The first wedding anniversary. Joy or disaster? The joy of realizing two people have lived an entire year together, sharing, loving, helping one another. Or the other side of the coin, the added-up balance of a year's growing frustrations.
In the story you are about to read, a young married couple is about to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. They both look forward to it, but all is not well. They love one another, but under the surface of apparent married bliss lurks a familiar demon-sexual tension.
After a year of being together, nights as well as days, our hero and heroine are discovering an unfortunate lack of compatibility in bed. Not in the frequency with which each likes to make love. There is a great divergence in their attitudes toward sex. The husband is aggressive, a little rough, demanding. The wife, more shy, a little timid, but at the very bottom, eager to learn.
Enter the saviors, a loud, hearty Rabelaisian man, our hero's boss, and his beautiful, seductive wife. Together, the two couples cook up a brew of sexual delights the reader will long remember.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Frigid. Was she really? Sue Benton examined herself critically in the mirror, as if the answer to that difficult question lay in the shape of her body.
Her body certainly was shaped well enough. Sue could admit it to herself without excess pride. All her life, ever since she'd started growing tits, she'd been told she had a nice body. Even a terrific body. A beautiful face, too. Which was undoubtedly why she'd been chosen homecoming queen her senior year in high school.
"You've sure got big tits, Benton," she giggled, cupping her hands under the full, outward-swelling mounds. She was naked, just having finished her bath. Her skin glowed pink and clean. Some of the long blonde hair trailing down over her bare shoulders was wet, clinging to her skin. Her matching pussy hair curled in damp splendor where her thighs met her lower belly, a perfect, golden triangle.
Sue knew she was what some men called "lush". She hoped she could keep it under control as she got older. Now, at twenty-one, keeping in shape was no problem. Ted said all she'd have to do for the next several years was fuck all night and half the day. Plenty of exercise.
She frowned. She'd just reminded herself of her earlier question, whether or not she was frigid. Damn, she did fuck all night and half the day. It was usually Ted who wore out first. She knew there'd be no way to count the numberless times they'd fucked in the little less than a year they'd been married.
Sue's mouth set stubbornly. It was those other things that had made her husband call her frigid. Those other things she didn't, she wouldn't do. Those disgusting acts he kept trying to force on her when they made love.
Particularly lately. Ted had been acting as if he had something to prove, as if he was engaged in a contest with Sue he had to win. Sue was stubborn. She'd be damned if she'd give in, not without good reason, anyhow.
Besides, the things Ted kept asking, no, demanding her to do genuinely upset and disgusted her. She had had a very conventional upbringing. She had been taught all her life to do what was right. And her parents had left her no doubt they had the inside information on what was right.
Her mother had taught her to always be proper, to act like a lady. Sue's parents were so kind and warm and loving that it never occurred to her to doubt anything they said. Her mother was particularly old-fashioned. For thirty years, ever since she'd married Sue's father as a virgin, she'd fucked dutifully three times a week, always in the missionary position.
When Sue was about to marry Ted, herself a virgin, that rarest of creatures in the twentieth century, her mother gave her a little talk on the duties of a wife. Sex was a holy act. No matter how private a couple might think they were, God was always watching. That made Sue a little nervous, the idea of someone peeking. She looked at her mother strangely, wondering for an instant if the older woman had a secret urge toward exhibitionism.
Nevertheless, she listened gravely as she was told to give herself freely and joyfully to her husband. But to never do anything that would cheapen her in his eyes. To always act with dignity and restraint, even in the middle of the sex act, or fucking, as Ted had later taught her to say.
Their marriage night, Ted had been all the somewhat frightened young virgin could ask for. He'd been tender and loving and gentle. She never suspected he was almost as nervous as she was. The great quantities of champagne they'd drunk helped, greasing the way, so to speak.
They'd done a lot of petting before they were married, so Sue knew what to expect when Ted slipped his finger up into her pussy slit. She quivered happily as he fingered her clit. She felt herself growing hot and wet, something she was always a little embarrassed about. She could smell the musky heat of her own arousal. She had no doubt all that smelly goo down between her legs must be as upsetting to others as it was to her.
"Oooohhhh," Sue whimpered as Ted worked his groping finger up into her tight, virgin pussy hole. This was the part she loved best. It had always been the pay-off in their previous panting encounters, usually in the front seat of Ted's car.
But this night Sue knew that the main act was finally going to take place. More than once, as Ted had fucked his finger in and out of her quivering little pussy, she'd wondered what it would feel like to have something a lot thicker and a lot longer up inside her pussy hole. Like a cock, for example. Sue had done enough reading to know about cocks, about how people fucked. But she had yet to see or touch her first cock.
During the four months she had gone out with Ted, she'd never dared touch his cock. She'd more than once been aware of the hard bulge inside his pants as he fondled her twat. Especially when it pressed against her thigh when he was next to her, or against her belly when he had his arms around her from the front.
But so far, it was a mysterious stranger. Well, tonight was its coming-out party. The big pay-off.
She had crawled into bed first, while Ted was still in the bathroom. She shivered deliciously as she felt her skin naked against the smooth sheets. This was the first time she'd ever gone to bed naked. Her mother had always told her that it was a sin, that it led people to do naughty things.
She could understand that. It certainly was sensuous. Sue was so overwhelmed when she heard the bathroom door open that she buried her head in the pillow as Ted came out of the bathroom, naked. She still hadn't seen his cock.
She felt it against her leg while he finger-fucked her cunt. This time there was no clothing between her own naked skin and the reality of her new husband's throbbingly hard prick. It felt so hot as it pressed demandingly against her thigh.
Sue began to whimper as Ted finger-fucked her. She began realizing that she wanted that hard, hot, rubbery cock next to her in the bed up inside her cunt. Suddenly Ted's finger wasn't enough. Instead of urging her husband on, she forced herself to lie still, trusting he would eventually do the right thing.
He did the wrong thing. Growing hotter and hotter, blown out of his mind by the sight of his gorgeous bride lying next to him in the bed, the first time he'd ever seen her totally naked, Ted lost his cool. He grabbed her hand and tried wrapping it around his achingly hard cock.
For one seemingly endless moment Sue let it stay there, her fingers loosely wrapped around the throbbing rod. She almost gave in. She almost started pumping furiously on those seemingly endless inches of hard, hot cock.
She remembered God was watching. Quickly she jerked her hand away, her whole body flinching. Ted took the hint. He didn't try it again, not then. He climbed into position between his bride's dutifully spread thighs, ready to start fucking.
The room was dimly but adequately lit for Sue to fully make out her husband's naked figure as he crouched above her. She stared down at his swollen prick. "It's . . . It's awfully big, isn't it?" she said, nervously licking her lips. As much as she wanted her and Ted to be truly married, and she knew that meant that his prick had to go inside her cunt, she began to wonder how it would fit.
"Don't worry, baby," Ted murmured, his voice thick with desire. He could hardly hold himself back as he stared at the tip of his cock, already brushing against the soft tendrils of his wife's blonde pussy hair. He spit on his fingers and moistened the tip of his prick. Only then did he start working it up into Sue's virgin cunt.
His saliva mixed with her pussy juice made one of the best and most pleasant lubricants in the world. Ted watched the broad tip of his swollen cock push aside Sue's plump pussy lips. About an inch of cock-head disappeared up inside her twat. He saw the open pink gash of her slit.
Then his cock hit a seemingly impenetrable wall-Sue's hymen. He shoved harder. Suddenly Sue squirmed in pain under him. "Oh, Ted!" she cried out. "It hurts!"
"I know, baby, I know," Ted murmured reassuringly. He was sweating. So near and so fucking far to go yet! "Just ride with it. Push down with your feet, or something. I think that's supposed to help."
Being brought up in a Christian family, Sue had been taught that anything worth while had to hurt at least a little. So she gritted her teeth and endured, as Ted ground his cock slowly into her cunt, tearing through her hymen, destroying her maidenhead forever.
Now that she'd paid the price, Sue felt she had the right to enjoy. There was still some pain, but it receded into the distance, forced out of the way by the throbbing pleasure that now filled her cunt. She managed to keep a certain degree of self-control, as her mother had advised. But she whimpered and sighed, and her lovely young body quivered from head to foot with ecstasy.
When she came, the intensity of her orgasm amazed her so much she was unable to move. As the Fourth of July seemed to be happening all at once up inside her stunned cunt, all she could do was lie there and stare unseeingly at the ceiling.
Ted never knew she came and that was where the misunderstandings began. Sue had learned, during that first maiden fuck, to love sex. Ted thought that she was merely enduring it. His whole body ached to let itself loose in wild abandon. He longed to plunge himself, his whole being, incarnated in the turgid fullness of his cock, into his young wife's lovely body.
Ted was wildly in love with Sue. He wanted to possess her in every possible way. He wanted their bodies and minds to merge into an inseparable oneness of shared ecstasy. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her.
He held himself back for months, hoping she'd come around. He never knew, as she forced herself to lie quietly each time he fucked her, that her guts were exploding into orgasm after orgasm. He, naturally, began to suspect that something about himself, his technique, perhaps, or even his manhood was at fault. He started drinking before he came home. That was when the real trouble started.
Sue, who knew no more about her husband's real thoughts than he knew of hers, hoped Ted would come home sober tonight. Things had been so nice before he started drinking.
She remembered the first night he came home drunk. He'd been a different man that night, no not a man, an animal, saying all those dirty words, trying to force her to do things that turned her stomach. She'd shrunk away from him. Finally, she'd let him fuck her the regular way, but somehow, something seemed to have gone out of it for both of them. That was the first time Sue didn't have an orgasm. There were many more times to follow.
And there had been that ugly scene just two nights ago, when Ted had tried to make her do . . . that unnatural act. When she'd refused angrily, he'd started calling her names-frigid, stuck-up, a prude.
Was she really all those things? Sue wondered as she stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't think she was stuck-up or a prude. What kind of a prude liked to look at herself naked in the mirror. She'd learned to like being naked. Her mother had only told her God was looking when they were fucking.
Fucking. There, that was a case in point. She certainly wasn't a prude. Ted had taught her to say that blunt, straight-forward word. It's simplicity appealed to Sue's tidy soul. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she shouted, looking triumphantly into the mirror.
And as for frigid ....
Sue cupped her hands more tightly around her tits. She reached up with her thumbs and began rubbing her soft pink nipples. They reacted almost instantly, springing erect, darkening in color. There was an answering reaction between her legs. She felt her cunt growing hot and wet. Her body shivered. Oh, she wished things were like they used to be, before Ted started drinking. Then, he'd come home and fuck her all night. Like she wished could happen right now. "Mmmmmmmnnnn," Sue sighed, her belly rippling with desire as she continued playing with her nipples. Frigid? Not a chance! Just dignified. That's what she wanted! Respect and dignity!
Sue felt a trickle of hot cunt juice squeeze out past her pussy lips and run down onto her naked thighs. She hastily took her hands from her tits. She didn't want to smell like a whorehouse. She still had not come completely to terms with her cuntal secretions. Oh, she knew they played an important role in fucking. She could hardly imagine Ted's big cock squeaking its way into her cunt if she was dry. But how inelegant! To smell like a cat in heat all the time!
Sue went into the bathroom and cleaned off her cunt with a wash cloth. She didn't like touching her genitals. Tits, all right, but all that messy, wet, infolded flesh down between her legs ... uh-uh. She sometimes wished she had a nice neat sex organ like Ted's. No fuss, no muss, except, of course, when he came, and filled her belly with his slippery sperm. That was one thing she definitely didn't like about sex ... all the mess.
She got dressed quickly. A very special couple of days lay ahead. Tomorrow was their wedding anniversary, but they were celebrating it tonight.
That was another little sore point. They had to celebrate their anniversary tonight, because tomorrow was the annual company bash, a wild weekend at a lodge in the mountains.
She hadn't wanted to go, but Ted told her it was important to his future. He'd been purposely invited by his supervisor, Harry Brown.
Harry Brown was a man Sue did not like. He was not her type at all, loud and vulgar. Nor did she care much for his wife, Helen. Certainly a beautiful enough woman, but there was something, well ... loose and immoral-looking about her. She said things a well-brought-up woman just didn't say.
That was the big fly in the ointment. She and Ted were celebrating their anniversary in the company of Harry and Helen Brown. They were all going out to dinner together. She had been furious when she learned the plans had been made without consulting her. She almost refused to go.
"But, honey, he invited us!" Ted half-shouted. "Really, he's a nice guy! And look, if we insult him, it's sure as hell not going to do me any good at work!"
Ted looked thoughtful for a moment. "And besides, he's paying for the whole dinner. We'd never be able to afford to eat at the place he's taking us to otherwise."
In the end Sue relented. She really loved Ted. If he thought it was important to go out with the Browns, well, she could put up with it. Dinner wouldn't last forever. Too bad about that damned company bash the next day. She'd have preferred to stay home-it was a Saturday-and spend the whole day in bed. with Ted.
Speaking of which, she'd better get ready. Sue dressed as sexily as she could, low, tight-fitting hip-huggers and a low-cut blouse. She debated not wearing a bra, but remembered that Ted sometimes liked to watch her take it off. It turned him on more, he explained once.
Back to the mirror. "He'll never be able to resist," She giggled. She unbuttoned the lower buttons of the blouse and tied the loose ends in front of her, so that her belly was bare. Now her hip-huggers really looked sexy, riding low on her ample hips. She liked the way they drew attention to her full, incurving loins. With a little grimace, she realized she was getting hot and wet between her legs again. Well, there wasn't much she could do about that. At least she'd be good and ready if Ted really did fuck her before dinner.
Ted got home earlier than expected. Harry had told him to take off early. "So you can have some time alone with the little lady," he'd said jokingly. Harry told Ted they'd be over later, to pick him and Sue up for the anniversary dinner.
Delighted to have Ted home early, Sue threw herself into his arms. Event followed event very quickly. Almost before she knew what was happening, he'd hustled her into the bedroom.
"Oh, baby ... am I horny!" he moaned. "And are you ever something to look at!"
He was already pulling off his clothes. Sue found herself once again admiring her handsome young husband's muscular body and strong hairy chest. He quickly pulled down his pants and his shorts, all together in one quick motion. His long thick cock was already hard, jerking with excitement. He playfully grabbed it like a club and waved it lewdly toward Sue. She blushed. She wished he wouldn't do things like that.
She made herself look at his black, wavy hair and dark brown eyes. When he smiled, the deep cleft in his chin flattened a little, like it was doing now. He was looking at her hungrily. She stared back into his eyes, suddenly noticing that they looked kind of funny. Like ... like he'd been drinking! Oh, no!
Oh well... maybe it wouldn't make any difference on this very special evening. She looked down at his hard erect prick, then slowly started stripping off the tight hip-huggers. She took her time, moving slowly, knowing he liked to see her undress this way. She had learned a little in a year, she decided as she uncovered her white rounded hips. She lay down on the bed, grinding her ass into the mattress. This was really going to be nice. Her eyes were still on Ted's cock, jerking in his hand as he watched her. In a way it kind of looked exciting when he did that.
Lying back full length, Sue kicked off her panties. She arched her back and spread her long legs, pushing up the triangular mound of her cunt. She realized she was feeling particularly lewd and daring tonight.
Ted could see the tight coral lips of his wife's pussy between her thighs. His cock throbbed with new urgency. The sweetly suggestive motions Sue was making amazed him. Maybe tonight she was really going to turn on! "God, she's so beautiful.. . and I'm going to be fucking her in another minute. Right there .. . between those soft thighs!"
Still moving her hips a little, feeling very naughty, Sue started unbuttoning her blouse. Smiling, she pulled it open, baring her smooth naked belly and the taut fullness of her lacy white brassiere. Then she arched her back, reaching around behind her to unhook her bra. The pressure against her nipples eased. She sat up, shaking her creamy shoulders until both blouse and brassiere fell away from her body, leaving her totally naked.
Placing her hands behind her on the bed, Sue boldly thrust her naked tits forward, like ripe fruit, the pink nipples standing out starkly.
"God, what a woman!" Ted growled. He feasted his eyes on his wife's naked body, her slightly spread legs opening in a vee exposing the moist flesh of her cuntal lips. Her clear-skinned breasts heaved gently up and down in time to her breathing.
Ted moved close, sighting over his swollen cock toward the high white mound of Sue's tits. She was licking her lips in expectation. It felt to Ted as if his balls were going to burst all by themselves, spewing white-hot cum all over Sue's soft quivering belly.
"Oh, Jeez," he moaned, suddenly falling on the naked girl, his hot, hungry mouth fastening on her diamond-hard right nipple.
Sue felt Ted's sharp teeth scraping softly at her erect nipple. His tongue lashed hot circles around the sensitive little bud. Familiar fires began licking at her loins. She was ready ... so ready!
The masculine hardness of his penis pressed firmly against her resilient thigh. Groaning, Ted rubbed its pulsing length over the soft pale skin. She reacted with unusual ardor, thrusting her pubic mound rhythmically against Ted's lean muscular stomach. He sucked her nipple harder. His hand crept down over her belly toward her aching, waiting loins. She felt his middle finger work its way into the swollen fleshy folds of her cuntal lips, searching for the pink bud of her clit.
His fingertip located the tender tip of the little organ and began massaging it gently. At the same time, he moved his hotly sucking mouth to her other nipple, leaving her deserted right nipple wet with saliva, cooling in the air.
Ted slowly edged his right hand under Sue's quivering body, shoving it down until he could cup one taut, globe-like asscheek. His long fingers began kneading the ripe flesh, too hard, almost painfully. She tried to flinch away, but was helplessly pinned under the weight of his body. His other hand, probing into her cunt, helped press her back toward the cruel fingers digging into her ass.
Now Ted's middle finger stabbed suddenly into her tight cuntal opening. She was trapped completely between his relentlessly working hands. "Ooooohhhh... Ted! You're hurting me!" she yelped. But he didn't stop. "What the hell does he think he has to do? Rape me?" Sue wondered. She relaxed for a moment as his impaling finger slid part way out of her aching cunt, but he suddenly rammed it back in again, deeper. He was gnawing like a rodent at her tit, hurting her swollen nipple.
Ted groaned loudly. He seemed out of control, scraping his sperm-laden balls steadily against her thigh, leaving a sticky trail of cum behind. The tip of his cock was already leaking cum. His stiff pubic hair began to chafe the tender skin of her thigh.
"Oh, God... it's happening again!" She thought unhappily. Why the hell did he have to come home drunk this night of all nights?
Ted shuddered, overcome by an overwhelming desire to fuck the hell out of his lovely young wife, to fuck her hard, brutally. Her initial reaction, her tentative lewd movements, so out of character had inflamed him. He thought at last he was going to get the wild fucking he so ached for. Damn! He wanted to fuck so hard up into the soft folds of Sue's inner cunt that she'd feel it for a week!"
But first, he thought, I'm going to lick her sweet little pussy.
Ted slid down on the bed until his head was bent close to Sue's wet-lipped cunt. His eyes bored greedily into the inviting pink gash. Jesus, but she smelled good! He lowered his mouth toward the juicy waiting slit, his tongue already extended, eager to taste the sweet-scented fluids flowing out, darkening the silky blonde pubic hair.
But Sue had other ideas. She frantically grabbed a handful of Ted's hair and tried to hold him back. She was panic-stricken at the idea of his touching her gushing, juicy, odorous cunt.
"No, Ted ... for God's sake, no!" she protested, trying to hold her husband's hot, avid mouth away from her quivering pussy. "I.. . you know I don't want you to do that! I. .. want you inside me, the normal way!"
Oh, God, wouldn't he ever learn? She'd told him before, this kind of thing made her sick. It was .. . dirty! How could any normal person want to do such a depraved thing? Yet, here was her own husband whom she loved, and wanted to trust, trying to shove his mouth against her seeping cunt. Why did he keep trying to degrade her like this?
At last Ted stopped fighting. Sue's thighs were closing against the sides of his head, forcing him away from the cunt he so longed to tongue. What could be more intimate, more thrilling to a couple than what he wanted to do to Sue? And what he wanted her to do to him, but forget that, there was no way.
Something snapped inside Ted. He'd thought for a while he was going to make it, that Sue was going to really cut loose sexually with him. He felt tricked, betrayed. A look of cold anger twisted his handsome face. Sue interpreted it as a desire for cruelty. She shrank back, which only angered her frustrated husband more.
"Okay, baby," he rasped. "Is this what you want?" He grasped the swollen thickness of his cock in his right hand, the clear seminal fluids dripping from the slitted opening in the tip in glistening strings. He squeezed more tightly, forcing even more of the sticky liquid out so that it dropped down onto Sue's naked, flinching belly.
"Well, you precious little thing, I'm going to give it to you good!" Ted snarled. "I'm going to ram my cock so far up into that holy little cunt of yours that it's going to feel like I'm fucking all the way up into your mouth. You're gonna get it, baby .... You're gonna get it the way I've always wanted to give it to you!"
CHAPTER TWO
Sue was stunned. As much trouble as they'd been having together, Ted had never before talked to her like this. Insinuations, sullen anger, yes. But this rage, this violence! Where had it come from?
"Please, honey ... don't talk like that!" Sue pleaded. "Let's just love each other ... the way we always do."
"The way you always do?" Ted shot back. "We never think of me, do we? Why don't you let go for a change? Just grab my cock and shove it in your mouth and suck it! But no! It's got to be all nice and proper, doesn't it? Well, baby . .. I'm going to give you a 'nice and proper' fuck you'll never forget!"
Ted let his full weight drop heavily onto Sue's quailing young body, obviously not caring whether he hurt her or not.
"Ooommpphh!" Sue gasped, the wind knocked out of her. Ted's anger was beginning to make her afraid. He was so strong! And with that big prick of his pumping into her, if he really tried to hurt her....
"Ooooohhhhhh," Sue whimpered, frightened, as she felt the broad head of his lust-hardened cock nosing against the fear-constricted opening to her quivering cunt.
"Shut up and take it, bitch! It's what you wanted, it's what you're gonna get!"
"Not this way ... Please darling, I. . . Aaaaa-ggggghhhh! Don't! Oh, God, you're tearing me apart down there!" She cried as Ted lunged forward mercilessly. Heedless of her cries of pain, he drove his stone-hard cock past the tightness of her fleshy pussy lips, brutally separating the warm clasping folds of her cunt.
"He's crazy!" Sue thought in panic. "My God, like a rapist with a total stranger!" There was no sign of a young husband making love to his own wife. Not in Sue's mind or in Ted's. His handsome face twisted into lascivious delight as he saw Sue's lovely features contorted by pain. Months of pent-up frustration burst loose inside the young man. He liked the feel of his foreskin being stretched almost painfully as he tried to force his cock into the narrow, fear-constricted dryness of Sue's cunt. By God, he'd teach her he had feelings too!
With a twisted grin on his face, Ted slowly pulled back his hips. His huge tool withdrew almost all of the way from Sue's cunt, until only the bloated head still remained inside the wide-stretched opening to his wife's tender pussy. Ted drew a long breath, his eyes still smoldering in anger. Then he thrust his loins forward with all his strength.
His thick, granite-hard shaft rocketed all the way up into Sue's hot quaking cunt, tunneling deeper and deeper until his cum-laden balls slapped up into the soft firmness of Sue's quivering buttocks. His dark wiry pubic hair tangled with her soft golden fleece. Deep inside her cunt, the fist-shaped head of his cock pulsed against the rubbery resistance of her cervix.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUGGGGG-HHHHHH! You're killing me! Don't move it again! It's too big!"
Sue's inner cunt flesh felt like it had been ripped to shreds. She could feel every inch of his hard, corded cock up inside her plundered cunt. It pulsed, throbbing steadily against the ravaged inner walls of her pussy. The rhythmic movements actually hurt her, she felt so tender. If only he had taken the time to let her get ready for his cock, as he usually did, Sue thought as she lay, half-smothered, under Ted's heavy body. His hot moist breathing whistled past her ear.
Hot tears came to the young wife's eyes. She turned her face away, ashamed for both of them. Why had her husband turned into such a primitive brute? "Uungh!" she grunted as Ted jerked his cock another half inch up into her bruised cunt.
"How could he humiliate her like this?" she asked herself. To be forcibly raped by your own husband, in such an unfeeling way was as humiliating and degrading as being used by a total stranger. Sue began to sob openly as she remembered that tonight was the eve of their anniversary. Why was this happening?
Ted didn't seem to care. He lay still for a moment on top of his wife's trapped, sob-wracked body. Then he drew his cock out about an inch, so that most of it was still trapped deep inside her hot, clasping pussy. Tightening the muscles of his ass, he speared back inside with a jolting thrust, farther than before.
"Aaaauuuuugggghhhh!" She grunted, trying to back away from his painfully driving prick. Her ass ground frantically down into the mattress.
"I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," Ted growled. He glared down into his wife's tormented face, once again flexing his cock up inside her aching, throbbing pussy.
"Aaauuunnnggghhh," she moaned, the sound deep in her throat. The cords stood out in her neck, as her body strained under the pressure.
"What's the matter, you don't like it?" Ted asked sarcastically, grinning down at Sue's pain-twisted face. She was still groaning and flinching and didn't answer.
"Don't you like it, I said?" Ted repeated, more loudly, flexing his steel-hare cock deep inside her.
"Oh! Oooohhhh, yes .. . yes!" she cried out in agony, afraid to anger him more. She couldn't take any more pain.
"Beg me then, bitch," Ted hissed with cold contempt.
"Huh? What do you mean?" the anguished young wife managed to stammer.
"I said to beg me for it!" Ted shouted. "Beg me to fuck you!"
"Ooohhhhh, no! I can't I just can't!" Sue, whimpered, praying that Ted would relent, recover his sanity.
"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" Ted roared as he jerked his huge throbbing cock roughly up toward the end of her searing cunt.
"Oooohhh, my God, don't, don't ... I can't!" She wailed. She was fighting with what little strength was left her to save something of her self-respect. Didn't he understand? There were things she just couldn't do! Why hadn't he been satisfied with the way things were? Why did he want to force her into his depraved way of making love?
Sue knew if she broke now, it would be almost impossible for her to resist his ever growing demands later. She had to protect her future, their future. And even deeper than that, she hated to give the brute the satisfaction of hearing her beg. She set her jaw stubbornly. Goddamn it! She wouldn't give in!
"Do it, bitch, do it!" Ted snarled. His eyes were frightening. Once again he humped his weight down against her body. Sue was slammed toward the head of the bed. His cock tore deeper into her pain-wracked cunt.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned in pain. She wondered how much more she could take.
Finally, it wasn't the pain that made her give in. It was the horror of being treated like this by the man she loved. "All right!" she cried out. "Do it to me! Go ahead, do it to me!" Anything to get this humiliation over with. New tears squeezed from her eyes as she realized her degrading position. He was treating her like a common whore! How would they ever face one another again?
"Uh-uh. Not like that. Say you want me to fuck you. Use that word," Ted ordered her.
What did she have to lose now, she wondered. She felt used, cheap. "Okay. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" she ground out, the words choking in her throat. Why did she have to ask? Oh, shit! Stop thinking, she warned herself. Or if I have to think, don't think about anything but Ted's big cock ... there, up inside my cunt.
Ted sensed Sue's resistance desert her. He suddenly clamped his wet lips down over her quivering mouth as he began to slowly saw his cock in and out between her straining thighs. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
Oh, Jesus, he could feel the unbelievably tight, hot passage of her cunt stretch a little more with each smooth stroke. Below him, Sue sobbed and moaned up into his mouth.
Shit, piss, fuck! He wanted to turn his usually controlled sweet young wife into a squealing mass of writhing flesh! Jesus, he wanted her to react!
Damn! He felt the first warm wet evidence that her pussy juices were starting to flow. His cock was sliding in a little easier now. God, he'd been right! All the time she'd been so damned prissy, he thought he'd detected in her the latent possibility for hot, passionate screwing. Now was the time! He was going to fuck her senseless until he turned her on for good! Then, she'd be his, really his, ready to turn on any time he wanted her.
There was some logic to his thinking. Now that Sue had mentally given up, her body was beginning to automatically react to his relentlessly probing cock. There was no more reason to hold back. Sue felt unfamiliarly powerful flames of lust begin to lick at her cunt. Always before, she'd shut herself off at a certain point. But now that she'd given up pride and honor, there was nothing left to fight back with.
Soon her whole body was twitching and writhing under Ted's. Her groans became groans of passion. Without warning, she thrust her tongue up into Ted's hot mouth. Her blue eyes opened wide, hot, passionate. Her nostrils flared in animal heat. Tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead, dampening the strands of her now disheveled blonde hair.
Ted slipped his powerful hands down under the soft swaying globes of his wife's jouncing ass, grasping them harshly one in each hand. He felt them flex and relax, flex and relax as he pressed his fingers into the resilient flesh. Brutally he jerked her loins harder up against his. He felt Sue's thighs open a little wider. Her increasingly wet cunt blossomed, finally accepting his pistoning cock, deeper, deeper, deeper. Ted's frenzy grew.
The pain was now completely gone for Sue. Her legs, thrust out on either side of Ted's body, jerked and quivered in uncontrollable abandon. He noticed her eyes were closed. She seemed to be putting all her attention into her hotly working tongue as it darted around inside his mouth. She almost sounded as if she were purring now. Her muscles stood out tautly under her creamy skin as she strained upward toward him.
Sue could no longer think of anything but the delicious sensation of lying spread-legged underneath this brute of a man, as he fucked into her cunt like a wild animal. Her passion climbed and climbed.
Ted slaved over her. His strokes were longer, smoother now, bringing his pussy-wet cock almost all the way out of her red lipped cunt. Then he slid it forward into the wide vee of her uplifted pelvis until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the crack of her ass.
He slid one hand slowly around one softly rounded asscheek, toward her cunt. Now he could feel his cock slipping freely in and out of her steaming pussy. The hairy fleshy folds clasped the ridges of his pile-driving cock tightly, sucking out after it greedily, the wet softness pulling and giving with each long jackhammer thrust into its gushing depths.
Ted fondled and played with Sue's distended cunt lips, right where his prick entered her. She moaned softly in wanton pleasure. His cock sank deeper and deeper into the ever widening passage of her cunt. Hot fluids gushed out around the base, soaking his wiry pubic hair.
Then he began quickening his cock thrusts, slicing deep, his thick rod pulsing and throbbing as Sue thrashed shamelessly below him. She was getting ready to come. He sensed it as her long shapely legs spread out on either side of him, jerking up high. Small spasms made the soft inner surfaces of her thighs quiver and shake. He took his hands from beneath her ass and put them behind her knees, pushing. He forced her legs up and back, shoving them down against the mattress on either side of her naked shoulders. Now the flattened plane of her ripe red cunt was completely open to his wild cock-thrusts. He smacked his loins brutally against hers, stroke after lunging stroke.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted with each skewering blow, her face distorted into an unrecognizable mask of abandoned passion. Ted grunted, fucking as he had never fucked before. He gradually speeded up his already wild motions, relentlessly drilling his aching cock far up into previously virgin cuntal territory. Sue's full ripe tits, swollen with passion, heaved and quivered, her nipples grazing his chest as he rocked above her.
Suddenly she shivered uncontrollably beneath him. "Oh, God! Oh, my God ... I'm coming! Coming! Oooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!" she cried out in a quavering voice.
Ted felt her cunt opening up around his thrusting cock. Warm gushes of hot pussy juice flooded out around his pistoning tool. Eagerly he thrust faster and deeper inside her fluttering pussy, trying to make this something Sue would never forget. He felt her jerking upward toward him. He sensed the soft mouth of her cunt lapping hungrily at his driving cock as if it meant to suck him dry, eager to milk the cum up from his balls and into her shuddering belly.
Struggling for air, Sue pulled her saliva-wet mouth away from his. She was breathing in short desperate gasps. Ted knew he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He had to let go, shoot his cum up out of his aching balls into her greedily sucking pussy. He felt his semen rise through his furiously fucking cock, then spurt from the tip, burning erotically. He felt as if all of his guts were flooding into his wife's cunt. He sensed her belly gyrating wildly against his as he filled her with his steaming, slippery cum.
"Oh, Jesus!" Ted moaned, continuing to saw his prick in and out of her fluttering pussy hole. Steady streams of cum jetted from the tip, merging with Sue's secretions, pumping back out over the base of his cock.
Sue thrashed wildly, the flickering magic of her own orgasm finally slowing down. Her legs went limp, straightening out on the mattress. Ted still grunted and heaved above her, acting as if he wanted to bury himself in the hot wet cavern of her cunt.
Sue panted for air. Her heart was beating like a drum. Her body felt satiated, complete like it had never felt before. Every trembling muscle was drained. No strength or will left. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily. Her sweat-damp hair was plastered to her face and shoulders.
She felt a last quivering jerk up inside her ravaged throbbing cunt. Ted's cock began to soften rapidly. He collapsed heavily on top of her. She felt his broad chest heaving against hers.
Now that passion was temporarily spent, now was the time to take stock. Sue managed to quiet the spinning shrill inside her head.
"My God," she thought, "What happened to me?" It had started so horribly, Ted hurting her, insulting her, abusing her. She'd fought back and lost. But lost what? My God, she'd never imagined her body could react the way it had! Lying on the bed, her flesh still quivering, Sue silently relived the incredible fucking she'd received. If God had been watching, he probably had a hard-on! Oh, Momma, you never told me about this!
Then she began to remember the way Ted had treated her. The names he'd called her. She began to get angry, but decided to say nothing. As she glanced covertly at her husband's face, she saw signs of remorse mingled with his sexual triumph. Let him sweat!
"Did you like it, honey?" Ted asked eagerly.
"Yes... I liked it," Sue answered frigidly. "Now get off and let me up. I want to wash this mess off me."
Ted's face fell a little. But he remembered how, for a while he'd been complete master of this lovely young woman. "Uh-uh," he grunted sternly. "My cock's still there. .. see?" He flexed the softening member up inside her vagina.
"My God ... he's just like a little boy," Sue thought in amazement. She had to fight to keep from gasping as she felt his rod swell inside her cunt for a moment. She felt so fucking alive! She was afraid if he moved inside her again, she'd come once more, and she didn't want to do that. That would be a moral victory for Ted, and she wanted him to crawl for a while, after the way he'd treated her. Later, when he'd eaten enough crow, she'd let him fuck her again, the way he just had. Maybe she'd even let him talk to her nasty the way he had, too.
"Boy, am I kinky," Sue thought, remembering how much the fear and humiliation had turned her on. But if that was what it took... she remembered the incredible passion she'd just experienced, how her body had been nearly short-circuited with pleasure. But now was the time to get her own back.
"Let me up!" she said sternly. "Harry and Helen will be her soon. I have to get ready."
"Naw . . . there's still plenty of time. Besides, if what he says he and Helen do together is even half true . . . Jesus, we've just started!"
"Finished is the word, Ted," Sue said coldly. "Now get that thing out of me. You've finally had your hot fuck. Satisfied?"
Ted's triumph was fast evaporating. "Damn," he thought, "can this fucking woman ever piss me off!" But he remembered the way she had finally let go for him. Jesus, he'd been right all the time! What a piece of ass!
Somewhat uncertainly Ted climbed off his wife's now-quiet body. His shrunken cock slipped wetly, noisily from her dripping cunt. A fresh gush of pussy juice leaked out of her snatch, smearing over her thighs, dripping down onto the mattress.
"Ugh!" Sue said, almost out of reflex. But she found she now liked the hot wet feeling. She was a little sorry when she saw Ted's face fall. Maybe she was being unnecessarily cruel. But then she remembered the way he had treated her, when he'd forced her to fuck. She was grateful for the fuck itself, for the way she had finally let herself go. But it would be a long time before she could trust Ted again. She was going to have to watch herself.
Ted, his face sullen, rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey! I want to clean up first," Sue called after him.
But Ted was already in the bathroom doorway. He turned and looked back at his beautiful naked wife. He remembered the wild fuck they'd just shared. He also remembered other things-his blatant cruelty, Sue's pain-wracked, fearful sobs. Guilt struggled with triumph in his mind. The old anger returned, stronger than ever. "Fuck you, bitch," he said silently to himself. The bathroom door closed behind him, separating him from Sue.
CHAPTER THREE
The first part of the dinner with Harry and Helen Brown went well enough for Sue. The hot glow in her overused pussy kept her basking in an odd contentment that she'd never known before. She was only half-present at the dinner. The greater part of her mind was reliving what had happened between her and Ted, in their bedroom only an hour before.
Sue's mind was split. Or, at least, there was a growing split between her mind and her body. Up until now, by careful regulation of how much she let herself feel when Ted fucked her, there had been no conflict. Her mind still hung onto the principles of wifely virtue her mother had taught her. Sex is a duty, and even a joy-just don't move!
Now her body knew better. Sue shuddered every time she remembered the incredible sensations Ted had wrung from her writhing, cock-stuffed cunt. Hell, her whole body! From head to toe she had throbbed and glowed. Her body certainly was willing, it was her mind that hung back.
The problem might not have existed if it hadn't been for Ted's brutal, savage behavior before the Big Fuck. His crude abuse of her reinforced that part of her mind that told her sexual abandon was wrong, animal-like.
Yet, deep down inside, a small, dark part of Sue's mind thrilled to the way she had been used and humiliated, told her that was why she had been so turned on. But she refused to listen. That snickering little voice was the worst kind of subversion.
The more Sue thought about what had happened, the more upset she became. Something was happening she didn't really understand. One moment she hated Ted for what he had done to her, the next she loved him. It really depended on what she was feeling from her gratified cunt for the moment. When she squirmed just so on her chair, her battered pussy lips became intensely aware of one another, rubbing wetly and sensitively together. Then her whole body glowed. More subversion, the thoroughly Christian part of her mind whispered nastily in her ear.
Sue tried to get her mind off her troubles by taking part in the conversation at the table. That was a mistake. If anyone could have made her feel more confused, it was Harry and Helen Brown.
She wondered how such a crude man like Harry Brown could have risen to a position of any prominence in the company he and Ted worked for. Worse yet, what did Ted see in him? Sue's husband obviously greatly admired Harry.
Harry saw that Sue was looking at him across the table. He looked back, openly admiring her body. Sue felt a slow flush mount from her neck, heating her face as Harry's eyes lingered for seemingly endless moments on the white swell of her cleavage. She began to hate herself for having worn such a low-cut dress. But she'd been feeling so sensual after the Big Fuck, that she couldn't resist.
"So ... you two, have been married a year," Harry rumbled. He made it sound almost like an accusation. Harry turned to Ted. "Some wife you got," he said, grinning. "No wonder it took you so long to open the door when we showed up at your place tonight. A little anniversary nookie, right?"
Harry guffawed loudly. Sue's blush turned an angry red.
What was worse, Helen reminded her of it. "You blush just like a bride," she said. The words were intended to be friendly, but they were horribly embarrassing to Sue. She looked fixedly down at the table.
"Hey, you didn't blush when you were a bride," Harry said loudly to Helen. "Jesus, I thought you were going to rip my pants off on our wedding night!"
Both Harry and Helen laughed. Sue was mortified. She saw heads turn, people look their way disapprovingly. This was a very nice restaurant, quiet and fashionable. Harry stood out like a frog in a punch bowl.
He was a big man, powerfully built. His face was good-looking enough, but there was a harshness about it, almost a brutality that bothered Sue. When he looked at her, sometimes she was repelled, sometimes she was attracted. This ambivalence only added to her confusion.
Helen was big too, a tall, lushly built redhead, with impressive breasts and a strong but well-curved frame. She made Sue nervous too, the frank, open, even speculating way she looked at her. Not the kind of people to be spending her anniversary dinner with, she decided.
Helen shot right back at Harry. "Hell, if I hadn't ripped 'em off they'd have ripped by themselves. With what you were carrying around inside 'em, I don't know how you ever managed to stand up straight."
More lusty laughing. Sue noticed that Ted was joining in it loudly. He was plastered. Sue also noticed he was spending a lot more time looking at Helen than at Harry. "He's practically drooling!" Sue thought to herself. For the first time since she'd been married, she began to grow jealous.
It didn't help when Helen dropped her napkin in Ted's lap, apparently by accident. But was it an accident when she insisted in reaching down for it herself? Sue, her eyes popping with disbelief, saw her husband's face grow red and strained as Helen's hand fumbled around in his lap. Helen giggled.
"They're drunk," Sue told herself, "But there's a limit."
No wonder Ted was looking at Helen, the way she was dressed. She was wearing a lace dress, the shortest lace dress Sue had ever seen. But its length wasn't what made it remarkable. The lace was fairly open-work, with big gaps between the material. And Helen was obviously not wearing any underwear. None at all. It was easy to tell, because once, one of her nipples actually worked its way through an opening in the heavy lace. A pink little fleshy button staring insolently from the looped white material. Everybody saw it, especially Ted. Sue thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Helen saw what had happened and shrugged her body. The nipple popped back inside, barely out of sight.
When dinner was over and the two couples stood up to leave, Sue saw, with a further shock, that Helen wasn't wearing any panties, either. The faint shading of her pubic hair glowed through the lace, a hint of red, like the hair on her head. Only this wasn't head hair. Every male eye in the room was on Helen, notably Ted's. She saw him swallow nervously, his gaze moving up and down between Helen's tits and crotch.
"So that's the way he is!" Sue thought furiously. "He forces his damned perversions on me, then goes right out and acts like a kid around some ... some whore!"
Strong words, but Sue felt that way at that moment. She was afraid she might blurt them out. Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she mumbled, "Excuse me," and sprinted for the ladies' room. The strain in her voice was obvious. The three remaining members of the dinner party looked at one another with raised eyebrows.
"Uh ... see you two apes later," Helen said, and turned to follow Sue.
Sue was dabbing at her eyes, staring into the ladies' room mirror when Helen came in. "Oh, no!" she thought. "Won't she just leave me alone?"
But Helen was no longer her hard, brazen mocking self. "What's the matter, kid?" she asked in a gentle voice Sue would never have expected from her.
"I.. . I.. ." Sue choked out. Kindness was the wrong thing at that moment, from the standpoint of self control. She would have preferred Helen to insult her, so she could fight back. But she couldn't. Sue started sobbing openly.
She felt Helen's hand on her shoulder. She wanted to pull away, she wanted to hate the other woman, but there was something very comforting about the touch of a human hand, when her whole world seemed in whirling confusion.
"The first wedding anniversary's a hard one," Helen told her. "You just can't help suddenly dredging up all kinds of things that have happened during that first year, things you didn't want to think of at the time, because they might have upset the cart."
"It's not anything like that," Sue sobbed. It's just that . . . well . . . Ted and I, this evening, we . . . ." Why was she telling this to Helen of all people, Sue wondered. She forced herself to close her mouth. But Helen had already picked up enough signals.
"It's sex, isn't it?" Helen asked bluntly. "I guessed that at dinner, the way you were acting, and the way Ted was, well.. . looking at me."
"You didn't do anything to discourage it!" Sue burst out. There . . . she'd said it!
"Don't get me wrong, honey," Helen said calmly. "I like being looked at. Hell, I like the whole game! I like being looked at, touched, I love being fucked! I don't know what your actual problem is. You look sexy enough, but I kind of suspect, honey, that you try a little too hard. You hold a hell of a lot back. Maybe you might try to let go a little."
"That's just what Ted says," Sue sobbed. "That I'm .. . that I'm .. ."
"Uh-uh. Don't even use the word," Helen said emphatically. "Shit, honey, I don't think I've ever met a woman who was really frigid. It's just a matter of letting go and being turned on. And it takes a man to do that for you. Unless women turn you on more?"
Sue looked up, appalled. "Oh, no!" she protested. "It's nothing like that!" What was that she saw in Helen's eyes. Amusement? Or was it invitation? Impossible. Not after the way she'd seen Helen vying for the attention of men.
Blushing, she covered up her confusion by saying more than she wanted to. "It's just that Ted, well.. . wants me to do things I don't think are right."
Sue became a little angry when Helen laughed. Didn't she know how important this all was? "Look, honey," the big redhead said more kindly. "There's nothing that feels good that isn't right. Jesus, give in a little! That man of yours looks like a pretty sexy guy. Let him share it with you!"
"I... I. .. can we go now?" Sue said firmly. This was getting out of hand. Still, as she followed Helen out the door, she looked at the big redhead with a little more respect. She might not be the kind of woman Sue herself would want to be, but she certainly wasn't as crude and unfeeling as she'd appeared at first. What was she doing married to an animal like Harry Brown?
Then it occurred to her that maybe Harry wasn't as awful as he seemed, impossible as that was to believe.
The last thought that occurred to her was that maybe Ted, her own husband wasn't so terrible either. Maybe she should make an effort, try to do what he wanted to in the bedroom. He'd certainly shaken her up today.
But then Sue remembered some of the awful things he'd tried to get her to do before. Her stomach heaved. No! Never! she promised herself.
Harry Brown paced his living room nervously. Despite the enormous amount he'd had to drink with dinner, he was reasonably steady on his feet. Harry prided himself on his ability to hold his liquor.
"That damned Ted Brown probably passed out before he got home," he chuckled, remembering how they'd had to help him into the car outside the restaurant. Sue had had to do the driving. "He's not gonna be doing any more anniversary fucking tonight."
Fucking Sue. "Jesus!" he exclaimed loudly, remembering Sue's lush young curves. And she looked so innocent! Like Ted hadn't quite taught her to fuck yet. "Jesus!" he muttered again. If he ever got his chance at that sweet little piece, she'd learn all there was about fucking in just a few hot, sweaty hours.
How he'd like to sink his cock in that gorgeous little doll! Harry licked his lips as he remembered her big, solid-looking tits, that tight ass. But most of all, that lovely, innocent face framed in all that blonde hair. Blonde and blue-eyed.
He heard a chuckle from behind him, from Helen, who had been undressing in the bedroom. "You're thinking about getting in Sweet Sue's pants, aren't you, you dirty old man?" she said.
Harry turned to see his wife standing in the bedroom doorway. She had on a robe, open in the front, showing red bikini panties and a matching brassiere. Her tits billowed out over the tight top of the bra. The material strained to hold her ripe flesh imprisoned.
"God!" Harry burst out. "You look like your gonna pop right outa them clothes!" He stepped forward, one hand closing tightly around a full round breast. He squeezed hard.
"You might as well forget it," Helen said with a tone of finality.
"Huh?" Harry spluttered disbelievingly.
"I said, you might as well forget about getting into Sweet Sue's juicy little cunt. I had a talk with her. It sounds like she's not much into fucking. I get the idea even her handsome young hubby has trouble enough getting his."
Helen broke free of the hand pawing her tit. She went over to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses half-full of gin. She dodged artfully, managing not to spill any of the gin as Harry tried to goose her from behind. Her ass made a beautiful target. The red panties were cut so low that several inches of cleavage showed above the tight waistband.
Harry sighed in relief as he took the glass his wife handed him. "Whew! For a moment I thought you were saying I couldn't fuck you tonight." Tipping his head back, he drank almost half the gin in the glass in one long gulp. "Aaaaahhhh."
Helen looked appraisingly at her husband while he was busy with his drink. A damned good-looking man! He stood, feet wide apart, looking powerful, a little shorter than he looked, because most of his weight was above the waist. Broad shoulders, a big head set on a thick, muscular neck .. . and a pair of pants bulging with a cock and balls she'd learned to love. God, could he fuck!
Helen and Harry had met in high school. He'd been the big football hero. The first time he'd fucked her, a worshipping girl four years younger than him, he'd acted like a wild ape. But Helen knew a good tiling when she saw it. At fourteen, she'd been fucking for a year. Something about Harry's crude vitality told the precocious young girl that this was the man for her. And she'd been right. No regrets. She'd had to really be crafty to win him away from the horde of older girls after him, but after four years of effort, she'd nailed him. Twenty years of good fucking lay behind them. But most of all, she'd married a man who really enjoyed life, a man who shared her zest for excitement and challenge.
He made a good living, too. Two years of junior college hadn't turned him into any genius, but he had the smarts to do well in the computer course. And now, after a long hard grind, he was head of his department at a medium-sized data processing company. They had money in the bank, they had their own home, the future looked good.
Yes, she'd been lucky. Lucky and a good lay. If she hadn't been able to hold her husband's interest in the bedroom, she had little doubt one of the admiring key-punch operators at work would have snatched him away long ago. The lecherous bastard hired only the most beautiful girls. No doubt he'd done a little hole-punching at work himself, but Helen didn't mind, not as long as he came home.
And then, there was this new thing she and Harry had been talking about-swapping. Changing partners with other couples. They'd been married long enough for some of the excitement to have gone out of their lovemaking. Helen had been careful not to fuck any other men so far. She didn't want to take a chance on losing Harry.
But they had been talking about swapping as a possible way to institutionalize extra-marital sex. "If we were both getting it at the same time," Harry had said thoughtfully, "maybe it wouldn't bother either of us. Hell.. . maybe it'd be a fucking ball!"
"Yeah .. . but we'd have to promise each other not to go out and do it on our own," Helen had replied cautiously. "We'd have to make it into an event we could control."
So far nothing had been done. But now ... Helen was getting an idea. She looked thoughtfully up at Harry as she sprawled out on the sofa. The robe fell away from her smooth-skinned thighs.
Harry, belching from the booze he'd just poured down, stared at his beautiful wife. Her cleavage burst enticingly out of the top of the tight red bra. Her panties were sucked so far up into her crotch, he could see little tufts of red pussy hair peeking out. His cock stirred in his pants, he didn't know whether it was from thinking about fucking Sue, or looking at his wife. Maybe both, he thought, as he stared down at his wife's nylon-covered pussy mound.
"Is that the truth?" he muttered absentmindedly, his eyes still on the vee of his wife's crotch. "I mean, about poor Ted not getting any from that gorgeous little hunk he's married to?"
"Oh, I suppose he gets it all right," Helen answered. "But I doubt it's very hot stuff." Helen's pussy began to grow warm as she saw her husband looking at her crotch. Harry sat down on the edge of the sofa, next to her.
"How'd you learn all this? In bed with Ted?" he asked suspiciously. He started running one hand up the inside of her calf, then tickled lightly with his fingernails in the sensitive spot behind her knee.
"You jerk!" Helen hissed, kicking out at his stomach, but not hard enough to make him move away. Goose-pimples were playing over her flesh as he continued tickling her knee. "You know I don't fuck around," she said. Then her expression became calculating. "I wonder what it would be like to get fucked by a good-looking young stud like Ted?" she mused aloud.
"You mean, instead of with a hairy old animal like me?" Harry rumbled. He dug his fingernails into the firm muscles just above Helen's knee. Her face twisted with pain. "Is that it?" he demanded. "But you gotta admit, where the hell are you gonna find another man who screws you as well as I do?"
Harry dug his fingers in deeper, making Helen squeal with agony. "EEEEEE! Stop it! You know I love the way you fuck, Harry, honey," she replied.
Harry tightened his grip, grinning cruelly. "Aren't I hung good enough for you?" he demanded.
"Ooohhhhh ... all right, you animal! You've got a cock like a horse! Now let go!"
Chuckling to himself, Harry relaxed his iron grip on his wife's smooth leg. "Damned right," he said, pouring down the rest of his drink. "Built like a horse, fuck like a goat."
He looked carefully at his wife's face, sensing from the provocative droop of her eyelids that she wanted to fuck. The scene that had just taken place between them was one of their little games. A search for the dividing line where pain changes to pleasure. Helen was obviously turning on.
Harry wondered if he'd foul things up if he asked any more questions about Sue. He was suddenly sure he wanted to fuck the young blonde. Would Helen go along with it?
He let his hand wander over the fleshy warmth of her inner thighs. He stared at her cuntal mound again. But his mind was still on Sue. If what Helen had said was right, maybe he'd be doing both Sue and Ted a favor. He had no doubt that a night with him would teach the innocent young wife all any woman needed to know about sex. And maybe it was time for Ted to take another step up in the ladder at work. Programmer, maybe.
Hmmmmmm ... how would Helen react? He moved his fingers up her leg, finally pressing them tightly against her crotch. He pressed one finger down harder than the rest, driving the red nylon of the panties into the fleshy crevice beneath. It never hurt to turn the old girl on a little when he wanted something. He watched Helen's body quiver as he worked his finger deeper into the nylon-padded slit of her cunt.
Immediately he was able to feel the wet heat of her snatch. The red nylon turned darker as Helen's cuntal juices welled up, soaking the thin material. "Jesus, but you're a hot bitch!" Harry snorted. His cock swelled a little harder inside his pants.
"Oh, yes ... am I ever!" Helen moaned. She spread her long legs wider. The narrow red crotch-band of the panties barely covered the broad lips of her cunt. A rounded mound of hairy flesh appeared on one side. "Are you going to do something about it?"
"Yeah," he said thickly. "I'm gonna fuck you." He was still massaging her half-hidden pussy lips when he got an idea. "You're thinking about Ted Benton, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
Helen looked startled, then a rueful smile tugged at her lips. "And you're thinking about Sweet Sue."
Harry's fingers stopped their busy work at Helen's crotch. "You nailed me," he admitted.
Helen reached down and urged Harry's fingers back into motion. She sighed as she felt his fingers dig into her cunt flesh again, scraping lightly over her tender clit through the nylon. "I've been thinking, Harry," she said, "about that swapping thing. About us fucking other people, together, of course."
"Yeah?" Harry said thickly. "You'd really like to get your hands on Ted's cock, wouldn't you?" He said it only half-heartedly. He was busy working his finger underneath the leg-band of Helen's red panties. He eased it into the river of juices flowing from her hot slick pussy slit. His fingertip slid smoothly up toward her already stiffening clit, then circled the turgid little sex-bud lazily.
"Aaaaahhhh," Helen moaned from deep in her throat. Her hips arched up off the couch, thrusting her cunt against his finger. Her hands massaged her own tits through the material of her bra. Lips parted, she sighed sensually. Then she felt Harry's finger slide down from her throbbing clit and ram up into her tight clasping pussy. All the way, until she felt his palm press hard against her pussy mound, the soft inner folds of her cunt sliding out of the way.
"Ooooohhhhh . .. honey!" she moaned.
"Maybe that's a good idea!" Harry said excitedly, while he finger-fucked his moaning wife. "Maybe Ted and Sue would be the right ones to start with! Jesus, it'd be a hell of a lot of fun, too. A real challenge to get those two in bed. I can't think of anybody that'd be harder to make than Sue!" Nor anybody he'd rather, either, Harry added silently to himself.
"Okay, Harry. Anything you say," Helen panted. Great! The big ox probably thought it was his own idea. That'd make his ego easier to get along with.
Harry pushed another finger up into Helen's cunt. The red nylon leg-band was stretched to the tearing point. Harry's thumb went to work on his wife's clit, while his two fingers chugged in and out of her cunt. He looked down at Helen, liking the totally abandoned way she was writhing under the stimulus of his eager finger-fucking. One hot broad!
"But we gotta help each other," he wheezed. "I'll help you with Ted. I'll get him so hot for you he'll come in his pants. And then you get him out of the way when it's time for me to prong Sweet Sue."
"Okay . . . okay," Helen moaned. "Oh, Jesus, I don't know if I can talk any more! Ooooo-hhhhhh!"
Harry's cock began to hurt. It was so hard and so tightly confined inside his pants he knew he had to get them off soon. He knew he was going to fuck Helen. He wanted her to be as hot and ready as possible.
Helen was thrashing wildly on the couch, one knee hooked up over the arm, her legs spread lewdly. She was nearly ready to come. Her fingers dug into her tits, massaging her swollen nipples through her bra. "Yes. . . don't stop now," she begged. "I'm going to come! Yesssss!"
But Harry abruptly withdrew his glistening fingers from her cunt. Helen was left stranded on the brink of orgasm. "What. . . What the hell do you think you're doing?" she gasped, her body still writhing desperately. She rammed her own fingers into her cunt, but she wanted Harry's. She started to come a little, but it wasn't the same. She felt her pussy muscles clamp tightly around her thrusting fingers.
Harry was walking around the room, talking excitedly as he began pulling off his clothes. "Check this idea out!" he said. "We'll do it at the big annual company outing. Hell, that's just this weekend! I'm going to tell Ted that he and Sue can share our cabin. There's two bedrooms. They'll never suspect what we've got in mind for them!"
Harry suddenly looked over at his panting, writhing wife. He saw the desperate way she was ramming her fingers into the cunt he'd just deserted. "I'll fix you up in a moment, baby," he said. "What do you think about my idea?"
"It's great, Harry . . . just great," Helen snarled. "Now, if you don't stuff some cock into me in the next five seconds, I'm going out on the street, dressed just like this, and rape the first man I meet."
"That's my baby," Harry said, grinning. He had his pants off now, and while he unbuttoned his shirt, Helen stared hungrily at his cock. It was fully erect, jutting from his hair loins like a battle club. The knob-like tip was already dripping semen. One jewel-like drop hung in to the slitted opening a moment, then fell slowly, hanging in a long shining string.
Helen tore off the rest of her clothes. The robe ended in a heap on the floor. She fumbled wildly with the clasp on the bra, cursing the impulse that had made her put it on. She actually did tear her red panties, as she peeled them from her loins.
At last she was naked, lying back on the couch, her feet on the floor, legs spread wide, the pink slit of her red-furred cunt pointed straight toward Harry.
He flung his shirt aside and moved forward, naked. His huge cock danced and swayed as he moved. "Feeding time, old buddy," Harry murmured to his prick, taking it in one hand as he knelt on the floor between his wife's outstretched legs. He fed his cock up into her cunt like he was stuffing sausage. The broad tip flattened for a moment as it met the firm resistance of Helen's sphincter muscles.
Then her cunt flowered open greedily. Harry's cock slid smoothly inside. Pussy juice squirted. "Oooohhhhhh . .. God!" Helen moaned ecstatically. Her legs rose to circle her husband's back, pulling him closer to her straining loins. Her hips bucked upward, her cunt begging for more cock.
"Nnnnnggggg . . . you're cunt's so fucking hot inside!" Harry moaned. He began fucking his wife hard, his loins slapping loudly against her upturned ass cheeks. He dug his fingers into the soft creamy flesh of her big tits, mauling her nipples. They grew dark and swollen.
"Mmmmnnnnnn .. . fuck me, you big ape!" Helen moaned. "Shove that big horse-cock right up into my guts!" Her hips churned upwards to meet his every stroke. Her cunt sucked noisily around his cock as it slammed in and out of the tight but juicy hole. Helen's fingers dug into his ass, guiding his loins toward hers.
Then she noticed her husband had his eyes closed. On an impulse she pinched him hard on the ass.
Harry's eyes flew open. "What the hell did you do that for?" he demanded.
"Come on ... tell me the truth," Helen shot back. "You were thinking about Sweet Sue, weren't you? You were pretending it's her you're fucking?"
Harry grinned in embarrassment. "Yeah .. . you're right, you smart bitch. But I won't let it happen again."
"No! You don't understand! I don't mind! Why fight it? You go ahead and pretend I'm Sue. I'll pretend you're Ted!"
"Really?" Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Okay ... if you say so ... ."
For the next few minutes, both Harry and Helen fucked with their eyes tightly closed. Harry pretended it was Sue's sweet little cunt he was pounding his cock into. He tried to imagine her big blue eyes staring hotly up at him while he plunged his cock into what had to be one hell of a tight sweet snatch.
For her part, Helen sighed and whimpered, imagining Ted's cock pumping deep into her welcoming pussy. She tried to picture what he would look like naked, how long his cock would be, how thick.
It was Harry who opened his eyes first. "It's no good, honey," he admitted sheepishly. "When I'm fucking you, there's no way I can pretend it's someone else. Shit, you're the best. Why bother making believe?"
Helen threw her arms joyfully around her husband's neck. "Oh, Harry, your wonderful, you dirty old shit. I love you! It's the same with me. Right now it's your cock I want!"
The naked couple started fucking with renewed vigor. Their bodies glistened with sweat. "Mmmmmmnnnnn . .. Harry ... your cock is just right for me!" Helen panted.
"Tightest, juiciest, deepest cunt in the world!" Harry panted back. They fucked harder and harder, Helen's arms around Harry's neck, pulling his body tightly against hers.
He managed to work his head downward, to suck hotly on her swollen nipples. "Oh, baby ... that's good!" Helen whimpered. "So good!"
She could feel her husband's cock growing larger and larger up inside her cunt. The head had swollen so big that she could actually feel the ridge separating it from the rest of his cock scraping up and down the shuddering length of her cunt.
"You're going to come, aren't you?" she moaned.
"Uh-huh. And you, baby?"
"It's just around the corner. Shove it deeper . .. a little more to the right side .... That's right. . . now hard! Hard! Shove it in hard, Harry, baby! I. .. AaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!"
Helen's body spasmed in orgasm. She arched up from the couch, her heels beating against the floor.
He was nearly thrown from her straining body, but he hung on, ramming his cock deep into her hotly working cunt. "Ooohhhhh, God . . . oohhh . .. YYAAAAHHH!" he cried as he felt the hot sperm pound up from his balls and jet into his wife's madly-working pussy. The climaxing couple strained together, flailing and moaning. Harry remembered that Helen had once said he was one of the few men strong enough to make love to her. She tended to buck the others clear of her wildly flailing body. Harry found himself hoping that Ted would be able to handle her.
"Wasn't that a weird thing?" he chuckled silently to himself as the last of his boiling cum shot into Helen's shuddering cunt. Hoping that another man would be able to make it with his wife.
CHAPTER FOUR
"At least you could have consulted with me first," Sue said sullenly. She and Ted were in their car, on the way up to the annual company party. Sue was sitting as far on her side of the front seat as she could get. Ted was scowling out the front window, glaring at the cars ahead as if they were personal enemies.
But it wasn't the traffic angering him. It was his difficult young wife. "For God's sake, Sue!" he exploded. "It was take it or leave it! Don't you understand? It's a real honor! When Harry offered to let us stay in his own cabin, how could I refuse? That cabin's reserved for supervisory personnel and their friends. Hell, honey, this could mean a lot! Maybe I'm finally on the way up!"
Sue had no easy answer for that. Like most wives, she'd been bred and raised on the idea that there was nothing more important in the world than her husband's professional advancement. She forced herself to hold a simmering silence.
Ted wasn't telling her all the truth about his decision to accept Harry's offer of a room in the cabin. His blood still heated up when he remembered the man-to-man talk he'd had with Harry that very morning. Harry had been telling him about the wild time he and Helen had had the night before.
"Jesus, that woman never leaves me alone," Harry leered at his young subordinate. "After she fucked the hell out of me, she had me hard again in ten minutes. You know how she does it?"
Harry paused for effect. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud. Ted's mouth was hanging open in expectation. His eyes glittered hotly. Jesus, the kid was eating out of his hand!
"She's the best fucking cock-sucker in the world," Harry said, dropping his voice to a low murmur. "She could get it up on a corpse with that Goddamned hot mouth of hers."
Ted felt an enormous heat building in his crotch. Jesus, Harry was talking about a woman he knew!
Ted recreated in his mind the image of Helen, alive, sexy, lush-bodied, red-haired. He thought about her mouth, imagining her full sensuous lips closing around the head of Harry's cock. No! Around the head of his cock!
"She sucks the fucking soft thing into her mouth like it's a worm," Harry was saying, his voice low and excited. "Then she starts pulling on it, gentle-like, kind of stretching it. You know . . . giving it the idea it can grow, kinda."
Harry's own cock pulsed in his pants as he remembered the feel of his wife's buttery soft lips around the shaft of his cock last night. One of the most exciting things to him was the knowledge that he was trying to trick this kid into fucking Helen, his own wife. The thought gave him a perverse pleasure, not the least of which was the expectation, if all worked out well, that he would be socking it to Ted's gorgeous little blonde wife.
"She keeps sucking, getting it good and wet. Her fingers really do weird things to your balls. And then you can feel it getting hard. Jesus, like it's going to explode! Shit, last night, as soon as she had the fucking thing standing up again, Helen climbed right into my lap. She had her cunt wrapped around my prick before I knew what was happening. Jesus! She was coming after only about four or five strokes! You can really feel her cunt going to town when she gets it off. Like it's going to suck your guts right out through the end of your cock!"
"God, Harry," Ted said hoarsely. "Sounds like you're married to some kind of nymphomaniac!"
Harry looked surprised. "Naw, I don't think so," he said carelessly. "Just a normal, hot-blooded American woman who likes to fuck and suck and be fucked and sucked."
He looked slyly at Ted. "How about that little doll you're married to . .. Sue? I'll bet she's really something in bed."
Ted immediately grew flustered. What could he say? Suddenly the thought of a man talking about his wife to another man seemed a little strange. Maybe, he thought grimly, it was because he felt ashamed. God, after what Harry was getting from Helen, how could he ever admit the bedroom disaster he had at home? "Uh ... yeah, well, she's okay, I guess," he answered lamely.
"Kind of young, isn't she?" Harry replied, his voice friendly and confidential. "Most women got a lot to learn at that age. That's something I figured out a long time ago. It's a man's duty to help 'em learn, teach 'em the ropes about fucking."
"What do you mean?" Ted asked, licking his lips nervously, intrigued. "I, uh ... what if they don't want to learn?" There. He'd said it.
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Why, what the hell else is a man for, if he doesn't kind of take things into his own hands. A guy's gotta be firm. Let 'em know who's boss. Take 'em in hand. Believe me, buddy-boy, a real woman will be grateful later. You gotta be firm!"
The rest of the conversation was a half-remembered haze to Ted. Harry had said something about how fun the weekend was going to be. "We'll get the girls liquored up," he said. "We're gonna have us a real ball in that cabin."
But Ted wasn't paying too much attention. In his mind, he was comparing Helen to Sue. God, what he'd give to have a really hot-blooded woman like Helen! A woman he could do anything he wanted to, hell, a woman who'd even take the initiative, who could really go after his cock!
If only Sue were that way. Despite the tension between them, Ted knew he still loved Sue. She was the woman for him, if only she'd ....
"It's just that I don't.. . well, don't like them!" Sue blurted out, pulling Ted out of his reverie. He jerked his eyes away from the traffic, turning to stare uncomprehendingly at his wife.
"Don't like who?" he asked.
"Harry and Helen. Well . . . maybe saying I don't like them may be putting it a little too strongly," Sue added, remembering Helen's kindness at the restaurant the night before. "They kind of make me nervous."
Nervous indeed. Sue remembered the strange feelings Harry's presence had caused in her. An odd mixture of conflicting emotions. Disgust at his crudity, yet, at the same time, a fascination with his brute maleness. She knew she was a little attracted to him, and it made her feel vulnerable.
And Helen. No doubt she had a good heart, but her lewd, open sensuality made Sue feel like a gawky fumbling little girl. They were not the kind of people to spend an anniversary weekend with, not when she was already fully occupied in trying to sort out her relationship with Ted.
What was she going to do about that, anyway? She realized that they were at a crossroads, both together and singly. At least she was. Something seemed to be changing inside her. Hell, to be more exact, in her crotch. She remembered the way she'd reacted when Ted fucked her so brutally. What an experience, scary but exciting! Part of her being wanted to just let go, and let itself be swamped in a steamy sea of uninhibited lust. But another part of her, the rational part of her mind, wanted to hold onto the security of knowing just what was happening.
"Face it... you're scared!" she told herself bitterly. "Too damned chicken to see anything, especially your own feelings."
"Shit. . . it's only for a weekend. I'm not asking you to move in with them for life," Ted mumbled.
Both husband and wife were silent for the rest of the trip. The road climbed higher, into the mountains. Scrub oak gave way to pines. The air grew fresher, clearer. Finally, a broad mountain meadow stretched away beneath them, a mile or more across. The road descended into the valley, toward a cluster of rustic buildings, the site of the annual company bash, a small resort that particularly catered to such affairs.
Harry and Helen were already at the cabin. As Ted and Sue's car pulled up, Harry came out onto the little veranda, a drink in his hand. "Well.. . about time," he said in his usual loud forceful manner. "What happened? You stop for a little lovin' on the way?"
Sue gritted her teeth. If the big ape would just shut up about such personal things, then maybe they'd get along. He made her feel like he was constantly staring down the front of her dress.
Helen came out onto the porch too. The day was warm, a perfect excuse for her to wear as little as possible. She had on her usual short little skirt, and nothing on top but a couple of bandanas wrapped around her upper body, barely covering her tits. As big and heavy as they were, Helen's tits were doing some pretty interesting maneuvers inside their flimsy covering every time she moved. Bounce, jiggle, sway.
Sue noticed Ted's eyes bulging. When Helen gave him a slow sensuous smile, the young blonde thought her husband was going to turn redder than a Pacific sunset.
She suddenly remembered what Helen had said in the ladies' room the other night. How she was wide open to excitement, sex, fucking. She also remembered the interest Helen had shown toward Ted at the dinner table that night. Suddenly she began to wonder if she could take Ted's faithfulness for granted any longer. The young housewife was determined to keep an eye on her husband during this unwanted and highly-dangerous holiday weekend.
Helen showed Ted and Sue to their room. There were only two bedrooms in the little cabin, besides the living room and kitchen. The only bathroom lay in between the two bedrooms, reached by a door from each room. A very cozy set-up.
By the time Sue and Ted had their bags unpacked, Harry appeared with drinks. "Down the hatch!" he bellowed exuberantly. "This is a party! Wahooooo!"
Sue drank out of self-protection. Otherwise, Harry was after her all the time, shoving drinks in her hand, asking her why she wasn't having a good time.
Sue started having a little trouble concentrating. The drinks Harry mixed were always strong. She found herself staring at the big man covertly when he wasn't looking her way. Slowly, she began to understand why Helen might be interested in the big ape. He certainly was virile enough. Her eyes fed on his strong, bulky body. For the first time in her young married life, she briefly wondered what it would be like to fuck another man. Sue kicked the idea out of her mind with unusual violence.
More drinking. Ted was as drunk as his wife had ever seen him. Only Harry and Helen seemed their normal, exuberant selves. But then, maybe they were half-plastered all the time.
"Hey, cunt, get us some more ice!" Harry bellowed at Helen. Sue winced at the sound of that lewd word.
But Helen didn't seem to mind. "Yes, lord and master," she said flippantly. But just before going into the kitchen, she bent forward, her ass jutting back toward Harry and flipped up the back of her skirt, revealing two lush round ass-cheeks, barely covered by a pair of tiny black bikini panties. "Braaaccckkk!" Helen fluttered her lips, making an unmistakable sound.
"Haw, haw!" Harry guffawed. "Helen's learned a new word!"
The skirt fell back into place, covering Helen's beautiful ass. But Sue saw that Ted was still staring. She poured down another heavy gulp of her drink, trying not to get angry.
Finally, both Sue and Helen were yawning. Harry looked meaningfully at his wife. "Old Helen's either sleepy or horny," he said gruffly. "Maybe it's time for beddy-by." Turning toward Sue, he winked broadly. "How about you, honey?" he asked. "Sleepy or horny?"
"Horny? Are you kidding?" she heard Ted mutter sourly. The frustrated young husband was watching Helen about to be swept off into the other bedroom with Harry, out of his reach for the night. Looking at her gorgeous, sexy, half-nude body moving sinuously around the living room for the night had completely shot his nerves. He knew without a doubt that he wanted to fuck this beautiful woman. Another man's wife, and he himself was a married man. Ted felt stirrings of guilt, both toward Sue and Harry. But not as much guilt as lust.
Helen compounded his frustration. "Time for a goodnight kiss," she murmured seductively. Before Ted could move, she snaked her lovely arms around his neck, pulling his face down toward hers. Ted was still gasping in surprise when he felt Helen's warm, wet lips press hotly against his. A moment later her searching, darting tongue shot into his mouth. His own arms tightened convulsively around Helen's big sexy body. He could feel her huge tits pressing demandingly against his chest. Her loins were snuggled against his. He sensed the soft incurving where her cunt lay, pressed warmly against his thighs. He was helpless, unable to keep from returning the kiss hotly.
Sue stood transfixed, unable to move as she saw Helen kissing her husband. She wanted to do something to stop it, but before she could move, she felt Harry's hands on her shoulders. She looked up, startled, to see his face only inches from hers.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," he murmured.
A moment later Sue felt Harry's fleshy lips pressed against hers. She was too stunned to struggle, which Harry took for an invitation to further liberties.
Sue gasped as Harry's hot thick tongue wormed its way past her lips into her mouth. "Stop! Stop!" she screamed silently to herself, but her body seemed unable to move. She was intensely aware of the hardness of Harry's undeniably male body against hers. She thought she felt his cock stiffening inside his pants, pressing against her belly. She wanted to break away, but couldn't. She tried to tell herself it was only fair. Ted was kissing Helen so Harry had the right to kiss her. The young blonde melted a little, until she heard a strange sound. It took a minute for her to identify it.
It was the sound of her own hot breathing. She was starting to pant!
Sue tore her mouth away from Harry's wriggling frantically out of his grasp. Face set, she turned toward the wall until she could compose herself.
Then she turned toward Ted. He was still kissing Helen. The other couple writhed and moaned together. "Ted," Sue said in a tight voice. "It's time we went to bed." No action. The two stayed locked together. "Ted!" Sue half-shouted. "Come to bed!"
Ted sprang guiltily away from Helen. "Uh ... yeah, sure, honey." The guilty look in his eyes told everyone in the room he knew he was in trouble.
Smiling sheepishly, he turned and followed Sue into their bedroom. "Honey," he said when the door had closed behind them, "I hope you don't think...."
"I don't know what I think," Sue said angrily.
"The way you and that... that...."
Now it was Ted's turn to grow angry. "Me?" he bellowed. "What about you? Do you think I couldn't see you and Harry? God, you sounded like a steam engine, panting and puffing."
Ted was feeling confused. It had been wonderful to hold Helen in his arms, to kiss her, to think about fucking her. But when he saw Harry doing the same thing to his own beautiful young wife, it made him think. The sword could cut both ways. Maybe if he could sleep with Helen, Harry had a right to fuck Sue. Ted didn't like that idea. Sue was his!
Sue was also angry. Having realized she'd been caught in the act with Harry, she defended herself by continuing the attack.
"You . .. you ..." she spluttered. "You know it would never have happened if you and Helen hadn't given him the idea. I've .. . I've never been so humiliated in my life!"
Without waiting for an answer, Sue flounced out of the room straight into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, locking it. A moment later she heard Ted softly scratching at the door. "Honey," he said, quietly, obviously not wanting Helen and Harry to hear them fighting. "Let me in. Or come on out and let's go to bed."
"The son-of-a-bitch!" Sue muttered. "Now he probably wants to make love." She determined that was not going to happen. He was just going to have to wait until the weekend was over. She'd be damned if she'd take a chance on that awful Helen and Harry overhearing them in their most passionate moments!
Sue undressed angrily, finally standing naked before the mirror as she started to wash. She was toweling her face dry when she became aware of hearing a strange sound.
The naked young blonde stiffened. What a weird sound! What had it been?
There it was again ... a weird moan, coming from the other side of the bathroom door, the door that led into Harry and Helen's room. Sue picked up a towel and pressed it to her bare breasts, crossing her legs to protect her cunt. As if she expected Harry or Helen to come bursting in through the door. But she saw, with reassurance, that she had it locked.
The towel slipped away from Sue's naked body as she leaned forward, listening. Now that her head was closer to the door, she could hear other sounds, sounds she had trouble identifying at first. Then she realized what they were-loud sucking and slurping noises.
Another moan, a little louder this time, and overlaying it, Harry's rough voice, saying hoarsely: "Suck it, baby . . . suck it dry!"
Sue froze in shock. That sucking sound, Harry's lewd words. They could only mean one thing! Helen was sucking her husband's cock!
Sue's stomach turned over as she tried to imagine Helen with Harry's cock in her mouth. "How could any woman do a thing like that?" Sue wondered, feeling a little sick.
Then another moan. This time Sue was certain it was a woman's voice. But why was Helen moaning?
Did sucking her husband's cock turn her on that much? Or was Harry hurting her in some way?
Sue knew she should get out of the bathroom as fast as she could. But a perverse curiosity was stirring inside her. She noticed that there was an old-fashioned keyhole on the bathroom door, a big one, big enough to look through. She shivered. If she'd known that, she would have stuffed something into it before she undressed.
But now it was going to be her ally, because she was going to peek. She was going to spy on Helen and Harry as they engaged in their disgusting perversion.
Sue knew she shouldn't, but she didn't seem to be able to help herself. Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer as she quickly knelt, naked, in front of the keyhole. Her stomach was turning over again, but now she knew it was from more than revulsion. A strange perverse excitement rippled through her belly. She hated herself for it, but could feel her cunt growing hot and wet.
Sue pressed her eye to the keyhole. It took her a moment to orient her view through the small aperture, but fortunately the bedroom she was peeking into was brightly lit.
Sue saw two naked bodies lying on a big bed. It wasn't easy to figure out who was who among that tangle of bare limbs and torsos. Then, as she saw what was happening, Sue let out a little gasp of surprise. Quickly she clapped her hand over her mouth, afraid she might have been overheard. But the two writhing figures on the big bed were far too wrapped up in each other to hear much of anything.
It was far worse than Sue had expected. Not only was Helen sucking Harry's cock, but Harry was lying under her body, head to toe, his own face buried between Helen's lush thighs.
Oh, God, they were sucking each other! Sixty-nine, Sue had once heard it called. She'd never in her life thought she'd see such a thing, but there it was, right in front of her staring eyes!
Sue's body tensed as she tried to make out the details. The writhing couple on the bed were more or less sideways to her. She could easily see Harry's cock-shaft jutting obscenely from Helen's mouth. Sue stared in awe as the handsome redheaded woman eagerly slid her lips up and down the massive rod. She certainly seemed to be enjoying what she was doing!
But it was much harder to make out what Harry's mouth was doing down between Helen's thighs. Helen was crouched, her thighs spread, a knee on each side of Harry's head. Sue realized the other woman's cunt must be wide open in that position. Giving Harry's mouth full access to her naked slit.
He was obviously taking advantage of it. Sue could see his head twisting and turning. She couldn't actually see his mouth at work on Helen's cunt, but she could hear it. Never in her life had the staring young blonde heard such disgusting slurping and licking sounds. He must have his tongue stuck all the way up into his wife's snatch!
Helen was obviously enjoying it. Her body writhed and twisted above Harry's. But she never let his rigid cock slip from her mouth. Sue stared at the white butt of Harry's mammoth rod, jutting from Helen's tight-stretched lips. She seemed to be doing something to his balls with one of her hands. Harry was twitching and jerking on the bed.
Sue began to forget about perversion, about what was disgusting and what wasn't. She began to get wildly turned on. The very act of spying on other people, herself unseen, as they performed their most intimate acts together, was an additional excitement and a powerful one.
The crouching young blonde's body cried out to be made a part of the sexual tableau taking place so close, just a few feet away. For the first time in her life, Sue did something she'd promised herself she would never do.
She started playing with her cunt.
Just the outer lips at first, feverishly fingering them, rubbing them back and forth across the swollen sensitiveness. She felt hot juices squeezing out, running over her hotly working fingers. She forgot to be disgusted by her own gushing lubricants. Now, her very wetness was an added excitement.
One of her fingers skidded across one slippery cunt lip and fell into the bubbling slit beneath. "Uungghh!" Sue whimpered softly as her fingertip accidentally brushed the trembling tip of her sensitive little clit.
She tried to move the finger away, but found she couldn't. It felt too good where it was. Cautiously, Sue started rubbing the hotly erect little nub. Such a shock of pleasure shot through her body that she forgot to breathe for several seconds. Then the air whooshed from her lungs in a long trembling sigh.
Sue started rubbing her clit methodically as she stared avidly through the keyhole at the sixty-nining Harry and Helen. She found it helped. Now, she felt a sexual connection to the couple writhing so lewdly on the bed. She began to identify with Helen, with how it must feel to have a man's tongue lashing up into her pussy. She still didn't quite see how the other woman could debase herself so much, how she could allow a man to do such a, well . . . perverse thing to her body.
And worse, how could she actually take his bloated cock in her mouth. The way Harry's former outburst had made it sound, he was actually going to come in her mouth! He was going to shoot his hot sticky sperm down her throat!
Sue shuddered, half with desire, half with disgust. She knew that she herself was doing something she found disgusting and perverted- playing with her own cunt. But at least she was doing it in private, away from prying eyes. How could a woman let herself go as much as Helen was doing, leaving her mind and body completely open to whatever Harry wanted to do to it? That was the enigma for Sue.
She began paying more attention to her cunt. Slipping her finger down from her clit, which immediately clamored for its return, she slowly inserted the tip between the folds of her inner labia. She felt them squirt wetly, softly out of the way. The hot, smooth delicate tissues reacted, sending a new bolt of pleasure darting throughout the stunned girl's aroused cunt.
She felt a puckered opening beneath her questing finger. Her pussy. Sue's breath sucked in. Was she ready for something as shocking as this?
"Yes, oh yes!" her cunt pleaded. She felt it flower open beneath her fingertip. Her fingertip naturally, easily slipped up inside. "Mmmmnnn," Sue sighed softly. A dreamy look came over her lovely, sex-flushed features. Her finger slid in and in, up into her pussy hole, until it couldn't slide in any further. She'd run out of finger.
Sue marvelled at the feel of her cuntal cavity. She'd never expected it to feel so soft and wet and full. She was so fleshy inside, so smooth and yielding! So Goddamned sexy!
The panting blonde's finger moved slowly in and out of her gushing pussy. She felt her cuntal walls sucking and nipping at her finger. She felt the knobbly tip of her cervix spasm as her fingertip probed at it.
Oh, it felt good! But not as good as a cock! Sue began to stare avidly at the thick butt of Harry's cock as it slid hotly in and out of Helen's wildly sucking mouth. Oh, God, that would feel good up inside her achingly hungry cunt! Her own finger just wasn't big enough!
With a rush of horror, Sue realized what she had just been thinking. How could she, when she had a husband? How could she ever think about fucking another man?
Sue tried to concentrate on just watching. Watching and finger-fucking herself. Her breath whistled hotly in her throat. Her finger flew faster and faster.
Something was about to happen in the other room. Helen and Harry were thrashing around on the bed more and more wildly. Suddenly she heard Harry's voice, obscenely wet and muffled by the juicy cunt flesh pressed so tightly against his mouth.
"Oh, Jesus God, Helen baby! Keep sucking ... suck it harder! I'm gonna COME!"
For just a second Helen pulled her mouth away from Harry's saliva-shiny prick. The bloated purplish head pointed straight up at her beautiful face. That was the first time Sue had got a chance to see all of Harry's prick. It was immense!
"You keep lapping my cunt, honey," Helen panted. "I'm gonna get it off too!"
Then her mouth opened wide, her lips stretching obscenely around her husband's huge cock. It drove straight into her face. Sue wondered how she could take such a big thing into her mouth.
Helen was once again sucking hard on the big joint protruding from her face. Then Sue saw the redhead's body begin to jerk and tremble. There was an increased wetness in the licking sounds Harry's mouth was making against her crotch. Sue realized Helen must be coming, gushes of pussy juice pouring from her mouth-ravished cunt.
Then Harry was bellowing, roaring up into his wife's pussy. Sue saw his body buck and heave. His cock was driven to the hilt up inside Helen's mouth. Helen began coughing and choking. Thick streams of cum dribbled from her lips past the thick rod skewering up into her mouth. Harry was coming too! Oh, God, Sue thought. He's shooting that gooey stuff into her mouth!
Sue forgot about her own cunt as she stared at the climaxing couple on the bed. Her mouth hung open slackly. Her finger was still up inside her twat, but motionless. All her attention was on the depraved scene in the other room.
Helen had gotten herself under control. She wasn't choking any more. Sue saw the redhead's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she madly swallowed, trying to force down every drop of her husband's gushing sperm. But long strings of the sticky liquid hung from her chin, trailing down onto Harry's belly.
Her cunt still ground hotly down against Harry's slavering mouth. Low moans of orgasmic pleasure bubbled from Helen's throat. She was still coming! Rhythmic shudders rippled the muscles of her sleek belly. But all the time, she continued faithfully sucking every last drop from her husband's cock. Sue could see the big shaft pulsing and jerking as it pumped gush after gush of steaming sperm into Helen's mouth.
Sue was about to start paying attention to her own cunt again, when she heard a sound behind her. She spun around, wondering if someone was spying on her.
But it was only Ted, scratching on the door once more. "Sue!" he whispered tensely. "Are you still in there? What's taking you so long? Come on to bed!"
Sue's hand fell away from her cunt. She realized her finger was wet and shiny with her own cunt juice. She raised it to her nose and sniffed. For the first time in her life, she was not repelled by the hot musky odor of aroused cunt. This time it turned her on. A thoughtful look crossed over her excited features. What the hell was she doing in here finger-fucking herself when she had a handsome, virile husband in the next room?
"Coming right out, honey," she said softly, reaching for the doorknob.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ted's eyes bulged in surprise when the bathroom door opened and Sue walked out. He was surprised not only because she was naked, which he hadn't expected, but because of the look in her eyes. Pure hot sexual desire. He had never seen a look quite like that on Sue's face before.
Ted, who was naked also, having just got out of bed to see what was keeping Sue, watched in open-mouthed amazement as his lovely young wife walked over to the bed. Her hips were swaying provacatively, the lushly rounded ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling. The way Sue was walking was pure seduction. Ted felt his cock hardening involuntarily.
It got even harder when she turned to face him. Slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving his face, she lay down on the bed. Displayed herself on the bed is a more exact term. Propping herself up on her elbows, tits thrust forward, legs spread slightly, she waited for Ted. "Come on . . . let's go to bed," she said in a sultry voice.
Since she was lying on top of the covers, she could only mean one thing. She wanted to fuck. Ted, swallowed, wondering if this could really be happening. His eyes fastened on the soft fluffy blonde mound of his wife's cunt. Underneath that silky golden cunt hair he could make out her pussy lips. They looked unusually soft and swollen, ready for fucking. He could see the pink gash of her slit, as if her pussy lips had already been pried open by something or someone.
"Come on!" Sue said, her voice seductive but demanding. "I never thought I'd have to ask you."
Ted's legs shook. He felt as if his whole body were being turned to jelly. My God! It looked like she really wanted him! Did this mean that she was finally his to do with as he wanted? He realized he'd better not hesitate any longer. He'd take all he could get from his gorgeous young wife. He'd be a fool to hang back now, when she was so obviously open and receptive.
With a hungry moan, Ted launched himself toward his wife's naked body-straight between her legs, forcing them open wider with his body. Kneeling, he found himself staring straight into Sue's naked cunt. Damn, it was open . . . and dripping with juice!
His hands were drawn magnetically toward the soft, hair covered mound of flesh before him. He could smell the rich odor of Sue's arousal. The heady perfume maddened him a little. His thumbs pressed down on the soft mounds of flesh at the edges of Sue's throbbingly ready cunt. With a slow steady pressure, he opened her cunt lips, baring the soft pink inner flesh.
Sue hardly dared breathe as she felt Ted's hard gaze boring into her open cunt. Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do? She didn't dare even think about it. Better to just lie there, thinking nothing, only feeling.
She was still unprepared when Ted suddenly buried his face against her bare snatch. A low groan escaped his lips, then a moment later, Sue felt the hot darting tip of her husband's tongue eagerly invade her pussy slit.
Her first instinct was to defend herself. She tried to close her legs to ward off his depraved attack on her naked genitals. But all she succeeded in doing was pressing his head more tightly against her shuddering cuntal flesh.
Sue felt Ted's mouth working against the sensitive flesh of her pussy lips. A second later his tongue was on its way up into her inner cunt slit, past the trembling inner labia she herself had been playing with only a little while ago.
Ted's tongue found her clit. The wet fleshy muscle hesitated a moment, as if trying to make sure. Then, Ted's tongue-tip began hotly circling his wife's trembling clitoris.
"Ooohhhhhhh . . . no!" Sue whimpered. But did she really mean it? She remembered how excited she had become, watching Helen and Harry on the bed, lapping at one another's loins. Added to the vividness of that obscene memory was the incredible delight flooding from her tongue-trapped clit, searing throughout her shuddering cunt. God, it felt good!
"Oooohhh .. . uuuhhhnnn," Sue whimpered, wanting to say no. But her hands were already moving down toward Ted's head. Her fingers curled desperately in his hair, clutching, grabbing handfuls. But instead of jerking his head away from her quivering thighs, she pulled his face down harder against her pleasure-washed cunt. "Oooohhhh .. . yes, honey . . . lick it! Suck my cunt!"
My God, only a little while before she had heard Helen moaning words to that effect. Then, Sue had been horrified by the other woman's sexual perverseness. Now, she herself knew how it felt to have her cunt lapped. It felt fucking good!
Sue's legs opened, then circled Ted's back, pressing his face against her cunt. She was literally riding his hotly sucking mouth. "Mmmmnnn," she moaned. "Do it more, darling. It feels so goooodddd. Oh, suck my cunt!"
Ted could hardly believe he was hearing right. Was this moaning writhing wanton below him, her cunt opened to the darting attacks of his hotly thrusting tongue really his own timid, sexually cold wife, Sue! Impossible!
But he could feel her legs around his back, he could taste the rich honey of her gushing cunt. Her words of encouragement pouring into his ears spurred him on. His tongue moved down from her cunt, stabbing beneath the thin folds of her inner labia.
Sue jack-knifed her legs away from Ted's body, pressing her knees against her tits, leaving her cunt wide open to his slavering mouth. Her heels rested lightly on his shoulders.
Reaching around her thighs, Ted pulled the upper part of Sue's pussy lips open with his fingertips. His tongue skidded downward, past the slightly-metallic taste of her gushing cuntal opening. He'd get to that later. Right now he was going to do something to Sue he'd always ached to do but never dared.
Sharpening the tip of his tongue into a point, he stabbed it directly against the puckered ring of her asshole. He felt Sue jerk with surprise. He shoved harder, feeling the rubbery opening give slightly. His tongue worked in a fraction of an inch.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyy!" Sue shrieked wildly. Her mind had resisted this new assault for a moment, but her body cried out to accept it. "Oooohhh . .. God, Ted! Oh, Teeeeeed! It feels so good!"
Sue's legs splayed further apart. She wanted to open up her body to the utmost. She wanted herself to be ready for anything her husband wanted to do to her. She jerked and quivered as the searing tip of his tongue searched and violated her tender little rectum.
Ted jerked his tongue away from Sue's anus, then moistened his fingertip. He began screwing the wet fingertip up into the tight rubbery opening of Sue's asshole. His mouth slid back up to her clit, nibbling the tautly swollen sex-button as his finger sank slowly into Sue's rectum, stretching it cruelly.
"Uuunngghhh!" Sue grunted in shock. She wondered what was hurting her. It was hard to tell, with the ecstasy flooding through her loins from her tongue-lapped clit. Ted sank his finger a little further up into his wife's clinging asshole.
"Uuuuhhhhh .. . darling, it hurts ... it hurts!" Sue whimpered, thrashing wildly on the bed, trying to escape this unexpected pain.
Ted stopped shoving with his finger, and instead concentrated once again on licking and sucking Sue's cunt. Under this new blast of delight, she temporarily forgot the finger buried part way up into her ass.
By the time Sue remembered the finger in her asshole, she was ready for anything. The pain seemed to have disappeared, drowned under the ecstasy radiating from her clit. She began shoving her ass down against Ted's hand, impaling her asshole on his finger. Ted slid his other hand under her taut buttocks, raising her loins, clamping her cunt tightly against his face as his finger skewered in and out of her rectum. His mouth and her cunt were sealed wetly, hotly together.
A strange masochistic joy flooded through Sue's trapped body as she lay impaled between her husband's tongue and forefinger. She totally abandoned herself to the frenzy beginning to race out of control through her throbbing body. She ground her cunt upward against Ted's face. His finger dug deep into her guts. Nothing mattered now to Sue but the sweet agony rippling through her naked, trapped torso. She reached up and began fondling her own tits, tweaking the nipples mercilessly, adding to the mixed pleasure and pain that was slowly turning her body into a seething sea of lust.
For just a moment, Sue's mind cleared. She realized how she must look as she writhed helplessly on the bed, her husband's head buried between her thighs. Like an animal, a mindless beast. Oh, Jesus, who the fuck cared? It all felt so good!
"Oh, God, Ted! Suck me! Lick my cunt! Ram your finger up my asshole harder! Ohhhhhhh! Yesssss! Agggggh!"
Spurred on by his wife's lewd words, Ted slaved faithfully between her thighs. He sensed she was going to come. By God, Harry had been right! A real man had to take charge, teach a woman which way was up! It looked like Sue was finally coming to life, sexually. If he played it right, didn't make any mistakes, he'd have a lifetime of hot tail ahead of him, right in his own home!
What a turn-on to finally have Sue lose the last of her fucking self-control. Her animal self was coming out, she was all cunt now, begging for more of his tongue.
Ted's cock hardened, pressing down against the mattress. Jesus, he could hardly wait to shove it up her horny twat. But first, he wanted to get her off with his mouth, feel her come, taste her hot orgasmic juices as they poured out of her climaxing cunt.
The eager young husband flicked his tongue faster and faster inside his wife's swollen pussy slit. He sucked hard at her clit, his lips circled around the rigidly swollen little knob of flesh.
"My asshole ... fuck your finger into my asshole!" Sue wailed. Was that really her voice saying such crude things?
Ted ground his finger into the rubbery little opening. His knuckles dug deep into the resilient flesh of her buttocks. He speared into her without mercy.
Sue's thighs were back around Ted's head, opening and closing spasmodically against the sides of his face. Cunt juice dribbled down over his chin. Then he sensed Sue's belly rising and falling faster and faster. He looked up and saw that her head was thrashing wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair lashing against the bedding.
Ted stretched his tongue until it felt like it was going to tear loose at the roots. He shoved it far up into Sue's cunt. He felt her pussy hole sucking at the tiring muscle. Her legs jerked desperately against his face. Damn, she was almost there, but Ted knew he had a little more work to do. He shot his tongue in and out of her cunt, timing its motion to coincide with his finger, ramming in and out of her asshole.
Sue's body suddenly tensed, motionless. Looking up, Ted saw the cords in her neck stand out as she raised her head. A low guttural moan started deep in her throat. As it reached its peak, Sue's lovely young body suddenly spasmed, arching backward, the back of her head pressing down against the mattress. Ted felt his wife's loins lifting, driven upward by the tremendous force of her orgasm. He held on tightly, the fingers of one hand sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks, while the forefinger of his other hand dug deep up inside her asshole. His face stayed locked against her hot, writhing cunt.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Sue wailed. "Uuuunnn-ggghhhh!" She began to writhe and twist on the bed. She had never experienced an orgasm as intense as this one, not even the other night, when Ted had fucked her so wildly. She could actually feel the hot juices gushing out of her pussy, running over Ted's face. She wondered how he could stand it. But she was glad he could. God, if he stopped sucking her snatch now, when she was in the middle of coming, she knew she would come completely unglued. His finger inside her asshole felt as big as a baseball bat. It seemed to be reaching up into the deepest and most sensitive part of her guts.
One last straining spasm, and Sue fell back on the bed, limp. Her legs stretched heavily on either side of Ted's sweaty body. She felt suddenly very quiet inside, as if everything had been drained from her, leaving her empty, purged. She tried to think and found she couldn't. She was all body, all cunt.
Ted pulled his mouth away from Sue's cunt, gasping for air, his cheek laid against the soft golden hill of her pussy mound. Slowly he pulled his finger from her ass. It came free with a slight popping sound. Panting from tiredness, he crawled higher on Sue's trembling body, pressing his mouth tightly against hers. She felt her own hot, slippery, fragrant cunt juice smear from his face to hers. She tasted it. To her amazement, she stuck her tongue deep into Ted's mouth. She wasn't disgusted at all. She loved the rich taste of her own cum.
"Baby," Ted murmured into her ear. "When we get our breath back, I'm going to fuck you."
Sue nodded her head slowly. Amazing, how she was accepting all this. She knew she should be humiliated, debased, after the thoroughly shameless way she'd been reacting. God, she'd spied on another couple, eating one another, played with her cunt, and now let her husband suck her twat. A simple fuck suddenly seemed like the easiest, most natural thing in the world. In a burst of passionate gratitude, she pressed her mouth tightly to Ted's again.
Suddenly, carrying clearly through both closed bathroom doors came a series of wild howls and groans. Harry and Helen. "My God, what the hell are they doing in there?" Ted burst out. His cock jerked more fully erect as he tried to imagine Harry, pumping his cock into Helen's beautiful body.
Sue felt her flesh prickle as the whining moans continued. She knew what Harry and Helen had been doing not long before. Her cunt heated up as she remembered how the other couple had looked, sixty-nining, their heads shoved between each other's jerking legs.
Not being a fool, Sue suspected that Ted was thinking about Helen at the moment, what it would be like to fuck the big redhead. She could hardly blame him. She herself was wondering what it would be like to fuck Harry. The prospect filled her with a mixture of animal heat and loathing. How could she fuck a crude animal like Harry?
And then she remembered the truly awesome size of his cock. Would she be able to take a huge thing like that up inside her tight little cunt? She shuddered. With luck, she'd never have to know. Not as long as she had her handsome sexy husband with her.
Sue impulsively reached out and circled her fingers around Ted's swollen, pulsing cock. He stiffened, surprised by such an unusual act on her part. He was even more amazed when Sue cupped his tingling balls with her other hand, squeezing softly and slowly.
"Oh, God, Sue!" he groaned, beginning to hump the tip of his throbbing cock against his wife's smooth thigh. Sue's loins were moving too, her ass grinding down against the mattress.
Another burst of moaning, wailing joy filtered through the bathroom doors, inflaming both Ted and Sue. "Ooohhhhh, honey ... I've just got to fuck you!" Ted moaned, staring down at his beautiful young wife. Her blue eyes were half-closed, her teeth were biting down on her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed. He watched her big firm tits rise and fall as her breathing quickened.
Sue looked lovingly back up at her husband, at his well-muscled body hanging over her. As she placed the swollen head of his prick against the throbbing juicy opening to her cunt, she remembered the words he had forced her to use the night before. "Yesssss!" she hissed up at him. "Fuck me, Ted! Fuck me now!"
She felt the head of his cock swell larger under the influence of her lewd invitation. Slowly, the bulbous knob forced its way up into her achingly hungry pussy hole. Her fleshy pussy lips closed softly around the thick blue-veined shaft, hugging its pulsating meatiness.
When Ted's cock was in her all the way, Sue reached down and tantalizingly slid her fingernails over the soft sac of Ted's bloated balls. She felt his cock head jerk spasmodically inside her cunt. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her loins. Sue began to see now that at least some of the things Ted wanted her to do paid dividends of pleasure.
As she grew more and more excited, more and more eager to be fucked, and fucked hard, Sue circled her hands around behind Ted's buttocks, her fingernails digging into his flesh. "Come on," she panted, urging him on by digging her nails in more deeply. "Fuck me hard!"
Ted acted like someone had hit him with an electric cattle prod. With a howl of passion, he pulled his hips back and rammed them forward. His cock jerked out of Sue's hotly clasping pussy, then slithered back up inside. His loins smacked against Sue's loudly, wetly.
Sue felt her cunt flesh being invaded, opened brutally, almost torn as Ted's cock churned in and out of her pussy. She loved it. "Oooohhhhh, baby . . . ram it to me!" she whimpered, spreading her thighs as far as she could, opening herself to her husband.
God, she's hot! Ted thought, knowing how long it usually took to get Sue's tight little cunt opened up this far. He could feel her hot pussy juices flooding around the base of his cock. The softly ridged inner walls of her cunt rippled around his impaling prick in a rhythmic, gentle, but insistent muscular movement, driving him wild, encouraging him to pound his cock up into her gushing hole as far as it would go. His balls slapped wetly into the cunt-slippery crack of her ass.
Sue flinched back a little from Ted's jack-hammer thrusts. Not so much because it hurt, but because she was afraid it might. But when she discovered her husband's rampaging prick was bringing her nothing but pleasure, she rocked her hips forward and up, her wide-open cunt swallowing another inch of his cock.
Ted was intensely aware of his wife's naked body beneath him. Her fingers still digging into his rhythmically pumping buttocks. Her rounded ass cheeks bouncing softly against his balls. Her rubbery, swollen nipples digging into his chest.
For a while Ted swayed his hips from side to side, changing the motion of his cock, making it jerk back and forth inside Sue's sweetly clinging cunt. The girl's eyes opened wide with pleasure. "Oh, Ted," Sue whimpered, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "That feels so good!"
Before she could get used to what he was doing, Ted changed his technique again, this time by pumping his cock in and out of her greedily clasping cunt in short shallow thrusts. He felt Sue's hips rising, her cunt following his cock, begging for deeper penetration. When her hips were stretched up toward his loins as far as they would go, her cunt presented obscenely toward him, he suddenly thrust deeply into her soft warm cunt-channel. His cock raced down the length of the shuddering tube, until the bloated, knob-like tip crashed into the resilient wall of the far end.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyy!" Sue wailed. It felt to the stunned blonde as if a cock had suddenly exploded into being inside her quivering cunt. She felt Ted's pubic bone grind down against her wildly sensitive clit. Ecstasy urged in sharp electric jolts far into her belly. Her hips ground upward to meet Ted's, demanding, begging for more cock.
Sue began chanting obscene words, timing them to coincide with Ted's now rhythmic cock-thrusts up into her almost overwhelmed pussy hole. "Fuck me! Screw me! Fuck me! Screw me!"
Sue realized she was now doing just what Ted had always wanted her to do. She had surrendered herself completely to her passions. She was his willing sex tool. Her constant stream of words drilled into him like machine-gun fire, inflaming his mind, inciting his cock to greater and greater hardness. She could feel it swelling larger and larger up inside her cunt every time she said another obscene word.
It was worth it, she decided. The more aroused he became, the more wild, ecstatic pleasure he fucked into her quivering body. If this was what it took for complete release, then this was what she would do. Sue remembered how unbelievably good it had felt when Ted ate her cunt. A slight twinge of guilt tweaked at her conscience as she remembered her mother's words on the eve of her marriage.
Then, as a particularly deep thrust of Ted's cock up into her cunt wrung a moan of delight from Sue, she had an insight. She suddenly realized what a subdued, half-alive woman her mother had been. True, she had been kind and warm in her own way, but it was as if she had never quite been born all the way. As if part of her patient little soul had never quite made it all the way out of the womb.
Sue realized her mother had probably never had a really good fuck. Like the fucking she was getting now. "Poor Momma," Sue thought sadly. "She never knew what it was like."
She might never have known, either, if Ted hadn't badgered and nagged at her until he finally forced her into letting go. Harry and Helen were a plus factor too, after all. Without their lewd, coarse, sometimes tasteless example, she might still be fighting back, keeping her mental legs crossed, denying real passion access to her carefully controlled cunt.
"Oooohhhhhh, Ted! I'm so happy!" Sue squealed, impulsively kissing her hotly fucking husband on the mouth. They hugged one another for a moment, tongues intertwined.
Then Ted tore his mouth away from hers. "Can you come, honey?" he panted. " 'Cause I'm really close. I don't know how much longer I can hold off."
"Oh, yes, Ted," Sue panted back. "Just fuck me hard. Hard and fast and I'll come with you!"
Ted picked up Sue's legs, tucking one under either arm. Using them as levers, he raised his wife's shapely ass a few inches off the bed, angling her cunt upward. Now he could get into its juicy depths as far as he wanted. "Hang on, honey," he moaned, as he began driving his prick deep into her pussy. He saw that she was playing with her tits, rubbing her nipples. How she had changed! Before tonight, he could never have imagined her performing such a thoroughly uninhibited act of personal pleasure.
Sue felt Ted's cock swelling larger and larger up inside her cunt. She was ready to come, but held herself back for a moment. The head of her husband's cock swelled and swelled, until it felt like the head of a knobby walking stick, sliding up and down the shuddering length of her cunt.
She could tell he was going to come a few seconds before it actually happened. The thick tube on the underside of his prick started pumping and jerking. She reached down quickly, laying her fingers against that twitching tube. She felt the first bursts of sperm travel up its pulsating length moments before its wet heat exploded into her pussy channel.
Sue felt the softness of her own cunt lips pressed against her fingers. Ted's cock felt so hard compared to them. As another burst of sperm rushed the length of his shuddering prick, splattering up into her pussy, Sue finally let herself go. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her back arched. "Oooohhhhh .. . oohhh, Ted! "I'm coming .. . cooommmiiinnnggg!"
Ted groaned with pleasure as he felt his wife's pussy walls spasm around his spewing cock. Her cunt alternately flowered open, welcoming his still-pumping organ, then closed tightly, sucking the sperm from the swollen, spouting tip of his prick. Sue's cunt felt like a hot toothless mouth, working on his throbbing member.
Sue and Ted had their last orgasmic spasms almost together. Their loins strained together frantically. Then Sue fell back on the bed, Ted limp on top of her still-quivering body. They lay tightly pressed together, panting loudly. In the sudden quiet, Sue thought she heard loud obscene laughter from the other room. Had Helen and Harry overheard their loud lovemaking? Oh, what did it matter anyway? There was something so... so wild about this insane night that made shame or modesty seem out of place.
Ted, after his rough, demanding fucking, proved very gentle with Sue. He softly stroked her body, bringing her down gently from the passionate heights her tremendous orgasm had taken her to.
He stroked her tits, noticing that her nipples weren't hard and swollen any longer. How peaceful her face looked. Sue's eyes were closed. She was breathing regularly. The longer he stared at his lovely mate, the more interested Ted became. He noticed that his cock was interested too. As it lay against Sue's thigh, still sticky with their combined cum, it began to stir. An idea occurred to Ted. He remembered how he had finally gotten to eat his wife's juicy snatch. God, it had turned her on! And then later, the wild way she'd fucked. Maybe she was completely over the old hang-ups she had. Maybe she'd ....
"Honey," Ted said, gently taking Sue's hand and placing her fingers around the quickly-swelling shaft of his reawakening prick. "How would you like to do something for me, honey," Ted half-whispered. "How would you like to suck my cock?"
Sue's hand fell away limply from Ted's cock. Her breathing remained the same, slow and steady. She was sound asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Helen and Ted stood about a foot apart. Their hips were swaying suggestively, Helen's lush loins putting on a much better show than Ted's lean hips. She shimmied closer to him, the pointed tips of her big tits brushing against his arms. Her green eyes glinted through the cloud of coppery hair half-covering her lovely face.
They were dancing. Night two of the annual company bash. All around them on the big dimly-lit floor other couples swayed and writhed in mating ritual. Somewhere across the room Sue and Harry were dancing.
Ted was a little worried about that. He'd noticed the way Harry had been looking at Sue, like a wolf smelling raw meat.
Fortunately, Helen's presence took his mind off the possibility of Harry making a play for his wife. The nearness of her big sexy body made little beads of sweat pop out on the young husband's brow, and not from the dancing.
Ted remembered the sounds coming from Harry and Helen's room the night before. His eyes kept flicking up and down Helen's body, wondering what she looked like when she fucked. Probably pretty damned good. His cock lurched in his pants at the thought of having Helen writhing naked underneath him. Staring down at the tight crotch of her pants, he forgot all about Harry and Sue.
That was the way Helen had planned it. "Leave it to me," she'd told the doubting Harry. I'll get Ted away from Sue. Then, the rest is up to you."
She didn't add that she intended to immobilize Ted by seducing him. Harry guessed anyhow, but discovered he didn't want to dwell on that aspect. He had to club his jealousy back into submission by imagining sweet blonde Sue, naked and excited, begging for his cock. Goddamn, he'd fill her cunt so full of hard hot meat she'd never forget him!
The day had gone smoothly enough, with all concerned tensely fencing with one another. Harry and Ted had gone fishing, while the women lay in the sun outside the cabin.
As they reeled in trout after fat trout, Harry regaled Ted with details of the night before. "I hope we didn't keep you folks awake," he said with a leer. "That damned Helen's after cock all the time. You ever hear of a snapping pussy? That's what she's got. Get a cock anywhere near it and it kind of reaches out and gobbles it up. Chomp!"
The grass on the other side of the fence began to look very green to Ted. He forgot about his wild night with Sue. That was now well-known territory. The idea of fucking Harry's beautiful wife took firmer possession of his greedy young soul.
Back at the cabin, Sue and Helen were lying side by side, on big towels laid down on the soft mountain grass. Both were wearing minimum bikinis, both admiring the other's body, Sue furtively, Helen with open aproval. They were lying on their stomachs, their tops untied, tits pressed down against the soft towels.
Once, when Sue started to roll over, clutching her bikini top to her breasts a little late, Helen caught a glimpse of Sue's full, richly-curved tit. A sudden impulse prompted her to reach out and touch the big, soft-looking orb. She held herself back with difficulty.
"Hey, here's a new one," she thought. "You're not becoming a lesbian are you, Helen baby?"
She decided she wasn't. But Sue was so damned sexy-looking and well.. . touchable, that she began to understand why Harry was so turned on by the girl.
When it was time for the dance, everyone at the cabin had grown more used to each other. While Sue was still a little uncomfortable around Harry, she no longer actively disliked him. She was even a little flattered when he asked her to dance. Sue loved to dance. It was one of the few things she'd done all her life in a completely uninhibited way. When she started her pneumatic young body gyrating, Harry's eyes popped. "Jesus!" he groaned to himself. "If I don't get in this little doll's pants, I'm gonna cut my throat!"
On the other side of the dance floor, Helen caught sight of Sue and Harry. She could see Harry's face shining with sweat as he tried to keep up with Sue's wild dancing. "I hope he doesn't have a heart attack," she thought with silent glee. She wondered why she was so anxious to have Harry in bed with Sue. To help their own marriage, she decided. Harry was at that age now where he could start doing crazy things over younger women. Helen wanted to be able to control when, where, and with whom it happened.
And, of course, there was the added bonus of Ted's strong young body. It was going to be a trip to get fucked by another man after all these years with Harry. Good years, but definitely time for a change. And it was going to be so easy. Ted was hanging like a ripe fig about to fall from the tree.
All she had to do was just reach out and pluck him.
"Hey . . . I'm tired," she said, suddenly stopping dancing. "It's hot in here. Let's go out and get us some air."
Ted was more than ready. He'd been desperately looking for a way to get Helen alone. Then he'd make his big play. Jesus, he hoped he didn't fuck things up! If Helen screamed outrage and indignation, he could kiss his job goodbye. And there would be Sue to answer to also. But Ted had been getting what he considered signals of encouragement from Helen. Either that or she was the biggest prick-tease who'd ever waved her gorgeous ass in a man's face.
Ted looked nervously back over his shoulder. To his relief, he saw that Sue was totally wrapped up in her dancing. She'd never miss him and Helen.
It was a beautiful, warm, starry night. On the way out, Helen and Ted each picked up a drink at the bar. They found a quiet spot outside under a tree. There was a three-quarter moon, bright in the thin mountain air. Its soft silvery light filtering down through the branches dappled Helen's lovely face. Her red hair glimmered in the moonlight.
"To the start of what might turn out to be a really interesting night,"Helen said, looking Ted straight in the eye as she raised her glass in a toast.
Ted eagerly clinked the edge of his glass against hers. "What the hell did she mean by that?" he wondered as they started to drink.
"Oh! Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!" Helen yelped as she purposely spilled her drink down the front of her blouse. She gritted her teeth as the cold liquid poured down into her cleavage.
Ted stood, shuffling his feet, wondering what to do. Was this going to blow the whole scene? He'd been just about ready to try kissing Helen. But now, shit, sh'd be in no mood for anything!
Helen shivered with the cold. "Ted ... I've got to get back to the cabin and change," she said. "Would you walk me there? I hate to go alone, through the dark."
"Sure," Ted replied, suddenly seeing renewed hope. Back at the cabin with Helen, no one else there ....
But after a few yards Helen stopped. "I... I think I've got a fucking ice cube down inside my bra," she said. "I'd better fish it out or my tits'll freeze!"
Right in front of Ted, Helen unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and reached her fingers down inside her bra. She fumbled around for a moment, the moonlight bright enough for Ted to see the resilient flesh of her big tits give under her probing fingertips.
"Damn! I just can't get the slippery bastard out!" Helen snorted in genuine frustration. The ice cube was cold! "Could you help? I'll just kind of stretch my bra outward and maybe you could reach down inside. My hands fit in at the wrong angle."
Oh, Jesus, Ted thought. This couldn't actually be happening. Helen was asking him to shove his hand down in between her tits! Damned if he'd pass up an opportunity like this!
Ted realized his cock was hardening in his pants as he slid his fingers down inside Helen's bra. She was stretching the semi-elastic garment out from her body. He saw the full-moon globes of her tits, then a moment later felt their softness against the back of his hand, cool now and wet from the spilled drink. But he sensed their latent warmth.
His fingers closed around the ice cube, but it squirted away. "Oooohhhhh!" Helen squealed. "It's freezing me! It's over to the side . . . grab it!"
The bra came out some more. Ted chased the offending piece of ice right into one of the cups. With a shock, he realized one of Helen's nipples, rigid now from the cold, was pressing firmly against his hand. He felt his own temperature rise. Swallowing nervously, he finally found the ice-cube, half-melted now, and fished it out of Helen's bra. His hand slid away from her swelling - tit reluctantly.
But other rewards lay ahead for Ted. After he'd fished the ice cube out of her bra, Helen shook her upper body irritably. "My blouse and bra are so wet!" she complained. "I'm afraid I'm going to get a chill. Hmmmmmm ... it's a warm enough night," she said, glancing around her, "and there's nobody around but us. Would you mind if I took them off?"
Mind? Was she crazy? He'd love it! Ted nodded his head in mute agreement, but Helen didn't even wait. She started peeling off her blouse. The bra followed. Ted tried not to look. He didn't want to come across as an inexperienced gawker. But how could he resist? As they walked along the path toward the cabin, he shot little sidelong glances toward Helen.
Goddamn, she had nice tits! He'd know they were big, but he hadn't expected them to be so firm! They stood straight out from her chest, bouncing and jiggling as she walked. They rode a little lower than when she'd had her bra on, but only enough to advertise their natural softness. Helen's nipples looked big and dark in the moonlight.
By the time they got to the cabin, Ted was in a state of near-shock. His cock was so hard that he found it hard to walk. The swollen organ chafed painfully against the tight crotch of his pants.
Once inside, Helen delayed putting on new clothes. She'd seen the effect her semi-nudity was having on Ted. She stood facing him in the living room. "Whatever was in that drink, it was sticky," she said. "I think I'm going to have to take a shower. Do you mind waiting?"
Did he mind waiting? Ever since they'd got to the cabin, Ted had been frantically searching in his mind some way to keep them there. Jesus, and now Helen was going to be naked, alone there with him!
His eyes locked greedily on her naked tits as she turned away from him, heading for the bathroom. He didn't even try to cover up his simmering interest. Helen started tugging at her skirt even before she reached the bathroom. Ted caught a quick flash of panties as she stepped into the bathroom and dropped her skirt.
For the next few minutes, Ted wandered nervously around the house, Finally ending up in his and Sue's bedroom. With a surge of excitement, he saw that Helen hadn't quite closed the bathroom door. He caught a glimpse of her through the semi-frosted shower door, a haze of pink flesh, swelling out at the hips and breast. He thought he could make out the shadow of her pubic hair as she revolved slowly under the spray from the shower head.
Then the water was turned off. Ted caught a glimpse of full breasts, rich hips and thighs, the copper color of Helen's pussy hair as she slid open the shower door. He ducked quickly out of sight. Then came the call.
"Oh, damn!" he heard Helen mutter. "I forgot a clean towel." Her voice raised. "Ted ... will you be a dear and get me a towel out of the bedroom. I don't want to track water all over the house."
Ted sprinted into Helen and Harry's bedroom. He shot a glance toward the big double bed, dredging up images of Helen lying naked on it, a panting, wanting, moaning Helen. He scooped up a towel and headed for the bathroom door.
It swung open in front of him. There was Helen, standing completely naked like the image of some ancient Norse goddess, smiling at him. "Thank you," she purred. "You are a dear. Now ... may I ask for just one more little favor?"
"Oh ... uhhh ... sure," Ted mumbled. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help it. With the possible exception of Sue, he'd never before seen such a beautiful woman. His eyes swept from her big solid tits, which he'd already come to know and love, down over her softly curving belly, finally locking on the red muff of pussy hair that punctuated the joining of her thighs. '"Yeah . .. anything you want," he choked out.
"Could you dry me?" Helen asked, her voice sultry, the sexual invitation in it unmistakable.
"Oh, Jesus," Ted moaned. The towel was already in his hand. He made one fumbling ineffectual attempt to pat the towel against the nearest safe patch of skin-Helen's shoulder, then lost the last of his cool. He swept the naked redhead into his arms. His mouth crushed down against hers, her lips soft and moist and warm under his.
Tongue curled around tongue. Ted felt the front of his clothes slowly soaking up the water from Helen's wet body. He didn't give a fuck. What he cared about most was the firm but yielding pressure of her tits against his chest. The warmth of her cunt steaming through his pants leg.
He reached down, cupping a hand around as much of Helen's tit as he could hold. There was a lot more left over. He felt the soft flesh give, some of it filling the spaces in between his fingers as he squeezed.
"Oooohhhhh ... at last!" Helen moaned, her nipple quickly hardening, pressing against the sensitive center of Ted's palm.
Her hand was already busy with his fly. Somehow she got the zipper down one-handed. Ted felt her slender fingers groping inside his shorts. They closed around his rigid prick, cool, a little shocking at first.
"Oh, Jesus .. . take it easy!" Ted moaned as Helen started fishing his cock out through the narrow opening of his fly. He was so wildly excited he was afraid he might come in her hand.
Ted's cock felt hot and alive in Helen's hand. It was a shock to touch another man's prick. She was so used to Harry's. "Oh, it's such a nice cock," she murmured, gently fondling the stiff tool. Maybe not as big as Harry's mammoth tool, but plenty big enough for the tight muscular hole it was going to fill.
"Let me have a closer look at it," Helen said softly. Ted felt her body slipping down the front of his, her tits dragging down over his belly. Helen's nipples seemed to cut glowing furrows over his supersensitive skin.
She knelt on the floor in front of him still holding onto his cock. Her other hand rose and circled the pulsing shaft. Slowly Helen began sliding the looser foreskin over the iron core within. Ted moaned in an agony of pleasure. It felt as if his balls were drawing up inside his body, and that they were going to explode right out the end of his prick. He fought to keep from coming. He wanted to make it last. He wanted to enjoy every moment of what was happening to him.
Helen reached down underneath Ted's body, cupping his balls in her hand. Nice big balls, undoubtedly loaded with sperm. Sperm for her. Ted's cock stuck rigidly straight out, pointing right at her face. As she squeezed the young man's nuts, a drop of cum welled up in the little slit at the tip of his cock.
"Mmmmnnnnnn .. . looks good!" Helen murmured. Before Ted even knew what she intended, Helen leaned forward, bringing her lips within a half-inch of his cock tip. Her little pink tongue shot out, swiping across the end of his prick, scooping up the drop of sperm, which had been just on the verge of dripping down onto the floor.
Ted spasmed with pleasure as he felt Helen's warm wet tongue stroke across the sensitive surface of his bulbous cock tip. He stared down at her, hardly believing it had actually happened. How long since he'd had any woman lick his prick?
Helen looked up at him, her green eyes bright and teasing. "Waste not, want not," she said, licking her lips. Her mouth was full of the salty tang of semen. She loved it. "Do you like having your cock sucked, Ted?" she asked.
"Good, because I really want to do it," Helen replied. She touched Ted's cock again, her fingers tracing lightly underneath the pulsing shaft, from his balls all the way up to the bloated tip. Ted's cock swelled visibly larger, the head turning almost purple as new blood rushed into its already mottled thickness.
Ted held his breath, afraid he might break some kind of secret spell and Helen wouldn't suck his prick after all. He stared down as Helen's mouth moved closer to his prick. Her fingers were still tickling its sensitive underside. Now her coral-colored lips were only a fraction of an inch away. "Let's warm it up a little bit, first," Helen said, her voice deeper and throatier now.
Suddenly her tongue stabbed out again, this time licking across the wildly sensitive underside of his cockhead. "Oooohhhh!" Ted moaned, his back arching. He felt like his cock was going to burst, as if the pressure building up in its throbbing length was too much to bear. He bit down on his lower lip, fighting to keep from coming. At least not until his cock was inside Helen's mouth.
Helen continued licking his prick, her tongue laving hotly all around the swollen tip. Then she turned her head to the side and began running the tip of her tongue all the way down the underside, as far as the first crinkly hairs fuzzing out from Ted's drum-tight balls.
The pleading sound in Ted's voice pleased Helen. How nice to be the aggressor for once, she thought. With Harry, it was always him who called the shots. This handsome young man was going to be a lot of fun.
Helen pulled her face back a little from Ted's cock. She smiled up at him again. "Okay, big boy. You want it sucked .. . I'll suck it!"
Ted held his breath as he saw Helen's mouth approaching his prick again. Her lips were already parted slightly, but just as they reached the tip of his cock, they opened wide. It was still a tight fit as Helen worked her lips around the thick head of Ted's prick. Ted saw her lips stretch, wondering whether or not it hurt her.
Then he forgot everything else as he felt, for the first time in years, a hot wet mouth engulf the tip of his prick. "Uuuunnnggghhhh!" he grunted, barely able to hold himself back from grabbing Helen's head, holding it in place, and jamming his pulsing cock all the way to the back of her throat.
He balled his hands into fists as he felt Helen's teeth scraping lightly over the underside of his glans. Her mouth drove further down the iron-hard shaft, more and more of his cock being swallowed up until only an inch of thick meat was left jutting obscenely from Helen's cock-stuffed mouth.
The kneeling redhead began slowly sliding her mouth up and down the full length of Ted's prick. He quivered and shuddered, wishing he was lying down. His legs felt like they were made of rubber. His breath whistled noisily in his throat. Oh, God, this was wonderful!
Ted stared down at the lovely woman sucking his cock. Her green eyes were crossed a little as she dreamily focused on the base of Ted's cock. Her long red hair fell forward, tickling his thighs, half-screening her lovely face. His prick jutted from her mouth like a fleshy spike, seemingly growing alternately longer and shorter as she moved her mouth up and down its throbbing length.
Ted reached down, laying his hands lightly on Helen's head. He began guiding her, pulling her head toward his loins, while at the same time his hips began a slow fucking motion, driving his cock a little deeper into her hotly sucking mouth. "Oh, yeah . .. that's the way, Helen baby! Suck it! Suck the fucking thing!"
Helen realized that Ted was finally losing the timidity he had so obviously felt toward her before. It was time to help him pop off his nuts or he was going to get out of hand and ram his prick right through the back of her throat. She could sense his growing wildness.
She quickly moved her mouth back up the glistening shaft of Ted's prick, until only the bloated tip was left inside her hot oral cavity. Before Ted could object, and perhaps jerk her mouth down tighter against his hungry prick-shaft, she began sucking powerfully, her tongue curled underneath the glans, moving slowly back and forth.
"Yaaaagggggghhhhhh!" Ted moaned. He had never felt anything so good in his life. He was too paralyzed with pleasure to move. His nerveless hands fell away from Helen's head. The young husband began to shake all over.
Helen felt Ted's cock suddenly began to swell. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the trembling, rigid shaft, just below her hotly sucking lips, and began to run them up and down the full vibrating length. They moved easily. Ted's prick was slippery with her saliva. Helen knew he was going to come and she wanted to make it an orgasm Ted would remember.
Ted's glazed eyes opened wide. He could feel his balls contracting, drawing up into his body. His cock began to buck and jerk. Then he could feel the first white-hot jet of semen burning its way the full length of his enormously swollen cock. Just then, Helen reached up with her other hand, clamping her fingers around his balls, milking strongly. Her mouth was around his cock tip, one hand working the rest of the bloated shaft, the other hand kneading his balls. Ted's cock felt completely surrounded by almost intolerable pleasure.
"YAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he bellowed, his back arching, his toes curling painfully inside his shoes. Completely out of control, he reached down and tangled his fingers in Helen's long red hair. He jerked her head toward his loins, at the same time ramming his hips forward.
"Mmmmppphhhhhh," Helen mumbled around her mouthful of suddenly spurting cock. She felt the tip batter against the back of her throat. She knew she was going to gag unless she did something fast. Using a trick Harry had taught her, she opened her throat, letting Ted's prick-tip slide down it, until her nose was finally buried in the wiry nest of his pubic hair.
She had to swallow like mad. Great rushes of scalding, salty sperm jetted into her throat, pouring from the immensely swollen tip of her new lover's cock. Her fingers still kneaded his balls, wringing groans of ecstasy from Ted's gasping mouth. She thrilled to the feel of this new cock, spewing its hot load down her throat. "Ted's cock may be smaller than Harry's," she thought, "but it's the hardest fucking joint I've ever seen! It's gonna feel great up inside my cunt!"
Except that, for a while, it wasn't going to be so hard. Helen could feel Ted's cock already softening in her mouth as the last of his sperm jetted into her steadily working throat. When she felt she'd sucked it dry, she let the shrinking tube escape from the tight prison of her lips. As Ted's cock moved away from her mouth, the couple were obscenely joined for a moment by a long string of cum, stretching from the tip of Ted's prick to Helen's lower lip. Then it broke, trailing down over one bare tit.
"Did you like that?" Helen asked, slowly getting up from her knees.
"Do ducks quack?" Ted replied, his voice still hoarse and shaky. It turned him on, watching Helen wipe his cum from her glistening red lips. His cum! Jesus, this was one hell of a woman!
Helen was already snuggling against him. He felt her big tits mashing against his chest. She kissed him on the mouth. He resisted a moment, knowing her lips were still smeared with his semen, but finally let himself go. Shit, after all, he was the guy who'd been telling Sue she shouldn't be so fucking prissy.
Sue. His wife. Ted finally got around to thinking about his beautiful blonde mate. He'd finally been unfaithful to her. But it was her fault really, wasn't it? If she'd turned on a little earlier, maybe he wouldn't have felt the need to start stalking Helen. As it was, Helen had already done something for him that Sue had never done . .. sucked his cock.
But Ted didn't really need to put any energy into rationalization. The feel of Helen's naked body squirming against him was all the rationalization he needed. If there was any guilt, it was going to have to wait until later.
Helen was already unbuttoning his shirt. Now he could feel nipples against his naked skin. She had him completely stripped in seconds, his pants lying in a shapeless heap around his feet as he kicked his shoes off. "Come on," Helen urged, pulling Ted by the hand into her bedroom. Correction, hers and Harry's. Ted swallowed nervously, wondering what Harry would do to him if he caught them in the act.
The bed caught him behind the knees as Helen pushed him back against it. He fell full length on the mattress. Helen followed immediately, her naked flesh hot against his. "Play with my cunt," she urged him. "Stick your finger up my twat."
Helen's lewd words inflamed Ted. He could already feel life returning to his depleted cock. His hands began to roam over her body, ignoring her cunt for a moment, despite her pleading. He wanted to pay some attention to those magnificent tits. His fingers dug into their soft resilience, kneading the big orbs into new shapes. He played with her nipples, forcing them up into rock-hard little peaks.
"Oh, yes .. . that feels good!" Helen whimpered as Ted clamped greedy lips around her throbbingly erect nipples. She had to admit, once you got this kid started, he knew how to carry the ball all on his own.
Ted buried his head in the deep valley between Helen's tits. He let her breasts mound up on either side of his face, the soft skin warm against his cheeks. "My cunt. . . my cunt!" Helen kept moaning. "Do something about my cunt!"
Ted's right hand slowly worked its way down over the panting woman's softly fluttering belly. He felt the mound of her cunt rise underneath his questing fingers, covered with long soft hair. He began brushing Helen's red pussy hair out of the way, baring the slit beneath, while his mouth remained busy at her tits, sucking her nipples, licking them, changing from one to the other. Now it was Helen's turn to lose control. She writhed and twisted on the bed, spreading her legs, trying to pen her cunt to Ted's approaching fingers.
His middle finger slid into her pussy slit. "Jesus, but you're wet!" he mumbled around a mouthful of tit. His finger was immediately smeared with hot slippery cunt juices. He ran the finger down lower probing at the opening to Helen's pussy hole. He could actually feel fresh gushes of juice flowing out.
Without any more ceremony, he worked his finger slowly up into Helen's cunt. He felt her cunt muscles clamp desperately around his finger. God, but she had a nice cunt! Snug, but not so tight it would be hard getting his cock inside. He liked her big fleshy cunt lips, so much thicker than Sue's finer, smaller buns. Not that he didn't like Sue's. It was just great to sample something else for a change.
Ted fucked his finger steadily in and out of Helen's squirmingly alive cunt. She writhed, twisted, and moaned on the bed. Pussy juice ran into his cupped palm. The exciting odor of hot cunt filled the room.
Ted's cock was once again hardening. He ground the stiffening organ against Helen's smooth thigh. She reached down, seizing it in her fingers, pulling, jerking, pumping on the rubbery shaft. In minutes she had it as hard as before. "Ooohhhhh .. . fuck me! Now fuck me!" Helen moaned.
It was tempting, but so far, since the blow-job, Ted had got nothing from Helen he hadn't already got from his own wife. Before he finally rammed his hungry cock up into her obviously horny cunt, he wanted to do something different. Something he'd never have the nerve to ask Sue to do.
Ted pulled his finger abruptly out of Helen's cunt and started to mount her nude body. "Are you going to fuck me now?" the panting redhead asked breathlessly.
"Yeah . .. but not where you think," Ted growled. He straddled Helen's torso, one knee on either side, high up, so that it looked for a moment as if he was about to shove his cock back in her mouth. Helen wondered if she'd got a man who knew only one way to get it off. A blow-job. She hoped not because her hungry cunt was screaming for attention.
Ted's cock lay, hard and pulsing, right between her tits, hot against her skin. "Push your tits together," Ted ordered her.
"Huh?"
"Like this." And Ted placed her hands on the outer edges of her tits, pressing them inward so that her big jugs squashed tightly together, trapping his cock in between their soft warm fullness. "Now . . . I'm gonna fuck your tits," Ted growled. He began sawing his cock back and forth in the warm fleshy nest. He had to moisten the shaft with a little saliva to make it slippery enough, but then it glided easily.
"Hey ... what about me! At least pay some attention to my cunt," Helen demanded. What Ted's cock was doing between her tits felt good enough, but her pussy throbbed for attention.
Ted leaned backwards, reaching behind him for Helen's cunt. His searching finger slipped easily up into her pussy hole. "Ooohhhh ... yesssss," Helen sighed. "Just keep finger-fucking me," she whimpered.
Wild excitement flooded through Ted's body as he fucked his cock in and out between Helen's tightly pressed-together tits. His finger squished in and out of her cunt behind him. Each time he ground his hips forward, the tip of his cock thrust out of the deep split between Helen's tits, right below her chin. Then, when he pulled back, his cock tip disappeared, once again swallowed up in warm resilient fullness.
Helen's thumbs were busy with her nipples. Her cunt ground up against Ted's impaling finger. She loved the feel of his muscular buttocks pressing down against her body. Both she and Ted grew more and more excited. Ted, because finally he was able to gratify any sexual desire he had. Helen, because she sensed she was going to get fucked soon.
Suddenly Ted jerked his cock out of the warm valley between Helen's breasts. "For God's sake ... I wanna get some cunt wrapped around my prick!" he panted. "You wanna fuck?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Helen sighed. "I want your cock in me. I want it up inside my cunt. I want you to fuck me until you make me howl!"
Eagerly Ted started to scramble down between Helen's lush thighs, but she stopped him. "Wait. .. I've got a better idea," she said in a sultry voice. "Let me fuck you."
Helen urged a very please Ted over onto his back. He lay flat, his swollen prick jutting up from his body like a fleshy stake. Now it was Helen's turn to straddle him. He was pleased. How nice to have a woman take the initiative for once. He stared up at her, at her beauty, her big tits, swooping out from her ribcage. But most of all at the thick-lipped gash of her pussy gleaming wetly from behind its fringe of curly red hair.
Helen positioned her cunt right above the helmet-shaped tip of Ted's cock. She pried her pussy lips apart with her fingers, then let them snap wetly around the head of Ted's cock as she lowered her ass a little.
Ted thought she'd probably like to start slowly, get used to his cock. But Helen started hammering her hips downward, impaling herself on Ted's stiff rod. "Jeeezuuus Cheerist!" he moaned as he felt his prick being enveloped by hot wet pussy flesh. He was glad Helen had already sucked him off once, because he knew, if he hadn't come already, he'd have shot off before his cock was all the way into Helen's cunt. It felt that good.
Helen's ass cheeks finally settled against his thighs. Her cunt had completely swallowed his prick. She sat still for a moment, smiling down at the man who's prick now filled her cunt. She flexed her pussy muscles, squeezing Ted's trapped prick.
"Now, buster," she said in her bedroom voice. "Get ready for one hell of a ride."
Still smiling, Helen slowly raised her ass.
"Uuunnggghhh!" Ted moaned as her cunt, still holding tightly to his prick, slid slowly up the full length of the aching shaft, until only the tip was still inside her tight wet pussy channel.
"Ready?" she asked the moaning young man beneath her. He nodded mutely.
Wham! Helen slammed her ass downward. Her cunt slithered the full length of Ted's throbbing tool. He felt the far end of her pussy bang against the tip of his prick. Wham ... Wham .. . Wham .. . Helen repeated the motion, driving Ted's prick as far up into her pulsing hole as it would go. Her face began to change, her eyes growing smoky, hot, excited, her mouth half-open, lips a little tense. The last of her composure deserted her. "Ooo-hhhhh," she moaned. "Oooohhhhhh .. . How I love to fuck!"
Ted, staring through a haze of passion, looked up at Helen, his eyes on her big tits as they swayed and bounced, her nipples making little pink circles of motion. His hands dug into her soft ass. He began to guide the motion of her churning body, twisting it a little from side to side, making his cock jerk and twitch up inside her cunt.
"So do I, baby ... so do I!" he muttered as his cum splattered into her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I wonder where they went?" Sue asked, worried. She'd finally missed Ted and Helen.
"Yeah... I wonder too," Harry growled, putting as much doubt in his voice as he could. Though he had a pretty damned good idea where Ted and his wife were. And what they were doing.
He shot a quick glance at Sue. She was flushed and slightly breathless from the dancing. "That's probably the way she looks when she's fucking," he thought. His cock lurched in his pants. This was the time to make his big play. Helen had obviously done her part, getting Ted out of the way. He still hated to think what that meant. But he consoled himself thinking about the wild, uninhibited way Sue had danced. If she fucked anything like she danced, letting Ted get into Helen's pants was a small price to pay.
"I'll bet they went back to the house," Harry said abruptly.
"But why would they do that?"
Harry tried to look grave as he let a long silent moment slip by. "It's kind of hard for me to talk about, but Helen ... well, she kind of plays around now and then. With a good-looking guy like your husband .. . ."
Harry wondered if he had gone a little too far as he saw shocked disbelief register on Sue's face. It wasn't disbelief, really. Rather, it was the sudden forced realization of what was going on around her. She remembered what Helen had said in the ladies' room that night, the way she had dropped her napkin in Ted's lap.
But, no! Ted would never do a thing like that to her! Betray her with another woman!
Then Sue remembered her growing interest in Harry. It was this damned miserable weekend! Everything was all turned upside down! The instinct that had prompted her to resist sharing a cabin with Harry and Helen had been a good one.
"No! I don't believe it!" she said flatly. But she didn't feel any better.
"Whether you believe it or not, I'm going to check it out," Harry replied. "After all, my wife is involved. I'm going back to the cabin. Coming?"
Sue shrugged helplessly. She really didn't want to. But she didn't want to stay all alone at the party, either. Not with this new threat hanging over her head.
Harry and Sue took the same moonlit walk that Ted and Helen had taken just a short while before. Except that Sue was wearing a lot more clothes. Something that Harry hoped to take care of when they got to the cabin. If Helen and the kid weren't there, he'd make a big push to get Sue into bed. If they were there, and they were fucking, he'd work on Sue's sense of revenge.
"They are there!" Sue burst out when they came in sight of the cabin. The lights were on. "Shhhhhhh," Harry warned her as they reached the front door. "I wanna see what's happening."
He pushed the door open softly, entering the living room with Sue behind him, big-eyed and worried-looking. The living room was empty. Then they heard it, from behind the bedroom door, the unmistakable sounds of fucking. Low moans, gasps, whimpers. The squeak of bedsprings.
"There! I told you!" Harry said triumphantly. Jesus, that kid really was in there with Helen, and from the sound of it, he was fucking the hell out of her!
"I don't believe it! It's somebody else!" Sue gasped, fighting to believe her ridiculous words.
With a smirk, Harry dropped to his knees in front of the bedroom door. It was closed, but had one of those big old keyholes like the bathroom doors, like the one Sue had stared through as she spied on Helen and Harry. Harry glanced back at Sue and smiled mischievously.
Harry glued one eye to the hole. He stiffened, then motioned Sue near. "Take a fucking look for yourself!" he hissed, pulling Sue down onto the carpet in front of the door.
The unhappy young wife didn't want to look but didn't seem to be able to stop herself. She put her eye to the hole. It took her a moment to orient herself, but not as long as it had the other time. After all, she knew that room pretty well.
Sue stiffened. "My God!" she whispered in a strained voice. It was Helen all right, there was no mistaking the big redhead as she humped her body wildly above a man's. Sue couldn't quite make out the face of the man, but she didn't need to.
She recognized his cock. It was Ted's.
At the moment, his cock was sliding obscenely in and out of Helen's red-furred cunt. Helen was facing about three-quarters away from Sue, but the kneeling blonde could see her cunt from behind, and Ted's cock lancing straight up into its wet pink folds.
Sue began to wonder why she didn't get up and run into the bedroom, shouting for them to stop fucking. Or at least run out of the house and away from the scene of her betrayal. But she couldn't seem to move.
Sue had never seen another couple fuck before. She kept staring at the way her husband's big cock forced its way up between Helen's thick pussy lips, disappearing into her cunt. She could actually hear the wet sucking sound of pussy flesh clasping tightly around a hard pistoning cock.
And Helen! Sue stared at the other woman as she writhed and twisted sensuously above Ted. Sue wondered if she herself looked the same way when she fucked. Helen looked wonderful! Her head was whipping from side to side, giving Sue glimpses of her face, which was flushed, full, alive, sensuous.
Sue watched Helen's big tits shake and quiver. She saw Ted reach up and fondle the big globes, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She wondered what it felt like, to touch another woman's tits.
Suddenly she felt hands on her own tits. She twisted her head around frantically, to see Harry's grinning face just behind hers. He was kneeling behind her, his bulk pinning her to the door, his arms reaching around her so that he could reach her tits.
"Stop it!" Sue hissed in horror and anger. She tried to twist away from Harry's unwanted hands on her tits, but with him behind her, the only way to go was forward. Into the bedroom, where Ted and Helen were fucking. Sue knew she couldn't do that. Somehow, she knew she'd feel guilty if she broke on in on the other couple's illicit lovemaking.
"I said stop it!" she whispered fiercely to Harry, then clamped her mouth shut, afraid that Ted and Helen might hear her.
"Not a chance, baby," Harry growled. "Your old man's in there with my wife, fucking the hell out of her. It's only fair that I get a chance to check out his old lady. Unless you want me to got in there and beat the shit out of the bastard."
No, Sue definitely didn't want that. She was angry with Ted, yes, but she didn't want to see him get in a fight. A nagging sense of guilt told her that she was at least partly responsible for what was happening in the other room. If she hadn't waited so long to give Ted the sexual satisfaction he so obviously needed, this might never have happened. Still, the son-of-a-bitch could have been a little more discreet!
While Sue was trying to figure out what to do, Harry's hands were busy with her tits. Unwanted or not, his handwork was beginning to have an effect. Sue's nipples hardened a little, pushing against her bra. Harry's massaging fingers found them and trapped the firm little buds between thumb and forefinger.
"Please! No!" Sue tried again. But to no avail. She began to realize what Harry was doing to her sensitive nipples felt awfully good. She shouldn't let it, but it did. "And why not let it?" she suddenly thought. After all, her husband, Ted, was fucking another woman only a few feet away. Wasn't it just that another man should be paying attention to her?
Sue remembered how she had slowly been becoming attracted to Harry, despite his crude mannerisms. This really was a weird situation, spying through a keyhole while her husband's cock was buried in Harry's wife's juicy cunt. Some of the perverse excitement she'd felt when she spied on Helen sucking off Harry the night before came back to her, intensified by what Harry was doing to her now-throbbing tits.
"You really should stop that," she murmured back over her shoulder. But there wasn't much conviction in her voice. Harry picked up the change. An evil leer tugged at his lips. He had to hand it to Helen, she really knew hot to set things up. This little blonde bitch was obviously turning on as she watched Helen fuck her old man from above.
Well... he'd do the same to Sue. Harry had always had a sixth sense of when a woman was going to take the fall. Sue was ripe. He was going to plow ahead until she had a cuntful of his big cock.
Harry decided to take a chance. Leaving one hand working over Sue's tits, he reached around behind, sliding his hand up underneath the thin sweater she was wearing. His fingers found the clasp to her bra. It wasn't easy, but he managed to get it undone one-handed. Sue squirmed and wriggled a little, acting like she might try to break free at any moment.
But she didn't. When the bra was loose, Harry reached around front again, working both hands up underneath the bra, pushing it up high, completely free of Sue's tits.
"Mmmmmmmm ... nice!" Harry murmured as his hands cupped around Sue's naked tits. He felt her nipples harden even more. He caught them in the spaces between his fingers, pinching them gently as he kneaded her big jugs. Fucking nice tits! Harry like the way they fit his hands, not quite as big as Helen's tits, but fucking big enough! He squeezed and fondled, pushing Sue's sweater up higher and higher, until her tits were completely bare, easy for his groping fingers to reach.
Sue, out of a sense of decency, tried to hold down her suddenly harsh breathing. Harry's hands felt wonderful on her tits, but she hated to let him know. However, she couldn't hide the sudden little tremors that shook her body whenever he did something particularly exciting to her nipples.
She knew her cunt was getting wet. She could feel steamy heat building between her thighs. Only part of her excitement was from what Harry was doing to her tits. It turned her on just as much to watch Helen and Ted fucking in the other room.
Sue began to learn something about the nature of jealousy. True jealousy is a fear of losing something, of being left out, abandoned. She sensed that if she were merely watching the other couple fuck, all by herself, she would be intensely jealous. But with Harry making her tits feel good as she watched, Sue found the scene through the keyhole wildly exciting.
She tried to remember what Ted's cock felt like going up inside her cunt as she watched it glide in and out of Helen's big cunt. Did it feel the same to Helen? And what was Ted thinking about as he caressed Helen's big tits?
Oh, God, what was she thinking about as Harry started kissing the back of her neck? Sue's flesh broke out in goose bumps. Her thighs started to quiver.
Then she felt one of Harry's hands leave her tits and glide around behind her, moving down over her ass. She wasn't sure what he intended to do until he raised her skirt and thrust his hand up between her thighs from behind.
He was going for her cunt!
"No! We better not! That's too much!" Sue whimpered, trying to move her ass out of the way. But Harry held her tightly in place with his knees as he jammed his hand in further between her soft thighs.
One of his knees wormed its way in between her legs, forcing them apart. His hand found the smooth nylon of her panties, moving into position in the crotch. "Jesus! You're like a fucking swamp down there!" he hissed as his fingers pressed demandingly against the soft, nylon-covered mound of Sue's steaming cunt. Her panties were so thoroughly soaked with cunt juice that they felt like a sponge.
Harry's blunt statement humiliated Sue. Here she'd been trying to pretend nothing much was happening, and Harry had found the hot, fragrant evidence to the contrary. How could she beg him to stop now, when he knew how much his fondling of her tits had turned her on?
Harry had no intention of stopping. He began rubbing Sue's cunt through the crotchband of her panties. He felt her body quiver with pleasure as he pushed the smooth wet material deep into her aroused pussy slit. He could feel her clit through the thin material and began rubbing it, scratching his fingernail lightly over the nylon.
"Mmmmmnnnn," Sue whimpered, biting her lip to keep from moaning loudly enough to alert Ted and Helen. She now felt too limp and stunned with pleasure to fight back. Harry's fingers against her cunt felt even better than the ones still working at her nipples.
She knew she was lost when she felt his questing finger slip up underneath the legband of her panties. "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned softly as the finger sank deep into her seething slit.
Harry knew the battle was won when Sue, on her own, spread her knees as far as she could. Her cunt was now wide open to his probing finger. He quickly rubbed her pussy slit, lightly flicking the taut nub of her clit.
But he had another goal in mind. He slipped his finger farther down the slick trench, until he found the softly pulsing opening to Sue's cunt. He started working it up inside the snug little hole. "Tight as hell!" he grunted as he felt the sphincter muscles clamp around his finger, either out of eagerness or out of fear.
"Oooohhhh," Sue moaned again, a little more loudly this time as Harry started to finger-fuck her cunt. She was suddenly afraid Ted and Helen might have heard. She stared intently through the keyhole.
But it was hard to see. She felt as if she was trying to stare through a heavy fog. Harry's finger up her cunt was overpowering. But at last she made out the duo on the bed, still fucking, Helen slamming her ass more and more wildly up and down, her cunt racing the full length of Ted's swollen cock. They were too intent on their own illicit fucking to hear anything quieter than a hand grenade.
Sue gave up pretending. She started ramming her ass back against Harry's impaling finger. She loved the feel of it up inside her cunt. She grabbed the one hand still working on her tits, pulling it fiercely down against the throbbing mound.
Sue's uninhibited panting and whimpering told Harry all he needed to know. This proud little bitch was now his to do with as he wanted. He started tugging her sweater and bra up over her head. Sue cooperated, pulling the twisted garments free, leaving herself naked above the waist. Harry took a moment, with his free hand, to greedily explore the whimpering girl's naked tits. He reveled in their soft roundness, in the hardness of her turgid little nipples.
Then the skirt came off over her head, leaving only the panties. They presented a little greater problem, because with Sue kneeling, they would be hard to work down over her legs. And Harry didn't want to let the girl up. He had her right where he wanted her and he intended to keep her there.
In his characteristic fashion, he solved the problem by tearing the panties from Sue's hips, ripping them to shreds. Sue winced as the strong leg bands dug into her skin. How exciting to be naked, Sue thought, crouching like a thief, spying through a keyhole, watching her husband fucking another woman while the woman's husband finger-fucked her from behind.
Sue's cunt was easy to get at now. She spread her knees a little further apart and shoved her ass lewdly backward, making her cunt an easy target for a new assault by Harry's fingers. He shoved two of them up her twat this time. Sue gasped as she felt the increased thickness pry her pussy lips apart. It almost hurt.
Then she forgot the pain as she writhed and twisted in ecstasy, grinding her cunt back against Harry's hand. She heard the rustle of cloth, the clink of a belt buckle, and realized Harry must be doing some one-handed undressing. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. Sue moaned in frustration, but a moment later she felt Harry's naked body crowd against her from behind.
"Here ... I got something nice for you, baby," Harry panted into her ear.
Sue felt something long and hot and fleshy bang and jounce against the backs of her thighs. God, Harry's cock! He meant to fuck her, right here, only yards from Helen and Ted!
Well, why not? The couple in the other room were too wrapped up in their own fun and games to notice anything else, short of the Last Judgment. And it was only just. They were getting theirs, she and Harry would do the same.
Sue shoved her ass backward, presenting her cunt to Harry's approaching cock. She felt something press against her pussy lips, trying to force its way in between them. It should by rights be the tip of Harry's prick, but somehow it felt wrong.
Sue groped around behind her, until her hand finally wrapped questioningly around the object pressing at her from his behind. Sue gasped. It was a cock all right, but bigger than she'd ever imagined a cock could be. It was huge!
"I... I don't know," Sue whimpered dubiously. "D-Do you think it'll fit up inside me?"
"Baby .. . you'd be surprised what a cunt'll take," Harry grunted. "You just leave it up to me."
He didn't tell Sue he was a little worried too. He'd been fucking his cock into Helen's elastic cunt for so long that he'd forgotten about tight little pussy holes like Sue's. It was going to be a hell of a squeeze. But damned if he'd quit now, not while this gorgeous little piece of tail was crouched naked on the carpet in front of him.
Harry ran his hands hotly over Sue's naked body, for one last appreciative feel before he fucked her. Then he reached down and opened her tightly folded pussy lips with his fingers. His impossibly broad cock tip followed, sliding in toward the opening of Sue's pussy. Unfortunately, as soon as she felt how poorly matched her cunt was to the size of Harry mammoth shaft, Sue tensed up.
Harry shoved. The tip of his cock flattened against the fear-tightened opening to Sue's cunt. Nothing gave, except more of Sue's nerves. "Uuunnnggghhhh," she grunted. "Please . .. don't try it. It's going to hurt!"
Harry was really sweating now. Was he going to be able to get it in? He spit on his fingers, then smeared the saliva over the tip of his cock, lubricating it. He shoved again. The tip of his cock popped about an inch up into Sue's cunt, then stopped dead, as if it had met a brick wall.
"Aaaauuuggghhh .. . uuunnggghhh . .. stop! It hurts!" Sue whimpered, trying to scramble forward. But the door was in the way.
"Relax, for God's sake!" Harry hissed. On a sudden impulse, he pinched Sue's ass painfully. She jumped with this unexpected new pain, for just a second her cuntal muscles relaxing.
Schloop! Harry's cock slid the rest of the way up into Sue's cunt. She held still, too frozen to move. She expected intolerable agony, but to her surprise, felt only the immense presence of Harry's monster cock, filling her cunt like it had never been filled before.
She experimentally moved her cunt forward. Harry's cock slid a little way out of her snatch. She almost fainted with the ecstasy of feeling his huge joint made inside her cunt.
"Mmmnnnn . . . ooohhh . . . yessss," she moaned, wriggling her ass. "I'm getting used to it. T-Try fucking it in and out... Ooohhh, it feels so gooood!" she whimpered as Harry began rocking his hips slowly back and forth, making his cock move in slow smooth inch-long strokes.
As Sue's happy cunt slowly opened up, Harry began lengthening his cock-strokes up into her hot, wet tightness. His cock glowed and throbbed. He hadn't been into a snug little box like this since his high school days. Jesus, it was going to take all the will power he had to not shoot off immediately!
Sue grabbed hold of the door handle, bracing herself as Harry's loins began to bang more aggressively against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She peered eagerly in through the keyhole, anxious to see what was happening between Helen and Ted while she herself was getting her cunt reamed by Harry's big tool.
The panting young wife could tell that Ted and Helen had almost reached the end of their marathon fuck. Helen had her ass splayed flat against Ted's loins. She was jerking it back and forth, her ass sliding in her own pussy juices which coated Ted's thighs. Sue wondered how that must feel to Helen. She could imagine what Ted's cock was doing up inside Helen's cunt, twitching and jerking back and forth.
"Oooohhhhh, Ted!" Helen cried out loudly. "Shove it in hard! "I... I'm going to come!"
Ted helped by seizing Helen's hips with his powerful hands. He helped jerk her hips back and forth, at the same time thrusting his loins upward. Sue realized every inch of his cock must be reaching deep, deep into Helen's cunt.
"Aaaaaiiiyyyy!" Helen wailed. Her body arched backward, her arms waving out to the side. Helen bent back so far that Sue found herself staring at the other woman's upside-down face. She watched Helen's big tits jerk and quiver as the climaxing redhead writhed wildly in the grip of her orgasm.
As she stared through the keyhole, half out of her mind with the ecstasy of Harry's cock pounding up into her cunt from behind, Sue accidentally turned the doorknob. Just then, Harry lunged forward with a particularly powerful cock thrust up into her cunt. Sue was jolted forward against the door, which crashed open. She teetered for a moment, then fell forward onto the bedroom floor, naked, an equally naked Harry riding her down, his cock still buried up inside her cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ted leaped off the bed like a scalded cat, rolling Helen's limp, still-quivering body aside. When the door crashed open, he assumed that it was Harry, come to exact vengeance.
It was indeed Harry, but he had company. And the vengeance was already being exacted. Ted stared down in disbelief as Harry pulled the dazed Sue back up on her hands and knees and calmly continued fucking into her pussy from behind.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ted roared, when he finally decided that the naked girl impaled on the end of Harry's cock was indeed his blonde young wife.
Sue's eyes cleared. "Oh, my God!" she wailed when she fully realized what had happened. "Harry . . . stop it. .. for God's sake, let me up!" she pleaded. But Harry held firmly onto her ass, his cock sluicing noisily in and out of her blonde-fringed cunt.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Ted howled, starting toward Harry with murderous intent, but Helen quickly grabbed him from behind.
"Now, now. . . you're hardly one to be throwing stones," she said firmly, reaching down and patting the young husband's rigid cock, still wet and shiny with her orgasmic juices.
Ted stopped in mid-stride. Harry was staring him straight in the eye, never stopping his powerful thrusts up into Sue's clinging pussy flesh. Harry's eyes seemed to be saying: "Watch yourself, sonny-boy, or you'll be looking for a job."
That kind of mute language Ted could understand. He gulped, trying to swallow his anger. He only partly succeeded, by channeling his rage and humiliation away from Harry, pouring it down onto the head of his cringing, frightened young wife.
"So, bitch . . . your Goddamned holier-than-thou attitude was nothing but a fake!" he bellowed. "You've been sneaking around behind my back all the time!"
"No! No, Ted, I swear it! This ... This is the first time anything like this has ever happened! When I saw you and Helen in there, I...."
"That's right, Ted, baby," Harry smirked. "What's good for the gander is good for the goose."
Ted ground his teeth as he watched Harry's loins chug steadily forward, driving his cock up into territory that until today had been his alone. He turned back to Sue. "All right, cunt... an eye for an eye," he ground out. "But from now on, anything I say about sex, goes. And beginning right now!"
Without another word, Ted dropped down on his knees in front of Sue. It took only a few strokes of his hand to bring his prick back to full hardness.
"W-what are you going to do?" Sue asked shakily.
"Me? I'm not going to do anything. You are, baby . .. you're going to suck my cock! Now open up!"
Suddenly the tip of Ted's cock was battering against Sue's tensed lips. Tears of humiliation came to her eyes, but she knew, if she wanted to keep her husband, she was going to have to do as he demanded. She opened her lips. Instantly her mouth was full of hard, hot, musky prick. Sue realized the musky taste was the taste of Helen's cunt, where it had so lately been at work.
She gagged as the rubbery prick-tip pressed against the back of her throat. Out of sheer defense, she had to start sucking.
"Uuuunnnggghhh," Ted moaned. "Jesus, I've been waiting for you to do this a long fucking time." What a trip. After years of nothing, he was getting his second blow-job in a night. He looked down at his wife's sweet face, curiously deformed by the sight of his cock jutting from her mouth. He decided he liked her that way.
And a surprise. "Jesus! You can really suck cock!" he blurted in astonishment.
Sue was just as astonished as Ted. To her amazement, she decided she liked sucking cock. Having Harry's prick slamming up into her cunt from behind helped. God, he was going deep! For a moment Sue had the illusion that the cocks of both men were skewering into her so far that they were meeting somewhere in her belly. She felt as if she were suspended in the air, held in place by one long, penetrating prick.
"Aaauuummppphhh," she moaned around Ted's prick. The last vestige of restraint fell from the mind of the now thoroughly-initiated young wife. She began to fuck like a berserk mink. Her hips ground back against Harry's forward-ramming cock. Her lips smacked noisily around the thick shaft Ted had buried in her mouth.
Watching from where she was seated on the edge of the bed, Helen found herself growing hot and excited. What a display! Her finger found her own slit and began pumping steadily against the taut knob of her clit. "Come on, you bastards ... get if off with me!" she panted.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sue watched Helen's finger at work. She had an overpowering curiosity as to how the other woman's cunt would feel. Hot? Wet? Squishy? All three? She had a premonition she would find out before the night was over.
But she had other problems at the moment. Ted's cock was beginning to twitch and jerk inside her mouth. The head was hot and swollen. Suddenly a jet of sperm shot into the back of her throat.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" I'm coming!" Ted roared. "Hear that, Sue baby? I'm shooting my slippery fucking jism into your precious mouth!"
Sue nodded vigorously in an attempt to show Ted she liked it. The motion drove him half-nuts with passion. "Aaaaahhhh! Uunggh!" he moaned loudly. Sue swallowed as fast as she could, her husband's hot slippery cum flowing easily down her throat. Some gushed out where her lips were stretched around his cock-shaft, hanging from her chin in long white ropes.
Harry, seeing Ted getting it off in Sue's mouth, couldn't hold back any longer. "Thar she blows!" he roared. His huge cock started spewing its mighty load up into Sue's pussy.
That was the last straw for Sue. "A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaah!" she moaned, her body spasming as she too started to come. Ted's shrinking cock fell from her mouth, still trailing one last shot of semen.
Ted stared down in awe at his beautiful young wife, writhing like a wanton as Harry poured his cum up into her twat from behind. He heard a choked sob from behind him, and turned in time to see Helen, bent forward, her finger a blur against her clit as she too got off.
By the time he looked around again, Sue had slumped down onto the carpet, exhausted. Harry was leaning back, his huge cock glistening with his and Sue's combined orgasmic juices. Ted wanted to say something to Sue, do something, but Helen beat him to it.
The tall, naked redhead walked forward, bending to help Sue to her feet. "Did the nasty men hurt you, honey?" she asked, smiling. "Let Momma Helen help out."
Helen half-led the younger girl toward the bed. Sue was glowing with feeling, complete, satiated. She let Helen help her lie down on the mattress.
Then to her surprise, the big redhead started kissing her tits, her hands running hotly over her body, obviously heading for her cum-drenched cunt. "Hey! What are you doing?" she yelped.
"Nothing you won't like," Helen panted. "Have you ever stuck your finger up another woman's cunt, Sue baby? I haven't, but I'm about to find out what it's like. Interested?"
Sue's passionate whimper told everyone in the room what her answer was going to be. Ted watched as the two women writhed together on the big bed. One blonde, a little smaller, the other a big lush redhead. His cock began to jerk erect again as he watched Helen's finger slip up into his wife's cunt. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a grinning Harry.
Harry gestured toward the two naked panting women. "We oughta help 'em out, don't you think, kid?"
Ted grinned back at Harry, really liking him. Then the two men moved toward the bed.
