Those are powerful words, evoking lurid mental pictures. We would not expect to relate such words or images to an average, respectable family.
But wait a moment. How much do you know about the family across the street? Or the one next door to you? For that matter, how much do you know about the secret thoughts and urges harbored by the members of your own family... perhaps even by yourself?
In this story we meet an average family, which could be much like yours or mine. We get to know them as they exist on the surface, you are privileged to take a peek at the baser aspect of their nature, which is gradually revealed through the actions of a human catalyst whom the author calls Danny. After Danny enters the life of our "average family", they are no longer the same. Starting with the wife and mother, this individual, who might almost be the devil in human form, works his wicked will upon them all until they behave in shocking ways, forming new carnal relationships with one another.
Incestuous lust of son for mother, father for daughter, and brother for sister turns the entire household into a hotbed of depravity.
Who is to blame? The catalyst, Danny, who pulled the trigger, so to speak? Or was the evil lurking all the time within the family members themselves, just waiting for something to bring it out?
The question is a fascinating one and is fraught with significance.
The writer has spared no effort to expose each member of this "average" family, in a psychological sense, so that we may evaluate the causes and true meanings of their bizarre conduct. Then, at the end, he has given the whole thing a twist which may satisfy some... and frustrate others.
Whether this explicit modern novel is read for its entertainment value alone, or for its profound sociological importance, it must be ranked among the more remarkable works of fiction to reach the public this year. We commend it to your intelligent consideration.
-THE PUBLISHER
Judith stood in front of her bedroom mirror and stretched, causing the pliant globes of her chest to rise and swell until they appeared about to burst. Her rosy nipples jutted rigidly. Slowly she came down from tiptoes, and her breasts sank to settle in mature 44-D fullness.
Not bad for a 32-year-old mother of two! she thought.
Another mental voice retorted, So how come Harry hasn't touched you in over a month?
She thought she knew the reason why her husband had been leaving her alone. It was the repressed, puritanical attitude she had toward sex. Magazine articles and movies had told her that men expected more in this liberated age than just plain man-on-top-and-woman-on-the-bottom intercourse. And Harry had tried a few different approaches from time to time. But Judith always had recoiled in shock and embarrassment, and finally he had given up. Now he had a mistress, she suspected, and her marriage was in danger of falling apart.
Still, what could she do? She was the product of a strict upbringing by a very religious mother who believed sex was only for having babies, and by a standoffish father who spent most of his time away from home-as Harry was beginning to do. Judith had been programmed to behave in a certain way, and she felt she couldn't change.
She walked to the bathroom, her chunky, smooth buttocks rolling. She was as generously endowed at the backside as at the chest, yet trim in the middle, and there was no excess fat on her. She simply was a lot of woman. Yet her sexuality seemed only skin-deep. At least, her husband would have said so.
Under the pelting spray of the shower, she handled her breasts, soaping them and plucking at her stiff, tingling nipples, stretching the rubber stems and letting them snap back. She lathered the hair-fringed lovelips between her thighs and stroked her fingers between her soft buttocks, centering on the extremely sensitive and snug orifice which nestled there.
Her entire being was athrob with ungratified desire and, when she stepped from the shower and toweled herself briskly, her frustration heightened. Though she took a conservative and proper attitude toward sex, her body had its needs, and she was capable of a lusty climax when screwed.
She stepped nude to her dresser and was about to take down the tangle of her honey-blonde hair which was swirled around the crown of her head when: Bing-bong!
The sound of the door chimes made her jump, causing her tits to tremble.
The children had gone to school nearly an hour ago, and Judith was alone in her suburban house. Salesmen were forever pestering her, peddling everything from swimming pools (which she already had) to meat and freezer plans (which she didn't want). She would make short work of this guy, she decided, snatching pink panties from a dresser drawer and quickly stepping into them, her lively breasts bobbing. She pulled a thin robe around her, and its edges flapped against her scissoring thighs as she strode through the house to the front door.
"Yes?" she asked snappishly as she stared at the dark-haired young man on her doorstep.
She knew immediately that he wasn't a salesman, because he wore a workman's style jacket, and it had a familiar insignia on it-that of the electric power company which served her home. Also, he carried a toolbox.
"I'm here to cut off your lights," he said.
'"What?" Judith made a face, as if she hadn't heard right.
The tall young man consulted a notebook he held in his palm. "You're Mrs. Harry Westover, right? 2234 Sundown Terrace?"
"Yes, yes!" she said irritably. "What is all this?"
"You didn't pay your electric bill, so I have orders to cut off your service."
"But that's crazy!" Judith exclaimed. "I'm sure my husband mailed the check on time. He always does."
"All I know, lady, is that I was sent out here to cut it off, and I'm gonna cut if off. Just thought I oughta tell you."
He turned to walk around to the back of the house where the meter was located.
"Wait!" Judith cried. "I can't get along without electricity. Won't you call your office? There must be some mistake."
"Well... "
"Please! I'm sure they got our check."
"Can I use your phone?"
"Yes! Please come in."
The fellow smiled at Judith as he moved past her to enter the house, and his gaze dropped suggestively down the V of her robe. Quickly glancing in that direction, she saw that a rich display of divided breast flesh could be seen, and she blushed. Tightening the robe around her, she followed the man to the telephone.
He wore very snug jeans. Judith noticed that. She also noticed that his jeans weren't held up by a belt. It was as if they were glued to his body. He wore boots, as well, and a t-shirt under his jacket.
He punched buttons on the phone. "Give me extension 1421," he said.
Judith waited patiently, confident that the snafu would be resolved.
"Sam? This is Danny. Yeah. Say, I'm out here at the Westover place, and the customer claims she sent in her check." He turned to her. "When was that, Mrs. Westover?"
"Why, I don't know. My husband always pays the bills."
"Yeah, Sam? No record of it, huh? Well, okay." Danny was about to hang up.
"Let me talk to him!" Judith exclaimed, and Danny handed the phone to her.
"Hello!" she snapped. "Now, I don't know what this is all about, but I tell you the bill was paid."
"Sorry, Mrs. Westover," the man on the telephone said. He had a smooth, businesslike manner and a voice which bore a trace of Southern accent. "I just did a double-check, and we haven't received the payment. I've got no choice but to cut your service off."
"Why, you...!" Judith quickly controlled herself. "At least, tell your man to wait until I can call my husband."
"Sorry. Danny's got lots of calls to make today. He can't stand around."
Judith slammed the phone up.
"Look!" she exclaimed, whirling to confront the electric technician. "This has got to be a mistake of some kind. But I'll give you another check right now, and then I'll let my husband hassle it out with your company. What's the amount?"
"Sorry, but we can't handle it that way," Danny said, his dark eyes twinkling. He seemed faintly amused by her plight. "I've gotta cut off the juice. You can go down to the office and make arrangements to have the service restored, but you'll have to post a deposit, and it'll take several days."
"All the food in my refrigerator will be ruined!" she exclaimed. "Anyway, we can't get along without lights!"
"Sorry." The fellow turned to leave.
"My God!" Judith exclaimed. "Won't you listen to reason? Isn't there anything you can do?"
He stopped and turned to face her. His eyes boldly stroked up and down her lightly clad and curvaceous form.
"Well... " he said, "I could report I cut the juice off, and leave it on."
"Do that! Please!"
"Why should I?" He was staring at the swells of her breasts.
"Well... well... to be considerate to a customer."
"Shit!" Danny said, and chuckled.
"I beg your pardon!" Judith replied, her cheeks coloring.
"I said, shit!" the young man repeated. "I'm not gonna risk my job for nothing."
"So you expect some money for yourself, is that it? And please don't use filthy language," Judith said, continuing to blush. "I detest it!"
"What I expect," Danny said, "is some special consideration. Know what I mean?"
He reached out and drew one side of her loosely belted wrapper away from a large, luscious breast. Its perfectly formed pink nipple was erect.
"Jesus Christ!" the man said, almost reverently, and gripped the springy-soft mound which overfilled his hand.
Judith's mouth dropped open, but she didn't say anything. The young man's bold move had taken her so by surprise, and had produced such a shock wave, that she was momentarily incapable of action.
Danny took advantage of her hesitation by yanking the other edge of her robe aside also and gripping her other breast. Intense thrills radiated from her clutched globes as he rolled them, her nipples nuzzling his palms.
'[What a big, juicy pair of tits!" he lewdly observed.
"Stop it!" Judith said, and leaped backward, causing her breasts to bounce from the lascivious fellow's hands. She quickly yanked her robe together. "Get out of this house!"
"Okay." Danny turned to go.
"Wait!" Judith was throbbing and blushing. Her mind was in a turmoil.
"Lady... look!" the fellow said, facing her. "Either you do or you don't. I haven't got time to goof around."
"Are... are you saying that if I will... " She lowered her eyes, "... if I will give myself to you, you'll... not turn off the electricity?"
He nodded, a twinkle returning to his eyes.
"That's indecent!"
"Maybe. But I don't give a damn. So, what is it-huh?"
Judith shook her head and murmured miserably, "I can't."
The man moved closer. "Why not?"
"I... I've never done anything like that." She continued to look down. Her heart pounded.
"Well, maybe it's time you tried."
Danny opened her robe wide, this time from top to bottom, and he gazed at her maturely voluptuous form, concealed only in part by her pink nylon panties.
The situation was insane, Judith thought. Yet she was throbbing wildly and giddily. She would never see the man again, she was thinking. No one would ever know. And she couldn't stand to have the electricity cut off, she rationalized. "Oooh, God...!" she moaned hoarsely as the man once more clutched her breasts.
He rolled them like rubber balls, squeezing with spread fingers. He glided his fingertips out to her nipples and tugged at the jutting stems.
Letting her breasts bounce free, he stroked his hands down her sides and onto the panties that sheathed her rounded hips.
Judith kept her eyes shut. Her legs weakened. She felt as if she might collapse.
Danny drew her roughly against him, spanning her nylon-clad buttocks with his large hands and wiggling the cushiony mounds, causing her front to rub against his rising hardness.
She was inundated by shame. But other forces also worked within her-curiosity, desperation, and a passion that she dared not admit but which was turning her pussy into a swamp.
Gasping, she tore herself free. "Come into... the bedroom!" she panted, and turned to lead the way.
I can't be doing this! she thought wildly. This isn't ME! But I MUST do it! I don't have any choice!
He's so young and handsome. But such afresh punk! I HATE HIM!
Standing next to her large, unmade bed, she dropped her robe.
"You've got some sexy build!" Danny husked, stripping off his jacket.
"Please! Don't talk! Oooh, God!"
Judith lay down, her large breasts shaking, and she shut her eyes. She could hear the beating of the pulse in her ears and the sounds of the man disrobing.
I won't enjoy it! she vowed. That will prove I'm still decent! Then I'll have it out with Harry for forgetting to pay that bill! Yes, he must have forgotten it. This is all his fault.
Judith opened her eyes to slits.
The electrician was naked and his cock was standing up, towering what seemed like ten inches to terminate in a round, purplish bulb. He was much bigger and more virile than Harry! Judith's eyes widened with shock at the size of his throbbing penis.
"NO!" she suddenly cried, and tried to scramble from the bed.
Danny leaped atop her, pinning her down. His hard, throbbing penis was sandwiched upward between their bellies. She squirmed, her breasts bouncing to and fro. Danny buried his face in her wealth of hobbling softness.
"Baby," he rasped, "you're really gonna get your tits sucked!"
Oh, how FILTHY he is! she thought. And how rough! He's like an animal!
She tried to steel herself as he turned his head from side to side, capturing and tugging on her nipples with his lips and teeth. Finally he concentrated on one of the throbbing stems, bearing down atop her pillowy breast, and he sucked her hard distended nipple as deeply into his mouth as possible. He swabbed the tingly protrusion with his tongue as her breast soaked in the wet hotness of his mouth, and his lips skidded against the smooth skin that surrounded her aureole.
Throb after luscious throb coursed through Judith, and she hated every one of them. She squirmed, shaking her breastflesh against the man's face.
He expelled her wet nipple and turned to the other. His tongue snaked around her high-standing nipple, then slurped the stem in, and his lips clamped onto her mound. He sucked pulsatingly on her luscious breast as her nipple quivered in the cavern of his mouth.
"Oooh, damn you...!" she panted wildly. "Get it... OVER with!"
"Aaaw, baby, we've got lots of time," he said, and began kissing down her body.
"But you said... you have to... make other calls...!" She was panting so much that she could scarcely speak.
"Let 'em wait," he murmured, and licked his tongue along the top of her panties.
"Please! Oooh, don't... slobber all over me!"
Danny raised his head, backing up a bit, and she stared at the turgid, blue veined stiffness of his prick. She jerked her eyes away in horror.
I HATE IT... I HATE IT! she told herself.
Danny lifted her right leg and licked along the soft, supple inner slope of her milk-white thigh. She tried to push his head away, because she had never let even her husband kiss that close to her...
"NO!" she cried as Danny brushed his nose across the crotch-strip of her panties, and she batted him about the head.
"Why, you damned hellcat!" he snarled, and grasped her by the shoulders, shaking her up and down. Her breasts leaped wildly.
Moaning, her brain blurred from the bouncing, she couldn't stop the man from rolling her over. Her plump asscheeks jiggled to a stop in her flimsy briefs.
Danny raised his right hand and brought it down stingingly across both mounds of her bottom, making a thinly muffled, fleshy sound. Judith moaned. Her brain became more and more woozy.
Oh, what's HAPPENING to me? she wondered. What am I letting this animal do?
He pulled down her panties, baring the deep, enticing crack of her anus, and he bent to stick his tongue between the fleshy mounds.
"UUUH!" she responded in shock.
These were things that Harry had never dared do. She had always been able to hold him off. But she seemed powerless against this young ape!
He pulled her panties farther, twisting them down her long, tapering legs, and she kicked as he pulled her pants free. He gave them a toss, and they sailed across the room to hook on a corner of her dresser mirror. They hung there obscenely, and she stared at her reflection in the glass-on her belly, with the hard- pricked man hulking over her, her breasts cascading forward as she leaned on her elbows.
I'm a wife and a MOTHER! she thought, and shut her eyes.
Danny lasciviously shook her bottom, brushing a hand across both rounded loaves, then he committed an obscenity which Harry had never dared try: He spread her asscheeks apart and gazed at the shy punctured dimple which nestled deep between them.
"No no!" she moaned, clenching her anus.
Danny laughed and let her asscheeks slap together, quivering. He grasped her bottom and boosted it into the air, forcing her to draw her knees forward.
"What do you think you're DOOOO-INNNNG?" she demanded, looking at him red-faced, over her shoulder.
"Don't worry, sweet buns," he said. "I'm not going to screw your asshole. Not now," he added ominously.
Before Judith had a chance to think about that, he moved up and speared his big prick between her spread thighs. He sawed his bulb-ended shaft forward and back along the fleshy lips of her vulva.
"Please... oooh God, I can't TAKE this!" she cried. "Let me go! I don't care about the electricity. OOOOOOOOOH!"
Danny patted his turgid prick into the meaty softness of her quivering cunt, and she felt him ravage the hungry, small mouth of her vagina. She hadn't been penetrated in more than a month... but, as slippery as she was Danny's prickhead easily popped into her.
"Let me... roll over!" she panted.
"What for? This is a good way to take it!"
More and more of Danny's blood engorged cock slid up her cuntal sheath.
Her stretched, vagina throbbed and tingled. How good it felt! NO! It didn't feel good! She hated it! The man had no right to be inside her! She should never have let him!
He began to stroke, sinking deeper into her thickly impaled pussy with every thrust. Finally she felt his sperm laden balls swing against her furry bump, and she knew she had absorbed the entire length of his monstrous prick.
She tried to blank her mind utterly and to smother all her senses. But that wouldn't work. She felt every cunt-spearing thrust of Danny's blood-engorged hardness, his massive cockhead churning in her belly. She felt the veins on his member ripping her delicate cuntal walls.
"Oooooooooh... Godddd... pleeease!" she moaned, writhing.
Every twist of her ass seemed to settle the awful man more deeply inside her, and he began to spank her buttocks with his firm belly as he stroked with accelerating vigor. She stared into the mirror, and it was the most obscene sight she had ever witnessed: The man crouched behind her, powering his pole-like prick into her upturned, hair-fringed slit, shaking her buttocks as he smacked them.
Her brain swirled.
I'm really getting it! she thought. Oh, how I'm getting it! For the first time from somebody besides my husband. I feel him IN there, DEEP in there! Up and down inside me! Shaking me! FUCKING me!
Without her conscious volition, she began to squirm, then bump. Her hips pounded forward and back, and she hated herself for responding.
"That's the way, baby!" Danny rasped. "Now you're doing it! Get hot! Let yourself go with me, mama!"
"YESSSS... YESSSS! OOOH, I AM HOT! OOOH, YOU BASTARD!"
Danny spread her fleshy buttocks with his hands and watched obscenely as his prick bore slickly in and out of her hair-fringed, pink cuntmouth, just below her tight asshole. How he wanted to pull out of one place and slam into the other! But there would be time for that. She had to be brought along slowly. He didn't want to scare her off now.
He pumped harder and faster into her oozing cuntal sheath, feeling her sexual muscles grasp and wrench him, rippling up and down his cock. He glided a hand underneath her belly and pinched the top of her pussylips together, squeezing her hard, throbbing clit.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" she bellowed. "DOOOOO THAT! DAMN YOU... DOOOOO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! SHIT! OOOH, YOU DIRTY, MEAN FUCKERRRR?' He rammed her so vigorously and rapidly that he forced her forward until her head was bumping against the headboard of the bed. He pinched her clit. His prick pumped powerfully in her sizzling cleft.
She saw a white flash of light behind her eyelids, and she quivered and bucked from head to toes. She moaned. Then she felt the man jerk and spurt deep inside her, splashing his heated sperm into her uterus.
He fed the fire of her passion until it had consumed her utterly and she lay spent and gasping. Finally he pulled his flaccid prick from her ravaged pussy with a lurid sucking plop, and he chuckled as he hopped off the bed.
Dizzily she gazed at his wet, arching cock, which remained amazingly thick and long, its head more rosy than purple and dribbling his cum intermingled with her cuntal juices.
"Well, that was worth it, baby," he said. "I'll stick my neck out for you now. You can keep your lights on."
He strutted to the dresser, snatched her panties off the corner of the mirror, and used them to wipe his big prick while Judith stared.
"Want me to come and see you again?" he asked as he pulled his pants on.
"No!"
He chuckled.
"How can you life with yourself?" Judith asked. "Just how can you live with yourself after treating respectable, decent women this way?"
"Shit!" he said.
"Oooh, STOP it! I can't stand your vulgarity!"
"Well, it seems to me that you were saying a few things yourself, while I was sticking it to you. I heard a tew fucks and even a shit, as I recall. You know all the words, baby, and you're just dying to use them!"
She whirled to a sitting position on the bed, holding one arm in front of her breasts and pressing her other hand against her pubic vee. She held her damp thighs together as she continued to throb deep inside.
"GET OUT!" she screamed. "AND DON'T YOU EVER DARE COME BACK!"
"Oh, I'll be back! And when I do, I'll bring a friend. How'd you like that?"
"You're MAD!" Her eyes widened.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"You know what my name is!"
"Say it."
"Judith Westover."
"Thank you, ma'am," he replied, and opened the box he'd been carrying. Judith hadn't noticed that he had brought it into the bedroom.
There were no tools in it - instead, she was shocked to see that it contained a tape recorder. Danny snapped out the cassette.
"I've got it all here, punkin - you making a deal with me, then begging me to fuck you. All in your own words and your own sweet voice, which I am sure that your husband and friends would recognize. But just in case they wouldn't, since you were so worked up and all, I got you to announce your name."
Judith stared at him with her mouth hanging open. "I... I don't understand."
"I'll explain it later. But just remember, I've got this tape."
He picked up his jacket and peeled the electric company insignia from it. The insignia had merely been stuck on.
"Who ARE you?" Judith demanded.
"Just a guy named Danny. That's all you need to know."
"B-but I talked to your office."
He shook his head, grinning. "You just talked to another guy named Sam. I'll bring him with me when I come back next time. He's black."
"Whaaaat?"
" 'Bye, cutie."
Danny gave her a wink, and was gone.
The more Judith mulled over how she had been taken, the more miserable she became. It was rape! Simple rape. That was all there was to it. Instead of using force, the man had cooked up the clever scheme about the electricity, and he had carried it off well.
What really bothered Judith was the tape recording and what it seemed to portend. The man obviously wasn't through with her.
What should she do? Call the police?
The idea was ridiculous, and she didn't entertain it for more than a moment. After the police heard the tape, they would say no rape had been done. So would anyone else, including her husband.
But Judith knew it was rape. She would never have accepted the man of her own free well.
She already had repressed the fact that she had thrilled and climaxed gloriously while his cock was pumping inside her. That simply hadn't happened! Still, she felt better physically than she had in a long while.
Why HER? she wondered. How had the man picked her? He knew her name, too.
She gave a little shiver.
He's going to bring a black man with him next time!
NO! There won't be any next time! No way! I won't answer the door!
Though bathed and composed by the time her husband came home that night, she felt anxious. She wondered if he could tell that something had happened.
She needn't have been concerned. He hardly looked at her when he came in, then announced that he was changing his clothes and going right out again. A business meeting, he said.
He no longer cared a fuck about her, she concluded. He just might love to get the goods on her so he could force her to accept a divorce settlement in which she would get nothing.
That evening she drank. She hardly even talked to her children.
"What's the matter, Mom?" 14-year-old Tommy asked after his attempts to tell her what had happened at school brought no response.
"Nothing. Why don't you turn on TV?"
"There's nothing on."
"Then play a game with your sister. Leave me alone."
"I don't want to play any dumb game!" 12-year-old Pamela spoke up. "Mom, you better stop drinking so much!"
Judith slammed her glass down and was about to rail at her children. But she got a grip on herself and turned away.
"I guess there's trouble between her and Dad," she heard Tommy say to his sister as they left the living room.
Now that Judith was drunk, she could think about Danny and his marvelous, woman-pleasing prick. How big and long and superstiff it was! And the way he had taken her from in back had thrilled her more than her husband's tepid face-to-face lovemaking. Yet whenever Harry had wanted to do it "the doggy way", she had refused. Certainly! Because it was indecent. She would have refused Danny, also, except he hadn't given her a chance.
A black man?
Judith shuddered at the thought and took another gulp of booze.
She wasn't much of a drinker usually. She had a couple at the country club once in awhile, and that was about it. But tonight she was going to make an exception. She wanted to get utterly bombed.
She carried the bottle and a glass to her bedroom.
The children were old enough to look out for themselves, and Harry likely wouldn't be home until late. Judith placed the bottle and glass on the night stand and began taking her clothes off. Might as well be comfortable, she decided.
She popped her springy breasts from her brassiere and, as she watched the pink-nippled globes quiver, she thought of how Danny had played with them. She clutched them in her hands and rolled the spongy-firm mounds against her ribcage as she tilted her head back, shutting her eyes. She enjoyed the tingles that radiated from her teased nipples.
Catching a nipple between the first and second fingers of each hand, she squeezed the sensitive stems as she worked her breasts like baker's dough. Her knees grew weak, and she stumbled to the bed.
In just her panties-white ones, this time-she sank to the mattress and rolled onto her tummy, parting her legs and lifting one knee as she stretched out. Her vagina raged deep inside, and she began to grind against the bed, stimulating her clitoris and increasing the ravenous wanton desires.
She rolled onto her back. She was panting. Her fingers found the lacy front edges of her snow-white nylon panties, and she lifted the flimsy material away from her pubic vee of fleecy curls. Her fingertips daringly parting the oozing wetness of her inflamed cunt.
Oh God, what am I DOING to MYSELF? she thought, and leaped from the bed. Her breasts and lightly covered asscheeks quivering.
She snatched up the bottle and, not even bothering with the glass; tilted the jug to her rosy lips. She si- ugged down two ounces of the burning liquor and coughed. Her eyes watered as she replaced the bottle, and the room seemed to be slowly spinning around. She sank to the mattress once more. Pulling and stretching the elastic top of her panties, she slowly worked the undergarment down. She kicked free of it.
Danny... Danny... she thought as she began to tickle her pussy once more.
This time she got right down to the swollen fleshy lips. She stroked and wiggled her pouting cuntal folds, stretching them open. Cool air kissed the tingling interior of her sizzling cleft.
A fingertip found the hot, turgid head of her clitoris, and she rubbed that throbbing little button. Her hips began to bounce.
Judith had never dared to masturbate before, but now the booze was giving her the nerve. What had happened that morning had something to do with it, also. Danny, had released her forbidden fantasies.
She kept thinking about him, even though she hated him for the way he had treated her. What a big, stiff wonderful prick he had! She couldn't quit thinking about that. The drunker she became, the more vividly his lurid cock blazed in her mind.
She glided two fingers into her well lubricated hotly throbbing cunt. In and out she pumped the imaginary cock. Danny's cock.
Judith, get hold of yourself! her conscience finally cried, and she quit masturbating as she lay and stared up at the ceiling, her aroused body pulsating from head to toes.
The way she felt at that moment, she wished Danny was with her. She even wished he might bring his black friend along.
Judith had never seen a black penis.
She grasped the bottle and nearly spilled it as she brought it to her mouth while craning her neck up from the pillow. She gulped down another hefty swig, some excess dribbling down her cheek. The bottle tipped as she put it back on the nightstand, and she had difficulty righting it with the whole room going round.
Though she remained aroused as she sank back onto the bed, the large amount of booze she had consumed overwhelmed all else, and she lapsed into a drunken stupor.
It was very late when she awoke, sick to her stomach, and she rushed to the bathroom. Her husband still wasn't home. After vomiting up the poison, she returned weak-kneed to bed. She put away the incriminating glass and bottle, struggled into pajamas, and turned out the lights before crawling under the covers.
She slept soundly.
When she awakened, it was late the next morning. Harry had gone to work - if he had ever come home at all!-and the kids had gotten themselves off to school. Wrapping a robe about her, Judith went to the kitchen and made some instant coffee which she downed with three aspirins to dull the throbbing in her head. After a shower, she felt human once more.
But very ashamed.
I must get my mind off what I've done, she decided, and get away from the house! That way, if Danny comes back I really won't be at home.
She was just gartering her second nylon (she preferred clip-on stockings to pantyhose) when the door-chimes sounded. She straightened up and stood stock-still, her heart thumping.
The doorchimes sounded again.
In a white bra, mint-green panties, and gartered hose, Judith minced through the house to the front door and peeked through the one-way peep-hole. Her heart leaped. Danny was out there, and he did have a black man with him!
Though the fellow was very dark, he wasn't bad-looking, with close-cropped hair and a big, athletic build. He was about Danny's age, both of them in their very early twenties. Danny wore a simple t-shirt and jeans while the Negro had on a flowered shirt and fancy slacks.
"G-go away!" Judith called.
"Come on, baby," Danny said. "Open up!"
"No!"
The men spoke to each other, but Judith couldn't make out what they were saying. Then they turned and left.
She backed away from the door, unsure whether she was relieved or sorry that they had given up so quickly. But as she thought about it, she congratulated herself on her strength of character. She returned to the bedroom and finished dressing.
I must go out and stay away from here for the whole day! she decided. That way I won't even be tempted to do something I'll regret for the rest of my life!
What had happened yesterday was rape, and she could forget about it if she never saw Danny again. Why she would even think of submitting to him a second time - or of submitting to his black friend, which would be even worse-she didn't know. It was so unlike her! But getting drunk had been unlike her, also-as had toying with herself between the legs.
But she didn't want anything more to happen. She hoped Danny would get the idea and leave her alone, despite the shameful tape recording that he held like a club over her head. He wouldn't send it to her husband just out of meanness, she reasoned. It was only a bluff. All she had to do was call it.
When she left the house, she looked carefully about. Danny and the other man were nowhere to be seen. She walked to her large double garage and found the door open. Harry must have been in a hurry when he left, she thought.
She slid behind the wheel of her Pontiac and backed out. She left the motor running while she got out and closed the garage. Then she returned to the car, backed out the driveway, and headed toward the local shopping center.
"Make a right onto the freeway!" a male voice said from right behind her ear.
Judith jumped. She turned her head quickly and found herself gazing into Danny's twinkling eyes.
"Where did you come from?" she demanded.
"I was crouched behind the seat all the time," he said. "I'm surprised you didn't see me... or maybe you did, hmmm?"
"I'm going to stop!" she declared, her heart pounding. "And you're going to get out!"
"Like hell!" he chuckled.
"Then I'll signal the first police car I see!"
"And my friend will forward the tape to your husband."
"Ooh, God!" Judith murmured.
"Onto the freeway, baby," Danny said.
She made the turn.
The freeway quickly took her out of town. Her nerves were taut, her heart thumping.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked as soon as she could get up the nerve.
"You'll find out."
It isn't my fault! Judith concluded. It really isn't' I'M BEING RAPED... AGAIN!
"Take the next off-ramp!" Danny ordered.
She did so, and found herself on a country road that meandered into the hills.
"There!" Danny said, indicating a clump of trees just off the shoulder. "Park down there!"
She carefully guided the car down the slope, her heart beating in her throat, and she brought the vehicle to a stop behind the thick foliage which concealed it from the road.
"A good smooching spot!" Danny said, and chuckled. "I remember it from when I was a kid."
Judith twisted in the seat. "PLEASE don't do this! I'll give you money!"
"Shit!" he derided.
A car glided down from the road to park behind Judith's, and she saw Danny's black friend behind the wheel. He had followed them!
She wrenched the door of her car open, and lunged out. She began to run.
"Sam, let's get her!" Danny yelled.
They both took after her as she scrambled among the trees, trying to get back to the road. She didn't make it. One of the men threw a football tackle, and she tumbled forward onto the grassy ground.
A man leaped astride her to sit on her cushiony buttocks. It was Danny.
"Oooooh!" she cried, squirming. She couldn't turn over, and she couldn't buck Danny off. In her present position, she couldn't even get at him with her hands or feet.
"Let's tie her wrists behind her," Danny said to his black friend.
"Man, are you sure this is all right?" the Negro asked in his mellifluous and educated voice.
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
"What'll I use to tie her?" the black man asked. "We didn't bring any rope."
"Pull off her stockings," Danny said, wiggling forward to sit higher on her back. "We can use half on her wrists, and the other half on her ankles."
The Negro flipped up her skirt and gave an appreciative whistle. "Man, we won't have to do that," he said. "Look what she's got on."
Danny twisted his head and gazed down at her creamy-white thighs above snugly gartered stockingtops. "Heyyy, that's a neat sight! Baby, you dress just like they did in the fifties... so I un-derstand."
"Oooh, please!" Judith said, shutting her eyes as she throbbed in shame. "Don't look at me like that! Please let me go!"
"Not on your life," Danny replied brusquely, and added to his friend, "Ungarter her stockings, man! Strip 'em right off her!"
"With the greatest of pleasure!" the Negro replied, kneeling next to Judith's legs.
She was utterly helpless as Danny continued to sit astride her. She had to submit to the black man's lascivious pawing of her smooth thighs, along her garter straps. He pulled her skirt higher and rubbed the plump rondures of her bottom, which were cuddled in green nylon.
"Man, this is some soft touch!" he said to Danny.
"You'd better believe it!" the white fellow replied. "She's soft all over-especially in her hot little cunt!"
"Ooooh, noooooooh!" Judith moaned, dismayed by the men's vulgarity.
Sam glided his strong hand over the curve of her cushiony rump, following her asscrack, and he pressed her panties against the divided plushiness that he felt between her legs.
"OOOOOH!" she responded heatedly and not entirely in anger, though she resented very much the way that the men were treating her.
Sam moved his hands to her garters and undipped them, one by one. He slowly stripped her stockings down, removed her shoes, and picked the nylons off her feet.
"Give me one of those stockings and I'll tie her wrists," Danny said. "We can get her ankles later."
Sam complied, and within moments Judith's arms were bound behind her back. Danny dismounted.
"This is rape!" the despairing woman said as she stared up at him over her shoulder.
"You can call it that," he replied as he unsnapped the front of his jeans. They were already pushed out of shape by the lustful power they contained.
When he pushed his pants down, his meaty cock leaped up to stand quivering before the suburban housewife's shocked eyes.
"Aren't you gonna strip?" he asked Sam.
"I figured I might watch you first," the black man said, still kneeling.
"Shit, no!" Danny retorted. "The idea is for us both to go after her. Man, you know the scrip!"
Script! Judith thought. What are they talking about?
But she was too worked up and frightened to puzzle over the matter.
Sam rose to his feet, and the hump in his trousers was awesome. He gave evidence of being hung even more massively than his white friend.
Judith had heard whispered references about the sexual prowess of black men and how huge their pe-nises were supposed to be. She watched Sam as he began to disrobe. At her other side, Danny was removing the rest of his clothes.
Sam's dark eyes twinkled as he unbuttoned his fancy shirt and took it off. His large chest was devoid of hair. His skin was a smooth chocolate brown.
He kicked off his shoes, then unbelted his trousers. Judith would have sworn she saw the hump in the front of them twitch. Her throat was getting dry, and her heart felt as if it were pounding right there. She twisted, tugging at the bonds on her wrists, but she couldn't loosen them. Her dangling garter straps flapped against her pale thighs.
Sam pushed his pants down, and his manhood surged forward, stretching the fabric of his maroon-colored hipster briefs. They were made of nylon, just like Judith's panties. He pulled his trousers off his legs and dropped them onto the grass.
"NOOOH!" Judith cried. "DON'T GO ANY FARTHER!"
"See how excited she is?" Danny chortled. "She doesn't trust herself once she sees a black cock!"
"I'm not excited!" Judith maintained. "I HATE this!"
"Sure, sure!" Danny said sarcastically, and added to Sam, "Strip down your underwear, man."
The Negro did so, and his big prick flipped up to bob springily, in full erection. His very dark knob was swollen immensely. The skin on his shaft was a lighter brown, with purplish veins bulging as they twined around his tree-trunk. His balls were bull-like.
"OOOH, DON'T DOOOOOO IT TO ME PLEEEEASE!" Judith moaned.
"Just take that don't out of there, and you see what she really means - huh, Sam?" Danny said.
"Maybe not, man. Maybe she really doesn't want it," Sam replied, gazing down.
"We'll make her want it before we're through with her!"
"Please!" Judith begged again. "What's the reason for all this? Why me?"
"Because you're there, like Mount Everest," Danny replied.
The men stood at both sides of her, staring at her panty-clad ass and her tapering, smooth legs. Finally Danny sank to his knees. He took a double grip at the top of her panties and wiggled the green, filmy undergarment down from her bottom, along her legs, and �f "Want to sniff 'em?" he asked with a grin, and tossed her underpants to Sam.
"I'm not into that," Sam said, and draped her panties over his high-standing rod.
Danny stretched her buttocks apart. "Some cute asshole, huh?" he asked as she clenched her sphincter muscle, drawing her converging, brownish puckers into a tight knot. Her anus was ringed by a sparse sprinkling of tiny blonde hairs.
"Why are you humiliating me so?" Judith cried.
"Let's turn her and sit her up," Danny said to his friend. "I want you to see her tits."
Kneeling at opposite sides of her, they turned her, and her bare bottom came to rest in the grass. She sat, her arms helplessly bound behind her. Her eyes were a bit glassy as she gazed from one naked male to the other. She knew it was useless to protest or beg for mercy.
Danny hooked a finger into the neckline of her dress and ripped downward. She gasped as the expensive garment was torn down the front, revealing her overloaded brassiere. White flesh bulged above the tops of the cups.
Danny worked the ruined dress down off her shoulders and deftly unhooked her bra. He pulled the cups up around her neck, letting her boobies spill out.
"What did I tell you?" he said to Sam, and lifted one breast. "Want a suck?"
"Not just yet," Sam replied, still cautious. But it was obvious from the glint in his dark eyes and from the twitching of his stiff and lengthy cock that he was excited by the sight of her creamy-white, pink-nippled tits.
"Well, maybe she'd like to suck, then," Danny suggested. "Have you ever had a black cock in your mouth, Mrs. Westover?"
Her brain reeled. She felt as if she might become sick.
"Please don't make me do thaaaat!" she begged.
But she knew, even as she said it, that the plea was futile. These men intended to force her to commit the nastiest act she had ever heard of, and she was powerless to prevent it. Alone with them in the middle of nowhere, with her hands bound behind her back, she was totally at their mercy...
"What is this racist jazz?" Sam snarled at his friend. "Did you bring me in on this gig just because I'm black?"
Judith took hope, though it was a slim one. If Sam got mad enough, maybe he would make Danny turn her loose.
"Aaw shit, man!" the white fellow said. "That didn't have anything to do with it. But I figured that the fact you're black might mean something to this bitch! You know how these pampered suburban housewives are!"
"Well, if you want her to suck cock, man, let her suck yours!" Sam said, still not assuaged.
"Okay. Then she can suck yours after."
Judith's hope flickered out as Danny wiggled closer on his knees, his virile prick spearing skyward.
"I... I don't want to... suck either of your... your filthy... things!" she said, panting with mingled fear and excitement.
"Aaaw, baby, just pretend I'm your husband, huh?" Danny crooned, stroking her blonde head. "You suck his cock all the time, don't you?"
"No, I don't!" Judith declared. "I've never sucked anyone!"
"No bull?" Danny looked as if he couldn't believe it. "At your age? You mean, your old man never asked you to do it?"
"He... he asked me... once," Judith said, blushing fiercely. "But I wouldn't! It's too... nasty!"
Danny laughed. "Man, did you hear that? We've got ourselves an oral virgin!"
"Well, go ahead and take her," Sam said.
Danny grasped his upward canted pole and lowered its thrust until it was pointed directly at Judith's face, and he crawled close enough for its subtle masculine aroma to tease her nostrils. She stared at the fearsome thing with its bulging purplish head and hard shaft, and her gaze became riveted on the small hole at the organ's tip through which, she knew, Danny both pissed and shot his cum.
I can't take it into my mouth! she thought. I just CAN'T! I'LL DIE!
As if he had read her thoughts, Danny said, "You can lick it first, until you get used to it... hmmm?"
"Please don't make me do that?" She begged. "I don't WANT to! Don't you understand?"
Danny's expression suddenly changed, and he grasped a hank of her fluffy blond hair, jerking her head back. She gasped, her pink mouth flying open.
"Now get this through your cunt-brain!" Danny growled. "You're gonna do what Sam and I tell you to do - everything we tell you to do, and just because we say it! Never mind whether you want to do it or not! Is that clear?"
"Oooh, you're... huuurting meeee!" Judith whimpered, tears in her eyes.
Danny let go of her hair, and she lowered her chin. She again found herself staring directly at the young man's cock, which was as close to her face as ever and hadn't softened one whit.
"Open your mouth like a good girl," Danny said gently, but there was tension in his voice.
"If you... if you... don't make me do this... " Judith said, "I'll let both of you... fuck me."
Danny slapped her across the face, and she yelped.
"Man, why'd you do that?" Sam demanded. "We agreed, no rough stuff."
"It didn't hurt her," Danny replied. "I just wanted to let her know I meant it when I said she was to follow orders without arguing. Also, I was shocked to hear her use that dirty word." He sniggered.
Judith stared wide-eyed at him while her slapped cheek reddened.
"Say the word again, honey," he urged. "Maybe I can get used to hearing it drop from your nice, respectable lips."
"Fuck," Judith said, blushing.
"You know, man, I'm getting to like hearing her say it," Danny remarked to Sam. "Go on," he added to Judith, "say it several times."
"Fuck... fuck... fuck!" she said, and her face. became redder - both cheeks.
"Good. Now say, 'I want to lick your cock, Danny'."
"Aaw, man, get on with it!" Sam snapped, losing patience.
"Say what I told you!" Danny ordered Judith.
She didn't see how she could avoid saying it, unless she wanted to get slapped again. And once she had voiced the desire, even though she didn't mean it, she would almost have to follow through.
Who was she kidding? She would have to follow through, anyway! These guys weren't going to let her off the hook until she had thoroughly humiliated herself.
A shudder went through her, and her nerves became more taut than ever.
"Well?" Danny prodded. "I'm waiting."
"I want... " she began, nearly strangling on the words, "to lick your... cock, Danny."
He pushed his lust-bloated cockhead against her lips. The horny upper ridge of his bulb touched the tip of her nose, and her nostrils flared. She could really smell it now, the steamy scent of his maleness gushing up her nose and turning her brain light.
She uttered a little while as her lips helplessly parted. The tip of her tongue touched the slitted snout of Danny's prick. Her taste buds reported a slight salty tang-but, surprisingly, it wasn't too repulsive. However, the idea was revolting!
Judith's tongue ventured farther, and Danny watched it swipe around the mauve-colored knob of his organ, which he continued to hold by the shank so that it pointed directly at her mouth. Sam also watched.
Judith quivered all over. The taste buds oil her trembly tongue rioted as they strongly received Danny's male flavor. His musky cock-scent surged up her delicate nostrils.
She feared she would become ill, and she backed away. Her eyes were wide with shock and a kind of wonderment that she had done as much as she had.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Danny asked, and his saliva-moistened penis twitched in his grasp. The bulb seemed to have swollen even larger, its skin very tight and shiny, having taken on a rosier hue.
"I hated it!" Judith said.
"Then see how you like this," Danny said. "Open your sweet mouth wide and wrap your loving lips around the collar of my cock!"
"Noooooh!" she moaned, her eyes anguished.
Danny used his free hand to grasp her at the back of the head, and he pulled her forward as he pushed his fiercely aroused penis against her face. She whined through barely parted lips as he smeared his moist cockhead against their softness, broke through, and rammed at the even ridges of her teeth.
His hand which gripped her head hurt. The pressure against her mouth hurt, also. Her eyes rolled helplessly. It was clear that Sam wasn't about to intervene. There was no hope for her, Judith realized.
She shamefully opened her mouth wide, and Danny's swollen cockhead plunged in, plugging her oral cavity completely. She glugged, and her eyes watered, as her lips clamped around his iron-hard shaft just behind the ridge. She stared up at him.
To the young man, the sight was erotic in the extreme: His prick sticking into her face, while she obviously suffered, regarding it as an awful indignity. Her hands were bound at her back, making it impossible for her to fend him off.
"So now you've got it-huh, babe?" he husked, keeping one hand around the back of her head and the other wrapped about the shank of his organ. "Easy with the teeth. Just use your sweet lips and tongue."
He began to stroke gently, working his turgid member in and out between her slippery lips, driving deeper into the warm, wet cave of her mouth.
She gagged.
Danny pulled back some, but he kept moving between her open lips, taking most of the stimulation right where he wanted it, anyway - on the supersensitive ridge of his cockhead.
There was only one thing wrong: The woman hadn't started to suck yet.
"Go to work!" Danny growled at her. "Pretend my cock's a lollipop. Suck it!"
Judith's senses reeled. She seemed to be drowning in the raunchy taste and scent of the man's sexual organ. Her stomach churned.
There was, however, a glimmer of pleasure, though she wouldn't have admitted it to anyone: The meaty fullness in her mouth and the stroking of the male cylinder between her stretched lips furnished a strange stimulation.
She took an experimental suck, and that unexpectedly gave her pleasure, also-not because of the stronger taste that gushed onto her tongue, which only made her stomach churn all the more, but because of something else. Though she couldn't quite understand it, sucking was fun! She sucked some more.
"That's it, baby!" Danny rasped, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. "Show me you love it!"
Her eyes rolled, and they became kind of glassy. She shut them. Her pulse pounded. Her mouth tightened on the man's thrusting prick, and her throat seemed to open as her tongue curled around the underside of his fat, surging cockhead.
She sucked more heatedly. The more she sucked, the harder her pulse pounded, and the more excited she became. She even felt shameful moisture break through the lips of her pussy and dribble onto the grass!
Danny let go of his cock and her head, and he grasped her breasts. He rolled and squeezed her big beauties as he gently stroked his cock in her face, and she sucked it of her own accord.
He said to Sam, "You see, man? She digs it! Sure! The respectable little housewife is a natural-born cocksucker! What did I tell you?"
Sam squirmed on his knees, his prick harder than ever. He didn't say anything, but his gaze was appreciatively bright. It was clear that he wanted to get in on the action, too.
Danny's obscene indictment of her morals heightened Judith's shame. But she couldn't stop sucking his mouth-plugging, lip-pleasing prick. Even the wild, manly taste of it helped turn her on. Her pussy dribbled more, and that was visible to both men as she sat in the grass with her thighs spread.
Judith kept telling herself she was being forced to do what she was doing, and it was true that her wrists were bound. But Danny no longer had hold of her head, and he no longer was forcibly ramming his cock into her face. She was sucking it on her own accord, even hunching at it a little as the young man stroked it gently and smoothly between her slippery, widespread lips.
Her tongue became active, licking his prick-knob as the bulbous mass of blood-engorged maleness surged in her mouth. She swallowed frequently, because her saliva was flowing like mad. Even though her mouth-juice contained the essence of Danny's prick as well, her stomach had quieted down. It was her nerves which were running riot!
"Let me have a try at her, man!" Sam said.
"Sure." The white fellow patted Judith's cheek, "Open your eyes, baby, and see what you're gonna get next."
He pulled out just as Judith's eyes opened, and she gazed at his springy-stiff cock bobbing up and down, the head an angry rosy hue, gleaming with her spittle. Her gaze shifted as Sam moved forward at the other side of her. His prick was even thicker and longer than Danny's-and it was so dark!
"No!" she said, and panted, her mouth loose and wet.
"What's the matter, mama," Sam crooned, petting her blonde hair, "You got a thing against black guys?"
"Yes!" she blurted. Then fearing Sam's response, she said, "No, but... I've just never... " She was gazing at his gigantic dark tool.
"You'd never sucked a white cock before today, either, so you said," Sam replied gently. "You took to that okay. What makes you think a black cock is gonna be any different?"
He moved toward her face.
She wasn't a racist. At least, she had always told herself that. But she lived in an all-white suburb and sent her kids to an all-white school. She listened to her lilly-white friends speak derisively Of "niggers" and she never corrected them.
Still, Sam was big and handsome, even if he was black! And he had a gentle way. His cock was huge!
She couldn't help herself, Judith thought defensively as she shut her eyes and opened her mouth. The purplish-black, shiny knob of Sam's prick pushed against her lips, forcing them to spread wider. She had to part them as wide as she possibly could in order to permit the Negro's throbbing prickhead to push through. Then her mouth was plugged by his awesome organ, and her eyes popped open.
She stared along his chocolate-colored shaft at his brown belly which was ornamented by black fuzz. His balls hung low and heavy. He began to move his prick a little, pumping it in and out between her lips, stroking just an inch or less each way. Judith's eyes crossed as she gazed along his mouth-impaling pole.
Then she shut her eyes once more and uttered a muffled moan of resignation as she began to suck Sam's chocolate prick, finding that it tasted very much like Danny's and felt like his, also, except that it was larger.
She couldn't quit thinking that it was black, however, and this added to the humiliation that she felt, despite her perverse pleasure in the cocksucking. It was a filthy act, she firmly believed, and it was wrong! She would never have done it if she weren't forced!
She sucked harder on Sam's velvet-sheathed bone, gulping down his flavor which washed over her prick-lapping tongue. She squirmed against the grassy ground, her pussy getting hotter and wetter.
She opened her eyes and rolled them, catching sight of Danny. He was obscenely stroking his prick with his hand as he watched Sam's brown rod stroke between the white woman's circular pink lips.
"Aaahhhnng... ghaahhhh... ghaaagh... " she groaned as she cocksucked the Negro, her shame rising in equal measure with her passion.
But it was the passion that she responded to, and she finally leaned back to let Sam's prick flip free. It was so springy-stiff by that time that it slapped against his belly, then lowered a bit to stand quivering in mid-air, its swollen head visibly pulsating.
"Aaaaaww... come on...!" Judith groaned, rolling her eyes and writhing. She felt so helpless with her hands tied behind her back.
"What do you want, babe?" Danny taunted. "Tell us!"
"I want to... oooh God, I want to... " Her shame was intense, but her passion broke through it, and she cried obscenely, "I want to be fucked!"
"You see there, man?" Danny said to Sam, as she squirmed and panted. "I've got her begging for it now! She's coming along just fine."
"Who's got her begging?" the black man challenged. "It was my cock that she just sucked."
"Yeah, but this whole bit was my idea. I had to argue like hell to get you to go along with it. Remember? You were scared of your black neck, as if you might get strung up for raping a white broad. Well, this is no rape, man! And this isn't the nineteen-twenties down South!"
"Cut that crap and let's put it to her, if that's what she wants!" Sam said.
"Maybe she'd like to get her pussy licked a little first," Danny leeringly suggested.
"No!" Judith exclaimed between gasps. "I don't want any more of that... funny stuff!" Her eyes were shut. "Just screw me... fuck meeee! Oooh, damn you, don't make me beg!"
Danny looked down at the vee of her thighs, which was open.
"Let's see if she's wet enough," he said, though it was apparent to both Sam and him that the fur along her cuntal lips was plastered against the velvet flesh and her pink folds were dribbling moisture.
Danny balled a fist, letting his middle finger stick out, and he poked the probe right up between her thighs, sinking it into her pudding-like cunt. His finger easily glided into her slick vaginal mouth, and he pumped in and out, watching her facial features contort.
"Like that finger-huh, babe?" he asked as his prick stood very high and twitched.
"Ooooooh... nooooooh... I want... "
"What do you want, nice lady?" Danny teased. "Just come right out and tell me."
"Your cock!" she fairly shrieked. "Your big prick! Oooh, damn you, stick it innnn-to meeeee!"
"Which do you want first, mine or Sam's?"
"Either one!" she panted, out of her mind with lust. "They're both big and stiff, and that's what I need!"
Danny pulled his finger from her hole and held it up, looking at the gleaming moisture that coated it. "Want to eat her first, Sam?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Let's just fuck her," Sam said.
"Okay. She goes real good on all fours. That's because she's mostly bitch, I guess. Help me flip her over."
Judith whimpered as the men turned her onto her knees. With her hands still bound behind her back, her titties slammed into the soft grass, that elevated her broad ass.
Her cheeky buttocks were spread, exposing the tight convergence of brownish little puckers between the white mounds. Her shaggy sexual slash was soft and wet, her rosy labia puffed by warm blood and spread invitingly.
Danny knelt behind her.
With her cheek pressed against the grass, she eyed Sam's upthrust cock as she felt the other man nose his torpedo into her hair-fringed fissure. She gasped when her pussymouth spread, then moaned as Danny's hardness glided thickly into her - driving deep with the very first thrust.
"Uuuh!" she gurgled lasciviously. "Yessss! Oooh God, that's what I want!"
She continued to gaze at Sam's beautiful brown prick, her eyes glassy and her mouth slack, as Danny began stroking in and out of her sizzling cleft.
"Give it to meee!" she groaned.
Danny fucked harder into her upturned cunt.
"Your prick... Sam...!" she moaned pantingly. "I want to suck ittt!"
The Negro quickly untied the stocking which was wound around her wrists and, as soon as her hands were free, she propped herself onto them, as shaky as her arms were. This elevated her head to cocksucking position, and Sam pushed down on the shank of his organ to make it stand straight out, offering it to her mouth.
Her lips eagerly glided around his blood-engorged dark bulb, and she locked them in the groove just behind his ridged corona. She sucked, while circling his tasty cockhead with her tongue.
All the while, Danny pumped into her, deeply and thickly, rippling her cuntal walls with the ridge and veins of his turgid member. She felt his balls swing against her clitty. His firm belly spanked her bouncy ass.
Sam stroked into her face, sinking his meaty erection deeper into her mouth than before. She didn't want to gag, and so she didn't. She wanted to take Sam's black prick into her throat.
She writhed and humped, her back undulating. Her breasts hung down and quivered.
Sam reached underneath her and milked her stiff nipples while he fucked her face.
"Let's change, man!" Danny said suddenly, and pulled his penis from her wet hole with a sucking Pop!
"Oooooh, yessssss!" Judith hissed as soon as Sam had vacated her mouth. "I want your big black cock shoved up my pussy!" she heatedly told him, delighting in the use of words she had never dared utter before.
The men changed positions and, when she felt Sam's engorged prick savagely part her cuntal lips and drive thickly up her man-hungry hole, she gripped Danny's poised organ and pulled it into her mouth. Never mind that his cock was coated with the juice from her vagina. The taste of her own slippery syrup made her senses reel, and she pumped her mouth briskly on the young fellow's butter-slick cock.
Sam hunched fiercely, battering her upraised cunt. He spread her buttocks apart and watched her hair-fringed pink encirclement claim him as her juice dribbled down. Danny fucked his hot cock rapidly between her lips.
She knew what was about to happen. She didn't really think about it, but she knew. And, God help her, she wanted it! She gulped more fiercely at Danny's mouth-impaling cock as she wriggled her wild ass and slammed her soft pussy against the Negro's savage thrusts.
Danny erupted.
She gulped and gurgled as his creamy, thick sperm washed over her tongue and dribbled from her cock-loving lips. She felt it gush down her throat, and she swallowed every bit, while Sam gripped her ass and pounded his turgid stiffness home.
She came as his torrent of warm cum flooded her quaking cunt, and she got it at both ends at the same time-that luscious man-stuff spurting into her mouth and her gratified pussy!
It was only when she had to gasp for breath that she let Danny's softened member ooze from between her foam-flecked lips, and she sank into the soft grass, causing Sam's organ to pull from her pussy and whip wetly about.
She lay against the grass and panted, thinking, What a slut I am!
The fiction that she had been forced had worn thin. She saw herself for what she was - a passionate woman whose puritanical principles had denied her the pleasures she had always wanted. She saw it, but didn't like it, because her principles hadn't been destroyed, only overcome for the moment.
Her conscience cried out for her to gather what was left of her goodness and wrap it around her like a cloak, concealing her own base inner nature while shielding herself from the world's lustful demands.
"We'll see you again," Danny said with a wink as he and Sam climbed into the latter's car and took off.
Judith pulled her torn dress together as best she could and returned home. She made all sorts of resolutions: Never to let Danny or Sam get close to her again was at the top of her list, but there were many others, as well, including how she was going to think and talk and how steadfastly she would devote herself to her family in order to make up for the sins she had committed.
Danny had had his fun, she concluded wryly, and he wouldn't use the tape of her voice to hurt her, so she needn't worry about that.
He had a thing against middle-class women, apparently, judging by the remarks he had made to Sam. He wanted to humiliate them. Perhaps that stemmed from a resentment of his mother, or it may have been politically inspired - but, at any rate, he had achieved his purpose, Judith realized with a shudder.
Well, he wouldn't rub her nose in the dirt any more! She would be super careful whenever she answered the door or ventured out of the house, so that she wouldn't fall into his sadistic clutches again!
All went well for the next day or so. Judith got closer to her children, and she even managed to warm Harry up a little. He spent an evening at home, which she appreciated. But he didn't approach her in bed. That she appreciated, also, because she was no longer hungry for sex, after all that had happened with Danny and Sam, and she feared that her guilt would make her unresponsive to her husband. She felt she needed time to get her marriage back on an even keel.
It was two days after her shameful interlude in the country with Danny and Sam when the phone rang and she was greeted by Danny's voice: "How are you feeling, honey?" he impudently asked. "Ready for another little romp?"
She hung up without replying.
The mere sound of the brash young man's voice set her nerves on edge, and she stood with her hand on the telephone while her heart pounded. She knew that he would ring back.
I simply won't answer it! she thought, and took her hand off the receiver.
The ring occurred. It was repeated, and repeated again. The phone rang four times... five... six It kept ringing.
Judith snatched the receiver up.
"Just leave me alone!" she cried. "I'm never going to see you again!"
"This afternoon at one o'clock," he said calmly "at the shopping center. I'll be in front of the Sears store. You d better be there, doll, or you'll be letting yourself in for some punishment. I'll do something to you that you won't like."
He hung up.
Judith trembled. The man was mad-that had to be the only explanation. He intended to keep dogging her Well, she would be too smart for him! She simply wouldn't give him a chance to get his hands on her.
As for meeting him at the shopping center... forget it!
What did he mean about punishment, she wondered - doing something to her that she wouldn't like?
Oh, what was the difference! As long as she stayed clear of him, he couldn't hurt her. And she still didn't think he would use the tape-not now.
When one o'clock approached, she thought about him, and she became itchy. But she assured herself that she had no desire to meet him. She didn't leave the house, and she kept the door locked.
It wasn't until shortly after three, when her children were due home from school, that she unlocked the door, because that was the way they usually found it, and she didn't want them to think anything was wrong.
She was in the living room when the door opened, and her blonde 12-year-old daughter, Pam, walked in.
"I brought someone home with me, Mom," the young girl announced.
Judith jumped up from her chair when Danny, smiling confidently, stepped into the house behind Pam.
"He's a security man from the school," Pam explained, "and we've been having some problems over there - you know, people ripping off other people's lockers and like that. He wants to talk to you about it."
"Hello, Mrs. Westover," Danny said.
"Uh, please go to your room, Pam," her mother nervously requested.
"Sure." The girl glanced from her to Danny. "I don't know why I can't listen, though, since it's my school."
"Better mind your mommy," Danny suggested with an amiable smile.
"I think I'll go over to Sally's place," Pam announced. "We've got a tough math assignment for tomorrow."
"But you don't have to leave the house!" Judith said.
"I told you, Mom - we've got this math assignment."
"Well, your brother is coming right home, isn't he?"
"Not tonight. He's got a game. See you later!" Pam was gone.
"You bastard!" Judith cried at Danny. "How dare you approach one of my children!"
"It was a way to get in here - and a pretty good one, too, if I say so myself." He grinned. "Hey, she's a mighty cute kid. Does she fuck?"
"What?"
"I asked if little Pam fucks. What's the matter, baby, don't you hear so well?"
"My daughter is... only twelve years old!" Judith declared with some difficulty. She felt a constriction at her throat.
"Well, let's forget about her for the moment." Danny's eyes turned serious. "You're the one I'm worried about right now. How come you didn't meet me at the shopping center?"
"I told you I wouldn't be there, and you can see that I meant it. I don't want to have anything more to do with you, and that's final. Now get out of this house!"
"Remember what I told you?" Danny asked.
"You mean... "
"Yeah." His eyes glinted viciously. "About you letting yourself in for some punishment if you didn't meet me."
"You just get out of here!" Judith said. But she trembled.
Danny lashed out. Before she realized what was happening or could utter a sound, he had whirled her about and clamped a hand over her mouth. He began to walk her toward the bedroom, twisting one arm painfully behind her back.
Her thoughts swirled.
She didn't want to yield to the young man again. Yet how was she going to prevent it? He was too strong! And what sort of punishment did he have in mind for her?
"I'm going to let go of your mouth," he said as he shoved her into the bedroom, "because I know you've got more sense than to yell. That would just bring your neighbors rushing over - or maybe the cops. And either way, you'd have to make explanations which would get back to your husband. I've still got that tape, don't forget."
By the time he freed her mouth, Judith was more afraid to scream than to face whatever treatment he had in store for her.
.
He roughly shoved her forward, and she tumbled across the bed.
"I'm gonna make you realize you've got to do whatever I say, babe!" he declared as he yanked at the fasteners on his jeans. "More than that, I'm gonna make you want to do it!"
He stripped his jeans down, and his cock sprang out, arching thickly and meatily forward, its bulbous head nodding. Judith stared over her shoulder at the fascinating organ, and she felt a twinge of desire. But she quickly suppressed it and turned to sit up.
"Don't get off that bed!" Danny warned.
She stayed where she was, remembering how it had hurt when Danny had slapped her before. She hoped he didn't have some punishment like that in mind.
He kicked out of his jeans, then yanked his t-shirt off. It seemed that he always dressed that way, as if it were a uniform. And he never wore underwear.
"I don't like you in pants," he said, staring at the long trousers she had on. "After this, wear skirts all the time. And no pantyhose. I like those stockings and garters that you had on the other day."
"Do you think I give a damn what you like?" Judith snapped.
"Careful, doll... " he said, smiling faintly. But his eyes had a menacing gleam. "Remember what I just told you - from now on, you do everything I say."
Judith tried to compose herself and to treat rationally the problem that she faced: "Listen, I realize that you've got certain feelings that trouble you - resentments, hostilities, and that sort of thing. But it isn't fair to take them out on me. Surely you'll admit that. The wise thing would be to seek professional help."
"Shit!" Danny said.
"All right! Don't get help. But for God's sake, leave me alone!"
"Take your clothes off."
"No! Don't make me do that!"
"Want me to rip 'em off you?" Danny threatened.
She shut her eyes. All sorts of thoughts and feelings were seething within her, getting tangled up, confusing her terribly.
Danny lunged and grasped her, and she cried, "Please don't! I'll... take my clothes off."
"Be quick about it!" he demanded.
Remaining in a seated position on the edge of the bed, Judith shamefully removed the top of her outfit, and she squirmed to strip her pants down. That left her in nude-toned bikini panties and a matching bra. Her cheeks took on color as she reached behind her to unhook the brassiere. She drew the limp harness away from her round, heavy breasts.
"Lie back and roll over!" Danny ordered.
"On my stomach?"
"Yeah, on your stomach!"
"Oooh, don't spank me!" she pleaded as she complied.
"You've got a spankable bottom, all right," Danny said as he gazed at her plump, shapely buttocks which expanded the filmy nylon of her bikini briefs. "But I've got something different in mind for you today. It isn't only punishment, but it's another step in your education, you might say."
He grasped her panties around their top and stretched the elastic. The flimsy garment skidded out from under her belly and down her thighs.
She felt more embarrassed - and more excited, as well. She couldn't help that as Danny pulled her panties off. Kneeling astride her legs, he wobbled her plump buttcheeks to and fro, enjoying their smooth, sensuous feel and the way that they quivered.
Looking fearfully at him over her shoulder, Judith watched his large cock rise until it had assumed total turgidity, sticking out and upward like a spear.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, because she could hardly believe that after all the talk about punishment, he was merely going to give her a fucking.
"I'm going to screw your ass!" he said.
"What?! Oooh, NO! You don't mean... right up my...?"
"Yeah. Up your asshole!" He yanked her buttocks apart.
"NOOOOH! Oooh, you CAAAN'T! Your prick's too big! It'll KILLL meeeee!"
"You should have thought about that before you decided not to meet me today."
Judith was terrified. "Look, I-I'll suck you off! I like to do that! I'll give your juicy cock the best sucking it's ever had!"
Danny chuckled. "I know you dig sucking, doll. All women do, if they'll just admit it. And the fact that you're admitting it shows we've made some progress. But sucking isn't the only thing in the world."
"Please... oooh, please let me suck you!" She was squirming to try and get hold of his prick. "I'll make it last a long time, and you can shoot down my throat like you did the other day. I'll even lick your balls!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! Oooh, yessss! Come around here, and let me do it!"
"Well... " Danny seemed to be weakening.
Judith felt a measure of relief as he climbed off her and crawled forward to kneel next to her face. She did enjoy cocksucking, God help her. And if that would save her from having Danny shove his big cock up her ass, she would suck him all day!
She grasped his swaying, projecting prick and pulled it to her eager mouth. Her wet tongue shot out and she began to lick his cockhead avidly.
His shaft bobbed up and down in her grasp. Her tongue circled the knob of his dick, making it all wet and shiny, and she swallowed down the man-flavor that washed over her tongue.
"Lick all the way along my prick," he said.
"Oooh, yesssss!" she hissed hotly. "It's such a big, beautiful prick!"
She began to lick along it, keeping an eye cocked up at him, trying to read his reaction. Was he satisfied with this? Would he give up his plan for the other?
His expression was tense, and his eyes hot. His cock throbbed against her tongue as she licked across his bulging blue veins, nearing his balls. A cloying scent of perspiration reached her nostrils, but she didn't let that stop her. She licked onto his hairy nut-sac, hobbling his bloated testicles with her wet tongue.
His prick soared upward, brushing across her nose as she licked his sperm ladened balls. Then she got her nose right down on his sac and was inundated by the aroma of his intimate sweat as her tongue bounced his balls up and down. His upthrust prick waggled against her forehead.
He suddenly backed up, pointed his prick at her mouth, and with a hungry little cry, she took it in. She emitted muffled moans and murmurs as she sucked his tasty cock with lunges of her blonde head. Her lips skidded silkily on his shaft, across his coronal ridge and lower on his shaft than she had ever gone before. His prickhead surged into her throat.
Danny watched the delightful sight of her lips greedily devouring his prick, and he enjoyed the hot, wet vacuum of her sucking. Her teeth lightly scraped his turgid member. Her tongue lapped against his pulsating prickhead. Her lips heatedly clasped the meaty stem of his organ as she rhythmically bobbed her head up and down... up and down...
He pulled free.
"What'd you do that for?" she asked pantingly. "I want to finish it!"
"You did just enough, honey," he said, scrambling around to her rear. "You got my cock all slippery.
There's nothing like spit as a lubricant."
Pushing her plump ass in the air, he forced her to splay her knees. He ripped her rubbery buttocks wide.
"NOOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled in humiliation and fright. "You're not going to stick it up my ass after all... are youuuu?"
His answer was to poke the nose of his spit-slick member against the converging little puckers that ringed her forbidden orifice. He applied pressure, and Judith yelped.
"I CAN'T TAAAAAKE IT!" she cried. "YOU'LL SPLIT ME IN TWOOOOO!"
Grinding forward as he held the trunk of his blood-engorged organ in his fist, the pressure of his bloated prickhead forced her anal ring to spread. Wider and wider her virgin anus opened painfully to him, and she clawed at the bedclothes as she moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The rosy membrane of her anus stretched more and more as it crawled unwillingly over the wideness of his invading cockhead. Only her own saliva on his organ saved her from greater pain. Finally her rubber rim passed over the hardness of his cock-ridge, which was the thickest part of his tool, and her taut, elastic membrane contracted a bit as it clasped his slippery prick.
With the bulb of his cock lodged in her rectum, Danny paused. He took a deep breath and even chuckled. Judith was continuing to moan.
"How do you like it so far, doll?" he asked. "How does it feel?"
"AAAW-ful" she panted. "It's like a fist in there!
I'm all stretched... out of shape!"
"You see what I mean about the punishment, huh? But you'll like it more as we go on." His voice took on a harsher tone as he added, "But I don't really care if you like it or not. You deserve to get your ass fucked because you're a cheap, filthy whore!"
Judith's brain swirled. Throbs of pain blossomed up from her impaled rear. She was afraid to move.
Danny did the moving as he battered his prick farther up her ass, burning her encircling membrane.
"Oooh... oooooh... ooooooh!" she bawled as his invading prick, which felt like a fencepost, burrowed deeper and deeper into her ravaged rectum.
He stopped when he had given her about half the length of his 8-inch cock, and he withdrew a couple of inches. Just as Judith was about to breathe a sigh of partial relief, he came plunging in again, driving farther up her shocked, throbbing asshole. Her orifice clutched his cock in a rubbery grip. He could feel pulsations of pain pass through her sodomized flesh.
He withdrew and plunged again... withdrew and plunged... sinking ever deeper into her resisting ass until she had absorbed six inches of iron-hard prick. To Judith, it felt like a yard-no, an entire telephone pole being rammed up her ass!
She whined and squirmed, but this only wiggled her asshole around the man's cock, causing greater discomfort. It pleased him, however, and he fucked her hot ass harder.
She could hear the slippery, lurid sound of his prick stroking through her tight anal circle. She could feel his balls swinging against her cunt. Her asshole was stretched so wide by his brutally invading member that she feared it would never return to its normal size.
But the pain, at least, was lessening. Though she felt lots of pressure, both around her orifice and deep inside, the man's continuing thrusts were starting to stimulate nerve-endings which she had never associated with sex before. God help her, she began to get turned on!
She turned her head and gazed into the mirror at the sight of the husky young male poised above her upturned bottom, spearing his turgid prick in and out between her round, quivering buttocks, and this heightened her illicit arousal. She began to squirm and moan wantonly.
Danny intensified his sadistic ravishment of her rear, cruelly pumping his awesome cock up and down in her asshole with ever-increasing speed. His balls pulled up to hug the base of his shaft, and they churned with lustful heat.
His sadomistic glee increased to a raging crescendo as he raped Judith's ass. She gurgled and moaned. She bobbed her bouncy buttocks "FUCK ME... OOOH YES, GOD DAMN YOU FUCK MEEEEEE!" she cried. "SCREW MY HOT ASS!"
She was moving as heatedly as Danny by that time and her passion unaccountably was reaching a climax, despite the fact that her pussy hadn't even been touched. The rippling sensation of the young man's ridged rod, stroking briskly in and out of her asshole, was getting her there.
She gasped.
She shrieked.
Then she came, shaking her jelly-like buttocks against Danny's front as his turgid stiffness jerked in her rectum, gushing forth a torrent of his creamy, thick sperm. Her asshole spasmed claspingly around the base of his cock, seeming to suck at it, and every drop of jism surged up from his balls to spurt into the heat of her intestines.
She fell forward, gasping for breath, and Danny's prick pulled a few inches from her. But he kept the rest of his meaty member in her ass until it had softened. Then he drew it out with an obscene sucking sound.
"Ooooooh, my Godddd!" Judith breathed as she felt her brutally ravished asshole gradually shrink and draw together, evidently unhurt by the ordeal. But oh, how it burned!
Danny went to the bathroom to cleanse himself. by the time he had returned, Judith had to go - and it was urgent! She came back walking gingerly, the soreness between her buttocks reminding her of what she had been through.
"Now are you going to listen to everything I say and do it without giving me an argument?" he asked as he began getting dressed. "Yessss," she said softly. She carefully lay down on her stomach.
"I'll be in touch with you soon, and there will be a stunt I'll want you to perform. You may not like the sound of it at first, but it will give you pleasure. You are coming along very well, Judith Westover. I'm proud of you!"
"Wh-what is this all about?" she asked. "Please tell me!"
"All in good time," Danny said.
With a jaunty little wave, he left.
Judith felt strangely at ease, despite the continual dull burning in her rear. She seemed chastened, as if she had gotten what she deserved.
She wondered what Danny had in mind for her next...
"Man, I think you're pushing her too far!" Sam said as he sat beside Danny in the car which was parked in a rear corner of the shopping center lot. "She could turn on us, maybe spill everything to the cops."
"Will you quit worrying?" Danny replied. "I know her type. I've got her where I want her now. You should have seen what a change it made in her attitude after I fucked her ass."
"Maybe she was faking it."
"Are you kidding?" Danny scoffed. "She got the kind of rough treatment she's craved for a long time, because she knows she's no good and deserves to be punished. Living in affluence while half the world is starving-man, she knows that's a sin! And letting her husband sweat his balls to bring home the bread, then rewarding him with a missionary screw once a week! You don't think she's full of guilt? She just longs to have her nose rubbed in the dirt. That's the only way she can feel good."
"Well, you're the psychology major. But I still say this is dangerous. If she goes to the police... "
"What'll happen? She can't claim she was raped-not now! And I've got that tape, anyway."
"Well, who says she has to show up today? Sam glanced at his watch. "She's late, isn't she?"
"Sure. She's trying to talk herself out of coming. But she'll come. Not only is she getting her jollies-though she won't admit it - but her curiosity is fired up. She's wild to know what's behind all this and why we picked her."
"What are you going to tell her? Are you gonna cook up some story?"
"Hell, no! I won't tell her anything until its all over - until I've brought the whole fucking family down. Then I'll tell her the simple truth, and she probably won't believe me. Or maybe she'll laugh. It's hard to say what her attitude will be at the end.
Sam was watching him. "You known, sometimes I think you're a little crazy."
"They said that about all gifted men. Hey! Isn't that her car?"
The new, gleaming Pontiac took a broad turn and pulled into the painted stall next to the car in which the young men sat. The Pontiac's door opened, and Judith swung her shapely legs out.
"Wait!" Danny said. "Yank your skirt up. I want to make sure you dressed the way I told you."
Judith glanced quickly around. "But this is right in the open!"
"So what?" Danny tensed, and his eyes turned harsh. "Are you giving me more arguments?"
"No!" Judith quickly exclaimed, and yanked her skirt to the top of her thighs. The tapering columns gleamed white and bare above her expanded brown stockingtops. Pink garter straps pressed against her succulent akin, and there was a glimpse of pink lacy frills where her thighs came together.
"Okay, baby, you pass," Danny said.
Judith slid out of her car, turned and locked the door, then slid into the front seat of the other car, beside the men. She didn't look directly at either of them.
"You're uptight," Danny said; he sat next to her.
"Well, what do you expect?"
"I expect you to do what you're told... all the way through. Do you need a little drink to get you started?"
"No!"
"Okay, so we'll drive to the park. Now, you remember what I told you on the phone about how you're supposed to act and all. You're a whore, right? A very cheap whore!"
"Oooh, God... " Judith murmured, and bit her lip.
"You flash a guy first. Show him those luscious thighs. Then you smile. When he comes over, you tell him that it'll cost him... five bucks. Got that? Not a dollar more!"
"He may be afraid. He'll think I'm some kind of kook."
"What's the difference? You look like class. His pecker will be itching."
Judith's lips parted. They trembled for a moment and no sound came out. Then she said, "I can't do it."
"Yes, you can!" Danny insisted. "You have to! If you screw up, Sam and I will strip off your clothes and dump you out. We'll make you go home naked!"
"Why?" she cried. "What's the reason for all this?"
"Never mind! You just do what you're told. You'll enjoy it anyway. It'll be the biggest thrill of your life. But whether you enjoy it or not, you're gonna have to do it! You know I can get at you any time I want - I've proved that twice - and you know I'm determined. You know I won't stop at anything, either. Baby, you belong to me!"
She uttered a little moan.
"Okay, so we'll drive to the park. Get it moving, Sam!"
"D-do I have to... when I take the man behind the bushes... ? You know."
"Absolutely. You suck him first and then you let him screw you!"
"Right there, out of doors? Why can't we go to his place or a hotel or something?"
"Because, you stupid cunt, Sam and I want to watch! We've checked out the spot. It's always deserted at this time of day. Sam and I will be the only ones to see you do your thing-unless, of course, somebody just happens along. But that's the chance you've gotta take. That's where the kick comes in. Right?"
"You are sick!" Judith said with a shudder.
"So are you, baby. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."
She stared at the brash young man, and for a moment he wondered whether he had gone too far. But she didn't say anything and just turned to look straight ahead. He relaxed, congratulating himself on how well he had conditioned her in such a short time.
They drove to the suburban park which he had picked for the "stunt," as he had called it. Judith's tension mounted. She began to regret that she hadn't accepted the offer of a drink to calm her nerves. But she had passed the point where she even thought about backing out.
Sam parked the car.
"That's the bench, right over there," Danny said, pointing. "If you sit there for awhile, one of the duffers that walks through the park will sit down opposite you, just to look you over. Then you go into your act. The bushes where I want you to take him are over there, next to that utility building. You'll be blocked from view at three sides. Sam and I will be behind those trash barrels. The maintenance crew don't get over here until later, and people won't be walking in that area... probably."
Judith shuddered again. Her nerves were atingle.
"Go!" Danny ordered. She got out of the car. Her thoughts were jumbled: Why am I doing this? I could run away. I could just return home. But Danny would come after me, the way he did before, and he would...
Oh God, if he gave it to me in the ass again, I would die!
She walked to the bench and sat down. She crossed her legs A quick glance toward the car told her that the men were walking away from it. No one else was Maybe no one will come along, Judith thought.
She adjusted her skirt a little, so that her shapely knees and an inch or so of thigh peeped out. Already she felt wanton and reckless. It was a relatively new feeling for her. Danny had made her feel that way, more and more, each time she had been with him. Sam had made her feel that way especially. Now she was to pick up a strange man-an old man, most likely-and charge him money! Maybe she was sick, she thought. But she wasn't doing any of this of her own free will, she continued to assure herself. Danny had his hooks Or was it Danny? Perhaps she was possessed by the A man appeared, rounding the corner of the path. He wasn't too old. Sixty, perhaps. Judith was glad he wasn't in his eighties. He was casually dressed, and he walked slowly, glancing about, taking in the morning air and sunshine.
Judith's nerves tensed, and she felt a strange throbbing inside. She inched her skirt a bit higher. She tried not to look at the man as he approached.
But she could tell, out of the corner of her eyes, that he was looking at her. He slowed. Just as Danny had predicted, he walked to the bench across the path from hers and sat down.
How much can he see? she wondered as she kept her legs crossed. Bare shin above my stockings? My garters? Not my panties, I hope! That would look just too cheap!
She quivered inwardly. Cheap? God, she was the cheapest-offering herself for five dollars!
Suddenly she decided she couldn't do it. The hell with Danny! The hell with everything!
She was about to stand up when the man said, "Nice morning, isn't it?"
She looked at him, and he smiled. He wasn't a bad looking person-clean and neatly groomed, with gray hair and a mustache. Nervously she smiled back.
"Do you, uh, live around here?" the man asked in a pleasant, conversational tone.
"No! That is... "
Impulsively Judith got up and crossed to sit beside the fellow. His eyes widened with interest.
"Five dollars!" she said tremblingly. "I'll do it for five dollars."
"What?" The man acted as if he thought he hadn't heard right.
"Please!" Judith was distraught. "Just five dollars!"
"Are you all right?" the man asked.
"Yes!" She steeled herself, though she was still trembling. "Do you want it or not?"
"Is this some kind of game you're playing?"
"No!" She shut her eyes in anguish. "Oh, don't make me cheapen myself any more than I already have!"
"Where?" the man asked.
"Right here! Behind those bushes!" She pointed.
The man squirmed. "You're a... very beautiful woman."
"Then let's go!" She took his hand.
He hesitated and looked around suspiciously. There was no one in sight.
"I'm fifty-nine years old, and nothing like this has ever happened to me before," he said. "Not this way.
"Don't ask questions! Let's just go!"
The man got up. He kept looking around, as if he expected some sort of trap. But he went with Judith to the bushes and walked behind them.
She was wild. She had to do it and get it over with: She sank to her knees in the soft grass and snatched at the zipper on the man's fly.
"My God!" he exclaimed in amazement.
Judith yanked his zipper down and snaked her delicate hand into his pants. She entered through the opening of his boxer-style shorts and found his flaccid cock, which she brought out.
He continued looking around him all the time and was obviously quite nervous. Judith held his penis and stared at it. The organ was fairly sizable, but still soft, and it had a skin over the head, like Harry's.
Judith rolled the hood back, exposing the mans bluish-pink bulb, and she bent closer. When she touched her tongue to the knob of his penis, he quit looking around and just stared down at her. He watched her lick his cockhead all over as she held his organ by its supple stem. The head bobbled about.
Judith took his tasty glans into her mouth.
He groaned voluptuously, and his shaft began to stiffen as she sucked his cockhead. Her pink lips worked claspingly around his shank, and soon it be- came almost as stiff as Danny's or Sam's. She pumped her head forward and back, skidding her circular lips on his cock.
She felt terribly cheap and wanton. She was very excited at the same time. The crotch of her flimsy panties was sopped, and her sexual nectar dribbled down her hot thighs.
"Lie on the ground!" the man husked.
Quivering, Judith stretched out. The man's cock projected straight forward from his open trousers, not spearing up as Danny's or Sam's did, but he was certainly virile enough to service her.
"Hurry!" Judith said, hauling up her skirt.
The man sank to the ground next to her delectable, half-naked thighs, and he bent to lick one of them along her garter straps. She shivered, but not from cold. She spread her legs apart and lifted one. The man got between them.
Oh, maybe he's going to... she thought.
YES!
He licked up the warm honey that had drizzled along a pale inner thigh, and his tongue poked at the frilly edge of her panties, which was damp. Her pants were a fancy style that fit loosely at the crotch, and he had no trouble at all in pushing them aside with his tongue. He lasciviously licked her delicious loins.
Throbs of exquisite sensation coursed through Judith, and she gripped the strange man around his gray head. His soft tongue sank into the moist softness of her hair-fringed pussy, parting her lovelips and stroking her hotly tingling clit.
She squirmed and writhed. Her stocking-clad legs kicked in the air. She could hear as well as feel the man's mouth eagerly slurping as he ate her juicy cunt.
Oh, God! she thought. This is so CRAZY!
She revolved her hips, squirming, as she held the man snugly against her, and her legs continued to flex in the air, sunlight glinting off the metallic clasps of her garters.
The man explored her hot hole with his tongue-tip, then fucked his thick tongue into her clasping, slippery orifice... and she almost came. But he lifted his head just in time and stared at her.
"I want to see your titties," he said.
"Yessss... yessss! Oh God, I want you to see my tits!" she replied lewdly, and squirmed to open the top of her dress, pushing it down.
She had forgone a bra, as Danny had instructed, and her bare, creamy globes bobbled out. Her pink nipples were stiffly extended.
The man basketed her tits between his hands and bent to lick them all over, his mustache tickling her. She writhed, shaking her breastflesh against his seeking mouth. He caught a rigid nipple and sucked on it, stretching it up.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me... fuck me!"
The man pulled her frilly pink panties off.
She spread her legs as wide as she could and lifted them, bending her knees. All her secrets were displayed-her pink, oozing cunt between spread lips adorned by blonde hairs; the star-like configuration of her asshole, lurking between cheeky buttocks.
After pushing his pants and undershorts out of the way, the man scrambled atop her. He sank his penis like a spear, going all the way into her snug but slippery vagina in a single thrust... and he began to fuck her with all the eagerness of a high school boy.
"Oooh... yessss... damn it!" she panted. "Oooh, that's gooood!"
She worked her hips, returning the man's fucking thrusts stroke for stroke, and she thought about Danny and Sam watching. Her titties shook against the man's scratchy shirt, and it stimulated her nipples.
Her wet, ravenous cunt worked on the man's rod like a rippling fist, seeming to tug him deeply into her with every plunge. She clawed at his clothed back. She kicked his naked flanks with her heels.
The man pushed up on straight arms, and he watched her passion-contorted face as he fucked her. Her bobbing breasts made him think of vanilla milkshakes. His cock stroked steadily and thrillingly between her slick pussylips, burrowing deeply into her man-hungry hole.
She was aware every moment of where she was and the fact that she was with a total stranger... that someone might walk into their open-air trysting place... that Danny and Sam were looking on. All of this made her screw all the harder and swirled her toward a heady orgasm that struck just as the man reached the short strokes.
She moaned and clutched him with her arms and legs as her belly bumped. Her hot cunt spasmed gulpingly around his rod, and she brought him with her, twitching and spurting. His sloshing cum flooded her vagina.
It was one of the greatest highs she had ever reached, but she tumbled from the pinnacle quickly as fear and shame assailed her.
"Get off me!" she cried, pushing at the man. "My God, where are my pants?"
The man pulled his softened organ free of her sopped pussy, and he picked her panties off the grass. She snatched them from him and quickly sat up to pull them on, never minding that she was like a swamp between her legs. Her tits shook carelessly, and some errant waves of blonde hair fell in front of one eye.
The man straightened and zipped up.
Judith wriggled her dress back into place and accepted his hand to rise. Her legs felt like rubber, and she was still trembling. She glanced guiltily around.
"I guess nobody saw us," the same man, sheepish also. He pulled a wallet from his trousers and extracted two bills. "Here."
Judith looked at the ten and twenty.
"That's all I've got with me," he said, indicating he felt she was worth more.
"I told you five dollars!" she snapped.
He stared stupidly at her. "But I haven't got a five! Here, take this," he added, holding out the thirty dollars again. "You deserve it."
"What else do you have?" she asked in a voice with a cutting edge.
"Well, uuh... " He looked in his wallet. "A pair of ones."
"Give them to me!"
"Say, what's wrong with you?"
Judith snatched the two dollars from him, and turned to go.
"Wait! Hey, can I see you again?"
She didn't reply as she ran across the park, her hair falling in front of one cheek. She had a second small orgasm while she ran.
The man was watching her, which she confirmed by a quick glance over her shoulder, so she didn't dare run directly to the car, because she didn't want him taking down the license number. She dodged behind some trees. "You were great, doll!" Danny said with a big grin on his face. He was standing there, waiting.
"I feel miserable!"
"Good. So you oughta be happy."
She stared at him. He was right! Already through the murk of her shame and degradation, the warmth of satisfaction was beginning to stream, like the sun breaking through a storm. Danny knew her, all right. Finally she was getting to know herself, as well.
"Did you get the money?" Danny asked.
She opened a clenched fist and showed him the pair of wadded one-dollar bills.
"Shit!" he said, chuckling pleasurably. "You sold yourself even cheaper than I told you."
"He... he didn't have a five," she murmured, pushing her hair away from her face. "He offered me thirty and apologized because he couldn't give me more."
"Sure. You could get fifty easy. But that's not the idea. Turning down the thirty and taking the two proves you understand that. We're cooking, babe! We're about ready to get down to the serious stuff."
"What do you mean by that?"
Sam appeared at that point, saving Danny from having to answer.
"The old dude took off," Sam reported. "We can go to the car."
"How did you like it when he lapped you?' Danny asked Judith as they walked along.
"Please! I don't want to talk about it."
"You sucked his cock real good! You acted mighty hungry for it."
"I told you... " Judith whined.
Danny went on, "Sam and I haven't had any action for a couple of days. We could do with a blow job ourselves. Am I right, man?"
"Let's get out of here," Sam said, opening the door of the car.
He slid behind the wheel and Danny let Judith precede him before he climbed in. They took off.
Danny unzipped his jeans and pulled out his flaccid penis. "Go to work, babe," he said.
Judith's eyes widened. "Now? Right here? While we're driving?"
"Can you think of anything better?" he asked.
"Man, cool it!" Sam snarled. "You want us to get picked up?"
"We'll alert her if we see a cop," Danny replied, then took hold of Judith's head and gave it a downward shove.
Madly she began to lick his soft prick as the car cruised through the suburb.
"Aaaaaw... " Danny said, groaning pleasurably and leaning back.
His cock quickly assumed bristling hardness, and Judith clamped her warm mouth around its bloated head. She sucked voraciously, pumping her head up and down above the man's lap.
"Shit!" Sam exclaimed, squirming nervously as he drove.
Judith bobbed her head faster and faster, feeling like an even worse slut than before. She wriggled and thrust a hand up between her thighs. Her pants were like a wet dishrag, and she speared two fingers past them, up her cream-flooded channel. She frigged herself while she gulped at Danny's quivering, up-thrust rod.
"Go to it, you cock-hungry witch!" he exclaimed. "Sam, do you see this?"
"Yeah... yeah. I see it. Fuck!"
Judith took Danny's throbbing prickhead into her throat and gargled on it as her warm lips stripped suckingly at his shaft.
"You're the best... damn cocksucker... in this county!" he gasped... and spurted.
His pungent cream sloshed over her tongue and gushed down her gulping throat. Some of it oozed out around her cock-clutching lips and dribbled down his twitching shaft. He geysered again and again, coating her tonsils with his creamy, thick sperm.
Finally she raised her head, panting, and her red mouth was ringed with his foamy cum. Her eyes stared glassily and she kept frigging herself. Her skirt was pushed high above her stockingtops, exposing her pale thighs and garters.
She turned to Sam.
"Aaaw shit... don't!" he pleaded. But he didn't try to fight her off.
She bowed, wedging her head between his stomach and the steering wheel, and she used her free hand to pull his zipper down. His stiff prick whipped into her mouth, and she sucked the brown, flavorful organ as she continued jabbing two fingers up between her splayed thighs.
She reached a nerve-shattering come as Sam's sperm splattered into her mouth. She ravenously gulped it down.
Danny leaned back and laughed. His wicked scheme had succeeded beyond his fondest expectations so far.
"Hey, how's your marriage lately?" Danny asked when he phoned the next day.
"It's all right," Judith said. "My husband doesn't suspect anything."
"You mean, you haven't shown him any of the fancy tricks I've taught you?" The young man sniggered.
"No. I wouldn't dare. Anyway, Harry isn't interested in me any more. I believe he has a woman on the side."
"And you're just gonna accept that? You want to keep your marriage, don't you? You've got kids."
"What is this?" Judith asked. "How come the sudden interest in my family?"
"I want you to be happy and well-adjusted, doll. I want you to have the kind of life you want-all the sensuous experiences that your dirty little heart desires."
"I'm going to hang up," Judith said. "I don't feel like being insulted today."
"But listen to this-wouldn't it be nice if Harry suddenly came on strong with you, forgot about his other woman, and jazzed you every night? Wouldn't you like that?"
"Maybe," Judith admitted.
"All you have to do is let him find out what a slut you've become."
Judith's anger flared. "I told you, I don't feel like being insulted!" she snapped, and slammed up the phone.
There! she thought proudly. That will show him!
Even if I AM a slut, what gives him the right to constantly tell me so? He's just afresh, young punk! Who needs him, anyway?
She stood with her hand on the telephone, expecting him to call back. But the phone didn't ring again. After a little while, Judith shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
All of her extracurricular activities of late had set back her shopping schedule, and she decided that this would be the day when she would get her mind off sex and all nasty things like that while she spent a liesurely few hours in the local stores, spending her husband's money.
She donned one of her nicer dresses, carefully at- tended to her hair, and gave her makeup a few final touches. She didn't believe in going out, even on a shopping tour, looking like a slob, whether or not she was one.
She didn't think of the possibility that Danny might be lurking outside when she left the house, and she didn't check the back seat of her car to see if he was hiding there. It simply didn't occur to her. They had progressed beyond the stalking phase; she had done his bidding utterly; but she was entitled to some independence, too. She took this for granted without thinking about it. She didn't want to think of Danny at all.
Driving to the shopping center, she didn't bother to check her rear-view mirror. She parked in the center of a mass of cars and headed for the central mall of the commercial complex. It was a tree-shaded walk with stone benches bordering it at irregular intervals. Piped music filtered from the overhanging branches.
A goodly number of shoppers strolled along the walk, carrying their parcels. They were mostly women, singly or in pairs, but a few couples were among them, and even some men alone. The kids, of course, were in school at that hour.
Judith stopped to glance in a shop window. She was looking at a particularly fetching dress when a reflection in the glass, from behind her, caused her to re-focus her vision, then to whirl around.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped at Danny.
"You haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?" he said, and she recognized the sadistic glint in his eyes. "You shouldn't have hung up on me."
"Go way!" she said firmly, though she was beginn- ing to quiver a bit. "I don't want to see you today."
"What you want doesn't matter," he replied, speaking in a soft tone but looking right into her eyes to let her know he meant it. "Now you've got some more punishment coming."
She caught her breath. "We'll... talk about it later.
"Oh, no. We won't talk about it at all. Punishment is a matter of action!"
Moving with the swift force of an animal, Danny grasped her by an arm and literally dragged her to the nearest bench. Passing shoppers stopped to stare.
"What are you dooooo-ing?" Judith demanded, trying to wrench herself free. "Are you out of your mind? Let go of me!"
Danny's answer was to drop to a sitting position on the bench and yank her forward so that she tumbled headlong across his knees. She gasped. She squirmed wildly. But Danny held her down.
Then, as a shocked crowd gathered, the impudent young man yanked her skirt up.
Judith couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight, before a group of people, as she felt cool air touch her bare thighs and filter through her silk panties. Blood rushed to her cheeks. She continued to struggle, but it was to no avail. Danny held her down while he and the increasing crowd of shoppers stared at the quivering, plump cheeks of her bottom which expanded her filmy, flesh-colored underpants.
He raised his right hand and began to spank her.
In her embarrassed rage, Judith didn't know which was worse-the indecent exposure Danny had forced upon her, or the stinging slaps he delivered to her defenseless, jiggling rear. The blows warmed her intensely and made an erotic sound which over-rode the bland music. She kicked, her bare thighs scissoring. Her tapering columns of firm, milk-white flesh gleamed above snugly gartered stockingtops. Her buttocks wobbled and quivered in her thin briefs.
Danny kept spanking her, alternating from one pan-ty clad asscheek to the other, then slapping both bouncy buns together. His punishing palms and fingers depressed the springy flesh and made her rear curves vibrate delightfully each time he lifted his hand. The lower portions of her cheeky buttocks escaped from the leg elastics of her pants to tremble in the nude.
As suddenly as Danny had begun to spank her, he stopped and yanked her skirt down. When he pulled her to her feet, forcing her to gaze shame-faced and sniveling at the crowd, they responded with mingled laughter, expressions of dismay, and even some unexpected applause.
Thoroughly chastened, Judith was grasped once more by an arm and hustled into a nearby store before the law-and-order types in the crowd could summon the police.
Danny backed her into a quiet corner and said firmly, "Now here's what I want you to do - and I'll take no back-talk this time. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," Judith sniffled.
"Go home and arrange to pack the kids off some place tonight. Get ready for your husband. I want you to greet him at the front door, and here's how I want you to be dressed... "
Danny went on to describe in lascivious detail what she was to wear and everything she was to do.
"I'll call you in the morning," he concluded, "and find out how it went."
He turned and left her standing with her mouth open, her embarrassed face burning as hotly as her well-punished rear.
Harry Westover worked in a stock brokerage house. He was compactly built, in his middle thirties, had dark hair and wore glasses. He and Judith had gotten married right after she graduated from high school, while he was home on vacation from college. They had known each other since early childhood, their families having been close friends.
It seemed, however, that Harry and Judith knew each other less well now than when they were teenagers. He had his own interests, and lately he had been leaving her to hers - which, in his view, seemed to consist of her minding the house and children. He and Judith hadn't had sex for six weeks.
She assumed he had a mistress, and that had given her some concern-but not enough for her to change her ways with him. She didn't want to change even now that Danny had dragged her out of her puritanical shell and had made her admit she was a sensuous woman. She feared change. She feared what Harry would think when he suddenly saw her in a new light.
But she feared Danny more. And she accepted what seemed to be an irrefutable fact, that she no longer had an independent will but was compelled to do whatever Danny said or suffer dire consequences.
It was with that awareness that she prepared to greet her husband in the unorthodox way which Danny had demanded, obeying the brash young man's instructions to the letter.
She grew increasingly nervous as the time neared for Harry to arrive home. As if to reassure herself, she looked at her reflection in the mirror-but this did little to ease her apprehensive state of mind.
She was beautiful, true, and sexy in the exotic black peignoir which she had purchased in compliance with Danny's instructions. The frilly edges of the gown parted to reveal the ivory smoothness of her thighs above gleaming dark hose, held up by black garter straps. These traveled up to disappear beneath the extravagant lace border of red satin panties.
Judith's breasts, unfettered by a brassiere, bulged in white, quivery splendor above the lowcut neckline of her gown, exposed nearly to her nipples.
What would Harry think when he saw her dressed this way?
Perhaps that he had wandered into a bordello by mistake, she feared. She certainly didn't look like a respectable suburban housewife.
She fidgeted and paced. She drank, vainly attempting to calm her nerves. Finally the sound of her husband opening the front door sent a tremor of mingled anticipation and dread coursing through her, and she walked unsteadily down the hall to meet him.
He stood and stared, stupidly forgetting to shut the door.
"Well," Judith said a bit thickly as she forced a seductive smile, "do you want all the neighbors to get an eyeful, too?"
He shut the door then.
"Judith!" he explained. "For God's sake!"
"Well, don't look so shocked!" she insisted, and opened the folds of her peignoir as she did a slow turn, showing off her long, shapely legs in the dark stockings. "How do you like the outfit?"
"What's the idea?" Harry asked.
"The idea is to please you... if possible," Judith said with a slight cutting edge.
"Well, it is interesting," he admitted as his gaze dwelt upon her pale, full thighs, then bobbed to her titties, which seemed about to spill from her gown. "It just surprised me."
"I was counting on that," Judith said, and approached him. She ran one hand up his lapel and slid her other arm around him. Her breasts spread as they pressed against his front.
"Uuh, where are the kids?" he asked nervously.
"With Mother. I told her we were going out."
"I was counting on dinner at home tonight."
"Don't worry-you'll get it. I have a roast in the slow cooker and salads in the fridge."
She was wriggling against him by that time, and he seemed to become more agitated. Finally he grasped her by the arms and shoved her away. "Judith, you're indecent! Have you been drinking?"
It was as if he had slapped her in the face. She blinked at him as her resentment rose. Danny could abuse and humiliate her and even make her like it. But she was damned if she would take that kind of treatment from her husband!
"Doesn't your mistress dress for you like this?" she asked stridently.
"How'd you know about her?"
"Ooh, Harry! Do you think I'm a fool? What has that girl got that I haven't got?" She held her gown wide open. "Are her legs nicer?"
As her husband stared, speechless, she opened the top of her gown and let her breasts bobble out. She grasped and lifted the full, shapely mounds. "Does your mistress have nicer tits?"
"Judith!"
She warmed to the situation, gaining perverse enjoyment from the opportunity to lash out at her husband, to embarrass him, and to flaunt her new-found sensuality in his face.
"I know what it is," she said, her eyes flashing. "Your mistress knows just how to turn you on! Well, I can do that too, when I feel like it. And I feel like it now! How about it, Harry-would you like to get your cock sucked?"
She dropped to the floor in front of him, her breasts bobbing, and she clawed at the front of his trousers. Harry stood like a statue, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, and let her open his pants.
She brought out his flaccid penis and began to roll his rubbery foreskin up and down, causing his pale-rosy glans to swell and his shaft to stiffen.
"You would never... do that before," he said incredulously, his breath coming harder.
"Well, I've changed! Get to know your new wife, darling-the champion cocksucker of Sundown Terrace!"
It was the liquor talking, but there was more to it than that. Judith had to let her husband know what she had become, as if it were his fault. She had to let it all out.
She took Harry's swollen glans into her hot mouth and began to suck. He stared down at the pretty face he had known since childhood-now with his cock sticking into it-and he thrilled while feeling his own special resentment. Resentment because she had refused to make love to him this way for all these years, and now she was doing it in what seemed to be more an act of hostility than desire. The whole thing was vulgar and gross. But Harry let her pump her mouth forward and back on his turgid prick, her lips rhythmically clasping. He watched her titties shake.
Suddenly he grasped her by the ears and began to power his blood-engorged member in and out of her mouth, forcefully fucking her face with it! She groaned, her voice muffled by his mouth-stuffing cock. She glugged as he jammed his bloated cockhead into her throat.
She couldn't believe how her mild, easy-going husband had turned on her, becoming as savage as Danny. She tried to get away from him, but he held her in place as he tugged fiercely on her ears, and he burned her lips with the rapid pumping of his prick between them.
Finally he pushed her away and let his cock spring erect to stand quivering before her face as she panted for breath.
"H-Harry... " she gasped, "what's the matter? Don't you... like it?"
"Ooh, sure! I love it! It's what I always wanted! And, God damn it, Judith, you do it good!"
He helped her to her feet, and his eyes had a strange gleam behind his glasses. "Now do you know what I want to do with you, darling? I want to fuck the hell out of you! Do you understand that? And I want to do it the doggy way!"
"Yesssss... yessss!" she hissed, aroused now. "Let's go to bed."
"No! I want to screw you right here! Right in our living room, where I've looked at you many times and wished you'd respond to me only to have you put me off. Do you remember all those times, Judith?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry!" she said, feeling that way now. Her taste of his cock had been a turn-on.
"Well, let's see if we can make up for it, huh?" he said, his tone continuing rough, to match the savage glint in his normally placid eyes.
He stripped his wife's peignoir off, and it puddled on the carpet around her feet.
"Damn, your tits are full and firm!" he said, grasping the pliant, springy globes. The head of his erection poked her tummy as he pulled roughly as her breasts, squeezing and rolling her turgid nipples.
"Ooh!" she said. "You're hurting me, Harry...!"
"I'm so sorry!" he purred with a sarcastic tinge, and turned to march her toward the sofa.
"I like your ass in those red panties!" he said, his cock standing high as he walked.
"I bought them just today, because I thought you'd like them."
"Well, I like them so much that I'm going to pull them right off!" he said, and, instead of letting her settle onto the sofa in a comfortable way, he gave her a shove so that she tumbled head-first across one of the sofa's arms.
"Harry... please don't be so rough with me!" she whined as she wriggled her bottom in the air, trying to get off the sofa arm.
� But he held her down and watched her sumptuous ass quiver, shaking the flimsy material of her sexy pants.
I hope he doesn't decide to spank me! she thought. Two spankings in one day would be a bit much!
But her husband didn't have a spanking in mind as he eyed her shapely, wiggling bottom. He drew her panties down, and the view became even better: a deep, inviting crack between vibrating white mounds, which tucked in at the tops of her full, ivory-smooth thighs. Her stockings were pulled tautly by black garters that pressed her fair skin. The dusky, sheer nylons clung sleekly to her tapering legs.
Between the tops of her thighs, fleecy hairs curled into view, and there was just a hint of pouting lips of pussy, inviting her husband's thrust.
He quickly pushed his clothes down and assumed a ramming position next to the couch. But Judith was a bit low for him to screw her standing up.
"Stick your ass higher!" he ordered, and gave her flank a buttock-shivering swat.
"Ooooo!" Judith said, and stuck her bottom way up. Her buns split apart to reveal the puckered delight of her asshole, along with a fuller view of her blonde-fringed cunt. Harry grasped his cock and, with great relish, moved forward. His lust-swollen knob nuzzled his wife's velvet pussylips and entered between them. She was already wet inside, thanks to her sucking of him.
His prick dilated her elastic cuntmouth, and her rosy membrane wrapped itself around the head of his rod. As he pushed, her embracing flesh glided to slowly sheath the entire length of his blue-veined, turgid member.
It was an erotic sight as his cock sank to its full length between her fleshy cuntlips, ornamented by her pubic hairs. Her hot hole clasped him, as if to suck the jism right up from his balls.
With her head down and her ass stuck up high, Harry found it particularly stimulating to eye the forbidden orifice that nestled between her plump buttocks, just above the slit where he had jammed his cock.
He began to pump, slowly stroking his turgid prick in and out of his wife's will-lathered pussy. And, all the while he stared at her asshole.
She was so vulnerable right now, he noted. He could do anything he wanted with her... and she deserved it!
He pulled his dripping cock from her sexual sump and poked it at the converging puckers which marked the back way into her body.
"Haaarr-eeee!" she shrieked. "Noooh! Not THERE!"
But he was deaf to her protests as he worked his cock against the resisting hole of her hot ass, forcing the clenched aperture to spread and open for him. Her anus, stretched wider and wider until the bulbous head of his penis popped in. Then, with a growl, he tunneled deeper, burrowing into her tight, superheated rectum.
"Oooooh, Harreeee... God... don't doooo this to meee!" she begged.
However, his prick was well-sunk in her ass by that time, and it remained only for him to start stroking. Up and down, in and out of his wife's hotly clutching asshole he stroked, forcing her circular muscle to relax some and greasing her entrance with the cream his cock had brought from her cunt.
Surprisingly, to Judith, the ass-fucking didn't hurt nearly as much as Danny's earlier invasion of her rear. Whether that was due to her husband's smaller size, or simply because her anus had accustomed itself to being screwed, she didn't know. But she could almost relax and enjoy this second buggering right from the start, though there was still a strong sense of humiliation about it.
Secretly, she enjoyed that part, also.
She began to bob her ass atop the sofa-arm, her buttocks quivering at both sides of her husband's ass-boring cock. He pumped savagely in and out of her rear, ripping her buttocks wide apart so that he could watch her anal lips claim his thrusts.
Judith's wanton arousal increased. She was glad that her husband had chosen to screw her up the rear. She revolved her hot bottom around his plunging prick, and gave a guttural mewl.
"Oooooh, I love to get my ass fucked!" she moaned throatily.
He bore in with greater fervor, holding her upraised buttocks wide apart as he pumped his turgid stiffness in and out of her rectum's rubbery grip.
"I'm cummmmmmm-innnng!" Judith cried. "Oooh, God, I'm going to HAVE itttt!"
She ground her aroused clit against the bristly sofa-arm while she took her husband's ass-plugging thrusts. She felt his skewering thickness jerk within the fist-like grasp of her asshole, and her orgasm blossomed beautifully as he flooded her rectum with sloshing cum.
"Oooh, loverrr... " she gurgled, "shoot it to me! My ass loves to feel your hot cum spurting in there!"
It was the dawning of a new day for Harry and his wife. And though he had no idea of it, another man was responsible. Even Judith had no notion of how far the unexplored vistas of sensual pleasure stretched... or how determined Danny was that she and Harry should traverse them all.
"So, how did it go?" Danny asked when he telephoned Judith the next morning as he had promised.
"You devil!" she said, and gave a warm little laugh. "I have to give you credit. You knew just how to crack the ice of my marriage."
"It worked, huh?"
"Oh, did it ever!" Judith purred sensuously. "Harry was shocked, of course, when I came on like a harlot. But then he accepted it and... well, he turned into a tiger! You know," she added in a confidential whisper, "he actually screwed me up the ass?"
Danny laughed with vicarious satisfaction.
"And this morning... " Judith went on, "Harry woke me up, horny as a high school kid! We fucked for the better part of an hour!"
"I'm happy for you, honey."
"Thanks. I never thought I'd be saying that to you, but I really do appreciate what you've done. And I won't be needing any more of your, uh, assistance."
There was silence on the line.
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it, but I'd like to pretend I didn't."
"Danny, look... I am a married woman, and my first obligation is to my husband. I'm going to try to be true to him from now on."
"A noble thought-but you're not noble. Remember? One guy isn't going to keep you satisfied."
"Listen, I think I know my needs better than you do!" Judith said. "My only problem was that my marriage wasn't right. Now it is... thanks partly to you. I give you that credit. But I don't want to fool around any more."
"Baby, you've just started fooling around, as you quaintly put it. There are still new experiences to try, new relationships to explore... "
"No, Danny. I won't be seeing you again. And please don't call me!"
She hung up the phone.
This act of defiance produced a little tingle, but no real sense that she was doing something daring. Surely Danny would let her off the hook now. She had her husband back on her side once again, and there was no room in her life for another man.
She had her children to think about, also. Pam was twelve, and Tommy was fourteen. Those were very impressionable ages. Both kids were at the threshold of puberty, and it wouldn't do for their mother to set a nasty example.
Anyway, she thought with a half-suppressed giggle, she could enjoy all the wantoness she wanted in her very own bedroom with her husband.
She went about her household duties, and the day passed quickly. At mid-afternoon, just before the kids were due home from school, she took a bath and prettied herself up... because Harry had rogueishly promised there would be more fun and games that night.
She was considering what to prepare for dinner when the doorchimes sounded. Without thinking twice, she went to answer the summons.
Sam stood on her doorstep.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded angrily.
"Danny had something else to do, so he asked me to stop by," the black man said, watching her cautiously.
"Well, you can just tell Danny to sit on it!" Judith replied. "You and I have nothing more in common, either."
She moved to shut the door, but Sam's large shoe blocked it.
"Okay... " she said, her eyes snapping. "Now I've had enough! I told Danny on the telephone that I don't want to see or hear from him again. That goes for you, also! I'll call the police if need be. Now that my husband and I understand each other, I've got nothing to hide. Even if he found out about you and Danny, I don't think it would break us up." A confident smile came to her face. "So you see, you guys no longer have any club over my head. There's nothing you can do to hurt me. You might as well bug off!"
Judith pushed harder on the door, but Sam didn't move his foot. His darkly handsome face had taken on a look of determination. He shoved the door farther open, forcing Judith to back up, and he entered the house.
She hurried to the telephone. "I'm giving you one last chance!" she declared ominously, her full breasts rising and falling as she clutched the receiver in one hand and poised her other hand over the pushbuttons.
Sam responded with athletic prowess, ripping the phone from her grasp and giving her a shove. She tumbled onto the sofa, her skirt whipping high on her mouth-watering thighs which were naked above her stockingtops.
The man moved over to stand in front of her, so that she confronted the fly of his trousers as she sat up.
"Take a little taste, honey," he said. "It'll soothe your nerves."
"I don't want a taste of your filthy cock!", she exclaimed, being deliberately vulgar. "Anyway, my kids are due home from school. You've got to be out of your mind, coming around at this hour!"
"Oh, Danny and I know what we're doing. Your girl won't be coming right home."
"What?" Judith stared up at him.
"Now don't freak out! The kid's safe. It's just that Danny's having a little talk with her-as the school's security man, you know."
"That bastard!" Judith said.
"Your son won't be right home, either," Sam added. "Football practice."
"B-but this isn't one of the afternoons that he usually stays late."
"Something special," Sam said. "So you've got lots of time to... uh... indulge yourself."
He unzipped his trousers as he continued standing in front of her. She was breathing hard. Her nostrils flared. Sam reached into his clothes and brought out his meaty brown cock.
"Oooh, please... don't do that!" Judith mewled gut-turally.
"Why not?" Sam slowly waved his flaccid penis to and fro in front of her.
"I was going to be so good from now on!" the woman whimpered, watching his waggling organ a? if she were becoming hypnotized.
"Great! You can be good to me right now."
He manipulated his cock, and the heavy organ thickened, assuming semi-turgidity. He released it with a snap which made the bloated head bobble at the end of its curving brown stem. Its pungent scent teased Judith's nostrils.
"Well, maybe... a quick one!" she groaned, and leaned forward.
A look of sardonic satisfaction came to Sam's smooth brown face as he watched the pretty white housewife begin to lick his cock. Her rosy tongue wetly circled his very dark glans, making the mushroom-shaped member swell more. She held his semi-tense shank to steady it while her tongue bounced his knob about, then she swabbed his rubbery glans back and forth across her moist lips while her tongue darted teasingly to lick and tickle it.
"Take a mouthful, babe!" Sam said in his deep, mellow voice as his shaft stiffened forward.
Judith spread her lips and hungrily encompassed his cockhead. Groaning deep in her throat, she began to suck him while she squirmed her bottom against the sofa.
Sam sneaked a look at his watch. Danny had timed things to the minute, and, if he was right, the woman's teenaged son ought to be arriving home right now.
Sam hated to do this to her, in a way. But it was an interesting study, and his fascination over-rode his scruples. Anyway, she had already proved she was a slut at heart. Maybe all women were. Danny's experiment seemed to suggest that.
Sam shoved forward, and his cock sank deeply into Judith's mouth. Her lips tightened around his thick, meaty shaft. Her tongue wetly lapped at his throbbing cockhead.
The front door opened. Dark-haired Tommy walked in, carrying his school books.
His mother's eyes popped open, and she saw him. Horrified, she pushed Sam back. His cock flipped free of her face to stand tall and brown, quivering with turgidity and glazed by her saliva.
"Mom!" Tommy exclaimed, gaping. His cheeks turned red.
"My God...!" she groaned, sick with shame.
Sam grinned, effecting an attitude of nonchalance. "Hi, sport! Since it looks like your mom isn't gonna introduce us, I'll do it. My name's Sam."
"What are you doing here?" the youth demanded flashing anger.
"Oh, I'm a friend of your mama's. We've known one another for quite some time." He stuffed his softening penis into his pants and zipped up. "You don't resent her having a black fella for a friend, do you?"
Judith jumped up. "Tommy, I'm sorry you saw what happened! Go to your room, and we'll talk about it later." Her cheeks burned fiercely.
"No, man," Sam told the youth. "You stay here. Hey, you play football, I understand."
Tommy stared at him. The boy was so flabbergasted, he scarcely knew how to respond.
"I'm on the varsity at State," Sam continued. "Reserve quarterback."
"Yeah?" This interested Tommy, despite the shock he had just received. He kept glancing at his mother, as if he were seeing her in a new light.
"I do a bit of passing now and again," Sam said, "when I can get the coach to put me in there."
He maneuvered Judith, who was dazed with dismay, in front of him.
He chuckled. "You know, your mama's breasts remind me of footballs. Did you ever notice that about 'em?"
Judith's paralyzing consternation increased as Sam slowly pulled her zipper down. He unhooked her brassiere and pushed both her dress and bra off her shoul- ders, baring her luscious, full breasts.
Reaching forward at both sides of her, he curled his brown fingers around her creamy, elliptical orbs and squeezed the shapes, which did vaguely resemble halves of footballs. Her rosy nipples jutted, stiffening.
"You see what I mean?" Sam asked, grinning at her dumbfounded son.
The boy was confused, intensely shocked, and even appalled by what he had seen and was seeing. Still, his forbidden view of his mother's big, juicy tits-especially being squeezed by the black man-turned him on. His adolescent penis rose against the interior of his jeans, tenting them, and he became even more embarrassed. He seemed rooted to the spot.
For her part, Judith was beyond dismay, wallowing in a kind of giddy abandon-hating what was happening, yet becoming excited.
As Sam squeezed her tits and wiggled the pliant masses up and down, she got very hot between her legs. Her cheeks burned, as well. She shut her eyes so that she couldn't see her son's look of aroused amazement, but she couldn't forget that he was watching.
Sam shoved against her backside as he continued rolling her boobs, and his renewed erection nudged the soft crack of her ass.
"How are you at handling footballs, man?" Sam asked Tommy. "Want to try your hold on these?"
"That's... that's my mother!" the youth said in shock.
"So? That hasn't stopped your pecker from standing up," Sam noted.
"Tommy...!" Judith panted, her eyes shut. "Oooh, God... please...!"
It wasn't clear to anyone in the room just what she was asking for, whether for her son to leave or to do as Sam had said. Suddenly the black man gave her a shove and she lurched forward, her titties bouncing.
She bumped into Tommy, and he dropped his books.
"Mom!" he exclaimed in his cracking adolescent voice. His arms came up around her.
"Tommy... Tommy...!" she moaned, hugging him. "Ooooh, my darling...!"
These could have been expressions of mutual sympathy, of the natural affection between mother and son coming to the fore at a moment of trouble. But with Judith's soft, buxom breasts wiggling and quivering against the lad, a more earthy response on his part could not be suppressed. His right hand tremblingly rose between their bodies and grasped his mother's left breast.
He squeezed, as he had watched Sam do, and his fingers sank into the soft springy flesh. His mother's more than ample knocker overflowed his hold, its pink nipple sticking up toward his face, thick and stiff. The pebbly pastel disk which surrounded the stem was tense, also.
Tommy's mouth watered. His brain went into a whirl.
Judith felt his boyish cock hard against her. She throbbed.
Sam watched with perverse pleasure-he was really getting into the swing of his friend Danny's outrageous experiment now - as Judith pushed her son's tousled head down, and the boy opened his mouth to take in her tantalizing breast-tip.
Tommy sucked his mother's nipple as he hadn't done since he was an infant, and they both thrilled intensely. She rolled helpless eyes toward Sam. He had pulled out his big cock and was stroking it.
Groaning deep in his throat, Tommy transferred his mouth from one of his mother's breasts to the other. He sucked wetly and hotly on her turgid nipple. He smeared his mouth back and forth across her soft, billowy flesh. She writhed, shaking her titties against the lad's face.
Both of Judith's nipples throbbed so hard that they felt as if they were about to pop off. She was very hot between the legs. Her lascivious juices dribbled onto the crotch-strip of her panties.
"Get your mama down on the couch, man!" Sam said huskily. "She wants you - don't you see that?"
Tommy raised his head, his eyes bleary and his lips parted. He looked as if he didn't know what to do. But his hard cock, which continued to press against his mother in their close embrace, told her what he wanted.
God help her, she wanted it, also! And she had slipped to such a point that this depravity was thinkable, even desirable, in her present aroused state.
She led her fourteen-year-old son to the sofa.
Sam watched in salacious fascination while slowly stroking his big brown prick, and he became convinced that he shouldn't blame himself for what was about to happen. A wanton lust was in the woman, which she had kept bottled up. All Sam and Danny had done was to pop her lid off. It would have happened sooner or later anyway, even if they hadn't singled her out.
Judith wrapped her son in the warmth of her arms and legs as they sank to the couch together. She pulled his head against her so that his face sank into the valley of her wobbly, soft boobs, and she ground her man-loving belly against the hardness of his risen cock.
While Sam watched, masturbating like crazy, she rolled atop the youth, straddling him. Her shirt rucked high on her full thighs to reveal the succulent flesh above her gartered nylons. She dangled her breasts against the boy's face while petting his tousled head. He gave an eager little groan, then clasped one of his mother's distended nipples in his mouth and slurped noisily, sucking her pleasure-given breast. Neither he nor Judith looked at Sam. The lad had his eyes shut in titty-sucking rapture, and she tossed back her head, closing her eyes also while she writhed. Tommy's hardness, which goaded his mother between the legs, quickly forced her to pull her nipple from his mouth and back up. She crawled backward, still straddling the youth, until his midsection was in front of her . Then she gurgled in lascivious delight as she rubbed his hardness through his pants.
"Mama... oooh, Mama!" he cried, writhing. He desperately wanted her to free his cock and play with it, but he was afraid to come right out and ask.
Judith didn't have to be asked. She snatched at the zipper on her son's fly and pulled it down. His boyish prick speared out, sticking back toward his head and hard as steel, quivering turgidly in his excitement.
Judith hadn't seen his cock since he was a small child. It had grown beautifully but still was not as large as an adult's. She adored its very immaturity and was thrilled by its stiffness.
She clutched her son's cock and rolled his thin, snug foreskin back to reveal the pastel pinkness of his throbbing cockhead. She bowed.
"Ma-maama!" he cried, louder and more excitedly than ever, as she commenced to lick his prick.
She was bending way down, with her ass sticking up in the air, and she squirmed, unconsciously waggling her bottom while she licked her son's tasty cock up and down.
Sam moved over behind her and carefully took hold of the hem of her skirt. He flipped it up over her back, exposing her sheer pink panties and the stunning fullness of her pale upper thighs. The crotch-strip of her briefs was wet where the nylon had been saturated by the juices that were flowing from her cunt. The configuration of her plushy cleft was visible through the wet, thin fabric which was plastered to her pussy. Tiny blonde hairs curled into view along the crotch elastics of her panties.
Sam straightened up and resumed stroking his meaty erection while he watched her lightly clad bottom writhe and vibrate.
Judith's brain was spinning. As she lasciviously licked her son's delightful prick, she knew she was I doing wrong, but she didn't care. She tilted the lad's blood-engorged member straight up and capped her cock-loving mouth around the crown of his young manhood.
He let out a yelp of delight as she sucked voraciously, gliding her clasping lips up and down on his rigid prick. She took his bloated but boyish cockhead deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth... finally into her very throat.
The lad's excitement became so great, while his mother cocksucked him, that he couldn't control the surge of hotness that bubbled up from his balls. Through his twitching prick his first cum rose, and Judith sucked all the harder when she felt his young shaft quiver between her lips. His glans ballooned against her tongue, and then he spurted.
The first ejaculation of his young manhood splattered creamy, thick sperm all over his mother's tonsils. She madly gulped down his sloshing cum and had a feathery orgasm, even though her pussy hadn't been touched. Some residue of sperm dribbled down the boy's stalk and formed a foamy ring around his mother's mouth. Finally she raised her head, panting. She licked her lips and smiled at her son.
"Mama, what happened?" he asked, breathing hard. "That... felt so good!"
"You came, darling... and lusciously!" she said, smacking her lips. "Now I'm going to make you come again."
They both seemingly had forgotten about Sam as she bent once more to her son's adolescent cock, which had softened. She licked all the sperm off it and clasped the boy's tender cockhead in her mouth. She sucked heatedly, tugging on his limber organ.
Sam eyed her quivering ass, thinly clad in pink panties, and he reached out to hook the top elastic of her briefs. He stretched the band backward and down, baring the rounded beauty of her buttocks and the deep cleft between them.
Judith paid no attention. She was much too concerned with resurrecting her son's sexual organ so that she could take it into her pussy.
Sam worked her panties out from under her knees and lifted one stocking-clad leg in the air so that he could pull her pants off. He left the nylon undies looped around her other ankle.
He spread her buttocks, recalling what Danny had told him about how he had taken her up the ass and that she was pleased when her husband had done the same thing. Her asshole didn't seem any the worse for its unnatural usage. Perhaps it wasn't as tight as it had been the first time Sam had seen it, but it remained prettily puckered and promised him a cock-clutching thrill.
Judith's frenzied sucking and licking had restored hardness to her son's prick, and she scrambled forward, causing her asscheeks to leap quiveringly from Sam's grasp. But he followed, straddling young Tommy's legs and remaining poised behind the lad's mother.
Sam opened her buttocks again to watch her sit on her son's cock, taking his rigid, youthful pole up into her hair-ringed, rosy cuntmouth. The boy caught his breath as he experienced, for the first time, the thrill of his turgid stiffness gliding into the slippery, warm encompassment of a woman's body. Judith writhed, thrilling him all the more. And it was obvious, from the impassioned expression on her face, that she was intensely excited, also.
"Darling... darling... oooh, my sweet baby... " she murmured as she leaned forward to kiss her young son while she ground her wet, clutching pussy around his rod.
From behind her, still holding her buttocks apart, Sam watched her anus circling. The brown eye of her ass seemed to weave a hypnotic spell, and his cock jerked up and down in anticipation.
Balling spittle in his mouth, he let it fly into Judith's asscrack. As the wet glob of saliva struck her anus, she gasped and looked questioningly at Sam over her shoulder.
"Easy, babe... " he said, reassuring her. "Just keep on fuckin' that boy."
She did so, gurgling and groaning in forbidden delight as she ground her hips slowly.
Sam moved up. His turgid cock poked into the cleft between her white, quivering buttocks. As his bulbous knob rubbed against her wet anus, she looked at him over her shoulder again. This time, her eyes were wide.
"NOOH!" she exclaimed. "You're not going to... not nowwww... "
Sam pushed grindingly against her anal dimple.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she moaned throatily, as she felt her anus spread to admit the impaling thickness of Sam's great brown prick. Gliding on the film of lubrication which his spittle provided, his bloated cockhead entered her ass.
Judith was appalled to feel two pricks sticking into her at the same time, her son's smallish rod fully lodged in her pussy while Sam's supercock pushed deeper into her violated asshole. The turgid members rubbed against each other, separated by only the thin membrane between her two passages.
She had never known such agonizing humiliation-or such forbidden delight, as she began to squirm and writhe, working her wanton flesh around both impaling pricks at the same time.
"Mama... Mama!" Tommy cried, and jabbed his mother-fucking penis upward into her sizzling sexual cleft, rubbing the bulge of the other column that was sticking up her rear.
Sam's lustful pleasure was compounded as her asshole gripped his rod with elastic snugness while his cockhead pressed against the little boy's hardness, which he could feel through her membrane flesh.
Both males fucked the agonized and tormented woman at the same time, and it was as if she were being penetrated by a single two-pronged cock-perhaps by the horns of the devil!
She bobbed, mumbling and mewling in her humiliation and depraved delight, her buttocks shaking at each side of the Negro's pumping, ass-fucking prick. All the while, she kept socking her wet pussy down around her son's quivering cock.
In and out of her pussy and asshole the turgid erections stroked. Judith inched, thrust by lustful thrust, up the slope of illicit passion.
Finally she shook and squealed as she had an all-enveloping orgasm, and the males emptied their spurting sperm into her vagina and rectum at the same time.
Judith's sense of guilt over letting her son fuck her-or of fucking him, really - was somewhat assuaged by the pain and humiliation of being screwed up the rear by Sam at the same time.
However, when Tommy next approached her on a Saturday afternoon, while his father was out playing golf and young Pam was visiting a girl friend, Judith had no guilt-easing device available. She tried to hold her son off, but the lad had gained confidence from their initial encounter. Lithe and strong, he overcame her struggling and pushed her down onto the couch.
"Tommy... nooooooh... it isn't right!" she cried, futilely swinging her arms and kicking.
"Don't give me that!" the youth said. "It was great before, and you wanted it! It will be even better with just the two of us alone!"
Judith's kicking had worked her skirt up around her hips, and her bare legs were totally exposed along with the lacy edges of her peach-colored panties. She had dressed lightly that day, and her braless breasts quivered in her blouse.
Her son placed his hands on her ivory-smooth thighs and stroked up over her panty-clad hips. He pushed her skirt all the way to her waist and continued on until he had hold of her wobbling boobies through her blouse. His hands moved to the buttons on the blouse's front, and he quickly opened them as his mother's struggling subsided. She shamefully permitted her bare breasts to tumble out and was thrilled when Tommy clutched them.
He worked the wiggly, springy-full masses around on her chest, and he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, twanging the rosy protrusions to and fro. Tingles shot up to Judith's brain, and she no longer had any ability to resist. She raised her legs at either side of her son's slender, wiry form as he wallowed atop her, and she rubbed her moist pantycrotch against the risen hardness in his jeans.
He bent and took luridly noisy, nipple-stretching sucks at the tips of his mother's titties.
"Yes... yessss... " she hissed. "Oooh, suck 'em, darling!"
He crammed as much titty flesh into his mouth as he could hold, and he champed hungrily, making her nipple throb against his lapping tongue.
Finally he backed up and stared at his mother's midsection, where her pastel panties cast a sheer nylon blush over her lower belly and inviting loins. He bent and licked into her crinkly navel.
"Kiss me all over!" she begged, petting her son's tousled head. "Get right down there! Oooh, Tom-eeeee!"
He was pulling down her panties with his teeth, and she thrilled intensely as he snaked his tongue into her wedge-shaped patch of pubic fleecy curls. His damp tongue crawled closer and closer to her sizzling cleft as he pulled her bunched panties along her thighs. Just as he was about to reach the hooded projection of her hot clit, which pushed out from between her pouting lips of pussy, he lifted his head.
"Oooh, Tommy... don't torment me so!" she said, writhing.
But she quickly discovered that her son's only reason for raising his head was to yank her legs straight up in front of him so that he could pull her silk pants off. He winged her undies across the room and splayed her uplifted, tapering legs wide apart.
"Mama, you've got such a pretty pussy!" he said, and smacked his mouth down on top of it.
No one had ever told young Tommy about eating cunt, and he certainly had received no instruction in the technique of that lascivious perversion. He just seemed to know what he wanted and, acting on instinct alone, wiggled his mother's moist, fleshy cuntlips apart so that he could spear his slippery tongue between them.
She yelped with ecstasy as her son stroked his oral lovemaker across the throbbing tip of her aroused clitoris and down the slick trough into her palpitating pussy's mouth. He tongue-fucked his mother with lurid slurping sounds as she bicycled her legs in the air, brushing her satin thighs against his ears. Then she clamped her legs down, crossing them as she wrapped them around the boy's head.
"Oooooooh, eat Mama!" she cried, and bumped her soft pussy against his eager mouth.
She smeared her slippery nectar all over his lips and nose as he pumped his tongue in her cunt. He reached up to grasp her bouncing, quivering breasts. He blindly squeezed her lush titties like bulbhorns and pulled on her nipples, stretching them up and letting them snap back.
All this lustful activity caused his young prick to pound within the prison of his pants, and it soon became imperative for him to let the precocious monster out. He raised his face from his mother's delicious loins and, kneeling between her splayed thighs, pulled down the zipper on his pants. His fourteen-year-old cock sprang eagerly into view.
Judith snatched for it, but the boy slapped her hand away. He didn't want her to play with him or even to suck him this time. He wanted to be active and in total command.
.
He crawled forward atop his mother, and his incestuous desire meshed perfectly with her own. Their bodies also mashed perfectly as she lifted her legs to wrap them around him and his prick speared slickly into her warm cuntal sheath. He groaned in lustful pleasure, and Judith whimpered, clutching him with her arms and legs. She rocked voluptuously to and fro beneath him, enjoying the impaling presence of his small but rigid penis in her cock-loving flesh.
Tommy began immediately to move his hips, his instinct once more telling him exactly what was required in order to gain the epitome of pleasure. His boyish prick stroked smoothly in his mother's cunt.
"Tommy... yessss... oooh, darling, that's so gooooood!" she murmured heatedly as she returned his fucking thrusts, stroke for stroke.
Her legs bicycled against his flanks. Her heels rhythmically nudged him. Her tits were like air pillows beneath his chest, and her bobbing writhing belly furnished exquisite delight.
The youth had never experienced such pleasure - or such a wonderful sense of possession - as he fucked his beautiful and responsive mother. She, in turn, delighted in the vigor of his youthfulness... and in the forbidden aspect of the delectable sex.
They fucked harder and more passionately, making the sofa creak and sigh beneath them. Tommy's youthful rump bobbed briskly between his mother's thighs, and his cunt-pleasing prick pumped rapidly in her happy hole.
She gasped, her fingers clawing at his back. When she started coming, it was like a string of firecrackers going off. The last big bang occurred as her son twitched and spurted inside her, flooding with his creamy sperm the chamber where he was conceived.
The effect on both Tommy and his mother of this second copulation was more profound and far-reaching than the first. Then they had been thrown together by Sam and urged, if not actually forced, to screw. This time Tommy had made his mother-there was no other way for either of them to look at it. The effect on him was to give his adolescent ego a tremendous boost and to make him feel that nothing or no one was out of bounds when it came to sex. For Judith, her shame was complete - and there was no way to pass the buck to anyone else. She had let Tommy take her, and she had to accept that fact.
She thought wryly of how all this had begun, with Danny's rape of her. Her own unleashed lust had snowballed from there. She had become progressively more wanton until she no longer had any moral restraints left.
And what had she done to her son?
Well, Tommy was a male, and males were better able to cope with all manner of sex than females were, Judith believed. She took some satisfaction in the fact that her twelve-year-old daughter Pam had not been touched by the lasciviousness that was rampant in their house.
But if Judith had known what lay in store for the little girl, she would have felt no complacency at all...
On the following afternoon, Tommy and Pam arrived home from school to find the house unoccupied. Their mother had apparently gone shopping.
The twelve-year-old girl went to her room to change clothes, and her fourteen-year-old brother went to his. At first. But he immediately turned around and went back to the hallway where he stood outside his baby sister's door. Very cautiously he turned the knob and eased the door open just far enough for him to peep in.
He had never watched his sister dress before. He had been curious about her body, of course. But sisters were off-limits, just as mothers were.
Were was right.
Tommy's mother was no longer off-limits to him. They had had a great time together - not once but twice, and on the second occasion he had called the shots. He had done with his mother the things that he had secretly wanted to do for a long time, and she had seemed to enjoy it as much as he had.
Now why shouldn't he do the same kinds of things with Pam?
He was thinking about it as he peeked at her through the crack between the door and the jamb. But Pam was a lot different from his mother-younger, of course, and she probably didn't know anything about sex. She was different in another way, also, he could see as she took off her little dress.
While their mother had big, beautiful tits and a hank of hair down between her legs, Pam's childish chest was almost straight up and down. She had pale-pink nipples that were beginning to push out a little-but no real titties, like Mama had.
Still, Pam appealed to her brother. His eyes opened wider and his pulse pounded with excitement as she stripped down her little white panties with the blue and pink flowers on them. No hair! Oh, maybe just a few tiny wisps that curled along the edges of her snug little-girlish slit.
Tommy's pulse-pounding excitement extended down through his body and into his soft penis, immediately stiffening and lifting the adolescent organ until it was hard as a nail and standing as high as his pants would permit.
Recalling how easy it had been to make out with his mother, and how much pleasure it had provided, Tommy pushed open the door of his baby sister's bedroom and strutted in, his pants forming a tent at their front.
Pamela gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands as her cheeks turned beet-red.
"Tommy!" she cried. "You just get out of here!"
Her older brother grinned. "Why should I? We can have fun together in a way you never even thought of, I'll bet."
"Fun? Wh-what kind of fun?" Pam's eyes had already settled on the hump in her brother's jeans. She was holding one arm across her baby breasts and pressing the other hand against her hairless loins. Her fair cheeks continued to glow with a warm, embarrassed blush.
"Well, let me show you what I've got and maybe you can get an idea from that," Tommy said, and he jerked down the zipper on his fly.
Pam's eyes widened as her brother's adolescent erection speared out. It stood up so high that it nearly touched his stomach.
The youth smiled proudly. "Know what this is?" he asked, curling a thumb and finger around his prick to pull it forward, then letting it snap back.
"It's... it's... " Pam blushed stronger. "I've heard the dirty word, but I don't want to say it!"
"Go ahead!" Tommy urged. "It won't hurt you."
"It's your... cock!" twelve-year-old Pamela said, blushing stronger than ever.
"Right! So you do know a few things, hm? Well, what's a cock for? I'll bet you don't know that. "It's it's for fucking!" Pamela said. Her brother's eyes widened. "Hey, you're smarter than I thought! Know what it means to fuck?
"Well I ooh, Tommy, this is all so nasty! We shouldn't be talking about it! Now, get out of my bedroom so I can get dressed!"
"Nope," Tommy said, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Not until you tell me how much you know."
"Well I don't know anything else, really. I've just heard some dirty kids talk about fucking, that's all. And I know it's done with a boy's cock and a girl's... pussy. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," her brother replied, nodding wisely. Want me to show you how?"
Pamela gasped and backed up until her firm, girlish buttocks were pressed against the wall. "I certainly do not! That would be an awful sin! Tommy Westover, what's come over you?"
He chuckled. "Y'know, there are other things to do with a cock besides fucking. Bet you've never heard about them."
"Wh-what are they?" his younger sister asked, still blushing and flustered.
"Well one of them is to just play with it, with your hand. Come on over here and take hold. I'll show you how it's done."
"No!" Pam exclaimed. "Why not? My cock won't bite you!"
"But it's not nice for a girl to play with her brother like that!"
"Who told you?"
"Mama."
"Yeah?"
"Sure. She's always said that I shouldn't undress in front of you and that we shouldn't goof around together. Hasn't she told you that?"
"Listen... " Tommy said, feeling an inclination to brag, "she not only hasn't told me about not goofing around-she's goofed around with me herself!"
"No!" Pam was shocked.
"Sure. Just yesterday, in fact. After I came home from school, she let me fuck her."
Pam was so amazed that she didn't know what to say.
"But Mama played with me first," Tommy went on. "She did that before. Come over here and I'll show you how to play with my prick."
"Your p-prick?" Pam repeated tremulously.
"Yeah. That's another name for it. Some guys call it a dick, too. Or a pecker."
A laugh broke through Pamela's dismay. "Pecker! That's cute!"
"Well, it doesn't make any difference what you call it. It's what you do with it that counts. Come over here!"
Her curiosity aroused, and her inhibitions shattered by the information Tommy had given her concerning their mother, Pam lowered her arms from in front of her slim, girlish body and approached him bashfully. Her blue eyes were riveted on her brother's stiffly up-thrust penis.
"What makes it... get all hard like that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Hell, I don't know!" Tommy said. "It just gets that way when I look at a naked girl-or at Mama without her clothes on."
"Have you ever seen anyone naked besides Mama and me?" Pam inquired as she came to a stop right in front of him.
"Not yet. But I'm going to! There's this foxy chick at school... but let's not talk about her. Go ahead and take hold of my cock."
"Just like this?" Pamela asked, and curled her delicate fingers around the iron-hard shank of her brother's erection.
"Yeah. That's the way." Tommy grinned. "Hey, your hand sure feels good! But you act as if you're afraid of my prick. Really grab hold of it!"
Pam tightened her grasp on her brother's turgid, uplifted member.
"Now pump up and down!" Tommy directed. "Roll that outer skin across the ridge of my cock."
Pam began to do that, and she felt a mounting excitement as she watched her brother's pink, moist cockhead surge repeatedly into view while the hardness of his forbidden prick glided in her hand. She became all warm and itchy between the legs, a sensation she had noticed quite a few times lately.
"Is this all there is to it?" she asked as she rhythmically jacked her brother off.
"Naw, that's just the first thing!" Tommy said. "The next thing to try is to put your mouth on my cock."
Pamela jerked her hand away as if his penis had burned her, and his springy wand bobbed up and down.
"What's the matter?" he asked with a little laugh.
"That was a nasty thing to ask me to do!" his baby sister exclaimed. "If I were to put my mouth on your dirty old cock, I'd get sick!"
"You would not!" Tommy retorted. "Mama did it, and she's feeling fine!"
"Mama actually put her mouth down there on you?" Pam asked in amazement.
"Sure. She took my cock right into her mouth and sucked on it, as if it was a lollipop!"
"Oooh, Tommy!" His sister's eyes were wide as saucers, and her pink lips formed a shocked 0.
"Mama liked sucking my cock!" Tommy bragged. "I'll bet you'd like it, too."
"But how does it taste?" the little girl asked.
"I don't know! I've never sucked one, for God's sake! That's for girls to do. Try it."
"I'm afraid!" Pamela said, staring at his vigorously upthrust organ. She had left the hood pushed back, and his pink cockhead was swollen.
"Want to lie down on the bed?" Tommy coaxed.
"No!" his baby sister quickly responded.
"Then I guess the only way you can suck my cock is to get down on your knees."
"Oooh, Tommy... must I?"
"You want to find out what it's like, don't you?"
"Well... "
"Get down!"
Pamela sank to her knees before her teenaged brother, and she stared close-up at his fascinating organ, which was stiffly standing through the open front of his jeans. She reached out and touched it again. His erect shaft quivered.
Tommy grasped his organ around its base and aimed it directly at his little sister's mouth. "Take a taste!" he said brashly.
Pamela leaned a bit closer. Her fair cheeks still wore a slight blush. Her eyes were bright. Her lips trembled moistly as she parted them.
The blonde-haired girl leaned closer still, then placed a soft, moist kiss on her brother's cockhead. His organ jerked.
Pam looked up at him as if surprised. "I didn't taste anything," she reported.
"Well, you gotta use your tongue to taste with," Tommy said. "Take my cock into your mouth. Then you'll taste it, I'll bet."
Pamela opened her mouth wider. She hesitated, goosing up her nerve. Then suddenly she gave a lunge, and she engulfed her brother's cockhead in her mouth completely, her lips clamping into the groove behind his corona. Her tongue swirled damply around his throbbing knob.
Tommy groaned, thrilling to the voluptuous sensation which his baby sister's mouth imparted.
She sucked experimentally.
Suddenly she pulled back, letting her brother's prick escape.
"I don't like it!" she declared. "It tastes funny!"
"Well, what'd you expect?" Tommy retorted. "It's a cock, not a stick of candy! But you'll like it after you do it awhile. Try again."
"No." Pam made a move to get up.
Tommy wasn't about to let the incident end this way, and he shoved down on his baby sister's shoulder, which forced her to remain on her knees, while he directed his prick with his other hand. He shoved the awesome instrument between Pam's pink dainty lips and deeply into her mouth.
She gave a tormented moan when he brutally plugged her face, but his prick muffled the sound, stoppering her small mouth completely. She glugged and gurgled as he held her by the head and pumped his turgid teenaged cock between her spread, slippery lips.
Pamela rolled her eyes in helpless anguish, and she squirmed. But she couldn't get away from her football-playing brother's strong grasp.
Responding to the raging lust that churned within his young loins, Tommy shamefully fucked the face of his pretty little sister. Her eyes remained wide with shock, and she kept whimpering against the mouthful of prick which Tommy shoved deeper with every stroke.
The tangy taste and musky scent of his aroused organ swamped her senses, and for a long time she refused to respond. Her eyes indicated only shame and despair as her older brother ravished her mouth.
Then gradually something started to change within her. Tommy noted it when he felt her lips clamp tighter around her stroking shaft, and her tongue came alive against his churning cockhead. She commenced to suck him.
The youth groaned, rolling on the balls of his feet as he rotated his cock in his baby sister's mouth. He didn't hold her head any longer. He didn't have to, for Pam was beginning to pump her mouth on his prick of her own accord.
Faster and faster the boy stroked his organ between his sister's o-shaped lips. His glans stroked her lapping tongue. She sucked him harder and harder.
Her nostrils flared, and her eyes took on a gleam of animalish frenzy. She reached around her brother's body and grasped his clothed buttocks so that she could pull his projecting penis into her mouth even faster.
Finally he pulled out, which sent his stiff cock whip- ping up and down.
"Oooh, I like it... I like it!" Pamela cried. "I want some more!"
She snatched for Tommy's bouncing, quivering erection, but he slapped her hand away.. "Get on the bed!" he demanded. Pamela leaped to her feet and hurried to follow his direction. Her baby buttocks winked, so cheeky and firm!
'Tommy quickly shucked out of his clothes and followed his sister to the mattress. She rolled to and fro, finally settling onto her back.
"I don't know what to dooooo!" she whined passionately.
"Don't worry. I'll show you!
Tommy spread her legs and crawled atop her. He kissed her on the mouth and pumped his tongue between her lips. She clamped onto it, sucking heatedly in the same way that she had learned to suck his cock.
He glided his parted, moist lips down across her cute chin and along her throat. His hand passed back and forth across her chest, stimulating her rigid little nipples but detecting scarcely any swell beneath them.
"When are you going to get titties like Mama?" he asked, missing his mother's big, bobbly mounds that felt so springy-soft against his face.
"Pretty soon... maybe," Pam replied.
Determined to make do with what she had, Tommy pressed the circle of his lips around one of her childish nipples, flicked his tongue across the rigid little stem, then clamped his lips onto it and sucked.
"Oooooooo!" Pamela said, squirming beneath him.
That feels gooood!"
Tommy sucked her other baby-tit, leaving both nipples gleaming with his saliva as he continued downward on her body. He licked into her belly button, giving his tongue a moist twist, then went on. His sister squirmed more heatedly, her legs lifting and kicking wide apart, as he approached the smooth little bump at the base of her belly.
He licked it, his tongue crossing the top of her hairless cleft. When he touched the hooded head of her clitoris, she jumped.
Her clit was much tinier than her mother's, but very sensitive. Tommy's impudent tongue pushed back the tight folds of delicate tissue and licked the tip of her baby clit directly.
"Oooooh!" she cried in full-throated passion. "That's crazeeeee!"
Her brother worked his waggling tongue down her snug slit, teasing just the edges of her little labia. Her hips bobbed excitedly, and the frenzied motions kept tossing him off target. But he returned to continue licking up and down, finally succeeding in working his tongue-tip between her tightly elastic cuntal folds.
"Ooooh, Tommeeeee... Tommeeeee...!" she panted, clawing blindly at his head.
He lunged forward, scrambling atop her once more and she felt his hard young rod thump against her bel- ly.
"Are you going to... fuck me now, Tommy?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you... going to really fuck me?"
"Damn right!" he said, and squirmed, aiming his hard penis by hand so that its swollen, moist head pushed against her even moister cuntlips.
Pamela gasped at the contact, and fear leaped to the forefront of her mind.
"Don't hurt me!" she begged.
Tommy said nothing. His young face was grimly determined as he positioned his teenaged prick at the entrance to her sexual cove and pushed, parting her outer labia.
She caught her breath. What they were doing wasn't right, she still believed. But she couldn't stop her lustful brother from carrying out the forbidden act of incest.
He pushed harder, and she felt her first flash of pain as her virginal membrane resisted his depraved demand. She cried out. But her brother didn't stop pushing. In fact, he bore against her all the more lustfully... increasing her pain until his wicked prick broke through her maidenhead and knifed into her virginal passage.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned, feeling a cock inside her for the first time.
Tommy began to stroke, sinking his forbidden dick deeper and deeper into her little-girlish body with every thrust. Her cunt was very tight. Its circular membrane clutched her brother's penetrating penis.
She panted and squirmed. She scratched Tommy's slender, firm back.
He continued boring relentlessly into her previously unfucked pussy until the entire length of his rod was sticking into her 12-year-old body.
"Oooooh, Tommy, I don't like it!" she cried with tears in her eyes. "It's awful!"
But her brother kept fucking her anyway, stroking his iron-hard cock in and out through the torn entrance of her vagina... surging deep within her belly... widening and gradually conditioning her channel. She felt so full of his throbbing maleness that her pussy pulsated. Torment gradually turned to a strange tingly sensation, then even a kind of pleasure!
Her arms came up around Tommy and she lifted her legs at both sides of him. He fucked harder and faster into his baby sister's snug and slippery cunt.
The thrill for him was tremendous. Pamela's pussy was much tighter than his mother's, and the way his little sis was squirming felt like a greased hand twisting as it squeezed his cock.
He pushed up on straight arms, tossed his head back, and parted his lips in a teeth-glinting grimace of animalish frenzy as he speared lustfully into Pamela's sizzling cleft. He made the bed bounce with his furious fucking. His sister moaned and whimpered. She tossed her blonde head from side to side and gasped.
She was getting pure pleasure now�no more pain at all. Her pleasure had over-ridden and obliterated all negative sensations.
"Oooooh, it feels wonderful to fuck!" the young girl cried as Tommy poured it on.
His fourteen-year-old body was a taut, slender instrument of female-pleasing force, his prick small but extremely stiff and turgid, as it fucked repeatedly between the hairless lips of his baby sister's pussy... sinking deep into her cock-clutching moistness.
Her warm, snug cunt writhed around his invading thrusts, rising more and more until her belly slammed against him. She panted and mewled. She kicked. She drubbed her heels against her brother's flanks.
Suddenly his cock spurted inside her, jetting his warm sperm deep in her vagina as his boyish balls churned ecstatically. He cried out.
Pamela answered his cry with one of her own, and her pussy responded by rippling around his twitching cock. She had her first orgasm while her brother's prick ejaculated inside her.
Finally he fell forward, prone and panting atop her still-quivering but blissfully slaked little body.
"Oooooh, Tommmmeeeee... " she breathed gratefully. "That was super!"
"You know it!" he husked, and pushed up to smile at her.
Her sweet face looked different to him than it ever had before. His sister had become his lover, just as his mother had. The relationships of the family members had drastically changed.
A further change lay in store.
The chain reaction which Danny had set off, unbeknown to the Westover children, hadn't yet reached its end...
Bing-bong!
"Oooh, who the fuck could that be?" Judith groaned as she reluctantly extricated herself from Harry's embrace on the sofa and glared drunkenly at the door, where the interrupting sounds had originated.
"Don't you think you'd better answer it?" her husband suggested with a thick tongue. "It might be important."
"Well, why don't you get it?" Judith asked. "My tits are hanging out!"
"Look at what I've got hanging out, for Christ's sake!" Harry said, gesturing at his lap.
"That's not hanging doll!" his wife replied, and laughed throatily. She grasped the blue-veined stiffness that protruded from Harry's pants and gave it a couple of strokes.
"So it's easier to get your titties back into your dress than to get my hard-on tamed down!" Harry said. "And if you give me one more stroke, I'll say the hell with it."
Bing-bong!
"Shit!" Judith complained, and rose precariously to her feet. She stuffed her soft, cream-white boobies back into her dress and zipped up as she weaved her way to the door. She opened it.
"Good evening, ma'am!" Danny said with his usual cocky grin, and looked past her at her husband who was seated on the sofa with a pillow on his lap.
"You!" she exclaimed, then recovered, realizing her husband could hear. "Uuh, what is it?" she asked, trying to sound impersonal.
"I'm selling magazine subscriptions, ma'am," Danny said. "Working my way through college. Now if you'll just let me in, I'll tell you what I have to offer."
He bulled his way into the house.
Dismayed, Judith shut the door and pressed her back against it. Her husband sat dumbfounded on the couch, concealing his hard-on with the large pillow. "I'm an old friend of your wife's, Mr. Westover," Danny suddenly said, confounding Judith again. "Happy to make your acquaintance."
"Judith, what's this asshole talking about?" Harry demanded drunkenly.
"He isn't an asshole!" Judith maintained, weaving toward them.
Danny turned and clutched her just in time to save her from falling. She unconsciously melted against him, and he began boldly to paw her breasts.
"You see, Mr. Westover?" Danny gloated. "Your wife and I know each other quite well."
"It's true," she sadly admitted. "It happened while you had a mistress and I was feeling lonely. I'm sorry, Harry."
"So you're the guy who brought my wife out of her shell! You know something? I want to thank you!" Harry stood to extend his hand, and the pillow dropped away, revealing his persistent erection.
Danny laughed.
Judith laughed, also.
Harry joined in.
The young man pushed down the top of Judith's dress, and her tits bobbed into view.
Moments later, both men were nude and so was Judith, except for her garter belt and nylons. The threesome gravitated to the bedroom. What had started as a quiet booze and sex party between a husband and his wife turned into a three-way orgy, and no one seemed to mind. That illustrated how drastically both Westovers had changed as a result of Danny's influence upon their marriage.
Judith sprawled face-downward on the bed, sticking her ass up. She slowly and voluptuously rotated her hips while Danny stroked his turgid stiffness in and out of her oozing, warm, man-loving cunt.
Harry was content at the moment to just sit in a nearby chair and watch. His cock bristled from his lap and, every once in awhile, he would give it a few rapid hand-strokes. He sniggered lasciviously.
"Oooooh, Dannn-eeee, you're all prick!" Judith groaned, delighting in the thick meatiness that rhythmically penetrated her pussy.
"Yeah, Danny, you're sure hung!" Harry agreed, and sipped some more booze. "I wish I had a woman-pleaser like you've got!"
"Your woman-pleaser pleases me!" Judith said, glancing fondly at her husband while she continued to take the cunt-plugging thrusts of the other man's blood-engorged member.
"Well, if it does... " Harry said, getting up, "how about sucking me off while ole Danny there is sockin' it to you?"
"Yesssss!" she hissed hotly, like steam escaping from a boiler.
Her husband moved up next to the bed, and she reached out to grasp his meaty erection. She pulled him closer, and wiggled toward him at the same time. This forced Danny to scramble after her in order to keep pounding his turgid stiffness into her hair-fringed hole.
Her mouth gaped, then greedily encompassed the head of her husband's cock. Her eyes rolled as she began to suck his meaty member, delighting in its pungent scent and tangy taste.
Danny watched and fucked her hot cunt harder.
"Where's your son?" he asked Judith.
She froze, and her back stopped undulating. She pulled her mouth from her husband's prick with a lurid slurp.
"Tommy is asleep," she said, "and we're going to leave him alone!"
"Now, you don't want to do that," Danny goaded. "Not really! Hey, you've told your husband how much fun you and Tommy have had together, haven't you?"
She stared stupidly at Harry who continued to stand with his dick sticking out.
"What's the man saying, Judith?" he asked, blinking as if to clear his head.
"I'm saying," Danny went on, "that your wife and son have had carnal knowledge of each other. In simple language, my dear Harry, they have fucked!"
"Whaaaaat?" Harry stared at his wife.
"Ooooh, Harry... Haaaaaarrrrr-eeee... I'm so sorry!" she moaned grasping him around the rump and pulling him against her so that his hard-on slapped her cheek. "It just happened... I didn't mean for it to... but it didn't hurt either of us, Harry... ask Tommy... he'll tell you the same thing!"
Danny grinned and resumed pumping his turgid prick in and out of Judith from the rear.
"My God...!" Harry breathed, glancing from his wife to the man who was fucking her.
But instead of reacting angrily, perhaps slapping Judith, he merely twisted his hips to shove his blood-engorged penis back into her mouth. He began to stroke rapidly between her slippery, clasping lips, and she sucked voraciously on his cock.
Danny fucked her fast.
"Stop!" Harry cried, panting, and he quit pumping his penis in his wife's face. "You'll think I'm a klutz but, after all the drinking, I've gotta take a leak!
Judith let his cock go, and he hurried from the room. He walked buck-naked down the hall, his hard-on projecting like a bowsprit.
In the john he had to push down hard on his erection in order to aim it at the pot. It took his body several moments to do the necessary switching so that urine could stream through his pipe. He didn't lose his hard-on even as he pissed, and he had to let it drip dry, since it was not supple enough to shake.
He flushed the pot and sang happily to himself as he headed back toward his bedroom, where Danny continued to jazz Judith. Her husband could hear the bed creaking and her soft moans of passion.
He gave his cock a few strokes. He felt unaccountably happy and free.
.
Suddenly his daughter's door burst open, just as he passed in front of it. The 12-year-old, who had been awakened by the merriment, stared at him.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed, when she saw his hard cock sticking up.
"Honey... g-go back to bed!"
They stood, looking at each other, neither moving nor saying anything for awhile. Then Pam rushed to her naked father's arms.
He couldn't push her away.
He didn't even want to.
Father and daughter embraced, his erection sandwiched upward between their bodies, and she was very conscious of his hard passion throbbing against her flimsy nightgown.
If it was all right for Tommy to screw his mother, and for herself and Tommy to fuck... then why wasn't it okay for her to have sex with Daddy?
He was thinking much the same thing, though from a different angle: He had just learned about his wife and Tommy. What was fair for mothers and sons was just as fair for fathers and daughters-right?
He hugged Pam against him, and she tilted her childish face up. Her father kissed her on the mouth, tenderly using his tongue. His cock throbbed all the harder against her slim, vibrant body as he stroked his damp tongue between his daughter's lips, firing both of them with giddy lust.
He led her back into her bedroom and there removed her filmy gown.
"Oooh, baby, you're beautiful!" he husked as he gazed at her virtually titless and hairless body in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window.
"And so are you, Daddy!" the little girl exclaimed. "You've got a great big, beautiful cock!"
They sank to the bed together, and Pam immediately clasped her father's throbbing erection in her little hand. She stroked his turgid stiffness, and he writhed voluptuously.
"H-how do you... know... what to do?" he asked, nearly strangling with excitement.
"Tommy taught me!" the 12-year-old said.
"You mean, you and Tommy have...?"
"Yes, Daddy, we've fucked!" Pam replied.
Harry gave a groan as he rolled atop her. He smeared his wet mouth down onto her chest and licked madly at her stiffly standing nipples, which amounted to all the tits she had. He licked lower...
"Yes Daddy, yessss!" she hissed, pushing down on his head. "Kiss me between the legs... pleeeeeease!
Her father dived, lifting her slender legs high in the air and spreading them wide apart. He mashed his mouth against the moistened, slitted softness between his daughter's thighs and slurped madly. His tongue stroked her pouting pussylips, which had only a few tiny tendrils growing on them, and he licked lower, between her firm buttocks. Both father and daughter thrilled as he wetly licked her asshole.
"Daddy... oooh, Daddy... I want to suck you! she said.
He squirmed about, so that he was lying beside her with his head opposite her midsection while her little face confronted his big hard cock. She lunged at the thick stick of candy as he draped her legs around his neck and licked between them.
Pam had trouble working her small mouth over the crown of her father's prick. Her lips were stretched to the maximum. But somehow she managed, and her mouth was totally plugged by the throbbing thickness of her father's blood-engorged cockhead.
Meanwhile his tongue pried open the delicate, dewy lips of her little-girlish cunt, and he licked into her tasty crevice. He stroked her tiny clit-head, causing her to moan against her mouthful of daddycock. She ravenously sucked on his big, juicy bone.
"Harry, where the hell are you?" Judith called from down the hall.
Getting no answer, she told Danny, "I've go to find him," and scrambled off the bed, causing his meaty erection to pull suckingly from her sump.
Danny followed as she walked along the hall, her cheeky buttocks wiggling in the frame of her garter belt and stockingtops. She stopped in her daughter's doorway and stared. Danny looked over her shoulder.
Her first response was to hate Harry as she watched him writhing in 69-position with their pre-adolescent daughter. But when she recalled what had happened between herself and their son, she couldn't blame Harry, really.
"Hey, that's great!" Danny exulted, grinning as he watched the father and daughter make out.
Judith turned quickly, her big tits slapping Danny's chest. "You wanted Tommy to get in on our fun?" she said. "Okay! Let's go into his room!"
Danny followed as the lust-maddened housewife hurried along the hall and entered her teenaged son's bedroom. He was still asleep, despite all the loud talking and passionate sounds which had awakened his younger sister. As Judith threw back his covers, she saw the reason for his sound sleep: He obviously was having a delightful dream, because his boyish cock was sticking up, stiff as a barber pole.
Judith clutched it and bent forward, standing beside his bed. She stuck her ass out, causing her fleshy buttocks to split apart, as she capped her hot mouth around her son's throbbing cock. She began to suck him, pumping her o-shaped lips up and down on the boy's turgid stiffness.
Danny saw the opportunity he wanted as the brown eye of her anus stared at him from between her plump, milk-white buttocks. He moved up and sadistically speared his prick into her shocked asshole.
"GHHH A A A A W W W W WGH!" Judith cried gutturally against her son's cock. But she didn't stop sucking him as Danny painfully bored deeper through her forbidden puckered ring, invading her asshole with inch after inch of impaling thickness.
Grasping her buttcheeks with both hands, the young man pumped his cum-coated penis in and out of her rectum's rubber grip, sodomistically ravishing her hot ass while she sucked her son's cock with greater fury until he spurted, flooding her mouth with creamy, young sperm.
Danny jerked and spurted in her asshole at the same time, and Judith climaxed with throbbing undulations which rippled her body from top to bottom.
In the other bedroom, Harry had reached a height of agonizing arousal while his baby daughter sucked on his mouth-filling cock and he licked her delicious loins. His bloated testicles churned with forbidden lust. His blood-engorged cockhead throbbed in his daughter's mouth.
He had to fuck her!
Wild horses couldn't have prevented it.
He pulled free from the little girl's sucking mouth and scrambled around to sprawl between her slim thighs which he lifted into the air.
"Oooooh, Daddy!" she cried. "You cock's so big! Don't huuuurt me!"
He didn't wish to hurt her, but he was so overwhelmed by the wicked frenzy which gripped him that he couldn't check the skewering thrust that sent his thick prick boring and twisting into her tight little slit.
"AAAAAWWWWW!" she bleated in shocked dismay as she felt the huge presence throbbing between her stretched pussylips, filling her sexual cavity with her father's raging heat.
He began to fuck her, rocking her girlish body on the bed as his meaty thickness stroked in and out of her sadistically impaled cunt. Though it hurt, her body quickly accommodated itself... and the young girl began to love her father's frenzied fucking.
She hooked her legs around him and gripped his back with both hands. She slammed her little belly rapidly against him as she mumbled and mewled out her childish passion.
"Oooooh, sweetheart!" Harry cried, fucking his daughter with incestuous relish. "You're so adorable!"
"And I love you, Daddy!" the young girl sobbed, her cock-clutching pussy returning his skewering thrusts stroke for stroke.
The cries from the bedroom brought the other members of the family, and Danny, to the girl's bedroom door, and they watched as Harry screwed his daughter to a throbbing, squealing finale.
His cum spurted into her.
The others joined Harry and Pam on the bed. It was crowded, but that made it all the better. Judith sat on her young son's face while she accepted Danny's turgid stiffness into her mouth, forgetting that her asshole had just been fucked by that very same cock. The acrid taste which she derived shockingly reminded her, but she was too far gone to care. She proceeded to lick and suck the young man's penis clean while Tommy wormed his eager tongue in her hot, hair-fringed fuckhole.
Pam sucked her father to renewed hardness. But before he had a chance to re-insert his turgid erection into her pre-teen body, Danny knocked him aside and took over. His prick was even bigger than Harry's, but by that time the little girl was able to handle as much cock as a grown woman, and she quickly encompassed his hard-on with her smooth, butter-slick flesh, Harry had to make do with his own wife, flopping her off Tommy so that her bottom stuck into the air. Harry speared her hair-fringed fissure while she bowed to her son's standing prick. She sucked the lad as Harry fucked her pleasure-giving pussy from the rear.
The five persons made the bed rock, Danny slamming savagely into Pam's 12-year-old cunt while Harry pummelled Judith's buttocks with his belly and his meaty erection raged in her cock-hungry hole.
Tommy had his cock sucked by his mother for the second time that night, and soon he was spurting and quivering again, splattering his boyish cum over her tonsils.
Harry erupted in her rippling sexual crevice.
Danny gushed his creamy, thick sperm into the quivering cunt of young Pam.
The children, and even Harry, had lapsed into sleep by the time Danny was ready to leave. Judith accompanied him to the door, still wearing just her garter belt and nylons.
"Well, I won't be seeing you again, doll," he said, holding her loosely in his arms and patting her lush bottom.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked. "Funny - I wanted to hear you say those words many times, but now I'm not sure if I like them. We've had a lot of fun!"
"Sure we have," Danny said, looking down into her face as he wiggled a finger between her rubbery buttocks. He poked the digit at her well-used but still quite serviceable ass. "You can have great fun without me, though," he added as his finger broke into her hot ass.
"Oooooooh, yessssss!" Judith hissed and writhed, rubbing her big tits against him as he stroked his skewering finger in her asshole.
"You've got your family to play with," he went on, "and the four of you can branch out, bringing new people into your home."
"Why did you do... all this?" Judith asked panting-ly as he fingered her rear.
"Okay. The time is right for me to tell you." Danny pulled his finger from her asshole with a sucking pop. "I did it just to see if it was possible to take a respectable, middle-class housewife and her square little family and reduce them to a bunch of wanton, incestuous slobs!"
Judith blinked at him.
He grinned. "As you can see, it worked. I'm going to write a paper about it for my master's degree in psychology. No names, of course."
"Th-that was all there was to it?" Judith asked in amazement.
"Sure. Oh, I'll admit I got some kicks out of it along the way. But so did you and your family. So keep swinging, babe. That's the only thing the lot of you can do from now on."
"You really have no respect for any of us, do you?" Judith asked wryly.
"Maybe this will answer your question," Danny said, and he shoved the finger with which he had just pronged her asshole... into her mouth.
Judith sucked it clean, confirming all that he had said about her. Then, giving her a jaunty wave, the young man took his leave.
She knew she would never see him again.
Was the outlook for herself and her family as hopeless as he had said�or had they found something superior to the satisfactions enjoyed by the common herd? Were they freer and therefore more able to live a full and pleasure-yielding life? Or had they plummet-ted into a moral abyss from which there was no crawling out?
Only time would tell.
But one thing was certain: Neither Judith nor the other members of her family would ever be the same as they were before Danny had entered their lives. It was strange, to think about it, that one person could have had such a profound effect on a group of people to whom he wasn't related nor bound in any way.
It was almost as if they had just been waiting for something to trigger the suppressed lust that was bottled up within them. If it hadn't been Danny, it might have been someone else.
Judith had a lot to think about as she returned to bed. But her thoughts didn't keep her from quickly dropping off to sleep...
Rrrrriiiiing!
The alarm made Judith sit up with a start. She was panting, and her body was filmed by perspiration.
She looked down at her husband who lay asleep beside her, and she blinked uncomprehendingly at first. Harry wore neat, pressed pajamas, even though she recalled that he had fallen asleep wearing nothing at all. And where were her sexy garter belt and nylons, which she had been too sleepy to take off? When had she gotten up and donned her nightie? She didn't remember doing that.
Gradually it dawned on her that what she remembered, what had so aroused and troubled her and had left her in a panting sweat, had all been a dream. There was no Danny. Her family was still respectable and square; her husband was still aloof and frustrated; she was still repressed and prudish...
Or WAS she?
She slowly lay back the covers and looked at her husband's cock, which speared out through the fly of his pajamas - throbbing with blood-engorged stiffness even while he slept.
The poor thing! Judith thought. He IS frustrated, and it's all my fault! The dream taught me that! I don't need any Danny, and my family doesn't have to be destroyed for me to set matters right. lean start doing it on my own... very easily... RIGHT NOW!
She wriggled lower on the bed, grasped her husband's penis around the shank, and aimed his thick meatiness at her mouth. Giving a throaty moan, she capped her slippery, o-shaped lips around his bloated, throbbing cockhead... and began to suck.
Her husband awakened to a new life... for them both.
