Heaven had become hell, and delight had become torment. Ann's first year of marriage had been utter bliss, and then Chris had been born. As a result, her vagina, which had been capable of handling her husband's thick cock had distended so much, she had been in agony, and by the time it returned to normal size, the muscles within had developed to where she was tighter than she had been when a virgin. In fact, when her husband rammed his cock into her cunt, the helpless woman felt her muscles cramping, and as a result, agony followed.
David Corso, Ann's husband, was almost instantly aware of his wife's predicament, and she underwent all kinds of physical therapy for more than a year, including vaginal stretching, but her tightly cramping muscles constantly rebelled whenever her vagina had something thick put into it, and as a result, her husband became less and less attentive to her. As the years passed, David had to seek his physical pleasures elsewhere. He had considered a divorce, but he loved Ann too much. So they slept in the same bed, and sometimes, when physical needs became overpowering, she would "do the laundry by hand," but for the most part, their's was not a happy sexual relationship.
What neither of them had stopped to figure was that Ann's problem was mental. She was so terrified of another pregnancy, and of being painfully distended inside, that mere consummation was enough to make her tremble.
When Chris, her son was twelve years old, Ann had him join the boy scouts. As a result of bringing him to and from meetings at the various houses of den mothers, Ann came to know quite a few other women, and one of them, Phyllis, a radiant blonde, saw the un-happiness behind Ann's dark eyes.
To begin with, Ann was now thirty-one years old. She had short black hair, which the previous September had been cut as it had been in June, to stay off her neck. As a result, she had a small upsweep that made her hairstyle look more boyish than many of the styles worn by most males. Her brown eyes were like large saucers, and she had the prettiest, short, upturned nose. Her lips were full and inviting, and any man looking at them would have envied her husband, until finding out that Ann Corso didn't indulge in terrible things like taking a penis into her mouth. Nor would she allow her husband to use her anus, reasoning that if her vagina, which was larger than her anus, was too tight for his cock, then her rectum was even tighter.
Ann had a rounded figure without being voluptuous. That is, her breasts were full without being immense. Her waist was narrow, her hips neither too wide nor too narrow, and she had a small, round, tight fanny leading to slender thighs and full calves. From merely looking at Ann, one would reason she was a stunning woman, and she inspired many an erection without even being aware of it.
However, the unhappiness filling her eyes was obvious to Phyllis, and after about three months, in early October, Phyllis took Ann aside after Ann had delivered her son to the house of one of the other mothers, and said,'I've been watching you for some time, now. You're an absolutely beautiful woman, you fill out that blue dress of yours to perfection, yet you have a perpetual sadness in your eyes. Why?"
Phyllis was blonde, with hair that barely came down to her neck. She had a long, rather than an oval, face. Her gray eyes even seemed long, and she had a long nose, with a slight overbite that caused her front lip to protrude, sexily. Phyllis was two inches taller than Ann's five-feet-five inches, and she was considerably less round, yet her eyes always had a twinkle in them, and when the parents of the scouts got together, it was obvious from looking at Phyllis's husband that she made the man extremely happy.
On that particular day, Phyllis was wearing a white . blouse and pink slacks, slacks that would shortly be put away because winter was already approaching. Ann didn't want to discuss her personal problems with the woman, but this was something that had been weighing heavily on her mind for twelve years, and she was astonished that she hadn't cracked under the strain in all this time. Even more astonishing was David's willing to put up with it. She reasoned that he still remembered their first year together, and was hoping she would eventually become as she had been then, and they would once again fully enjoy one another's company. He must truly love her.
"Look," Ann told her, "this is something I can't discuss out in the open. I mean, I shouldn't even be talking about it to you, right now."
"Well, in heaven's name, if you don't talk to me, to whom will you talk?" Phyllis asked. "I'm no analyst, but it's more than a little obvious you're unhappy. You have deep circles under your eyes, and they're taking away from your loveliness. Come on, let's go for a ride and you'll tell me all about it."
They got into Phyllis's Ford station wagon and drove around for more than an hour before Ann finally admitted what her problems were. Phyllis listened intently, then pulled into a McDonald's parking lot and told Ann to wait. She went and got two Big Macs, along with two cups of coffee, and came back. As they ate, Phyllis said to the stunning brunette, "Your whole problem is too big for someone like me, but I can tell you right now, you have to learn to circumvent part of it. You don't want your husband's penis to connect with your vagina, so you have to make the man happy another way. Pulling his weinie isn't going to do the trick, honey. For heaven's sake, learn to use your mouth. Suck the man's cock, drink his sperm, put him in seventh heaven. In return, he'll learn to go down on you."
"But that seems like such a disgusting thing to do," she gasped.
"Disgust, in this case, is in the eye, or in the mouth, of the beholder," Phyllis replied. "I'm telling you, if you learn to go down on him, he'll love you that much more for it. What's more, there's a good chance that after you've sucked that cock for a while, you'll get so wet inside, tight as you are, he'll be able to slip his cock into you without hurting you. When that happens, all the good things you remember will return. You'll see."
"I don't know," Ann said, shaking her head, but even as she did so, she knew she had to try something.
CHAPTER TWO
The scout meeting for the second week in October took place in Ann's house. The mothers delivered their children to her ranch home, a wide, sprawling place with a half acre of land around it. It was white stucco on the outside, with a green-tiled roof.
The scoutmaster, Mr. Refizzo, had arrived before any of the kids, wearing his scoutmaster's uniform. The man wasn't too tall, about five-feet-eight inches in height, with stringy brown hair that was longer than Ann's. He had round cheeks, a curved nose, and a large, handlebar mustache underneath, as if trying to emphasize his masculinity.
The truth was, Mike Refizzo consistently had doubts concerning his masculinity in spite of the fact that he had one of those monstrous cocks that seemingly looked like it ought to be attached to a rhino. The reason for his lack of self-confidence was due to his inability to make good at his job. The man was a warehouseman, and in the gigantic warehouse where he worked five days a week, thousands of different items were stored. He had once been chewed out by a superior because he had been unable to remember where one particular item was. The fact that his boss knew even less than he never entered his mind. It didn't occur to him that the boss was coming down on him to cover his own personal inadequacies. As a result, Mike Ref izzo believed everything his boss said about him, and in order to prove otherwise to himself, he would go on fucking sprees.
Being a bachelor, it proved no problem to Mike. That is, it proved no problem until he encountered three whores in a row who were unable to raise his erection. Once again, it was something psychological, but Mike Refizzo believed it to be a physical inadequacy. He thought he was simply incapable of raising an erection, and following his disaster with the initial three ladies of the night, he tried making it with various other pavement princesses, and failed every time. Frustrated, Mike Refizzo was determined to find a way to make his cock hard and keep it hard.
Once, he had read a book about nymphomaniacs. According to the book, nymphomaniacs were women constantly trying to find a man capable of satisfying them. The reason for their continual promiscuity was simply their inability to attain any kind of satisfaction.
Well, in his own way he was a male version of a nymphomaniac. No, not a satyr. He was unable to find the right woman to keep him erect until he was capable of satisfying his urges. He was certain all he had to do was find the right woman, and everything would be fine.
Mike looked at the various mothers of the scouts and decided more than one was really good-looking. But just looking at their lovely faces and nubile bodies wasn't enough to raise an erection for him, because he was so bound up in self-pity, he was unable to concentrate on the women.
That Saturday afternoon, he didn't have time to think about his troubles as he sat around in the Corso basement, talking about scouting with the two dozen boys in his troop. They were planning a weekend hike the following week, and each boy had to bring permission in writing from his parents. If the weather didn't get too cold, they would have this one last weekend in the Maine woods. Mike knew the perfect camping area. He had discovered it not toot long ago, when some of his male friends had taken him to a topless-bottomless nightclub hidden away in the wilds of Maine, of all places. People came from hundreds of miles away, from Canada as well as the U.S. to enjoy the different kinds of entertainment there. Nearby, was a camp ground.
CHAPTER THREE
The meeting, as far as all the scouts were concerned, was a big success. They would all come here, to the Corso house, and would go off in three station wagons. Mike Refizzo would drive one, and two of his assistant scoutmasters would drive the others. Each scoutmaster, in turn, would need one of the parents to help keep the kids in line. Since the fathers were always too busy to bother on weekends, two mothers had agreed to come along, but Mike wanted one more mother. He had no volunteers at the moment.
He was out on the sidewalk in front of the Corso home at the moment. Chris Corso was running down the block to play with some friends now that the meeting was over. Ann Corso, who had served cookies and milk when it was all over, stood nearby, wearing a simple white blouse and yellow skirt. She was a really nice-looking woman, and Mike decided he would love the opportunity of losing his impotence with someone like her, but the odds were against it. She was a strait-laced New England housewife who definitely didn't fool around. Too bad!
Shrugging, he got into his own station wagon, and drove off.
Ann watched the scoutmaster leave. He was almost always the last to go, and she felt she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. God! It was murder with all those kids running around.
She was alone in the big ranch house now, and her mind returned to her problem. She would have given anything for a solution.
Suck a penis indeed! Imagine trying to cram one of those big monstrous organs into her mouth. Why her vagina was unable to hold her husband's huge phallus. How in heaven's name would he expect her to take .such a monster into her throat? Well, maybe she didn't have to take it into her throat. Maybe just into her mouth.
Still, it would have been a lot easier if she had a small penis to practice on, first. A thin, tiny one, say like her son's or one of the other young scouts. They were still small for the most part, still a long way from being fully developed. But where would she be able to find a boy with a closed mouth-one who wouldn't go boasting, "Hey, y'know what Mrs. Corso did for me?"
She was deep in thought as she walked into the solarium at the left side of her house where she intended watering some of the plants she had there. That was when she was startled by the shape of a young boy, sitting in there with a drawing pad on his knees.
"Robert?" she asked. "What are you doing here? All the other scouts have gone."
Robert Lander was a quiet boy. He stayed by himself all the time, never associating with Chris or the other boys except at scout meetings. He had dark-brown hair, deep, soulful eyes, looking as if they were as full of hurt as her own, a straight nose and a firm young chin. He was a boy scout because his father insisted on it, but his heart wasn't into scouting.
Ann walked over to where the boy was drawing, and she noticed he had one of her fashion magazines open. It was open to an ad for some underclothing, where an unclad female was holding panties before the lower part of her body while revealing her breasts. The fashion magazines were becoming more and more bold.
"You're very good," she said to Robert, looking at his sketch.
"Yeah, I'm studying to become an artist when I grow older," he told her. "I'm waiting for mom to pick me up. She won't be here for another three quarters of an hours, so I figured I'd pass the time doing some drawing."
"The trouble is, the woman you're drawing is small-busted," Ann told him. "If you want to draw nudes, you have to learn to draw women with all sizes of breasts. That is, each woman would have a size different from the others."
"Well," he nodded, "I kinda draw things as I see 'em, but to be honest with you, I do have trouble drawing breasts. So I always kinda draw women flat-chested. Maybe it's 'cause that's the way I see 'em."
Robert Lander! A loner! A boy who never associated with the other boys other than in scouting, and who even then was silent. Dear God! It was as if the youth had been made-to-order for her.
"Well, if you were to draw me," she said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out, "you'd have to draw me with larger breasts than that. I mean, I'm pretty big-busted, you know. Not monstrous, but a long way from petite."
"You look kinda petite in my eyes," the boy shrugged.
"Is that a fact," she said, taking another deep breath and then exhaling. "Suppose you decide for yourself-uh, strictly in the interests of art, naturally."
"Huh?" the boy asked, and before he realized what she meant, she took off her blouse, dropped it to the side, then unhooked her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
"Holy cow!" the boy gasped, simply sitting there with the pad on his lap, his eyes bulging out of his head. He gazed at the full, perfect white breasts with their soft tannish-pink tips. In fact, her nipples looked like eyes in the middle of her areolae, eyes that were staring back at him.
God! he thought. She was right. They were sure big, they were a lot bigger'n he'd thought. They were really well-shaped, too, round, artistically perfect. He was drooling, and the boy suddenly realized he was thinking about all this in more than an artistic sense. He wanted to touch those breasts. He was unaware that the sight of this woman's naked bosom would cause a bubbling in his young balls, the start of their awakening, and with that, the awakening of desire. Robert wasn't an ignorant boy. He had read about the differences between males and females, and, in simplistic terms, understood the urges males felt for females, though until now, never having felt any urges himself, he was unable to figure out just what it was the men felt. But now, suddenly, the throbbing in his young balls caused him to begin heavily perspiring. She was stunning. She was beautiful, and in far more than an artistic sense. She was the perfect woman, and he realized he ached to actually put his lips on those nipples.
Standing, he put his sketch pad down and walked over to her for a closer look.
"Wow!" he said. "Considering their size and all, they sure do stand up nice, don't they. I mean, I've seen pictures of women with breasts as big as yours, some even a little smaller, and they're already hanging. But gee, yours stand up really nice."
"Thank you," she told him. "I admit, I do certain exercises to keep the muscles taut. Also, I was high-breasted from the moment I started to develop. Some women are low-breasted, and it isn't that their breasts aren't firm, it's just that they're constructed so that it appears their breasts are hanging when they're not."
Wow! You're really fantastic-looking," the boy gasped. "I've seen my mother's breasts, and they don't begin to compate to yours."
"Well, then, I tell you what I'll do," she told him. "Since you like to sketch, I'll let you sketch my breasts, provided you don't include my face."
"D'you mean it?"
"It'll be our little secret, provided you promise not to tell anyone."
"I won't tell a soul," he vowed. "Gee, you're terrific."
He forced himself to remain calm as he once again sat where he had been before, facing her, and Ann stepped back to let the sun shining in from the west side of the solorium play all over her. Her bobbing breasts seemed as strong a lure as anything a woman might use to entice a man, and she knew the boy, who was almost thirteen, loved looking at her. She had no idea he would be this stunned, and it pleased her.
Robert simply remained sitting there for a few minutes, staring at the fullness of her upstanding breasts, noting they swayed and jiggled with each of her movements. They appeared to be manipulated by strings, as if an invisible wire led from the tip of each nipple to a crossbar hidden somewhere in the ceiling. They bobbled up and down with each breath she took, and he had to take a moment to swallow, or else he would have drooled all over himself.
Because she knew the boy wasn't going to attempt to make any kind of move, and certainly had no intention as yet, of piercing her vagina, Ann felt strongly affected. Subconsciously she had been seeking the youth's approval, and she was getting a whole lot more than she had initially expected. She saw the youth shaking and knew there would not be any drawing on that particular day.
"Put down the pad Robert," she said to him.
Still staring at her, the boy set the pad and pencil down on a nearby end table. When she ordered him to get to his feet, he did sO, and when she ordered him to approach her, there was no way on earth for him to refuse.
"How much do you like my breasts?" she asked.
"A lot, Mrs. Corso, a lot," he admitted.
"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.
"Hey? Are you serious? Do you mean it?"
She took his hand, and picking up her blouse and brassiere with her other hand, she led him through the house to the basement steps. They went back down to the large basement where the scout meeting had been held, and where she had graciously refused to be one of the mothers to go along on the camping trip. But instead of going into the large barroom, she led him to the side, to a smaller family pool room. She left the door partially open, wanting to listen in case her son came charging into the house. Then she put her things on the pool table, turned to Robert, thrust her breasts toward him, and said, "All right, touch them!"
He raised a hand and reached out, expecting her to flinch and pull back. She didn't. Instead, she felt her right nipple immediately start to enlarge when his fingers came into contact with it.
"You have a nice touch," she told him, exhaling, her body beginning to tremble beneath his inexperienced hand.
"And you have wonderful breasts," he said, the words once again popping out before he had a chance to stop them.
"I'm glad you like them," she smiled, and almost without realizing what she was doing, Ann leaned forward and kissed the soon-to-be thirteen-year-old on the tip of his nose.
Her arms reached down and her hands touched his waist, then moved down to his hips. She noticed that in spite of the so-called sedentary life he seemed to lead, the young boy was trim, athletically.
"Well, I sure wouldn't say I liked them if I didn't," the boy insisted, panting heavily now, starting to perspire. "I mean, I go to the beach in the summer, and from what I can see, you sure put all those young girls on the beach to shame."
"Thank you, Robert," Ann smiled again, a light film of perspiration beads dotting her forehead and upper lip. "I like hearing things from a nice, sincere boy like you. I know you only tell the truth."
"Well, gee, I am a boy scout, and a boy scout wouldn't lie," he insisted almost haughtily.
"Yes, that's very true," she agreed. "Come up here and sit beside me on the pool table," she told him as she hoisted herself onto the large table and patted the mahogany rim.
The boy looked for a moment, feeling slightly confused, not really knowing what to do. For an instant he felt like turning around and running away. He shouldn't be here alone with a grown woman. Things like this just didn't happen to boys like himself. But in spite of everything, it was definitely happening to him. Not that he had ever been in love with this woman or anything, but, well, she sure was something. So was being here with the beautiful mother of one of the other guys, she almost naked, sitting on the edge of the pool table. What was more, she wanted him to sit next to her. He'd be a dope to say no!
Hopping up beside her, the boy allowed his feet to swing back and forth. He felt Ann moving closer to him, and he reddened again. Gee! What did she want from him? She was really something!
Ann, looking at the young boy, saw curiousity mingling with apprehension in his innocent eyes-eyes which at the moment seemed to lock themselves on the fullness of her upstanding breasts. The truth was, most women her age with breasts her size either had pendulous mammaries right from the start, or just plain fallen breasts because the pectoral muscles had stretched. Ann had gone out of her way to take care of her body, so it was no wonder her breasts managed to stand up. Had the boy been a little older and into sex, he would have truly been able to appreciate their solidity. As it was, he still stared with wide-open eyes. When Ann reached out to him and tugged the youth a little closer, pressing one of them against his arm, he really began feeling arousal, and he started quivering. One hand had very gently tugged his scout shirt from his pants, in back, then began sliding against the warm flesh covering his young spine.
"Calm down," she said to him. "You smell nice and clean. I like that in a boy."
"Yeah, well I do a lotta jobs mowing lawns," the boy said. "Before I come to the scout meetings, I take a quick shower, and mom has this yucky deodorant soap I use."
"It smells very nice," the lovely woman told him. "It isn't really perfumed, but it still has a pleasant, clean aroma to it."
"Soap should smell like soap," the boy shrugged.
"Is art your only hobby?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I'm also into popular music," the boy told her. "Not the rock stuff, but the old pop tunes."
His hand moved higher, as if for no reason at all, and his fingers moved as if of their own volition, compressing tightly around the hard, rubbery nipple, formerly tan-pink, now a definite pink-red. The hard, rubbery flesh felt smooth and firm between his fingers, and he quivered a little more as he pulled harder, aware of throbbing sensations in her swollen bud.
Ann closed her eyes for a moment. She shuddered as if someone had thrown a switch and sent countless millions of volts of electricity shooting through her helplessly quaking body. She panted heavily, almost as if gasping.
"Gee, did I hurt you?" the boy asked, but he was reluctant to take his fingers from her nipple.
Ann was shaking with an insanely passionate kind of helplessness. It came to her that she had been subconsciously angling for this from the moment she had seen Robert alone. Granted she liked the boy, liked him a lot, but it wasn't a physical kind of love. Certainly it was nothing akin to passion, yet she had to admit she liked him very much. Having come this far with him, she was determined to go farther. She was determined to take the advice of her friend Phyllis. She was going to learn how to suck a cock, and why not start with this tiny one. It would make that monster between her husband's thighs more acceptable, if not palatable. The mere idea seemed to stimulate her that much more.
"You have firm hands," she told the boy, complimenting him. "I like the way your fingers touch me. Why not use your other hand, as well. I mean, the breast does feel neglected since you're only playing with its twin, and you're the one to blame."
"Gee, Mrs. Corso, I don't know what to say. I mean...."
"We're alone, Robert," she whispered in a conspiratorial voice. "What you and I are doing at this moment is extremely personal, so when there's no one else around, why not behave a bit more friendly, more intimately. Start by calling me Ann."
The boy found his face reddening even more, with his hand still massaging her breast. But he slipped off the table and stood on the floor in front of her, keeping one hand on her one breast, and covering her other nipple with his other palm. Without looking, Ann felt his crotch pressing against her nylon-covered leg, and she knew the boy was strongly aroused, even if unaware just why his body was reacting as it was.
Reaching down with her right hand, she placed her palm flatly against his young thigh, noting he never even noticed it because he was so absorbed with feeling her breasts, nothing else in the world seemed to matter at that moment. He was panting and gasping, and Ann felt the strong, tremulous sensations quivering through his extended fingers as they moved across the firmness of her vanilla breasts, teasing the light cherry-colored nipples. His fingering movements caused the beautiful woman to smile, and for the first time in years she once again looked radiant as she anticipated, with lust, the boy's next move.
"You do like my breasts, don't you?" she softly whispered, "Oh yeah," the boy nodded, gulping and blushing at the same time. They're really terrific, and the flesh feels so smooth, so soft."
"Well, then, I think you should know I like it, too, and I think of myself as being a lucky woman that you stayed behind when all the others had gone."
As she spoke she tightened an arm around the boy, tugging his youthful body even closer. He responded automatically, leaning closer.
With her tongue, she reached forth and stabbed into his young ear. The boy shuddered but remained where he was standing, still tightly gripping her breasts. He grunted a little and tentatively kissed her cheek as her hands rubbed his back again and again.
She had the boy hooked. Yes, she had him where she wanted him, and he would do anything at all to make her happy. It was obvious he was so strongly affected he was incapable of fighting these new emotions that were growing in him. As long as she continued working slowly, not frightening him, the web of eroticism she was weaving would get stronger and stronger. He was a mere twelve years old, almost thirteen, and she was clearly able to tell he was completely overpowered by all that was happening to him.
"You must have the most beautiful breasts in the whole wide world," the boy said to her, gasping.
"You just keep saying that to every female you meet in later life," she told him, "and they'll all want you to make love to them. Every woman likes to be told nice things about herself."
"Mrs. Corso, what you have is worth saying nice things about," the young boy insisted. "Your breasts are so perfect-not too large, not too small, not too hard, not too soft."
"So we've established that you definitely like my breasts," she teased softly, keeping the boy under her spell by slowly moving her body from side to side, watching the way his youthful fingers managed to cling to her throbbing nipples.
Robert continued staring at her tantalizing white flesh, his tongue wetting his lips. The young boy was almost drooling, aching to pop at least one of those nipples into his mouth and suck.
"Men like to do more than merely put their hands on a woman's breasts," she whispered in an encouraging tone to the boy. "Most men like to take nipples into their mouths and chew on them. Would you like to put one of mine into your mouth?"
"Can I?" the boy asked in a pleading tone. "Can I really?"
"Well, as far as I'm concerned," she replied, her breath heavy and strong, "what good is having nipples if they can't be sucked and kissed now and again by someone nice."
"Yeah, that's right, that's right," the boy nodded, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth.
"My nipples are just as good as any other woman's," Ann went on. "They feel the need to be fondled and suckled. I like feeling the mouth of someone loveable and pleasant on them."
"Right," the boy said again.
"Well then, what are you waiting for, Robert? The time has come for you to begin using those lips and that tongue. Lick my nipples."
Robert was scarcely able to believe his ears. Was it true? Was she telling him to go ahead and suck her breasts? Heck! It was more like she was ordering him to do it. Well, he'd have to be a total klutz not to take advantage of this. So he began leaning forward toward her right breast, encircling as much of the heavy globe of meat with his hand as he was able, and he tugged it upward toward his hungering mouth as saliva dribbled from the corner of his lips. It was at that moment that Ann reached down with her hand along the front of his thighs, feeling for, finding, and lightly caressing his phallic wand.
Shuddering tremors began quaking through her sweet, delectable body at that precise moment. She felt thrills move as if like long fingers through her body into her intestines as her mouth began to automatically work. Lord! At this moment she wished she had a second boy here, so she would be able to kiss him while this boy standing before her continued lowering his mouth to her swollen nubbin. Then the boy's tight lips clamped themselves firmly around her nipple, filling the trembling extension with a series of shocking electrical impulses. The hard, slender cock her fingers had lightly grazed moments earlier was suddenly in the center of her hand and she was squeezing it firmly, realizing it was precisely what she had been seeking-just the right length, just the right breadth. Yes, it was more slender than her husband's penis, and there was no possible way for it to hurt her-whether in her mouth or even in her cunt. Yes, cunt was the right word to use now instead of vagina, because she was acting like a tart, but loving every moment of it.
The boy's mouth continued hungrily sucking her nipples, making them swell even more. Her free arm pressed his face that much more firmly into her breasts, making him feel as if he was surrounded by cushions of soft flesh, almost crushing his small nose. She ached to strip him naked and allow her hands to wander all over his young body. It took all her inner self-control to merely sit there and press his head to her chest while her other hand continued fondling the reedy pipestem of his young cock.
The boy had never been touched so intimately by a female before. He was somewhat startled, and as a result jumped back. When her hand reached out to pull him to her again, he stepped back, a little unsure of himself at this point.
"What's wrong, Robert?" she asked.
"Well ... gee ... I didn't know you were supposed to touch me, too," he gasped. "I mean, I don't let my mother, or even the doctor touch me there."
"Well, your mother doesn't allow you to feel her breasts, does she?" Ann asked.
"No," the boy admitted.
"Think about it for a minute. Did you like my touching you down there, Robert? Honestly, now."
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Suppose I touch you once more, and then you can decide."
"Well, I guess it'll be okay," he nodded.
He stepped forward and let her put her hand on his penis. She rubbed it through his pants, feeling it stiffen even more, and she said, "Like it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that it's so different."
"As long as it's good," she pointed out. "Now I happen to like it when you suck my nipples. So while you suck my nipples, I'll keep on fondling your penis, okay?"
The boy stopped and thought for a moment, then realized he would be ten different kinds of a jerk if he said no. He liked sucking on the tips of her breasts, and he sure liked what her hand did to his penis. This was some new kind of game-one he had never played before, and he didn't want to stop playing it.
He came back to her and allowed his thighs to open wide, allowing the softness of her hand to slide against the solid poker of his young penis. The boy quivered, but this time he stayed perfectly still, enjoying the wonderful pressure of her hand.
"Oh, my!" the beautiful woman whispered. "It feels so nice and hard and wonderful. And that mouth of yours, Richard, well it certainly knows what to do to a woman's breasts to make them feel really good. You know, this is what men do to women all the time, and I can tell you right now, you're as good as my husband. Now aren't you glad I brought you down here with me?"
Ann felt herself ready to explode all over. She felt so wonderful, so thrillingly good all over. There was no fear, nothing to hurt her, and she gave vent to her feelings, shuddering and quaking, using all her strength to keep still while concentrating on squeezing and tugging on the young boy's hard penis. She had to make sure she didn't jerk too hard or too fast. Otherwise everything was fine.
"My other nipple," she whispered after a while. "Suck my other nipple for a short time. It's dying to feel the pressure of your mouth."
His lips wandered across the narrow expanse of her feminine chest. The trembling, shooting sparks she had felt in the first feminine milk mountain when the boy had sucked her nipple began to circulate through the other one as his tongue flattened and rubbed against the peaking nipple. His hand reached up and took a firm grip on the nipple he had initially sucked and he massaged it, preventing it from shrinking.
Ann had a solid hold on the youth's pulsing penis, and she became aware of his back-and-forth movement as he rubbed it between her pressuring fingers. He was, in essence, trying to fuck her hand through his pants. Ann was certain the temperature of the young cock must have risen by at least twenty degrees. She was positive that if it got any hotter, the boys pants would burst into flames. Lord! She was tired of gripping it through the material. She wanted to feel it in the flesh. She wanted to look at the pulsing penis, to see if it really was as slender and as tiny as she felt it to be. She wanted it exposed, uncovered, and then she wanted it covered again, but this time by the tissues of her vagina, or, if she dared, by her sucking mouth.
"Let's both of us get undressed," she whispered softly. "We're alone down here, and your mother isn't due for a little while yet. If we get completely undressed, I'll show you how to have a really good time."
She was trembling, shaking all over as she hadn't done since her wedding night. God! This was ridiculous!
The boy, having heard what she had said, sucked harder, pressing his handsome young face all the more firmly into the rounded swells of her breasts. His teeth began chewing on a nipple, and when she suddenly stiffened from the total pleasure of it all, he stopped, once again thinking he might have hurt her.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "Really, honestly, I'm sorry. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Dear God! This was the kind of pain she would have been able to handle twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Compared to the things her husband did to her while believing he was making her feel good, this boy's little nibbles were sheer paradise. Heck! If he'd continued to bite her that way a little longer, she probably would have attained her first orgasm in a dozen years.
"You didn't hurt me" she assured him. "In fact, what you were doing was arousing me, making me feel better, making me feel like a woman who was wanted."
Surrounding the young boy's head with her two hands, lacing her fingers into his dark-brown hair, she pressed his face into her bare breasts once again, feeling his mouth open and his lips start sucking solidly on her nipple. Then his mouth worked its way over to her other nipple and continued sucking. When the young boy finally came up for air, Ann leaned down and lightly pressed her lips to his in the first lover's kiss he had ever received. She probed with her tongue, moving it between his teeth, teasing his own tongue, touching his gums, his palate, his teeth.
Her kiss caught Robert completely unaware. No one, but no one had ever kissed him this way before. True he had seen people in the movies pretending to be passionate, but this was the real thing, and it stunned the youth for a moment.
She tried tugging his zipper open, but the teeth seemed to be caught. She needed the boy to do it, and as long as his mouth worked on her breasts, he would never be able to concentrate on opening his fly. Damn it all! She wanted him undressed, right here, in the game room, before his mother came to pick him up and before her son decided to come home for supper. She wanted herself lying flat out on the pool table with the boy's throbbing skinny cock pushing into her narrow cunt, giving her all that sought-after pleasure, but this time without any kind of pain. A skinny penis would be able to do that.
Robert, still new to all this, didn't quite understand what it was the woman was leading up to. He knew he lacked experience in all this, but heck! Anyone just starting out, first learning, just didn't start out experienced. The boy was trembling, and he found it no longer possible for him to bring himself under control. Wow! Sucking on the breasts of this beautiful older woman was something he had never dreamed possible, not in a million years. In fact, until now, it had never even occurred to him that he wanted to suck on a woman's breasts. He still didn't completely understand why he wanted to do it, but nevertheless, he did. Tasting those pink pellets was unbelievable. Gee! Her flesh was so different there than on the rest of her body. The nipples were so rubbery, whereas the rest of her breasts were so soft-fleshed, so yielding, yet so firm.
Robert wasn't used to kissing in this adult manner. He had to admit it was something to which he might get used to in a hurry, because there was no doubt that he enjoyed it. Her slim, slender wet tongue, pressing into his mouth, was heatedly arousing, especially when it gently played over his own mouth-even with just plain water. But he had come here to attend a scout meeting with a bunch of other guys, guys he didn't care about one way or the other, and as a result, hadn't bothered to gargle beforehand.
"Just think of all this as doing your good deed for the day," Ann told him.
Well, this was one good deed he was going to enjoy doing a lot more than any of the others. After all, the mere fact that he was doing something with Mrs. Corso made it a deed. As far as both of them were concerned, it was really good, so it had to be classified as a good deed. Actually, he wasn't that certain in his mind that he was doing that good, but boy, she was sure making him feel good. He had never tongue-kissed with anyone before, and when done with a woman who seemed to know what she was doing, it was a lot of fun. The pressure of her tongue against his was the ligthest, tremulous little tickle. But boy was it ever good!
Her hand continued to constantly rub his flaming little penis, and Ann decided it might be a good idea to slow down just a little. If she kept on doing this, she'd make that boy pop his load long before she was ready for him to do so. There wouldn't be time to get him worked up a second time. She had to save that first ejaculation for her own aching body. She needed that stiff, narrow erection, either probing into her vagina, or into her mouth. She hoped the boy would be able to stay under control long enough. There was no doubt in her mind he was an extremely sensuous young man, and given time he would learn how to handle everything correctly. But this being his first time, he might very easily ejaculate prematurely.
She was aware of his hands continuing to tweak her nipples. First his fingers pulled, then his palms massaged her full, rounded breasts. A light coating of perspiration blanketed her entire body, almost lubricating the boy's hands as he moved them over her mammarial swells. It soon dawned on her that some of the perspiration belonged to the boy, as well.
Ann seemed to be reading the young boy's mind, knowing what he was thinking before he thought it. He was starting to think of himself as a far more mature person, being more sophisticated for his age than other kids, more than he had ever believed himself to be. But there was still a lot of little boy in him. Though her nakedness filled his eyes and his mind, and though her body made him rigid with mounting young desire, the boy didn't like the idea of exposing himself to the woman. He suddenly began becoming nervous, his body tightening as he grabbed her hands, hands that once again tried tugging down his zipper.
"Now come on, Robert," she said to him in a soft tone of voice. "This can't be just a one-way thing. In order for both of us to enjoy everything to the fullest, we both have to get undressed. You want to look at me, and I want to look at you. Besides, once we get those pants of yours off, I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed of."
"Well, gee, I'm kind of enjoying things as they are right now," Robert murmured very shyly. "I mean, this is the first time that looking at a woman's breasts aroused me this way, but it sure won't be the last."
"I'm glad you like my breasts," she said, smiling at him. "But just as you enjoy fondling my breasts, I would like to be able to get my hands on that hot little poker sticking out between your thighs. I'm no less human than you, even if I am a little older."
"Hey, gosh, I mean, I donno...."
"Come on, Robert. You've already proven you're more of a man than many men old enough to be your father. Real men always take their pants off at a time like this."
Ann had the boy sit beside her on the edge of the pool table again. Before he understood what was happening, she had him lying back on the green baize table. She realized he was a strong boy for his age, but she was just as strong. He began struggling with her each time her hands went for his pants, and the pair of them began rolling around on the pool table.
"Robert," she finally gasped, "what's wrong? What's so awful about removing your pants?"
"I-I dunno!" the boy finally admitted, shrugging. "I mean, I haven't gotten undressed in front of my mother for almost four years now, and I feel funny doing it in front of you."
Good God! What a prudish young man! Why in heaven's name was he behaving this way? She didn't have that much time left. She had to think of something, and quick. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, Robert. I thought you were more adult than this. I guess you're just a kid, after all. Look, let's both get dress, go upstairs, and wait for your mom to come."
"You mean I can't play with your breasts anymore?" he asked. "I can't suck your nipples?"
"What's the point?" she asked. "All that is just the beginning. You have to go on from there. But if you don't want to...."
Hell! He was having the time of his life. He didn't want to stop sucking her breasts now. She kept telling him there was more. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was more. The only way to find out was to do as she said.
"Okay," he finally said, undoing his pants. "I'll do as you say."
"You won't change your mind?" she asked.
"No," he told her as fresh perspiration broke out all over him. "I won't change my mond. I'll do as you wish."
"Remember, this is just between the two of us," she cautioned. "You can't tell your mom or your pop or anyone."
"I know," he nodded. "I won't tell anyone."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" he affirmed.
CHAPTER FOUR
About to get out of his car, Mike Refizzo reached for his new Polaroid SX-70 camera, and suddenly realized he didn't have it with him. Son of a bitch! He had been showing it to the scouts at the meeting, and he had left it in the basement of the Corso home. Well, shit! He wasn't going to let it lie there and allow some creep to come in and grab it, claiming it belonged to him-the creep-in the first place.
Turning his station wagon around, Mike pulled up in front of the Corso residence. He noticed the front door was still open, but the storm door was shut. Shit! No need to bother anyone. He'd ring the bell, and when that luscious Mrs. Corso answered, he'd explain about his camera, hurry downstairs, get it, then hurry out again. Sheesh! She was a nice-looking cunt! She was probably the nicest-looking pussy of all the mother's of the pack. Too bad she always had such a sour puss. What she needed was to be straightened out with a good cock up her cunt. If only his own would stiffen. He pushed the doorbell a number of times, but failing to hear it ring, assumed it might not be working.
As he remembered from the last meeting they held here, there was a back way into the house. The front door, that is, the storm door, was locked. He walked around to the side, past the solarium, and to the rear where he found a back patio. The door was open, and when he entered the patio, he walked to the door leading to the house and tried it. It, too, was open. He was about to call out when he noticed how quiet it was. He heard no footsteps upstairs, which meant the woman wasn't in any of the bedrooms. Nor did he hear her in the kitchen. Hey, she was probably in the John. Why disturb her? Get the camera, then leave.
He found the door leading to the basement. His feet, covered with sneakers, made no noise going downstaris. At the bottom of the stairs he saw the large room straight ahead where he had left his camera, and bypassing the room with the half-closed door, not even noticing the light was on inside, he went and retrieved the camera. On his way to the stairs, he heard a groan, and that was when he noticed the light on in the room to his right-the room with the door only partly open. He peered in and his eyeballs almost popped out of his head. There was Ann Corso, naked to the waist, and one of his scouts, Robert Lander, dropping his own pants. They hit the floor with a thud because of his scout belt buckle, and the boy's five inch penis sprang out and pointed toward Ann Corso.
Mike stared, unable to believe this developing of his first erection in months. The dame was trying to get the kid, of all people, to fuck her. Why the hell hadn't she come to him, to Mike Refizzo? Hs would have been more than happy to oblige. Hell! He had more than that little kid, any day. Shit! His cock had to be at least twice as long, and certainly three times as thick. She was the one he had been waiting for.
"Well, now," Ann was saying, totally unaware of the presence of her unwelcome visitor. "For a twelve-year-old boy, you're built very impressively, I must say."
She say on the edge of the pool table again and offered Robert her hand. The boy hopped up beside her, now totally naked, and oddly enough, not feeling the least little bit embarrassed about it. He enjoyed the way the older woman stared at the hard, throbbing length of his penis, sticking up as it did from between his slightly parted thighs.
Ann was fascinated by the slender wand attached to the youth. It was just as well-shaped, but on a much smaller scale, as the monster that protruded from between her husband's thighs. She wasn't able to see the veins, and realized the boy's penis would have to thicken some more and the outer casing would have to stretch enough for the veins to become visible. The head was a sort of rosy pink, the same color as her nipples now, but one day, when the boy grew older, his glans would probably turn the same bottled purple as her husband's. She watched with a certain amount of enjoyment the way the hard little organ seemingly leaped from side to side each time it twitched. But she was glad to see Robert wasn't blushing or embarrassed in any way. The twitch in his youthful cock was from anxiety and not from being ashamed of what he had.
She saw some light strands of hair first starting to form on an otherwise bare pelvis. One day there would be a profusion of brown curls down there.
The boy's dangling balls were so much tinier than her husband's. Not only that, but at the moment they were totally hairless, and the scrotal skin was almost totally without wrinkles. He had what appeared to be two tiny marbles encased in a smooth leather sac. The scrotum, because of the arousal he was feeling, was already pulled up tightly into his young crotch.
Ann put an arm around the handsome young boy's shoulders, while her other hand rested on his thighs, not too far from his quivering phallus. Her breasts pressed into his arm, and he was aware of the heat emanating from them.
"That's not so bad, is it?" she asked, using the hand on his thighs to open his legs a bit more, giving her a better view of his tiny masculine pestle. "You have a very sturdy penis there. It's already large enough to make an adult woman happy. All you have to do is poke it into a woman's vagina. Would you like to try that?"
"Well, I don't know too much about these things,"
"All you have to do is lie on top of me, push it in, then move it in and out until you feel the most wonderful sensation you'll ever hope to feel. Believe me, there's nothing in the whole world like it. Wouldn't you like to try it now?"
"Gee, wouldn't it feel kind of funny in there?" he asked.
"More than four billion men in the entire history of the world don't seem to think so," she told him. "But if you don't want to try...."
"Hey, I didn't say I didn't want to try," the boy insisted.
J'Aha! Then you do want to try."
"Well, yeah, I suppose so," he nodded, not really knowing what else to say as he watched her fingers slide over and ever-so-gently touch it. The pressure of her tantalizing fingers made him quiver and gasp.
Wow! he thought silently. If her cunt feels half as good as her hand, I'm really gonna love all this.
Just thinking about it made him turn red, not with embarrassment, but with anxiety. His rigidly stiff cock suddenly became thicker and stiffer than ever. As her gentle hand continued lightly touching the pulsing penis, he began quivering as he realized he just might start spurting that stuff he had once shot into his covers while asleep one night. He had thought he'd wet his bed until he realized the stuff smelled and felt different. In fact, it had happened a few times.
Hell! One thing was sure, and that was, if he did shoot that stuff, he wouldn't be hard, and if he wasn't hard, he wasn't going to fit his cock into what she called her vagina, but what the kids in school would have called her cunt, her hot-box, her pussy, her snatch.
Ann's fingers began curling around the throbbing young penis, and its very shortness and skinniness gave her a feeling of security. It was hot, it was hard, it was throbbing with vibrant need, and it was definitely ready. It might have been slender, but it was no less solid than her husband's phallus, and this knowledge reassured her, for if she was able to suck on this one and not feel any strangulation, then she would be able to suck her husband's. Not only that, but if she managed to have another affair with this boy, and let him fuck her, she was certain the boy's penis would in no way hurt her vagina. Once she was able to take this one inside her, there ought not to be any problem with David's. Her hand clutched the penis even more tightly, and the boy had to strain himself to keep from shooting.
"Robert," she said to the boy. "Would you like to put your penis inside me as I've suggested?"
"Oh, wow!" was all the boy was able to say, jubilation clearly visible in his tone.
"There's only one thing," she said to the boy. "I want you to understand this has to be kept a deep secret between the two of us. As long as it remains a secret, you and I can do a lot of different things. But if you tell anyone, it'll all stop, and what's more, a lot of people who won't understand will see to it I might to to jail."
"I wouldn't tell anyone," Robert assured her, and he wouldn't. He didn't know anyone he wanted to tell, and even if he did, he was good at keeping secrets. "No one'll ever find out."
Care to make a bet on that? Mike Refizzo thought as he focused his SX-70, knowing the sound coming from the freezer's electric motor would cover the 'zzzz' his camera made each time he snapped a photo. The freezer was kept in the family playroom because there was no room for it anywhere else. It was a huge, thirty cubic foot affair, and when the motor ran, it made a lot of noise, as it was doing now.
Refizzo knew he would get some great shots of the kid and the woman fucking. They would never even know he was there.
Ann leaned against the handsome young boy, allowing the heat emanating from her upstanding breasts to surround the boy's arm, and then he turned his face to her, instinctively wanting to kiss her again, enjoying this grown-up way of kissing. Ann was aware of how fast the youth was learning.
Then their mouths came together, pressing solidly. Each kissed the other with violence, each using tongue as well as lips, each attempting to gain some kind of advantage over the other. There was no softness or gentleness in their kisses, and Ann sensed the overpowering savagery she had unleashed in the youth as his tongue swabbed through her mouth. His determination was almost enough to make Ann smile, but the arousal he was causing overshadowed that.
She pushed the boy backward so that he was lying on the table again, this time with his legs dangling over the side. There was no fight in Robert, aware now that whatever he did with Ann Corso, it would definitely be good. He fell back, but his arms grabbed her and he took her with him, sealing his lips firmly to hers, enjoying the pressure of her wonderful nakedness. His young head hit the green baize with a soft thump, and still his lips and tongue continued pulling on hers.
Ann pulled her lips from those of the over anxious boy for a moment, kissing her way down to his skinny throat, then to his chest. All the while he felt her spiky nipples pressing against his ribs, and then his belly.
Her mouth was pressing into his stomach, licking into the tempting little dimple that was his navel. It was such a tiny navel, and the tip of her tongue was barely able to probe into it.
Again she slid off the pool table, but keeping herself between the young boy's dangling thighs, capturing the upstanding skinny little phallus between the cushions of her swollen breasts, pressing them tightly together, creating friction. Robert immediately started shuddering and trembling, gasping as he felt her long, hard nipples push into his groin, rubbing the area where his thighs were seamed to his torso. Then the throbbing nipples moved the littlest bit lower, tantalizing the youth's young balls. This made Robert quiver and shudder even more. The boy humped his buttocks up and down against the smooth wooden lip of the pool table. He almost pulled away he was so overwhelmed with sensation, but at the last second decided to stay. No more running. No more behaving like some kind of immature kid. He was learning how adults enjoyed themselves, and he realized adults had it over kids when it came to really feeling the enjoyment. Yeah man! Older people sure knew how to have a good time!
Her loving forearms pressed the boy's inner thighs, spreading them that much wider apart, and then her hungering lips were gently kissing his pulsating stalk, making it twitch and shudder even more. Robert felt so overpowered, he wondered what was keeping him from shooting that stuff from his penis that had erupted when he had been asleep that night-that stuff with the smell of bleach.
Ann was more and more delighted with the small penis. Hell! It sure looked a lot like her husband's in every way save one-that one being the most important one. This was one penis that wouldn't tear at her vaginal membranes, nor would it strangle her if she took it into her mouth. The idea of sucking still didn't thrill her, but as Phyllis had said, if she was unable to please David one way, she had to learn another way, and so she would steel herself and learn this way.
The penis was standing stiffly up, cutting holes in the air, the eyes in the tip leaking oils that made it shine with a brilliant gloss. It quaked and quivered, almost as if begging to be taken into her mouth, and though she had never done this before, Ann was determined to go through with it, now.
Her jawline was presently rubbing against the pink point of his pulsating young penis. She felt the slick oil continually bubbling from the heated tip, smearing against her cheek. Her eyes looked straight ahead along the flat of his young belly and saw his face as the boy hoisted himself up on his elbows in order to watch what she was doing. His excitement was patently obvious, feeling the need to see as well as to feel. Yes, this was something she understood. Her husband had tried arousing her by taking her to see x-rated films once, and it had almost done the trick. Just watching had gotten her hot and bothered, but the trouble was, her husband had been forced to wait until they returned home before trying to fuck her, and by then the euphoria created by the sight of men fucking women had worn off. Had he tried fucking her while she had been watching it, her inner muscles might have relaxed just enough for her to once again handle that wonderful monster of cock.
Hell! This young, slender cock had to be fitted into her cunt. If it rubbed back and forth long enough in there, stimulating orgasm, she would finally get over her hand-up and her husband would be able to safely fuck her again. Hell! The man had waited long enough-twelve years. He was entitled to her cunt again. But just in case, just in case, she wanted to play it safe. If she was unable to go through with Dave fucking her, then she would have to suck him, and in order for her to have that kind of courage, she would have to learn to do it with Robert Lander, first. Just a few licks this time, to get her kind of used to it, maybe to lubricate it, and then she would have the boy sink it into the chasm between her thighs.
God! Her anguished cunt felt as if her inner walls were so tight, they were actually rubbing against each other. She was still a clamped vise in there, and it was possible the boy's cock might also have a tough time fitting in. Her tight pussy would just have to wait a little longer, that's all there was to it. He would fuck her-some day, but for the moment she decided she was better off fitting the penis between her lips and learning how to suck, though she presumed that once she got over any ill thought, the sucking would come very naturally.
"Having fun?" she asked, her breath blowing all over the youth's shuddering groin.
"Yeah, yeah," Robert admitted. "This is really terrific."
"Remember, say nothing to anyone, and you and I will be able to do this more often-that is, if you feel you'll want to do it after we've finished."
"You betcha," the boy nodded, heavily panting, feeling his hot, young cock tremble, thrilled as her breath began coming from between pursed lips, blowing all over his throbbing cock, as she psyched herself up to what she intended doing next.
"Except for my husband, you're going to be the only male to become familiar with me this way," she told the boy.
With an awful lot of Refizzo thrown in for good measure, Mike Refizzo thought to himself, standing in the dark basement hallway, just waiting for the action to get started so he'd be able to snap away. He had a whole roll of film in the camera, and it was sensitive enough to take pictures in the brightly-lit playroom without a flash.
Ann took a deep breath, pursed her lips into an 'O' and then slowly slid them over the oily head of the throbbing penis.
"Wow!" Robert gasped, his buttocks suddenly leaping up off the edge of the pool table, then slamming down again against the mahogany as Ann tightly surrounded his pulsating young cock with the cushions of her pressuring lips.
Without thinking, she slowly pushed her mouth down, pressing her tongue flatly against the underside, sliding it against the tube of urethra, and before she realized it, she had engulfed the entire young member. Before giving herself a chance to think, she sucked and began pulling her lips upward, and the boy gasped, "Oh, wow! Mrs. Corso, Ann, that's really terrific!"
That was when Refizzo took his first picture.
Robert was very close to shooting his load, and Ann knew it from the pulsations in the boy's cock. There was no way she was going to even try fitting this cock into her cunt, today. The instant he shoved it in there, he would fire one blast after another, and she would have achieved no satisfaction of her own. Better to learn cocksucking to its fullest, then.
The odd thing was, now that she opened her eyes and looked at the all-but-hairless groin, she realized she was enjoying what she was doing. She had felt the tip of his penis push into her gullet, but that was as far as it would reach. There was no way she was going to strangle herself on this penis, and the meaty flavor of it was enjoyable. It rubbed against the full length of her tongue, and with the head poking into her throat, something was being touched that set off sparklers inside her. The small, flexing head swelled even more, pressing against her palate.
She shivered as she began to feel wanton ansiety running through her. She hadn't felt something this good in twelve years. All those times with her husband-ever since the birth of her son-had been sheer terror. But unafraid at the moment, she felt aroused and thrilled as she had in the old days, when she and her husband had fucked wildly without thought to any consequences. That was why Chris had been born so soon. God! She was dying to be fucked! She felt the need shooting through her as surely as if the message had been typed out and handed to her on a piece of paper. Her vagina was wet, inwardly clenching and distending as it hadn't done for a dozen years, screaming, begging to be filled with a pulsating penis. It wanted to feel the cock push through its membranes, aching for the heady kind of satisfying orgasm she used to know-an orgasm without pain.
Ann felt lubricant dripping from her cunt, soaking her panties. In fact, so much of it was oozing out of her, it ran down her thighs. The smooth fabric of the nylon crotchband suddenly felt sandpapery against her turbulent reminine flesh. Her oversensitive, aching cunt-lips had the sensation of being rubbed with pumice. But even as her clitoris swelled and pulsated, she was aware of the youthful penis swelling in her mouth, letting her know how close to orgasm he was. As the penile head thickened a little, it pressured the sensitive area in her throat when she had the full length of male pipe inside, and that, combined with the pressure of the wet crotchband against her clitoris, caused her to feel tingles and make her aware how close she was to attaining her own satisfaction-a climax-something she hadn't felt in twelve years.
Her face forced itself to press all the more firmly into the youthful pubis, her nostrils inhaling the faint masculine scent of him, a scent that would become stronger with time, now. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, and her tongue reached out and snapped in his small testicles, as well. She trapped them with her lower lip, and instead of bobbing her head, began applying pressure on the cockhead with her gullet, squeezing, crushing, sucking, while her lips and tongue ran over the penile base and the scrotal sac. He was going to shoot, and she knew her own climax would coincide with that of the boy. All she had to do was keep her mouth tightly locked to his organ, swallowing his seed. If she was able to do this with Robert, surely she would be able to do it with her own husband.
"Hhuunn yyuuunnnggg hhaa hhaa hhaahh!" the boy gasped, suddenly frightened of what was going to happen. He had come a few times in wet dreams, unable to understand what had caused it to happen, and now he realized the same thing was going to happen again, only this time it wouldn't be a mere eruption. This time it would be with a strong inner feeling the likes of which he had never previously known.
What was more, his penis was lodged in Mrs. Corso's mouth, and that funny-smelling fluid was going to shoot into her throat if she didn't watch out. Jesus! This was really something, though. The interior was so wet, so warm, so wonderful, the craziest sensations were shooting insanely through him. Still, it wasn't nice to have any kind of stuff from his cock going into her mouth. That was all wrong. Somehow he had to pull out.
Jesus! he thought, struggling. I can't get out. I'm going to shoot the whole thing down her throat whether I like it or not. Never one to fight fate, Robert decided he might just as well enjoy it to the utmost.
He had tried his hardest to pull back and had even wound his fingers into her hair with the intent of yanking her face away. But her hands were tightly gripping his asscheeks, and she was cramming the full length of his genitalia into her sucking mouth, her head moving from side to side in rapid herks, creating the same kind of friction she had caused when bobbing up and down, only the head of his cock remained lodged at the opening to her throat, rubbing against that ultra-sensitive area back there in her gullet, and as a result, she felt her orgasm climbing higher inside her. Her jaws pulled hard as her tongue sucked his small balls a little deeper into her mouth.
It was too much for Ann. The orgasm that had been lurking in her for twelve years finally made itself felt, and she pushed her face into his groin and gagged out, "GGGGHHHH LLMMPPHH PPHHUUNN NNGG-HH WWWWAAMMPP CCUUMMMM RRRRGG-HH!"
She came as if there were no tomorrow, unable to control herself, sparks blasting through her, sensations firing into her. She was moving totally out of control. She sucked even harder.
Robert knew he was no longer able to control himself. The seed was bubbling furiously inside him, and there was nowhere else for it to go but up and out.
AAAAIIIIEE YYAAEEGG HHHHAAGG NNNN-GGGG UUUUWW HHHHAAAA NNNNGGGGPP IIEEYYAA GGAAGGHH!" the boy shrieked, slamming his crotch even harder into Anne's beautiful face, his weight remaining on his elbows which he had pressed into the green top of the pool table as he howled with his mouth pointed at the ceiling. He thrashed and trembled, his thighs wide apart, his feet kicking back and forth because they were unable to touch the floor. He pumped heavy spurts of fluid from his prostate into her mouth. The boy had no idea where it was all stored. Hell! It felt as if he were unloading the Croton Reservoir into her throat. He jerked and twitched as if undergoing some kind of epilptic fit.
As she sucked, Ann screwed her face up, at first finding the flavor of sperm distasteful, but then, with the passing seconds, slowly accustoming herself to it, until, like caviar, it began tasting better and better until it actually tasted good, and she pursed her lips around the head of his penis in order to pull out any last drops.
Finally it was over. Ann sucked a few more times to make sure there were no last drops, and then she let the totally shrunken penis slip from her mouth.
She helped Robert get dressed, putting on her own brassiere and blouse, and she went with him to the kitchen where she poured him a glass of milk to revitalize himself. At the same time, she tossed off a glass of tomato juice, herself.
They heard the knock at the storm door, and Ann walked over to it and opened it, letting Robert's mother in. The woman apologized for leaving her son so long, but Ann assured her Robert was a pleasure to have around, so quiet one would hardly know he was there. When Robert and his mother finally left, Ann sank into an overstuffed chair in the living room, closing her eyes, deciding she needed rest.
CHAPTER FIVE
A sound made her open her eyes. Standing in front of her in her living room, still in his scout uniform, was Mike Refizzo. For a moment it all seemed like some kind of horrible dream. What would Mr. Refizzo be doing in her home now? But as the lethargy slowly began wearing off, she realized the man was really there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, watching the man sit on the piano bench across from her chair.
"I forgot my camera," he told her, holding up the camera. "I came back for it about twenty minutes ago.
"Twenty minutes ago?" she asked, her heart freezing.
"Twenty minutes ago," he echoed.
"Why were you here so long?"
"The camera was where I left it ... downstairs."
"You mean . ... "
"Yes, Mrs. Corso, I witnessed that little bit of fun you had with Robert Lander. Not only that, but I took some interesting pictures with my camera."
"My God!" Ann gasped, watching the way the man caressed the leather carrying case in which he kept the camera. He ran his fingers up and down the shoulder strap.
"I took about eight photos," he told her, smiling. "I would have taken more, but I didn't have any more film. Now, suppose you and I negotiate for these photos."
"How much?" she asked.
"No money," he snapped. "I don't want money."
"Well, just what is it you do want?"
"I have a problem," he told her. "I think you can help me with it."
"What kind of problem?"
"Temporary impotence," he replied. "I still can't figure out how it all came about, but it began when I found myself going after prostitutes. You see, I wasn't getting enough action with the really decent broads, and being a bachelor, I figured there was nothing wrong with me going out and paying for it. The trouble is, I soon discovered I wasn't able to keep it up. I must've tried well over a dozen different broads, and with each one it was worse than with the one before. At the end I wasn't even able to get hard, no matter what she did. But this afternoon, when I watched what you were doing with that kid, I got hard, really hard.
What was more, I stayed hard through the entire performance. In fact, once you and the boy went up here, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off to relieve the tension. The sight of those tits of yours, and the way your mouth sucked on that kid's cock really got to me."
"No!" Ann gasped. "I know what you're leading to, and the answer's no, I won't do it!"
"Shut up and listen!" he snapped. "You'll do it because what I'm asking is little enough. I'm not gonna waste time returning these pictures one at a time. I'm gonna give 'em all back to you-after."
"After what?"
"First, I want you comin' to my house some time during the week. I get outta work at five. You figure out how you're gonna do it. I don't care. There, you and me, we're gonna ball. You see, I gotta be sure I can not only get it up and keep it up, but I can keep it stiff until I pop my load in a woman. If I can do it with you, then the odds are I can do it with almost any other woman-any woman except a whore."
"Then you'll give me the pictures?" she asked.
"It ain't quite that easy," he told her. "To make sure, you 're gonna be the third mother who comes along on the camping trip this upcoming weekend."
"But my husband has plans...."
"Tough! I want you coming with me this weekend! You do that, and you do whatever I say on the weekend, and when we get back on Sunday evening, I'll give you all the pictures-all of them. Polaroid pictures don't have decent negatives, so you got nothing to worry about as far as my making new sets of pictures. Now I really ain't asking much. I want you at my house sometime during the week only once. After that, you come on the camping trip. On the trip, you do everything I say, and then I give you back the pictures and you never have to worry about me saying anything, either."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?" Ann asked.
"Because I'm a Refizzo, and a Refizzo always keeps his word-always!"
"I think you should know, I've never done anything like that before," she told him. "It was my first time."
"First time, hundredth time, I really don't give a damn," Mike shrugged. "You just make sure you're at my house by say, five-fifteen any day this week. I ain't gonna add any extra times, because I don't dig using the same cunt more'n once or twice, maybe three times maximum. So you get your ass over to my place, and we'll work it out from there."
"And if I don't?"
"Come on, Mrs. Corso. I ain't even gonna talk about the ifs. We both know what'll happen if you don't. You just be there. I'll be waiting for you. Now I have to go. Be seeing you."
She watched him stand and walk out the front door, and terror filled her. She didn't know what to do at this point.
CHAPTER SIX
Mike Refizzo had left Ann no choice. It was either fuck in the literal sense, or be fucked in the figurative one. David was a jealous man He had been faithful to her all these years in spite of her not being able to satisfy him, and she knew if he ever found out what she had done with the boy scout, he would divorce her and never forgive her. There would be no alimony, though there would be child-support, but it still wouldn't keep her from starving. She would have to go through with it. But first, she owed something to her husband.
That night, Saturday night. David took her to a movie, always holding her hand, always making her feel comfortable with the way he ran his thumb over the back of her hand. Ann always felt good being with him.
David wasn't what might be termed a handsome man. He had a pleasant face, balding a little, a slightly pale complexion, but that was from working indoors all the time. The man was a commercial artist. There weren't too many of those in Maine, so the ones that were there, made nice money. He was slender, though he did have the littlest bit of a pot belly. He wore glasses when working, but he didn't need them when driving or watching the movie.
They had a snack at a coffee shop, afterward, and then went home. Usually, this was the most frustrating time of all for the man. This was when he wanted to fuck his wife. This was when she always demurred. It had come to the point where in the past couple of years, he had all but stopped trying.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Ann was already in bed, but this time things seemed different. This time she was wearing fresh lipstick, but that was all she was wearing. She was totally naked, and the covers were pulled back. Just looking at her, he felt his penis begin to fill with blood. It was a large one, larger than the average, and certainly thicker. But Ann was determined the time had come for her to stop being afraid. For the past week she had been practicing with a new diaphragm a doctor had fitted inside her. She was able to slip it in adeptly, and just as easily slip it out when the time came. No fumbling, and she was positive it was in place, covering her cervical opening. The knowledge that pregnancy was all but impossible definitely eased the tension in her and gave her the strength to be the aggressor, which took her husband totally by surprise.
He was standing on his side of their wide bed, but before he was able to say anything, Ann had reached up and yanked him down beside her. Her supple body curled intimately against his, the full ripeness of her ruby lips suddenly grazing his stubbly chin. Not expecting any action from his wife, David hadn't bothered shaving. Then her hand was wandering across his chest inside the fold of his robe, touching his skin, making him gasp.
"Ann...." he said in total surpsise, feeling almost awkward as his voice cracked with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and wild excitement. The shame he was feeling was that he had somehow or other not been able to anticipate her. The embarrassment was in that he had not responded rapidly to her, and as far as the excitement went, well, there was no one in the entire world more exciting than his wife. The main reason why he hadn't even considered a divorce was, he would rather be frustrated by the most exciting woman in the world, than satisfied by anything, or anyone, less. Even her hand-jobs were more satisfying than the idea of shoving his dipstick into some other crankcase. She was still the single most exciting female he had ever known, and that first year they had spent together had been the wildest most wonderful time of their lives.
Any further words caught in his throat as Ann's hand aggressively groped downward, feeling the twitching flesh of his almost hairless thighs. She deftly yanked on the sash to his dressing gown, tugging it open, exposing the growing erection of a penis already becoming more alert with every passing moment.
She dropped lithely to her knees, and beneath lids she had colored with sensuous purple eye shadow, her lovely dark eyes were alive with anxious arousal, eager and intent to wipe away the horrid memories of a dozen years. She stared hungrily at the palpitating length of the penis, aroused, knowing it was enlarging because of her.
As she sat there on the bed before the man who was her husband, her moist, carmine lips poised mere inches from the glistening rod of continually swelling and hardening male flesh, David suddenly felt as if the entire sky had opened up for him and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was singing Handel's Hallelujah. This was all happening so quickly, he had no time to think, to adjust, to realize that it was possible the old Ann had returned. Was it really possible that after all this time his wife had snapped out of her fear, and she was once again that wonderful animal who would be content with nothing less than cramming his cock into her cunt?
Ann's slender hand reached forward and began to rhythmically squeeze around the throbbing base of the swollen, blood-filled penis, grasping its hard firmness, tugging lasciviously at the blue-veined shaft, sending flames of raw pleasure rippling through his loins. The interior of his cock felt scorched beyond belief.
Lying on the bed, sprawled against the three pillows he usually used to support his head, David watched this alluring woman who was his wife sparkle with the vivacity he remembered she used to have. His eyes were glazed with passion. Her hair had fallen out of its upsweep and now floated lightly around her cheeks in an almost shadowy cascade that made her white flesh and ruby lips stand out. Those rich, red lips floated over the head of his cock like a puff of red milkweed.
This was more than he had ever expected. His wife had never, even when at her most passionate, considered going down on him. If he didn't know better, he might think this woman was her twin, except that Ann didn't have a twin. His brain was unable to accept the intoxicating message his burning flesh was trying to communicate to him. This stunning woman, this woman who, for a dozen years had been terrified of sex and the pain that might follow because of what she had endure while giving birth, had suddenly done a complete about-face. Her long white fingers were tightly wrapped around his phallic prod, clinging to the penis as if out of desperation.
"Now," she whispered to him, "let me make up for all those terrible years, darling," she crooned, her face flushed with lust, her eyes widening in greedy anticipation as she eyed the head of his cock as a snake might eye a bird.
Even Ann didn't know what had taken possession of her. What she had done with Robert had awakened all the old signals in her body, and having sampled some of what orgasm was about, her body craved more, much more. Her mind knew she would not become pregnant again, barring something totally unforeseen, and this, coupled with the knowledge of what it was like to suck a cock, to enjoy and savor the penis, to drink the white fluid emitted from it, made her salivate and burn with desire for more. Once again she was becoming attuned to her husband's cock, and the fear that she might lose it after becoming involved with Mike Refizzo made her lust after it that much more.
David stared at his wife as maddening bolts of fiercely untamed excitement continued coursing through his body wildly traveling madly up and down his spine. His tormented penis began leaping and throbbing in the warm embrace of his wife's hand, his brajn trying to sort out what might have wrought this change in her.
He was smart enough to know Ann wasn't the kind of woman to simply change for no reason whatsoever. Something had happened. Yet David was also smart enough not to question his good luck. He loved his wife even more dearly than Ann imagined. Had she known how strong his love for her was, she would have told Refizzo to drop dead, because under no circumstance would he divorce her. He had fallen in love with her the first time he had seen her, and though he loved the fact that she had remained faithful to him, at least so he believed, he would not have been able to make himself love her any the less for being unfaithful.
He was excited beyond belief, and the very intensity of his excitement frightened him and made the gravity of what was about to take place that much more strong in his mind. He looked closely at his wife's face and noticed the dark rings under her eyes had lightened somewhat. At first he had thought she had put on make-up to hide the circles, but now he realized that aside from the lipstick and eyeshadow, she wore no make-up, no pancake. His Ann, his darling, his wonderful wife had somehow lost her fear of him. She wanted him again.
As a result, even if he did have some questions, he forgot them. He was too anxious to enjoy her.
In one split second she seemed to have cast aside the inhibitions of a dozen years. She was a beautiful woman who was all but kneeling before him and begging him to make love to her. Even if he hadn't been her husband he would have been powerless to refuse her. David Corso was totally trapped by the lust that was rising inside him.
Ann realized he was responding to her desires. He was responding even better than she had hoped. Though she had known, deep-down, that he still loved her, she had not imagined his love was this strong.
Turning, she lay on her back on the huge bed, holding her arms out to him. Her fingers beckoned.
"God! You're beautiful!" David gasped, staring down at her.
He leaned over her and pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her as he used to, feeling her respond as he had hoped she would. Ann curled into her husband's arms, feeling one of his legs fall between her spread-apart thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft, even more than David had remembered. Her body had glued itself to his as if it belonged there, the way she always used to do. As he burned his lips against hers, she moved her soft thighs against his hard loins, and his cock throbbed out its message of desire to her.
Ann felt the seminal oil seeping stickily from the tiny slit in the hardening tip as it smeared itself against the inside of her thigh. She ran her hands over his body the way she used to, all the tricks coming back to her, all the old wonderful feeling inundating her and making her feel alive again. She massaged him with a practiced thoroughness she hadn't realized she still possessed, until David thought the head would blow right off the top of his cock.
The penis was jerking now, and David was afraid he might prematurely ejaculate he was so aroused. Sensation seemed to reach down into his testicles and make them leap in their container.
He thrust his tongue deep into his wife's mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with the edges of her teeth, causing chills to run the length of his spine as they had done so many years before. Pulling his head away to escape the teasing sensation, he placed his cheek against hers, his nostrils in her hair, wondering for the moment just what had caused this about-face in his wife. Had he known, he would have advocated she do it twelve years earlier, if only to have kept their love-life up to the par they had enjoyed so long ago-a par toward which it seemed to be rising again.
He rolled on top of her, stretching himself over her, and she felt his throbbing penis beat against her belly.
"I want it!" she told him. "This time I know, big and thick as it is, it's going to feel good inside me, twisting around deep in my vagina. I want you to fuck me, darling. It's been so long since I've been able to feel such desire. Fulfill it!"
Inflamed all the more by the fact that his wife was using lewd language, David reached between them, caressing her flat belly for a moment, and then rolled off her so he was able to insinuate his hand between her thighs. He was almost astonished at the fact that his wife's thighs seemingly fell apart of their own free will instead of scrunching together as they had done for so long. His fingers wound themselves in the satin-softness of her tantalizing pubic curls. It was when he tried pressing his middle finger into her hot cunt that her body reacted, suddenly jerking away. But this time it was a spasmodic jerk, not a protesting twitch, only because the contact of his probing finger had not quite been expected. Shivers of warm, rippling sensation charged through the nerve-endings of her naked flesh.
He ran his hands reverentially over the high-domed mounds of her swollen breasts, two white mountains with pinkish-tan caps, and then his hand ran down across the flat of her belly, finally moving once again to the firmness of her pillarly thighs. His fingers, like spider's legs, began wandering up and down the length of her quivering body, but his hands shook with so much desire, his fingertips touched her only intermittently, and as a result, made her tingle that much more. His own passion was intensified as he watched the response his hands evoked from the magnificent brunette's quaking body. She looked more beautiful than ever, lying there naked-so totally exposed and wantonly delightful-so fabulous. She opened her eyes and looked up at him for a moment, their dark-brown color made to look even smokier because of the veil of mounting passion continually coursing through her shuddering torso.
Ann found herself drifting into a world of deep, soft pleasure, a world she had known a long time ago-a world she had foolishly allowed to get away from her. There was no lover in the world as good as her husband-though to date the only other penis she had known was that of Robert Lander, and even there, she had done all the work, oral work at that. For the moment there was no conscious thought filling her mind. All that really mattered was the series of tiny flames that licked through her quivering body. Magnificent sensation flicked between her outer labia, making the pouting lips puff out even more. Sizzling fire seemed to blast from the tips of her nipples, nipples that were hard pebbles. Then the feeling seemed to shoot back down to her vagina where it roared around inside her like molten metal in a blast furnace.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I've been waiting for these feelings for so long, now, so long. Make me feel good all over, David."
The hungering man pressed his lips firmly to those of his wife, and he instantly felt the hot, wet pressure of her tongue spearing into the warm oven of his mouth in her automatic quest for even hotter, wetter, stronger contact with this man who was so deliciously torturing her questing body.
All the while, David's hands continued wandering over her supple flesh, flesh that yielded willingly to him, then ran his fingers back to her spread-apart and willing thighs. This time there was no jerking back, no retreat, but rather they opened voluntarily to admit her husband's probing digits to the very core of her being. He instantly felt the warm center of her inner loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
"Ohhhh ... yesss...." she sighed out loud, mewling continuously into his kissing mouth as her tongue pushed between the barriers of his teeth, moving into his own mouth, seeking his own tongue as it circled against his gums, almost as if trying to find some other entrance into his mouth.
Her continuing passion spurred David's to greater heights. He still found it hard to believe that his wife, who had been so frigid all this time, had suddenly done a complete turn-around. Even her frigidity had taken years to attain, a little at a time starting from right after their son's birth. But this reversal had occurred in what seemed an instant. She was writhing beneath him, his slave.
He was unable to stand this another moment. He had to do something other than merely toy with her. He slithered on top of her again, feeling the soft warmth of his wife's tantalizing body as he covered her like a protective blanket. He was aware of her quivering out of control beneath him, but the quivering was due to desire, not fear. Reaching down with both hands, he drew her unresisting thighs up along the sides of his hips until the entire wetly throbbing orifice that was her sodden vaginal slash was presented to his hovering body in wlecome sacrifice. For a long, tortured moment he held her legs in place, then reached down and placed the head of his waiting penile probe against the tiny orifice. Taking a deep breath, he was about to plunge into her, seeing the excited avariciousness in her eyes, but at the last second held back. He remembered how beautiful her lips had looked floating above the head of his'pulsing cock, almost ready to start sucking, and he wondered if it was possible that she might do just that. Much as he wanted to plow the fertile ground that was her cunt, he ached to find out just how far he was able to go with Ann now that she had suddenly come around to his way of thinking again. Should he? Did he dare? No, not yet. Right now, settle for the cunt.
Staring at her with love in his eyes, he said to her, "You put it in, Ann. I've been waiting for this for a long time, now."
His breath came rushing out of him, washing all over her as he felt her delicate hand burrowing between their bodies without the least little bit of hesitation. Her long, slender fingers warmly wound themselves around the thick pylon of flesh. She remained perfectly still for a long moment, but in that moment he felt her thumb press against the underside of his glans, massaging the little webbed area where the helmet joined the barrel of the penis. Her forefinger was a ring around his corona, twisting and turning, massaging and tantalizing. He gasped, his lips peeled back over his teeth as she pushed the weighty penis slowly between the sucking lips of her vulva. He was fully aware of the soft, curly pubic hair gently tuckling the heated length as it hung poised for entry, ready to once again drive into the tempting concavity where it belonged. The hot, smoothness of her vulva was excruciating, and it was all he was able to do to hold himself back from lunging forward and sinking the entire length of his heavily throbbing organ into her with a flesh-splitting drive. Remembering how much agony she had undergone all these years, he knew that simply powering himself into her might het her to tighten up all over again. So he waited!
He waited because he instinceively sensed that if he waited long enough, her need for his cock would become so great, she would be internally soaked and wetted down. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination, he continued to wait a little longer. Once again her soul had come into his possession, and he didn't want to lose it by abusing her body. She was totally at the mercy of his desire for the moment. So he waited, holding back the fateful plunge that would once again fuse the two of them together in a mighty, pulsating mass of human flesh. He was making her realize how totally she needed him; as much as he needed her. Then and only them would they once again be bound together as a man and wife ought to be.
Ann lay groaning, making tiny unintelligible little gasps, letting the sounds seep from between her passion-clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam coming from a laboring locomotive. Ann's body ached with desire and she was aware of her husband hovering over her. Her loins were widely spread, wet, waiting, aching for him to pierce her with his flesh-spear. Hadn't she, herself, positioned the head of that spear against her vagina an eon ago? She was a changed person and she needed his cock. How she wished he would hurry. She hungered, and she continued hungering.
The hunger was in the deepest part of her quivering self, in the womb that was tightly contracting. Her belly had become a ravenous animal demanding to be fed. God! God! God! She needed to be filled with cock, to be bloated with his semen.
Almost too late the man pushed himself into what was a push-up position over his beautiful wife as her body continued to slowly undulate and lure him onward. He looked down at her stunning face, her lipstick smeared with his kisses, her face contorted with an indescribably rapture, her lips pursed into a wet oval with tiny groans of pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of her tongue as it moistly circled the outside of her mouth. He stared down between their bodies for a moment, seeing his giant throbbing hardness pressed into the wet, silken pink folds of her wide-open and waiting cunt. Damn it all to hell! What was the matter with him? This was what he had been waiting for. Why didn't he just go ahead and sink himself right into her? The soft silkiness of her pubic hair surrounded the throbbing head of his penile stump, creating a lust-inciting picture, and his cock throbbed that much harder against her velvety lips.
"Oooohhh ooohhh ... yesssss ... nowww...." she said, feeling the salacious contact that much more strongly.
He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her, but still something inside him refused to allow him to simply plunge into her this way. She had made him wait such a long time, he had to find a way of prolonging all this; of making it last longer and feel better. He strained with all the strength in him against the all-consuming power to simply ram forward at that very moment and simply impale her, like a vampire on a stake. But he wanted to make sure, and more, he wanted her so fired up, that when the time came, he would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that all she would get from this was pure, unadulterated pleasure. At the same time he wanted to make up for all those lost years-years that were irretrievable. He wanted her, but he wanted Ann in every sense of the word, with nothing held back. Tomorrow she might revert to her former self again, so tonight, while she was willing, he wanted as much from her as he was capable of getting.
Staring down at the firmness of her full, upstanding breasts, noting the way the nipples pointed upward rather than loll to either side, he was aware of the way they shuddered with each breath she took, with each soulful gasp that came from the depths of her throat. Her tannish-pink nipples excited and aroused him, distracting him too, and he felt that though he had fondled them from time to time, and he had sucked them, he had never given them the full attention they desreved. After all, it was her breasts that had created the desire in him to want to fuck her-after seeing her beautiful face, naturally. If her cunt received the attention of his cock, why shouldn't her breasts? Why shouldn't her face? Yes, yes, first the breasts, then the face. He would fuck every sexually alluring part of her tonight.
Slithering across her body, moving higher, keeping his weight on his knees, the depravity-minded husband straddled her upper torso, one leg on either side of her ribs, and he gently pushed his swollen cock in the narrow cleft between her breasts, feeling the warmth of her mammarial flesh as they enclosed the organ.
David's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the resilient softness between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of white that protruded between his fingers. With overpowering lust and wanton desire he continued kneading her flesh, pulling her breasts, stretching the flesh, watching the softness ooze through his fingers like foam-rubber, soft, yet springing back, returning to their voluptuous shape the moment the pressure was taken off them.
He pressed them firmly together until they met across her body, forming a soft, silken tunnel of flesh in which his penis was now sensuously trapped. He pressed them firmly so that her nipples seemingly rolled together, meeting and rubbing like match heads, creating sensation for her as he began a gentle, rocking motion, thrusting the whole of his rigid phallus through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white mounds. As he pushed, the huge, bulbous head of his pulsating penis appeared at the far end of the warm, soft, loving tunnel, touching the underside of her chin, leaving a tiny dot of moisture each time it pressed there until the entire area looked shiny, almost lit up.
David maintained the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for some time, feeling his penis continuing to swell, growing, expanding until he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of sperm long before he was ready. He stopped, forcing himself and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing breasts so warmly surrounding his long, hot, thick, aching probe of fleshy cock. He tweaked the nipples between his fingers, rubbing them one against the other, then massaging them against the top of his cock, one against the other, watching with a lascivious grin as they jerked and twitched into even harder stiffness than he had ever seen them before. At the same time he studied her face to see his wife's reaction.
David was astounded, for his wife looked more wanton now than she had ever looked prior to the birth of their son. She looked like a woman in need of a fix, and the only needle capable of delivering that fix was his cock.
Her eyes were half-open, gazing inseeing for the moment at the ceiling, a thin, smoky veil of delight causing her pupils to dilate until they all but obscured the brown irises. Her hips and buttocks were out of control, thrashing insanely on the bed behind him, her limber, white legs kicking out and drawing up again to kick once more at some invisible force, spreading in order to wait for her cunt to be filled. She was out of control, insane with lust, the pent-up need of a dozen years taking possession of her, and David knew now that she would do anything, anything at all, and his eyes glittered. She would accept whatever he wanted to do to her, a prisoner of her body's needs, for she had once known what it was like to be fucked-and to enjoy that fuck-and for too long she had abstained. Her body was now clamoring to be satisfied. The fire raging in her vagina had to be brought under control.
But first, her mouth. He had given her breasts the attention of his cock, and now he had to give it to her mouth.
His eyes locked themselves on the fullness of her sensuous lips, moving with desire, saying nothing, yet begging for something. They were wet and gleaming, the lipstick already smeared as she lay beneath him, suffering with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his lust-stiffened cock between those wonderful lips-to feel what it was like to have her suck on it. She had never done it before. Perhaps now! He shuddered as the mere thought of that wonderful, wet cavern closing around his penis caused it to jerk and almost spurt out the fluid filling his prostate, thereby prematurely ending all this.
The man moved higher, his knees now resting on either side of her neck, his long penis throbbing and jerking directly over his wife's face, presenting her blazed eyes with a view of the pulsating ridge on the underside of his throbbing organ. His sperm-bloated balls lay gently against her lubricant-moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the full, rounded mounds of her breasts yield to the weight of his flat buttocks. He simply sat there unmoving, keeping his weight more on his knees than on her breasts, giving the lovely dark-haired woman time to adjust to his position. He wanted her to take it all in, to understand what he wanted; needed; not knowing whether or not she was really so aflame she would acquiesce to this desire of his. So far she seemed mad with desire, and it seemed as if he would be able to debase her, though debasement wasn't really what he had in mind. He didn't consider it debasing for her to suck his cock. She wasn't showing off her inferiority to him by doing it. Rather she was merely proving how much more she loved him, for a woman had to love a man to do something like that, unless she was a prostitute, and then she was being paid to do it.
Reaching down, he placed both hands behind his wife's head and lifted it, bending her neck toward him so her mouth was poised directly in front of the throbbing head of his penile plunger. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks sliding across her upstanding nipples until the tip of his anxious purple-topped phallus was pushing between Ann's slightly parted lips. Would she do it?
Yes! Yes, yes, she was doing it! He groaned as he felt the soft, lipsticked surfaces brush ever so tenderly across the sensitive skin of his swollen cock-head. He had no idea just why he had to see his wife suck his cock. After a dozen years of near-abstinence, he ought to have been overjoyed to simply fuck her and have her welcome his cock into her cunt. But that wasn't good enough. Was it the fact that she had put on that thick red lipstick, and his kissing had smeared it over her mouth, making her look like a slut? Did this create an air of debauchery in her that he had never previously seen? David didn't know for sure. All he did know was, he wanted her to suck his cock, and she was doing it.
Her total acceptance of whatever he wanted made his heart leap with a gladness he had never known before. He stared, watching with unbelieving delight as the tight, rounded oval that was her lips closed so firmly around the thickness of his cock, the pressure was almost painful. As he pushed his penis deeper, her compressing lips made him feel as if the skin sheathing his cock was being stretched. All this seemed beyond his wildest dreams.
She started using her tongue, moving slowly at first, and he felt it licking around and around the thick head, and this caused the weighty cock to jerk in her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly around his organ in an elastic ring, driving him wilder and wilder with the insistent pressure he was feeling.
With pained intensity he felt the ring of her lips slowly moving down the length of his shuddering penis as she took as much of his thickness into her mouth as she was able, her cheeks stretched to their limit along with her lips. Her oral cave surrounded his corona and three-quarters of the length of his cock with a pool of wet, warm saliva as the tender flesh of her tongue played on the underside. It was obvious from the inexperienced way she did all this how new she was to this, and David was positive this was her first attempt at it, never aware of what had taken place between Robert Lander and his wife. He pressed his hands on either side of her bloated cheeks, forcing them to hollow, pushing them more and more inward and making the inner flesh caress his penile pole until all he felt was excruciating pleasure.
His beautiful black-haired wife proceeded to suck strongly on his throbbing cock, using the same moist nibbling pressure she had applied to Robert Lander's cock, earlier. It was more difficult with her husband because of his fantastic thickness, but she managed, making her tongue lick and curl around the throbbing pole again and again as her lips slid back and forth. With each forward movement she tried taking the thick penile head into her gullet. It was much broader than that of the boy scout, and she had difficulty. She sucked as if she had done this a million times before now, gaining more and more experience with every bob of her head, and her lips crushed all the more firmly around the pulsating phallus. The idea of coming in her mouth tickled his fancy, but if he did, he knew he would never have enough strength left over to get it up for her cunt, and he wanted to fuck her so she would also receive pleasure. David was considerate of her in that respect. His wife had to achieve satisfaction whenever possible. So he reluctantly withdrew the cock from between her lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ann stared at her husband with curiosity all over her face.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"Because I think it's time to fuck you," he told her. "That is, if you still want my cock inside you."
"I know I'm tight down there," she told him, "but even if it hurts, do it, David. Do it, because the only way you and I can really love each other is if we fuck again, and give one another the full extent of our physical as well as our emotional love."
The husband wasted no time, but slid back, coming to rest between her thighs, feeling his penile head beat against the apex. She didn't wait for him, this time. The connection had to be completed, and she reached down, grabbed the shank, and shoved the head into her cunt with a hard-driving thrust.
She was tight, all right, as tight as ever. But this time she was determined to bear it, and looking at her husband, she said, "Hard and fast, David. All the way into me-hard and fast!"
He paused for a moment, cocked his hips to gain leverage, then with one long, smooth stroke, he pushed, feeling sweet resistance all the way, until he was finally butting his penis against her vaginal back-wall, and her cuntal lips were tightly kissing the stem of his cock and trying to suck in his balls, as well. God! The pressure was so instnse, he almost came then and there.
"Oooooohhhhhnnn!" she moaned beneath him, feeling pain, but such a sweet pain. Her entire insides flowered open, yet clenched the probing penis tight. It was agony and rapture combined, but Ann closed her mind to the pain, concentrating on the ecstasy, instead. Her walls clenched tightly to her husband's cock as he began fucking solidly into her, ramming into her with the maddened desire of years. In spite of the sensation of being inwardly stretched, and in spite of the pain she felt, the beautiful Ann moved in wildly abandoned jerks beneath her husband. The harder he drove into her, the harder she responded, and little by little she relaxed the tight muscles inside her, and as a result, the feeling of pain lesseneed until, little by little, it disappeared altogether.
"Ohhhnnnhhh!" she groaned. "So good ... so good ... after all this time, better than ever ... yesssss ... do it ... do it ... do it...." she groaned her voice almost strangled, but there was no more anguish, only pleasure. At long last the wicked spell that had been cast was broken and she was able to feel the thrill of fucking again. Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft, fullness of her white breasts, her nipples gouging holes in his chest.
David continued plunging the long, hard, blood-bloated phallus deeper and deeper, sinking it into the hot cavern of her seething cunt, feeling all of her hot belly gladly welcome him inside, yet clenching the penis like a fist, tugging on it. He nailed himself into her with an onslaught of lust the like of which he had never felt before, but then any man unable to get a decent fuck from his wife for this period of time was entitled to power into her the way David was doing now. Ann felt as if she had never really been fucked in her life.
Her body twisted and jerked uncontrollably, she moaned again and again, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly, and her nostrils flared like those of an untamed animal as desire took total control of her body, making her writhe as if she were undergoing some kind of epileptic fit. Her forehead broke out in a light coat of sweat. Fulfillment would shortly be hers, because Ann knew her husband was capable of holding his orgasm back just long enough for her to achieve her own satisfaction. Nothing would stop her now.
"Unnnhhh ... Goddd ... yessss ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she cried at the ceiling in her bedroom as her husband slithered his strong hands beneath her wildly pumping cheeks, cupping them tightly, lifting her ass higher and higher. Her thighs spread themselves even wider in order to give his cock deeper access as he continued pounding into the narrow tightness of her cunt.
Ann was glad her son was sleeping at the house of a friend, tonight. She was so filled with enjoyment, her shrieks had to be carrying far beyond the bedroom, and anyone else in the house would have definitely heard her. In the future she would have to be more careful about her vocal enjoyment.
Her husband pounded solidly into her, pressing against her as if intent on punching more and more cock into her, hitting with all the strength in his hips and thighs, feeling the smooth, raw inner flesh of her vaginal membranes clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his thrusting phallic spire. He was up on the tips of his toes, ramming every last little bit of cockflesh into her scintillating vaginal urn, letting the full length of it thunder into her, bringing new, ecstatic moans from her lips, moans that filled his eardrums to wonderful overflowing. She sounded as if she were dying, but the truth was, she was once again living. Her nostrils flared wide and her large brown eyes opened like saucers staring without seeing, a wild need constantly invading her.
David raised his face so he would be able to stare down at the countenance of this most beautiful of all women. The look on her face was something to behold; a tribute to the way he was fucking her, and it made him feel that much more delighted about the way things were turning out. His wife was, in essence, surrendering her entire being to him again, totally and completely. She was wriggling as she twisted and writhed under him, totally incapable of controlling the wild constantly surging through her shuddering body. She was under the control of her husband once again, and Ann knew that no metter what the future held in store for her, she would never again be afraid of fucking. Her face was insanely twisted with a driving passion, her lips pulled back, baring beautiful white teeth, while heavier grunts came from both, her chest and that of her husband as he forced even more of his power drill into the squeezing, contracting depths of her quivering cunnus.
Her arms had wrapped themselves tightly around his neck, pulling him down now, her nails clawing desperately into his back. Now the nails slowly slithered lower, digging demoniacally into his hard, flat buttocks as his cock continued its madly incessant pounding in and out of her slavering feminine chalice.
Loudly obscene, wet smacking sounds filled the entire bedroom with each cruel, pile-driving thrust. The husband ran his hands from the smooth globes of her buttocks to the hollows of her thighs, pushing between them so he would be able to finger her soft, passion soaked pubic hair, touching her labia as they caressed the probe of his penis. He wanted to feel the sucking clinginess of her fleshy labia as they gripped and sucked the hardness of his lust-swollen cock, the cunt now a tight, rubbery mouth. The entire area of her tantalizing loins was running with moisture, and the fluid ran into the crack between her asscheeks and wetted her anus, as well.
Ann's body was becoming slippery from perspiration. She continued her wild, untamed gyrations, thrilled at last to once again feel how marvelous it was to have her husband's cock reaming in and out of her tight cunt. She had become something crazed, animalistic, inhuman as she twisted and churned and writhed, keeping her thighs spread as far apart as possible. His hands swooped her knees up and back, her kneecaps pressing against her shoulders, allowing her to press the plane of her cunt straight up.
"Unh ... deeper ... harderrr ... yes ... oh yesss ... darling ... I love you ... fuck meeee ... fuck me ... fuck meee...." she begged, using words he hadn't heard before, because until now she had not allowed the four-letter words that had often filled her mind to be heard by her husband. She was revealing to him that she was human, after all.
She was closing in on that long-sought after orgasnt, the vaginal climax she hadn't felt for such a long, long time, and her tender thighs wound all the more tightly around her husband's neck. She churned her buttocks in an insane circular motion, moving with uncontrolled abandon as she lifted the hot tunnel of her vaginal hollow up and down on the plunging ramrod of his magnigicent cock.
"Aaaaaiiiee yyaahhnn iiiigggghh aaaannnngggg-hhhh aaaammmmeeeeii yyyyeeeeaaaahh eeeeiiiiaa-aayyyy hhaannnngg!" she shrieked as she came, her voice a high-pitched, intense siren of maddening desire as she locked her ankles in a death grip around his neck, her calves resting on his shoulders.
At the same time her arms snaked up tightly around the back of her husband's head and she smashed her open mouth firmly against his, letting her tongue wash over his and taste the meaty flavor of his mouth. After all these years she was like a virgin in her husband's bed again, and it was such a wonderful feeling, because having learned this much, she was now determined to learn more. If this be depravity, then she intended making the most of it.
Her body arched and she clung tightly to him, not moving, but quaking and jerking within, her cunt squeezing his cock with a maddening and pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic oil around the probe that so totally filled her hot pussy. The fluid flooded out of her and spilled into the narrow crevice between her buttocks.
David felt as if he had held his orgasm back too long. Now that he wanted to come, he seemed unable to do so. He needed to achieve satisfaction or go out of his mind. A slow, aching pressure was building in the depths of his balls, making them jump up and down in their leathery container. He gripped the rounded cheeks of his wife's still-rotating buttucks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion came hoarsely issuing from his own throat, sounding dry and raspy.
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" he grunted, groaning as he began once again increasing the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the swollen flanges of her soft, pink, inner cuntlips as the full length of his still-hardened phallus sank deeper and deeper into hidden recesses in her belly he had never reached, not even during that first year when they had wildly fucked.
Now he was on the verge of orgasm, and his arms, which were still behind her knees, pushing her kneecaps up to her shoulders, pushed forward a bit more, and suddenly her knees were over her head, and he slammed straight down into her vagina, pounding steadily and madly into it, filling it with his meat again and again.
Ann, totally sated, felt new passion building, and her arms held her husband's head that much more tightly as she pulled his face to hers, kissing him hungrily, aching to feel yet one more satisfying orgasm, wanting to reach hers as he attained his.
The ache in David's balls was unbearable. He had to come or die! He gasped into the sucking moistness of her sweet mouth, feeling the heavy bursting of his loins, hearing his wife whimpering again as she felt overwhelmed by yet another orgasm, her arms tightening once more around his head, her legs clenching around his neck, and then with a deep, shattering soul-searing bellow he blasted sperm into the narrow cupola of her cunt, drowning her interior with the heavy flow.
Finally, when he was empty, after what seemed like an infinity of time, he collapsed and lay on top of her, and Ann loved it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was the most wonderful weekend of Ann's life. Her husband was unable to get enough of her. He was like some young kid in his twenties on his honeymoon, fucking, fucking, and fucking again, and she took every stroke of his cock into her mouth or her cunt, thrilling to the way he filled her with himself. She, too, was unable to get enough of it.
Much of it was the sex, of course, but most of it was the simple fact that he was David, whom she loved, and wanted to be part of, and she was Ann, to whom he had waited for so long ... twelve years! Twelve long years! But as far as David was concerned, it was worth every day of it, because she more than made up for it with her eagerness to please him now. In pleasing him, she also pleased herself.
When Monday arrived, the two of them were worn out. But David went to work, and Ann tended to the house. She cleaned and cooked and hummed to herself, feeling happy until she did the washing. That was when she saw Chris's boy scout shirt, and she was reminded of the fact that she had an appointment with Mike Refizzo sometime that week. What was more, she knew she had to keep it. Now that she had her happiness again, she wasn't going to let that man rob her of it.
She would go along with what he wanted ... for now, but if he tried making further demands on her when they returned from the scouting trip, she would cut the man's throat with a rusty razor. What the hell! It was a little-enough sacrifice to make for her initial infidelity, an infidelity that had proven necessary in order for her to come to life again. But Refizzo would be her last unfaithful act. So she thought, but little did she know what Mike Refizzo had in mind.
Mike Refizzo, aside from suffering under delusions of impotence, delusions brought on by lack of self-confidence and tremendous insecurity, was your basic everyday animal in human skin. He wasn't the kind of man who believed in compromise or decency. Either things were rotten because they weren't working out for him, or things were great because he had the opportunity to step on someone.
Mike's becoming a scoutmaster wasn't something he did out of the goodness of his heart. When he had been younger and had joined thd boy scouts himself, his den leader had been a bully. The man had gone on to supervising the entire troop, bullying all the younger kids, Mike included. As a result, Mike realized nothing was more improtant than a modicum of power. So, Mike had risen through the ranks of the scouts, becoming an eagle scout. By the time he was twenty-one, he was offering his services as a scoutmaster, and the boy scouts, being tremendously understaffed, especially up in Maine, were only too happy to accept his offer. As a result, Mike Refizzo finally had his power. What was more, he enjoyed lording it over the younger boys, treating them like dirt, making them feel inferior, so that no matter how well they did, he always found something to criticize.
Now Mike Refizzo had a chance to gain power, if only for a short time, over one of the snooty housewives whose kids were in his pack, and as a result, his inferiority complex pushed itself into the background, and the same monstrous instincts he used to rule the scout troop were going to be used to dominate Ann Corso, temporarily restoring his virility.
CHAPTER NINE
It was Tuesday. Ann had been torn between going Monday and getting this business with Mike Refizzo over with as soon as possible, or putting it off to Thursday, hoping he might get hit by a car, or something. But she finally decided the Devil protected his own, and nothing was going to happen to the scoutmaster. David would be working late that night, and Chris was having supper at Timmy Walker's house, and Ann knew she would probably not have another opportunity like this all week. It would have to be this evening, or else risk what he would do with the pictures. She had no doubt the man would do something unsavory with them, and not wanting to risk losing her new-found happiness, she took a long bath, then put on a gray woolen skirt with a pearl-gray or Ion blouse, slipped on a sweater, got into her new Reliant wagon, and drove over to Mike Refizzo's apartment house.
The downstairs directory said Refizzo lived on the third floor. Trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible, she took the stairs instead of an elevator. Once on the third floor, she searched for his apartment, found it, and pushed the door buzzer.
After what seemed like forever the door opened, and Mike Refizzo, still sweaty from work, his brown hair matted, his twitchy mustache droopy answered. His eyes were dulled until he saw her, then they lit up. He was still wearing his work clothing, in this case a pair of old, faded dungarees, and a weird looking red and black shirt that was halved in the middle horizontally.
"Well, so the lady got smart and came," Mike snorted. "Good thing, too," he told her. "I'm all sweaty, and I wanna take a shower, and if you'd come a half hour later, I'd have already taken the shower and I'd have to take another one. This way I fuck you first, then I only gotta take one shower."
Shuddering, Ann walked into the apartment, and when he shut the door behind her, she had the feeling she had walked into some kind of horrible trap. This was one of the most difficult decisions of her life-hard to make, harder now to carry out. But it was something that had to be done if this animal was to be prevented from showing those pictures around.
"You tell your husband about you coming on the scout camping trip?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded, sighing, wishing he would just come ahead and get his part of it over with. "It's all right, because David claims that if I go with Chris this weekend, he'll get ahead in his work, and we'll be able to spend future weekends together for a long time to come."
"Well, y'see that," Mike smiled. "As a scoutmaster I'm doin' my good deed for the day ... actually for the month. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you back all the photos except two ... just in case ... as a sort of evidence of my good faith. I believe you. Here!" he said, pushing six photos across the table in his small hallway/dining room. She reached out, took them, looked at them, and was aghast at how clearly her face showed in all the shots. Yes, there she was, with Robert Lander sucking her breasts; with her hand on the boy's penis; with her mouth on the boy's penis; another with her mouth on the penis; sperm seepage on her face as she lifted her face for a moment to lick the semen in; and finally, her tonguing the boy's balls clean, afterward.
Mike gave her a match and let her burn all the pictures in an ashtray on the table. He had ashtrays all over the house, all filled with stale cigarette butts, the stink of which filled the entire small apartment.
Mike led her into the living room, then turned to face her, grinning. Without a word, he reached for her, and she had no choice but to go to him. He pulled her with him onto the sofa, a brown, ratty thing that had probably been old in Teddy Roosevelt's time. His mouth clamped itself on hers, and she tasted the sour breath he had from too much coffee, as well as the stale stink from too many cigarettes. There was also the taint of beer odor on his breath. His hand wasted no time filling itself with the fullness of her round breast. His fingers dug into her flesh through her clothing.
Ann was certain she would never be able to stand it. The man was a total beast. He stank, he was grimy, his breath was vile, yet she had no choice but to submit.
For a moment she struggled against him, hating the way he manhandled her, doing her best to escape his pillaging tongue as his rapacious hands continued running roughshod over her soft body, but she knew any struggling at all was futile. She had made her bargain with this spawn from hell, and she would keep it.
She was doing this to save her marriage, a marriage which she had more than once brought to the brink of divorce because of her constantly refusing her husband-or so she thought. Now that things were smooth between David and herself again, she had to submit to this degradation in order to once again keep her marriage from dissolving. But after she was finished with Mike Refizzo, by Sunday, she would never again do anything to muddy her marriage.
CHAPTER TEN
She groaned with disgust, but Mike Refizzo, supreme egotist at this moment, riding one of his highs, believed it was a groan of passion. The sound seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled total defeat, but Mike Refizzo, hearing, misinterpreted.
"Take it easy, honey," he told her. "We got a lotta time."
He pushed her against the back of the sofa to admire her for a moment, then threw himself on top of her and buried his smelly mouth in the side of her neck, his tongue licking her, moving this way and that, washing under her ear, then poking inside, the tip running around the shell-shaped rim. Ann shivered. The man was a human Godzilla, yet he knew, in his own crude way, various ways of intensifying passion in a woman.
"You're the most gorgeous piece in Cutlow," he told her, referring to the small town in which they lived.
She lay stretched out on the sofa at full length, her thighs tightly clenched together, dreading the moment when he would insist on touching her there ... putting his hand, or worse, into that most private feminine part of her, that secret place heretofore touched only by her husband.
Mike's hand roamed across her flat belly, feeling the firmness of her flesh under her blouse and skirt, then his hand wandered down the outside of her thigh to the hem of said skirt. When his hand wandered back up, it was beneath the skirt, moving to the smooth, warm flesh beneath. Having anticipated the man's roughness, and not in the mood to buy new pantyhose once he tore what she had, Ann hadn't bothered to wear them. She had nylon foot-coverings on beneath her shoes in spite of the briskness of the evening, and so he felt flesh immediately. He moved his fingers higher and higher, running them up the insides of her thighs, moving from left thigh to right and back again. He tugged her skirt up in order to get a better view of what he was touching, and he was able to see the soft, brown, curling hairs on her groin sticking out from the thin crotchband of her white nylon panties. He grinned widely, and using a finger, he shoved it roughly into the crease at the top of her vaginal slit, pressing against the nylon, rubbing up and down in an attempt to feel the nubbin of her clitoris. Finally he found the enshrined little button, and he began wildly rubbing it, creating thrills Ann didn't want to feel. Odd how her husband's touch, for twelve years, had terrified her, but this man, who was like something out of Dante's Inferno, for all his roughness merely aroused her when his finger touched her. What she didn't realize was, having once again become attuned to the arousal her husband had been able to instigate in her, she was now capable of arousal from anything touching one of her hot buttons, and her clitoris was most definitely a hot button.
Ann cringed as he continued rubbing her, not because she hated the touch, but because she hated herself for responding to it. Her mind was still wrestling with principles and rationales, trying to excuse what she was doing. But no matter how she kept telling herself she was doing this for the good of her marriage, to keep it from dissolving, her mind refused to accept that.
"Please ... Mr. Refizzo ... don't...." she begged, moaning as she felt his strong, ox-like hands force her slender white thighs apart. His fingers pulled and tugged at the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing vaginal labia.
"Mr. Refizzo," he cackled. "Hey, you remember what you told that Lander kid when he called you Mrs. Corso? You told him that under the circumstances, when you were alone, since you were doin' something so intimate, it oughtta be a good idea if he called you Ann. Well I'm gonna call you Ann, and you'll call me Mike-Mike with the long pike," he roared out loud, laughing at his own joke, and then twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he tugged hard, and she felt them tear as he pulled the material. He yanked the crotchband away, then pulled the rest of the panty from her body. Now her loins were totally naked and defenseless, and she was helpless in the man's clutches.
"No! Oh, my God! No!" she cried out, clamping her thighs tightly together, a hand instictively going to her apex to cover her shame.
"Come on, Annie, open them there legs, you sweet bitch!" he grunted. "I don't wanna get rough with you. I figured to make it easy for you. But you give me a hard time, and I'll give you one."
"Leave me alone," she begged. "For heaven's sake, don't do this. I can't go through with it."
"You want those pictures sent to the local newspaper for the entire town to see?" he asked.
"You wouldn't!" she gasped. "You just can't be that cruel. I never did anything to hurt you. Why are you trying to hurt me?"
"Ain't no one tryin' to hurt you, honey," he replied. "I'm just tryin' to convince you to do what's best f' you. In this case, all I wantcha to do is spread your legs so we can both have a ball."
Defeat mingled with horror, disgust, and fear in the brunette housewife, and she slowly relaxed her slender thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the pink foramen, glistening wetly between her loins, a black ring of sparse, delicate, spiderweb-like hair lining that soft femininity. Her inner labia seemed to protrude like flower petals, and peeping out from the hooded protection of frenulum was her clitoris, a miniature phallus that looked perfectly sculpted.
Now the ordeal began for Ann.
She was aware of Mike's thick finger moving against her body, moving as it traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina and she squirmed and shuddered with abhorrence at the lascivity of his moving finger. But a moment later she felt arousal and warmth, neither of which she wanted, yet she was unalbe to restrain the feelings as she rubbed her clitoris, causing prurient agitation. She was unable to understand why she was responding to what he was doing as the man insinuated the finger deeper and deeper inside the warmth of her wetly tremulous womanly cavity.
In her helplessness something was happening to her, and she was unable to explain it to herself. She was unaware that a dozen years of abstinence had caused sexual fever to continually mount in her body until she had used a key, in this case Robert Lander, to begin unleashing it. Now it not only rose to the fore instantly, but grew at a geometric progression inside her. Warmth was spreading in her belly in spite of the knowledge that she detested the man touching her. Heightened sensation centered where his finger was touching her, and she was unable to resist it.
Ann moaned with agony, feeling an uncontrolled emotional conflict tumble around inside her. Though she recognized the sensual desire beginning to build in her, she tried fighting it, but it was hopeless. Her nerve-endings were alive with shimmering electric thrills, and shock after shock flashed thorugh the lengths of her thighs, her heels digging into the sofa cushion so that she surged her loins upward to meet the rubbing pressure of his finger in spite of the fact that her mind kept telling her not to respond. She didn't want to feel anything this man did to her, preferring to somehow try and keep her mind and body numb. Why in hell didn't the man simply throw himself on top of her, do it, and get it over with? God!
She writhed her tightly rounded buttocks further into the soft, flattened cushions of the sofa in an attempt to try and escape the tantalizing feeling his worming finger was creating, her moan changing to a helpless whimper and a simpering mewl as his knowledgable fingers roughly taunted the tight, sensitive portal, gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the softly curling pubic hairs to make sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erect clitoris. She was aware of moisture seeping from within her because of unwanted feeling and excitation. Little by little the thrills seeped through every part of her being, and she clenched her teeth tightly in an effort to hold everything back. She" would not succumb to the salacious feelings building inside her.
No! It was wrong! What she had done with Robert Lander had been something necessary, to convince her she wasn't sexually dead. But what she was doing with this man was out-and-out adultery. Worse! She was yielding to blackmail, and in her eyes this was almost as big a sin as prostituting herself. God! She didn't know what to do, how to make the man stop.
Suddenly it dawned on her that she was the total fool. Whatever she had done with Robert was over with, finished. She might have even found a way to enlist his help and get those photos away from Mike Refizzo. Robert was a clever boy for his age. She had no right being here like this. All she was doing was getting herself in deeper and deeper.
She decided she had no intention of letting this vile man continue with this. There had to be some kind of alternate solution. Allowing his grubby hands on her body made her feel leprous. Forcefully she thrust her own hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, doing her best to push the man away from her.
"No, damn you!" she shouted. Stop it! Damn you to hell, I want out! I don't care what you want. You just get off me."
Her sudden change of attitude and the force of her attack caught the scoutmaster by surprise. Damn her! She was, in effect, telling him that she, and any other housewife in this lousy town, was too good for him. All he was good for were the whores, and he wasn't able to get it up with them. Well fuck that! She was a woman capable of raising an erection in him, and he was going to make her take the swelling down. He caught her two wrists and clamped them together in a steel-fingered grasp. His weight was on top of her, pinning her to the sofa beneath him.
"You damn little bitch!" he muttered out loud, jamming a knee between her thighs, forcing them to remain wide open. At the same time he rammed two fingers into the tight opening of her cunt, running the digits in and out, aware of how unbelievably tight she was for a grown woman. He rubbed a thumb against her clitoris, and as a result of his actions, she became wetter than ever down there, while still struggling against him. Jesus! Those inner walls of hers were like melting butter, and he was hardly able to wait. He wanted to feel what it was like to bury his cock into something this tight and this soft. When he had been able to fuck, and to him it seemed as if that had been ages past, he had always had loose cunts. Not this time. This cunt was tight, wet, oily, and smooth, really smooth.
Staring at her, eye to eye, he licked his lips, and said, "Face it, lady, you're going to be fucked. But I'll tell you right now, it ain't gonna be a rape, 'cause ain't no one gonna say Mike Refizzo didn't slip his cock to a chick that didn't beg for it. When I'm through with you, you're gonna be climbin' the walls and beggin' to be fucked. You be smart, lie back, cooperate, and things'll not only go smoother, but faster, dig?" he snapped, his smile lascivious.
"No! Never!" she shouted at him. "That's one thing I'll never beg you to do."
"You don't know how talented I am, bitch!"
Slowly, without wanting to, Ann stopped struggling only because she was running out of strength. She lay back against the worn sofa cushions, the insanity of her total helplessness, the complete defenselessness of her situation finally imprinting itself on her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! All she would be able to do would be to lie there and allow this monster to do what he wanted with her ... letting his hands roam over her helpless body, taking any and all indecent liberties with her, doing whatever he pleased. Well it was her own fault for coming here in the first place. Soon now, when he was ready, he would fuck her. Yes, fuck was the perfect word, because "making love" was not something of which she believed this man capable. He was going to violate her warm, young body as he blasted his abominable sperm, white as puss, into her unwanting feminine nave. There was no way on earth to stop him, and the worst part of all this was, she was a loser whether or not he succeeded. If he did, she lost because she had come here and all but given herself to him. If he didn't succeed, she would lose because of the photos he still had-two pictures he would give to the local press. Either way, he was certainly going to do his damndest to simply use her, not giving a damn about her feelings.
Tears of humiliation came running down her pretty cheeks. She felt revolted because of her own actions, and a sob caught in her throat as she discovered the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers against her vagina and clitoris continued eliciting uncontrolled sensations that made her unwillingly respond to what he was doing. She was inwardly aroused-more so with every passing second.
His voice was hot and raspy as his sour breath washed across her face, the stench more than she was able to bear. "It's starting to feel good, ain't it, Annie?"
She rolled her lovely head from side to side, trying hard to twist her face away from him, wanting to tell him how much she despised him, but the words caught in her throat. She was unable to say anything any longer, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris, causing her to work her wriggling buttocks even more deeply into the cushions to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sizzles that sparked their way through her helplessly vibrating pussy.
"Unh ... aaannnnnngggghhhh ... ggggggnnnngg-hhhh...." was all she was able to gurgle as he continued to manipulate her abused clitoris with the ball of his thumb.
Mike moved his powerful, hairy body over that of the lovely brunette, freeing her wrists now. She would have struck out at him again had his hand not leaped out and caught itself in her ebony hair. He slammed her head against the cushion beneath, then, while pressing down on her with his own body, he mashed his lips against hers and kissed her wetly, sloppily, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began massaging her naked vagina again.
"I'm gonna take off the rest of your clothes, honey," he told her. "What's more, you're not gonna fight me, 'cause if you do, a lotta things'll get torn and you won't have nothin' to wear home."
Dully, she knew she would do as he said. There was no way on earth for her to help her own situation any longer.
He got to his feet and pulled her up by her arms. She was standing as he tugged her zipper down. Ann closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what was happening to her. She stood there, letting him take off her skirt, then remove her half-slip. He unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her arms, tossing it to the side, and lastly, he unhooked her brassiere and tossed it on the floor.
Cool air rushed over the fullness of her throbbing breasts, the solid, distended nipples like pointed spikes as he squeezed the palms of his hands over them. Against her will she gasped as his taloned fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant flesh, hotly kneading, squeezing, rolling the ultra-sensitive nipples to the point of pain between his thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah," he muttered, "this is more like it. You got a nice body, Annie. I'm gonna make sure it don't go to waste. I mean, a body like yours was meant for fucking, and it's obvious from the tightness of your cunt, even though you've had a kid, that your husband just don't fuck you enough. I'll rectify the situation, for a short time, anyway."
Abruptly, he lowered his face to her chest, sucking one of her breasts as far into his mouth as possible. His tongue washed over the white flesh, and his lips sucked on her areola before pulling back and tugging on her nipple. He sucked the nipple for a long time, making it elongate, and then transferred his oral attentions to her other breast as she reamined standing there. He forced her to sit on the sofa as he knelt before her, kissing her belly, letting his tongue wash through her navel, teasing it orally while his hands returned to her breasts and played with her nipples, keeping them responsibely solid. Ann hated to admit it, but he was getting to her.
She gasped as she felt his hands abruptly leave her breasts, moving slowly down along her ribs, as if counting them, finally coming to rest on her waist. Then his hands slid down over the outsides of her hips, moving to her knees, then reversing themselves and moving back up to her inner thighs, feeling the warmth emanating from them as he made her spread them all the wider, exposing the rich pinkness of her interior to his gaping eyes. His breath was rasping as it washed over her flesh, his hand once again touching her pubic mount, fingers sliding down and tickling her cuntlips.
Ann shut her eyes. She didn't want to watch her own ravishment. His hands continually teased her, making her wetter and wetter, and her buttocks bounced uncontrollably.
Suddenly he was no longer touching her. She heard him, on his feet in front of her, the whisper of cloth against flesh as he proceeded to undress himself. The fact that he took a shower every morning as well as at night kept him from smelling too bad, though the aroma of stale perspiration was strong.
"Come on, honey, face the music, or in this case, the cock," he told her. "You might just as well open those gorgeous eyes and see the treat I have in store for you."
Yes, she might just as well look. Whether her eyes were open or closed, he was going to ravish her. There was no escape from this. She was as involved as it was possible for any human being to be. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her eyes, and then opened them.
She saw him naked, hairy, once again kneeling on the floor, his body between her widespread thighs, his face twisted into a distorted grin of lewdness. Without wanting to, she leaned forward just a little, letting her eyes run down his hairy chest to a firm, hairy belly, and then her eyes flicked lower. What she saw stunned her. She had always belieed her husband to be huge, but compared to this ... dear God! This man was built like a stud stallion, the long red rod as thick as her wrist. His fist was stroking it a little, but that wasn't necessary. Just looking at her body had him aflame with a desire no whore had ever been able to bring out in him. The corona flared a brilliant red, pulsing, letting her know how anxious the entire cock was to be buried inside her. She would never, in a million years, be able to take such a monster into her body.
"My God!" was all she was able to gasp.
"What'sa matter, honey, ain't your husband got nothin' like this?" he asked, smiling.
Ann continued staring at the man, feeling miserable humiliation and degradation. The sight of her own nakedness in front of this horrible man's exposed body filled her with shame, also making her more aware than ever of the utter helplessness she was feeling as she remained at the mercy of this madman.
Yes, he had to be a madman! No sane man would do something like this to her. From the gleam in his eye it was obvious he was enjoying the way he was debauching her, brutally harming her, a cruel gleam in his ferret-like eyes as she watched the misery to which he was continually subjugating her. He was deranged-a sadist! A sickie!
She continued staring at him, realizing more and more how helpless she was, and the whole problem was that her very helplessness caused tingles of unwanted desire to trammel their way through her. Sexual lust was starting to surge through her loins as much as she detested this horrible man. Wanton depravity was taking its toll on her as salacity continued playing through her body. Even so, a new sense of terror filled her as she watched him, squatting before her, his hand still stroking his cock-a cock swollen beyond belief with a lust she had heretofore been unable to conceive of. Her eyes fixed themselves on the bloated spear with utter horror and disbelief. The sheer breadth of it was horrifying. It would tear her interior to shreds, and she knew it. In face, it would probably split her right up the middle like an overripe melon.
Mike saw the way her stare was fixed on his penis.
"Hey, you dig my cock," he snorted. "You just wait until I start shoving it into that tight little twat of yours, honey. Then you'll get to know what fuckin's all about."
The sound of his voice was a tormenting rasp, and she shuddered with terror. He saw the quake and smiled, saying, "I see you ain't really never been fucked. But don't worry. After today, you'll know what it is to take on a real he-man."
Tears began welling up in her helpless eyes, and they overflowed, pouring out and running down her beautiful cheeks as she realized this man was indeed a total animal, intent on showing her no mercy whatsoever. She no longer paid attention to his language and his crudeness. Her mind was too busy with the hoplessness of her situation and the horrifying understanding that there simply was no escape from the agony he intended inflicting on her helpless body. This sex-crazed maniac intended ravishing her as she lay there, totally helpless. There was nowhere for her to turn. She was unalbe to remember when she had felt so completely alone in her entire life.
Leaning toward her very suddenly, Mike forced her to lie full-length on the sofa, and he spread his solid, hairy, perspiration-smelling body on top of hers, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment. The long, hard thickness of his penis continued pulsating against the soft flesh of her tantalizing belly, his brazenly searching hands once again squeezing the smoothly mounded fullness of her rounded breasts, savagely causing her to whimper with agony beneath him as his mouth hungrily sought hers. His tongue wasted no time pushing between her lips, filling her mouth with its thickness as animal grunts came from the depths of his chest.
After some moments went by, he lifted his head and said, "You know something, Annie? You taste good all over, really good. But the trouble with you is, you ain't reacting. Honey, before I'm through with you, you'll be out of your gourd and begging for cock."
She didn't understand how he was going to make her beg him to do something she utterly detested. But even as she thought about it, he was slithering down and moving his head between the tantalizing pillars of her thighs, his mouth hovering mere inches above her tantalizing dehiscence. Though she had often dreamed about her husband lovingly licking her vagina-something David had never done-the thought of this vile, vicious person sinking his fangs into her cuntlips horrified her. She recoiled in repugnance.
"Please ... oh, God ... no ... don't do that to me ... no one's ever...." she gasped, pleadingly, but he had already placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and was spreading them far, far apart. Her attempt to clamp her thighs closed was completely futile at this point. A whine rose in her throat as she stared at him between the full mounds of her swollen breasts, staring down at her sparse, ebony triangle where she saw the top of his brown head as his face, distorted with passion, poised itself in space over her softly palpitating vagina.
"Oh, my God! No! No! No!" she screamed. "My husband has never, but never done anything like that to me."
But even as she said it, Ann knew it was more her fault than it was David's. Had she responded to him, allowed him to fuck her more often, sucked his cock during those twelve long years, she had no doubt his mouth would have been feeding voraciously at the trough of her seething cunt.
But instead of David, she had Mike Refizzo kneeling between her widespread thighs, his strong hands pressing powerfully on her inner loins to keep them apart. He glaned hungrily into the pink furrow of her womanly container, noting how delightful it looked ringed with that midnight hair, the inner labia peeking out like two pink tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them ever so delicately, and as she lay there in terror beneath him, her eyes pleading with him not to continue with this debasement, he struck. He had made her humiliation total first, and now she helplessly watched, petrified as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the softly trembling lips of her sodden cunt, parting the softly curling hairs, drawing the lips slowly apart, exposing the innermost secret depths of her body to his eyes.
Ann was aware of the heat of his breath as it burned against her sensitive inner coral flesh, and she moaned aloud, feeling agonized shame at all this. She watched, unable to tear her gaze from this wickedly fascinating happening as he brought his face closer and closer to her helpless pussy. Then she gasped as she felt the moist length of his slithery tongue slid snake-like into her defenselessly quivering vagina.
Shudderingly her body responded, moving instinctively, twitching with a convulsive determination to escape this unnatural outrage he was performing against her helplessly defenseless pussy. Her hips ground down and back into the sofa cushions as a morass of revulsion began welling up inside her as she felt herself detesting this loathsome creature all the more as he continued using his tongue on her, the oral member flicking back and forth, touching her labia, touching her opening, wetting down her clitoris.
He was perverted-a beast, a vile monster, a horrible demon!
She groaned and whimpered, realizing how he was completely debasing her, humiliating her, making her feel tortured. It wasn't possible! Somehow she was unable to conceive of hos this was happening to her. Thoughts tumbled around and around, spinning through her mind, but the fact was, she was here, she was naked, and so was Mike Refizzo. The man's long, wet, slithery tongue was there, racing into the wet sump of her-as yet-unreceptive vagina, though what he was doing was rapidly stimulating her.
"No more ... please...." she begged. "Stop! This isn't right!"
She was pleading, feeling more ashamed than ever because what he was doing was causing more and more unwanted sensations to sizzlingly streak through her body, causing her to feel forbidden pleasure. His animal tongue continually stimulated her as it lapped through her quaking cuntal furrow.
She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensuous twinges of sexual madness racing wildly through her shuddering body, stabbing into her loins with explosively charging power so that her body was subverted to this lascivious man's lust. The most horrifying realization at this point was the knowledge that her own body was betraying her.
As she stared down at him, she saw his eyes flick up and look at her face, watching her with shining glee, the sadistic enjoyment radiating through him as his mouth and tongue continued hungrily laboring at the' wide-spread slit between her thighs, making all kinds of obscene, wet sucking sounds. She knew what he was waiting for, and she knew that his working tongue was building her body to such a peak she might indeed, after a while, beg him to do even more, for good as his tongue was, the pressure of a penis inside her was missing. He wouldn't offer her that pressure until she unconditionally surrendered herself to him.
No! She refused to give in to the feelings pervading her entire body. Granted the physical part of her felt thrilled, but the mere idea that he was the one bringing on these pleasurable sensations was almost enough to block the feelings from her mind. Almost! As the moments continued to pass, the feelings became stronger, and she realized she was going out of her skull.
All the while, Mike's eyes remained locked on the beautiful, contorted countenance she possessed as he continued thrusting his tongue ever more deeply into the simmering cauldron of her cunt. The tears continued leaking from her eyes and running down her cheeks. The man smiled to himself, watching with a ruthless satisfaction as she fought a battle she had to lose to him. More, she had to lose it to herself.
Mike stared and kept thinking to himself that he wanted her to go on fighting it as long as possible, first, because he enjoyed what he was doing, and second, because when she finally did give in, she would surrender totally, completely, and she would be all his to do with as he wished.
His pursed lips moved higher as he pulled his tongue in for a moment and began sucking on the miniature phallic-like extension that was her clitoris. He heard her whimpers of agonized pleasure as he gripped the tiny, trembling bud between his pressuring lips. He clamped down on it, holding it firmly, then ran his tongue around and around the little organ. Then he flatly rubbed against the head of the clitoris, sending tingling thrills charging insanely through her entire flailing body. He was aware of the involuntary jerks of her loins as they ground against his face in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abrasive tongue. Her head insanely whipped from side to side, the sensations inside her so intense all she was able to feel was the agony of desire. New, louder mewls and whimpers came from her tightly compressed lips.
Smiling, he hoisted her legs up until they were draped over his shoulders, giving him even better access to her seething cunt. His hands slid beneath her, gripping the wonderful moons of her buttocks and holding tightly to them, keeping her firmly in place as his mouth kept on working on her clitoris.
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the apartment as the man pressed his mustache against the tender lips of her cunt, tickling her into greater arousal as he shoved the agile oral organ deep into the soaring depths of her wildly clasping vaginal pandiculation.
No longer able to control herself, Ann suddenly felt her hands move as if of their own volition, reaching out as she became aware she had lost the desperate battle she had been fighting with herself. Her fingers entangled themselves in the stringy, greasy thatch of hair on his head, and she pulled his red face all the more tightly into her steaming crotch.
Mike knew she was his, now. She belonged to him for as long as he wished. He was the absolute master, and she was his to use as he wished, and he wished, among other things, to fuck her, though in order to prove she was still bowing to him, he would do it with her back to him, bent as if bowing and praying, while he fucked her like the bitch-in-heat she had become. She was lost beyond recall.
Mike felt it was worth it. He was still unhappy about his not having been able to make it with the whores, but he felt a sense of power at having totally conquered this woman, this good, clean housewife, who liked to suck the cocks of little boy scouts.
Ann's body had completely betrayed her. She was under Mike Refizzo's influence whether she liked it or not. All she was capable of doing was obeying the demanding sensations in her loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in wild circles, thrusting upward each time the plunging tongue slurped along her clitoris and slithered into her vagina. Her hands pulled continually on the man's hair, and lightning bolts struck at her love-hungry interior when she felt his swathing tongue flick from her vagina straight down toward the hidden nether ring that was her anus. When the tip of his tongue poked its way in there, it took every last ounce of willpower not to scream. Her moan was subverted into a low groan of sensual pleasure as the heat of his slimy tongue continually poked at the sensitive little pucker. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, and a moment later his tongue was once again back at work in the seething swamp between her pillarly thights. She was unable to restrain herself, and cried out, the gasp coming from the depths of her soul, for fulfillment seemed to be there, just out of reach, and having come this far, she ached to go all the way. God! God! God! She was a total slave to the wants and needs of her body, unable to deny herself. She was no longer able to resist, and it would have been useless to do so.
"Fuck me!" she screamed before she realized what she had shouted. "Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Do it!" she cried out.
The sadistically crazed scoutmaster was unable to contain his savage elation. Her scream had reassured him beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had won. She was a slave to his will, his own personal body captive, asking for his cock, and in a few minutes he would shove the hard length of fleshy stovepipe right up her pussy and fuck her until she was no longer able to walk straight. God! He was hardly able to wait before firing a load of seed into that narrowly tight pussy.
He jerked his head free, making her let go of his hair, then he raised his head and looked at her with a crazed, twisted smile.
"I told you, you'd be begging me for it, honey," he snapped. "Well, you're sure hot enough to fuck, now."
"Yes, yes, fuck me!" she begged.
"No!" he laughed. "You're the one gonna do the fucking. Get up!"
Not understanding the man, she rose, watching as he lay back down on the sofa, his huge penis waggling in the air.
"Fuck me, damn you!" she yelled, beating at him with her fists, her body shaking with the need for a cock, even one as monstrous as that standing out from his loins.
"I told you," he snorted. "You do the fucking. Get on top and ride me."
As far as Ann was concerned, this really was a good idea. With her being on top, she would be able to control the entry of his cock into her cunt, and as a result, she would not hurt herself as she took it in. Hell! His cock was thicker than her husband's, but it was a human cock, and she was certain since hers was a human cunt, she would be able to contain it. No longer did she entertain thoughts of trying to escape. Heat permeated through her entire body, and she needed relief. The only kind of relief was this man's cock.
She crawled sinuously on top of the man's sweaty body, straddling him. Mike growled at her, "Not that way, honey. I wanna see your ass. Turn around!"
Even this way she knew she would be able to control the depth of his plunging cock, so she was only too happy to do as he ordered. Right now, the only important thing was getting rid of the fire blazing inside her, and this over-long, over-thick cock was the only instrument at hand.
Swiveling around, she let him see her rounded ass-cheeks as she leaned forward against his drawn-up knees.
"You put it in!" he ordered.
Not stopping to think, Ann reached down and guided his massively pulsating penis into the moist readiness of her pink-fleshed vaginal opening. Carefully she rocked back on the lust-stiffened shaft, permitting the hotly pulsing thickness to slowly, very slowly, worm its way in.
Her cunt stretched.
"Oooonnnnhhhh!" she grunted, suddenly aware how unbelievably immense his rocket-like cock felt as it moved into her.
Oh, God! It was so thick! Her membranes were stretched, and there was that old pain she had felt when her husband had tried fucking her all those years after the birth of their son. but this time it wasn't merely due to the cramping of her interior muscles. This time it had to do with the fact that his cock was so unbelievably thick, even totally relaxed she would have felt agony. Little by little she lowered herself, gritting her teeth, sucking on her lower lip, feeling the penis penetrate a bit more deeply each time. Oh, God! God! God! It hurt! But she had to have it! In spite of the pain, the thick phallus moving into her was stoking her inner fires, building desire higher and higher in her, building it to the point where she knew no matter what happened, she had to have that orgasm. This would be her last vaginal pain-she knew it now. Her elastic interior was already beginning to adjust to his thickness, and even though it wasn't all the way in, that part of her which did contain his cock was already stretched.
"Gggghhhuuunnnggghhhh!" she gasped when the last little bit of it had been absorbed inside her. "There!" Her petite, white arms reached forward and her hands planted themselves on his legs in order that she might balance herself. At the same time Mike's hands began roaming over the curvature of her slender back.
Reaching down, Mike allowed his hands to fill themselves with the unblemished smoothness of her buttocks. His fingers slid beneath her rear cheeks, lifting her hips a little. As he began to relax, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening penile shafft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time, driving the thick pale that was his own demanding flesh that much deeper into her eagerly throbbing vaginal concavity.
God! It was absolutely fantastic! Ann hated to admit it, but now that the pain had receded, what she was feeling was fabulous. Perhaps position had something to do with it. She had never used this position with her husband. Certainly she felt no love for the beast beneath her, but at the moment she would have killed rather than allow his cock to be pulled from the cavernously sucking depths off her aching cunt.
Little by little she tightened her membranes, feeling good inside as her inner membranes sensed every throbbing lurch from his cock, feeling every last little millimeter of ridged flesh in direct contact with her seething, shuddering interior.
Taking her cue from the way his hands were pressing beneath her asscheeks, she began slowly sliding up and down, and realized one of the reasons she was enjoying this so much was her not being able to see him in this position, and thus she was able to concentrate solely on the pleasure she was feeling. Another reason was the control she had over what they were doing. Being able to control her movements as she was, her total enjoyment was that much greater. Her cunt slid along the post of his cock, moving up and down like a regulated carousel pony. Ann moved slowly in the beginning, then without meaning to, she started speeding up, faster, more wantonly, wilder, aching to scale heights she had never previously known as rapturous thrills continually raced through her shuddering body.
Now she was moving like a skilled horsewoman, bouncing up and down as if the horse she was on was trotting, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly against the man's hard abdomen in order for her pulsating, stretched pussy to completely absorb his thickly expanding penis to the fullest, then rising high above him until only the lust-bloated head remained inside her heatedly searing vaginal glove.
Behind and beneath her, Mike continued to massage and pinch her smoothly working buttocks, his hands like a cruel goad, while at the same time he pressed his feet flatly into the sofa cushions and lifted his hips, driving his mighty, pulsating shaft into the heated wetness of her aching vagina with ever-increasing urgency.
Faster and faster Ann Corso continued riding the man beneath her as if she were seated on one of those mechanical brahma bulls. Her breathing was uncontrolled. She was gasping, her head rolling around and around as she swirled her short black hair across her shoulders. She wanted what she was feeling to continue unending, while at the same time she sensed her explosive orgasm arriving.
With a final squatting thrust, she tightly convulsed and spasmed her cunt squeezingly as she clasped her arms tightly around his upstanding knees as her wildly delirious orgasm surged through her.
Mike Refizzo, beneath her, was very close to his own spewing release at this point, and from the way his cock was throbbing, Ann knew he was about to unleash inside her. She was glad she had remembered to insert her diaphragm before leaving home.
She stopped moving as she came, convulsing insanely, and as a result stopped the friction around Mike's cock. He quickly straightened out his legs. Ann found herself falling forward, then he was freeing himself, pulling her off his cock for an instant as he slid out from under her and kneeled behind her as he hauled her to her knees. Almost desperately, his cock demanding satisfaction, he moved closer to her and sank his insistent organ into the wetly clinging depths of her throbbing cunt again. He paid no attention to her muffled moans as, like a wild boar, he pounded into her pussy from the rear, wild, animalistic grunts coming from the depths of his throat.
"Uhhmmmpphhh ... your cunt is like satin ... ohhh Godd! I've never known one so tight ... oohhhh-hh ... great ... great ... yeah...."
He slammingly continued to gore her, fucking with a maddening and insane determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling body with flesh-slapping, bone-jarring cruelty. After several moments of pounding into her like this, he felt his orgasm building in him, an acid-like searing that told him his prostate was acting up again. The root of his cock ached, and he assumed it was because he hadn't been able to have too many orgasms, what with his having had difficulty getting his cock to rise. But now he knew he no longer had the trouble. He would fuck her again at the orgy-something he had neglected to mention to her when he had insisted she come along on the camping trip-and then he would go after other pussy. His prostate was a dam of tissue filled with sperm from many months-if one didn't count the wet dreams-and it ached to release all the hot, white fluid, wanting to spurt it into the tightness of her gloriously milking womb.
"AAAAYYYYAAA AAGGGGGHHHUUUU NN-NGGG HHHAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHAAAAA UUUUWWWWWW AAAANNNNGGGGHHH AA-AAARRRRRGGHHH UUUGGGGHH!" he bellowed, coming with a loud, satisfying, grunting yell as he thrust his hard, thick cock into her vagina as far as was humanly possible, enjoying the gloriously vibrant feeling of his insanely pumping phallus as white-hot semen hosed through him to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the wetly dripping confines of her aching cunt. Then, he, too, collapsed, lying nakedly on top of her soft, tender body, taking pleasure in merely feeling her womanliness beneath him.
His cock finally softened and he pulled out. He slid off the sofa, walked out of the living room, around to the small hallway that led to his bathroom, and he soaped his cock down, then washed it off. Taking a wet rag, he came back to her and took the time to swab out her pussy, saying, "You were just great, Annie. You'll see, I'm gonna keep my word. You come on the camping trip with me, and when we get back, you get the last two pictures, and I won't bug you again."
Now that it was over, shame flooded Ann. She hurriedly dressed, then turned and ran out as fast as she was able.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ride up to the campsite hadn't been all that bad. The boys in her station wagon had been rowdy, but Ann had managed to handle them. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse, both blue, and she had a blue jacket on top, because she knew it would be cold at night. Fortunately for the kids, unfortunately for Ann, the weather on that weekend in October was predicted to be unusually mild.
They arrived at the campsite at three in the afternoon, and while Ann and Phyllis, who had also agreed to come along, set up the tents, then went about getting supper ready, Mike Refizzo, the other mother, and his two assistant scoutmasters, took the boys hiking in the woods. Mike had been there before, and he knew all the trails. There was no wild game in this part of the state, so there would be no one worrying about whether or not there were hunters.
At six-thirty, Mike brought the kids back, and they had hamburgers, beans, and baked potatoes waiting for them. They ate heartily, sat around a large camp-fire for a while, then they all went to bed. Ann slept in a tent with Phyllis, and she drifted off to sleep pretty quickly, too.
The following day, Ann went with Mike and the other adults when they took the boys on a nature study walk. The walk began in the morning, ended at noon, at which time Ann and Phyllis showed the boys, according to the scout manual, how to cook over a campfire. That afternoon, Ann and Phyllis rested, while Mike took the kids on another hike, a longer one this time. When they returned, they were tired out and had just enough strength to eat. Afterward, they all undressed, washed in a nearby brook which ran downhill because they were perched on one side of a cliff, with a heavy wooden railing to insure the kids not accidentally sleep-walking off the cliff, and they went to sleep. Mike spoke with the assistant scoutmasters. They agreed they would share the nightwatch between them. Phyllis and the other mother who had come along decided to hit the hay early, and Ann was hoping Mike had forgotten what he intended doing to her, but he hadn't.
"Okay," he said, walking over to her. "Come on, we're gonna take us a little ride."
"Where are we going?" she asked. "To have some fun. C'mon, ain't no one gonna know you and me are missing. That hike knocked out everyone-the kids, the other scoutmasters, and even the redheaded dame, who came on the hike with us. I see that blonde dame with you knocked off early, so she ain't gonna know you're with me, so let's go. Don't worry, we'll be back in plenty of time to help the kids pack up and go home."
Ann knew the futility of arguing with him. Shrugging, she got into his van, and sat back as he drove along small, backwoods trails, trails hard enough to see during the day, and almost impossible to see at night. But Mike Refizzo knew the way, and sure enough, after a while she saw lights up ahead. He headed for the lights, and she saw what looked like a gigantic rustic log cabin, two stories high, with an immense parking lot around it. The lot was more than half-filled. Who would have believed so many people would come from hundreds of miles away to some cockamamie place out in the woods.
Mike parked the van, they got out, and went inside. Ann felt as long as they were in public, she ought to be safe, but a prickling on the back of her neck was already warning her. Not that she would have been able to do anything about it, anyway, with Mike holding her arm. His tight grip was like a vise, and she shuddered.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Inside, she saw it was a huge, dimly-lighted nightclub. Everyone there was rustically dressed rather than formal, and when Mike gave his name to the reservations clerk, the man nodded and waved to the maitre'd. The latter ushered them through tightly packed square tables and seats to their own table, right down front.
"A table this close must be costing you a fortune," Ann remarked.
"Doesn't cost a cent," he smiled.
They ordered drinks, then Mike insisted they dance.
His breath didn't have that coffee sourness on it tonight, thank God! But when he danced with her, he held her close. She was able to feel the thick length of his penis rubbing against her, and she reddened, thinking of the way he had fucked her in his apartment.
They returned to the table, drank, had seconds, then had food. It was when the meal was finished, and they were enjoying a third drink that Ann realized she was feeling hot. Droplets of perspiration had broken out all over her, and she was feeling ... aroused? Why? She hadn't seen anything to titillate her imagination, nor had Mike tried groping her in public. It didn't make sense.
When the fourth drinks arrived, and she tried to push hers aside, Mike said in a soft voice, "Drink!"
"I don't want anymore," she told him. "Drink!" he insisted. "No!"
"Drink it and don't make a scene. That's the last one.
Sighing, she said, "all right," and tossed it off. "What's so important about my drinking this stuff. It tastes like watered whiskey, so you can't be trying to get me drunk."
"Not drunk," he assured her, "just aroused."
"What?"
"There's a pinch of absinthe in your drinks, mixed with cantharides, and the food was seasoned with yohimbin-all aphrodisiacs."
"Are you insane?" she whispered.
"Not at all," he assured her. "Every drink in the place has an aphrodisiac in it, as does the food. Now sit and relax."
The floorshow began, starting with a singer of extremely filthy songs. Next, came a comedian telling dirty jokes. Then some totally naked girls came on stage and danced, and as she watched, Ann felt more and more stimulated. Then naked men came out and danced with the naked girls, and Ann realized she was perspiring very heavily. God! Just looking at all this was lighting fires in her the like of which she thought would roast her alive. When Mike did reach under the table and slip a hand inside her thigh, she unwittingly opened her legs and then gasped when he rubbed her cunt.
The dancing was finally over, and Ann thought the house lights might go up, but the M.C. came out and said, "Okay, folks, it's time for our audience participation. We already have our performers for tonight lined up, and believe me, this is the best part of the whole show. You'll love it!"
"What's he talking about?" Ann gasped, leaning forward, shuddering as Mike's finger continued playing with her vaginal slit, pressing her panties into it.
"Watch!" he told her, continuing to finger her cunt.
Ann should have asked him to stop, but it was dark, and she was grateful no one else was able to see as he slipped his finger inside her crotchband, and pushed it into the tight, wet, bog that was her dripping cunt. He forced the finger in and out very slowly, and she found she was barely able to sit still as he fingered her.
A spotlight hit the stage in front of them, and a couple came from one of the ringside tables. They smiled at everyone, and it was obvious to Ann the woman involved was not only high on aphrodisiac, but had probably taken a little pot, as well. The sweetish smell of Colombia Gold filled the air.
What happened next astounded Ann. The man undressed the woman, had her lie oh a long drink-cart that had been rolled onto the stage, and he proceeded to suck her vagina in front of everyone, licking and slurping away until she attained not one, but a whole series of orgasms. The crowd applauded insanely, and looking around, Ann realized that many of the women sitting at the tables were now bare-breasted. What was more, their hands were below their tables, moving in jerky motions, which told her they were playing with the penises attached to the men they were with. The men were also busy, fingering the women, sucking their breasts, but always watching the stage.
Another couple came on stage after that. A playground swing had been set up on the stage, and the woman sat in the swing with her cunt hanging down, and she was hoisted higher than she might normally be, and then she was swung back and forth, while the man stood in front of her, so that on each forward swing, her cunt slid over his cock.
In almost no time the two of them came, and once again the audience roared their approval. Then the M.C. said, "And now for the piece-de-resistance, the attraction we've all been waiting for. Here is Mr. Mike Refizzo and his lady-friend."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ann sat there, utterly stunned. Mike expected her to get on the stage with him and perform. A bed had been rolled out and locked in place, and Mike leaned over and whispered, "Come on, baby. You gaveyour word. Besides, you're so hot right now, you're ready to explode. Let's go and show them what it's all about."
"But...."
"No buts," he told her. "I had the crowd screened when the reservations came in last Wednesday, and I'm assured there's no one here from our home-town, so let's get on with it."
"But what can I do?" Ann gasped.
"Something like what we did in my apartment," he smiled, taking her arm, forcing her to stand and walk onto the stage.
Ann noticed a hush had fallen over the crowd. They knew she was a novice to all this, and to them that was as good as her being a virgin. The final act of the floorshow always had a woman innocent in some way or other being brought up to perform. This way, Mike got into the club free, and his tab was also paid for. Naturally, he didn't get paid, himself, but that didn't matter. He was here to ball Ann Corso, and the fact that over three hundred people were watching didn't faze him one bit. In fact, at one point, some would be coming out of the audience and joining in.
There was no getting out of it. Ann knew she had no choice, and so right there, in front of everyone, she allowed two girls who worked at the club to remove her clothing. The instant she was naked, the men in the audience ooohed and aahhed their enthusiasm, seeing what a fabulous body she had.
Turning, she looked at Mike Refizzo and saw he was as naked as she, and when the women in the audience saw how long his dangling penis was, they applauded.
She was red with embarrassment, and it made her entire naked body blush. She waited as Mike walked over to her, his fingers like branding irons as they wandered over her body. He held up her breasts for the men in the audience to appreciate, letting them see how firm they were by dropping them, and noting how the nipples remained pointed up as they bobbled up and down. By now, she should have been familiar with the man's calloused fingers, but she wasn't. He was stimulating her all over again, right out here, in front of all these people. She was helpless and unable to resist.
I have to let him do this, she thought to herself, thinking of the two photos he had left. He had brought them with him. They were in his van, and he had promised to give them to her before they left the following morning. They were in his glove compartment.
Mike motioned to the bed, and she lay down on it, shuddering as he moved with her, his tongue licking her nipples, then moving lower, across her firm, flat belly, and she had to admit her body was yearning for some kind of satisfaction.
His mouth slowly moved higher again, then his lips parted, and he was sucking in as much of her breast as possible, tugging the nipple to the back of his throat where it tingled against his palate. He sucked gently, but he was making certain his mouth wandered over her entire breast, and she heard the heavy breathing from the audience. He chewed without biting, sucking, licking, almost humanly this time.
Ann began chewing her lower lip, realizing she was being unfaithful to David in front of millions of witnesses this time. David was the only man she truly loved) and she wished she could feel shame. Some little corner of her mind tried whispering condemantory sounds, calling her all kinds of vile names. But the sound of this inner voice served to merely enhance the rapture she was already feeling. Her mind also remembered the unbelievable length and thickness of Mike Refizzo's cock, and as a result her vagina began tingling, and a slithery wetness began running through her inner channel as she felt more and more aroused. His tongue was probing her interior again.
Murmurs of approval rose from the various members of the audience, and Ann ought to have felt embarrassed, but she didn't. She writhed, squirming excitedly on the lingual stake as he delved that much deeper into the quicksand-like center of her interior.
A part of her still berated her, shouting at her to insist he stop this and no longer humiliate her in front of all these people, but her body screamed aloud that he should be permitted to continue what he was doing. Her mind filled itself with thoughts of their initial encounter, and she remembered how marvelous it was to have him lap her and then fuck her. In spite of all this taking place out in the open, on a stage of sorts, where everyone was able to see it, she wanted this to continue to its ultimate conclusion. Recollections of their joint debauchery sent pinpricks of seething lust shooting through her shuddering body. His sucking mouth and lapping tongue caused whorls of rapture to cascade through her quivering form.
Somehow she had to rationalize her enjoyment of all this. She had to convince herself she was doing this merely to get back those two last photos back and thereby keep her newfound marital happiness. Yes, yes, that was it! She was doing this to keep her husband from finding out, and eventually divorcing her. She was so sure about it, she bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting the blood that oozed from the bite. Yes, the taste of her blood was enough to convince her she was being punished for her infidelity.
Somehow, in some way, everything would work out. In a little while she would be back with her husband, and would never have to worry about this horrible man again.
"Thatta way, kid," Mike smirked as he whispered into her pussy, his voice seemingly traveling through a hollow interior and reaching her ears as if from within. "This is really showing them some stuff. I knew you had it in you. You're terrific!"
Yeah! She was one fabulous female, all right. She was more attractive that any other cunt he'd ever fucked-which helped keep the old stick solid, but inside she was no less a woman. If anything, she was more feminine, and her needs were there, even if she didn't want to admit it. She was as eager to be fucked as any hooker, but she had beauty that created a regality that made her continually more exciting than any other female he had ever known.
As far as Mike Refizzo was concerned, adultery was not something wrong. Hell, no! It was a way of life! Jesus! What was the big deal? So he dipped his wick a little, so what? Cunts weren't sacred objects. There was no reason to think any broad, any broad at all, even one as sexy as this one-who was capable of bringing dead cocks back to life-to think she was too good to become a part of it all.
So she was happily married to some other guy, so what? All he was doing was giving her a little variety. Hell! If he was better than her husband, then he was doing her a favor and letting her feel a really great stick for a change. If he wasn't as good as her husband, then she would obviously be able to appreciate the man that much more.
Ann gasped, not knowing whether it was with shame or delight as her own hands wandered up and down his back, titillating his flesh as surely as she would have teased that of her own husband. She dragged the points of her blazing red fingernails up and down, thinking of them as tiny daggers, wishing she was able to plunge them into the man's heart from behind.
Feeling her nails graze his spine, Mike experienced a new surge of power charging through his throbbing loins-as if there had never been a period of impotency in his life. He pushed his hardened cock against the soft fleece of her pelvis. Ann, unable to control herself, ran her fingers along his flat, hairy buttocks, then slid them around front to grab his twitching penis. His nostrils were quivering, dilating because he was inhaling the richness of her tantalizing flesh. Then his mouth was pressing against hers, crushing her lips, parting them as his stiffly slick tongue sank into the unresisting openness of her oral cave.
Shrieking for some kind of shuddering release as tiny lances of flame seemed to penetrate her shuddering skin-skin flushed a soft red under the arc lights, her slender body jerked and shoved itself upward against him. Even though that hidden corner of her mind tried berating her and insisting she stop her insidious behavior, the memory of the overpowering orgasms he had brought about in her, overrode any possible pangs of conscience. She wanted another of those magnificent climaxes.
Her burning, clutching fingers were tightly gripping his throbbing length of hard cock. This was the first time she had actually voluntarily touched it, and it had to be in front of hundreds of witnesses. God! She felt even more excited as her hand pulled on the length of flesh hose, milking the organ to even greater heights of lascivious arousal. The more she continued yanking on it, the more her conscience demanded her to stop, and the more she fought to ignore her conscience. The hot, loose outer skin she was pulling back and forth over the pulsating head of fleshy rubber, feeling more excited and sensuous than she had ever felt in her previous sexual encounters-even those with her husband. For though she loved her husband, she was fast discovering there was a whole world of things David had to learn when it came to sexual arousal.
Also, Refizzo did have this fantastic horse-cock, and how she wished her husband had so monumental an organ, for as big as she had once believed David's organ to be, was now how small she believed it to be, though in reality her husband was better built than most men-something she would learn before the night was over when she would see more than one erection. Most would be plunging into other women, but she would be taking at least one other, herself, perhaps two, maybe more.
"Uh ... yeahhhh ... that's good ... really good...." Mike complimented, his voice whispering in her shell-shaped ear, while her soft, tugging fingers continued manipulating that massive engine between his thighs.
She was falling insanely in love with his cock. It was a crazy thing! She detested the man and adored his appendage. It made no sense whatsoever.
His hands tantalizingly slid along the smoothness of her soft, white flesh, slowly centering on the bullseye between her lovely thighs. He felt the wet coral inner lips hidden beneath the silken forest of sparse ebony curls, and he was aware of her lifting her hips, anxious to feel his fingers against her pulsing feminine foramen.
Ann's brain continued churning insanely, uncontrollably as she ached to feel his tingling fingers touch the flaccidity of her pink flesh. Without thinking, she spread her thighs wide apart, gasping as his groping fingers twined themselves in her pubic hair. God! She was becoming addicted to the man's touch, and this was horrible, because she thoroughly despised Mike Refizzo, the man. His forefinger slowly slid into her wet crevice, sliding up and down until it touched the budding little pearl, itself. She felt her clitoris throb against the ball of his finger, and she sighed. She humped her tight vagina against the pressure of the man's index digit, moving hurriedly, wanting to feel even more tingling sensations run rampantly through her quaking body. Yet somehow she knew he was degrading her, making fun of her, showing her off in front of everyone, letting them see how strongly the sexual animal thrived in her body.
Abruptly she yanked her shuddering vagina away from the pressure of his driving fingers. She pulled away and rolled herself into a ball, insisting she not let him degrade her anymore.
"The people are getting impatient," Mike snapped at her, and he slapped her buttocks hard, the echo resounding throughout what was now a totally silent nightclub. "They want to see how completely wanton you can get, honey."
"No!" she screamed at him, trembling inwardly. "Don't!"
"Straighten out, then!"
"No!"
For some reason she felt more naked at this moment, tightly curled in a ball than she had when spread out for him to feel. Her wickedness was starting to reach her.
"Sit up!" he ordered.
With her eyes clouded by tears, the lovely brunette sat up on the bed that was on stage and stared down at her naked thighs. Her fear was not what the man would do to her, but of the burning arousal simmering inside her. She was unable to control these emotions. Rather, they were controlling her, and Mike Refizzo was controlling them. Flaming desire filled her, surging through her, and sooner or later this desire would be her ruination unless she was able to make it work only when she was with her husband. The only way to do that would be to destroy this man who had built these desires to such a high level in her in the first place. Yes, somehow, in some way, she had to completely destroy Mike Refizzo. Here he was, proving to a whole nightclub filled with people that he was a great stud-more to ease his own mind, since he had only recently been impotent. Well, she'd let him prove his masculinity, and then she would proceed to outlast, and drain him. When he was weaker than she, she would find some way to get back at him.
At the moment, Mike Refizzo didn't feel anything remotely resembling friendliness. He was burning with anger because she was making him look foolish in front of these people. Hell! He was tired of playing games with this cunt. She was hotter than a fucking firecracker, and here, in front of all these people, she had the balls to tell him to leave her alone? Shit on that! This fucking chick had better learn he was the damned boss, and she had better learn it in a hurry, or the world would see those final two photos he had of her sucking on Robert Lander's cock. The best thing to do would be to teach her a lesson in front of all these people. That would restore his macho image in his own eyes. Jesus! This was the last "act" on the agenda, so he had one helluva long time to teach this bitch her lesson.
The man rose to his knees and was suddenly beside her on the bed. She pressed her elbows into the mattress beneath her and lifted herself up a little, noticing the solidity of his pulsating penis as it stood well away from his muscular, hairy body, pointing directly at her tear-stained face. It looked like a rigid ramrod of solid gristle as it stood out from beneath his bristly brush of dark-brown hair. Lord! In the spotlight that cock looked longer, thicker, and stiffer than ever. It was monstrous, making her tear-filled eyes widen with the arousal she had been trying to dampen. The flames in her cunt were hotter than ever, and desire became more heavy as the oven of her damp cunt blazed like a kiln. All this was due to the sight of his pulsating wand. It was this self-same cock that had almost ripped her apart a few days earlier before "giving her the single most explosive orgasm of her entire life.
"Dear Annie," the man whispered angrily, making sure she was the only who heard him, "if you feel like playin' games, just remember, the longer this takes, the longer we're gonna be here, and the more you're gonna be on display." Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her midnight hair, and tugged.
"Ouch!" she screamed, the men in the audience applauding as her hands reached for her head in a futile attempt to make him loosen his hold. "Don't!" she begged. "Don't!"
"Why is it you bitches always scream 'don't' until we do," he yelled aloud, "and then you're always beggin' for more. I think it's time all broads came to an understanding with all guys. This equal rights crap is just that, crap. You cunts have to learn your place is around our cocks, and nowhere else!"
The men roared their approval and the women who were watching hissed as Ann gasped, "You bastard! I'll get you!"
Sobbing, she pulled her hair from his grasping hand and fell away from him, falling onto her back, exposing her wide-open cunt to his eyes, as well as those of the audience. She whimpered, feeling pain in her head from his having tugged on her hair as he came close to her, his eyes glowing like hot coals. Why the devil did he have to show off in front of all these people? It was bad enough when they were alone, but now he was completely insufferable. Why didn't he try to behave with a modicum of decency. Since he had her where he wanted her, all he had to do was ask nicely, and she would have done anything.
"Now tell everyone here, who is God right now? Come on, tell 'em!"
"You, damn it, you!" she screamed at him.
Totally humiliated by her shameful admission, she gasped when he put her hand on his cock and made her rub it back and forth.
"That's enough jerking," he said, magnanimously. "Stop!"
She quickly obeyed. He reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and forced her to lie on her belly. Her breasts rubbed against the coarse sheets on the bed, grateful her perspiration didn't make her skin adhere to it.
Not quite understanding what Refizzo wanted, she let her cheek rest against the pillow as he raised her buttocks for all the audience to see. Lying as she was, with her ass up in the air, she felt him mounting her from behind, dragging his heatedly burning phallus along the insides of her trembling thigh.
She wondered what he was thinking of doing as she sensed the rubber head of his pulsing organ sear a fresh path of leaking juices in its wake as it moved higher. The wet, coral labia of her shuddering vagina involuntarily opened, half-expecting the pulsing knob of his hard cock to be thrust into them. But from the up-and-down wiping movement of his penile point, she sensed he wasn't ready to thrust into her just yet.
The heated tip pushed through her anal channel, rubbing between the cheeks of her delectable ass. The tight, white orbs of her rounded buttocks quivered as she wondered just what it was this man had in mind.
He pushed the seething head of his swollen cock through her narrow crevise, rubbing it up and down the full length of her tight asscrack. Then he pushed the tip against her anus and pushed-once, twice, a third time, seemingly searching for some kind of opening in the back passage-that tightest of all her body's openings.
Oh God! Not that! Anything but that!
She gasped as the hardness of his rubbery dome pressed against the smaller-than-dime-sized opening. It was as if his cock were a key searching for the keyhole of her sphincter.
He pressed harder, and Ann began feeling a new, different kind of pain. It was pain she had never known before. Yet mixed with it was a new thrill, the thrill of discovery, and she shuddered as he pressed even harder. Sweat sheeted her lovely body, brought out by a combination of what was being done to her, the hot light playing down on her, and the aphrodisiacs mingling in her body. She gasped, feeling the swollen, shuddering cock push at the crinkled brown ring that was her asshole, trying to stretch it enough to open it. It pressed harder, and she involuntarily tightened up, squeezing to keep his cock from getting into the narrow strait of her ass.
There was more of the new pain, and her mind was filled with confusing ideas as more pleasure mingled with the agony while the head of his throbbing cock continued teasing her rectal orifice, making her clench and unclench the dough-nut-like muscle in time to the way her heart was pounding maddeningly in her breast. The red tip of his twitching phallus felt hot, seeming to burn her soft flesh. She heard him grunting and puffing and then he wrapped his arms tightly around her knees to keep them from slipping from under her. When he was certain her knees would remain under her, he reached forward and squeezed her jiggling breasts. He all but crushed them in his pressing palms as he speared his cock against the narrow opening that was her sphincter. But no matter how hard he tried, it was obvious it wasn't going to get in, this way.
Abruptly, he leaped off the bed, spun it around-it was on wheels-so that she faced his cock as he stood sideways, and he said loud enough for the entire audience to hear, "That asshole is too tight. We need to lubricate my cock before it'll fit inside."
Lubrication? What did he intend doing, covering it with butter from one of the tables? She stared at the penis, unable to understand what he was talking about for the moment, but as he pressed the head of the organ toward her mouth, she understood only too clearly, since the audience was cheering him on.
Slowly, unwillingly, Ann parted her red lips and eased her pink tongue from the depths of her mouth. She wetted the head with her saliva, licking it around and around and around. As she sucked on it, more astounded than ever at its breadth, she mentally noted the differences between this penis, her husband's and that of the young boy scout, Robert Lander. Aside from the differences in size and thickness, there was a difference in the flavors of the oils seeping from each penis, as well as a difference in the meaty taste. Her tongue wrapped itself around the cherry-colored head, and she realized more and more of the lubricity was oozing from the penile point. The ache between her thighs intensified, and none of this seemed real to her. Her lips hooded the phallus tightly, sucking harder and harder on the pulsing organ.
"Aaannnnggg hhhuuunnnng!" she gasped as he rammed.
It was too big, much too big! If he finally did manage to cram that monster into her behind, he would rip her interior flesh to shreds. She rotated her lovely buttocks in the hope of escaping, but he pushed harder and managed to lodge the tip inside her sphinctral opening. She felt the cock, oiled with her own saliva, but she was still certain it was too large and she wouldn't be able to take it.
His hand slid under her and encircled her belly, the fingers reaching through her ebony hair to the bud of her enlarged clitoris. The instant his fingers touched it, she leaped back just a little, gasping as she slammed her buttocks against his thighs, feeling the hot, throbbing knob press a little deeper into the center of her anal opening. Damn him! He was going to do it! The roar of the people behind her was deafening as they cheered him on, and she knew he was going to fuck that monstrous cock of his into the tiny asshole she had back there. It wasn't right, damn it! It wasn't right! But that finger massaging her clitoris ... oooo-hh ... that felt good ... really good ... aahhhh ... yesss ... so good ... so good ... so good ... oh, no, no ... he was going deeper into her ass ... n-o-o-o-o-o!
"Don't!" she whimperingly begged, wanting him to withdraw his cock while continuing to massage her cunt with his finger.
The sensations rampantly running through her quaking, extended clitoris had taken total control of her, becoming the master of her body. It seemed to guide her physical self against the wishes of her conscious mind, seeking total sexual gratification but without pain. Still, if pain was the only way for her to achieve that gratification at the moment, then so be it. Her clitoris seemed to order her buttocks to stop twitching, and that was when her tiny, tight sphincter relaxed, just a little. She thought he would take instant advantage and cram it right in, but he didn't. He let his penis rest where it was for a moment, and as the seconds continued passing, her sphincter slowly but surely continued relaxing and opening a little more. She actually seemed to enjoy the tickling wetness leaking from the point of his throbbing glans.
"Just stay relaxed," he said out loud, "don't tighten up now."
A few more seconds passed, and then he began to slowly push inward.
"Ggghhhaaa uurrgggghh hhhaaaaggg!" she gasped, feeling breath fill her chest.
Her white, rounded orbs trembled with lustfilled sensations as they pressed flatly back against the hairy thighs. Electricity seemed to be shooting through her helpless body as her conscience once again shouted for her to resist. But this time she knew she dared not obey that conscience. The swollen stiffness of the cock, shoving forward, continued filling her defenseless rectum.
It hurt! Damn it! It hurt just as her husband's cock had hurt when he had tried making love to her each time he had fucked her cunt for a dozen years. But this time Ann was determined not to allow the hurt to get the better of her. This time she was going to master the pain, because if this man was able to do it to her, then she would be able to let her husband do it to her as well. If it was possible to overcome pain in the vagina, then it was also possible to overcome pain in the rectum, no matter how narrow she was back there. She would respond to what he was doing, screwing her hips back against his groin, feeling him push that much deeper into her as it widened her narrow rectal passageway.
He was so long, the head of his cock not only filled her rectum, but began pushing into her large intestine, as well. It sank deeper and deeper, and still the base of his cock wasn't rubbing against her hairy cuntlips. But now she wanted it. She wanted all of it! She had to be filled with every last swollen inch of that overlong, overthick mast of unbelievable human muscle.
She twitched her quivering white asscheeks to one side, then to the other, trying to force the masculine probe that much deeper into the narrow rear channel, feeling all kinds of fiery pain, certain it would eventually subside if only because she was willing it to happen. She gasped and grunted as he pushed against her rounded, upraised buttucks, squirming in the hope of burying even more of him deeper inside her, despite the fact that the realization came to her that she had managed to take every last bit of his pulsing pole into her. Her conscience consistently berated her, but more quietly now, losing strength with each passing moment, telling her she ought to be ashamed for behaving in so lascivious a manner. She was surrendering to the wanton ripplings in her tingling body, giving in to those obscene impulses riddled with sex. Inwardly she was crying, for she was no longer merely placating Refizzo. She was doing this for herself, and so was losing her own true innocence.
Despite all she had been through with her husband, her mind had been pure and clean and good because she had limited herself to her husband, and that, painful as it had been, had been right. Ever since that time with Robert Lander she had started sliding downhill. Granted that sucking the boy's cock had alleviated her of the agony that had encompassed her for twelve years, but at the same time she had started on the downhill slide, away from innocence. She was no better than any common tart-a trollop in the worst sense, a whore!
Mike Refizzo felt the way her buttocks were twitching, and he knew beyond any shadow of a doubt he had her where he wanted her. He rested for a moment, leaving the full length of his thickly throbbing phallus inside her. The bloated head was far into her colon and his hand was still wrapped around her stomach, continued toying with the extension that was her clitoris. He tormented her, building her inner sexual desire to greater peaks than ever. Pressing his thighs all the more firmly against her rounded ass-cheeks, he began rotating his cock in the depths of her rectum and colon, massaging her ravaged anal tube.
You deserve all this, her conscience snapped at her as she felt pain. Yes, she deserved all the anguish she was feeling and the agony she was undergoing, for all the wickedness to which she had succumbed she deserved more agony.
Yes, she thought, split me wide open with your thrusting cock. Punish me for my salacious wickedness. Punish me for the sensations I'm now enjoying, but please let me go on enjoying them while Im being made to suffer my well-deserved torture.
Slowly pushing her buttocks back, feeling more pain as the man continued reaming his cock into her behind, pressing the throbbing lance of white fire into the burning depths of her clinging rectum, she tried hard to suck his testicles into her, as well, thinking such bloated swells would really cause her pain. But the best she was able to do was feel the hairy, swollen, sac-encased spheres rub against the pouting lips of her leaking vaginal split while his massaging finger continued massaging her extended clitoris, enhancing her inner passions that much more. She felt her heart thumping loudly in her breast as she rammed her buttocks back at him again and again.
The perverted scoutmaster was being cheered on by the viewing crowd as he continued wildly undulating his hips, doing his best to keep time with the groping pressure of her lewdly thrusting white buttocks. He managed to tug his cock back a little bit, then he pushed it forward as fast and as hard as he was able, once again ramming into her tight anal depths, sinking his hard pike as far into her intestine as was humanly possible. He was almost totally overcome by the crushing pressure of her tight ass. Jesus! This was some spectacular ass. Before he had lost his potency, he had fucked some young girls in the ass, not wanting to risk getting them pregnant, and small and young as they had been, neither had possessed an asshole this tight. Jesus! This was an ass to end all asses. He was getting the wildest, perverted thrill out of ramming his thrusting phallus as far into this ass as was humanly possible, stretching her tightly crunching rectal walls to their limit without actually breaking any skin. He had never had himself an erection this hard and this long before, and he thought that he was making up for lost time. Yeah, there was something about Ann Corso that had his cock pulsating with thrilled desire as never before.
Believing herself deservedly skewered for allowing this man to shame her by bringing her to this nightclub and showing off her nakedness to all these people, Ann clamped her mouth tightly shut, refusing to beg or plead any longer. Even if she were split in half, right up the middle, she would endure her agony in silence, for it was her own stupid fault that she was here in the first place. Accepting that what she had done with Robert Lander was unavoidable at the time, she should have had the good sense to lock every door in the house so no one would be able to get in without her knowing about it. Even then, succumbing to this blackmail had been her own fault. Even if it meant losing David, she ought to have had the courage to refuse what this jaded scoutmaster had wanted. Yes, she deserved this punishment.
Punishment? If this was punishment, what had happened to all that pain she had been feeling? That well-deserved agony that had been tearing through her backside was now gone, but the thick cock was still buried in the deep slot between her two quivering white orbs, nestling as far into her rear passage as it was possible for the penis to fit. But all the torment, all the tearing, all the horror was suddenly gone, replaced by an overwhelming, heated, lustful sensation-a sensation she had felt in her vagina when Refizzo had fucked her there. Was it possible for a woman to feel the same kind of thrills in her rectum that she felt in her vagina? Desire continued rippling maddeningly through the shameless interior of her now well-oiled rectum, oiled by the leaking lubrication oozing from his penis. The shameless interior of her well-stuffed rectum quivered with delight as the thick penis within rummaged in and out. The salacious desire was mounting more and more rapidly, joining the blazing fire being built by his finger as it continued rubbing her clitoris.
She was more than happy to obey his unworded command as his free hand tugged her knees out from beneath her, forcing her to fall down flat on her belly on the bed, her legs still spread wide, giving the audience a clear view of the way Mike's cock continued pumping into her rectal opening. She was no longer kneeling like some kind of bitch in heat. Even if he was fucking her in the ass in front of so many people, there was some modicum of dignity, and she lost the feeling that she was some mindless animal. The roughness of the sheets beneath her, added to the wonderful savage force of his powering cock both swallowed up her quivering body with sensations at the same time, causing her salaciously aroused nerve-endings to tingle with blast after blast of lascivious delight. Because of the way she flatly lay on the ,mattress, she was no longer able to thrust her asscheeks back, while he rammed his staff ever deeper, sinking it to the limit inside her clutching asshole. His hard, hairy pelvis rubbed against the wonderful moons of Ann's ass, and his weight crushed her firm, wobbling breasts all the more solidly into the mattress, flattening them for a brief moment.
Each time he tugged back a little, her rounded asscheeks would spring back to their original shape, then they seemed to felate when he powered the massively throbbing dong deep into the narrowness of her less than dime-size anal opening. All pain had completely vanished, replaced by a mad, insatiable flaming desire, but her dazed conscience was crying, sobbing because she was no longer being punished. She was overwhelmed with an inundation of self-degradation because she was surrendering her body to the lowest form of sexual slavery, and it was being witnessed by a whole crowd of people. Her conscience ached to have her pay for it, but the simple truth was, she knew none of the people in the audience, and they would never see her again after tonight. Her mouth opened as she gasped and sighed, but no one heard her because she was facing away from the audience, an audience that stared at the moving phallus continually powering into her shuddering body. She wanted more, more, much more.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she continually gasped as he kept on nailing the thick length of his wicked cock into the narrowness of her anal passageway. "Shove it in!" she cried out. "Deeper! Make me feel it! Deeper! Doit!"
Her pleading words seemed to pound into his lust-maddened brain, and he began stroking more and more frantically, ramming his cock into her asshole with more and more powerful strokes. Her anal chamber gripped his phallus and squeezed it, all but crushing it, making it vibrate with thrills, He grunted each time her sphincter surrounded the base of his cock, squeezing in an attempt to vacuum his balls inside, as well. All the while his hand remained locked beneath her, the finger continuing to massage the throbbing nubbin of her inflamed and shuddering clitoris.
Ann realized the time had come for her to stop feeling sorry for herself. There was nothing she was able to do as far as fighting this man off. In fact, she didn't really want to fight him off. She loved frenzied fucking, thrilling to the feel of a cock, whether in her cunt, her mouth or in her ass. She had become a total wanton slave to the demands of her screaming body. She was totally naked, wonderfully naked, and the people in front of whom she was on display thought she was good-looking enough so that they had applauded when Reffizo had shown her nakedness to them. Suddenly she felt uninhibited. She was a person alone, unable to expect help from anyone and all she would be able to salvage from this was the feeling she was getting as the hard cock continued ravaging her helples rectum.
Refizzo felt his throbbing penis moving very easily through her narrow elastic interior anal tunnel. He had really opened up this tight orifice, at least for the moment, but he had no doubt it would shrink right back to its former size once his cock was withdrawn. That was what had happened with the two young chicks he had ass-fucked. It was his own oozing fluids that helped his stiff cock ease its way back and forth in her shuddering tunnel.
Totally out of control with the maddening urges shooting through her, the lady's slender pillarly thighs tightened, and her calves jerked up vertically on either side of the fucking scoutmaster, her heels kicking back, urging him to fuck her all the more deeply. Her thighs twitched and trembled, loosening her ravaged asshole even more permitting the depraved and sodomizing Refizzo to slam another crushing, walloping blow against the wonderfully shuddering balloons of her helpless rear, driving every last inch of thrusting penis all the way into the ravaged depths of her colon.
She sighed, feeling the thrilling pressure shooting through her obscenely aroused loins, gasping out loud, groaning her delight. It felt so wonderful she hoped he would never stop.
Feeling marvelously helpless, aroused by the continual thrust of his pummeling penis into her defenseless rectum, Ann told her conscience that even without the pain, she was receiving some kind of just punishment. What in the world was more degrading than to be used this way by a man she hated and in front of witnesses? She lay flat on her belly, her white, perspiring asscheeks trying to hump all the higher into the air while he continued slamming his massively aching phallic prong into her seething rear channel with the crazed power of a Great Dane in heat.
Back! she snapped her buttocks as she moved! Back!
Back! Side to side! Fuck that cock faster! Faster! Harder!
Her commands were to her frenzied hips as she continued writhing like a trapped snake on the bed to the cheering yells of the audience, and it all aroused the fucking scoutmaster that much more.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, her cry drowned out by the roar of the people watching as they yelled encouragement to the man fucking her ass. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me like the bitch I am! Fuck me as I deserve to be fucked!"
Pressure was building in two places at once-in the clitoris that his finger was massaging with such violence, and in her rectum as his cock continued pounding in and out of the back channel. There was going to be two orgasms in her body, and they would strike at the same time, melting into a single climax, so that she was certain her body would explode with sensation. Yes, she was going to come in her ass-something she would have never believed possible until just now. It was building higher and higher, and she was wriggling totally out of control, feeling the sensation coming ... coming ... coming ... NOW!
"EEEYYYYAAAII AAHHGGG HHHAA OOHH-HHNN WWWWAAAAHH AHHHG IIIIEEE RR-RHHHGGG UUMMMMMM UUMMM NNNGGHH GGOODDD NNUUNNN KKAAAHHGG!" she shrieked, bellowing so loud she was heard above the cheering throng as the pressure within her, the swelling balloon of uncontrollable rapture enlarged within her and burst its ultimate release through her tensed and aching vaginal muscles, while sizzling arcs of stormy lightning blasted through her rectal nerve endings at the same moment.
The sensations within her were exploded hydrogen bombs of wanton gasping, and her crime, as well as the punishment she deserved for having initially committed such an evil was completely blotted out as she spasmd repeatedly over and over, jerking, twitching, shuddering, flailing about on the bed, throwing her arms this way and that as her legs helplessly jerked out. White electricity slashed through her aching body, tearing at her tender brain. Her convulsing torso snapped again and again like a bullwhip, and soon the crowd roared with each convulsion as the brutal climax crashed through her to the very core, flooding all of her at once with its overpowering marvelousness.
The hot juices in her empty vagina began flowing heavily out of her, running over her labia, against her thighs, and onto the bedsheets below, dripping all over the fingers he was constantly pressing into her clitoris. The flow kept on pouring out, greasing his hand right to the wrist.
Mike Refizzo felt the smooth, oily burning fluid pour from her twitching, snapping vaginal lips, and he realized that she had enjoyed some kind of climax-something that hadn't happened with the two young girls he had assfucked. Good! It'd make things that much easier, because whether Ann realized it or not, he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. Hell, no! They had a whole late night of fucking ahead of them-them in this case referring to Ann, Refizzo, and others who would be joining in for the next round. Hell! His performing here tonight was his free passport into this club for a whole year after this, where he would be able to watch and participate when other men brought various women. Some men brought their wives, but Mike Refizzo had the good sense to bring a woman he didn't really care about.
Then he stopped thinking as he unleashed his own flood into the narrow trap of her ass, filling her colon with semen. He thrust his cock in and out the entire time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Refizzo rolled off of Ann, and she thought to herself that the ordeal was over. A tall balding man jumped on the stage, clasping his hands over his head, letting everyone know he was going to be next. Ann, seeing him, ought to have been horrified, but she was a slave to her passion-wracked body, and as the man undressed on the stage, displaying an erection that wasn't quite as large as her husband's, but still large enough, she knew she wanted it. He walked over to where she had risen to her knees on the bed, his cock pointing at her face, and Ann, without thinking pressed the phallic stem against her cheek, her fingers running up and down his hairy thighs, caressing his balls. Ann had become totally wanton at this point. It would be a night she would never forget, for she would be fucking like crazy, and it would stay in her memory for a lifetime, because it would be her last night of infidelity. Nothing mattered to her at the moment save to enjoy this new throbbing cock as the aphrodisiacs she had ingested burned full force inside her. Squeezing the rigidly pulsing spear, she kissed it with her lips and washed the throbbing tip with her tongue.
The hard cock was fiery and twitching, alive with need. It ached to be burried somewhere inside her. The swollen head of the cock eased between her parted lips, brushing the sharp tips of her white teeth. Ann wondered if all the man wanted was for her to wet his cock so he would shove it in some other part of her body as Refizzo had done. The pulsing of her own vagina made her feel the shuddering urgency in the throbbing cock, and she knew she wanted to suck it. Little by little the penile penetrator sank ever deeper into her mouth, filling it to capacity, for it was both long and thick enough to do so. Her saliva coated the penis trying to cool it off, but she only succeeded in inflaming him that much more. She sucked the rigid hardness again and again, listening to the balding man gasp as she sucked.
His hands pressed down on her lovely head as he slid onto the bed beside her, their profiles in full view to the audience. He was trying to jam the entire phallic muscle into her gullet. Ann knew this cock was both thinner and shorter than her husband's, yet she had no desire to feel this man attempt to strangle her with it, so she grasped the base with curling fingers and eased her head back a little. Then she began sucking and licking the inflamed head, bobbing her own head up and down that much faster.
Her lips tightly gripped the pinkish-red head, sucking the dripping colorless juices with the heat of her wet mouth. Her tongue licked against the underside of the phallus, enlarging the turgid flames in the shuddering man. Ann felt herself capable of sucking for hours.
Now she became determined to suck the entire length into her mouth. Her hands reached beneath him and gripped his buttocks, digging her nails into his asscheeks. Abruptly, she felt the mighty pole thrust itself upward, the head pushing into her gullet, and her cunt screamed for satisfaction. But satisfaction was denied her this time as the man bellowed, "HHAARRGGHH AANNEEEHH NNNNUUU GG-HHAAAA RRRRIIHH!" and fired a huge wad of white semen down her throat. She swallowed thirstily, trying to drink more, but she emptied him all too soon.
The furnace between her thighs became so hot, all else was blotted from her mind. Her eyes squeezed shut and she began rubbing fingers against her vagina. She was insane with the need for more satisfaction.
"Next!" the bald-headed man shouted, and Ann first realized what she was in for, but her excited body craved it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Another strange man, this one with shaggy black hair, was on the stage. He was also naked, and his cock, hard and pulsing, was slightly smaller than that of the balding man. He wasted no time, shoving her so that she fell on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed, facing away from the audience. That was when she realized there were large mirrors behind the stage, and though she was unable to see the audience, she was able to see what was happening to her, though looking at it with her head hanging upside-down. She was being pulled toward the black-haired man, her calves splayed out widely on either side of him, her thighs over his shoulders as he tugged her crotch closer and closer to his face.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she gasped, as the man sank fangs into her cunt, his oral digit leaping out and licking into the pink pandiculation, slurping her burning wetness, feeling her vaginal lips swell more and more. It was all so fabulous! Never before had she felt anything this delightful, though she was unable to figure out why since her cunt had been eaten before. She had no idea the aphrodisiacs were enhancing what she was feeling.
Her hands gripped the man's black hair, anxious to pull his entire face into her gaping womanly opening. He responded by pressing his face deeper into her shuddering cuntal slash, feeling her fleecy vaginal hairs brush his cheeks and forehead. His tongue licked up and down, searching, seeking, lapping through her simmering vaginal cave, reaching upward for her clitoris.
"Ghhhuuunnn hhhaaann ggghhhaaaa!" she yelped, feeling more small erupting Shockwaves of delight as his tongue locked at the ultra-sensitive bead of flesh. The tormented bud throbbed insanely, fully erect and more sensitive than ever before. A minor climax rumbled through her and she ought to have felt some small relief, but she didn't. She had to come again, bigger, better, more. She had to have a series of orgasms, topped with an ultimate culmination. She was aware of his smooth mouth kissing her belly, moving up to her breasts, and then she sensed the rapant solidity of his pulsing cock along her inner thighs reaching for her aching cuntlips.
The man above her was sexually certain of himself. He guided his pulsing cock into position, letting it slide back through the wet crack once to tease her, then he crammed the head down and pushed, guiding it to the entrance of her starving cunt. Slowly, carefully, he shoved his phallic wand forward, the pulsing head moving through the rich, pink inner lips, parting her crevice. Then it was moving into her tight vaginal passageway, filling her body. Her inner vaginal muscles tightly crushed the length of it as it slid in, creating that much greater resistance.
Ann wrapped her arms around this man and tugged her cunt upward, trying to swallow up more of his hard cock. The penis was all the way in now, then running out. In, then out, in, then out. Each stroke fired her sucking feminine swamp up that much more. She rammed her open, upraised twat against his groin, clenching her trap-like inner muscles around the inflamed steampole as it repeatedly sank into the burning depths of her quivering tightness. Her cunt actually sucked his cock into her flaming inner inferno, giving the man no respite, forcing him to continue pounding into her. The audience went wild.
His finger reached down and began titillating the asshole Refizzo had recently fucked. In, then out, in and out, as the finger dug into her rectum, sliding in easily because of the sperm still in there.
Her thighs clamped themselves tightly around his body and with a firm grip on him, she spun to her left. The two almost fell off the head of the bed. He had to straighten out his legs to keep himself from falling. He leaped to his feet with Ann still impaled on him as her thighs wound themselves tightly around his waist.
"Shit! This is too good not to join in!" another male voice shouted, and a man leaped from the audience ripping off his clothes as he came on stage. His hair was silver, and he had an oblong face with a long nose. The man walked over to where the other man was standing with Ann glued to his cock, her ass sticking out behind her.
"On the bed," the silver haired man insisted.
The black-haired man staggered over to the bed and fell onto his back with Ann on top of him, humping away insanely. She realized what the silver haired man wanted, but she was so far gone with the need for orgasm, she ignored him as he kneeled behind her and pressed his cock against her oozing asshole.
The penis rammed into her with a wicked kind of fury as he pressed what was a fairly thick cock into her sphincter, stretching it again. Had it not been for the cock in her cunt, narrowing her anal tube, she would have been able to handle the cock in her ass with no trouble at all. The white haired man continued forcing his pulsing phallus into her rear as she remained with her cunt speared by the black haired man's cock. The pressure in her rear was excruciating.
"Uuunnnnnnggghh! Aaahheeeiii! she gasped, as the black haired man's head thumped insanely on the mattress beneath him.
Her arms and legs were no longer wrapped about the man beneath her, but were flailing helplessly around as more and more of the thick protuberance in her rear pushed into her. She writhed pathetically, feeling the heavy penis move strongly back and forth in her rear tunnel, widening her rectal interior even more.
It was the continual roar of the watching audience that made Ann forget the pain she was feeling. Torrents pleasurable filled both her vagina and asshole-torrent of hard flesh. She gasped with unbelieving delight as she rammed her body down against the cock of the black haired man, feeling him fill her anguished tunnel with his stroking organ. Then she lifted her ass and slammed against the white haired man, while yet a third cock came from seemingly nowhere and pushed itself into her mouth, making her suck.
She sucked the cock in her mouth with strong pulls of her jaws, and the cock was spurting, and she was swallowing, and even before the penis had a chance to shrink, another cock was taking its place, a thinner, longer cock that crammed itself all the way down her gullet, making her suck even harder. She wildly abandoned herself to everything she was feeling, fucking and sucking out of control, giving herself over totally to the enchantment filling her body. The cock in her ass was spurting semen into her large intestine, and it was mingling with the sperm that Refizzo had left there before. Then the deflated organ was pulling out, but another, thicker cock was ramming itself into her ass. She ignored the initial pain as the pleasure filled her with unbelievable rapidity. Pleasure continued tingling through her, causing her white flesh to vibrantly turn pink. This was going to be the most singularly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed. There had been good feelings before, but they were nothing compared to the intensity of the rising sensations in her body at the moment.
Ann knew she would never be the same person again. All the final repressions and fears, all the terrors were being washed away, and with it, the last of the pain was being removed, as well. Strange that it should take a truly detestable individual like Mike Refizzo to bring her to this new height of awareness. Yet she also felt a desire for revenge, because the man had gone about all this in such a primitive way.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she realized she was about to ride the crest of a monumental tidal wave of orgasm. She felt it building in the depths of her shuddering body as her mouth sucked and her ass clenched and her cunt tightened. Having experienced an anal orgasm a few minutes earlier, she was only too aware of how strong one might be. But it was mingling with the building orgasm in her cunt, and what was more, she also felt a mounting climax building in her throat. Her entire body was on the verge of an overpowering climax the like of which was going to be unbelievable. Electrifying sensations blasted through her rectum, her cunt, her gullet, and all three sensations came to a sizzling juncture in the middle of her body. She was aware of three cocks swelling and bloating-one in her vagina, one in her rear tunnel, and one on which she was anxiously sucking.
"Can't hold back any longer...." the black haired man beneath her gasped.
"Neither can I," said an unknown voice behind her, coming from a phantom body attached to the cock filling her ass.
"Here we go!" A voice in front of her said, making her aware the cock in her mouth had swelled to almost double its thickness.
She felt the thick penis in her rectum starting to wildly spew heavy contents from the man's body into her depths, the fluid mingling with the fluids of two other cocks as a body kept slamming into her buttocks again and again, making her rubbery cheeks bounce wildly. The malebone kept burying itself into her anal depths without pause.
FUCK BACK! GODDAMN IT! FUCK BACK!" the man was yelling.
Now it was time for the cock in her mouth. Her own body was so close to peaking, her muscles were clenching so hard it was impossible for the blood to retreat from either of the cocks in her lower body, and her lips sucked and pulled all the more strongly on the one in her mouth, until the man threw his head back and yelled, "OOOHHH ... UUUNNNHHH YYYE-EEAAAHHH GGGRRRRHHH UUUNNNNGGG HHHAAAAJJJEEEE OOOHHHHH NNNGGGRRR RRRGGHHHAAA!" and fired a huge wad of sperm into her throat.
She swallowed voraciously, the fluid falling into her belly as the head of his cock rubbed against those nerve-endings in her gullet a final time, and now all three orgasms in her body were set off in tandem. Her entire body was shuddering as never before. She was coming, no longer poised, but actually in flight as the wildest sensation of all time built in the depths of her quaking body.
"EEEEYYYAAA IIIEEEYY GGHHHAAADDD OOGHHHHUU NNGGGHHH UUUHHH UUNNGG YYIIEEKKK RRRHHHGGGHH UUUMMMM! she screamed tugging her mouth off the cock, letting sperm spew from her throat all over the man in front of her and the one below her as she all but erupted like volcano, shrieking mindlessly, her naked body vibrating and rocketing back and forth between the two cocks still in her lower holes. Tremors of unbelievably intense passion took total possession of her, her belly opening up and welcoming the puddles of sperm, tautening and rippling as she gasped and sucked air into her lungs. Her wantonly tensed body reached for more pleasure and seemed to find it each time she reached out.
"More!" she pleaded, "I need more!"
"The lady wants more," she heard the M.C. say to the crowd. "Come on men, step up, choose your hole, and fuck the lady senseless."
Other men replaced the ones who were leaving, and other cocks filled her cunt, her asshole and her mouth, and she was ramming back and forth as she sucked until oblivion claimed her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
She was back in the scout camp clearing now. Awake, she stared at the roof of the tent. Her body felt filled with fluid, and she had to empty it. A makeshift latrine for the women had been made in the woods, so she went and used it.
On her way back, she encountered Mike Refizzo, half-dead from the looks of him, knocked out by all the drinking and fucking, but he had those last two pictures, and he handed them to her, mumbling something about her having really earned them.
His eyes were all but closed, and he wasn't watching where he was going. Instead of continuing into the woods, he turned and headed off to the right, toward the top of the fenced-in bluff. Ann didn't realize at first that he was unable to see where he was going. As he kept on walking, it dawned on her that something wasn't right, and her sleepy mind woke up enough to realize he might be in danger. Her hand crushed the photos he had given her, and she tore at them as she ran after Refizzo, trying to catch up to him. But she was exhausted, and she stumbled over a root, falling on her face. Looking up, she saw the scoutmaster reach the fence. It stopped him, but only for a moment. He didn't stop to think why the fence was there. It was a barrier, and he needed to get over the barrier, so he climbed it, and suddenly stepped off into space. He was so tired, he didn't make a sound on the way down.
Ann was the one who screamed. Her scream woke up the assistant scoutmasters and the scouts, all of whom came running over to her. She pointed to the top of the bluff, and some boys went running up there against the orders of the assistant scoutmasters. It was daylight, and Mike Refizzo's body was very clearly visible, below.
When the police arrived, Ann told them what had happened, and a few days later, after a quick inquest, it was decided that Mike Refizzo met death due to accidental causes.
Robert Lander never did come around to see Ann again. She often wondered why, but she was smart enough not to try and find out why. Later, she would learn he had taken up with four girls closer to his own age.
Because of her experience at the hidden nightclub, Ann became a true artist when it came to cocksucking and allowing her husband to sodomize her. David never did know what came over his wife, but he loved every bit of it. Though his cock wasn't as thick as that of the dead scoutmaster, Ann learned to rapidly compensate for it by strengthening her vaginal muscles and her anal muscles, as well as her tightly pulling jaws. She was able to make her interior so tight, a pin would have had difficulty finding its way into her had she wished. As a result, she and her husband enjoyed one another more thoroughly than other, far more sexually experienced couples, because the adeptness Ann had learned stayed with her forever.
David was too smart to question his good luck. Ann had changed, completely for the better as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't going to ask why. All he knew was, he had the best woman in the entire state of Maine, and he intended enjoying her.
