If anyone truly resembled an Amazon, it was Donna Century. Donna was only five-feet-six inches tall, but the lovely blonde was built like the proverbial ceramic defecatorium. She had long, dark-blonde hair, a cherubic face with full cheeks, a small, turned up nose, and full, pouting lips. Her rich brown eyes looked like pools of chocolate in which any man would have willingly drowned. Her body was firm, very firm, as if she had spent her entire life building muscles. The fact was, in her youth she had worked at hard labor in the fields of the mid-west where her husband, Harold Century, had found her. The moment he had seen her huge breasts, pushing braless against the tight white blouse she had been wearing, two monumental boulders tipped with nipples as thick as quarters visible right through the blouse, he was determined to have her. Her waist was solid, her belly slightly round, and her thighs were slender, yet powerful.
Donna was no fool. Unlike the other girls in the Midwest, she knew better than to surrender herself to any man for a night's pleasure in exchange for a few measly dollars. In spite of her parents' admonition that she ought to have accepted Harold Century's initial offer, Donna flatly refused, and as a result, Harold Century was more determined than ever to marry her. This he did, and after bestowing enough money on her parents to keep them in satisfactory retirement for the rest of their lives-provided they continued living as they had-he spirited Donna away to New York, to Queens, to the Whitestone section where he bought her a huge brick colonial mansion and proceeded to allow her to furnish it to her heart's content.
Unfortunately there never seemed any way to satisfy Donna. The more she put into her new home, the more she wanted. As for her husband, Donna soon discovered how inadequate he was. Not only did he have an undersized penis, but his desires were relatively infrequent, which irritated the blonde buxom beauty, and she became more than a little domineering. In less than a year she had Harold totally under her thumb, and Harold Century, multimillionaire, was now no less than a hen-pecked husband. It was a situation he hated, but he knew the only way to change it was to divorce Donna, and to do that meant giving her some fantastic settlement. Harold didn't really want to be divorced from his wife. In spite of everything, he loved the Amazonian golden-haired woman. What he did want was for her to become docile and accept the fact that he was her husband, her lord and master, yet he had no idea about how to go about making her understand this. At least, he had no idea how to go about doing it until the day he walked into Custom Builders.
CHAPTER TWO
Custom Builders was an emporium visited by laymen and construction engineers alike. It supplied a multitude of necessities for the home, including replacement windows, entrance doors, storm and screen windows and doors, inside doors, fences of all kinds, and multitudes of masonry supplies. It was a huge company now, originally out on Long Island, but now spreading to the five boroughs where, because of the energy crisis, replacement windows and doors were of prime importance.
Donna Century had decided all the windows in her brick mansion, all twenty-seven of them, had to be replaced, and so her husband drove her to Utopia Parkway-West, where Custom Builders was located at least where the Queens branch was located. Outside, it was a small store with the letters impressively written into an overhead sign. When one looked through the huge plate glass window, one saw shades and levelor blinds as well as steel doors, and tiny models of different kinds of windows sold by Custom Builders.
The moment Donna walked inside, she was impressed. In the year she had been married to Harold Century she had come to learn about quality, and she instantly saw this particular organization sold only the highest quality. There wasn't any junk.
What impressed Donna even more was the man standing behind the counter at the far end of the store. He was slightly above medium height with brown hair that fell down around his ears. He had a high forehead which, in years to come would get even higher, but it didn't detract from his good looks. His face had that appearance which, without words, seemed to say, "I've seen it all and done it all." This in spite of the fact that the man was probably no older than thirty. His eyes had the same gleam in them Donna had often seen in her own eyes. His nose was short but impressive, and he had a heavy mustache under it which only enhanced the rugged appearance of his jaw. His body was solid, more solid than her husband's.
Donna had seen many a solid body, but this was the first time she had seen intelligence, strength, and an inner perseverance radiating from the same man-a man dressed simply enough in a cotton tee shirt and jeans, and she knew this was the kind of man she liked. What was more, she had every intention of letting him know as much.
In the year she had been married, Donna had been faithful to her husband, but the urge to stray had become greater and greater. However Donna had no intention of sneaking around behind her husband's back. Harold was a worm. He looked like a worm with his glasses and narrow nose and thinning hair. She had such total control over him at this point, she would, without putting it into words, let Harold know she intended having affairs with men she found attractive, as if aware her power over her husband was so great, he wouldn't divorce her.
The man behind the counter smiled as the couple walked in and took a card from the container on the counter and handed it to them. Donna instantly grabbed it and looked at it.
"Mike Ferrizo," she said aloud, smiling.
'That's me!" Mike nodded. "What can I do for you?"
"Windows," Donna replied before her husband was able to open his mouth, and Mike immediately knew just who the boss in this family was.
He eyed Donna carefully, yet with a look of indifference on his face, never once letting on that his cock had already swelled to half-mast and would enlarge even more if he lost control of himself. She was one helluva good-looking woman, but from the way she spoke and behaved it was obvious she was an out-and-out bitch. Mike was surprised her husband took the crap she was dishing out. Hell! If he had anything to do with a bitch like this, he'd let her know in no uncertain terms just who was the boss. Not that he blamed the woman completely. She looked like she needed a good stiff mast crammed into her pussy. Her creepy-looking husband didn't look like the kind of guy able to satisfy a female midget, much less an Amazon like his own wife. Still, the woman had to be shown just who was boss, and Mike had every intention of showing her . . . if she continued looking at him and hinting without actually using words. Hell! Mike Ferrizo had been around. He had done a hitch in the navy and he had met all kinds of women all over the world. He knew there was no such thing as a dominant woman if a man put that woman in her place at the right time.
"We have the Butylview Window," Mike said, coming around from behind the counter and walking over to the display of the vinyl window on the floor. "This is the finest replacement window made. It's guaranteed to keep the cold outside during the winter, and unlike aluminum, it remains unaffected by cold."
He went into his spiel about the superiority of vinyl windows, and by the time he was finished he knew he had a sale. What he didn't know was just how big a sale it would be.
"I'd like you to come out to our home and measure the windows," Donna told him, and the look she gave Mike was more of a dare than a request.
"I have an outside man who can come. . . . "
"I want you!" Donna broke in, and walked up to him, and in front of her husband put her hand on his shoulder, letting it slowly run down his arm.
"I don't go outside," Mike insisted.
"Excuse me," Harold said, breaking in. "Dear, why don't you look at the Venetian blinds while I talk to the gentleman a moment. I'm certain I can convince him to see things your way."
"Very well, Harold," Donna nodded. "See that you do, or I'll lock the bedroom door tonight, with you on the other side."
Mike's eyes narrowed again. This one was a real snotty bitch. Shit! If she were his wife, he'd slam the hell out of her and teach her one helluva damn lesson.
The meek little man took Mike off to the side, and said, "How would you like a thousand dollars, over and above anything you can earn selling stuff here?"
"I don't do anything that'll interfere with my work here," Mike insisted.
"I'm talking about after working hours," the man softly insisted as Mike ushered him behind the counter and through a door leading into the huge warehouse where countless thousands of windows and doors were stored. The smell of the wooden rafters was somewhat musty, and Harold wrinkled his nose as he and Mike walked slowly toward the rear of the warehouse.
"I'm tired after working hours," Mike replied.
"Sure," the man nodded. "I know that, but I'm desperate. Look, I'll make it two thousand."
"Just what am I supposed to do for this two grand?" Mike asked.
"Until now, my wife has been faithful," Harold explained. "But I can tell from the way she's been acting that she's all set to step out on me with God-only-knows how many other men. I want it stopped before it starts. I figure if she steps out with a man like you the first time, you can really put her in her place and have her begging to come back to me. She'll be more than happy to become docile and do as I say."
"What the hell are you saying, that you want me to fuck your wife?" Mike asked.
"In the vulgar vernacular, that's precisely what I'm saying, provided you can do it in such a way she'll not only be worn out, but hate you and men like you forever."
Mike smiled at him and took out a Marlboro. Lighting up, he offered a cigarette to Harold who accepted, also lighting up.
"It'll cost you five grand," Mike said, expecting Harold to back out.
"Deal!" Harold nodded, surprising Mike. "I'll set it up so the two of you are alone, and you take it from there."
Mike Ferrizo was taken totally by surprise. Hell! Not that he wouldn't have liked to shtoop the lovely blonde. But somehow it seemed weird being hired by the woman's husband to do it. Even more surprising was the man taking out his wallet and peeling off hundred dollar bills, giving Mike twenty-five of them, saying, "That's half. You get the rest when I get a nice docile wife."
The two men walked back into the showroom where
Donna was looking at some woven wood shades. She turned to face the two men, tapping her foot on the filed floor, saying, "Well?"
"Mr. Ferrizo has agreed to come out and do the window measuring, personally," Harold nodded. "Dear, you pick out the style of window you prefer. I'm going across the street to the discount store and get some antacid tablets."
"Certainly, darling," Donna nodded, overjoyed for the opportunity to be alone with Mike.
Mike saw the glint in her eye and knew she was going to come on to him. He also knew there was no time like the present to initiate this bitch into learning that when she was with him, he was boss.
"Take your time," Mike called after Harold Century. "I can see your wife is interested in the woven wood shades, and she'll probably be a good half hour or more picking some out."
Harold merely waved as he left the store, and Donna turned to Mike and said, "You're a perceptive one, aren't you."
"Pardon?" Mike asked.
"Don't be coy with me," Donna snapped. "I've had my fill of coy men, especially that milksop husband of mine. I'm looking for a man, a real man, and you look like you might be him."
"Mrs. Century, I don't know what you're talking about," Mike said quietly. "All I do is sell the products you see in this store."
"Right now I'm not talking about selling," Donna insisted. "What I'm talking about is given away, free of charge."
"I don't give anything away," Mike insisted.
"I'm not talking about you giving anything away. I'm talking about me giving something away . . . to you."
Mike's eyes narrowed as he stared at the blonde woman. He came around from behind the counter and walked over to her, saying, "I don't dig teasing. If that's your game, I'm tellin' you right now, I'll kick your lovely ass from here to the corner-naked, if you're a cock tease."
'That's direct and to the point," Donna replied, her voice still cold. "Now suppose I lay down the ground rules. My husband will be gone for a half hour, and I want you to take me somewhere comfy and.. . . "
"And do whatever the hell I want," Mike snapped. "Let's cut the shit, Mrs. Century."
"D-Donna," she said, her face whitening a little as she realized she had encountered a man who would not simply knuckle under to her the way her husband had done for the past year.
"Fine, Donna," he smirked. "You wanna be fucked by me?"
"Y-yes," she nodded.
"Great. Then we fuck my way. You fuck the way I tell you to fuck. You do anything and everything I tell you. Now the first thing you do is you go into the bathroom over there and wash that pussy and asshole of yours. After all, I might have some use for that, as well."
"My rectum?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Don't question me," Mike snapped. "Just do it do it now. You got five minutes to wash that whole area and come out."
Donna went into the tiny bathroom cubicle, a tiled room that was airless save for a vent on top. The dim yellow light barely let her see herself as she slipped off her panties and proceeded to wash her nether parts with the soap she found above the wash basin. When she finished washing, she had to use paper towels to-dry herself off.
Not bothering to put her panties back on, Donna emerged from the bathroom in time to see Mike putting up a BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES sign.
"Follow me," Mike insisted, leading her into the back warehouse where he had taken her husband earlier.
Donna followed, not knowing whether she liked the idea of being so subservient to a man. The woodsy metallic musty smell of the place filled her nostrils as Mike led her to the left, to a door built into the wall. He opened the door to reveal a flight of steps and Donna realized there was an attic above. Two sides were still open, and she was able to see things stored up there. But two sides had been blocked off with makeshift walls. The stairwell was dark, but Mike grasped her hand and dragged her up. When they reached the top, he led her to the nearest closed-in section where he turned on a light. There was a pile of old mattresses there, left by a former tenant.
"On quiet afternoons, when there's no one in the store, I come up here and take a nap," Mike confided. "I ain't never fucked a woman on these mattresses. You'll be the first one."
"I suppose I should consider it an honor," Donna shrugged.
"Lady, what you're gonna get is gonna be the most honorable cock in creation. You're gonna get it when I say and where I say. Now if you had any sense, after you finished washing your ass, you didn't bother put-tin' your panties back on. So hike up that yellow dress of yours and let me get a good look at your pink ass. I wanna see those rounded cheeks in all their glory."
For a long moment Donna remained perfectly still. She knew if she made this initial commitment there would be no turning back. She had thought about cheating on her husband again and again, certain it would be easy when the time came. Now, for the first time, she was a little frightened. The man was overpowering, much more so than her husband. Had she married a man like this she would never have considered cheating on him for a moment. Mike Ferrizo was the kind of man who wouldn't stand for his wife cheating. She was confused at the moment. If she didn't do as he ordered, Donna knew full well she might never have the courage to seek out any other man, which meant she would be stuck with her husband's cock for the rest of her life. The cloying thought made her shudder and her brain trembled with horror. There had to be something better than her husband, and here was her chance to find out. After all, there was already a bulge in the front of the man's trousers.
What Donna didn't notice was the bulge in the back pocket of the man's trousers where he had stashed the roll of bills her husband had given him. Had Donna known her husband was in on this plot, she would have run screaming from the store.
The blonde Amazon decided she had to go through with this. Turning around, she pulled up the long lower half of her yellow autumn dress and bunched it around her waist.
The long, low appreciative whistle from Mike made her color. Her husband had always taken her for granted, and though he had often shown how much he appreciated her, he was not the kind of man to throw verbal compliments at her. "Bend over!" Mike ordered. Donna felt fear for the first time since leaving her father's house. Her dad had been the only man she had feared, basically because he was the only man she had never been able to seduce. It took a lot of willpower on her part not to cry.
"Now that's what I call an ass," Mike complimented. "A little bigger than it should be, but still, quite an ass. Immodest, brazen, ribald, lascivious, salacious, and profligate in every way, unquestionably one of the finest asses I've ever seen. If I were a sculptor I'd forever preserve it in marble."
He began stroking her buttocks, making her shudder, his hands caressing her silk-skinned smoothness, his fingers digging into the elastic malleability of her hind cheeks, clutching the two spheres with his hands. Despite her fear, a wild glow began growing in Donna. She began feeling what she had hoped she would feel when she had started all this. It was going to be all right, after all. Yes, everything was going to be fine.
'Tell me," Mike asked, "did your husband ever count those soft, downy little golden hairs all over that wonderful bottom of yours?"
He slipped a hand between the ovoid moons of her buttocks, rubbing it deep into the dark crevice, and the lovely girl's entire body began quivering uncontrollably. Mike smiled to himself, noticing it immediately. He hadn't lost his touch with these cunts, yet.
"Hey you're really starting to get hot how, aren't you!" Mike teased.
"Well why the hell did you think I came on to you!" Donna all but snorted. "I'm looking for a real man."
Mike laughed out loud and crooked a finger until it touched the lovely blonde's swelling cuntlips as his knuckles pressed against the lower slopes of her bottom. He was rewarded with a quiver and a sigh along with a shivery ripple in the cheeks of her behind. He laughed louder and longer, then said, "We're wasting time, honey. Off with the dress."
Without stopping to think, Donna straightened up, reached for the zipper at the top of her dress, and pulled it down. She stepped out of it, letting it pool around her feet on the paper strewn floor of the attic. Cool autumn air from the open overhanging door below swept in and rushed across the sensitive flesh that rippled with exposure. Her nipples began swelling inside her bra cups as she felt stronger and stronger tactile sensation, and her own palms were suddenly pressing flatly against them.
Mike wasted no time, undoing her bra snaps and pulling it off, as well. Now she was able to look down the bare front of her body and see the sparse hairs covering her pubic mound-hairs on the lower part of her slightly rounded belly as well as on the upper crescent of her vagina. Was it possible that this was actually happening at last?
Sounds coming from behind her caused her to look over her shoulder and she quivered as she realized Mike was hastily shedding his clothing. In no time he was out of his outer clothes, then his underwear, and finally he stood there clad only in his socks and heavy shoes, his cock still only semi-erect and swaying meatily with his body movements.
Donna cleared her throat as she stared at it. Her lips were dry and her gullet felt constricted at the moment. God! Look at it! Only semi-erect and it was a good three inches longer than anything her husband sported when Harold was fully erect. It never occurred to her a cock was capable of growing so long and so thick. In fact, its thickness was nearly twice that of her husband's. Come to think of it, the cock, still semi-hard, dangling as it did, was almost as thick as her wrist. If she had any sense she would have nothing to do with it. A cock like that would only cause her pain when it stretched her. But her body wasn't taking orders from her mind any longer. In fact, her mind was no longer paying attention to itself. A dampness was welling up in the center of her sucking pussy, wetting down her inner walls and relaxing the delicately sensitive and springy lips of her barely used cunt. Though married a year, and though in great need of orgasms now that she had discovered how they felt, her husband was almost always too busy to fuck her when she needed it most. Her cunt was still unstretched.
Donna was taken totally by surprise when Mike's palm suddenly and unexpectedly came down with stinging force on her naked right buttock. The abruptness of it added to the unexpectedness made the lovely blonde Amazon yelp. Mike only laughed. He found a three-legged wooden stool, sat on it, then made her bend across his lap, forcing her bare bottom to swell up and out all over again as his hand massaged first one gluteal orb, then the other.
"When was the last time you had a good old-fashioned spanking?" he asked.
"N-never," Donna whimpered. "My dad didn't believe in physical punishment."
'Too bad!" Mike laughed, and proceeded to wallop her buttocks hard. 'This is great for the circulation . . . " he told her, accentuating each slam with biting force. "I'll bet your old man was a stiff-necked prude. Otherwise he would've spanked you. Any man looking at this ass would wanna spank it."
"My father wasn't like that at all," Donna insisted. "He was a gentleman."
"Ain't nothin' gentle about what I'm gonna do t'you, honey," he told her. "One stiff cock coming up for one juicy cunt-chamber."
For the first time since she was alone with a man Donna knew fear. She squeezed her eyelids tightly shut to prevent tears from falling, realizing she had let herself in for much more than that for which she had bargained. It occurred to her that any audible crying on her part would only excite the man that much more. This incredible thing was going to happen to her, and nothing she said or did was going to save her. She was going to be violated, but then she had expected that much. What she hadn't expected was the violent way in which it was happening. She had wanted to be fucked by a real man, but it had never occurred to her a real man would insist on taking the initiative. That was precisely what was happening, right now. Yet through all this apprehension she felt a wild sense of arousal she had never known with her husband.
The lewd presence of this man was exciting her far beyond belief. It was enough to make her wonder about her own inner nature. Where was all that cool dignity she had always considered an integral part of her personality? Even when in the throes of orgasm with her husband she always managed to climax silently, in a dignified way. But she knew things were going to be different, now.
From the corner of her eye she saw Mike raise his hand again and shut her eyes, waiting for the blow to fall on her upturned butt. It never came. Instead, he began softly caressing the reddened mounds of her behind, and this was even more horrible since it stirred the blood in her and made her shudder as heat burned in her buttocks, but without numbness.
Hanging down as she did, Donna was able to see the thick length of the throbbing penis as it slowly continued stiffening. Even his balls were heavier than those of her husband, letting Donna know that when this man came, he would probably fill her with a fountain of sperm.
Abruptly, Mike pulled the blonde woman from his lap and made her stand in front of him.
"Spread your thighs!" he ordered.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Donna asked, looking at the mattresses he had yet to use.
He pinched her buttocks and said, "Don't answer a command with a question. Just do as you're told. Do it now!"
She parted her thighs while standing in front of him, aware his face was on a direct level with her vagina, the way he was sitting. It never occurred to her he would orally stimulate her down there. Her husband had never done anything other than missionary fucking, and as a result Donna wsa totally unfamiliar with anything else.
His hands gripped her buttocks and he pulled her forward, off-balance, and she gripped his head with her hands to keep herself from falling. As a result she shuddered as she pressed down on his skull and realized his face was sinking into the soft morass of rich pink hidden beneath the sparse curls on her pelvis. His lips kissed her vaginal labia again and again, kissing hard as his tongue leaped into her sodden cleft while his warm breath washed all over the shuddering pussy. His hands dug into her buttocks as his working mouth continued slurping away, savoring the tastiness of her womanly flesh.
Mike was pleased with the way she had washed herself. Had she not done a good-enough job, he would have whipped the hell out of her. Because he constantly kept himself clean, he insisted any woman he fuck have a pussy so clean he would be able to eat from it. In fact, that was precisely what he was doing, right now.
Donna was totally shaken up by what was happening. She had never known such luxuriant feeling. Thrill followed thrill as her body violently trembled, totally out of control. She pushed his head away, stumbled backward, and suddenly felt herself falling on the pile of mattresses behind her. Arousal flared through her as never before, letting her know she was vibrantly on fire. Her aching body was uncontrollably warm and flaming need was building in the feminine cauldron between her tantalizingly round thighs as she modestly covered her pussy with her hands. Mike grinned at her, and the grin stoked the flames inside her as the heavy penis between his thighs continued slowly thickening and growing.
Mike rose from the stool and move toward her. He reached down, his hands toying with the full, bare white breasts, breasts centered with circles of chocolate, each circle in turn centered by a nipple as thick as a pre-World War II nickel Tootsie Roll. He tugged on the rubbery extensions for quite some time, then just as suddenly, let go.
"God that felt good!" she gasped.
"I know something that feels even better," he laughed, and standing and grabbing her hair in his hands, made her sit up as he tugged her face close to him, jamming her forehead against his hairy belly. Her nostrils twitched as she immediately smelled his masculine scent. It was an aroma she found irresistible, feeling more aroused by it than ever. As a result she felt her inner turmoil increasing as her eyes rested on the huge, thick purple-headed penis, now fully swollen, shining from the secretions oozing from it. She suddenly realized the magenta tip was mere inches from her pursed lips.
Good God! Just what did this man have in mind? Surely he didn't expect her to suck on that thing? Ecch! Had her husband suggested something like this, she would have locked him out of the bedroom permanently.
Mike's hand knotted strongly in the fluffy blonde hair on Donna's head as he tugged her face even closer to his upright cock.
"Suck it!" he ordered. He shoved her pursed lips lower and snapped, "Don't try chickening out on me now. Suck that cock, baby, and do it like you love it, 'cause if you don't I'll whale the shit outta you!"
"No!" she gasped.
"I want that cock inside your mouth. Open wide and say Ah!"
His words repelled Donna, and the idea made her feel even sicker. She hesitated. This was something for which she hadn't bargained. He suddenly jerked her hair very roughly, making the Amazonian woman cry out in pain. "Don't!" she whimpered.
"Suck my cock when I tell you to do it, bitch!" he said, softly.
Terrified, afraid of the man now, yet even more afraid to end all this, Donna slowly reached up with her right hand and gripped the hot, hard staff of cock. God! Her husband's cock had never gotten this hot. What was more, it had never been anywhere near this thick. She slowly directed her mouth toward it, kissing it gingerly, lightly as she inhaled the strong masculine odor. She moved her tantalizing mouth down toward the smooth penile tip and let it play against her lips. Then she deliberately ran her closed lips against the solid length of the organ, smearing it with her lipstick. Despite her fear of the man's roughness she suddenly found herself becoming excited by this horrible thing. She realized domination had been totally wrested from her, and by her doing this, she was acquiescing to his control over her.
"You're-learning," Mike nodded. "Just do what, comes naturally, honey, that's all."
Donna put her partly open mouth against the tip of his pulsing prick and allowed the rubbery point to slowly slither between her lips, washing the organ with her saliva. She sucked at it very gently, noting how her lipstick was becoming more and more smeared, but also noting it was getting thinner and thinner. The head of his lavender glans seemed to grow and throb that much more as she rubbed her tongue against the underside. Donna was aware of a shudder coursing through Mike's loins.
"You know something, bitch!" he laughed. "Given time, you'd turn into quite an adequate cocksucker." His hand in her hair slowly relaxed.
Without intending to, Donna swallowed more of the throbbing cock, feeling its amazing thickness stretch her mouth, unable to believe what it was doing. As the head pushed into her gullet she thought he would surely back away and was stunned to feel him continue pushing forward, sinking the heavy cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She knew she ought to object, yet somehow was unable to do so. The thickness was making her gag and choke, and she found herself breathing with difficulty. The weighty cock was really considerably more than she was capable of accommodating, yet she continued moving her mouth forward until she realized, almost with a sense of pride, that her lips were pressing against the man's hairy pelvis. She sucked and gulped and clamped her mouth that much more tightly around the throbbing organ, and then slowly, naturally, she began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking wildly, uncontrollably, feeling the already thick cock increase in rigidity. Each time her head pulled back, she found herself automatically teasing the throbbing head with the edges of her teeth, and she realized she was actually enjoying what she was doing. She moved her tongue from side to side trying to make more room for the fleshy monster invading her mouth, and as a result she was licking the underside with a great amount of vigor.
It suddenly occurred to Donna that in this way she was once again regaining a semblance of power she had previously had, for as long as she kept this cock in her mouth, this man was under her control. As a result she gloried in her female power, knowing there was no way this man was going to pull his cock from her mouth until she agreed to it.
Her head bobbed back and forth, but only two-thirds of the weighty organ slid into her mouth now. From time to time she would absorb the full length of it as if letting the man know of what she was capable, if she chose to permit it. The heavy penis pulsated in her mouth as she struggled for breath, and the tip of the organ was now once again jamming itself into her gullet, forcing its way deeper and deeper, sinking into the center of her esophagus.
Donna sucked all the harder now, bobbing her head back and forth along the full length of the solid shaft that much more swiftly. She felt the tightly drawn flesh of her ovaled lips pulling out each time she slid her mouth back.
A throb in the urethra of the man's cock told Donna something new. He was close to eruption, and if she kept this up, he was going to fire into her mouth. The mere thought of swallowing that white glue turned her off, and she began gagging and choking. She hoped Mike wouldn't force her to swallow the fluid, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hand removed itself completely from her head.
Mike wanted to make her swallow his sperm, but at the same time he wanted to keep her from throwing up all over him. As a result he simply let her pull her mouth off, yet he had to let her know he was boss, and as a result, gripped her ears and forced her mouth right back on, though he didn't shove his cock into her gullet, this time. His hips plunged back and forth as he held her ears tightly, yanking her forward and back, forward and back. His asscheeks were clenching and unclenching in rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hard cock in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the rapid way her lips slid along the tubular length of his swollen cock. The salty odor and rich masculine taste made Donna gush that much more between her thighs as she realized she had hit a point of arousal she had never previously known. Oils seeped from within her and wetted down her inner crotch completely.
Pausing, she gasped for air, and Mike, not liking the feeling of having his cock unattended, tried to once again cram more of his organ into the narrow aperture that was her tight mouth. She was well aware of the hair on his thighs brushing lightly against the velvety soft flesh of her bare breasts as her mouth worked furiously, creating more saliva in order to let the cock slide in and out that much more easily.
Donna's ears picked up the stimulating sounds of her sucking as she continually worked on the rigid length of his shuddering prong. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the mattresses and the back of her neck ached from the fury with which she lapped and tongued the throbbing cock.
She heard Mike's strangled gasp as well, and as a result she became hotter and hotter. It was arousing to the point where she was unable to stand it. She slipped a hand between her rounded thighs, and for the first time in her life slipped a finger into the crevice of her cunt. She began massaging her vagina frantically in time to the in-and-out movement of her constricted mouth on the man's hard length of meat.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAANN NNNNGGGGGGHHHH . . . HHHHHHAAAAAA NNNNNGGGGGHHHH . . . GGGGHHHHHHAA AARRRRAA AAAANNNNNNGGGGHH HHUU-UU GGGGHHHHHH!" Mike bellowed, and then his hips were jerking forward and his spurting erection bruised the lovely blonde Amazon's mouth as he shoved the head of his organ as far into her gullet as possible.
Hot spurts of frothy fluid spurted down the lovely Donna's throat, firing so swiftly, she had to gulp and swallow to keep herself from strangling. She gurgled as she continued desperately swallowing. The warm liquid oozed into her belly, filling her with warmth and a sense of security. As quickly as she emptied her mouth by swallowing he refilled it with more spurting fluid.
Donna realized it didn't taste as bad as she had thought, after all. She was able to stand it. In fact, now that she thought about it, it tasted pretty damn good.
Mike sagged forward against her as she drained the last of his seminal ejaculation. Looking down, he saw the way her hand was frantically sawing away between her own tender thighs. She was frantically trying to finger herself to a climax.
Reaching down, he gripped her hand and pulled it away from her body. Her finger emerged from between her vaginal lips making a loud, noisy sucking sound. '
"No you don't!" he told her loudly. "I'll let you know when it's time for you to come, baby."
Beet-red from having been caught in the act of masturbating, the lovely female Amazon was aflame with the need for satisfaction and well aware of the latent volcano bubbling between her thighs. The inner walls of her aching vagina were frantically grabbing at each other in place of the desired penis that was yet to come.
"Please!" Donna gasped, all the haughtiness gone. "Please . . . please . . . you can't leave me like this! Finger me! Your penis is too limp, now! Finger me!"
"No way, baby," he smirked, his voice flat and dull. 'That cunt of yours is mine. You turned it over to me when you came up here with me, and I'm the one who'll decide what to do with it."
The lovely blonde was rubbing her vagina back and forth against the edge of the mattress, trying to create friction in the hope of there being enough to give her a climax. She was unable to remember when she was so hot, and the huge cock which would have brought succor to her aching cunt was now totally deflated.
Leaning forward, Donna feverishly attempted to cram the throbbing organ back into her mouth. Mike pulled his body away from her and a thin spider-webbed string of seminal fluid trailed from her lovely lips. She reached for his hairy thighs in an attempt to tug him forward but he slapped her hands away.
"I'll make it hard all over again," she desperately gasped, her voice filled with eagerness. "You'll see, I'll make it all so nice and stiff."
"When are you gonna gut it through that empty blonde skull of yours that we do what I want when I want?" he growled at her.
Donna was certain she was going to explode with frustration. The wet-looking, dangling penis between Mike's hairy thighs was no good to her febrile, hairy, twitching twat in its present form.
Surreptitiously she once again tried to create some kind of satisfying friction by rubbing the lips of her aching pussy on the rough edge of the mattress in hopes of allaying the burning desire filling her. But Mike realized what she was trying to do, and he smilingly pushed her onto her back, making her sob out loud.
"You really have one hot damn pussy, don't you," Mike laughed, looking at her. "Here you are, picking on that poor slob of a husband of yours, nagging the hell out of him, and all you really need to calm you down is a little cunt satisfaction. Tell you what I'm gonna do. You're gonna get dressed now and come downstairs with me. After all, we can't keep your husband waiting too long, can we? He'll get suspicious. But you take the poor slob shopping somewhere else near here, and then come back in about an hour or so, maybe on the pretext of wanting to pick out the kind of window you'd like best. Just send him on his way home after telling him you want to make up your mind about which window is going where. Naturally we'll 'finalize' everything when I come out to measure your window openings, but for now you want to decide whether to use double-hungs or two-panel sliders, or even picture windows in certain places."
"You bastard!" Donna gasped. "I'm on fire, now. I need to be satisfied, now."
"We do things my way," Mike reminded her. "Besides, in an hour I'll have a raging hard-on, and if you're a good girl I'll fuck you with it. You just do as I say and do it now."
"All right," she nodded, wearily getting to her feet, feeling the itch of unfulfillment burning in her as she dressed.
CHAPTER THREE
I suppose you balled my wife to her satisfaction," Harold Century remarked to Mike Ferrizo while Donna was out of hearing range. "Did you like it?"
"Hey man, this was your idea, not mine," Mike snapped. "To begin with, I haven't balled her, yet. I've frustrated her, which is what I wanted to do. I'm changing the dominance bit so that she's getting a taste of what it's like to be a slave. Now you either let me do things my way, or we'll forget the whole deal."
"No, no, no!" Harold insisted, seeing how jumpy and nervous his wife looked as she examined the woven wood shade samples. "I started this thing, but I just want to make sure the bitch is tamed enough for me to take over when the time comes."
"Don't worry," Mike assured him. "She'll be your love slave after this. She'll do anything you want. But it's gonna take time. This isn't something that can be done in an hour or even a day. That zoftic woman has to be broken down once and for all. Hell! You're paying me five Gs. Let me do it my way."
"Fine," Harold nodded. "What's the next step?"
'They were standing near the counter, Mike on one side and Harold on the other. Mike leaned across the counter and said, "Take her out shopping for curtains or something. She'll make the next move. Just follow her lead for now. I guarantee that in the long run she'll be the one who'll suffer the most and appreciate you all the more. Don't worry about her trying to pick up some other guy, either. She's all mine, for now. I'll have everything straightened out to your satisfaction.
So Harold took his wife out to his new Cadillac Seville with the imitation Daimler rear and the two of them went shopping elsewhere, not too far away from Custom Builders. Donna was a walking volcano, feeling the lava bubbling inside her. She knew if she didn't get some kind of satisfaction shortly, she would simply blow up. Harold would never be enough to satisfy her. After having seen the length and breadth of Mike's cock, Donna knew she would not settle for her husband's right now. True, she would have to let the man fuck her in the future, but after she discovered the joys and delights of having her pussy stretched by the thick python attached to Mike Ferrizo.
She took some half-hearted look at draperies, then went to a chair store where she looked at expensive reclining chairs, and finally she allowed her husband to take her to a furrier where she "permitted" him to buy her a silver mink cape.
"I want to go back to Custom Builders," she told him. "I still have those windows on my mind."
"It's almost closing time," Harold told her. Then, falling in with the ploy, he said, "Look, I have to get back home and call the business to make certain things are going smoothly. I'll drop you at the store and you can grab a cab home."
Donna knew to simply agree would mean she would possibly make her husband suspicious. So she snapped, "Always the inconsiderate one, aren't you, Harold."
"My business is what keeps us in all this wonderful money," he replied. "If you had allowed me to take you shopping on Saturday everything would be fine. But no! You had to come today. Look, either you come straight home, or if I take you back to Custom Builders you grab a cab."
"Thanks for nothing," she bit at him, her body almost ready to self-immolate. "All right, I'll take a cab. Just take me back to the store."
Harold drove her back to Custom Builders and then drove off. Donna hurried inside and saw Mike busy with two other customers. She was ready to explode she was so anxious to be fucked. God! She hoped he would get rid of the customers and attend to her. But Mike was a fastidious salesman, and he took his time with each of the two customers, giving them both the attention they deserved, and as a result making two large sales. When they left, he locked the door after them, put up the "CLOSED" sign, then said, "You're an impatient bitch, Donna. You have to be taught a lesson."
"I hope it's the kind of lesson I'll appreciate," she replied, hoping he would catch the double entendre.
"Oh you'll appreciate it," he nodded. "But you have to learn once and for all that I'm boss when it comes to fucking."
"What's that?" she asked, seeing him take a flat vinyl slat from behind the counter. She noticed it had holes in it, but it was too thick to actually bend.
'This," Mike smiled, is a paddle. I'm gonna use it on that ass of yours so you don't ever forget. Now get that lovely ass up into the attic. The faster I beat it, the faster I fuck you.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was naked now. So was he. He approached her as they stood in the attic of the warehouse, and he slapped his palm with the paddle. The lovely blonde Amazon recoiled at the sound of it. All too well she realized the devilish sting the flat piece of vinyl would cause on her bare flesh, flesh that was soft and yielding and had never known pain until today. The vinyl paddle slat, while having no weight, would, because of little holes in it, hit her in such a way to cause smarting burns in the sleek moonlike flesh of her ass globes.
In addition to the paddle which the shudderingly naked blonde saw Mike carrying, she was also aware of the strips of tape he had brought from downstairs. After setting the vinyl paddle down on the bed, he took Donna's wrists and crossed them in front of her, taping them together.
"Don't do this to me!" Donna begged, knowing she would submit to anything in order to feel what it was like to have that huge fleshy snake with the purple head worm its way into her cunt.
"Shut the hell up and do as you're told," Mike said, finishing with the tape, knowing tape would now show rope burns.
"It's just that I feel so helpless," Donna gasped. "It's a really terrible feeling."
"Hell baby, helpless is exactly what you are," he said, laughing coldly, testing the tape holding her wrists. "Now get that lovely white ass into position while I whale the shit out of it for you. Believe me, it'll make fucking that much more enjoyable. You'll see, honey."
Donna quivered at the strong, remorseless sound of Mike's taunting voice. She knew it would do no good to plead with the man. After all, she had returned hereof her own free will, entering into this illicit relationship willingly. She also knew, looking at the flat, almost flexible vinyl paddle that it really hadn't enough weight behind it to cause her any real injury. Even an inexperienced hand wouldn't really be able to inflict damage, and she had the feeling there was nothing inexperienced about Mike's hand. The man seemed to be dexterity itself from the agile way he moved. Nevertheless, the knowledge that her buttocks were about to undergo a fiery immolation of sorts terrified her, making her think her delicately fleshed white behind would become a bright red. As a result, her knees turned to gelatin.
Kneeling in front of the mattresses, she had her bound hands extended in front of her, and how she lowered her head to touch her hands as she raised the plump cheeks of her lovely backside. The skin stretched tautly over the plump mounds of flesh, and Mike, looking at the hillocks, licked his chops. Yes, they were nice and fleshy, all right. . . almost to the point of being fat. They waggled nicely, fleshily, and he breathed deep, knowing he was going to receive tremendous pleasure from walloping her rear-end.
Donna was well aware of how large her buttocks were. Since marrying Harold, she had put on seven pounds which, to some, might not seem a lot of weight. But Donna had always been conscious about her weight, and as a result, believed herself to actually be fat. She saw herself as a balloon, while Mike saw her as a magnificent specimen of femaleness. She vowed she would never gain more weight, but she was also determined she wouldn't diet. She hated dieting. She also hated wearing girdles, though the support foundation would have been helpful in tightening her stomach muscles. As it was, her belly had a slight roundness to it, while when she had worked in the fields in the Midwest, her belly had been as flat as a pane of glass.
Not that Mike really gave a damn about the fact that her buttocks were slightly larger than they ought to be. For five-thousand dollars he would have fucked her if she had been fifty pounds heavier. But those large rear cheeks did bring out the sadist in him, and he was going to wallop them. In fact, had Donna been fifty pounds lighter, he still would have found some excuse to wallop her behind. After all, the lovely buxom Amazon had to learn he was boss. She had to accept subservience, and had to be made to feel as if she were some naughty schoolgirl whose rump was about to be chastised for her indiscretions.
Though her buttocks had never been paddled before, Donna knew there would be gratification afterward. From the look on Mike's face, it was obvious he was working himself up in this manner so he would be able to appreciate fucking her that much more when the time came. As a result, she would benefit from his cock as well as he benefiting from her cunt. But in the anxious seconds preceding the wicked employment of the vile paddle to soundly swat her quivering, curvaceous behind and turn it scarlet, the thought of what his cock was going to do to her was of little comfort.
Mike smiled down with a wide grin, gazing with satisfaction on the blonde woman's upturned global protuberances. He loved the sight of the almost portly, naked body cushions spread so widely apart that the cleft between them no longer looked narrow, but rather like a shallow cavity. So back thrust were the full cheeks of her winsome ass, and so total was her rear exposure that the man was able to see those faint wisps of golden fleece surmounting her cushiony love nest as it popped forward from between her thighs.
Donna was kneeling with the swells of her sacrificial shining white buttocks pointed outward and almost overhanging the edge of the upper mattress. She quaked with fear, aware of Mike slowly moving closer, slipping his left arm around her waist and lifting her body a little higher and into better position. Then he raised his right arm, and Donna's tender rounded shapes, knowing what was coming, apprehensively clenched.
Whack!
"Haaauuuunnnnhhh!" the lovely blonde woman exclaimed involuntarily as the paddle rebounded crisply from the shape of her soft bottom.
As far as Mike was concerned it was a very light stroke, but Donna thought of it as particularly wicked since she had never been beaten before. The quick bite of the paddle on her poised hind parts seemed to blossom into an immediate burning throb. The pain slipped below the surface of her skin and simmered hotly in the depths of her gluteal flesh. Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Oh my God!" Donna gasped out loud, her voice a cry of anguish to some deity above.
Her weighty round asscheeks, already a dark pink and darkening that much more rapidly under the paddle's hot kisses rotated uneasily in a circular motion.
"Move it, baby!" Mike panted, swatting her again. "Not so hard!" she gasped. "For the love of heaven, not so hard." Her voice was a breathless gasp as she tried to keep herself from screaming. Not that it mattered. The heavy insulation lining all the walls also served as soundproofing and no one would have heard her, even if the store hadn't been locked.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Oh dear God! the helpless blonde murmured, her voice filled with anguish as Mike Ferrizo continued to steadily pursue his task of walloping the Amazon's backside, searching out what few white areas were left on the corpulent surfaces. They were few enough and far-between, everything turning a rich pink and then a brilliant carmine.
Donna's rear cheeks displayed a revolution of their own, moving independently of her inner desire to act aloof as she had done all the times her husband had fucked her. Her rear cheeks heaved and bounced, humping up and down as her belly pressed against the restraining arm wrapped around her until, in her struggles she lifted her asscheeks so high, she offered Mike a wide-open view of her parted vaginal lips. He stared at the curvaceous hair-covered mound of her sex, and his gigantic cock swelled and grew like a skewering sword.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owwwwwwaaahhhhh!" the helpless female gaspingly bleated as the paddle came down on her rear-end again and again. Frantically she whipped her buttocks from side to side, trying to avoid the stinging vinyl paddle, but her range of motion was limited because of the grip Mike had around her waist.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"It hurts, dam you, it hurts!"
Heedless of the lovely blonde's pleading, ignoring her constantly frantic contortions as her buttocks helplessly rolled from side to side, he smiled seeing how bright-red her flesh had become, congratulating himself on knowing how to wield the vinyl paddle. He hadn't broken the skin and there was no bleeding, nor was there any internal hemorrhaging. He made her bend forward a bit more, stretching her ass-flesh that much more tightly, and then he hit a full dozen times, this time using more strength, redoubling the conflagration in her glowing hind quarters.
"Where does it hurt, baby?" Mike asked, mocking her.
"Y-you know!" she snapped through heavy tears.
'Tell me!" he snapped, hitting her again. "I want to hear it from your lips."
"My-my behind," she whimpered.
"Come on, sweetheart, you can be more graphic than that. "We're living in an enlightened age. I wanna hear you tell me what part of you hurst the most."
"My-my ass!" she gasped, crying out, realizing he was glorying in hearing her use words her father would have forbidden. "My ass! Oh God! It hurts so much! Stop!"
"Never give me orders!" he snapped, and in order to emphasize what he meant, he walloped her tender rear-end another dozen times as her cries anguishedly increased. The paddle seemed to rebound from the reddening flesh with even more devastating impact than when it landed on her cheeks. Her outcries soared shrilly.
"Owwww! Wwaaaannnnnhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Hu-uunnnnnnhhhhhh! It hurts terribly! No more . . . no more . . . no more . . . please . . . oh please . . . I'm begging you . . . don't hit me anymore . . . my bottom is killing me . . . have a heart.. . don't do this . . . please . . . please . . . I'll do anything you want.. . anything . . . just say the word . . . anything . . . please. . . . "
He continued ruthlessly flailing her rich red-tinted rotundities with loud, smacking salutes as the almost-pliable strip of flat vinyl continued "kissing" her frenziedly plunging, heavily perspiring flesh. Donna wished there were some way to turn the flesh on her behind inside-out in order to ease the horrible scorching pain she was feeling. The blistering descent of the vinyl paddle felt like pure fire as it burned through her flaming rear. A pillar of pure flame flared through her now as the pyrotechnic paddle continued its incessant descent on her simmering fundament. But it was all in vain. Her shrieks for mercy increased in frequency as well as in volume. Her frenetic twistings and turnings only succeeded in bringing some small area of unspanked flesh under the power of the walloping paddle, intensifying her agony and increasing her distress.
A smiling Mike deliberately rained another down-pouring of loud, explosive sounds against the fullness of the lovely lady's blushing rear cheeks-cheeks that were now brick-red. He was standing on his toes for more leverage as he hit harder and harder, gasping now from the expenditure of effort involved. The lovely woman's sobbing shrieks slowly but surely began dying away as she lost her voice, turning instead into strangled gasps as fiery tongues of wicked flame continued building in her rotating rear-end.
At that moment, Mike stopped. He waited a moment, then tossed the vinyl paddle off to the side. He continued circling her waist with his arm, holding her for a short while, watching curiously as her seething rear-end continued wriggling. Using the hand that had held the vinyl paddle, he began stroking her inflamed flesh very gently, fondling the rounded globes. Her skin now felt rough and pebbled under his palm. Yeah, she was learning, all right. She was learning the hard way just what it was all about. She was sobbing convulsively as her florid rear cheeks slowly calmed down, no longer undulating in their rhythmic dance. He was willing to bet this was the first time she had cried in a long time.
Releasing her waist, Mike undid the tape from around the blonde Amazon's wrists, and her two hands instantly leaped behind her, holding the full swells of her well-beaten rear-end as she rubbed the blazing flesh. Then she painfully straightened up, crawling off the mattresses and facing him. For a short while she did a little dance, moving from one foot to the other while her palms still clasped her crimsoned rear-end, and then she slowly sank to the newspaper-covered floor, rubbing her bare bottom across the paper in an effort to cool the flesh by setting up some kind of counter-irritant to the fluorescent torment in her backside. Mike smiled at the lovely woman's girlish reaction.
He waited until her loud, involuntary crying had finally subsided into a series of free-flowing sobs as the lovely woman rolled onto her side and continued massaging the spanked cheeks of her bottom, the other quadrants of which had already faded from their previous cherry red to a coral pink. Mike had never really spanked a woman this viciously before, and he was getting a kick from watching all this. He was marveling at the recuperative powers of the blonde woman and wondered if, somewhere deep down inside, she did have the blood of an Amazon flowing in her. Had he known she was going to sob this loudly, he would have gagged her, but that would have taken half the fun out of the paddling. As it was, the isolated nature of the rear warehouse had really precluded the necessity. As long as he didn't do any visible physical damage to the woman, her husband wouldn't complain. By the time she was ready to go home, all the sore spots would have disappeared, at least as far as the eye was concerned.
He walked to where the beautiful blonde woman lay on the floor and said, "Okay, baby, you took the paddling like a real trooper. Now I have something else for you."
Red-eyed, the lovely blonde female looked up and saw the massive girth of his huge erection as it stood out from his loins. He recognized the shining flash in her eyes as something other than unshed tears.
"My God!" she gasped. "Did you have to do that?
That was terrible. I've never been beaten like that before."
'That's only the first time, honey. Every time we get together I'm gonna wallop you one way or another. And you know you're gonna come back for more. Funny thing about this flagellation. The one being ass-whipped, namely you-becomes addicted to it after awhile and won't settle for anything without a good beating, first You'll see, as time goes by."
He reached a hand down, gripped her own extended hand and tugged her to her feet. She was still a lovely naked vision, the rest of her body a light rosy-white hue, the flesh firm.
"How old are you, honey?" he asked.
"Twenty," she admitted.
"Uh huh! A teenage bride, eh?"
He pulled her deliciously plump nakedness into his arms, pressing the full balloons of her breasts against his own hairy chest. For a moment the pair of them merely stood there, his aroused, upright cock rubbing its leaking head against her slightly rounded belly while their four hands massaged the fullness of the lovely woman's rosy haunches.
Mike was mentally savoring what he had done, but he was also savoring what was to come. Yeah, this was going to be some lay. Her slob of a husband didn't know how to properly use his cock. That's why the bitch had gained the upper hand. Well he was going to teach this cunt everything he knew, and in time, she would teach it all to her husband, and the husband would eventually get the idea and learn how to properly dominate his wife. Mike didn't like domineering women, but he did like a dominant woman who was subdued, as this woman was, at this moment. The knowledge that he had literally conquered this woman really turned him on.
She stirred in his arms, sighing tiredly, then kissed him solidly, first on the neck, and then on his mouth, feeling the tickle of his mustache. Placing her lips against the man's ear, she took one hand away from her inflamed buttocks, moved it around front, and let her fingers encircle the massive girth of the man's pulsating cock. God! It was so immense. She had no idea how she had fitted the fleshy monster into her mouth, earlier. The mere thought of sucking on it had her all hot and bothered.
"God!" she gasped. "I'm burning up. My ass is on fire!" she murmured into his ear. "But my pussy is even hotter." She smiled at him, blinking away her tears, then asked, "Tell me, sir, what are you going to do about it?"
He responded by picking her up and carrying her over to the pile of stacked mattresses. She whimpered a little as his supporting pressed firmly against her poignantly tender rear cheeks, and she gasped when the man stretched her solid torso out to its full length on the top mattress, making certain she lay on her back, causing her still-sore rear-end to absorb her weight. But he knew from the look in her eye that her mind was already on what was to come. She widened her full, pillary thighs anxiously as the man crawled onto her belly. Surprisingly, she felt no sense of guilt whatsoever. She had been afraid she would feel wrong about committing adultery, but now she knew she wanted to do it, and she wanted to do it with this particular man. She knew whatever the man did, it wouldn't be boring. In a way it was going to be as if she would be losing her virginity all over again because her vagina had never handled a cock this huge. She already felt reduced to a molten plasticity she had never felt with her own husband.
Mike's mouth hungrily sought hers and covered it, and she tasted a sourness from his having had too much coffee and smoked too many cigarettes. Nevertheless, she plunged her tongue into his mouth, hungrily probing between his lips and he sucked at the tip of her tongue. She nibbled at his lower mouth, gnawing at his lip while she used the tip of her tongue to lightly trace the inner contours of his mouth. She was grateful to her husband for having at least taught her this much about kissing.
From the way Mike kissed, it was obvious the man was very experienced when it came to women. Donna suddenly felt jealous. The idea of this masculine man having known so many other women bothered her. For the moment he was hers, and she didn't like the idea of "her man" having had congress with so many other females. She was going to have to show him just how good she really was. Not knowing her husband had paid Mike to be with her, she was determined to be so good, he would want her again. What she didn't know was that part of Mike's strategy was, no matter how much he wanted her, he would not actively seek her out. She had to do the seeking. Nevertheless, now that he was with her, he was hot for her, and anxiety for her well-fleshed body filled him. At least fucking her was part of the treatment. If he'd had to abstain from the final act itself, it would have driven him up the wall. At least her husband had enough brains to know Mike would have to fuck the woman.
Donna smiled to herself. This was a man, a real man. He was the kind of man for whom she would do anything . . . anything.
His face slowly kissed its way lower on her body, the mustache brushing along, teasing her as his mouth moved down the huge swell of her left breast until his open mouth closed itself on the rubbery thickness of her chocolate-covered nipple. It was a big, thick, round nipple. A swelling flow of simmering sensation caused fluid to spurt from the woman's anxious cunt-a cunt already wet because of the aftermath of the paddling she had received.
Donna's breasts were extremely sensitive, and it angered her that her husband never spent enough time on them. But this man was proving he had no intention of neglecting them. He sucked and chewed lovingly on the fullness of the generous pap, swallowing more and more of the meatiness of the teat into his hungry mouth while his teeth grazed the skin and the flat of his tongue worked fastidiously against the swollen nipple. When he was satisfied the nipple was as large as it would grow, he transferred his oral attention to her other breast.
Reaching down between their entwined bodies, she managed to grip the pole of his throbbing phallus. Her fingers teased and stroked its rigid length with an expertise she had never known she had, and all the while her vagina was salivating expectantly at the piercing it was about to receive. She somehow knew that nothing on earth would give her pleasure the way this immense cock would when it filled the vacancy between her thighs. Her vagina was still narrow because of the skinniness of her husband's cock, and she really looked forward to being stuffed by this thick sausage.
Mike's hands continued stroking the lovely woman's sleek sides as he hoisted himself a little and rearranged their positions a little on the bed. There was an old, tied-up bundle of paper on the floor, and reaching down, he used it as a pillow beneath the lovely girl's head. Donna liked that. No pillow would be needed under her rump, though. The billowing softness of her flesh was pillow-enough.
Mike kissed the shell-shape of the lovely blonde's ear, nibbling tenderly at the lobe, then darting his probing tongue inside, making the lovely blonde Amazon squirm with delight. She barely felt the heat or the soreness in her paddled rear-end any more. The man licked his way down her neck, using his tongue like that of an adder, darting it in and out of his mouth. He licked his way across her shoulders and over the fullness of her wonderful breasts, once again lingering on the tantalizing brown nipples, stimulating them to swell even more tightly. This woman was so hot, he wondered if it was possible to bring her to orgasm just by licking her nipples. Another time, maybe. This time he wanted to fuck her.
His mouth began moving lower, kissing its way down to her slightly rounded, protuberant belly. It was obvious from her reaction that she had no intention of stopping him, this time. Her writhing let him know how much she enjoyed the pressure of his working mouth.
Donna was well aware of the feeling running through this man. He had started out thinking of her as just a lay. After all, she had walked into his place of business and had literally offered herself to him. By the same token that was precisely what she had thought of him. He was just a lay . . . until he had started paddling her. The beating had awakened something in her akin to love. It was the closest feeling she had to love . . . never having really loved before. As a result, she was certain his emotions toward her had grown, as well. Anticipation heightened her excitement. Donna thrilled to the way his nibbling lips worked their way down to the sparsely bearded pubescence that curled ever so gently around the pink orifice of her yearning vagina.
As Mike's anxious lips continued their uncontrolled nibbling at her body and excruciating delight churned its way through her quivering form, all kinds of wonderful sensual emotion bathed the full length of her shuddering body. He began moving his body around so that his penis was to the side of her, and then slowly approaching her head as his own mouth pressed more and more deeply into the feminine fount between her tantalizing thighs. He lifted one leg and brought it down on the other side of her head as his tongue ran into the seeking depths of her pink foramen. The oral organ forced her labia wider and wider apart, evoking more and more gasps from the lovely lady.
The man's huge prong was once again dangling above her face, and this time Donna knew what had to be done. This time there would be no hesitation, not because she was afraid of what he would do to her if she did hesitate, but because she had discovered she wanted to suck on that massive organ again. His hairy, dangling balls were already directly above the bridge of her nose, and she knew when she had the full length of his meaty organ crammed down her gullet, she would have her nostrils pressed into the wonderful bloatedness of his wrinkled sac, smelling his maleness, thrilling that much more to it.
Her hand grasped the base of his huge, throbbing cock, jerking it up and down, teasing it, running her fingertips over the stolid length of it. Knowing he had come earlier, Donna was certain he would take his time in climaxing, now. She squeezed it, feeling prickling sensations charge through her as his tongue continued its oral investigation of her inner femininity. The tongue licked down and in again and again.
Her womanly juicy sweetness filled Mike's mouth, and he had to admit this was a particularly tasty woman. Some women were bitter down there, but not this one. He sucked, feeling a heat emanating from her womanly chamber that rivaled the heat that had come from her behind when he had walloped it.
Donna raised her head a little to bring Mike's throbbing organ closer to her anxious mouth as a tiny drop of clear liquid peeked its way out of the opening and ran in a string from the tip of the purple glans. Donna caught it, snapping it into her mouth and swallowing it as her pink oral organ reached to touch the vibrant throbbing rubberiness of his penile point. She savored the taste. Little by little she widened the oval of her mouth and slowly introduced the head of the massive plunger inside. She sucked noisily, clamping her lips tightly around the organ and firmly gripping it with no hesitation whatsoever. Her body humped up and down as she felt as if Mike was thrusting every last millimeter of tongue into her. Her soft, wet vaginal flesh closed around the slick intruder in a vain attempt to keep it inside.
She sucked on the entire head of his throbbing cock as if it were ice cream on the end of a cone, letting her tongue-tip run around the pulsating corona again and again, teasing the top part of the glans with her lips. She was aware of his thighs on either side of her head clamping slowly inward, and this made her secretly smile. She was well aware of the pleasure she was giving, pleasure she had never before had an opportunity to give. She rocked her head a bit, loving the huge head with her entire mouth as she spread her thighs that much wider apart, affording him greater access to the slaveringly heated temple of Venus between her loins.
Her tense stomach muscles began rippling and fluttering as the tip of his tongue bored deeper and deeper into the center of her vaginal maw-her fuck-hole-as she had heard men laughingly call it where she had lived out in the mid-west. Had her father been around at the time, he would have beaten the hell out of the man who had used such a word in front of his daughter.
Mike's lips played with the scalloped flesh that were her inner labia, parting the golden-blonde fluff that passed for hair, allowing his tongue to slurp all the more strongly against the rich pink of her inner flesh. This made Donna suck harder, tugging the length of swollen cock far into her mouth and jamming it into her gullet so quickly, she began choking and gagging. Little by little she brought the choking sensation under control, forcing herself to swallow the throbbing organ that much deeper into her gullet. God! How she wished her husband had a masterful cock like this!
The tip of the penis was pushing deeper and deeper into her pharynx, the underside rubbing against her palate, the upper part of it depressing her tongue. The sensation was almost one of tickling. All her feelings seemed to be rooted in the cock-swollen center of her mouth as the organ rubbed nerve-endings she was unaware she had. She sucked violently as Mike fervidly and anxiously ate from her womanly through. She was leaking so heavily, her nostrils twitched as they picked up her rich feminine aroma. Her own effluvium mingled with the scent of the maleness emanating from Mike's balls as they pressed down on her nose. She wondered just what the odor must be like for Mike. After all, he was so much closer to it. Did he find it distasteful? His nose and mouth were pressed very firmly into her dehiscence. She arched her loins upward, no longer conscious of the fact that she was also disclosing part of her pink-fleshed backside to the man-a backside slowly but surely returning to the bleached softness it had been prior to being beaten. With her thighs she tried clamping tightly around the man's face, pulling it between the pouting, reddened lips of her aching cunt as his mouth continued ravaging said cunt's tantalizing interior.
At that moment Donna was aware of a powerful shudder trembling through the man and she was afraid he was going to come too quickly again. Opening her mouth, she instantly released the penile probe. This time she would settle for nothing less than feeling the massive organ burying itself inside her.
Mike slowly pulled his hungry mouth from the depths of her feminine cavern as though reluctant to finish his meal. Donna watched as the man slowly turned his body around, hovering above her own prostrate form.
His large, strong, masculine hands gripped her beneath her splayed thighs and he pushed them back and up until he had them doubled so that her kneecaps were touching her shoulders and her thighs were rubbing her nippled breasts. Her tautened ass-flesh was lifted until Mike was able to reach it with his hungry mouth. He began kissing with anxious fervor, letting his lips roam over all of her backside, the still faintly glowing color of pink exciting him as he noticed that her paddle-roughened, pebbled rear cheeks were now rapidly reassuming their silken, almost waxy texture. The commingled odor of her juicy pussy and drying perspiration wafted to his nostrils arousing him that much more.
He released her powerful thighs and the woman automatically spread them widely again for him as he lowered himself into the missionary position on her belly. She wanted to use her hands to guide it in, but Mike refused to let her do so. His thick cock eased along, moving up and down in the pink slot, and then the head of his organ found her opening. Slowly, little by little he began pushing the organ into her.
"Gggghhhuuunnnggghhhhhh!" Donna gasped, astounded at his breadth, feeling herself being widened as if she were a virgin.
Astonishingly, there was no pain, though there was some slight discomfort. Little by little the massive baton slowly began probing deeper and deeper into the pinkness of her interior, burying itself farther along than ever before, filling her as she had never been filled, sinking deeper than her husband had ever gone. Little by little her flesh molded to his massivity, surrounding, sucking, pulling him deeper and deeper inside.
The lovely girl breathed deeply, thrilled beyond expectation as the gigantic organ swelled in the center of her feminine cavern. He stroked expertly once he was inside her, long and slow at first, then speeding up little by little. The stout shaft plunged into the middle of her vaginal chute, massaging the smooth walls of her interior, almost making them accordion because of its unbelievable thickness. The resilient head plunged past her cervical opening to the very depths of her sucking cunt, and Donna felt her breath rasp in her throat. She wrapped her thighs tightly around the man's back and clenched her eyes shut, loving every last bit of penetration as it sank to the core of her.
Donna was well aware of her inner muscles working as never before. Her cunt was already starting to spasmodically contract and she realized she had been so frustrated earlier, she was about to climax.
"Oh no.. . . " she gasped. "Oh no . . . no . . . I wanted it to last.. . . " but it was obvious to both, herself and Mike, that there was no holding back.
The man sank his vibrant tool into the deepest part of her shuddering belly, pummeling her definitely willing cunt with overpowering and violent thrusts.
"Haaannnggghhh!" she gasped as she swiveled her lovely hips upward, pumping hard with her heels dug into the mattress in order to keep time with the way he was thrusting.
Mike jerked his throbbing cock into the depths of her love-tunnel using all the energy he was able to muster as the lovely blonde Amazon cradled his head in her arms and felt his hot breath sear her swollen breasts. She was aware of him going into an uncontrollable slashing assault on her body as his long cock continued pistoning in and out of her greedy feminine jewel box. She wrapped her thighs tightly around him now, holding him to her, wanting to enjoy every last little bit of this fuck. After the agony he had put her through, the ecstasy had to be perfect.
Mike rasped hoarsely, breathing uncontrollably with his mouth in the narrow channel between the woman's huge breasts. She thought he had said something and was about to ask him what it was he said when he began pumping hot, white fluid into the cradle of her cunt as his pounding balls smacked against her perineum.
"YYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH . . . AAAA NN-NNGGGGGGHHHH . . . GGGGGHHHHAAA GGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, seemingly shaking the entire warehouse with his roar as fast jets continued filling her love box, mingling with the heavy doses of her own inner juices.
Her back began arching as every muscle in her quaking body seemed to contract from the pulling sensation deep within her. Her asscheeks began flexing uncontrollably as her orgasm began, ignoring its paddle-induced sensitivity.
"EEEEEIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAAIIIIYYYYA-AAGGGGGGHHHH . . . YYYYYEEE EEAAAA AI-IIIIGG GGGHHHHH . . . OOOOOWWW WWEEEE-EE AAAAAIIIII IIAAAAGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked in a totally unladylike manner, her twitching cunt furiously squeezing the thick cock embedded in her, compressing her walls around it as he fired again and again. The pocket of her pussy was so tight, it crushed his cock, preventing the blood from retreating, as a result, keeping his cock hard for the longest time.
They lay there, panting, breathing hoarsely, unable to control themselves for what seemed like an interminable eternity. The Mike rolled off the lovely blonde woman and said, "That's it for today, Doreen. I'll be by to measure your windows next Thursday."
"That's more than a week away," Doreen argued. "I can't wait that long."
"Hell, I have a job to do. You have a nice, tight twat, but I'm not gonna let it interfere with my making a living."
"I don't want to interfere with your making a living," she insisted. "But can't we meet somewhere after working hours?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "We can meet right here, where we are now. You just come on into the store any time after four-fifty, and we'll come up here."
"Oh yes," Doreen nodded.
"Just as long as you understand that you get your ass paddled each time," he reminded her.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.
"Sure," he nodded. "Why d'you think you came so strongly? It was the ass-whacking I gave you."
"I'll have to think about it," Doreen insisted, suddenly trying to regain her aloofness.
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "You do that. But remember, if you come into this place looking to get laid again, it's with the idea that your ass gets whacked. Got me?"
"Yes!" Doreen nodded as she quickly began dressing. Now that it was over, she felt embarrassed and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But she knew her desire would build again . . . and soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Y'see," Mike was saying on the phone, talking to Harold Century, "your wife has this innate need to be pushed around a little bit. More'n that, she needs to be fucked often."
"I just don't have the time," Harold admitted. "Ever since coming East with her, I've been busy in my new textiles plant. When I get home, I'm tired."
"Well y'better make time for her," Mike was saying. "She's one hot cunt who needs all the fucking she can get. Even if y'can't fuck her as often as she likes, do it more often than y'been doing it. Fuck her and make her know you're the boss."
"I'm always afraid she'll leave me."
"Hey buddy, you're the guy with the dough. Even if she does leave, she knows she'll never get the kinda settlement she'd have if she stayed married to you. So be smart, shove her around a little. Rough her up. On the weekends give her a real workout."
"I don't know if I'll be up to it," Harold admitted.
"So make up for it by whacking her around, first. Kick her ass a little. Believe me, she'll love you for it. Smack her face now and again. Hit her tits, and when you're making it with her, bite her, pinch her. She has hidden masochistic tendencies. Believe me, all broads do. Give 'er a good going over and you'll see. Do like I say, and in less than a month, she'll be all yours again and you'll be able to pay me the rest of the twenty five Cs. Okay?"
"I'll try it," Harold shrugged, and he and Mike hung up. Harold knew he didn't dare try it on his wife this particular night. It was obvious she had just come from a session with Mike and she was upstairs in the tub, trying to soak the feeling and smells of sex from her body, hoping he, Harold, wouldn't notice.
Maybe Mike was right. Maybe she did need a little shoving around.
Upstairs in the bathtub, Doreen was re-living her moments with Mike, vicariously experiencing it all again and again. She wished she was married to a man like that. It would make things so much simpler than having to look for cock on the outside.
Afterward, she came down to dinner in a casual pair of slacks and a tight blouse beneath which she wore no bra, as if challenging her husband to do something about it. But Harold had other ideas.
He waited until Saturday morning. As it was he had spoken to the upstairs maid, a lovely young thing named Lorna whom he had discovered to be extremely promiscuous. In all the time she had been working for him he had never once made a pass at her, but when he finally did approach her with his idea, he was astonished at how readily she agreed to what he wanted.
"Provided I get some satisfaction out of it, and I don't get fired," she insisted.
"That's fair enough," he agreed.
So that Saturday morning, when Donna awoke, she was surprised to see her husband out of bed before her. She was even more surprised to hear funny sounds coming from somewhere in the house, and getting out of bed, not bothering to put a robe over her nightgown, she stepped into the violet-carpeted hallway, turned right, and walked to the end of the hallway where the small maid's bedroom was located. The door was open, and peering in, she saw something for which she was totally unprepared. There was Harold, her husband, naked, on his knees, actually sucking the maid's cunt.
Not that Lorna was a bad-looking woman. True, she was more slender than Donna, which Donna was envious of. But facially she didn't begin to match Donna, and her breasts were so much smaller than those of Harold Century's wife. Even her cuntlips seemed so flat compared to the plumpness of Donna's, making the blonde woman wonder why her husband had chosen to cheat with this dark-haired bitch who had a slightly long nose anyway.
The maid looked up and saw her and gasped aloud. The gasp was Harold's signal to pull his head from the maid's cunt.
"Harold, just what the blazes do you think you're doing?" Donna asked, stamping her bare foot. "How dare you do something like this in our own house! So this is what you do when I lock the bedroom door."
""Shut up!" Harold snapped, surprising Donna, and also surprising himself. He never thought he would have the gumption to talk this way to his wife. But a lot of things Mike had said made sense, and as a result, he intended trying it out.
"How dare you talk to me that way!" Donna snapped.
"I told you to shut up," he said, standing and walking over to her, standing nakedly in front of her.
"Get dressed," Donna told him, turning her back on him. "You look ridiculous."
"Do I?" he asked.
Donna was totally unprepared for her husband's suddenly whipping her around to face him, and before she knew what was happening, he was slapping her across the face, once, twice, three times, very hard, making her gasp each time.
"Who the hell d'you think you are telling me what to do in my own house?" he roared. "Get the hell down on your knees, right now."
"How dare you, Harold!" she gasped. "I'm going to pack and leave, right now."
"You do that," the skinny man snapped, smacking her face again. "Only I'll see to it you don't get a penny if you divorce me. Believe me, I can do it."
He ripped her nightgown from her body, leaving her as naked as himself and the housemaid.
"You're mad!" Donna gasped.
"I'm sane for the first time," Harold told her. "From now on you're going to do as I say, when I say. If you try and get funny, I'll kick you out and give you nothing."
"I've never seen you like this before," Donna gasped, feeling apprehensive.
It was as if Mike Ferrizo had been infected with some antagonistic virus, and it had now been passed to her husband. Donna was suddenly worried. She didn't know if she liked the idea of power being taken away from her so suddenly and completely.
Harold reached out and grabbed her breast. He began twisting the nipple, forcing her to her knees.
"Now!" he told Donna. "I want you sucking my cock, and I want you sucking it hard."
"Not out here!" Donna hissed. "Not in front of her," she insisted, inclining her head toward the maid.
"Oh no? Well then, if you won't suck old Peter out here, I have a much better place."
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Donna asked.
He moved around behind her, planted a foot in her buttocks, and shoved her forward so that she fell flat on her face.
"Move!" he gestured, pointing toward the maid's room.
Lorna had been briefed by Harold as to what he wanted, and a substantial cash payment assured her he had no intention of backing out. This was going to be fun. She had no particular love for Donna, who had always pushed her around and bossed her around as if she were garbage. Well this was going to be her opportunity to get even with the buxom Amazon.
When Donna merely rose to her knees and didn't move, Harold shoved his foot into her rear again and said, "Move! Into the room, right now!"
"No!" Donna insisted, so Harold came around in front of her and smacked her face again.
"Yes!" he snorted, enjoying this feeling of power he had over his wife. This guy Mike really seemed to know what he was talking about. Not only was he enjoying hitting his bitchy wife, but the sense of power he was feeling over her made him suddenly feel that much more aroused. He was enjoying what he was doing, and he intended to continue doing it. God! It was all so stimulating!
"From now on, I'm the boss in this house," he snapped. "I've done all I could to try and make you happy, but nothing seems to please you, so get that ass into the maid's room. You're going to learn both humility and humiliation."
Afraid her skinny husband might actually hurt her if he slapped her face too hard, Donna walked, on her knees, into the maid's room. She was panting with hate, aching for her husband to try and push his skinny cock into her mouth. Then she would bite it off.
Harold kicked her again, and she fell forward, her face hitting the sofa cushion directly in front of Lorna's vagina as the latter remained seated on said sofa with her legs wide apart, her heels pressed against her buttocks, opening the plane of her vagina that much more obviously. When Donna tried picking her head up, Lorna's hand shot out and pressed down on it, and the maid had the audacity to say, "Get over here, you blonde bitch. The time has come to even the score between us. You've always been so hoity toity, well now you're going to even things up by licking my pussy."
"You're insane," Donna gasped. "I've never done such a thing."
She turned her face and looked at her husband, as if pleading for him to interfere.
"It's about time you learned, baby," Harold snapped at his wife. "From now on Lorna's more than just a maid here. She's a sex object, a sex object for both of us." He grinned evilly, placing his hands on his hips, and he said, "You do precisely what Lorna's telling you to do."
As if to emphasize his words, he once again kicked Donna in her rear, making her squeal. When she still refused to move, he smiled and took some pussy willow stems from a nearby vase in the room, and holding them together, he whacked her across her back with them.
"All right . . . all right.. . just don't hurt me anymore."
When her husband had hit her with the pussy willow branches it had really hurt. With Mike Ferrizo, much as it had hurt it had been sexually arousing. There was nothing arousing in the way the pussy willow branches had all but cut her back.
Sobbing now, Donna slowly moved forward, but staring at the vagina before her, ringed as it was with black fur, she was frightened of it. Harold moved toward her, taking her by surprise as he gripped one of her wrists and twisted it behind her back. Donna cried out in pain, feeling the agony spread through her shoulder. She felt herself being forced forward toward Lorna's cunt.
"Just stay on your knees, damn you!" Harold insisted.
She felt the nap of the carpeting rubbing her knees and the friction hurt, but there was nothing Donna was able to do. Lorna's crotch was less than two inches away, and Donna already inhaled the sex juices oozing from within. Now the black-haired woman tugged her slim thighs even farther apart. Her flat pink lips weer unquestionably more heavily furred than Donna's, although the hairs had been trimmed into the rough semblance of a square, as if emphasizing that her cunt was her "box." Lorna thrust her cunt up and forward, an inch closer to Donna's face.
"Get on with it oh mistress of the house! Lick my pussy," Lorna insisted.
"Do it!" Harold ordered, his hand pressing on the back of her head as his other hand continued twisting her arm.
"Harold . . . now . . . now . . . don't do this . . . please . . . wwhhhoooommmphhh. . . . "
Donna's lips were suddenly mashed against the pouting split of Lorna's vagina. Lorna aided things by grabbing Donna's hair and tugging her forward while humping her crotch against the latter's countenance. She ground her wet cunt into Donna's face, rubbing her lips against the blonde's nose. Donna found her mouth crammed against a wet, slimy opening, preventing her breathing. She gagged, afraid she would throw up and managed to pull her head away.
"No!" she gasped. "Don't do this to me!"
"Your wife really is one heck of a bitch!" Lorna insisted, bringing her ass closer to the edge of the sofa. "Slap her hard and make her lick me!"
"My pleasure!" Harold assured her.
He twisted his fingers in Donna's hair, turning hard until the blonde woman yelped. Pain shot through her buttocks as her husband's free hand began slapping her upraised asscheeks.
"No more, no more!" Donna pleaded.
"You going to suck Lorna's pussy?" he asked.
"All right, all right, I'll do it!" she agreed.
'Then do it!"
Lorna once again pushed her vagina close to the edge of the sofa until her cunt was actually overshooting it. She smiled a wide smile as Donna's face moved closer. Donna stared in horror at the oily opening before her-the slit gaping wide as if trying to swallow up her face when she moved to it. God! How was Mike ever able to lick her cunt this way? It seemed disgusting, sickening.
"Come on, already," Harold snapped. "No more procrastinating."
"If she doesn't do it, beat her," Lorna smiled.
"No, no, I'm doing it, see, I'm doing it!" Donna gasped.
"Before you do it, tell us in words just what it is you're doing, you bitch!" Harold insisted.
"I'm . . . going to lick . . . her," Donna whispered.
"Lick her what?" he prompted, getting more and more of a kick out of being the dominant one.
"Her vagina!"
"What else is it called?" Harold wanted to know, prolonging this torturous moment and enjoying every last bit of it.
He beat the backs of her shoulders, and she found herself falling forward, her face once again sinking into the morass of Lorna's black-rimmed muff. Reaching forward with both hands, she found Lorna gripping her wrists, and though Donna knew herself to be much stronger than Lorna, she knew pulling free might antagonize her husband, and Harold, skinny runt that he was, was stronger than she. So she allowed herself to be tugged forward.
"Suck me, you damn bitch!" Lorna snapped.
"Oh no, I want her answering the question, first," Harold insisted, and seeing the insistence scrawled on his face, Lorna relaxed her grip for a moment. "Come on, Donna. You were going to say it before Lorna got overanxious. What else is the vagina called? "
"A pussy."
"Louder!"
"A pussy."
"What else?"
"A cunt."
"What are you going to do."
"I'm going to suck it."
"What are you going to suck."
"I'm going to suck her cunt."
"Louder."
"HER CUNT!" Donna screamed. "I'M GOING TO SUCH HER CUNT . . . HER PUSSY . . . HER VAGINA."
Harold got a big kick out of twisting his hands in her hair. Pain stabbed through the lovely woman's scalp. Tears were once again freely rolling down her cheeks as her nostrils picked up the rich effluvium of Lorna's sodden vagina. Then her face was suddenly jammed forward, her lips smacking wetly into the other woman's dripping vaginal tunnel. She ought to have been revolted, but she wasn't. Just as she hadn't thrown up that first time she had been forced to swallow Mike's sperm, so now she felt no desire to retch even though her face was in the sodden center of the other female's vaginal tunnel. Her tongue slid into the gaping slash that made up the inner lips.
"Suck!" Lorna cried, tugging her face down.
Without realizing it, Donna was moving her tongue deeper and deeper into the sodden slit, probing, rotating, working the oral organ in and out until she found herself swallowing a large gob of pussy oil. It was tasty, very tasty. Now she was beginning to understand why Mike liked lapping pussy. She swallowed, knowing if she didn't do so it would be difficult for her to breathe. Her tongue slithered in again, then slid out, shaping itself into a little scoop that moved against the upper wall of the inner vaginal hole, gathering more of the female dew. She sucked it into her mouth and once again swallowed it. It was strong, definitely a feminine essence, and definitely very tasty.
Donna suddenly realized, much to her horror, that she was actually enjoying this. Crazy as it seemed, she enjoyed lapping another female's vagina. Did this mean she was homosexual?
"Oh yes, yes, Mr. Century . . . Harold . . . your wife is . . . uhhhhh . . . very good at this . . . very good . . . she does this expertly . . . aahhhh.. . . "
The lovely blonde was stabbing her working tongue in again and again, pushing it as deep as possible into the tasty giving passage, making it delve a little deeper on each forward thrust. She sensed the way the brunette's cuntwalls were tightening around her driving tongue, and she slipped the oral organ out and pressed it flatly against the clitoris. Her hands moved around the maid's waist as she gripped the latter tightly and pulled her even closer, sinking her tongue once again into the formidable feminine tunnel. Lorna was gasping and sighing as Donna tried burying her face all the more deeply.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes . . . yes--. . . yes . . . yes.. . . " the maid was softly murmuring, her head swishing from side to side.
"Is it good?" Harold asked.
"Good . . . good . . . really good," the maid nodded.
"Well, my wife has hidden talents I'd never suspected, until now," Harold smiled.
"Oh yes, she really knows how to use that lovely mouth of hers," the beautiful brunette nodded, humping her cunt back and forth with the rhmthm of Donna's thrusting tongue.
Donna felt her husband's hot breath against the back of her neck as the man bent low, moving his face around in an attempt to see her tongue stabbing into Lorna's vagina. Donna ignored the man and with her lips captured the clitoris of the maid, pulling it between her teeth, sucking on it, bobbing her head back and forth as if sucking on a tiny cock. Her teeth nibbled lightly and the lovely brunette cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Keep licking that cunt, darling," the harried husband instructed, no longer the meek little mouse he had always been. Seeing how his domination had worked, from now on he knew things were going to be different. Still, Donna was going to try and rebel in the beginning, so he would still need Mike Ferrizo to keep his bitchy wife in her place. Yes, this was going to be the wisest investment he ever made.
Donna was aware of her husband's hands roaming over her buttocks and was about to lift her head up, but her husband grabbed her head and shoved it into the maid's crotch again.
"I'll tell you when to stop," he said to his wife.
"Ohhhhh . . . this is so good. . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.. . go-oooooooood. . . . " the maid insisted, sighing with delighted pleasure, lying back on the sofa, her hands rubbing across her breasts. "Yes . . . yes . . . this is so gooooood . . . hhhhaaaannnnhhhhhh!"
She hurled her vaginal opening against the blonde Amazon's face as Harold pressed his naked self against his wife from behind. He was reaching forward on either side, letting his hands reach around and grip her breasts as they dangled. He rolled the thick nipples in his fingers and leaned against his wife's back, his face pressing into her nape, his breath hissing wetly against her perspiring skin. He sent his tongue out in tiny licking darts the way Mike had done, though not nearly as expertly, but because she was licking the other woman's pussy Donna found herself totally aroused. Then she felt the hard head of her husband's slender cock against her buttocks, and another vibrant chill shot up her shuddering spine.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . . yesssssssssss . . . that's so good!" Lorna continued gasping.
"You keep on licking that pussy, dear wife," Harold said, his voice nice and low so that Donna was barely able to hear him. "Just keep on licking her and I'll let you feel my cock moving in you from a different angle."
He slammed his penis against the crack between her buttocks and Donna sobbed as the solid organ rubbed up and down, up and down. All the while he leaned on top of her and continued rubbing her nipples. His penile head found itself soaked in his wife's juices and he realized just how aroused Donna was. Christ! Mike had really been right.
Lorna gripped Donna's head more tightly and pulled it against her sodden split, humping her body up and down, knowing she would shortly hit her peak. Donna continued burying her nose in the rich depths of the other woman's genital area, sucking up all the tasty juices, massaging the clitoris again and again with her probing tongue, capturing it now and again between her teeth. Lorna yelled with burning need each time the blonde woman bit down on the little extension. Then Donna licked against the top of the crack, her mouth opening very wide and her tongue probing into the heated center of the other woman's sodden cunt.
Donna was aware of her husband's loud panting, and she gasped as he squeezed her nipples all the more tightly. At this point her nipples were so sensitive she thought she would scream. As it was, she opened her mouth and gasped against the vagina she was sucking.
She was suddenly aware her husband was no longer lying on her back, nor was he fingering her nipples. Where was he? What was he doing.
Donna tried to turn, but Lorna's hands caught in her hair, yanking and twisting. Then she once again felt the naked, burning rod of her husband's cock pressing against her ass.
The man reached around her, moving his fingers down from her belly to the slotted wetness between her thighs. He reached in, touching her as he had never touched her before, and Donna realized it was her own aloofness which had prevented her husband from really making it with her in the way that would have made her happy. Had she known about this, things would have been different. But now that she had sampled the thickness of Mike Ferrizo's cock she knew she wouldn't be content with the slender wand her husband had to offer. Even if she lost Mike in the future, she would have to find other, equally thick cocks. One thing was certain; between Mike and her husband she was learning every delightful perversity there was to know about sex.
She gasped as he curved his finger into the slot of her tight cunt, and shuddered as she realized his other hand was working its way into the narrow slit between her asscheeks, the tip of his forefinger already pressing against the dark star of her ass. Was he insane? He had never dared touch her there before! But he had always been a different man before. Now he was changed, and he seemingly dared anything. His fingers were pressing, one into her hot cunt, the other into her ass. God! How delightfully degrading!
Harold had always wanted to penetrate his wife's asshole, but he had never tried it until now. He had never tried any of the many different things he had wanted to do, until now. His finger pushed against her sphincter, and suddenly he was in up to the first joint, then to the second joint. At the same time his other hand was jamming its middle finger into her cunt, and the two fingers began swirling around inside her. Donna clenched her ass muscles as if trying to expel his finger, but the clutching ring of muscle surrounding his finger only seemed to draw it that much more deeply into her and Harold sighed with enjoyment. Now he was stabbing his fingers in rhythm, as if hoping the tops of them would meet somewhere inside her, though in reality a membrane separated the fingers, and thin as it was, it was strong and wouldn't tear.
Donna felt the pressure of his fingers, and unaware of the strength of the wall of flesh between her anal center and her vaginal interior, was suddenly terrified. She yanked herself away from her husband's driving fingers, gasping, "No! No! Please . . . don't do this, Harold."
"Darling," he said, smiling softly, and she feared that soft smile more than if he would have screamed at her. "Put your lovely face back into Lorna's cunt and continue sucking or I'll tear your perineum right out of you."
Gasping, terrified, yet thrilled beyond measure, the helpless blonde woman returned her mouth to the flooded vagina of the anxious brunette, her jaw gaping wide as she moved her lips over the mound as if attempting to suck the entire surface all at once. Her teeth sank into the softness of the inner lips and Lorna gasped with spine-tingling delight, a minor climax taking hold of her and making her fire her secretions straight into the blonde woman's waiting mouth. It was almost as heavy as the white flow she had swallowed from Mike Ferrizo, and had she not swallowed quickly she might well have strangled on it. Her husband's fingers had returned to her twin orifices, and she wriggled her buttocks around and around as he poked and investigated as never before.
His fingers suddenly eased out of her and the lovely blonde breathed a silent sigh of relief. But a moment later her entire body was tightening up as his two hands moved to the bottom of her rounded asscheeks, lifting her bottom higher, tugging her knees apart until her vagina presented a perfect bulls-eye. His finger once again moved to her anal opening and pushed right in, stabbing deeper this time than ever before. Almost all of the finger was buried in her rear. Donna tried lifting her head, but Lorna had her hands in the blonde woman's hair and held her down, saying, "Just keep licking, oh mistress of the house and show you can be a mistress of a house in more ways than one."
Harold's driving finger sank in again, the digit continually swirling around and around in her rectal tunnel, moving back and forth in the narrowness, and then the finger was withdrawn, no longer there. Her husband was moving closer to her now, his hands still gripping her asscheeks, tugging them apart, the head of his penis poking against the little crinkle of her asshole. He was going to fuck her in the ass.
"No!" she gasped. "Not there! Harold for God's sake, not there!"
Lorna's hand slapped her across the face sharply and suddenly and the lovely blonde saw stars. She swore she would not fire the brunette. To fire her would put her out of reach. Once she had Lorna in the house without Harold present, she was going to make this woman pay for maltreating her. For the moment, all she was able to do was break into great gasping sobs, trying hard to once more wriggle out of her husband's grasp. He caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her again, and once more he shoved her face into the dripping center of the brunette's shuddering pussy. Lorna, in order to keep her locked in place, raised her thighs over Donna's shoulders and clamped them tightly around the blonde Amazon's head.
"Lovely wife," Harold cautioned softly. "Don't move this wonderful ass again or I'll be forced to hurt you."
"By all means, hurt her," Lorna insisted.
"Harold looked at the brunette in such a way as if to say she was going too far. Lorna quickly shut her mouth.
The dark-haired woman had her hands wrapped tightly in her blonde mistress's hair, tugging on the strands of hair as if they were reins. Harold rubbed an arm across his mouth then adjusted his wife's ass more to his liking, silently signaling for Lorna to lower her feet from the other woman's back. Donna felt relief as the feet were removed from her back but there was no easing of the pressure of the other woman's hands on her head. She was aware of her husband once again putting his hands under her buttocks, lifting her, raising her rear cheeks.
His slender cock moved and the lovely blonde Amazon nearly strangled as she swallowed more globs of oil from Lorna's pussy. Slender as her husband's cock was, it would tear her apart inside if it moved into the narrow space of her rectum. She would be torn inside, a searing agony that would rip her inner tissues to shreds. She was certain of it. Please don't let Harold go into her rectum.
The hard head of his slender penis rubbed along the crack of her ass, Harold grinning at his house maid as he pressed the penis against his wife's sphincter.
"Do it!" Lorna encouraged.
Donna tightened, waiting, but then her husband slid the head of his slender truncheon down, letting it rest against the wider entrance of her cunt. In this position, with her face pressed into her maid's vagina, the lovely blonde woman realized her vaginal tunnel was even more narrow than usual, and where her husband always managed to slip it in with some sweet resistance before, this time, in spite of the stretching her cunt had received from Mike, it was going to once again feel stretched.
Harold pressed his ass forward until the glans slipped into the delightfully humid center of her dribbling cunt. Donna gasped, but tight as she was, there was no pain at all. After all, her husband's cock was definitely too thin, even in this position. Son of a bitch! His cock actually felt good inside her as it continued sliding deeper, deeper, deeper. The full length of it now probed easily into her. She had no idea why it felt so good, but it did, it did, and that was all that counted.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Harold sighed as he sank in to the bottom, once again falling forward, letting his hands slide beneath her to once more grope for her dangling breasts. He filled his hands with her flesh, tweaking the nipples, pulling on them, tugging them, his hard, slender cock throbbing delightfully in the center of her.
"Jesus! She's even tighter this way!" he gasped. "Are you in her ass?" Lorna asked. "No," Harold replied. "I'm in her tight, luscious cunt."
"Hey," Lorna said, don't forget, you promised to save some of that for me. I mean, don't shoot inside her. If you do, you won't have anything left over for me."
"Sure I will," Harold assured her. "I'm going to let you suck it back up to hardness after I've finished fucking her, and then you'll take your turn licking her cunt while I fuck you. Right?"
"Huh? Oh, yes sir, of course. Whatever you say."
"Hear that, Donna? Did you hear the way she spoke to me? That's the way you're going to speak to me from now on, nice and polite."
He pinched his wife's nipples again and she gasped, her mouth wide open against the brunette's vagina. Her tongue automatically stabbed out again, pushing deep within the heatedly yielding cuntwalls, and Lorna once again sighed with delight.
"Oooooooooh!" the dark-haired maid gasped. 'This is one woman who can really suck a cunt, all right."
"Well now, let's see if she fucks better in this position than in bed."
He was working his hard cock in and out of her teeming body, Donna sighing with thrilled satisfaction at the delightful way the hard cock was moving. He pushed deeper and deeper, driving his cock into her harder and harder as if attempting to reach her heart with the head of his cock, or possibly even trying to push the damn thing out her throat. Donna wished the man was slightly longer and thicker, but considering the equipment he did have, he was doing a more-than-adequate job for the first time in his wife.
Her tongue continued working against Lorna's sodden cunt, but her aching cunt was able to feel every convolution and curve of his throbbing prick, of the tremendous penile point, the urethra moving against the top of her vaginal tunnel, pulsing, beating more and more strongly.
'Too bad you women don't have cocks," Harold laughed. "You ought to know how it feels to have a cock buried in the tightness of a solid cunt like this. Believe me, if you felt it, you'd never want to go back to being fucked."
"It just so happens it feels as good to have a cunt filled with cock as it does to have a cock around a cunt," the maid dreamily insisted, her body tightening as she felt the big orgasm now beginning its approach.
"I wonder, I really wonder," Harold snickered. "I'm sure it really can't be as good as feeling a cunt wrapped tightly around a cock."
"Yes," Donna gasped, taking her face from Lorna's cunt for the moment to speak. "I.. . uhhh . . . like it.
Don't stop, Harold. Keep on fucking me!"
Well, well, well, Harold thought. He was more impressed than ever by what Mike Ferrizo had obviously taught his wife. Yes, he was really getting his money's worth.
"Make her beg for it!" Lorna insisted.
"Fuck me!" Donna cried out without waiting for her husband to tease her. "Please, please, fuck me.. . fuck me hard, fuck me deep, but keep on fucking me."
"You've got it!" Harold assured her. "For now, it's all yours."
He thrust forward again, once more filling her body with the full length of his slender masculine reed, the head of his cock barely managing to brush by the entrance to her womb, slamming so solidly into her, her insides were twisting. His arms were wrapped tightly around his wife, his fingers kneading the fullness of her mammae, working cruelly over the spongy nipples and gathering her full flesh into bunches as he began thrusting, moving ever deeper into her, his hard cock riding back until all but the head was withdrawn, the glans trapped inside the inner lips of her sucking pussy. For what seemed like an impossibly long instant, an eternity that lasted less than a fraction of a second, he hung there-and then he slammed forward and into her again, the force of his powerful blow rocking the beautiful woman forward, shoving her face against the sodden slash of the brunette all over again.
"Suck!" Lorna screamed.
Suck she did, her tongue working wildly against the woman's clitoris, licking, lapping, slurping, and then the brunette hit the top of the rainbow with a long, loud scream.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEYMYYYYEEEE AA-AAGGGGHH HHHHUUUU UUUNNNNNNN GG-GGGHHHAAAAAAARRR GGGGGHHHHHHH-HAAAAWWW AAAAUUUUUUUNN NNNNNG-GGHH HHHHAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, thrashing as her thighs clamped tightly around Donna's face, squirting heavy gouts of cunt oil into the blonde's eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Harold gasped.
Yes, fuck! Donna thought. Fuck me!
Harold slammed his throbbing organ that much harder into her, pounding his penile flesh into her sodden depths his hands moving down to flatten against the lips of her aching pussy as his weighty cock continued plunging back and forth, back and forth. He gathered her labia and pushed them tightly against his retreating cock, creating friction he had never been able to build in his wife's pussy before. The sensations were shredding Donna's vaginal interior and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep this up. Hell! If Mike had her in this position she would really be climbing the walls. One thing was certain, and that was that this wouldn't be able to continue. It simply would not continue.
He pounded, pumping wildly and with all his strength, slamming deep into the woman's screaming depths, tugging back only to slam his cock into her one more time. The lovely woman continued breathing in the fragrance from the other woman's hot cunt, the brunette no longer clinging to her, but lying back on the sofa, her needs sated for the moment. But Donna had the need to do something, and with her hands she forced Lorna's thighs wide apart and clamped her mouth on the brunette's pink gash, sucking, pulling all the flesh into her mouth and chewing, biting, nibbling, slurping, licking with her tongue, slavering through the luscious tunnel as Lorna screamed and tried pushing her away. But Donna was not to be pushed away so easily. Her own orgasm was mounting, building as she sucked, and she moved up and down on her knees, her buttocks waving to her husband, inviting him to sink even more deeply into her. In! In! In! Then she was there!
"GGGGGGHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWW-FFFF MMMMMMGGGGGG WWWAAAAARR RR-GGGGGGGG LLLLLLMMMNNNGG GGLLLLLF-FFFFFAAA AAAHHHHH!" she shrieked into the depths of Lorna's pussy, making the brunette shudder as if a light charge of electricity was coursing through her.
Now it was Harold's turn. He had always enjoyed his climaxes before, but they were nothing compared to what he was feeling at the present moment as he blasted into his wife's hot twat.
He exploded again and again into Donna's pussy, and when it was over, he sagged to the floor and Donna all but fell on top of him. It was the most different, and yet the most enjoyable Saturday morning she had ever known.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna became obsessive about sex, but found her husband was still as elusive as ever. The only trouble was, his elusiveness was now caused by his having to satisfy the maid as well as herself. Granted, he did do a better job than he had previously done, but this only made her want and need satisfaction that much more. The entire weekend drove her crazy. Her husband was too weak on Saturday to do much for her after using his cock on the maid later in the afternoon, and Sunday, after he tied her to a bedpost in the master bedroom and beat her with a flat leather belt that didn't break her skin, he fucked her exactly once before once again having to satisfy the maid, after which he was totally worn out.
On Monday, Donna got her revenge where the maid was concerned by inviting the milkman and the delivery boy into the house and letting the two men take turns with the woman. It didn't occur to her the two of them might have been able to take her on together, otherwise she certainly would have done just that. In point of fact, she sat in a chair and watched as the two men, one after the other, made good use of her maid, flaggellating the woman with some old wooden slats she had found in the backyard before getting down to slipping their hard penises into her. But the sight of the two men working on her maid merely served to arouse her that much more, and as a result she knew she had to find some satisfaction. Oddly enough, it never occurred to her to "cheat" on Mike, though she had been willing enough to cheat on her husband. She knew it meant another whipping, but her body was craving satisfaction. So that afternoon, at four thirty, she called a cab and had the driver take her to Utopia Parkway West where Custom Builders was located. After paying off the driver, she hurried inside, but to her amazement she saw two men behind the counter.
"Hey," Mike smiled. "Good to see you again. This was the lady I was telling you about," he said to the other man. "You know, the one with all those windows."
"Oh yeah," the other man nodded.
The other man was tall, with a slightly round face, carrot-colored hair-good-looking in his own way, no less masculine than Mike, yet his presence unnerved Donna.
"I got what you want," Mike said to the girl. "Suppose you go in the back. It's up in the attic. I think you know the way."
"Yes," Donna nodded, gulping.
"Red, you put on the lights for the lady, okay?"
"Sure thing," the redheaded man nodded.
"What do you do here?" Donna asked as the two of them walked into the warehouse.
"I'm what you might call the field manager," Red replied. "I handle all the fence work."
"Oh!" Donna nodded. "Well if we ever need any fence work done, I'll be certain to let you know."
Red turned on the lights, and Donna went up the stairs to the attic to wait. She wondered if she ought to undress, but she decided it might be a good idea to wait until the redheaded man left and she was alone with Mike.
Some few minutes later she heard footsteps on the stairs. Breathlessly she looked at the door, but when it opened she saw it was Red, not Mike.
"Where's Mike?" she asked.
"Mike's busy," Red replied. "He briefed me on what you want. So I figure you know why I'm here," he told her, shutting the door, a broad smile creasing his boyishly handsome face.
"I know why you think you're here," she snapped.
"But I want Mike, not you. You come near me, and I'll kick your balls in."
"Ah, a real feisty one," Red said, smiling. "What a pleasure you're going to be. You know, I've been all over the world, and in that time I've seen quite a few broads. Each one has had a different sort of attitude. I've met the quiet, subservient woman from India, the silently accepting Chinese girls, the defiant blondes like yourself, mostly Nordic and Aryan types. I've also encountered some hot-blooded Latins, not to mention the so-called reserved English who are not so reserved. I've met passionate French women, and then there were the Japanese women who were always more than willing to please."
"Just what is it you're trying to say?" Donna asked.
"Honey, you aren't unique, though I have to admit I've seen few, if any women, who look as strong as you. But I still think I'm stronger. So if you get violent, I'm going to have to get more violent, if you dig me. Believe me, I'm not underestimating your strength, not by a long shot. What I am doing is telling you, plainly, simply, in a straightforward factual way, you are about to be solidly fucked. What's more, I'm going to fuck you in a way that totally pleases me, even if it doesn't necessarily please you. By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be overjoyed, whether you've been fucked, sucked, or sodomized."
"You disgust me, do you know that?" Donna asked. "Do you have to be so verbally graphic about the way you say things?"
"Hey, those are the words, honey. They say it all. If you used those words with your own husband, you'd probably be able to turn him on a lot more often than you do."
"I don't know about turning him on, but you turn me off," she insisted. "I wouldn't let you put hands on me if you were the only man around."
"At the moment that's just it. I am the only man around. But whether or not you allow me to put hands on you, that's precisely what I intend doing-hands, and another part of my anatomy, as well, though just where it is I'm going to put that part of my anatomy I have not yet decided. You want to be treated like some whore off the streets, then that's just what I'll do. You want to be treated like a lady, then I'll treat you like a lady. The choice is yours, honey. So let's stop bullshitting around. Off with that imagine red dress."
"The hell I will, you son of a bitch!" she snapped.
"Sorry, honey, I gave you fair warning," he told her, shaking his head and walking over to her. "Looks like I have to buy you a new dress before you go home tonight."
"You stay away from me!" she yelled, doing her best to back away from him.
He came nearer and she tried getting around him in the hope of reaching the door to the stairs. Long before she was anywhere near the door he was on her, dragging her to the bed, gripping her tightly by both arms.
Donna turned to face him and tried jamming her knee in his groin, but Red was all set for her and turned his hip, blocking her knee. Then he backhanded her across the face and she fell onto the mattresses.
"I suppose hitting me made you feel really masculine," she said, her hand touching the sore cheek as she cowered on the bed. Red merely smiled and began undressing.
"Get the duds off or I'll have to rip them off," he insisted as he finished undressing.
The sight of his muscular body standing in front of her frightened Donna. She had known Mike would try abusing her in some way, but it had never occurred to her he would ring in a substitute at the last moment.
Donna had to try and find some way to get out of this. She knew, strong as she was, that she wasn't going to fight her way out. Perhaps she might be able to shame him into letting her go. She began laughing viciously, saying, "If you only knew how totally ridiculous you look standing there."
Her words seemed to galvanize Red into action once again. The man walked over to where she lay, reached down, grabbed her short, fluffy blonde hair and twisted his fingers tightly in it. Donna began laughing hysterically, inwardly quivering because this redheaded man was putting his hands on her. The mere idea of his touching her revolted her. Imagine allowing this man's body, his torso, to cover her own. The simple thought was totally out of the question. Mike was the man she wanted. Not that Red was a bad-looking man. On the contrary, he was a very good looking man. He was taller than Mike, had a slightly rounder face, but his entire attitude was almost a carbon copy of Mike's, as if she was something coming to him, as if her wants and needs didn't count as long as she fulfilled his.
"No!" she yelled at the red haired man. "I think you're a disgusting pig. Stay far away from me."
Red threw her back on the mattress then lay beside her, forcing her down when she would have risen, his steady gaze burning into her. She quivered, lying there as his large hands ran over the fullness of her firm body, touching the milky whiteness of her rounded thighs under her red dress. His hands wandered higher, touching the slight fullness of her waist, and then moved higher, realizing she had no bra on underneath. His fingers played over the large nipples on her breasts, dancing over the chocolate-circled areolae. This only made her nipples enlarge that much more, pressing against the halter fabric built into her dress, as if begging to be released.
"You let go of me," she insisted, frightened out of her wits and shivering as the redheaded man's hands wandered over her lush body.
"Baby, you came up here of your own free will," Red snapped, his eyes glittering. "Now that you're here, you're gonna do exactly as I say. The sooner you do what I say, the sooner you learn that here you obey, the easier it'll be for you. But don't make any mistakes, honey. Now that you are here, you're gonna do as I say, sooner or later. For your own sake it'd better be sooner."
The blonde woman stared at Red and realized the man was totally devoid of pity. She was smart enough to know she was capable of hurting him by kicking him in his groin, but even if she did manage to physically damage him, the only way out was through the front, where Mike was working. The rear of the warehouse had been closed and locked. At this moment she was totally in the power of this horrible redheaded man.
"I don't know you," she gasped, starting to cry out loud. "I just can't get involved with you-just like that!"
The man smiled as his huge, powerful arms surrounded her and his face came down on hers, his mouth hungrily kissing her. She felt the edges of his teeth biting her lips, actually hurting her, and now, more than ever, she was aware of the need to get away. She had no idea how she was going to accomplish it, but she had to escape.
The lovely Donna began violently struggling, but strong as she was, the redheaded man was that much stronger-a Hercules overcoming Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. His arms were a tight vise around her and his probing tongue was already forcing her heart-shaped lips apart, working their way between her even white teeth, teeth that hadn't dared bite. God! How she ached to clamp down on that wet, sloshing tongue, feeling the overpowering need to bite and chew it. She allowed her anger to get the better of her common sense and began trying to bite him, but the man was always quicker than she, and she ended up biting her own tongue, instead. She screamed aloud with pain, then tried butting his handsome face with the top of her head.
"Baby, you just have to learn the hard way," Red snapped, and he began slapping her face. He slapped her a good dozen times, dazing her, her head snapping from side to side.
Donna felt woozy and weak, realizing how completely unprotected she was at present. The man was even more overpowering, in his own way, than Mike. He refused to be cowed by her brashness where Mike would have simply stepped aside and all but kicked her out. It seemed her time had come for getting back more than she was giving. First Mike, then her husband, now this redheaded man.
His hands literally tore her red dress from her body, exposing the full swells of her huge mammaries to his hungrily staring eyes. Then without hesitation her panties were suddenly ripped off, and the redheaded man was staring at the beautiful moss of golden fluff barely coating her broad pelvis.
"I was going to give you a slow, lingering warm-up period," Red told her. "But because you're such a stuffy bitch, I figure you don't deserve it. What you do deserve is just what you're going to get. Just remember, you brought all this on yourself."
"You animal!" she gasped. "You vile, rotten animal!"
He smiled, stood, and walked over to a corner of the attic. He reached into the corner and pulled out something, though she was unable to determine what it was, at first. As he came closer, she realized it was a length of fence wire, chain link fence, and the chain link was wired between two strands of metal.
"This was going to be part of some guy's decorative fence, until he changed his mind. We had this stored up here in the attic for a long time, wondering what we were going to do with it," Red told her. "Now I know."
Donna stared at it. It was four feet long, and the two metal pieces to which the chain link was attached were six inches apart. At the top of the chain link was another piece of metal with a knob, originally meant to merely be a decoration. But Red was holding it like the handle of a paddle.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" Donna gasped.
"I'm going to beat you black-and-blue, honey," he smiled.
"You're crazy!" she gasped, trying to leap away from him.
He grabbed her hair, then pointed to a large wooden penta-post standing nearby, saying, "You fight anymore, and I'll shove that post right up your cunt."
Donna stared at the post. It had to be at least six inches in circumference, maybe more, and she knew something like that shoved into her vagina would make her bleed. Cowering, she whimpered as Red made her stand, then bend over the mattresses with her head resting on her arms, her ass sticking out as Mike had made her pose the last time she had been here.
Red wasted no time. He began hitting her with the chain link paddle, and she felt the wicked sting of nine-gauge, vinyl-covered fence wire biting into her rear cheeks, creating a heated burning the like of which she had never tried to imagine. The fence wire caused waffle patterns to form in red on her ass as the redheaded man walloped her again and again, the pain less brutal than that which Mike had caused with the vinyl paddle, yet more lingering. He hit her in such a way that the metal sides of the makeshift chain link paddle didn't touch her, but the wire did. As a result, her resilient asscheeks made the paddle rebound all the more vigorously with each wallop.
Swish-whap! Swish-whap! Swish-whap!
Red was impatient. Unlike Mike, he wanted to get the preliminaries over and done with. When he had formed countless crossing red stripes on her backside without breaking Donna's skin, he threw the paddle aside, then hurled her onto the mattresses.
Donna winced when her sore buttocks skidded across the top mattress, and she yelled, "Bastard!" at Red. Then the air whooshed out of her as he hurled his own hairy naked body on top of hers, the fluffy hair on his chest scrubbing the soft white flesh of her breasts, making her nipples tingle with arousal against her will.
Donna began struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. She spit at him, and this made Red slap her lovely face again, after which he rolled off her, spun her over onto her belly, and pressed a knee into her back to keep her from rolling over again. Each time she lifted her head up to curse him again, he rammed her face against the top mattress, whacking her on the back of her head with the flat of his palm. Now and again he would grab a handful of her fluffy blonde hair and jam her face all the more firmly into the mattress to muffle her cursing.
His knees were now between hers, and little by little he was forcing her white thighs farther and farther apart. Donna was aware of her kneecaps roughly dragging along the surface of the mattress. She fought, doing her best to keep him from parting her loins, but she discovered it was no use. Her face stung from the way he had continually slapped her, and burning tears, pouring from her eyes, now ran down her cheeks, stinging them as well with their salt. Her thighs were being forced wider and wider all the time.
Donna suddenly gasped, startled by the feeling of the hard knob of his throbbing cock. She hadn't even looked at it, totally unaware of the length and thickness of it, but now she felt the breadth of the head as it pressed against her inner thighs and she knew it was thick, really thick. The lovely blonde gasped as she felt it being shoved forward so that the long, hot pole moved between the crevice of her plumply rounded, red-waffled asscheeks.
She writhed with pain, trying to move her sore rear-end. It was the only part of her she was able to move a little now that he was pressing his weight on top of her. She wanted that disgusting, slickly wet length belonging to the man to get away from her, but every move on her part only pressed the solid rod that much deeper into the indentation between her gluteus maximi.
Suddenly Red's weight was off her as she heard his voice order out loud, "Up on your knees, honey. Do it willingly or I'll get the fence paddle and work your ass over until it bleeds."
But Donna lay there, totally defiant and unmoving save to bring her plump thighs clamping together again, tightening her muscles in what she knew had to be a futile effort as tears continued heavily flowing.
When Red saw the blonde wasn't going to willingly obey him, he picked up the chain link paddle and proceeded to whack her ass as hard as possible, hitting her more than twelve times, this time hitting her hard enough so that the chain link did break the outer layer of skin. Nevertheless, it wasn't a deep-enough cut to bring blood, though it was deep enough to make her buttocks burn with agony. This made Donna wriggle and squirm that much more, yet she was determined not to surrender herself to this horrible stranger who had intruded himself into her life.
Her ovoid asscheeks had crisscrossed lines up and down and across as well as diagonally from all the times he had hit her. The cut outer layers of skin were stinging unmercifully as she perspired and the salt from her perspiration filled the wounds. Swish-whack! Swish-whack! Swish-whack!
The blonde realized it was no use. Even now, it was going to be difficult explaining all these marks on her behind to her husband. Yet she knew she didn't dare confess her infidelity for fear of being divorced and left with no means of support. Her own willfulness had brought her to this in the first place. If she kept coming back to see Mike Ferrizo it would mean her own destruction. Yet to not do so meant having to seek physical pleasure in some unknown quarter, which would mean facing more unknown horrors. She would be back again, and she would accept whatever torture Mike intended visiting on her, even if it was Red. Yes, she had to obey Red right now, whether she liked it or not.
"Come on!" Red said, his voice almost gravelly. "Pick up that caboose, honey!"
"All right, all right!" Donna sniffled, and slowly struggled to her knees, raising her rear.
Apparently she didn't move fast enough to suit the redheaded man because his hands suddenly slipped beneath her, grabbing her thigh-fronts, hoisting her up until her rounded, crisscrossed fanny was way up in the air. Her buns were already obscenely poised, as if hanging in mid-air with no support.
She realized the uselessness of resistance at this point. The redheaded man was determined to get what he wanted from her helpless body. With the back door down, the warehouse was soundproofed, so no matter how loud she intended yelling it would do her no good. Even if Mike, in the store, heard her, he had no intention of coming to her aid. She was this man's to do with as he pleased. For the moment she belonged to him, allowing him to manipulate her any way that suited him. Maybe if she cooperated for a short while, he would get it over with, somehow possibly giving her some kind of pleasure to compensate for all this pain.
Red was kneeling behind her as her husband had done when her face had been pushed into the pussy of her maid, but he was taking his time now that he had her under his control. At the moment he was staring into the depths of her pink, wet, juicy cunt. It made
Donna uncomfortable to realize this strange man was simply staring at it, enjoying what he was able to see while she remained with her rear-end up in the air, not daring to move.
Donna was well aware of the fact that she was a beautiful woman. She knew her beauty had been the snare she had used to catch her husband. She also knew this redheaded man, for all his cruelty, was now hot for her beauty, the lecherous son of a bitch! What was more, with her head pressed into the mattress, she was able to see he was hung almost as huge as Mike-not quite that big though-and he intended burying that solid pillar of masculinity standing from between his thighs into the receptacle between her thighs.
She was right. Red had really built himself up to a wild pitch, and having had to work for her cunt, he intended fucking it. Hell! Mike had told him ahead of time she was going to be a bit of a problem, but he hadn't anticipated this much trouble. Now that she had made him work, he intended getting his full reward. Red loved fucking! There was no reason on earth that he ought not to enjoy this particular cunt, as well. He was aching to shove his burning shaft to the hilt in her tight little pussy. Yes, for such a hefty chick her cunt was tight-looking. Her asscheeks with their welted pattern merely accented the plumpness of her soft cuntlips, and now that he was able to see the oils dripping from within, he intended rocketing his cock into her and blasting his balls off. His hands were already cupping his scrotum, a dangling duffle bag of flesh that seemed to get heavier with each passing second. God! He longed to empty the contents of his balls into this woman!
Moving forward on his knees, he placed his rigidly throbbing phallic spear so that the head barely touched the crease between her stinging asscheeks. The touch of her asscheeks against the rubbery tip of his penis, as the glans lay there, seemed to torment him. He was intent on making her feel a little more torment, and so he reached out and tightly gripped a pained ass-cheek in each hand and pulled it apart so the red tip of his burning cock was able to slip between her asscheeks and simply nestle there.
Donna automatically tightened her rounded buttocks against the tugging of the man's thumbs, but he continued pulling on the gluteal mounds, not really using any force, using soft pressure, letting her become attuned to the feel of his thumbs. Eventually her global, waffle-patterned asscheeks totally relaxed and allowed themselves to be spread wide apart, exposing the brown pucker of her anus as well as her golden-haloed pussy, below. The yellow rings of sparse hair made her rich inner pinkness look that much more tempting.
Donna was starting to feel somewhat relaxed, now. But she gasped when aware of his breath wafting against the openness of her cuntlips and it came to her this man was going to do for her what her husband had yet to do-he was going to lap her pussy.
The blonde inwardly smiled. Even after causing her pain and embarrassment, this man was going to make himself subservient to her pussy, after all, and so like her husband he was beneath her. Had she known he had intended licking her cunt, she would never have fought him. Hell! She would lie still and let a man lick her cunt anytime. Mike had done it to perfection, and she had done an equally good job on Lorna. Now let's see how good Red was.
The drifting coolness of his weighty breath against her wet labia began to thrill her. She found herself becoming more and more aroused. A maddening sensation was starting to mount within her as the man continued breathing into her wide-open, exposed, oyster-like vagina. From the way he was inhaling it was obvious he enjoyed her natural inner fragrance. She had been careful to wash her cunt before coming here, knowing how meticulous Mike was about a clean vagina, and now the redheaded man was the beneficiary of her sanitary efforts. She moaned a little, enjoying the feeling. Her aching body was becoming more and more relaxed.
The searing touch of the tip of his tongue at the top of her coccyx was like an electric jolt, and the lovely blonde all but jumped. It was a cold, icy wetness at the top of her asscrack. Her beaten buttocks tightened involuntarily, then loosened again. Her fingers grabbed bunches of mattress between them and squeezed as Red's tongue slowly dipped into the crack between her cheeks, lightly running over her asshole before continuing on its way to her suddenly sopping cunt. She wriggled, thrilling to the way the man used his tongue, feeling it leap all around her wet cunt-hole without actually sliding into it. He was teasing her, damn him! Then the long wetly snaking tongue plunged headlong into the frothing depths of her quiveringly anticipating pussy.
Now the tongue was no longer cold, but rather warm, flexible and delightfully tender, applying thrillingly gentle pressure to her delicate membranes, lapping circularly about, taunting, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive inner lining of flesh that made up her feminine pit.
He knew he had her now. She was still not used to cunnilingus, and feeling it being used on her, was the total victim of it, unable to resist his mouth. He began sucking the meat of her inner labia, his mouth drinking the heavy flow of oil oozing from her, allowing his tongue to slither against her growing clitoris before it once again came back and sank into her sensitively blazing center.
As he lapped, ReH felt her rounded, pained asscheeks pushing against his face, her cunt hungry for even more of his tongue. She was sighing, and he knew he was getting to her. Donna was enjoying herself, more so because the pain in her buttocks enhanced the feelings of pleasure shooting wildly through her. She had to admit the redheaded man was as good as Mike when it came to using his mouth. Now she was aware of her entire body vibrating in pervading reactions of sensuous desire, the feeling mounting higher and higher because of the movement of his tongue. It was sawing in and out of her creamy feminine vault like a willowy and slenderly yielding cock.
She decided she would let herself go, now abandoning herself entirely to the workings of his oral digit. Donna shuddered with wanton need to the way he continually shoved his tongue that much further into her vagina before tugging it out and letting it lick through the deep crevice between her bulbous, crisscrossed asscheeks. What was more, she was well aware the man knew she was enjoying what he was doing. The way he went about licking let her know he was determined to make sure she liked it as much as she had hated the torture. It was, in a way, yet another torture, an agonizing torture because she realized Red was a one-time deal. Why Mike was taunting her with Red she didn't know, but she did know it was all part of Mike's plan to make sure she came back to him. Her head, staring back between her dangling breasts, saw Red's face covered with her oily vaginal secretions, and from the hungry way he was licking her cunt it was obvious he was enjoying himself even more than she had enjoyed lapping Lorna's cunt.
Donna gasped as the man suddenly crammed three fingers into the sodden depths of her dripping pussy. All three crammed in at once. Instantly her lovely body tightened, but he moved his fingers dexterously around and around, touching all the walls of her sucking vagina, probing deeper and deeper.
"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnnnggghhh!" she involuntarily gasped, wiggling her buttocks to the movement of his working fingers as the digits continued investigating her feminine internal plumbing. The fingers plunged in and out with a maddening fury, making all kinds of sucking noises in the depths of her oven-like cunt.
His thrusts were stronger and stronger now. As a result, Donna was feeling that much more aroused.
Perspiration was dripping from Red's slick body as he continued working his fingers through the lovely blonde's aching cunt, jamming the manual digits in and out, in and out, enjoying the way she was moaning and groaning and sighing. She was bouncing uncontrollably on her knees, bucking her buttocks above the screwing fingers, sighing with a sensuousness born from the agony she had only too recently suffered. Now she was feeling as good as she had felt bad, before. What was happening to the blonde was purely physical, a total animal sensation with nothing emotional involved-neither love nor hate. Her hair-speckled labia parted that much more widely, admitting more of his hand, the slick wetness inside becoming a flooding pool.
Red knew the lovely blonde was on the verge of orgasm. But he'd be damned if he let her get something from all this without his benefiting as well. His pulsating shaft was pleading with his body to be inserted into the tight grip of her cunt where his fingers now sloshed in and out. He ached to feel the pressure of her pussy walls tightly sucking on his throbbing length of poker.
Slowly now, very slowly he managed to ease his fingers out of her, instantly sensing her questioning disappointment. He had her curious as to why he was stopping. Then Donna was once again aware of the hardness of the throbbing cock as the head was once more being pressed into the orifice between her parted loins. Slowly the bulbous head of flesh began moving into her, forcing her sucking labia farther and farther apart. Her warmly flooding pussy gripped him even more tightly than he had imagined. Yeah, Mike had really found a good thing.
Red moaned out loud. This was one good, tight, tiny cunt, especially when one considered the Amazon into whom it was built. He would make Mike's plan work by bringing this blonde under total domination. Red had no idea why Mike was so adamant about forcing this chick to be beaten before fucking her-though it was obvious he wouldn't have been able to fuck her any other way. Given some proper tutelage, she would make one helluva lifetime fucking partner. Red knew Mike had no intention of making this woman his own lifetime fucking partner, and so he was curious why the mustached man was giving the blonde such a thorough going-over.
Christ! He loved the way her yielding interior had molded itself around the thickness of his cock, gripping it as if she had suckers built into her internal flesh.
Donna shook with thrilled feeling as the fat length of the powering cock buried itself all the way inside her. Then it pulled back only to slam in all over again.
Then the reality of what was happening to her suddenly came to the blonde. The redheaded man, like Mike, had taken out his sadistic urges on her, and now he was fucking her not to make her happy, but to make him happy. He was using her. She was a receptacle for his pleasure, and nothing else. But he had her pinned now and there was nothing she was able to do about it. Silently she cursed, hating all men as Red pounded in and out of her cunt.
Even through her misery the beautiful blonde realized what a strong feeling was building up inside her from the pummeling her cunt was receiving. The thick phallic spear was rubbing her upper vaginal wall that much more strongly. This, in turn, was causing the climactic sensation to mount that much higher within her. It would descend on her at any moment, and with that feeling so near, all the agony and pain she had suffered faded into the background, forgotten for the moment.
Donna was groaning-but because of the excitement mounting in her rather than the hurt she had been subjected to, earlier. Her plump, red-striped ass was wiggling from side to side as Red continued violently probing her vaginal depths with his solid masculine "speculum."
The powerful redheaded man was leaning forward, putting his weight on her back as her husband had done the previous Saturday, and strong as she was, Donna felt her spine might give way. His driving cock burrowed ever deeper, building wild sensations in the pit of her femininity, adding to the tingling sensations initially started by his slithering tongue, a tongue which now lapped at the nape of her neck. His fingers pressed into her groin, the tip of his forefinger massaging her clitoris, making her squirm that much more.
The combination of driving cock and massaging finger proved too much for Donna, and screaming she found herself at the apex of it all. Or was she screaming? Her mouth was open, and air was coming out, but there was no sound. His savage thrusts filled her with an internal sensation of well-being, his flat belly rubbing against the roundness of her up-thrust asscheeks as wild thrill built up on wilder thrill, causing her climax to vibrate through her being like electricity blasting through wires.
A second orgasm followed the first one, and then a third followed the second one, and Donna soon discovered she was unable to stand it. She was weak, and if another climax overwhelmed her, she knew she would not only fall asleep, but remain here far past the time she had to be home in order to be with her husband.
"Stop!" she begged, immediately noting he pulled out, lifting her.
She fell back to the top mattress, feeling completely warm, inwardly content, thoroughly satisfied. The degradation she had previously felt had been replaced by total satiety. Yes, she was ready to fall asleep. That was when she noticed he was no longer behind her but in front of her, his thick fencepost of cock waggling from side to side before her eyes.
Abruptly she was being flipped over onto her ass, and before she was able to protest, Red was pulling on her arms so that she was sitting up. She opened her mouth to object, and before she realized what was happening, his erect stanchion was being thrust between her lips as his hands held her head steady.
"Bite and I'll rip your ears off!" Red told her, emphasizing his words by gripping her two shell-shaped aural extensions.
Donna was too tired to try pulling away. She knew he'd probably hurl her down on the bed, then sit on her breasts and force her mouth open again just so he'd be able to cram the full length of his shuddering cock down her throat. For an instant she did feel the temptation to bite down hard on his cock and slam his balls with her fist. But once again she remembered where she was and the fact that there was no way out save past Mike, who would probably beat the hell out of her if she hurt Red. At the moment she was in too vulnerable a position to resist.
The broad, spade-headed cock eased into the hotly sodden cave of her tight little mouth-a mouth that had already sucked a slightly longer, thicker cock. Red was groaning as the immensity of his pulsating phallus filled the lovely young blonde's oral cavity with its breadth.
Once he had the head touching the back of her throat, he withdrew it, then began speedily plunging it in and out of her mouth, listening with delight to the way she sucked as he felt her lips pull and pull and pull. The fleshy log filled and re-filled her mouth with its solidity.
"Come on now!" she heard the redheaded man constantly urging between snorting breaths of air. "Suck, baby! Use those lips and that tongue of yours. Remember, the better you suck, the more you're going to enjoy this, too."
His plunging dagger of masculine flesh lacked the full length and breadth of the previous one on which she had sucked. As a result it didn't thrill Donna quite as much, though she had to admit it was certainly tasty enough. Sucking cock, she had discovered, was second nature to her now, not at all abhorrent. She decided the redheaded man was indeed a good lover. Hell! He had made her climax three times, and in spite of the wicked beatings he had given her, her body felt good-or was it because of the wicked beatings. In any case, he had made her peak three times and she did owe him this one climax. What the hell! It was almost time for her to leave, and sucking on this cock had awakened her from the lethargy she had been feeling. Let the man shoot in her mouth so she'd be able to go home.
Her tongue pressed solidly against the fleshy underside of the thick masculine stanchion as Donna began taking an active interest in what she was doing. Her mind was wildly racing along as she sucked. This was obviously something she would learn to do for her husband, as well. Harold had changed these past few days, as if coming out of a hidden shell, making her realize he wanted all the things these other men wanted. Only his previous consideration of her had prevented his letting her know these things. She had abused that consideration, and now she was paying the penalty. In a way, it was good, because she was being forced to learn how much she had missed by being such a prude, and she would never have learned it under Harold's previous gentleness.
The stiffly ramming length of fleshy rail continued moving in and out of her sucking mouth, and Donna decided she would do whatever her husband wanted her to do from now on. The only problem was, Harold had such a skinny, tiny cock compared to these men. Would she be satisfied with Harold alone, or would she return for more penile punishment from Mike and whomever else he might bring in to fuck her? Odd, but though she should have been frightened, the thought merely aroused her that much more. Her lips were now eagerly pulling on the throbbing penis as the organ continued sliding between them.
Red was well aware of the sudden change in Donna's attitude, from resistance to indifference, and ultimately to acceptance as she sucked strongly, lustfully. He had no idea just why she had such a change of heart, but he was overjoyed, enjoying her different mode of behavior. She was more than merely cooperative, suddenly seemingly anxious to please.
The workings of her mouth and tongue were too much for the redheaded man. He jammed the full length of his penile javelin into her gullet, cramming it as far down her throat as possible, holding it there as his hands gripped her head and pulled her face into his groin, keeping it there.
The strangest thing was happening to Donna. The head of the penis massaging her gullet was touching something deep in her throat, and she felt herself reaching for, and finally achieving yet another orgasm.
RHHH HHHAAAA UUUUUWWWWWAA AAAC-CCCHHH HHHHAA!" she gagged as he fired his seminal load down her esophagus, shouting "YYYY-YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH . . . THAT'S IT.. . SUCK IT, BABBBBYY-YY . . . SUCK!"
Suck she did, until his prostate and balls were empty, and when it was over, Red went out and brought back another dress for her to wear which she put on, not feeling the least bit guilty about what she had done. She would be back for more, and Mike knew it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next two days, Tuesday and Wednesday, Donna managed to keep herself under control, even though Harold, her husband, hadn't once approached her. God! She had been awakened to a need for sex as never before, and in order to assuage part of her need she had taken to masturbation. But she wasn't content to merely massage her clitoris in private. She insisted on doing it while she had the TV repairman fucking Lorna, the maid. Lorna, for her part, was having a ball. While Donna was thinking she was getting even with Lorna for what the brunette had made her do under Harold's supervision, the truth was, Lorna was enjoying herself more than ever. Donna, seeing Lorna getting such a kick out of it became angry enough to start walloping Lorna with a flat leather belt after the various men she brought into the house had departed, but this didn't ease Donna's need for orgasm. Granted, she would masturbate while beating Lorna, but it didn't satisfy her. The blonde Amazon realized she didn't enjoy dishing out punishment. What Mike Ferrizo had told her was coming to pass. She was inwardly desirous of more punishment. She wanted to be hurt, and so she began having Lorna beat her buttocks with the leather strap while she continued fingering herself, and she discovered this brought her some relief, but it was never enough.
Thursday was Lorna's day off, and Donna took a long, hot bath, knowing Mike was coming to her house to measure her windows. She waited almost the entire day before he showed up. She was dressed in a blue halter and matching shorts, and she angrily pouted, "What took you so long?"
"You forget, I got a store to run," Mike snapped. "I had to wait until I closed the store. After all, you insisted I come over here instead of sending my outside man. I still have to pay my outside man for the job, even though I'm doing it. In fact, I had him do the driving. He's out in the car, waiting. Hell! If I gotta pay him, I'm gonna make him do some of the work."
Donna looked out the living room window, thinking Red was the man to whom Mike was referring. But no, there was a different man sitting in the car. He was no youngster, that was obvious. He had a few wrinkles, his hair was iron-gray, and at the moment he was looking at a magazine he had brought to keep him busy, so Donna saw his profile more than anything else. He looked to be a tall man, even while sitting in the car.
"Who is he?" Donna asked.
'That's Big Sal," Mike told her. "Big Sal knows windows like nobody else, that's why I usually send him out on measuring jobs. When I say he's big, believe me, he's BIG."
"I can see he looks tall," Donna smirked.
"I didn't mean tall. I mean he's hung like a brahma bull. Now suppose we get to measuring the windows."
"Damn you, I didn't ask you here just to measure windows," she snapped. "Let your man do the measuring. You know why I asked you here."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I know why. But we have to go somewhere where there are no windows."
"The basement," Donna suggested. "It's below ground, and my husband has private gym built down there."
Mike went to the front door and called out, "Hey, Sal, come on in here."
Donna watched through the window as the big gray-haired man got out of the car. He looked to be in his middle fifties, built like a bull in every way. Granted his gut was a little loose, probably from too much beer, but the rest of him was as powerful as any man might hope to be.
"What is it, Mike?" he asked, wiping his hands on his gray pants, rubbing off some of the cheap newsprint that had gotten on them.
"Bring your tape measure and start measuring these windows," Mike told him. "I'm going down to the basement to check out something. When y'finish measuring, go back to the car."
"Gotcha!" Sal nodded, and Donna thought she saw a wink.
Donna led the way down the narrow flight of steps to the basement. It was a huge tiled basement with maps on the floor, just like a regular gymnasium. The ceiling wasn't as high so there was no need for climbing ropes, though her husband had strung a pair of them there anyway. There was a set of parallel bars, and a leather horse for jumping and exercising, as well as wall pulleys and a medicine ball. All this Mike was clearly able to see when Donna turned on the indirect fluorescent lighting.
"Let's get to it!" Mike told her, motioning for her to undress.
"What about you?" Donna asked, starting to remove her clothing but making no move when she saw him remain unmoving.
"I'll get undressed in due time," he told her.
"Are you going to invite your man down here too?" Donna asked.
"Nan!" Mike assured her. "I ain't gonna invite him."
She undressed, then said, "What now?"
"Now I beat the shit outta you," he smiled. "Bend over the horse." She did so, and he walked up to her, looking at her buttocks. "Hey, Red did some job on your ass. I can still see the indentations."
"Yes," Donna nodded.
"Did he do this too?" Mike asked, touching the area where Lorna had beaten her with the flat belt.
"No," Donna admitted. Then she lied, saying, "My husband did that.
Mike smiled, then said, "Today, we beat you with something else."
He grabbed the thick climbing rope that was dangling near the horse, and he proceeded to wallop the devil out of Donna's behind with the thick hemp. Because it was thick, it didn't leave cutting marks, but it did leave large red weals, weals that would take at least a day to go away.
"Owwwwwooooo!" Donna howled, and yet she loved the beating. She would not have forsaken it for the world. The lovely blonde had become as addicted to being beaten as she had to sex.
Mike walloped her again and again, then had her turn her naked body over so that he hit her front, as well. The rope slammed across her breasts, and then he had her part her thighs so that he was whipping her cunt. The pain was only creating a heightening effect, especially when the rough hemp of the rope hit her clitoris. She gasped, yet she loved it, and when Mike whipped her cunt a few more times, Donna found herself coming madly, her flowing juices wetting down the end of the rope.
Mike finally dropped the rope, hurriedly stripped down, and walked over to the lovely woman who lay over the horse on her back.
"I'd bet you'd like a cock up that cunt about now!" he laughed. "Yes!" she gasped.
"Well you're not getting it. . . yet," he told her. "For the moment you have to settle for a tongue."
"Whatever you say, Mike!" she gasped. "Anything you say! I'll take a tongue."
"Sure you will," Mike laughed, but instead of pushing an oral tongue into her vagina, he grabbed the rope with which he had been beating her and began rubbing the very end of it against it splashing split. She shuddered as the rough hemp made her achieve yet another orgasm.
"Suck my cunt, Mike!" she gasped. "Please suck it!"
"You're learning, honey," he told her. "Since you said please, I'll suck it a little."
He was on his knees on the mat now, his face level with her cunt as it hung over the horse. Spreading the blonde's thighs, he pushed his face into the succulent depths of her drooling gash, his darting tongue spearing into the simmering depths of her womanly furrow. The aroused woman groaned and spread her thighs even wider, feeling as if her spine would crack as she lay over the horse on her back. She was unable to gain any leverage until she clamped her legs around Mike's shoulders, then she started pumping her tenderly plump and juicy pussy up, shoving her labia against the man's hungrily delving mouth. Her hot juices came frothing out and smearing themselves all over his face, washing down his mustache.
Mike purposely worked his tongue in and out of her narrow interstice, using the tip of it to lick around her clitoris without actually touching it, knowing this was driving the blonde woman insane.
"On please.. . . "she begged.
"What is it, baby?" he asked. "What d'you want me to do?"
"Here!" she pointed to her clitoris. "Lick me here?"
"Where is here?" he asked, teasing. "Tell me in plain words. What is it you want me to lick?"
"My clitoris, damn you!" she gasped. "Lick my clitoris!"
"You got it!" he laughed, and with no further urging he flattened his tongue against the little penis-like extension at the top of her inner labia, rubbing his oral organ up and down like sandpaper, massaging it. His tongue was now everywhere in the luscious pink slot at once, working in and out, around, flatly against the clitoris, sucking at her glistening pink feminine folds, then knifing them with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to be doing it all at once.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAA NNNNGGGGGGGGH-HH HHHAAAARRRRR RRRGGGGHHH HHHH-HHH UUUUNNNNNN GGGGGGGHHHHH AA-AANNNNGG GGGGGGHH HHHUUUUUUU NN-NNGGGG HHHHAAAGGG GGAAHHHH!" Donna bellowed, her thighs clutching Mike's head closer to her as hot cream from her vaginal interior spurted all over his face as she wildly climaxed. The pain in her buttocks enhanced her orgasm that much more. The gripping contractions in her well-sucked vagina became more and more spasmodic.
"Hey, what the hell is going on down here?" Big Sal's voice boomed, and footsteps came trundling down the steps to the basement.
"Stop him!" Donna gasped. "You swore you wouldn't invite him."
"Hell! I'm not inviting him," Mike told her. "He came down because you're making too much fuckin' noise."
Donna slid to the floor, lying on the stuffed mat, looking up in horror. From where she lay the gray haired man looked more powerful and larger than ever. He was tucking his tape measure into the pocket of his dusty pants.
"Whats'amatter Sal?" Mike asked, but there was amusement in Mike's voice.
"I heard all kinds of screaming from down here. Jesus! I thought someone was dying," the big man laughed heartily. "Goes to show you how wrong a guy can be."
Terrified, Donna lay there, unmoving, while Mike, now as naked as she, stood above her.
"You oughtta be ashamed," Mike said to Sal. "Cantcha see this is a private party? You weren't invited."
The big man had a twinkle in his eye as he walked over to Donna and looked down at her.
"Jesus, Mike!" he roared. 'That's prime stuff you have there. You mean you're gonna hog her all to yourself? You do, and I might have to tell the bosses about what y'do during working hours."
Donna trembled with fright at being found out by yet another man, one arm crossed over her breasts while her palm covered her sparsely haired vaginal slash. The leering older man was laughing out loud, a lascivious roar, staring at the fullness of the breasts she was unable to entirely cover with her hand.
"Now come on Mike," Sal said to him. "The bosses have warned you before. What you do after working hours is your own business, but during business hours . . . well, that's when you have to work. I'm sorry, Mike, but I think I'm gonna have to report you."
"Hey, now come on, Sal, what kinda crap is this? Don't I always give you the good measuring jobs? Don't you always collect ten percent on an order? You report me to the bosses, and they'll put someone else in my place who'll only give you five percent, if that much."
Mike stopped talking and stared at the iron-haired man. He folded his arms, and his cock, half-erect, allowed a drop of seminal oil to slowly drip down onto Donna's thigh.
Sal laughed until he shook, then said, "Take it easy, Mike. Just take it easy. Maybe we can work something out."
"Sure thing," Mike nodded smiling, and Donna felt she knew what was coming. It was obvious from the way Sal was eyeing her. She didn't want anything to do with the powerful man, and yet a lot hinged on her decision.
"Y'know, when I go out on measuring jobs, I never find such cooperative broads," Sal smiled. "I find that hard to believe," Mike answered, and
Donna never saw him wink, not realizing it was another part of Mike's plan to turn her into a totally docile woman for her husband.
"S'the truth," he nodded, and Donna noticed the bulge tenting the older man's pants. She also noticed that Mike's erection was getting stronger instead of weaker, and she put it down to the sight of her nakedness rather than the fact that he was thinking about what he and Sal were going to do to her.
"Come on, Sal," Mike was saying. "You're not gonna report me to the bosses, are you? I mean, I've been your best friend since I've been here in the business."
"Hell! I don't really wanna report you," Sal was saying. "You're right about you being the one guy who's been good to me. Still, if I don't report you, and somehow or other the bosses find out, then my own ass is in a sling. Jesus, Mike! You're putting me in one helluva situation. I don't know what the hell to do."
"Please!" Donna gasped fearfully. "Have a heart, Sal. If you report Mike, then the bosses will tell my husband, and I'll be in a lot of trouble. Oh, have a heart. . . . "
"Well, now, Sal was saying, stroking his chin. "If you folks make it worth my while I won't say a thing.. . . "
"You want me to up the pay to twelve percent on this job?" Mike was asking. "I'll find a way, somehow, even if it has to come out of my own paycheck."
"Nan!" Sal shrugged, looking at Donna's lush nakedness. He had a wide grin on his face and his hand reached down and rubbed the huge bulge between his thighs. "I don't want money outta your pocket, Mike," he told the mustached man.
Donna turned red all over again as she realized the man was no longer merely hinting about his wanting to use her body. The thought of sexually performing with the gray-haired man didn't sit well with her at all, but at this point she knew she had no choice. Christ! She was starting to feel like some kind of street whore. How many men was she expected to take on? Granted she had been the one to initially choose the path of infidelity, but she had intended cheating only with this one man-Mike. Then Mike had rung in Red, and now there was this Big Sal.. . not to mention what her husband had forced her to do with Lorna. But she knew she was better off doing as Sal wanted than ending up in divorce court. Luckily her husband wouldn't be home for at least two more hours, yet.
Steeling herself, the lovely blonde forced herself, against her will, to smile warmly at Big Sal. She licked her lips realizing her tongue was almost as dry as her throat.
"Okay, Sal," she finally nodded, her voice totally resigned to what the man wanted. "I suppose you want me to use my mouth on your cock, like Mike does."
Sal looked at her and smiled, his cock jerking in his pants.
"I'll bet you blow real good, too," he smiled.
"Let me prove it," Donna said to him.
The tall man stared down at the frightened blonde housewife, his eyes coolly assessing the fullness of breasts now totally exposed, and then he looked at the heartshaped lips as well as the tightness of her cunt. It bothered her to feel his eyes wandering over her as if she were some kind of possession rather than a human being. But at this point she knew her marriage depended on her turning this man on rather than letting him leave dissatisfied. So for the first time in her life she actually smiled at a strange man as he looked at her, widening her thighs to let him get an even better look at the wetness oozing from her vaginal slit while her breasts bobbed up and down with her uneven breathing.
"We'll do something," Sal nodded. "But we'll do what I wanna do, and not what you wanna do."
Donna eyed the older man warily, all set to hear the worst, wondering what horrible ideas this man had in mind. She was frightened at the thought he might be even more depraved than Mike, Red, or her husband. There was no doubt about the immenseness of his cock, and if he got some crazy idea, like trying to shove it into her ass, she'd say no.
"I'll let you blow my nuts," he told her, "but I ain't gonna get involved while Mike here just stands around and watches. Hell, no! If I'm involved, then Mike's gotta be involved, too. This way, neither one of us can blow the whistle on the other. I mean, we gotta stick together. It's a kind of crisis that has to be weathered, dontcha agree?"
"Well just how do you suggest we go about this?" the blonde woman asked, wary as to just what it was the older man had in mind. "I've never done anything with two men . . . at least not with two men at the same time."
Big Sal was laughing. He walked over to the two hanging ropes and he tied loops in them. The loops were tied at slightly above waist level for him.
"Stand up and c'mere," Sal said to Donna, and the naked woman got to her feet and walked over to him.
Mike was standing on the opposite side, leaning against the horse, his thick cock solid and all set to go. Big Sal undid his pants and as they fell to the mat, he tugged off his shirt, revealing a chest covered with iron-gray hair. Kicking off his shoes, he let his pants fall off, then he tugged off his undershorts and allowed his massive cock to bob into sight, the balls hanging beneath making the gunny sac Red had sported look small.
"This is a gym," Sal was saying, "so you, blondie, are gonna show us what a great gymnast you are."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Donna asked.
Holding one of the rope loops, he said, "Put a foot in here, right up to the knee."
Frightened, Donna obeyed the man as Mike came around to support her head and keep her from losing her balance. Then Sal helped her slide her other foot through the second loop, pushing both loops up until they were tight around her knees with her calves hanging down. Donna felt the blood rushing to her head as she hung down. She was getting dizzy in this position as Sal walked over to her. She realized her upside-down head was almost perfectly level with his groin, and his monumental cock was wagging in her face.
"Put your arms around my ass and hold tight while you suck!" Sal ordered, looking down at her nakedness, enjoying the sight of her pussy. "I'll move you back and forth until I shoot my wad down your lovely throat."
Donna gulped with distaste at the idea of hanging here like a side of beef, but she had no choice. When the tall man let go of her, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his hairy ass. The burning thickness of his gigantic penis butted against her lips, and she unwillingly opened her mouth. The massive organ wasted no time in ramming its way all the way inside, clogging her throat, then sinking deeper, choking and strangling her. His dangling balls slapped against her nose and forehead.
"Ahhhh . . . that's terrific!" the gray haired man sighed, winking at Mike who would never have conceived of doing things this way.
Sal humped his throbbing cock in and out of the blonde woman's mouth a number of times, swinging her slightly back and forth, thrilling to the pressure of her lips and tongue around his gigantic pike. His ass moved in and out as if he were fucking into the pliant center of a pussy.
"Now you!" Sal said to Mike as he continued more violently pounding the length of his throbbing organ in and out of the woman's automatically sucking mouth. 'The lower half of her body, which is upside-down, is tilted toward you, so her cunt is aimed almost directly at yer cock. Now slip your cock into her cunt, Mike, and bang this lovely broad until you fill her with sperm.
Give it to her hard! Stuff her, really cram her full of cock! If we swing her back and forth between us, we'll all of us get one helluva charge out of it."
"You sure you wanna do it this way?" Mike asked, pretending to hesitate a little.
Donna worked the throbbing length of penile piston from her mouth for a moment and gasped, "Mike, for God's sake, don't give him any flak. Do as he says. Fuck me . . . right in the cunt."
"You're sure?" Mike asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure," Donna gasped.
"You heard her," Sal encouraged, as if shouting his approval as the beautiful blonde automatically gobbled the full length of his throbbing cock right back into her mouth. "Fill that luscious pink cunt of hers with your cock, buddy. Jam it right in there, and let's see which one of us comes first."
Mike smiled, still acting as if he were an unwilling participant to all this. He moved in slowly, the throbbing length of his own gigantic prick hot and hard. He dipped the head of his wide cock into the cuntal opening proferred to him by the lovely blonde and got it covered with her juices. He moved the cock-head around and around before finally centering it.
"In this position you're gonna be tighter than ever," Mike told her. "I just hope I don't hurtcha too much!" And then he began prodding his cock forward.
"Gggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!" the helpless blonde groaned, her hot mouth melting over the length of Sal's pulsating phallus as her dribbling saliva soaked her nose and also covered the man's scrotum.
She found herself gurgling helplessly around the throbbing cock as it sank even deeper into her narrow pharynx.
"Ohhhh yeeaaaahhhhhh!" Big Sal gasped out loud. "That's the way to do it, lady! Use that upper lip of yours to nibble at my balls, as well."
Mike was fantastically aroused by the erotic play taking place before him. It was obvious from the way Donna was sucking that even if she was an unwilling participant, she had automatically learned how to suck cock in a way that not only pleased men, but pleased herself, as well. Yeah, the chick was really learning, now. By the time he was through with her, her husband would be overjoyed.
Backing his throbbing cock slightly out of the shell-shaped cunt, the handsome man smiled and then slammed it solidly right back into the narrowed tunnel, a tunnel made even more narrow by her hanging position. He slammed his cock as far in as possible, until only his balls were outside. Her cunt clenched around his cock in a tight spasm.
"Gggggglllluuuurrrrrrggggggghhhhh!" the beautiful blonde gasped, her howls of agony muffled by the fantastic length of Big Sal's mighty muscle. The thick cock attached to Mike slid into her cunt again, then again, and her vocal chrods cibrated, tossing the pulsating penis of the older man around in the narrowness of her throat as if it were a waving matclistick. The vibrations strumming against his sensitive cock-tip made the fucking older man bellow with delight again and again. His throbbing cock drilled between Donna's lips at a madly furious pace.
"Gggggglllllllrrrrggggghhhhhh . . . ggggggghhhho-ooooommmmmmpphhhhh.. . . " the lovely blonde moaned as the two men began violently pounding into her. The position she was in, with blood still rushing to her head, took some of the edge off her enjoyment, and yet, she was still able to feel more than enough pleasure coming through.
"Ohhhhh Christ! What a cunt you have, Donna," Mike gasped, moaning out loud as he continually sawed his throbbing length in and out of her creaming center. He moved the organ as rapidly as possible, savoring the tightly jerking grasp around the length of his pulsating prick.
"She has one helluva mouth, Mike!" the powerful-looking older man said, himself howling with arousal and enjoyment, his moving steam drill of cock shuttling in and out at the speed of light.
The skewered twenty-year old woman continued wiggling as she bucked back and forth in the makeshift harness of two ropes, her frenetic motion only driving the twin penises that much deeper in to her two cavities. The movement of her firmly jutting tits, slapping against Big Sal's body and also slapping against one another was sending a series of small electric thrills surging through her entire body until she thought she felt electricity in her asshole as well as her cunt.
Because of the position he was in while fucking her, Mike was able to see the tiny pink marble of her vagina, and reaching down, he fingered it while continuing to cram his penis in and out of the tight vaginal tunnel below. At the same time he pushed a finger slowly into the narrow tunnel of her rectum, enhancing the electric feeling for her.
"Gggggghhhhrrrrrrooooggggggghhhhh!" Donna gasped gutturally, her clogged throat sounds filling the small home gymnasium as Mike continued fingering her clitoris.
It finally became too much for the lovely blonde. She felt as if someone had set off a cannon in the depths of her super-heated vagina.
The moaning, groaning, writhing blonde continued jerking and lurching uncontrollably between the penises as if both men were firing thousands of volts of electricity into her, because her vaginal climax had set off an oral climax, as well, and her entire body felt thrilled beyond measure. She came a second, third, and fourth time, tightening around the reaming cocks in her squeezing cunt and grasping mouth, and a final orgasm overwhelmed her and took total control of her.
Now it was Mike's turn. He had gone two-on-one before, but he had never fucked a woman in this position. Christ! It was so damned arousing.
"CAN'T HOLD BAAACCK . . . GONNA COME . . . YYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH . . . HERE I GO . . . YYYYYYYEEEEAAAAARRRRRGGG HH-HHUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, and unleashed a torrent of seminal geyser in the depths of her sodden cunt. Blast after blast of white froth filled the pink cavity between Donna's thighs, an incandescent flashing of fluid arching its way up the length of the gurgling woman's vaginal canal.
Donna coughed, choked, and squealed with joy, her mouth clamping all the more tightly around the prick splitting her gullet as the heated flow of sperm continued filling her cunt and spilling out.
It was at this point that Big Sal lost control of himself.
The initial heady spurts of sperm washed down the beautiful blonde's narrow throat and she sucked hard, more than happy to comply, though very liglitheaded because she was upside-down. She gulped the seminal fluid eagerly, increasing the pressure of her suctioning mouth on the thick tube of the man's powerful cock. She drew all the steamy lava from it before feeling it start to soften.
The two men finished, then helped Donna down from her hanging position. She grabbed her clothes and hurried into the downstairs bathroom where she washed and then dressed.
Emerging from the bathroom, she went upstairs where she found the two men, fully dressed, sitting and waiting for her.
"Okay," Mike told her. "We got all the measurements of the windows, and we'll call and letcha know when they'll be ready to be installed."
Donna merely nodded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
'The time has come for your wife to be 'discovered' by you, being fucked," Mike said to Harold over the phone the following day, Friday.
"Isn't that carrying things a bit too far?" Harold wanted to know.
"Hell, no!" Mike told him. "Everything up to now has been a preliminary to make her accept the fact that when's she's near me she not only has to be fucked, but beaten and then fucked. Now if you should happen to catch her in the act, then you'll have total control over her in the future, especially if I happen to have my new camera handy, which you'll grab and use to take a few pictures."
"How do we go about this?" Harold asked.
"Simple," Mike told him. 'To begin with, I invite you to my house tomorrow night and introduce you to my 'wife.' "
"Are you married?" Harold asked.
"Nan! But I'll get some chick to play the part of my wife. Worry not! I'll make it all look good."
'Then what?" Harold asked.
"Just leave everything to me."
"You're certain this'll work?" Harold asked.
"I guarantee to give you total control over your wife whenever you're around," Mike told him. "I can't guarantee her behavior when you aren't around. Nor can I guarantee that you won't be fucking around on the outside, as well. But whenever you're around, she'll be a docile lamb from now on."
"All right," Harold agreed.
CHAPTER NINE
Donna was very surprised to find herself standing in front of a bungalow in Holtsville on Long Island the following night. She was dressed in a simple knee-length blue dress, and her husband was wearing a suit.
"Mike and I have become friends," he had explained to her the previous evening. "He's invited us to visit him and his wife, and I saw no reason to decline."
Donna was nervous. She didn't like the idea of socializing with Mike Ferrizo when her husband was around. She liked even less the idea of his wife being around. Just the sight of Mike had her hot and bothered.
Mike Ferrizo's house was a ranch-style home, very masculinely decorated inside, not at all reflecting the personality that Mike introduced as his wife.
"Sheryl, this is Harold and Donna Century," Mike said. "I've told you about them."
The four of them were standing in the entranceway to the house, Donna able to see into the wide living room.
Sheryl didn't seem to be at all what Mike would have married. She was a tall, slender woman with brown hair, a doll face, full breasts, a narrow waist, and a flat belly. Her legs were long, slender model's legs. Donna found it hard to believe Mike had married such a woman until Sheryl spoke. There was something undulating and erotic about her tone, and Donna immediately saw her own husband come under the brunette's spell.
"Please come in," Sheryl was saying.
She led Donna and Harold on a tour of the home, behaving as if she had lived there all her life. Donna was totally convinced she was Mike's wife.
Sheryl lived near Mike, and she and Mike often spent weekends in one another's house, which was why she knew the house so well. The house completely reflected Mike's own taste rather than that of a woman, which gave Donna the impression that Mike was really the master in his own home.
Harold was totally entranced by Sheryl, and now he understood what Mike had meant when he had said he wouldn't guarantee to keep Harold from straying when the latter was away from Donna. He suddenly felt envious of Mike in every way, not only because of Sheryl, but because he realized that by his meekness he had lost out on a huge slice of life.
They were in the spacious living room now, Harold standing in the entrance way, Sheryl and Mike standing near Donna, who was sitting in an overstuffed chair. Mike was offering her an hors' doeuvre, and Donna was accepting, moving as if in slow motion, perspiring to be so near Mike without being able to touch him. Her body was alive with lust, and she felt need building in her vagina, her hips moving slowly, slightly as she rubbed her cunt against the edge of the chair cushion on which she was sitting.
Harold stared at the way his sexy wife's hips undulated, twisted and writhed under her dress and found his throbbing cock hardening as if it were turning to stone.
Looking at Sheryl, he saw the brunette was looking at him with amusement scrawled all over her face. As hostess, she was obliged to serve him, as well, and she walked up to Harold, one hand on her slender hip, holding out a plate of small Swedish meatballs with toothpicks in them, offering them to Harold. Harold took one, keeping his eye on his own wife, noting she was seemingly oblivious as she munched on the food.
Mike walked over to him and said, "Come on, you've been standing here, zealously guarding your wife ever since you walked in."
"Where are you going?" Donna called out, seeing the two men about to leave the room.
"Just for a breath of air," Mike told her. "Sheryl, in the meanwhile, why not show Donna those movies. You know how to handle the projector."
"Have a good time," Sheryl smiled. Then turning to Donna, she said, "You know how men are. Besides it's just as well we don't have them around for this film."
"Not movies of you and Mike traveling," Donna said.
"Heck no. These are spicy movies Mike picked up. We don't want the men watching or heaven only knows what they'll do. I've never seen one of these before," Sheryl lied. "I've always wondered just what it is about these films that excites men so much."
Sheryl turned out the lights and started the projector, then took the seat directly next to Donna's. She reached out, took Donna's hand, squeezed it, and said, "I think this ought to be fun. I certainly hope so."
What Donna didn't know was that the food she had eaten had been laced with an aphrodisiac, a quick-acting aphrodisiac Mike had discovered in Malaysia when he had been in the Navy. What was more, unlike aphrodisiacs advertised in porno mags, this one really worked. She was on fire already, and in the dark, she used her free hand to reach under her dress, hooking a finger in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Somehow she managed to slide them into the purse on the table to her left, and she used a forefinger to rub against her vaginal button. This sent a deep lascivious throb shooting through her.
The movie had started. What was obviously an inexpensive motel room appeared on the screen, and
Donna realized she was still holding Sheryl's hand with her right hand, squeezing it as she fingered herself in the darkness with her left hand. Sheryl was squeezing back. A small, black-haired girl appeared on the screen, totally naked. She beckoned, and the camera panned to a naked man who was in the room, as well.
Donna felt her breath coming heavily as the camera focused first on the size of the man's erection, and then on the breasts and cunt of the woman. The camera dollied back to let the named woman walk over to the man. The woman fell to her knees, took the man's erection and rubbed the tip of it all over her face. She closed her eyes as if ecstatic, and as the camera moved in for a close-up, opened her lips and sucked the solidly rigid cock into her mouth, working on it as if it were the tastiest thing in creation. Her lips tightened around the pulsating shaft.
Inflamed beyond belief, Donna stiffened as Sheryl put an arm around her as if to reassuringly hug her. She turned to see Sheryl's face close to hers. The two of them were so close Donna smelled the other woman's perfume. She realized the chair in which she was sitting had no arm on the right, just as the chair to her right had no left arm. The two women were sitting close together, as if on a single sofa.
"God!" Donna gasped, on fire.
"Does that excite you?" Sheryl asked
"Better believe it!" Donna admitted, her eyes locked on the screen.
In the movie, the man was now lying on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and spread apart as the girl bent over and performed her oral task eagerly, holding the base of the throbbing cock up with one hand while her mouth covered the phallus and her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along the length of the powerful organ. The man's hips were beginning to wildly pump.
Donna realized the woman on the screen was doing what she had done for three men, to date. It was one thing to do this in private, but to do it in front of a movie camera-that was something else again. Still, she was fascinated by it, and her own hips began pumping as her finger continued rubbing against her clitoris. She didn't fight when Sheryl's arm came over her shoulder, reached down, and actually pinched her nipple. It hurt, but she needed the pain, really needed it in order to enjoy what she was seeing. As it was, she was breaking out with heavy droplets of perspiration, one of them dribbling down her belly and into her vagina, touching the clitoris she was rubbing with her finger. Her vagina was soaking wet now, and as she twisted and moved it felt fantastically sensitive, arousing her even more. The more she was aroused, the better it felt as she sat staring at the screen with a glazed look, grinding her hips against the sofa cushion, glorying in the pain she felt each time Sheryl twisted one nipple or other.
Donna stared at the screen, looking at close ups of the penis sliding in and out of the girl's mouth, and then close ups of the same penis sliding in and out of the girl's cunt as she moved her body up to absorb the phallic length in her vagina. The lovely blonde was twisting and turning in her seat, groaning and moaning with frustration.
"Something's wrong," Sheryl said. "Look, we're all alone in here. Let's take off some of our clothes. I'm sure you're hot in that dress."
"Do you think we dare?" Donna asked, looking at the door.
"Don't worry," Sheryl assured her. 'The door is locked."
"I'll do it on one condition," Donna gasped. "What?" Sheryl asked.
"I know this sounds crazy, but I want you to hit my buttocks with something-anything."
"After we've undressed," Sheryl smiled at her, not realizing just how potent the aphrodisiac was. Under normal conditions, no matter how kinky this woman was, she would never ask a woman she had never previously known to beat her.
Sheryl speeded things up a bit by removing her own dress, stripping down to her bra and panties.
"God! I feel so much better now," Sheryl was saying, kneeling in front of the still-sitting Donna.
The dark-haired woman reached behind the heftier, blonde woman, her own full breasts quivering in front of Donna's face, arousing the Amazonian woman all the more as she unzipped Donna's dress and then pulled it down over her shoulders regaling her white bra and swollen breasts. She giggled as she helped Donna to her feet and made the latter step out of her dress, revealing she had no panties on.
Sheryl stood next to Donna and said, "You have a fantastic body, Donna, better than that of the girl in the movies."
Donna was unable to answer. It wasn't that she was afraid of what might happen between Sheryl and herself. After all, she had indulged lesbianically with Lorna. But Sheryl was a total stranger. Sheryl's fingertips were running up and down Donna's body, making the blonde woman quiver with desire, and she shivered even more when Sheryl reached between her thighs and dug her nails firmly into her cuntlips, pulling on the few blonde wisps of crotch hair that she possessed.
"Hit me!" Donna begged.
"Lie down and spread your thighs!" Sheryl commanded.
Donna lay on the nearby sofa, opening her legs, and Sheryl disappeared into the darkness for a moment. When she returned she was holding a small bound-together set of leather strips that looked like an old-fashioned cat-o-nine tails. She brought her arm back and lashed Donna's pink vagina, the leather straps hitting the clitoris, sending wild chills shuddering through the helpless blonde. Lust throbbed through her as pain seared her cunt.
"Again!" Donna begged.
Wheep! Wheep! Wheep! Wheep!
The leather straps hit Donna's cunt again and again, then moved to her thighs, her belly, and her breasts, stinging her nipples as well, making them stand at full attention.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Donna urged. "Beat me! Then fuck me!"
Sheryl continued using the leather strips, making marks that stood out starkly dark against the woman's white flesh in the otherwise darkened room where the only light came from the projector.
Wheep! Wheep! Wheep! Wheep!
The leather straps kept hitting violently, solidly, smartingly, and Donna knew that much as it pained her, this was the only way she would be able to enjoy sex from now on. She had to have the agony before the delight.
She rolled over onto her belly, and the leather straps came down on her ass, marking her white flesh recently healed from what Red had done to her with the wire paddle. Then the straps were hitting her shoulder blades and the small of her back, and she found herself glorying in it all. Perspiration broke out all over her, the salt getting into the wounds, and the smarting pain served to thrill the blonde Amazon that much more. She no longer questioned why she was allowing a perfect stranger to do this to her.
CHAPTER TEN
Mike led Harold to his den, a small room near the living room, and once inside, turned on the TV set. Harold was visibly shaken, and Mike asked, "What's buggin' you buddy?"
"We came here to seduce my wife tonight, and here you and I are alone watching TV."
"You just keep your eyes on the TV screen," Mike told him, smiling. 'Tell me whatcha see there."
Harold stared, at first thinking he was watching some kind of sadist's movie. Then he realized he was looking at two naked women; his own wife and Mike's woman. Sheryl was whipping Donna, and Donna was loving every last little bit of it.
'"How can we see in there if it's dark?" Harold asked.
"Infra-red lights and camera lenses," Mike replied. "Your wife is a woman who loves pain. Put her in the right mood with a bit of a beating every time, and she'll fuck like a bunny. Hell! Your wife is an extremely sensual woman. The problem has been that you haven't had the time to realize it. Buddy, you have to beat her and fuck her regularly to keep her happy. It took Sheryl no time at all to get her undressed, notice? Donna's already past the point of no-return."
The beating had stopped, and Donna was more inflamed and aroused than ever. Now Sheryl, also totally naked, was running her hands all over Donna's body, saying, "You have a marvelous figure, Donna. It's much fuller than mine."
"You're nicely built too," Donna gasped.
'Thank you," Sheryl smiled, and leaning forward, touched the blonde woman's breasts with her hands. "But I have to work hard to keep in shape. Exercise, a massage, saunas all the time. Ever have a massage?"
"No," Donna gasped. "Only beatings. I need beatings."
"Massages, especially after a beating, can be very delightful. Believe me, it's something you have to try. I have this big Swede who'll come to your house-a really big, muscular man. Don't worry, it's a legitimate massage. He charges enough for it, honey. What he does to you is just within the limits of legality. One massage from him, and I can't wait to be fucked."
The two women looked at each other, and Sheryl realized she was becoming turned on by the naked sight of Donna, as Donna had been turned on by the aphrodisiac and the beating. Now Sheryl went and sat beside Donna again, and the two of them watched the action on the screen as the girl in the movie was bouncing up and down on the throbbing phallus of the man beneath her.
Donna slowly became aware of Sheryl's hands on her own body, arousing her as Lorna had never been able to do. Sheryl's hands skimmed over her slender thighs, then gently cupped the fullness of her huge breasts, fondling them, her thumbs now gently rubbing the nipples instead of twisting them. Donna found herself unable to move, her body filled with the unholy desire for sex. She was taken aback when Sheryl leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth as a man would have done. Had she, Donna, been asked to kiss Sheryl's cunt she would not have been more surprised than to be kissed this way. Donna was lying back, and Sheryl was lying on top of her, breasts touching breasts, belly rubbing belly, and thighs against thighs. The heavier thatch of pubic hair on Sheryl's groin mingled with her own, and she found herself kissing Sheryl back with the same ardor with which she had kissed Mike. The darker woman was using her knees to push Donna's apart, one leg actually falling to the floor in order to make more room for Sheryl's body, while her other leg swung up over the sofa-back. Then she tensed as Sheryl's pubic hair began rubbing up and down over her opan and dribbling vagina. She was thrilled as the hair tickled and tingled her whipped cuntlips, and as a result grew wetter from the arousal. Sheryl now bore down, grinding her hips firmly against Donna's, forcing her extended clitoris to reach out and massage that of the blonde woman. Donna opened her mouth and let out a loud moan, unable to control herself. She was aware of the more slender woman's nipples scraping against her own as Sheryl slid up and down, and then she was aware of the pressure of their cuntal lips meeting again and again. It was so good she was no longer able to control her reactions and her hips thrust upward as she bent her knees to give Sheryl greater access to her open pussy.
The itching need had become an inflaming, overpowering desire, and she began pumping her hips licentiously as she gasped, "Don't stop! For God's sake! Don't stop! More!"
Then Sheryl was sliding down and jamming her face into Donna's cunt, and the pressure of her tongue made Donna scream out loud.
"AAAAAYYYYYYA AAAAGGGGGHHHH UU-UUUUUNNGGG HHHHHHAAARRRRR GGGG-HHHHHHAAAAAAAU WWWWAAAAANNNNG-GGGGGHHHHH AAAAAGGGHH HHHAAAAA-AAGGGGHHHHHH!" she bellowed, pulling her thighs back that much farther as she came.
Then she looked up, and to her horror she saw Mike standing there, totally naked. She also saw her husband who was equally naked, but when Mike hurled himself on top of her, she realized all was lost-that her husband was now seeing her being fucked by another man as Mike's hard cock slid into her slickly wet and slithery cunt.
"It's not my fault, Harold!" she screamed, writhing, trying to get out from under Mike.
"Hold her down!" Mike yelled, realizing in her desperation she was showing Amazonian strength far greater than he had anticipated.
Sheryl knelt by the sofa and began pinching Donna's buttocks, once more stirring up sensual pain in the blonde woman, and Harold gripped his wife's right foot, the one flung back over the couch, and he held it while Mike adjusted his cock and began ramming it in and out of the sucking tightness of his wife's hot cunt. Mike sawed in and out of her, sinking his thick cock deeper with every thrust, each forward drive lifting her off the sofa only to shove her buttocks right back down into it again.
He was fucking her more wildly than ever, and Donna had to admit she had never before been fucked like this. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around the thickness of his probing cock she felt as if her fleshy walls had become a part of it. He seemed to pull her cuntwalls out with every back-thrust, then roll them back in again with each new and brutal forward drive. Little by little he was violently increasing the rhythm and depth of his maddening thrusts and embarrassed as she was at having her husband seeing her fucked this way, Donna felt her eyes rolling back in her head until she was no longer able to clearly see. God! This was the most delicious fucking of all, even with Harold watching.
Mike was dominating her totally and completely and the blonde relaxed, giving in to him, allowing her body to do as it wished. She writhed and bucked and moved in time to the way he fucked her, and she was stunned to see Sheryl standing nearby, pulling on her husband's skinny cock, keeping time to Mike's savage thrusts.
She had thought she was being fucked earlier, but all those other times were as nothing compared to what she was presently feeling. Mike unleashed his total power, sinking his cock all the way inside her, letting it ride above the neck of her womb to the deepest part of her vagina. She winced with pain, feeling an agony she had never known before as the head of his throbbing cock butted against the back wall of her cunt, and yet the pain seemed to be what she needed to achieve more satisfaction. The agony mounted, making her wince, becoming unbearable, and she was about to cry out to ask him to stop, and then the pain reached its peak, cresting, holding, searing her internally, and then she toppled and fell the long way down into the flood waters of her orgasm.
"AAAAIIIIYYY YYYEEEEEEAAAA GGGGGH HHHHHUUUUUNNNNGG GGGGHH HHAAAG-GHHH!" she screamed as her orgasm went wildly shooting through her shuddering body, darting at the speed of thought to her brain, making her feel as if the top of her head was being torn off. Her entire body was enjoying one monumental orgasm and she quivered and hurled her rounded buttocks up, begging for more.
"Shit, this is just the beginning, baby!" Mike told her, holding her tightly in his arms, clutching her as the two of them rolled off the sofa onto the floor. Mike, on the bottom, took the fall with his back. He saw stars as the woman's weight coming down on him knocked the breath out of him for a moment. But he clung to her, holding her in an iron grip, the full length of his throbbing cock deeply embedded in the depths of her cunt.
Donna was on top of him and she knew she wanted even more. She drew her knees up and crouched over his prostrate body, her thighs widely split as she began pumping madly up and down, gyrating her buttocks as she thrilled to the movement of his driving cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt with a squeezing, pleasing motion that her delighted.
Harold worked his way around to watch his wife's cunt continually swallow up the full length of the thick, lubricated shaft attached to Mike Ferrizo. He knew now that no matter how much he fucked his wife she would go after other cock because his just wasn't thick enough. But Donna meant too much to him to let go, and so he decided he would also look for outside action. The thick cock in his wife's cunt was spreading it wide as the woman pumped madly up and down, up and down. It was a licentiously marvelous sight, and he had the urge to fuck his wife more than ever.
Sheryl was shoving him out of the way, crawling on her hands and knees to watch Donna with Mike. She turned her head to look at Harold, wildness suffusing her complexion as she gasped, "I can't stand this any longer. I have to get in on this, too."
The room was hot and heavy with the aromas of sex. Sheryl leaned over and used her fingers to widen the crack between the bouncing cheeks of the lovely blonde who was now fucking Mike.
Donna, as if by instinct, suddenly froze in mid-stroke, not moving for the moment, her cunt greedily sucking on Mike's throbbing cock. Sheryl leaned forward and the tip of her tongue flicked across the opening of the blonde's anal rictus. Donna let out a loud gasping sigh, making her sound more animal-like than ever before. Her entire body was wracked by a wild shudder beneath the workings of the lashing tongue.
Sheryl pulled away quickly once she had deposited a heavy glob of sputum against the blonde's anal pucker. Reaching up, she grabbed Harold's cock and yanked him to his knees. Lowering her head, she sucked on his prick, wetting it down. The man's head fell back as he loudly moaned and groaned. Then Sheryl had her mouth next to his ear, whispering, "Fuck her! Fuck your wife. Fuck that tight little ass of hers."
Then Sheryl let go, sliding away, sinking to the floor on her back, her eyes dreamy and half-closed in the flickering light still coming from the movie no one was watching. Her hands reached up and caressed Donna's buttocks, her finger flicking over the wet anal opening. Donna moaned and rotated her buttocks, spreading them as wide as possible, exposing her little pucker even more.
Harold stared and found the temptation in him mounting ever higher. Why not? He had almost done it when she had licked Lorna's cunt! Why not now?
Anxiously, a loud growl in his throat, the man slid behind his wife and dug his fingertips into her hips, locking her solidly in place. It wasn't necessary. Donna lifted her buttocks to him and Mike slid his cock halfway out of the lovely blonde's taut cunt. Harold pressed the tip of his penis against the rubbery entrance to her anus. God! It seemed so tight and small, and yet just right for the thickness of his own slender cock. He tightly gritted his teeth, squeezed her hips, and leaned forward, feeling the fleshy opening slowly yield to the pressure of his cock-head. With an almost obscene plopping sound, the head of his cock burst through her rubbery ring, and he felt the soft, incredible tightness of her rectum as he slid his cock forward.
"Ghhhaaaaaann nnngggghhhhhh . . . it hurrrrrts . . . no . . . no morrrre . . . don't.. . oh Harold don't.. . it hurrrrrtttssss . . . please.. . please, I'll do anything, but stop this. You're.. . aannnnhhhh . . . killing meee.. .yyyyaaaaan nnnnnggghhhh . . . no more . . . no more . . . oh please . . . please . . . stop.. . . "
A sadistic shout of triumph came ripping from the throat of the cuckolded husband and he began shoving his throbbing cock that much more deeply into her, then sawing it back and forth, back and forth, his own-penis hurting from the tightness of her squeezing anal opening.
Donna felt as if her body had been pinned by two metal skewers, two cruel penile lengths as she felt the man starting to pump deeper into her ass while Mike resumed pumping into the tightness of her cunt. The two throbbing organs were filling her, separated from one another only by a small wall of thin, now-inflamed tissue. The pain, so delightful, was mounting to the point where she was literally seeing red, certain blood was falling into her eyes, and she felt certain she was about to delightfully pass out and die. Wildly she look at Sheryl and asked Sheryl to assist her somehow, but Sheryl merely looked at her with a dreamy smile crossing her lips.
Donna realized she was being cruelly battered by the two men, her inner body being twisted like a matchstick that had been burned up. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled wildly, madly shaking as her entire body began writhing and bucking, totally out of control by now. Her screams were deeper and more prolonged by now, changing little by little to a soft mewling sound, a deep moaning as she felt the fullness of the two pricks sawing and hammering in and out of her. She was lying forward on top of Mike, her ass jutting out so that her husband was able to fuck into it that much more easily.
Sheryl was the one on her back on the floor, spreading her own legs wide, inching her cunt forward so that her buttocks pressed against the top of Mike's head, letting Donna see the rich oven-like opening for herself. Then she lifted her buttocks up and sat on Mike's face, and he stuck out his tongue, letting it lick between Sheryl's asscheeks. This made Sheryl draw her knees back and hoist her cunt higher, making it available to Donna.
With a wild, insatiable moan, the beautiful blonde Amazon allowed her head to sink into the pink morass and her mouth tasted the rich loaming softness of the lovely brunette's shuddering cunt. Now the two men pumped even more maddeningly into Donna, and she sucked hungrily at the rich pink pit of Sheryl's pussy, drinking the flowing oils within, swallowing thirstily.
It was Mike who came first, bellowing, "HHHH-HEEEEE YYYYAAAAAARRRRRRRR GGGGGG-GHHHHHHHAAAA NNNNNNGGGGGG HHHH-HHHAAA GGGGGGHHHHHA AAAA AAAG HH-HH!" He roared aloud as he pumped great gouts of semen into her tight cunt, letting Donna's pussy wallow in it as it spilled back and oozed out all over him.
Next it was Harold who climaxed, throwing his head back, looking at the darkened ceiling as he screamed, "HHHHHAAAAAAI IIIIIYYYYYYYYA AAAGGG GGGHHHHHHA AAANNGGG HHHHHUUUUU-UU NNNNNGGGGG HHHHHAAAAG GGHHHH-HH!" He fucked with wild abandon into the narrow tightness of his wife's ass as the flooding, spurting seminal fluid greased the rear tunnel, making it even easier for him to fuck. He fucked harder and harder, and that was when Donna realized she was going to have a dual orgasm-a vaginal one and an anal one.
IGGGGG HHHHHH HHHHHHAAAA NN NGGG-GGGGGG GHHHHHAAAGHH!" she shouted, lifting her mouth from Sheryl's pussy for the moment. Wave after wave of uncontrollable delight poured through her as shequivered and shook, only to have her mouth slammed back into the marshy opening that was Sheryl's pussy.
Sheryl clamped her thighs tightly around Donna's head, humping her body up and down, thrilling to one tongue in her cunt and Mike's tongue licking her asshole. This was the first time she had ever been licked in both orifices at once. She shuddered and quivered, thrilled beyond measure, her body aching to reach the pinnacle of delight, and moments later, she was there.
"EEEEEEEEYYYYYYEEEE IIIIIAAAAA AG-GGGGGGHH YYYYYAAAAAAA GGGGGHHH AAAAAA NNNNNNNGGGGGHH HHHHHAAA-WW WWWWWAAAAIII YYYYYYYA AAGGGG-GH HHHAAAAGGGHHHH!" she screamed, her ass slamming against Mike's face again and again as her cuntlips smacked wetly into Donna's mouth while the blonde continued to hungrily drink ever last little oily drop from the shell-shaped opening.
Then a great lethargy enveloped Donna, and as Sheryl slid off her and rolled to the side, Donna also fell to the side, her cunt and her asshole pulling away from the two softening cocks. They both came out of her with loud plops, and semen came flooding from her inner depths, spilling all over the carpet. Not that Mike cared, since his carpet had been stained with his sperm more times than he was able to count.
"You see," Mike said to Harold. "It worked. "I'll expect the other twenty-five yards mailed here, to my home, in cash."
"You earned it, Harold assured him, "not because you made my wife subservient, but because you made me realize what it's going to take to satisfy her."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harold Century had become an expert when it came to tantalizing his wife. He knew his cock wasn't really big enough to satisfy her cunt, and so it was decided the only times he would fuck her in the pussy would be when he wanted to have children. All the other times he would use her other orifices. In the meantime, Harold had to ring in the services of a full-time stud to make his wife's cunt happy. The stud, Sam by name, was also a sort of bodyguard, chauffeur, and butler who, when he wasn't fucking Donna in the line of duty, was either fucking Lorna or some other maid who lived on the block.
Harold had developed quite a harem of his own, in the meantime. What he had done was open a home for runaway girls, girls he personally took care of, and when any of them reached the age of eighteen, he gave them the choice of leaving the home, going out on their own, or going to work for him in one of his many conglomerates, getting a high-paying job and living in a high-rise in Queens that Harold also owned where Harold would visit at his convenience. In no time he had a strong of more than a dozen women, all of whom had been virgins, all of whom had known no penis other than his, all of whom he treated somewhat roughly, and all of whom loved the treatment. As time progressed and the women grew older and met men with whom they fell in love, they left the high-rise to get married and Harold replaced them with other young girls.
Donna would never forget Mike. But she never went back to him after the wild night she spent at his home. Believing him to be married, she felt it was wrong for her to fool around with him and make him cheat on his wife though this was precisely what she had done with her husband. She never did realize that what had happened between herself and Mike had been a cooked-up plot between Mike and Harold.
Mike Ferrizo went on to eventually open his own store, and then a second and third store, making him an eventual millionaire. He married about a year after he had played around with Donna, and oddly enough, he was faithful to his wife. That was the kind of man he was, believing in the necessity of fidelity once he did get married for real.
There were times when, later on in life, he would look back on this episode with Donna and lights would gleam in his eyes, and he would wish to have a fling. But he never did.
