and a can of tomato juice sitting on the kitchen table. Don't tell me he's started drinking bloody mary's already, she thought.
Sally held her breath as she sat on the sofa in the now quiet living room and vividly remembered the terrible scene that had taken place before her husband had departed. She could scarcely believe it had actually happened, but it had, and the memory of it haunted her now like a horrible nightmare.
At ... 9:00 a.m....on a Monday morning ... it had happened ... just a few hours ago....
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"Christ almighty," Ted Johnson mumbled to himself as he clumsily jammed a small overnight bag with clothes for his forthcoming trip to Ogden. I've got a beautiful wife but that's it. She's like fucking a sack of flour! Of course, that is when she allows me near her. Two months of marriage and no letup in her "reserve". Jesus, here I am sucking back bloody mary's and it's nine o'clock in the morning! If this keeps up the company's going to send me to Alcoholics Anonymous, not Ogden, Utah, on business!
His quarrels with Sally over sex and been getting more and more frequent lately, and the previous evening, when he had tried once to make love to her, she had responded by telling him she was sick. Well, he was sick, too! Sick and tired of this sham of a marriage. What the hell did I get married for? I might as well jerk off myself as stick it to that unresponsive cunt. He was tired of placating her now, tired of listening to a million excuses and tearful references to her girlhood at .the orphanage. He needed release-a climactic release-or he felt he was going to explode.
"Maybe she needs to see a fucking psychiatrist," he growled, throwing some socks into his small bag, "or maybe I do. Christ, if I don't need one now I will soon at the rate I'm going." He paused in his packing and went to the dresser next to the bed and took a deep swallow from the half-full bloody mary he had left there. He sighed as the strong liquor coursed down his throat. Although he didn't like the idea of drinking so much so early in the day, he had to admit it relaxed him and gave him the strength he needed to cope with his mounting marital problems.
He stiffened noticeably as he heard the bedroom door open. He knew it was Sally, and he could feel his inner tension begin to mount again rapidly as she entered the room. Keep hold of yourself, man, he cautioned himself, knowing he was growing quite drunk. Don't say anything you'll be sorry for.
"Have you finished packing?" Sally asked as she approached the bed...."Can I help you with anything?"
"No ... thanks ... I'm fine ... just fine," he mumbled defensively, avoiding direct eye contact with her.
"Are you drinking vodka . , . at this hour of the day?" she asked a little nervously, eyeing the half-filled glass on the dresser.
"Yeah, I've been drinking." Ted struggled to keep his composure, but he was well aware of the thinly disguised note of disapproval and concern in her voice.
"Ted, it's not good to drink so early-in the day ... don't you think...."
"No, I do not think, and what's more ... I don't give a shit what you think," he growled, cutting her off in mid-sentence. "I need something to relax me, that's all. Christ knows I'm entitled to it after what you've put me through."
"Ted," she said, "don't say that. I know it hasn't been easy, but I'm trying, you've got to believe that."
He wanted to believe her, he wanted to once again take her in his arms and comfort her and tell her everything was all right, that he could wait as long as necessary for her to get over her anxieties. But he knew it would be a lie. He was sick and tired of waiting, of having no sexual outlet, tired of being the dutiful husband!
He glanced over at her. She looked like a little lost child. How could he be angry with her when she looked like that? He couldn't for the simple reason that he still loved her, loved her so deeply that it made his frustration all the more difficult to bear.
"Darling, I'm sorry," he said finally. "I just don't know what to do any more. The job's taking up so much of my time, the bills are piling up ... I feel like I'm going crazy...."
She looked so vulnerable standing next to him, so young and innocent that the handsome young husband was surprised to find himself suddenly enfolding her supple form in his arms and embracing her tenderly.
"Ted ... oh, Ted, darling," she whispered as she pressed her head against his muscular chest. "I don't want you to go away ... I love you ... so much."
"And I love you too," he mumbled drunkenly.
The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils like a sweet drug, heightened because of his consumption of the bloody mary's. How wonderful it was to hold her close like this and to feel the firmly rounded mounds of her luscious breasts pressed against his lithe body. His arms circled her slim frame and, to the drunken man, it was like holding a gossamer angel in his arms. It would be so nice, he thought, so nice to have a good fuck before I leave. He wanted to take her to the heights of pleasure he knew she wanted and burst through the walls of her fears.
Why not? he thought. Why wait for another time? She seems willing for a change and Christ knows I'm nearly dying for it!
Slowly he began to increase the ardor of his embrace, to hold her tighter and kiss her lightly on the hair. Then he took her face in his hands and with infinite tenderness he bent down and kissed her warm pliant lips, trying to communicate the love and male passion he felt for his beautiful bride. To his delight and relief, this time she responded openly, lovingly to his kiss, and it confirmed his intention to try once more to fuck his ravishing wife before he left for Ogden.
Still holding her in an ardent kiss, slowly he let his hand travel gently down the tapering line of her back until it came to rest on the curvaceous half-moons of her buttocks, covered by the thin cotton of her nightdress. His palm slid across the light material and he became pleasantly excited as he traced the outlines of her tight panties beneath the nightgown encasing her firm rounded ass-cheeks. His passion mounted as Sally made no attempt to pull away from his massaging caress. His prick began to stiffen inside the pajamas he still wore. It pressed hotly against his thigh as it grew thicker and longer by the minute.
Sally, responding lovingly to her young husband's caresses, found herself getting more and more aroused as Ted rubbed the contours of her ass. She nestled her warm body against his, still kissing him, returning his warm caresses in kind.
But inside ... her mind was a seething torrent of terrifying images. Vivid pictures of the orphanage loomed up and the fact that she was pressing her body against him only seemed to confirm the warnings she had been given as a child. Only whores responded like this. It was right that she felt nothing!
Oh please, she prayed inwardly, please don't let this happen again. I want to love him and I want to be a good wife ... let me go all the way....
Ted's hand was sliding along her leg now, at the same time pulling her thin nightdress upward. In the next minute he had slipped his fingers under the lacy hem and was inching them up beneath her dress forward towards her panty-covered pussy. She was beginning to tremble with passion now, and little thrills of anticipation seemed to creep over her skin as his fingers crept closer and closer to her most private parts. His hand was getting closer and closer ... it was crawling up her inner thigh!
Oh, let it be good ... this time ... let it happen ... she prayed.
Frightened at what was happening to her body, involuntarily the young teenaged wife pulled away from her amorous husband.
"Oh, Ted ... please not now ... I don't want you to be late getting away...."
Furious at this turn of events Ted grabbed her back in his arms ... this time she was not going to back away at the crucial moment.
Seeing her husband's angry face, turning purple now with rage, she tried to inject some calm into the potentially explosive situation.
"Ted ... I'm sorry ... I thought that ... maybe...." she trailed off apologetically.
But her enraged husband was past caring how she felt now. Her sudden jerking away had made his alcohol-soaked brain broil with anger. She was leading him on and leaving him in the lurch ... Why, she was making a fool out of him, a fucking idiot, and he wasn't going to take it another minute ... he wanted her ... that was the fact ... he was going to take her ... that was the other fact!!!
His entire body was vibrating with a mixture of throbbing desire and frustrated anger. He pushed her down on the bed, then climbed atop of her resisting body and began to cover her face and neck with kisses. As she groaned out her protest, Ted began grinding his strong hips into her soft belly. His long thick cock pounded angrily in his trousers, pulsing like a drum against his thigh. He was consumed in a torrent of raging passion, heightened by the excess of vodka and having undergone sexual denial for so long.
He was through waiting now ... He was going to fuck the living daylights out of her ... she couldn't shut him off like a tap ... he wasn't a machine!!
He pressed his searching mouth onto her trembling lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she struggled, helpless beneath him. Gently forcing her clenched jaws apart, he suddenly snaked his rigid searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it lewdly in the warm cavity. Still pinning her down, he moved his free hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to unbutton her nightdress, exposing the ripe melons of her unfettered breasts.
"Lift your arms up," he commanded hoarsely and he pulled the thin nightgown over her head.
Her firm young breasts grew tense and goose pimply as their areolas quivered into an involuntary state of erection under his leering gaze. With a low groan of lustful desire, he moved his mouth down the silken skin to the milk-white pliant mounds and began sucking and nibbling on her nipples voraciously while under him, Sally moaned in she knew not what ... fear ... or desire???????
The touch of her warm sensual body, which had been denied him for so long, sent spasms of desire surging through his throbbing loins. He felt like he could never get enough of her full lush breasts, and his gaze shifted avidly from one to the other, while his lips alternated pulling greedily first at one erected nipple, then the other.
Waves of shame swept over Sally's body as the old childhood conditioning came back to haunt her. Here it was morning and her husband was drunkenly sucking on her naked breasts. She pleaded for Ted to stop then. But he was now deaf to her entreaties, thoroughly engrossed in making a breakfast of her ripe glistening breasts. A strange tingling sensation she could not identify coursed through her chest. Knowing there was no way out she tried to relax her tense body so she would not be hurt when her husband had his way with her.
Ted was shaking now with pent-up desire and his lewdly working lips slid in one flowing motion from her heaving breasts down to the golden skin of her abdomen. He ran his tongue snake-like along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the material of the little black bikini panties she wore.
"No, please, Ted ... not that ... please ... no," his young wife moaned out.
But he was not to be stopped. Impatiently, he reached out and twisted her body around, pulling her to him so that she could feel the giant cock throbbing hotly through the material of his pajama pants.
Then he let her lay back on the bed, protected only by the tiny black panties, while he-eyed her appetizing body hungrily. Never taking his eyes from her luscious form, he slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his blue pajama top so that his strong tight-muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then, tossing the top aside, he pulled the draw-string on his pajama pants. The mere thought of at last satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his desire-thickened cock to jerk frantically against the thin material of his pajama pants.
With a lewd grin at Sally, he began to pull down his pants so that the full potency of his eagerly lurching cock and cum-swollen balls were presented naked to her startled gaze. The sight of his hard-lusting staff lurching out so menacingly in full erection made his wife gasp and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the terrifying member from her view.
Seeing her respond with closed eyes to the exposure of his virilely pulsing hardness made Ted more determined than ever. Leaning across her prostrate form, he reached down and grasped the tight crotch band of her bikini panties, and with one tug he yanked the fragile garment down so that the delicious mound of her dark pubic triangle was revealed before him. The sparse cuntal hair shone a tempting golden-brown and the sight of his wife's creamy nakedness sparked uncontrollable flames of lust in Ted's hotly burning body. With a few jerks he pulled the tiny panties down her sleekly contoured legs while Sally turned her to the pillow.
Finally, she was completely naked.
"Oh, God," she moaned, trying to cover herself with her hands. "Oh, no...."
The wildly aroused young husband grasped his wife's tightly clamped together legs and forced them apart so that the moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit was revealed to his drunken gaze. With a grunt, he lowered himself onto the bed between her splayed limbs and, spreading the soft cushions of her vaginal lips apart with his thumbs, he buried his face in her defenseless pussy. Abruptly he flicked out his tongue and ran it wetly up and down the length of her warmly perfumed pussy furrow.
The shock of this sudden action made Sally jerk her head back. It was unthinkable to her that he could inflict such a thing on her especially when he knew how disgusted she was by it, and she tried desperately to squeeze her legs together to prevent her passion-crazed husband from exploring her private regions. But she was powerless against his burrowing head.
He flicked his tongue up and down her blushing red slit, each wet. assault sending fresh sensations throughout Sally's body. His eagerly questing mouth soon found the fleshy little bud of her clitoris, and with salacious relish he began to suck and bite on that tender nub, trying to make it harden, hoping to rouse his beautiful shy little wife into a state of wild throbbing desire that would match his own. The little phallus-like button involuntarily grew hard from his insistent oral probes and in spite of her feelings of shame, Sally began to feel new sensations.
But she was not going to submit. She began to resist his wild licking with more determination and tried to push him away. Suddenly her hands reached down to clutch fiercely at his dark hair. She pulled at his locks angrily ... how dare he do this to her!!
Ted howled in surprise and pulled away from her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted.
His mind seethed with uncontrollable passion now and her resisting only turned him on more and made him more determined than ever to fuck the daylights out of her!
His massively pulsating cock jerked in excited need for release, and, with an evil gleam in his eye, the passion-driven young husband suddenly gripped his wife's hips. Almost before she knew what he was doing, he had turned her over onto her stomach. Then he slipped his forearm under her belly and pulled her loins upward so that his uncomprehending young wife had to prop herself up on her elbows.
He gripped the throbbing thickness of his frantically lurching cock. His eyes glazed with lust, Ted grabbed the fleshy globes of his young wife's buttocks, massaging the creamy skin as he did so. He began to trace his middle finger down the crack between her asscheeks and over the tight brown hole of her anus until it found the firmly clenched entrance to her vagina.
A smile of anticipation played across his lips as his hand slowly began to explore her pussy from behind.
Sally shuddered from head to foot, mortified with the overwhelming shame of her situation. Ted had pushed her into the most humiliating position imaginable, propped on her knees and elbows like an animal. A beast ... just like Miss Bittenton and Mr. Bittenton had said, a panting, lust-crazed beast!!!! This was the man she had married!!! Oh, why hadn't she listened to them ... why had she married?????
Slowly his extended middle finger began to worm its way up into her tensely contracted vaginal passage, and she quivered as she felt it burrow inside her cunt. With a gasp, she realized that he was going to take her this way, from behind, just like a drunken savage. In the next second she cried with surprise as Ted shoved his finger all the way inside her dry tight cunt and began to prod and rotate it around inside to lubricate his entry.
But Ted was fiercely determined to succeed in his quest. He had been held at bay long enough! He rammed his rigid middle finger hard up into the farthest recesses of her soft-walled vagina as his young wife continued her feeble protests. She tried to pull away but Ted easily tugged her back, gripping her tightly by the shoulder with his free hand while he began to rhythmically finger-fuck her with the middle finger of his other hand, in and out, in and out, until finally the yielding walls of her cunt began to widen and release involuntarily their warm vaginal fluid.
Satisfied that she was wet enough, he withdrew his finger from her cuntal depths and took hold of his huge distended penis, pulling back the soft foreskin to reveal the red swollen cock-head, and then guided it carefully between her ass-cheeks until it was poised directly at the tensed waiting entrance of her cuntal sheath.
"No ... no ... Ted ... oh please...." she murmured, in vain.
But it was no use. With a grunt of passion, the lusty salesman thrust his hips forward with a jerking motion, burrowing his eager cock halfway up his wife's tightly clenched cunt. The force of his entry almost bumped Sally off the bed!
Ted leered down glassy-eyed and then lunged forward again so that his lewdly throbbing penis penetrated up to the hilt into her wet pussy. Her fiercely tightened vaginal muscles clamped around his hard-driving cock in a vain attempt to expel the invader, but it was totally useless.
Slowly, Ted started to fuck her, in and out,-each thrust stretching the spongy walls of her pussy wider and wider.
Sally hung her head forward, her dark hair cascading damply over her face as Ted began to drive into her in a steadily increasing tempo. Her kneeling young body felt his huge swollen balls swinging and slapping against her buffeted hips. She could hear his lewd groans and heavy breathing behind her as he rotated his pelvis in a circular motion, forcing his rock-hard prick in and out of her helpless moist pussy.
Just as she thought she could endure this scene no longer, a strange thing began to happen. Unable to resist his powerful onslaught, she began to surrender, and as she did, a totally new feeling started to ripple faintly through her impaled young body. Out of the depths of her shame and embarrassment there arose a burning warmth and excitement that grew in her loins like a rose unfolding from its bud. She had never experienced anything like it before, not even in their gentlest lovemaking. It was as if her newly awakening body was beginning to melt in warm waves of undulating pleasure that, mixed with the shame of his assault, produced an irresistible gnawing of unfamiliar desire deep inside the cock-skewered young wife. For the first time in her life she wondered if she could experience the real pleasure of sensuality the way the sex books she had purchased described. Perhaps ... perhaps she might even have an orgasm!!
"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as the thrilling new feelings began to envelop her.
"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Despite her feelings of shame, her naked young body's needs began to force her to grind her hips back against Ted's forward-thrusting cock. She dug her knees into the mattress, gritted her teeth, in the beginnings of overpowering passion.
Her mind still struggled, terrified of letting go so completely, but her kneeling body, jolted out of its long passivity by Ted's fucking, began to move involuntarily in a slow inexorable rhythm as it sought satisfaction of its basest instinctual hungers. Every inch of her ripely contorted young frame was tingling now with steadily mounting lust and she began to moan out loud, her body thrashing out of control in an unexpected wave of human sensuality.
"Oh, Christ ... honey...." Ted groaned, feeling her squirming beneath him, for the first time returning some measure of his excitement.
"Oh ... yes ... that's it ... do it ... oh ... you're beautifulll ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes...."
He became ecstatic as her moans slowly grew into grunts of obscene arousal and she ground back against him. His thickly swollen cock became charged with rampant lust as he drove deeper and deeper into her wetly heaving cuntal interior. White-hot sperm began to surge in his bouncing testicles as he rammed into her with the precision of a jackhammer.
Kneeling before him, her body jerking in perfect sensual rhythm with his, Sally began to experience velvety warm flashes of heat galloping wildly through her writhing loins. Her ravishing young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious thrills consumed her for the first time in her life. Her wetly throbbing cuntal passage grew unbearably hot and pounded with an incredible need. She felt herself on the edge of a staggering sexual breakthrough, about to fall over the brink into a bottomless sea of irresistible, forbidden delight. She thrilled with happiness to think that at last her moment of complete release was suddenly here, despite everything....
At last she would be fulfilled as a woman!!!!
But in the next moment Ted began to cry out with the approach of his own orgasm.
Sally was shocked back to reality by his obscene excited cries, and her body quivered when, in the next minute, his raging load of thick hot semen exploded in convulsive spasms into her violently clenching pussy.
It was happening too fast!!! The young wife suddenly found herself completely disoriented, and the ecstatic pleasure she had felt only moments before suddenly fled as quickly as it had come....
He's an animal, a voice cried out in her head, an animal ... the voice of Miss Bittenton ... and a selfish animal at that, another voice said....
She felt as if boiling lava were squirting into her loins and spreading throughout her inner body. Cuuuummmmiiiinnngggg ... He was cumming inside of her body....
"Noooooooooo," she cried, protesting against the torrent of hot cum her triumphant husband poured into her from his rapidly jerking penis...."Nooooooooo!"
Ted rammed his massively ejaculating cudgel back and forth until its rhythm abated naturally and the last drop of his white sperm had jetted into her. Then, slowly, he pulled away as Sally fell forward in an exhausted heap on the bed. Something had happened at the last minute, something he had been too excited to comprehend. She had been responding incredibly and then at the last moment he had been unable to prolong it.
:'Sally?" he said softly...."Sally?"
"Oh, Ted...." she cried, her face turned away from him, "it's no good ... it's just no good...."
Ted's expression immediately soured. He felt a strange letdown after his initial pleasure. His efforts had been in vain. He had fucked her, yes, and had a full release, but now, seeing his wife once more miserable on the bed he knew she had not been brought to a pinnacle as he had.
"Christ," he said wearily, rising from the bed. "What's the use?"
He climbed off the tousled bed and started from the bathroom. Hearing the ringing of the telephone he called out, "I'll get it on the hall phone."
"Hello."
"Hello yourself ... this is your old buddy Sam the man...."
"Sam ... Jesus Christ ... how are you ... where are you calling from?"
"I'm just great, fella ... and I'm calling from the lobby of Center Hotel in beautiful Salt Lake City ... I've got a layover here, for a couple of days ... I'm flying now with Lakeland Airways ... thought I'd call up my old pal and see if he wanted to go and get drunk for old times sake...."
"Sorry, man ... I'd love to, but unfortunately I've got to go to Ogden in about an hour, overnight trip ... maybe some other time ... I'd sure like to see you...."
"Sure, Ted ... I'll be here again for certain ... I'll give you a call...."
"Okay, Sam ... take care of yourself ... catch you next time...."
"Bye," Ted felt a stab of regret as he hung up the phone. Sam Newton had been his best buddy in Vietnam and he hadn't seen him in a couple of years. Well, he didn't have time to think about it now. He had to get showered and shaved and head north to Ogden. He didn't want to be late. This sale meant a lot to him.
He washed and dressed hurriedly and with a glance at his wife picked up his overnight bag and slammed the door as he left the house.
* * *
CHAPTER TWO
Ted got in his car and switched on the radio as he drove off. He listened to the music for a while and switched the buttons around to various stations and finding nothing satisfying to his ears, finally turned it off.
His thoughts went back to the morning. Sally had seemed like she was on the brink of something. He cursed himself for having had an alcoholic breakfast and cumming too fast. Boy, if I could have held off for a little longer she would have cum too, I'm sure. Jesus, I don't know what to do about this situation, he thought desperately, his mind a mass of seething conflicts.
Christ, I don't even want to think about it again. I've gone over this same territory so many times I can't be objective about her anymore.
He let his mind wander to the phone call from Sam Newton. What a great guy. They had been together for two years in Vietnam.
Although the war was hell somehow being with Sam had made it more bearable. He was a big jovial man and they had spent two 'R and R' leaves together, one memorable one in Sydney, Australia and the other in Hong Kong. We sure did a lot of hell-raising and fucking on those leaves, he remembered fondly. He remembered one outrageous night at a big hotel in downtown Sydney when they had almost been thrown out of the hotel because Sam was roaring up the hall of the seventh floor naked. He had explained that he had whores in two separate rooms and was trying to satisfy them both as the two women refused to share a room. The management had given them rooms at the opposite ends of the corridor and for a while a drunken, naked Sam was roaring up and down the hall with his huge swollen penis in his hand, alternating between the two whores.
Ted smiled to himself as he remembered those days. That was a few years ago. He guessed it was about three years since he'd seen Sam. Sam was a hell of a good pilot but he was such a boisterous type, Ted knew that he had lost a few jobs. He would do anything on a dare. Ted wondered idly, how he was going to make out in quiet Salt Lake City....
He thought about his friend as the miles flashed by and then about his wife and then the thoughts began to intermingle. What if...? No ... it was too bizarre. His best friend fucking his young wife ... why he must be nuts even thinking about it ... must be the aftermath of my drinking bout this morning, he thought.
But the thought persisted and by the time he arrived in Ogden a definite plan was taking shape in Ted's mind.
He pulled up to a phone booth just before he came to his company's branch office. This is a little too intimate for office eavesdroppers, he chuckled to himself.
He parked his car and walked over to the phone booth. He called the operator and asked her to get him the Center Hotel in Salt Lake City. He deposited the correct coins and waited for an answer.
"Mr. Sam Newton, please," he asked.
"One moment, sir."
"Hello, Sam Newton speaking."
"Sam ... it's Ted."
"Why, Ted ... I thought you were going out of town."
"Yeah ... I'm calling you from Ogden ... I've got a little proposition ... are you still running 'Sam's Stud Service'?"
Sam chuckled loudly, "Whenever I get the chance ... it's 'have cock, will travel'-you know me, Ted." Both men guffawed lewdly. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well ... I've got a very shy wife ... we've only been married two months ... and it's not exactly fuck city around our place ... I know she wants it but she's got all these hang-ups about sex ... she's only eighteen ... but I'm getting kind of impatient ... I'm tired of fucking a sack of flour ... soooooo, I was kind of thinking on the way up here ... you know, since you don't know anyone in town ox anything ... that with your sexual prowess ... you know, the legendary Sam Stud ... might be able to do something for an old buddy ... what do you say?"
"Anything to help out a pal ... but I can't just come on to her cold. Can you give me some kind of opening...."
"Well, I thought of a little plan on the way up here. Our yard needs some attention-I thought if you knocked on the door and told her you were looking for work and offered to clean up the yard, that would probably work. She's pretty sympathetic and if you gave her a sob story she'd probably make you something to eat and give you a room in the basement or something. It would be up to you to use your considerable ingenuity after that ... What do you say?"
"You know me-I'm a bundle of imagination ... leave it to me ... I'll loosen up that little wife of yours...."
"You're a great guy, Sam. I won't be back till tomorrow or the next day. I'm sure you'll managed just fine. By the way, don't wear one of your $400 suits when you call to do the yard work...."
Both men hung up laughing uproariously.
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
Shaking herself free from the memory of her husband's recent unsatisfactory sexual assault on her, Sally got up from the sofa and walked into the den and switched on the stereo. At least she had a free day while he was on his overnight trip to collect her thoughts and plot a course for her life. At this moment she was not sure her future plans would include her young husband!
She sat down at her drawing board remembering that she had a project to finish for her art class. She tried to concentrate on the exercise but found her mind wandering off to her husband. He had left a little while after their unhappy encounter, and nothing was settled. Things remained at an impasse so that it looked as though their marriage might fall apart completely. Yet she also knew that something had happened to her during the course of the fuck-For a few rapturous moments, a sexual awakening-the likes of which she had never experienced before-had occurred. Maybe, with a little more time, she could really let go and experience an orgasm. With surprise, she realized that the crotch of her panties had become moist, probably because of her detailed recall.
Quickly she got up from her drawing table, feeling a little embarrassed, to change her panties. No point sitting here anyway, she thought, I'm too uptight to concentrate.
But as she stood up the doorbell rang.
Who could it be? She wasn't expecting anyone....
"Bzzzzzz ... the bell rang again insistently. Oh, for God's sake I'm coming, she said to herself.
She hooked the night chain on the door before opening it slightly. She found that the visitor was a tall handsome man about 30 years of age, around her husband's age.
The man was dressed in work clothes. She guessed he must be one of the trades people from the neighborhood.
"Yes?" she said crisply.
"Excuse me ma'am," the blond stranger said politely, with a friendly smile, "Is your husband home?"
"No ... not at the moment," Sally replied, somewhat cautiously. Ted had warned her often about being careful of strangers in the neighborhood, especially since the crime rate was going up steadily, even in their suburban area.
"Oh, that's too bad," the young stranger said. "I'm in kind of a tight spot. I know it's not proper for me to be knocking at your door like this ... but I'm just looking for odd jobs in the neighborhood."
Sally noticed that he spoke quite well for an odd jobs person. His face was extremely handsome, and masculine with bright blue eyes and browny-blond hair. His handsome angular features made him look like a young Greek god. Opening the door a little wider she noticed that he was quite lean, with an extremely well-muscled body revealed by the black T-shirt and tight blue jeans he wore. His feet were clad in brown suede boots. Despite her initial distrust of her visitor, the young wife found herself fascinated by the good-looking man and curious to know more about him. His face was so pleasant and sincere that it allayed any fears she had.
"Do you live in the area?" she asked. "No ... I'm on my way to Oregon to get a job. I've been hitchhiking, but my luck hasn't been so good. I had to get a bus from Colorado out to here and my money's nearly finished. To tell you the truth I haven't had a square meal or slept in a bed for two nights."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Sally said sincerely.
"Ma'am look, I'm really desperate for some money, maybe I could clean up your yard or your garage or something to earn some money for my bus fare to Oregon. I got a sure job to go to up there."
"Wellll ... I don't know ... We do need to have some work done on the yard, but...."
"I noticed your lawn needs cutting and I thought I'd just ring the bell and ask ... could I talk to your husband when he gets back?"
"I don't think he'll be back tonight." The young wife immediately regretted her last remark. Although she had no real reason to mistrust this handsome man, she knew a woman alone without a man in the house was in a very vulnerable position.
"Ma'am look, I'm really desperate for some money, can I just do the work and come back when your husband comes home to get paid? I can sleep in the park down the street tonight, and believe me, by tomorrow afternoon your yard'II look like a showplace."
"I ... I'm not sure," Sally said nervously. She felt a little silly being so standoffish with the young man. After all, his story made sense, and he seemed sincere. What harm could there be in letting him work on the yard? Still, she had heard stories about strangers ... She looked searchingly at the man, as if trying to make up her mind whether or not to hire him, and he smiled back at her so winningly that suddenly all her suspicions appeared utterly ridiculous.
"Oh, I suppose it will be all right," she said finally. "When do you want to start?"
"Right now," he replied cheerfully. "The sooner I get to work, the sooner I can get some food in my belly."
"I don't think it's a good idea to work on an empty stomach, why don't you come in and have a sandwich ... it's no trouble."
"Ma'am, I don't know if it would be proper ... with your husband not here and everything."
Sally smiled at him warmly. There was definitely something about him that inspired her trust. He was so polite and gentle and a really nice man just down on his luck.
"I'm sure I can trust you," she said. "Come on in. I've got hamburger and salad. A decent lunch should make you work better."
"Well, to tell you the truth ma'am, I'd sure appreciate it."
"Then please come in ... by the way," she asked as she opened the door to let him in, "what's your name?"
"Sam ... Sam uh ... Smith."
"I'm Sally Johnson."
"Please to meet you, Mrs. Johnson."
"Oh, please, don't call me 'Mrs.' that sounds silly ... just call me Sally."
"That's real nice of you, ma'am, Sally, I mean."
Sally laughed happily, completely secure with the handsome man now, and rather pleased to have some company to divert her attention from her problems.
"The kitchen's this way, Sam," she said, walking past him down the front hall. "Follow me."
Sam watched her intently as he walked behind her down the hall, his eyes riveted to the swaying ripe half-moons of her buttocks, while a bemused smile played on his lips. Well, Ted, old buddy, that wasn't difficult at all ... she's absolutely gorgeous ... I can't wait till I've finished my yard work ... He almost laughed out loud ... $45,000 a year and I'm mowing lawns. Well I'm sure it will be worth it. Besides the exercise will do me good.
For the rest of the afternoon Sally tried to busy herself with her art work while Sam worked diligently mowing the lawn, trimming the bushes, and generally cleaning up the yard. He seemed to know a great deal about landscaping, and the beautiful young woman couldn't resist glancing through the living room window now and then to watch him, fascinated, while he worked. He had stripped himself of his T-shirt, and Sally found herself staring at his trim athletic build, his tanned skin gleaming with perspiration. He was taller than her husband, and was lean like Ted and there was a classic beauty to his body so striking that the naive young wife could hardly keep from staring at him. She was oddly compelled by the young man and, hardly aware of it consciously, her thoughts kept turning again and again toward him. Finally, she invited him to dinner and they dined together on steak, baked potatoes and salad, chattering warmly back and forth.
"Well," Sam said, as he finished the last of his coffee, "it's pretty late and I should get out of here so the neighbors won't gossip."
"Oh, don't worry about the neighbors. I hardly ever see them anyway."
"Yeah, but it's getting dark, and it's only proper for me to go. Your husband wouldn't like it if he knew I stayed past dinner with you all alone. I got to get my sleeping bag from the bus station anyway, and then get a place in the park."
"Sam, I just thought of something ... We have a spare bed down in our basement. It would be warmer than the park. I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind."
"Gee ... I'm sure tempted. It'd be better than a park bench, that's for sure."
"Then it's settled. I'll leave the back door unlocked while you're getting your things, and you can just go right in. Then I'll make coffee tomorrow morning before you start work."
The young man glanced warmly at Sally, then looked down sheepishly.
"Sally ... you've been real kind to me. Aren't many people would be so kind to a stranger the first day. I ... just want to say thanks."
"You don't have to thank me," the young wife replied. "Believe me, you're helping us by doing the yard."
Sam glanced up at her, and for a moment there was a vivid second of contact between them as their eyes locked. Sally felt herself blush slightly as strange tingling sensations fluttered over her skin.
"Well," Sam said finally, shyly tearing his eyes away from her. "I guess I'd better be moving on. I'll see you in the morning ... and thanks again."
"Good night, Sam," she said, rising to walk with him to the door.
Sam almost burst out laughing as he walked out the front door. I might as well go back to the hotel and have a drink, he thought to himself. He walked down the block and round the corner where he had parked his late-model rent-a-car. I guess it would take about an hour and a half to get from the bus station and back he calculated. I'll just go and finish up some business with the gorgeous little cocktail waitress back at the hotel while I'm picking up my "sleeping bag". He did laugh aloud this time as he swung the expensive car back towards Salt Lake City.
At ten o'clock that night Sally sat at her drawing board, sipping a glass of wine. Normally she almost never drank, particularly when she was alone, but tonight she had been feeling oddly excited and decided that a little wine might calm her down. She had had quite a few glasses now as she had started dinner. Strangely, though, no matter what she did, the restlessness persisted.
I wish Ted would come back tonight, she thought as she stared at her art work without much interest. There's so much to be settled between us, and I'd feel better if he was here with me and we could talk it out. The way things are they're pretty much unacceptable to both of us, she thought. I know I'm to blame for being uptight but I think he could have some consideration of me as well. She desperately wanted her marriage to work, for she loved Ted deeply and wanted their life together to be a happy one.
Suddenly, disgusted with her lack of attention to her work, she reached up and shut off her extension lamp and started walking towards the stairs, pausing to pick up her glass of wine and the bottle.
"It's useless trying to get any work done, tonight, she decided. I'll just go to bed early and read. She climbed the stairs toward the second-floor bedroom. I'll just put everything out of my mind and relax. Tonight might be a good night to read one of my sex manuals!"
She wondered if Sam had returned from the "bus station" yet, and whether he was already in the basement. Despite her early suspicions she had to admit that she found him quite a pleasant young man, very easy to talk to, full of interesting stories about places he had been all over the country.
Of course, she couldn't deny he was quite good-looking as well, with a body just as good as her husband's and she was surprised how often her mind kept returning to the image of him working in the yard, bare-chested, his tight jeans clinging to his sturdy legs, his blond hair glistening in the sun. And yet, even as she thought about it, a part of her chastised herself for dwelling so unnecessarily on his appearance. Was she some kind of sex-starved suburban housewife acting like a kid the first time a handsome man came to the door?
She paused at the bedroom door, her mind once more a bewildering maze of conflicting emotions. Maybe I'm losing my mind, she reflected grimly ... I don't know what I want anymore. Oh God, why does life have to be so complicated?
She flicked on the lamp by the bed and the room was basked in a soft glow. She gazed fondly at the room she had so painstakingly decorated. She had decorated the entire room in white. White walls, white carpeting, white bedspread and even some white acrylic graphics on the walls. This was the young art student's favorite room, and as she entered and closed the door behind her, she began to feel calmer right away.
She turned on the radio and switched around on the dial until she found a classical station. The symphonic music was very soothing to the young woman as she moved around the room, turning down the covers of her bed, fluffing up the pillows, and preparing herself for a quiet evening alone. The young wife felt secure and cozy in her pleasant little bedroom world, and soon all her worries began to fade away.
A shower would be nice, she mused, as she slowly unbuttoned her dress and pulled it up over her shapely body. She hung the garment carefully in the large walk-in closet, then went into the large black-tiled bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Standing before the full-length mirror she removed her brassiere, folded it neatly, and placed it on a low stool. Then she slid her fingers under the waistband of her tight pink panties and wriggled them down over her gently blooming hips and tanned tapered legs, bending over to step carefully out of them and then placing them on the stool with the bra. Now totally naked, she paused to gaze at her lush body in the mirror.
The bright bathroom light made her skin seem to shimmer a translucent gold color, while the cherry-red tips of her breasts tensed and pushed out like two taut little sentinels in the center of those youthfully firm orbs. Although she was somewhat embarrassed to have such a ripely formed body, she remembered how often Ted had raved about her beauty and said he was the luckiest man in the world to have a wife with her looks and figure, and that she should be proud of her body.
He's absolutely right, she thought to herself as she let the palms of her hands caress the rounded melons of her breasts a moment before sliding them down to the nipped-in line of her waist, I shouldn't be so shy about my body.
After tying her long dark hair with a ribbon, she turned on the shower, waited until the water was just the right temperature, and then stepped inside. The warm jets of water splashed lightly down onto her supple young body, running in little streams along the flowing curves of her flesh as she began to rub herself from neck to toes with a bar of scented lemon soap, covering herself with a thick lather.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn," she sighed, "this feels heavenly...."
She slowly relaxed, thanks to the soothing warmth of the water coursing over her lush body while the wine she had drunk earlier began to have a fuller effect on her. The innocent young woman found herself rapidly growing more and more mellow as delightful tingling sensations rippled through every part of her wetly glistening body. She soaped her smooth young form over and over with the sweet soap, luxuriating in the gentle euphoria that glowed in her brain and the cascading warmth that flowed through her. Soon, her soap covered hands reached down to the soft triangle between her smooth golden hips and she began to gingerly rub her pussy flesh with lather. Surprisingly, there was an immediate unexpected response in that private area, like little bursts of pleasure, as her soapy hands explored her cuntal orifices. Quickly, she pulled her hands away, startled by the unusual response there and feeling vaguely ashamed of herself.
She remembered that Miss Bittenton had been particularly harsh on the subject of self-gratification-masturbation as she came to call it later-and had spent hours lecturing the girls about the mental and physical dangers of exploring one's most secret recesses.
"It is the single most disgusting thing a person can do," she had told the young school girls, "one would be better to go blind than do such awful things to oneself!"
As a result, young Sally had vowed never to let her animal instincts get the best of her like that, and she promised Miss Bittenton never to manipulate herself in such a lewd manner. Thus far, she had never been tempted, but now, with the unusually pleasant reaction she had experienced when she placed her lathery hands down there, she wondered if Miss Bittenton hadn't been wrong about that, too. The young woman remembered, too, that the books she had read had explained masturbation, stating that there was really nothing wrong with it, and that it might even be helpful in allowing a woman to explore her sexual nature. But Sally had ignored the books, for to her, doing such a thing was dirty and sinful.
Yet now, wanting desperately to free herself from her fears of sex, she became quite curious to try it. After all, it couldn't hurt, could it, just once? Still, it was a very daring thing for her, and the more she thought about it the more disturbed she became about the idea and the more anxious about the consequences. Finally she decided to put the entire thing out of her mind and just to spend the evening reading as she had planned. She let the water rinse off the soap, and a few minutes later she stepped out of the shower, turned it off, and wrapped herself in a thick towel.
Once again, as she began to dry her vaginal area, there was a recurrence of the irresistibly enjoyable sensations she had felt earlier, and it was all she could do to pull her hands away from her private recesses and finish drying her body. Placing the towel back on its rack, she opened the bathroom door. Immediately her naked flesh was bathed in a waft of cool summer air from the bedroom. Her tanned glowing skin grew goosepimply, and she shivered pleasantly from the contact of the cooler air on her freshly showered body.
As she walked back into the bedroom she could hear the radio playing a rousing overture. She recognized the 1812 overture and the pounding music seemed to match the pounding of her heart in her gradually arousing body.
She walked over to the dresser to select a negligee, and as she opened the drawer, her eyes immediately settled on a short nightie of sheer black lace that Ted had given her on her birthday. She had tried it on only once but had been so ashamed of the way it made her look, so strangely alluring and she thought, cheap, that she hadn't worn it since. But tonight she felt compelled to slip it on, just to see what it would be like. Giggling a little, still feeling the effects of the wine, she slipped the sheer supple garment over her head and let the soft folds adapt themselves to her body. Glancing in the vanity-table mirror, she was surprised to see how different she looked. Almost ... almost like one of those girls in a girlie magazine. Her initial impulse was to take it off immediately, but the young woman realized that would be silly, prudish, and if she was every going to grow up sexually she would certainly have to let herself be a little daring now and then.
With determination she walked to the bed and curled up comfortably against the pillows, then took several long reflective sips of her wine, listening dreamily to the music. Within a short while the young wife had become rather tipsy, although she was hardly conscious of the fact. All she knew was that she felt quite pleasant, and her body was glowing with a delicious kind of warmth she had never known before.
Maybe I just needed to get off by myself like this for a while, she thought, just get away from everything.
The music on the radio continued playing. It was something different now. A slow sensuous piece, with a steady throbbing undercurrent of drums. Ravel's Bolero, she suddenly realized. That's it. She had always like that composition and, setting her glass on the nightstand, she stretched out on the bed and listened, her eyes closed, as the slow thumping rhythm filled the room and permeated her brain. Her alcohol-fogged mind seemed to drift on a cloud high above the earth. She felt so light, so lovely. And always in the background, the insistent pounding of the music.
Almost without realizing it, she stretched her negligee-clad body provocatively on the bed, slowly undulating it in time to the music. Her mind seemed to fill with strange images as her tipsy imagination began to take hold of her. She imagined she was on a tropical jungle beach, in the shade of a palm tree, a primitive goddess alone in paradise. Oh, how wonderful it was, how delightful her sensuously writhing young body felt as she lay on the bed, drifting in fantasy. Her short black nightie had bunched up above her hips now, and unconsciously she let her hands wander down and lightly finger the white smooth flesh of her hips, then drift up across her abdomen. Lazily she untied the ribbons of her lace nightie and let it fall away from her firmly molded breasts, still imagining herself on an isolated Polynesian lagoon. The soft breeze that fluttered in through the curtained windows played on her velvety skin like a thousand little feathers brushing over her, increasing the languid excitement that pervaded her. Her fingertips brushed curiously over her upthrust breasts, and immediately the berry-tipped orbs were flooded with enchanting warmth. Anxious to increase her new-found pleasure, she began to massage the pliant mounds with the palms of her hands, growing subtly more and more aroused as the music picked up tempo to match her quickening pulse.
Although the innocent young bride was not aware of it, her body was slowly awakening, awakening to needs and hungers that had been suppressed far too long. As her exploring hands pressed sensuously against the ripe fullness of her breasts, they began to trigger reactions in nerve-endings all over her body that had lain dormant for many years. A faint heat began to churn in Sally's loins, and her heart beat faster and faster. Soon the young woman was running her hands up from the sculpted columns of her thighs to her quivering breasts and shoulders, then down again, over and over, increasing the euphoric sense of lewd sensual pleasure that enveloped her with the steadily rising force of a flood. Her breath came more and more quickly as the music built up its subtle barbaric pace, and soon her hands were crawling hypnotically down to the golden-brown triangle of her pubic patch.
Suddenly, as her hungrily curious fingers first touched the hair-lined split of her pussy, an electric thrill of high voltage excitement shot through her body with the force of a thousand volts of unleashed energy. She gasped as this unexpected stab of heat shot through her tingling body, immediately bringing her back to reality. She pulled her hands away from the trembling pussy-furrow, overcome with shame as she realized that she had begun to play with herself down there.
What's happening to. me? she cried inwardly. Dear God, what am I doing?
She struggled desperately to resist an overwhelming impulse to plunge her fingers upward into her vaginal sheath. It was wrong, wasn't it? Sinful and shameful? Yet the music kept pounding its merciless beat into her drink-clouded brain, and her body, operating independently, it seemed, surged with the desire to be satisfied, demanded that she bring her rising passion to completion.
"No ... no...." she murmured aloud, "I mustn't let myself do such sinful things...."
But it was already too late. She was possessed now with newly discovered animal lust, and the sensual beast in her had to be appeased! She found her hands moving, almost of their own volition, down to the warm little slit nestled between her thighs. Guilt and shame tore through her brain like bolts of lightning, but there was nothing she could do to stem the tidal wave of uncontrollable craving that threatened to inundate her voluptuous young body. "God help me," she cried, desperately. In the next moments her hands had clamped themselves feverishly on the exposed lips of her cuntal furrow, and she began to rub the pink moist folds of flesh, driven by erotic needs too long denied. With a last deep groan of anxiety, she suddenly surrendered to the onslaught from within, and began to finger herself in total abandon, discovering for the first time her erogenous zones, now caring only to satisfy the whims of her sexual desire.
"Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnn," she moaned, as her vaginal flesh blazed with new-found joy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnn ... yes ... oh ... yes...."
Her fingers, as if possessed by sexual radar, greedily closed around her clitoris and began to prod and massage the tiny little bud of flesh until it hardened and throbbed erectly. At once, hot maddening ripples of delight tore through the innocent young wife's loins as waves of warm pleasure rolled through her body like distant thunder, heightened by the driving sensuous music of Bolero still playing on the radio and building to its frantic climax.
Oh this is wrong ... wrong ... wrong ... wrong ... her mind screamed, but it was too late. She was caught now in a torrent of unbridled ecstasy as strong as cascading water bursting suddenly through a disintegrating dam. As if trying to make up for all the years of frustration, her body began to shudder madly in its hunger for pleasure, yearning for more thrilling forbidden excitement and hypnotically forcing the helpless young wife to continue twisting and prodding her hotly throbbing little clit with lustful abandon. There was no way Sally could fight it, and her sleekly tapered legs began to thrash and kick as her body undulated in sheer rampaging passion on the bed.
Finally, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, her fingers slipped downward away from the wildly aroused clitoris and travelled toward the eagerly expectant entrance to her cuntal interior. Her pussy flesh had grown hotly moist now, responding frantically to the sudden release of animal lust, and as her fingers reached her cuntal ring, she realized that it was already drenched with vaginal fluid.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she cried aloud, in submission to the steaming passion that enveloped her completely. She plunged two fingers deep into the wetly pulsing flesh of her cunt, pushing them up into the receptive widening canal until they were all the way in. Then, driven on by a force that transcended her fears and guilt, she began boring her fingers in and out-creating staggering jolts of unbelievable pleasure in her lust-possessed body.
She was so captivated by her self-induced passion that she failed to notice that the door to her bedroom was, at that moment, being slowly opened!
Sam stood in the dim light of the hallway leering in at the incredible sight of his friend's wantonly splayed young wife finger-fucking herself on the bed. A salacious smile played across his lips, and he silently reached down, unzipped the front of his tight blue jeans, and withdrew the rapidly thickening shaft of his cock, slowly jerking it up and down while Ted's wife, totally unaware of his presence, worked steadily closer to her climax.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she groaned deliriously on the bed, carried away by a staggering crescendo of self-induced pleasure.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnngggggggggg" Suddenly the walls of her vaginal interior, driven wild by the rotating plunging activity of her frantic fingers, began to palpitate frenziedly and issue forth a sweet stream of hot female fluid. Sally's loins burned with a stimulation that surpassed anything she would have thought possible in her wildest dreams, and in that moment she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had reached orgasm.
Like a beautiful bird soaring aloft into heaven, the young wife catapulted over the brink of ecstasy into a rapturous bliss as her hands flailed upwards into her wide-open, drenched and cumming cunt! She laughed and moaned aloud in utter triumph, scarcely believing how fabulous she felt as her body shook uncontrollably with blasts of searing pleasure. Her head flailed back and forth on the pillows, her long brown hair flying in every direction as she cried and groaned with utter wanton abandon.
Oh, she wanted the sweet feeling to go on and on....
She was cumming!!!! Cumming for the first time in her life!!! Cuuuuummmmmiiinnggg ... and to think that she had done it herself!
Finally, her passion began to ebb. Soon she lay still on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes closed in contented satiety while her body throbbed softly in the lulling afterglow of her titanic release. She had finally done it, finally let go enough to experience an orgasm, and she knew now that it was possible.
Then, suddenly, she heard the bedroom door slam with a thud as it flew open and banged against the wall. With a gasp of alarm she turned and cried out in shock. Sam was standing in the doorway, his huge cock completely erect and jutting out from the front of his opened jeans.
"You don't intend to keep that nice pussy all to yourself now, Sally, do you?"
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CHAPTER FOUR
"Sam!" Ted's startled bride exclaimed in alarm, hastily covering herself with her scanty revealing negligee, "what are you doing here?"
"Thought you might be lonesome without a man," he replied, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him. "I saw the light on up here and thought you might have use for a nice fat cock in that tight cunt of yours ... I see I was right."
"How dare you speak to me that way!" the shocked young wife cried out. "Get out of here or I'll call the police!"
The handsome young man's only reply was to smile pleasantly at her, his thick sensual lips drawn back over his white teeth in an amused fashion. The young wife was shocked now to realize that her trust in the young man was obviously a mistake. He had taken her in completely. Maybe he had had this in mind all along. He was standing just inside the bedroom with his hard stiff penis jerking lewdly toward the young woman's body like a snake about to strike.
"I ... I don't understand, Sam," Sally stammered nervously, "what's wrong? Are you drunk or something?"
"No ... I'm not, but I see you've been indulging a bit," he remarked, eying the empty wine glass on the night table and the half-full bottle beside it.
"Don't you know it's not good to drink alone ... especially if you're horny?"
Sally felt icy chills shiver over her flimsily clad body as he continued to stand there leering at her. She was speechless.
"There was no need for you to stuff your fingers up your pussy when I've got this big cock of mine all set ... I mean, just look at the way it's jerking around. It can't wait to slide up inside you."
"I should call the police," she said, instinctively backing away from the intruder, her hands clutching at the sheer black lace of her nightie, her eyes wide with shock.
"Well, don't you think that would be rather foolish ... I mean how would you explain the fact that you invited me in and made lunch and then dinner, and then said I could stay the night ... I mean, do you think that's a very credible story for the police?"
Dumbfounded, Sally continued to stare at him in shocked disbelief as he stood at the edge of the bed, his cock still stiff as a log and jutting straight out from the front of his unzipped jeans.
"What do you want with me?" she said finally, in a small shaky voice.
"Well ... I should think that would be obvious, don't you ... The same thing that you want-a good fuck. After all, I'm not blind to the fact that you were fluttering the curtains and staring out the window this afternoon while I was working ... you were dying for it then, so let's not play games," he said calmly.
Sally blushed a bright crimson, the words striking her to the quick as a little voice told her he was right ... but she hadn't wanted it to go this far. Dear God, she was a married woman. What if ... what if Ted came back?
Slowly he began to undress before her, slipping the T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, then pulling his tight jeans down over his lean hard hips. The young woman realized that he wore no underwear as his hugely throbbing cock and balls were at once totally revealed to her startled gaze. His enormous prick was much larger than her husband, Ted's, and his testicles, swaying lewdly beneath his thickly distended shaft of male hardness, seemed to be the size of tennis balls. Within a few moments her youthful seductor had slipped off his boots and jeans and stood near the bed, naked, his well-muscled body gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom.
The horrified young wife became conscious that the radio was still playing, somehow the symphonic music made a sharp contrast to the hopeless situation she found herself in. She winced in shame, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of circumstance, cursing herself inwardly for being so foolish as to trust the young man, wishing her husband would come home.
He sauntered around the room, checking out the furnishings, arrogantly displaying his well-sculpted body to her terrified gaze, taking his time before he made his move. Then he turned to her, one hand gripping the mammoth girth of his cock, and smiled again.
"Now baby, I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight ... you know you want it too!"
The young wife instinctively clutched the lacy garment tighter to her body, frozen with shock.
"Please," she murmured softly, "don't do this. I'll give you anything. Do you want money? I'll give you whatever I have."
"No, sweetheart, I don't need money right now. I need some hot pussy wrapped around my prick. And you want it too, don't you? You want my fat cock in your cunt, don't you?"
Sally closed her eyes tight shut and turned away from him.
"Don't turn away, baby, I want to hear you say it. I know you want me to fuck you, and I want to hear you say it!"
The young wife felt the hot tears burning her tightly clenched eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? It was unthinkable that something like this should happen to her ... in her own home!
"Didn't you hear me, Sally? I said say it ... say you want me to fuck you!"
"Sam, please ... I can't!"
"Yes you can. Come on, say it. Underneath that prissy little surface I know you want it. Remember I just saw you with your fingers in your cunt. Now say it!"
The young wife knew she had no choice but to do as he said. The maddening part of it all was that he was doing everything so calmly ... almost politely, except for the obscene words.
He was right, there was no need at all to use force. She had gotten herself into this compromising situation by being a trusting little fool!
"Come on," he prompted again.
"I ... I want you to fu ... fu ... fuck me. I want you to fuck me," she whispered.
"Now really, Sally, you can do better than that. Say it like you really mean it...."
"I want you to fuck me." Suddenly the words came tearing loose from her throat. "I want you to fuck me!"
"Not bad ... not bad, now you're getting into it," Sam walked slowly toward the bed. "Now take off that lacy little number you're wearing and let me see your body completely naked."
Slowly, her hands trembling with shame, Sally removed her sheer nightie and placed it carefully next to her on the bed.
"Good," the young seductor stated matter-of-factly, but growing more rapidly excited as she ob-eyed his commands. "Now stretch out that lovely body of yours on the bed and spread your legs apart so I can see your cunt real good."
The young wife extended her quivering limbs and spread them slightly, easing her body back on the mattress until she was lying prone.
"Wider, Sally, that's just not good enough to see anything." Suddenly he picked up both her ankles and splayed her legs as far as they would go.
"Ooooohhhh," Sally cried with embarrassment and shame at this humiliation.
He stood now at the foot of the bed, staring lasciviously into the fully exposed slit of her pink moist pussy, still pulsing from her recent masturbation. His lean young body shook with excitement to see the vulnerable young wife of his best friend spread-eagled obscenely before him and, with a deep growl of lust, he clambered up on the bed and thrust his full length on top of Sally's trembling form. His face was just above her own, an amused smile playing about his lips. That was the worst part. He had her, he knew it-and she knew it.
"Now, Sally, why don't you try to relax a little and we can have a really enjoyable time. There's no need to tense up like that."
Moving forward, he pressed his weight against her full rounded breasts bringing them flat against his own muscular chest. He thrust his hips downward at the same time, deftly ramming his rigid bloated cock against the wetly resilient flesh of Sally's vulnerable pussy slit. He reached down and, with one firm move, positioned his lurching cock at the already stretched entrance to her cunt. Then, with a second thrust of his hips, he drove its rigid thickness deep into her moist throbbing cunt like a raging bull, pushing the hot soft flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping the rudely impaled cock until, with a loud slap, his balls smacked against the obstruction of her tensed and trembling thighs.
"Oh ... noooooo," she cried out beneath him, stunned and mortified to be taken so quickly, to have his relentless cock-shaft advancing with no preparation into her cringing pussy, spearing her rudely. His huge cock lay burrowed deeply in her belly, filling every part of her cuntal sheath. She was so moist from her feverish finger-fucking only minutes earlier that she was helpless to resist the lewd intrusion. It was as if her cunt welcomed his obscene girth, craved it, despite her shame and indignation. She was being betrayed by her own body now, unable to control her physical reactions at all.
Sam lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his eager lips down over her tightened mouth as he began a slow rocking motion between her clenching shuddering thighs. The already heated cuntal passage widened greedily with each smooth skewering stroke as Sally gritted her teeth, her loins burning with shame and wanton desire.
She cursed herself, again, for trusting the stranger so readily, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Why had it happened, why, oh why? she demanded inwardly. Although everything in her conscious mind struggled against it, her body began to respond hotly to the increasing frenzy of his lustmaddened fucking. Already she was experiencing faint throbbings of carnal pleasure, feelings she had begun to unleash in herself only minutes before, and now it was too late to hold them back! Her body craved release, and made no moral judgments on how or why it happened. Fully aware of the bitter irony behind her situation, Sally twisted-her face into a strange, perverse smile as Sam began to lunge into her with increasingly rapid strokes, thrusting his iron-hard shaft in and out of her responsive cunt.
Her body began to twitch and writhe now, freeing itself of Sally's conscious control, as she involuntarily breathed groans of pleasure into the moist cavern of Sam's hungry mouth. Passion raged like a forest fire through her lust-conquered frame and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light film of perspiration broke out on her forehead beneath the soft disheveled strands of silky hair.
"I knew you'd like it, baby," Sam grunted as he drove into her deeper. "Let yourself go with the flow, baby ... move with it...."
With a moan of surrender, Sally realized that he was right. At least if she submitted to him totally, body and mind, it might ease her guilt. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she began to consciously rotate her pelvis, each move drawing Sam's huge lurching cock deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping cunt. Suddenly her cuntal flanges were acting on their own, sucking like a baby's lips drawing in a peppermint stick, drawing his mighty prick greedily up inside her tremor-shaken body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders, her fingers digging desperately into his sun-tanned flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity while the hot moist walls of her vagina flowered open to receive his battering cock blows.
There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She had drunk too much wine, was too numbed with the shock of the sudden turnabout situation, too sexually excited from her earlier finger-fucking to do anything but eagerly submit to the pounding thrusts of her seductor's rampaging penis. Her legs, on either side of his impaling rod of flesh, were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered wetly up against her mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up from her throat. She couldn't believe the searing flames of passion that were rippling through her naked twisting young body. It seemed impossible that under these circumstances she could experience such ravishing thrills, but it was true! It was real!
Finally a great wave of blazing forbidden excitement tore through her ravaged limbs, blasting her anxieties away in an explosion of unbridled lust. She was being fucked mercilessly by a total stranger in her own home! And she loved it! It was shamefully, obscenely true. She loved it!
Sam labored hotly above her, tormenting her with lunging strokes that brought his long thick cock almost all the way out of her wetly clasping cuntal inferno on the backstroke, then thrusting forward hard, battering her tender flesh with the force of a sledgehammer on an anvil. He quickened his pace as she thrashed her body wildly beneath him, then he pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them up into a jackknife position so that they were crushed against her breasts, so that the plane of her seething crotch was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his cock as he smacked madly into her.
"Uuuuuhhhhh," she moaned depravedly beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement. Radiant bursts of heat exploded in her loins, causing every inch of her skin to sizzle with ecstasy as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.
Sam groaned in obscene enjoyment, quickening his strokes even more, grinding deep and hard into her drenched cunt so that his blood-swollen cock drove far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. His huge heavy cum-laden balls, slapping roughly against her upturned anal crevice, grew hot with their churning load of semen.
He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy were becoming more and more frequent. The galvanic fire in his testicles had reached the bursting point now, and he knew the moment was at hand.
"Shit! Ooooohhhh, fuck ... I'm cumming!" he roared with savage intensity.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnggggggg!" Beneath him, Sally quivered helplessly completely out of control, her perspiration drenched body flailing distractedly, her head tossing shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the rampaging pleasure she was experiencing, as her wildly clenching cuntal walls quaked with a colossal passion. She was cumming again! Even more intensely than she had a few minutes ago! This handsome, young stranger had taken her to heights of barbaric pleasure she had never known existed.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she shrieked, as the force of her orgasm tore through her body.
Sam felt her hot cuntal depths opening and closing around him crazily as he gushed jet after jet of thick scalding semen into her drenched interior. Her vaginal secretions flowed hotly around his wildly jerking penis, mingling her sex juices with his own. Wave upon wave of white cum squirted from the parted glans of the young stranger's cockhead, welling headlong into the tormented young wife's writhing, welcoming channel. He twisted his muscular body and bucked his hips, draining himself as she lunged up toward him, the lips of her involuntarily contracting cunt sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry.
Sally moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she felt herself bathed in the luridly warm pleasure that enveloped her as Sam gushed the last of his surging load into her madly palpitating cunt. Then finally it was over. Slowly Sam withdrew his deflating cockshaft and collapsed next to Sally on the bed. The young wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of confused emotions. She had been fucked by a complete and utter stranger and yet her body had responded hungrily, greedily, like a thirsty man gulping down great draughts of cool water. She shuddered as she fully realized the horrible depravity of what was happening to her, unable to comprehend how it happened or why.
... And then she thought ... what if Ted found out? Little realizing that her loving husband had engineered the little caper!
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CHAPTER FIVE
The sex-ravaged young wife fell into a numbed sleep shortly after the exhausting orgasm she experienced from Sam's wild fucking, and did not revive until the bright morning sunlight came pouring through her bedroom window the next morning. As her large brown eyes fluttered open and she gradually became more awake, she suddenly remembered with a shudder that tore through her tanned naked body, all that had happened the night before. Yet she was alone on the bed, and at first she wondered if the incredible incident hadn't been some sort of insane nightmare. Perhaps she had fallen asleep and imagined the whole thing. Maybe the wine...? But as her mind became more alert, she heard noises in the kitchen on the floor below and knew instinctively that what had happened was no dream. It was real tooooo real!
She sat up in bed, nervously clutching the sheet around her lovely young form and glanced around the room. The daring black lace negligee she had put on so impulsively lay in a crumpled heap next to the bed, and the sheets were disheveled where her young seducer had spent the night sprawled out next to her.
Dear God, she thought miserably for what seemed like the hundredth time ... why me, why is this happening to me?
Maybe Ted would come home early, but how could she tell him about what had happened. Sam was right-given the circumstances of his presence in the house, who would believe her-it was the perfect set-up.
Feeling the situation hopeless she threw the sheet aside and got out of bed. She was going to have to face it regardless!
Her only comforting thought was that she felt the young man did not want to do any physical harm to her. He certainly didn't rely on violence to further his aims ... he had a subtler approach!
Within a few minutes she had washed and dressed herself in the most demure fashion possible, determined not to wear anything remotely seductive in the hope of keeping her young assailant at bay. She put on an old pair of jeans and one of her husband's old sport shirts.
The result was that she looked almost like a child in her brother's clothes.
Despite her contempt for Sam's method of seducing her, she was also aware that something had happened to her last night that was undeniably exciting. For the first time in her young life she had experienced not only the titillating pleasures of her body, but also her first full orgasm-not only one, but several, each more overwhelming than the last. It troubled her deeply that such an incredible awakening should happen to her under such humiliating circumstances. How was it possible that she could experience something so wonderful in the arms of a total stranger? Was life such an unfathomable paradox that it allowed her an extraordinary breakthrough only under this condition?
She paused as she reached the bedroom door, her mind once more a maze of conflicting emotions, hesitant to go downstairs and face the stranger that had tricked her into hiring him as a 'yard boy'. But she knew there was no choice, and squaring her shoulders with determination, she went out into the hall and descended the stairs. She was surprised to detect the familiar smells of breakfast cooking. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee permeated the house, and the crackling sounds she heard could only be bacon sizzling on the griddle. Reaching the entrance to the kitchen she stopped short, her mouth hanging open in astonishment, at the sight that greeted her eyes.
Sam was seated at the kitchen table, stark naked, sipping coffee and devouring a huge plate of eggs, potatoes and bacon, and at the stove, also stark naked, save for a short apron tied around her waist, was a young woman, a complete stranger!
"Hi, baby," Sam said cheerfully as he glanced up at the wide-eyed young wife. "This is Tina, a friend of mine. I brought her back with me last night."
"Hi," the woman said casually, as she lifted some bacon from the pan with a fork.
Tina was a tall woman, nearly five-seven, with a voluptuous figure, and a pretty heavily made-up face topped by a huge bouffant of platinum blonde dyed hair. Her fully curved young body was tanned from the sun and shone with a coppery gleam. Her ripely rounded breasts were absolutely enormous and thrust out like two huge fleshy spheres coming to sharp points where they poked against the material of the top part of the apron. Her waist was narrow where it gave way to the swelling bloom of her hips. She seemed completely at ease, as if she had lived in Sally's house all her life, and went on with her cooking as if nothing at all unusual were happening.
She had met Sam in the cocktail lounge of the Center Hotel where she worked. She was always game for a party and when Sam had explained what was going on with his buddy and his wife she had been really intrigued. So intrigued, in fact, that she had decided to take the day off work.
"Hungry, sweetie?" she asked the young wife, who stood at the entrance to the kitchen as if paralyzed. "I can cook up some eggs real fast for you."
"Sure, she's hungry," Sam remarked with a chuckle, "after all the fucking we did last night ... who wouldn't be???"
Sally blushed with shame at his remark, although Tina giggled and gave the flushed young wife a knowing wink.
"I'm not hungry," Sally said weakly...."I'll just have some coffee."
"Sure, help yourself ... it's on the table," the statuesque blonde said.
The young wife began to move hesitantly toward the kitchen table, where Sam sat staring at her mischievously.
"Why don't you take those clothes off first, Sally," he said, grinning, "be like the rest of us ... it's a hot day ... too hot for clothes...."
"I ... I don't think so...." Sally answered, instinctively clutching at the top button of her husband's sport shirt.
"I think it would be a good idea to take them off ... you'll be much more comfortable...." Sam said meaningfully, looking her right in the eye.
"Yeah ... you'll feel better...." Tina chimed in.
Sally knew she really had no choice but to strip. With trembling fingers she began to unbutton the large shirt she had been trying to conceal her ripe body under. Both Sam and Tina stared with lascivious interest as the young wife slowly removed first the shirt and then her jeans, hesitating when she got to her undergarments and then finally taking them off as well until her slim young frame was completely naked. Folding her clothes carefully, Sally placed them on a kitchen chair and then walked to the table, her gleaming golden skin tinged with pink from embarrassment as the two intruders continued to ogle her lustily.
"Well, you sure weren't leading me on when you said she was cute, Sam," Tina chirped. "Why sweetie, you got a figure right out of a magazine."
Trying to ignore the others, Sally sat down with as much modesty as possible in the situation, and poured a cup of coffee. As she sipped the hot liquid, her mind came fully awake and she glanced around the kitchen. She was shocked to see that the place was a mess. Cracked egg shells lay scattered around the counter along with papers, coffee grounds, and garbage. A surge of anger flashed through her brain as she realized how thoughtlessly they had gone through the place, invading the privacy of her home, and turning the kitchen into a pigsty. The young wife always prided herself on the orderliness of her surroundings, and she was surprised to find herself growing furious at the intruders not only for the sexual degradation that had forced her into, but also for the rudeness they displayed toward her environment.
Funny, she thought to herself, I'm almost more unhappy about what they've done to my kitchen than what they've done to me.
"How are you feeling this morning, Sally," Sam inquired politely, almost as if he were an invited guest.
"All right," Sally replied without looking at him.
Although she hadn't thought about it until now, she realized that despite the fact that her mind was torn with anxiety, her body felt refreshed and rested, as if the carnal side of her nature had been quite satisfied by the moral outrage she had suffered.
"Ready for more?" Sam queried, smiling.
"More? What do you mean?"
The young wife set her coffee cup down abruptly, wondering what further mischief the handsome stranger had in mind for her. Wasn't it enough that he had fucked her in her own bedroom, and that he and his vulgar friend had made a mess of her kitchen? Why didn't he just go away and leave her alone?
"You don't think last night was it, do you?" Sam went on as Tina sat beside him and began to wolf down a huge breakfast. "My dear, the day's just started ... isn't that right, Tina?"
"Sure, Sam, anything you want ... just let me finish my breakfast and I'll be up and ready."
"Okay, baby ... and then let's have a little action ... I want to get my prick stirred up a little. Hell, I've been up for two hours and I haven't had a hard-on yet."
Tina quickly finished her breakfast and then turned to Sam, "what shall we play, honey?" she teased, "little Tina's got the whole day off to play with the big kids ... now what shall we start with?"
"How about licking out Sally's cunt? After all that finger-fucking she did last night and all that cock-fucking that followed it she must be kind of sore ... how about it?"
"I like that game, Sam ... I'll be happy to."
She glanced with a broad smile at Sally, who sat as if frozen in her chair. Sam was asking this woman to ... to make love to her! The young wife was totally shocked by the idea, unable to believe that he could possibly be suggesting such a thing. Nothing was more shameful to her than the idea of two women having sexual contact. After all, it was something only discussed in whispers behind closed doors. In fact, she had often thought that such things actually never happened, that they were only dirty stories made up by sick people to amuse their corrupt minds. But now ... this young stranger was actually asking his voluptuous blonde girlfriend ... to make love to her! An icy shiver of shame rippled through her naked young body.
Tina, on the other hand, took Sam's suggestion with no noticeable trace of concern. Now twenty-four, she had been involved in just about every kind of sexual scene imaginable since she had run away from her rural Kentucky home at the age of fourteen. The curvaceous blonde had shacked up with one man after another in order to keep herself fed, finding that her great face and figure were all she needed to get by. She drifted around the country working mostly in cocktail lounges where she found the tips good and she also found she met the biggest selection of men. In fact, she had run into Sam in the bar of the Center Hotel. Jesus, what a handsome hunk he was, she thought. When he had suggested the little party she had jumped at the chance.
Even though she had only known him for a day, she liked the aura of excitement that Sam had. As for his suggestion that she lick out Sally's cunt she was all for it! Making love to men, women, anything, didn't bother her in the slightest. It was all the same, and she enjoyed just about all of it. In fact, she actually relished the idea of sexual intimacy with the obviously shocked young wife, for she found Sally quite attractive in an exotic way. Indeed, the young wife's trim little body had aroused her from the minute she had come into the kitchen.
"Well ... where's the action going to take place ... the living room?" Tina asked.
"Hell no, right here is fine," Sam replied. "Let's clear off the table. Immediately he and Tina started picking up the breakfast things from the table. When everything was off, Sam grabbed a sponge and wiped the table.
"Okay Sally, get up on the table. Seems like a good strong table to me. It should hold both of you real well. Climb up, baby."
The startled young wife went cold with shock as she realized that Sam wanted her to climb onto the kitchen table, the old oak table that she and Ted had found in a country roadside antique store, and lie there completely naked on her back. This is madness, she thought, total insanity! But she felt forced to comply. She rose meekly from her chair and climbed awkwardly up onto the solid wood table.
"Nice, that's real nice," Sam said as she lay back, tense and anxious, on the tabletop. "But spread your legs, so Tina can see what a real nice cunt you've got."
Sally shut her eyes as a wave of utter humiliation shivered through her prostrate form. Slowly, she spread her legs wide as Tina rose from her chair and sauntered around so that she could see the exposed pink flesh of the young woman's reluctantly proffered vaginal slit.
"Isn't that a nice one, Tina?" Sam asked, his eyes bulging with anticipation as his long thick penis stirred lurchingly to life.
"Real nice, yeah. You got a nice pussy, you know that?"
Sally couldn't believe the lewd obscenity of the two of them. They were examining her as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop. She wanted to scream in anger and outrage, but she knew that it would be a senseless act.
"Okay, Tina, hop up there ... and give me a good show ... I want to jerk off watching you."
Smiling slyly, Tina eased her lush jiggling body up onto the table until she was kneeling between Sally's tensely parted legs. Her eyes were riveted to the faintly pulsing split of pink flesh nestled in the young wife's hair-fringed pubic triangle, and little tingles of warm anticipation fluttered over the blonde's crouched body as she lowered her head down to the warm perfumed furrow of the brunette's cuntal area. She flicked her moistly searching tongue out experimentally and dabbed at the fluted folds of vaginal flesh. Sally's body jerked involuntarily at the contact of the blonde woman's snake-like probe with her fearfully quivering slit, and her hands clenched into two tight fists held rigid at her sides as she sought desperately to keep from shouting her outrage.
Tina ran her licking tongue up and down the full length of the exposed crevice, while her hands gripped the firm flesh of the young wife's tanned curving hips. Her own handsomely endowed body was responding with lewd excitement as she lapped greedily at Sally's vaginal lips. The blonde's cuntal interior began to glow with a pleasant warmth, and the nerve endings all over the skin pulsed in lurid anticipation. She increased the fervor of her oral manipulations, gliding her wet extended tongue up and down, up and down, savoring the distinctly feminine aroma that wafted up into her nostrils.
Soon she found the bud of the young wife's clitoris, pulsing softly with involuntary arousal at the voluptuous blonde's artful tonguing. She began to massage it lewdly with her lips, teeth and tongue, finding just the right sensitive spot that she knew would provoke waves of lusty pleasure, even though the reluctant brunette was obviously struggling to resist. Sucking greedily at the little penis-like protrusion, she let her hands move adventurously upwards, sliding over the young wife's smooth golden skin until they came to rest on the heaving mounds of her ample breasts. Continuing to suck voraciously at Sally's clitoris, she now began to squeeze and stroke her breasts as well.
The obscenely splayed young wife was shocked to find that once more her body was reacting totally against her will. Her clitoris had become quiveringly erect thanks to Tina's deft licking and it throbbed with steadily mounting passion. Her breasts, growing more stimulated by the minute under the gentle kneading of the blonde's hands, began to palpitate lewdly, straining with excitement while the nipples hardened to the texture of thick rubber. Little waves of perverse pleasure began to wind through Sally's body, despite her fearful determination to remain as detached as possible from the humiliating experience. Just as she had found herself, the night before, transported by Sam's skillful fucking to a netherworld of unbridled sensuality, so she now discovered that her newly-awakened guidance of Tina's torrid seduction. She couldn't let herself surrender, she couldn't. How could she face anyone again once she had submitted to the passionate advances of another woman? She would be breaking every known social taboo, and it didn't help to remind herself that she had been forced into it! She had to maintain her pride, didn't she? Her self-esteem? What would be left after this?????
Yet even as she thought these things, a steadily mounting blast of forbidden pleasure was churning in her hopelessly excited loins. The tide of unaccustomed thrills that had swept her away the night before began once more to swell in her aroused young body. Tina's tongue was sucking madly at Sally's clitoris and sending bursts "of throbbing warmth through the confused brunette's hotly pulsing cuntal interior. She could feel herself growing moist, even though it was the last thing in the world she wanted. It was as if her wildly responding young body were demanding that she surrender now, that she let herself react and even return the obscene attentions that the big blonde was lavishing on her. Without realizing what she was doing, her hands suddenly fluttered down to stroke the thick mass of Tina's teased hair.
"God forgive me," she murmured as she realized she was once more being drawn helplessly into a whirlpool of depravity, "forgive me for what I'm doing ... I can't help myself!"
Meanwhile, Sam stood nearby, his eyes bulging lustfully as he stared intently at the sight of the beautiful blonde woman he had picked up in the cocktail lounge tongue-fucking his best friend's wife while he stood by still pretending to be a handyman. Nothing excited him more than the sight of two luscious females wriggling together in mutual female ardor, and his enormous cock was stiffened to the limit, straining like a red-hot shaft of tubular steel as it jutted forward from the matted tangle of his blond pubic hair. He reached down and grasped the swollen rod with his hand and began to jerk its aching hardness smoothly up and down while his huge hairy testicles bounced lewdly beneath.
"Suck her good, Tina," he growled excitedly as he pulled at his painfully erect cock, "suck her till she can't see straight."
Suddenly Tina darted her wet questing tongue into the tightly clasped entrance to Sally's passion-wracked cunt.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh," the hotly aroused young wife found herself crying out as she experienced, for the first time, the maddening thrill of another woman's obscenely exploring tongue to her love-hungry cunt. Tina flicked the darting tip into her flaring vaginal depths, causing jolting flashes of luxurious pleasure to surge through the brunette's involuntarily writhing body as the blonde woman's serpentine tongue slid along the wet walls of her fevered pussy.
Finally, too overwhelmed with blind passion to resist anymore, Sally surrendered with a deep sigh of animal lust, and gave herself fully to Tina's greedy probing, opening her legs wide, pulling her knees up, giving the full access to her wildly throbbing cunt. She no longer cared that she was being shamelessly tonguefucked by the wanton blonde woman or that Sam himself was watching the perverted spectacle with bulging eyes. She had no choice but to submit, for the torrent of febrile excitement was too strong, too overwhelming to be held back by her passion-distorted mental protests. No, it didn't matter anymore. The only thing that counted to her now was losing herself completely in the rising euphoria of delicious sensuality that billowed around her like an engulfing fog.
Tina pressed her skillful little tongue even deeper into the fluted wet pussy flesh, ramming it far into the quivering vaginal cavern, whirling and rotating her stiffened oral member with intoxicating speed while Sally ground her heated trembling flesh upward into the blonde woman's face and fought back a shrill scream of ecstasy as the full force of her newly unleashed eroticism once more took full possession of her mind and body.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnnnn," Tina moaned, her hunched ripe body bathed in extraordinary waves of shamelessly rippling lust as she feasted on the young brunette's perfumed cuntal flesh.
Suddenly Sam, who had begun to increase the rhythm of his self-gratification to a frenzied tempo, called new suggestions to the two women.
"Swing around, Tina, so Sally can suck you off too!"
Immediately the blonde woman backed away from Sally's wetly palpitating pussy and quickly swung her body around, positioning her throbbing hot cunt directly over the young brunette's mouth so that they could share their mutual excitement. Then, supported on her elbows, she bent down and continued to lick voraciously at the warm succulent slit below.
At first Sally was frozen with shock as she realized what was expected of her now. It was one thing to passively submit to another woman's oral ministrations while she was helpless to resist her intensely awakened body re sponses, but this! To actually put her mouth and tongue on Tina's naked vagina, now hovering over her face menacingly, was beyond her comprehension. That was too much. She couldn't do it.
"Come on ... come," Sam coaxed, pumping wildly at his thickly swollen penis, "Get your hot little tongue into Tina's cunt ... don't be so selfish!!!!"
"Closing her eyes, and fighting back the resurgence of shame, Sally opened her mouth and timidly pushed out her tongue as Tina lowered her moist eager cunt onto her face. At first the young bride recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine love juices she tasted as her tongue nervously probed at the hotly throbbing flesh of the blonde woman's vaginal lips. But soon her former compelling desire returned, recharged now by Tina's tormenting little tongue fucking so wantonly in and out of her wet cuntal depths. Shyly she began to explore the warm quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of pubic hair lining the soft pink cleft. Finding the gently pulsing clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was startled to feel the little bud respond eagerly as it hardened with excitement.
"Uuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnggggggggg," Tina moaned as Ted's inexperienced young bride nervously continued to lick her lustily throbbing clitoris. The blonde woman increased her own activity, plunging her stiffened tongue fervently in and out of the hot convulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her face.
Aroused now beyond all control, Sally broke through the last remaining shreds of her resistance and began enthusiastically ramming her wet little tongue deep into Tina's heated vaginal interior.
The handsome pilot masquerading as a handyman watched lasciviously as the two sensual young females gyrated their gleaming young bodies against each other, their hungry mouths crushed against each other's passionately throbbing cunts as they moaned and writhed in lewd delight.
"Oh, yes...." Sam cried, jerking wildly at his heavily bloated cock, "Suck it ... suck it...." he yelled, at the sight of the two women.
Sally was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy as she drove her tongue upward into Tina's moistly clasping cunt, greedily exploring every inch of that succulent interior. The blonde moaned in sheer savage delight as her heatedly pulsing cuntal walls began to expand and contract with increased intensity as hot flashes of excruciating pleasure jolted through her wantonly twisting young body. She knew her climax was not far off now, and she redoubled her efforts by plunging her lewdly darting tongue deep into Sally's wet clutching vaginal depths.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh," the desire-crazed young wife groaned, as she frantically undulated her golden gleaming body up and down on the smooth oak table, her cuntal interior ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she were sinking into a pool of hot velvety softness, threatened by an impending tidal wave of unbearable pleasure. She was cumming ... oh yes, cumming again with a great rush of sweet aching happiness!
Both Sally and Tina were transported on an incredible vortex of wildly heaving orgasm as wave after wave of heated delight consumed them. Moaning steadily in the crescendo of mutual orgasm, they drove their madly licking tongues in obscene abandon far up each other's wet frothing cunts.
"Cum ... cum...." Sam cried as he frantically pumped his cock, "fuck ... fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkk."
Suddenly he reached his own pinnacle of excitement and shot forth a jet of thick scalding sperm from his hotly swollen head of his hand-jerked penis. An endless stream of squirting whiteness arched out from his lurching rod of flesh and splashed down onto the kitchen floor, forming gleaming pools on the tile.
The seething climax seemed to go on forever, and Sally let herself be borne along, a willing victim of the torrential thrills that wracked her body and mind. Soon however, Tina pulled away from her, breathing heavily, and sat back on her haunches.
"My, my, my," she sighed luxuriously, "that sure was nice."
"Yeah, sure was," Sam chimed in. "Sally, you're doing fine for a late bloomer."
The ravished young wife was unable to reply, for her brain was still reeling from the force of her shattering climax. She was roused from her stupor as Sam moved a chair and Tina climbed down off the table.
* * *
Unknown to all three, Ted Johnson had just driven up to his house and looking in the kitchen window had watched the incredible scene, mouth agape as his young wife deliriously ate a strange blonde woman's cunt. He knew his friend, Sam was inventive but how had he gotten his wife to perform such an act?????
Not wanting to break in on the orgy-just yet-he decided to bide his time. He went out to his car and decided he would park it down the street before he sneaked back into the house. He wanted to observe all the emotions his wife was registering as alien tongues and cocks invaded her previously uptight cunt. Christ, from what he had just seen, old Sam certainly had not lost his way with women. He couldn't wait to see what was in store next ... and that big buxom blonde was sure a hot number ... Hhhmmmm ... We'll see what happens!!!!
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
"Pick up a couple of bottles of Scotch and some vodka," Sam was saying to Tina a couple of hours later. "Let's have a real nice party for your day off."
Although Sam was still naked, Tina had dressed in tight-fitting Levi's and a snug white blouse tied just beneath her voluptuous breasts. Sally, sitting expectantly on the living room couch, wore no clothes, for Sam had told her to remain naked.
"I'll be back real soon," Tina chirped as she went out the front door.
"Make sure of that, baby," Sam called after her, "I'm dying for a drink."
He closed the door and sauntered arrogantly into the living room, his sensual lips curled back in a smile as he glanced at the young brunette on the sofa.
"Don't fuck much either, from what I can see. Christ, baby, you've been squealing like you never had it before."
Sally winced visibly as he spoke, and a wave of shame surged through her mind. Yet she knew that in a sense he had put his finger on the one real sore point between her and her husband. She had never been able to let go with Ted the way she had with Sam, and even Tina.
I'm no better than a whore now, she thought bitterly to herself, behaving like cheap trash in my own home and ... and enjoying it!! Oh, dear god, yes, enjoying it!! I must be sick, really sick to behave like this with strangers ... complete strangers....
"You know," she said after a long silence, "my husband could come back at any minute. What are you going to do if he does?"
"Why don't you let me worry about that, Sally? I got a kind of instinct for that kind of thing ... besides didn't you say that he was expected back late tonight?"
"I'm not sure ... it could be anytime."
"Well, then, I guess we'll just have to have as much fun as we can today. You know, make hay while the sun shines, right? Right?"
"Whatever you say." She was tired of resisting him now. There was nothing she could do until Ted returned, and she was so numbed and bewildered by the intensity of her enforced sexual experiences that she barely had even the inclination to protest anymore.
"That's what I like to hear, baby. You women are all the same. Uptight and prim until you finally get a big cock inside you ... May as well make it easy on yourself." He slumped into an upholstered armchair and began to absently toy with his thick-fleshed cock.
"Don't you think I have a nice cock?"
"Yes," the weary young wife said without feeling.
"You sure don't sound enthusiastic. Hell, honey, you can work up more than that, can't you? Tell me how much you like my cock ... Come on...."
"I ... I like it, Sam ... I like your ... your cock...."
"You like the way it worms around your cunt?" There was a strange gleam in Sam's eyes, an obscene gleam that made the young wife grow tense and wary again.
"What's it feel like inside you? I want to know ... it gets so big and stiff, doesn't it, like a big pipe, an iron pipe ... what's it like?"
"I ... I really can't describe it, Sam...."
"Sure you can ... I got to know ... I got to hear it ... I want you to tell me ... come on now, be nice, tell me what it feels like...."
The young wife swallowed hard and realized that once again she had no choice but to tell him.
"It ... it feels ... it feels ... good ... it feels good inside me, Sam," she said in a low voice, icy blasts of humiliation coursing through her naked young body as she struggled to get the obscene words. "Sometimes ... when you ... you come into me ... and it feels so ... so big ... it makes me feel like I'm ... like I'm in the ocean ... or part of the ocean ... like the waves ... just floating...."
"Oh, shit, Sally ... don't make me laugh ... cut the poetic bullshit ... that's not how it feels ... it feels like you're a slut, doesn't it ... and it makes you feel good?"
"Well ... yes ... sometimes...."
"Tell me ... tell me how it makes you feel...."
"Like a ... a slut ... like a cheap whore...."
"And you like it?"
"I ... well ... I" She couldn't answer him ... she just couldn't ... How could she admit that she enjoyed such shameful activities.
"I asked you if you like it?"
"Sam ... oh ... yes ... yes, I like it ... I like it...."
"Wonderful, that's just wonderful." His cock, which up until that time had been in a state of semi-erection, began to stiffen into its thickly rigid fullness as they talked, and Sally realized that he had been making her speak so lewdly precisely to excite himself. "You know what I like, Sally? I like to get sucked off ... You like to suck cock?"
"I've ... never...." The young wife's heart was beating like a jungle drum in her chest, and her breath came faster and faster as she struggled to tell the young man that she had never sucked on anyone's penis before, and had never even thought of doing such a thing. Surely he wouldn't ask her to ... to do that to him. Hadn't she been degraded enough????
"Never sucked a cock before, huh? Well, it's real nice, I'm told ... real nice ... Looks like this is going to be your first time."
He stood up arrogantly, his hugely distended column swaying up and down as it jutted out from his groin in eager erection. Sally knew at once that he was going to make her take his thick penis in her mouth, and the idea made her mind reel in disbelief, while her vulnerable young body pressed back into the soft upholstery of the sofa almost as if trying to disappear. Sam began to move slowly toward her like a sly tomcat approaching a frightened canary, his tongue flicking out and running over his lips in hungry anticipation.
"Sam ... please ... don't make me do this...."
But Sam's only reply was to laugh, mockingly, at the startled young bride. Finally, he stood in front of her, his legs wide apart, his massively swollen cock pointing out at her from his loins like some giant log, his bloated testicles tightening like prunes in lusty expectation.
"Pucker up, baby," he said, cheerfully, "cause this little prick wants to get in your mouth ... now come on...."
"No ... no please!" she cried out anxiously.
But Sam couldn't have cared less how much she protested. She had started out protesting the other two times as well and had ended up loving it. He was confident that cock sucking would prove no exception to his reluctant pupil.
He reached out, took her arm, and pulled her off the sofa, pushing her down to her knees to kneel before him. She tried to twist her face away so she wouldn't have to stare at the lurid sight of his hotly throbbing cock and balls so close to her face, but he pushed her head around with his hand and forced her to face it.
"No ... no ... please ... no...." she whimpered.
"Stop acting like a baby ... wrap your mouth around my cock!"
Sally knew she had no alternative but to do as he asked. His enormously thickened penis waved obscenely in front of her terror-stricken eyes as Sam slowly pulled back the soft foreskin to reveal the pulsating ruddy head that seemed to leer at the anxious young wife like the eye of a demon. How could she take such a shamefully huge thing into her mouth and actually suck on it? Once in a while, she remembered, her husband had hinted to her that he would like it, and she had always refused to even consider such a humiliating thing. Surely this was the most disgusting thing a woman could do. Her lips tightened in fear at the prospect of taking his lust-thickened penis into her mouth.
"Come on, Sally," he said, once more pushing her face closer to his swollen genitals, "suck it ... suck my cock."
Closing her eyes to blot out the horrible sight, Sally opened her mouth and locked her lips around the tip of his obscenely extended cock. She was initially surprised at the velvety texture of the huge cock-head, although there was a gagging sensation in her throat as she took it into her mouth. Timidly she let her trembling lips suck on his passion-bloated hardness, struggling to please her seductor. Suddenly Sam gripped her head with both hands, and shoved his thick swollen cock halfway into her resistant oral cavern, grating his penile flesh over the sharp edges of her teeth.
The young wife gasped and gagged again, shocked to feel the tremendous bulk of his cock-shaft shoved between her lips. She closed her mouth around it and began to suck and lick the massive intrusion, although she had little idea of exactly what to do to satisfy Sam. After the initial trauma, however, she was amazed to find that the texture and sensation were not altogether as loathsome as she had expected. In fact there was something intriguing about the fleshy rod, something that almost made her want to suck it eagerly. Inwardly she reprimanded herself for being so lewd and shameless in her thoughts, yet it was undeniable that an instinctive desire was beginning to take hold of her, a strange craving that she did not understand.
Sam thrust again, this time forcing the entire length of his hotly excited penis all the way into her mouth and halfway down the back of her throat. Again the shocked young wife gagged in tense resistance. Yet once she adjusted to its enormous thickness, she found that by relaxing her throat muscles she could continue to suck on it with a minimum of discomfort.
"Suck harder," Sam grunted as he began to thrust his hips back and forth slowly, working the thick rigid member in and out of the tightly clutching circle of her lips.
Trembling with fear and shame, Ted Johnson's kneeling young wife did her best to comply with the lustful demands of her seductor. Her eyes closed in the hope of erasing from her consciousness any awareness of the debased act she was being forced to perform, she tried to keep the muscles of her mouth and jaw relaxed to accommodate the fleshy protrusion of his thick-girthed column of flesh.
Involuntarily, her throat contracted, producing a gagging sound as it tried to expel the unwanted intruder, and the humiliated young bride felt slightly faint. For a moment she reeled unsteadily on her knees, almost overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness, and she would have fallen over if Sam had not maintained his vise-like grip on her head.
"I'm getting tired of waiting, Sally," his voice had an edge on it now and the terrified young brunette felt her stomach turn over at his calm but somehow threatening tone. Steadying herself by leaning her trembling hands against the corded columns of his thighs and breathing a silent prayer for help in the humiliating ordeal, Sally again began tentatively pulling and sucking on his lust-distended cock, sliding it in and out of the puckered oval of her full lips. Her jaw ached from the effort of holding her mouth open wide enough to encompass its rubbery thickness but, reminding herself that she had no choice, she did her best to relax and as Sam had said earlier, "make it easier on herself." Fighting down her queasiness, she pulled experimentally on his thick rigid penis, gradually relaxing into a steady bobbing rhythm in time with the thrusts of his lean hard pelvis.
Once she had made the first gesture of relaxing, she was surprised to discover that, although she still felt the act was shameful and debasing, it was not, in actual fact, as repulsive as it had always seemed to her. Except for the gagging sensation that occurred each time the heated tip of his cock-head plummeted headlong against the fiercely resistant muscles of the back of her throat, and the recurring sense of humiliation she felt when sudden mental flashes reminded her of the degradation to which she was being submitted, she found the texture of his throbbing blue-veined cock inside he virginal cavern of her mouth not really that unpleasant.
Out of curiosity and the desire to hasten the completion of her ordeal, she began working in earnest to satisfy Sam's warped sense of enjoyment. Her tongue slid wetly over the sensitive underside of his blood-engorged shaft, of enjoyment. Her tongue slid wetly over the sensitive underside of his blood-engorged shaft, tracing an uneven path along the veins that stood out from the smooth flesh.
"That's really great, Sally," Sam groaned, rotating his hips obscenely as he savored the feeling of her slick heated tongue against his lust-swollen prick. "You're going to make a first class cocksucker."
His lewd words made Sally cringe inwardly with renewed shame at her situation. She experienced a sudden vivid image of herself as she might have looked to an imaginary third party in the room (and in fact, did look to her husband crouched in the hall watching the whole scene) kneeling on the floor of her living room, stark naked, before the figure of a strange man whose huge penis was plunging heedlessly, throbbingly, in and out of her mouth. Strangely, however, the fantasy-image also aroused unexpected twinges of excitement in the ravaged young wife's consciousness. From some deep recess of her unconscious mind, far beyond her control, began to come other equally sexual visions, all of them of herself und Sam, and sometimes Tina, copulating wildly in every imaginable combination and position. The unbidden images flooded her with warm erotic feelings that surged excitingly through her naked kneeling frame.
Carried away by their sensual force and scarcely knowing what she was doing, Ted's wife began sucking on her seductor's now rapidly plunging shaft with instinctive expertise, as though she had been doing it all her life. Her tongue whirled deftly around the swollen cock, up to the tiny opening at the tip, then all the way down until she felt the wiry softness of the curling pubic hairs at the base and his hard wrinkled balls slapping against her chin. Her hands began involuntarily squeezing and kneading the taut hair-covered flesh of his muscular thighs, and little moans of pleasure escaped her lips as her head, still gripped by his powerful hands, bobbed back and forth like a rubber ball.
Sam groaned with satisfaction and threw his head back in a grimace of delight as he responded to her increasing ardor. Possessively he wound his long fingers in the curling tendrils of her thick brown hair, manipulating her head any way he wanted to increase his pleasure.
Looking down at the kneeling form of his best friend's wife, he felt a thrill of pride at the transformation-that was once again taking place in the prim girl who knelt before him. He could feel in the trembling of her hands that she was beginning to get really horny ... just like last night. Her hands were beginning to dance over his naked thighs and hips like butterflies. He could hear the little gasps and moans of erotic arousal that escaped from her throat with each thrust of his heatedly excited cock. Her tight pink pussy was probably creaming already. He smiled to himself at the thought, and gripping her head more firmly, he held it in place so that he could increase the rhythm of his lustfully impaling strokes.
His appraisal of the young wife's state of arousal was far from inaccurate, for Sally, to her shame and amazement, was falling prey to ripples of salacious delight coursing through her loins. Despite her moral outrage at Sam and the things to which he had forced her to submit, once again her body was betraying her. A. tantalizing sensation seemed to emanate from the little crevice at the juncture of her thighs, and she could feel a warm passion-induced moisture seeping out of her heatedly throbbing pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, but found to her dismay that this only intensified the feeling. Oh god, she thought despairingly, what's happening to me? How can I possibly be ... enjoying this? It's disgusting!!!
Suddenly the pace of Sam's movement increased sharply, and a low animal-like groan burst from his lips. His grip on her hair tightened and instinctively, Sally knew that his orgasm was about to overwhelm him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhh" he growled forcing her head down onto his pulsing shaft of cock-flesh as the first jet of creamy-white cum spurted lewdly into her mouth. Once again the young wife gagged uncontrollably and struggled to escape the steaming liquid that spouted forth in hot gushes, but her resistance was futile. With herculean strength, Sam pulled her forward so that his furiously throbbing cock was jammed all the way against the back of her throat, and she could smell the pungent male' odor of his swaying testicles. Stimulated by the intensity of his release, the young brunette found herself suddenly gulping down the scalding cum as though it were soda, sucking greedily at his ejaculating prick as though she wanted to drain him to the very dregs of his orgasmic passion. The tickling sensations between her legs was almost unbearable now, and she writhed uncontrollably, grinding her knees into the thick pile of the carpet until they were red.
Finally it was over, and with a great sigh of relief, Sam released her. Sally sank back onto the carpet, shaking with the effort of her labors and with her own hotly inciting but still unrelieved desire. She huddled in a heap on the floor, numb, aware only of the agonizing ache between her quivering thighs and the fire that raged unquenched through every part of her being. Suddenly she became aware that she was being watched, and looking up, she saw Sam, still towering over her, grinning down at her knowingly. Feeling herself flush with embarrassment, she hastily averted her eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, your hot little cunt'll get fucked soon enough," he said, grinning at her.
"Hey, anybody home?" The now familiar sound of Tina's voice echoed cheerfully, followed by the sound of the back door slamming.
"Well, well, well," Sam said delightedly, looking past her into the kitchen, "looks like we've got company."
Startled, Sally turned to follow his gaze. Tina had indeed returned, but she wasn't alone.
* * *
Startled as much as his young wife, Ted scrambled up from his vantage point in the hall when he heard the back door open. He was shocked to see that the blonde woman had picked up a man. He had been so engrossed in the picture of his beautiful, shy wife sucking Sam's cock wantonly and deeply into her throat, he had forgotten to watch for Tina.
Still not ready to join the scene, he quickly jumped up, without being seen by the others and hid in the den.
He'd make his entrance, he decided, when the time was ripe!
* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally struggled dazedly to her feet as Tina and the male newcomer entered the hallway. The thoroughly confused young wife made no attempt now to cover her nakedness, for she had been subject to so much outrageous behavior in the last few hours that it seemed futile to make a gesture of modesty in the face of so much shameful perversion. Yet a deep foreboding came over her vulnerable young frame as the strange man drew near.
He was tall, in his mid-thirties, with an extremely powerful well-built body. He was dressed in a faded blue denim shirt that was open nearly to the navel revealing a dark curling mat of chest hair. He wore extremely tight black denim trousers that clung like a second skin to his muscular hips and legs, flaring slightly at the bottom around the black boots he wore. The stranger's face was rough and craggy, plainly of working-class character, with a strong chiseled nose, coarsely sensual lips, and bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce right into Sally's soul. His black hair was flecked with silver, thick and coarse, curling around his ears in a longish fashion. Sally guessed he was Spanish or perhaps even Indian in origin.
"Well, who the hell's this Tina," Sam inquired, making his way over to the newcomer.
"Tina picked me up in the liquor store ... said you were having a party ... oh, by the way ... my name's Jack ... Jack Fuller," the newcomer stated, never once taking his eyes off Sally's gleaming body.
"Well, pleased to meet you, Jack ... I'm Sam ... and this is Sally ... Sally is learning a few new techniques in the sex department ... if you get what I mean."
The newcomer, Jack, winked knowingly at Sam. "I'll be glad to be of assistance if I can," he chuckled.
"This is turning into a real party ... let's all get acquainted and have a drink ... Tina, get some drinks together while me and Jack get to know each other."
"Sure, baby," the voluptuous blonde said as she sailed into the kitchen. "What's everybody drinking?"
"What's the order, Jack?" Sam asked.
"Scotch, man ... I always drink Scotch ... straight."
"Okay, Tina ... scotch all around," Sam called.
"Should I help Tina with the drinks?" Sally asked meekly.
"No, baby," Sam replied pleasantly. "Tina's the cocktail waitress around here ... you stay here with me and Jack. "You wouldn't believe it, Jack, but this little number can suck cock with the best of them ... first time too, she says. She's sure good-looking too, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you can say that again," Jack replied. Staring hungrily at Sally, the powerfully built man reached down and stroked the huge mound his ample genitals made in the crotch of his skin-tight trousers. The young wife couldn't keep herself from glancing down as he did this, and she realized with a shock that he also wore no underwear, for his semi-erect cock pressed against the thin material of his pants like a thick piece of rubber hose, clearly out-lined.
Suddenly Sam indicated to Sally to go ahead of the two men into the living room. The naked Sam and the swarthy newcomer sauntered in behind her, and immediately Sam sprawled on a big easy chair.
"Stretch out on the couch, Jack, and relax, make yourself at home ... We can have a real nice party this afternoon ... Sally's husband won't be back until late tonight."
Jack stretched out on the couch, boots and all, soiling the light-colored upholstery immediately. Sally, who stood nakedly awkward in the center of the room, winced as she watched the muscular stranger grinding oily stains into the material. Both men noticed her reaction.
"The little lady seems pretty fussy about keeping the house clean ... good thing she's not so fussy about what cocks she sucks ... come on over here and suck my cock again while I'm getting acquainted with Jack. It makes me feel real good when you do it."
Sally stood as if paralyzed. Surely he wouldn't treat her like this in front of a total stranger ... in her own house....
"I said come over here, Sally, don't be shy because we've got company ... Suck my prick ... Maybe Jack would like some cocksucking too after awhile ... show us your cock, Jack...."
Jack laughed crudely and promptly stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his tight pants, and yanked them down over his muscular hips. Sally gulped anxiously and realized that her suspicion that he wore no underwear was completely true, for at once Jack's obscenely pulsing cock and balls were totally revealed to her shocked gaze.
"Check her out, man," Sam said, Laughing, "she can't believe how big you are, man. I bet her mouth's just drooling ... Well, first come first served, friend, you'll have to wait your turn ... come on over and suck me off, Sally, baby ... and you Jack ... why don't you take your clothes off ... we're all going to stay naked so we don't have to waste time dressing and undressing."
"Great idea, man." Jack said happily, as he began to take his pants down again.
"Here, Sally, you kneel down between my legs here and kiss my prick awhile."
Burning with shame, the young wife did as she was told, kneeling down in front of Sam and taking his cock in her mouth. His thick-fleshed rod was soft now, and still wet from his recent ejaculation. It was easier for Sally to encompass it in her mouth and, grateful for the fact that at least it wasn't swollen like a steel piston, she began to absorb herself in sucking it, even exploring it with her mouth. Strangely, she found that by directing her attention totally to it she could shut the horror of her situation out of her mind. Soon, nothing existed for her except the column of limp pulsing flesh between her lips as she sucked at it and caressed it. Sam moaned happily as she explored his genitals, and slumped forward in the chair. Dimly she was aware of their conversation.
"What do you do for a living, Jack?" Sam inquired.
"Drive a truck ... in fact, I left my rig down at the liquor store ... I got pretty turned on talking to that sexy Tina and when she said there was a party ... well ... here I am."
"Well it was nice you dropped by ... that Tina is so goddamn friendly it's unbelievable." Sam squirmed around in lewd pleasure as Sally continued to suck at his steadily rising cock.
He gripped her head and pressed her face flat against his groin, grinding his hips in a slow rotary motion, "this woman does a real good job for an amateur ... I'm telling you, Jack!!!"
The muscular newcomer laughed and stretched his naked body out on the sofa, absently fondling his genitals with his hand, while he watched Sally's naked back and buttocks hunched over between Sam's legs.
"Yeah, Sam, this is the life ... Say, how'd you happen to be here anyway? She is a friend of yours???"
"You'd never believe it, man ... not in a million years ... but I think it's safe to say it was a lucky break...." Sam chuckled loudly.
In the next moment Tina entered the room with a tray of glasses filled with Scotch.
"Well, everyone, drinks on the house," she said as she approached them.
"Great service," Sam said. He pushed Sally away from his warmly throbbing cock and took a glass half-filled with amber-colored liquid from the tray. "Give Sally a drink too," he told the blonde.
"I ... I'd rather not drink," Sally murmured from her position on the floor.
"Come on, honey ... everyone else is ... you better too...." Sam said authoritatively.
The young wife pulled herself to a sitting position on the floor and took a glass of straight scotch from Tina. The platinum blonde felt a twinge of pity for Sally as she gave her the glass. She had drifted around men plenty but somehow Sally was different. Tina was surprised to feel a kind of sisterly affection for the inexperienced young wife, and she winked at her in the hopes that it might soothe some of the inner conflicts the young brunette was experiencing. Sally caught the young blonde's quick gesture of comfort and was both surprised and grateful at the same time. Up until now she had been repelled by Tina despite the fact that her enforced oral copulation with her had been unexpectedly quite exciting. But now, in her confused state, the brief flash of warmth and encouragement meant as much to Sally as a wealth of extravagant praise. She smiled shyly back at Tina, hoping to convey her heartfelt thanks, but the other woman had already moved away to give Jack a drink.
"Drink up, Sally," Sam said, bringing the young woman abruptly back to reality. Complying immediately, she sipped from her glass and immediately choked as the hot undiluted scotch coursed down her throat. She rarely drank, and never anything so strong. Her naked body shuddered from it, and she was very reluctant to drink more.
"Come on, baby, drink it all ... we've a long day ahead of us ... it's good for you."
Sally looked up at Sam dismally. I might as well, she thought resigning herself to the fact that all the others were drinking. She brought the glass of scotch once more to her trembling lips and took a larger swallow.
* * *
Ted was in the den with the door locked. I hardly think they'd notice me right now anyway, he thought. It had all happened so fast he hadn't had a chance to call Sally to tell her that he had completed all his business in Ogden early. Besides, with what he had arranged with his friend, Sam, he had preferred to surprise her with his return. He certainly had not expected an orgy. He had assumed that Sam would have finished fucking his wife last night but he was not the least bit annoyed about the turn of events. Even that new guy that the blonde had picked up at the liquor store was okay with him. Anything to get Sally's head turned around as far as their sex life was concerned.
Whew, it seemed like things were going pretty well. The way Sally was eating that big blonde's cunt and then sucking Sam's cock ... well, he would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. His cock was starting to throb just thinking about it.
The others in the living room were so engrossed in drinking right now they'd never think about him. Besides, he wasn't due back until late tonight ... he'd be safe to indulge in his voyeuristic activities for the time being.
He had never known how much he could get off just watching. But seeing the blonde's tongue swirling around in his little wife's tight juicy cunt was really exciting to him. He imagined how the rigid oral member felt darting in and out and swirling around the tender flesh. He was dying to get in on the action but for now ... he was content to watch....
* * *
Rock and roll music filled the living room of the Johnson house. Loud raucous driving music!! The curtains and shades were all drawn, and the room was lit by lamps, though it was only around two in the afternoon. Jack lay stretched out on the sofa, and Sam lay sprawled on his back on the carpeted floor while Sally was licking his naked muscular body from head to foot with her eager tongue. Tina, now naked again, was dancing in the center of the room, grinding her hips furiously to the lurid beat of the rock music. All of them were really drunk.
The effects of the liquor had long since taken their toll on the sex-ravaged young wife for her mind was now tingling with alcoholic euphoria, and her body which had experienced a life-time of sexual thrills in one day, was excitedly alive and rippling with erotic pleasure. She was actually licking and sucking hungrily on Sam's toes, well past the point of being troubled by her conscience, after all the activity of the past twenty-four hours.
I'm a hot little whore now, she thought as she ran her tongue greedily up the handsome man's inner thigh, a real whore ... and I love it ... I love ... it so fuck all of your lectures at the orphanage, Miss Bittenton ... you see where they got me ... I'm licking the naked body of a strange man ... not even my husband ... Ohhhhh I do love it....
"Wow, Sally's really going to town," Jack remarked drunkenly as he watched the ravishing brunette madly licking Sam's body. "It's getting me super horny, man ... super horny ... When do I get my turn?"
"Coming up, man," Sam mumbled as Sally began to suck under his armpits with hungry fervor.
Still dancing frantically in the center of the room, Tina found herself growing a little annoyed about everyone ignoring her. Yet she knew better than to let it show. No matter how she tried to avoid it, she was growing horny as hell and needed satisfaction. Her loins burned with the need for release, and her cuntal interior was already nearly drenched with fluid from the erotic excitement she induced in herself by dancing. And then she remembered something she had seen in the kitchen, in the refrigerator when she was getting the drinks. Her scotch-fogged brain sizzled with delight as the idea began to form in her mind. The men were ignoring her, preferring to get their kicks with Sally, so that left her free to get her own kicks any way she wanted.
The others in the room were completely oblivious to Tina's thoughts at the moment, for Sally was lustily absorbed in licking Sam's throat and shoulders, much to the obscene pleasure of the two men. Sam lay back while the previously shy inexperienced young wife voraciously licked him with her mouth and tongue. He lay back passively, his lean muscular body rippling with steadily mounting pleasure as Sally continued her lewd oral ministrations. Jack ogled the lurid sight hungrily, his enormous cock stiffly erect and aching almost painfully with torrid desire. The strapping truck driver grew hotter by the minute as he watched the fabulous brunette slithering over the other man's tightly muscled body, her mouth and hands exploring his lean frame like a female sex machine.
"Hey, come on, Sam," he growled drunkenly. "It's my turn now ... my prick's jerking like mad to get inside that cunt."
"Okay, man," Sam replied lazily. "She's all yours...."
Hungrily, Jack strode over and touched Sally on the arm. He pulled her off Sam's wetly glistening body, and pushed her down on her back on the carpet. The sight of her supple translucent flesh made him tremble with an excitement that shuddered through his powerful frame like bursts of explosive lightning. His enormous cock lurched like a long-necked monster, ready to rush into the secret cavern.
"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits," he grunted as his eyes fell leeringly on Sally's quivering upthrust mounds.
Sally was so drunk and numbed now that she was no longer human. She was a sexual animal, totally possessed by the cravings of her flesh. Her ripe young breasts throbbed hotly under Jack's hungry gaze, and her pink nipples rose to taut hardness. Jack straddled his legs on either side of her hips, then knelt, bending down so that his thick lips closed around first one softly pulsing breast, then the other, sucking and biting at the tender upthrust mounds. At the same time he reached around with one hand and thrust his outstretched middle finger straight up into her heavily moistened cuntal passage, making the drunken young bride groan with pleasure. He wormed his finger around in the fiery hot vaginal channel fiercely, but no matter how he drove his finger upwards, no matter how hard he sucked her pliant breasts, she only moaned with ecstasy, lost in an alcohol fog of surging desire.
Suddenly the swarthy truck drive pulled away, leaving Sally's pyramidal nipples erect and excited from his furious sucking and her deserted cunt blazing with unsatisfied passion.
"Sam, turn her over," he said excitedly, "I'm going to give her a special treat."
Quickly Sam bent down and gripped Sally's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach, while his eyes eagerly drank in the gleaming gold of her skin. The inebriated young woman lay on the floor, her stomach and breasts pressing into the soft pile on the carpet, her firmly rounded buttocks quivering from the streams of excitement that flowed without diminution throughout her sex-hungry body.
Jack stood at her feet, while his thick monstrous cock, long and muscular, grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of her exposed buttocks. Then he stopped, took both of Sally's ankles, and pulled them apart, splaying her legs wide. An idea had been forming in the back of his mind, a way of really turning on the ravishing eighteen year old who lay expectantly on the floor before him. He dropped to his knees between the young woman's legs and ran his hands roughly over the long tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her sleek young thighs to the hotly moist vee up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal cleft up between her thighs were deep and inviting, and Jack growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's vulnerable ass-cheeks, parting them slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
Sally shuddered as she felt the muscular truck driver probe her anal crevice. No one had touched her there before, except Ted the day he left. Now suddenly she wondered anxiously if Jack had the same thing in mind.
The older man leered down at the beautiful woman and slowly drew aside the smooth white globes of her buttocks. She instinctively clenched them together, but he held on to the curved orbs, forcing them apart. At that moment, Sally realized that the swarthy truck driver was not only going to take her from behind but possibly ... in the anus!!!! A moan of protest rumbled up from her throat, cutting through the thick fog of sensual frenzy that had enveloped her.
"Don't get excited, little lady ... if you don't fight it ... it'll be fabulous ... believe me...."
He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at the puckered little anus with his stiffened middle finger. The young wife jerked forward and cried out in surprise as she felt his finger begin to intrude slowly into her tightly resisting nether ring. Oh, please, she cried inwardly, not this ... oh, god , ... not this!! She pressed her pelvis hard into the rug, her buttocks tensing together to escape Jack's finger being thrust into her rectal depths, but her gesture was useless, for he burrowed forward again, sinking the finger to the first knuckle.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh" she gasped as he skewered his finger into her tight little rectal hole, sinking it in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud. With a deep grunt, she relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wished, steeling herself for the discomfort she knew would follow and hoping it would not last long.
With his free hand, Jack began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, preparatory to sticking it into the beautiful young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the length instrument directly at the tight puckered hole now partially stretched from the rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body against her back. His massive pulsating cock slid along the perspiration dampened crevice until the tip rested against the tiny throbbing hole, shining wetly from his spit. Then levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips, directing his desire-swollen prick straight into the tightly clenched opening. He bore down on her, forcing his huge cock-head forward into her cringing little anus.
Sam, who had retreated to the armchair once again, watched in lewd fascination as the impaled young wife groaned and writhed on the floor. His thick erect penis was pounding with excitement and jerked straight up in maddened lust. Never taking his eyes from the obscene sight of the muscular truck driver boring his massive cock between his best friend's stretched and trembling ass-cheeks, he gripped his rigid cock with his hand and began to pump it up and down eagerly. He wanted to fuck her again, and his time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh" Sally gasped as Jack's hotly inflamed penis finally hammered its way right up into the expanded depths of her rectum. Now, miraculously, it was in all the way to the hilt. She shuddered spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the discomfort of the foreign intrusion. It was completely useless to resist any further.
"What a wonderful tight ass-hole you've got, baby," Jack grunted, "just the way I like them."
He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up on to her knees. Then he began to fuck in and out of her searing virginal ass-hole with long smooth strokes.
Sam, riveted to the scene, was jerking frantically at his lewdly excited penis, nearly out of his mind with perverted delight.
Tina, meanwhile, had retreated to a dim corner of the living room, and was also watching the anal impalement of the young wife. Her own corrupt sense of pleasure was thrilled by the depraved scene she was witnessing. Then she remembered about the refrigerator. She walked in the kitchen and opened the vegetable compartment. She took out a" long thick cucumber and shut the door. She sat with he back leaning against the kitchen sink, slumped forward so that her pink glistening little pussy was completely exposed, and brought the green thick tipped end of the cucumber directly to her vaginal opening, rotating it around and around over the hotly excited flesh.
Suddenly she thrust the cool waxy cucumber upwards into her cuntal interior.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" she groaned excitedly as the thick vegetable slid easily up her lust-moistened cuntal walls, "uuuuuuunnng"
She began to thrust the cucumber in and out of her proffered pussy, slumping further down and pulling her knees up to give he: easier entry, driving the waxy vegetable phallus all the way up until it slammed against the shuddering flesh of her cervix, then pulling it all the way out with a wet sluicing sounds. She continued to fuck herself with the vegetable with mounting frenzy until a voice said, "how would you like a real cock up that wet cunt????"
Dazedly she looked up and saw a really handsome man about thirty with a giant cock bulging out of his pants.
"Whaaaa ... who the hell are you?" she asked still continued her fucking with the cucumber.
"I'm Ted Johnson ... this is my house and I like to be hospitable to my guests," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling them off.
"Unnnnnnnggggg," the blonde groaned with ecstasy as he quickly stripped off and reached over to her and took the cucumber out of her throbbing cunt and pulled her on top of him ramming his hardened thick member deep into the receptive cunt.
Back in the living room, Sam suddenly lunged from the armchair, too excited now watching Jack's hugely stiffened prick driving into Sally's boiling young rectum with frantic strokes, he wanted to join the orgy.
"Hey, Jack, turn her on her side so I can join in, huh??"
'Sure, man, the truck driver," replied with a laugh. Locking his hands tightly to Sally's hips, he rolled to the side, pulling her hard against his chest. His throbbing cock was still embedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay full-length on her side.
Sam wasted no time in pulling the lovely young wife's free leg up so that it dangled over Jack's thighs, and her pulsingly hot vagina was helplessly exposed just above the ruddy stalk of Jack's penis. Then he grasped his painfully lusting cock, swiftly positioning himself on his side facing the inexperienced young bride, and rammed forward with all his youthful strength, his long hard thickness slipping quickly into Sally's wet stretched cunt.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh" she groaned as its heatedly throbbing length slithered up into her cuntal depths, joining Jack's cock, already buried in her burning rectal channel, only a thin membrane away. The impaled young wife lay gasping and groaning, sandwiched tightly between their huge skewering penises like so much sandwich filling, with only the narrow wall of tissue between her anus and her cunt to separate the two thrusting members. She was face to face with Sam, his lust-glazed eyes staring into hers as he gripped her shoulders for support. Then he kissed her with his wet sensual lips and began to fuck with renewed fervor into her hotly penetrated pussy.
The young pilot drove into her frenziedly while Jack burrowed with unrelenting thrusts into the hot depths of her ass-hole. After a few moments they developed a natural rhythm, buffeting the tender young body between them.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen nearby, Tina and Ted were fucking like dogs on the kitchen floor. His thick stiffened cock driving far up into her wet receptive cunt and rotating it wildly inside. Her body shivered with excitement, and she tossed her bouffant mane of blonde hair feverishly groaning with pleasure, her eyes rolling unseeing.
With a soul-searing moan of lust, Ted drove his cock far up into her pussy, up practically into her belly, while her loins churned with a steaming sexual heat that was driving her crazy.
"Oh ... yessss," she groaned through clenched teeth ... yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me...."
Sally on the living room floor was beginning to feel once more the now familiar churning of reawakening passion. The forbidden thrill of pleasure that had taken hold of her many times now in the past day suddenly began to rise again from somewhere deep in her belly as the two strange men continued to fuck her. Her skin began to ripple with a flowing warmth and her alcohol-clouded brain reeled, pulling her away from the shocking reality of her double impalement into a raging torrent of bestial enjoyment. Every nerve-ending in her body came alive as the swirling tides of passion swept through her entire being. She was being mercilessly fucked by two strange men in her own living room, and now she began to relish it, thrill to it, squirm her body in pure sexual response to it! Shamelessly she began to return Sam's wet kisses, clamping her lips feverishly on his, eagerly giving vent to the wanton lust that now took complete hold of her once again.
A raging hurricane of adulterous delight welled from the depths of her soul and charged her with renewed sexual energy. She began to gyrate her hips lewdly backward to meet the barbaric thrusts of Jack's rigidly knifing cock, and then forward again to let her sex-greedy cunt swallow the whole of Sam's thick plunging prick. She undulated wildly between the two males, one swarthy and hairy, the other lean and sinewy, her hips rotating and heaving against them.
"Fuck me ... fuck me gooooooooooodd" she heard herself scream, brazenly and shamelessly...."fuck me mooorrreee"
Urged on by her obvious change of attitude and lust-inciting cries, two men began to fuck her harder and more abandonedly. All three of them groaned in animalistic excitement and howled a bizarre cry of heated orgiastic debauchery.
Tina, meanwhile was close to orgasm as Ted plunged his wetly glistening hot cock in and out of her seething cunt. He held her firmly full breasts squeezing them with torrid pleasure making every inch of her body quake with obscene thrills. Suddenly she groaned deeply as her lust-driven cunt began to explode with sizzling delight, as if bombs were going off inside, bombs of soft, piercing flames that spread to every part of her obscenely jerking young body. She was cumming, cumming with a torrent of female secretions that gushed out of her thoroughly fucked cunt in warm streams and dripped softly on the tiled kitchen floor.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh," she hissed in luxuriant, shameless passion, "Ooooohhhhh ... Jesus...."
And then Ted was cumming too, his cock jerking wildly inside the cocktail waitress' cunt spasming hotly in giant gusts as his white hot sperm gushed in waves in the already drenched pussy.
Then, suddenly he was completely spent and they both lay naked and exhausted on the cool kitchen floor. In a few moments Ted stood up and took Tina by the hand motioning for her to remain silent and he went back into the carpeted hallway to watch the debauched spectacle in the living room.
Through lust-dulled eyes they watched the double fucking of Sally.
The young wife was out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began squealing with mounting excitement as the heat in her uncontrollably thrashing loins reached new heights. Her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweet gushing fluid, evidence of her nearly insane delight, and she began to scream.
"I'm cumming ... cuuummmmiiinnngg" Her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like a reverberating thunder through her wet exploding cunt.
Sam and Jack both sensed her overpowering excitement, and it inspired them with renewed strength. Their two massively inflated cocks became charged with raw male power as they fucked into her from both sides, searing the twin channels of her belly like mighty cannons, sharing the triumph of her orgasm between their rampaging bodies.
"Uuuuuunnnggggg ... sshhhitt," Sam groaned, as his sperm-bloated testicles contracted and then began to erupt under the intolerable pressure.
"Eeeeeeeee ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh"
And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white-hot cum into Sally's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans wrenched from deep in his throat. Behind the squirming young wife and his violently cumming friend, Jack held off as long as possible, preferring to be the last to shoot his load. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Sam and Sally charged him with such overwhelming passion that he could now wait no longer, and he began to plunge his massive cock into Sally's greedily clenching anus like a jackhammer. The heavy force of his thrusts buffeted the others as he drove on and on like a wild bull. His enormously swollen balls could no longer hold his churning semen, and the thick boiling cum suddenly travelled up the massive length of his cock-shaft until it burst through the parted glans into the dilated interior of Sally's rectal depths, filling the young wife with a radiant burst of wet heat that even further enhanced her throbbing delight.
The three-way orgasm seemed to go on forever, until finally Sam pulled his cock from Sally's drenched pussy and collapsed exhausted on the floor, leaving only Jack to complete his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. Then even Jack was still lying on the floor with Sally's body still pressed tightly to his.
It was all the sodomized young wife could do to remain conscious after the overwhelming experience of her double fuck. Nothing so shattering had ever even remotely happened to her before, and her naked young body was still bathed in the lascivious glow of her experience. She could feel Jack withdrawing his limp rod from her stretched and seething rectum, leaving her lying alone on her side on the soft carpet.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stretching lazily, the truck driver had another swig of scotch and said, "Much as I'd like to hang around ... my rig's still down at the liquor store ... I better haul ass out of here...."
"Why don't you hang around?...." Sam said hospitably.
"Nah, I really got to get moving ... can't afford to be unemployed."
Gulping down the last of the straight scotch, the swarthy truck driver got up and lurched out of the front door back towards the liquor store where he had left his rig. What a day, he thought to himself, smiling as he swayed down the street of the suburban neighborhood.
Sally was nearly delirious from all the drinking and wild debauchery she had indulged in. Her thick long brown hair was a tangled dis array, and her eyes glittered with a bizarre kind of satisfaction. Through the dim lit room she thought she recognized the naked form of her husband Ted in the hallway. She must be really far gone, she thought. Her husband was up north, in Ogden on business.
"Hey, where's Tina...?" Sam queried, looking around the room, "I haven't seen her for some time...."
"I don't know ... maybe she went upstairs to bed...." Sally offered.
"Why don't we do the same thing ... I'm getting carpet burn from fucking on the rug ... come on...."
Wearily the young wife pulled herself to her feet and made her way through the living room toward the stairs. By the time she entered her bedroom, she found Tina lying there, her young body sprawled lewdly across the bed. But she was not alone. Her husband, Ted, was burying his head in Tina's eagerly proffered pussy, and sucking her glistening cunt-lips with zestful abandon while the curvaceous blonde squealed and wriggled excitedly.
Sally's mouth gaped open as she watched them. When had he come home? Did this mean he had been watching her? Oh, God!!! But then nothing seemed to matter as Sam came in behind her and embraced her, clamping his hands on the firmly resilient mounds of her breasts and rubbing them strongly, at the same time grinding his pelvis against her smooth white buttocks.
"I'm going to stick my cock up your ass now, baby, the way Jack did," he whispered in her ear...."I haven't had my prick up there yet."
As the horny young man rotated his hips behind her, she could feel his penis begin to stiffen as it rubbed the tender place where her buttocks met her thighs, and despite her weariness and the shock of finding her husband home, she began to anticipate the excitement she knew she would experience when he entered her and began to saw away at her anal canal. Suddenly her alcohol-clouded brain began to crave having the bestial young man fuck her from behind. Her lush young body quivered from head to foot as she began to wriggle her ass-cheeks lewdly back against his rapidly hardening cock-shaft. Her conversion had been so total in the last day that she now greedily welcomed the possibility of yet another explosion of animal sensuality, longed to have Sam's thickly distended cock rammed up inside her loins, whether in her cunt or in her ass-hole. What did it matter now???
Suddenly Sam pushed her forward so that she fell onto the bed next to Tina and her husband Ted and yanked her legs wide apart.
"Oh, give it to me, Sam, shove it up my ass ... hurry ... shove it in...." she found herself moaning, in spite of the fact that her husband could hear her. He glanced over and urged on by his wife's obscene commands began to suck at Tina's wet cunt with renewed insane vigorous licks.
Sam smiled to himself, knowing his breakdown of defenses and anxieties of the formerly innocent young bride was now complete. His friend Ted should be happy. Sally was screaming for it now!
His cock was stiff as steel with desire and jerking frantically straight out from his dark tangle of pubic hair, aching to thrust into the tiny brown opening between Sally's undulating buttocks. With no further preparation, he suddenly threw himself on top of her and snaked his hand down to position his obscenely lurching staff at the puckered anal entrance. Then with a forward flick of his hips, he bored into it, forcing his swollen cock halfway up her hot rectal channel. Her seething ass-hole felt as if it were on fire. He shoved the thick length of his cock all the way in to the hilt with a grinding lunge that elicited a deep grunt from Sally.
Suddenly he began to fuck her, in and out with firm hard strokes driving into her with jackhammer force rippling at her burning anal passage with his monstrously impaling cock driving it like a madman up into her constricted anus.
Next to them on the bed, Ted had suddenly pulled away from Tina's hotly pulsing cuntal slit. His massive penis was stiff as a board now, and he scrambled up and knelt with his knees on either side of the blonde's face. Then, gripping his blood-engorged cock, he shoved it into her mouth. Tina used to such frenzied sensuality, immediately began sucking on Sally's husband's enormously thick rod with great skill, as her throat opened hungrily to encompass its massive bulk.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... suck it good ... suck me off ... suck it...." Ted groaned as the voluptuous blonde cocktail waitress pulled mightily at his lust-swollen hardness, causing shivers of barbarous passion to shoot through his loins.
"Tina, you're a fabulous cocksucker," he screamed.
Beside them, Sally Johnson writhed on the bed as Sam drove his rigid cock up into her tight rectal channel, slicing in and out. He gripped the young wife's soft shoulders fiercely as he lunged his hips back and forth with superhuman force. An unexpected shudder tore through Sally's body announcing the welcome transformation from discomfort to pleasure-and soon it came again, the churning sensation in her loins that she had come to crave, the shivery ripples of pure sexuality, the fantastic sprays of delight that always heralded the release of her baser instincts! Her cries turned to low moans of unmitigated pleasure. It had happened again, she had transcended her shock and re-entered the world of radiant ecstasy-brimming with happiness she suddenly threw her head back and screamed.
"Oooooohhhhhhh ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me in the ass...."
And then Sam began to inch Sally down the bed, nearer Tina, and Sally needed no urging. Excited beyond all reason, she drove her tongue deep into Tina's hotly moist vaginal interior, whirling and rotating it with complete abandon.
Meanwhile her husband pumped his bloated penis in and out of Tina's hungrily sucking mouth, clutching her thick platinum tresses and grunting with raw animal passion. The fury of the four-way orgy mounted, and each could feel the approach of yet another climax, even more intense than all that had come before. Tina ground her moisture-drenched cunt i p into Sally's eagerly licking tongue while her hands roved freely over the muscular naked body of the other woman's husband who drove his lust-swollen prick deep into her throat. Sam, at the same time, lunged forward with incredible strength driving into the young wife's hotly pulsating rectum with insane fervor.
It was the recently innocent young wife who reached climax first. As she groaned incoherently into the seething wet furrow of the blonde's cuntal flesh, the beginnings of her orgasm came shooting out from everywhere at once. The others were only seconds behind, the two men groaning deep primeval moans of savage pleasure. Sam rammed mightily into Sally's receptive cum like a berserk garden hose. At the same time, Ted ejaculated wildly into Tina's gulping mouth, spraying her oral chasm with his hot male essence as her cheeks hollowed and expanded to drain him dry.
Slowly their passion subsided, and one by one they slipped, deliriously, out of their positions to collapse exhausted in a disordered heap on the bed. For a long time there was not a sound to be heard as the wearied debauchees sank into a heavy stupor provoked by their sexual excesses.
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CHAPTER NINE
Sam sat up first and looked over at Ted. Ted winked and Sam winked back. He reached over the back of Sally and patted Tina, motioning silently for her to get up. He had done his duty for his friend and now he knew that Ted and Sally should have some time to themselves. Besides he hadn't fucked Tina all day and she still had the rest of the night off to spend in his hotel room. Wearily, he clambered off the bed and Tina followed. They tiredly walked down the stairs to the living room to pick up the clothes they had strewn around.
Quietly they dressed and left the house.
Finding herself alone with her husband. Sally began to grow fearful. What am I going to say to him, she thought and she started.
"Oh, Ted, this guy came to the house to do some work in the yard and then forced me and said he would tell you that I invited him and...." she rambled hysterically but Ted put a finger to her lips to quiet the babbling young woman.
"Listen, it doesn't matter to me ... the sordid details ... I mean ... the important thing is ... you looked like you were enjoying it ... for the first time ... let's just leave it at that ... are you hungry?"
"No ... I think I'd like to take a hot bath."
"I'll start it for you," her husband said, getting up from the bed and going to the adjoining bathroom. "Sally...."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
* * *
Sally sighed as she sank back into the hot tub, surrounded by glistening bubbles from her bath oil. Her luxuriating young body, weary from the constant sexual diversions during the past day, eagerly welcomed the calming pleasure of a long, relaxing soak. The shame the young wife had felt so recently seemed to fade away like magic as she languidly soaped her curvaceous body letting each stroke wash away the memories of the past day. Sighing happily, she finally finished her bath and stepped out of the tub.
Standing before the large bathroom mirror, drying herself with a thick towel, she remembered that her journey into the world of sex had begun just after she had left the bathroom. Suddenly, in rapid montage, all the day's events seemed to replay themselves in her mind. She remembered Sam's arrival at her front door, looking so handsome and sincere. And then the orgy with her husband-an orgy that had lasted for hours-not forgetting the double impalement by Sam and the truck driver that Tina had picked up. She couldn't help feeling a certain amount of warmth toward them all.
Replacing the towel on its rack, the young brunette stepped out into the bedroom. Ted, who was in bed glanced up as she came into the room and looked startled. For a moment Sally didn't understand his reaction, but then realized why he had such an odd smile on his face. She was completely naked. Normally she put on a robe or negligee when she had finished bathing, but she hadn't even thought about it this time. She realized with a start that she no longer was ashamed of her nakedness. After the past days, how was that possible? She had been completely naked with total strangers. In the back of her mind she realized that perhaps she had learned a lot more than she thought.
"You look incredible," Ted remarked as his widened eyes traveled up and down the full length of her tanned young body, lingering on the pointed upthrust mounds of her softly pulsing breasts and slowly taking in her full curving hips and tapered legs. He couldn't help but notice the change in her, not just the fact that she was standing completely nude before him with no apparent shame, but there was an aura about her-a sense of womanliness and allure that had been the one missing element before. There was no doubt about it, she was a different woman now, vastly different from the frightened creature he had left before the business trip.
"Sally, I've never seen you so beautiful."
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice taking on a pleasant, somewhat husky quality he had never noticed before. "You look awfully good to me, too."
Ted laughed softly and threw back the covers, revealing that he, too, was completely naked. Sally glanced down in unabashed admiration at his slender muscular form. The young couple exchanged warm smiles, and their eyes locked together fully and directly, establishing a steady current of unspoken affection and love. Immediately Ted's thick cock began to lurch into erection until finally it stood up proudly from the furry tangle of his pubic hair, swelling with eager desire.
His young wife gazed openly at his hotly pulsing genitals, and a teasing smile crossed her lips.
"I thought you'd be tired ... doesn't look like it," she remarked slyly.
"To tell the truth, I was, but not now." He rose slowly from the bed, never once taking his eyes from the stunning vision of his wife standing like a shimmering Venus before him, no longer frightened and trembling, but sure and confident. "I thought you'd be tired too ... after all you've had a big day."
"Not at all...."
As if drawn by the magnetism of their steadily mounting passion Ted and Sally moved toward each other, breathing faster and faster as lusty passion began to ripple through their naked young bodies. Finally they stood face to face and suddenly reached out their hands and clasped each other in a feverish embrace, their lips meeting hungrily as they showered each other with hot kisses. Ted slid his hands down to the softly curving roundness of his ardent wife's tanned hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach, until they came to rest on the resiliently pulsing flesh of her taut breasts. He massaged them hungrily, reveling in the silky smooth texture of those ample mounds, no longer cold with resistance but quiveringly hot and alive. He squeezed the little buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until they stood out proudly erect.
In response, Sally's hands dropped down to grip the rigid girth of her young husband's thick, and deftly pulled away the soft covering of velvety foreskin, exposing the purplish blood-filled head that pulsed in lustful anticipation. Then, in a sudden, unexpected move, she dropped to her knees before him and took the throbbing head into her mouth, avidly closing her wet glistening lips around it.
"Uuuuuuunnnnngggghhhh," Ted moaned with pleasure as she took his cock all the way into the moist interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his desire-bloated little glans while her teasing fingers closed around his huge swaying balls and kneaded them softly. Closing her eyes, the sensually-awakened young wife savored the delicious sensation of having her husband's hot rigid penis in her mouth as it slid up into the farthest recesses of her expanding throat.
Ted gripped the curly tresses of her soft brown hair in ecstasy, scarcely believing that his formerly shy young wife was rapidly becoming everything he had ever hoped she would be. His mind became filled with lewd erotic thoughts as he fantasized all the delightful love-play that was possible between them now ... love-play that could even include other couples! Sally began to increase the tempo of her eager sucking, fondling his balls enticingly as she brought her delighted husband quickly to the point of seething arousal. He began to plunge his excited penis in and out of her yielding throat, while she gripped his tautly flexing buttocks with her roving hands and kneaded them rhythmically as he thrust his pelvis back and forth in growing frenzy.
"Oh Christ, baby," he moaned suddenly, "let me fuck you ... it's been so long...."
Sally eased her lips off his hotly swollen penis and stood up. They were at the very edge of their wide double bed, and suddenly, with a deep guttural growl, Ted seized her satiny shoulders with his hands and the two of them fell backwards, consumed by a swelling tide of aching sensuality. He quickly arched his body over her, positioning himself so that his knees were between her legs. Then, supporting himself with one hand, he gripped his lustily throbbing cock in the other and placed it at the quivering entrance of his reclining you wife's extended cuntal slit. With a grunt, he lunged forward, thrusting his rock-hard cock-shaft deep up into her moistly contracting cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Sally moaned in delight as she felt her husband's rigidly hardened prick slide all the way into her welcoming cunt. Quickly she twined her tapering legs high around his back, giving full and total access to her love-craving cuntal interior, and reached her eager hands around to knead once more the hard half-moons of his buttocks, pulling and stretching them apart lewdly as he began to thrust his hips up and down and around in a torrid fucking motion.
The lust-drenched young bride was overwhelmed as her naked husband's thickly swollen spear traveled in and out the length of her wetly palpitating cuntal sheath. This was a thousand times better than anything she had experienced with Sam, Jack or Tina! A magical radiance seemed to envelop her from head to foot, and she reeled delightedly in the knowledge that at last she and Ted could experience sex in a fully open way. Flashes of pleasure rippled through her naked throbbing body as Ted drove his massive cock all the way in up to her belly, pulled it out again and then lunged forward, until he buffeted against the thrillingly hot hard wall of her cervix. She screamed out shamelessly, reveling in the sheer honest pleasure of the fucking.
Looking up, she could see his head thrown back, his handsome face contorted with lust, and the sight of his mounting passion aroused her even more. Accommodating her warmly quivering body to his, she began moving against his writhing frame like a wild creature, twisting her pelvis in sheer abandon, and grinding hard against the stocky base of his shuddering cock.
It was incredibly intense, even more intense than what she had experienced before, but the newly awakened young bride reveled in it, groaning with delight, her curvaceous young body tinglingly alive from head to foot, surging with hot flashes of ecstasy. She knew in that delirious moment that her shyness and embarrassment were a thing of the past.
Hungrily, she reached up with her hands and grasped his head, pulling his mouth down onto hers. Her wet snake-like tongue darted over his groping lips and against the hard white wall of his teeth, which parted eagerly as his own thick tongue shot forward to meet hers. Greedily their hot oral spears mingled in raging passion, as though they could never get enough of each other. Sally's thunderingly aroused husband pulled her moist palpitating tongue into his mouth, sucking it until she felt it would be sucked into a vacuum, but it felt wonderful, wonderful.
Slipping his arms beneath her hotly responding body, Ted gripped his wife's supple flesh, and their two fucking bodies began rolling deliriously all over the bed. So tight was their embrace that their thrashing bodies seemed cemented together as they heaved shamelessly on the straining creaking bed.
"Oh, baby ... it's so gooood ... so fucking goooooodddd."
He forced her thighs up and apart as far as they would go so that he could sink his wildly plunging cock as far as humanly possible into her wetly pulsating pussy. Sally, reveling in her lewdly splayed position, used all her strength to lift her creamy-white buttocks even higher. It thrilled her to the very core of her being, being fucked like this.
"Harder, darling ... fuck me ... harder ... ooooohhh do it ... stick it in there...."
Ted hammered into her wetly grasping pussy like a savage. He knew for once and for all that Sally had changed, changed miraculously into a creature of sheer lusty excitement! At last his eighteen year old wife was awakened to the pleasures of the flesh, and he knew their marriage was saved. Not only saved, but well on the way to being completely satisfying for both of them.
Their fevered bodies rocked excitedly to and fro, each craving complete union with the other. Deep inside the delighted husband's heavy testicles, he could feel his boiling sperm gather achingly, painfully, within his churning loins like a volcano about to erupt. Sally, also, sensed uncontrollable spasms of radiant pleasure sizzle through her hot cuntal depths, spasms that made her thrashing legs tremble and her entire young body quake in gasping ecstasy.
Suddenly their bodies soared out of their conscious control as the first jet of white-hot cum shot out of Ted's madly jerking cock and travelled deep into his enraptured wife's raging belly, while the two of them shook in the throes of their torrid orgasms. It was all Sally could do to cling tightly to her ejaculating young husband. Her hotly perspiring body was lost in a seething storm of ecstasy, vastly more intense than what she had experienced with the others. It was beautiful, incredible, wildly erotic. Elec the waves of sexual energy shot through their rocking bodies as if they had been struck by lightning.
Shrieks of wanton pleasure rang out in the bedroom as their tumultuous orgasms went on and on. Finally, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their blissful shameless fucking, Ted emptied the last bubbling gush of his boiling semen into her wetly frothing cuntal canal ... and then ... it was over.
They lay on their bed, entwined lovingly in each other's arms, their bodies bathed in a sumptuous afterglow from their galvanic copulation.
Both knew a new day was dawning for their marriage.
