The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest ... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
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"Tim, are you coming to bed ... you've been staring at that paper for the last half hour?" Mantly Jensen sat up in bed. Wisps of her long red hair fell forward into her big green eyes, and she brushed them back as she looked across at her husband. She was afraid he was reading those swinging sex ads again. God, why couldn't he be satisfied with doing it the "right way"? He was always making all these suggestions about oral sex and other "perverted" things.
"Yeah ... just a minute ... I'm coming."
"Oh, Tim ... come on ... I have to be up at 6:00, don't forget," Mantly lit a cigarette, nervously. This was the eve of their vacation so why was she feeling so apprehensive. The vacation had been planned for over two months. When Tim and she had first seen the brochures advertising Warm Springs she was so excited. Tim had reserved a cabin immediately and they had talked about hiking in the woods and swimming in the therapeutic springs and how wonderful it would be just to get out of the city. All the arrangements had been made and then Tim told her that Bob Watson was getting his vacation at the same time. At first Mantly had been really happy that the Watson's were coming along. Bob's wife Betty was a lot of fun and she was sure that they would make a great foursome for the vacation.
When Tim and Mantly had first been transferred up to Portland from Chicago Bob and Betty had befriended them. Tim and Mantly had arrived in town not knowing a soul. Life was rather lonely for the young couple and then Tim had started talking to Bob at the food processors where he worked. The older man invited them over to meet his wife and since then they had spent many fun evenings together. It seemed like a super idea that the couples would spend their vacations together.
Betty and Mantly had shopped together for new clothes. They had been like two teenagers with their first allowances. Both had bought tiny string bikinis, shorts, sun dresses, and some sexy halter tops. Betty had questioned buying some of the apparel since she felt that maybe some of it was too young for her. Mantly had told her that she was crazy. Betty at 37 had the body of a 20 year old and Mantly at 19 admired the way Betty kept in shape.
Tim and Bob had bought fishing gear and everything was in readiness. It was too late now to back out, she thought miserably. How was she going to withstand two weeks with their so-called best friends in such close quarters? She didn't want to let them all know that she was no longer interested in going on the trip. It would be selfish to cancel all the arrangements, she decided, so she would just have to try and make the best of it for all concerned. Maybe she could spend most of the time up in the woods, by herself. She couldn't imagine how she was going to spend two weeks with these people. The trouble had started last Saturday night. All four had made reservations at Zorzo's, a terrific Italian restaurant, to finalize plans for the vacation. The wine flowed freely during dinner and after the meal they went into Zorzo's Gondola Bar and drank some liqueurs. They were all having such a great time that they wound up staying until the bar closed.
"Well, since we're getting kicked out of here ... why don't you and Mantly come over to our place for a nightcap?" Bob had said.
"Sure ... fine idea," Tim replied, without hesitating.
They all-left the bar laughing and singing and stumbling drunkenly down to the car, arms around each other. When they had reached the Watson's house they all piled out, still singing. Anyone for coffee, Betty had inquired. She was shouted down and everyone demanded brandy. Bob turned on the stereo and invited Mantly to dance. Mantly, flushed and slightly dizzy from the brandy happily accepted. As they danced around the living room Bob's arms gradually tightened around the young girl's waist. At first she had been happy about it. At least he was supporting her so she wouldn't fall over and make a fool of herself. But then she became aware that his pelvis was pushing against her and she could feel his hardening penis pressing against her tightly held pussy mound. I must be imagining things, she thought. This couldn't be happening ... why, Bob is Tim's best friend. It must be the liquor. But then Bob was backing her into the darkened dining area and pushing her against the doorway, his bulging cock pressing tightly between her thighs as his lips came down on hers. She tried to turn her face away but he held her firmly, his hand going down the front of her dress to her breast and his hips undulating against the front of her resisting body.
Dear God, she thought, squirming out of Bob's grasp ... what would Tim think? She ran past Bob back into the living room. And then she thought she would faint from shock. There right before her eyes was her husband with his fly open. He was sprawled on the sofa with Betty, her dress pulled up around her waist, her hand massaging Tim's cock while his fingers were busy fingerfucking her up between her openly spread legs.
It was like some horrible nightmare just thinking about it. The worst part had been Tim casually saying, "What's the matter, honey ... I thought you were with Bob?" What did he think she was, anyway? Mantly blushed now as she thought of how reluctant her young husband had been to leave the' lewdly smiling Betty on the couch still with her dress pulled up to her waist and her legs wide apart, ready to be fucked. She had cried hysterically all the way home and was at a loss to understand why her husband was behaving like this. He had actually suggested that swapping partners for the night might be really beneficial for everyone. Mantly had read about swapping but couldn't imagine her own husband wanting to indulge in such an unnatural practice.
Now, tomorrow she was to leave on the planned vacation. How was she ever going to face Bob and Betty let alone spend two whole weeks with them? Tomorrow morning she would get up at 6:00 a.m. and go to work. She had changed shifts with one of the other switchboard operators so she would be able to leave for Warm Springs by noon. She felt like calling her job and changing plans. Oh, it was all just impossible, she thought, dejectedly.
Tim finally put down the newspaper and came over and got into the big double bed. Seeing her sad little face he felt a momentary stab of guilt for the other night. Why should I feel guilty though, he thought to himself, she's the prude, not me.
"Come here baby," he said softly, reaching out to pull her to him. He grabbed her around the thighs, and heard her give a little squeal of surprise, as he squeezed her. He burrowed his face into the soft vee of her tiny belly, inhaling her flowery perfume. He let out a sigh, realizing that he too had been tense since Saturday's incident.
He felt her body stiffen and he lifted his head up. Seeing the earnest expression on his young wife's face and realizing that things would get progressively worse unless he apologized he said, "I'm sorry, honey ... about the other night ... I think we all just had too much to drink ... why don't you try to forget about it ... It's no big deal and certainly not worth ruining our vacation over."
"Okay, Tim ... I'll try but ... "
"No buts ... things can't go any way but up now," he said, as he began to expertly massage the small of Mantly's shapely back. "That feels so good," Mantly said. At last he was getting out of the sullen mood he had been in since Saturday. She arched her back and then dropping down a little, she let the ripe mounds of her firm young breasts envelop his face.
Mantly felt a little dizzy, the way she always did when she knew Tim was going to fuck her. She didn't know quite why but she guessed she was a little in awe of him ... it always seemed that he knew so much more about life than she. They had first met in Chicago. Mantly was just out of school working at O'Hare Airport for Courtesy Telephone. Tim was sales representative for a large food processing company. He was on his way to the company's head office but had missed his flight. He had started talking to the beautiful young redhead and invited her out to dinner the next week.
Mantly had been absolutely thrilled when the tall blond sales rep. asked her out. She met a lot of men at her job but thought most of them too fresh. This handsome young man seemed different.
They had dated for a few months and when he'd asked her to marry him, she accepted instantly. It would be nice to get a home of her own. Her parents were retired and wanted to travel so she would have been alone.
Silently, she reproached her parents for not preparing her for married life.
"Get closer," Tim said. The close proximity of the deliciously wafting feminine odors of the half-naked young wife were beginning to get to him. He hadn't fucked her since before the incident at Bob and Betty's, he realized.
Wordlessly, Mantly crept into Tim's strong arms. She felt shy and awkward, and a little frightened. After being married a whole year she still wasn't used to the fact that it was all right to open her legs to him. There still seemed to be something wicked about it ... something forbidden. She lay back on the bed, conscious of her blond husband's gaze as he bent over her prone body. She found it difficult to look him in the eye because of the bold things she could read in them.
"Tim, don't look at me like that," she cried. "Why not?" he asked. "You're my wife, aren't you?" He continued to study her fragile features, the pert nose that always amused him, her full soft lips and the creaminess of her complexion. His eyes swept down from her face to her shoulders, where the thin straps of her black nightdress slipped down on either side, revealing a wide expanse of alabaster flesh down to the deep shadowy indentation between her full, delicious young breasts. Beneath the transparency of her nightgown, he could make out the complete outline of her body, from the full brown tips of her breasts, about the size of silver dollars, to the splendid curve of her hips and thighs. Once again he thought how perfect her body was. Never had he seen a woman more beautiful. than she. He reprimanded himself for not making love to her more often. How stupid he had been to ignore her. He continued to stare at the sleekly gowned perfect body of his nineteen year old wife. He saw that she was blushing and becoming self-conscious during his long silence but he decided he would explore every naked little crevice of her body before fucking her crazy tonight. Kneeling beside her, he slipped his hands beneath her nightgown, letting his fingers slide upward along the silken surface of her gently rounded belly, until he reached the firmly rounded orbs of her huge white breasts. He clutched them, marveling at the feel of her large silken breasts in his hands, weighing them as though he were about to sell them on the market place, feeling their softness in his hands and flicking the thick rubber-like nipples until they became hard and erect.
"Oh!" Beneath him, Mantly squirmed and wriggled almost as though she wanted to get away from him. But the acute sensations emanating from her burning excited breasts were making her feel like anything but getting away. His lips came down to meet hers, and once more, she savored the bittersweet taste of his warm mouth. His lips were hard and thin, and yet, he seemed to make them do incredible things when he kissed her. His tongue snaked forward, parting her full red lips, meeting her own tongue inside and moving wetly within the confines of her mouth.
Still his hands continued their tantalizing kneading at her quiveringly taut breasts, and the combination of sensations made Mantly arch her back upward. Tim pressed down on her with his lean athletic body, finally removing his hands, to replace them with the hardness of his hairy masculine chest. He slipped his hands behind her back and pressed her down into the mattress.
"Oh, Tim," she said moaning into his mouth. His lips were running over her beautiful face, trailing wet lines of saliva across her cheeks, sliding back to her ear, down her neck and across her throat, while she whimpered helplessly, becoming caught up in a devastating wave of desire. He seemed to be all over her at once, and she found it difficult to breath. Her soft silky gown was crumpled uselessly up around her waist, exposing her naked cunt to him to do with as he wished ... and even though her eyes were closed, she could tell that he was taking off his pants. A violent thrill ran through her, as his hands returned to her body. She lay there before him, all of her exposed, her long shapely legs slightly parted. He tugged upward on her nightgown, and she lifted her arms up and felt his hands linger on her breasts as he whisked off the gown.
"Mantly ... Mantly ... you're so beautiful," he was whispering to her softly. "Just so young and beautiful." She could feel a tightness in her loins ... the tenseness of anticipation. It seemed that her thighs were trembling slightly, as a certain dampness expanded from the hair fringed little pussy slit between her long legs. Tim's fingers were traveling upward on her knee now, and she bit hard on her lower lip, as she realized that any second he would be nearing the downy nestling pussy that she harbored tightly between her trembling thighs. Nervously, she groaned and pushed the full roundness of her buttocks hard into the mattress, awaiting the moment when his fingers would reach her hotly moistening vaginal hole.
"Oh, God," she thought. "It's been too long since Tim touched me up between my legs." She could now feel the accumulative effects of desire making her feel weak and soft inside. She felt the vulnerable area of her soft-haired pussy quivering as he smoothed along the skin of her upper thighs. Why was he taking so long?
She began to moan and tremble all over with excitement. He was almost there ... Suddenly his thick fingers brushed the mound of her warm pussy, and she thought she would melt with joy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Mantly sighed and let the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Tim's lips nibbled once more at her and she felt his weight crushing down on her breasts again. She parted her trembling legs ever so slightly and at the same second, Tim's middle finger slipped into the soft hair-fringed folds and crevices of her openly throbbing cunt. Tim grunted into her mouth as he excitedly felt how wet it was, and let the tip of his finger slide slowly along his young wife's wide open inner lips within the shallow nakedness of her baby-tight pussy. The short fleecy curls tickled his invading fingers as he parted them with slow, teasingly hot strokes, creating a burning friction within Mantly's moistly seeping pussy that made her cry out with pleasure. Deftly, he slipped his middle finger down the soft, moist slit of her pussy lips, splaying them open slightly ... enough to allow his finger to find the pulsingly erect little titty of her clitoris, which he massaged with gentle yet firm authority. It was vibrantly hard, signaling him instantly that she was getting as hot as he was. It would be only a matter of moments before he could finally cradle himself between her trembling white thighs and fuck his aching cock deep, deep into her tight little cunt.
"You're so nice and wet," he groaned into her ear, as he continued to let the thick middle finger worm slipperily among the soft pulsing folds of her openly spread young cunt. A sweet pleasure expanded with Mantly's softly responding vaginal walls as she felt the almost obscene thrill of his finger, exciting the secret depths of her virgin-like pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... yes...." she crooned. After a few more moments, his mouth pulled away from hers, and he dipped-his head down to her breast, cupping the warmly pliant flesh in his hand, as he took a tiny, spiked out, erectly sensitive nipple between his moist lips, sucking it deeply into his mouth.
Tim's voraciously sucking mouth was alternating now between her breasts, and slowly his hand eased from between her legs, his finger trailing upward, once again, to caress massagingly the short, hardened bud of her clitoris. For long, delicious moments, his mouth played on her throbbing breasts, his tongue finally trailing moistly through the narrow, fleshy valley between their hugely mounded fullness and on downward.
His body slithered hotly down over her trembling belly, as his body moved up over her, his hardened cock sliding into the opening formed by her excitedly quivering thighs.
Lightly, teasingly, his moist, hot tongue dipped into the shallow depression of her navel, for a long moment, bringing mewls of pleasure to her lips ... before moving still lower. An involuntary gasp of surprise and erotic joy escaped her then, as his mouth inched lower and lower ... until it was there, sending maddening patterns of indecently lewd sensation charging through her awakening body. God! His tongue was replacing his finger and licking at her cunt!
It was pressuring down from the top of her desire-heated cuntal slit to lap wetly at the sensitive pulsating bud of her clitoris. Then, she felt her naked thighs being levered wider apart; she guessed what he was going to do next as he hunched up between her obscenely splayed legs, his head going down between her smoothly tapered thighs, until he was nuzzling her passion-drenched pussy. Her breath was sucked in a startled gasp as she felt his thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-covered lips of her cunt before his mouth.
With greedy avidity, Tim's tongue flicked out, the tip of it teasing moistly against the short, hardened mound of her clitoral nipple, causing it to pulse with maddening, fire-filled sensations. Then, his fingers were spreading the tightly resilient opening of her cunt yet wider so that she could hear them parting with a small, wet little sucking noise, and with a moan of uncontrollable lust, he dropped his tongue downwards from her clitoris and fucked it deeply up into the coralline moistness of her hotly throbbing cuntal opening.
Her body recoiled convulsively from the sudden, moist contact, and she knew then that this was what she wanted! She wanted to be tongue-fucked by her husband ... It was soooo beautiful ...!
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned, as she felt his long, agile tongue flicking in maddening circles just inside the opening of her wetly gushing cunt, sending delightful spasms of pure sexual pleasure surging through her. Oh, God. It feels ... soooooooooo gooooooooddddddd.
Then, it was moving back up over her naked belly and trembling breasts and in a highly aroused state now, Mantly reached down between her legs and gripped the thick length of his hardness in her tiny, desperate hand. God ... it was so big and hard, tonight. She felt a tingling thrill of delight as she sensed his prick's power, pulsing there in her hand so impatiently. Her small fingers could hardly encircle it. Instinctively then and eagerly her hand began to stroke massagingly up and down the throbbingly alive shaft of his cock, rubbing up and down its massive hardness with maddeningly tantalizing strokes. How she wanted it! Wanted him ... wanted his hardened cock buried deep up inside her hungrily demanding cunt, fucking her to a wildly blinding cum!
"I'm going to fuck you good, darling!" Tim looked down at Mantly, letting his cock remain posed at the entrance of her warm red-haired pussy. "Did you like me tongue fucking your pussy?"
Mantly remained silent, a feeling of intense mortification overtaking her passion-pounding body. She wished he wouldn't say such things ... or use that language ... that he would just ... just fuck her without these added charades. He seemed to enjoy asking her embarrassing questions about what she was feeling or about what they were doing ... and she certainly preferred not to have to think about such matters. He also knew that she preferred making love with the lights out, but always insisted on having them on.
She could feel his big hard cock resting against her softly spread thighs, and now as he separated her legs, it pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her welcoming pussy. "Ooooooohhhhhh," Mantly lifted herself up a bit, so that her husband's thickly throbbing penis gained even greater contact with the wet sensitivity of her inner flesh. She fell back with a little groan as it pulsed gently, the full length of it pressed and sandwiched between her moistly waiting cuntal lips.
Tim let his hands circle under his young wife's alternately tensing and relaxing body. "Christ, she feels good," he thought. Almost beside herself she squirmed her loins up against his enlarged lust-hardened penis. She ground her lips firmly against his, writhing the flatness of her belly so close to his that Tim thought it might hurt her. Her fingernails were skimming along his back as he pushed his hands far down, cupping the curved fullness of her creamy white buttocks in his palms. He could feel his big cock twitching eagerly against the thin, narrow furrow of her seeping cunt, as he felt the cushiony mounds of her ass cheeks, cool and soft in his hands. Pulling slightly on either side, he spread her buttock cheeks wide, moving their fullness so that the entire area of her excited, fur-rimmed little cunt-hole was opened up and flattened still closer against him. He thought he heard Mantly growl a little as he started a slow up and down movement, letting his hardness move up and down in the temptingly widespread split, feeling the moisture seeping moment by moment from the highly aroused channel of her tautly clenching pussy mouth.
Beneath him, Mantly's buttocks were beginning a desperate rotation up against his loins, and her mouth encouraged his to deeper and longer kisses. She snaked her legs out wide on either side of his body, locking her calves with surprising strength up against the back of his thighs, forcing him down further on her.
Mantly moaned again and again into his mouth. Frantic, he could not hold back another second. Groaning above her, he reached down between their closely pressed bodies and grabbed hold of the pulsing hardness of his cock feeling her pulling herself up so that she could guide the thick, rock-hard cudgel between the hotly flaring lips of her lust-filled young cunt. The soft red hair of her pulsing pussy parted widely as the blood-filled head pushed slowly forward, grazing up and down against her tormentedly straining pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned. Tim flicked his hips forward fucking up into her wetly waiting pussy with his lust-bloated cock. He drove it in with a lunge that made her cry out with ecstasy. The arm sheath of her willingly open cunt slipped wetly over his naked sensitive prick, and he heard her moan again as her tightly clasping vaginal muscles closed back in greed around him. He let his long thick cock slide up into the full depths of his young wife's straining belly, feeling the walls of her cunt warm and tight giving way around his advancing prick, letting the full length of his heavily stiffened cock ease deep up into the wetness of her welcoming inner depths.
"I love to fuck you, baby," he gasped. "Ooooooohhhhhh," she groaned out beneath him, her whole body becoming rigid as his big cock reached the farthest point of her yearning vaginal passage, his cum-full testicles slapping hard into the widespread crevice of the cool white cheeks of her buttocks. She twisted a little to the side, and he thrust again, harder this time, to strike that high spot once more ... the sensitive tip of her now greedily working cunt. She jumped again, and let loose a low groan of mixed pain and pleasure and then lay still a second, as though she had been impaled by a stake.
Tim surged forward feeling the sweat break out all over his muscular body as Mantly's taut cuntal muscles squeezed against his blood-swollen cock. The head was advancing with deliberate intensity dredging forward, exploring the tremulous depths of his nineteen year old wife's pussy. He would make her forget her silly inhibitions this time, he decided, as he felt his cock driving higher still,, and surging upward once again toward the end of her cunt.
With a grunt he fell against her, feeling Mantly tremble from the sheer force of the impact of his thickly impaling cock, swelling within her clenching cunt. "Tim," she gasped, but he immediately withdrew his cock, pulling it only halfway out however, before fucking it back up into her again. Grabbing hold of her quivering thighs, he pulled them apart with each hand, holding onto the firm fleshed columns from underneath so that he could manipulate her legs with each thrust. With each thrust, her tight, thin-lipped cuntal sheath opened up just a bit more, and Tim could feel it getting wetter and wetter inside seeping hotly around the thickly pistoning shaft of his throbbing prick.
"Open up," he groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "Open your cunt more ... wider still." Tim ground his pelvis further down into Mantly's warm squirming flesh, as she lifted upward to meet him, working her loins so that his plunging prick sunk to the hilt inside her hungrily clasping cunt. She began to moan ceaselessly, her beautiful tapered legs scissoring in and out as her mouth gaped open wide and her head began to flail from side to side on the big double bed.
"Ooooohhhhhh Tim, Tim...." Tim reached beneath his young wife's jiggling white buttocks. He drove his lust swollen cock rhythmically into the slippery depths of her warmly receiving cunt, listening to the rhythmic wet sluicing noises that expanded into the room about them. Stretching the crevice of her deliciously curved young asscheeks as wide as possible without missing a stroke, he slid the tip of his middle finger inside, searching for the tiny puckered entrance of her anus.
Finding it, he ran his finger around the tight little rim, lubricating it with the moisture from her passion-drenched cunt that ran down into the widespread crack with each of his powerful inward fucks up into her. He pushed hard against it, and felt the tight elastic ring give with each little inward stroke. Then suddenly it popped open completely, and his finger slid forward into the warm, rubbery interior, feeling the tightness of Mantly's sphincter ring close vigorously around it. His finger slid forward to the first joint with another small, audible popping sound, and Mantly almost jumped two inches off the bed with the sudden startling intrusion up into her tight, virginal little asshole.
Tim answered with another thrust and a flick forward of his hips that sent the two contradictory sensations speeding through Mantly's nervous system. Pain and pleasure intermingled and in spite of herself she started grinding her buttocks back down hard on the out-stroke of his cock to meet his lewdly worming finger. It had sunk in so deep now that the palm of his hand was flat against her buttocks, and Tim could feel his huge pulsing prick growing and expanding inside her tight pussy, made still tighter by the pressure of his finger inside the clinging wall of Mantly's rectum. He thought he would burst apart any second from the intense pleasure he was getting as his ramming prick continued its lustful journey and his finger rotated relentlessly around up inside her tightly constricted anus. His testicles were slapping heavily down against her nakedly grinding ass, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would fill her hot little belly with all the cum he had stored up inside his aching balls. The pert little face surrounded by the lovely red hair was in another dimension as he began fucking up into her with long smooth strokes, timing them to the motion of his finger that was slithering deep around up inside her warm, brownly clinging ass-hole.
She was riding along with him, fucking him back as good as she was getting fucked, answering his every motion as they neared completion. She cooed and gurgled beneath him, lost in the fire that was consuming them both, receiving his crazed fucking with delight and returning his thrusts by up-thrusts of her own, until they were jostling and bouncing on the bed in a wildly, sweat-sheened tangle of naked flesh smacking naked flesh.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh ... Right there ... Harder ... There ... Oooooohhhh ... Tiiiiimmmmm." Her eyes rolling back in their sockets as her usually demure face became an almost unrecognizable mask of lust, her upraised crotch received Tim's buffeting loins with unreal strength, receiving the hard jolts that sent her into another world of ecstasy. Her knees were jackknifed back tight against her large nippled breasts, so that he had the complete access to her widespread pussy and finger-skewered anal passage.
"I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg," Tim screamed. The young girl beneath him was cumming too.
Suddenly, her body seemed to explode as she convulsed in a widely shattering climax and she screamed out a high piercing shriek.
"Ohhhhhhh ... baby ... I want to fuck you ... can't stop ... Oh ... fffffuuuuuccckkkk." Below, she was mumbling incoherently as he felt his sperm racing forward along the full-length of his lust-tormented cock. His hammering rod of fire was being besieged by a million stabbing pleasure pains, and it was building higher and higher into a stormy explosion. Their two bodies panted together and bucked upward in a final series of spasms that made them a mass of sweat-locked arms and legs, hotly clinging mouths and wetly exploding cocks and cunt. His finger slid forward to the first joint once again as he jerked out his powerful sperm deep up into her hungrily absorbing belly. She had been blasted into a wonderful world and her own crazily twisting orgasm was setting her body on fire, her frazzled nerve endings to twitching as over and over again she was convulsed with delicious, cunt-wall flaring sensations that emanated from far up inside her insanely throbbing cunt. She hooked her heels onto Tim's still bucking back until they both came to a slow, shuddering halt. After a few seconds as if by prearranged signal, they both limply collapsed, Tim's cock still sunk deep up inside Mantly's still warmly milking cunt. "What a hot little fuck you are, baby," Tim murmured into his trembling young wife's ear. If only he could get her to admit that she was a real woman at last and no longer a little girl ... that she really enjoyed getting her big, hot tits fucked off....
CHAPTER TWO
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The alarm sounded in Mantly's ear. She rolled over and pushed the top button shutting off the offensive intrusion into her dreams. She looked over at her sleeping young husband and reluctantly dragged herself out of the warm bed. Lucky Tim, she thought, he's got the morning off and can spend the time in bed.
She walked into the kitchen and turned on the percolator. A cup of coffee should make getting up a little more bearable, she said to herself. While the coffee was perking she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water felt wonderfully soothing on her tired body. Her mind turned back to last night. She just couldn't understand her husband. Why did he always have to say those lewd four letter words to her when they were nakedly entwined and making love? She knew some of the things he did to her were wrong like when he stuck his finger into her anus ... but her traitorous body had responded to his invading finger with a pleasure she could not control. A little shiver ran through her lush young curves as she recalled the pressure of his darting tongue on her throbbing clitoris. She always refused to have any kind of oral sex with Tim. That was wrong, too, she thought but another little voice inside her kept saying "but you sure enjoyed having your cunt licked, didn't you?"
Oh, God, what's wrong with me that I can't accept the things my husband wants, she thought. My body craves them ... but surely they're wrong ... oh ... I don't know anymore....
She went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of the scalding hot coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table, her long red hair falling over her shoulders. God help me get through this day and through this vacation, she prayed earnestly.
Tim finally got up around 9:00 a.m. Everything was ready for the trip so there really was nothing left for him to do. He padded out into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.
He picked up the newspaper and flipped through the news but found his mind wandering to Mantly. Tim just couldn't understand her. When she let herself go she was hot as hell but then she seemed to feel guilty for the pleasure her body was giving her. Tim knew her parents were elderly and probably sex had been taboo in their at-home discussions, but damnit she wasn't living with her parents now. She wouldn't even discuss her hang-ups in an adult fashion.
And then there was that little episode last Saturday night. Boy, I thought if she was bombed she'd lighten up a little. What a disaster that was, he thought. He would love to have seen her getting screwed shitless by Bob Watson. His wife and his best friend ... what a pair they'd make.
Well, since we're not leaving until noon, I think I'll make a little visit, he said to himself. He hurriedly shaved and showered and got dressed. He went down to the garage and backed out of his car. Jesus, I sure hope this trip will be a success, he thought. Sure, it will ... I'm going to be more positive about it ... Mantly will forget about what happened Saturday ... after all she always liked Bob and Betty before....
As much as Tim wanted Mantly to participate in a swap and let him watch her fuck another guy, he was not going to force his hand. He turned his car around and decided he would have to tell Bob and Betty that he didn't want Mantly to feel forced into an orgy. If anything did happen in that direction he wanted to make sure it was spontaneous on her part and she really wanted to let another guy fuck her.
Betty Watson opened the door a crack and then opened it wide when she saw Tim at her front door. "Hi, lover!" she cried happily. "Come on in ... I was just thinking about calling your house. I won't be able to leave at noon with you and Mantly. Bob had an emergency this morning. Believe it or not, he bumped into the towel rack in the bathroom and chipped his tooth. He's going to be at the dentist for the next couple of hours ... We're going to drive up later this afternoon or depending on how he's feeling ... early tomorrow morning ... It's probably a good thing if we have two cars, anyway. By the way, how's Mantly ... did she get over that little fiasco, last Saturday night?"
"Well, not exactly ... she says it's fine but you know how she is ... I think she has decided to become a martyr so she won't ruin everyone else's vacation. "You know, Betty, it's strange ... she's so hot you can't believe it but she is almost embarrassed to even think about it. She's like some kind of fabulous doll who when she came out of the factory was missing her wind-up key. I sure wish I knew what to do about it. She can't talk about it without dying of embarrassment. It's really ruining our sex life ... She acts like I'm some kind of pervert if I want anything but the missionary position ... but she responds to me like she's really enjoying it ... I don't know what the hell it is ... guilt feelings or whatever ... I just know that I don't want to go on having a good fuck and then feeling like I've just committed some kind of atrocity."
Betty smiled. "Oh Tim, surely it's not as bad as you think. Give her some time ... after all she's only 19 years old and she did come from a very sheltered background. I don't imagine those parents of hers ever even discussed birds and bees much less men and women."
"Well, I hope you're right, Betty ... otherwise we are going to have two weeks of strained silence ... and I'm going to have to go through married life feeling like a rapist with my own wife."
"Listen Timmy, even I was that way, once, you know. Something will happen to change things for her ... After all, as you say, she's not unresponsive, in fact, she sounds like she loves to be fucked ... it's just her shyness and trying to do what's 'right' that's hanging her up."
"Jesus, I hope so, Betty. She's so sweet and beautiful. I just hate to see her wasting her life like this."
"Well, frankly, Tim, at this minute I hate to see you going to waste. Bob's going to be at the dentist for a couple of hours so let's see if I can't cheer you up a bit." With that, Betty took Tim's hands and put them around her waist as she slid over close to him on the sofa. She smiled and seemed to melt as she raised her lips to him, openmouthed, for his kiss. Tim had made love to Betty several times before, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to hold her close in the circle of his arms, his hands smoothing down her back to the full-swelling mounds of her voluptuous buttocks, fingers digging into the pliant flesh through the light material of her bathrobe, while above his mouth absorbed her tiny, darting tongue that slithered sinuously into it. Her loins .were plastered solid and hard against his now, and as he pulled her in even harder, he felt her hips rotate undulant and suggestively.
"Jesus, this feels so good, so fine." Betty was a beautiful ripe woman, brown-haired and brown-eyed, mature and passionate. He had such a great relationship with her. He and her husband, Bob, had worked out a tacit understanding about the whole thing. After all, Bob had fooled around on the side quite a bit, and sometimes, Tim knew, he had even brought a girl home once to make a threesome with his wife. Theirs was what they called a "Modern" marriage, on in which both parties were free to indulge their sexual desires at will. Bob did not believe in setting up a double standard in the relationship. He was perfectly comfortable when Betty let it be known that she wanted another man to fuck her. Bob was very secure about their marriage. It was built on a solid foundation of love and respect and sexual diversions did nothing to shake this foundation.
Tim wished he could make Mantly think like this. It would open her up to herself. It was not for selfish reasons that he wanted Bob and Betty's kind of 'modern' marriage. He wanted Mantly to experience that side of her nature, too.
His hot blood began pumping strongly, to be trapped in the elongating and hardening shaft of his penis, and he felt his balls being drawn up tight to his abdomen by his contracting scrotal sac, as his erection grew to blood-engorged fullness inside his confining jeans. It was an ego-satisfying feeling, and he was going to make the most of it.
God ... Was he anxious not to get Betty stripped naked and flat on her back with her long, luscious legs spread wide! Betty Watson lounged back on the soft sofa still cradling the younger man in her arms. "I know this isn't too romantic, darling, but I'm thirsty as hell ... I'm going to get a glass of orange juice ... Want one?"
"Sure ... that would be great." Betty extricated herself from his warm muscular arms and got up and walked over to the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of fresh orange juice and poured two glasses. Tim followed her with his eyes, enjoying the sight of her sexily swaying hips, the soft chestnut hair hanging loosely down her back, and below those luscious legs, smooth and long-stemmed with trim calves tapered to perfection.
Christ ... How he loved the times he had been locked between those satin-smooth thighs as he fucked his throbbingly demanding cock deep into the moist warmth of her tightly clinging little pussy. He would never want the day to come when he could get no more of that bountiful box of hers.
He got up from the couch and in three long steps he pulled her close into his strong arms, again, his mouth hungry on hers as his tongue shot searchingly between her soft, full lips deep into her mouth to search and taste its sweetness. She tasted like fresh orange juice. Tantalizingly, she nibbled and sucked on his tongue; while at the same time, her tiny white hand slid in between them to caress tenderly the huge bulge of his erect penis inside his pants. Then, dexterously she searched for and found the top of his zippered fly and began lowering it. The zzzzzzzzzzzzz sound seemed louder than life in the quiet living room, the only other sound being the shortened breath of Tim and Betty. With knowing experience Betty snaked her tiny, soft hand inside her husband's best friend's fly, gripped the warmly pulsing shaft of his massively hardened cock and pulled it out into the light of day, where it stood up thick and hard in her little hand between them.
Tim thrilled to her touch, his cock's shaft lurching involuntarily in her hand, and his own fumbled with the tie of her bathrobe. He pulled desperately at the belt finally succeeding in undoing the knot. His hand moved inside the robe to caress the smooth, velvet-like skin of her back, feeling it warm and vibrant on his palm. Now, he was really in a hurry. He had to have her stripped naked, the sooner the better ... like immediately!
Breaking the tongue-jousting kiss, he leaned back away from her, pulling the robe down over her arms and forcing her to release the grasp of his hardened cock-shaft. As he slipped the garment over Betty's lovely body, he let his finger linger for a second on her breasts. She gave him such a dazzling smile that he almost came right there! She stooped to pick her robe off the floor, took Tim's hand and led the highly aroused young man into the bedroom. Betty was clad in only the wispiest of lingerie. It was tiny and skin-toned so he could see her dark nipples bumping out of the see-through fabric and below his eyes drank in the dark pubic hair poking provocatively out of the tiny vee of the panties. She turned to him and winked suggestively, "you're in for it now, baby," she said mischievously.
Tim, following behind her, started unbuttoning his shirt as fast as he could. He didn't even bother untying his shoes, but rather just kicked them off with the toe of the other foot. He yanked off his already half-mast Levi's in a flurry of excitement. Bob's wife watched him with a steady, amused gaze as he finished undressing. She enjoying watching men this excited. And then he was standing before her nakedly tall and athletically muscular, his pulsing erection spearing out enormously from the tangle of blondish pubic hair covering the area between his legs.
"You're not worried about Mantly any more, are you, angel?" Betty asked. "After this, you'll be able to face her nice and relaxed, won't you, Tim?"
Tim instantly felt good about everything ... It was going to be fine. He was exceedingly grateful that he had a wonderful woman like Betty for a friend.
"You're right, Betty ... after I fuck you I always feel like I can take on the entire world." Then he came to her, reached around behind her and released the hook on the flimsy bra. The garment came off in his hands to set free the full high-set moons of her breasts, placed high and close together on her magnificent chest, the valley between them deep cloven.
Jesus, but she was such a mouthwatering delicacy. In the next second he had dropped his mouth to a spiked-out nipple, his lips capturing and engulfing it to suck and nibble, while his hand cupped its satin-skinned twin, his strong fingers grasping and digging into the silken flesh. She moaned softly as she leaned against him, her hips undulating in tiny circles on the hardened flesh of his throbbing cock trapped between their flat bellies.
Bob Watson's felt that tell-tale weakness in her knees which told her of her building arousal. She forced herself to pause then, pulling away from him and picking up the glass of frosty orange juice and drinking thirstily from it.
"Want some?" she inquired, already handing him the glass. He took a deep draught and handed her back the glass. Betty took another sip and looked at Tim. She liked him a lot, and he always seemed to have this cunt-throbbing effect on her. Of course, he wasn't the only man who could do that to her. There had been and would always be others, including her husband, Bob. That was just the way her personality was, and she accepted that fact totally.
It had not always been this easy for her to accept casual affairs. At one point hers and Bob's marriage had almost been ready for the divorce courts. She had wanted other men to fuck her and she knew that Bob wanted to fuck other women. Somehow it seemed at the time that unless a relationship was monogamous it couldn't work. Surely, society would frown on extra-marital affairs. Betty and Bob decided at a certain point that perhaps their marriage was worth salvaging and began to talk about fucking around with other people. Both agreed that they were still very much in love with each other and that a casual fuck really had nothing to do with love and marriage. Since then they had indulged in many kinds of sexual diversions both singly and as a couple. They had both gone to a wife swapping club regularly for about six months until they had used up most of the partners and went on to another club, that, was more interested in orgies than in single coupling. Both Bob and Betty loved to participate and almost as much enjoyed telling the other partner about the experience. Often they would talk about it and then repeat the experience they had just encountered with each other. It was the best of both worlds. She had her husband, the cake, and could eat others too. She smiled at herself at the rude little joke she had just made and reached down and pulled off her panties.
She stretched out full length on the bed. Tim lay down facing her, her dark, sensual eyes wandering over his hot well-built body. She reached down to stroke the crinkled, velvet softness of his balls. She grasped the rock-hard shaft, of his cock, expertly working the loose fold of his foreskin back over the pumping purplish cock-head. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, her head came down to it, her tongue flicking out sinuously to lick away the tiny, viscous droplet that oozed from the split of its tip. The electric contact caused his lust stiffened penis to jerk and expand involuntarily, in her tiny palm.
Then she took the smooth, rubbery coronal bulb deep up into her wet greedy mouth. Tim's hand gripped her head as she began to suck enthusiastically, as always, her tongue doing wickedly erotic things to his swollen pulsing cock-head. He looked down at her round, alabaster breasts that seemed to glow in the darkened bedroom, then his glance took in her satiny smooth back, nipped in at the waist, and full creamy white asscheeks, returning finally to her lovely mouth, where the hardened shaft of his cock was disappearing into her mouth between the softness of her tightly ovaled, hungrily sucking lips.
God Almighty ... Why couldn't it be like this with Mantly, my own wife? What a beautiful, lusty and delectable woman Betty was. He loved her in a friendly sort of way and knew that she loved him back in the same way. He knew that she would never leave Bob. She loved Bob and she loved uninhibited sex with no entanglements and so did her contented husband.
Bob's wife's head was beginning to bob up and down now, absorbing more and more of his throbbing length, and her tongue swirled around the tip of it on the outstroke, causing delicious sensations to pound through him as everything seemed to concentrate there in the pulsing head of his prick. Tim flicked his hips to drive it deeper into her sucking mouth and throat, as he held firmly onto her head.
"Jesus ... Betty ... it's wonderful ... sooooooo gooooodddd!" he gasped. "But I want to shove it in your cunt ... I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours milking my cock...." He released his hold on her head, and she allowed the moist shaft of his cock to slide out of her mouth. Then she slithered her body back to lie next to him on her back. Looking downward, he could see her slightly spread thighs, the dark, soft curls of her pubic hair and the pink flesh of her cuntal slit, the two tiny petals of her vaginal opening peeping out, glistening dully with the viscous droplets of moisture secreting from the walls of her cuntal passage.
"I can't wait to get my cock in your luscious cunt ... I can't wait to fuck you," he exclaimed breathlessly.
He grasped her knees and splayed her smoothly trembling thighs apart to reveal the whole, exciting feast of her loins to his lusty gaze. He lowered his face down between her legs where it posed just over the split of her coral-hued cuntal flesh. Betty looked down at him through the deep, narrow valley between her legs where it posed just over the split of her coral-hued cuntal flesh. Betty looked down through the deep, narrow valley between her full, erectly nippled breasts and hoped that he would . use his mouth on her fist. She went absolutely wild with wanton passion when a loverany loverdid that to her.
Instantly, his head dropped the final few inches and his tongue darted out to bury itself deep into the moistened orifice of her wildly anticipating vagina, which brought a moaning sigh of pleasure to her lips; then as his tongue twirled in expertly teasing circles just inside her already lust-inflamed cuntal opening, she reached down and entangled her fingers in his tousled blond hair to pull his face in tight to her undulating loins. Gasping as she felt the high-voltage sensations begin to crackle through her body, she felt Tim's head move up and down in her aroused cuntal valley. Then, he raised his lips, his tongue pressuring up through the moist pinkness of her throbbing cuntal slit to find the short, hardened shaft of her clitoris. She moaned as his tongue danced a staccato rhythm along the ultra sensitive bud.
Betty could contain herself no longer. Quickly pushing his head out from between her legs, she was up on her knees, and was forcing him backward. "Now you lie down," she commanded. Obediently, Tim stretched out to his full length in the middle of the bed, while his best friend's wife reversed her position, throwing a leg over his body, her buttocks facing his head then as she knelt down on all fours, her head came down to his prick, at the same time as the whole of her cunt, covered with soft brown curly pubic hair, hung just over his face tantalizingly.
With a groan of renewed anticipation, Tim felt Bob Watson's wife take the hardened shaft of his penis into her tiny, soft hands, then as she seemed to be rolling it back and forth between her palms, he felt the surging lurch of it.
Sweet Jesus ... His prick was jerking spasmodically, and he felt the deliciously moist warmth of her mouth smooth and wet when she ovaled her lips to take the blood engorged head of his giant cock up into her mouth once again.
Hanging there undulating just above his own mouth was the tender, pink slit of his friend's wife's needful pussy, and as below, he felt the slow bob of her head up and down the expanding shaft of his cock, her tongue swirling lickingly around the head on each upstroke, he reached up with his hands and spread the moist lips of her pussy; then raising his head slightly, he met her crotch as it came down tight against his face, his tongue snaking out to delve deeply into the sheath of her cuntal opening. He heard her quickly indrawn gasp of pleasure from deep in her chest. It was a sexual posture they both loved to assume, and he knew how much she loved it. Oral manipulation of her cunt almost drove her out of her mind; four, five, or more orgasms shuddered through her body uncontrollably at times.
The sensations burgeoning in his penis, as her honey-smooth mouth sucked at him, her head moving up and down, now, in a gradually faster tempo, her mouth and throat taking ever more of his lust-hardened member causing him to begin an instinctive flexing of his loins to drive it upward toward the back of her throat with urgent fucking movements. Somewhere deep in his belly, behind the base of his cock, he felt the searing heat of his sperm ready to burst over the spillways in its mad rush of ejaculative release, having been dammed up. far too long already.
Thrusting his tongue, forward and down, then, as he pulled it out of the moistened depths of her hotly clasping cunt hole, he found the erectly pulsing tit of her clitoris. Wildly, he began to lick up and down the hard little bud, the tip of his tongue searching for the sensitive head of the tiny little nipple, and her pussy ground down hard against his lips in insane gyrations.
"Are you cumming, baby?" he grunted, thrusting deeper and deeper.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... almost The knowledge goaded him to even greater effort, as his wet tongue danced tantalizingly right on the lust-maddened head of her clitoral bud. Suddenly, she moaned around the thick root of his penis, her body spasming jerkily, hips grinding and her breath coming in panting gasps through her nose, and he guessed that she had come to a soaring climax while still sucking voraciously on his expanding cock. Only unintelligible sounds seemed to emanate from deep in her throat and chest and she emitted these gurgling noises for some minutes.
Betty Watson's body was quiet then, the convulsive spasms giving way to tiny tremblings, which he could feel in the smooth flesh of her inner thighs where his hands still spread the lips of her cunt open to his lewdly plundering tongue. He went right on, his tongue licking her clitoris now with insane desire, as he felt the burning sensations of beginning climax; the molten lava of his semen was almost ready to erupt from him.
"Suck it ... Suck it ... Hard ... Oh, Jesus ... Suck it...." He found himself slamming his wildly gyrating hips up at her face to drive his demanding cock deeper yet into her mouth ... and then it was happening. He came.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" The scalding stream rushed jet-like the length of his thrusting, expanding cock; his brain was caught in a sensation of suspended time and place, and there was nothing but the feel of his penis jerking wildly and spewing forth his load of viscid sperm deep into her mouth. He could feel her throat working, heard the muted sound of it, as she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, his prick a concentrated mass of sensation, his balls tingling, and he roared through clenched teeth gutturally, a meaningless, feral sound of completion. Good God ... he was in heaven!
From another world he heard her. She was saying something. Something he couldn't understand for a few moments. Finally, his dull brain began to work again as his senses cleared. He understood what she wanted, for her pussy was undulating again, down against his mouth.
"Oh, don't stop ... don't stop ... eat me some more ... Oh eat me ... Tim ... don't stop...." She was kneeling up over him, her heated pussy pressing down hard against his mouth and nose cutting off his breath. He knew that she was going to cum again from the erratic electric jerks charging through her body.
Using the strength of his muscular arms, he pushed up against her thighs, causing her to pitch forward. She caught herself on her hands, looked back at him and groaned, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Stay like that ... right there ... with your ass up in the air," Tim told his best friend's wife, while he quickly scrambled up to kneel down behind her, his hands going out to spread and hold her cunt's lips apart. Then, he dropped his head down, his tongue shooting out to tantalize her clitoris, again driving her wild.
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes...." she mumbled over and over. Before his eyes was the tiny, crinkled orifice of her anal passage. He could see it working tremblingly and decided in that second that he would bring her to the absolute pinnacle, the outer limits.
Dipping his middle finger into the viscous moisture that exuded wetly from her openly spread cuntal lips, he brought it up to begin a teasing circle of the tightly puckered ring of her rear passage. She recoiled with the first touch, then her hips undulated back against his tantalizing finger, and he heard her whine pleadingly, "Do ... do it ... do it. Shove your finger up my ass."
He did. He rammed his finger all the way to the palm in one smooth thrust. Betty shrieked aloud with the momentary pressure of it, but in the next instant her loins backed grindingly against it to absorb his invading finger completely; then, for good measure, Tim crammed in his thumb, as well. He thrust it deeply into the warm pink moistness of her cuntal slit while at the same time his tongue licked hungrily at her clitoral bud.
Then, he began to move both his thumb and middle finger in a long, smooth fucking motion in and out of both holes at the same time.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oh, Jesus ... I'm going crazy ... Uuunnnngg!" For not more than a dozen strokes, he ravished her genitals, doubly, before she almost literally exploded into her second orgasm. Convulsively, she thrust back against him, and with a full-throated scream, she came.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuggg ... I'm ccccuuuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiinnnnngggg ... Aaaaahhh!" Slowly, then, she crumpled down to the soft mattress, her breath coming in short gasps, soft grunts of satisfaction emitting from her lips. As she collapsed, Tim's thumb and finger were forced from her wetly clinging cunt and the smooth spongy depths of her rectum, and when she was prone on the bed he crawled up and lay down beside her on his side. After a few moments, she crept into the circle of his arms, feeling wholly and completely satiated until a few minutes later he was hard again and fucked her until they both came in a wildly grunting orgasm.
They lay there for some time quietly after that, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction. Then, reluctantly, Tim forced himself to stir. "I've got to get home, Betty," he whispered. "Mantly will be home from work at noon."
Betty kissed him a last time on the lips, soft and warm. "Okay, sweetheart," she sighed, pulling her dressing gown off the bedpost and wrapping it around her, "I'll see you either later this evening or tomorrow morning whenever we get up there."
CHAPTER THREE
Bob Watson saw Tim's car as he pulled into the driveway in front of his house. He parked and had already put his key in the lock by the time Tim had gotten his clothes back on and had reached the living room. Hearing the sound of his friend arriving home, Tim sat down on the sofa, glad to be able to have a few words with Bob before he went home. "Hi Tim ... how's it going, man?" Bob said somewhat muffled.
"How's yourself ... Betty told me what happened this morning ... everything okay at the dentist's...?"
"Yeah ... no big deal ... he was able to put some restedent on it so it won't have to be capped ... won't ruin my beautiful face in any way," he laughed. "I've still got some errands to do though ... so I think we should stick to the plan of taking two cars ... Betty and I should leave later on this afternoon ... that okay with you?"
"Sure, Bob."
"By the way ... how's Mantly ... is she making your life hell?"
"Well she's coming around but she still thinks she's back in elementary school ... holding on to her panties in case the kid down the street gets a look ... Betty and I were discussing it this morning and Betty seems to think that she'll change ... I hope it's soon ... "
"I'm inclined to agree with my intelligent wife ... you know last Saturday when we got back here and I was dancing with Mantly she was pressing that hot little box of hers against my cock and I got the distinct impression that if I had forced the issue she would have gone along ... Her problem is she doesn't want to take the responsibility for her body ... she feels guilty about enjoying herself, I guess ... Christ knows, I'm not going to force anyone to do anything against their will ... she's going to have to make the decision herself.
"I know ... so well ... there's some kind of barrier up all the time ... if she thinks she's going too far she raises it up a little higher ... I know she's dying for it."
"Maybe when she gets out of the city into the great outdoors she'll be a bit less uptight ... "
"We'll soon see...." Tim really liked Bob. He was a good friend. In fact, he was one of the most frank and open individuals Tim had ever met. The older man could always be counted on for help and encouragement whenever he needed it.
Tim was not quite as worldly as he liked to pretend to Mantly. When he had first met Bob and Betty he had been rather shocked by their life style. He had trouble believing that a man could be so non-possessive with his wife. He assumed that they must be unhappy with each other to fuck around so much. But, gradually he came to see how much they loved each other and the deep abiding respect they shared for themselves and their relationship. They had worked out a mutually satisfying arrangement whereby both of them could have their freedom to do as they liked, and yet they were so close and in love as any two people Tim had ever seen. After, Tim had come to the realization that Betty was hot for him, and that it was going to be fine with Bob if he wanted to fuck her.
Nevertheless, he had held back, unable to bring himself to screw his best friend's wife. But he had realized that Bob actually wanted him to fuck her and that he was leaving him a thousand opportunities. Bob was really making himself scarce so that Tim could be alone with Betty. Still reluctant, Tim had not acted.
Then, finally, one day, Bob had taken him aside, explaining the way it was with them, and telling him how much Betty liked him. It was almost as though he had been extended a formal invitation. Bob had made him understand that it was just a part of their friendship if he made it with Betty. Tim had never regretted fucking Betty. He was grateful to both of them for changing his life from a narrow-minded provincial square to a somewhat liberal swinger. His only regret right now was that his own wife wouldn't hear of such an arrangement. He had not even broached the subject seriously to her. He had thought that perhaps if a situation arose, like Saturday night's, then she might get into it. Jesus, had he ever been wrong!
"Listen, man ... I got to get moving ... Mantly will be home from work ... I'll see you up at the cabin ... sure you've got the right directions?"
"Got it all together ... see you later tonight or tomorrow morning."
Bob got up and opened the door for Tim. "Bye...." he called. Bob closed the door and turned and walked back into the living room. Not hearing any sounds from the bedroom he walked in and opened the door quietly. His wife was sprawled on top of the rumpled bed, obviously asleep. In the dim light of the darkened bedroom, he could not fail to note her curvaceous legs, those beautifully tapered, lean thighs, where at the apex of them, he could see her brown, curling pussy still glistening with Tim's cum and barely covered by her bathrobe; above, he saw her tousled hair, chestnut brown and shining, and just below the smooth-skinned neck, the robe was parted to reveal a full-rounded naked breast.
"They've just been fucking in here," he said to himself. "God, she's so beautiful after she's been screwed good ... she's so relaxed ... the sexiest woman I've ever known ... a real hedonist, my wife."
For some reason, he loved to fuck his wife after her cunt had been cum in by some other guy. It was then that it was at its best, its softest, its warmest and its slipperiest. And he thought, as he had thought a thousand times before, that he was the luckiest man alive to be married to a fabulous woman like Betty.
He could feel the blood pounding already in his cock, hardening rapidly in his pants just looking at the sleeping woman. Sitting down gently on the bed beside his dozing wife, his hand smoothed up and down her stomach, then went up inside her thin bathrobe to capture the soft mound of her still breasts, his fingers rolling the nipple to almost instant erectness.
Her eyes fluttered as she stirred and her legs parted slightly, "Bob, darling ... you're home ... how was the dentist?" He answered her with a kiss, mashing her lips flat against her teeth, and his tongue stabbed into her mouth hungrily. Betty was in his arms instantly melting against his body, a renewed glow suffusing through her belly. Her tiny hand groped him, rummaging in his lap until she found the bulging hardness of his prick pushing against his tight pants. She rubbed massagingly up and down beginning to drive him wild.
Finally, she broke the kiss and panted chokingly, "Why don't you take off your clothes, darling and come to bed?" Bob needed no urging. He was ready. He got up off the bed and began undressing rapidly. His wife watched him, as the clothes came flying off his body, revealed his lean hard-muscled frame. While he flung off his clothes, he kept his blue eyes on her, watching as she tossed off the dressing gown and lay down on the bed, her legs spread almost obscenely, her tongue came out to lick her lips and she watched him as she dropped her hand down to her cuntal region and began to rotate her hips in little circles.
God ... that's my little wife ... hot as a firecracker my little Betty ... Betty dearly loved her husband. He was the kindest most generous man she had ever known. Even though she knew she could never be fully satisfied with just one man, she found him to be the best of lovers and as she watched him, now standing before her with his massively stiffened cock spearing out from beneath his hard flat belly, she renewed her vow that she would never leave him. "I've got the best of both possible worlds," she said to herself.
Crawling up on the bed over her, he lay down on top of his wife and she felt his enormous prick against her still, cum-flooded cunt.
"Oh, Betty ... I love you ... I want to fuck you so much ... I want to be inside you ... all the way ... "
"I want you too, darling ... I want your cock in my cunt where Tim just fucked me ... put it in me ... fuck me baby ... hard ... "
"You really want my cock?"
"I want your cock in my cunt this instant," she commanded.
Bob obeyed!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was almost 12:30 p.m. when Tim drove up to his apartment. Christ, I didn't realize it was so late ... Mantly will be having a fit by now ... should have curtailed my activities with Betty a bit ... He smiled to himself as he recalled the desperate cock sucking he had just had from Betty. Instead of being tired he felt strangely rejuvenated. Hope Mantly's in good humor, he thought, as he parked the car and bounded up the steps of the apartment building.
"Hi, honey," he called as he opened the door.
"Hi, Tim ... I'm in the kitchen ... everything's almost ready ... have you got all your stuff packed?"
"I hope so ... I think I'll call the weather bureau for the long range forecast."
He picked up the telephone and listened for the recorded message.
"We're in luck," he said, "It's going to be sunny and warm until the week-end at least."
"Why don't you start carrying everything down to the car," Mantly said ... "We might as well get this over with."
"Is that what you think of this trip ... something to get over with ... maybe we should just call off the whole thing."
"Oh, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean it to sound like that ... it's just that I feel a little strange around Bob and Betty ... after what happened I mean ... "
"Listen," Tim walked over and put his arms around Mantly ... "What happened on Saturday night is a perfectly ordinary occurrence with most friends ... you've got to stop thinking that because somebody wants to hop in the sack with you that it's any big deal. If you wanted to let some other guy fuck you ... that would be just fine with me. It doesn't mean we don't love each other. Physical attraction has very little to do with it. So please try to lighten up a bit."
"Tim, I could never be attracted sexually to anyone else ... you're my husband ... I love you ... I never even think about ... about doing i-it with, anyone else."
"Oh...." Tim said with a hint of a smile, "Bob tells me last Saturday that you were shoving that hot little cunt of yours against him until he called you on it ... and then you started freaking out."
"That's a lie," Mantly screamed, her face blushing a deep crimson. "Okay, okay, let's drop it ... let's get the rest of this stuff in the car and get on the road." Angrily, Mantly snatched up the last pile of their belongings from the chair and marched down to the car. How dare that disgusting Bob say such a thing! Why I was only trying to be friendly and besides I was half drunk.
Tim ran up the stairs and gave a cursory glance around their apartment to make sure nothing was left behind and locked the door. Already things have gotten off to a bad start. She's so goddam defensive about everything, I don't even know where to start to remedy it. It's getting so that even small talk can start a fight.
"Do you want to drive, honey," he said in a conciliatory fashion.
"No, not right now ... I'll take over if you get tired."
Just make this a fast trip, she prayed earnestly to herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Christ, I can't wait until this job's over," said Jason Fell as he picked up his glass and downed another swig of beer. "When we contracted to do all the painting for the recreation center, I never thought for a second it was going to take six weeks ... but with all the problems we've had ... what with the plaster crumbling ... and all the other shit we've had to put up with ... we're way over schedule."
"Jesus, man, you don't have to tell me ... six weeks in this burg is like a life sentence," Reg Parker growled disgustedly shaking his head. "You know when I first heard about this job in Warm Springs, I thought it was going to be like a summer vacation ... hot weather, good places to swim and all the pussy you could handle, right?"
"Right ... who was to know that the only women that come up here come with their husbands or boyfriends and the rest of the women in town for the summer are either under 6 or over 60."
"I would die for a nice hot cunt right now ... I've beat myself off so many times in the last few weeks, I'm going to have hair growing on my palms, for sure ... I can't wait to get back to Portland."
"Yeah, I hear you ... I'm afraid my dong is going to whither on the vine ... I even asked about a cat house but one of the guys at the construction site just looked at me like I was nuts and walked away."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to console ourselves with all the money that we're making," "Small consolation when you don't have anything to spend it on or a warm body to spend yourself on."
"Jesus Christ, Jason, check out what just got out of that loaded down car." Tim and Mantly had stopped at the Excelsior Bar in Warm Springs to find out directions to their cabin and to have a drink after the long ride. While Mantly went to the bathroom Tim sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The place was practically deserted except for two construction worker types who were also seated at the bar. Both were big, muscular men, tanned from working outdoors and strong from the heavy work they obviously did.
With nothing else to do and no one to talk to, Tim began eavesdropping on their conversation. He listened disinterestedly. It was the complaint of men everywhere on a job in a small town ... not enough available pussy.
"I guess I'm lucky to have brought my own," Tim said to himself, "Even if she is pretty uptight." Mantly came out of the bathroom and walked over to the bar. The conversation of the two construction workers abruptly halted as they took in the tall redhead's considerable attributes. In her tight jeans and short halter top she made quite a picture in the deserted bar as she flipped her long red hair over her shoulder and sat down on the bar stool. Reg leaned across his buddy's shoulder to get a better look at the young swelling breasts poking provocatively out of the short halter top. He could see her lean midriff with the creamy satin skin and he could hardly keep himself from jumping on her.
Both men looked at each other and sighed.
"What do you want to drink, honey?" Tim asked ... "How about a vodka and tonic ... it will help get the kinks out after the long drive?"
"Okay, that'll be fine." Mantly drank her vodka and tonic thirstily, letting the tart drink course through her. She had made up her mind on the way up that she was going to be cool. If it took a couple of drinks to accomplish that then she would do that too.
"Order me another one, will you Tim."
"Sure thing." Tim looked at his wife questioningly. He guessed it was all right if she wanted to get drunk. She sure looked great sitting there. He had caught the look that Jason and Reg had exchanged when she walked into the bar. I guess I am pretty lucky at that he thought. "Let's have one more and be on our way," Tim said.
He looked at the two men sitting at the bar eyeing his young wife hungrily. Well, they're free to look ... he thought. And then a germ of an idea popped into his mind ... What if he were to set it up so these two guys could fuck his wife while he watched ... Jesus, that would be wild! No, impossible ... impossible. But they did look like nice guys....
Nah, it's a crazy idea he said to himself.
"Let's go, honey," he said to his wife.
CHAPTER SIX
Tim got behind the wheel of the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Things seem to be going a bit better he thought, as he looked over at Mantly curled up on the seat singing to herself with the radio.
Mantly felt good, she wasn't exactly sure why but suddenly things seemed a bit brighter. It was going to be a good time, after all. Maybe it was the liquor. Who cares, she thought, I feel good. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tim glancing at her with the old familiar look in his eyes.
Tim's eyes were sweeping over the curvaceous outlines of her sexy body. He took in the long legs and the tight lean thighs and his hand dropped to her knee. Oh, wow, he's going to try and fondle me in the front seat, she thought desperately. She began biting her fingernails as his hand slid up and began massaging the inside of her thigh.
Tim recognized the nervousness returning to his young wife and said, "Don't worry ... I'm not going to fuck you in the front seat going 50 miles an hour ... It's going to be all right, baby," he assured her.
"I guess I'm just tense from the ride and the road is pretty windy," Mantly said without much conviction.
"I want you to have a good time ... is that really what's bothering you ... the road?"
"Partly."
"Is the other part about Bob and Betty coming up?"
"Yeah ... I guess so."
"Bob and Betty have already forgotten about Saturday ... so why don't you try and do the same ... no one wants to make you do anything you don't want ... let's not jeopardize our friendship with them ... they've been pretty nice to us."
"I'm really trying ... I really like Bob and Betty ... it's just that I feel sort of well, like they think I'm stupid or something ... "
"Of course they don't think you're stupid ... after all they know that you're only 19 ... why they're almost 40 so they certainly have some experience in this area."
"Okay, Tim, I'll be fine ... you'll see," she reassured him shyly. Tim forced himself to slow down a little, although his immediate impulse was to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. Goddamn ... His desire was starting to build up inside him, and he could already feel his scrotum beginning to crawl and tighten, lifting his testicles, while his prick was hardening and coming to erection. He looked across and Mantly and he stiffened even more just seeing her soft young face. God! He'd love to watch those two guys back there in the bar fucking her ass off!
"Oh, this looks like the place," Mantly said, "I recognize it from the brochure ... here on the right."
Tim pulled the car in and looked out at the rustic little cabin situated near a little stream with not another place in sight.
"Isn't it beautiful, Tim?" Mantly said climbing out of the car. "Yeah, it's great," Tim said looking straight at her and feeling a rising excitement. God ... I'll have to control myself ... I feel like fucking her right here on the ground ... better not get too carried away!
With a show of gallantry, he picked her up and carried her into the cabin. "Your ladyship, I hope you enjoy your temporary kingdom," he said kissing her on the cheek.
"Oh, Tim, it is lovely," exclaimed Mantly, admiring the spacious layout of the cabin and its rustic beauty. "Let me get her majesty's belongings from my humble chariot." He trudged back out to the car and started unloading their cases and the bags of groceries. He was trying to occupy himself to keep his mind on something else besides the mounting hardening that was happening inside his trousers.
Finally, they were sitting down on the comfortable couch in the living room of the cabin. "Is everything out of the car now?" Mantly asked. "Yeah, it's all in here," replied Tim ... "Shall we have a drink ... I brought some champagne?"
"Great, I'd love some." Tim lit the fire in the fireplace and it was crackling merrily in the grate giving a lovely warm glow to the log cabin. He got up and got a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and poured some champagne in each one.
"I'm afraid it's not ice cold and these aren't exactly the correct glasses, but I hope they'll do," Tim said handing Mantly a glass and sitting beside her on the couch.
Mantly took the glass and drank it quickly.
In a few minutes she was feeling the accumulative effect of the champagne and the vodka and tonics she had consumed earlier.
"Oh, wow, I think I'm a little drunk," she exclaimed, giggling a little as she said it. Her tongue was starting to get a little thick causing her speech to be a little slurred. Tim got up and turned on the stereo radio to a pop music station and then returned to sit on the couch beside his wife. He didn't know how much longer he could keep from jumping on her. Why can't she be like Betty and initiate things once in a while, he thought to himself. Betty would make it standing up in a phone booth if she felt like it!
Mantly looking decidedly drunk by this time got up and started dancing around to the music, jerking her slim hips and snapping her fingers in time to the rock and roll beat. She was moving around in a world of her own twitching to the compelling beat.
Tim got up from the couch and moved in behind his wife, his arms going around her slim waist, as his hands reached up in front of her to cup the full mounds of her breasts through the thin halter top.
"I love you, Mantly," he whispered into her ear, while at the same time, he ground the hard bulge of his erect penis into the small of her back. Mantly swallowed another gulp of the bubbly champagne and continued her solo dance with Tim's fingers digging into the softness of her smooth white breasts through the cotton fabric of her halter. Her clothes seemed to be burning holes into her, and she felt the lengthening and hardening of her nipples inside her top, while below, where the warm hardness of his penis pressed into her back she could feel its involuntary lurching expansion, like a caged animal seeking its escape. The time was getting closer and closer when his massive hardened cock would fuck its way stiffly up into her hungrily moistening cunt. She was ashamed of the way her crotch was dampening on its own. Why does my body always betray me, she thought anxiously. She felt like running away. A low, shuddering moan erupted from her lips.
Abruptly, then, Tim turned her to face him, drawing her tight into his arms and pressing her body close to his, his lips mashing down tight on her soft mouth with smothering savagery. His warm, wet tongue slid sensuously into her mouth to search probingly, tasting the sweetness of her breath, as his hands slid smoothingly down the trembling curve of her back to clutch at her rounded buttocks, pulling her loins in hard and tight to his own grinding pelvis, until she could feel the hot hard bulge.
Drawing back his head after a few moments, Tim looked down into his 19 year old wife's face with lewd salaciousness, as he detected the tiniest undulation of her hips against him. The booze was loosening up the usually shy young wife ... and it'd be just a few more minutes until he'd have her flat on her back with his aching cock buried deep in her tight little cunt.
"Come on ... let's go into the bedroom," he murmured, his voice urgent and raspy, his breath becoming shorter. He grasped her arm and propelled her towards the bedroom. Almost like a sleepwalker, she went along with him, until they reached the door; then, a shudder passed through her body, as he picked her up in his arms and took her over to the bed.
"Do you want another drink, darling?" Tim asked.
"Yes, please," she said already reaching for her glass. Tim walked over and turned on the overhead light flooding the room with brightness. Then, as she watched, .he took off his shirt and undershirt, stripping himself to the waist to expose the lithe muscularity of his trim body, and mesmerized, she couldn't take her eyes off the enormous bulge caused by his lust-stiffened penis that strained against the fabric of his trousers. Strangely, through the buzzing in her head, caused by the liquor, she was fascinated by it, as she saw it lurch involuntarily, and she began to feel a warm glow suffusing through her belly that was more than the warming effect of the alcohol she had been consuming.
"Do you want me to undress you, darling?" Tim asked, coming toward her. She shook her head. She had made her decision. Emboldened by the alcohol she was going to try and be more assertive as he wanted her to be. She'd do it herself, strip her body naked and offer her body to him as he so desperately wanted. She rose and walked to the other side of the bed on rubbery, unsteady legs, vowing to herself that everything she did from this point on would be without thinking. She would just let nature take its course. She was going to give her body free rein over her mind. There would be no thought about what was right and what was wrong.
Reaching up behind her to untie her halter top, she slipped it off, the full-length mirror on the door of the closet revealing her standing there topless, her full white breasts with the erecting nipples standing proudly. Lounging behind her, tall and athletic Tim's reflection showed him watching her with hungry lust-dimmed eyes, which seemed to bore right through her. She always felt slightly unnerved with that gaze but forced herself to casually finish her undressing.
With resolute determination, she took off her necklace and then her earrings placing them carefully on the bureau. She felt the cool air of the bedroom wash over the twin mounds of her milk-white breasts and saw in the mirror that her nipples were now fully distended, pointing upward slightly, with the areolas drawn up tight and wrinkled at their bases. As if in a trance, she cupped them in her tiny hands, and her fingers rolled the tiny spiked-out buds caressingly.
In the mirror, she saw her young husband coming in close behind her a lewd grin on his face and with a vigorous shake of her head she warned him off before he could come near her. "No, Tim ... I want to finish undressing myself."
Then, only the tiny bikini panties remained. Looking determinedly into her husband's eyes, she hooked her fingers in the narrow panty elastic and rolled them down over the rounded fullness of her hips and buttocks. She stepped clear of them and stood looking at her luscious body in the mirror.
Looking at her own body and her young husband's reflection, Mantly gasped moaningly. And then Tim was there, standing before her, totally naked, his hardened and throbbing cock lancing out toward her lustfully. Her eyes were drawn to the massive stiffness of it as through it were a strong magnet, and she saw that its head, the foreskin retracted, shone a reddish purple, almost velvet-like and a tiny droplet of moisture wept from the slit of its tip.
Oh my God ... it's so huge ... I can't wait to get it in my cunt again, she thought, her face beginning to blush with the bold thought of it. Then her husband moved in close, his arms encircling her, and she felt herself being pulled in tight to his nakedness, as below the throbbing monster was trapped between the crushing flesh of their bellies; above, her aching breasts were mashed flat against his muscular chest, and he was kissing her, again, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth and throat, while guttural, animalistic sounds came from deep in his chest. His hands swarmed over her body, smoothing and massaging caressingly, fingers digging and pinching at the satin-skinned delights of her body ... and all the while he was edging her toward the bed, where he was going to fuck her senseless ... He had waited too long already.
She twisted her mouth aside to break their searing kiss and groaned, "Don't Tim ... not yet ... wait!" Instant anger roared through him. "God damn, Mantly ... don't tease me, now ... I want to fuck you now!"
Tim pushed his young wife back flat on the bed, and as he came down on her with his full weight his ramrod hard cock came in between her clamped together thighs, the pulsing head of it insinuated partially between the fleshy lips of her wet pussy, sparsely covered with the reddish down of her pubic hair.
"I'm not ready, yet."
"Well, you'll just have to get ready, now," he roared, completely losing control over his patience. "I'm sick and tired of playing games with you ... you lead me on until I'm just about to go out of my mind and then for some idiotic reason you think you can turn it off ... You're not a 14 year old cock-teaser any longer you're my wife ... I love you and I want to fuck you, now! You want it too ... if you'll just admit it!"
Mantly winced at his harsh words. This was turning into the some kind of nightmare as last night. There he was using that language again and embarrassing her. She wanted him to shove his enormously hard penis deep up into her cunt but she didn't want him to talk about it ... couldn't he just do it in the dark without talking about it?"
He was kissing her, again, and she started rolling her head frantically to keep up with him, while at the same time she writhed desperately under his pinning body. With one strong grasping hand he held her face, as his tongue again plundered into her mouth, the other hand was busy crushing a tender breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling the erect nipple tauntingly.
"Oh, Tim," she moaned into his mouth. She cursed herself now. She had promised herself she would give him what he wanted and she would allow her body to take its own pleasure and here she was cringing and acting like a little girl again. She knew he had waited too long and she liked the idea that he was going to force her ... that took any responsibility on he part away.
He broke the moist clinging kiss and leaned above her to reach down and spread her trembling lean thighs apart. His fingers dug into the tender, white flesh above her knee, as he forced her thighs apart , splaying them wide open, until he could wedge his slim hips solidly between them. Animal sounds came from his throat as he wrestled her to submission, and she found herself doing the same thing, writhing, twisting and bucking under him in a mindless attempt to postpone her inevitable impalement by his long and thick, lust-swollen cock.
She had no idea why she was resisting with her cunt feeling so hot and ready to be fucked like it was. With a heart-rending moan she lay still under him, her eyes closed and her chest heaving with the physical exertion of her futile resistance which made the twin mounds of her luscious breasts dance prettily above her.
"That's more like it!" she heard him mumble, while below she felt him spreading the tender lips of her vaginal opening with the blood-engorged head of his cock. She tingled with uncontrollable pleasure as she felt it splay the moist coral-pink flesh of her cunt, nestling into position right before the tender opening of her vaginal passage, then, feeling the pressure he exerted against her tightly clenched pussy hole, her eyes opened to stare up into her husband's lust-contorted face.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh!" Mantly moaned, as she felt him pressing forward slowly, with increasing force. She could feel the bloated head of his lust-incited cock slip up into her a fraction of an inch, plunging on to its goal at the mouth of her cuntal opening.
"Tim ... oh ... not yet ... turn the lights out first...." Above her, her husband's face leered down at her with undisguised lust. "No, baby, we're not turning the lights out and I'm going to fuck you now ... I can't wait ... I've got to fuck your hot little cunt right now!"
Tim's now fully erect masculine hardness pressed the fat, bulbous red tip of it to the pulsing entrance of his 19 year old wife's widely spread cunt lips. His hips jerked forward violently and his long, hard prick slipped easily into the fully lubricated orifice.
"See baby, how wet you are ... I'm in ... in your cunt!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhh...." Mantly sighed against her will as she felt the full length of her young husband's penis slip wetly into her. The full length of it slammed up into her hotly yielding young cunt to the very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with his rigidity and she could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter by the minute.
"Unnnnnggggggggg!" they grunted simultaneously as both felt the stiff cock reaching bottom. Mantly could feel Tim's bloated hanging testicles nudging into the spread crevice of her upturned ass-cheeks as she squealed, twisting beneath him with the rapture of his animal like thrust.
Tim withdrew and plunged in again, screwing tightly into Mantly's tightly straining pussy. And once more he withdrew and plunged into her burning cunt with the rock hardness of his throbbingly aroused prick.
The room was spinning for Mantly now as the combination of the liquor she had consumed and the pleasure she was feeling, started pushing her into another dimension. She fucked back furiously beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his thickly driving cock could fuck up into her belly, urging him on to smack his loins against her harder and harder.
Tim ground his pelvis into the squirming young flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both off the bed from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly now beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her hotly flow cunt wildly up and down on his thickly pistoning cock.
Insanely now, Tim fucked into her, hauling her even tighter up against his loins and feeling her draw back her thighs causing the moistly clasping hole of her pussy to flower in reception of his cock to greater depths inside her. Her legs snaked out on either side of his thickly imbedded hardness, quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild abandon as his tongue darted across her sensuous red lips. And then the liquor took its toll ... there was a great roaring in her ears, her vision dimmed and just before she lost consciousness she thought she was rising up out of the bed on her way to pure, sexual heaven.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Well, this is really the last straw, Tim said to himself. Right in the middle of a fuck she passes out. If she's going to drink to get over her inhibitions that's one thing, but to do it so she's unconscious is really the absolute end.
He got out of bed and poured himself another glass of the now warm and flat champagne. Ugh ... I can't drink this crap ... I think I'll get dressed and go into the village for a drink. He pulled on his pants without even bothering about his underwear. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and grabbed his jacket with a backward glance at his sleeping wife. She's fucking unbelievable....
Checking his pockets to insure that he had his wallet, he walked down the steps of the cabin into the cool night air and got into his car. He drove off down the road in the direction of the town of Warm Springs where he and Mantly had had a drink earlier in the day.
Seeing the neon sign of the Excelsior Bar still blinking he decided he would stop there for a drink. He parked and walked in and noticing an empty seat at the bar he walked over and sat down. The bar was a little livelier than it had been when he and Mantly had stopped for the vodka and tonics. The same vodka and tonics that had made his young wife pass out right in the middle of their sexual activities, he thought angrily.
He ordered a beer and settled down on his stool. Scanning the faces in the bar, he was somewhat surprised to see the two burly construction workers still in the bar. They were over playing the pinball machine.
Probably still lamenting the lack of available pussy in town, Tim smiled to himself as he recalled the conversation he had overheard earlier in the day in which the two out-of-town construction workers had complained about being forced celibates in the town. He also recalled the way the two athletic looking men had lit up and stopped their conversation dead when his lovely nineteen year old wife had strolled into the bar and sat down.
Bet they would give anything to dip their wicks into her juicy little cunt, he thought. Hmmmmmm ... That is a thought ... maybe as sex partners they would be able to turn her on ... hell, no ... she would never agree voluntarily to such a proposition ... why she was even uncomfortable about fucking her own husband if it wasn't the 'right way' ... no it would never work ... or would it?
Maybe it's worth a try ... Christ, anything would be at this point ... Tim picked up his drink and strolled over to the pinball machine where the two construction workers still in their work clothes were busily involved in racking up points on the brightly lit machine. They paid no attention to Tim as he walked over to them.
"Hi, guys ... who's winning?" Tim inquired in a jovial manner. "Reg ... here," Jason replied, without looking up. He continued to pull the handle of the machine and shake it as the silver balls spewed out of the pocket rushing to their destinations inside the glass case.
"Hey, Jason," Reg said, "it's that guy from this afternoon ... you know, the one with the hot looking red-head ... hey man, what are you doing in here by yourself ... did she throw you out?"
"Nah, she's sleeping," Tim replied.
"By the way, my name's Tim Jensen," he stated, holding out his hand to Reg.
"Glad to know you, Tim ... my name's Reg Parker and this here's Jason Fell."
"Hi," Jason said, extending his hand, "are you guys on vacation up here?"
"Yeah ... we're going to be here for a couple of weeks, fishing and just taking in the sun ... tomorrow another couple of friends of ours are arriving."
"Is that sexy redhead your girlfriend?" Red asked.
"No, that's my wife, Mantly," answered Tim. "Well, you're lucky to have a hot looking number like that ... eh, Jason ... we're both going bananas up here because there are no women in this town ... Jesus, if I had a sexy woman like your wife I wouldn't leave home for anything ... "
"Yeah ... I heard you guys talking at the bar earlier about how self-abuse is your favorite sport around here...." Reg laughed. "Both Jason and I have our own team going here ... where are you from Tim?"
"Originally Chicago, but I got transferee! to Portland about a year ago."
"We're from Portland, too ... great little town ... sure miss the women ... did you meet your wife there?" Jason asked.
"No, met her in Chicago ... "
"That sure is one fine looking woman," Jason said to no one in particular, nodding his head and putting another quarter in the pinball machine.
"Look, can I buy you guys a drink?" Tim asked.
"Sure thing ... never turn down a free drink," they both stated in unison, laughing at their simultaneous response.
Tim walked over to the bar to order some more drinks. These guys were really great fellows, he thought ... I'd love to see Mantly's face if I brought them home. He carried the drinks back to his new found friends and they started swapping stories about their sexual exploits. After a few more drinks, Tim decided to broach the subject of his wife to his two husky drinking associates.
"Listen you guys ... I've been thinking about something ... you are hard-up for a fuck ... and I'm having a little problem with my wife ... it's not that she's frigid or anything, quite the contrary ... it's just that she's really inhibited and tries to deny herself when she's getting turned on ... maybe you guys could turn her around ... I'd pay you guys fifty bucks to fuck her, while I watch ... "
"Hey man, what are you some kind of a pervert or something?" Jason asked suspiciously. "No ... no ... it's completely on the level ... you're both good-looking guys and I think you could get Mantly really worked up so that finally she would admit the fact that she is a woman and not still a naive little girl," Tim said earnestly.
"How would we go about it ... surely you can't walk into the house and say 'hi, honey, I just met these guys down in the bar and they'd like to fuck you'. She'd really freak out, especially if she's as shy and inhibited as you say."
"Yeah, Jason, you're right ... and I don't think we can say we're the ice cream men, either ... how about the Fuller Brush men?"
"Oh, great idea Reg ... how about, good morning lady, we're Fuller Brush men ... want your box scrubbed?" Jason laughed sarcastically.
"Hey, you guys, I've got an idea," Tim said amidst the laughter generating from the bizarre plots they were concocting, "how about if you pretend you're burglars ... you could break in and then seeing her decide to rape her ... that could work ... couldn't it?"
Both men nodded their heads in agreement. It certainly seemed the most logical way to involve themselves in this bizarre plot.
Tim got up and walked over to the men's room. In his absence Reg and Jason began to talk excitedly.
"You really think he's on the level, Jason?"
"He seems like a pretty honest guy ... what do you think?"
"Jesus ... all I can think about at this point is getting my aching cock into that delectable little redhead's cunt ... what can happen ... even if he was a pervert ... there's two of us and one of him ... besides I think he's an okay guy ... I'm for it and the sooner the better."
"I'm with you, brother."
Tim returned from the toilet and said, "What's the plan, men?"
"Deal us in," Reg said, "the sooner the better."
"Okay, I'll go back to the cabin and you pretend to come in and rob the place ... give me a little while ... and then bang loudly on the door when you arrive ... it's that A-frame cabin on the right hand side of the road about five miles from here ... you'll see my red station wagon out in front ... agreed?"
"Okay, man ... I've got some rope in my car ... maybe it would be a good idea to tie you up to make it look more authentic ... what do you think?" Jason inquired. "We wouldn't knot the rope or anything like that ... "
"Yeah ... maybe that would be a good idea ... okay, see you guys in a while ... Bye now."
Tim stood up and drained his glass and started walking towards the door when Reg called out, "About the fifty bucks, man ... you can forget it ... this one's on the house."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tim pulled up to the cabin. He noticed there were no lights on. She must still be asleep, he thought. He walked into the cabin and turned on the lights. He walked into the bedroom and switched on the light in there as well. She was still lying on the bed naked in the same position he had left her. Her long lovely legs were slightly parted and her long red hair was in a bright shiny tangle on the pillow. Her breasts were in repose and one arm was stretched across her white flat belly. Her eyes fluttered as the light was switched on.
"What's going on ... what time is it?" she mumbled still half asleep.
"It's about 2:00 a.m.," replied her husband. Seeing her on the bed there was no denying he wanted her again. Maybe this time she'd stay awake. He quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed on to the bed. His cock was stiffening.
"Tim," she asked sleepily, "did you go ahead ... did you do it to me while I was asleep...?"
"What did you expect," he asked, "we were right in the middle when you passed out ... I couldn't hold back!"
"Oh, Tim ... that's terrible!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, honey, but it felt so beautiful up in you pussy, I just couldn't hold back ... I'll make it up to you, now," he said reaching for her. His hands were on the pliant, full flesh of her breasts, clutching and manipulating, rolling the now distending nipples between his fingers, his mouth following after a few moments to suck and nibble.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!! She felt too good. His mouth and tongue on her breasts seemed like a vortex, drawing her down into it, as delightful sensations began to charge through her body. She couldn't ignore them, they seemed to concentrate there, below, in her loins, as wild, little flurries of lustful excitement flitted through her belly. Surprisingly, she began to writhe in undulant circles under him, and she felt the growing expansion of his penis between her smooth-skinned thighs.
"Are you going to ... to do me, again?" Mantly asked uncertainly.
"I sure am ... you know you want it...." Tim slipped a hand down between her thighs to fondle the open lips of her cunt which lay under the hardened shaft of his lust-expanding cock. Then, he trailed a finger up to tease her tautly erect clitoris, grazing over it lightly. He was rewarded as he felt her body spasm with overpowering paroxysms of sensations that rippled through her.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned quite against her will.
"This time I'm going to make you climb the walls, baby," he grunted confidently. Her hips began to undulate up against his taunting finger on her sensitive clitoris. And then she felt his massively thick penis grinding deep up into her once more, the shaft of his cock feeling like some kind of wet log as it moved in the tender sheath of her pussy.
"Now we're going to have a little variety, baby," he said. He lifted his weight from her, and she struggled to sit up. "Dear God, what's he doing to me now?" she said to herself. Before she knew what was happening, he had turned her, flipping her body over completely, until she was prone, her face being mashed down into the soft mattress, as he came down on top of her, effectively pinning her helplessly under his greater weight.
"What are you doing to me?" she moaned, her voice muffled by the mattress. Her husband's still growing erection was being insinuated down between her buttocks to lie long and throbbing against the tender moistness of her wet, curl-fringed pussy slit, his belly coming down into the hollow of her back, and she found that she was helpless to move ... barely able to breathe.
Avidly, his hands went under her, pressing into the mattress on either side, as he sought her flattened breasts, cupping them up into his hands and beginning his squeezing, massaging caress of them; at the same time, she felt him rocking above her as he lay flat on top of her, the hard shaft of his pulsing cock squirming back and forth rhythmically in the tight warm crevice of her softly quivering buttocks. Then, as he fucked deeper along her stimulated cuntal slit, the head of his cock began contacting and rubbing teasingly at her clitoris. She couldn't help the shudder of intense rapture that spasmed in her body.
Oh ... Oh ... what's he doing to me??? It was something she should have been feeling all along! God ... Why was she fighting it? Anyway, there was nothing she was going to do about it. She wasn't going to actually stop ... he was her husband ... but now, she didn't want it to stop ... ever!
"It's starting to feel good now, isn't it?" he murmured into her little shell-like ear.
"Yes ... yes ... it does," she gasped, "but you're squishing me ... I can barely breathe!"
"I'm sorry, darling," he said apologetically. He rolled from on top of her to his side, still clinging to her breasts and turning her onto her side inside his arms, he snuggled in close to her, as he drew up his legs to cup her to him, spoon-fashion; then, with his uppermost hand, he reached down between them to reposition his now fully erect and throbbing cock up between her thighs, placing it at the open lips of her moistly ready pussy. With a deep thrust, he drove the massive length and thickness of his blood-engorged shaft deep up into her rapidly moistening cuntal passage.
She was surprised. It had gone into her so easily she was certainly lubricated and ready for its entry. The bristly golden hair of his stomach pressed in tight to the soft, smooth flesh of her buttocks ... and then, deep up inside her she felt it expand against the tender walls of her vaginal lining.
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ... It felt ecstatically wonderful ... A sigh, changing to a soft moan of sexual arousal, escaped her lips.
"Did you like that?" he groaned hoarsely into her ear.
"Oooooohhh ... yes!"
"It'll feel even better ... if you try to squeeze your cunt muscles around my cock," he suggested helpfully.
"It will?"
"Try it ... like you were pushing down hard." Her husband's face was buried in her long red hair, and he was nibbling at her neck, while his hands massaged and kneaded her aching breasts, gently,, his finger rolling the spiky nipples. Sensation after sensation chased wantonly through her naked belly, and somehow she didn't mind his lust-inciting words, as with knitted brow, she concentrated on finding the right muscles. Finally, she did it. She felt the clinging walls of her cuntal sheath clasp more tightly at the erect shaft of his cock.
Oh, God ... I did it ... and it feels soooooo good!
"That's it," Tim encouraged. "I can feel you squeezing the whole length of my cock!" Again and again, she felt the pulsing expansion of her husband's thickly throbbing cock buried deep in her now sensation-filled cuntal passage, and she tried to match him, squeezing at the same time as he flexed it inside her. Tingling ripples of excited sensation raced through her body, and she shivered as his deft fingers caressed and stimulated her breasts, Then, he was using his hand, again, to draw her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins to fuck his heavily aching cock shaft deeper yet up into her pussy's fleshy softness.
Relaxing a little now, Mantly let her buttocks go back against him to absorb even more of his lust-thickened length up into her vagina, drawing her own knees up toward her chest. Then, she felt Tim's hand slide down over the warm, white flesh of her flat belly to the mounded reddish gold of her pubic triangle, his hand rummaging caressingly there for a moment before his finger parted her silky, hair-lined pussy and slid down into the pink, moist slit to tease as the hardened bud of her clitoris.
Erotic spasms were set off in her like small explosions, and her buttocks jerked back against him undulantly, causing her to slide up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock slightly at the same time. Her breath was becoming uncontrollable, coming in short, panting gasps.
"That feels even better, doesn't it?" he asked. "Makes you want to fuck ... like a little pussy cat." A tremor passed through her body, pregnant with excitement. It was exactly what she dared not let herself think ... trying to imagine the way it would be, as she accepted his pounding cock, willingly ... how it would be when she convulsed in a final rapture of release under him.
Now his fingers were stroking the clinging lips of her cunt stretched tightly around the girth of his throbbing cock buried in her, the tip of his middle finger slipping in beside his deeply imbedded hardness to run in a reaming circle, stretching her vaginal opening even more. She was expectant, now ... wanting him to begin the thrusting movements of sexual intercourse.
God ... why is he making me wait so long?
Her lips plunged back against him gyratingly, in an attempt to show him, mutely, what it was she wanted.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, a lewd grin on his face. "Are you ready to fuck for real?"
"Oh yes, Timmy ... I feel like I have to have it right now ... Like I want you to do it to me."
"Say it, sweetheart," he cajoled. "Tell me what it is you want me to do!"
"I want you to ... to ... fuck me ... fuck me harder!"
She couldn't believe she had actually said those obscene words and yet she knew she meant it sincerely. With long, vigorous strokes, then, he began to move in her with slow deliberation, fucking in and out of her cunt, which was more than adequately lubricated, her exuding cuntal fluids mixing with the wetness of his first ejaculation in her ... when she had passed out. God. It actually began to feel good and more desirable every moment, as her husband began to lengthen his stroke and quicken the tempo of his soaring, fucking cock, and its bloated head buried itself deep and deeper up into her tremblingly vibrant belly.
But then, as before, he could wait no longer; suddenly, he was seized by a paroxysm of lustful desire. His breath came in furious spurts of panting and he speared into her with savage determination, until still lying on his side behind her he was practically battering and goring her, his massively hardened cock plunging heavily up into her cuntal sheath, pushing waves of tender, warmly moist flesh ahead of its bulbous tip, his pelvis smacking up hard and tight into her soft fleshy buttocks. His steel-fingered hands grasped her hips and held her tight and immobile as he plunged and fucked into her with wild abandon.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooooooohhh!" Mantly groaned with every slamming piston-like stroke. "Oh my God ... oh God." She squirmed crazily as he jack-hammered into her, his strong, muscular body hot and tight against her, and his breath coming in raspy blasts of warm air on the soft, velvety skin of her shoulders and back of her neck.
"Christ," he grunted. "I've got to get inside you ... deeper ... deeper ... I can't get enough...." Suddenly, before she realized what was happening, her husband had rolled her over to her belly, his legs between her own, and he was hauling her backward up onto her knees, clinging savagely to her hips, his fingers digging in desperately, as he levered her into the animal-rut position before him. His knees slid inside her own, spreading her thighs wide apart, as she rested on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat.
Shame and embarrassment flooded through her instantly, when she realized that he was going to continue their copulation in this strange dog-like fucking position.
"Tim, darling, please . .-. let's do it the right way," she pleaded.
"There's no right way or wrong way, I keep telling you," he grunted as reassuringly as he could under the circumstances. "When you fuck, you just do whatever you feel like doing!" He reached forward with both hands to grip her shoulders, pulling her forcefully back tight against him, flattening her softly upraised buttocks against his pelvis with a solid, resounding smack of flesh on flesh and his balls, swinging heavily below, slapped hard into the spread-out reddish-gold, hair-lined lips of her widely stretched cunt.
She moaned wildly then as he thrust with animal-like, urgency into her, his thickly hardened cock going into her to its full length, deep in her nakedly quivering belly, and she could feel the smooth rubberiness of his swollen cock's head as it flicked back and forth against the neck of her womb, deep inside the clinging warmth of her cuntal passage. Now, he was pressing her thighs even wider apart, and he brought his hands back to the smooth whiteness of her nipped-in waist, holding her in a vise-like grip, as he began to haul her back and forth in a countering, fucking-back motion, against the lewdly plundering shaft of his lust-crazed cock.
He was filling her vaginal depths completely and stretching the tender flesh of her cunt's mouth madly. My God. His cock is going to split me in two! But then, his plunging cock was no longer painful as it plundered unmercifully into her, she felt the hotly clinging flesh of her pussy aglow with crackling electricity of ecstatic desire. It displaced all else, and suddenly, she felt as though her whole being, her very existence, was concentrated there below in the sensations being generated in her cunt. She had found her core. She was nothing but cunt. Cunt was her center. Cunt was everything!
And in her cunt was her husband's ramming cock. That's it ... that's it. I'm cunt! He's cock! That's all there is ... Suddenly she was fucking like someone possessed. It didn't make any difference. It was all she wanted ... all she would ever want! His cock ... it's getting bigger and bigger inside me ... it's killing me ... filling me to the brim ... oh, I'm going to explode with the immensity of it.
With detached amazement, she found herself moving her hips rhythmically back against her husband's cunt-stabbing cock, gyrating her hips in lewd, undulant circles voluntarily, in total abandon, giving herself entirely to the obscene fucking from behind that she was getting from her darling husband, and her erotic desires mounted with her uncontrollably. Turning her face back toward her husband, she groaned, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me hard...!" Tin saw her passion-contorted face, heard her lewd urgings and felt the urgency of her loins fucking back at him, and he went absolutely wild with elation and his own growing rapture.
Damn. It's incredible ... she's so hot ... she's actually fucking back like crazy ... Deep in her quivering white belly, he could feel his heated cock expanding and growing ever thicker and longer, as he jackhammered into her with erotic abandon. His lust swollen penis ached, and back there, somewhere behind the root of it, he could feel the searing burn of his sperm demanding its moment of spurting freedom. He was almost there, ready to cum spewingly ... and it was getting closer and closer....
Christ almighty ... By the way his wife's hotly clasping little cunt was swaying and dancing grindingly on the end of his heavily skewering cock, he was sure that she, too ... was ready to cum ... and she's letting herself go for once ... the thought excited him greatly. Mantly was like one cast under a spell. Things were happening inside her, delicious, rapturous things that she had never before known were possible, and she savored them, treasuring them in her memory. It was all so beautiful for a change. His husband's massive cock, fucking into her now hungrily sucking cunt,was beautiful. The whole world and everything in it was a kaleidoscope of wondrous beauty. Fucking was the most beautiful thing in her world. There was nothing with which to compare it. It was the epitome of all beautiful things.
Suddenly, her belly seemed to explode in one great moment of ecstasy ... and she screamed full-throatedly, knowing that she was cumming ... reaching for her long-awaited climax, the peak of human experience ... for the first time she had dropped her barriers and she was going to cum.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" She convulsed spasmodically, the release spreading through her entire body, exhausted from sheer relief, in one series after another of shuddering tremblings accompanied by short gasps of sheer pleasure. She just wanted to collapse onto the top of the bed, allowing herself to sink into its softness and giving herself over completely to the welcome euphoria, but her husband held her tight with insanely clutching hands, as he pistoned in and out of her wildly clasping cunt, she felt her thighs and buttocks splayed wide apart in one last flesh-slapping, cunt-splitting assault, as he strained to shove his cock into her as far as he could bury it ... Then, he was cumming ... She could feel the jerking expansions of his cock's shaft as it spurted his hot white sperm deep up inside her, an unearthly, animal-like wail emitting from deep in his throat.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnggggggg!" His load of semen was filling her entire love-hole. She could feel it splashing with jet-like force into the clinging sheath of her cunt that clasped him tightly to her. After several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks, he held himself rigid, keeping his pumping cock buried deep in her cuntal passage as the last drops of his life-liquid were emptied from him.
Slowly, his desperately clenched hands relaxed on her waist, and he slithered back away from her, his softening penis pulling out of her sperm-filled cunt with a lewdly moist sucking sound.
Collapsing forward, Mantly lay face downward, quiet and unmoving, profoundly moved by her very real orgasm, and she wondered at its magic transformation of her, from naive girl to full aroused woman.
"Well...?" her husband gasped after a few moments. "How did you like that?"
"I loved every minute of it ... it was simply out of this world ... my ... climax ... "
"And I love you, Mantly, honey, more than anything in the world ... and now why don't you try and get a little sleep ... "
CHAPTER NINE
Reg Parker was driving his car slowly along the deserted road that led to the Jensen's rented cabin. Around the next curve they saw the A-frame cabin and outside they saw parked a red station wagon.
"This must be it," Jason said. "Pull up here now, Reg, over by these bushes. Let's not leave the car out in front just in case someone spots it from the road."
"It's already getting light," Reg said, looking up at the sky. "Here, let me get the rope out of the trunk and I'll carry this piece of lead pipe to make it look good."
"Good idea, now when we go in shall we look around like we're looking for stuff to rip off?" Jason asked. "Yeah, we can do that but then get distracted by the redhead ... we better tie Tim up right away so she won't expect any assistance from him ... that high school drama class will come in handy now ... never thought I'd get to use it," Reg said, muffling a laugh.
"Come on you clown ... we've got work to do...." The two men picked up the props they would be using for their little caper and started up the hill towards the house.
"Shall we case the joint first?" Reg asked.
"Yeah maybe that would be a good idea ... I'll go around the back and look in the window." Jason walked around the back of the house and looked in the window. Whew, he thought to himself at the sight that greeted him. We got her just in time. He went back around to the front where Reg was waiting.
"What's happening, man?" Reg asked in a whisper.
"Tim's in there making it with his wife ... they're both naked on the bed ... Jesus Christ, she looks fabulous!"
"You knock on the door, Reg." Inside the bedroom, Tim had started fucking his wife again. Their bodies had just sort of gravitated towards one another in the big double bed even though they had had hardly any sleep. Tim's hard-muscled body was slithering downward, his moist lips trailing down through the narrow valley between her velvet-skinned breasts, the nipples full and erect, tingling with aroused excitement from Tim's sucking and nibbling of them, and she wondered what it was he was going to do to her next.
Then, as his teasing lips and mouth traveled lower still, down across the smooth, flat plane of her belly, his tongue dipped tauntingly into the shallow depression she knew.
Oh God, he's going to use his mouth on me ... down there ... on my cunt, like he did last night. Mantly thought about it, remembering how she had responded to him, against her will. Now, the rising excitement swept through her, as his mouth worked lower and lower on her nakedly quivering belly, the feel of his hands spreading her thighs, obscenely wide and the wash of cool air across the tender and already heated flesh of her cunt as he slowly parted the lips of her pussy, made her change her mind. Oh God, any moment now he'd be licking her, and she knew that she wouldn't object to it as she had before, for suddenly she found that she was holding her breath expectantlyanticipating those nerve-charging sensations he would bring to her.
I'm becoming a real woman now, a hot cunted little whore ... just since last night.
"What a gorgeous, tight little cunt," Tim breathed, his warm breath flowing over the moist, pink flesh of her cuntal entrance as he spoke almost as much to it as to her.
"Ooooooh," she moaned, "do it, Timmy. Do it to me!"
"Do what, baby?"
"Lick my cunt! Oh, Tim, lick my cunt!"
"Okay, honey, here I come," Tim dropped his head down between her wide-spread thighs, his tongue shooting out snake-like to bury itself in the warmly throbbing sheath of her cunt mouth.
"Oooooohhhh," she groaned, "ohhh, it's wonderful." Suddenly there was a loud sharp knock on the front door. Tim had been so engrossed in tongue-fucking his young wife's cunt that he had forgotten about the little arrangement he had made earlier in the bar with Reg and Jason. Oh shit ... too late to do anything about it now, he thought ... getting out of the tumbled bed to answer the door.
"I'll be right back, honey," he said reluctantly, pulling on his shorts. A moment later, Mantly struggled to a sitting position as she saw two men marching Tim back into the bedroom with a hammer lock holding his arms behind his back. One was holding a piece of lead pipe to his head and was carrying a length of rope over his arm. She let out a terrified scream.
"Oh, Tim, my God, what's going on?"
"Keep her quiet," Reg snapped.
Instantly, Jason Fell was there on the bed with her, his hand clamping down on her mouth to stifle her long, drawn-out shrieks.
"Shut up, lady...." he hissed menacingly, "and you won't get hurt!"
Her naked body squirmed in the blond man's grasp, and he was aware of how soft and smooth, warm and womanly she was. Shit ... she's really something ... This certainly was the easiest job he had ever undertakenand to think her husband had actually requested the two men to fuck her. His eyes swept over her with lewd desire. Christ, he couldn't wait to sink his aching cock into that delicious-rimmed little cunt.
Begging with her eyes, she stared up into this good-looking blond young man's pale blue eyes, and saw the raw desire there, and she knew immediately what he was thinking.
Oh, my God, he's going to rape me!
"Promise me you won't scream anymore and I'll let you go," Jason bargained. "If you don't shut up we'll have to tie you and gag you. Get it?" She nodded her head in agreement, and he released her; then she looked up to see her husband, Tim, who stood helplessly watching while a husky dark-haired young man held the length of lead pipe up to his head.
"Tim!" she wailed, "what on earth is going on ... who are these men?"
Trying to remain calm, but helplessly enraged, her husband spat out, "They're taking over. They want to rob the place." Reg standing over by Tim looked at the woman sitting up in the bed, long red hair disarrayed, terrified eyes looking around at them like a trapped animal, her body all mounds and curves and sculptured alabaster-white flesh that he knew would be smooth, soft and warm, was like a stabbing pain in his loins.
Christ ... she's even more beautiful than when we saw her in the bar. He couldn't wait to have her.
"Listen, we've got to tie this guy up," Jason said to Reg. "We'll tie him to this kitchen chair and leave him here with the woman while we look around at their stuff. Think there's anything here of value? Besides the redhead, I mean...." Reg walked out into the living room and pretended to look around at the young couple's belongings. Returning to the bedroom, he said to Jason, disgustedly, "They've only got a pile of shit here ... some bags of groceries, some clothes, that's about it. Maybe we should just eat it out of here."
"Well, we don't have to leave right this minute, do we?" asked Jason, once again turning his attention to Mantly who was drawn back in the bed, pulling the bedclothes up to cover her nakedness. "Because right now, I'd like to take a few minutes to fuck the daylights out of this beautiful little red-headed cunt!"
Now both men's eyes were raking over her body lustfully. Jason Fell began taking off his clothes, tossing the garments aside carelessly.
"I think you've got the right idea, Jason. She sure is a hot looking little cunt, I must admit," Reg said.
Jason only had one objective in mind. He smiled at Mantly in a clumsy attempt to put her at ease. "What's your name, angel?"
"Mantly...." she whispered. Dismally she shot a look at her husband, Tim, tied helpless in the kitchen chair. She saw that his grey eyes were wild, like those of a trapped animal; his muscles worked, rippling under his skin, as he tried to free himself. She was alone with these two husky, virile young men ... and there was nothing she could do to stop their lustful designs on her young body. She was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it.
God, I'll just have to resign myself to it. I don't want to be hurt ... or have them hurt Tim! Jason was slipping off his shorts to stand there beside the bed completely naked, and try as she might, Mantly couldn't help looking at him, her eyes riveted to the spearing penis that stood out, stiffly hardened and pulsing with lust, from the hairiness of his loins. Her eyes widened with new terror as she saw the enormity of it.
Coming to the bed where she sat cringing on the edge of it, Jason reached for her, but she drew back, turning and crawling to the center of the bed, her eyes darting desperately toward her young husband.
"Oh no ... please, please, don't touch me!"
"Your lover's no help to you, baby!" he told her, crawling up beside her and taking her solidly into his muscular construction worker's arms.
"You might as well make up your mind that you're going to be fucked ... I saw you through the back window a while ago ... you were dying for it then ... 'lick my cunt, darling' you were saying. Well, we'll see about that!" he sneered.
None too gently, he forced her to lie stretched out beside him, as his hungry mouth captured her full soft lips, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth as it burst through the barrier of her teeth. She hated it, hated him, as she recoiled and attempted to roll her head aside, but he held her tight and close; pressing in against her warm, white thigh below, she felt the rampant hardness of his penis, long and throbbing warmly.
Then the dark-haired man, Reg, lay down beside her, too, on the other side, and she felt his warm nakedness press in close to her, his erect penis gouging warmly into the dimpled, velvety skin at the base of her spine.
She was trapped between them, and she could think of no way to delay what was going to happen to her, for she was sure now that there was no escaping her fate. She was going to be fucked by two men ... two husky, muscular men. Two of themburglarswere they going to do it at the same time? Oh, God ... how can they?
Then the two men were pulling and hauling her into the middle of the bed to lie straight in it, and it was Reg who recaptured her lips, kissing her deeply, as she lay supine between the two naked men, their massive cocks on either side pressing tight against the alabaster whiteness of her trembling, beautifully tapered thighs.
It was Jason Fell's hands roaming over her body, massaging caressingly at her breasts, his fingers rolling the tiny, pink buds of her nipples to an unwanted erect state. Then his lips were there sucking and nibbling, taking the whole nipple and the tightly crinkled flesh of its areola into the warmth of his mouth.
Mantly had been aroused almost to the point of being too far gone, just before all the bizarre events had begun to happen in the bedroom, as Tim had licked and sucked her cunt. If those men hadn't burst in then she would have been begging her husband to stop tormenting her ... to shove his fully hardened cock in her and fuck her wildly ... wantonly.
She didn't know it, but her body, so fully aroused just a few minutes before, had merely put her eroticism on the back burner but it was still simmering. However much her mind fought against it, it was her body, now finely tuned to sexual response that would dominate her.
No, I can't enjoy it. It's not possible. These men are common criminals. That's why she was so surprised, only moments later, when her waiting passion was fanned into full flame, again, as Jason's hungrily sucking mouth, on the voluptuous, sensitive flesh of her breasts, first nurtured then brought her again to searing heights of desire.
Pressing her thighs close together, Mantly tried to deny the ecstatic sensation that raced headlong through her body, searing her belly, her breasts ... and her tremblingly aching loins. A little involuntary moan escaped her.
Ooooohhh, Tim, oh, good God, he's watching him suck my titties. What'll he think if I ... she shied away from even thinking about that. I won't ... I won't, I won't let them make me ... want it!
Just then, she felt Jason's body slithering lower, until he was kissing her belly moistly, and as he moved even lower, trailing his kisses down across the smooth flat whiteness of her stomach, Reg's hands were grabbing at her breasts with maddening urgency.
She knew ... oh God, she knew, nowthe goal of his searching mouth, as it arrived over the golden curls of her pubic mound, and his hands were reaching down to pry open her clamped-together legs apart. She could have expected it. What better way to bring a woman to total submission than by licking and sucking her cunt until she was putty in their hands. It's not fair. She knew what would happen the instant his tongue contacted her waiting clitoris.
"Lick my cunt, darling ... lick my cunt," Jason mimicked as he went down on her. Tim watched the other man's mouth as it came down over his nakedly writhing wife's cunt. He could see that her hips churned gyratingly under her in tiny, almost imperceptible circles. His little plan was working. She was going crazy to be fucked. It was all he could do to keep from throwing off the unknotted ropes that bound him.
When Reg squeezed her breasts and rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers, she groaned uncontrollably with the sheer ecstasy of it, but then he broke the deep, tongue-probing kiss and dropped his mouth to begin sucking on her nipples alternately, making them move rapidly in and out of his tensed lips while maintaining a strong suction, simultaneously; she was almost literally driven wild with a desire for more of the same. Suddenly, against her will, her hand cupped her breast up to him, offering it to him, begging him to suck it, of her own free will ... a will dictated by her wantonly rising desire, while her other hand came up to caress his cheek, as she looked down and saw, for the first time, the deeply tanned ruggedly handsome body and his soft dark hair lying across her heaving breasts. It was then, she knew, that she could not remain detached ... could not help responding, and her heart beat wildly, knowing that afterward there would be her husband Tim to contend with ... but dear God, I can't help myself....
Jason splayed her legs wide apart, his head nestling down into the angle of them, his mouth and teeth claiming the soft, velvety flesh of her inner thighs as he nibbled and kissed her there, his mouth like a firebrand on the sensitive skin, so close to his ultimate target of her nakedly exposed young pussy. Finally, she felt him use both hands to part ever so slowly the wetly heated lips of her vagina, and his tongue shot out to stab deeply into the mouth of her cunt, moistened with the droplets of exuding fluids from the walls of her vagina and from where Tim had cum into her before. Without thinking, completely out of control, now her hips undulated up against his face, and she moaned with the same passion her husband's tongue had produced in her.
Aaaahhhh! Their mouths are going to ... to lick me crazy! Shifting his body now to kneel between her widely spread legs, Jason used his tongue in expertly reaming circles just inside the coral pinkness of her vaginal opening. He grinned with lascivious satisfaction as her loins gyrated on the end of his greedy tasting tongue. Then, he pushed his mouth in tighter to her open cunt, as he began to stab his lingual member in and out of her in imitation of a fucking cock. The wanton countering thrusts of her hips up against him told him clearly that she was getting hot, that she was ready to be fucked.
Tim was right. Jesus, she was a hot little cunt, and she sure as hell wasn't inhibited or shy right now! He didn't know how much longer he could play around like this before he'd have to shove his aching cock in her and fuck her, but he wanted her ready for it. He wanted to make her cum, too ... wanted to know that he could make her cum explosively, and that he'd done it for both of them. It had been so long since he'd had a woman ... he prayed that he could hold on.
He inhaled deeply of the heady perfume of her womanliness, losing himself in the totally female flavor of her warm moisture, as he tongued in and out of her moist hairy little cunt. God ... she tasted like heaven.
Without let-up he tongue-fucked her, and she moved undulantly against his face, lewdly counter pointing his deep-lashing tongue.
Occasionally he nipped and gently chewed at the tender lips of her cunt with his teeth until she was almost a blazing furnace of thrashing desire....
Then his tongue came out of her cunt opening and pressured upwards through her coral pink hooded furrow to taunt the short, erect bud of her sensitive clitoris.
Her body responded spasmodically to the electric stimulation.
Oh my God. I can't help myself! It's not my fault....
Suddenly her hips heaved up off the bed, mashing her crotch tight against the supposed burglar's face, groaning with passion. "Yes, yes, do it, lick my cunt, lick my cunt," she commanded. "Then fuck me ... fuck me...." Jason lifted his head from her steaming, heaving genital area. Looking up at her over Reg Parker, who still sucked at her breasts, he asked, "Both of us ... at the same time?"
"Yes, yes, I want both of you. I want your big cocks, give them to me!" she cried. Then she remembered that he had said both at the same time. She hadn't thought about the logistics of it ... how could they ... both at the same time?
"Okay, you're going to get it, baby!" Jason smiled as his face disappeared down between her thighs again, as this time his tongue licked crazily on her tortured clitoris. Mantly felt herself sliding downhill into insane body pleasure as crashing sensations in her erotic zones built to mammoth waves of ecstatic desire. She raised her hips grindingly to offer them to Jason's madly lapping tongue, while at the same time she thrust her naked tits upward into Reg's face, wanting more and still more of everything they were doing to her.
Her eyes were closed, and she knew that it was only moments now before she would erupt into orgasmic release. Oh God, it's taking so long. Why doesn't one of them shove their cock in me. Oh, I want to be fucked ... fuck me....
Mantly's eyes were closed. She could not see the look in her husband's eyes. Nothing mattered to her. She could only think of her insane, sexual needs. She was too far gone to care about her husband, beyond reason, beyond caring about anything but satisfying her own treacherously needing cunt....
Now she felt Jason kneeling up between her legs. Opening her big eyes for a flickering moment she saw his handsome, lust-distorted face, long blond hair, blue long-lashed eyes and his compact, muscular body, almost like her husband, Tim's. He seemed like a good man, a man only in need of loving, of sexual gratification ... he was being gentle with her. So what if he was a burglar. He felt beautiful licking her body that way!
She couldn't deny her lusty desires now, as the next sensation she felt was the electrifying contact of the burglar's finger, teasing her clit, then dropping down to make a moist entrance up into her widespread cunt hole. Then, the sensation grew even more intense, and she realized that now there were two fingers, then three fingers, and then his whole hand moving in and out of her cuntal mouth.
Oooooohhhhh ... feels so goooood! Reg, meanwhile, left her sensitive breasts, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue probing deep into her mouth, while his hands roamed her body. She like the way the dark-haired man's hands roamed her body. She liked the way the dark-haired man's hand moved on her, the way he kissed her so passionately, and she took his tongue greedily, sucking on it gently at first, then more violently, using her teeth to nibble on its sinuous length. Then, he forced her to trade after a few moments, as he sucked and chewed on her tongue, finally shifting to concentrate on her lips, gently sucking them between his lips. It was all so maddeningly tantalizing; her erotic rapture building to such heights that she was sure she would explode any moment, like a human time bomb.
Moving her willing and unresisting legs apart with determined authority, Jason wedged his slim hips up between them, is hands running caressingly over the warm, soft smoothness of their luscious taper, and then he reached down to his hard, aching cock and worked the loose foreskin back from the tip. There were a few drops of colorless liquid exuding from its thinly slitted head, and when he took his hand away his penis throbbed yearningly, standing out lancingly, ready for its sexual advance. Undulating there before his eyes he saw that her flowered-open cunt, pink and wet, was ready ... inviting him, indeed almost commanding him to get inside her.
With a throaty groan of anticipation his hands went under her wantonly gyrating buttocks. He felt the satiny flesh of them, the muscles working smoothly in his palms, as he spread her wide to receive him, then, he came over her, the heavily pulsing head of his prick nestling down into the tight opening of her cuntal softness.
Suddenly, she yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me, ram your cock in, now!"
Jason didn't need a second invitation to cram his throbbing cock up the wetly waiting hole between her now voluntarily wide-split thighs. Flexing his hips, he drove the thick length of his hardened cock deep into the clinging, moist warmth of her pussy, the bulbous cock-head driving all the way to the pit of her cuntal sheath in one long, plunging thrust.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she moaned, the sound muffled against Reg's mouth. He expanded the shaft of his cock deep in her and was gratified to feel the muscles inside her hot little cunt-hole countering him with an eagerly clasping hold of her own. Meanwhile, he explored the curves and tapers of her quivering thighs, flat belly and full mooned buttocks, upturned now to take him yet deeper into the searing depths of her inflamed pussy, his hands moving incessantly as they swarmed over her luscious contours. Finally, his hand searched out the secret little hole of her anus, unprotected now in the wide spread crevice of her buttocks. Dragging his middle finger through the moisture that trickled out around the girth of his cunt-stretching cock, he probed up into the warm, spongy walls of her hotly twitching rectum.
Her breath caught in her throat and her hips recoiled away from his lewdly plundering finger. Slowly her pressed it into her tightly clenching anal hole. Her body jerked, and he heard her moaning whimperingly. Now with his palm flat against the smooth, white skin of her buttocks, he felt her screw herself down tighter on his middle finger, skewering her asshole with it and absorbing its full long length. At the same time, he fucked his thickly throbbing cock up into her open cunt another fraction of an inch.
"Oooooohhhh! Yes, yes, do it ... everything!" she groaned, helplessly. Uncontrollably, she rubbed her burning breasts up against Reg's hard hairy chest, and she reached up, put her arms around him and hugged him close to her, her fingernails raking his back with the intensity of her passion.
Below, she ground her hips wildly against the double ravishment of Jason's massively stiffened cock in her cunt and his middle finger buried deep up inside her asshole. Every cell of her body was responding to the two virile men, the uncontrollable sexual fires in her body consuming her entirelybut nothing was happening. She wanted to be fucked, wantonly, the hard, thick length of the burglar's cock plunging into her to the deepest, her sexual greed being unleashed in her like a snarling jungle beast.
Oh God, why isn't he fucking me ... I want him to fuck it in and out ... hard and deep. Twisting her mouth aside to break Reg's deep, tongue-thrusting kiss, she shouted, "Oh God ... stop teasing me and fuck me ... Goddamn it ... get your cock moving in there ... now!"
With long, smooth thrusts, forcing himself to the discipline of it, Jason began to piston in and out of her seethingly alive cunt, not thrusting hard and long or forcefully, but easy and unrushed. He sensed that she was very near to a cunt-bursting cum, and he waited, timing it, then at the right instant, he would give her everything he had in one final cunt-goring finale.
Hold back ... just hold back, then fuck the living shit out of her ... Her breath came raspy and harsh from deep in her lungs, and her eyes glazed as the raging sensations became almost unbearable, unquenchable except by soaring release in orgasm. Her hips ground crazily up to him, her cunt slithering up and down his desire inflamed cock-shaft, trying to absorb the whole lust-thickened length of it deep up into her softly quivering belly, at the same time as she wanted his finger buried deeper yet in her desire-charged asshole. She's fucking back, now's the time ... I can't wait any longer ... With an animal-like grunt, he flicked his slim, muscular hips and rammed his demanding cock powerfully, using all the strength of his strong body, driving it deeply, until his sperm laden balls smacked up tight and hard against the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks, from which at the last instant he had unplugged his finger with a moist little hissing sound of escaping air. Their pubic bones crashed together painfully, and Jason poised there, goring her deeply for a moment, enjoying the delicious sensation in his loins before he began to fuck her with insane determination, his cock in her cunt pistoning in and out with the surging power of a jackhammer.
Mantly moaned with helpless pleasure up into Reg's mouth. She wanted more of his probing tongue to suck upon, but she was disappointed when he raised above her, breaking the kiss and beginning to shift his body.
Suddenly, he was straddling her chest, his full buttocks mashing down on her wildly heaving breasts. She was confused as to his intention, then, looking up, she stared directly at his pulsingly massive cock, its lust-inflated head positioned only inches from her own passion-contorted lips. In spite of her own greedy lust, she turned her head aside.
"No, no, please, not that." She had the sudden, vague idea that he wanted her to suck it ... suck it into her mouth, and she recoiled away from it as she had always done from the idea of oral sex.
Then, he was gripping her head firmly with both hands, and turning it back towards him.
"Suck it, suck my cock, baby. Suck it off good," he growled menacingly.
Good God ... he really expects me to do it ... oh how can I?
She was repulsed. Struggling to free her head from his grip, she cried, "No ... not that, I've never done that!"
"But you're going to do it now!" His determined, dark eyes glared down at her, as he forced her mouth open by pressing on the muscles of her clenched jaw. The glistening head of his cock brushed her lips as he forced her mouth to open wide ... and then the thick spongy head was in the moist cavern of her mouth gagging her with its monstrous presence.
"Close your lips around it, now ... start sucking," he commanded. "Use your tongue, and be damned careful with your teeth!" She was helpless to disobey. With an effort she controlled the gagging sensation and ovaled her lips around the throbbing thickness of his cock ... Then, she swirled her tongue around it experimentally, licking at the smooth, satiny head. She found she actually liked the flavor of it. Hollowing her cheeks, she tried a hot little sucking motion, and she was amazed to hear Reg groan ecstatically above her suddenly lewdly bobbing head.
Below, Jason's frantically ramming cock rocked her extra hard; her body jerked with the thrusting jolt, her head moving forward involuntarily and instantly, without warning, her mouth was filled with Reg's hotly pulsing hardness.
Closing her eyes, Mantly began to suck desperately, trying to imagine that it was only Reg's tongue she was sucking, as she had before; while below Jason pistoned into her wetly consuming cunt with insane fury, overwhelming her with his animal like power, and she was filled with a sexual rapture beyond her wildest dreams.
As he plunged like a pile-driver deep into the steaming depths of the young woman's hungrily working vagina, Jason felt the building pressure in his balls below and he knew that it was only a matter of moments before he would cum spurtingly deep in her eagerly pulsing hole.
Above, Reg forced the thick length of his lust-engorged cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, leaning forward now and supporting himself on strong hairy arms as he began to flex his hips back and forth to fuck wetly in and out of her now greedily working mouth, which had become, in his mind, a smooth, hairless little substitute cunt. The tingling sensations in his sperm-swollen balls and the expanding throb of his massive cock told him, too, that he would have to cum ... soon.
Shit, her mouth is smooth and warmjust like honey ... And, then, as he looked down to see the glistening shaft of his prick disappearing up into her mouth, he saw that it was going in the full length, as his black pubic hair pressed up tight to her chin with every stroke.
God, she's taking it all the way down her throat! A powerful choking spasm wracked her throat, and Mantly tried to roll her head aside to force his withdrawal of that massive rod of flesh from her mouth. He held her tightly in place while he thrust straight up into her mouth. Around the head of his cock Reg could feel the tight little swallowing motions of her throat; the sensations it produced were wildly erotic, and it pushed him just that much nearer to his release. Damn. It was terrific. He could feel the searing, acid-like burn of his semen, demanding its due release in spewing orgasm, and he began to fuck in and out of her deeply sucking lips with greedy passion.
Tim Jensen, who was bound, but not tightly, to the kitchen chair on the opposite of the bed, was watching his wife Mantly being fucked by the two men he had offered to pay to turn her on. The erotic rape scene was making him hot as hell ... if it wouldn't have given away the phony set-up he would have jumped in too!
Christ, look at her fucking back ... and eating cock at the same time! She's gone over the limits! Below, he felt his own cock inside his thin underwear as it lurched involuntarily. He had been right to bring these two men he had met in that bar into his bedroom ... they were bringing his wife to new heights of sexual abandonment, and it was turning him on. And as for her, she better not try any of that 'right way' shit on him againso much for his shy, inhibited little wifeshe was sucking that guy's cock like a maniac!
Suddenly, the remaining vestiges of Mantly's reserve gave way in her, and she surrendered completely to the salacious sensations of the pair of cocks fucking wildly into her mouth and cunt. She wanted everything, a beautifully plundering cock in every hole, if she could have had it at that moment, sorry that the handsome, blond-haired Jason, whose cock was ploughing into her cunt, had pulled his finger out of her asshole. Instinctively, she reached up around Reg Parker's slender hips to pull him in closer yet to her, trying to relax her throat muscles, so that he could go deeply, easily into her eagerly sucking mouth and throat. Her humiliation and shame had fled, leaving complete acceptance and raw lewd desire for more and more of the same. It wasn't an unexplainable paradox. She had learned so many things in such a short space of time, and some of those, which she had at first shrunk away from with fear, she now accepted with delight. She was certain she would never be able to understand this phenomenon. What she did understand was the feeling of ecstatic rapture that flooded her entire being with sex-crazed bliss. She had never felt so vibrantly alive in her whole young life.
She was loving every moment of it, forgetting that she was being forced to do these things ... or was she? Who was forcing anything at this point?
Dazedly, she wondered whether the two potent men, together, would rip her apart as they fucked into her with ever more powerful thrusts into her mouth and cunt at the same time.
Two of them! I can't believe it ... two men fucking me crazy at the same time!
"Aaaaaahhhhh!"
It's too too wonderful ... And, for the moment she had forgotten completely about the fact that her husband was watching the entire obscene spectacle tied to a chair! Everything was whining now in the vortex of her passion, and she could feel herself being lifted as in a cyclone to the very heights where she would soon find sweet release from her agony ... soon!
Oh, uh ... I'm going to cum ... Then, below, as Jason Fell pounded deeply into her seethingly clasping cuntal hole, she sensed that he was driving desperately toward his own orgasm. He was fucking into her hungrily straining cunt like a crazed beast at rut, completely out of control.
She was concentrating on the intense gratification that his thundering cock generated in her, and she had never thought even for an instant that the dark-haired man who was ramming his thick cock deep into her madly sucking throat would spurt out his heavily building sperm directly into her mouth. Had she thought about it beforehand she might have been repulsed, even nauseated, at the very ideabut she didn't have time to let the idea enter her dazed mind.
Reg came suddenly. His jetting sperm splashed into her mouth in scalding rushes of viscous white semen, and she was forced to swallow, again and again, to clear the hot, piquantly tasting liquid from her mouth.
Then she was helpless out of control in the throes of her own orgasm that came to her soaringly. The ecstatic moment dimmed her eyes, shrouded her ears ... and there was nothing, nothing else in the entire universe but sex, cock, cunt ... fucking and sucking!
Oh, God ... I'm cumming, oh yes, aaauuuuggggghhhhhhh ... But she couldn't scream it out. Her throat worked, but no sound came from around Reg's pulsing cock stuffed deep in her mouth and all the way down into her eagerly gulping throat.
Below, her slim hips heaved up against Jason, squirming and quivering convulsively with the power of her orgasm. Expectantly, she waited for the moment when he, too, would erupt inside her wet clutching cunt.
Demented now, faster and deeper he fucked into her ... until with a roar of completion, she felt the heavily throbbing expansion of his cock's shaft deep inside her wet, slippery pussy and then she felt the white-hot sperm squirt from the slitted head of his huge prick to splash wetly against the sides of her greedily absorbing cunt walls. All three came to orgasm within seconds of each other, and greedily the two love-starved men caressed and massaged at her wildly spasming body until gradually, as the last drops of their semen were expressed, they slowly released her and rolled away from their positions on top of her to lie stretched out along either side of her still nakedly jerking body.
There was only the sound of labored breathing. Finally after several minutes Reg spoke.
"You're going to be a fabulous cock sucker when you grow up, kid."
Both men roared with laughter. Jason, on the other side, trailed a finger over the mounding contour of a breast and told her, "I think you're a great little fuck, honey ... sorry we won't be around to fuck you again ... got to get back to work, now. Lots of places around here to be ripped off....
She couldn't understand why the two 'burglars' started laughing again. Her. eyes drifted toward the chair where Tim was tied. He was glaring at her, wordlessly. And then she rememberedTim, oh my God, Tim. He was watching me, and listening to everything.
"Oh ... Tim, Tim," she groaned. She had lived fully, vibrantly for a few brief minutes ... but she would always have to live with her husband. Oh, what must he be thinking? She struggled to sit up between the two men.
Jason pushed her back down saying, "Don't worry about your lover boy here ... he knows we forced you. You couldn't help yourself!"
She lay back, unconvinced, not aware of the fact that her loving husband had arranged the whole escapade!
"Come on, man," Reg said. "It's daylight, we better haul ass out of here."
"Yeah, you're right. They got nothing worth ripping off, but it wasn't a total loss after all!" Jason said, giving Mantly a knowing wink before he jumped out of the bed.
CHAPTER TEN
"Do you think Tim and Mantly are still speaking to each other?" Bob inquired of Betty as they continued driving up the road from Warm springs to the cabin where they would be spending their two week vacation.
"Well, we'll soon find out...." Betty replied, laughing. "Oh, there's Tim's car ... that must be it ... that A-frame over there on the right ... they must have had some company ... there's two guys walking down the path by their house . wonder who they are ... I didn't know Tim knew anyone up here."
Seeing Bob and Betty pulling in to the house, Jason and Reg ran down to the bushes where their car was parked, jumped in and drove away in a cloud of dust.
"Why that's odd, wonder why those guys took off in such a hurry ... I hope everything's all right," Betty exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at the fleeing car a trifle worriedly.
Bob and Betty jumped out, and almost tripped over each other getting up the stairs into the cabin.
"Do you have the key, Betty?" But they didn't need it. The door was unlocked. They ran into the bedroom, where Mantly was untying her loosely bound husband from a kitchen chair. Mantly was naked and Tim was clad only in his shorts.
"Good God, what happened?" she asked as she pushed Mantly over towards the bed and continued untying Tim's ropes. "I'll have you untied in a moment," she assured. "Mantly you just rest for a moment."
"Why, Tim, these bounds are not that tight, I would have thought you could have worked yourself loose." She thought she saw Tim blush ... but wasn't sure.
"Oh yeah, just you try working loose when your arms are tied behind your back to a chair and a guy is holding a piece of lead pipe to your head," Tim steamed, self-consciously, hoping he sounded convincing.
Betty couldn't help noticing the voluptuous curves, the satiny skin, the full-mounded loveliness of Mantly's breasts as she lay back on the bed obviously nervous and rattled. She's a real beauty ... You can't blame any man for wanting to fuck that little cunt of hers....
She looked down at Mantly's husband and saw that his penis was fully erect. The sight of it gave her a little tingling thrill, which was doubled in intensity when she looked over at her husband, Bob, who was pacing around the room. He, too, had an involuntarily lurching bulge standing out against the cloth of his pants.
It must have been pretty hot and heavy around here! Mantly was lying on the bed gasping and sobbing. She had melted into tears of relief when Betty and Bob appeared in the room; she struggled to sit up and threw herself into the arms of Betty.
Betty hugged her soft naked form to her and cooed, "Everything's going to be okay, now, don't cry."
"Two men ... horrible burglars ... rapists," Mantly sobbed uncontrollably. "They burst in here, tied Tim to that chair and ... and ... "
"And what, honey?" Betty coaxed, when the sobbing Mantly faltered in her explanation.
"One of them held a pipe to Tim's head, they looked around here to rob the place but said we didn't have anything they wanted, so they forced me ... "
"Oh how dreadful, they didn't hurt you ... did they?"
"You should have seen her," Tim roared. "She couldn't get enough of those two guys ... she nearly sucked one guy's cock off his body and the other one was fucking her brains out his cock ramming into her hot little cunt and his finger reaming around up in her asshole ... and she was begging for more!"
Jumping out of his chair, he crawled up on the bed to kneel above his terrified young wife, who stared up at him, her mouth gaping open. "I couldn't help it, Timmy ... I just couldn't," she cried. "You loved every fucking minute of it ... the way you fucked them back, I couldn't believe it ... don't let me hear you talking about the 'right way' or the 'wrong way' again!"
Betty was there trying to soothe things over. "Calm down, Tim ... you're no saint, she couldn't help herself, I'm sure." Tim thought he was just about ready to get the academy award for best performance by a wounded husband so he thought he'd better cool it, besides, there was that little matter of his aching cock. His eyes gleamed then with renewed desire for his young wife. His massive erection throbbed from having watched his wife's debauchment. He really wanted to have her himself.
"Jesus ... I can't help myself ... I want to fuck you again ... right now!"
"No, Timmy ... God no ... not again, can't you wait for a while?" Mantly moaned.
"No, I can't wait!" Tim roared like a bull in heat. "I'm going to fuck you the only way you haven't had it yet!" Shaking Betty's grip from his arm, Tim reached down to his young wife, grasped her by the waist, hauled her up and flipped her over on her stomach. Prone on the bed, Mantly wailed, "Tim, what are you doing ... oh don't, not in front of Betty and Bob ... please stop it!"
Then he gripped her waist, hauling her up to her knees, the softly rounded moons of her quivering buttocks coming back toward the rage-hardened shaft of his pulsing cock that speared out menacingly from his hairy loins.
"I'm going to shove my cock right up inside your tight little ass, wifey dear," he exclaimed loudly. Mantly didn't understand him ... why would he want to do such a horrible thing to her ... her mind exploded with the enormity of the act he was about to commit ... was it possible?
Betty turned to her husband, Bob.
"Let's help them out. He'll hurt her if she's not ready, come on Bob."
"Yeah...." Bob said. "I'm going to help out all right, I want some of the action too, I want to dip my cock into that hot little cunt of hers without interruption this time...." Deliberately then Bob began to take off his clothes as Betty watched her lover, Tim, on the bed with his wife. The tall man was pulling back the heavy foreskin of his thick, pulsing cock with one hand, while with the other he held Mantly solidly in place on all fours before him. Then, he was flexing his hips and nudging the bulbous, blood-engorged head into the crevice between his wife's creamy-white, trembling buttocks.
Betty knew what would happen next, and she acted to delay it. Sexily, she climbed on the bed, unbuttoning her blouse at the same time and allowing the fullness of her breasts, unfettered by any restraining bra, to peep out prettily. Her hand reached out and grasped the shaft of Tim's hardened prick, feeling it warm and pulsating in her hand, as she had so many times before.
"Tim ... wait," she hissed at him. "You have to get her ready for it."
He was already prodding the head of it against the tightly puckered flesh of his wife's cringing little asshole.
"I want to get in there right now, Betty ... don't try to stop me," he cried.
"No," she squeezed his cock's shaft hard with her tiny hand. "She's got to be stretched, first before you fuck her there with that big cock of yours."
He was distracted, now. "Really?" he queried with a grunt, some semblance of sanity returning to him.
"Really ... believe me."
"What should I do?"
"Use your fingers ... starting with one, and working up to three, at least," she instructed.
"Okay." Betty released the pulsing shaft of his penis as he rocked back on his heels. She started taking off her blouse. Tossing it aside, she kneeled up to shed her skirt and panties, and she too was completely naked. Then, she crawled up to lie down so that her head was near Mantly's. She smiled into the younger woman's tearful face, saying, "It'll be easier for you ... after Tim stretches your asshole a little, don't worry, it'll be okay."
"Oh, my God, I don't care any more, I just want it to hurry up and be over with," Mantly sobbed.
Then she winced as she felt her husband shove his finger into the smooth, spongy passage, back there between her fearfully clenching buttocks. Betty reached out to cup a rounded, moon-shaped breast that hung down from Mantly's heaving chest, feeling its satiny smoothness and rolling the sensitive nipple to erection between her thumb and forefinger. "You'll enjoy it, dear ... just try and relax a bit." Mantly could vaguely understand that. She remembered how good it had felt with that burglar, Jason's finger, shoved up into her back there. She glanced up to see what Bob was now naked, and was crawling up on the bed to watch as Tim wormed his finger around in his wife's tightly clinging little asshole.
"But ... what's Bob doing?" she asked, looking around at him, seeing his nakedness, the lancing stiffness of his fully erected penis standing out below and throbbing with his heartbeat.
"Not him ... tooooooo?"
"Yes honey he can help himself," cooed Betty.
"That's right, Mantly," turning to Betty he said, "and tell her about you and Tim."
"You and Tim?" Mantly repeated. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, sweetie, Bob feels like it's okay . because Tim and I fuck each other whenever we want to. So he'd like to fuck you, now too ... we tried to let you know last Saturday...." Tim kneeling behind his wife, suddenly pulled his finger from her anus, replacing it immediately with two of them as he followed Betty's expert instructions. Mantly felt the searing feeling in her finger-stretched rear passage as her husband's two fingers plunged deeply into her back there, and she recoiled, trying to rock forward away from it.
Bob reached out to help Tim hold her solidly in place.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned. "It burns." Mantly had never experienced the hands of another woman, but she liked the soothing experienced way that Betty Watson's hands were roaming over her now. It was strange, but there was a tiny flame being rekindled in her belly, telling her that she was going to be aroused again.
Betty was talking intimately to her. "Listen, Mantly ... for a long time we've all wanted you to be like us, a real swinger! You're so young and beautiful and we just want you to enjoy life, the way we do ... share your body with us you'll love it!"
Mantly could barely understand what the older woman was saying. She had known that Tim was an experienced man ... had known that he had had lovers in the past. But Tim and Betty!!! It was too much for her young mind to comprehend. Why, he was her husband!
Mantly was lost in thought and hadn't responded. Betty prodded her, gently. "Did you hear me, Mantly? Do you understand what I've been saying?"
"I guess so ... I love all of you ... but ... "
"Good, it'll be marvelous."
Tim continued working his fingers around inside his wife's rectum.
"Is it all right, honey?" he asked, finally getting control of himself. "Is it all right with you if Bob and I fuck you?"
Mantly felt she could hardly refuse after what Tim had witnessed with the two burglars.
"Sure, Tim," she answered finally. "I love you all ... go ahead ... don't hurt me, though." Mantly couldn't believe how quickly she'd been aroused by her husband's finger squirming around inside her rectum, plus the stimulation of Bob Watson's hand that teased at her sensation-charged clitoris and Betty's knowing manipulation of her breasts. She was already again, a seething volcano of wanton desire, and involuntarily her hips had begun to rock back and forth almost against her will at their lewdly plundering hands.
Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh! It feels sooooooo gooooooodddddd!
She was sure now that had given the right answer.
Betty could now feel that building throbbing and the wet exudation of her own arousal.
Using his hands, Tim spread his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks, to reveal the tiny orifice, and he felt her tensing, as she waited for him to make his lewd entrance into her.
"Relax, honey," Betty Watson whispered into her ear. "You'll have to relax, so it won't hurt you...." Impulsively, Bob Watson's wife kissed her right on the lips! Mantly had never been kissed like that before. The other woman's soft lips and moist tongue exploring her mouth was like no other kiss. She liked it, and after a moment she was responding, kissing her back.
Then, she felt the blood-engorged head of her husband's fully hardened cock, pressing hard against the resilient orifice of her asshole. God ... she was scared ... but she had made her decision ... she wouldn't change her mind!
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! I can feel it stretching me ... ooooohhhhh I'm splitting in two!" With a sudden flexing thrust of his hips, then, Tim shoved the throbbing head of his cock up into her gently pulsing asshole. He felt it pop through the tightly stretched little ring of rectal muscle.
Jesus Christ ... she's so tight!
Perspiration was beginning to pop out on his brow from the energy he was expending trying to penetrate his wife's tightly gripping asshole. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mantly moaned down into Betty's mouth, and Bob's wife kissed her harder, her hands smoothing over the young woman's breasts, making them tingle with the soft touch of her palms on the smooth, satiny flesh.
Tim held quite still in her, feeling the tight sheath of her rectum squeezing around his bulbously throbbing cock-head. It excited him all the more, and when his penis expanded, jerking involuntarily, it made him gasp with the pure ecstasy of it.
"Christ...." Then he had to have it fucking up in her the full length. He shoved hard, and the shaft of his cock disappeared up sided the warm, rubbery clinging walls another inch.
"Hurry up ... for Christ's sake," Bob grunted. "I can't wait any longer!" Harder yet, Tim pushed, until finally, the full, lust-thickened length of his wildly pulsing cock was all the way up inside the spongy, smooth warmth of her tightly clenching rectum. He could feel her inner ass muscles contracting and relaxing around him, and it was driving him wild with erotic need. Experimentally, he pulled out a little way and then shoved it back in, glad that he had remembered to smear some cream on the head of his cock before he tried shoving it in her.
"Okay ... it's in ... turn her over now," Bob panted, as his hand went down to grasp the throbbing shaft of his cock that had begun to ache painfully. Betty scrambled to the side out of the way, as Tim wrapped his arms around his wife's trembling body and flopped over to his side, keeping her in the same relative position; then, he rolled over to his back, hauling her up on top of him, his cock still sunk deep up into her rear passage.
As Mantly's legs splayed obscenely wide, Bob Watson was over them instantly, wedging his hips up between the softly tapering flesh of her thighs, his hand guiding the lust inflated head of his cock to the moist pink slit of her cuntal opening. With no further ado, he rammed into her, his hardened shaft soaring deep, all the way to the base of it, in one smooth, cunt-spreading thrust.
"Oooooooohhhhhh ... my God" she wailed. And, then everything became jumbled in her mind. She was being fucked as she had never before been fucked. Above her, Bob Watson was plunging in and out of her searing hot cunt like an insane man; while below, her husband, Tim was jack-hammering up into the ultra-sensitive sheath of her cock-filled asshole.
All the while, lewd sensations of desire chased themselves through her, as her senses dimmed and she gave herself over to the complete enjoyment of it.
God ... it feels like they're tearing me apart with their big, beautiful cocks ... and I don't care, I just don't care! Betty was watching both the virile men, as they slaved away at fucking Tim's young wife, she just couldn't wait any longer. She had to be part of it too; the building passion within her had to be satisfied, and there was only one way. Her hand went down to her hungrily throbbing cunt, her finger slithering deep up into the hotly waiting little slit to find her erect clitoris, to caress the erectly pulsing little bud. She masturbated often; and she loved doing it, but then, she wondered: Mantly's really into it ... doing everything ... maybe just maybe ... she'd do that, too ... Suddenly, the young wife was staring up through passion-dimmed eyes into the wet, pinkly glistening pussy of Bob Watson's wife, the tiny, flowered open cunt-folds glistening dully with viscid moisture. Betty had straddled her head where it rested in the hollow of her husband's neck, and as she poised there above Mantly's lust-distorted mouth, she murmured lewdly.
"Lick me, Mantly ... eat my cunt, honey!"
In her present state of mind, Mantly was in a world of sex and wild hedonistic desire, as her whole bodyand her mind, not, tooresponded madly to every new thrill. Without hesitation or reservation, her tiny, pink tongue shot out the make electrifying contact with the older woman's pulsingly hard clitoral bud. Greedily she licked at it, as below, Bob and Tim fucked wildly in and out of cuntal and rectal orifices. She was filled to absolute capacity with plundering cocks ... and now she was bringing yet another dimension to her love-making, as she began thrusting her tongue in and out of another woman's hotly yearning cunt.
Faster, deeper, and harder, the two men plunged into her, as she lay happily sandwiched between them, and her whole world, she sensed, was going to come to an end soon. She felt her explosive orgasm coming, and she felt a little disappointed that it couldn't last forever and ever.
Beneath her, his burning cock working deep into the moist dark warmth of her rectum, Tim felt the burning hot sear of impending ejaculation, and he bucked upward against her to drive his lustfully expanding cock deeper yet. He felt her loins moving between them, fucking them both back, furiously.
Good God ... It felt good ... I've never experienced anything like this ... and with my shy little wife ... Then he was cumming, He slammed into his wife's rectum hard, and his cock was spewing out his hotly spurting sperm far up into the spongy depths of her asshole. He groaned with the deeply satisfying sensation.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, Christ ... it's wonderfuuuuuullllllll!" Mantly felt the expanding shaft of his cock, as her husband's semen jetted into her, while almost at the same time, she felt the convulsive beginnings of her own orgasm. Then, it was there for her. She soared upward rocket-like, her orgasmic release describing a parabola of heightening sensation on the way up, until at the apogee, she felt as though she could have gone into orbit, but then as gravity pulled her back towards reality, she was there again on the bed sandwiched between her husband on the bottom, his cock still pumping his cum frantically up into her greedily milking asshole, and her husband's best friend fucking his massive penis deep into her hungrily sucking cunt in insanely pistoning strokes like a pile-driver run amok.
Instinctively, she was tonguing in and out of Betty's steaming cunt above her in tempo with Bob's plundering cock in her own wildly clasping cunt. She couldn't scream aloud. Her mouth was too full!
Great convulsive shudders shook her body, and with a throaty groan, she pitched forward, curling her body on the bed, as she quivered helplessly with her insanely jerking release. Finally, then, Bob Watson was there, too. He came in great hosing streams of white-hot viscous semen, his cock expanding rhythmically as it was shot deep up into the young, double-fucked woman's salaciously clinging cuntal passage. With a grunt of satisfaction he collapsed pantingly on top of her, his legs straightening out, and he lay there heavily like a log. The four of them were lost in their deep enjoyment of their orgiastic sexual union, and the only sound for a few moments was the rasp of breath in four pairs of tortured lungs. After a while, they stirred. Bob rolled off from on top of Tim's wife and stretched out full length, his hand going out to cup the convulsively heaving mound of one of his wife's heaving breasts.
Tim squirmed from under his wife and took her solidly in his arms. He kissed her tenderly.
"I love you, darling," he whispered.
"I love you, too Timmy," she murmured. "I love you all."
"Do you think we should go into town, Tim and report the burglars to the police," Bob inquired.
"No, man, I don't think that will be necessary ... after all they didn't really take anything and they made Mantly happy!"
"Why don't we go into town and buy some champagne to celebrate our new addition to the swinger's club."
"Great idea ... champagne and eggs for breakfast."
Both men got up and only Betty and Mantly lay naked on the big bed watching the men get dressed.
"We'll be back with breakfast ... don't run away, now," "Oh, don't worry," they both smiled in unison, "we're going to be right here in this bed, practicing!"
