Marilee's mouth opened in disbelief as she saw Tessa's long, slender legs wrap around the man's ass ... her legs flexing tightly as she pushed her soft, hair-covered pussy back over his thick glistening cock. Her hollowing ass cheeks lifted several inches into the air as she tried to absorb the entirety of his massive hardness of hot male cock into the moist pink folds of her hungry cunt.
A lewd sucking sound drifted to Marilee as the couple continued undulating in rhythm. All Marilee could do was watch-with her own lust getting so out of control that any minute she was going to strip and join the hot action before her.
CHAPTER ONE
Marilee Owens was standing alone at the edge of the crowd, flexing her cunt-muscles as she slowly paced back and forth on the observation deck. Her big blue eyes eagerly searched the sea of faces descending the ramp of the 747, and her pussy ached longingly.
The young blonde's beautiful face was flushed with excitement, as she checked her outfit once more to make sure she looked sexy and desirable for her new husband. Yes, she thought somewhat vainly, her egg-shell blue sweater was clinging tightly to her huge young tits, and her fashionably matching midi-skirt was plastered like a second skin to her sensuously curved hips and asscheeks. She smiled to herself as she remembered her new husband's weakness for anything female. Marilee always dressed to please him, even to the point of taking him with her when she went shopping for new clothes.
Marilee glanced toward the airplane again, but she still couldn't see her husband. Her thoughts turned to how happy she was to have John home after two long weeks, even though she always dreaded the first few days after his return from his assignments because of his outlandish sexual urges which made him rough with her, almost bestial. The young blonde was lonely when he was gone for such a long time, but she certainly didn't miss fucking. She could do without the nastiness and embarrassment of sex, but she did love her new husband and needed his love and protection and companionship in return. This was his second assignment since they'd been married only a little over a month. Their honeymoon had been a nightmare, and each time John came home it was the same old nightmare all over again. She wondered if any of the other wives whose husbands were investigative reporters had the same problem or if she was alone in her misery.
The innocent bride was reluctant to associate with the other reporters' wives because she had heard that they sometimes had other men fucking them when their husbands were on assignments. She had even heard that there were wild orgies among them, and that Perry Ellsworth, her husband's boss and editor of the New York Globe, had instigated the idea. She was sure these were just rumors because only a woman with perverted sexual desires would have sex with anyone other than her husband!
Marilee knew how men were ... always lusting after pussy, always trying to prove how virile they were. But it was pretty easy to ignore them, even Perry Ellsworth, who, every time he saw her, made lewd suggestive comments to her like "Ummmmmmmmm ... sure do love them tits," or "If I were a few years younger, you'd be in trouble!" She disliked his leering smiles and insinuations and she meant to keep refusing the invitations to his parties, even though they probably weren't wild orgies at all.
Then, suddenly, Marilee's attention was drawn back to the large aircraft as she heard the familiar voice of her husband. Young John Owens was waving to her from a sea of faces and yelling something that sounded like, "I love you, honey."
Marilee smiled and waved enthusiastically back to him, and her heart filled with pride for this good looking man who was her new husband. He was tall, and proud, smart as a whip, body slim and muscular, his skin was tanned from his last assignment in the bush in Australia, living and working with the Aboriginies. His dark curly hair framed a rugged masculine face which always had a pleasant smile, and he was friendly, glib and obliging, Marilee thought-except in the bedroom!
John was in his late twenties but had a look of real maturity about him. With a sudden catch in her throat, the young bride thought how lucky she was to have such a handsome husband and to know that he loved her. If she could only respond to his fucking, then her life would be a dream come true.
Standing in line for customs inspection, John Owen's smile turned to a frown as he thought unhappily, Damn it to hell! Stuck with a lousy two-bit follow-up story the first day back! Marilee isn't going to like that when I tell her. It's always the same, always me who gets it up the ass! I wish the old fart liked me as much as he does that prick, Rory Selwyn. Maybe then I'd get a couple of favors too. And Jesus, if Marilee was only more like Selwyn's chick, Tessa Hayward, and was nicer to Ellsworth, it'd make all the difference in my assignments. I might even get as many by-lines as Selwyn, who's getting all the credit for this last assignment.
As John Owens continued to stare down at the floor in perplexed thought. "Oh, well, I guess the first day doesn't matter anyway. Marilee would only give me a bad time about fucking that pussy of hers, then I'd have to force her, and there we go again, another honeymoon fiasco. But shit, she looks so good I'd like to grab her and fuck her right in the middle of Kennedy International ... wouldn't that be a kick! How can a chick so sexy be so goddamned cold in bed? If I didn't love her so much, I think I'd just get the hell out and find a real horny bitch."
John, waved on by the customs officer after answering a few routine questions, headed down the gangway to give Marilee the bad news. Once close to her, he grabbed her and pressed her lush young body tight to his. She smelled so good, must be the perfume he had given her, Babe, and they kissed eagerly and clung together like any other young newlyweds who had been separated for two weeks.
"Oh, wow, darling, it's good to see you!" He lowered his voice and said, "My prick's so hard, I'm about to cream in my pants!"
Marilee blushed, lowered her own voice, and looked around. "John, please! Someone will hear you." She looked up into his handsome face, then relented and grinned. "I'm glad you're back!"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "I have some bad news, darling. My first day back and I get a two-bit assignment. What shitty luck! But you can still go to Ellsworth's party at the paper tonight."
Marilee's beautiful face fell, then she smiled up at him, "That sounds like fun. I'd love to go." But deep down inside she was thinking with relief that she now had a reprieve from the fucking she would no doubt receive from John that night.
"How did the story turn out, honey?" she asked.
"I think it's great. It's supposed to run in a week-long series, if Perry Ellsworth approved it, on page two. It'll be a big break for me." Bullshit, he thought. More like another break for Selwyn.
"What's the one you gotta do tonight?"
"Some old gal in Queens is celebrating her hundredth birthday. It's a human-relations story, and'll be put in the people's section. Christ, I'm tired of doing that shit!" he exclaimed wearily.
"That's just not fair, darling, why you've had a long trip! Couldn't they have put someone else on it?"
"That's what I think, but Ellsworth is a tough old bastard. Trying to work me into the ground!"
"Poor honey," the pretty young bride sympathized.
"I couldn't agree with you more. However, let's get to the paper and have a little fun before I have to be in Queens. You can take a cab home after the little get-together."
Arriving at the New York Globe office, the young reporter took Marilee into the large building where he immediately went into an office and introduced her to a good drinking buddy of his, Herb Lewis. Lewis was about forty years old, pot bellied, and tough looking. After spending the better part of his life as a journalist, working his way up from the mailroom to his own column and having gone through four wives, was very knowledgeable in the ways of young recently-married couples. After his fourth divorce ten years ago, he decided never to marry again, preferring to fuck many different broads than the same old one every night. He grinned now as he met the young and curvaceous Marilee Owens and thought how lucky John was to have such a ripe young cunt waiting at home for him. Christ! She looked like a hot little piece. She sure must give him one hell of a ride in bed!
"It's nice to meet you, Marilee," he said, fighting a leer. "Bet you're glad to have your new husband home."
"Oh, I am, Herb," Marilee started to answer when she was interrupted by her husband.
"Look, Herb, I'd like to talk more, but I think I'll show her around. I haven't had much of a visit with my new bride for awhile. It's been a long time," John said with a wink, meant for his buddy.
The veteran reporter grinned knowingly and winked in return. "You go right ahead, Johnny old boy. Show her around the Globe."
John and Marilee were halfway down a hallway before Herb finished speaking. The horny young reporter was in a hurry to get away from the leering eyes of the older man and get his luscious young wife alone. He could feel his painfully throbbing cock beginning to swell again, and he knew it wouldn't take more than a minute or two in Marilee's tight little pussy before his cum-laden balls exploded in a white-hot torrent.
His young bride was following him almost reluctantly as he unceremoniously pulled her along the corridor toward the office he shared with Rory Selwyn. Marilee was beginning to be worried. She had been in building less than five minutes, and already things were getting out of control. They would be all alone in his office, and no one would interrupt them. She was afraid of her new husband's lust, but then she decided he wouldn't start anything in his office when people could walk in and out ... but she was very wrong, indeed.
John Owens opened the door and, without taking his eyes from his beautiful blonde wife's face, put his arm lovingly around her and pulled her into the room. As soon as the door closed behind him he locked it, took the key out, and put it on his desk ... wanting her to know they were safe from being interrupted.
"God, how I've missed you," the young groom said as he crushed her suddenly trembling body to his. And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue lashing in and out of her open mouth. His passion rose within him and his prick was jerking anxiously in his pants as he captured her in his arms. Almost vicious in his long-pent sexual hunger, his hands dropped at once down to her smoothly rounded asscheeks to pull her lush young body in closer to him.
"Let's lie down on the floor, honey, and fuck," he said huskily into her mouth, while his hands moved up from her buttocks to caress her ripely straining titties.
Suddenly, she was struggling, trying to pull away from his passionate embrace. "John! Oh John, not here! This isn't the place to ... to fuck me! Someone might need to come in here! Can't you wait until we can go home?" Marilee muttered, a touch of indignation in her voice.
"No, I can't ... I want to fuck right here! That's all I want. Come on!" he rasped as he grabbed her hand and tried to yank her over to the floor by his cluttered desk.
A terrified Marilee resisted, pulling back from him. "Not now, honey ... let's wait...." she persisted. "Please, John!"
Oh shit, he thought, it's happening again. Instead of showing his displeasure, though, the young reporter decided he would loosen her up a little first. John went over to his desk drawer where he kept a flask and took it out. He got two paper cups and began pouring whisky into them. Maybe with a couple drinks in her she'll get hot. Even so, he was about to go out of his mind with desire as he casually handed his apprehensive young bride a cup and took one for himself.
Marilee disliked whiskey and any other form of alcohol, but because John drank, she would sometimes have a drink with him. She made a point, however, of never having more than one, at the most!
"Now, doesn't that make you feel better?" he said, watching her with a purpose as she nervously sipped from the paper cup.
"Yes, dear," she replied coolly.
John pulled her over to the desk and they both sat down. He couldn't wait any longer. It was no use to try and convince her how desperately he needed to fuck her. He took her in his arms, slowly bent forward and touched his lips to hers. John continued to kiss her gently, but there was nothing gentle or soft about the throbbing ache in his cum-bloated balls, or the rising blood that pounded into his long hard prick and caused hot tingling sensations to race like lightning across its swelling cock-head.
Slowly but surely, the young reporter's kisses became more passionate. When his tongue sought her mouth, she opened readily to receive him. Perhaps, just perhaps, she needed his cock a little bit too, he thought hopefully. The soft strands of her long gold hair tickled his ears, succeeding only in intensifying the already unbearable ache in his dick. Without removing his lips from hers, he took the paper cup from her listless fingers and put it on the desk. She moved her hand to his head and tremulously slid her fingers through his thick black curls. Encouraged, John began to stroke the satin-smooth skin of her shoulders and upper arms. Then, moving his hand down to the fullness of her ripe firm tittie, he reached from the bottom of her tight-fitting sweater and started to lift it up.
"John, no, you mustn't do that," Marilee said as she jerked away from him to stand trembling in uncertainty and fear. "Not here!"
Suddenly, a black anger enveloped the young husband, and he reached for his new bride's hand and pulled her roughly downward onto the floor. He held her desperately straining body pinioned to the cold linoleum and forced his tongue between her full sensuous lips. At the same time, he began to knead her hugely trembling titties.
"Ooooohhhhh! No! Nooooooo! John, no ... please not like this. Oh God, no! You're hurting me," his startled young wife cried out in shock and fear.
"I'm going to strip you naked and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," her aroused young man growled as he began pulling the tight sweater up over her head.
Marilee tried to fight him off, but soon ceased her resistance, realizing that it was no use. He had gone wild and nothing would stop him now. Oh, why does it always have to be like this. I have to get the same terrible fucking every time he comes back. I can't believe it! John, oh John! I love you but please ... please, John ... don't fuck me here in your office.
Marilee's clothes off now, she lay nakedly helpless and cowering on the floor as her husband hurried out of his clothes and tossed them aside. He came toward her, his huge rigid cock standing erect like a monstrous club ready to swing. The very sight of his huge, lust-swollen prick had always repulsed and frightened Marilee, and this time was no different. She closed her eyes, afraid, readying herself for the agony and embarrassment that was surely to come any moment now.
With a loud groan, Owens fell on top of his nakedly cringing bride, clamping her to the floor with one strong muscular arm while the other hand moved ravenously over her soft young flesh, hotly squeezing and kneading at her voluptuously trembling tits. His fingers pinched and pulled at the tiny pink nipples until they stood out firm and erect, and then his mouth dropped down to greedily feed upon them.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii ... ooooohhhhh! Oooohhh! John ... oooohhhhh! Don't!" she moaned pleadingly but her words fell on lust-deafened ears as her husband held her helplessly struggling body imprisoned on the floor, his muscular chest weighing down upon her like a ten-ton weight. Marilee's blonde head flailed from side to side and her lovely face twisted into a grimace of fright and pain as she suddenly realized this sex-crazy animal she called her husband was going to rape her no matter how much she pleaded, no matter where they were!
John didn't see his bride's horrified look of disbelief. He was too intent on his own sexual satisfaction. He wanted to fuck this lovely innocent wife of his, now! He was going to fuck her, no way he would pass up this pussy, and he would fuck her to death before he was through. Shit, he would teach her to make him wait after he had already waited for two full weeks in that god-forsaken Australian bush! Never again would he wait for his cold-cunted bitch of a wife, ever!
Refusing to listen to her groaning, incoherent cries, he forced his trim hips in between her long, slim legs, splaying her trembling thighs cruelly apart. The young blonde's squirming asscheeks were secured to the cold bare floor in the office, trapping her in a helpless, spread-eagled position.
"John, please, please ... John! No ... no ... don't do this!" Marilee begged, determined to make one last plea, even though she knew in the back of her mind that her plea for mercy was useless.
But the sex-starved young reporter's only response was to eagerly force her legs even farther apart, displaying the wide open lips of her tight little pussy.
Marilee's soft golden curls of cunthair brushed against his painfully throbbing prickhead, exciting him more so that he began to mutter unintelligible phrases of uncontrollable lust.
"I'm going ... oh, Christ ... I'm going ... to fuck you, ooooohhhh ... fuck ... fuck your cunt until you can't stand up ... oooohhhhh ... and then ... then I'll make you beg for cock, even if it's the last thing I ever do," he muttered hotly into her long tousled hair.
Marilee groaned. "Oooooohhhhhhh ... noooooooooo!" praying that he would slow down and not be so beast-like, but nothing could stop the young reporter now, he had only one thing in mind and that was to satisfy the raging desire that had built up in him over the two weeks of waiting to return to the bed of his new bride.
John spread the blonde's thighs even farther apart with his kees and ground his loins hard into her defensively writhing cunt. Her asscheeks jerked spasmodically, attempting to escape him, as he reached down between their naked bodies to grasp his hugely erect cock. A moment later, he began working the hugely throbbing tip of his prick up and down in her moistly heated cunt slit, the eager red cock-head moving in her narrow cunt hair-lined split until he found the tiny hidden hole up between her legs. Then, with a low growl of hunger and animal lust, he rammed his massive spear of hot cock into her helplessly cringing cunt with all his sexual energy, the full length of its nakedness fucking into her with one long, agonizingly painful plunge.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiii ... aaaiiiiiiiii!" she screamed, as his pussy-stretching hardness ripped through her tightly clenched cuntlips. She wilted before his brutal attack, wailing in agony, her nakedly tormented body thrashing on the floor by his desk, like a hooked fish, her hips jerking back into the hard linoleum in a last, futile attempt to escape, but she was completely impaled on his huge prick.
"Oohhhhhh ... Jesus your pussy's tight," he moaned as he held his rigidly pulsating cock buried deep in the secret recesses of her quivering belly. The warm, wet walls of her ravaged pussy clasped like a velvet glove around the raging length and breadth of his cunt-splitting prick. But he couldn't stop ... he wouldn't stop!
The helplessly struggling young bride wasn't given time to adjust to the thick presence of his giant cock buried to the hilt in her painfully stretched cunt. Marilee thought he would split her apart, that her pussy was already ripped, that she would never be whole again, ever!
"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh!" John moaned and began to fuck, driving brutally in and out of her naked cunt like some lusting, rutting beast, his one and only thought was to shoot his hotly churning load of cock-juice deep up inside her soft little pussy ... where it belonged. After all, she was his wife, and he would fuck her anytime he wanted to from now on!
John's huge, thick cock fucked into her with increasing speed, his body-wrenching strokes plunging wildly into her unwilling pussy and becoming more and more forceful with each in-fuck. He could feel the warm elastic walls of her cunt slipping wetly over the entire sensitive length of his prick as he slammed mindlessly into her upturned little pussy. And, pounding on and on, he came to his long-denied cum swiftly, filling her with his hot white cock-juices that spewed unceasingly from his demanding loins. Groaning out his ecstasy, he moaned, "I'm cccuuuummmmming ... ooooohhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh ... Jeeeeezus ... my prick's creaming all over your naked puss! Oh fuck, darling it's soooo ... oh Jeeez, after seeing all those naked-tittied native gals ... I've ... oooohhhh, Jeeeez ... been so horny to fuck you ... and now, it's sooooooo gggggoooooood! Ooooooohhhhhhhh ... aaaaaiiiiii ...!"
And then finally, he collapsed, groaning, on top of his nakedly ravished young bride as the last pumping sensations of his cum milked his balls of their hot jism.
Marilee, lying in despair on the floor beneath him, was drained of all emotion and there were no tears left to cry. There was a great emptiness in her heart, a feeling of having been used, fucked and then immediately forgotten. The pretty blonde tried not to think, for she wanted her mind to be as numb as her sexually abused body, but her thoughts were still heavy in her consciousness. She could not believe that the husband, the husband that she loved, could rape her! How could he ... oh, God!
And then, after what seemed like ages, John stirred and rolled over from on top of her, his now useless cock pulling from her cruelly battered pussy with a lewd wet sucking sound. He had partially come to his senses now, realizing how he had hurt and disgusted his lovely, innocent bride.
Then, as if sensing her hatred, John arose shame-faced from the floor and stood above her, his head hung in overwhelming remorse. "I guess you'll be leaving the building now. I don't suppose you'll want to stay for the party after I leave for Queens."
Marilee looked at her husband with hot tears of rage pouring from her eyes. "I want to go home. I have got to, I have to rid myself of the very sight of you ... you ... bastard! God, you're like some wild man!" Her voice rose, neared the edge of hysteria, and she almost shrieked, "I never want to see you again, ever, do you hear me!"
John looked at Marilee, startled and dismayed. "You can't mean that, darling!"
"But I do!" she replied with tears falling more freely. "You hurt my cunt. You just didn't care at all about me, only your filthy cock, you beast!"
"But ... Marilee...."
"Oh, shut up," she screamed. "Just shut your horrible mouth!"
"Okay, then. If that's the way you want it, honey."
"It is ... it is!" she snapped.
Thoroughly pissed-off, John Owens picked up his clothes from the floor, dressed, unlocked the door, slamming it behind him.
Then, and only then, did the young bride give vent to her sorrows, great pitiful sobs wracked her naked, bruised body as she rose from the floor and began to pull on her own outfit. Oh, what am I going to do. I love John ... so much ... oh, I love him and I want to be the kind of wife he wants me to be. If only I enjoyed sex. If only I enjoyed feeling his big hot cock fucking into my naked pussy. He'd love me then ... I just know he would!
A few minutes later, fully dressed and a little contrite at her harsh words, Marilee walked to the door of her husband's office, turned the knob and walked into the hall.
Looking around the fluorescent lit newspaper office, she spotted John talking to a group of men, and walked towards him.
"John! I'll see you when you get back from Queens."
Marilee couldn't hear his reply because of the noise from the party, and knowing she couldn't face him now, she picked up her purse and went out of the office. She continued to walk slowly along the brightly lit corridor of the Globe building, although she felt like running, running as fast as she could to get away from the horror of what had just happened to her. She was afraid, though, that if she ran it would only create curiosity among the other office-workers and they would wonder what had happened to her. As it was, there were lewd, knowing grins from some of the men she passed on her way out of the building.
Downstairs, by the front door, Herb Lewis saw her leaving and smiled to himself. "Sure as hell didn't take Owens long to take care of that hot little pussy. Christ, some guys have all the luck in this life," he thought.
Meanwhile, back in the newspaper office, John knew that Marilee had gone, even before he managed to extricate himself from old Charlie Spring, the sports editor, he had heard her speak to him, but was too ashamed to face her yet. Maybe he would be able to talk to her tonight when he finished his story on the fucking hundred-year-old cunt. At least, it seemed she had partially forgiven him!
Owens couldn't help smiling to himself as he wondered if Mrs. Harriet Davis of Queens, New York still did any fucking. He'd sell his soul if he could get up enough nerve to ask her!
Despite his fatigue and guilt over practically raping his beautiful young bride, the thought of Harriet Davie seemed to warm John inside as he headed out the building with a camera and hailed a taxi in the cool evening air of New York City.
CHAPTER TWO
That ol' gal was something else, no she was more than something else! John Owens' mind raced unbelievably. I've never met a woman like her, and doubt if I ever will ... incredible ... absolutely incredible, John muttered to himself again and again.
Young John Owens was, by the time the night was over, absolutely exhausted. And no wonder. Dead-tired from the long thirteen-hour flight and from his total abstinence from his beautiful young bride for over half their married life, the young reporter had been beside himself. No wonder he had gone stark-crazy and raped his poor innocent bride! And then he had to trip over to Queens for some P. R. story, he thought, but that just might turn into yet ... Christ, the old gal was really something! What a gold mine of information ... what a treasure! She was born in the 1870's, '78 to be exact. Her mother, and Harriet Johnson's grandfather had been a more than active participant in the Molly MaGuires, a group of hardy young Irishmen who dressed up in women's clothes-something almost unheard of in those days-blackening their faces and disguising themselves to attack those employed to enforce the payment of rents due ... some of their victims were even beaten unmercifully. And then her grandfather had been caught, forced to flee to the dark coal mines of Pennsylvania, working under slave-wage conditions. He was one of the leaders who started another such secret society in the mining districts of that state in the mid-eighteen hundreds and was finally hung by a group of irate vigilantes.
Harriet could still remember all the horrible stories she had heard in front of the hearth on top of her young uncle Sam's lap about the hangings that had taken place-three of the five O'Hara brothers had died on that black summer day. And then there was the Garfield assignation in '81. To think the old gal had lived through three presidential assassinations, Garfield's, McKinley's, and Kennedy's. And then there was Orville and Wilber Wright, the Russian revolution, the San Francisco earthquake ... the Titanic ... the first telephone talk from New York City to San Francisco in 1915 ... the murder of the Romanovs. His mind had boggled about then, and Harriet could tell. She had offered him another drink, and he had accepted ... gratefully.
"Thanks, Mrs. Davis, I think I need it about now," he had replied.
"I know you could, honey," Harriet had smiled. By then, the entire family had left her three-room apartment except for an older man, H.A. Wilson, who John had taken to be in his late seventies or early eighties, and who had retired to the bathroom. She had introduced him to John as her most favorite boyfriend.
He had gotten a big kick out of that, and when he had asked the surprisingly young-looking centarian, who had once been beautiful, how she had managed to live to a hundred, she had replied: "Plenty of eating, drinking and fucking."
John smiled as he left the Globe Building. Yes, it had been a long flight back to New York, and a long night, but most of all, he was mentally weary from thinking about the problems he had with his young bride and their sex life. He had no idea about what to do to change her attitude, but thought that if she ever let herself go, she would learn to like it and probably need it as much as he did. Maybe they could work it out later, but now he was just too tired to care. All he could be sure of was that they could not go on like this much longer.
John decided not to take a cab home but to walk instead. As he started down the street, a taxi pulled up in front of the building. It was Perry Ellsworth, the bastard. Fuck the bastard for always putting me down and making my life miserable! Between Marilee Selwyn, and my editor, they're going to drive me out of my head.
John casually watched the older man as he got out of the taxi with his girl, Tessa Hayward, kissed her, and started walking toward him.
"Good morning, John. Everything go all right last night?" the editor asked.
"The old gal was something else, chief," he replied. "The story's on your desk."
Tessa Hayward was listening to the conversation between her lover and the young reporter. She had slid out of the taxi as her lover got out and when she saw the handsome reporter wearily leaving the building she decided to wait. Who knows, she thought, might as well try the kid again. For over a year, she had been trying to think of a way to get him interested in her, but he was so polite, so aloof, that he didn't even know she was alive. With a sudden grin, she decided to walk home since there didn't seem to be anyone waiting for him. Wonder where his wife is? she thought. Maybe they don't have all the matrimonial bliss that everyone thinks they have. Hmmmmmmm! She waited for her boyfriend to walk into the building before calling out, "John, ... hey, Owens ... want some company?"
"Morning, Tessa," John said. "Certainly can use some ... if you don't mind walking. I was going to walk home instead of taking a taxi ... good exercise."
"Looks like you keep in shape," Tessa said as she caught up with him. "I'll enjoy the company too. It's really too early for any honest person to be out of bed, but Perry says it starts his day out right if I ride to work with him. I think a woman should always do what her man wants her to, huh, John!"
John walked stiffly, thinking how nice it would be if only his wife felt that way. He was openly admiring the older woman, his eyes assessing her voluptuously well-curved body. Her hair was so black that it had a blue light to it as it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, framing her pretty heart-shaped face. He couldn't keep his eyes off her smooth cream-white skin, her sparkling brown eyes and her mouth ... the most sensual he had ever seen. What a contrast she was to that son-of-a-bitch boyfriend of hers. Perry Ellsworth was a big strapping blond, his hair was coarse and unruly, and he had a rugged face that looked as if he had been a boxer at one time. The young reporter continued his furtive appraisal, letting his eyes fall to the slender curve of Tessa Hay ward's throat and to the huge full mounds of her ripely swelling tits.
God! Can she ever fill out a sweater. I bet she's a regular sex machine in bed. His thoughts were pulled abruptly back to Tessa and the question she was asking him.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Oh, I just said that it must have been tough having an assignment your first day back from Australia. Must be equally hard on your wife, especially with her being so young, and you having been gone for two weeks."
"Hell, I'm sure it doesn't mean that much to her. She doesn't seem to be affected the same way I am," John replied without thinking, and immediately began to get angry all over again.
Tessa's mind was racing. So that's why the kid has such a look of irritation! I thought it was just that he'd had the duty and needed a little loving. This is working out even better than I thought. Golly, who would think that beautiful young bride of his didn't care about sex. Suddenly, her interest quickened even more, and her eyes began to glow with a strange light. Ooooohhhhh ... you don't suppose she hates men ... likes chicks. Ah, that would be too good to be true! One way or the other, the kid should be easy to catch and reel in, after I show him what it's like to have a real woman suck his prick!
Humming softly to herself, Tessa walked with John, and at the next street, they turned into the park. At that time of the morning, there were very few people around. "Let's have a seat on that bench over there by the bushes, I'm kind of ,tired."
John paused a moment. Marilee said she'd be waiting for him. Still, though, his hunting instincts told him to accept. Who knows? Tessa Hayward had been staring boldly at him, had even made a couple of suggestive remarks at their last party. Even if she meant nothing by her invitation, it would still be good to talk with a woman who was relaxed and happy, and he could delay the inevitable with his own wife. The more he thought about resting, the better the idea sounded. He knew he could really turn on to this chick if he weren't married. He followed her voluptuously mature body over to the secluded park bench and talking for a bit.
"Hey, why don't you come over to our apartment for a cup of hot chocolate. It's kind of cold out here. And our place is on the way to yours."
"Sounds like a good idea," he answered, and after a fifteen minute walk they had arrived in front of Tessa's apartment building.
"Morning Sam," the voluptuous brunette smiled at the muscular black security guard sitting at a desk in the lobby.
"Morning, M'am ... Sir...." he nodded with a knowing grin.
They were silent on their ride in the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, and John followed the voluptuous brunette into the apartment and into the living room. She made him a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen, and returned to the expensively furnished living room and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Excuse me for a moment, huh, John?" she asked and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Tessa stood in front of the full-length mirror and grinned triumphantly. It's going to be as easy as taking candy from a babe. Quickly, then, she lifted her skirt and peeled her panties down over her smoothly rounded buttocks and long curving thighs. When she bent over to pick up the discarded panties, her skirt hiked up to completely expose her sensuously curved asscheeks.
She took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and returned to the kitchen where she filled a cup of chocolate for herself and sat down next to the young reporter on the sofa, letting her short skirt slide far up so he could glimpse a few cunt-curls at the crotch.
With a sudden tightness in his prick, John felt his heart and cock hammering as he realized the sexy brunette had nothing on under her goddamned dress ... Christ, he was sure he could even see a fringe of her darkly curling pussyhairs between her long tapered legs. What a sexy woman, what a sexy babe! He could feel his virilely throbbing cock spring to life once again in the tight constriction of his pants. He would have to get the hell out of this place ... and fast, before she became aware of his sudden lust. God, what he wouldn't give to give her a good fucking.
"Want to talk about your problem with your new wife?" Tessa said as she patted him on the knee. "Maybe I could help you work it out. After all, I am a woman ... and older and more experienced, my dear."
"Thanks, I'm afraid there is nothing you or anyone could do," John sighed. "But thanks," he added again.
"Sure about that?" she asked, placing her hand on his thigh. "Girls know more about other girls than you men think we do."
Tessa made a wild mental guess, then added, "As an example, I think your new wife is not quite as responsive to your love-making."
"My god ... how could you know that?" John asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
The voluptuous brunette felt a thrill of triumph as she realized her guess had hit the target. She stared into his handsome face and her hand began making teasing little circular motions on his upper leg.
If she didn't stop those maddening caresses, he was going out of his goddamned mind. Surely she knew what she was doing to him with her lewd talking and fondling. If she doesn't stop soon, I'll cream in my pants!
"Well, it's my guess that your Marilee was a cherry when you met, and she's too inexperienced to feel anything but disgust. She's probably never even cum."
John felt a pinprick of guilt at discussing his personal life with his editor's girl friend, but he was at his wits' end. Tessa had left her hand on his leg and continued to-caress his upper thigh as she talked, coming closer and closer to his hotly pulsing cock under his pants. "Have you thought of teaching her the finer points of sex, like cock-sucking or even group sex?" she asked with authority.
John gasped, then replied. "Marilee would never do that! She doesn't even like to have normal sex much less sick sex like that!"
"Sick? Haaaaaa!" Tessa threw back her head and laughed. "My dear, John, no wonder you have problems with that poor child bride. You've got some real problems yourself, hon ey."
Tessa reached for his visibly throbbing prick and rubbed gently against the lust-swollen cock-head. She said without warning. "How would you like me to show you how a real woman enjoys what you call sick sex? Have you ever had your prick sucked? I'm very good at it. Has Marilee ever sucked your cock until you shot your load down her throat?"
"N ... no...." the confused young husband admitted. "Marilee would never ever ... "
John Owens thought he would choke on his own words. He had never heard a girl speak so filthy before ... and his prick was so wildly aroused that he could hardly contain himself. He wanted to fuck this sensual little bitch and fuck her good, but he knew he couldn't hurt his wife like that, not even if she didn't want him to touch her. Christ, what if Ells worth ever found out I fucked his old lady? He'd have his balls!
Tessa Hayward didn't wait for John to answer, but reached brazenly forward, unfastened his belt, and slowly unzipped his fly. Then she wormed her hand expertly through the opening of his shorts, causing the long thick length of his cock to pop out. Without hesitation, Tessa circled her fingers tightly around it and began gently massaging the pulsating head of his hardness until it stood up in even greater erection. God! It was huge, even bigger and thicker than Perry's, and almost the biggest she had ever seen!
For a long while, Tessa held its awesome, mouth-watering thickness contained in both of her hands, stroking it lewdly with exciting thoughts going around in her head. Then teasingly, she took his lust-hardened cock gently between the flat of her palms in a squeezing embrace that caused the young reporter's hips to undulate in eager rhythm to the tantalizing up and down movement of her fingers.
John watched, mesmerized, as his editor's girl friend slowly lowered her head toward his hotly straining prick that jutted out like a massive ramrod from his fly, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, its smooth wet surface grazing warmly over the tiny hole at the end of his thick rubbery cock-head.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiii!" John groaned loudly at the lewd contact, and stared at her with awe. Chills of passion and forbidden pleasure raced along the base of his spine, and he broke out in a sudden light sweat. Then her softly ovaled mouth plunged wetly all the way down over the sensitive exposed head, her saliva drowning it in a sea of heated moistness. He could feel her incredibly warm lips draw in along the ridge at the base of his prick, tightening like an elastic just below the lust-swollen head, and trapping it completely in the soft wet cavern of her mouth. John almost vibrated with the magnitude of his emotions. The young man was going out of his mind from just the thought of what Tessa Hayward was doing to him ... Tessa ... her sensuous smooth mouth hungrily sucking on his huge, tingling cock, together with the actual cock-hardening sensations produced by her hotly nibbling lips, gave John an added feeling of erotic arousal. He had never been this hot in his whole life. The very idea of his long throbbing cock sunk half-way between this beautiful brunette's tightly ovaled lips merely increased the forbidden pleasure. Owens' boss's wanton girl friend held the rigid shaft of his cock with one hand, while the other kneaded his cum-laden balls, her fingers feather-gentle on their tender surface. Meanwhile, her head moving up and down on his lust-swollen hardness as she ringed her moist lips firmly around it, created another hotly clinging cunt out of her mouth. Entranced, John watched her as she began to take more and more of his thickly pulsing cock up into her mouth and throat, and he was surprised that she could take so much, so easily.
Inside her soft warm mouth, Tessa's tongue now swirled wildly around the pulsing spear of the young man's cock, and he was aware that she was trying to put the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the end. Tensing his loins, he thrust his impatiently aroused prick up into her hungry red lips, feeling his hardness plunge deep into her throat, and as he felt her heated breath close to his loins, he knew that she had swallowed almost all of his massive length!
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... ooooooohhhh!" he moaned and began to move his hips in rhythmic counterpoint to her lewdly bobbing head, the two of them moving in an obscene parody of fucking, as he drove her long hard cock in and out of her wetly sucking mouth. The young reporter's mind was fixed on only one thing now, the warmly clasping cavern of her mouth and the fluttering touch of her tongue fucking against the sensitive head of his cock.
John looked down and gulped at the sight of his huge prick buried deep inside her greedily sucking mouth. The entire length was glistening wetly from her overflowing saliva as her fingers circled around the base of his upstanding prick, and she stroked in rhythm as she drew up and down with her cock-stretched lips.
Tessa's face, John noticed, had changed as she labored over his loins. She seemed to be in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was coming in short, jerky spurts of air through her nose, as though she, too, was about to cum. Then, as John looked beyond, downward to where her hugely throbbing tits danced almost lewdly beneath her, he saw that her other hand was thrust up beneath her skirt, working rhythmically at the sparse, hair-covered pussy.
She's fingering her fucking pussy! Holy Shit, she's got the hottest cunt I ever saw!
John gulped in disbelief. He had never seen a woman finger-fuck her own pussy before. His attention was brought back to her face and the sensations of her tongue swiping wildly around the huge bulbous cap of his cock at the height of her withdrawal, and then sliding back down almost to the base of his thick hardness. He flexed his asscheeks and bent his head even farther, concentrating on the wantonly exciting sight of her lovely face bobbing up and down in his lap. Jesus, it was all the more stimulating to be able to watch her work, to see her devouring the long thick length of his hardness, and hear her obscene mewls of gurgling pleasure purr softly from between her sensually contorted lips, while she finger-fucked her own glistening pink pussy! And Tessa seemed to sense his mounting lust and began to suck even more voraciously, drawing her teeth and letting them dig gently into the thickly resisting cock-flesh as she pulled up.
His near-bursting hardness was plunging in almost full-length with each powerful stroke, and the rotation of his uplifted loins sent his cum-filled balls careening off her chin with each impatient lunge. He was sure she would choke on his huge thick piece of cock buried so deeply in her throat, but her maddening sucking continued.
John, no longer able to contain himself, grasped her thick silky black hair and forced her widely stretched mouth down hard on his prick which felt almost ready to split his loins with the massive pressure of his super heated cum. Great churning pools of jism were building up deep in his balls and he knew it wouldn't be long now before they erupted like some powerful underground geyser. His chin fell to his chest and he watched her suck him like a starving child being fed a lollipop. It seemed as if heavy steel bands were constricting his chest, and he gasped involuntarily for breath.
Tessa felt the head of his wildly jerking cock swell suddenly larger, and she knew from experience that he was just, about to cum in her mouth. At the same time she could also feel her own impending cum, and she finger-fucked her writhing cunt faster and faster, moaning all the while around his thickness.
"Oh, honey, oh, shit, I'm cuuuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggggg! Suck it baby ... I'm oh, wooowww ... aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii...!" the young reporter moaned in ecstasy at the same moment the brunette reached her peak.
Tessa gulped as she took the first blast of his white-hot cock-juices into her throat, swallowing the spewing jism as quickly as possible, her throat bobbing up and down in her frenzy to get all of the life-giving sperm. The pungent cream jetted into her greedily sucking mouth in great spurts, her cheeks bloating out then hollowing as her mouth filled and emptied over and over again. Her belly jerked and spasmed as she swallowed the heated cum, and she licked at the thick tasty cock in her mouth as though it were spewing honey.
And, even as John's gradually dwindling cock began to deflate, Tessa wouldn't let it go! Her sensually ovaled lips still nibbling, her throat and cheeks sucking as if to turn him inside out. She lapped at the remaining cum still clinging to his prick until she had licked it dry.
The young man collapsed across the sofa with a groan of complete satiation as Ellsworth's girl friend fell to the carpet in total exhaustion and satisfaction.
Then, with an abruptness that was startling, John's thoughts suddenly returned to his new wife and he felt a blanketing sensation of shame and momentary confusion. He wiped his limp cock on his pants, pulled them up, fastened his belt, and then helped Tessa Hayward to her feet, where she stood, her legs trembling in the aftermath of her passion.
John watched her as she drew the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips and heard her say in a weak voice, "Well, Mr. Owens, did you like my mouth making your prick cum?"
John's deep sigh of satisfaction and wry smile were his only answer. It had been fantastic!
"Honey, do you still think something as great as that could be sick?" Tessa enquired, still licking her lips.
"No way!" He shook his head and then repeated, "It was out of this world!"
Tessa smiled. "We've got you over the first hurdle, maybe now I should have a little talk with your new wife. I feel it's my duty to society. It can't have young men or their wives sexually frustrated."
John Owens stared at her in indecision. He wasn't sure what this worldly sensuously alluring woman would have in common with Marilee, but if Tessa Hayward could help his young bride get over her problem with sex, it was worth a try ... anything was!
"Okay," he said doubtfully.
Tessa put her arm around his waist and led him towards the door. "I'll get her straightened out, honey," she purred as she pulled his head down and kissed him quickly on the mouth.
The exhausted young reporter reached for her huge tits, but she evaded him, shaking her finger at him.
"You've had your fun for the morning, honey, and I think you'd best get some sleep.
I know what a slave-driver Perry is ... he sure keeps me working on his cock most of the time!"
John threw back his head and laughed. This chick was a wild one!
CHAPTER THREE
Marilee was weary from tossing and turning all night, waiting for John to come home, and her thoughts were so confused. How could she still love her new husband after the brutal way he had fucked her in his office? He just couldn't love her or he wouldn't have raped her so cruelly. Her tight little pussy was still sore and painful from the merciless entry of his huge thick cock and there were big black bruises on her arms and legs.
Yet, if their marriage was going to hold together, she would have to try to forget his rapacious attack and work harder at being a good wife, the sad young bride thought. Yes, today they would start all over again, she thought with a look of stern determination on her face. There would be blueberry pancakes and bacon and steaming hot coffee waiting for him, and he would know she had forgiven him. Obviously, John had gone without sex during his assignment in Australia, or he wouldn't have needed to fuck her desperately enough to lose control and ravage her unwilling little cunt right there on the floor at the newspaper!
Marilee put thoughts of it from her mind and prepared the pancake batter. Then she waited and waited ... and waited. Where was he? It certainly couldn't take all night to cover that birthday party for the hundred year old woman out in Queens, and then to write it!
Suddenly, Marilee began to cry. Her mind "was in a turmoil as she abruptly came face to face with the chance that John wouldn't be coming home again ever! Now she hated the house and felt the need to get away from it, to go someplace so she could forget how brutally he had fucked her the day before and the possibility of her new husband never coming back to her!
Marilee tried to stop her flow of tears, and had just managed when she saw John and a beautiful brunette walk up in front of their apartment building from the living room window. He was talking animatedly with the woman, who was dressed in a jogging suit and when she turned, Marilee recognized her as Perry Ellsworth's girl friend, Tessa. Marilee's eyes narrowed as she peered at the older woman, her instincts aroused. Tessa Hayward was certainly not someone she trusted! The few times they had met, Marilee had felt cold shivers ran up and down her spine from the look in the other woman's cat-like eyes. It was the same expression she saw on the faces of men sometimes.
Marilee met her blushing and obviously embarrassed husband at their door, and assumed that he was feeling guilty about his treatment of her last night. As she stared quietly at him, the inexperienced young bride wasn't sure how to act and his action, his guilty expression, really didn't make things any easier. Then, without even kissing her, John said nervously, "Sorry about taking so long, but had a follow-up on that story in Queens."
Marilee nodded curtly, waiting to hear his apology for his unspeakable behavior toward her the day before.
But, the young reporter's guilt about how Tessa Hayward had just sucked his prick a half-hour before was rapidly evaporating with the heat of his growing anger. When Marilee just stood there not saying a word, he asked sarcastically, "What's up your ass?"
Huge accusing tears immediately bubbled up in Marilee's eyes. He wasn't sorry at all about his rape, he just didn't care! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and slowly shook her head from side to side, "You're a bastard!"
John Owens drew back slightly, uncertain of what she meant. She can't know about Tessa Hayward licking my cock! Finally, he said, "I suppose you're still pissed about yesterday!"
"Oooooooohhh!" she screamed. "You bet! You practically ripped my cunt in two! I was in agony all night! And my pussy is still sore you ... you...."
John stepped quickly toward her, suddenly contrite, his arms reaching out. "Honey ... I'm sorry." He took the wildly sobbing blonde in his arms and awkwardly patted her back. "I'm sorry," he crooned. He felt her entire body shudder with the force of her tears and then she was staring up at his face like a small child seeking solace. "I'm sorry, too," she cried. "It was just as much my fault as yours ... but ... but you're so eager and rough sometimes."
"It's okay, Marilee! I'll try to be different." He kissed her gently and tasted the salt of her tears. "I'm beat ... why don't you come to bed with me?"
The young man felt her body stiffen just as though an electric current had passed through it, and she shuddered in revulsion. With all the suddenness of a lightning flash, his anger returned and he nodded, "Yeah. Oh yeah! That's what I thought. Come on to bed. I said I'll be gentle and I won't act rough."
Frightened, Marilee pushed away from him. "No," she said too quickly, "I have to go to the supermarket and get a few things. You go to bed and sleep, and I'll wake you up when I get back John."
"Sure ... sure!"
"You're not being fair! I do have to go to the supermarket!"
"Oh fuck! Go then! I don't care!" John yelled at her as he stalked out of the room.
Marilee watched him go with mixed emotions, a compound of hurt and relief. He was being completely unfeeling, but she was glad to be leaving the house instead of getting another fucking!
Almost two hours had passed, and Marilee continued to walk, though she wasn't paying attention to where. She could be going in circles, it didn't matter. She just had to go out, though she knew. Unknown to her, however, she was passing Perry Ellsworth's apartment building and the editor of the New York Globe and his wanton brunette girlfriend had been standing in the lobby talking to the black security guard, Sam.
Sam and Perry were discussing sex, as usual, when Perry's girl friend interrupted them.
"Perry, love, is that Owens' new wife?"
The editor stopped talking and turned to look out the glass door of the lobby in time to see the troubled blonde pass.
"Well, I'll be fucked by a camel if it isn't. What a beautiful little ass she's got under that tight skirt. I think I'll say hello. If she's half as hot as you say Owens is, I'd like to get a piece of the action," the editor said, with a leer on his ruggedly handsome face.
Humming, the editor walked out onto the street and caught up with her. He grinned as she turned towards him. "Hey, little lady, how are you?" he asked, taking her arm and letting his hand slide sensuously across her proud young tits, but in an accidental way.
The young bride said curtly, "I-I'm just fine, Mr. Ellsworth." She didn't like Perry Ellsworth, and she wanted to get away from his lewdly leering eyes as fast as possible.
"Wait a minute, what's your hurry? I wanted to tell you that Tessa and I are having a party tomorrow night. I'd like you and John to come, if you don't have other engagements."
"We have other plans," Marilee said too quickly, "so we can't come. Sorry."
The older man grabbed her arm again and said ominously, "I suggest you change your plans and attend this party. You know, little lady, a wife is supposed the help the advancement of her husband's career. Your husband's editor might be getting a little tired of your highfaluting attitude and ideas. If you want your husband to get his byline some day, then you'd better start acting a little nicer. You know that he's good, but a man's only as good as his better half. Get the idea? Now you be here tomorrow night, or else you'd better be prepared to be the wife of a two-bit reporter for the rest of your life. Also, later on this week we're giving a party for Dave Buchanan. He cracked the milk-ring case. I want you to be there to help entertain the guy. He loves juicy young blondes," his eyes traveled down to her huge, sensuous tits. "Especially blondes with nice ... ah...."
Marilee jerked her arm from the older man's grasp, and walked away quickly. She didn't hear Tessa Hayward's gleeful laugh and her taunting, "You really turned on the old charm, that time, lover-boy."
"Shit," Perry growled in admiration, "The cunt's got spunk ... and I'm really going to enjoy breaking that little blonde in."
"Break a leg, darling ... and I think you've got your work cut out for you."
Ellsworth licked his lips and stared at the blonde's departing ass. "With tits like she's got, and that beautiful ass of hers she can't possibly be a snow-queen." His eyes narrowed in suspicion and he turned to his girlfriend. "You keep your hooks off her until I get to her, or you're in trouble."
"I'm shaking with fright," Tessa Hayward replied and then giggled.
It should be amusing tomorrow night, she thought. A great deal of planning had gone into this party. The Owenses were the only ones who didn't know that these New York Globe parties were wild orgies. She thought the young reporter, John Owens would be easy to handle, but his new wife would definitely have to be coddled. Yes, Perry really had his work cut out for him, and if he failed, it was agreed that she could make an attempt. A little flutter of excitement rippled through her cunt, and abruptly the voluptuous brunette realized that she actually hoped Perry would fail with the voluptuous young blonde bride, for Tessa's pussy was all hot thinking about what only a woman could do to another.
Marilee Owens was still furious when she got home. She was absolutely livid with rage. How dare that ... that horrible beast have the nerve to order her to appear at the newspaper party. It was blackmail, pure and simple! She fumed all the way home and was in the middle of making a pot of coffee and mumbling to herself when John wandered sleepily into the kitchen and asked, "What the hell is all the slamming of cabinets about?" He was getting ready for a fight, but he wasn't prepared for her angry words.
"That horrible animal ... your precious editor, I talked to him on the street and he had the gall to say that we had to attend his party, or he'd see that your career has had it."
"He's the man who can do it, baby. That's what the hell I was trying to tell you when I said you should be nice to him. You know Rory Selwyn and his girl friend, Lisa Marks. Well, Rory gets all the good assignments because Lisa let Ellsworth fuck her," he said, watching her face for the reaction he was sure would come.
"Oh, My God! No, she couldn't! She wouldn't!" Marilee said in alarm. "Would she?" Then angrily, she retorted, "Well, I'm certainly not going to let him ... fuck me!"
You better not, he thought to himself, you'd blow my chances of ever getting in with the old bastard with that icy cunt of yours! Still, though, there was enough at stake to try to make her at least go to the party. He had to convince her, because his whole career in journalism was out the window if he was passed over again.
Trying to cajole her, John said, "Sweetheart, let's go to the party tomorrow night. Just speak politely. You don't have to fuck him, just be nice."
Marilee stared at him for a long time, then said, "All right, darling, we'll go. I'll be nice to the bastard, but that's as far as it goes. No way am I going to let him fuck my pussy!"
Perry Ellsworth's and Tessa's apartment was already full of people when John and Marilee arrived. The pretty young blonde greeted the editor coolly, but without the antagonism of the day before and Perry let his eyes rove over her lushly ripened tits with anticipation, but didn't have his usual lewd manner with her.
"Glad you could make it, my dear, Owens."
"Thank you," Marilee said disinterestedly, reflecting on the fact that they really had no choice in the matter. She would have to watch her manner, or her new husband would suffer for her actions. Her beautiful blue eyes wandered around the room in recognition of some other reporters and John's friend. Then, a moment later, John took her arm and led her to the corner of the room where Herb Lewis was serving drinks behind the bar.
Shyly, Marilee smiled in recognition of the man she had met at the paper, the day John had arrived back from Australia.
"Well, hello there, Marilee, John. What can I get you?"
"Make it two whiskey and water," John replied.
Holding their drinks, they stood for a minute, and chatted with people they knew from the Globe while Marilee was talking to one of the secretaries, then John drifted slowly over to where Tessa Hayward stood speaking animatedly to Rory Selwyn. All the way across the room the younger reporter was mentally undressing the voluptuous brunette, and for a second he felt his cock lurch hotly when he remembered how good her lips had felt the day before when she had sucked on his prick until he came in her soft warm mouth.
John immediately forced his thoughts into another channel, and shook hands with his rival, saying, "Hi there, Rory, and Tessa, it's a great party." He raised his glass, "To the most beautiful woman here." As he drank, Tessa's slightly amused eyes met his, and he could see the invitation in them, as surely as if she had spoken aloud.
Several hours later, with the noise level increased to a loud din and Marilee was getting nervous as she watched the activity going on around her. The guests had begun making outrageous advances to each other. She saw a man she knew from the newspaper sitting beside a young copy girl with her blouse open from the neck almost to the waist, his hand wildly exploring her naked titties. She could see the editor talking to the girl friend of another reporter who worked with John, and his hand was underneath her skirt, making rhythmic movements up between her legs. Suddenly, with a sinking heart, she knew she had to get away from there right away. She had heard rumors that these were wild parties, but she never realized before just how far these depraved people would go. Oh God ... this must be one of those wild orgies she had heard people discussing. She tried to catch John's eye to tell him she wanted to leave, but her young husband was too occupied with Tessa Hayward. Finally, she made her way over to where he was standing and said, "John, I think it's time to leave. Would you get my coat for me, and I'll wait for you outside, darling."
The young bride didn't wait for his answer, she slipped quietly and unnoticed out the door into the hall. She waited for fifteen minutes, nervously pacing up and down and anxiously listening through the door as she wondered why he didn't come to her.
John Owens, however, was feeling his drinks and was quietly smoldering, angry with his new wife for wanting to go home early. Besides, he was having a good time and wanted to stay until the real fun started. "Fuck her," he muttered and wound his way to the bar.
"How about a double, Herb. Think I'll get drunk," the young reporter slurred.
"That's the only way to go, Owens," Lewis guffawed, and mentally surmised that the young man didn't have far to go.
John sat at the bar for several minutes, glowering to himself and thinking how unlucky he was to be married to such a cold unfeeling bitch. His eyes searched the room for Tessa Hayward, but she had disappeared. Now there's a real cunt. She knows how to take care of a man's needs!
Suddenly, he decided to go tell Marilee that he wasn't coming home with her. She would have to go by herself if she was so hot to leave. Only a couple steps from the door the young reporter was stopped by Perry Ellsworth who muttered pleasantly, "John Owens! Where's your lovely young bride? Don't tell me she's hiding from me?"
"I think she just went outside for a breath of fresh air," John h-edged and quickly reached for the door. "I thought I saw her talking to Rory Selwyn."
John heaved a sigh of relief and had turned to got out the door when he was held back by two other couples and then, two drinks later he was still there and the drunk young man didn't realize how fast the time had passed.
Meanwhile, after almost thirty minutes of waiting, Marilee Owens sighed angrily and cursed her own weakness for coming to the party. Her head ached and she was sick of this whole sex-crazy scene as she paced impatiently to and fro, in the hallway. For at least the fifth time she peeked in the door, wondering where John could be. She didn't sight him and, oddly enough there seemed fewer people in the living room. As the nervous young bride turned away, she paused. A sound had come from the ... stairwell. Voices! Probably a couple from the party getting a breather. She'd just ignore them. Marilee had taken several steps away in the opposite direction when she heard a man's voice say, "Who the fuck taught you to make love like that?"
The answer was a girlish gasp and an exclamation of, "Aaaaaaiiiiiiii, do that again; it's beautiful! Feels so good! Don't stop ... don't ever stop!"
Marilee's breath caught in her throat. She crept towards the door of the stairwell and she gasped as she saw two half-naked bodies locked in a lewd embrace of lovemaking. The obscene sight caused her to freeze in shock. The girl was lying almost full length on her back across a step with her skimpy dress pushed up and her long slender legs raised high in the air. Even as the blushing young bride watched, the man slid down to the floor until his head was between her nakedly widespread cunt, his face even with her naked pussy. The girl was moaning words and phrases that were broken and swallowed and spat out with passion, and Marilee found herself listening, unable to move now for fear of being detected.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart! Lick it ... lick it ... eat my pussy! Oooooohhhhhhhhh, it's heavenly!"
The young reporter's wife could believe neither her eyes nor her ears. A tightening sensation had caught at the pit of her stomach, and she blinked her eyes in stunned disbelief. She had to assure herself that she was actually seeing correctly, so she quietly took a couple of steps toward them. The moaning woman out there had clutched at the hair of the kneeling man's head with both hands and was desperately grinding her cunt up against his face. Momentarily, Marilee thought she saw his tongue lash out snake-like and disappear into the hair-lined slit of the wanton girl's writhing pussy!
Marilee gasped in sudden shock as the woman's head began flailing from side to side and she recognized the contorted face of Tessa Hayward, Perry's girl friend! But who was the man? She couldn't see his face but she knew it wasn't Perry. She had seen Tessa's boyfriend inside the living room as she peeked through the door a few seconds before.
The obscene scene was beyond belief, and Marilee took a step backwards as if she had been struck by a blow. She tried to clear her head, to think straight, all the while fighting the almost overpowering thought that she should somehow intervene and put an end to their lewd exhibition. Should she scream or run over there and tear them apart? Oh, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lewdness. They had no right, it was disgusting!
"Ooooooohhh, baby! Suck harder! Yes, yes, like that ... oooohhhh!" Marilee heard Tessa Hayward exclaim and saw her madly caressing her own obscenely dancing tits.
It's none of your business, Marilee Owens, she rationalized finally, and something within began advising her she should turn away and try to leave without them hearing her, but the obscene sight and sounds had temporarily hypnotized her. She had never in her wildest imagination thought that she would stand like this in hiding, and watch two people fucking, or that she would suddenly find it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of a stomach-churning revulsion, she now felt a strange, light-fingered quivering up inside her blonde-rimmed pussy, a quivering that graduated to a passionate trembling as the man began bobbing his head furiously, causing obscene wet sucking noises between the brunette's wide-spread cunt.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh," Tessa Hayward groaned. The sound of rapture raised goose bumps that rippled across Marilee's belly and up to her hugely awakening tits, now beginning to rise and fall heavily, causing her nipples to push outward against the sheer lace of her flimsy bra. Now the aroused young bride could plainly see the man's long wet tongue once more, working in lizard-like feast at the widespread opening of the woman's wetly glistening cunt. The mewls, the cries of ecstasy continued to bubble from Tessa's contorted lips above the heaving mounds of her tits.
Suddenly, the kneeling older man brought his hand down into the wet slit separating Tessa's smoothly rounded asscheeks, and she jerked her legs up higher until her kneecaps were touching her heaving tits, exposing the whole widespread plane of her naked cunt to him. He flicked his fast moving tongue into her tightly puckering little asshole, resulting in a long low moan as Tessa's lips bared back over her teeth at the obvious sensations it sent racing out of control through her writhing, passion-filled body.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... don't stop, ooooohhhhhhh!" The wanton brunette whined, contorting her hips furiously upward toward the hot, flicking tongue licking without mercy between the open cheeks of her upraised ass. "Shove your finger in my asshole! Yes, like that! Harder! Oh God, yes, stick it in my asshole! Aaaaaagggghhhhhhh!"
Marilee hardly dared to breathe now because the rasping breath escaping her own lust-constricted throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry, and the whorish sensation up her now hot pussy caused her to clamp her legs tightly together, making her own seeping wetness more apparent to her. Unconsciously, she reached down and touched her warmly pulsating pussy. Never before in her life had she experienced such an irresistible sense of fascination; the unnatural sight and obscene sucking sounds held her absolutely spellbound. Her now sensitive tits had commenced to throb with desire of their own, one of the very few times in her life that she had become so horny.
"I'm cumming ... cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnngggggg...! Oooooohhhhh ... I'm cccccuuuuummmmiiinnnnnngggggggg!" Tessa half screamed, finally crooning off into a gurgling little wail as she choked and spluttered out her release, lying there in shameful subjugation on the stairwell steps.
Then, quickly, the older man lowered her limp legs and raised himself up over her to kneel with his hips in front of her open mouth. Marilee saw him position his knees so that he was straddling her half-naked body on either side of her ribcage, and she gasped aloud and put her hand to her mouth as his huge thick cock suddenly leapt to freedom from the fly of his pants, and stood out in the air, a massive naked quivering prick! He had his hand around it, and was rubbing the lust-thickened head against Tessa's wetly parted lips. The horrified young reporter's wife saw the woman's beautiful face come forward eagerly as the unknown man thrust his powerful hips at her, sliding the huge pulsating head deep within the confines of her mouth as he tangled his fingers in her long black hair. Then, Tessa began a gentle sucking motion, and Marilee could see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from her ovaled lips as he drew his thick shaft partially out of her mouth, only to disappear inward again as he slid the rock-hard cock back into her eagerly sucking mouth.
Marilee watched, transfixed, as he commenced a rhythmic back and forth sucking motion, never quite drawing it out of her mouth all the way, but leaving its tip just inside the tight circle of the other woman's mouth. Then, Tessa was reaching up between his widespread thighs, cradling the swaying softness of his sensuously dangling balls in her palms. She stroked them as she sucked at his now thickly ramming cock, and from her position in the hall, it appeared to Marilee that a thick, wetly glistening piston of flesh was moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips. Again, she heard the little mewls and groans of pleasure coming from both man and woman ... and then, suddenly, an electric-like jolt shot through Marilee. She nearly cried out her alarm as she felt a pair of big forceful hands slipping around her from behind and curling over her wildly heaving tits!
"Sssssshhhhh, they'll hear you...." the voice of Rory Selwyn whispered into her ear as he drew her ripely trembling body back against him, pressing his already hardening cock into the fleshy crevice between her asscheeks.
"Exciting ...?" he continued to whisper, his warm breath hot in her ear. "I've been standing behind you watching too. She's really sucking him off, isn't she? What a show!"
"You don't have to talk that way," Marilee hissed, almost hysterically back over her shoulder. "And take your hands off my titties this minute!" she ordered, trying to squirm free of his lewdly clutching fingers on her hotly quivering tits, feeling once more the numbing fear rising in her body.
Wild thoughts of what he might have in mind to do to her raced through the tortured bride's mind, and she decided that if she could only wrench free and run ... and then, with a feeling close to terror, Marilee felt the reporter grinding his lust-stiffened cock against her asscheeks, all the while raising her skirt up high until it was bunched up just above her smoothly rounded buttocks. While his hand massaged her throbbing young tits, he whispered:
"You've been standing here watching them sucking and licking each other for ten minutes, and you know what I think? I think you wish you were Tessa and had that big juicy cock right in your pretty little rosebud mouth."
Once again, Marilee tried to struggle quietly with him, her whole being filled with revulsion at the obscene words he was spewing into her ear. Now his hands ground harder into her titties, and his long hard cock pressed in .against her defensively clenched asscheeks. And then suddenly, out on the stairwell, the man stopped, pulling his lurching cock from the voraciously sucking mouth as he looked in the direction of the two hidden people.
"You hear something?" he asked Tessa, still craning his neck while Rory, holding tight to Marilee's rapidly rising and falling tits, eased the two of them further back into the hall.
"No," said the brunette, "but I don't give a damn anyway. Come back here. Fuck me now, lover. Stick that beautiful prick of yours in my cunt ... come back here ... oh, yes, that's right ... that's right ... ooooohhhhhh...."
"Oooooohhhh," Marilee whispered. "Oooohhh, let me go ... please ... oooooohhhhhh...!"
But Rory instead, pressed her forward where she could again watch the utterly deplorable performance going on in the stairwell, while he continued to squeeze and caress her ripely throbbing tits. As his huge, palpitating cock pressed against her flimsy little panties from behind and punched the nylon cloth between the cheeks of her trembling buttocks, the young bride was beside herself with a near uncontrollable mixture of outrage, fright and revulsion, these blended with an unfathomable smoldering lust that the half-naked obscenely positioned couple and Rory Selwyn's obscenities had kindled within her wetly throbbing pussy.
"See there, baby ... oh, Jesus, now he's really fucking her," Rory whispered, and then his hand was slipping down inside the loose front of her little dress to her bra-encased tits, cupping one of them hard as she gasped at the lewd coupling of the two bodies only a short distance from her in the stairwell. Rory gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, lace-covered nipples, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting along the full length of her spine, and Marilee had to clench her teeth to keep from muttering a helpless groan aloud. Then his tongue flicked moistly into her ear, causing her to squirm back against his hard, virile cock. "See that?" he continued. "She's got her long white legs wrapped right up around his neck now, so her hot little cunt is wide open and he can fuck that long hard cock up into her cunt until it damn near comes out her throat!"
"Oh, please don't," the quivering blonde pleaded, tears bubbling into her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back, and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly, they were bound to be overheard, and she would be discovered out there like this with him. And that would be all that was needed to destroy her reputation. Good Lord, why had she come out here without John?
Out there, the lewdly entwined figures were still for a moment, and Marilee was sure they had been seen. Her blood seemed to turn to ice water for that brief, panic-filled interval, then she saw the man withdraw slightly, his thick fleshy cock sliding out for several inches before he thrust forward again and held it deep inside her wetly glistening cunt. He withdrew again until almost the full awesome length of the cock, wet and shimmering, was visible to the hypnotized Marilee. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief, as she watched Tessa Hayward's long slender legs come down to wrap around his ass, the sharp pointed heels of her shoes pressed tight against his cheeks as she strained to pull him back inside her. The cords on the inside of Tessa's thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her soft, cunthair-covered pussy back up over his thick glistening cock. Her hollowing asscheeks lifted several inches off the steps as she struggled upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the massive hardness of hot male cock back into the moist pink folds of her hungry cunt. A lewd sucking sound drifted out to them as she slithered eagerly up and down its full length, and her tightly flexing asscheeks began to undulate rhythmically as his cum-laden balls slapped in tempo against her puckered little asshole below them.
Tessa's lust-constricted throat mouthed obscenities at the man as she squirmed beneath him in the throes of an animalistic passion, and her lewd phrases caused the exciting tingle to dart menacingly once more between Marilee's own trembling thighs. Now, the young reporter's bride watched completely absorbed as the man's hand curled beneath the brunette's wildly pumping asscheeks and the tip of his outstretched middle finger circled around her tiny clenched asshole. It played there for a long teasing moment, then suddenly there was a tortured groan from the nakedly twisting female body beneath, as he shoved it forward, the finger slipping through the protective fleshy ring and disappearing up inside her quivering rectum! Tessa's legs kicked out again, there was another tormented squeal, and then her legs locked once more around his muscular ass, and she began pumping viciously against both probing instruments.
And then, Marilee's own body stiffened and she suppressed a gasp of renewed fright as she felt Rory's free hand sliding down over her naked stomach, down to gently apply pressure at her wetly trembling pussy against her will. Marilee clenched her eyes shut fighting against her own sexual need and hunger with all her strength, but the fingers of his other hand nipping teasingly at her hot little nipple, and the hardness of his warmly throbbing cock grinding into the soft cleft of her asscheeks, brought forth quiet moans of near helpless submission to her lips.
"Hot damned, you're wet," Rory hissed into her ear. "You make that cunt over there look like a reject, honey. And just look at that beautiful fuck she's getting ... wow...!"
"Oooooohhhhhh, don't, don't, please...." Marilee whimpered as she felt the lewd, delicious feelings rippling across her flesh as his hand kneaded the softly sensitive flesh of her tits. "No ... no one but my husband has ever touched my ... my pussy...."
"Crap ... not even on dates? Oh, man, you are a real prize," he whispered wetly into her ear, his fingers leaving her huge tits to caress her nakedly trembling belly. "There's gotta be a first time for everything baby. And tonight is your first night for pleasure!" He grabbed her panties and squeezed them, painfully catching some of her pussy hairs as he did so.
"Oh, ooooohhhhhhhh ... don't do that! Don't touch my pussy!" she sobbed, conscious now of the heavy groans coming from the other corner of the hall. She moaned and tried to pull away again, using all of her willpower to overcome the myriad of wildly exciting sensations building up against her will deep in her cunt.
Suddenly, Tessa was screaming loudly, "Fuck harder, you bastard, fuck harder ... I'm cumming! Aaaiiiiieeeeee ... I'm cuuuuumminggg!"
Then, Marilee groaned and held her breath as a ravishing shock rippled along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs when she felt Rory Selwyn slipping his hand slowly under the tight elastic cuntband of her panties. She squirmed back against him, using both hands to try and push him away, but he was not to be denied, and she whimpered helplessly as his outstretched middle finger found the wetly throbbing slit of her heated pussy and slid gently into it, parting the soft cunt hairs to make sudden delicious contact with the throbbing head of her clitty.
Now the man out in the stairwell was shouting out his own cum as well, both lewdly coupled bodies writhing in complete abandonment as they spent their mutual release.
Suddenly, as Marilee felt Rory tugging her flimsy panties down over her wildly trembling hips, sanity returned, and with it her strength and willpower. How she broke away from his hold she would never know for sure, but she did remember slamming the pointed heel of her shoe back against his unprotected shin bone. He leaped back away from her with a loud howl of pain that brought a stunned reaction from the nakedly fucking couple on the stairwell.
Then, the panic-stricken young wife raced breathlessly down the hall to the elevator, and reaching the lobby, she rushed out of the apartment building and hailed a passing cab.
Oh God, she felt so dirty! I hope the driver can't tell what a horrible thing I have done ... her mind screamed as she stepped into the cab and gave him her address. I hope he can't tell how my pussy is still all hot and wet!
CHAPTER FOUR
Everybody was disappearing, John Owens thought drunkenly. Everyone is going to fuck, he thought, then downed his fourth double whiskey in less than a half an hour. Everyone but me! John Owens never gets to fuck, but he's always the first to be fucked. Married to a cold cunt ... then he peered drunkenly through the swirling amber liquid in the glass.
The young reporter sighed deeply, sort of wanting to cry, and abruptly became aware that he was far too drunk. Besides, there wouldn't be any action for him tonight. That was what Rory had explained to him. To fuck a chick, you had to contribute a chick for others to fuck. Unless someone took pity on him, and he could sure use a little of that kind of pity right now, Christ!
"Anything else, Owens, before I quit playing bartender?"
John looked up through half-closed eyes and saw his buddy staring solicitously at him. Good old Herb ... never has to worry about a thing, now, got his own column in the paper, no wife to make his life a living hell.
"Ice water," the young reporter asked, not really caring.
"Sure thing," A moment later, a tall glass was placed before him. He gulped it down thirstily.
"How about another?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm drunk so might as well get a lot of water down me so I won't have a bad hangover tomorrow morning."
Herb Lewis watched him sadly. The kid had troubles; no doubt about that. Ellsworth had really been pissed when Tessa finally had told him Marilee had lit out. The veteran reporter knew the storm signals when he saw them, and now he was glad Tessa had told him he could leave. It could get a bit nasty. To hell with fucking. .
Herb had just reloaded the ice bucket and was preparing to leave, when he saw a slightly rumpled looking Lisa Marks walk in from the terrace. Now there, he thought, is a real talented piece of ass, with tits that would knock a guy's eyes out. He saw the voluptuous woman spot Owens unhappily drinking down another glass of water. When she started toward him, Herb mentally grinned and thought, "Well, maybe you'll score tonight after all, kid...."
"Waiting for someone, John?"
John turned to see Lisa Marks smiling suggestively at him with one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. She was a tall willowy redhead with the greenest eyes he had ever seen. His glanced moved appreciatively down over her voluptuous body and back up again. She wore a low cut dress that seemed to be just a skirt held up by two tiny straps. Only her nipples were covered by the two narrow strips, and no imagination was needed to see the shapeliness of her full, hugely set tits and he was sure she had nothing on underneath! God, I never knew Rory Selwyn had such a beautiful sexy chick.
"Sure was ... you, honey!" John Owens said, rolling his eyes in mock surprise. "But don't you think your old man'll have something to say about it?"
"Oh, baby, you are a naive little kid, aren't you! This is going to be your lucky night, and I get the honor of breaking you in," Lisa purred into his ear, and then coyly bit his ear lobe. "In spite of the fact that your new wife chickened out! Tessa and I decided to console you anyway. Especially after she told me what a nice big prick you have in those pants!"
The young reporter's eyes a most popped out of his head and he choked as he swallowed the wrong way. "Tessa ... told?" he gasped in disbelief. "S-she told."
"Oh my yes, said you were one of the biggest young men she's met in a long time. Long and hard, thick and delicious ... mmm...."
John felt a tug at his hand and the next thing he knew Lisa was pulling him along behind her as she walked sensuously toward the door that led into the kitchen. The young reporter knew there was no turning back now, and he also knew that he didn't want to turn back. Christ, he could hardly wait to ram his long hard cock up inside the redhead's hot little cunt and munch on a mouthful of her luscious mouth-watering tits!
John let her head him into the kitchen, watched her as with one fluid motion, she slipped the straps from her shoulders and let her dress slowly fall to the floor.
He stared in shocked disbelief at the delicious sight of her succulent naked body before him. He could see her hugely pulsing tits, all soft and warm with their hardened pink nipples, and the sparse bush of reddish pussyhairs covering the narrow little slit of her glistening little cunt.
Quickly, the young husband stripped naked and threw his clothes on the floor. His hugely throbbing cock stood out boldly from his loins as it leapt to freedom from his shorts. Lying on the table impatiently waiting for him, Lisa Marks marveled at the size of his virile prick. Tessa Hayward was right, she did have reason to be overjoyed! He was already wildly aroused, and the poor bastard was so obviously horny, and he was far bigger than she had dreamed he would be! Lisa could imagine the ecstasy of that long thick hardness fucked up inside her cunt. The thought of the pleasure he would bring suddenly made her tremble, and she reached up to pull his mouth down to hers, pulling at his waist until he was lying nakedly on the large kitchen table beside her.
Their wild hungry kisses rapidly grew more urgent as they felt the desperate heat of each other's bodies, she delighting in his pulsating hardness pressing hotly against her leg, he, in the incredible softness of her hotly aroused tits.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." Lisa groaned as she felt his hands on her tits, kneading them and massaging their soft fullness and then rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers until they tingled with a vibrant desire. Up between her legs, she felt the gathering warm moisture in the hole of her hot little cunt and knew she could hardly wait for John to fuck her with his thick prick! His cock was there, pressing huge and warm against her naked thigh, and there was a heated wetness seeping from its tip and smearing on her naked skin.
And then, John wasn't kissing her full sensual lips any more. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted him to do more! Slowly he dropped down along her neck and began kissing her titties, taking her erect little nipple into his mouth to suck, and causing more of those delicious sensations to ripple through her impatiently undulating nakedness.
But John wasn't content with just sucking her tits. He continued slithering down over her lushly ripened body, his mouth trailing hot wet kisses down over the flat plane of her belly until his tongue dipped tantalizingly into her navel, and then moved teasingly on, after a moment, until his face was there, just over her frantically trembling redheaded cunt!
With his fingers on either side of her curl-rimmed pussylips, he slowly drew them apart to expose the fevered pink slit of her cunt to his lust-glazed eyes. Then with a low groan coming from his throat, he drove his tongue into the sensitive pulsing slit, parting her passion-drenched cunthairs to lick at the excitedly palpitating bud of her clit. Lisa wrenched her naked cunt up against his face, shrieking in pleasure, "Yes ... yes ... oh yes, lick my pussyyyyyy!"
Shuddering sensations knifed through him with soul-searing force, more powerful than any he had ever felt before.
John had tried to do this with Marilee several times, but she had always refused him, saying it was dirty, and perverted. Now tasting his first pussy ever, he had to have more of the warm succulent flesh or he would blow his mind. He used both hands to spread Lisa's hotly trembling thighs wide apart, and with goading urgency dropped his head between her legs, groaning low in his throat. Then, his tongue snaked out to plunge straight into the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh!" he moaned as he felt the first erotic shock of it in her lower body and the satisfying roll of her hips up to meet his face. Thrusting in and out several times, setting a tempo, he was surprised as she matched his every movement. And Lisa, feeling the electric sensations of the lewd dance of his tongue as it moved up toward her clitty and then licked along the sensitive length of the wildly pulsing little bud, was lost in her passion ... everything went out of focus! Her eyes were glazed, her ears unhearing. There was nothing in the world but the ecstatic sensation surging and churning in her belly. "Oh! Oooooohhhhh ... lick it, lick my naked pussy!" she groaned hotly. And she knew she had to have more!
Her hands went out to his short dark hair, her fingers tangling in it, as she strove to pull his mouth in tighter to her hotly burning cunt-mouth. And then the writhing redhead thrust her hips up at him, wildly now, and he rammed his tongue again and again in the moistly quivering cunthole, orally fucking the moaning redhead for all he was worth. Her nakedly voluptuous body and her wanton shrieks of pleasure were setting him on fire. He had to fuck her now, this minute, or he was going to spill his hot load of cum against the soft flesh of her churning thighs before he ever got inside of her sweet-tasting little cunt!
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ... Joohhnnnnnnn ... fuck my pussy now...." Lisa cried as she felt his mouth vacate her cunt passage. "Please fuck my pussy!"
And that was all he needed!
The young reporter slithered upward between her widespread thighs and used the thick rubbery cock-head to part her wetly quivering pussylips. The first electrifying contact of his hotly throbbing cock against her pussy sent spasms of new and even more powerful pleasure surging through Lisa's lust-contorted body. Then, above her, he pushed his mighty prick against her fevered little cunthole.
"Oh ... oohhhhh ... your cock is huge!" she gurgled admiringly. "So huge!"
His eyes glazed with lust, and his face dripping perspiration, John thrust again, and this time the enormous lust-swollen cock-head forced its way into her tightly quivering cunt. Furiously with one smooth forward motion of his ass, he drove his now wildly jerking cock straight up into Lisa's more than willing pussy.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii! Oooooooowwwweeeeeeeeee!" she screamed in pain and rapture when she felt the resilient flesh of her little pussyhole finally give way as he fucked into her deeply, the huge head of his cock sending tiny ripples of her cunt-walls ahead of it until with a loud smack, his pelvis crashed into hers.
Below, his cum-bloated balls swung lewdly up into the hairless crease between her full round asscheeks and another low animal-like groan of passion emerged from Lisa's lips as the young reporter's long thick cock rammed all the way up into her wet, warmly-pulsating cunt. The pain was not overwhelming, naturally, since her cunt had been stretched moments before in one of the bedrooms, but she had never suspected his cock would be quite this big, and for a moment she experienced severe discomfort, wriggling and twisting to escape this unlooked-for sensation. But these frantic movements of her sleek voluptuous body only excited the hard-driving young husband further, and he thrust into her twice, pinning her softly yielding loins to the table with his hips so that there was no hope of her wriggling away from him.
John realized that he had taken her a little by surprise, and he was proud of the fact. This chick had told him she was going to give him pleasure, well that may be, but he would show her precisely who was boss. He continued to fuck into her with an uncontrollable passion enjoying the power he had won over the wild young redhead.
Lisa Marks moaned continually as he fucked mercilessly into her, flailing her legs out to the side and then wrapping them instinctively around his pounding plunging ass, using the muscles in her thighs to force him even further into the depths of her nakedly straining pussy.
"Oh, John, come on ... fuck my cunt! Fuck it real hard!" she begged, as his jackhammering hips drove his cock with increased speed and depth far up into her hotly clasping cunt. Beneath him she gyrated wildly and uncon trollably as her tight young pussy nibbled its way up and down his thick plunging cock with unbelievable fury.
The action inside her wetly rippling cunt was unbalancing to the young man. It felt as if a hundred fingers were playing, teasing, caressing his aching cock-head. He had to cum soon, his long lust-thickened cock seemed to be expanding to the bursting point as the tension in his cum-churning balls mounted to an almost impossible crescendo.
Lisa's breath grew labored and harsh like a runner nearing the end of a race, and her legs were jackknifed up as far as humanly possible, almost touching her hugely quivering tits, her naked body nearly bent double as he fucked wildly into her. She was visibly straining for the end, the effort showing on her passion-contorted face, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth fell wide open, gasping for air. She moaned continuously as she fought to cum around the deeply fucking prick.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can," she screamed, as she felt the first spasming jolts of her cum rippling in her unbelievable excited cunt. She pulled her thighs back so tight against her hotly straining tits, that he could see the entire naked slit of her wetly pulsating pussy naked and open offered up to him like a sacrifice to fuck and abuse as much as he desired.
"I'm cumming ... aaaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg," she screamed again, spitting out the words like an obscenity between bared teeth and rotating her asscheeks beneath him with the kind of uninhibited ecstatic abandon he had only dreamed about with other women.
For a moment, John thought Lisa was going to break him in half as the churning cock-juices built up in his balls and her convulsing young cunt milked his wildly jerking prick ... and then it all became too much for him! He could hold back no more, and there was no reason to any longer!
As her scream split the air, his cum-bloated balls suddenly grew warm and then intolerably hot, and the steaming white jism geysered up through his madly ejaculating cock, jetting into her clasping pussy and filling her to overflowing with his white-hot cum.
Their cum never seemed to end, and the two of them groaned savagely into each other's mouths like two animals fighting to the death, while her fingernails carved long red trails of lust across his powerful shoulders and back.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii! John groaned and then stiffened, holding himself rigid and unmoving above the voluptuous redhead, his wildly spewing cock still fucked deep up in her warmly gripping cunt, as the final spurts of cum streamed from him. Then he fell on top of her naked body, gasping for breath and enjoying his own release to the fullest. He knew that he was satisfied as he had never been before.
After long minutes, John finally rolled over on the large table in the kitchen to lie exhausted beside the dazed redhead. For a few seconds, the guilty recriminations of his conscience came into his mind but they rapidly evaporated in the euphoria of his satiation.
Walking back and forth across the room and seething with anger and indignation, Marilee Owens thought about what she would say to her new husband when he got out of the shower. How dare he leave her alone at that horrible party-exposed to the lecherousness of Perry Ellsworth and that awful Rory Selwyn! What was taking him so long! He had no consideration for her. Obviously, the only person he cared about was himself, and sex, sex, sex!
Quickly, she put on her dressing gown and waited for him to come into the bedroom. She would let him know right now that she didn't like him staying out all night, and that she was not about to put up with it!
Guiltily, John had gone straight into the shower when he tiptoed into the bedroom, hoping that Marilee wouldn't wake up and look at him with those big, innocent blue eyes. She made him feel guilty even when he was innocent, and now, what would she make him feel like! The young husband had stripped and stepped into the bath, lathered himself all over with soap and scrubbed his body clean, lingering over his cum-smeared prick and balls. John doubted if he could ever go back to trying to get Marilee's cold cunt all hot for his cock ... especially after experiencing the way a real woman appreciated cock! He could feel his cock lurch just from thinking about fucking!
But he knew he had to face Marilee and explain his actions. After all, if she offered any part of herself at all sexually, he wouldn't have to turn elsewhere for pussy!
Tip-toeing quietly toward the bedroom with his pajama bottoms on, he thought, I'll try to be sweet to her, and if that doesn't work, to hell with her cold cunt!
"Hi baby! You should be getting some sleep, honey," he said in a false joviality as he quietly entered the room.
"How dare you! Sleep, hell! If you think you can stay out all night and then come home like nothing is wrong, then you are a fool. I'm not going to stay married to a man that plays around with other girls and goes to wild orgies! And when I wanted to leave, you didn't even come home with me! All you wanted to do was to stay with those ... loose women!" she screamed, her face red with anger.
It was too much for John. Without thinking about what he was saying, he began shouting. "Well, if you weren't such a frigid fucking cunt, afraid to even let me see your naked tits, then maybe I'd want to come home and fuck you!"
Then seeing the hurt look on her beautiful face, his voice lowered and he uttered almost in a whisper, "I love you, Marilee, but I just can't go on like this any longer. I've tried to be patient, but you make no effort to change. Fucking is something dirty to you. Well, it isn't to me ... and if I can't fuck a wife who wants me to, I'll find another woman."
Marilee was shocked to hear him put into words all of her deepest fears. Suddenly, all the anger drained out of her, and she began to cry softly, wishing with all her heart that her pussy longed for John's cock, because she did love him. Her shoulders shaking with sobs, she stood staring down at the floor as he left the room. The young bride wept disconsolately until she heard him say, "I'll be at the paper if you want me. I think you'll be better off without me bothering you. I'll dress in the living room."
Not really believing John would actually go, Marilee watched him leave through the window as he hailed a cab and drove off. Still crying loudly, she fell across the bed and cried until she was interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door. The pretty blonde was tempted not to answer it, but maybe ... John had repented his earlier harsh words and had come back to apologize!
Jumping up, she decided she would forgive him for what he had said. Quickly she buttoned the front of her long pink robe to cover her naked young tits and went into the living room. Excitedly, she opened the door, but her hopeful smile was abruptly erased from her features when she saw a woman she barely knew, Lisa Marks standing there.
"Good morning," the voluptuous redhead said smilingly. "Could we have a little talk?"
The pretty young blonde didn't want to see anyone, except John. Her whole world was falling apart and she needed to think clearly about what she could do to put it back together again, but all her problems seemed to stem from the paper and this woman's lover's employer, Perry Ellsworth, so she would have to be nice to her. Perhaps, perhaps, if she could make amends, that would be the beginning of becoming a better wife to John! Marilee really didn't care for Lisa Marks, and it would be hard to even be polite to the woman ... still, there was no bitterness in her voice as she opened the door the rest of the way and said, "Come on in, Lisa. Can I get you some tea?"
Lisa followed her into the kitchen and sat quietly at the table while the young blonde put the water on the stove. Like some fascinated cat watching a very small bird, Lisa inspected the handsome young reporter's bride. God, she is so beautiful ... so vulnerable, she thought. A babe, really, just a babe, but those lovely tits and lips. Christ, she's sexy! She's obviously terrified of cock; well, let's see if she's afraid of another woman! Lisa felt a restless hunger stirring in her hot juicy cunt as she thought about what good girlfriends they could become if it were handled properly! The poor blonde needed someone to talk to! Her lovely blue eyes were red and puffy-the result of hours of crying and she knew the reason for the tears, for she had resolved to make her move today. She and Perry had sat up until about seven discussing ways of getting the girl involved in group sex. They both knew that Marilee would have to be handled carefully or everything would be ruined! Patience was not ordinarily one of Perry's attributes, however. He was horny as a satyr, lusting after the pretty blonde pussy and Rory Selwyn was going out of his mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
Seated now at the table and seeing the distraught young bride's condition, Lisa Marks decided to play the big-sister role.
"I came by to see if you wanted to go shopping with me, Marilee, but golly, you look like you don't feel well. Is there anything I can do, dear?"
"T-thanks," Marilee whispered, and then to her own horror, uncontrollably broke into sobs again.
"Oh, dear ... come ... come ... nothing can be that bad." the wicked redhead suggested as she stood up and put her arms comfortingly around the young blonde's shoulders, patting her gently as she pulled her to her huge tits to let the poor bride cry her heart out.
Marilee had never cared for Lisa Marks before, but right now this huge-titted sympathetic redhead was all she needed to let herself go. She had to talk to someone, but there was no one to confide in about all her problems. Now, she could feel the comforting warmth of the other woman's lissome body as she sobbed into her softly rounded tits. It was like being a little girl again, coming to her mother.
After a few minutes, Marilee pulled away, embarrassed at having given in to her emotions in front of someone she barely knew, and had always acted so cold towards.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "I'm sorry ... I ... it's ... it's just that ... it's just...."
"Tell me about it," Lisa said compassionately. "It's John, isn't it? What did he do to make his lovely little bride cry her heart out?"
Marilee shook her head dumbly, not wanting to answer. Lisa Marks continued, "You can talk to me, I understand how men can be sometimes, they just don't understand women ... sometimes they can be such beasts!"
Marilee looked at the pretty redhead, wanting to trust her, needing to tell her. "Oh, dear," she shuddered, and then much to her surprise, blurted out, "It's our ... our sex life ... John just doesn't understand me. Oh, he tries, but I don't like him to fuck me ... and I'm ... I'm afraid I'm frigid. Oh, Lisa, I just can't pretend to respond to him, and it's ruining our marriage!" she stammered and began to cry all over again.
Lisa quietly put her arms around the sobbing young bride's shoulders again, and led her to the bed where she sat down beside her.
Serenely, artfully, she began to talk to her. "That's all right, my dear. You mustn't insult yourself by saying you're frigid. There's really no such thing as a frigid woman, only inexperienced or insensitive men. All young brides have this problem when they are first married. It's just that men are so impatient, the animals," she crooned hypnotically. "Women are so much more understanding of another woman's needs." Lisa placed her hand on the blonde's leg and patted her. "You can't be frigid, it's simply not possible, my dear."
"Oh, please help me, Lisa. I don't know what to do," Marilee cried.
"Okay, my dear. But first, we're going to have to relax. I'll get you a drink," she held up her hand as Marilee started to speak. "Ssshhhhhhh ... no, you just stay where you are, just tell me where you keep the liquor and I'll bring you a drink." The redhead gently pushed Marilee's blonde head back against the pillow and stood up.
"It's in the kitchen above the stove ... But, I'm not used to drinking very much ... I guess I kind of have an aversion towards it because my father drank so much."
"That's too bad, but a little won't hurt and it will relax you so we can discuss the problem of yours." Lisa put two stiff shots of whiskey in the glass and handed it to the young bride. Continuing, she purred, "Drink it down now like a good girl. You need to calm down before we talk any further. This will help. You can trust me, dear. I wouldn't hurt you."
Sighing, the tortured young bride took the glass, looking at it dubiously, as Lisa smiled to reassure her. She put the glass to her lips and downed the whiskey with one gulp, choking and sputtering as the fiery liquid burned all the way down. The glass was immediately refilled. It took only a few seconds for the liquor to start a relaxed feeling coursing through her body, and she was grateful to the redhead for suggesting it. But it did help! Marilee was dimly aware of an increase in the sensitivity of her body, especially the heaviness of her hands as she lifted the glass from her lap where she was holding it and placed it on the table on the nightstand.
Now, she couldn't remember why she'd always had such a dislike for Lisa Marks. She really had been mistaken about the redhead being a whore! Why, Lisa is actually a very understanding friend, she thought as the redheaded woman bent forward to refill the glass a third time full of whiskey.
Lisa was fully aware of the change in Marilee's attitude towards her, and she knew that if she were careful not to frighten her that the blonde would soon be completely under her control. The alcohol had given Marilee a warm glow and her head was beginning to spin as she leaned back on the pillow and closed her eyes for a moment. Then a burst of self-pity enveloped her and she began to cry softly again. The sympathetic older woman took her in her arms and stroked her on the shoulder, crooning to her reassuringly.
"Tsh ... tsh ... ssshhhhhhh ... males are cruel, and they don't deserve your tears. You're not frigid. I can prove that you're as sensual a woman as the rest of us. Just ... relax, my dear ... leave it all to Lisa ... shhhhhhh ... there ... there!"
Marilee, in her tipsy daze, was completely unprepared for what happened next. Lisa's arm tightened around her shoulders and pulled her limp body closer. Then with her free hand, the redhead began gently stoking her thigh in tantalizing little caresses from the knee to the gentle swell of her hip. At the same time, Lisa continued her hypnotic denunciation of men, "You know ... and I know what you need, Marilee. You need a love that comes from understanding, and no man can ever give you that. There's a different kind of love, Marilee, and now, because I'm so very fond of you, I'll teach you about this love and it will help your sex life with John."
"Help me?" Marilee murmured sleepily, but with a frown of confusion on her brow. "Oh, yes ... yesssss, Lisa."
"It is a gentle love, sweetie...." With her lust-glazed eyes locked on the blonde's face and alert to any sudden change in Marilee's expression, Lisa bent slowly forward and placed a sympathetic kiss on her wetly parted lips, while at the same time her fingers moved like butterflies as she caressed the young woman's naked leg beneath the robe.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." Marilee moaned and tensed when she felt the tenderness of the other girl's warmly moistened lips pressed against hers. She couldn't move, she felt light-headed and dizzy, and she was shocked and surprised, yet she was unable to pull away from her. This isn't right. It isn't right! Only queers do this, oh god, why am I enjoying this so?
Lisa didn't give the young girl a chance to pull away; she continued to kiss her, gently at first, and then more passionately, her warm moist tongue probing searchingly be tween the tortured young bride's lips, bursting finally through the barrier of her teeth to snake sensuously between her lips.
Marilee wanted to get up and run away from this unwanted pleasure ripping through her pussy! She knew she should, but she was rooted to the spot; her heart was pounding and her love-starved young cunt was trembling, refusing to obey her command to escape this lesbian encounter.
Then, without breaking the kiss, Lisa moved her hand from the young woman's thigh and slowly began unfastening the top of her robe. Pushing aside the sheer cotton, she gently began kneading the soft lushness of Marilee's huge naked tits.
The gentle caressing caused the blonde to moan in protest and pleasure. With the experience born of many other such encounters, Lisa knew it was time to seriously go to work while the trembling young body was responding to the sensations that were enveloping her entire body.
Marilee's eyes were still tightly closed, and she didn't see the perverted smile of lust flicker across the redhead's face, but she felt the hands, more powerful now, begin to caress her ripely straining titties, in a wild, exciting manner. She was so lost in this forbidden rapture that she felt a twinge of dis appointment when Lisa's mouth pulled away from hers. But then, miraculously that warm wet mouth was raining gentle kisses down her throat, across her shoulder and to her nakedly exposed tits.
Marilee heard Lisa's low moan of hunger as her wetly ovaled lips closed over the erect little nipples and began a tantalizing sucking. It's so exciting, she thought hotly ... golly, so warm, so sweet ... oh, god, what is she doing?
Suddenly, Lisa felt the young reporter's wife stiffen in shock and try to squirm away. "Oh, no...." Marilee gasped, her breath coming in hoarse gasping pants. "We can't. No, you mustn't do that!"
"Why not, Marilee?" Lisa mumbled as she held the ripe young body even tighter and switched her hungry mouth to the other hotly quivering tit.
"Oh, noooo ... noooooo...." It was a feeble protest, not even believable to her own ears, a sound compounded equally of passion and minor objection as Marilee wonderingly watched the beautiful redhead sucking her tit. One hand was locked on the full left breast, the fingers working expertly at the nipple, licking it, teasing it, now squeezing it, now releasing it, working in rhythm with the fervent sucking of the right tittie.
And then, ever so slowly, the hand moved down to the hem of her robe and lifted it up over Marilee's firmly curving thighs, up to where the flimsy material was trapped beneath her smoothly curved asscheeks.
Lisa took her mouth away from the warm succulent flesh of the blonde's tittie. "Lift your legs, darling...."
Oh, no, I just can't. I know what she's going to do. She's going to kiss ... my pussy! But even as these thoughts were flickering like warning signs through her mind, her asscheeks lifted of their own accord from the bed, and Lisa quickly pulled the robe above her then and bunched it around her waist, revealing the lushly ripened nakedness of the young bride's lower body.
Then, slowly, her hands trembling with a hot eagerness, Lisa pulled apart the young blonde's long tapered legs so that one knee was bent up in the air and the other almost touching the floor. Her experienced eyes had seen the budding of the forbidden fruit as heated blood began to engorge Marilee's naked pussy and the tiny little pink clitty raised up and out of its soft furry hiding place. The wetly glistening cuntlips pouted out like those of a person whistling, and on that tender young flesh was the sheen of a new dampness. There were other signs that the blonde was becoming aroused; the fine golden cunthairs had become wetter and wetter.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmmm...." Marilee moaned as a convulsive shudder shook her body and her eyes flew open momentarily, but the white hot flame burning deep in her cunt was too overpowering for her to demand that this perverted act be stopped. Her eyes closed tightly again, but the eyelids fluttered as though she were dreaming, as pleasure shot through her ripe young body. Then, as though everything that had happened before had been just an overture to the curtain rising, the hopelessly aroused girl felt an overpowering jolt of excitement as Lisa's hand moved further up on her sensitive inner thighs.
At the same moment, Marilee's breath caught in her throat when the redhead's hot hungry lips moved down from her sex-hardened nipples, boldly down the smooth flat plane of her belly and then voraciously up onto the golden bush up between her legs. The trembling young blonde's thighs were pushed farther apart in an effort to uncover the soft pink layers of her cuntflesh. Then, great convulsive shudders of delight were coursing down her spine as the woman's knowledgeable tongue found the erect little clitty and sucked it up into her mouth!
"Oooooohhhhhh! Oooohhhhhh! Nooo!!!" Marilee said, and immediately gave lie to her words by eagerly punching her pelvis up against Lisa's face. A wave of protest ran through her as she realized what she was participating in. She knew it was wrong, but this awareness was shunted aside, and the pangs of conscience were quickly overridden by the intense sexual stimulation which effectively blocked all other emotions. Never in her whole life had she experienced such exquisite pleasure, and certainly not with her new husband! That was the difference between heaven and hell, she thought as her shamelessly aroused cunt began throbbing more and more.
Lisa buried her face in the steaming pink slit of Marilee's hotly palpitating pussy, licking and sucking as though she were starved, all the while gently running her hands up and down the smooth inner thighs, working and kneading the deep muscles and at the same time forcing her tongue further into the ecstatically quivering pussy.
Marilee's breath had increased in volume and tempo until now it was just one long rasping sound that sawed in and out of her throat in rhythm to the thrusts of the tongue of fire lapping at her cunt. She was incapable of thinking of anything else, gasping as the tongue shot into her ecstatically twitching cunt again and again, fucking her like a little red prick, bringing a rapture she had never known before!
Then, suddenly, Marilee's thighs were lifted up until her knees touched her shoulders, and Lisa buried her entire face in the young bride's warmly perfumed pussy, licking and sucking maddeningly, while her fingers plucked at the distended nipples with the ferocity of hungry birds, sending a myriad of wild sensations rippling through her entire body.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... my pussy feels soooooo gooooood...." Marilee moaned as the forbidden pleasure increased in intensity until she thought she would scream. No longer did she have the will to reist. Without ordering them to move, her hands reached out, trembling grabbed Lisa's head, and pulled it in closer to her passion-drenched pussy.
And Lisa began licking more excitedly now, and there were times when her tongue thrusts seemed to drive in as far as John's cock had ever gone. She actually jolted the young blonde's wantonly writhing cunt with each delicious wild drive inward. Marilee simply couldn't believe the intensity of the erotic sensations. Oh, it was wonderful. Nothing had ever felt this beautiful before!
The young blonde could feel the warmth spreading to the deeper muscles of her cunt, and there was a velvet electricity down there, a sensual and powerful current that arched and sparked through her body's most sensitive nerves. Marilee didn't recognize the impending cum; it was an unfamiliar feeling, so strong, so beautiful, that it was a little frightening in its intensity.
Now that glorious sensation was ballooning inside her hot naked cunt; she sought it out, chasing it, and then giving word to the sensation, she screamed, "Ah ... oh ... ah.....God! Yes! Yes! Don't stop ... don't ... don't ... ah ... AAAHHHHHHHHHH! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Wave after wave of pure heaven, almost too incredibly intense to live through, surged and rippled throughout her nakedly convulsing pussy. Instead of subsiding, it grew even greater in intensity until Marilee thought she would surely die, that every palpitating, wildly jangling nerve center was shorting out and would be useless forevermore. She was lost in the glory, and the ecstasy of her first cum, and she knew, even as it was happening, that she would never be satisfied with anything less!
Marilee had no real sense of time passing.
With the advent of her first cum, she had slipped back on the bed. There was no strength in her body-it was all as if her muscles had turned to rubber. How long she lay senselessly there, she couldn't say, but at least an hour had elapsed before a gradual awareness of being alone came over her. She put out her hand and said softly, "Lisa?" There was no answer.
Wearily, she turned over. Lisa Marks was not there. It took all her remaining strength in her body to swing her feet to the floor and stand upright. Even then, she thought she would fall into a heap on the floor. Her muscles simply refused to obey her, and her legs trembled from an intense sexual exhaustion.
"Lisa...." she called again, this time a bit louder. Only silence came to her. And then, suddenly, as it all came back, her confused young mind was blanketed by shame.
God, how could she ever face Lisa Marks? Or John?
Slowly, miserably, she made her way toward the kitchen for another drink, her mind churning with this new thing she had learned about herself. One single tear squeezed its way out of her big blue eyes.
"I must be a queer, I must be a ... a dyke
... because why else would I be able to cum when another woman licked my naked pussy-when it has never been able to cum around my own husband's cock!"
CHAPTER SIX
John hadn't come home all night and pretty Marilee Owens had never known such misery as she was going through now ... and not only that, she didn't even know where her husband was! Out of desperation, she had even run down to the drugstore and bought a copy of The Total Woman-a book that she had heard discussed on Phil Donahue. It supposedly is supposed to tell a wife how to make her husband happy. Well, it was worth a try! She had even stayed up all night reading it while she was waiting for him.
"John ... it's ... Marilee," she almost whispered into the phone, feeling her heart pounding in something close to fear. "Will you come back? I need to talk to you ... please?" It had taken all her courage to phone the paper.
The sad blonde heard his deep sigh of exasperation and then he answered, almost sharply, "Why should I bother coming home? We've tried and it's no good. It's just too hard on both of us." He sighed again and after a moment continued, "I do love you, but I'm a man and I need a responsive woman!"
Marilee was fighting tears and, throwing her pride away, with a small voice, she pleaded, "I've ... I've changed ... I love you! Please ... come back!"
"What makes you think you've changed?"
"I know I have!"
Again that sigh, but this time it sounded more weary than impatient. "Okay, Marilee! I'll see you as soon as I get this story to Ellsworth!"
Marilee was thrilled. Oh, God, she had to make it this time or nothing mattered anymore. If she couldn't respond to John's fucking then surely she couldn't respond to any other man, and she certainly didn't want to be frigid, or worse-a queer! Her entire young body shuddered in revulsion from the top of her head to her toes. There was no future in sitting her thinking dire thoughts like that, she decided abruptly, and forced herself to think of other things, happy things, like her John coming back to her!
A moment later, with the force of sheer will power alone, she was making plans. She would go to the supermarket and fix him a gourmet meal! And the most expensive bottle of wine in the liquor store ... there would be candlelight and music, and she would wear the sexiest outfit she had.
The young blonde bride was fairly beaming with a new aura of happiness as she ran into the kitchen and began going through a gourmet cookbook-one of her wedding gifts. She had always heard that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but now she knew better. At least, though, it would set the stage for the important part ... the fucking!
Marilee had just decided to make canard a Vorange when the doorbell rang. Without thinking, she answered it and then felt like slamming it in the smiling Lisa Marks' face! But she couldn't; she would just have to face her! Knowing that her face was scarlet, she kept her eyes averted from the redhead's face, looking at the floor. Oh, God, what can I say? How can I act as though she hadn't licked my naked pussy?
"Hello, Marilee honey. How are you today?" Lisa said casually, wanting the embarrassed young bride to feel at ease.
"Hello ... hello, Lisa," Marilee was dumbfounded. God, the woman was acting just like they were old friends, as if they had never been intimate with each other.
Finally, she was forced to look directly into Lisa Marks' eyes, and all she saw was fond ness and reassurance. Suddenly, some of her embarrassment evaporated, and she smiled timidly. The two women chatted for a few moments, then Lisa said, "I just wanted to see how you were, dear, and to remind you of the party we're giving Dave Buchanan. He's a fine reporter, might even win the Nobel Prize in journalism after that story. It's tomorrow night, and it'll only be a small affair, about ten people. He's a charming man, and Perry Ellsworth will be pleased as punch to see you."
"I'll have to check with John; we may not be able to make it!" Marilee said a little sadly. She was thinking more of her relationship with John than she was of what Lisa was saying.
"I saw John at the Globe and he says it's all right with him if you want to." Lisa's eyes had lost a bit of their friendliness. "You mustn't let your new husband down ... or me, either. I do need help with the party."
Suddenly, Marilee was struck by the obvious sincerity of the beautiful redhead. She smiled and nodded her head. "I'm sure we'll be there, but can I call tomorrow morning?" She didn't add that unless things went well tonight, she might not have a husband tomorrow.
As Lisa Marks said goodbye, the young blonde began thinking about their conversation. Yes, she would go to the party and do all she could to help Lisa. That would be returning the favor. Also, from now on she would go out of her way to help John's career in journalism ... that in turn would help patch up their marriage. As to meeting Tessa Hayward and that Rory Selwyn again, well, she'd see that nothing like that occurred again. This time she would stick by John all night, no matter what he did. She would be a good wife from now on.
The young bride spent a busy day shopping and nothing but happy, constructive thoughts in her head. She fairly danced as she put the groceries away and prepared the meal. Then, feeling an almost giddy anticipation, readied herself for John's arrival. She took a long relaxing bubble-bath, letting the spray of the water caress her sensuously tingling body. She felt more alive than she had ever felt since Lisa had licked her pussy. Marilee started thinking about that day again, and felt a ripple of rapidly suppressed excitement in her cunt. Dressed only in her laciest white bra and matching panties, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and assessed her perfectly proportioned figure. I do have a nice ass and such big titties, and I'm pretty too ... a real woman whose pussy can respond to a man's cock!
Marilee took a long red hostess gown from the closet and held it in front of her. That's it, I'll wear this! It had been hanging there since they had been married, and she had never worn it. He had bought it for her to wear, but she had adamantly refused because it was too revealing. It was form fitting and the fabric clung to her like a second skin. The plunging neckline, front and back, was cut so low that it was impossible to wear a bra. Marilee was far too self-conscious ever to let her huge sensuous tits hang free, thus showing her firm little nipples through the cloth.
Removing her lace-covered bra, she slipped on the gown.
"Oh! Ooooohhhh!" she gasped to herself. "I can't wear this. John can see half my titties, and the back is open all the way down to my ass!" For a long time the beautiful young bride surveyed herself in the mirror, then grim-lipped and determined, she decided to ignore her puritan attitude and wear it anyway. After all, no one but her husband would see her tonight.
Marilee had just brushed her hair into place when she heard John's key in the front door. Casting one last look in the mirror, she ran into the living room and threw herself into his arms.
The young reporter's surprised expression made Marilee burst into laughter, and his first words only added to her amusement as she pulled back away from and turned around so he could inspect her dress.
"Wow! Am I in the wrong house?" He stared in disbelief at the almost miraculous change that had been wrought in his demure little bride. "Woweeee ... baby, you turn me on just looking at you. Come here and let me hold you for a minute ... wowwwwww!"
With a quick step forward, he grabbed her lush young body in his arms and swung her around as he kissed her hungrily ... passionately.
Marilee felt such a need for her husband, that she let herself go for the first time ever, and as a result the kiss jolted throughout her sensually awakened cunt like a bolt of electricity. She had always responded, a little to John's passionate kisses even before they were married, but never anything like this breathtaking thrill that rippled downward from her wetly parted lips to ignite fires in her ripe young titties and pussy! But reluctantly she pulled her mouth away from his, feeling the blood boiling in her veins and her lips tingling from the intensity of his kiss.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...." Marilee said nervously. "At this rate we'll spoil our dinner. I want it to be perfect for you." She put her head against his chest and gently pushed him away. "I have all the things that you like. You fix a Manhattan and I'll see about dinner ... we're having canard a la' orange!"
"Mmmmmmmmm ... sounds good!" The young husband went to the bar and mixed the Manhattans as he watched her seductively swaying asscheeks disappear into the kitchen. He couldn't believe the change in his prudish bride. She actually was acting like she was really hot-to-fuck. And that goddamned dress! Tits about to fall out of it, her pussy sticking out in front as though it had been sculpted. He was dying to fuck her right now, but knew he had to play it Marilee's way for a change, if only to see if it made any difference in her reactions. I'll let her set the pace this time, but if she louses me up again....
John lounged against the dining room wall sipping his second drink as Marilee put the last dish on the table. She was vibrant, happy with her accomplishments. The candlelight glowed on her beautiful face, her sparkling blue eyes alight with something he had never seen before. He still couldn't believe the sudden change that had come over her, but he wasn't about to argue the reasons. It was good, whatever it was ... maybe, it was the miracle he had been praying for. ' With dinner behind them, they sat sipping coffe and Cointreau, not speaking, just quietly absorbing the happiness that surrounded them. John's arm encircled his lovely young bride's shoulders and pulled her tightly to him. After several minutes he whispered to her, "Darling, I'm glad I married you ... and I love you so...."
Marilee was so touched to hear these few words that she snuggled even closer, feeling secure for the first time since John came home. She never wanted this feeling to change and she knew instinctively that it was up to her to preserve it and make it grow.
"I'm so happy tonight, darling ... and I want you to know that I'll do anything to keep it this way," she said with a catch in her throat, and then artfully changed the subject.
"Lisa Marks stopped by today and she reminded me of the party for that Buchanan guy. Shall we go? I told her I'd help...."
"Fuck the party, let's you and I have a party right now." John growled playfully as he stood and pulled her to her feet. "How 'bout taking the brandy to the bedroom and finish drinking it in the sack."
Marilee felt a moment's panic, but was determined to go through with her plans, she must, or all was lost ... she would be the loser, forever!
"Oh, honey," she said quietly, and, without hesitation, walked toward the bedroom. John, picking up the liquor bottle and glasses, followed Marilee. He filled his glass but she took hers as it was and drank the last sip, nearly choking with nervousness.
Her back to her husband, the young bride started to nervously undress. Slipping her gown down over her hips, she began to blush as her huge young tits sprang to a full quivering freedom.
Oh God! I just can't get naked in front of him like this! Maybe if I kept my panties on ... and took them off under the sheet ... where he can't see my pussy. And then she sternly scolded herself, Now Marilee Owens, you stop being so shy ... other women undress in front of their husbands, and you will too! Just get used to it! But she had a fleeting impulse to run into the other bedroom and lock the door, but at the same time she felt the beginnings of a strange tingling excitement as she remembered the ecstasy of her one and only cum. John could bring her to that peak, too. She knew she was feeling the effects of a definite sexual arousal as she sensed John's eyes staring at her nakedly straining titties. Taking a deep breath, she reached down and slowly pulled the white lace panties down over her firmly curved asscheeks, down her curving thighs, and then she blushingly stepped out of them to stand completely naked and blushing.
Marilee felt a wild excitement building in her heatedly throbbing pussy as she turned toward her husband. He stook naked on the other side of the bed, tall and muscular, his dark hair slightly mussed, staring at her with a look of passionate hunger as his eyes swept over the soft perfection of her trembling young body. His long thick cock was beginning to throb into a hard-on, lifting like an artillery gun from the tufted black hair of his loins. She tried to ignore it. Oh God! It was so large, so thick ... such a heavy, awesome sight!
Suddenly, she felt faint and, without thinking, reached for the brandy glass and lifted it quickly to her lips, only then remembering that it was empty.
"Have some madeira, my dear," John quickly moved toward her with the bottle in his hand with a sensuous smile on his full lips.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... I just forgot I had drunk it," Marilee stammered. Oh No! She mustn't let him know how nervous she was. That was almost a fatal mistake, and she'd have to control her emotions from now on, or she would lose him for good.
Then, with tender determination, John reached for Marilee's nakedly ripe body and pulled her down on the bed, silencing further talk as his warm wet mouth welded tightly to hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue flicked out to probe into the soft warmth of her mouth and teased against her tongue with demanding fervor. And, at the same time, his hands were busily caressing the smooth flesh of her back to the round fullness of her buttocks, where his strong fingers kneaded and smoothed the firmly ripened mounds. He pulled her lush young body in tightly to him, against his hotly pulsing cock where it stood out between them, pressing like a crow bar into the softness of her quivering belly.
Slowly and gently, he caressed her back, trying to calm her trembling and give her courage. He whispered in her ear, "Relax, honey. I love you. Relax ... relax. I'm going to be gentle." He felt her shudder and, for a moment, thought it was because of revulsion. Not again, he thought disgustedly; he couldn't face fucking her again when she didn't respond to him, where she tried to fight him, and then just lay there cold and unmoving. But then as her tongue darted timidly into his mouth, he realized that tonight really was going to be different.
Marilee lay quietly returning the ardent kissing that her husband was raining on her mouth. She could feel his big gentle hands caressing her, and each time he reached the nakedly sensitive flesh of her ass, she felt little darts of sensual excitement flash though her nerve endings. With a sudden jolt of hope, she knew her body was gradually becoming more and more aroused.
The young reporter was encouraged as his mouth left hers, and he moved down to kiss and fondle his young wife's huge tits, reveling in the warm sweetness of her naked flesh. His hand cupped and held the full firm mound while his mouth engulfed a little pink nipple and began to suck voraciously.
Marilee, feeling the exquisite sensation rippling through her from his wet mouth against her naked titties, moaned softly, "Oh, John ... suck my tittie ... ohhhhhhhhh!"
The gasping moan inspired him to go even further and cautiously he trailed his hand down the flat plane of her belly to the sparsely curling blonde pussyhairs up between her thighs. Slowly now, not wanting to frighten her, he used his outstretched middle finger to part her wetly throbbing cunt. It was only when he felt the warm outpouring of her hot cunt juice that he realized just how aroused Marilee really was! God ... she was wet enough to fuck right now! He'd never felt her this way before!
With more courage, John began a warm gentle stroking up and down the entire hotly quivering pussy slit.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh ... oooooohhh...." Marilee drew in her breath as she felt his lewdly caressing fingertips working their tingling way into her wetly aroused cunt. She thought for a moment that she shouldn't be so willing to let him continue, but the unexpected pleasure far outweighed the proper modest attitude she had normally experienced. It was so exciting when John was considerate and understanding like he was being ... and her pussy was all hot and slicky ... just as it had been when Lisa had licked it!
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii! Aaaiiiiiiiii!" she wailed, out of control as his finger suddenly began a gentle massage of the hardened little bud of her clit. The erotic thrill surging through her quivering young cunt was absolutely fantastic, as though amplified a hundred times, a thousand times!
John slowly wormed his outstretched finger between her wetly clasping pussylips, and began a gentle fucking in and out of her heated pinkness while his thumb and forefinger teased her firmly erect clit. The resulting sensations completely overpowered her bride-like shyness, and, before she realized what she was doing, the hopelessly aroused young blonde was thrusting her naked cunt up against his cunt-exciting finger.
Oh God, she's excited, John's mind raced hotly and he could hardly keep his body in control. Christ! She had never acted this way before. Her pussy was so hot that she was almost begging him to fuck her! That knowledge was a goad to him, and he knew that he would soon be lost in his own passion. His hugely pulsating cock stood out straight from his loins, the lust-swollen tip only inches away from her nakedly spread cunthole.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Marilee started to moan, a low continuous sound of wanton hunger that excited the young husband beyond belief. It was all he could do to keep from thrusting forward and fucking his long thick hardness into the tender pink cunt. But he retained control of himself, knowing that such a move would probably destroy the enthusiastic response she was showing.
Suddenly, his outstretched middle finger fucked harder and faster into the tiny hole of her wetly clasping cunt, while his thumb and forefinger continued to roll the erect little clitty between them like someone playing with a cigarette filter tip.
"Ooooohhhhh! Oh, Johnny!" Marilee moaned wantonly. Her aroused pussy felt as if it was on fire, and with a thrill she realized that this time she really wanted her husband to put his cock inside her pussy and fuck it! And suddenly it was more than just a want ... it had become a wantonly raving desire!
"Uuuuooooohhhhhhhh ... I want ... darling ... I want you to fuck my cunt," she said timidly, undulating her naked pussy up and down, "Ooooohhhhhhhh! Hurry!"
Oh, my God! Marilee was actually begging him to fuck her!
John simply couldn't believe it! This eagerly squirming blonde couldn't be the same frigid woman who had manufactured headaches, pains, fatigue and other imaginary ills as an excuse to avoid being fucked. He couldn't believe it, but he wasn't going to question the change in her. I'm going to stick my cock in that hot little pussy before she changes her mind. Oh, God, am I ever!
Quickly, John used his knees to lever her trembling thighs wide apart, then slowly and ever so gently he guided the lust-swollen head of his cock toward her nakedly spread cunt. Her expectantly quivering body jerked as his heated cock-head touched the sensitive lips of her curl-rimmed young pussy. Just the feel of her warm sticky cunt-juices down there almost triggered his cum; he was too excited, would have to calm down, or he would cum before he ever got inside her.
Slowly, John pressed his massively swollen cock against her hotly writhing cuntlips, and suddenly, Marilee's whole body went into contortions when she felt the first twinge of pain as the huge blunt prick forced her now moistly flowing outer pussylips all the way open! Shuddering, she sank away as the tip of his prick slid hotly through, stretching the small entrance until her legs were forced wide-open from the sheer outward pressure, and her cuntwalls felt stretched to the bursting.
"Oh, John! Oh, God ... your prick is going to hurt my pussy ... it's so huge!"
"Take it easy, honey ... just relax and it'll be all right ... I won't hurt you ... trust me, baby, please," John crooned to her quietly, like a person trying to soothe a frightened child.
"Ugh ... ughhhhhhhhh!" Marilee moaned up into his face, and slowly the pained expression passed from her lovely features. As she relaxed, the pain gradually receded to be replaced with a pleasurable tingling sensation that rippled outward from her cock-stuffed cunt to shoot up her spine and cascade out to the throbbing tips of her huge naked tits. Then, as John slowly fucked his hotly throbbing prick in and out of her wide-split pussylips, she began a slow rocking movement up and down, eagerly slapping against his thickly throbbing prick.
"Oooooohhhh ... mmmmpppphhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed.
The young reporter couldn't believe it! Marilee was actually fucking him back, and her tight little pussy was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt in his life!
Something obviously had happened to her that he couldn't understand, but he wasn't going to refuse a gift like this. He eased his hips forward, not wanting to hurt her, but the wetly nibbling mouth of her cunt seemed to clasp and suck at his prick as if to gobble it into her. "Oooohhhhh ... uuuggghhhhh ... honey, suck my prick like that with your wet pussy ... oooohhhhh!"
John's prick drove up her, tightly at first, then her inner cunt walls seemed to slowly expand to accommodate his hugeness for the first time since they had been married. He fucked into the velvety softness up between her wide-opened cunt as their pelvic bones and flesh slapped resoundingly together, and Marilee was straining back under him, arching her naked pussy up to meet his cock, his cum-bloated balls whacking into the split crevice of her asscheeks and taunting her tiny puckered asshole with every lewd wet thrust.
"Ooooohhhh ... aaaiiiiiiiiiii!" she moaned incessantly, and, as her passion mounted, her long fingernails began feverishly raking the flesh of his nakedly perspiring back and asscheeks. "Aaaahhhh ... uhhhhh ... so beautiful ... your dick is so nice ... fucking up my cunny ... aiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhhhh ... oooohhh!"
Marilee clung tightly to her young husband and then, if that were not enough, wrapped her long legs up around him, her thighs squeezing his ass, slackening and clamping, while her hungrily pumping pussy slid up and down on his cunt-splitting cock like a wild-woman.
Wild spasms and waves of pure passion rippled through her nakedly jerking body, fusing with his own lust-maddened craving, urging him onward to an even faster rhythm. Marilee was now so heatedly aroused that her naked, sweating asscheeks were lifting high off the bed to meet each inward fuck he made deep into her steaming little pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ahhhhh...." she chanted through wide-open mouth and lust-flared nostrils. "John ... so good ... aaahhhh...." her eyes widened and she began wantonly writhing her hips, seeking to have his cock scrape every nerve ending inside her quivering blonde cunt. "Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhhh ... oohhhhhh...." she squealed mindlessly, her long blonde hair flailing from side to side. Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...!"
Her young husband had been about to go out of his mind for the last couple of minutes. He had to cum or his goddamned balls would burst with the power of his boiling cum! Thinking Marilee was on the verge of cumming too, he blurted out, "I'm cumming ... Marilee! Aaaaaiiiiii! Now ... nowwww ... I'm ccccuuummminnnnnggggg!" He fucked forward, even deeper than before, and stiffened, his huge thick cock lurched once, and then it was wildly jerking as the impatient white hot jism burst from the tip of his prick.
Marilee felt his heatedly spewing cum beginning to spurt and full her entire cunt and he continued to pulsate inside her as his wetly flowing cock-juices ran down her frantically trembling legs.
"Aaaaaiiiiiii! Ooooohhhh!" She was so hot she was about to die, she wanted to scream, to kick her husband! She wanted more, she wasn't ready for him to cum! Not yet! Didn't he know that she hadn't cum? Oh God! Couldn't he have waited just a few minutes more?
Marilee was almost in tears when John grunted, "Oh, sweetheart, that was so good, wasn't it?" Then folding her sweat streaked body gently to his chest he said sleepily, "You tired?" And then, a moment later, started snoring loudly.
Knowing it was completely hopeless to want him to satisfy her still hot pussy, she quietly watched the sleeping face of her handsome young husband. It was only then that she permitted the tears to flow. Now she knew the truth. It was her. The worst fears in her mind had been confirmed. It was her! John thinks he can satisfy me ... thinks that I came, but all he did was get my pussy so hot I can hardly stand it! How could he do this to me, his own wife? My cunt is so hot I want to scream ...!
NASSAU
Another attack by a great white shark has been reported, for the second time this month, off the coast of Rose Island, on Black Palm Beach, some thirty miles south of Nassau.
The victim, a twenty-three year old male, Daniel B. Scott, of May Bay Florida, has been reported in fair condition at St. Marks Hospital in Nassau. The waters of the Bahamas offer much to attract skin-divers, spear fishermen, underwater photographers, and diving clubs. Early this morning, the Posidens, a diving class of about fifteen people, had been working for their advance certificates off a chartered boat anchored over a coral reef approximately 2 1/4 miles farther out to sea on the east.
According to one witness, Scott dove down into the clear blue depths beyond in a full black wetsuit, flippers, and carried yellow scuba tanks. Only his hands and face were exposed. He was down for approximately ten minutes, and upon returning to the surface, he removed his mouthpiece and raised his mask to his forehead.
"He was only about twenty-five yards from the Lady Fuch," a diving companion recounted to N.Y.G. reporter, John Owens. "And then ... then he just disappeared! It was just awful!"
Scott recounts from his bed at St. Marks: "I felt a weird yank on my foot, you know? I thought it was my diving buddy telling me he was there ... and then, God, I noticed a whole lot of blood in the water and ... I'll never forget it ... I swear as long as I live ... there was this huge grey-black split-tail spinning in the water with me ... blood everywhere, and that was the moment I knew it was a shark.
"I felt it let go of my ribs, and I felt it grab onto my foot. By that time I was gasping for air. Then the thing pulled me under, but not before I managed to cry out for help. I started stabbing the thing in the nose, the body, anyplace I could, like by that point, I knew it was either him or me. And I could feel it thrashing and biting all the way down my ankle as I started stabbing it with my spear gun. If I hadn't had that, I'd be a piece of fish bait," Scott concluded.
According to witnesses, Scott inflated his life vest, although he doesn't remember doing so. Apparently this, coupled with the effects of being stabbed by a spear-gun and the movements made by the approach of another diver, Joe Cantwell, caused the great white to release his deadly grip and depart. Witnesses onboard the Lady Fuch estimate the shark to have been between 13-16 feet in length. Scott's diving partner grabbed the victim's tank and pulled him back to the boat, where first aid was given. Shortly afterwards, Scott was picked up by a Coast Guard Helicopter and taken to hospital.
John Owens sighed, and wiped his forehead. What a way to go. The kid was lucky he didn't get his arm ... or leg ... or goddamned balls bitten off! According to the hospital, he was going to have a few scars, but at least the guy was in a whole piece.
The young reporter lit a cigarette and put the paper back in the typewriter, but his heart wasn't really into working. He was thinking about Marilee. He just couldn't understand his lovely young bride. Here he had been, just about to give up on her, and then what happens, she gets hot-cunted! It could be him though. Maybe because he had such good sex with Lisa Marks and Tessa Hayward, that it's easier for me to get her pussy all hot! Might need gentleness instead of the old style that a lot of women get into. But what the hell does she expect when he hadn't fucked a real woman ever since they had been married!
Johns thoughts were interrupted by Ellsworth walking in.
"Busy, Owens?' the editor of the paper sighed as he slouched down into a chair. "It's been one goddamned day."
"Sure has," the young reporter replied.
The older man leaned forward, a friendly smile on his face. "Say, Owens, I just spoke with my gal on the phone and she says you're coming to the party tonight for Dave Buchanan. I've known Buchanan for a long time and he's a good journalist. He's going to win the Pulitzer, you can bet your ass. Glad you decided to come."
"Marilee and I decided last night we'd like to come tonight," John countered, not knowing what his editor was leading up to.
"Yes! I think it's a good decision. It never hurts a man when his wife gets involved with his career. Sometimes it even helps him." Ellsworth said subtly.
"I know. It's just that ... well ... Marilee's a loner. She's shy and timid, doesn't mix easily with other people," John said defensively, abruptly knowing now what Ellsworth was leading up to. Crap, he thinks Marilee fucks around like Tessa and Lisa! Suddenly the earlier enthusiasm drained out of him. It could be a bad scene tonight. Marilee had left the last one after only an hour, hard to tell what she would do this time.
"Well, your new wife has been a little unfriendly, but if all goes well tonight, I think we can forgive her. After all, she's young. If she's friendly with Buchanan, we should have no problems putting you onto some real hot stories. You're a good man and it'd be a shame to see you doing second hand crap like this all the time," Ellsworth waved his hand in the direction of the typewriter and a certain change of expression on his rough features made the statement almost a warning.
"It'd be a good idea if she's especially nice to my buddy ... if you know what I mean," Perry Ellsworth said as he quickly lifted himself from the chair and walked away.
John's eyebrows were screwed up in worry and perplexed thought as his eyes followed the older man. Well, there goes my career. I know Marilee and she won't be nice to anyone just for my career. Sometimes I think she wants me to fail in journalism completely. I wish I didn't have to tell Marilee to be nice to anyone, but she's the only one who can give me the help I need. Besides, the old bastard might as well have come right out and said that if we don't show up, he'll have me bounced off the paper; but if I show up and be a good boy while some asshole is fucking Marilee, then my career is a sure thing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
John Owens was still grouchy and getting more edgy by the minute when he got home that evening.
Marilee was just stepping out of the tub when John ambled in the door and headed straight for the liquor. He needed a drink badly after a day like this.
Marilee, wrapped in a big towel around her and quickly darted into the bedroom to dress. John was home earlier than expected, and she wasn't ready for him.
"I'm here, honey. Be ready in a minute!" she yelled as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
With a whiskey and soda in his hand, the troubled young husband went looking for his wife. Marilee was partially dressed when he opened the bedroom door. He looked at her long tapering legs rising up to her smoothly curved asscheeks and said teasingly, "Let's stay home tonight and have our own party. You look good enough to eat, honey!"
Marilee blushed at his statement, and murmured in embarrassment, "You'll have plenty of time for partying with me. Better show up and keep the boss happy, or that old son-of-a-gun will have you kicked right out of the paper." Marilee was smiling, but she didn't feel like it. She felt a heaviness at the thought of having to go to this party. Perry Ellsworth's pawing hands and dirty vulgar comments were more than enough to fill her with dread. Of course, what did it matter anyway, she didn't care anymore. Might as well pretend to be happy and keep John in good spirits. It isn't his fault that he can't satisfy me. I guess I can't cum unless a woman makes me!
Marilee shuddered and forced her mind away from the horrifying thought that had been plaguing her since last night as John continued to watch her dressing. She reminded him of the time when he left the room to commence his shower and dress for the party.
Coming back in the bedroom about half an hour later, the young husband gasped in stunned surprise. Marilee had dressed in a revealing red dress that had a plunging neckline which enticingly disclosed the deep cleavage between her huge young tits! She was standing in front of a mirror, combing her hair and every once in a while casting a dubious glance at her dress. She looked somewhat uncertain as she asked, "Do you think it's too tight?"
"Hell no!" exclaimed her husband as he rolled his wide eyes open. "It's not a bit too tight ... just right in fact, honey, for I can see that nice little ass of yours."
The young reporter laughed loudly at his deeply shocked young wife and continued. "I'm only teasing honey. You look absolutely gorgeous ... and sexy as hell," he said promptly.
Marilee didn't quite know how to take her husband, sometimes, but tonight she might as well look sexy, if it made him happy. Staring at his wife, John was thinking as he dressed about how pleased he was with the change in her. He had always wanted her to dress like this, she had the figure to wear revealing clothes. When other men looked at her, they had a look of hunger, almost jealousy, on their faces, and that pleased him. Like any young man, he was always proud to be accompanied by such a voluptuously beautiful woman.
The party was already in full swing when the young couple arrived. Lisa Marks answered the door, and her eyes popped open in surprised pleasure as she saw the young blonde's seductive outfit!
"Marilee, my dear, and John ... come in! Come in! Let me introduce you around to the people you don't know."
Marilee and John were steered across the room while Lisa made the presentation. "You know Rory and Tessa of course." Marilee stiffened for a moment as she saw the woman who had been so lewdly engaged on the stairwell during the last party, but then thought, What the hell, I don't need to talk to them anyway.
While Marilee was being introduced around, she let her eyes roam over the people and then settle on the only man in the room she had not met, He was an older man, but of great stature, with a mass of steel-gray hair, suntanned leathery skin, and the most handsome infectious smile she had ever seen. He had well developed muscular shoulders and narrow trim hips. She was immediately impressed with his physical appearance. For an older man, he was well preserved with not a sign of fat on him. She heard Lisa saying, "Come with me now, and meet Dave Buchanan."
"Dave, may I present John Owens and his beautiful new bride, Marilee."
"Hello, Mr. Buchanan," John said. "It's all right, John, you can drop the Mister."
After shaking hands with each of them, the guest of honor smoothly shifted between the young couple, and with his back to John, took Marilee's arm and steered her across the room to the bar patting her hand and saying, "Marilee? Okay Marilee, let's get you a drink so you can catch up with the rest of us, my dear."
"Oh, please no, Dave, I don't drink anyway," Marilee answered.
Dave Buchanan was pleased with Perry Ellsworth and his choice of a young blonde to entertain him at the party. He pulled Marilee's luscious body tightly against him and murmured, "Aw, come on, baby, please have one drink with me."
"Okay, but just a small one," Marilee said, her voice betraying her intense nervousness. She had been here less than five minutes and already she was being pawed.
Dave Buchanan moaned hotly under his breath. Of all the luck, she's one of those whining little cunts who don't know what it's all about. Lisa said she was shy, but she didn't say she was uptight too. Sometimes I wonder if the end results are worth the work it takes to break them down. Then, as he handed her the drink, he lifted his glass, "Here's to my career."
Suddenly, Marilee caught a glimpse of the look of desire in the older man's eyes, and felt a cold wind of terror pass over her body. She sipped her drink slowly, and distastefully as his eyes lingered on her titties and lips.
Dave Buchanan had never seen such a beauty. Dressed in that outfit she's enough to make a guy's cock get hard just looking at her, he thought. Her huge sensuous tits were almost falling out of the top of her skin-tight dress. Maybe she is worth all the work after all, I'm sure of it! Just look at those tits and that sweet little pussy, Jesus! If I don't get away from her I'm gonna cream right here and now!
"Pardon me for a minute, Marilee dear," he stammered apologetically. "I see Perry and I'd like to discuss an assignment with him."
Hurriedly, Dave Buchanan strode across the room and began to speak quietly with the editor as though they were discussing important matters.
Marilee stared disinterestedly at the two men as she stood motionless with a half empty glass of whiskey and soda. Her eyes moved to other couples standing in pairs and small groups, arms around each other and laughing uproariously when someone told a dirty joke. She had never known such crude people before, and she really disliked being one of them. She had noticed a couple locked in an embrace slowly ease into the hallway and disappear. She was sure they were up to no good. She was not aware that anyone was watching her until she felt an arm encircle her waist.
"What's wrong, honey?" Ellsworth asked her. "Aren't you having a good time? I've been neglecting you, but I thought my old buddy Buchanan was taking care of you."
"I'm all right, Perry," Marilee murmured. "It's just that I don't seem to fit in at your parties. Lisa is so kind to me and, and all I do is spoil her parties it seems!"
"Of course, you fit in," he responded with a grin. "It might take a little getting used to."
Marilee knew the purpose of being here was to keep Ellsworth happy so he'd help John get better assignments. Also, Lisa was her friend, and she should be grateful enough at least to try to relax and have a good time, but she couldn't. Nevertheless, she had to pretend. She moved slightly, trying to move away from his arm and answered with a smile, "I guess so, Perry, and I'll try."
But the older man only moved in closer and pulled her tightly to his chest. Marilee looked up at his leering face to tell him to let go o her, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Perry Ellsworth abruptly leaned down and kissed her full on her half open lips.
Marilee struggled to pull away without making a scene, but the editor was kissing her passionately, trying to snake his long tongue into her mouth. Marilee was trembling with anger when she finally pulled free.
"Stop it!" Marilee hissed angrily. "I'm not that kind of woman. I love John!"
Perry stared angrily at her for a moment, then shrugged and walked away saying, "You fucking bitch! If that's the way you want it, then you have no one to blame but yourself when your husband's covering a hardware convention in the Bronx."
Marilee was so furious she wanted to run after him and scratch his eyes out. Oooohhhh! she had to get away from this evil apartment as fast as she could.
First, though, she had to find John and tell him she just couldn't go through with it. She and her husband didn't belong with these vile people from the paper. The editor had actually had enough gall to make advances toward her. If that's the kind of career in journalism John wanted, then he would have to count her out and find another way to get it. She was through ... she didn't need these people, and he didn't either, if it meant doing things just to please these creeps. And if John expected her to do everything, then he would be better off with a professional whore who had no scruples whatsoever!
Marilee moved nervously around the room looking for her young husband, but she couldn't see him. He might be on the balcony getting a breath of fresh air, but she was afraid to go out there again. She might not get off as easily this time if Perry Ellsworth or one of those other crude beasts caught her alone.
So, she wandered through the door into the deserted hallway, gradually working her way to the back wing of the large apartment. The young blonde had almost give up hope when she heard subdued voices coming from a partially open door on her right. Marilee had started to turn away when she instinctively halted, all of the warning signals in her mind at full alert. The only light in the room was coming from a candle on the bedside table, casting a sensual pink glow on everything. Marilee stiffened as she heard a wanton cry, and her eyes suddenly focused on two nakedly entwined people on the bed. Then, with a start, she recognized the girl! The nakedly moaning woman was her friend, Lisa Marks!
Marilee gasped in shocked surprise. Lisa's making love with a man! Marilee had started to slowly close the door, when suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the man's face. Oh my God! It's John! She wanted to scream, wanted to run forward and yank them apart but with revulsion and despair shaking her body, she could only stand transfixed, as if rooted to the spot. Unable to move, she felt all her hopes and dreams draining from her just as though someone had opened a tap in her soul.
The reason for her despair was there in front of her as she stood in stunned horror, for she saw the redhead lying nakedly spread-eagled on the bed. Her sensually mature body was motionless except for a back and forth rolling of her head that whipped her red hair softly over her ecstasy-contorted face. That was bad enough in itself, but the worst part of all was John kneeling nakedly between her widespread legs and noisily running his lips and tongue up and down her pussy!
Marilee saw John's mouth now poised over the visible pink bud of Lisa's clitty, his thumbs pressed into the curl-rimmed outer folds of her cuntlips. Moaning with abandoned lust as his tongue snaked out to flick wetly across her quivering pussy, the wildly aroused older woman reached down, grabbed the young reporter's hair, and pulled his face tighter into her fevered cunt. As she mewled in wanton pleasure, her voluptuously curving hips began to writhe and contort like a belly dancer's.
Marilee's stunned and disbelieving eyes slowly moved down her husband's body to where she could see his massively throbbing cock protruding from the curly black hair at his loins. She could hardly breathe, the pain in her aching heart and swollen throat was so great. My husband was doing a horrible perverted thing like that to Lisa Marks. How could be be so awful after what we had together last night. I was wrong about her too. Lisa Marks is no friend of mine, and neither is my husband. They're animals and they're all trying to drag me down with them, and I won't go!
Backing away from the half open door, her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, she ran blindly down the hallway into the living room, straight into the arms of Dave Buchanan.
"Wwoooohhhhhh, what kind of boogey men are after you?" he crooned good naturedly as he put a fatherly arm around her shoulders. Then he looked closely at her expression and his face became stern. "Something's wrong. You'd better tell me all about it, my dear. You're white as a ghost."
Marilee, pale as a sheet and trembling in a combination of despair and anger said, "Oooohh ... ohhh ... you don't know what these awful people are like ... you don't know what's going on. They are having orgies at the Globe's parties. They are immoral and do perverted things ... they are not fit to be...." The last was spilled out as she put her hands up to her face to hide the sudden tears.
"Marilee? Are you sure? What makes you think you're right? Have you seen it happening? Have you been involved in these perverted acts you speak of?" The famous reporter questioned her in rapid succession, his voice full of concern.
"Yes, I'm sure. I can show you if you want me to," Marilee choked out the words.
Dave Buchanan had to think fast. It was a dangerous situation to have a reporter's wife complaining to some other paper about the morals of the Globe's reporters and staff. Ellsworth wouldn't like it. Cajolingly, he said to the vindictive young woman, "All right, if you are sure, then you'd better come with me and tell me all about it. Let's get you a drink to settle you down and then you come with me to some place where we can be alone."
Dave, his arm around her trembling shoulders, led her to the bar where he had the bartender give her a triple shot of whiskey, then he directed the distraught young wife to the library.
Marilee scanned the room and saw it was dimly lit by a single overhead light that cast dark shadows in all of the corners. There was a desk and chair in one corner, a piano and a television set, and instead of a divan or sofa, in one corner there was an area of about eight feet built up approximately twelve inches from the floor, and topped by six inches of foam rubber padding. The pad was covered with a red velvet and had several small comfortable cushions against the wall for a back rest. The older man took her over to the area and gently eased her back on it. By then, Marilee's tears had partially subsided, and now the anger had begun to roll over. She was going to tell Buchanan everything! She was going to tell him how Perry Ellsworth had tried to bribe her into taking part in his horrible orgies, and then this prize-winning reporter might write something about it to make the public aware of the morality of the New York Globe! There was nothing she wanted more than to get even with that filthy man and his sluttish girlfriend who had licked her pussy, then betrayed her by seducing John. If confessing everything to Dave Buchanan meant the end of her husband's reporting, then that was just too bad. John would have brought it all on himself.
"Now, Marilee, tell me what you know about this and I'll take it from there. What about this accusation you've made against the paper?" Dave Buchanan asked in a fatherly manner.
"I saw Lisa Marks and my ... my husband ... in a bedroom ... and they were naked ... and...." Marilee stammered in embarrassment. It was hard to talk about the awful thing she had seen them doing. "I saw them ... I saw my husband ... and I hate him-I hate him."
"You must tell me what they were doing, Marilee, so I can judge whether it's as serious as you say it is. Was your husband fucking Lisa Marks?" The older man used the lewd word skillfully.
"OH!" Marilee gasped in shock and confusion. "What difference does it make what they were doing? It was a vile perverted act!"
"Now look here, Marilee, you have accused these newspaper people of sexual orgies and performing perversions. The least you can do is explain what you mean. You've got to consider this as an informal court inquiry," he said in an annoyed voice.
"I can't use those dirty words, but I saw them. Lisa was naked and lying on her back. John was down there, he had his head between her legs, and he was ... he was down there.
Oh, it was awful ... it was terrible ... so dirty!" Marilee struggled to speak.
"Ah-ha! You mean he was licking her pussy!" he queried.
Marilee was jolted at the vulgar words the prize-winning journalist was using to her, and she considered calling the whole thing off. She just wanted to be left alone, to forget the whole thing; but at the same time, his obscene words sent lewdly tingling tremors of unwanted excitement through her pussy. She wondered if the handsome older man was like the rest of them here at the party. What if he was? Here she was in a room completely alone with him! The wisest thing to do would be to get out of here now before she had the chance to find out what kind of man he really was. But suddenly, she felt Dave Buchanan's arms tighten around her shoulders and pull tightly toward his aroused body.
"Marilee, you didn't answer me. I'd think that you wouldn't want to make complaints against the editor of the New York Globe and his staff simply because your own husband is involved with one of his girl friends. There's a better way of getting even with your young husband, of paying him back for humiliating you this way. Besides, it's not as much trouble as getting involved with a scandal."
"What do you mean?" Marilee asked with concern. "I don't think I could ever get even with him for committing adultery. Nothing could ever even that score ... not for what he is doing right now." Her dejection was obvious from the slumped shoulders and the abject way her eyes were cast on the floor.
"Sure you can, honey, you can do the same thing he's done. You can give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, if the husband does it, why not the wife?" Dave whispered suggestively to the heartbroken young bride.
"Oh! No! I couldn't...." Marilee's shocked answer came out in a croak.
"Why not?" he responded quickly. "You can say you caught your husband licking Lisa's cunt. What do you think he's going to do next?"
"Please ... I don't want to hear it. I hate him ... but I can't do something like that," Marilee cringed.
"Well, honey, your marriage is ruined anyway. You don't want a husband that does perverted vulgar things, do you? So, what are you going to do? Give up without a fight?"
"I don't know ... I don't know ... oh, God!" she sobbed, and was so lost in her grief and bitterness that she didn't resist as the older man pulled her close to his chest and began patting her back comfortingly. A moment later, his hand dropped and began making smooth caressing motions from her shoulder blades to her hips. Marilee was lost in a sea of anguish, and made no effort to stop him as his hand dipped even lower and began a gentle stroking of her smoothly curved asscheeks.
What does it matter? she thought dully. I've always been a good girl, kept myself pure and moral and where does it get me? A husband that licks other women's pussies! Maybe that's the way it's done these days. No one gives a damn about tenderness and love anymore. Why shouldn't I let another man fuck me? I'll show that bastard husband of mine that I don't care. I'll get his goddamned career going for him, and then he can just go to hell! I'll let Perry Ellsworth fuck me ... that's obviously what he wants! Marilee sniffed and struggled out of the older man's grasp.
"You're right, you're absolutely right. That'll hurt him more than anything else I can do. I know who I can do it with too. I'm sorry I wasted your time, but I know exactly what to do now," Marilee said firmly and turned to go.
Dave Buchanan had been watching her face while she was quietly making her decision. Now he stood up alongside her. He wasn't about to let her go find some other cock when he had been the one who talked this luscious little piece into it.
But, before she could object, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began heatedly kissing her neck and shoulders before moving up to her ear. As he snuggled her in close to him he murmured, "Let's you and I show him ... let's teach that young man of yours a lesson. I'll be your friend, and I'll help you get back at him."
Marilee was startled at the words the man was saying, and for a moment she wanted to bolt and run, but then she thought ... why not ... Buchanan was as good as anyone, besides, he was famous. It would even be better this way, and the reporter was a nicer man than that crude bastard, Perry Ellsworth.
While the young bride was battling it out in her mind, Buchanan wasn't wasting any time. He cuddled her voluptuous young body in even closer; then, with his free hand under her chin, he lifted her troubled face up to his and kissed her wetly parted lips, salty from her tears. He kissed her harshly, his tongue forcing its way through the barrier of her lips and teeth before darting inside her soft warm mouth.
Momentarily frightened, Marilee tried to escape him by squirming her head aside and drawing it far back, but the older man's warmly eager lips followed her. She wanted to scream and run, but then she reminded herself that it had been her decision to do this horrible thing. Knowing it was too late and that she would have to go through with it, the young blonde gradually forced herself to accept his fevered kisses.
Almost at once, the fire that his lips and wetly probing tongue had ignited began to spread throughout her trembling young cunt, and she could feel the tender ache in her little pink nipples. Abruptly, it all became very exciting, the erotic sensation was pervading her whole love-starved body as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth, sending rippling thrills that cascaded down to collect in the pit of her belly.
Dave Buchanan felt the trembling young blonde gradually relaxing in his arms as she began returning his kisses. Encouraged, he slowly forced her back down to the velvet pad on the floor, not once removing his mouth from hers. She had begun to shyly play with his tongue now, meeting it, darting away, building up in an urgency that even he could feel in her suddenly quivering young body. Moving slowly, gently, so that he wouldn't frighten her, he dropped his hand to the warm flesh of her nylon-encased thigh.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Marilee gasped and stiffened, then tightly clamped her legs together as Dave ran his lewdly exploring hands up and under her flimsy skirt, caressing her smooth firm thighs and asscheeks. Immediately he was pressing her back full length on the foam rubber padding, and grinding his lust-inflamed body against her. The young blonde wife could feel the stone-like hardness beneath his pants rubbing ruthlessly against her thigh. With a shock, she abruptly realized that her pussy was sopping wet and she recognized immediately that something about this bizarre scene was exciting her sexually ... exciting her as much as Lisa Marks' perverted pussy-licking had done. Was it the drinks she had had, or was she actually responding to a man other than her husband? She knew the answer to that. She was aroused ... aroused to the point where she actually wanted this older man to fuck her ... bring her to the same peak of excitement as John had ... and then push her on to cum as Lisa Marks had. Oh please, she thought, help me become a woman, a real woman!
Dave Buchanan grinned lustfully down at her, sensing the torment of uncertainty she was experiencing and he was enjoying every minute of it.
"All right, let's get naked. We can't do much with our clothes on, can we?" he asked, still not completely sure of her.
Slowly the blonde stood up and reached for the zipper of her sexy dress. Get it over with as fast as possible Marilee Owens, and then get out. My life is finished anyway. The man I love has betrayed me, so why shouldn't I become an adulteress!
A shiver of wanton excitement shook her lushly ripened body as the word adulteress echoed through her mind. Then she was sliding the zipper down all the way and stepping out of her dress before she could change her mind. As she reached for the clasp on her bra, she glanced timidly toward the older man and gasped in shock and surprise. Dave Buchanan already was standing completely naked and was watching her with a hungry leer on his handsome face. He was practically drooling at the mouth as she reached to unfasten the hooks, his long hard cock standing menacingly out from his loins!
Marilee stood in transfixed horror as she realized what she was actually doing. Fear jolting her inexperienced young body, she panicked at the sight of his huge thick prick.
"No, no ... I can't ... no I can't...." she gasped as she reached for her dress. She had to get out of here fast ... that huge long thing would kill her!
Grabbing her dress from her hands, the enraged older man flung it to the floor and said angrily, "Get the rest of your clothes off, you little bitch. Take them off or I'll take them off for you. You need to be fucked by a man that knows how to handle a tight little cunt like you baby. So get ready!"
Desperately trying to cover her nakedness with widespread hands, Marilee cringed in abject fear, "No, no, I'm sorry! I can't go through with it. Let me go!"
"Bullshit, you bitch, you're really going to be sorry if you don't get the rest of those clothes off. I said I'm going to fuck you and I do mean FUCK!" the formidable older man shouted.
Marilee sobbed with mortification as, with trembling fingers, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Then her ripely quivering body sagged with defeat as she peeled her little white lace panties down over her whitely trembling asscheeks and thighs. They fell to the floor in a wilted heap, and with head hanging in surrender and tears streaming from her eyes, she stood completely naked and shaking helplessly. She was stiff with fright as he pulled her unyielding body toward him and began caressing her nakedly trembling titties with their tiny pinkish nipples. Slowly, the powerful older man forced her down onto the cushion and, with one knee, spread her legs apart, as he stared hungrily at her defenseless little pussy.
Marilee closed her eyes in deep shame, the tears flowing freely, knowing it was too late now. This man was going to fuck her, he was going to stick his thick cock up between her legs, was going to cum inside her, making her an adulteress, and there was nothing she could do about it. The helpless young bride's shame and humiliation was almost too much to bear. She made another futile attempt to fight against what was happening to her, pleading to the lust-inflamed reporter.
"Don't ... please don't ... I don't want to get even with my husband ... don't make me! Oh God! Don't touch me there, don't!"
"Too late, baby, you agreed to fuck me to get revenge, and you can't go back on your word now. I said I'm going to fuck you and fuck you good. As a matter-of-fact, before I'm through you'll be begging me. Now get those legs spread wide for Davey."
Marilee shuddered in fear and repulsion as the prize-winning reporter leaned forward and began wetly kissing her naked shoulder and licking his long snake-like tongue down, down across her soft white tittie to the now hardening little pink nipples.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she gasped at the pain/pleasure as he licked and sucked until she wanted to scream. She didn't want to respond but, overriding her shame and fright, she could feel a delicious trembling in her cunt that was similar to what she had felt last night when John had fucked her.
Suddenly, Marilee felt a slight twitch up between her legs, and almost frantically she pressed them tightly together to try and stop the maddening sensations which were rippling outward from her sensually awakened pussy to engulf her entire body.
While his mouth stayed glued to her huge naked tit, Buchanan's hand moved down to her stomach and lingered caressingly for a moment, slowly moving lower and lower until his fingers touched the downy silk of her sparsely curling cunt hairs. The naked young bride was tingling all over, and the anticipation of what he was going to do was almost too much to bear! She closed her eyes for one long moment, trying to stop the rapidly mounting feeling of arousal that his questing hand was instilling in her.
The warmth of his gently caressing fingers seemed to be searing her skin, but when she moved slightly to the side, he only sucked more harshly on her now tender nipple. Then she felt his outstretched middle finger moving on her, moving downward between her legs as it traced the wet pink slit of her naked cunt.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Marilee squirmed and shivered with fear and then stiffened, her eyes wide in fright, as she felt his finger slipping into the opening between her wetly throbbing cuntlips. Another low groan escaped her as the older man insinuated his finger deeper and deeper inside her warmly moistened cunt. Now, she began to feel a strangely delicious agitation that for a moment almost made her forget all her embarrassment!
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooooh!" Marilee moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and rapidly growing sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her hot little cunt trembling as it sought to rise up and against his lewdly probing middle finger. She didn't want to respond, she didn't want it to happen with this near stranger! Oh God, if he must finger my naked pussy, then I hope I will become numb and not feel a thing except pain, which I deserve as my punishment!
Wiggling her naked young asscheeks down into the cushion, Marilee sought to escape the tantalizing finger and the hot mouth locked so hungrily on her huge tits. Her moan was changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted her aroused pussy, gently fucking into it several times, then parting the curling blonde cunt hairs to make sudden electrifying contact with the tiny pulsing bud of her erect clitty. She felt the warm moisture of excitement seeping from that throbbing center up between her legs, welling up from the unwanted and forbidden arousal that now filled her whole consciousness. She clenched her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure ... no! She would not succumb to the exciting feelings building within her, she just wouldn't. It was so wrong! So terribly wrong! She was a married woman now. And I was about to break my sacred vows to become an adulteress, she thought, or worse, she was doing it for revenge!
Marilee suddenly knew she couldn't let this lusting man do these things to her. What kind of simple-minded thinking had she been doing. She had to stop him even if he killed her!
Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.
"Ooooooh! Nooooooooo!" she snarled up at him. "Stop it ... stop!"
The sudden force of her lunge caught Buchanan by surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her or let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steel-fingered grasp; his weight pinning her nakedly squirming body beneath him.
"You little tramp!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, wedging them open, while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness of her nakedly cringing cunt. "You fucking cunt, I told you I'm going to fuck you, now you're going to get fucked honey, before I'm through you'll be climbing the wall wanting it ... begging me to do it! So relax and cooperate!"
Marilee knew the insane expression of lust stamped on his face, and, terrified, fell back cowering, the horror of her helplessness sinking into her frantic mind. She was trapped! She could only lie there and allow this horrible man to do this to her ... let his hands roam at will over her nakedly defenseless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased; then, when he was ready, he would fuck her, squirting his nasty cum far up into her naked little pussy! There was nothing she could do now to stop him, she had asked for it, and whatever happened to her was her own fault. Oh yes, she was to blame, and she should be punished. A sudden masochistic thrill rippled through her cunt at the thought, and she shivered uncontrollably.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... your cunt's starting to feel good, isn't it, honey?" he asked, digging his finger deeper into her moistly seeping pussy.
Buchanan's voice hit Marilee's ears with a jolt as he blew his excited breath against the naked flesh of her titties. Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, she couldn't answer him for the words caught in her fear-constricted throat. The sensual shock of his finger massaging her hotly tingling clit was causing her to squirm her naked asscheeks down into the cushion to escape the surge after surge of wanton thrills that coursed upward from her soft, vibrating pussy.
"Ooooohhhhh! Oooohhh!" she whimpered involuntarily as he continued his skillful manipulation of her clitty until her naked young ass began to grind upward.
Dave Buchanan moved his muscular body up over the blonde's, freeing her wrist from his strong grasp and bringing his head slowly down, pausing to nibble again at her hugely trembling titties, then slithering his tongue over the plane of her belly and on down until his face was over the sparsely curling pussyhairs.
"Ooooooohhh ... Jeeezz!" he growled hungrily, as he lowered his face into her wetly glistening cunt, and darted his tongue down through the narrow pink slit between her pussylips.
Marilee's stomach muscles spasmed as the lewd sensations arched like electricity through her wantonly writhing body.
"No ... oh God! You mustn't do that to me, don't lick my pussy...." Marilee whimpered, trying to pull his head away from her nakedly spread cunt.
But Buchanan ignored his pleas and continued to ravage her trembling young cunt with his mouth. "I'll do whatever I want," he mumbled into the warm softness of her cunt. His breath rasped in his throat as he tasted the nectar of her almost virginal pussylips and smelled the heady perfume of her arousal.
The terrified young bride could feel his hands as they left her tittie and moved down over her sensuously curved hips, then back up the insides of her thighs, spreading them farther apart to completely expose her naked cunt to him. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt his lips and tongue slide snake-like into her defenselessly quivering pussy.
"Oh my husband hasn't even licked my pussy," she moaned, her voice hoarse with the inexorably rising tide of passion enveloping her. Instinctively, her shamelessly aroused pussy began to respond and her ass ground down into the cushion in an effort to escape the hotly teasing tongue licking against her naked cunt.
Shame welled up in Marilee for herself and for the depraved reporter who was using his tongue on her and forcing her captive body to respond as he furiously tongue-fucked her pussy!
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... my God! Oooohhhhhhhh ... no! Ooooohhhh!" she whimpered and her naked asscheeks lifted of their own volition up and around against his wetly probing tongue.
As the whimpering young bride opened her lust-glazed eyes, she saw Dave Buchanan staring up at her over the fuzzy gold pussy hairs, while his mouth and tongue labored at the widespread slit of her cunt with wet, obscene sucking sounds. She knew then that he was waiting for her final surrender. But couldn't! Ooooooohhhh ... but it felt so good! What was happening to her.
She couldn't even think straight. Her pussy felt so good ... his tongue was driving her crazy, just like when Lisa had licked her pussy!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dave Buchanan's eyes remained fixed on Marilee's lovely contorted face, his tongue still thrusting unceasingly into her nakedly thobbing cunt. Tears came to the young blonde's eyes and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought her losing battle with him ... and with herself.
"Oh ... aaagggghhhh ... ooohhhh...."
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the room as he shoved his tongue deep into the moist depths of her hotly clasping cunt, then took the tiny bud of her clit between his teeth and ran his tongue around and around it.
Her head began to flail from side to side, mewls and whimpers of unwanted pleasure rolled from deep in her chest. Then, suddenly as though her hands had a mind of their own, she reached down and her fingers entangled themselves in the black hair of the older man's head and pulled his face tight into her wetly, steaming pussy. She had lost the desperate battle within herself, and she moaned with the knowledge of her defeat and surrender to her passionate desires. She was his now-she belonged to him.
Marilee's hot little cunt had betrayed her and was now in complete command. Her ass jerked and spasmed, moving upward in tight little circles of hunger to the plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his hair. She felt his tongue licking from her cunt downward to the tiny asshole, and wanted to scream! But it was subverted into a loud moan of sensual pleasure as his moistly probing tongue flicked at the sensitive anal opening.
"Oooohhh!" She cried out from the unplumbed depths of her soul for the fulfillment that had been denied to her so many times. She could no longer resist it. It felt too good!
"Ooohhh, oh yesss, lick me harder ... Ooohhh...!"
The lust-crazed older man could not contain his savage elation. This beautiful young bitch was beginning to ask for it! Not the way he wanted her to but she would, she would be begging to be fucked before he was through with her. He was going to shove his big hard cock in her tight little cunt, and fuck her crazy. God! His load was building in his cum-swelled balls and he could hardly wait to shot his cum into her tight little pussy!
Buchanan jerked his head free of her hands in his hair, raised his wetly smeared face and looked at her with a smile of triumph.
"Your pussy's wet enough to fuck now!" he rasped as he raised himself up and over her, his hotly pulsing cock suspended over her widespread cunt.
Marilee felt as though she couldn't move. And she didn't want to move now, because all there was in the world was that hungry need up between her legs. She wanted to be fucked by a big thick prick!
"Marilee, take my prick and stick it in that hot little pussy," Dave Buchanan ordered.
His words cleared her brain for an instant and she gasped. "No, No! I can't! I can't stick it up my pussy!"
"You can, you want to, and you will!" he roared menacingly, as he grabbed her hand and forced it down to his thickly throbbing hardness.
Shyly, her trembling fingers encircled his huge naked cock, feeling for the first time the older man's truly enormous size. Her mind was reeling both with fear and with eager anticipation as she timidly eased the huge throbbing cockhead in between the hair-lined lips of her moistly glistening pussy.
Buchanan nudged her legs farther apart with his knees, and levered up on top of her naked young body, supporting himself with his elbows, while his hotly anxious probing cock pulsated in the moist split of her pussy.
Marilee held her breath, knowing it was going to hurt.
"Ooohhhh," the moan escaped her mouth without her knowledge and she felt his heated hardness touching the little hole of her cunt. She tensed her muscles automatically, only making the entry more painful. Then, the reporter flicked his ass slightly and the cockhead gradually pushed against the hole, stretching it.
"Aaafgggh ... no ... it hurts ... it's too big for me." Marilee screamed, afraid to move as she felt him painfully stretching the almost cherry opening up between her legs. Then his cock head was inside her!
She groaned and cried again as he eagerly fucked farther and farther into her, each lunge forward carry his throbbing cock a little higher up into her widely stretched cunt.
"You like it?" he asked, feeling his cock worming its way into the velvet warmth of her tightly clasping passage. Then, unable to control himself any longer, he slammed his hips forward one last time, groaning as he felt his cock plowing into her tender young pussy. Pulsing thickly, his blood-engorged cock slipped up into her, pushing the tight cunt walls along ahead of it in painful waves, and never stopping until he was buried to the hilt and his cum-filled balls slapped loudly against her upturned asscheeks.
"Aaaaaiiiiiih!" Marilee screamed in tortured agony, feeling as if he was stretching her pussy to the bursting. God, she might not be able to fuck again ... ever! Buchanan's enormous prick filled her tight little cunt in its entirety, taking up all the room inside.
"All you needed was a little stretching, baby," he told her, lying above her and looking down with pleasure into her contorted young face. Marilee dared not move a muscle.
"I'm going to ask you again," he said, deliberately trying to excite her mentally. "Do you want this old reporter to fuck you with his big cock?"
As he spoke, the excited older man casually flexed his prick, expanding it even farther against the expanded walls of her pussy.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" she cried in response. "No ... nooo ... don't move your prick like that inside my cunt!"
"What do you mean, honey?" he persisted, wanting to break her down as far as he could. "Do you or don't you want old Dave to fuck your hot little pussy?"
Marilee was afraid to tell the truth ... to tell him that he was almost killing her. She knew he could hurt her whenever he chose, so she remained silent until he ground his hips into hers, making his throbbing cock bury itself even deeper into her fearfully cringing belly.
"Oh, oh, oh...." she panted. "It doesn't matter...."
On top of her, the naked older man shook his head at this reply, indicating that he found it unsatisfactory and flexed his muscular cock again deep inside her belly, causing her to writhe in agony and cry out. Sweat had broken out on her forehead, and now it flowed like raindrops towards her startled blue eyes.
"You can show more enthusiasm that that, honey. Come on!"
"Ooohh, yes!" She cried out in a hurry as she felt him moving inside of her and preparing to make her scream again. "Yes, I want to be fucked," she groaned in desperation. "Fuck it! Fuck my cunt! Hurry!"
"Now that's more like it, and since you asked so nicely then I will be happy to oblige."
As he spoke, he slowly withdrew until only the lust-swollen head was still inside her tightly clasping little pussy lips, then gathered his knees under him and rammed violently home, burying his cock to the hilt again as the impaled young blonde screamed.
Marilee's body seemed to fly up into the air from the force of the powerful impact, her arms and legs flailing out in all directions as he fucked roughly into her naked young cunt. The grinning reporter decided not to allow the snooty young blonde time to recover and followed quickly with a second, even harder, and then began a deep rhythmic fucking into her soft warm cunt.
"Ohhhh ... oh aiiiiii!" Marilee cried as he fucked fiercely into her naked little cunt, moving her an inch or two farther up on the cushion every time his thickly pulsing prick rocketed into her cringing pussy.
Moaning futilely in shame and desire, the tortured young bride gradually forced herself to go limp beneath him, realizing that there was no longer any particular reason to resist. He was inside her, fucking her, so she was an adulteress. The pain and pleasure was going to destroy her mind, of that she was sure, so nothing mattered. She lay there waiting for blessed unconsciousness, praying she would faint. This horrible man could do what he wanted to her from this point forward because it no longer made any difference. She was a whore, and no matter what her husband had done, his perverted deeds hadn't given her a license to do the same thing.
Gradually, as Dave Buchanan fucked like a maniac into her cunt, she began to realize the enormity of her crime. John had done what he did from need and she was doing it for revenge! Maybe there was no difference physiologically, but morally two entirely different things were involved.
When he felt her nakedly abused young body relax beneath him, Dave Buchanan knew immediately that John Owen's beautiful young wife had lost hope of salvaging anything from the desperate situation and was now completely resigned to the fucking he was giving her. For the moment, the cock-stuffed young blonde was lying passively in his arms, quivering with fear and a little excitement, accepting whatever he chose to inflict upon her nakedly spread body, but he knew that this phase would last only for a minute. Before long, her tight little cunt would begin to react, whether she wanted it to or not. He had seen too many inexperienced young women vow never to feel a thing, but then their wildly exhilarated cunts would take command of their bodies, and before he was through with them they were begging and pleading to be fucked harder and harder!
As usual, the famous reporter was correct; as Marilee relaxed the wide-stretched muscles of her cunt the pain in it began to recede, and the lewd flames of violent lust were kindled, glowed and then spread outward from her warmly quivering cunt to race through her veins.
Golly, the very idea of being fucked so brutally and unfeelingly by a stranger was suddenly sexually exciting in itself, and Marilee found that her innocent mind was filled now with obscene crazy images and thoughts which she could not drive away, no matter how hard she tried. Oooh! She wished someone, anyone, were here to watch her get fucked! Even John!
She trembled in masochistic excitement as the older man's deeply fucking cock continued to fuck in and out of the suddenly aroused little hole up between her wide-open legs. Ooooh! How could this happen to her? She had always been repelled when her new husband fucked her so brutally! Her cock-impaled loins were bucking and heaving in uncontrollable abandon, and the cords and muscles in her legs were standing out like tightened cables as she fucked up against the triumphantly grinning Buchanan. Her husband was forgotten now, and all she could think about was the lewd sensations which were rippling through her body.
Buchanan was a master at fucking and he worked over the wantonly responding blonde like a sex-maniac, plowing into her with long fierce strokes which brought his thick, lust-hardened cock so far up into her cunt that her cervix reverberated against the tip of his prick. He was working her now, fucking her with years of knowledge of what a woman likes to get from a man ... and he felt proud of himself, as he knew he had succeeded once again in bringing life once again to an otherwise lifeless pussy.
In a matter of seconds, the shy innocent young Marilee Owen seemed to have vanished, transformed suddenly into a nymphomaniac.
"Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me!" she cried mindlessly, as she wrapped her long legs around his ass and locked her nakedly writhing body to his. She had never really known what pure sexual pleasure was all about, and the sharp unexpected shock of being so shamelessly aroused had temporarily unbalanced her mind. The pain and shame had entirely vanished at this point, replaced by a surging, sweeping feeling which seemed to be consuming her entire nakedly throbbing body like some slow ecstatic fire. Then, without realizing what she was doing, she reached up, pulled Dave Buchanan's handsome face down to hers, and passionately kissed him, her tongue insinuating itself between his surprised lips and invading the depth of his mouth.
Hums and mewls of servile acceptance erupted from her lust-constricted mouth as she cried, "Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck ... fuck me, darling!" Her frenzy increased as the strange madness of being fucked by a complete stranger took complete possession of her dazzled mind.
"Fuck it ... Fuck it harder! That's it! Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... so wonderful!" she groaned, thrashing her blonde head back and forth on the cushions as his long wonderfully thick cock fucked in and out of her hotly throbbing pussy.
Buchanan smiled to himself as he realized that the victory was his at last. From this moment on, she would never be able to refuse him anything. She might feel some shame tomorrow, but later she would remember how good this fucking had felt and the hunger would be on her forever.
He quickened the rhythm of his thrusts pounding into her cock-stretched pussylips with a ferocious vigor, deliberately drifting higher and higher on her excited young body so that the hardness of his prick scraped against her throbbing little clit with each stroke inward and each outward fuck.
Marilee felt her cunt flower and widen as she strove to take him into her as far as possible, the clasping pink lips of her cunt clinging to his cock as if she wanted to hold him prisoner inside her. She was nearing the point of cumming and she chanted, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" in time with each delicious thrust into her moistly quivering pussy, her delicate face twisted in an unrecognizable mask of lust and wild desire.
Conscious only of the pleasurable sensations building up in her passion-crazed pussy, Marilee didn't hear the door open and close quietly as a lewdly grinning Rory Selwyn entered.
"Fuck!" he said reverently, "look at that!" The young reporter stood quietly in the shadows then, watching Dave Buchanan do his stuff. He had always marveled at the virility of the older man. Buchanan was just as well-known for his sexual prowess as for the prize winning stories.
Suddenly, he couldn't keep silent any longer as he saw the lust-contorted, wildly fucking wife of John Owen about to go into orbit. Better stop her now, right now, he thought, and walked over to the grunting Buchanan who looked up and smiled in victory.
"Lucky bastard," Rory Selwyn said in admiration. "Looks like you're doing a helluva job keeping her happy!"
"I always do, Selwyn," the older man chuckled. "I always do."
Rory Selwyn paused, listening to the obscene wetly sluicing sounds as Buchanan's long thick cock fuck fucked in and out of the young blonde's eagerly writhing pussy.
"How about sharing the pussy?" he asked, then added without waiting for an answer, "She's hot enough to get it from both sides at the same time. Come on, turn her over and I'll come in from behind."
Marilee was so engrossed in her impending cum that it wasn't too clear in her mind who was in the room, besides, she was so close to her apex of pleasure that she didn't really care! Selwyn's words were only a blur of meaningless sound.
Dave Buchanan understood immediately, and for a second he felt obstinate, disappointed that he wouldn't get to fuck her in that cherry asshole first.
Reluctantly, holding her nakedly bucking body in place so she couldn't dislodge his deeply imbedded cock, he quickly turned over so that he was on his back and she was face down on his chest. Together the two men quickly pulled the skewered young bride into position. Marilee didn't understand what was happening and she felt frustrated and annoyed at the interruption which had stopped her just as she was building to a mind-blowing cum. Then, she moaned in satisfaction, and satisfaction rapidly turned to pleasure as she realized that she was in command and could pump up and down at will on his naked cock.
Perry Ellsworth's hands moved greedily over the naked asscheeks of the young blonde, and his face had become a twisted mask of lust as he used his thumbs to separate her warmly quivering cheeks, revealing the puckered little hole of her ass.
"Man, that is one of the sweetest lil' assholes I've ever seen!" he groaned hotly and began to lick his lips.
Marilee abruptly became aware of his hotly perspiring hands on her naked buttocks, and a flash of fear was finally able to penetrate her wildly fucking body. My God, what in the world was going on? Whose hands were on her ass behind her? Then, the lust-dazed young bride turned her head around and stared with disbelieving eyes as she saw Ellsworth's huge thick prick standing straight out in front of him!
Only then did her voice cry out in fear. "W-what are you going to do!"
"Even though it looks good enough to eat, sweetie," Ellsworth grinned down at her, "I decided I'd fuck it instead ... your asshole, that is!"
"Oh, noooo ... not my asshole...!" Marilee whined shrilly. "You can't fuck my ... my asshole!"
"Stop being a baby, honey ... you're going to love it. It's going to hurt like hell at first, but once it stretches you out, you'll beg for more!"
"Ohhhhh, please ... please." Marilee wailed in a new despair, and began to struggle against the strong hold of Buchanan's arms locked around her waist and the huge prick that was fucked up between her wide-spread cuntlips.
"No ... oh, no!" she screamed. "Nobody has ever fucked my asshole please, it'll hurt ... I'll never be the same again!" And then she began fighting with all her might. Soon, however, sensing the futility of her efforts to escape, she collapsed sobbing against Buchanan's muscular chest, her naked young body quivering in shame.
The two older men let her sob until she had no more tears left, grinning and snickering at her innocence.
"I can't believe that your asshole's a cherry, honey, but then you are an innocent little thing. Bet Owens has had a lot of fun teaching you about fucking. It's been a long time since I screwed a woman who was a cherry!" Perry Ellsworth raved. Then, he slowly took his hand off her nakedly writhing asscheeks and extended his long middle finger, using his thumb to hold the other fingers in a tight fist.
"I just can't believe how good that looks!" he continued to rave as he leered down at the fearfully trembling young blonde.
Slowly, he ran his finger through her warmly flowing pussy juices that had smeared down Marilee's thighs, and she cringed forward against Dave Buchanan's chest, causing his thickly throbbing cock to dig even deeper into her cunt as she clenched her ass together in a futile attempt at dislodging the ass-splitting thickness.
"OOOhhhh, Jesus ... Wow, this is something else!" Perry groaned through clenched teeth.
"Christ, Ellsworth!" Buchanan roared from the floor below, "Will you get that ass of yours pumping before I fucking cum up her pussy! She's squeezing my dick so damned tight, it's driving me crazy!"
Marilee tensed as Ellsworth's eagerly probing finger finally pushed in, feeling the tight little ring give way, and his finger slid up into the soft inner passage.
"OOOhhhhh...! OOooooooohhhhhhh...!" she moaned, and then jumped, causing her cock-stuffed pussy to jerk forward and down, screwing hard into the other man's prick in an attempt to evade Ellsworth's finger.
"Stop it ... my god, get your finger out of my asshole ... ooohh, it hurts!" she screamed.
But Perry shoved again, harder this time, and his outstretched finger wormed tightly into the puckering little ass to the second knuckle.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii ... ooohhh ... aaiiiii!" she screamed again, once more lunging forward, only to find her naked little cunt impaled even more deeply on Buchanan's huge thick hardness. In defense, she clenched her asscheeks together as tightly as possible, causing Ellsworth to groan.
"Man, that is so fucking tight in there, I can hardly wait to fuck my prick up her ass ... man this is going to be one ass-fucking I'm going to remember for a long time to come!"
Then, his teeth bared lustfully, he pushed down with all his strength and his middle finger popped all the way up to the hilt, until the very palm of his hand was pressed against the naked smoothness of Marilee's wildly wriggling asscheeks.
"Aaaaiiii ... aiiiiii ... oohhhh, ooooohhhhhh!" she groaned as he began to scour her asshole, using one finger, then another, stretching her back passage as wide as it would go in preparation for his heavily pulsing cock which he as stroking eagerly with his other hand.
"This is gonna be terrific!" he groaned, and then unable to hold back any longer, he edged up between the naked young bride and guided the pulsing tip of his cock toward her finger-stretched ass.
"I'm gonna shove now!" he groaned, and then he shoved.
"Ooooohhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh!" Marilee screamed as the huge thick prick popped through the tight little ring of her ass and began slicing up into her naked belly.
"Oooohhh, man ... Jesssss ... ooohhhh...." Perry Ellsworth groaned hotly. His eyes were closed and his eyelids were fluttering from the exciting sensations while the young blonde jerked and twisted beneath him. She tried to throw him off as his ass-splitting cock slid up into her wide-stretched anus, but her frantic movements only made it worse. With every movement of her body his cock fucked even deeper into her tightly nibbling asshole, and each time she lunged forward, Dave Buchanan's cock scraped even deeper into her pussy from below.
"OOOhhhh ... ooohhh ... my God!" Marilee gasped. Was there no escape? And then suddenly, the muscles of her ass were no longer able to retain their grip, and Perry Ellsworth's hugely throbbing cock slipped without further resistance into her virgin ass.
"Aaaiiii ... aaaiiiiii...!" she moaned, almost afraid to move. Marilee lay between the two lustfully excited older men, completely powerless to move up or down without having a big, thick cock pushing even deeper into her pussy and asshole!
Ellsworth and Buchanan gazed with excited fascination at each other over the top of her impaled young body, and then, as if by some silent agreement, both of them began thrusting with long, hard strokes into her naked cunt and rectum as she screamed and writhed between them. Within only a few moments, they had established a natural fucking rhythm, buffeting her naked body violently between them. Their cocks rammed in, sawed out, slamming against each other on the inward fucks, with only the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy.
"Oooohhh! Ohhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped as Ellsworth's deeply fucking prick plowed into her tight little asshole again and again.
"Oh, man, Buchanan ... this baby really has some ass!" Perry gasped as he fucked his cock hard into Marilee's piteously stretched anus. The two men grunted and groaned as they felt their cocks fucking back and forth against each other, and it seemed to drive them on to faster and deeper plunges.
And then, without warning, the pain was slowly going away as the love-juices of her cunt and ass-walls began to flow. Strangely, as the pain was diminished, Marilee sensed a strong sexual stimulation, an unusual warmth that spread in her loins, Abruptly, then she commenced to feel a masochistic joy in her position in being fucked in the ass like some sluttish whore, the sensation of that massively pulsing hardness in her asshole blotting out all reason. It came as a profound shock to her to realize that she was moving in time with the man behind her, countering his thrusts, fucking eagerly backwards to meet him and undulating her ass to increase the pleasurable sensations.
Now Marilee wanted nothing more than this delicious fucking to go on and on, her lust-crazed mind accepting the fact that she could and would cum this way!
"Oooohhh," Perry Ellsworth groaned. 'The little emit loves it ... she loves the ass-fucking!"
Marilee knew then, that her body had betrayed her. She did love it! She loved the dual ravaging of her wildly jerking body, and suddenly began to chant in a loud, shrill voice.
"Oh, yeeeesss ... uggghhh ... ugghhh ... fuck me! That's it, fuck me in the asshole, fuck my pussy ... oohhhh!" Oh, God, it was wonderful having these two men fuck her at the same time, and they were rapidly carrying her to a peak of glory she had never known existed, even when Lisa had sucked her naked pussy!
"Oooouuuuhhhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhhh!" she continued to scream, and was caught up into a turbulent storm of heated sensations as the two deeply fucking cocks blasted in and out of her cunt and asshole. She was sandwiched between two men who were very important to her husband's career, and she was wild with new-found pleasure. It could have been from the sheer helplessness of her fate or from the thought of being fucked half to death by two men at the same time, but the young bride felt that she was about to reach a state of unbelievable ecstasy that would change her, her new husband's career, and their sex life forever ... for the better!
"Ooohh, yesssss ... yeeeeesssssss ... she moaned, her naked tits dancing as she twisted and writhed in ecstatic joy. And wouldn't John be surprised with his "new" bride when she got him to bed TONIGHT!
