The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Cynthia Parks is one of the outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE FARMER'S HOT WIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Cynthia, baby," he said slowly. "Oh baby!"
Cynthia could feel her heart pounding as she got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She had found that a hot shower was the only thing that would ease her tension. Even before she got into the bathroom she could hear her husband snoring.
"Jesus," she said softly, leaning against the door. "What's wrong with me? What is wrong?"
She told herself that a good wife would not have these feelings. A good wife lived only to make her husband happy. Then why did she feel so unsatisfied every time she had sex with her husband?
It seemed like he would start an itch down there that he never completely scratched.
Cynthia took her hot shower and then dressed in bluejeans and an old sweatshirt. She wore no underclothes. She could already feel the hot, sticky air from outside.
It was this way every time her husband had sex with her. She would take her hot shower and then go outside. It would take a long walk before her skin would quit tingling and the itch between her legs would stop.
She ran a comb through her shoulder-length blonde hair just in case any of the farmhands would be up and about. She didn't want any of them seeing her looking like she'd just gotten out of bed, even if she had.
She knew that John often bragged to the farmhands. She had heard him once telling one of the younger men that it took a real man to keep a young wife happy.
After all, he was more than three times her age.
Cynthia opened the bedroom door softly so that John wouldn't awaken. She didn't know why she just didn't slam it. She didn't think anything would awaken him after he had taken his pleasure.
She hurried through the kitchen and out the back door. It was as hot as she'd been afraid it was.
Her jeans stuck to her immediately. She wished that she'd worn her halter top but John would have died if she'd been seen walking about the farm with her halter top on. He always wanted her to be completely dressed.
"You can never tell about the hands," he had often told her. "Some of them are pretty mean. There's not one of them that wouldn't take advantage of a pretty girl like you if he thought he had the chance."
Take advantage. Cynthia almost laughed out loud. She almost wished one of them would take advantage. At least, it would be different.
She walked slowly toward the barn. One of the things she liked about the barn was the horses. She had never got much of a chance to ride in the city.
That was one of the reasons she had married John.
Again she almost laughed as she thought of her girlish dreams about living on a farm. It was going to be wonderful. John was a very rich man so she wouldn't have to work hard. It would be a good life.
But she hadn't known about the need a woman could have.
She had been a silly virgin when she'd come to the farm, and she was still a virgin in a way.
John had never been able to satisfy the response he had awakened in her.
If Cynthia had been another kind of girl she might have looked for another man, but Cynthia had been raised a good girl. All she could do was suffer.
She stopped cold at the barn door. Tommy Raymond was working with the horses. Tommy was one of the farmhands who made her nervous. He was always looking her over as if he could see right through her clothes.
Cynthia started to leave but Tommy looked up and saw her.
"Hello, Mrs. Parks," he said.
Cynthia had a choice. She could leave and look stupid, and let him know that he frightened her, or she could walk right in as the wife of the owner.
She decided to behave like the owner's wife.
"Hello, Tommy," she said. "How come you're working so late?"
"I like to work late," he said. "I have time to think with nobody around."
Tommy quit picking the hooves of a horse and stood up straight.
Cynthia caught her breath. He really was a good-looking young man. He wore only jeans and a t-shirt and his muscles rippled every time he moved.
He started putting his tools away and she realized he was finished for the night.
She wondered if he had a girl and she decided that he must. Oddly enough, she found herself jealous of any girl he might have. She had a feeling that he knew how to make a girl happy.
He looked into her face and she saw that his eyes were laughing at her.
"Well," Cynthia said. "I guess I'd better go now."
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
There was something in his face that made her nervous all over again. She fought an impulse to run away.
"There's no hurry," she said. "But John might be missing me."
"I bet he doesn't," Tommy said. "I bet that old man just crawls in bed and dies after a hard day's work."
"That's no way to talk about my husband," Cynthia said.
"Your husband?" he questioned. He laughed out loud. "He's not really a husband to you, is he? I doubt if he can even make you feel like a woman."
She knew she should be screaming at him, or saying something to defend her husband. But somehow she couldn't find the right words. If only he hadn't beer telling the truth.
Tommy put his toolbox down and he came very close to her. She could smell his sweat and it didn't turn her off. It was a very masculine smell.
"Now I bet you'd really know how to treat a real man," Tommy said.
Before she could move, his arms went around her waist and he pulled her against him. He had an iron grip that she couldn't break out of. His lips searched for hers but she kept moving her head. "Stop it," he said.
"You animal," she said. "Let me go."
"All right," he said. "One kiss and I'll let you go if you still want to."
She looked into his hard face and she was amazed by the expression she saw there. He was insolent, but he was also full of pity. Then she realized that for some reason he was sorry for her.
"Let me go," she demanded.
"Only after one kiss," he said.
"All right," she quit struggling. "But you won't enjoy it."
His lips pressed down on hers. She tried to make her lips cold, but there was too much need in her. His lips were hungry, demanding, and not at all like when John kissed her. His kiss left her straining for more.
Suddenly was she pressing against him herself and her lips were searching for his. He kissed her a few more times and his tongue probed at her lips. She parted her lips and allowed his tongue into her mouth.
She knew she had to stop him. She had to stop him right now. She could feel her willpower draining away.
She pushed him away.
"No," she said. "That's all."
She thought she had him convinced until his arms went around her again and he picked her up.
He started walking with her.
"Where are you taking me?" she whispered.
"To the hayloft," he answered.
She could have screamed. She knew that one scream would bring everyone running. She also knew that if she allowed him to carry her up the steps to the hayloft that she would surely be unfaithful to her husband.
All the jokes came back to her about haylofts. The farmer's daughter in the hayloft. Except this time it was the farmer's wife, as hot as any town slut.
"Please," she said softly. "Don't take me up there."
"But you know you want to go," he said.
He carried her up the steps and she smelled the new-cut hay. He sat her down on one of the stacks. She could have run away. He allowed her plenty of room. But she couldn't find any strength in her legs.
"I've watched," he said. "I've watched you every minute since you've been here. I've gotten sick about that old man touching your sweet young body. He doesn't know the first thing about satisfying a young woman. But I do, Cynthia. I do."
"Please, Tommy," she said. "I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband."
"Sure you do," he said.
She kept protesting but she didn't struggle as he pushed her back on the hay and his lips pressed against hers once again. His tongue slipped into her mouth and made her feel even weaker and hotter.
Then his hand was going underneath her sweat shirt and cupping her firm titty.
Her blood ran cold at first. No man had ever touched her there but her husband. No man had ever caressed the flesh but her husband. She protested and tried to pull his hand away but she still seemed to have no strength.
He tugged at her shirt until he had pulled it up above her titties. He ogled her creamy peaks as if they were the first titties he had ever seen.
"I saw them jiggling," he said. "Lots of times I knew you went without a bra. I wanted to throw you down and tear your clothes off. I knew your tits would look like this. I knew they'd be perfect, big and firm."
She lifted her head and allowed him to pull the sweatshirt off. She moaned as his head bent to her pink nipples. Her husband had kissed her there a few times, but never had she felt a man's mouth do what Tommy was doing to her.
His lips opened and his hot breath made her skin tingle. He tongued her left nipple until it was hard and swollen and then he moved to the right. He had them both hard within seconds and he was sucking her tender flesh deep into his mouth.
"Oh Tommy," she moaned. "Oh, what are you doing?"
His mouth left her titties and went farther down, kissing at her navel. She felt hot little tingles going up and down her back. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. She was a good wife. She wasn't supposed to get this hot this quickly. If only John had satisfied her the way he should have.
His hot tongue trailed lower on her stomach and she felt his hands tugging at her jeans. He had them undone and he was pulling them away.
"Oh no, Tommy," she said. "You shouldn't."
He didn't listen to her as he continued to pull at her jeans. He got them down to her knees and she almost wished that she'd worn panties. Now he was looking into her pink cunt and her hairy bush.
"Tommy," she said. "Please stop."
Tommy's tongue went lower until he was kissing her pubic hairs. Cynthia shivered as she felt his tongue brushing against her sensitive flesh.
Again this was something her husband had never done to her. This was something that she didn't even know that men did. She wondered what he had in mind. She soon found out. He was pulling her jeans all the way off and she was entirely naked underneath him.
Somehow he had gotten his shirt off and she could see his tanned and rippling muscles.
"Oh God," she moaned.
His fingers parted her cuntal flesh and she felt one finger go inside her.
She had been so full of need earlier that his one finger awakened the fires. She cried out softly as she felt the hot spasms of pleasure in her cunt.
"You have a beautiful cunt," Tommy said.
Her husband had never talked to her. He jumped on and he jumped off and that was it. He never had time for much foreplay. Tommy was awakening passion that Cynthia hadn't even been aware she'd had.
He removed his finger and she felt his hands parting her flesh.
She looked down to see the top of his head as his face went between her thighs.
"Oh Jesus, Tommy," she moaned. "What are you doing?"
Then she found out!
She screamed at the delightful sensation of his tongue going into her hot cunt. He seemed to know what to do with it. His tongue caressed her flesh until every inch of her body was screaming with desire.
She felt her hot juices flowing in her cunt and she could hear him lapping them up. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It seemed like she was climbing a mountain, with each step bringing her closer to her climax.
He seemed to know when she could stand no more, for he pulled his mouth away.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he stood up. He unbuckled his jeans and she knew what he was going to do. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her eyes remained fixed on the hard bulge in his trousers.
He peeled his jeans down, kicked his shoes off, and then stripped his shorts off. He stood before her completely nude. Compared to her husband, he looked like some kind of greek God. He was beautiful. His blood-filled cock stood up straight as if it had been carved from hard marble. "Oh God," she said.
She knew that she couldn't stop him, even if she'd wanted to. And she no longer wanted to. She raised her arms to him as he lowered himself onto her body.
First she felt his hard knob against her thighs, rubbing against the inside of her thighs and leaving a little streak of wetness from his lubricating fluid.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Take me! Take me now!"
He was bigger than her husband.
She gasped as she felt him forcing his cock-head past the outer walls of her cunt. Her cunt seemed to be on fire and she tried to suck more of him in. He went into her slowly, gently forcing the walls of her cunt apart, stretching her in a way that her husband had never been able to manage.
He went deeper than her husband, so deep that she was afraid he would tear her in half. But she didn't try to stop him. She found herself begging him to put more and more of his hard cock inside her.
She wasn't satisfied until she felt him grunt and then he filled her completely. His balls touched against her and his cock was a very snug fit.
"Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus! I needed it!
I've needed it so long!"
"I know, baby," he said. "I know how you need it. That old man wouldn't know how to give you a good fucking. But I know. I know how to fuck your ass off!"
"Yes," she cried. "God yes, you know! You know how to fuck me!"
He brought his cock all the way out of her and then he slammed it deep into her cunt once again. She moaned as she felt the delicious sensation of being so filled up by him. It was fine. It was wonderful. It was everything that she had imagined.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me really hard."
"You cunt," he said. "You sweet, fucking cunt!"
It was true. That was what she was. A sweet fucking cunt. A hole that needed a cock. She allowed him to call her the names and it excited her even more. Tommy knew what she was, it was almost like he could look into her soul and see the hunger there.
She would be anything Tommy wanted, do anything he wanted, as long as he kept fucking her. And Tommy kept fucking her! Like she'd never been fucked before! His hands went underneath her ass and cupped her firm asscheeks, squeezing them with every hard stroke. His cock sent shivers through her every time he entered her. It was not like he was fucking her, but more like he was beating her to death with his cock. And God, how she loved it! She tried to squeeze her cuntal muscles together every time he slammed his swollen organ into her.
"Jesus, it's never been like this," she cried. "John couldn't fuck me like this! Oh, you have such a big hard cock. Oh Jesus and God!"
She moved with him. She tried to swallow him up with her cunt. She had a mental picture of what she must look like, her mouth opened in passion, her blonde hair streaming wild, with his cock going in and out of her hot cunt.
The mental picture made her even more excited.
She crushed him harder against her titties, loving the feel of his hard muscles against her tender nipples. She closed her eyes at the first shock of her orgasm.
"God," she said. "I'm coming, Tommy. I'm coming. Your hard cock is making me come! Oh fuck me, Tommy! It feels so fucking GOOOOOOOD!"
Her entire body shook with the tremendous explosion that came from inside. She trembled and cried and ran her fingernails down Tommy's back. She knew she had drawn blood, but she didn't care.
Her throbbing pussy kept relaxing and tightening up again and flooding his cock with her flowing juices.
Then she felt him tense and she felt his cock grow inside her. She felt the hot seed burst out of the end of his cock, and fill her cunt. She mashed him against her again as she took every spurt of his cock.
She held him tight for a long while until the waves of pleasure quit washing over her.
She regained a little bit of her senses then.
"Oh God," she said. "What have I done?"
Tommy had gotten off her and he was starting to get dressed.
"You did what you wanted to do, baby," he said softly. "Only what you needed."
"No," she said. "No, you forced me!"
Tommy smiled because he knew it wasn't true. She put her head down in shame because she also knew it wasn't true. There had been no force. Her cunt had been so hot she had almost raped him. The farmer's wife with overly hot panties and the big, rugged farmhand.
"Oh Jesus," she said.
"Don't take on so," Tommy said. "You needed it and you got it. Don't worry. You'll be back for more. Your kind always is."
"My kind?" she asked.
"Sure," Tommy said. "You got a hot pussy and hubby can't take care of it. Just ask, baby. That's all you have to do. Just ask and I'll give you a little more."
She looked at Tommy with a shocked expression. He was so sure, so confident that she would be back. She felt a fierce anger come up in her. Well she wouldn't. It had happened and she was ashamed but it would never happen again. Never again. She was sobbing as she got her clothes and put them on. Tommy's laugh followed her down the stairs.
"You'll be back, baby," he said. "Your kind always comes back."
CHAPTER TWO
Cynthia felt guilty for days after that.
She found she couldn't look her husband in the face without blushing. She felt cold when he tried to make love to her. He seemed to realize something was wrong but he didn't question her.
John was happy as long as she spread her legs. She didn't have to enjoy it. As long as he had a hole to put his cock into. She tried to be nice to him.
She tried to do anything he wanted as quickly as possible. But every time she saw Tommy she felt a funny ache between her legs.
She couldn't go back to him. She kept telling herself that. She would never go back to Tommy. Never. But as each day passed, her needs seemed to get stronger and stronger.
"I'm going into town today," John told her at breakfast a few days later. "Would you like to go?"
Cynthia knew she should say yes because it meant she would be left alone on the farm.
"No," she said. "I'm feeling tired."
"All right," John agreed.
She told herself that she really did feel tired. That her staying had nothing to do with Tommy. She told herself that she would spend the afternoon sleeping. A good long nap would do her good.
But she was wide awake when John left.
She lay on the living room couch for a long while before deciding she would take a ride. John didn't like her to ride alone. She decided she would get someone to ride with her. Tommy.
"No, damn it," she said loudly.
But she got up and dressed in a riding skirt and blouse. She pulled her hair back in a severe bun and put a little riding cap on top.
She surveyed herself in the mirror.
She didn't look like she was trying to turn anyone on, she told herself. She looked as if she was going for a ride. A nice, pleasant ride in the country. That was all she needed.
She went down to the stables. Two of the hands were working with the horses. She found herself looking around for Tommy, but she didn't see him.
"Hello," Billy Caine said. "How have you been?"
She hated the way Billy Caine acted around her, and he had been acting worse lately. He was the oldest of the hands and he was kind of dumb. He was also the strongest of all the hands. His wide arms made two of Tommy's and three of her husband's.
"I wanted to ride," Cynthia said.
"Well, I'll saddle a horse for you," Billy said. "You'll need someone with you."
"I thought that ... I thought Tommy might be around," she said nervously.
She caught a quick glint of something she didn't understand in Billy's eyes. It was like he was laughing at her.
"Tommy ain't around," Billy said. "But I'll ride with you."
Again she was betrayed by her own feelings of being a wife and the wife of the owner. She couldn't go through her life being afraid of the farmhands. Her husband had warned her that she had to be tough with the help or they would take advantage.
"All right," Cynthia said. "I don't really care who rides with me."
Billy saddled the horses and they rode off toward the distant mountain. Her husband's land ran about two hundred acres in that direction. She liked to ride that way because the boundary was a cool-looking stream.
She didn't speak to Billy but she was aware that he was at her side. She could feel his eyes burning holes into her skin.
She was beginning to be sorry she had agreed to ride. At least she felt she could handle Tommy, but there was something dangerous about Billy Caine.
They came to the boundary of the running stream.
She turned her horse around.
"Let's go back," she said.
"We need to rest the horses," he said. "Get down and stretch your pretty legs."
She glared at him in anger at his comment about her pretty legs, but she couldn't find the words she wanted to say. Perhaps it was better just not to say anything at all.
Give him no excuse to talk farther about her legs.
She got down off her horse and walked to the edge of the stream. She was aware that he was standing right behind her.
"Yes sir," he said. "Pretty legs. Prettier legs than I've ever seen."
She turned around. He was almost close enough to touch her. She was mad at him. She lifted her head proudly and savagely slapped him in the face.
He didn't move. His face turned red with the mark of her fingers.
"That's enough talk," she said. "Let's go back. I won't tell my husband this time."
"Tell him what, baby," Billy said. "Tell him that I talked about your legs. Hell, Tommy did more than that, didn't he? He felt them."
She froze. Tommy couldn't have told this big hulking monster about what had happened. He couldn't have. But she looked into his face and she realized that Tommy had told.
"Don't get uppity with me," he said. "I only want a little of what you've been giving Tommy."
"Don't touch me," she said.
She clawed at his face as his arms went around her back and he crushed her against him. She drew blood and he released her quickly.
"Bitch," he said savagely.
She hadn't expected to be hit but she saw his fist coming at her. She tried to dodge him but he struck her hard in the stomach. All her breath went out of her and she bent over double. She was almost sick.
"Now be still," Billy said softly. "I want you to be nice to me."
She tried to run. She still felt sick to her stomach and he caught her in two strides.
He put his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his huge body.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Tommy fucked you and I'm going to. Now you can have it the hard way or the easy way. Which will it be?"
"My husband will kill you for this," she whispered.
"I doubt it," he said. "Not when we tell him that you're giving it to anybody."
His arms tightened around her and she could suddenly feel the bulge in his trousers. He was pressing against the crack of her ass and it made her feel weak.
His big hand went from her waist to caress her cheek. She trembled as his hand ran over her cheek and then dropped to her titties.
He fondled her right titty through her blouse. Her nipples became immediately hard. She could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck.
"No," she whispered. "You can't."
"I've wanted to touch these for a long time," Billy said. "Tommy says you have a beautiful pair. A really beautiful pair."
"Please," she said.
He was still holding her, from behind, as his clumsy fingers started undoing her blouse.
She kept telling herself that it couldn't be happening, that she was not being raped by her husband's farmhand. But was it rape? Had she come out here asking for it?
He got her blouse unbuttoned and he tugged it out of her skirt. He turned her around so that her firm young titties were pressed against his chest. He pushed her away far enough so he could ogle her twin peaks, cupped in a black lace bra.
"What sweet-looking things," he said. "Like two struggling puppies trying to get out. Sweet-looking!"
"Please don't do anything to me," she said.
He pushed her away from him.
"Don't do anything," he said. "Hell, you want it. You've got a look in your eyes, baby. It says your husband isn't giving you any good cock. Well, I've got a big one, baby, and it's going to make you feel real fine."
She looked into his brutal face and she knew she could expect no mercy. She was going to get raped no matter how much she begged and pleaded. Then she realized that it wasn't going to be rape. She didn't want to enjoy it with this brutal-looking man but she knew she was going to. She couldn't help herself. She was already beginning to feel weak.
"You're going to like it, baby," he said.
He reached two big hands behind her back and he easily unsnapped her bra. He tugged it over her arms to reveal her lovely mountains of flesh.
"Hmmmm," he said, licking his lips. "Tommy was right. You do have a beautiful pair of jugs."
He was so strong, so masculine. She knew he wouldn't be the type who would jump on and off. He would be the type who would fuck her blind!
He ran his huge, hairy hands over her titties, squeezing the flesh so hard it almost hurt. Tears were hi her eyes. He wiped them away.
"Now don't go crying," he said. "You know you're going to enjoy being fucked by a real man."
"Oh my God," she said softly.
He was telling the truth. She was crying because he was telling the truth. She was already beginning to feel a wet, hot need between her legs. A burning fire that could only be quenched by his cock.
"Shit," he said. "My cock is so hard. Take it out for me, baby."
She hesitated but he took her hand and forced it to his huge bulge. She almost fainted as she felt the size of it through his trousers.
Billy hadn't been lying. She could tell he had a big one. A really big one. She fumbled with his trousers but she got them undone and then reached her small hand inside.
Her fingers came into contact with his massive tool. His prick jumped in her fingers.
"Pull it out, baby," he said. "Go ahead and pull it out."
She pulled his throbbing member through his trousers. She felt even weaker as she stared at the huge organ. Larger than her husband's and Tommy's, it was a huge thing marked by blue veins. The single eye on top already blinked with a drop of pearly white.
"Rub it, baby," he said. 'Rub it hard."
She laced her fingers around it and began to slowly jerk him off. Up and down her fingers went on his sweaty tool, her hand getting wet from his lubricating fluid. The cock-head looked as if it was glaring at her.
"On your knees, bitch," he said.
She knew what he wanted. She drew her hand away. She had never been on her knees before a man. It wasn't just that she had never sucked any cock, including her husband's, but simply that it was too degrading to be on her knees in front of a man.
One look in his eyes told her that he was serious and that she wasn't going to be able to escape from his clutches. She had never before felt so weak and helpless.
"Do it," he said. "You know what I want."
He pushed her down by her shoulders. She fell to her knees in front of him. His huge cock was inches from her lips. He put both hands on the back of her head and forced her closer to his cock.
"Do it," he said. "I can tell you're a cocksucker. You're the type that loves to suck a man's cock. Now do it!"
He pushed his cock at her red lips and she slowly opened them. She gagged at his strong smell, but she wasn't allowed to pull her mouth away. He rubbed his cock along her lips until she tasted a little of his salty fluid.
"Pretty blonde cunt," he said. "This is where you belong. On your knees sucking a man's prick."
This time he pushed his cock partly between her lips. She opened her teeth and he pushed his cock into her mouth deeper and deeper.
She felt his huge cock-head against the back of her throat and she knew she'd gotten more than half of his long rod inside her mouth.
It seemed like enough, but he wasn't satisfied with that.
"Relax, baby," he said. "Relax and I'm going to put it in your mouth all the way to my balls."
She suddenly began to get a vivid mental picture of what she looked like on her knees sucking Billy's prick, her red mouth working feverishly on his swollen cock, her lips and tongue trying to suck the juice out of him. The mental picture made her feel weak and hot between her legs.
Billy gave another shove and his cock went into her mouth all the way to his balls. She couldn't control her obvious desire any longer.
She brushed her long blonde hair from her face and she went to work on his cock.
She coated him with her saliva as her mouth ran up and down the length of him. She kissed and nibbled on the huge cock-head and then she drew him into her throat again. She kissed his heavy balls.
Billy was groaning and she felt the tension in his body. She felt his body jerk and then her mouth was suddenly filled with his hot cum. She spit some of it out, but some she swallowed. It really was not such a bad taste and it made her body tingle.
He jerked once again and then he withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He rubbed it down her cheek so that she felt the wet of his cum.
He took a handful of her hair and wiped himself. He stood back with his beefy hands on his hips.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," he said.
"Aren't you done with me?" she asked.
"Done?" he asked incredously. "Honey, I've still got to dip my wand in your honey."
She had been holding her breath waiting for his answer. Her pussy was tingling and she had never before felt the hot urge so strong. She stood up and unzipped her skirt. She kicked out of her skirt and pulled her boots and panties off. He licked his lips as he stared at her naked body.
"You sure a sweet looking woman," he said. "As sweet a looking a piece as I've ever seen."
She was trembling but it wasn't because she was afraid. She saw his cock growing hard again and she wanted it between her legs. He saw where her eyes rested and he smiled.
"Don't worry," he said, as he started to undress. "You're going to get this pretty quick now. Why don't you lay down on your back and spread them pretty thighs?"
There seemed to be no way she could refuse him anything. She dropped down to her knees and then to her back. She spread her legs, as he'd wanted, and she felt his hot eyes on her pink pussy.
"Good God," he said. "I'm going to rip off some of that. Pretty goddamned pussy!"
He ripped off his clothes, revealing a scarred and rugged-looking body covered with black hair.
Why, she thought, he's like an animal!
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized he was indeed more like an animal than a man. Like a great hairy bear that was about to ravage her. That was all right. She wanted to be mauled and taken by force. Fucked like she'd never been fucked before. He was just the type of man who could do it.
He kneeled between her legs and pushed two fingers roughly into her pussy. He moved his fingers in and out until she was writhing with pleasure.
"Please," she said. "Please."
"What do you want, cunt?" he asked.
"I want you," she said. "I want you to fuck me."
He laughed at her. She knew he was laughing because she was so aroused, but she didn't care. She put her arms around his waist and pulled him down on top of her. His fingers came out of her cunt but she felt his blood-filled pole pressing against her pussy lips.
"God," she moaned. "Put that thing in me. Put it in me now."
He forced his cock brutally into her, but that was how she wanted it. He slammed it deeply within her cunt until his balls slapped loudly against her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes!"
She was so hot and wet that her first orgasm came almost immediately. He knew not to stop as her body began to rub against his and low moans came from her throat. He kept fucking her, driving his huge weapon so deeply into her that it almost tore her apart.
Her senses exploded in throbs of rhythmic pleasure and still he kept slamming that huge meaty staff into her.
Her body felt exhausted as her first climax passed over her.
"Oh God," she said weakly. "Oh God!"
Almost immediately she could feel the heat building in her body once again. This was the way she'd imagined that sex was. He was killing her with pleasure.
"Keep it up," she cried. "Keep doing it to me. Keep on fucking me hard!"
A second climax exploded in her body and immediately a third started building.
She knew the third orgasm was going to be one like she'd never had before. She wasn't anyone's wife any more. She was a hot creature living only for the cock that impaled her. She was a slave girl being ravaged by her master and loving every stroke.
"Jesus," he said. "Jesus, you're so tight I'm going to have to come. Oh fucking Christ!"
She lowered her head and bit him on the shoulder. She sank her teeth in until she tasted blood. He only grunted and drove his cock into her harder and harder.
"Jesus," he said. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to blow my wad. Oh Jesus!"
"Yes," she cried. "I can feel you coming in me. Oh come, please! I can feel your hot cum! Oh Jesus, I can feel your hot cum. OH FUCKKKK-KKKKK MEEEEEE!"
She was hardly aware that she was clawing his back and screaming. She had never before had the cat so awakened in her. She was immediately ashamed of herself as the throes passed.
She felt him get off her. He once again rubbed his cock across her cheek and wiped himself in her hair.
"Get up," he said.
She looked wide-eyed at his broad back where her fingers had carved bloody scratches.
He grinned at her as he put his shirt and trousers back on.
"Wild pussy," he said. "I love to fuck a wild piece of pussy. Last time I had a piece that good was a Chinese girl who worked in a whorehouse."
He was comparing her to a whore. Well, she thought, maybe that's what I am. A farmer's hot wife. She blushed red as she hurried pulled on her clothes. She didn't look at him on the long ride back to the farmhouse.
CHAPTER THREE
Cynthia had shamed herself and her husband twice but she had no intention of ever letting it happen again.
She quit riding as much as she had before. She quit going around the farmhands at all. She especially kept away from Tommy and Billy whenever they came around the house.
She convinced herself that she didn't need the kind of love that Tommy and Billy gave her. She tried to satisfy herself with her husband and she dismissed the dull ache she had after sex with him.
He was not sexually exciting, but he was her husband and she was not going to be unfaithful to him anymore. She was doing all right until the planting season.
It had been almost three months since she'd even looked at a man except for her husband. Three months of fighting her impulses and desires. She was proud of herself. Very proud. She had no fears when her husband told her that he was going to have to be away from the house for a couple weeks. It was planting season and he was going to have to spend most of his time in the fields.
That was all right with her. There was plenty for her to do in the house. She had reading and some painting. She didn't mind her husband being in the fields.
She set up her canvas in the kitchen, where there was plenty of light, just as soon as her husband left for the fields.
She was absorbed in her painting when she heard someone at the back door.
She didn't look up. She thought that it was her husband back for something he had forgotten. It never occurred to her that it was someone else until she heard his voice.
"Well," he said.
She turned quickly and saw that he was a tall, dark-haired man that she didn't recognize.
"My name's Temple," he said. "I've come to help with the planting."
He took her breath away. He was Billy and Tommy rolled into one. He had the rugged body of Billy with the handsome features of Tommy. He was looking at her as if he could look right through her clothes.
She wished she had on more than a pair of short-shorts and a halter top that revealed the plunging crack between her heavy tits.
"My husband is in the field," she said.
"Your husband," he said. "I thought maybe he had gotten himself a maid or something. You look too young to be a wife."
"That's none of your business," she said.
"Too young," he said. "And too beautiful. I bet it's hard to keep you down on the farm."
She was shocked by his words but she was even more shocked by what he did next. He came up close to her and put his strong arms around her waist. The three months of need and fighting her desires came to the surface as her lips met his. She found herself responding in a kind of fiery hunger.
He pushed her away.
"Where's your husband?" he asked.
"I told you," she said. "In the fields."
"When will he be back?" he asked.
She wanted to answer him one way, but she found herself telling him the truth. Her husband would not be back for hours.
"Come on," he said. "Where's the bedroom?"
He pushed her ahead of him. She couldn't control the loud hammering of her heart. She also couldn't believe what was happening. It had been different with Tommy and Billy. They had practically forced her. But this man had only to kiss her once and she was responding to him.
She tried to get back her control as he pushed her into her bedroom. The sight of her husband's tie on the end of the bed helped her to be firm.
"Now wait," she said. "This is crazy."
"Shut up," he said. "Don't you think I know about you? Don't you think that nearly everybody in town knows about you? My God, you nearly clawed Billy to death."
She couldn't speak. How could Billy talk about her? Was it true that Billy had told everybody? Surely he wouldn't have told.
She looked into Temple's eyes and she saw that it was true.
Billy had talked about her and now Temple was here to get his.
She suddenly wondered how many others there would be. How many after Temple? Would every man in town have her before it was done? Did all a man have to do was kiss her and then drag her off to the bedroom where she would drop her hot panties? Maybe Billy was right about there being a look in her eyes.
"No," she said. "I'm not like that."
She was slowly growing angry and she tried to push past Temple.
He caught her by the arm and flung her back on the bed. She watched him undress. His long cock was already hard. She caught her breath.
Damn it, that feeling was already between her legs. That fiery itch that she couldn't control. This man knew it. He smiled at her as he grasped his cock in his hand.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked her.
"You really didn't come to help in the planting," she accused.
"Of course not," he said. "I heard all the farmhands were getting sweet pussy and I wanted some of it before it was all gone. And now I'm going to get some!"
"Goddamn you," she said. "Goddamn all men. They're all filthy."
"Sure they are, baby," he said. "And they've all got cocks and you love them."
She sobbed because he had struck a weak spot in her character. Billy had told her and now this man was telling her. She loved cock. She didn't love the man, she loved the pleasing feeling his cock gave her.
"Oh hell," she said.
He was completely naked and he had a body that made her breath get rapid.
"Oh God," she said. "Don't do it to me. Please don't. I can't control myself."
"I know, baby," he said.
He came to the bed and stretched out beside her. His hand came up to cup her titties. He didn't remove her halter, he only felt them through the material. She closed her eyes as his fingers caressed her.
"Oh God," she said. "Oh God, stop. Oh God, please stop. I can't take it."
"You're going to end up begging me for it, baby," he told her.
It wasn't fair. Why could some women control their passions and not her? All a man had to do was look at her with desire in his eyes. She felt his hard cock against her bare thigh. She again wished she hadn't worn the short-shorts but she somehow knew it made no difference.
He had come here to fuck and fuck her was what he was going to do. It wouldn't have made any difference what she was wearing. His hands went underneath her halter to squeeze her firm flesh.
She felt hot little tingles between her legs. She cried out softly that she wanted him to stop but he only laughed. She knew he could feel the need of her hot body.
"Raise up," he said.
She raised up and he stripped the halter top over her head. He bent his head and his wet lips ran over her tingling flesh. Her nipples grew hard, her titties swollen with need. She moaned deep in her throat.
She didn't understand how she could feel like this. She had always been a good girl. She had been virgin until she married. She had never let a boy put his hand on her titty, or let him get into her panties. Now it seemed like she couldn't keep her panties above her knees. God, what was wrong with her? Was she turning into a nympho or something?
She didn't know, but she did know that she felt tingly as his tongue flickered all over her flesh.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh, I can't stand it. It feels too good. I can't control it."
"I'm going to make you beg for it," he said. "I'm going to make you so hot you beg for it."
She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was begging for it. She couldn't help the heat that seemed to take control of her body. She wanted his cock between her legs just as she'd wanted Tommy's and Billy's.
She reached down his leg and wrapped her fingers around his large cock. He had a good, thick one that she knew would help the itch between her legs.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned.
"They were right," he said huskily. "They said you were hot for it. Hot for cock. Hot for my cock, baby. Hot for it to be deep in your cunny. Hot, baby!"
"Oh God," she moaned. "Just do it and get it over with."
He wasn't in any hurry. He already knew that her husband wasn't coming back for hours. He knew he had all the time he wanted with her and he was going to enjoy every minute. He put his fingers to her short-shorts and he unzipped the front.
He pushed his hand inside to feel her wet panties.
"Jesus," he said. "You're already ready. You are one hot little cunt."
She tightened her fingers around his cock and she had the urge to go down on him. She remembered the taste and feel of Billy's cock. She remembered the good feeling when he came off in her mouth. She wanted to feel it again. She pushed Temple over on his back and her hungry mouth went down his body.
"Jesus," he said. "You give head, too! Oh, I love it. Suck my prick. Put them fucking red lips on my prick and suck it dry!"
He was yelling loud enough for the men in the fields to hear, but she couldn't make him shut up. She went down farther to the place below his navel. She licked and sucked at his skin. He wanted no hesitation on her part. He pushed at her head.
"Get down there, cunt," he said. "Suck on that thing. Wrap those pietty lips around my cock and suck it!"
She went lower and nibbled at the top of his cock. He went crazy, moaning and writhing on the bed. He grabbed her head and forced his cock between her lips. She opened her mouth and took his long cock into her throat.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned. "Oh fuck, that feels fine. Oh, you are one sweet cocksucking cunt!"
She started running her mouth up and down on his cock. She felt the tension in him as she sucked. He was ready. Probably having his cock sucked was something he didn't have done very often.
She knew this wouldn't help her reputation any.
She had the feeling he would run into town and tell the men that he had been sucked off by Cynthia. Then the others would start getting ideas.
But she was too far gone to stop. He was pushing one finger underneath her panties and his finger slipped up into her cunt. It felt too good. She started wiggling on his finger as she sucked him.
He pushed her head away and she looked at him curiously.
"That's good, honey," he said. "But now I want to fuck you. Fuck the brains out of you."
She allowed herself to be stripped of her shorts and panties. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy lips. She looked down at herself and found the obscene hand between her legs exciting. She could see one rough finger going into her pussy, quite a contrast to her blonde pussy hairs.
"You cunt," he said. "You fucking sweet cunt. Now get on your back."
He slapped her ass solidly and then pushed at her legs. Her legs were up and he came down on them with his full weight. She was pinned so that she could hardly move.
"Now you're going to get it, cunt," he said.
She gasped as she felt his entire shaft plunge hotly into her cunt. He drove it in solidly and then brought it completely out of her again.
"You sweet bitch," he said. "I said I was going to make you beg for it. Now beg for it. Beg for my cock!"
It had felt good when he'd slammed it into her. She wanted more. The words seemed to tumble out of her mouth as .if she was talking for somebody else.
"Please put it back in," she said. "I want your big cock in me. Please fuck me!"
This was what he wanted to hear. He was a man who liked to hear women begging him. He pushed his cock back into her again, loving the feeling of her hot, wet cunt enveloping his prick. He'd always loved new pussy. He'd had many women besides his wife, but none of them were as good as Cynthia. This was young, almost virgin pussy and he loved it. He started pounding her with deep, savage strokes.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "That feels so good. So good. Give it to me. Give it to me good, baby!"
Her hot cunt and her urging voice caused his balls to start aching. He knew he would not be able to stand it for very long. He didn't care. He wanted to empty his balls into this sweet cunt.
Cynthia could feel the heat of her orgasm growing. She tried to squeeze her cunt in rhythm to his driving strokes.
"I think I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh yes, it feels good and I'm coming. I'm coming. JESUS, I'M COMINGGGGGGG!"
He had never had a girl go so crazy underneath him. She was moving about as if her ass had been set on fire. He felt her squeeze his cock and it was too much for him to take.
He shot off into her cunt with deep spurts.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus!"
He crawled out from between her legs, his prick slowly growing limp.
She was ashamed again. This time he had almost forced her, but she had easily given in to him. She looked at him with anger and hurt in her eyes. He wasn't getting dressed.
"Well," she said. "What are you waiting on? Didn't you get what you came for?"
"Not yet," he said. "I liked the way you sucked my cock. I want some more of those hot lips around my prick. Get on your knees by the bed."
"I will not," she said.
"Get on your goddamned knees," he said.
His voice was soft, but it was hard and she knew he meant business. She could see his fists balling up and she didn't want to get hurt. After all, what did it matter? Her mouth had already been wrapped around this man's cock. She shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of defeat.
He was feeling really good as she got down on her knees beside the bed. This was the kind of power he liked to have over a woman. His wife would have only laughed at him if he'd demanded her to get to her knees. His wife was a cold bitch!
But this one. She was young and willing and he could feel the heat in his balls again.
"That's it, bitch," he said softly. "Now take that pecker in your mouth again. Suck it up good. I want you to drink my cum!"
Cynthia could see herself in the big bedroom mirror. She saw her blond hair hanging free about her shoulders, saw her fingers as she laced them around his cock. She turned a little so she could watch herself go down on his cock.
She sucked it into her mouth, tasting her own juices as well as his thick, salty taste. She sucked him in deep and felt him start to grow hard again. His hands were pressed against the back of her head but he didn't have to do much directing.
She was beginning to be adept at sucking a man off.
"Go faster, baby," he moaned. "Go faster."
She started moving her mouth up and down his long cock. She coated him with her saliva and she could feel his hanging balls touching her chin each time she sucked him into her throat.
She made loud sucking noises each time she went down on his cock. She could tell her noises were exciting to him. She started to release his cock and he grabbed her tightly and slammed her down on him once again.
"Just keep it there," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to blow my wad. Ahhhhh, Jesus, it's coming. Ahhhh fuckkkkkkkk."
She was held so tightly that she couldn't move her head. She almost gagged as the thick load spurted into her mouth. She had to swallow quickly and keep swallowing until his prick quit jumping. Finally he released her.
"Shit," he said. "You are a fine cocksucking bitch. Ahhshit!"
She got off her knees and started to pick up her clothes. Now he started to dress. He patted her on the plump cheeks of her ass before she put her panties on.
"You're a good fucking piece of ass," he said. "I'm going to tell the fellows about you."
She caught him by the arm.
"Please," she said. "Why go telling anyone else? Please stop the talk. My husband might hear."
"Hell," he said. "You're a bitch who likes a good stiff prick. There are a lot of men who want a little bit of your sweet stuff."
He finished dressing and left.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Honey," John said. "How would you like to go into town with me today?"
"I'd love to," Cynthia said.
They were seated at the breakfast table and Cynthia had been trying to think of a good reason to go with John without being too obvious. The truth was that she didn't want to be left alone on the farm.
She knew that the hands were just waiting until John's back was turned before they came panting after her.
A week had passed since the man named Temple had fucked her. Ever since then she had been very careful to stay around John and to keep the windows and doors locked when he wasn't there.
She was beginning to feel like a prisoner, but she didn't want anybody to catch her alone.
It seemed like everybody knew about her unfaithfulness except her husband.
John seemed just as loving toward her and she knew nobody had told about her unfaithfulness. She somehow knew that it would only be a matter of time before someone did, unless she was very careful.
Maybe the hands would forget about her if she just stayed out of their way long enough. She hoped so!
It was a long drive to town and John let her out of the car in front of the stores.
"Meet you at the bank in two hours," he said. "I have some business to take care of."
She wasn't too nervous about shopping without John. There would be very little anyone could do while she was shopping. Still, she was aware of the eyes that stayed on her as she walked through the stores. She was only able to stand it an hour and she headed for the bank.
At least they would have a waiting room where she could be by herself.
The fat bank manager met her at the door. "Why, hello," he said. "I didn't know you were coming in today."
"I'm going to meet my husband," she explained. "Do you have someplace where I can wait?"
"Of course," he said. "You can wait in my office."
"No thanks," she said. "Just show me a waiting room or someplace like that."
"Nonsense," the bank manager said. "I wouldn't hear of the wife of our biggest depositer waiting any place but my office. Now come on with me."
She didn't take the pudgy arm he offered, but instead dropped a step behind him as she followed him to his office.
She didn't like the pudgy bank manager but she didn't want to make a scene in front of all the bank personnel. John would never understand that. So she followed the manager into his office and was silent as he closed and locked the door.
"Well," he said. "Why don't you have a seat?"
She sat down on a chair near his desk and crossed his legs. She wore a red skirt that John liked but she would have preferred to be wearing something else. The skirt came up to reveal her plump thighs. She saw the banker's lusting eyes trace the length of her leg.
"Well," he said nervously. "We haven't met but I've heard a lot about you!"
"About me?" Cynthia asked. "Who would be talking about me?"
Cynthia was afraid that she knew who had been talking about her. Everybody. But she wasn't going to give this fat old man any idea that she knew what he was talking about.
"Oh," he said. "Lots of people."
He walked around his desk and sat down in his big chair. He had a good viewpoint of her legs and was using it to good advantage. His eyes ogled every inch of her lush body.
"Aren't you a little younger than your husband?" he asked.
"A little," she said.
"Shame," he said. "Locking a woman like you away on that farm. You must get awfully lonely."
"Not at all," she said.
She saw the pictures of the banker's family on the desk. She picked them up and examined the fat woman and the two chubby children with rosy faces.
"Your wife?" Cynthia asked.
He looked angry at the mention of his wife, as if he didn't want to talk about her. Cynthia could understand that. Right now all he wanted to talk about was her legs and that was a subject that Cynthia wanted to stay off of.
"Yes," he said. "She's my wife. Those are my children."
He got up and walked around his desk so he stood near her.
"But let's not talk about them," he said. "I'd much rather talk about you."
"There's nothing to talk about," she said. Oh," he said smugly. "I think there is. Dan Temple tells me that you're quite a girl."
She looked at him shocked. She had not expected such a forward approach from the banker. Suddenly she began to get very nervous about the door being shut.-
"I don't know who you mean," she whispered.
"Dan Temple," he said. "Surely you haven't forgotten him already? He was out to your house the other day. He says you've got the finest pair of titties he's ever seen on a woman. Is that true?"
Before she could move he had his pudgy fingers against her tit.
She sat there with a slow-growing anger. How could he? Did he think she was just a common whore to be felt whenever anyone got the urge. His fingers massaged her nipple through her blouse and bra.
She finally got over her shock and jumped out of the chair.
"You filthy animal," she said.
"Now don't be so uppity," the banker said. "I know you been taking your panties off for every man who asks you."
"That's not true," she protested.
"Sure it is," he said. "The whole town knows it. You're the hottest piece to come along in a long while. Surely you wouldn't keep from me what you've been giving everybody else."
"You bastard," she said.
She slapped his face hard. She was glad to see her fingers left red impressions on his cheek. It didn't seem to bother him. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. She had noticed the little beads of sweat.
He walked back around his desk and sat down.
"There's no reason for you to get hostile," he sa'd. "Tt's not like you've never given it away."
"I haven't," she said. "You animal. You filthy yellow bastard. Wait until my husband finds out what you've tried. Do you know what he would do to you?"
"Nothing," the banker shook his head. "He won't do anything. You've been too free with your precious pussy. In fact, I just may tell your husband myself. I could do it, you know. I could write him a letter. A long letter telling him what's been going on. Let's see. It was Tommy and Billy and Dan Temple. Would you like to tell me who else?"
She turned red. Everything. He knew everything. All the strength seemed to go out of her. He looked like the type who would write a letter to her husband. A long letter with details. And then John would start asking questions and he would find out the truth.
Oh, she just couldn't let that happen.
"You wouldn't," she said.
"You're fucking right I would," he said. "You come in here and slap my face and call me names. What the fuck do you expect?"
"You can't," she said. "You can't do anything like that. It would kill John."
"Maybe I can," he shrugged. "And maybe I can't."
She understood then. A form of blackmail. Do what he wanted or he would tell her husband. She wondered how many more would blackmail her like this. How many? Would she give in? If she gave in to this fat man, she would declare open season on herself.
"What do you want me to do?" she sighed.
She just couldn't let them tell John.
"Well," he said. "That's a little more like it. You won't mind. They tell me you're hot for cock."
Her ears burned red as she listened to the fat banker. He had a vulgar mouth but it was what she expected. A fat man with dirty eyes would have a vulgar mouth.
"Come here," he said.
She tried not to look in his eyes as she walked around the desk. He motioned her to get close enough so that he could touch her titty.
"You slapped my face," he said. "You should be sorry for that."
He pinched her nipple and she cried out in pain. He pinched it again and she pulled away from him. There were tears in her eyes.
"You slapped my face and called me names," he said. "I don't like that. I like a woman to be obedient."
"I'm sorry," she said.
She said it because she knew he wanted her to be contrite so he could feel like her master. "Sit in my lap," he said.
She sighed as she settled into his fat lap. She felt his cock growing hard beneath her ass.
"You're a bitch," he said. "A hot bitch. Say it."
"I'm a hot bitch," she repeated.
"And you like to be fucked," he insisted.
"I like to be fucked," she repeated.
His hand was caressing her titties and his cock was growing harder.
"Get up," he said.
She stood up and he slapped her on the cheeks of her ass. He slapped her again.
"You've got a nice ass," he said. "Now take your clothes off. I want to see you naked."
There was something more degrading than anything she had done about taking her clothes off in front of this ugly fat man. There was nothing sexy about him. Nothing at all. And yet as she started to unbutton her blouse she felt a little tremble.
"Oh God," she said softly. "Don't let it happen. Don't let me get excited over this man."
But it was happening. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off and his hot eyes ogled her flesh trying to bounce up out of her bra. Her flesh tingled under the burning look of his eyes.
"The bra," he said. "Oh shit, take off that goddamned bra. I want to see your titties."
She dropped the blouse and reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. She worked it over her shoulders so that her firm boobs were revealed.
"God," he said. "Just like I imagined. Such a fine pair of titties."
She closed her eyes as she unzipped her skirt and kicked it off. Then she took off her shoes and slipped her panties down her legs.
"Turn around," he whispered.
She turned for him, revealing all of her lush charms to his dirty eyes. His eyes crawled over her skin like fingers probing every delectable inch of her firm body. He put one pudgy hand between her legs.
"Is your box getting hot?" he asked.
She didn't answer, but she couldn't hide the quick glint of heat in her eyes. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction so she tried to control herself. But he roughly shoved his finger into her cunt and she couldn't stop the spasms of pleasure that shook her body.
"My God," he said. "Dan was right. You've got the hottest pussy in town. Bend over my desk, baby."
She felt his hand leave her and she got into the position he wanted. She bent over his desk and spread her legs so that he could easily reach her pussy. He plunged two fingers back inside her.
"Feel that, baby," he said. "Does that feel good?"
She kept trying to remember that he was an ugly old fat man, but she couldn't. All she could think about were those fingers going in and out of her cunt. She could feel him making her hot juices flow.
Thee was no way to control the low moans forced from her throat. No way to control her body as it kept pushing against his fingers.
He knew he was exciting her and his fingers grew more insistent. She could hear the sounds he made as he pushed them deeper into her.
"I'm going to make you wiggle," he said. "I'm going to make that sweet ass wiggle."
He adjusted his position and she turned her head to look at him.
He had pulled his seat up close behind her and had pulled his fingers out with a loud pop.
Then she felt his tongue against the inside of her thighs, licking away some of the juices she had dripped.
"Oh God," she said. "What are you doing?"
"I told you I was going to make your ass wiggle," he said. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you go fucking crazy. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's eat pussy."
It had been a long time since the banker had seen anything as luscious as Cynthia's pussy. The pink flesh made his lips water and his tongue itch. He continued to run his tongue up and down the inside of her thighs, sucking up her juices.
Twice Cynthia felt his tongue go almost to her honeypot but then he pulled away. Damn, but he was turning her on! Her body trembled with the delicious pleasure that his tongue was giving her.
She wanted his tongue to go inside her. Her pussy ached for his tongue. No matter how good her indentions were, it seemed that her body was betraying her again. Her tingling body wanted release from the pressure building up inside her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Do it. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Please eat me!"
She wiggled her ass as he'd wanted her to, hoping that it would turn him on enough to get his tongue where she wanted it to be.
But he knew how to build a woman up so that her every nerve screamed.
He was slow, painfully slow, as his tongue once again worked up her inner thigh. She felt him licking the juices from her pubic hair.
"Goddamn you," she yelled. "Eat me! Eat me! I want your sweet tongue."
She got it then!
His tongue licked her pussy lips and then slipped inside her. She yelled as she felt it rubbing against her cuntal walls.
She heard him swallowing as he sucked down her juices. That sound was even more exciting to her. She could control herself, Her body moaned for release as she shook her ass and ground her hot pussy against his face.
Perhaps it would have turned her off if she'd thought of him as a fat banker, but all she could think of was a fat tongue. A fat tongue that licked and caressed and drove her nearly up the wall.
"Oh God," she said. "That feels good. That really does feel good!"
His tongue searched for and found her hard bud. He sucked it between his lips and began to chew on it. It was a delicious sensation! Her nipples grew harder than they had ever been. She cried out loud and knew that the people in the next room could surely hear her.
That made no difference!
The whole damn world could have walked into the office and it would have made no difference.
He was making loud noises as he sucked and finally she could stand it no longer.
"I'm going to come," she moaned. "I've got to come. You're making me so hot. Oh Jesus, I can't help it! I just can't help it!"
He didn't put his face away as she came but he kept pressing his open mouth against her and sucking up her juices.
He kept his face there until her body quit trembling.
As she finally relaxed, she felt him pull away and lean back in his chair.
Now she really was ashamed as she remembered how she'd begged him. She remembered how obscene she must have looked wiggling against his tongue. What was the matter with her? Couldn't she even control herself with a fat banker?
Evidently she couldn't.
Evidently even a fat banker could make her unfaithful to her husband in a physical sense as well as in spirit. Perhaps she was just a hot cunt, and nothing else.
"Oh God," she said.
"Turn around," he said. "We haven't finished yet. You've had your fun. Now I'm going to have some."
She turned around and stood up. He was leering at her and she could see the hard bulge in his trousers. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.
"Now strip me, baby," he commanded. "I think you know what to do with my hot piece of meat."
She considered walking out the door but there was still the letter. He had degraded her, but she ahd to be degraded farther. She had to relieve him before he would consider releasing her.
Then she knew there would be other times. Every time he caught her alone he would demand the same thing of her.
Well, there was no help for it.
She sank down to her knees between his fat legs and she started undoing his belt. She got it undone and pulled his zipper. He lifted his hips so that she could pull his trousers down to his knees.
His hard cock was bunched in a pair of bright-colored shorts. She found the opening and drew his cock out. He had a large, fat one.
"Ahhhh," he said. "Now be good to that thing, baby. Be good to it!"
She knew what he wanted and she brushed her hair back from her face. She bent her head and touched her red lips to the head of his cock.
She tasted a little of his cum, a strong, salty taste. She licked it away and then slowly enveloped his cock-head with her lips.
She drew his cock into her mouth until she was just at the end of the sensitive crown. She knew that men got the most pleasure from her pulling on that crown.
She laced her fingers around his fleshy cock and began to chew on the head while she ran her hand up and down the stem. He groaned softly.
"You greedy bitch," he said softly. "I knew you liked a good cock. I knew you did. My God, I love seeing the top of your head bobbing up and down me. I like to feel your teeth nipping me so gently. My God, you are a sweet cocksucker!"
She wasn't sucking him well to receive compliments. She wanted to get him off quickly so that she would be done. She started working her mouth faster.
She could feel his body tensing up and she knew it wouldn't be long before he shot into her mouth.
But that wasn't what he wanted. He pushed her head up and helped her to her feet.
"Sit on me," he said. "I want you to fuck me!"
That had been what she was hoping she wouldn't have to do. His repulsive body turned her off. But she didn't see what choice she had.
She faced him as she straddled his cock.
"Now just sit on that big cock," he said. "You're going to like it."
She doubted if she would like it, but she sat down slowly and felt his cock fill her cunt.
"Now bounce, baby," he directed her. "Bounce up and down."
She bounced. Her titties were just at his mouth and he 'kept kissing them as she bounced on his cock. She could tell that he was really enjoying it.
There was a soft smile on his face as his cock got sucked up into her pussy.
"Ahhh, Jesus," he said. "You are tight. They told me you were, but I didn't believe them. You are a tight piece of nooky. Tight! Your cunt feels like it's eating up my cock! Jesus Christ, I love it!"
She bounced faster as she felt his cock grow within her. It wasn't going to be long. Not long. He started gasping and each time she came down on him he would say, "Fuck."
She began to bounce faster as she felt the first spurt of his hot jism.
"I'm coming," he moaned. "Shit, I'm coming. It feels good, bitch. Shit, it feels so good!"
She kept bouncing until his cock was drained. She got up slowly and let his now limp cock pop out of her.
"Good pussy," he said. "You have some fucking good pussy!"
She got her clothes and started getting dressed. She didn't look at the fat banker. She was shamed by what she had done and how her body had responded.
They were both completely dressed and sitting down when John got there.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cynthia grew very nervous after her session with the banker.
She couldn't look at any man without feeling uncomfortable and wondering if he wanted her body.
She quit riding. She quit going out. She was skittish as long as she wasn't around John.
It was three days later that someone knocked on the door while John was in the field. She went to the window and looked out.
A woman. It was a woman.
Cynthia went to the door and opened it. At least she didn't have anything to worry about with a woman.
"Hello," the woman said. "I'm Joyce Davies. John asked me to look in on you."
"Look in on me?" Cynthia asked.
"Certainly," Joyce said. "He says you haven't been feeling well."
For some reason Cynthia found herself immediately attracted to Joyce. Perhaps it was true that opposites attract, for Joyce was tall and willowy. She had dark hair and violet eyes that gave her a look of strong intelligence.
Cynthia's looks almost always marked her as the dumb-blonde type.
"Come in," Cynthia said. "Would you like a drink or something?"
"Coffee if you've got it," Joyce said. "I had a long night last night. Tommy was feeling raunchy."
"Is Tommy your husband?" Cynthia asked.
"Heavens no," Joyce said. "I'm a widow. Tommy is the Tommy who works on your farm and he's got a hard one. But, of course, you know that."
Cynthia was getting the coffee and she dropped the cup. It broke.
Joyce put a hand on Cynthia's shoulder.
"Hey," Joyce said. "I didn't mean to shake you up."
"Oh God," Cynthia said. "Does everybody in the whole goddamned world know what happened?"
Cynthia just didn't have the strength to keep up her false face any longer. She sank down into a chair and buried her face in her hands. She sobbed softly.
"There, there," Joyce said. "What's the matter? There's nothing to get so upset about."
"But you haven't been accused of being unfaithful to your husband." Cynthia protested.
"Well," Joyce said. "All I have to say is if you don't want the town to know you've been fucking then you have to be more particular about who you fuck."
Cynthia looked up at Joyce through red eyes. Her face had turned red. Cynthia had never heard another woman use that word. Her parents had been very strict about the kind of language spoken around their house.
Joyce smiled. "Look, Cynthia. Don't get so upset. I don't happen to think there's anything wrong with a young woman trying to get her jollies elsewhere if her husband can't give it to her."
"But I'm so ashamed," Cynthia said.
Joyce patted her on the shoulder. Cynthia saw only kindness in her eyes.
"Okay," Joyce said. "So you're ashamed. But now tell me the truth. Did you enjoy yourself with them, or did you hate every minute of it?"
Cynthia shrugged her shoulders. "Of course I enjoyed what they did."
"Good," Joyce grinned. "Now we're getting somewhere. If you enjoyed it, then why are you so ashamed?"
"I don't know," Cynthia admitted. "But it just doesn't seem right. And I worry about John. What if he should find out what's been going on?"
"Hmmm," Joyce said. "Now that is a problem. But John is an understanding man."
"Yes," Cynthia said. "A very kind, understanding man. But it would hurt him."
Joyce patted her shoulder again. "Be reasonable, honey," Joyce said. "Do you honestly think that John is blind to what's going on?"
"Of course," Cynthia said quickly.
Cynthia answered the way her heart felt but there were some lingering doubts in the back of her mind. Suppose John did know. It seemed like everyone else did. But then why wouldn't John confront her with it?
"Listen, honey," Joyce said. "I know John. He's a nice person. He wouldn't mind if you played around a little. Of course, you're going to have to keep it a little more discreet."
"No," Cynthia said. "I couldn't believe that he'd understand."
"Damn," Joyce said savagely. "Look, honey, I wasn't going to tell you this but don't you think that John looks around now and then."
"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked.
"Well John's a man, honey," Joyce said. "He's a man and men like a little extra on the side. John's no plastic saint." , Cynthia looked at the woman in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Truthfully, she had always thought of John as a kind of saint. Her John wouldn't do anything like that.
"No," she said. "I can't believe it."
"Believe it," Joyce said. "Believe me. I know."
Cynthia understood. She looked into Joyce's eyes with something close to horror.
"You mean you?" Cynthia asked. "You and John?"
"Why not?" Joyce asked.
Cynthia sobbed and ran from the room. She didn't know where she was going. She ran quickly and slammed the door to her bedroom.
She fell on her bed crying.
She was aware of when Joyce came into the room. Joyce had brought a glass of wine.
"Here, honey," Joyce urged.
"I don't want any," Cynthia said.
"Come on, Cynthia," Joyce said. "I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. Drink a little. This will help."
Again Cynthia saw only kindness in Joyce's eyes and she sipped the wine.
"Let me cuddle you," Joyce said.
Somehow it seemed all right for Cynthia to come into the other woman's arms, to rest her head on Joyce's shoulder. Joyce patted the back of her head.
"There, there," Joyce said softly. "Just let Joyce take care of you." Joyce kept patting her and urging her to sip the wine and Cynthia started to feel a little giddy. She finished off one glass and Joyce brought her another. It was strange, but it felt warm and comfortable in Joyce's arms. As if Joyce could really give her comfort.
Cynthia hadn't realized that Joyce's fingers had been fumbling with the buttons of her blouse until Joyce pulled her blouse apart.
"What are you doing?" Cynthia asked sluggishly.
"Don't worry," Joyce said. "Just let Joyce take care of you."
Joyce's fingers went behind her and unsnapped her bra but she didn't protest. Tnis was another girl. Not a man. A girl couldn't be planning anything. The bra was pulled away from her large titties.
"You are beautiful," Joyce said.
Cynthia had a moment of fear. Joyce sounded like a man admiring her titties.
Then she was really shocked as Joyce bent her head and sucked one of her nipples into her mouth.
"No," she said weakly.
But her body was already responding to the gentle sucking of the older woman. Cynthia looked down to see the top of Joyce's head buried against her tits.
"Mmmmmm," Joyce said, and her tongue flicked at Cynthia's hot flesh.
Joyce pushed her backwards on the bed and stretched out beside her. One hand played with Cynthia's tit while her mouth kept sucking gently on Cynthia's nipple. Cynthia felt a tight warmth in her cunt.
This wasn't right. This was with another woman. It was lesbianism. Yet Joyce's hot hand and gentle sucking made Cynthia feel as she had never felt before. Joyce wasn't as rough as a man. Cynthia liked a man's roughness; she liked being handled roughly. Yet she also liked Joyce's gentleness.
"Oh God," Cynthia moaned. "You shouldn't be doing this."
She protested weakly because she really didn't want Joyce to stop.
Joyce moved her dark head to Cynthia's other titty and Cynthia closed her eyes as she felt the delicious sensations rushing through her body. Joyce's lips and tongue seemed to have a special touch that made Cynthia's tits swell up with desire.
She opened her eyes and looked down again at Joyce.
Joyce had lifted her head a little and now her red tongue was flicking out at Cynthia's hard nipple. Joyce kissed all around it and then sucked the tiny bud into her mouth.
"Oh Joyce," Cynthia moaned, as she felt more of her flesh being drawn into Joyce's sucking mouth.
Cynthia knew it was wrong, but she was past the point where she could have stopped Joyce. It just felt too good! She put her hand on the back of Joyce's head and pushed her closer to her titties.
"Oh that feels good," Cynthia moaned. "That feels too good. Oh Joyce!"
Joyce pulled her head back.
Cynthia looked into the girl's face and saw that Joy was grinning like a cat.
"I want to see you naked," Joyce said. "I want to see your whole body."
Cynthia nodded her head. Her desire was already so strong that she knew she couldn't refuse anything that Joyce wanted to do to her.
Joyce unzipped Cynthia's tight jeans and Cynthia lifted her hips so that Joyce could pull them down.
Now Cynthia wore only her panties and she felt Joyce touch her thighs.
"You are beautiful," Joyce said. "I like a woman with a lot of hair on her pussy. I think it makes a woman look more sexy."
Joyce bent her dark head once more to Cynthia's tits. Her tongue caressed and sucked until she had Cynthia moaning loudly.
"You're a hot piece," Joyce said. "Just like the men said you were. Tommy said you had a hot box. He said you could hardly wait until you got your panties off. Did you enjoy fucking Tommy? I know he's got a big cock. I know because I've had his big cock up my pussy."
Joyce's words were making Cynthia feel even hotter. She just wasn't used to hearing a woman say things like pussy and fuck and cock.
It was exciting!
"I wish I had a cock right now," Joyce said. "I like being fucked, too, but right now I wish I could fuck you like a man."
"Oh Joyce," Cynthia groaned.
Joyce kissed Cynthia's nipples and then ran her hot tongue down Cynthia's body. Her tongue licked at Cynthia's navel and then went lower until she was kissing the spot jsut above Cynthia's blue panties.
"I bet you have a sweet-tasting cunt," Joyce said. "I bet it's real honey down there."
Cynthia could do nothing but moan as Joyce kept kissing her flat soft stomach.
Joyce put one probing hand between Cynthia's legs.
"Ummm," Joyce said. "You're already hot down there. And your panties are wet. I bet you really get wet when you come."
Joyce slipped her hand underneath Cynthia's panties. Her finger slipped quickly between Cynthia's pussy lips and rubbed against Cynthia's hard clit.
"Ummmmm," Cynthia moaned. "Ummmmm, Joyce."
Joyce knew she had Cynthia then. There would be no stopping the woman wiggling underneath the touch of her finger. Joyce smiled softly to herself. Yes, the men had been right. Cynthia was a cunt who couldn't wait to take her panties off.
Joyce liked the feeling of being in charge, of seducing another woman.
With a man it was different. Joyce could only be taken and she enjoyed it when it was rough.
But here she could do the taking and it was a different experience.
Cynthia felt two more of Joyce's fingers going inside her cunt. She was so hot. She could feel hot spasms jerking her body almost in half.
"Oh God!" Cynthia cried. "Oh, Joyce, what are you doing to me?"
"I'm only making you feel good, honey," Joyce said.
Joyce could feel the hot power surging through her as she made the young girl writhe with pleasure. She was beginning to feel the pleasure a man felt when he had a willing young thing underneath his body.
"Such a hot little cunt," Joyce whispered. "Such a hot little piece of pussy!"
Cynthia didn't care what she was called, as long as Joyce kept rubbing her clit. Joyce kept driving her fingers in and out of Cynthia's cunt like a cock.
Cynthia knew she presented a lewd picture to the dark-haired girl with her plump thighs open wide and her pussy so exposed. But Cynthia could control only her voice, for the rest of her body was betraying her again.
Joyce's hot fingers kept pressing against her hard clit and the spasms of excitement became more intense. She could feel the heat from her pussy growing. She could hear the soft popping sounds of Joyce's fingers.
But Joyce didn't want the girl to come. Not yet. She wanted to feel that power longer. Joyce withdrew her fingers and kept Cynthia from replacing Joyce's fingers with her own.
Cynthia's cunt was throbbing. She had never been so hot. Why was Joyce being so cruel to her?
"Jesus," Cynthia cried. "Jesus, don't leave me like this. Please don't. Do something, Joyce. Please do something."
Joyce stood up. She saw Cynthia's pleading eyes and she felt good. She pulled her soft sweater off over her head and Cynthia's eyes went wide.
Joyce wore nothing underneath the sweater. Her titties were small but firm. Joyce was laughing as she kicked off her shoes and peeled her pants off. Joyce wore no underclothing at all. Her pussy hair was as dark as her head.
"Now," Joyce said. "Do you know what I want you to do for me?"
"No," Cynthia shook her head.
She couldn't understand. She couldn't understand why Joyce was being so mean to her. Joyce had her where she wanted her. Her pussy was throbbing so bad it almost hurt. She needed something there. Something to relieve her. Right now she would have taken the fat banker's cock.
"I'll show you," Joyce said.
Joyce got down on the bed and stretched out on her back. She opened her legs lewdly so that Cynthia was looking into Joyce's pink pussy.
"With my fingers?" Cynthia asked.
"No," Joyce said softly. "I want you to eat me up with your tongue."
"But that's dirty," Cynthia protested.
"No dirtier than sucking dicks," Joyce said. "And you love to suck cocks."
"No," Cynthia said. "No, I can't."
"Goddamn you," Joyce said softly. "Do it. Do it now!"
Cynthia wanted to refuse but she couldn't stop herself.
She crawled between Joyce's legs.
"Now eat me," Joyce said.
Cynthia found her face pushed forward into Joyce's sweet-smelling cunt. Joyce's strong hand held her there so that she was unable to pull her head away. Cynthia didn't know what to do. Her pussy still ached and she wanted a cock, or anything to ease the heat. She knew she had to satisfy Joyce first but she didn't know how.
She had not thought much about two women together. That had not been accepted even by the most liberal of the girls she had gone to school with.
She just couldn't!
But even as these thoughts went through her mind, Joyce had started grinding her hot pussy against Cynthia's face so that she was unable to breathe.
"Eat me," Joyce urged. "Eat my hot cunt. Eat me, damn you!"
Cynthia could hold herself back no longer. She realized that she would never be free of Joyce unless she did what Joyce wanted.
Slowly she eased her tongue through Joyce's pubic hairs and touched Joyce's pink cunt lips.
"That's it," Joyce moaned. "Now you're doing it. Eat me good, girl!"
Joyce was feeling the hot surge of power mixed with pleasure as she felt the younger girl's tongue moving against her. She had been afraid that Cynthia would stop and refuse to do what Joyce wanted.
But Cynthia was weak. It was no wonder that so many men had so easily taken advantage of her.
"Ummmmm," Joyce said. "Now get that tongue in me, baby! Put it in!"
Cynthia pushed her tongue past Joyce's pussy lips and into Joyce's cunt.
It wasn't as bad as she'd expected.
She began to work her lips around the sensitive lips of the dark-haiied girl's pussy lips. Joyce cried aloud as Cynthia's hot tongue caressed her pussy.
Cynthia tasted her hot juices as she worked her tongue deeper inside and probed against Joyce's hard little bud. She worked her tongue up and down the sensitive clit until she had Joyce writhing with heat.
"God," Joyce moaned. "Oh Jesus fuck. That feels good, little girl! That feels good!" Joyce screamed directions as her cunt ground against Cynthia's face.
Cynthia tried to do everything the older woman wanted her to do. Her own cunt was throbbing and wet as she continued to run her tongue around the older woman's pussy.
"My Jesus," Joyce moaned. "You're making me come. You're making me so hot! Oh Jesus, you're making me hot. Cynthia, you have a sweet tongue and it's sucking my juice right out. Oh eat up Cynthia, babyyyyyyy!"
Cynthia didn't turn her head away as she tasted the hot juices from the older woman. She swallowed the juices as the woman kept grinding herself against Cynthia.
"So fine," Joyce said. "Oh that was so fine!"
CHAPTER SIX
Cynthia couldn't believe what was happening.
Joyce had gotten up and the tall woman was quickly getting dressed.
"Joyce," Cynthia said. "Aren't you going to do something for me? My pussy's so hot."
"What do you expect me to do?" Joyce asked.
"Help me," Cynthia said.
She was looking for some of the kindness that she'd seen earlier, but there was none of that in Joyce's eyes. Now the older woman's face bore a mask of hardness.
"Not me," Joyce said. "I don't eat pussy. Sorry, sugar. Maybe you can get one of the farmhands."
Cynthia couldn't believe it. She had been used like she'd never been used before. Joyce was worse than any man. Much worse. Joyce had cruelty in her.
"Please, Joyce," Cynthia said.
"Sorry, sugar," Joyce said. "Listen. You keep it hot for me. I might want your tongue again."
Joyce blew her a mocking kiss and left. Cynthia . lay on the bed for a long while before she had the energy to get up. God, she was hot!
Joyce had left her pussy tingling.
Cynthia got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She took a cold shower but that didn't help. She knew that the only thing that was going to help was a good cock.
"Don't let me," she whispered. "Let me be strong!"
But she knew she wasn't strong. She also knew that in a few minutes she was going to have to run to the barn and she would be ready for any of the hands, no matter who he was.
She had pulled on her panties and bra when she heard the door shut. She hurried out, thinking it was Joyce coming back. Maybe Joyce had had a change of heart.
But it wasn't Joyce.
It was John, dirty and grimy from the fields. "Hello John," Cynthia said. He smiled when he saw her and Cynthia again wondered how she'd been able to put this man in the position she had put him in.
Everyone in town knew that his wife was little more than a hot-pantied tramp.
"You're home early," Cynthia said.
"Tired," John said. John wiped his big hands on his jeans as he looked at his wife.
John had never been able to look at her without experiencing a sweatiness in his palms and hearing the loud beating of his heart. She was so beautiful. A luscious, ripe young girl who was his.
He had never thought he could be so lucky.
"I like your outfit," John said.
Cynthia felt his hot eyes go over her body and she had a hot sensation. John could help her. John could ease the tension between her legs. John could be the man she needed.
"I think I'll take a shower," John said.
"No," she said. "Don't take a shower."
John looked at her curiously and then he grinned.
"We'll get the sheets filthy," he said.
"I don't give a damn about the sheets," she said. "We can change them."
Perhaps John wouldn't have been so easy with his wife, but he was tired and he had not had her in a long while. He always wanted to be gentle with her, as he knew one should be with such a young wife.
But he felt the hot passion rise in him and he knew that this was one time he wasn't able to be gentle.
He got close in two steps and he swept her up in his strong arms.
Cynthia was shocked at his obvious lust. He had always been so dignified with her. She hadn't expected him to go for the idea of making it in the middle of the afternoon with him dirty and sweaty.
But he was willing and it excited her.
He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. He stood her up and her arms encircled his neck and his lips crushed down on hers. His rough kiss took her breath away.
This wasn't the way her husband acted. Not John.
She ran her hand over his rough chest and felt the dirt and sweat from the fields. She didn't care. This was one time when she really felt the beast in her.
She dropped her hand to his trousers and touched his stiff cock. She felt it throb under the touch of her fingers.
"Cynthia," he said. "Oh shit, baby!"
Perhaps it was the way Joyce had left her, but Cynthia had never felt so sexy toward her husband. He stood still while she dropped down to her knees. Her eager hands fumbled at his zipper, but finally got it undone. She reached into his trousers and laced her fingers around his cock.
"Ummm, baby," he moaned. "Oh shit!"
She tugged his hard prick through the opening and began to fondle him. She ran her fingers lightly up and down the length of him.
"It's so beautiful," she said. "You don't know how badly I need it."
"I think I do," John laughed.
He rotated his hips as her soft fingers began to stroke him up and down. She held him with one hand and pushed her other hand into his trousers to fondle his balls. His balls felt swollen and heavy in her hand.
"Let me do this," she said.
She unbuckled his belt and tugged his trousers apart so that she could lift his entire cock out.
"Now," she said. "Doesn't baby feel better?"
"Oh yes," he groaned. "Oh yes."
She held his balls while she continued to stoke him up and down. She saw the first droplet appear on the end of his cock and she could feel the tightness of her body. She didn't want him to come yet and she quickly let go of him.
He looked down on her with lust as he kicked off his shoes, and slipped his trousers and shorts off. His cock waved like an avenging sword before her face. That was all right with Cynthia. She wanted to be avenged or anything else he wanted to do with that beautiful joy stick.
It had never been this way with John. Always before he had been so gentle, so kind. He had never taken complete control as he was doing now.
He reached down and undid her bra and pulled it off with a jerk of his hands.
With his cock waving against her face, he bent and grasped her titties. He began to squeeze them roughly, causing hot spasms of pleasure throughout her body.
"Oh Jesus," he said.
He picked her up and pressed his mouth once more against hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and probed deep in her throat.
She felt weak and hot as his hands roamed over her buttocks, squeezing and caressing.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"Yes," she moaned. "I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard!"
He picked her up again and this time lay her on the bed. He stripped off her panties, practically tearing them. He spread apart her legs with one work-roughened hand.
He bent between her legs and she saw his head disappear between her thighs.
"Oh yes," she said. "Oh yes, I need that!"
Her husband had never even kissed her there before, but now she felt his tongue entering her. He placed his entire mouth over her cunt and his tongue started going in and out like he was trying to devour her.
He found her clit and he began to suck on it.
"Oh God," she moaned.
Joyce couldn't have done this no matter how much expertise Joyce had. This was a man, a real man who was sucking her cunt and making her ass bounce on the bed.
He pulled his mouth away and she knew what was coming next. She watched him with hot eyes as he stripped off his shirt and stood completely naked.
She had never really looked at her husband before. She'd always thought of him as an older, dignified man. Now there was nothing dignified about him and there was animal lust in his eyes.
She knew she was going to get fucked as she'd never gotten fucked before.
He crawled on top of her and she felt his hot rod brush against her soft pussy hairs.
"Oh yes," she said. "I want it. I want it now."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want your cock," she said. "I want your cock deep inside me. Oh fuck me, John. Fuck me really good!"
He was ready. He pushed his big cock between her legs, pressed the large head against her soft pussy lips. He gave a vicious shove and his cock went into her deeply.
"Oooooh," she cried. "That's what I needed. That's what I wanted, John!"
He had never felt his wife get so carried away. He felt the rhythm of her ass bouncing on the bed in time to his hard thrusts. She was fucking better than he had ever known she could.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard. Fuck me until I can't stand it!"
Cynthia was so carried away that she hardly realized she was saying things to him that he'd never heard before. He had hardly heard her curse before, except for things like damn and hell. Never fuck. Never had she spoken to him with so much heat in her voice.
But it felt so good she didn't care. His deep cock throbbed against her pussy walls each time he entered her.
It was like being fucked by a different man. He had the brutal roughness of a field hand and she realized that that was a great part of what she needed to be completely satisfied.
Tommy and Billy had been rough with her and they had satisfied her.
Even the banker had managed it by being so completely in control.
The reason why John didn't satisfy her was that he always treated her like some kind of plastic doll when what she really wanted was to be treated like a whore.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back to let him go deeper. She moaned as she felt his throbbing cock in her stomach.
She started bouncing her ass faster and faster to his hard strokes.
John never knew what made him do it, but he suddenly knew what he had to do. His wife was acting hot and he had always wanted to fuck a woman in the ass. He knew that he couldn't control himself. He was too far gone. He only hoped that Cynthia would forgive him when it was done.
"Oh no," Cynthia moaned, as he pulled his hot prick out of her cunt. "Put it back, John. Please put it back. I'm almost there!"
But she looked up into John's eyes and saw the animal passion there and she knew he wasn't stopping.
He pressed her knees up against her titties so that he was looking at the tiny hole of her anus.
He leaned against her so that his whole weight was resting against her legs. She was completely pinned. There was no way she could fight him.
Cynthia's eyes opened wide as she felt his huge cock-head pressed against her anus.
"No," she said. "That's the wrong place. That's the wrong place, John!"
"I want you there," he said.
She realized the truth as she felt his cock-head being forced into her ass. She struggled against him, but there was no way to stop him.
He kept rotating his hips and she was slowly becoming impaled on his huge prick.
"Oh God," she said. "Stop. It hurts, John. Oh please stop!"
John couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted too. His cockhead was already half inside her tight ass and he was pushing for the rest of his cock.
Cynthia screamed as she felt his prick tearing into her ass. Fire went through her body. Excitement and pain were so close together that it made the strangest feeling that she had ever known.
She wanted him to stop but she didn't want him to stop. She kept protesting, but her voice got weaker and weaker. She pushed up at him and she felt his hard cock slip comfortably into her ass.
He was so deep that she thought he was in her bowels, that he was tearing her in half.
He moved slowly at first and gave her time to get used to it.
The hot feelings grew in her and the pleasure replaced what pain there was.
John reached beneath them and she felt his fingers go into her pussy. He found her clit and began rubbing it in rhythm to each of his deep strokes.
"Oh John," she moaned. "Why haven't you done that before? Oh John, that feels good. That feels really good!"
John knew he wasn't going to have to ask for forgiveness, for he felt her body responding to his. He felt the heat of her body grow with each of his rhythmic thrusts.
"Fuck me faster, John," she moaned. "Fuck my ass good and hard! Fuck me faster, John!"
He had been afraid he would hurt her, but it was what she wanted so he started fucking her more rapidly. The tightness of her ass against his prick was too much for him to bear. He was almost ready to come.
Cynthia was too. She closed her eyes and listened to his heavy balls slap against her firm asscheeks. She loved it. It was as good as having her pussy fucked. Oh Jesus, how good it felt.
She was moving on the bed, practically jumping up to meet his thrusts.
"God," she moaned. "I can feel you coming in my ass. I can feel you coming. Oh Jesus, I'm coming too. I'm coming! I'm going crazy. OH DEAR JESUS FUCK!"
They collapsed together on the bed as his prick spurted one last time and came out of her tight ass. Cynthia looked up at the ceiling as she felt the delicious sensations leave her bruised body. God, why hadn't he been like this before? Why?
"I'm sorry, baby," John said softly.
"Sorry?" She looked at him angrily. "Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it."
"But I was so rough."
Cynthia felt tears on her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands.
"Don't you understand?" she said. "I loved it. I like it when you're rough. But you never have been and I...."
Cynthia realized she had gone too far. She couldn't finish her sentence because she couldn't tell John that she'd been unfaithful to him. She couldn't do that.
But John took her head in his hands and lifted her face toward his.
"What?" he asked. "What have you done?"
"Oh John," she said. "It's just that it hasn't been good for me."
"Not ever?" he asked.
"No," she said. "Not ever."
His face grew understanding and she realized that it was indeed a kind man she had married. She cursed herself for ever having been unfaithful to him. She should have talked it over with him. He would have understood her needs and changed to meet them.
He was only being gentle with her because he thought that it was what she wanted.
"Cynthia," he said. "You've been unfaithful to me, haven't you?"
He didn't sound angry. He only sounded hurt. She couldn't hold it back anymore and the words gushed forth. She didn't know if she was ruining her marriage. All she knew was that she didn't want to live like this any longer.
She was tired of the lies and the sneaking around. She was tired of having men she didn't like trying to blackmail her for her sex. She was tired of being treated like she was some sort of caged thing for everybody's personal use.
She told him everything. She didn't try to excuse herself.
"Damn," John said. "I wished you had talked to me sooner. I see I'm going to have to make some changes."
"Are you going to divorce me?" she asked.
"Of course not," he said. "I just now found out what a good piece of ass you are. Of course I'm not going to divorce you. But I can't keep Tommy and Billy around here anymore. You understand that."
"Yes," she sobbed.
"Good," he said. "I'll take care of firing them right now."
He got up and started dressing. When she started to move from the bed he stopped her.
"Don't move," he said. "You stay right there with your legs spread. I'm not done with you yet."
Cynthia felt weak as she stared at her husband. His voice had taken on a new note of command. Somehow she knew that he was going to be all she needed from now on.
She didn't move from the bed. When he came back he was still dirty, but he was grinning.
"I fired them," he said. "They weren't angry. They understood."
"Yes," she said.
He stood near the bed and unzipped his trousers. He took his limp cock out and held it in his hands.
"Come here," he commanded.
She knew what he wanted and she couldn't refuse him. She got to her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. She had never sucked her husband, but now she bent her head with relish to his limp prick.
"Good girl," he said. "Now you suck me up big and hard. I want you to drink my cum like you've been drinking everybody else's."
She knew that this was his way of punishing her for being unfaithful to him. She didn't care. For the first time she felt that he was really her husband.
It didn't matter that he was older, or that his prick wasn't as big as Tommy's and Billy's.
It didn't matter because now he was finding out what to do with his prick that would satisfy her.
Her cunt was getting wet as she sucked his limp prick between her lips and pushed her tongue against the tiny opening. She felt good as she heard him moan.
She was behaving like a wife should. She was making her husband happy. It was strange that her cunt was also getting hot. She had sucked the other men without enjoyment, just as something she knew they liked.
But it was different with her husband.
She gobbled him like she was a greedy wanton, using her tongue and lips against his sensitive crown in a way that she'd never done before.
"Ahhhhh God, Cindy," he said. "AAAAA God!"
His calling her Cindy was different too. She realized he had made the last concession to her new personality. She was now no longer the regal Cynthia who was his wife, but she was Cindy who was his whore and lover.
She liked being his whore and lover better. Much better.
"Suck me," he said. "Suck me good. Suck my cock all the way into your mouth."
She deep-throated him. She felt his cock deep in her throat. She felt his balls against her chin. She started moving her mouth up and down on his cock in piston-like sucks.
"Jesus," he said. "Jesus, Cindy, I'm coming. I'm coming in your mouth. Ahhhhh Jesusssssss!"
She didn't pull his cock away as he came into her throat. She loved the taste of his salty cum. She swallowed every gob down and licked his cock for more.
He finally had to push her away.
"That's enough," he said. "For now."
Cynthia pressed her face against his crotch and felt his hands in her hair. She had finally found her husband.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cynthia was happier than she'd ever been since she had married John.
A couple of weeks had passed since Tommy and Billy had been fired and Cynthia found that she was getting no more uninvited visitors.
Evidently John had passed the word around town that Cynthia was no longer available.
The farmhands still looked at her with obvious hunger, but none of them dared approach her. Cynthia knew that things could only get better.
Cynthia was wrong.
She had no fears about John going into town that morning. She had been left pretty much alone. She had even started riding again, although nobody went with her anymore. She had no desires she couldn't control, for John kept her pretty well satisfied.
He was just as rough as she needed him to be.
"Keep it hot for me, baby," John said, giving her fanny a pat.
"I sure will," she told him.
She stood outside until he drove away and then she went back into the house. She still locked her doors when she was alone, for she wasn't that confident.
She took her shower and decided she would dress in just her jeans and bra. After all, there was no one there to see her and it was hot in the house.
She had plenty to do just cleaning and she'd decided to start in the kitchen.
She was looking over the dirty dishes, in the sink, when she heard the shattering of glass.
She turned to see an arm come through the kitchen door and unlock the chain.
Then Billy kicked the door open and stood there grinning at her.
"How do, ma'm," he said.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I think you know," he said. "You ought to know. Billy always comes back for seconds."
"Get out of here," she said. "Get out of here or I'm going to scream."
"Scream away, baby," he said. "All the hands are in the fields. They're not going to hear you."
"My husband is in the bedroom," she said.
"Won't work, honey," he said. "I know your husband left for town."
She could smell the alcohol on his breath even across the room. He was drunk or he wouldn't have dared to do this. He knew that this time it would be rape for real and John would come after him.
"Get out," she said again.
She was trembling and he noticed it. He gave her another of his sickly grins.
"Don't be scared, honey," he said. "I don't want nothing you ain't gave me before."
His dirty eyes ogled her titties confined in the small bra. She knew she couldn't outfight him. She was not strong enough.
She ran back through the house, hoping to reach the front door before he caught her. She was surprised because he didn't seem to try to catch her.
She fumbled with the lock and got it open. She pulled open the front door and ran right into Tommy.
"You going somewhere?" he asked.
She pulled away from him and backed into her living room. There was no other way out except for the windows and she knew she'd never be allowed to reach them.
Tommy stood in front of her and she knew that Billy had come into the room and was standing behind her.
"Leave me alone," Cynthia said.
"You got us fired, baby," Tommy said. "You ought to give us some compensation for that."
"I didn't fire you," she said.
"No," Tommy said. "Your husband did. He told us we were making you nervous being around you. But that ain't the truth. Truth is you told him we fucked you blind, and you loved every minute of it. He couldn't stand the competition. Isn't that the truth, baby?"
"No," she said. "No, it's not true."
She could tell they didn't believe her and it didn't matter if they did. They had come here for one thing and they were determined to get it.
"Now you going to take off them clothes, bitch," Tommy said. "Or do you want us to take them off?"
"Get out of here," she said.
"You ain't listening," Tommy said. "Take off your fucking clothes. My cock ain't had no real pussy for days. Now strip down!"
"Leave me alone," she pleaded. "Please leave me alone. I don't know why my husband fired you. Please just leave me alone."
She had backed against the wall and there was no place she could go. Both men stood in front of her and she could see their hard bulges.
She screamed loud enough for the field hands to hear. Billy stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. She got mad and went for Billy's face with her fingernails. He laughed and stepped easily out of her way. His foot came out to trip her and she went down sprawling.
"Bitch," Billy said. "So you'd claw me up, huh? Just like a cat in heat."
"That right?" Tommy asked. "Are you a pussy in heat?"
"Please," she said.
Billy straddled her from behind. She was on her stomach and he pushed her face againt the rug. He easily unsnapped her bra.
"Now I'm going to play with your titties," he said. "Now don't you go trying to claw me anymore, or I might just hurt you real bad."
He got up and flipped her over on her back. Tommy and Billy looked down lustfully at her full, creamy titties. Tommy licked his dry lips.
"You do have a fine pair," he said. "A pair of suckable titties. How many men you let suck on them titties, huh? I bet you had more pokes than a porcupine's got quills."
"Just leave me alone," she begged him.
"Sure, baby," he said. "Right after I get what I came for."
He sat down on her again and roughly handled her titties. He pinched them until there were tears in her eyes. She realized that he wanted to hurt her. He wanted to punish her for getting him fired. He blamed it on her.
"Sweet tits," he said. "You loved having me play with them the first time. You just love having them played with."
"Answer him, baby," Tommy said. "Answer his questions. We want to hear your voice."
Billy squeezed her titties so hard she was forced to nod her head yes.
"That's more like it," he said. "Now about Joyce. You didn't know we knew about Joyce, did you? Well she told Tommy all about how you couldn't wait until you sucked her pussy. Which do you like better, bitch? Sucking cocks or pussies?"
They kept asking her questions and making her answer them. They had her say every dirty word she had ever known and a few she had never heard of. Each time she didn't answer, Billy would squeeze her titties until she thought she would die.
Finally Billy got off her but it wasn't to stop. He reached down and unzipped her jeans and made her lift her ass so that he could peel them down.
"Why, you little hussy," Billy said. "No underwear. Why you were waiting on us."
Cynthia was bawling like a baby as he pushed one hand between her legs. He started playing with her pussy lips but she felt nothing. She only felt repulsed that she had once willingly let this animal touch her.
"You know what a sandwich is, baby?" Billy asked.
Billy got up. He was undressing. She saw his large prick pop out of his trousers. His massive tool was already hard.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"We're going to make a sandwich," Tommy said.
"Yeah," Billy said. "You're going to love it. But first you have to get us in the mood."
He stepped close to Cynthia and grabbed her by her hair. He jerked her head up until her face was inches from his huge tool.
"That's it," he said. "Suck it, bitch."
He had no intention of being gentle. She realized that as he forced open her mouth and crammed his thick cock into the cavity. She began to choke as he forced his thick meat farther and farther into her mouth. Her saliva coated him and dripped from the edges of her mouth.
"Eat it, bitch," he said. "Eat it good. You're going to get a big load right in your mouth. And don't you spill none of my good stuff."
He pressed her face against him as far as her mouth could take him. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and he started slamming his meat into her mouth.
His balls slapped against her chin with each savage stroke.
"Yeah," he moaned. "This is what you were made for, honey. Sucking my cock. Sucking it good and hot and making me come. I bet your husband don't give you a mouth-fucking as good as I'm giving you."
He slammed his thick rod into her mouth in rapid, savage strokes and she could feel his huge cock-head bruising the back of her throat.
She moaned in pain.
"Here it comes, baby," he said. "Now you get ready to swallow this. Here it comesssss!"
He spurted into her throat with thick gobs of jism that choked her. She tried to spit it out, but he held her so that she had to swallow. Some of it escaped out of the sides of her mouth and dripped to her titties.
She kept sucking him until he released her.
"You spilled some," he said.
Suddenly he was holding her neck and slapping her hard on her face. He kept slapping her until she was moaning in pain.
"You going to spill any more?" he said.
"No," she said.
"You hot fucking cunt," he said. "Lick my dick clean. Lick it good and clean."
"I'll do anything," she said. "Only please don't hit me anymore."
She bent her head over his cock and quickly licked him clean. She was frantic.
These two men weren't playing games. They were drunk and they meant to hurt her if she didn't do what they said and do it quickly.
"Take it off your titties," Billy said. "Rub it all over. Rub my cum all over your body."
She fingered her titties, feeling the sticky cum and she rubbed it all over her titties and stomach.
"Put some in your hair," he commanded.
She still gobbled on his cock as she rubbed some of his sticky jism into her hair. She kept rubbing it until he told her to stop.
"You're learning," he said. "If only you weren't such a dumb cunt."
She felt him growing stiff in her mouth and he pushed her away. He slapped her again on the side of her head. Then again. She looked up at him pleadingly and he quit hitting her.
"Your turn, Tommy," Billy said.
Tommy stepped up to her and pushed her down on her back. She didn't understand what he was doing until he placed his big cock between her large titties.
"Now you kiss the end," Tommy said. "You'd better get your tongue down there while I fuck your big titties."
She understood then. Tommy began to fuck her between the titties. Each time she saw the head appear between her creamy mounds she would push her tongue at the end. She could barely touch him and it was an uncomfortable position, but she didn't dare pull away.
"This is all right," Tommy said. "I always wanted to fuck her titties. Feels pretty good!"
"Give it to her," Billy said. "Fuck her good. Cum right in her face."
"Hold them together, baby," Tommy demanded.
She had to hold her titties together to give Tommy better friction as he fucked her crevice. He had a wide grin on his face.
"Sweet sucking shit," he said softly. "Oh shit. This feels good! FUCKING FINEEEEEE!"
He exploded in gobs of thick jism against her neck, chin, shoulders, and into her mouth. She felt the stickiness drip between her titties. He kept spurting until his prick went limp. "Shit," he said.
He stood up and dripped against her cheek.
"You do have a fine pair," he said.
"Now for the sandwich," Billy said.
She didn't know what they meant by sandwich but she was afraid she was going to really hate it.
"Please go," she said. "Haven't you got what you wanted? Can't you stop now?"
"Shut your mouth, bitch," Billy said. "Wrap your hot hand around Tommy and get him hard again. We need two rods to make a sandwich."
She did as she was told, feeling Tommy get hard again under the touch of her fingers.
Tommy moved away when she had him hard enough.
"Get on your back, Tommy," Billy directed him.
Tommy lay flat on his back with Ins hard prick waving in the air. Cynthia was frightened. More frightened than she'd ever been. Billy made her stand up and straddle Tommy's body.
"On your knees, cunt," Billy said.
Cynthia went to her knees. Billy kept pushing her and she slowly went down on Tommy's cock. She felt the large cockhead enter her tight pussy. He slammed his thick cock up to meet her and she slowly enveloped his entire cock.
Damn it, but it felt good.
It was supposed to feel awful. It was supposed to feel sickening. But it felt good.
Despite herself, she gave a low moan of pleasure.
"See there," Billy said. "You are a hot cunt. You like a good cock. Now bounce on him."
Cynthia couldn't help herself. She started bouncing up and down on the thick rod and he stabbed upward to meet her wet pussy.
Low moans kept being torn from her throat. She didn't want to enjoy it. God, how she tried to fight her feelings. But Tommy's cock in her pussy just felt too good.
She felt Billy moving around behind her and she wondered what he was doing.
"Now you're going to find out what a sandwich fuck is, cunt," he said.
But she already knew. She realized it as soon as he pressed his hard cock against her.
One of his brutal fingers went into her ass. He started moving it around inside her tight hole.
"Please," she asked him. "Not there. Please don't do it there."
"Fuck you," Billy said savagely. "Just relax and you'll like it."
She tried to concentrate on relaxing, but the finger in her ass and the prick in her cunt left her shivering with hungry desire.
"Oh God," she said.
His finger came out of her and she felt his hard rod pressed against her anus.
"No," she said. "Don't."
It was too late to stop him. He moved his huge rod up the crack of her ass and back to the tiny puckered hole. He pushed and his huge cock-head started inside her.
"No!" she screamed. "That hurts. Oh God, stop!"
Her rectum closed over his cock and he began to shove forward. Slowly her ass enveloped him in a tight vise. It felt too good to be believed.
"Oh shit, Tommy," Billy said. "You should be back here."
"Fuck," Tommy said. "I can feel you inside her. You're rubbing against me!"
Cynthia had never been so full of cock. She tried to control the heat in her body, but she was getting turned on.
This was the ultimate in fucking. The men were not simply fucking her, they were once again punishing her with their hard cocks and Cynthia was beginning to love it. Little gasps of passion were being torn from her throat.
"She's liking it now," Tommy said. "She's a hot bitch and she's liking it know."
"Sure she is," Billy moaned. "I knew she would. I knew she'd like it."
There was no use in trying to control her heat any longer. Her pussy was already dripping with juice and juice and her entire body was moving in response to their savage thrusts.
They could feel her excitement and it was turning them on even more.
Their strokes became more rapid, more deeper. She felt as if she was being torn apart by the two huge cocks.
"Oh I'm going crazy," she cried out.
She was, too. Her whole body was on fire. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt. Her pussy felt as if it were being mauled.
"I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh God, I'm coming. I don't want to. I can't help it. Oh God. Oh God. OGOD,OGOD,OGOD!"
Her climax rocked her body like a tremendous explosion. She felt hot and weak as the two cocks still drove into her. Then she felt Tommy's cock grow. He groaned and she felt the hot, wet spurt of his cock into her pussy.
A second later Billy collapsed against her as his cock sent a thick spurt of jism into her ass.
"Oh God," she said. "Oh Jesus!"
She stayed in the cramped position until they allowed her to get up. She thought they were done with her but she saw the hard gleam in Billy's eyes.
"Please," she said. "What else are you going to do with me?"
"I'm not going to do anything, baby," Billy said. "My prick is as soft as mush."
"You ready," Tommy said.
Billy nodded. Tommy went to the phone and dialed a number. He spoke softly into the phone and Cynthia couldn't hear what they were saying.
"My husband," Cynthia said. "John will be home in a little while. He will."
"No he won't," Tommy said, hanging up the phone. "We arranged for him to have a little car trouble. We've got a couple of hours before he even starts back."
"But I don't understand," she said. "Haven't I done everything you wanted?"
"You have," Billy agreed. "But Tommy wants to give you a little something to remember us by. So you don't start talking out of turn."
She turned wide eyes to Tommy as the young man started removing his broad belt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They didn't really hurt her badly.
They marked her back and buttocks up with Tommy's belt, but Tommy had evidently done that sort of thing before. It stung her while it was happening, but he never actually broke the skin.
Billy was right about it being something she should always remember.
John found her sitting on the couch when he finally got home.
"My God," he said softly. "What happened?"
She explained as he got her clothes together.
"They won't get away with this," he said. "But first I'm going to take you to the hospital."
"But there's nothing wrong with me," she protested. "I'm just a little tired and sore."
"Just the same," John said. "I'm going to have the hospital keep you overnight. An examination and a little rest wouldn't do any harm."
"All right," she agreed.
John left her in the hospital. They put her in a private room after giving her an examination and a shot to make her sleep. The last thing she saw was John assuring her that everything was going to be all right.
The shot made her drowsy even when she woke up. She had slept for a long time and it was dark outside. She could see a blinking red light through the window.
She was aware of a door opening, and she turned her head to look.
A white-coated attendant was standing there.
She couldn't see his face.
"Hello, Cynthia," he said softly.
She didn't recognize him as he came closer to the bed, but she recognized the look in his eyes.
"Oh God," she said to herself. "Not here in the hopsital. Not here."
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Tired," she said.
"That's the shot," he explained. "The shot makes you feel tired and unable to move around too much. It kind of makes you agreeable to anything."
His face kept fading out and coming back again. She knew that he was right. It was like having an entire bottle of wine and getting really giddy. She knew what the attendant wanted but she couldn't bring herself to scream or anything.
He leaned over and kissed her very softly on the lips. She was surprised to find that his kiss was so gentle. She had expected him to be immediately rough.
"You've had a very bad time of it, Cynthia," he said.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Those men were very wrong to treat you that way," he said. "Anyone can see that you're a lady. A sweet, loving lady. Especially loving."
He left her side and she turned her head so that she could watch him. He closed the door and she heard the lock being turned. He was locking them in.
He took off his white coat and put it over the edge of the chair in the corner.
"You're a very pretty lady, Cynthia," he said. "The nurse that helped you with your shower tonight said you were one of the prettiest ladies she's ever seen. Such a well rounded, flawless body. The word for you is ripe."
"Please," she said. "You shouldn't be talking to me this way."
"Why not?" he asked. "Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of being complimented? You shouldn't be. You should be proud of how good you look."
He got into the bed with her and he started kissing her neck. She couldn't believe this was happening to her in a hospital. He ran his wet tongue down her cheek and started kissing her shoulder.
"Stop," she said.
"Now you know you like it, Cynthia," he said. "Everybody in town knows you like it."
Here it was again. The talk. John had tried to stop it but it was starting again. Nobody was going to believe that it was rape this time when she'd been so willing to give it to them before.
He kissed her mouth. His mouth was insistent and his tongue pushed to get between her lips.
There was little use fighting him, and even less use trying to pretend she didn't like it. She had enjoyed having Tommy and Billy use her and now she was even more weak from the shot they had given her.
She opened her mouth and admitted his fat, wiggling tongue. His tongue fondled hers and caused little shivers at the base of her spine.
"You kiss really nice," he said.
She wished he'd quit talking to her. Without his words she might have been able to control herself a little. But his words were so nice, so gentle, and his voice so full of warmth that it made her need even greater.
He pulled back some of her covers to expose her large, creamy tits, just barely covered by the thin nightgown. He placed his hand over one tit and rubbed his palm up and down.
"Oooooh," she said. "Don't do that."
"Why not?" he asked. "You know you like it. You know that it feels good. I can feel your nipple getting hard. You really do have beautiful titties. Just like the nurse said."
"Stop," she said.
But she didn't really want him to stop. Under his gentle caress her titties were becoming swollen with an aching need and her nipples hardening to stiff points.
He started rubbing his thumb and forefinger over her nipple, sending electric sparks throughout her body. He was starting to drive her crazy. He was really good with his hands and fingers. He knew how to use them.
She moaned deep in her throat and he bent his head to kiss her neck.
"So soft there," he said. "Your skin is so soft there."
She shivered as his wet tongue flicked at her. His tongue traveled down her warm skin to the crevice between her titties where her nightgown started.
His tongue went underneath her flimsy nightgown, kissing and licking the flesh between her titties.
"Oh," she said softly. She wiggled to get out from under his insistent tongue but her nightgown came off one shoulder and revealed one of her creamy titties.
He immediately turned his attention to her creamy-white mound.
He licked at the hard pink nipple, sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. His hand went down her side and cupped one of her asscheeks. He began to squeeze rhythmically as he continued to kiss her nipple.
This was different than what she was accustomed to. She realized that up to that moment she had not known the sweet feelings that a gentle man could give her.
She had liked the roughness and she still did, but this gentle young intern was making her feel really good.
"That feels nice," she gasped. "You really make me feel nice."
"You're going to feel nicer," he said. "Much nicer." , He tugged at her gown so that both her titties were revealed and he went to work on them.
She gasped as she felt her hot flesh being sucked into his mouth. First one breast and then the other would be captured between his hungry lips. His tongue teased every inch of her shivering flesh.
"Like two overgrown melons," he said. "But so firm and ripe. Just right for picking."
"Then pick me," she moaned. "Oh do pick me!"
It was going over and over in her mind that this was really crazy. She had been brutally raped and sent to the hospital and now she was being raped again by someone who worked in the hospital.
And what made it all the more crazy was that she was asking for it.
She heard soft sucking sounds as his mouth kept working at her titties. She could feel more and more of her mound being taken into his mouth, causing her to clench her teeth tightly together to halt the cries she would have been making.
As his tongue left her titties and his mouth went down, she had to close her thighs together. Her pussy was growing wet and hungry for his cock.
He kissed the soft flatness of her stomach and then went farther to kiss the skin just above her panties.
Now he lifted up and tugged her gown the rest of the way down her body.
He lifted it away from her and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.
Now she wore only her panties and he began to once again kiss the soft skin just above her bikini panties. His tongue went under the top of her panties and licked at her very soft pubic hair.
"Nice," he said. "Real nice."
She could stand it no longer and she let her hand fall between his legs. She traced the outline of his bulge with her sensitive fingers, wondering at the largeness of his bulge. She knew she had to feel it, to wrap her fingers around his stiffness and pull him into her hungry pussy.
She was hot for him! Really hot!
"Please," she whispered. "I need you. I want you to fuck me."
Her words would have hurried most men up, but not this man. He pulled away from her and stood up near the bed. Slowly he began taking off his clothes.
"Hurry," she panted. "Hurry."
He only smiled at her as he stripped his trousers and shorts off to reveal his huge organ standing like a rock. A beautiful rock.
Quickly she lifted her hips and peeled her panties down her legs.
She was still feeling kind of sluggish, but she didn't mind her soreness as she got her hands and knees on the bed. She brushed a strand of hair from her face as she reached for his cock.
Her fingers wrapped around his stiff, throbbing rod, and a shiver of excitement went through her. He was like a rock. So stiff. She bent her head to the tip of his cock and tasted some of his soft fluids.
He placed both his hands on either side of her head and asked in a soft voice, "Will you eat me?"
She only nodded and opened her mouth wide to engulf the length of his large cock.
"Oh Jesus," he said. "You really know how to take a man's cock. Oh Jesus, Cynthia!"
Cynthia was so aroused she knew she had to make him have his first cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste his salty sweetness before he fucked her.
She wasn't worried about him being able to fuck her after she had sucked him dry.
Somehow she had the feeling that this young man could go all night long.
She swallowed up all of his cock again, feeling his balls bounce against her chin. His prick throbbed against her tongue as she kept working on his succulent flesh.
She released him.
His cock was like an arrow pointing up at her, gleaming from her saliva. She ran her tongue down the length of him, kissing his heavy balls.
"Jesus, you're one fine cocksucker," he said. "You can sure take one!"
His compliments pleased her as she took first one and then the other of his balls into her mouth. She rested them in her cheeks while her tongue teased.
She released his balls and ran her tongue back up him again.
She started working on the sensitive cock-head with her tongue. She could feel his excitement as she ran her tongue just underneath his crown.
Cynthia had no intention of stopping, for sucking him was creating a deep warmth in her. There was something young and innocent about this man, as if he had not had his cock sucked much before.
She could tell by his tension that this was something he wasn't used to, even if he had seemed so experienced when he first entered the room.
She opened her mouth wider and sucked the entire length of him once again into her mouth.
She could tell that he was fast approaching a fever pitch. It wouldn't be long before he exploded into her mouth and she knew he would have a lot of jism.
His hands were now running all over her head and back. She could feel his palms dripping sweat. He wanted to crush her face against his cock, she knew. Somehow he controlled his impulse.
She wanted him to enjoy it and she knew how to excite him so that he couldn't control himself.
She smiled up at him.
"Fuck me in the mouth," she said. "Fuck me hard in the mouth."
She saw the gleam of hot delight that appeared in his eyes. A low moan escaped his throat as he grabbed her head roughly and forced her deeper onto his cock.
"Oh God," he said. "It just feels so good. I can't help it. I just can't help it."
Now he was controlling her movements. He could look down and see her head bobbing up and down on his massive tool and it excited him even more.
Her hot mouth engulfing his prick, her sweet tongue teasing him, the sight of her lips working to suck up his rod-it was almost too much for him to bear.
This time he threw his head back and a scream of pure delight burst out of his lips.
He was completely out of control. He started slamming his big prick deeper and deeper into her mouth, his balls slapping loudly against her chin.
He could hear her sucking noises with one part of his mind but most of him concentrated on the sweet tingling of his cock.
Faster and faster he plunged his swollen cock into her throat.
She was ready for his eruption when it came. She opened her mouth wide and took each spurting load deep in her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could but he just had too much of it. Some of it escaped the corners of her mouth.
"Jesus," he said softly. "Jesus!"
His limp prick slowly escaped her hungry mouth. She bent her head and carefully licked him clean.
He seemed to have no more strength and he fell down on the bed beside her. "Jesus," he said again.
She was still hot and in need of his stiff cock and she pressed herself up against him. She fondled his limp cock, running her soft fingers up and down him and caressing his balls.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm getting you hard again," she said. "I'm getting you hard enough to fuck!"
"I don't think I can again," he said. "Not for a while."
She laughed softly. She ran her tongue around the outside of his ear and then kissed his lips.
"You can," she said. "I'm sure you can." She kept rubbing him until she felt him start to harden. "See there," she teased.
"God," he said. "I can't believe it. I'm getting hard again."
She felt his rod grow stiff between her fingers. She rubbed his cock-head against her thigh.
"I need you," she said. "My pussy's so hot. I need you to fuck me."
She rolled over on top of him, her huge titties pressing against his chest.
"Ummm," she said. "I can feel it down there. Now I'm going to fuck you!"
"Jesus," he said.
She kept rubbing her titties against him and her mouth pressed down on his. She slipped her tongue between his lips and fondled his tongue.
She felt his hands cup her buttocks, his finger going between the crevice of her ass and pushing at her anus.
"My goodness," she said.
She could feel his prick pushing at her thighs and she positioned herself so that his cock-head was pressed against her soft pubic hairs.
"Now," she said softly.
She slowly raised up, capturing his prick and engulfing him with her hot cunt. She felt him going deep inside her and she stopped.
His hips started bucking and she had to press her hands against his chest.
"No," she said. "Wait a moment. Just a moment."
She had to wait until her juices were flowing free enough to admit his cock. It only took a moment and she was able to sit up and feel his cock go up completely into her hot cunt-hole!
His hands left her buttocks and grasped her titties. He started squeezing them gently as she started to bounce up and down on his thick rod.
"Jesus," he said. "Jesus, that feels good. You're so tight, Cynthia. So fucking tight!"
His compliments pleased her, but his cock pleased her a great deal more. Having it inside of her was scratching the itch that had been bothering her.
"Ummmm, baby," she moaned. "Such a big cock. Such a big, hard cock!"
They fucked slowly and gently as the passion in each of them kept rising. She was feeling her skin tingling and her creamy titties getting swollen with lust.
He could stand it no longer!
His cock and balls ached and now he knew he had to take control. He had to cram his hot dick hard into her burning cunt hole. He had to be in command!
He pushed her off of him and she understood what he wanted, and she was more than willing.
She spread her legs wide as he climbed on top of her and crammed his hot rod deep inside of her.
"Lift your legs," he said. "Lift them up high so I can get my cock in there deep!"
There was nothing slow or gentle about him now. She lifted her legs and wrapped her heels just over the backs of his hairy thighs.
He started fucking her in rapid, savage strokes that filled her completely.
"That's the way," she moaned. "Fuck me good, baby. Now give it to me hard."
Every part of his cock tingled as he kept driving it into her wet hole. It was unlike any fucking he had ever experienced. Her beautiful round ass was bouncing with him on every stroke. She was as hot as he was.
"Dear Jesus," he moaned. "Oh Dear Jesus. I don't think I can stand this much longer. It feels too good. Too good. Oh Dear Jesus, I think I'm going to come. Oh God, it feels so good it hurts. It fucking hurts!"
She knew what he wanted as she lifted her ass off the bed to meet his every tearing thrust. It was fine. It was fantastic. She started feeling the hot tingles that meant her climax was near.
"Oh Jesus," she said. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I can feel your hot seed pouring into me! Oh Jesus, give it to me! Give it to me. OH JESUSSSSS!"
They collapsed together on the bed as the last of his hot sperm erupted within her.
CHAPTER NINE
"How do you feel this morning?" the cop asked.
Cynthia pulled the sheet up a little closer to her neck and gave the policeman a nasty look.
She didn't like being awakened so early in the morning. Especially by such an ugly man. He had dirty eyes and he made it plain he was interested in seeing what she was wearing under the sheet.
Tne truth was she wasn't wearing anything. She had gone to sleep naked after the intern had left her the night before. That morning she had gotten up and taken a hot shower and she had gone back to sleep as soon as she got into the bed.
The cop had awakened her a little while later.
She first became aware of a feeling that she wasn't alone in the room.
She opened her eyes and turned her head and she saw a big, hulking man sitting in the room's one chair.
He was smiling and licking his full lips and she realized that she had one breast showing.
Quickly she drew the covers up.
Then he asked her how she was feeling.
"I'm feeling very well," she said.
"My name's Tal Conner," he said. "I'm the Chief of Police here. I wanted to ask you a few questions."
"What kind of questions?" she asked.
"Just about the rape and all," he shrugged.
His eyes left no doubt that he didn't believe it had been rape.
After all, Conner knew women. He could spot a hot bitch a mile off and this one had that look in her eyes. He was thinking that she had asked for it and he was sorely tempted to ask for it himself.
"I don't really want to talk right now," Cynthia said. "If you could talk to my husband later."
"I understand you don't feel like talking," Conner said. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Cynthia almost cursed out loud. What was it about her that made men think she was always asking for it? She could see the lust in the cop's eyes. He wanted her.
"No thank you," she said coldly.
"I heard a lot about you," he said.
"I'm sure you have," she said.
"Temple told me some things," he said. "Made me a little doubtful. Did you two really do all those things or was he just talking?"
She didn't know how to answer. She was beginning to feel worried. This rape business was getting old. It seemed like every man she talked to was just itching to get her into the sack. It was obvious that the cop was trying to talk himself into trying.
"Don't believe all you hear," Cynthia said.
He was made a little uncertain by the animosity in her voice. She didn't sound like the type he thought her to be. He sighed. She certainly didn't look agreeable to anything he might try.
"Well," he said. "Maybe I'll talk to you later."
"Don't bother," Cynthia said. "I don't have anything to say."
He was almost to the door when he changed his mind. Hell, he thought, she's been giving it to everybody. She shouldn't mind if one more prick stuffed her honeypot.
The door to her room was half open and he shut it. The sound of the lock was loud in the silence of the room.
Cynthia's breath caught in her throat.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He turned around. His beefy face was red and flushed and there was a bulge between his legs.
She hadn't meant to look down there but somehow her eyes had rested there.
He saw her look and smiled.
"You want it, baby," he said. "You know you do."
"I'll scream," she warned.
That stopped him for a moment. She looked as if she really would scream. But he couldn't stop now. He could feel his balls aching as he studied the slender outline of her young body beneath the sheet.
He could see the prominent rise of her titties, and he felt his mouth get dry.
He had already seen one perfectly shaped tit. So creamy, so firm. Just the type he would like to get his mouth around. He had a feeling that all he had to do was get his dick into her and she would go crazy. But getting his dick into her might be a problem.
"I'll scream," she said again.
He couldn't control himself. He started walking toward the bed and she opened her mouth to scream.
Cynthia had never seen a man with faster reflexes. She was barely able to get a soft gasp out before he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed and clamping his rugged fist over her mouth.
"Scream and I'll hurt you," he said.
His other hand was balled up into a fist and his eyes were wild and crazy. Cynthia could feel a hot ball in her stomach as she realized that he surely would hurt her.
"Are you going to scream if I move my hand?" he asked.
She shook her head no and he released her.
"That's better," he said. "There's no sense fighting me. I only want what everybody else has been getting."
She couldn't answer as he took the end of the sheet and peeled it away from her naked body.
He could feel his balls burning as he looked down at her beautiful body. Those titties were everything he imagined. Her stomach was so flat and she had a curly bush of pubic hair. She was a delicious piece of ass.
"Sweet little bitch," he whispered. "Sweet little bitch with the beautiful body."
He tried to kiss her and she turned her head away. He grabbed both sides of her head and held her still while his mouth pressed down on hers.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and fondled her sweet-tasting tongue.
He wondered how many others had gotten her like this, how many others had been able to stick their cock in? He knew it was probably a lot. No man could resist this trembling young body with the well-shaped tits and beautiful ass.
She was like one of those little high school girls he had desired when he watched the football games. She would fit in well jumping around and cheering.
"Hot damn," he said. "Hot damn!"
Cynthia trembled again, but it wasn't from desire. Tommy and Billy had been strong and they had hurt her. But she had a feeling that Conner was the type of man who could hurt her a great deal worse.
He was certainly the roughest man she had ever been in bed with.
His brutal hands ran all over her body and she could feel the scar tissue from a dozen fights on his body. She knew he would be experienced in hurting people and she didn't want to be hurt anymore than she had been.
"Please," she said. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me."
"I ain't going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm just going to fuck you."
This time when he kissed her she tried to soften her response. She opened her mouth almost before he pushed his tongue at her, and she fondled it as sexily as she could manage. She also pushed her titties into his hands when he started grabbing at her.
"Hot damn," he said huskily. "You are a hot bitch. A sweet, hot bitch."
He got off the bed and started hurriedly stripping off his clothes.
His body wasn't fat but he was short and stocky and scarred from a hundred fights.
When he stripped off his shorts her eyes fell to his cock. He had the fattest cock she'd ever seen. It wasn't all that long, but it was fat and -rimmed with blue veins.
Under her eyes the fat cock grew stiff.
"See that, baby," he said softly. "It grows for you, sweet bitch. It's ready for some loving!"
He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She could feel it trembling under the touch of her fingers. He was hot and sweaty.
She slowly moved her hot fingers up and down the length of his throbbing cock. She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls.
"Hot damn," he said. "Hot damn, you sure know how to make a man feel good."
She felt his hands cupping her titties, almost bruising her. She squeezed his cock tighter for the thought was in her mind that she could make him come with her hand. She knew what would happen if he ever got his fat cock into her, and she didn't want to go crazy around him.
She closed her hand in a circle around his cock and moved her fingers up around his crown. Her hand felt a little sticky as she got some of his lubricating fluid.
His hand left her titties and pushed between her legs. She was on her knees playing with him and it was uncomfortable to have his hand there. But there was nothing she could do about it and she parted her legs long enough for him to get a finger up inside her pussy.
She wanted to control herself.
She kept thinking of nasty things as his finger worked inside her.
But her sensitive body betrayed her. It seemed like she couldn't get sated no matter how many cocks she had. Once again she felt those delicious hot tingles coming from her pussy and she knew she was getting juicy down there.
Conner was a little surprised. He'd fucked women before who were supposed to be nymphos, but usually it took a little while before they warmed up to the situation.
He hadn't really expected this young woman to get warmed up at all.
After all, she had gone through a hell of a lot getting beaten by the two men, even if it hadn't been rape. Most women would feel a little cold for a long while after that.
But already he could feel her moving against his finger. He looked into her face and saw the first signs of excitement. There was a new look in her eyes, a hot glow. Her mouth was half open. Those beautiful red lips parted to show her gleaming teeth as her breath started to come in soft pants.
His cock was feeling a little too excited as her fingers went up and down him.
The last time he had been jerked off he had been fifteen but this young woman's hand was so hot, so experienced, that it was almost like fucking.
His balls were aching and he knew he was about to come, but he also knew he wasn't going to leave the room until he had fucked this sweet bitch.
He didn't care if it took him all day to get his hard-on back again.
"Ahhhhh," he gasped. "I'm going to come. Hot damn, I'm going to come."
Cynthia was kneeling close to his cock and she moved away slightly.
But he wanted to see it strike her face and mouth and he grabbed her head. He held her close to his cock and Cynthia knew his seed was going to strike her face.
He held her with a steel grip and there was very little she could do except stare into the eye of his cock and wait for his explosion.
"Hot damn," he moaned. "Hot damn, hot damn, hotdamn, hotdamn, HOTDAMNNNNNN!"
She saw the white spurt from the end of his cock and she quickly shut her eyes.
She felt the sticky jism strike her eyes and cheeks and run down the side of her neck.
Still, she knew better than to stop jerking him until he was completely done.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned.
She released his prick and sat motionless until he opened his eyes.
"Suck me up hard again," he commanded.
She knew he still wanted her pussy.
She bent her head and licked the end of his prick. Then she opened her red lips and sucked his limp prick completely into her mouth.
She even took his balls into her mouth but had to release them at the first stirring of his cock.
Conner was once again surprised. He had expected her hot mouth to make him hard again but not soon. He had thought she'd have to work a while.
But looking down at her young face, covered with his cum, and seeing her ruby red lips working at his limp prick, he could feel the hot stirring of his balls.
"Go, baby," he said. "Suck me up hard so I can fuck your hot cunt."
She kept sucking on his cock until he was stiff and trembling once again.
She was past the point where she minded him fucking her, for her pussy was beginning to ache and she knew she needed a cock to fill her.
She sucked greedily on his prick, still feeling his sticky cum on her face.
"That's it," he said. "Hot damn, I'm hard as a rock. Let's get to it, honey!"
She released his stabbing prick from her mouth and lay down on her back. But that wasn't what he wanted.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he said. "And turn that beautiful ass to me."
She climbed up to her hands and knees and got close to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her so that she could feel his prick nuzzling her anus.
"I like a little ass, too," he said.
She closed her eyes as she felt his huge cock-head start to enter her tight anus. He wasn't gentle and she had not expected him to be.
He pushed hard and his spearing shaft tore into her sore ass.
"God," she gasped.
"Like that, baby?" he asked.
It hurt but she couldn't deny that she liked it. She began to move back against him as her soreness slowly disappeared.
"I knew it," he said. "I knew you were an ass girl. A beautiful ass like yours has to be fucked."
He started driving his cock savagely into her tender ass and she kept driving back to meet him.
"Hump me, baby," he moaned. "This is fantastic! Hump me baby!"
She moaned softly as she felt his finger travel up the inside of her thigh and then between her legs. His finger went gently inside her cunt and found her clit.
"Now I'm going to make it good," he said.
His finger started pushing against her clit, causing her to really become juicy.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
His tremendous cock was building her up to an explosion. She felt delicious spasms of pleasure up and down her body. She could still taste a little of his jism that had struck her mouth and that made her more excited.
She licked the jism away from her lips as she felt the first quiver of her orgasm.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me come. Oh Jesus, you're making me come. Oh Jesusssss!"
She got wet and hot and weak as her body rocked in a tremendous explosion.
Her pussy juices coated his finger.
Then she felt him gasp and she felt his hot seed pouring into her ass. She humped back against him to receive every hot drop.
CHAPTER TEN
Cynthia had just finished her second shower that morning when she heard her door open.
She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself before going back out into her hospital room.
A tall, skinny man in a white coat was consulting a clipboard.
He looked up when he saw her and his face grew very red. He quickly looked back down at the clipboard. When he spoke, he sounded shy.
"I'm Dr. Bailey," he said. 'Your husband asked me to look in on you today. I see, by your charts, that you're really doing pretty well. I don't see any reason why we just can't send you home."
He was trying to keep his eyes off her, but he wasn't succeeding very well. Every time he looked at her his face would turn a bright red and his lower lips would tremble.
Well, this is a change, Cynthia thought. Any other man would have enjoyed looking.
She saw the gold wedding band on his finger, and she wondered what his wife was like. Probably a dumpy woman who thought that sex was something you did just to have children. It was refreshing to have a man blush when he looked at her.
"You're a doctor," Cynthia said. "I didn't think doctors blushed at the sight of a woman in a towel. You must see naked women every day."
His voice was choked with emotion when he answered.
"I do," he answered. "That is, usually in my office. There's something somewhat disturbing about a woman in a towel."
"I understand," Cynthia said.
Cynthia was having fun. She didn't know why, but there was also something disturbing about the tall skinny man. Perhaps it was his innocence. He was the type of man who would have never even thought of trying to fuck her.
He was one of those nice men.
She walked to her bed and sat down, letting the towel fall away up top. The two rising mounds of her titties were revealed almost to her nipples. Also her white thighs were revealed.
She saw him look away guiltily.
"Well," she said. "Do I pass inspection?"
"Inspection?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. She crossed her legs and the towel slid up even higher. Another half inch and he would see her golden pubic hairs.
He cleared his throat loudly.
"You're all right," he said. "I'm sure you are. You can leave today. I'll just tell the nurse."
"Don't you want to look anymore?" she teased.
"I don't understand," he said.
"Sure you do," she said. "You're a man. I can tell you want to look some more. Maybe you'd like to look at my breasts. Examine them, I mean."
"I don't think that'll be necessary," he said.
Cynthia almost laughed out loud. There were beads of sweat on the poor man's head and under his lip. He was trying to look anyplace but at her.
She slowly let the towel fall, revealing all of her beautiful tits.
"Good God," he said softly.
"Why don't you examine them?" she asked.
"I should get a nurse," he said. "A nurse should be in the room."
"That's all right," she said. "I trust you. Come on over here."
Cynthia was fast realizing that her teasing had gotten out of hand. At first she had been playing a game with him, but now she was getting turned on to the man.
His innocence and his shyness was like a little boy's and it was exciting her.
"I don't think I should," he said.
"Ahhhh," she pouted. "My husband did ask you to look in on me."
"Yes," he said. "He did."
The doctor was walking toward her and stopping before her. His hands were trembling as he touched her titties. This wasn't any examining technique that Cynthia had ever heard of.
He caressed her soft flesh and rubbed her nipples until she felt them beginning to respond.
"Why, doctor," she said. "You're trying to turn me on."
"I'm not," he said. "I'm really not." She dropped the towel.
He couldn't believe it. His eyes ogled her hot flesh like he was a starving man and she was food. He ran his eyes down to the heavy blonde hairs between her white thighs.
"Good God," he said.
She took one of his trembling hands and pressed it once again on her firm mound.
"You like that," she said. "I know you do."
It was quite a thrill for her to be on the seducing end for a change. She could feel the power go through her as she watched the skinny man's defenses crumple with sight of her naked body.
"Please," he said. "You shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't and I shouldn't."
"Like what?" she asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "You mean naked?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"But you're a doctor," she teased. "An honorable man of the medical profession. The sight of a naked body shouldn't bother you."
"It does," he whispered. "You can't know how much it does. My wife doesn't like it. With her it's once a month. Right now I don't feel like a doctor or like an honorable soul."
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked.
He was a little shocked by her use of the word. She saw his face go a pale white.
But nothing could have made him leave that room.
"Yes," he said painfully. "I want you."
Cynthia giggled. He didn't know he could have had her as easily as pushing her down on the bed.
He thought she was laughing at him and he turned away. He picked up his clipboard and headed for the door.
Cynthia leaned back on her elbows.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
He turned around.
"I don't like to be laughed at," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really am. Why don't you lock that door?"
He stared at her in amazement for a moment and then he turned and locked the door.
Cynthia was thinking that the door was certainly getting a lot of use since she'd been put into the hospital.
Now the skinny doctor didn't know what to do. He stood there with a stupid expression on his face.
Cynthia realized he was going to be different from any other man she'd ever fucked. He was too shy to take the initiative, but yet he'd been saving a really good ,fuck for the first girl who came along that was willing.
And Cynthia was willing.
She opened her thighs to him so that he could see the pink lips of her pussy. He swallowed hard. "Come here," she said.
She wanted to see how much power she held over this man. It was fun to be fucked good, like the cop had fucked her, but it was also fun to be the one in command.
He came to the bed wearing an expression like a puppy looking for its meal.
"Kiss me," Cynthia said.
He bent to kiss her mouth but she stopped him.
"Not there," she said. "Here."
She put her hand against her furry bush. He looked at her with a curious expression in his eyes. It was fear and puzzlement and willingness.
"I've never done that," he whispered.
"Then it's time you did," she said.
He was a weak man and he couldn't refuse the gentle tugging on his head. He went down to his knees and she positioned herself at the edge of the bed so that his face was pressed between her thighs.
"I don't know what you want," he said.
"You'll find out," she said. "Just use your tongue a little bit."
She pressed his face against her cunt and she felt his tongue wiggling through her pubic hair. He wasn't very good at his job but he kept his tongue there and he didn't try to pull away.
He kept making noises as he tongued her. She pressed him closer so that he could hardly breathe. Still, he didn't try to pull away.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "That feels nice. Come on the bed with me and do that."
She readjusted herself so that she was lying flat on the bed and he had to climb on the bed between her legs. His long, skinny legs dangled uncomfortably on the bed, but she didn't care. She had a feeling he was willing to go through a lot of pain to have her.
"Now eat me, baby," she said. "Eat me up good!"
She looked down to see his black hair once again disappear between her thighs. She felt his tongue probing between her thighs. It felt good. It wasn't enough to make her come but it was enough to make her feel sort of a dreamy tingle down there. She leaned back and closed her eyes and listened to the sweet music of his lapping tongue.
"Ummmmm," she moaned. "You sure are nice. You sure you haven't eaten pussy before?"
Her question didn't require an answer and he continued to suck at her. His tongue finally found her hard little clit and she gasped.
"Oh," she said. "Do that some more."
He had felt her tense when his tongue touched her there and he knew this was something that would actually make her have a climax. He wondered if his wife would climax if he tongued her there. He doubted it. She was the original iron panties. Probably she would never let him touch her there with his tongue. She was too finicky.
"Oh," she said. "You're making me hot, doctor. Your tongue is turning me on."
He kept pushing his tongue against that hard little bud as he felt her body begin to tremble. He tasted some of her juices and it hurried him. He started pushing his tongue in and out of her cunt very quickly.
He pushed his hands up her side and cupped those beautiful titties.
He started fondling the nipples with his thumbs and that excited her even more.
"Oh Jesus," she cried out. "Doctor, you're going to make me come that way. Oh Jesus!"
Cynthia was approaching the point of no return and she didn't want to come this way. She very gently pushed his face away from her mound.
"That's nice, doctor," she said. "That's very nice. But now you get up and get undressed and let's see what you have to offer."
Now he was getting red again.
"Now don't you be shy," she said. "I know a nice-looking man like you must have a nice-looking joystick."
He got up from the bed. He was hornier than he had ever been in his life but he was almost ashamed of taking off his clothes.
He remembered the look of disgust his wife gave him each time he got his prick hard. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his prick, but the looks his wife had given him had all but destroyed his confidence.
He stripped off his clothes and turned away so that she couldn't look directly at his hard prick.
"Now come on," she said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen pricks before."
He turned back around and he saw her eyes widen at the sight of his large prick.
Why, Cynthia thought, he does have a nice one. It wasn't as skinny as she had thought it would be.
"Ummmm," Cynthia said. "Now that's nothing to be ashamed of."
Cynthia motioned for him to come to the bed and he did. She laced her fingers around his trembling staff. She was trembling herself as she felt her hot juices flow between her legs.
Right now his cock looked like the most beautiful cock she had ever seen.
She bent her head and pushed her tongue out at him. She licked around the delicious looking crown until she had him gasping for pleasure.
She sucked his rigid prick all the way into her mouth until his balls rested at her chin.
"Oh God," he moaned. "Nobody's ever done that!"
She sucked on him until she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have that delicious joystick inside her pussy. She wanted to be fucked!
She pulled him down on the bed beside her but she stopped him when he tried to get on top of her.
"No," she said. "I want to be on top."
She crawled on top of him and positioned herself over his cock. She slowly came down on his stiff prick until she had captured the large head inside her cuntlips.
It was exactly how it had been the night before when she had fucked the young intern. There was a feeling of power going through her as she settled down on his cock. She bent over and mashed her titties against his chest.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Give it to me!"
His hips started bucking as his cock tore into her. He was no longer gentle, or shy.
The only thing he could think about was his cock being taken into her hot, tight cunt.
God, it was fine.
She had to roll off of him and get on her back as she felt her climax coming on. He rolled over between her legs and slammed his cock back into her again.
His breath was coming short gasps as he fucked her. His cock went in and out in rapid, savage strokes and she loved every stiff inch of him.
"God," she moaned. "That's the way to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Harder!"
Her pussy tingled and she knew her climax was coming on. Her whole body rocked with the delicious shivers that swept up her body. She felt as if she was catching on fire.
"Dear Jesus," she moaned. "Dear Jesus, I'm coming. Oh fuck, it feels good. Oh fuck, it feels good!"
He had never felt a woman go so crazy under his cock and it took him to the heights of excitement. He felt his balls ache as he spurted inside her with more jism than he thought he had.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he cried as his cock kept spurting into her.
She kept moving her hips until every drop of his cum was drained into her.
He lay there for a long while just feeling her big titties mashed against his chest.
"Ummmm," she said. "This is nice but I think it's time for me to go home."
He pulled his cock out of her cunt with reluctance.
"You're pretty good," she said. "I might see you again."
The thought made him feel good as he got up to get dressed. She might see him again. Well, he was already looking forward to that.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh my God," a woman's voice sighed. "You really know how to fuck a girl blind!"
Cynthia stopped short of her bedroom.
The next voice she heard was her husband's.
"You're pretty good yourself, Joyce."
"Pretty good," Joyce said. "I think I'm great."
A soft smile came to Cynthia's face. So this was how her devoted husband had been spending his time since Cynthia had been in the hospital.
She was glad now that she had accepted a ride with the skinny doctor and had not called her husband to come for her. She put a hand on the doorknob and pushed open the door.
Joyce and John were both lying on their backs in the middle of her bed. They were both naked and it was obvious what they had been doing.
"Well," Cynthia said. "This looks very cozy."
John jumped up quickly, his face turning red.
"Cynthia," he said. "I didn't know you were coming home today."
"That's obvious," Cynthia said.
"Don't be ugly, Cindy," Joyce said. "I was just providing a little amusement for your hubby."
Joyce had a smug little smile on her face and Cynthia knew Joyce was remembering what had happened between them. Cynthia remembered how angry and frustrated she had been when Joyce had left.
She had been used and she'd gotten nothing in return. Now Cynthia was going to pay her back.
"John," Cynthia said. "How about getting us some soft drinks from the kitchen?"
"Sure, honey," he said.
John reached for his clothes.
"Don't bother getting dressed," Cynthia said.
He looked puzzled, but he wasn't going to argue. Quickly he got out of the room without looking back. He was a little nervous and he didn't like the look in Cynthia's eyes. There was something there he'd never seen before. A look of confidence, and of something else.
Like a wild animal stalking the hunter.
Cynthia waited until her husband was out of the room before she turned to Joyce.
Joyce was still wearing that smug smile, but Cynthia knew a way to wipe it off.
Cynthia crossed the room quickly and grasped Joyce by the hair. She slapped Joyce hard across the face.
"God," Joyce said. "What are you doing?"
Cynthia felt the power go through her. This time she was the stronger of the two and she loved the feeling. She slapped Joyce again.
"Stop it." Joyce said.
Joyce was scared now. This wasn't the same Cynthia that she'd seduced and humiliated. Somehow Cynthia had gotten a new strength that was frightening.
"What's the matter?" Cynthia said. "Scared?"
"No I'm not scared," Joyce said. "I'll tear your eyes out if you touch me again."
Cynthia laughed as she pounced upon the tall, slender woman.
Joyce was older and more experienced, but she'd never been in a fight with a clawing, biting wildcat. Joyce put up a token resistance and then tried to run. Joyce only got two steps before Cynthia caught her and pushed her back on the bed.
Joyce was crying now.
"Stop," Joyce moaned. "Please stop. Don't hurt me anymore."
Cynthia was breathing hard as she eyed the slender woman. She wasn't finished with her yet.
She felt very strong as she looked down at her.
"What's going on?" John asked.
He was holding two cokes but he looked puzzled and he didn't know what to do. He could tell there had been a fight but he didn't know how to handle it.
"John," Cynthia said sweetly. "Do we have any farmhands still here?"
"Yes," John said. "I hired another today."
"What's he like?" Cynthia asked.
"He's just a farm boy," John said. "Kind of slow and stupid but big enough to do the work of two men."
"Perfect," Cynthia said. "Go and get him."
"Get him?" John asked.
"Yes," Cynthia said. "Bring him here."
"All right," John said.
John put the cokes down and left them.
"What are you going to do?" Joyce asked.
"I think you're a cunt," Cynthia said sweetly. "I'm going to give you a chance to prove it."
Joyce didn't answer. She was afraid. She was very afraid when the hulking farm hand came in. He was a very big, beefy man and he looked at her with obvious lust.
"Don't try to cover it up," Cynthia said. "You're a cunt. Show him to him."
"God," John said.
He was standing in the doorway behind Ins farmhand and he couldn't believe it was happening. The truth was he had often thought Joyce a little bit of a bitch. He was secretly glad that Cynthia was going to put Joyce's tail through the wringer.
Still, it was hard to believe of his sweet, innocent wife. Cynthia had started growing up. He stepped close to his wife and reached one hand up to cup her titties.
She smiled at him.
"What's your name?" Cynthia asked the farmhand.
"William Coble," he said.
"She's yours, William," Cynthia said, pointing at Joyce. "Do what you want with her."
"Oh God," Joyce said.
What happened next was the most exciting scene that Cynthia had ever seen.
Giving William Coble his head was like waving a red flag at a bull. In fact, he was somewhat like a bull. At least he was built like one. And he was hung like one.
Joyce became a whimpering, frightened creature trying to draw up into a corner as she saw William strip down.
"Oh my God," she said. "Please don't let him. Don't let him."
He stripped off his shorts and his gigantic prick hung down. It was the largest prick Cynthia had ever seen and it was obviously the largest that Joyce had ever seen. Cynthia was glad she wasn't getting it. A woman fucked by that awesome machine wouldn't be any good for a while.
"Oh Jesus," Joyce said.
He stomped to the bed and grabbed her by her hair. She didn't try to fight. She whimpered like a child as he dragged her face to his cock. She licked at him, but that wasn't enough for him.
He held her head and made her open her mouth. Then he started cramming his cock into her mouth.
"Good God," John said. "He'll kill her."
"That never hurt a woman," Cynthia said.
Farther and farther his gigantic prick disappeared into Joyce's mouth. Joyce was choking and gagging and making little whispering sounds.
Cynthia felt John's hand go underneath her blouse and started to fondle her naked titties. She knew that John was getting turned on, too.
He only had half his prick in Joyce's mouth as William began to give her savage strokes. He mouth-fucked her as he would have fucked her cunt. Joyce cried out in small gasps as he continued to drive his cock into her mouth.
Cynthia was getting a great deal of satisfaction out of watching Joyce get so abused.
"Now fuck her," Cynthia said. "I want to see her get fucked good!"
"Have mercy," Joyce moaned, as William withdrew his cock from her mouth.
He bent over her and brutally pulled her legs up.
"Over your head," he said.
Joyce resisted, but there was very little she could do to help herself as he tugged her legs up. He held them over her head as he positioned himself on the bed.
Her pink cunt was seen easily as he pressed his large cock-head against her furry black mound.
"No, please," she begged. "Please don't."
There was no use begging, for they couldn't have stopped William if they'd wanted too. He slowly forced his huge cock into her pussy. She screamed and begged and gasped as his cock finally went into her.
He must have been stretching her cunt out of shape as he started to fuck her.
Now there was a misty look in Joyce's eyes as she was impaled on his throbbing cock. Joyce had never been so filled up by cock. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. Never had she been so completely fucked.
Cynthia had seen enough and her hot thighs tingled. She wanted a cock. John's cock.
"Let's go," she told John.
It was easy to see by the way William was grunting that he was going to climax soon. Cynthia knew that Joyce wouldn't be good for anything for quite a while.
"Where are we going?" John asked.
"To the hayloft," she answered.
* * *
It was quiet in the hayloft. She started undressing as soon as she got there and so did John.
"You're beautiful," he said, as she finished stripping off her clothes. "So are you," she said.
He smiled and took her in his arms. His lips were gentle as they pressed down on hers, but she didn't want gentleness. She was in the mood to be fucked hard.
She reached down and fondled his cock.
"Aren't you going to give me this?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "But first suck me for a while. I'm so turned on I wouldn't be able to last very long."
She was willing.
She sank down to her knees and took her husband's cock in her mouth. He gasped as he felt her gentle hot lips close over his rod. She drew him deep in her mouth and began to use her tongue and lips on him.
"Jesus," he said. "Oh Jesus!"
She closed her eyes and remembered how Joyce had looked with that monstrous prick stuffed in her mouth. She was not sorry for Joyce. Joyce had a cruel streak and Joyce had it coming.
And it was very exciting to think about her pale face, framed by that very dark hair, working on that monstrous prick. She could almost hear the noise of Joyce's sucking mouth.
"Oh shit, Cynthia," John moaned. "Suck me, baby. Suck me!"
Cynthia bent her head to the task of sucking him good, letting her tongue and lips caress his sensitive member. He gasped loudly as she worked on him.
Cynthia realized she had changed, but she didn't exactly know how.
She knew that a month before she wouldn't have had the courage to do what she had done to Joyce. She wouldn't have had the courage to admit her own needs, to admit that she needed to be fucked.
A month ago she wasn't the same woman.
John seemed to be enjoying the change.
"God," Cynthia said. "I want you to fuck me good. I need to be fucked!"
He pushed her away and she lay back and spread her thighs. He was so damned hot that he was afraid he was going to erupt before he got his cock into her.
He stretched out on top of her and grasped his prick between his fingers. He rubbed the cock-head up and down in her hot slit.
"Ooooooh John," she moaned. "Oh that feels good. I need a cock. I need your cock!"
He gave a shove and his huge cock-head popped inside. He lay still a moment and then he started to move his hips. Inch by delicious inch his cock began to enter her cunt. She started bucking against him until her cunt had sucked up his cock all the way to his balls.
They both lay still for a few moments.
"Oooooooh John," she said. "That feels so nice. So wonderful inside me. I wish we could do this all the time."
"Maybe we can," he said. "From now on we'll do it all the time."
She laughed and bit his neck as they started to move together.
She felt so hot and weak between her legs. She knew she couldn't be satisfied with just his cock, but she also knew he would understand her going other places for her fucking.
Just as she would understand when he needed a little strange stuff.
"Oh God, John," she said. "Now start fucking me. Start giving it to me hard."
His hands squeezed her titties as he started slamming his cock into her. It was fantastic. She could feel her cunt juices covering his cock and making his entry easier. She could hear the loud slap of his balls against her full asscheeks.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She tried to control her cunt muscles so that he would get more enjoyment from it.
"Jesus fuck," he moaned. "Ahhh, that feels good. Toooo fucking good!"
"Do me," she said. "Do me harder."
The rhythmic thrusts of his cock started to get faster, as if he was trying to drive it right out her mouth. She loved it. She remembered how it felt having Tommy's and Billy's cocks in her at once and she knew she was going to try that again.
"Oh God, John," she moaned. "Mmmmm, I love the way you fuck me. I love having your big prick between my legs. I don't think I can stand it any longer. I'm going to come. I can't help it! I'm comingggggg!"
"Come ahead, baby," he told her.
His cock was ripping into her savagely and now she could feel the hot eruption of his seed going into her.
"Oh John," she moaned. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Every drop!"
They collapsed together as the last of his seed mingled with her hot juices. Cynthia closed her eyes as the last delicious shivers went through her body.
"Oh John," she said. "That was so nice."
They got up and dressed and walked back to the house. They heard Joyce moaning even before they got through the door.
"He can't still be at it," Cynthia said.
But he was at it. He had Joyce bent over the bed and he was driving that huge cock into her ass. Joyce was moaning, but it wasn't in pain. She was loving every minute of it.
They stood and watched until Joyce gasped in orgasm and William emptied his seed into her ass. He pulled out and Cynthia felt a little shiver as she stared at his big cock.
She knew it wasn't going to be long before she had his cock. She would have to rest a while before and a while afterward but she knew she was going to have it.
And every other man's cock that she wanted!
Cynthia reached between her husband's legs and fondled his prick. And she wasn't going to feel guilty. Not even a little. All her nagging doubts were gone. She knew she was a girl who was made to fuck.
From now on she would enjoy the hell out of being a country wife!
