Randy Webb stood up, wiped the streams of perspiration from his sun-reddened face, and then cleaned his oil-covered hands on the faded denim of his patched blue jeans. It was hot as hell, the middle of July, and Randy's young mind was rebelling at having to work out in the broiling sun rather than being at the beach, where being roasted alive made some sense. With a sigh of resignation, the husky teenager bent to the recalcitrant lawnmower, flicked the choke in, and pulled with all his might on the flimsy lawnmower cord.
Randy was strong for his sixteen years, strong and powerfully built. The past two years of working out with weights for his high school football team had honed his naturally husky frame into the muscled and bronzed figure of a man ten years older. His sandy blonde hair and tanned skin seemed to advertise his southern California origins, and the somewhat hard, wary gaze out of his steel blue eyes testified to the early maturity which his lower class life had forced upon him.
The lawnmower didn't start, as it hadn't for the past half hour, and Randy cursed under his breath with youthful fervor. With one last angry jerk, the muscled teen-ager gave the mechanical monster a final tug, and then went sprawling in the uncut grass as the starter cord broke, unwound like a striking snake, and left its victim clutching nothing but air as he tumbled backward in a ludicrous somersault. Immediately he got up, this time with an audible curse, and threw the cord at the mower in anger and disgust.
"What's the matter, Randy?"
Randy straightened up as the voice of Mrs. Jean Lincoln came from the patio at the side of the house. He'd been doing gardening work at the Lincoln's all summer, as well as at a lot of other homes in that upper middle class suburb of Los Angeles. It sort of bothered the youngster to come all the way from his own rundown neighborhood on the bus to work four days a week in this moneyed neighborhood, but he had to if he was going to get enough money to move out of his parents' house. What was worse, though, was having to tell Mrs. Lincoln that he'd broken her damn lawnmower: It made him feel like a little slum kid who has to apologize for breaking an expensive vase or something.
'The goddamned lawnmower won't start, Mrs. Lincoln," the teen-ager yelled as he moved across the backyard toward the side patio.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Aw, I think it's in the fuel line, but now I've gone and busted the fucking starter cord."
Randy came around the side of the house, and stopped as he saw the lovely Mrs. Jean Lincoln, standing bare-shouldered, in the process of removing her bathrobe. He stopped and gaped, and it was a second before he realized that she had a bikini bathing suit on under the robe, and that she must have been coming out to sun. He suddenly realized with amusement that Mrs. Lincoln must have seen his unabashed stare, for she quickly shrugged the robe back up on her shoulders, and straightened herself up on the patio with-embarrassed modesty.
"You shouldn't curse like that, Randy," the beautiful blonde said properly. "Certainly not at your age, anyway."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the youth replied with a grin. "I must have lost my head."
"Obviously, you're upset with the lawnmower, but that's no excuse ..."
"No, Ma'am, 'course not. I didn't mean to say it, it just sorta slipped out."
Randy watched as the half-clothed woman regained her composure, and then seated herself with conscious precision on a canvas deck chair.
"Now. You said you broke the starter on the mower?"
"That's right, the cord."
"Can you fix it?"
"Naw, it'll have to go to the repair shop for that." Mrs. Lincoln paused, muttered something to herself about how new the machine was, and then turned back to him.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, I guess. Will it be hard to fix?"
Randy grinned. Women never knew anything about fixing things. They were hardly good for anything, he thought with his teen-age perspective - except for fucking, of course.
"Naw, you just take it into the shop tomorrow morning, it should only take 'em about thirty minutes to fix. Then, if you want, I'll come back out Sunday to finish the mowing."
"Oh, that would be perfect. Tomorrow Mr. Lincoln and I will be out at the beach. Sunday would be perfect. But how about a Coke or something? Just to give you a break?"
"Sure, Mrs. Lincoln, that'd be great."
The young teen-ager gave her a big grin, which the bikini-clad woman returned self-consciously before she turned into the house. Randy watched her go, his youthful eyes drawn like magnets to the gently swaying moons of her undulating buttocks under the robe as she moved through the back screen door and into the kitchen. Wow, the husky youth thought to himself with adolescent fervor, would he like to get his hands on a little piece of Mrs. Lincoln's tail! Oh, he'd had plenty of girls already, in spite of his relatively young age: It seemed like all the girls that hung around his housing project were just hot as shit to get their hands down some guy's pants. And he'd even had a few older women too; well two, anyway, he admitted to himself. But he'd had to pay for both of them.
No, he'd never had a chance to get close to someone as sexy as Mrs. Jean Lincoln, but that didn't keep him from hoping. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he was sure he'd caught her looking at him pretty strangely a couple of times, like she liked the look of his bare chest as he worked around her yard on really hot days. Oh, he knew enough about women already to know when they were looking at him that way - and he was starting to realize just what a boon his naturally mature build had on older women especially. His thoughts again turned to Mrs. Jean Lincoln's voluptuous body. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he just might...
"Here you are, Randy. The pause that refreshes."
The burly teen-ager jerked his head up from his salacious thoughts with embarrassed surprise, as though he had been caught jacking off or something. Luckily, Mrs. Lincoln didn't notice his confused manner, and he mumbled his thanks as he took the tall glass of ice cola from her hand. As he did so, his fingers seemed to linger for an eternity on her cool hand, though in fact only a split second of contact passed between them. That instant, though, was enough to lend a physical reality to the fanciful dreams which had just been occupying Randy's adolescent brain, and he quickly took a long slug of Coke to still his suddenly pounding heart.
"Now, I don't want you to worry about that lawnmower, all right? I'm sure it wasn't your fault at all." Mrs. Lincoln's voice was soft and syrupy, and it sent shivers up Randy's spine. But already he had recovered his composure, and he had to consciously control himself to keep from licking his lips as his voluptuous employer sat in the canvas lounge chair only a few feet from him.
"No, Ma'am. I won't," he answered, and then after a pause, added: "You don't mind if I take off my shirt do you, Ma'am? It's hot as . . . blazes out here."
"No ... uh ... no, of course not, Randy." Randy grinned as he removed his shirt, perceptibly flexing his sinewy muscles as he did so. She was turned on by him, he knew it! Her slight indecision had given her away as sure as sin! The youngster took another pull from his Coke with confident excitement.
If Jean Lincoln had had any inkling of what was going on in the lustful mind of her teen-age gardener, she would have been shocked beyond words. Jean was no virgin, of course, and she'd long ago left the stage where the motives of the male animal were a secret to her. Still, she no more suspected the effect her scantily clad body was having on Randy than fly to the moon. For her, he was still a child, a young kid. Oh, he was well built, she couldn't help noticing that, but still, the idea that she might be physically attracted to him never entered her mind ... at least, it never entered her conscious mind.
Jean was tall and thin, and had the kind of figure that most models would give their right arm for. -In fact, she had almost become a model before she had married Tom Lincoln. She had had a few jobs, mostly with fashion designers and the like, but had never really wanted to give herself wholly to the frantic pace which a modeling career demanded. And then, right at the time when she was being forced to make a decision about her future one way or another, she had met Tom, and it had been love at first sight. She had known immediately that she wanted nothing more than to be a wife to this exciting and handsome man, and a mother to his children.
She had not yet had any children, though. She and her husband had decided to wait until their future was a little more secure before venturing out on what some of their friends liked to call the "parental safari." The postponement of motherhood had meant that Jean had been able to keep her exquisitely beautiful figure, and for that she was grateful. She still had the proudly upswept breasts, and the smooth flat stomach which she'd first gained as a high schooler. In fact, she wore her twenty-seven years with the vitality, charm, and innocence which characterize that naive time of life. It was one of her most erotic, yet unconscious, assets.
Jean thought of her husband now, as she stretched back on the canvas lounge chair in the sun, forgetting for a moment the presence of the husky teen-ager quietly sipping his Coke a few feet away. Tonight he'd be home, after over a week away at the national sales conference of his cosmetics firm. The thought set a warm little stream of moisture flowing in the innermost depths of Jean's darkly hidden vagina, and she smiled a secret smile to herself. Now would be her chance to really show her husband how much she loved him, how much she was willing to accept sacrifice in order to give their lives some stability. Lately, there had been an uncomfortable tension between the two of them. Jean was sure it had just come about because of Tom's recent promotion and the increased work load which was now his responsibility, but all the same, it had created problems in their marriage, mostly centering around their sex life, unfortunately. Of course, Jean realized that it was only a temporary thing - but having Tom away for a whole week (the longest they'd ever been apart) had made her realize just how much she loved and depended on him. She was determined that from now on, things would be a lot different between them . .. especially in bed!
This last thought again caused a sensuous smile to cross Jean's relaxed face, and the expression was not lost on young Randy Webb, sitting only feet away. With the experience of a man much his senior, the young boy immediately recognized the smile for what it was: an expression of pure desire, of unsatiated sexuality. He felt his adolescent cock give a sudden jerking in his jeans as he stared at the beautiful woman on the chair across from him, and he let his eyes fall quickly to the perceptibly trembling cleavage of her breasts, exposed just enough to be maddening under the tiny wisp of her bikini. It was all the young boy could do to keep from reaching over, tearing away the inhibiting shred of cloth and throwing himself upon the luscious succulence of her half-naked body, and he gulped with what seemed to him to be an audible catching in his throat. Jeez, he'd have to watch himself, or he'd be all over this older woman! He knew he could easily overpower her if he wanted to, but he also knew that this wasn't the time or the place. She'd open herself up to him before too long, or he'd missed his guess by a mile. All he had to do was to wait for the right moment. .. wait and drool.
The young boy looked away quickly as he saw Mrs. Lincoln slowly opening her eyes. She seemed to be thinking of something else, but he knew by the way she'd just smiled that sex was on her mind. Without even knowing it, he again flexed his muscles imperceptibly until they formed themselves into a rigid hardness.
"Finished?"
"What... oh ... " Randy looked down into his glass and saw that it was empty. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Well then if you want, there are some things around the yard you could do." Randy watched as his shapely employer looked around the yard, and then caught sight of a length of weeds in a strip along one fence, a strip that had at one time obviously been intended as a garden. Well, what the hell, he thought to himself. This day is shot anyway.
"Sure, Mrs. Lincoln, that'd be fine."
And a few minutes later he was down on his hands and knees pulling half-heartedly at the crab grass and other weeds that choked the "garden." But, try as he might, his eyes were turned in the direction of the patio more often than at the ground, for Jean Lincoln had by now unsuspectingly removed her robe, and lay totally naked in the sun except for her slight bikini. And, as he gazed with eager enthusiasm at the curve of her body fitting down snugly into the canvas chair, at her pointingly upthrust breasts and flaring hips which seemed to squirm every so often in response to her secret thoughts, young Randy Webb began to make plans for this Sunday, when he would most definitely come back to Mrs. Lincoln's home to .. . mow her grass.
"Please don't, Tom . . .you're hurting me!" Jean Lincoln pleaded as she shivered uncomfortably under the strong and convulsive probing of her husband's fingers into her soft smooth shoulders.
Her tall lissome body was stretched across their big double bed, her knees splayed widely apart, her lovely golden-tanned flesh tightly compressed under her husband's powerful muscular frame. Her eyes wandered in fitful distraction over the sun-mottled walls of the bedroom, then closed tightly in pain as her husband drove his desire-hardened cock far up into her tight and futilely resisting belly.
Oblivious to his wife's tortured pleading, Tom Lincoln slid his hands under her round satin-soft buttocks, his fingers gripping the sensitively squirming flesh, pulling her wide-stretched vagina up to meet the smashing thrusts of his lust-maddened loins.
"C'mon honey," he barked harshly, "put a little life into it, will you?" his massive frame bucking and rocking in a coldly increasing tempo against her unmoving body.
Docilely, the young wife inched her long slender legs farther apart, resigning herself to the intense humiliation she felt from her husband's crudely impersonal love-making. She was still only half-awake and desperately wanted to sink back to sleep, to cover herself with the soothing protective layer of unconsciousness.
The morning sun gave the room a comfortably cozy feeling that contrasted mockingly with the brutal fucking that Jean's husband was giving her. She tried to will herself to respond; tried to show that she was glad he was finally making love to her again after his week's absence, but she just couldn't. She just lay there quivering under his perversely humping body, a mute victim of his insistent sexual demands. She couldn't bring herself to feel anything; her brain and body were numb and she was resigned to accepting the humiliation he was forcing on her. Instead of pleasure she felt only repugnance as his hands roamed over her cringing flesh; instead of joyous acceptance, she felt only disgust and hate as his thick blood-hardened penis rammed far up into her tight dry cuntal passage, his grinding kiss evoking only revulsion in her. She couldn't help it; lovemaking to her was a gentle and tender act, not her husband's brutal and unfeeling fucking . . . yes, that's what it was, fucking! Her mind flinched from the obscene word just as her flesh cringed from the lewd act, and tears sprung to her eyes as she recalled how she had longed for her husband to make love to her again. How she'd planned what nightgown she'd wear, how loving she'd be ... but, instead, he'd reached for her suddenly this morning, after first casually telling her that he'd have to go to the office, even though it was Saturday!
It isn't fair. . . it just isn 't fair, her brain stormed suddenly. She just couldn't stand this cold love-making, the almost brutish thrusts of her husband's lust-engorged penis into her unwilling vagina, the deep animal-like grunts that escaped from somewhere in his chest as he pumped lasciviously in and out of her defenseless little belly. Her confusion-wracked brain was strangely detached from her unfeeling body, and, as she lay there, she was taunted by images of how she must appear, with her legs lewdly splayed, naked and flat on her back, an object to be used by her husband as he wished. The thought made her face crimson with shame and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out with humiliation and rage.
Random pictures flicked cruelly through her dazed brain - of herself and Tom together, the old Tom, always tender, loving, always smiling with happiness, proud of his beautiful wife ... what had happened to them? Dry and inaudible sobs convulsed her body. What had happened to change Tom from a considerate, loving husband into this lust-maddened male who cared for nothing but his own pleasure? There seemed to be no spark of real feeling from him in this debasing act... he was using her as if she were nothing but a whore from the streets!
The lewd wet smacking sounds of her husband's body as it slapped against her perspiration-coated loins drummed an insistent rhythm in the back of Jean's consciousness and a new disgust welled up inside her. She found the entire act repulsive now, something to be gotten over with quickly. But she hadn't always felt this way, she thought bitterly. The memory of how she used to welcome her husband's embraces and his attentions with whole-hearted desire stung her achingly, and she was filled once again with a bruising and hopeless sense of futility.
Through the dim cloud of her misery, she was aware of the quickening tempo of her husband's harshly lascivious pounding, and she realized with what she guiltily recognized as a pang of relief, that he was on the point of climaxing.
His fingers tightened like talons in the softly quivering flesh of her shoulders, and the heavy sperm-weighted sac of his scrotum slapped lewdly against the upraised crevice of her naked buttocks. And then his back arched suddenly, and he hovered for a split second above her trembling body before ...
"AAaaaaagghh! I'm cumming!" he cried out suddenly, his voice unrecognizable in its passion, and then he began to slam with quick body-convulsing spasms against Jean's shame-frozen body, and she felt the first white-hot rush of his scalding sperm as it gushed into the widely stretched passage of her throbbing cunt. Her velvet-soft thighs were swept aside in a flesh-splitting thrust as he continued to pump the seething liquid into her sorely bruised depths, the hot seminal fluid searing the inner membrane of her cunt as it rushed into the secret crevices of her helplessly rippling belly. At last, with a grunt, he emptied the last of his heated male offering into her open vagina, and slipped, panting and gasping, from her warmly scented body, the now-limp flesh of his inert cock curled like a sleeping worm against his thigh. Relief flooded through Jean as she lay there, and she hardly dared open her eyes until she heard the drone of the shower and knew that Tom was in the bathroom.
She felt utterly exhausted, as if she had just lived through a long busy day instead of just beginning it. Her silky thighs were still widely spread, but she just couldn't make the effort to close them, or to cover her obscene nakedness with the sheet. She couldn't move. Her reeling brain dazedly tried to grasp some shred of reality that might be comforting or pleasurable, but she could think of nothing but the fact that Tom was working today. For the entire week, she had been planning a trip to the beach, had even decided exactly what to take in the picnic hamper, what clothes she would wear. She had thought of everything as a present for his homecoming, and now he had spoiled everything by telling her he had to work. And the worst thing of all was the fact that he had left it till this very morning to let her know. She could forgive anything, even his unfeeling, lustful love-making, but she just couldn't take any more lonely and empty Saturdays.
Tom ought to know by now that she had planned her whole week around the weekend with him, and, even though there were usually several chores that Tom had to do on Saturday afternoon, she had decided this weekend that, although the grass really needed cutting, if the neighbors weren't to complain, and the rear screen door needed tightening, they would forget all about the odd jobs and just enjoy themselves. They had earned it by being apart for a week. But now, like so many other Saturdays, she would be left alone, sitting in an empty house, unhappily watching the other couples in the neighborhood enjoying barbecues, working together in the garden, or just plain lounging in the sun. She couldn't bring herself to go outdoors on weekends when Tom was working. Everybody would feel sorry for her, she was sure, and might even ask her to join them for a drink, just out of pity.
"Okay, honey, I'm off!" she heard her husband call from the front hall.
'Tom, what time will-" she began, but her question was cut off in mid-air as she heard the front door slam, and, moments later, the engine of the car. He hadn't even told her when he'd be back! He had no consideration for her, God, he didn't care that she might be lonely or unhappy . ..
Sighing in anger mingled with self-pity, Jean raised herself to a sitting position and tossed her long blonde hair back over her gracefully tanned shoulders. The sunlight dappled her smooth lithe form, wanning her soft sensual flesh, but it did nothing to warm the chilled core of her abused ego. Wearily, she made her way into the bathroom, and began to run the water for a hot bath. A long soak in the tub usually revived her spirits and made her feel much better, and she hoped that the soothing heat of warm soapy water would do its usual good work on her this morning. She certainly needed it, she reflected ruefully, as she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. Only her lovely oval face reflected the brooding unhappiness that was gnawing away inside her, and the young wife could see that her deep blue eyes were anxious and troubled. She examined the svelte curves of her lushly rounded body carefully as if she hoped to find some evidence of the indifferent love-making that she had just experienced, but her silky soft skin was unmarred by any blemish. Her full and upswept breasts quivered proudly under her own gaze, the nipples rust-red and erect, and the satiny sweep of her shapely hips was as voluptuous and enticing as ever. Staring at her young curvaceous body, she knew that it looked as if it was made for love, to be caressed and fondled ... only, Tom didn't care! Tears dimmed her eyes as she turned angrily away from the mirror, and, testing the bath water, she carefully stepped into the tub and sank down gratefully into its enveloping warmth.
Blissfully, she closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the warm suds to come up over her breasts as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the lavender bath oil she had sprinkled in the water. The redolent steam infused her flesh and seemed to penetrate beneath the surface and loosen the tightened knots of anxiety which snarled her body.
"Oooooohhh ..." she sighed as she wriggled down further into the warm scented water. It was heaven, relaxing like this, forgetting how inconsiderate and selfish Tom was .. .
But even the remembrance of her husband's name brought flooding back her fears and resentments about his unthinking behavior. He was so changed, a different man from the kind and loving man she'd done her best to be a good wfe for, keeping a nice home, preparing interesting meals, carefully preserving her figure and keeping up with the latest styles in clothes and makeup. She was always careful not to bore him with trivial household anecdotes, and, even though he sometimes complained when she pointed out little jobs for him to do, she was sure he understood that those things had to be done if the immaculate order of their home was to be preserved. Of course, there was such competition between homeowners in the suburb of L.A. that they lived in, and she could hardly let their house be the one which became an eyesore among its perfect neighbors. No, she knew that owning their own home in such a high-class area led to certain responsibilities, and, if Tom sometimes said that he didn't give a damn about that sort of thing, Jean knew that he didn't really mean it. After all, she sometimes had to entertain her husband's employers in the cosmetics company, and she was proud that Tom didn't have to feel ashamed of his home. Yes, it was certain that she hadn't let him down in that area of their marriage, but what was the problem?
Jean just couldn't figure it out. But there was something wrong, and it was evident in the marked decrease in their sex life. When they were first married, she reflected, it seemed they could hardly wait to be alone so that they could make love, and Tom was so considerate, so attentive to what she needed and wanted in order for the act to be a satisfying one for her. He was only too pleased to pet and stroke her, to gently caress her breasts, titillate her nipples with his fingers and tongue until she almost cried out from the unbearably erotic pleasure. He used to stroke and touch her vagina too, eliciting secret thrills of ecstasy in her, making her quiver from head to toe, preparing her for the entry of his already fully erect penis. And she was always dying for it, too, hardly able to wait until he guided the massively steel-like head towards the opening to her willing body, holding her breath until she felt the first intoxicating nudging of his rubbery masculine flesh against her fragile feminine loins .. .
Unconsciously, the unhappy young wife shivered in the bathtub, her brain fermenting with the overwhelming memories of Tom and how wonderfully he used to make love to her. What had changed him from the almost perfect lover to the bluntly demanding husband he now was? Jean tried to wrack her brains to find out what had changed him. Was it something she had done? It seemed to her that the major change had come about only in the last month or so, but she couldn't recall any incident that might have sparked the change. Of course, there was that time after the staff party, when Tom had almost aggressively tried to kiss her down there, on her genitals, like he used to try when they were first married, but she had stopped him. She knew that he was more than a little drunk at the time and that was the reason why he had tried to do it again. But she could never allow him to do such a disgusting thing. The very thought of it made her shudder. To her the act was perverted, but she didn't think that Tom held her refusal against her. No, there had to be another reason for his strange behavior.
I don't think I've changed too much, she mused to herself, as she idly soaped her softly slender legs, one by one. She knew that in fact her looks had improved over the years of marriage. But that fact was not a satisfying one, as far as she was concerned. She was vaguely aware that she had been much happier during the early years of married life, more fulfilled. She hated to admit it, but it was true that she got more satisfaction out of making love the first year she was married than she got now, and she couldn't help wondering about it. She couldn't deny that, of late, even before the definite change in her husband's behavior, love-making was a mere duty for her. She tried to be more responsive, more alive to her husband's touch, but she just couldn't. She hated the thought of that part of their marriage being less than perfect, when she so desperately wanted to be a good wife, and, indeed, prided herself on it. But of late, a gnawing emptiness seemed to pervade her being and her everyday activities were colored by a feeling which she could only describe as frustration, sexual frustration. It irked her to have to admit to such a feeling, but it was obvious that that was what was bothering her.
Even now she felt the familiar twinge of longing throbbing deep in the pit of her stomach as memories of the tender hours of deeply satisfying love-making from the early days of their marriage came back as if to taunt her with comparisons in her present misery. It was unbelievable how sex was now just vacant and empty for her, how she only wished for it to be over, instead of wishing, as she used to, for it to go on forever.
That was why the change in plans for this Saturday - today - upset her so much. She had planned to go first on the picnic and then later, when they got back home, to really try and get back on the track as far as sexual pleasure was concerned. But her plan had misfired, thanks to Tom's thoughtlessness, and she was left alone, as she was so often now, alone and unfulfilled, with a whole day dragging out in front of her.
It just wasn't fair, she sighed to herself again, stretching out again in the tub, aware for the first time that the palm of her right hand was clamped against the damply curling mound of her submerged vagina. She hadn't been aware of the action, and now she stared at her own hand, realizing with a strangely quivering feeling that it felt good there, a sort of protective covering for her tender secret area. There was a warm twitching deep in her relaxed loins, and, involuntarily, the keyed-up blonde spread her soapy legs and allowed her fingers to slip down between her smooth wet thighs. She jerked back slightly from the illicit contact between the fragilely throbbing flesh of her sensitive pussy and the strong but supple fingers which nudged against it.
Jean could hear the loud thudding of her heart and weird thoughts raced through her brain. What is happening? she thought wildly. J should take my hand away. . . I should stop now . . . but it feels so good!
It did feel good, the gentle pressure of her fingers against the sensitively squirming flesh of her spread-open vagina. Strange quivers coursed up and down her spine, raising goosebumps all over her skin which contrasted strongly with the warmth engulfing her from the bath water. Without realizing it, her fingers had begun a tentative rubbing, a barely noticeable caressing of her softly trembling cunt, and Jean felt a slight churning beginning deep in her pelvis. This is wrong... a warning note sounded again somewhere in her brain, but she didn't care. Her own touch on her quivering wet pussy flesh felt good, felt blissfully good after the neglect, the abuse she had suffered this morning. She hardly realized what was happening till now, but she didn't care any more. She couldn't stop now ... it was too late, and, besides, she didn't want to deny herself this fabulous pleasure she was feeling.
There was no denying that she was helplessly aroused, awakened to a growing passion by the lewd swirling of her own fingers as they began to dip and burrow into the wetly throbbing folds of her clinging cunt. Her fingertips trailed along the thin and softly curling tendrils of wet blonde pubic hair as they caressed the little vertical mouth of her flowering vagina in an insistently eager rhythm. The hair-lined outer lips were blood-swollen and impassioned, quivering with excitement under the deliciously probing touch of her deft hands.
"MMMMmmm . . . OOOOhhhh ..." The sexually frustrated housewife suddenly moaned as her middle finger came into direct contact with the little turgid bud of her blood-engorged clitoris. Eagerly, she rubbed the hard little button, making her buttocks writhe and grind in delirious "pleasure against the bottom of the porcelain bathtub. She was completely aroused now, spiraling her pelvis upward and splaying her thighs as far apart in the bath water as she could to allow her burrowing fingers easier access to the hungrily pulsing flesh of her throbbing hot cunt.
She threw her head back over the end of the tub, the ends of her honey-blonde hair dipping into the warm soapy water, the full rounded softness of her golden breasts bobbing before her, her churning hips flailing the water, and wave after wave of incredible pleasure surging through her as she continued to finger-fuck herself. All wounding, resentful thoughts of her businessman husband vanished from her brain and a delicious sensual calmness engulfed her as she gave herself over completely to the pleasure which was engulfing her. She didn't care about anything now, about being alone, about Tom having to work, about the problems in their marriage. Nothing mattered now; it was all unimportant as long as she could experience pleasure like this. Her fingers burrowed frantically into the softly layered folds of her squirming cunt and she felt the build-up of pleasure growing greater than she could have thought possible.
"Aaaaaggghh!" she cried out suddenly, as she thrust her middle finger without hesitation deep into the hotly clenching orifice of her vagina and felt the clinging walls close in tightly around her probing hand. Her helplessly aroused vagina contracted in heated waves as she moved her fingers in and out rapidly in a lewd and desperate simulation of fucking, the slippery warm walls clinging voraciously as she continued to work her fingertip around inside her demanding vagina. The water from the bathtub spilled out over the sides as she thrashed around in the tub, but Jean was oblivious to it, oblivious to everything but the shuddering sheets of white-hot pleasure cocooning her body in a shroud of unbelievable ecstasy. Her whole body was trembling and quivering with her intense arousal, everything forgotten as she climbed steadily up to the dizzy pinnacle of sexual release!
"Aaaaggghh . . . cccuummm-iiinngg ... oooooo!" she sobbed wildly, her brain spinning, her hips grinding feverishly as floods of incredible pleasure washed through her straining flesh. Incoherent moans of joy escaped from her half-opened mouth as her fingers continued to plunge into the welcoming depths of her greedily clasping cunt. Her whole body was gripped in the throes of the first complete release she had experienced for a long time, and she wanted it to go on forever. She had almost forgotten the wonderful sensations that were sweeping through her, almost forgotten how marvelous it felt, and she was glad that she had made herself climax in this way, glad that she had experienced this without her husband. Such unbelievable feelings of pure pleasure couldn't be wrong! Nothing so good and so soothing could possibly be wrong. Perspiration trickled down between her shoulder blades as her body continued to writhe and shudder with the force of her ongoing orgasm; until finally, the spasms subsided and she pulled her soaked fingers from the still twitching walls of her completely satiated belly.
She lay back in the lukewarm bath water then, her inner thighs still quivering with slowly dying pleasure, her eyes closed, filled with a sort of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. Suddenly, it didn't seem quite so bad that Tom had to work. I'll manage somehow, she thought dazedly, as she sunk down into the bath, her slender golden body languorous and tingling from the fading pleasure of her orgasm.
Chapter Two
Tom Lincoln frowned to himself as he guided his Ford Mustang toward his office in downtown Los Angeles. The sexual bout with his wife that morning had frustrated him more than satisfied him, as it always seemed to lately, and he tried to figure out why. Of course, he knew why it was: She had just gotten colder somehow as they'd been married longer. He remembered that, when they'd first married, she'd been almost .as hot as he to jump into bed and get with it. But now, it seemed to him as though she was only reluctantly putting up with his advances, giving in to him out of some sense of duty.
Tom was a good-looking man, he knew that himself. His twenty-eight years had only given him the maturity which his younger days had lacked: His body was in the same fine shape it had been in at nineteen. He was tall, athletic, and, even if he did say so himself, a pretty good lover in bed. That's what irked him so much about not being able to have a satisfying sex life with his wife anymore. Of course, Jean's husband didn't consider that he might in some way be responsible for her lack of feeling in the bedroom, or that her coolness might be a partial reaction to his habit of taking her for granted.
No, the fact remained implanted in his mind that she was growing colder, and this fact not only frustrated him, it was beginning to make him angry and resentful as well. Why couldn't
Jean be as obviously hot and sexy as his secretary, for instance? She had been at one time, but somewhere along the line she'd lost it.
Christ, sometimes he wondered why he spent his days with his secretary, Ingrid, and then came home to Jean, and not the other way around!
Tom pulled his car into the company parking lot, locked the car, and opened the back door with his shiny new key. It was only recently that he'd received that key, he thought to himself proudly as he walked inside and locked the door after him. He'd only been promoted to his present executive position in the multi-million dollar Beauty-Aid Cosmetics Corporation a few short months before, and though he was now only a very junior executive; still, he had hopes that this was just the beginning. That was something else that bothered him; just when his career seemed to be getting off the ground, his married life seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't understand it.
Tom took the elevator up to his floor, and walked out along the hallway to his office. It was strange, on a Saturday, a silence pervading the building like a great secret. Tom somehow felt very industrious coming to work when everyone else was taking the day off... and he was sure it would seem the same way to his superiors in the corporation.
As he came up to his office door, Tom thought he heard a noise which sounded like it came from his office . .. perhaps a chair being moved, someone walking around? No, it must have been outside on the street, he decided. He pushed open his office door, and his sweeping glance took in the familiar bank of filing cabinets, the shelves piled with account orders, the Danish style sofa and matching armchair. And then his eyes suddenly widened in surprise as he saw the lovely blonde who was sitting in that armchair, her long slender legs crossed provocatively, her lush body curvaceous and inviting in a tight mesh blouse which exposed the flimsy lace of her half-cup brassiere, and a very short skirt which barely succeeded in hiding the tantalizing sight of her smoothly white upper thighs.
"Ingrid! What are you doing here?" Tom gasped, hardly able to believe that his secretary had turned up for overtime.
"Hello, Mr. Lincoln," the voluptuous secretary answered in a low husky voice, and Tom could hardly believe that she was the same girl who was usually so conservatively dressed in office clothes. Tom assumed that her vacation had done her a lot of good.
"I thought you were still on vacation," he said, putting his briefcase on the desk. It was only then that he noticed that Ingrid was sipping a double Scotch.
"I knew you wouldn't mind if I had some of this," she smiled, gesturing to her drink, "because in a way, I'm sort of a visitor here today!"
Tom had to smile to himself. He had experienced a moment's irritation when he saw that she was drinking the company Scotch kept for visitors to the office; but hell, it was Saturday, and his secretary had obviously just come back from vacation.
"How about fixing me one of those, too?" he suggested, loosening his tie. Although he knew that there would be nobody else working on Saturday, habit had caused him to wear his business suit with a white shirt and tie, and now he was sorry that he hadn't worn something more comfortable, like Ingrid had. His eyes fastened on the sensually swinging hips of his young secretary as she walked over to the liquor cabinet, and he couldn't suppress a strange quiver which eddied through him as he caught sight of the tanned flesh of her soft inner thigh, as she bent over to pick up the half-empty bottle of Scotch. He had never really noticed before how shapely she really was, but in the outfit she was wearing today, he could hardly miss it.
She passed him his drink and he felt an electric spark of excitement as her long sinewy fingers touched his around the cool glass.
"So . . . how was Tahoe?" he asked conversationally, reluctantly taking his eyes off the exotically curved sweep of her voluptuous body and sipping his drink.
"Oh, it was all right, I suppose, but the weather wasn't too good, and there's not too much to do if you don't like hiking or gambling, so I caught a plane back early yesterday and here I am!"
"How did you know I'd be working overtime. today?" he queried, swallowing almost half his drink in one gulp. It tasted unexpectedly good, sharp and tangy, and filtering down to his stomach it seemed to seep into his tense limbs, easing his tension and warming him to the marrow of his bones.
"I didn't," his secretary replied, "but I knew there'd be a lot to do with the Genco account, so I thought I'd come in and get straightened up a bit before Monday."
Tom had to admit to himself that he was glad that she was back. He had really missed her the two weeks she was away, not only because she was very good at her job, but her presence in the office seemed to cheer him up. As far as he was concerned, one of the best things about his promotion last month was the fact that he now had a secretary to himself, especially when she was a girl like Ingrid. She brought a youthful and vibrant enthusiasm to the job, and even if she seemed a little slapdash at times, she wasn't really ... it was just her manner. Of course, there were times when she lost something fairly important in the files, or when she forgot to type a certain letter, but Tom felt that a little less than super-efficiency was preferable to someone starchy and punctilious ... like his wife! Tom flinched inwardly at the thought of Jean. He couldn't deny to himself that her preoccupation with the house and having everything spick and span irritated him, especially when it made her seem cold and unfeeling, more concerned with whether there was any dust on the furniture than with what he himself was feeling or thinking. Of course, he couldn't expect a wife of eight years to be as interested in him as a new bride, but he sometimes felt that Jean took him completely for granted.
He took another deep swallow of his drink as an image of his wife rose up before his eyes, her lithe golden form, the beautifully sculpted curves of the body that had aroused and excited him so much earlier in his marriage, but he felt nothing. He knew he was bored with Jean, but up till recently, he hadn't noticed. What was actually lethargy and boredom had been coated with the brush of equilibrium and stability which he assumed went with a mature outlook on life which was finally his by virtue of his eight years of marriage, and he was quite willing to concentrate his energies on his career, leaving his home life to assume a never-changing routine. There was no doubt that his profession was an interesting one, especially now that he was made an executive, albeit a very junior one, in the corporation, and it was certainly bringing very satisfactory rewards. And he had thought that all this was enough ... until Ingrid had come on the scene. He hadn't realized until recently just how intrigued he was by his gorgeous young secretary, just how much her nearness aroused him, just how much the sight of her sexy curved body excited him. And the fact that she was originally Swedish hadn't helped. He took another deep swallow of his strong drink. This new discovery within himself had worried him. He was used to keeping a check on his feelings, fitting all emotions into neat little compartments, but this new feeling was dangerous: exciting, alarming, but definitely dangerous.
"Did you miss me?" Ingrid said, breaking in on his thoughts as she moved towards him and refilled his glass. As she reached over, the firm flesh of her young thigh brushed against his elbow and he pulled back as if stung from the strangely exhilerating contact. Steady on, he cautioned himself, maybe this Scotch is too much for you . ..
"Well, of course, I missed you," he began, acutely aware of the fact that she was still hovering beside him, and he felt in a curiously vulnerable position, sitting as he was in his swivel chair. "The temporary girl we brought in just didn't work out." It was true. He had really felt as if he had lost his right arm when Ingrid had gone on vacation, and had felt helpless until she could return and keep things running smoothly for him, "No, I mean ..." the Swedish secretary went on, dropping her hand casually to his shoulder and caressing it in a light stroking movement, "did you miss having me around?"
Tom looked up at her suddenly and the blood rushed to his face as he realized that the ripely swollen mounds of her large breasts were only inches away from his disbelieving eyes. His head was whirling and he felt in a surge of panic that he had lost his grip on reality. He was sure that the liquor was having a very potent effect on him, giving him the peculiar feeling that his body was starting to float out of his conscious control. His brain was drumming achingly against his temples in an effort to determine what was going on in his smiling secretary's mind.
What did Ingrid mean by her remark? He looked up once more into her face, trying to read what her thoughts were, but he couldn't. He was dazzled by her oddly suggestive smile, by the light playing around in the depths of her beautiful green eyes.
"Well, I..." he began, but he couldn't trust himself to speak. He tried to turn his eyes from the lushly curvaceous body beside him, from her close and incredibly sensual flesh provocatively accentuated by her daring clothes. She seemed rilled with a wild animal grace, and his mind flashed with a sudden but crazy impulse to reach out and grab her, to bury his mouth in those softly fleshed breasts, to lay his eager hands on the vibrantly sexual mass of her gorgeous body.
Tom struggled with himself, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing sensation of lust her fantastically exciting body evoked in him. With dogged determination, he tried to force his attention to the papers on his desk, to inject some employer-like authority into his voice.
"I think. . . we'd better get to work, Ingrid ..." he mumbled, the words choking in his throat. He didn't want to get to work! He wanted to . .. but there was no use thinking about that. He was a married man, with no time for anything like that. He just had to pull himself together, snap out of this weird ...
He couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment and he jerked back automatically when he felt the hot burning touch of her hand on his thigh. She had actually reached out and was stroking his thigh, rubbing her hand along the tensed muscle of his upper leg!
"Let's forget about work for a couple of moments," the voluptuous young girl crooned, her hand trailing enticingly along his quivering leg. The frustrated husband swallowed hard and felt the first irresistible stirring of his dormant cock, beginning to swell against his pants only inches away from where her warm hand lay gently on his hard-tensed thigh. Desperately, his mind tried to will his growing erection back into dormancy, tried to quench the obvious fire of his rising lust, but it was too late. He could feel the hardening length growing unmistakably against the thin confining fabric of his summer pants. He was fearful that she would see it, and notice that she was exciting him beyond belief.
"Ingrid..." he whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice, raising his eyes to hers, half-afraid of facing her.
She was staring eagerly at the obscenely growing bulge in his pants! He couldn't believe it. She wasn't turning away modestly from the lewd evidence of his arousal - she was seemingly fascinated by it! Her eyes seemed to widen and her lips shone wetly with what could only be the hungrily intense concentration of lust.
Tom blinked and stared at her again. He wasn't imagining it - it was actually happening. He couldn't deny the evidence of his senses; she was obviously aware of the growing tide of his arousal and she didn 't care!
His confusion-wracked mind couldn't think of any response to the situation. He was in a mental quandary, completely unable to settle on any course of action. But one thing was certain, he had to get out of this room, get up and walk away before it was too late. There was no telling what might happen. It was an explosive situation,- but thank God, he still had his wits about him and could handle things. He shuddered to think what might happen if he had taken even one more drink ... I might have lost control completely - if only she wasn't so damned attractive...
"I think I'll get the file for this Genco program," he began, half rising from his chair. Better to bring things back to a working, everyday level, to steer away from the dangerously thin ice of the sexual excitement between them...
"No, wait a minute, Tom," Ingrid murmured, and then the incredible happened! The dumbfounded junior executive gasped in disbelief as he felt the delicate touch of his secretary's hand brushing warmly against the throbbing bulge of his fully erect cock!
"Ingrid ... I... I ... " he wanted to say something, to master his intense arousal, to break the spell she was casting over him with her weirdly magical fondling of his throbbing genitals. But no coherent words would come. He just couldn't believe it. He was seated in his familiar chair in his own office, and his secretary was openly putting her hand on his cock!
"I'm afraid I didn't really come down here to help you with the Genco account," Ingrid said teasingly.
Tom's eyes were riveted on her in hypnotized incredulity and she smiled back at him, a slow and almost lascivious smile that filled him with a bizarre excitement. His head reeling in disbelief, he watched as her free hand reached down and opened the zipper of his pants, allowing the throbbing shaft of his rigid cock to leap up in joyous freedom. For a long, silent moment, he stared down at the huge blood-filled length of it, the rubbery head lust-hardened and burgeoning, and suddenly he couldn't stand it for a minute longer.
He jumped up quickly, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of lust, and grabbed his secretary in a tight embrace, smashing his wet lips down on hers in a hungrily demanding kiss. He was beyond control now, the volcano of his fermenting desire uncapped by her final tantalizing gesture. He didn't care about the consequences; all he cared about was satiating his overwhelming lust for her full sensual lips.
His hands dug frantically at the softly yielding flesh of her firm young breasts as he kissed her, his thick tongue flicking eagerly at her teeth, forcing them apart, and then uniting with her tongue in a frenzied dance of building sexual excitement. Hastily, with the unleashed abandon of a madman, Tom's strong hands slid down over the trembling curves of her nubile body, goaded on beyond control by the strongly pulsing passion of his lust-inflated cock.
"Oh Tom, honey ..." Ingrid crooned, her breath warm and scented against his cheek, her arms clasping him to her in obvious desire.
But her hoarsely whispered words touched off a guilty nerve that was nagging at him from the depths of his mind, and, with an abruptly abrasive movement, he pulled away from her.
"Ingrid ... I don't know what came over me .. . caught myself in time ..." the words were jerked out of him by tremendous effort and he lowered his eyes, unable to look his young secretary straight in the face. She had encouraged him, it was true, but did she really know what she was letting herself in for? Anything could happen in an explosive situation like this one! Thank God he'd come to his senses before it was too late .. . God only knows what the outcome would have been, the two of them alone like that in an empty building ...
"Tom! Tom honey, look at me ..." he heard her urgent whisper, and shamefacedly turned to look at her.
She was stark naked! In two seconds she had taken off her skimpy dress and, with nothing on beneath it, was now standing before him, her sensual young body completely naked! Dazedly, he took in the cock-rousing sight of her satin-fleshed breasts, the voluptuous curve of her shapely hips, the glistening blonde triangle of her pubic "vee" at the juncture of her slender legs. He had never seen anyone more beautiful, more frankly sensual. She reminded him of a Swedish goddess, a Nordic incarnation of complete and fulfilling sex. For a long, long moment, he could only stand there, staring in silent appreciation at the enticingly sculpted body of his enticing secretary. The pounding in his churning penis was like an undeniable gnawing, and there was a tumultuous seething deep in the darkness of his lust-writhing balls.
The palms of his hands were suddenly sweaty and he found that his throat was arid and chalky. His eyes were burning in his head from the prolonged effort of staring, yet he couldn't take his gaze away from her, for fear she'd disappear and prove to be just an apparition of his lascivious thoughts.
Completely aware of the mesmerizing effect of her lewd pose, the young secretary raised her hands and began a slow teasing caressing of her succulent breasts, cupping them lovingly, proud of their ripe full beauty, running the hard berry-like nipples between her long tapering fingers, running the tip of her pink tongue invitingly over her lush red lips as she continued the lascivious stroking of her own breasts. Slowly and deliberately, she dropped her hands, running them down along the softly sensual curve of her sides, falling still lower until her fingertips grazed against the crinkly tendrils of pale blonde pubic hair.
Tom Lincoln felt a shiver course along his back as he watched her wanton movements and then his breath rattled hoarsely in his throat as he saw that the tips of her sinewy fingers were playing obscenely along her hair-fringed cuntal lips, pulling them slightly apart, revealing the glisteningly pink flesh of her soft vagina gleaming moistly beneath the golden wisps. Ingrid's head was thrown back, her long blonde hair cascading down over her creamy shoulders, and her green eyes were hazy and smoky with pleasure. Tom could see her erotically slender form quiver from the excitement she was generating in her feverish loins, and then he knew that he couldn't take it a minute longer. It was more than a mortal man could stand, and his own body was aflame with the overriding passions which were engulfing him. Suddenly, in the brief moment, he knew that he didn't care about Jean, about his marriage, about his job ... about anything but the incredibly sexy girl standing naked before him, writhing under the stroking she was giving her own moistening vagina. He had to have her! Only now, he realized that he had wanted her from the first moment he had hired her, but had dutifully submerged those rebellious feelings, willing himself to look on her as just a secretary, another appendage in his efficiently run office. But now it was too late. His real feelings were revealed, and the lustful quality of them almost overpowered him.
Without another word, he grasped his teasing secretary by the wrist and half-pulled her over to the long studio couch against the wall. Without preamble, he shoved her down onto the soft cushions, his eyes roaming feverishly over her milk-white flesh, as his hands tore frantically at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants until he stood naked over her, the huge lust-hardened length of his threatening cock waving like a throbbing red mast before him.
Her hot eyes were frozen on the massively inflated shaft and her slender fingers reached out tentatively and brushed against the burning flesh, making Tom wince from the electrical contact.
"Oooohhh lover, your cock looks so big and hard ..." she murmured softly, her cool fingers tightening around the ever-thickening rod of flesh,, sending unbearable waves of white-hot pleasure rippling through him. The lewd words of praise coming from her young moist lips were the last straw for Tom, and, with an inhuman moan of overwhelming passion, he dropped down to the sofa, unable to keep his hands off the lovely exciting body stretched so invitingly beneath him. Eagerly, his hands closed in on the softly throbbing flesh of her palpitating breasts, squeezing -and kneading them convulsively, wringing moans of ecstatic pain-pleasure from her as he tweaked the turgid little knobs of her nipples between his fingers, hardening them excruciatingly.
He could feel the warmth of her passionately heated body seeping through to his and the pulsing vibrancy of her desire was transmitted to and increased the blazing path of his own lust.
"Christ, Ingrid . .. you're .. . unbelievable!" the young husband gasped, unable to find words to express his appreciation of her softly eager body. The lust-bloated shaft of his fully erect cock lay trapped between their two bodies and he could feel the exquisite softness of her ivory thigh as his hard masculine flesh ground into it. His hands were like uncontrollable little animals as they roamed all over her naked body, cupping the softly rounded mounds of her tight little ass, sweeping the graceful flare of her hips, exploring every inch of her smooth delectable body. He could feel her quivering thighs part willingly beneath him and felt the first moist wet contact between her widespread vagina and his harshly throbbing cock.
"Oh Ingrid baby . . . I've gotta fuck you now ... I can't wait any longer ..." he moaned in a half-whisper, not caring how his secretary would react to his obscene words. He was beyond caring about conventions now; the demon of his libido was unleashed, changing him into an uncontrollable and unpredictable lust-propelled robot.
"Yes ... fuck me now, Tom honey ..." Ingrid whispered, "I can't wait to get that lovely big cock of yours inside me ... "
Jesus! She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her! Till now, a nagging question of disbelief had stabbed at him and inhibited him. He couldn't quite believe that she wanted him to fuck her, not even when she had stood naked before him. But now he heard her, heard her with his own ears, and he knew without doubt that she wanted him too, just the way he wanted to fuck her! He had never felt so excited in his life. He and this sex goddess were naked here and now in the middle of his office and they were dying to fuck each other. She wanted it as much as he did, and nothing else mattered a damn!
Her silky white thighs were spread widely apart, the naked wet plane of her pulsing cunt presented up to him to use as he wished. Then he felt once more the cool tantalizing touch of her hand on his blood-engorged organ, guiding it in toward the hotly pulsating opening of her waiting pussy. A spasmodic shock ran through him as the rubbery smooth head grazed against the softly curling wisps of her pubic hair, probing gently as it parted the tightly throbbing outer lips and dipped slowly and excruciatingly into the moist hot passage of her welcoming cunt.
"AAAAGGGHHH ...!!" she moaned as Tom suddenly slammed forward, flexing his powerful loins as he buried his enormous lust-distended penis halfway up into her painfully stretching vaginal sheath.
"Ooohh Tom, wait. .. it's too big .. . go slow... you're hurting me!" Ingrid gasped, spiralling her body upwards as the giant cudgel impaled her completely. But her employer was spurred by an overpowering lust which drove him to thrust his massively blood-engorged organ, lunging forward until he had finally sunk it to the hilt in her steaming pussy.
"Ooooohh God, oooo God ..." she groaned again and again, her entire insides desperately trying to stretch and shift to receive his massive shaft deep in the secret depths of her womb. She was mewling and sobbing incoherently now as Tom slowly retracted his pulsating member, pulling it out gradually, stretching the tender inner membrane until just the heavy bulbous head was left imbedded in her tight vagina. Then he plunged forward again, oblivious to her cries of anguish, and he began to fuck deeply into her, forcing her trembling cuntal passage to adjust to the huge size of his rigidly skewering cock.
For a moment, the attractive secretary was conscious only of deep, overriding pain and she wished desperately that she hadn't encouraged her boss to make love to her. His penis was so big. She'd had no idea it would be so enormous ... he'd split her in two! But at last she felt the tight inner walls beginning to stretch, to expand to take in his heavy girth, and the moist warm sheath began to close firmly and rhythmically around his nakedly thrusting cock. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his chest down against the turgid nipples of her heaving breasts, and, deep within her, waves of intense hot pleasure began to generate and to flow insistently through her whole body. She writhed and churned beneath her boss' deep hard thrusts, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstasy. Her full sensual lips moved ceaselessly with incoherent mumbled words and her nostrils flared in wild animal desire.
"Yes ... Tom, yes ... fuck me like that. Your cock feels soooo good inside me ..." She continued to gasp as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them in his palms, levering them up off the cushions of the sofa to clamp her eager loins tight around his plunging cock.
He pistoned down into her upwardly spiraling pelvis, driving with all the strength of his overwhelming passion. He could feel the smooth wet flesh of her clasping cunt squeezing and pumping like a vibrant heartbeat all around his hotly throbbing shaft. He screwed into her from the tips of his toes and plummeted the full blood-laden length of his thickly pounding cock into the heated depths of her dilated cunt, bringing weird cries of pure pleasure from her throat. Her arms slid down over his muscular buttocks as they pumped, clenching and unclenching, into her openly receptive loins.
Wet smacking noises reverberated lewdly through the office and the furious hammering increased in tempo, mercilessly driving them toward their adulterous fulfillment. Tom's hands slid around the firmly undulating moons of Ingrid's buttocks, convulsively kneading the flaccid flesh. His own body was bathed in perspiration and his breaths were deep and harsh. He had never been so aroused in his whole life, not even in his most passionate moments with Jean. Nothing had prepared him for the pure animalistic quality of this fucking, and he had never experienced anything like it. His young blonde secretary was like a completely different person, writhing and flailing under his wild fucking, as completely aroused as he was. His mind was blank now, devoid of all thoughts, completely isolated from his body which was a churning mass of raw lust. He had forgotten about his wife, about their boring marriage, about everything, as tremors of almost overwhelming pleasure were building up in his bucking and careening body. He knew that he would have to cum soon, or explode. He wanted to keep it going, to prolong this fantastic fucking for as long as he could, but he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He had almost reached it - the tremendous release he knew was soon to explode in his boiling testicles and fire through his aching cock deep, deep inside his secretary's belly. He wanted to burst inside her, to feel his heated male sperm jet into her eagerly waiting womb, to shoot his scalding load far up into her hungrily clasping vaginal orifice.
Ingrid's lithe body, slippery from sweat, undulated up and down against him, writhing uncontrollably from side to side on the soft sofa in ecstasy as she churned her hips in a wild dance of desire spreading her cream-white thighs obscenely and jackknifing them suddenly until her knees almost reached her shoulders.
"Oh Tom, fuck me harder ... harder ..." she groaned between tightly clenched teeth, as her buttocks shook and quivered, and her clasping cunt sucked hungrily up and down his deep plunging cock, riding lustfully on the. pistoning rail of his rock-hard member, twisting and gyrating insanely.
"Oooohhh ... OH GOD, TOM...!!!" she screamed out suddenly, as her body stiffened beneath him, every muscle and nerve ending taut as a bowstring, her face contorted in unspeakable grimaces of pleasure and lust. For a long moment she remained frozen in her position of stiff numbness, and then ...
"AAAAHHH ... I'mm there .. . OHMYGOD, I'm...CUMMINNGG...!!!" And her body seemed to collapse into a million different fragments, seemed to disintegrate under Tom's very eyes, every inch of her wildly twitching form quivering and trembling as over-powering surges of intense pleasure washed through her like tidal waves, bathing her body in the warmth of total arousal. She was in another world, and the familiar office was spinning around her as her body lit up again and again from the lightning which was forking through her. She had never experienced an orgasm like it . . . never in her life ... and she felt profoundly grateful to her boss who had given her such pleasure. Her body continued to arch tightly under him, her wetly sucking vagina grabbing desperately at the tortured shaft of his near-bursting cock, milking it with a fury. She cleaved to him, shaking and jerking around him in a quivering pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic juices in a shower of mist over the thickly plunging rod of his rigid penis. Her violent cumming spurred his own deep relentless aching, and his sperm-bloated balls seemed to grow and expand as they slapped against the convulsed cheeks of her madly pumping body.
"Uuuggghhh ...!!!" he grunted, his vicious strokes beating harder and harder into her, slapping against her pelvis with the flat impact of a wooden plank, bruising the soft swollen lips of her cunt, his steel-sprung cock thrusting up hard against the entrance to her wildly contracting womb.
He knew he was going to climax, and he ground endlessly into her wildly spread pussy, burying the huge blood-inflated length of his cock in her wetly writhing vagina, the steaming pressure in his balls driving him to unbearable limits. He had to cum now! NOW!!!
"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHH!!" he shouted as his mind exploded in a blinding fireball. The huge piston of his wildly jerking shaft drove far up into Ingrid's hungrily pulsating little belly, shooting the scalding jets of his pent-up sperm into her eagerly welcoming womb, gushing deep, deep within her, pouring out in an unchecked torrent along the hotly clasping walls of her steaming vagina and foaming out again to mix with her own cum and flood through the tangle of their lewdly entwined pubic hair. His head was spinning and his voice was echoing with incoherent obscenities as flood after flood of pleasure poured through his thrashing body, splashing in powerful waves that ran storming through his whole being, stirring new unknown reservoirs of pleasure. It was so good! There had never been anything like it in his life. His secretary continued to move back and forth on his still surging cock, milking every drop of precious sticky sperm from the slowly deflating rod, coaxing more and more of the hot white liquid into her wetly clasping vaginal depths. At last, they lay panting together, their naked limbs slowly disentangling.
Tom's eyes slowly opened and he watched, stunned but happy, as Ingrid's hand reached gently for his now limp penis. Patiently, with suppressed eagerness, she began to stroke it with her delicate fingers, sending new creeping shivers coursing along his spine.
"Wha .. . ?" he began, completely amazed to feel life stirring again in his exhausted cock-shaft. After the incredible fucking he had just experienced with his secretary, he wondered if he could ever walk again, let alone make love. But Ingrid seemed to have other ideas.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, lover?" she crooned, her voice a silky sensual drawl.
"Christ, it was fantastic ..." he admitted, his breath still short from the fulfilling pleasure she had just given him. "But why? I never suspected ..."
"Oh, I've had my eye on you for quite a while, Mr. Lincoln. And, what I want, I usually get. Now, wasn't I better than that strait-laced little wife of yours?" she whispered, and Tom experienced a momentary pang of guilt. Jean! What would she say if she knew?
"It was much better with me, wasn't it?" Ingrid urged, her fingers tightening excruciatingly on his semi-erect penis, making him convulse with pleasurable spasms.
All thoughts of his wife were blanked from the junior executive's dazed brain as he lay back, murmuring in helplessly wholehearted agreement. Yes... it was much better. .'.Oh God. .. it was much, much better. . .
Chapter Three
Tom hummed to himself as he finished shaving. It was glorious out, just perfect for the picnic that Ingrid had planned. He knew that his wife wouldn't believe him if he said he was going to work overtime again, especially as it was Sunday afternoon and he had supposedly worked the day beforehand so he had told her that he had made a golfing date with one of the men from work. She accepted this without saying a word, although he could tell she wasn't pleased. It was the middle of the afternoon yesterday when he finally got home, and Jean had seemed to be upset about something, but when he had questioned her about it, she refused to say anything. Tom figured she must be upset over the way he'd gone to work on a Saturday, but, when he tentatively mentioned it, she had brushed the subject aside. Well, what the hell; if she wanted to keep her thoughts to herself, he certainly wasn't going to stir them up.
The unfaithful young husband could hardly wait to see his seductive secretary again. It had been hard dragging himself away from her yesterday, but he had to in order not to make his wife suspicious. He had never met anyone like Ingrid in his life, and, suddenly, he felt like a new man. Virile, attractive - feelings he hadn't experienced with Jean in a long time.
Not even in the earliest days of his marriage had he felt the surge of power that he felt after making love to Ingrid yesterday. She was all woman, and she made him feel like a complete, satisfied man.
"Will you be home for dinner?" Jean asked tonelessly, as he picked up his bag of golf clubs and headed for the front door.
"Better not plan anything, honey," he said carefully, "Al and I might grab a bite out somewhere and then have a beer later."
Jean just shrugged indifferently, and stood immobile as he gave her a salutory peck on the cheek. After he'd left, the house suddenly seemed forlorn and empty, and she drifted into the kitchen somewhat absently and began washing the morning's dishes. As she did so, she tried to control a rising sense of solitude, a growing realization that something, somewhere, was fundamentally wrong with her marriage. She knew that her husband's lack of attention and frequent absences from her, whether to work or to "go out with the boys," were only a symptom of a far deeper and more serious malaise. But, try as she might, she couldn't pinpoint the reason for what seemed to be Tom's lack of interest in her.
He was so changed lately, she had to assume it was his promotion and the extra pressure of his work. Even this golf date this afternoon -before he was promoted, he never did anything like that.
Oh well, she sighed to herself, its all part of being an executive, and being alone all the time is part of being an executive's wife!
She wondered how she was going to fill her afternoon. She had thought of driving to the park and taking a long walk there, but the knowledge that she would feel utterly left out when she saw all the couples there made her decide not to. She knew that she had to find something to occupy all the lonely afternoons and evenings she was sure to be spending alone from now on, at least until Tom's position was firmly secured on the executive ladder. They had both known when he took this particular job and applied himself to his field, that there were sacrifices that would have to be made, but adding everything up, they had agreed that it was worth it. Now Jean wondered if they had been foolish. After all, the best years of Tom's life were being spent climbing painfully rung by rung up that ladder, while she was left at the bottom, ready to either catch him when he fell, or climb up after him when he reached the security of the upper rungs. But Jean was slowly learning that, for her, material benefits did not compensate for emotional paucity.
The train of Jean's thoughts was halted by a knock on the kitchen door, and she turned, wondering who it could be. The sun reflecting on the wire mesh of the screen door made it difficult to see who it was, and then Jean recognized young Randy Webb, her gardener, remembering at the same time his promise to return to finish cutting the yard.
"Oh Randy, come on in, I'm just finishing up the dishes," the young housewife said, wiping her hands, on the dish towel at the same time. "I didn't expect you to come on a beautiful afternoon like this."
"Oh, yes'm, if I promise a thing, then I do it."
Randy wandered into the kitchen, glancing around him as he did so, taking in the brightly new kitchen appliances and the freshly scrubbed floor. Boy, he thought to himself, this sure is a hell of a lot different from my place.
"Did you get that lawnmower fixed?" the husky teenager said aloud, noticing at the same time that Mrs. Lincoln was even more sexy than she'd been two days before, even though she had more clothes on. Now she was wearing a pair of really tight shorts, and a kind of neck thing that just barely came down to cover her tits. Jesus Christ, what he wouldn't do to get a hold of those two nipples and twist them right off!
"Yes, I took it in yesterday afternoon, and they fixed it right away, just like you said." Jean folded the towel and set it on the towel rack, turning back to the boy just in time to see him avert his eyes guiltily from her bare midriff. She realized with amusement that he must have been looking at her breasts. Boys! she laughed to herself. Well, I suppose they all start getting ideas sometime.
"I thought you were going to the beach yesterday afternoon," Randy said, abruptly turning his eyes back to her as though chiding himself for being such a kid.
"Yes .. . well, we didn't go. My husband, uh .. . "
"Stood up, huh? By your own husband?" Randy's voice was more confident now, assured.
"Well... yes, yes I suppose you could say that." Jean tried to keep her voice light, even though the memory of how her picnic had been ruined the day before by Tom's thoughtlessness still upset her. Then she noticed the odd way the young boy was staring at her as she answered, and suddenly grew confused. "Uhhhh . .. well, are you ready to get to work?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Was she mistaken, or did Jean detect a note of suggestiveness in his voice. No, it wasn't possible, she reassured herself. After all, she was almost twice his age!
"Well, the lawnmower is out in the garage, you know where." Jean turned back to the sink, but then became aware of the fact that Randy hadn't moved. "Well?" she asked, turning back to him, put slightly off balance by his familiar grin.
"Yeah, right," the blonde headed youth replied, going to the door and then turning, a strangely meaningful look in his blue eyes. "And maybe later, when I get hot, you could give me another Coke or something, O.K.?"
"Yes, all right. Yes."
And then he was gone, sauntering out the screen door and turning off the patio in the direction of the garage. Jean was nonplussed. Something in the way he had looked at her struck an unpleasant cord deep inside her, and she couldn't explain what it was. And then she thought of it: It was the same feeling she used to have when she worked the fashion shows as a model, when men buyers would look at her in a particular way, as if to say, "I know you're a model, baby, and what else?" Jean had always felt like shouting back at these leering men that just because she had a good figure and was a model didn't mean that she was as loose as some of the other girls were. And now, in her own kitchen, something in the way young Randy Webb had looked at her gave her the same reaction. Why?
Jean had always considered Randy as nothing more than a young kid who came over once every two weeks to cut the lawn. But she realized, as she thought about it, that the teenager's eyes, as he had looked at her just now, were not the eyes of a boy. No, not even those of an adolescent. They were the cold, almost calculating eyes of the men twenty years his senior who had come to the fashion shows when she was a model!
Jean looked out the window, to where Ranoy had gotten the lawnmower from the garage and was preparing to start it. Suddenly she noticed his manly build, saw the muscles that made him seem from a distance more like an athlete in his twenties than the youngster she'd considered him. And then she remembered the emphasis he'd put in his question about her husband not going to the beach with her, and also the special tone he'd given his request for a Coke later. Almost as though he was demanding it, rather than asking. And was it only her imagination which suddenly saw a lewd suggestiveness in his phrase, "When I get hot?"
OH, this is crazy, the housewife suddenly laughed to herself. What am I thinking about? Randy is a boy, and I'm almost old enough to be his mother, give or take a few years. Don't be a silly little ass, Jean Lincoln!
And with that, she turned back to her chores, the first of which was to rescrub her shiny kitchen floor. As she began to work, she heard the roar of the lawnmower outside, and looked outside to see Randy beginning to push it through the jungle of her backyard. She watched him outline a square of mown grass around the yard, and then begin to follow it in, pushing easily through the tangle of three-inch grass. And she looked up again when he passed to notice that he'd taken his shirt off, revealing the mature physique he was so proud of.. . and almost every time he came around, she took a moment to just glance out the kitchen window, to gaze at the handsome sixteen year old and laugh at herself for taking his youthful admiration of her as a threat, to laugh and to feast her eyes unconsciously on his magnificent young body.
Jean's sidelong, sometimes unconscious stares out her kitchen window were not lost on the young Randy Webb, however. On the contrary, he made certain to check the window out of the corner of his eye each time he passed it, and almost always he found the beautiful Mrs. Lincoln standing there, obviously looking in his direction. The very thought excited Randy so much that he could hardly keep mowing the grass. He could feel a steady hardening of his physically mature cock in his blue jeans, which he could only control by pushing the lawnmower faster and faster through the heavy grass. Christ! He'd thought maybe Mrs. Lincoln was interested in him, or at least thought he was good looking. But then he'd gone home and chided himself for imagining things. Even though he'd lain awake for two nights dreaming of really socking it to his voluptuous employer, still he hadn't really been able to make himself believe that his thoughts had been anything more than the fanciful flights of his over-active imagination. And yet, here she was, not even able to take her eyes off him while he was working!
Randy knew he'd taken quite a chance by being so forward in the kitchen, talking about her husband like that, and giving her that sexy come-on. Well, what the hell! He had to find out didn't he? And it looked like he'd been right before, that she really might open up to him if he played his cards right. It was a good thing he'd had a couple of beers to calm himself down over at his friend's house before coming over this afternoon, or else he'd be so excited he'd be cumming in his pants right now!
The sun burned down on the husky teenager's back, doing nothing to relieve him of his mounting excitement. His imagination had already taken him where in reality he might fear to go, and by the time he had finished the yard, he was fully convinced that Jean Lincoln was as hot for him as he was hot for her. Of course, it was only his imagination, fueled by Jean's unawareness of his sexually mature attitudes, but the fact remained that the lawnmower flew around the Lincoln's yard, and inside of thirty minutes, the mower was shut off and Randy was standing at the kitchen door, breathing hard and sweating profusely.
"Well, ma'am, all done!" Jean looked up from where she was cleaning under the refrigerator, and said with surprise: "So soon?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lincoln," Randy grinned, still standing outside the door. "I guess I was just looking forward to that beer you promised me."
Jean stood up, and then smiled. "You mean Coke, don't you?"
"Naw, I'll take a beer if you don't mind," Randy said, coming in the back door and throwing himself into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Well, I don't know, Randy," Jean began. "I don't think you're quite old ... "
"Aw, Mrs. Lincoln, I been drinking beer for years. I even drink it with my Dad. Besides, it's hot as hell out there, and I deserve some kind of reward for finishing up so fast, don't I?"
Jean felt strangely intimidated by this young boy's brash self-assuredness, but she rationalized her way out of the problem by accepting what he told her at face value. After all, if he was allowed to drink beer at home .. .
"Well, all right. Just this once ..." She took one beer out of the refrigerator, and then two, "I guess I'll join you. It is getting hot, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am. It sure is," Randy grinned broadly, took the can she offered, and tilted his head back to let the cool liquid pour down his throat. He smiled to himself as he continued to chug the beer, knowing that Mrs. Lincoln couldn't fail to be impressed by this little trick that always dazzled the girls in his housing project. When he'd finished, he banged the can down on the table, looked at Jean to see her surprise, and then quickly moved to the refrigerator himself.
"That's all right," he said quickly, taking a beer and opening it in one motion. "I'll get this one." His head whirled a little from the beer's effect on his over-heated body, and he almost stumbled coming back to the table.
"Now wait a minute, Randy. I don't remember saying you could have two." Jean's voice was strident, almost like a mother chastising her young son. The tone of voice was not lost on Randy.
"What do you think? I'm not old enough or something?" Randy steadied himself with his hand on the table. "I bet I could out-drink you any day. And your husband, too."
Jean started to protest again, but stopped as Randy again tilted the can to his mouth, and began swallowing the alcohol in great quantities. He chugged the beer until he thought his lungs would pop, but he didn't care. He would show this older woman that he wasn't some kid or something! He was somebody that she better watch out for, that's what!!
He only finished his beer three-quarters of the way before he had to quit, again banging his hand down on the table and spilling most of the rest of the can's contents over the table. He stared at the frothy pool, his breath coming in gasps, and tried to stop his head from whirling around and around. He felt so dizzy he could hardly sit up straight, and it made him angry; made him feel weak in the presence of this older woman. What if she thought he couldn't hold his liquor? What if she thought he was just a punk kid trying to impress her or something? Why wouldn't his goddamned head stop spinning?!!!
"I .. . I ... saw," he began. What was he trying to say? He knew, but the words didn't come through his gasping breathing.
"Randy, are you all right?" Jean was suddenly worried, not only for him, but also she was suddenly aware of the terrible anger he was feeling, and the violence in him which she'd never seen before. The motherly concern in her voice, though, was the worse reaction she could have had. It drew his attention like a red cape draws bulls.
"I saw you .. . looking at me through the window," the muscular teenager managed, turning his cold eyes on the beautiful older housewife, raking her voluptuous body with them, taking in every curve of her abundant succulent breasts and smoothly tanned thighs. Now was the time, he thought to himself drunkenly. Now was the time to make his move before he lost control of himself!
"I don't know what you mean, Randy ..." Jean answered, more than a little frightened as she saw the same gaze which she used to associate with the older men looking at her, but which was coupled now with a youthful violence that was beginning to terrify her.
"Oh, I think you do," Randy went on, standing up suddenly and almost losing his balance, catching himself on the table and straightening up quickly with a silent curse. "I think you know what I mean . .. baby."
Jean listened to the slurring of his speech, and saw the eerie look in his shining eyes. She experienced a tremor of fear as she stared at him, unable to believe that this was the same boy who had walked in her kitchen door, Desperately, she tried to keep her voice steady and maintain a semblance of calm self-control. It was ridiculous: The last five minutes had played like a fast-action film, with unbelievable transformation coming over the obviously excited boy.
"Randy, I think you'd better leave. You've had a little too much to drink, and-"
"I have not had too much to drink!" Randy yelled with fierceness in his eyes. And then his voice grew softer. "Whatsa matter . . . doncha want me around, Mrs. Lincoln? You were thinking something different when you were watching me out that window, I bet!"
"Randy, I'm warning you. Please go right now, or I'll call the police!" Her urgent warning only seemed to spur the teenager into sudden action. His hand reached out swiftly and gripped the startled wife, and Jean stiffened as the boy's strong fingers tightened around her shoulder, his surprising strength and the cold threatening expression in his icy blue eyes evoking a sudden stab of panic in her stomach. Events were crowding too fast on her harried consciousness and shivers of terror coursed through her as he suddenly propelled her backwards up off the kitchen chair.
"Get your hands off me!" she suddenly shouted, but her cold command only infuriated the teenager, and he raised his hand, slapping her brutally across the face.
"Don't tell me what to do," he stormed, his speech slurred from the effects of chugging two beers, "you think I'm just a kid .... but I'll show you that I'm a man!" Glaring fiercely at the suddenly frightened Jean, who was trembling from the jarring impact of his blow, he pushed her suddenly through the kitchen doorway and into the living room, and then against the sofa, unbalancing her and sending her sprawling across the soft deep cushions.
"Leave me alone. .. please get away from me!" Jean pleaded desperately, all pretense of superiority and authority dropped. She was frankly terrified of this single-minded assault on her by this muscular youth. Oh God, she sobbed silently, what does he want with me?
Randy slowly forced the overpowered woman's arm back beyond her head and stretched his rangy muscular body over her softly trembling figure. He clamped his hungry lips over her ripely inviting mouth, digging his tongue against her defiantly-set teeth, forcing it hard into the sweet moist cavity of her mouth.
Her stomach churning from shock, Jean lay motionless under his clenched and restraining grip, her brain screaming alarm, flooding the intricate channels and nerves of her body with adrenalin. She had to get away from his maddened assault!
Suddenly, with a bound of unforeseen strength, she jerked away from him and ran, her heart pounding with terror, darting into the bedroom. Awkwardly, she fumbled with the lock, her numbed fingers frantically grasping the bolt that would shut him out, that would give her time to reach the bedside phone and call the police. She could hear his footsteps crashing towards her as she pushed the small stubborn piece of hardware. Dear God, she begged inwardly, If I can only get this damned thing shut!
In the space of another second, the limber youth had reached the door and was forcing it relentlessly open with his sturdy shoulder!
"Not so fast, Mrs. Lincoln," he leered as he pushed the door fully open and grabbed the frantic housewife.
Randy laughed, a coarse victorious chuckle as he roughly shoved her down on the big double bed.
"You're gonna stay put this time!" he spat, squeezing her painfully against the bedclothes. "Don't move a muscle, you cock-teasing bitch, or I'll beat the shit out of you!!" His voice was cold with rage, his steel-blue eyes boring into her frightened and contorted face. She moaned with fright as his hand began to fumble with the thin protection of her very brief halter top. She wanted to stop him, to push his hand away, but she was too afraid, too terrified of arousing the seething anger that lay under his cool adolescent exterior.
With a quick, sharp tug, he ripped away the sash of her halter and violently pulled off the confining fabric of her short shorts, exposing to his diabolical lust-inflamed gaze the lovely sculpted contours of her voluptuous body, completely naked but for a flimsy string of white nylon bikini pants. A low gasp of excitement came from the drunken youth's throat as Jean tried ineffectually to cover her suddenly exposed breasts. She looked so fabulous! Until this moment, all his sexual experience had been with immature, adolescent girls or baggy prostitutes, and his dazed brain blazed at the sight of the softly fleshed mounds of her erotically full breasts, the glossy firm roundness of her magnificent thighs rising to the sensual flare of her silky smooth hips. His eyes riveted on the enticing blonde crevice of her panty-clad pubic mound, and his mouth hung open as his breath pumped raggedly in and out of his heaving young chest. The boy was almost out of his mind with rampaging desire and his fiery cock was a jumping and aching hardness between his tensed legs, straining the rough fabric of his tight jeans. Hurriedly his hands opened the buttons of his fly, allowing his already rigid penis to spring free in the cool air of the bedroom, thrusting itself, upright with proudly assertive desire from the wiry thatch of his pubic hair. His still thickening member was sending sharp and urgent impulses to his sex-crazed brain, urging him to hurry, to answer the clamorous demands of his raging lust. This older woman's body was even more sensually exciting than he'd expected. Seeing her lying there nakedly trembling before him filled him with a wild sense of male power: A grown woman, scared to death of him! She was nearly old enough to be his mother, and Randy felt a sudden wicked thrill as he savored the fact that she was a married woman as well, supposedly completely out of his reach! Yes, when he first saw this luscious piece so cool and unapproachable in her fancy home, he never dreamed he could get the best of her so quickly . . . and what a woman! he thought exultantly. He gazed down with drunken satisfaction at his massive erection poling obscenely out from the open "vee" of his fly, and smiled happily to himself. With a rush, he finished undressing.
Jean gave a low and frightened whimper of fear as she felt Randy's strong young hand slide firmly between the quivering columns of her tightly clenched legs, and then felt him push relentlessly upward, forcing apart her tender inner thighs, thrusting his fingers aggressively under the elastic ridge of her bikini panties to graze momentarily against the curling tendrils of her pussy hair.
"Noooooo! Noooooo!" Jean screamed with undisguised horror, recoiling as though she had just been stung. She ground her panty-protected buttocks down into the softness of the bed in futile retreat from his roughly invading hand.
"Hold still, bitch!" he barked at her, his other hand shooting out to deliver another brutal slap against her tear-stained face.
Jean lay back numbly, unresisting now, her eyes brimming with tears, staring vacantly ahead. She was excruciatingly aware of Randy's forceful hands grasping the sensitive inner surface of her long legs, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her fear of this brutal young thug and what he would do to her had mastered her and she wanted only to escape the throbbing pain of his blows. She was desperately afraid of rousing his temper further, of provoking something she sensed in him, a bestially uncompromising anger. She stared unseeingly at his massive cock which was balanced obscenely between her splayed legs. She was willing her brain to lose itself into oblivion, to ignore the unthinkably lewd assault that was taking place right in her own neat, familiar bedroom.
A long violent tremor shot through her as she felt her young tormentor's fingers grazing once more against the palpitating nylon-covered mound of her vaginal hair. Shudders spasmed through her terrified body as she felt his fingers grasp the flimsy elastic waistband of her panties, and then a wave of sheer unmitigated horror crashed over her as Randy, with a quick powerful tug, ripped the gossamer veil of protective fabric right off her cringing loins, with one swift brutal gesture, destroying the last barrier of her defense against his violent assault. A cold shudder of nausea swept through her - this just wasn 't happening! It just couldn 't be!
Her widening eyes focused on him and she really saw clearly for the first time the huge hardness of his lewdly swollen cock, poised at the entrance to her vulnerable vaginal depths. It was so hard, so furiously erect, so frighteningly obscene!
A lewd pornographic image of herself dazzled her mind, blinding her rational thought; how she must look, naked and flat on her back, spread-eagled under this youth's purplish and upraised penis, her most private flesh exposed to the lascivious attentions of a complete stranger!
She could feel the blood in her veins chill as she saw him guiding the angry red length of his desire-hardened penis towards the trembling little opening to her body, the blood-swollen tip parting her blonde pubic hair, and then, without hesitation, surging forward as he flexed his hips, driving hard up into her unprepared cunt, sinking his pulsating thickness almost to the hilt in her tenderly stretched vaginal entrance!
"AAARRGGGGHHHHH .. . !" she groaned helplessly as her agonized legs splayed and kicked out futilely on either side of the youth's lean young body.
For a long moment, during which Jean thought she'd die from the agonizing pain, Randy held it there, savoring the wildly exciting sensation of feeling his virile young penis sunk at last into the older woman's heatedly resisting vaginal depths. Then he clenched his teeth and, cupping the trembling mounds of her soft firm buttocks in his hard palms, he shoved forward, groaning savagely, forcing his long rangy cock all the way to the hilt in Mrs. Lincoln's sorely bruised cuntal passage.
"OOOHHHHHHH ... OH GOD. YOU'RE KILLING ME .. . STOP! STOP!" she wailed, sobbing piteously, twisting her body in a vain attempt to escape the desire-hardened mass of his impaling member buried agonizingly in her soft interior.
The full shock of her lewdly humiliating position came home to her, the bottomless degradation and shame of lying helplessly in her own bed, her intimate depths filled by the obscene hardness of a young boy's penis, a boy who was almost young enough to be her son! The twisted and bizarre quality of this outrage seemed to inflame her agonized brain and destroy the last reservoir of her resistance. This young teenage boy was actually raping her right here in her own bedroom! She would never be able to live down this horrible lewd attack on her private self. How could she ever regain her self-respect after this cruel ravishment of her body? And she had only herself to blame! She was almost twice his age, and yet she had brought him into her house, given him some beer, and when he made sexual advances toward her, she had been too confident of her ability to resist him. It was her own fault entirely that she had stumbled into this hopeless mire of sexual depravity. She felt depressed and frightened, full of self-loathing and pain from the granite intrusion of Randy's impossibly hard thick cock that flexed itself deep in the buffeted and resisting walls of her aching cunt. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the obscene rape of her helplessly pinned body. Randy slowly withdrew the lengthy glistening column of his submerged penis, pulling against her reluctantly clinging sheath, leaving only the lust-bloated head still buried firmly in her violated vagina.
Jean moaned involuntarily as her tortured cuntal walls closed behind his painful withdrawal, but her relief was only momentary as Randy, arching his back, his eyes blazing with uncontrolled lust, abruptly slammed his blood-engorged shaft back up into her cringing vaginal mouth, far up into her tortured little belly, smashing the inflamed head against her tender cervix. He crammed the full length of his lust-distended member into her defenseless body in one brutal stroke, his dangling balls slapping against the smooth naked cheeks of her quavering buttocks.
Viciously he withdrew, pulling his heavy bloated shaft out with agonizing abruptness, and then smashed immediately into her again, maintaining a powerful sawing rhythm in and out of the protesting flesh of her futilely struggling cunt. With mounting excitement, he thrust into her, flogging her bruised vaginal lips with the harsh impact of his pubic bone, twisting and stretching the sensitive walls of her vagina and wringing the first reluctant drops of moisture from the battered passage of her pain-wracked cunt.
"Oh Christ, ooohhhhh ..." he gasped as his bulging eyes followed the progress of the long hard length of his glistening cock, moist now from her unwilling secretions, pistoning into her soft blonde pubic triangle. His eyes widened as he gaped at the raggedly pink flanges of the protective folds of flesh around her writhing pussy, drawing back with each outstroke, then being swallowed in again as he drove forward with a relentless pumping rhythm into her helplessly servile body.
His driving male hardness seemed to fill every recess of her violently agitated body. His lust-inflated cock expanded stroke by stroke, seeming to stretch the clamped walls of her burning sheath, whipping her battered genitals into a tingling mass of throbbing nerve-endings.
With his hands holding her down, the lust-drunken teenager kept fucking mercilessly between Jean's forced open thighs with deep hard strokes, cramming his palpitating cock to the thick hilt each time on the instroke, and then pulling it all the way out until the heavy bulbous head alone was still submerged, until at last the lining of her inner cuntal walls was flowing with the unwished-for stream of her vaginal juices.
"Aaaaggghhh! AAAaaggghhhh NO! No! No!" she moaned helplessly, her head tossing from side to side, her body aching all over from the terribly throbbing thrusts between her open legs. Her brain was dazed and reeling and her eyes stared vacantly ahead, wishing only for this terrible ordeal to be over. She was humiliated and debased beyond belief and she wished that she could be spared the terrible agony which accompanied her demoralizing humiliation. She felt she had done nothing to deserve this lewd assault on her body by a lust-demented teenager. She didn't deserve it but yet she could do nothing to prevent it. She was a helpless victim of the youth's overpowering strength and driving masculine desire.
But even as the young wife lay there, her head drubbing with disbelief, the unbelievable happened! She recognized within herself the first signs of a slow insidious betrayal of her higher moral self deep within her tortured body! Terrible as the realization was to her, a tiny flickering flame had been lit deep inside her helplessly resisting belly, and was grimly persisting, even spreading in a slowly smouldering combustion of desire within her own loins. It was terrible, unthinkable, but she was beginning to feel a kind of hotly primitive urge building deep within her savagely assaulted cuntal region, a mindlessly growing but still obscured desire, a raw need that was threatening to engulf her completely!
"... Uuugggghhhnnnaaahhh ..." Randy suddenly groaned, a sudden vibrant thrill of delight shooting up from his wildly pistoning cock as her moist warm vaginal sheath clutched convulsively at his inflated instrument. His loud coarse groan of pleasure seemed to trigger an instinctive response in Jean as his strange young voice flooded her confused consciousness with a ripple- of lurid pleasure.'
For a long never-ending second, she wavered, teetering between reluctant tolerance and lewd submission . . . and then, helplessly, irrevocably, her love-starved body gave way to a tidal wave of lust, welling up from her heated vaginal passage. She felt herself falling, falling endlessly into a current of total surrender.
"Oooohhhh .. . yessss .. . mmmm ..." she moaned, her voice husky and distorted with passionate arousal. Her entire body was slowly undulating as she thrust her suddenly eager pelvis forward to meet the full force of her young lover's pistoning penis. Her softly quivering buttocks jiggled shamelessly with mounting excitement, and her wetly glistening lips were curled lewdly to emit breathless mewls of undiluted pleasure. Her blue eyes darkened with the smouldering haze of an unleashed sexual inferno and her whole body burned with the raging flames of complete arousal, her brain crazed to the point of near insanity. She rocked and slapped wetly against Randy's pile-driving rod of flesh, her heaving breasts smacking obscenely against the smooth hardness of the sixteen year old's muscular chest. Her blonde fair flew back like a golden wave of water and she moaned like a wild woman, her full lips parted in ecstatic abandon.
"Ooooohhhhh yes, Randy, yes . .. it's so good, sooooo goood .... " she crooned as her arms wrapped tightly around his young neck, and her nails dug savagely into his back, her hands sliding desperately down to his thrusting buttocks and forcing them harder and faster against the openly presented plane of her hungry cunt.
Man, she's crazy for it.. . she's really hot. .. Randy thought ecstatically as he continued to fuck frantically between her widespread legs. He had no idea she'd be so turned on by his screwing. .. that was beyond his wildest dreams. But she was! He was afraid in the beginning that maybe he'd made a bad mistake, and he was really going to be in for some trouble. She had fought against it in the beginning, acting all haughty and proud, but she had succumbed, and now she was just like any other woman, dying to get fucked!! His thoughts ran on lasciviously as he continued to pound against her, lewd smacking noises resounding through the bedroom as she stretched her long tanned legs farther and farther apart in a hungry effort to engulf all of his hotly plunging penis.
Jean Lincoln was a moaning and unmindful mass of pure pleasure, every ounce of her perspiring body alive with tingling excitement, She thought she'd go out of her mind from the pure pleasure of fucking and being fucked half to death. She didn't know or care-why, but she loved it! Forgotten was her initial anger, forgotten was the disgust she'd felt, forgotten was everything - her husband Tom, his job, their sexual problems, everything but the madly overpowering spasms of pleasure which were convulsing through her from this teenage boy's wanton fucking!
Their perspiring bodies rocked and bucked nakedly against each other, filling the bedroom air with the tangy acrid odor of sex and the wild cries of sexual arousal as they flailed uncontrollably in the age-old rhythm of copulation. They were demented and mindless as they twisted and jerked against each other, Randy's wetly pounding young body crashing between the widespread and wantonly kicking legs of the tall blonde housewife. "Christ, Mrs. Lincoln . . . you sure .. . know .. . how to . .. fuck!" Randy panted admiringly as the quickening tempo of their love-making signalled their mutually approaching orgasms.
"Oh God, Randy, don't stop now!" Jean begged wildly, knowing that the full blasting force of her climax was hovering just beyond her reach. Suddenly, her voice caught in a series of whimpering moans and her legs wrapped up tighter around his back as a violent explosion seemed to tear her apart.
"Oh my God, Randy .. .I'm cumming! I'm cumming . . . AAAAHHHHHH ..." she groaned, her voice cracking with passion, her pelvis jerking out of control as the detonation of her body-shattering orgasm struck her with the force of a bomb, disintegrating her flesh into billions of atoms of excruciating pleasure, lighting blaze after blaze of blinding light behind her wildly rolling eyes as her pelvis convulsed upward around his deep-sunk penis.
"Aaaaagggrrrrhhh ..." she continued to sob wildly as her head flailed from side to side, her body quiveringly alive with mind-blowing sensations. Again and again, her long tanned body jerked and flailed like a puppet on a string as floods of unbelievably unexpected pleasure washed over her. She was a mindless mass of total feminine arousal, and she forgot to be frightened by the terrifying force of her orgasm. She had never known that cumming could be like this . . . it was a completely different experience from what she usually had. It was miraculous, and this young teenager was the wonder worker! In the dim of her orgasm-clouded brain, the rejoicing young housewife was aware of a powerful stiffening in her young lover's body, and then he was trembling from head to toe, his pelvis thrusting forcefully against her wildly kicking legs, raising her loins up off the bed from the force of his spasmodic pounding.
He was cumming too, shooting his roiling sperm deep and hard in needle-like spurts into the hungrily pulsing sheath of her eagerly waiting belly, sending jets of the precious liquid far up into the depths of her greedily welcoming interior. He continued to pump into her without let-up, filling her helplessly flooded belly with more and more of his hotly foaming offering, until she felt filled all the way up to her throat with his seething male sperm. His orgasm seemed as if it would never end, as he continued ejaculating into her, the heated male semen trickling pleasurably through her still quivering cuntal depths, until at last, his powerful young penis began to deflate, finally slipping ineffectively from the widely-stretched passage of her pulsating vagina.
It was almost dark when Jean realized she'd been asleep. She was still stretched out naked on her back on the wide double bed, her thighs still moist from Randy's sperm and lasciviously spread and she was filled with such incredible exhaustion that it was an effort to close them.
Was her husband home? Her first worried thought made her sit bolt upright, convulsed with fear, but after a minute, she was able to determine that there was no light or sound in the dark, empty house. Randy Webb was gone She didn't know when or how .. . and she didn't care. She knew that she'd have to drag herself to the bathroom, wash away the exterior signs of the young teenager's brutal assault, but that would have to come later. Right now, she couldn't move. Her entire body felt sore and abused, her battered loins still tingling as a lewd reminder of her shameless orgasm. Shame and mortification flooded through her as she recalled how she had thrashed about in wanton abandon as Randy had poured his scalding sperm far up into her shamelessly hungering cunt, how she had actually climaxed from the teenager's obscene love-making. It was almost impossible to believe, but it was true! She had actually succumbed to her bases impulses, had actually enjoyed the lewd rape of her body by a boy almost half her age.
Tears sprung to her eyes and she felt utterly sullied, sunk to the lowest depths of depravity. How could she ever even hold up her head again after what had happened to her? She was no better than the youth who had assaulted her She had enjoyed the cruel rape, she, a married woman! Sobs convulsed her quivering body as her dazed brain tried to grapple with her feelings. What could she do? What was to become of her? How could she live with herself after this? Overwhelmed by the realization of what had happened to her, and of how her body had betrayed her, Jean sobbed helplessly, giving vent to the pent-up feelings of her shattered emotions. It was a long time before she could force herself to rise and go to the bathroom, to try to cleanse herself of the shame and degradation she felt permeating her entire being.
Chapter Four
Jean took another sip of her strong gin and tonic, and lit another cigarette. She knew that during the last few days, she had been drinking too much and smoking too many cigarettes, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't know how she'd have gotten through the long endless hours otherwise. And with Tom working overtime so much lately, the days were doubly long. She didn't even get her usual satisfaction from making the house neat and tidy; in fact, she couldn't seem to settle on anything. Countless times during the day and lonely evening she'd open a book or a magazine or turn on the television, and then after five minutes, she'd have forgotten all about whatever it was, and would be staring into space .. . thinking about Randy Webb. Their sandy-haired gardener even invaded her dreams, appearing in different and terrifying forms to taunt her and make love to her! It was five days since that terrible Sunday Five long unbearable days in which to torment herself, to torture her guilt-ridden brain with self-loathing, to blame herself for what had happened. She had told herself, over and over again, that it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't help what happened, that Randy had forced her to submit to him, in her own bedroom, but she couldn't forget how she had enjoyed it, how she had ended up by sobbing out the most fulfilling orgasm she'd ever had. She just couldn't banish from her remorse-stricken brain the image of her own nakedly sweat-filled body fucking back in vital abandon under Randy's deep hard thrusts.
Her own shrill cries of orgasm still sounded eerily in her ears, and she could feel the spasms of pleasure which had surged through when she had climaxed. She couldn't make herself believe that it was anything but her own fault. After all, she had acted in a reasonable way at the time, if she had calmly told the boy he couldn't have any beer, if she had only been firm with him, then none of this would have happened. If she had even confessed to her husband that night when he'd come home, things might have worked out all right. But now she just couldn't tell him! The whole business had gone too far. It wouId help so much to be able to tell someone about it, but there was nobody. If she unburdened herself to Tom at this late stage, confessed everything, she'd still have to tell him about her reaction to the horrible assault on her body. She'd have to tell her husband that she'd enjoyed, to the extent of reaching a thrilling climax, the brutal rape by a liquor-sodden young teenager! Her cheeks burned as she thought of his reaction, of what he would think of her. And whatever terrible things he'd think about her, he'd be justified! That was the worst thing of all. She tried to channel her thoughts into more productive lines, tried to think of what her next step would be. And yet she dreaded looking into the future.
There were so many possibilities - each one worse than the one before. The best thing, she knew, would be to forget about the whole thing, chalk it off as a bad experience, forget it ever happened. But she couldn't. She knew deep in her heart that she couldn't. The act had left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she knew she'd always remember it. But there was more to it than that. She couldn't deny that for the first time in her life, she had been totally and absolutely aroused by sex! That was the plain truth, and she had to face it, sooner or later, no matter what the implications were. No matter what kind of a woman it proved her to be. What if I never see Randy again? That was the question she asked herself over and over. If he never appeared in her life again, then in a way her problems would be solved. There would be no fear of the same thing happening a second time, no chance of Tom finding out. The painfull memory would be just that, obliterated with time. But could she live the rest of her life without experiencing that incredibly arousing feeling of climaxing fully and simultaneously with a man?
Could she?
"I don't know! I don't know!" she sobbed suddenly, burying her face in her hands. It was too much for her. She just couldn't face it alone. If only there were someone she could confide in . ..
She finished her drink and then stood up and turned towards the kitchen, determined to fix herself another one. She didn't care if she was having too many drinks - she needed them in order to get through the long lonely evening ahead, and to shield her from her terrifyingly incriminating thoughts. She felt a little woozy when she stood up and knew that the gin was making her dizzy. But I'll be all right when I have another one, she told herself, moving falteringly towards the kitchen.
"Mrs. Lincoln!"
Jean's head jerked up and her eyes widened in horror and surprise, mingled with disbelief when she saw the figure standing in the screened doorway.
"Randy!" she whispered, trembling from a mixture of dread and gladness.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I brought my brother, Larry, along," the grinning teenager smiled, gesturing to a short, stocky dark-haired boy standing beside him. "Well, we're half brothers really." Jean figured that the boy, Larry, was probably the younger of the two, though it was hard to tell. He was a little shorter, but not by much, and his face was almost as mature as his brother's. It did have a little more youthful look of freshness and innocence about it, but not much, and involuntarily Jean felt a shiver ripple through her. But she forced herself to be calm, because it was obvious that Randy was in a friendly and conciliatory mood and was acting as if nothing happened last Sunday between them.
"Why don't you guys sit in the living room and I'll bring in some Cokes," Jean suggested, suddenly feeling much better. Now at least I won't be alone for the evening, she told herself. She felt almost happy as she brought a few bottles and some potato chips to the living room, and rationalized that what happened last Sunday was on account of Randy's being drunk from the beer. But a little Coke surely won't hurt, she smiled to herself.
The two boys accepted the Coke with alacrity and Jean herself had one, too, instead of another gin and tonic. She felt happier than she had in days, sitting with the two handsome teenagers, sipping Coke and munching chips, and joining in with their conversation. Not that they were talking a lot; in fact, what they said was mostly in the nature of a private joke between them, but Jean didn't feel left out. It was enough that they had called on her and were now in her living room. Gradually, her worries about what had happened last Sunday faded. It was all a terrible mistake, something that wouldn't happen again, and she was right not to tell Tom about it.
She was busy talking to Larry Webb about something or other, and didn't even notice when Randy got up and disappeared into the kitchen. In fact, she was feeling more than a little light-headed from all the gin she'd already consumed. But when Randy came back from the kitchen carrying a six-pack of beer, Jean did notice, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Ummm ... I'd rather you boys didn't have any of that, Randy," she hesitatantly said, trying but not succeeding in forcing some authority into her voice.
"Hey, did you hear that, Larry?" Randy said, opening a can and handing it to his brother.
"What's that?" Larry answered, taking a deep swallow.
"She called us 'boys'!" Randy laughed.
"Yeah, I bet she thinks we're just a couple of kids, eh?"
"Not after what I gave her on Sunday, isn't that right, Mrs. Lincoln?" Randy leered, his voice suddenly ugly.
Jean froze, her mouth going dry. Her heart was beating so loud that she was sure they must hear, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to gather her thoughts, to say something that wouldn't upset them, yet at the same time pass over the incident lightly if she could. But she was having difficulty thinking; her brain didn't seem to function properly; even the two figures still seated on the couch seemed to swim before her.
"Now, Randy, let's forget about that, okay? You know it was all a mistake ..." The words spilled from her in a brittle voice, and they weren't what she intended to say at all.
"Forget about it? No sir, I'm not going to forget that I fucked you, and you're not going to, either!"
"Please, Randy, be a good boy and - " "I'm sick and tired of you calling me a boy!" Randy stormed, coming towards her menacingly. "I thought I proved to you once and for all that I'm no boy!"
"Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination? She doesn't look too friendly to me!" Larry jeered, sneering at his brother.
Randy turned pale, and Jean could see his hands doubling into fists. She was afraid that the two teenagers were going to have a fight and she stifled a gasp of fear as Randy whirled around to face his brother.
"Are you calling me a liar?" he raged furiously.
"No, I'm not," Larry said, his voice less confident, obviously intimidated by Randy. "But you promised me a free show, and it doesn't look to me as if she's going to put out. We're just wasting time, when we could be with Freda. You know she always comes across!"
Jean listened to this exchange, a fiery blush reddening her face. What had Randy been saying? Had he told his brother about how he had made love to her?
"Randy, w-what does your brother mean?" she finally gasped. She just had to know for sure just what Randy said.
"You mean about Freda? She's a real wild cookie we know who always - "
"No, what did he mean by a "free show"?"
"Oh, that!" Randy replied nonchalantly, "Well, I just mentioned that he could hang around while we were fucking! You know, add to the fun!"
"Oh God!" Jean couldn't help gasping. She just couldn't believe it. It was impossible that the brazen sixteen year old had actually planned to have his brother come to watch ... casually assuming that he could make love to her again! It was just too much to take!
"Randy, I think it's time you left, right now!" she said in as cold a voice as possible, desperately trying to keep the tone even, afraid of betraying her underlying fear. If she showed them any vulnerability, they'd take advantage of it. It was better to coldly command them, frighten them with authority.
"Hey, not so fast, honey," Randy drawled, "the night's still young."
"I said, leave or I'll call the police!" she said again, willing them to obey.
"The police! Did you hear that, Randy? She'll call the police!" Larry laughed mirthfully.
"W-what's so funny about that?" the older woman faltered, feeling herself to be rapidly losing ground, as neither of the teenagers made a move to go.
"Picture how it will look to the cops, Mrs. Lincoln," Randy laughed. "You complain about us, but here we are, drinking your beer and eating your potato chips. Anybody can see we've been here quite awhile - why get excited now?"
He was right. It would be incongruous to report that she was being threatened when the evidence pointed to her being very friendly with the youths. She was trapped!
"My husband will be home soon ... he won't like it if he sees you two here!" she said feebly, hoping that her ruse would work.
"Don't' give me that!" Randy snapped, looming closer to her. "You know as well as I do that he won't be home till well after eleven, like every other night of this week!"
"H-how did you know?" Jean said miserably, hope dying inside her. She played desperately for time, hoping to sidetrack the two teenagers.
"Never you mind, honey," the older brother laughed, suddenly reaching for her, and before she had time to move he was kissing her, holding her head back by tugging on her hair, his slippery tongue darting wetly between her teeth and probing lewdly at hers. She tried to struggle, to release herself from his hold, but he was too strong. Tears sprung to her eyes at the helplessness of her position and she wished the ground would open and swallow her. It was more than she could take. What a fool she'd been, being friendly to them! She might have known what they wanted! At last, she felt his arms slacken around her and she jerked her head away.
"How did you like - " Randy began but his leering question was cut off by the resounding slap of Jean's hand against his cheek. For a moment he stood as though turned to stone, staring at her, unable to believe that she had really struck him.
"Wow! A real firebrand!" Larry laughed from his position on the sofa. His brother's mocking taunt, however, galvanized Randy into action, and with pent-up rage, fortified by youthful strength, he grabbed the cowering woman and flung her violently, sending her hurtling half-way across the room, making her sprawl clumsily on the carpeted floor.
Before she could move, he was by her side, his hands tearing at her clothes, his teeth gnashing in fury.
"I'll teach you, you goddamn bitch! I'll show you!" he snarled as he tore the material of her blouse, revealing the fragile pink lace of her brassiere. With one angry tug he yanked the flimsy piece of cloth away, freeing She satin-fleshed mounds of her quivering breasts. Instinctively, Jean wrapped her arms around herself in a protective gesture, but it was futile. Still enraged, Randy continued to pull at her clothes, tearing away her skirt, until she was cringing there, clad only in a pair of brief panties. The crazed youth stood glowering over her, his eyes racing wildly over the erotically voluptuous curves of her silky soft body, excited by the sight of her tremblingly naked flesh, his anger accentuated by his mounting passion.
"Now, baby, what have you got to say for yourself?" he hissed, nudging her slightly with his knee. His casual, disrespectful gesture filled Jean with loathing and kindled the spark of rebellion lurking inside her.
"Keep away from me, you filthy animal," the angered housewife screamed, her eyes flashing, her chin raised in defiance as she leaned up on her elbows. There was a moment's terrible silence.
"You're not going to let her get away with that. are you, Randy? She called you an animal! An animal! You heard her!" Larry said, breaking the heavy silence, his dark eyes sadistic and cruel.
"Goddamn right I'm not!" Randy growled, moving closer to Jean's cowering form. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson she'll never forget!"
Jean cringed from his threatening words, and a cold shiver of fear iced through her. Every spark of hope died inside her. There was nothing to save her now. She had thrown away whatever chance of conciliation she had by her last words.
She was at their mercy now. There was nothing she could do but submit to whatever they had in mind, otherwise there was no telling what they'd do!
She jerked backed involuntarily when she felt Randy's hand on her shoulder and he did not miss her movement of revulsion. His fingers tightened like claws on the soft flesh and he yanked her to the side, sprawling her face downwards on the floor. His hands ran lewdly over her soft naked body, and she tried to stop herself from shuddering under his touch. The huge fangs of fear snapped at her and threatened to devour her completely, and desperately she clung to the last shreds of reason that still remained to her.
"Please, Randy ... let's talk it over," she began piteously, "I didn't mean ..."
"Shut up!" he snarled, breaking in on her sobbing words, "you've had your say!"
"Oh Randy, I'm sorry ..." she continued hoping to make him change his mind by appealing to him.
"I don't want to hear another word from you!" he growled, his hand tangling cruelly in her hair and forcing her face against the rug cutting off her breath. For a moment she struggled, desperately fighting for survival knowing that he had won again. She'd do as he said, because she had no choice! He was stronger than she, and so held the upper hand. She had to submit!
Dimly, she was aware of Randy's hands on her hips, easing down her panties, baring the softly quivering cheeks of her smooth buttocks. "Man, what a tight little ass!" Randy's brother whispered suddenly, and Jean knew that he was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away.
"Yeah, it sure is!" Randy agreed, his hands kneading the softly flaccid flesh, pulling the tanned and ovalled mounds painfully apart revealing the dark crevice nestled invitingly between them. She squirmed under his obscene clawing, his fingers like steel needles in her soft flesh, and she thought she would die from the pain shooting through her from his merciless straining of her unprotected ass-cheeks. "What're you going to do man?" Larry hissed excitedly, his eyes staring out of his head at the sight of the beautiful young wife stretched out naked on the rug in front of him. "Just wait and see!" Randy laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips and levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling voluptuously down, her face burning in shame and embarrassment until Randy once more dug his hand into her hair and brutally forced her head downward, while at the same time maintaining a savage grip on her hips. Again her face made smothering contact with the rug, while her buttocks waved obscenely high in the air behind her. Her hair was tangled and loose around her head, completely obscuring her face, and she was glad, because that way they couldn't see the abject mortification etched plainly on her crimsoned face. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for the overwhelming shame of being slavishly forced into, this lewd crouching position, completely naked, a helpless victim of two sadistic young teenagers. She couldn't believe it was really happening to her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and she had given up trying. God, what a fool I was to have gone along with their little game . . . if only I'd known what they had in mind! But it was too late now. If she tried to scream, Randy would hurt her again, and pleading with him had no effect either. There was nothing she could do but accept what came!
She whimpered pathetically as his hand continued to knead the rounded whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the softly yielding flesh with growing lust.
"Aaaaaahhh ..." she sobbed out suddenly as she felt the lewd wet contact of the older brother's tongue on her nakedly cringing flesh sweeping the length of the vulnerable crevice between the ovalled cushions of her fear-tensed buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength left to resist, yet unable to bear this final humiliation, this perverse oral caress. She moaned again as Randy continued to slaver his thick wet tongue along her sorely stretched anal crack.
His fingers tightened unbearably once more on her futilely resisting ass-cheeks, levering them painfully apart, revealing the darkness of her fear-clenched back channel. The sex-crazed adolescent stared at the puckered little ring, and men, without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed lasciviously at the secret opening, probing and prodding until at last he managed to insert it to the first knuckle in the rubberily resisting orifice.
"Oh God, stop... please stop!" Jean pleaded, her entire body shame-frozen and cowering, waves of revulsion coursing through her at the thought of what she was undergoing - and here in her own living room! Pain flooded through her in rising tides of increasing agony, and she thought that her entire spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration of her anus. Even if her numbed brain could direct her paralyzed body to move, her body couldn't obey, because Randy's free hand continued to dig cruelly into the soft whiteness of her buttocks, immobilizing her.
"Please don't, Randy ..." she sobbed again as she felt the youth's finger worm its way insidiously into her tightly resisting nether passage, stretching the clenched rectal sheath unbearably. Jean's thoughts were a jumble of desperation and despair. Oh God, if only he 'd leave me alone. . . what did I do to deserve this... it isn 't fair. . . Oh God, it just isn 't fair.
"That's it, Randy, ram your finger into her ass!" Larry suddenly shrilled and Jean felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Randy's brother was a cruel and hostile witness to her utter degradation. He was kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Randy inserted his finger deeper into her back there! With a lustful grunt, the lecherous youth squirmed his finger farther into her pain-wracked back passage, burying it to the hilt in her virginal rectum. For a moment, Jean was frozen with excruciating pain, a slavish victim to Randy's complete bestiality. And then with something akin to relief, she was aware of the boy withdrawing his sinewy finger, allowing her sorely stretched anus to revert back to its normal tightness. Hope kindled anew inside the distraught woman. Maybe now he'll let me go. But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as Randy once more cruelly spread the flaccid; cheeks of her apprehensively cowering buttocks until Jean thought she'd go mad from the pain. He was straining her apart beyond belief, and she thought that he'd tear her in two if he kept it up. In the back of her mind, she heard the whir of a zipper, and then Randy called out.
"Hey, Larry, would you look at that!"
Jean couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could see behind her, an then she wished she hadn't. Because she could see the massively swollen length of the boy's erect penis, cupped lewdly in his free hand, the head angry and throbbing obscenely with suppressed lust!
A cold wave of fear engulfed the defenselessly kneeling young wife and her heart turned to stone inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she cringed in fear, her mind refusing to focus on what was happening. It was too terrible even to think about.
She was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the burgeoning head of the sixteen year old boy's penis pressing against the split of her buttocks, felt the straining mounds of soft flesh being forced even farther apart, felt the harsh unyielding nudge of his lust-hardened member against her weakly resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spread her ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the little crinkled ring of her cowering anus with hard abrasive jabs. Suddenly Jean could stand it no longer. She tried to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it was no use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn'd stand it.
"NO, RANDY, PLEASE NOOOO!!" she shrieked wildly, waving her upraised buttocks around desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her imprisoned body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad the lust-maddened teenager on, and with a savage snarl he pushed violently against the tightly unyielding sphincter.
"Hold it, bitch!" he commanded icily, raising welts on the soft smoothness of her trembling buttocks as he held them in place and pushed relentlessly against the tiny opening of her fearful anus. But Jean couldn't still the quivering and shaking in her body, and harsh sobs of near hysteria choked in her throat as she hunched before the sadistic youth, terror eating at her like red-hot flames. With a deep animalistic grunt, Randy lunged forward, determined on his cruel bestial course, oblivious to the youngj wife's overpowering fear.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH..." Jean's dry choking cry rang out as she felt the first stabs of relentless penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her trembling flesh.
"OH GOD NO . . . NOOOOOO ..." She cried out again, feeling the pain shoot out from her loins and envelop her entire body, blanking out everything but the realization that Randy's blood-engorged penis was penetrating her rectum! She tried to sob out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words came. Her mouth worked grotesquely against the rug as she tried to scream. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was a complete captive to his brutal anal rape, slavish victim to his sadistic savagery.
Randy stared down in lustful amazement his angry red shaft, the huge rubbery head which was just barely embedded in the young wife's tightly resisting rectum, and his lips bared in a cruel smile. This was far better than anything else! He'd show her that he meant business, that he wasn't the punk she obviously thought he was. He'd teach her to make fun of him in front of his younger brother. After this, there'd be no doubt about who was boss . ..
"ARRRRGGGHHH!! AAAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRHHGG! ..." Jean groaned again and again, each groan deeper and more heartfelt than the last. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that she was actually hunched over in a lewdly naked position, while Randy's rock hard cock sank deeper and deeper into her sorely abused rectum. The youth was actually raping her anus!
At last, with an almost incoherent grunt, Randy surged forward again with all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsing hardness of his penis to the hilt in his young employer's resistant anal depths.
"'Stop! You're killing me!" Jean sobbed, completely and hopelessly skewered by the teenager's impaling penis, her thighs and buttocks swept aside and lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy hardness of his swollen member.
"Christ, Randy you're fucking her in the ass!" Larry chimed in, as if unable to believe his own
His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes bulging as he took in the lascivious sight, still unable to believe that it was really happening.
The last vestiges of self-respect were swept from Jean at the sound of Larry's obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put into such crude words, was certified as actually taking place. Up until now, a tiny part of her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. But now there was no doubt. Randy was raping her virginal rectum, while his brutal young brother looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside Jean, and she knew that from now on, she wouldn't cry out, she wouldn't object, no matter how bad the pain was. She was utterly dejected and abused, subjugated completely to their powerful masculinity, and there was not a thing she could do about it. She had to accept whatever degradations they heaped on her.
Slowly, Randy began to withdraw his thickly sodomizing member, drawing it out little by little until just the turgid head was still rimmed by her rubbery anal sphincter, and then he surged forward again as her overpowered rectal membrane acquiesced before his thundering rod of flesh, allowing it to plunge forward unimpeded this time. Carefully, he began a slow rhythmic fucking as her inner rectal sheath gradually became accustomed to the unnatural intrusion, and he began to slide in and out of her, burying his hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her violated anus, and then retracting it almost all the way before plummeting forward again. The lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly below against the tenderly revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy.
Jean was beyond all rational feeling. She just hunched there, detached from the depraved ravishment of her anus, resigned to the brutal ass-fucking she was receiving from the teenager, only wishing that it would all be over soon. Nothing mattered anymore. She was degraded and mortified in a way she had never dreamed possible, and she was sure she could never hold her head up again. How could she face anyone, even Tom, after what had happened to her? It wasn't her fault, but yet she knew that her own mishandling of events had led to this terrible outcome. She had tried to deceive her husband over last Sunday's incident, and this is where her deceit had led her. It was too late to turn back now ... she felt herself forever sullied. She was being used in this cruel inhuman way, completely subjugated by the lascivious teenager. She was no better than a whore on the streets, a mere object to be used at the will and whim of a more powerful male. She, as a woman, was the slave, and the man, as he always was, was the master. It was the way things had been since time began, and who was she to fight against it now?
She'd never win, that was for sure. There was nothing for her to do but accept his mastery and yield to his subjugation.
Randy continued to fuck in and out of Jean's painfully abused rectum, exhilarated by his victory over her, exulting in the strange sensation of screwing this lovely married woman in the ass. A woman nearly old enough to be his mother, forced to submit to him! It gave him a wonderful feeling of power and potency and he was proud that his brother was here to see it.
As Jean crouched there in her nakedly servile position, the numbness gradually cleared, relieving her of the gnawing ache of pain and hurt. But then slowly, incredibly, with a mounting feeling of horror, she began to realize that it was being replaced with something far more insidious. At first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth was obvious. She tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, but it was overwhelming her just as it had on Sunday. There was no denying the little wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curf around inside her helplessly aroused little belly. She was beginning to enjoy it!
No! No! No! her brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the perverse ass-fucking! Desperately, she tried to fight the surges of wildly mounting pleasure spasming through her, tried to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her pelvis, tried to still the deeply rhythmic churning that was beginning in her loins, but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she was becoming aroused by the cruel anal rape of this young boy who was no more than her sometime gardener. "Oooooohhh," she moaned suddenly between clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her tensing buttocks began screwing back on Randy's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscles contracted eagerly around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the pleasure he was feeling a thousandfold.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to the incredible thrills of excitement cavorting through her. She was beyond caring now. All that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing over her, all that was of importance was answering Randy's deeply arousing thrusts with responsive spasms of her own.
"Jeez, she's beginning to like being screwing in the ass!" Larry shrilled excitedly, unable to believe that the older woman was responding to his older brother's unnatural fucking. Randy was beside himself with victory! This was the ultimate; something even he had never even thought about. She was actually enjoying being taken in the rectum!. He just couldn't believe it! But it was obvious. Jean was mewling continuously now, swinging her softly flaring buttocks backward to receive his deep hard thrusts and then clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of his withdrawal.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as her naked body was consumed with flames of fiery pleasure, lost in a world of mounting passion. She didn't care about her abandoned behavior, didn't care that she was actually enjoying such an obscene perverted act. The important thing was that she was totally and helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief by being fucked, yes, fucked in the anus by a teenager, while his younger brother looked on. She enjoyed the idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to enjoy her degradation. A wildly masochistic joy whipped her into greater frenzy and made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her succulently rounded breasts dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave of satin. She was being lifted higher and higher, tossed around by stronger and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly wait! This was a pleasure unlike any other, more intense, more enjoyable because of the fact that she was utterly subjugated, a hopeless and slavish victim.
"Ahhhhh...Oh God, Randy, I'm almost there!" she sobbed harshly, desperately striving to reach the Valhalla of her forbidden pleasure. And then, suddenly, a deep and strangled moan escaped from her throat, and her body was heaving with a thousand different spasms of passionate arousal.
Her body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, her pelvis thrusting back in a rhythmic clenching and unclenching around Randy's feverishly driving cock. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost limits of physical pleasure, Overpowered by the sensations coursing through her as she gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her slavish position, accepting the mastery this adolescent was forcing on her, giving over her freedom in exchange for this delirious pleasure.
Randy couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Mrs. Lincoln's frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was heightened by his obvious total victory over the writhing older woman and his ego was puffed up out of all proportion by her submission.
"AAAAARRGGGGGGHHH ... I'm THERE ...!!" he groaned suddenly as his body tightened like a bowstring and then began to pound feverishly against Jean's wilting body, shooting the full force of his white-hot cum far up into her wide-stretched rectal depths, pouring it into every crease and crevice of her widely flared back passage, filling her welcoming belly with his seething male sperm. It seemed never ending, his jet of foaming semen, as he pumped frantically in between her buttocks and his erupting pleasure was increased by the knowledge that his own kid brother was staring with lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and wracked with admiration for him.
At last, he felt his still quivering penis begin to deflate inside her forever-stretched rectal sheath and then finally it began to slip back out of her wetly drenched nether passage. Jean herself was gasping on the floor, her body heaving, her eyes smoky with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in an attitude of abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton hedonistic delight, her entire consciousness surrendered irrevocably to the pleasures of her body.
But the exhausted young housewife was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze by a strange nudging at her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and for a moment, couldn't focus on anything. Little by little, what had happened came back to her, and she recalled how she had climaxed so ecstatically from Randy's anal fucking. Even yet, a tingle still remained somewhere deep in her loins, and she stretched luxuriantly, still unwilling to come back to stark reality. But there was that unfamiliar nudging again.
"Baby, open your eyes ..." Jean turned in the direction of the voice and then drew in her breath sharply at what she saw. It was a huge and lust-hardened penis, only inches away from her mouth, the rubbery hard head hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft quivering with palpitating passion! For a moment, Jean stared at it as if mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly traveled upwards and saw Randy's brother staring down at her, his eyes dilated with lacivious desire, the tip of his tongue running wetly over his dry lips. Jean's startled gaze turned to the thickly throbbing member in front of her, drawn as though by magic to the boy's lust-bloated cock. It was like an entity in itself with a life as real as hers, tremblingly alive and possessed of a lewd passion of its own. "I want you to suck it, Mrs. Lincoln ... I want you to suck my prick ..." The dry rasped words etched themselves into Jean's brain, instilling themselves on her consciousness. To suck his cock! She had always thought of such an act as disgusting, somehow perverted ... she had certainly foiled any attempts of Tom's to get her to do it. But was it? She was reviewing things in a different light now. After all, she had just experienced something which she had always thought normal people didn't do, and yet she had not only succumbed, she had actually enjoyed it to the extent of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and wrong had dissolved tha moment when she had recognized the beginning of pleasure in her confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new values? The seconds ticked by, Jean's brain grappling with her jumbled thoughts, when suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Larry Webb had forced his thickly blood-inflated member between her lips and was forcing it far back in her throat!
"Oh God ..." he moaned as her lips closed automatically around his pulsating hardness, and her wet tongue came into searing contact with his palpitating male flesh. For a moment, Jean was stunned, taken completely off guard. Larry's sudden movement, and then she discovered that it felt good! It actually felt good having a penis in her mouth .. . surprisingly good! Tentatively, she moved her ovalled lips up and down the rigid blood-filled length of it, Her tongue dabbing cautiously at the burgeoning head. The softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the lust-engorged firmness of his young cock-shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort through her. She was actually sucking a man's cock. . . and it felt good!
Her full ovalled lips curved in even tighter around the pulsing circumference and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking at the spongy hard surface with a hunger she hadn't thought she was capable of. Deftly, she flicked at the tiny glans opening in the tip, titillating the thickly webbed underside with a new found expertise, feeling the pulsing of the boy's blood as it coursed through the pounding tube.
"Mmmmmmmm ... Oh Christ, your mouth feels good on my cock," Larry gasped between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her face farther down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Jean grasped the thick stubby base in her hand, holding the palpitating member in place while she ran her long wet tongue up and down the vibrant length of it dipping into the darkly tangled mass of pubic hair and coating them with her warm saliva. Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite pleasure from the desire-tortured youth, and then she dropped stilI lower to wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with the saliva of her desire. Jean quickly warmed to her task, revelling in this new pleasure, wondering why she had denied it to herself for so long. But she knew that she was a changed woman now, had done things today and consequently accepted them in her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned under any circumstances a mere week ago, and her brain! thrilled at the various possibilities open to her. She was completely engrossed in licking and sucking and slavering at Larry Webb's swollen cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of her own thighs being pried apart, revealing the lewd pink plane of her trembling cunt. A stab of panic contorted her face as- she realized what was happening, and astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around Larry's burgeoning penis. Randy! I forgot all about him! But what is he doing? Apprehensively, she held her breath as she felt his palms clamped against the quiveringly soft flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being forced far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her throbbing vagina was fully exposed, gleaming with moisture and wetly pulsing in fearful waiting. She jerked back automatically as she became aware of Randy's probing fingers trailing along the swollen outer lips, tugging playfully at the thinly curling wisps of blonde pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against the delicately fluted inner flesh. In fearful dismay, she felt his fingers pulling at her hair-lined pussy lips,, easing them apart, revealing the hot moist pinkness of her open vagina. And then . ..
She groaned in mingled desire and fear, her voice muffled around Larry's still growing rod of lesh, and her legs stretched out rigidly as his brother lowered his face and swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink furrow of her cunt. Oh God, oh God, Jean moaned in anguish, he's kissing me there.. . he's kissing my vagina! A wave of revulsion shuddered through her and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs shut, to dislodge the wetly pulsing depravity of Randy's maddening tongue as it flicked snake-like along the damply trembling slit, dipping and burrowing into the squirming cuntal flesh, tickling the velvety folds with excruciating agility. She-couldn't move, couldn't shake him away. Larry's hands were tangled in her hair as he forced her mouth tighter against his aching loins. And behind her, Randy continued to plunge his tongue into the warmly silky flesh of I her pussy, exploring the tender fragile folds and coming into electrifying contact with the turgid bud of her clitoris. Jean drew in her breath I sharply as he grasped the sensitive tiny button I between his teeth and began to tease the I nerve-filled tip with his tongue, making her I moan and sigh around his younger brother's bursting member. Randy's oral caressing of her mro'bbih'glittle "Clitoris was more than the young executive's wife could bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her, lighting her whole body with flames of arousal and a desperately convulsive shudder spasmed down her spine. It was revolting, what he was doing, but she didn't care, because it felt good! It felt good having her vagina licked and sucked, while she herself slavered over an obscenely lust-bloated penis.
"Hey, Mrs. Lincoln . .. what d'ya think of that?" Larry gasped in explosive pants, "Randy's licking your cunt.. . while you suck my cock!"
The lewd words thrilled Jean in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision of how she must look darted into her brain - sprawled luridly naked on the floor, her thighs spread lasciviously wide to allow Randy to grovel in her heated cunt, while she was casually sucking and slavering over his younger brother's penis. There was no doubt about it - the thought of her debased position thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed being used like this by the two youths, enjoyed having one boy lick and kiss her between her legs while she took another teenager's member in her mouth. It was lewdly exciting - more exciting than anything she had known before. I've certainly come a long way today, she sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more to the delicious tremors of pleasures racing all over her sleekly naked body. Larry's massive cock seemed to expand inside her buttery mouth, filling her to the bursting point, and she could feel the vibrant throbbing of it reverberating through her wildly sucking lips. The teenager was moaning and writhing with pleasure, his hands like steel grips in her hair, and her jaw was beginning to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly pulsing penis. Her free hand pumped insanely on his squirming scrotum, making him shiver from her lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building up in the dark cavern of his aching' balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his strident groans punctured the living room, and Jean realized that he was cumming.
He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Jean's perspiration-drenched face, burying his jerking cock deep in the back of her throat, the heavy churning load of his sperm-inflated testicles bouncing lewdly against her chin, while Randy continued to suck and slaver at her twitching cunt below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as Randy's slippery tongue rammed forcefully into the contracting opening of her desire-maddened cunt, sliding easily between the clinging inner walls and driving her crazy with lust. But she could only groan out her bliss because Larry was emptying the first scalding streams of his foaming cum deep into her vacuuming mouth. He was climaxing in her mouth while Randy still licked her vagina! The warm wetness flooded her completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped eagerly, anxious not to spill a single precious drop, her lips fastened like a tight elastic band around the madly pumping girth of his penis. His seething young sperm seemed never-ending as Jean continued to take it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she strived to keep up with his copious offering. At last it was over, and, disappointed, she felt his exhausted member go limp inside her greedily retentive mouth. She was forced to let the inert organ slip from between her wetly gleaming lips as Larry fell over on his back, his loud heavy pants filling the air, his limp penis glistening lewdly against his thigh.
But Jean had hardly a moment to miss the wonderfull filling flesh in her mouth, because Randy was slavering diligently between her openly spread legs from behind, his tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly aroused pussy flesh. His face was completely hidden from view, and Jean's thighs, of their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping him there in the steamy crevice of her wildly twitching cunt. With a lust born of youth, he continued to stab his agile tongue into the young blonde's darkly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and burrow in the scented softness of her hidden folds, her wetly squirming vagina rimming his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath and clasping greedily around his pleasure-giving tongue.
"Oooooh Randy ... it feels so good ..." she gasped, transported into incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning vagina had never known such unbelievable excitation .. . She was aroused in a completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. She had participated in a far-out three-way sex act, and she had sucked Larry dry - now it was her turn.
Suddenly, the time had come, and her head flew back and her spasming thighs closed viciously around Randy's face as she ground her madly writhing cunt back against his smoothly slapping tongue, the petal-shaped edges of her dilating cunt contracting frantically around his wetly lapping organ.
"OOOOOHHHH ..." she cried out as the first almost unbearable waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her, making her lever her squirming buttocks up off the ground in a shuddering agony of arousal.
She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis jerking wildly against the teenager's expertly laboring tongue, her moans echoing in the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her matted blonde hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and her usually beautiful features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her moistly sheening breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through her nakedly kneeling flesh, leaving her breathless and exhausted, unable to move, until still another wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam at sea. A shower of her excitedly secreting feminine juices floated in a fine mist, drenching Randy's straining face as he continued to slaver at her openly throbbing vagina, without let-up, urging her on to more and more incredible pleasure.
Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensation subsided, leaving Jean quivering and panting, her thighs finally releasing Randy's cum-smeared face and remaining obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still twitching cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young wife as she lay there on her living room rug, flanked by the two young teenagers who had initiated her into such an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she knew she didn't want to leave, ever again.
Chapter Five
Tom Lincoln opened his eyes slowly, realized with a sigh of relief that his wife had already gotten out of bed, and then got up to make his way sleepily to the bathroom. He paused momentarily in front of the bathroom mirror to scratch his face awake and give way to a monumentous yawn. Turning on the hot water, he reached for the shaving cream and started to lather his face.
He wondered, idly, whether Jean wasn't beginning to be suspicious of him. He hadn't made love to his wife for at least two weeks though he had tried once. She had begged off with the excuse that she was tired, and that suited him just fine. He spent at least three nights a week with Ingrid, and what with her insatiable appetite it was all he could do to drag himself home after their marathon orgies. If Jean" wasn't going to bring up the matter of his neglecting her in bed, he sure as hell wasn't. Let sleeping wives lie, he chuckled to himself.
Tom had started to take his affair with his gorgeous secretary for granted; that is, he no longer felt guilty about it. Only once or twice as he'd sat at home on the evenings that he had been at home, reading the paper or whatever, had he gazed across at his wife and remembered her as she used to be when they'd first married: alive, vital, sensuous. And then he would feel a twinge of remorse that he was being forced to satisfy his libido away from home. But these feelings he always quickly put away from himself with the rationalization that if Jean wanted to do something about that, she could with little trouble.
Tom quickly finished shaving, dressed, and made his way into the kitchen where Jean had fixed breakfast. He said good morning but didn't look at her beyond a quick glance - he didn't want to see her expression when she saw that he was again dressed for work, as he had been two Saturdays in a row. He'd tried to convince Ingrid that he would have to stay home today or Jean might begin to get suspicious. But Ingrid had very persuasively convinced him that he would rather spend the day with her at the beach than at home, and in a moment of weakness he had promised. Well, maybe Jean wouldn't mind.
"You're going to the office today?" Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact.
"Uh, yeah honey, I'm afraid I've got to. This Genco deal is just about to come off, and I've got to be the one that does it. I know it's Saturday and all, and I'm sorry, but..."
"Oh, that's all right, dear," his wife said hurriedly, interrupting him. "I suppose that's the price I have to pay for having a successful husband." And she leaned over and gave his forearm a quick pat. She noticed he looked at her in a puzzled way, as though he'd been expecting her to protest as she usually did. And she would have, too, she thought to herself, if she hadn't had something to do herself today, something extra special! Again she smiled at him as he began to busy himself with his ham and eggs, and then she began to calmly eat her own breakfast.
Calm, at least, on the outside. Inside, Mrs. Jean Lincoln was a bundle of nervous excitement. She couldn't wait for her husband to leave the house so that she could telephone Randy. She'd already planned with him that if Tom was going to work this Saturday, the two of them would go off and find a nice secluded spot by themselves to spend the day. It was getting too risky for Randy to be coming over to the house all the time, the neighbors might get suspicious; and besides, Tom might suddenly decide to come home before he usually did. She'd doubted that everything would work out for her, but it had, and she was hard-pressed to hide her almost delirious happiness.
"You're sure you don't mind my working today," she suddenly heard her husband asking her, and she guiltily raised her head and quickly shook it.
"No, dear, of course not. I've got a million and one things to do, errands you know. I'll be running all day. Don't worry, maybe we can have tomorrow together."
"Yeah, good. Let's make that a date, why don't we? We can go on a picnic or something."
"Wonderful, darling. Whatever you want."
For a moment Tom sat staring at her as she continued eating with bowed head, and then he chided himself inwardly: You great big dope! You worry because she might find you out, and then you worry because she obviously doesn't suspect a thing. Folding his napkin at his place, he got up and leaned across the table to plant a brief peck on his wife's cheek.
"I guess I might as well get going," he said.
"What time will you be home, dear?"
"Why?"
"Oh, no reason. I just wanted to try to be home when you got here . .. from my errands, you know."
"Yeah .... well, late this afternoon I guess. I've got so much work on this account.. . "
"Well, if I'm not here, don't worry. I'll still be running all over Los Angeles." Jean felt herself beginning to flush slightly, and quickly turned away toward the sink.
"O.K." He walked to the door and paused, then turned. "Bye honey," he said simply.
"Good-bye, dear," and she flashed him a smile which betrayed nothing of her infidelity.
Ten minutes after he'd left she couldn't wait any longer and rushed to the phone to call Randy. After a moment's hesitation on the other end of the line, she got him, and quickly arranged a meeting place near the housing project where he lived. She told him to come alone, she wanted to spend the afternoon with him alone, and she made her voice sound very sexy, which sent a shiver of excitement running up her spine.
Less than an hour later she and her young gardener were cruising down a busy throughfare of suburban L.A., Jean steering her car expertly through the traffic-jammed street, and pulling deeply on the cigarette Randy had just lit for her. They talked of trivialities, but Jean knew that both their minds were centered on what lay ahead of them that afternoon. Jean was feeling buoyant, and knew that she was looking good. The last couple of weeks had brought about a remarkable change in her, she knew, and not just in her outlook and behavior, but in her appearance as well. Being fully liberated sexually really suited her, and she had never felt better in her life. Things were at last going her way, and she sometimes wondered how she had been able to bear things before she had met Randy. She spent a lot of time trying to analyze just what it was about Randy and his friends that really turned her on, in a way that her husband never did. She could never figure it out to her satisfaction, but it was enough that they did. And they proved it too, and often! Randy made a habit of dropping by two or three afternoons a week after classes and bringing his friends with him, and he sometimes stopped by in the evening if Jean was sure that her husband would be working overtime. Tom seemed to be doing so much of it lately, and in a way, she wasn't sorry. It gave her that much more time for her young lovers. She just couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed to her that her sexual appetite just grew and grew. Her whole outlook was different now, too, and she was willing to try anything that would bring her sensual pleasure. This merry-go-round of sexual encounters with her young teenage friends left her little time to worry about her marriage, and she had to admit to herself that things had gone from bad to worse. She and Tom were like two strangers, living together in the same house but not really seeing each other. Tom had not touched her since that Saturday morning, which seemed so long ago now, and in truth, he seemed preoccupied and harrassed. Jean was inclined to attribute it to his promotion and the extra work it entailed, but she would have liked to have straightened out their problems. As things stood, though, she just didn't have the time.
"Well, where arq we going, Mrs. Lincoln?" Randy asked. Sometimes he called her Mrs. Lincoln and sometimes he called her Jean - it seemed to depend on whichever came out first. With deliberate familiarity, he reached over and lay his hand suggestively on her exposed thigh. Jean sighed from the electric contact of his hand.
"Ummm ... I thought we might head out to the ocean, Randy," she replied. "I know a wonderful little spot that's nice and private, only a few people know about it. It's on up the coast a little way."
"How did you find out about it?" Randy asked, hardly able to take his eyes off this luscious older woman who had fallen victim to his overpowering maleness.
"Tom .. . my husband and I sometimes go out there for picnics. That was the place we were going to go that Saturday before ..."
"Before we got together." Randy finished for her, grinning lewdly.
"Yes .. . yes, that Saturday," Jean smiled in obvious embarrassment.
The drive up the coast didn't seem to take much time as the two of them chatted about mundane things, mostly about Randy and his high school exploits on the foothill team, the dance floor, and with girls. This last subject made Jean somewhat uncomfortable, but she was happy that her young lover was so popular with his schoolmates. Soon, she had turned the car off the coast road, and had begun to make her way back through some trees toward the beach. She hadn't gone very far when Randy stopped her.
"Hey, hold on a minute. Isn't that your husband's car?"
Jean looked to where he was pointing and, sure enough, there was a Ford Mustang that looked exactly like Tom's. She couldn't remember Tom's license number, but it looked familiar.
"I ... I don't know, it... it certainly looks Hke it. But that's impossible, Tom's at the office today."
"Park over there behind those trees," Randy told her, "and let's go take a look. He can't be in both places at once."
Jean obeyed and guided the car to where he'd pointed, cutting the engine and then grabbing Randy's arm as he started to get out of the car.
"I don't think it's him, but if it is .. . we've got to be careful. He mustn't see us."
"All right, all right. Come on."
Like two commandos on patrol, they eased out of the car and made their way silently across the clearing to the Mustang. Jean came around to the driver's side, looked in, and shook her head in confusion.
"It's Tom's, all right. I recognize it by that little monkey he had on the mirror." She looked across the car to where Randy was staring inside. "I think we'd better leave, Randy, before he sees us." Her voice was fearful now, trembling.
"Wait a minute, what's that on the front seat?" Randy leaned in and grabbed something off the seat, holding it up to examine it. "It's a scarf... a woman's scarf. Is it yours?" he asked.
"No," she answered with a puzzled expression. "I wonder what..." And then she saw Randy's face brighten up with understanding, as he turned to her with a lewdly amused grin on his face. "Come on, Randy, we'd better go," Jean whispered urgently, wanting only to escape detection.
"Aren't you interested in finding out who this scarf belongs to, and why your husband isn't at his office like he said?" Randy asked, still smiling. He threw the scarf back on the front seat, and then something on the back seat caught his eye. He straightened up out of the car. "And why he had to wear a coat and tie this morning, when he was coming to the beach and would just leave it in the back seat?"
"No, Randy, I don't need to know ... I don't want to know ... I only want to get out of here."
"Well, I sure would like to know," the young teenager said with excitement, and he came quickly around the car to where Jean was standing and grabbed her by the hand. "Come on."
Reluctantly, Jean allowed herself to be led off. She didn't want to go, didn't want to have any proof of what she was not even letting herself begin to suspect. But still, something forced her to go with her husky young lover through the grove of trees and down the sandy road to the beach. Jean knew that this beach was always deserted, and so that made Tom's trip there doubly mysterious. As they came out on the beach Jean thought she might be mistaken, because there was not a soul in sight. "Let's go on down over there," Randy insisted, pointing down the beach to a group of derelict and abandoned beach houses, simple lean-to cabin affairs, which had been abandoned when this private beach had been made public. Resolutely, Jean made up her mind to get to the bottom of the mystery, and started off toward the shacks in front of Randy, gesturing to him to follow. Quietly, the two of them sneaked up on the run-down cabins; Jean's heart was thumping in apprehension as she peered in the dusty window of the first one. It was obvious that it hadn't been disturbed. A quick look into the remaining chalets in the group revealed them all to be empty, and Jean was just about to give up her search, when Randy pointed to another one that stood away from the others. Shrugging her shoulders, Jean decided to give it a try, and ambled over to the small wooden building.
Muffled sounds became audible as they approached, and Jean's mouth suddenly went dry. A quaking feeling shook through her body as she neared the beach house, half afraid of what she would see, but determined to follow her decision through. There was a large window in front, and she and her young lover tiptoed towards it. Jean was just about to peer into the dimly lit room, when a loud moan rang out, turning her face white, and widening her eyes in horror and disgust.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh ... uuuggghhh ..." The voice was obviously impassioned and aroused, and Jean, not able to wait a minute longer, looked directly into the beach house. For a moment, she could see nothing, and then she caught sight of the two figures sprawled on the floor. She caught a flash of blonde hair, a gleam of naked skin, and then, her eyes focusing and adjusting to the dim light, she could see without a doubt that the naked figures in the room were her own husband and a beautiful blonde girl, and they were positioned in a lewdly disgusting attitude of making love! The blonde was on all fours, her naked thighs obscenely spread to allow her own husband to enter from behind, dog-fashioned!!
Jean was dumbfounded, unable to move, her eyes drawn inescapably to the unbelievable sight of her husband making love to another woman. Randy, who had just caught sight of the lewd scene, gave a low whistle.
"Look at Tom fucking that crazy blonde..." he said needlessly, obviously enjoying the obscene sight. Jean just couldn't believe it. The past few weeks had brought a cataclysmic change in her, altering her entire existence to the point where she was enjoying the attentions of several young lovers, but she had never given a thought to her businessman-husband and what he was doing. If she had ever thought about it, she never would have guessed that he was having an affair with another woman. It was the last thing she would have thought of. He just wasn't the type. But then neither was I, a little voice chimed in the back of her brain. But she was quickly able to disregard that, her feelings being completely caught up in her shocking discovery. She couldn't deny that she felt betrayed inside. Nothing had prepared her for this shattering find.
She had always regarded her marriage as something definitely stable, insoluble. Now it seemed as tentative and fragile as any other agreement, and for the first time in her life, she felt that her stability was threatened. She continued to peer in the window, fighting the desire to run in there and confront Tom. But she knew she wouldn't do that, she couldn't... how could she dash in there and confront him with his infidelity, when she herself was accompanied by her own lover?
Tears swelled in her eyes, and the two nakedly entwined figures inside swam before her gaze, the lewd entanglement of their aroused bodies obscenely accentuated by her dimmed vision. But painfully for her, her eyes began to focus again, and she could see clearly the entire throbbing length of her unfaithful husband's fully erect penis as it eased between the silky smooth mounds of the blonde's curved buttocks, and disappeared up into the softly pulsing pink flesh of her blonde-fringed vagina.
"Oooooohhhhhh Tom, your cock feels so good inside me ... so big and hard ..."
Jean flinched at the girl's obscene words, but yet she couldn't keep her eyes off the obliviously fucking pair. She had never seen Tom's member so thick and distended, and there was a look of pure lust coupled with pleasure that she herself had never been able to give him. The blonde girl pushed her buttocks backward, flaring her softly yielding ass-cheeks and spreading her slender thighs wide to allow Tom's nakedly driving cock greater access to her hungry little belly. Her voluptuously firm breasts dangled down beneath her, the nipples rosy and turgid, and Jean could just catch a glimpse of golden pubic wisps curling above her shapely thighs. Tom's hands were curved around her slender hips, holding her in place, while his lust-hardened cock plowed wetly up into her moistly pulsing vaginal depths. The girl was mewling excitedly, bucking her pelvis back with a fury, receiving Jean's husband's rhythmic thrusts with welcoming hunger.
"Wow! She's really hot for it!" Randy breathed beside her, and his excited whisper made Jean angry. She hated to admit to herself that she was jealous of the unknown girl, but she was. She had always assumed that Tom would remain at her beck and call, enraptured by her, just as her young lovers were. But it was apparent that he had found a new interest!
Jean barely noticed when Randy began to run his hands down the smooth expanse of her own hips, caressing the soft moons of her buttocks and then trailing upward to cup the palpitating mounds of her breasts. All her thoughts were centered on what was happening inside the beach house and she was oblivious to her lover's caresses. It was obvious that the sight of her husband fucking another woman was exciting him and arousing him to the point of openly stroking and fondling her, but she didn't care. She was still in shock from her discovery and the lurid scene she was witnessing tilled her only with horror and revulsion.
"That's it, Ingrid honey," she heard her husband pant, "Keep fucking back ..." Ingrid! Ingrid Nielsson! His secretary! Suddenly, everything fell into place for Jean. The real rupture in their marriage, Jean now remembered, had come when Tom got that promotion complete with his own secretary. She accounted for all the so-called overtime, and not his new position. What a fool I've been! Her eyes involuntarily, returned to the spectacle of her husband's lust-hardened penis sawing lewdly in and out of the clasping vagina of the girl who Jean now knew to be his secretary. Their bodies slapped viciously together, the tempo of their salaciously passionate copulation.
"Oh Jean baby, come on, let's go ... " Randy murmured heatedly, his fingers tightening on her heaving breasts. But the shocked young wife couldn't move. The sight of her husband making love to his secretary held her spellbound, and she was oblivious to everything else.
"Christ, Ingrid, nobody fucks the way you do ... !" she heard her husband groan, and a cold shudder ran through her. He didn't care about her anymore - he only cared about that Swedish tramp! She had never been able to excite him the way Ingrid was doing now. He had never said anything like that to her, had never fucked her in that wildly abandoned way.
Gnawing despair churned around violently inside the tortured wife, making her tremble from a mixture of unknown feelings. Suddenly she knew that she didn't want to watch anymore.
She didn't want to stay and watch her husband making passionate love to his secretary ... it was unbearable because it was obvious that the blonde girl excited her husband more than she, his own wife, did!
"Come on, Jean baby, I've got a fuck you now," Randy insisted, his grip tightening on her arm. But Jean hardly heard what he was saying. Her brain was numbed and frozen from watching the lewd scene transpiring inside the beach house, and robot-like she responded to Randy's insistent pressure to leave, and allowed herself to be led away meekly by her lustfully aroused young lover.
Randy pulled Jean down beside him on the small patch of sandy ground, sheltered from the sun by the shade of the beach house. The horror-stricken young wife made no protest. Her brain was reeling with the enormity of what she had just seen and her body was like an automaton without direction. A small part of her brain kept drumming at her consciousness:
Your husband is unfaithful to you, fust as you are to him! But her own brain, already accustomed to the fact that she herself was enjoying affairs with several young teenagers, was unable to believe that her husband was similarly involved. She was barely aware of Randy tugging at her blouse, sliding it off her smoothly sloping shoulders, of his fingers fumbling eagerly with the clasp of her half-cup brassiere. Her semi-turgid nipples shivered and contracted under the cool rush of air that assaulted them as the fumbling teenager removed the flimsy garment, and Jean demurely allowed him to unzip her skirt and roll it down over her lushly curved hips, and then slip off her white nylon panties. She was hardly aware that she was lying as last stark naked on the shaded sand, and she didn't care.
Randy stared in growing excitement at the full golden length of this older woman's naked body, half-stretched out in the shadow of the beach house, and a shiver of passionate arousal rippled along his spine. The sight of Mrs. Lincoln's husband really fucking hard into that platinum blonde gave him a luridly forbidden thrill of pleasure and had started the erection which was never far away when he was with this over-sexed housewife. He knew that she was a bit shocked at discovering her husband with another woman - and what a sexy broad, too - but what the hell did she expect anyway, the way she was going on? Randy never ceased to be amazed at her apparent insatiability. She just never seemed to get enough of his cock, and was always clamoring for him to bring around more of his friends. He was getting a bit tired of that angle, he had to admit to himself. It was fun at first, boasting to his buddies and hearing their incredulous exclamations when his brother Larry confirmed what he was saying, and then listening to their profound thanks when he finally relented and allowed specially chosen ones to accompany him to Mrs. Lincoln's house. But now things had reached a stage where he would have definitely preferred it if Jean was happy with him alone; unfortunately, she wasn't. Ever since that day when she had sucked Larry off while he himself was licking her cunt, she was wildly excited by three-way sex, and could never get enough of it. But now, he wasn't worried about all that. He had her to himself for the afternoon. It was her idea to go out - he would just as soon have got right to it in the bedroom of her home - but his lovely sandy-haired mistress liked to prolong the moment when they would finally undress; it added spice to it, she always said, although he couldn't see how. And now, things seemed to be put out of whack by their discovery of her husband with that other chick. He wished now that he had kept his mouth shut when he had spotted her husband's car. Well, maybe things would work out anyway, he thought, as he quickly undressed. Certainly if they hadn't discovered Tom making love to the blonde, Jean would never have allowed him to undress her like this, and would never be stretching out naked on the hot sand. She was a bit prudish about where they made love, usually preferring to do it in bed. He himself didn't give a damn about the location - in fact, he liked a little variety.
Eagerly, he reached up and squeezed the erotically swollen mounds of her half-tanned breasts, running his fingers over the hard little nipples, and then he planted his mouth down hotly on her warmly quivering skin, trailing moist little kisses all the way down the length of her swan-like neck, finally stopping to enclose first one and then the other of the hard little buttons, teasing them between his teeth, making the older woman cry out in ecstasy despite her shock. He could feel the growing hardness of his large penis, exulting in the freedom of being naked under the open sky. With hungry haste, he ran his hands down her smoothly golden flanks, cupping the enticing flare of her hips with his palms, feeling the silky flesh of her inner thighs tremble under his youthfully urgent caresses. The exciting zone of her tender vagina was a gleamingly shining flaxen wheat in the reflection from the sand. Her velvety thighs were slightly parted and the lustful youth caught a glimpse of moistly glimmering pinkness between the golden strands of tightly curling pussy hair. She looked like an untouchable goddess, golden and unattainable, as beautiful as the other blonde her husband was busy fucking, and Randy could hardly believe his luck that she was actually his mistress. That he was the lover of this beautifully svelte woman!
With a moan of animal pleasure, he buried his face between the warmly heaving peaks of her upraised breasts, inhaling the feminine sweetness of her special scent, and then raising his head upwards, ground his mouth down on hers in an eager passionate kiss, forcing her teeth to part and teasing her tongue into a frantic duel of mounting desire. He could feel her body trembling under his and knew that she was becoming aroused, in spite of her mental preoccupation. It was always the same ... no matter how she was feeling emotionally, her body always responded. That was one of the wonderful things about fucking her . ..
Jean's lips parted in a low mewl as she felt Randy's knee prying her naked thighs apart, as she felt the warmth of the summer air on the sensitively squirming flesh of her open vagina. It really does feel good, he thought hazily, to be stretched out under the open sky, under the hot sun. The hot sand warmed her back and buttocks and its resilience gave her the impression that she was floating on air. Her mind had reached a sort of impasse about her unfaithful husband. The numbness was gone, and now she had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was glad that he was involved with someone else - it gave her more time, and a better, excuse, for being involved with her own teenage lovers; but on the other hand she had to admit that she felt angry, a slow seething fury, that he was actually cheating on her. She knew that it was unreasonable in view of what she herself was doing, but she couldn't help what she felt.
She groaned again as she felt the heavy blood-filled weight of Randy's lust-hardened cock against her secret inner flesh, and instinctively spread her splayed legs even farther apart, willingly presenting the widespread plane of her welcoming cunt to his hovering male shaft. She squirmed back slightly as she felt the rubbery unyielding head nudge against her delicate pussy flesh, and drew in her breath sharply, waiting -for the delicious impact as he thrust forward. Then the realization of what was happening struck her with the force of-a fist. She was naked and lying spread-eagled under the poised hardness of her teenage lover, only feet away from where her husband was making love to his secretary!
A dozen terrifying possibilities presented themselves to her, but were ruthlessly swept aside as Randy surged forward relentlessly, his hands clamped against her hips, holding her in place, driving on until he had succeeded in penetrating her tight little cuntal orifice with his thickly throbbing cock.
"Aaaagghh . .. Ooohhh ..." Jean moaned as he plowed forward, imbedding his desire-inflated cock by degrees in her tightly resisting vaginal sheath.
"Unhhggnnn ..." she gasped as he continued to drive forcefully in between her widely spread legs.
"... aagghhhhh ... hhmmnnll" as he finally imbedded it to the hilt in her rapidly adjusting cuntal passage. For a moment he held it there, flexing it slightly, waiting for her answering interior throb before withdrawing slowly, giving her wetly heated channel a chance to adjust before plunging forward again, forcing her smoothly rounded buttocks up off the ground as he plowed into her, her tapering legs kicking out wildly on each side of his thrusting body.
"Ooooohhh, Randy .. . it's good, it's good, darling ..." she gasped as he continued to drive nakedly between her legs, each deep downward thrust tunneling to the very core of her eliciting moans of wanton pleasure from somewhere in the depths of her throat.
Her firm full breasts were heaving erotically, a slight rivulet of perspiration trickling down the deep valley between them as she gave herself over completely to his hard masculine fucking. Her arms reached up suddenly and pulled him down on her, pressing her turgid nipples against his panting chest, reaching up to trap his lips in a fiery kiss of passion. Her darting tongue flicked greedily into his mouth to make delirious contact with his, and jabbed in and out in a crude rhythmic simulation of his own wildly pistoning cock sawing into her welcoming vagina. She was completely aroused now, all reserve thrown to the winds as she fucked back mindlessly, transported to the zenith of sensual pleasure. Damn Tom, damn him and his blonde slut... I don't care what happens as long as I can have this ... as long as Randy keeps fucking me half to death . .. !!
Tom Lincoln's fingers tightened in the soft-fleshed globes of Ingrid Niellson's cream-white buttocks, kneading the tender mounds convulsively as he continued to drive his lust-bloated hardness between his secretary's slightly parted thighs, burying it completely in the velvety softness of her wet pink cunt. Her swollen vagina fitted like a silk glove around the palpitating shaft of his desire-hardened penis, increasing a thousand fold the eddies of tremulous pleasure which were rippling along his spinal column and erupting in a series of breathless spasms throughout his body. Through lust-dimmed eyes, he could see his mistress crouched in her servile position in the dim beach house, on all fours, and the fact that he was fucking into her from behind, dog-fashioned, added to his adulterous pleasure. Ingrid's body was writhing, and she was thrusting her shapely little buttocks back rhythmically, flaring her softly ovalled ass-cheeks to allow him fuller access to her wildly dilated vaginal sheath. She was mewling incessantly, her long blonde hair falling down like a golden waterfall over her desire-contorted face. Her full ripe breasts dangled obscenely beneath her, as her body undulated to the rhythm of her boss' fucking from behind, and the soft wet inner flesh of her churning cunt clenched and unclenched around the thickly probing length of his hard driving penis. The thinly haired flanges nibbled excitedly at the plunging masculine shaft, titillating it excruciatingly, pulling it deeper and greedily up into the darkness of her helplessly aroused vagina. Tom's heavy sperm-laden balls slapped wetly against her upturned loins as he pounded into her, and his body shook with violent tremors as he approached the apex of his gathering orgasm. His body was coated with sweat, dimming his vision and his brain was an inflamed and seething mass of lewd excitement. A wildly primitive feeling engulfed him, bred by the knowledge that he was fucking his secretary from behind, miles away from anywhere, in the middle of the day, in a deserted beach house. It was fucking for the sheer love of it, for the pure unadulterated pleasure they both got from it. He could feel his naked mistress quivering and shaking, the tremors more pronounced, increasing with the cadence of her rising moans, and then, suddenly, she was there! She was climaxing, her whole body vibrating with overwhelming passion, her cries a wild cacaphony of the derelict building!!
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted helplessly as wave after tidal wave of dazzling pleasure flooded over her, seeping into every curve and crevice of her writhing body, imbuing her with the warmth of total passionate arousal.
The insane jiggling of her tight little buttocks triggered off Tom's own teetering climax, and his hoarse cries mingled with her high-pitched ones as his body jerked and thrashed out the tremendous whirlpool force of his orgasm.
"Aaaagghh ... Oh Christ, Ingrid, I'm cumming too!" His head was spinning from the convulsions of ecstasy spasming through his body, and for a moment he was afraid that he would lose "his balance and fall from the unnatural weaving of the dusty room before his inflamed eyes. But he continued to fuck into Ingrid's gyrating body, shouting out again as the first eruption in the seething cavern of his swollen balls sent the first stream of foaming semen spurting into her wildly swirling cunt. It flowed unceasingly into her darkly clutching passage, filling her helplessly excited belly to the full, seeping unchecked into the hungrily welcoming depths of her secret womb. His fingers were clutching savagely at the tender white flesh of her softly rounded ass-cheeks, raising angry welts on its ivory surface, but Ingrid seemed oblivious to the pain as she continued to jerk her pelvis, insatiable in her desire to engulf more and more of his lewdly ejaculating cock in her spasming pussy.
At last, he had emptied his final spurt into her heatedly steaming depths, and even so, she was unwilling to let the rapidly deflating member slip from her semen-soaked channel. But finally, it slid wetly from her faintly pulsing passage and Tom lay back on the dusty floor, his breath coming in deep hard pants, his eyes closed in pleasure, basking in the warm and heady afterglow of a tremendous climax. Ingrid sure was one hell of a good fuck, he thought as he dozed off easily, completely satiated by his sensual young mistress. I
The next thing he was aware of was Ingrid noisily removing the dust and cobwebs from the back window of the cabin. He could just barely see the faint contours of her naked back, and once again he realized how really sexy she was, how completely provocative her every movement was. He had certainly never known anyone like her, and he would find it hard to give her up, if it ever came to that. He was not sure that he could. She had given him a new lease on life, which might evaporate if she went out of his radius. With her carefree, zany ways, she had instilled a sense of fun and enjoyment of life in him, but he knew he could easily revert back to his old, cut and dried ways. She had taught him that sex could be definitely fun, exciting and never boring, and his lovemaking with her was certainly a far cry from the routine act with his own wife.
"Hey, look honey," Ingrid suddenly called out, "it looks as if we're not the only ones with this idea!" She was peering intently out the window, her body quivering with obvious excitement.
"What do you mean, baby?" Tom queried, only half-interested.
"There's this good-looking blonde being fucked like crazy by a kid!"
"You're kidding!" Tom laughed, only half-believing her.
"No, honestly!" Ingrid replied excitedly. "Come over here and see!! She's stretched out on the sand and the kid, who must be only about sixteen, is really giving it to her!"
Tom, his interest aroused, ambled over to join his mistress at the half-cleaned window. He peered out, seeing first only the naked jumble of golden arms and legs as a blonde boy fucked a blonde woman.
Then his vision cleared and he got a better look, and saw, with bulgingly disbelieving eyes, that the blonde, stretched out naked and flat on her back, her long tanned legs lewdly spread to allow the sixteen year old boy to fuck obscenely between them, was Jean! It was his wife out there, being made love to by a teenage boy!
Chapter Six
Tom Lincoln's whole world came crashing down around his ears in one, brief fateful moment when he discovered that it was his wife who was naked out there on the sand, like a golden Olympian odalisque, her blonde hair strewn like molten gold around her lust-contorted face, while a strange teenager fucked savagely between her openly spread legs. "J-Jean..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracked and broken, his eyes glazed with shock.
"Do you know her?" Ingrid queried suddenly, and then realization dawned on her. Jean! That was his wife's name! Could that possibly be his wife out there? Ingrid looked at her lover, and knew it was. The truth was written plainly in the dejected slump of his shoulders, his mouth slack and hanging open, his eyes dull and staring. He didn't seem to be able to tear his startled and disbelieving gaze away from the lascivious scene of abandoned coupling outside. If she had known who it was, Ingrid would never have drawn her lover's attention to the fornicating couple, but she had no idea that they might be anyone Tom knew.
"Who is that boy?" she asked, unable to help herself, and as soon as the words were out, she knew that she shouldn't have asked.
Tom turned to look at her and Ingrid shrank from the pure hate reflected in his blazing eyes.
"That's the kid that cuts our lawn at home . . . Randy . .. Randy Webb .. . The nerve of that bastard .. . fucking my wife like that... I'm gonna teach that young son of a bitch punk a lesson he'll never forget...!!"
Tom was obviously in the throes of an uncontrollable fury of rage, and paroxysms of anger shuddered through him as he stood there, his doubled fists clenched menacingly, dire threats issuing from his furiously working mouth. Suddenly, he started towards the door, and a stab of panic goaded his frightened mistress into action.
"Wait a minute, Tom, wait!" she said, placing a restraining hand on his arm. "Don't go out there yet!"
"Why the hell not? Should I just stand here and let that bastard screw my wife without raising a finger to stop him?"
"No, but how come they're- here in the first place?"
Tom stared at his naked mistress as the terrible implications of her questions struck home. What was his wife doing here, anyway? "My guess is," Ingrid said deliberately, "that they followed us here!" A cold shudder of apprehension ran down Tom's back.
"Then, if that's the case-" he whispered fearfully.
"They saw us fucking a few minutes ago!" Ingrid finished, her voice ominous.
The thudding of Tom's heart was deafening even to his own ears. Jean must have seen him fucking Ingrid from behind! She must have been standing there watching as he sunk his cock to the hilt in his secretary's soft vaginal depths! She knew about him and his Swedish mistress!
"Oh God, no . .. " he moaned, not knowing what to do. What would Jean say? It was obvious what her reaction was ... the sight of him fucking Ingrid had caused her to allow the youth to do the same to her!
"What'll we do, Ingrid? Jean will know we're having an affair!" Tom said desperately, his brain unable to function.
"So what?" Ingrid replied coldly, "it's obviously not her first time with that kid either!"
Tom felt as if a pitcher of cold water had been thrown over him. Not her first time.. . that's right, he thought angrily, what was she doing with the kid in the first place?
"God, Tom, your wife is really turned on!" The secretary called, beckoning to her lover to join her again at the window. Mechanically, Tom sidled over to the window and peered out again. Ingrid was right! Jean was a flailing and thrashing whipcord of abandoned passion. Even inside the beach house, they could hear her mewling with unsuppressed pleasure. Her ankles were locked lasciviously around the boy's lower back and she was clinging to him for dear life, swaying beneath him, her body buffeting with each deeply driving thrust of his wetly pulsing cock. Tom drew in his breath sharply. He had never seen his wife so aroused before! She looked like a different person entirely. Completely unrecognizable was his normally prudish and half-virginal wife, so calm and collected in her ways, so fastidious in all sexual matters. The unbelievable blonde out there was a moaning and uninhibited mass of sexual arousal, exuding pure animal sex, and she was his wife!
"I never knew your wife was like that!" Ingrid said accusingly, secretly wondering why Tom was interested in her with a firebrand like Jean at home. Neither did I, Tom said to himself bitterly. She never got excited like that with me!
Much as he hated to admit it, it was obvious that the blond teenager had something that he lacked, and the unfaithful husband wondered jealously what it was. Jean certainly seemed to be in another world, moaning, writhing, fucking back with all her might, wantonly thrusting her pelvis upward and trying to spread her moistly gleaming thighs even farther apart. Tom caught a glimpse of the thick red length of the boy's hammering cock as it fucked rhythmically into his wife's softly clinging vaginal flesh, and unbelievably, an illicit shudder of excitement coursed the length of his tingling spine. He couldn't deny that there was something lewdly perverted about watching his own wife being fucked by a sex-crazed teenager, something perversely thrilling about it. He couldn't help feeling jealous of the youth, wishing that he himself was in his place. Yes, that was it! He wanted to be the one who was screwing mercilessly between his wife's legs, he wanted to be the one who was sending her out of her mind with delirious joy!
He was conscious of the growing bulge of his re-awakening cock, of a sympathetic churning in his hips as he watched the teenage boy jerk forward and send his hotly searing shaft plunging to the hilt in Jean's greedily welcoming depths. Tom wanted her slender legs to wrap in the lewd way around his back, wanted to feel the inticing jiggling of her dancing breasts press against his neck! Yes, he was aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked by another man!!
He didn't care any longer that she was unfaithful to him; after all, he himself had just been fucking Ingrid. All he cared about was getting a share of that wildly wanton excitement, of feeling a part of that incredible aura of sexual arousal which exuded from his panting and moaning wife.
Robot-like, he turned to march out of the beach house, his rigid cock standing up heavily like a flag-staff before him.
"Wait, Tom ..." Ingrid called frantically, but her boss paid no attention to her. He strode inexorably out the door and around to where his writhing wife and their teenage gardener were wrapped together in a lewd tangle of wetly perspiring bodies.
The blue sky above Jean seemed to spin ominously before her lust-dimmed eyes, the blazing sun sending blinding flashes of light to dance before her. It was incredible, making love out here in the open. Even the abrasive friction of the sand on her naked ass-cheeks added in a masochistic way to her obscene pleasure. She , had forgotten all about her husband, except a tiny part of her wondered if he was watching her.
Yes, damn you, I hope you 're watching, you cheating bastard. I hope you see Randy fucking me like this fust as I saw you with that slut of a secretary. ..
But even her revengeful thoughts were swept aside as newly tumultuous feelings forewarned the approach of another violent climax. And then ... "Jean ..."
The squirming housewife froze, her blood running cold as new hands scurried along the smoother flesh of her wetly undulating body. It was her husband!
"Tom, wha ..." she began, her throat dry, hardly able to breathe. What did he want? She wasn't worried about him discovering her with
Randy. It was obvious he wasn't angry, but what did he want with her now? His hands trailed down her smooth sleek hips and came to rest under the firmly rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks, kneading and pummeling them with roughly convulsive movements. Then, she drew in her breath sharply as she felt him slowly draw the softly quivering flesh apart, straining them beyond belief. Oh God, what was going to happen?
"Spread that little ass of yours, baby ... I'm going to have a ride too ..."
Jean gasped in numbed horror, hardly able to believe her ears. His voice was cracked and hoarse, and there was a lustful tone in his harsh sentence chilled her to the marrow.
She felt as if she had suddenly been suspended in time, as if all movements had ceased, as if she and her youthful lover had been frozen into statues. But they hadn't. Randy still continued to fuck between her golden tanned legs, seemingly oblivious to Tom, who was naked and crouched on his hands and knees, his eyes staring out of his head as they roamed feverishly over his wife's lovely writhing body. "Roll over, sweetie ..." he rasped hoarsely, and incredibly Jean felt Randy shifting above her, sliding down to one side; and then, unbelievably, she was astride her young lover, her slender thighs straddling his upthrusting pelvis. Oh my God, I'm going crazy, she thought frantically, unable to figure out what was happening. Tom's hands were warm and strong on her tender flesh again, pulling and kneading at the soft golden moons of her untanned buttocks,, straining them apart, his fingers digging hungrily into the flaccid white flesh. Jean bit her lip to keep from crying out from the new unexpected pain, and then gasped suddenly in unrestrained shock as she felt the long wet length of his strong tongue swipe the darkly stretched crevice, sending forbidden chills of morbid pleasure and pain coursing through her. Her head was spinning and she felt as if she had been suddenly thrust headlong into an unknown world, a world where her husband was kneeling by her side, lewdly kissing and caressing her nether crease while another man fucked wantonly up into her cunt from below.
She moaned again as she felt the insistently probing pressure of her husband's strong forefinger against the small and crinkled circle of her hidden rectum, and then, before she had a chance to realize what was happening, he suddenly thrust it to the first knuckle into the futilely resisting orifice.
"Aaarrrgghhh ... Oh God, stop .. . !!" she sobbed helplessly, wriggling her buttocks around in a desperate attempt to dislodge the alien intruder. Relentlessly, Tom burrowed his finger deeper, feeling her hot rectal flesh clinging tightly to his finger as he plunged it to the hilt in his wife's unsuspecting anal depths. With casual ease, he began to rotate it around inside the rubberily clasping passage of her rectum, scouring and widening it, until at last he began to withdraw it, pulling it out finally with a lewd plopping sound. Jean breathed a sigh of relief, as she was freed from the searing pain in her tender back passage, and once again abandoned mewls slipped carelessly from her mouth as her body was free to experience to the full the intense pleasure she was getting from Randy Webb's hard young cock spearing forcefully up between her straddling thighs.
But then blind panic gripped her once more as she became aware of Tom behind her now, his strong hands holding her shoulders down flat on top of Randy, and she realized with instinctive terror that she was sandwiched between the two men, completely trapped between the naked bodies of her husband and her teenage lover!
"Oh Tom, please ..." she began as she felt his hands once more rippling across the rounded curves of her softly writhing young buttocks. Fear tore like steel fingers at the pounding depths of her terror-stricken heart as she felt him poise the thick blood-hardened length of his fully erect penis at the tiny defenseless ring of her trembling anus.
She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she suddenly knew was coming, but...
"Oooooohhhhh ... oh Tom, please stop . . . aaaaarrrggghhhh . . . you're . . . you're splitting-me!" she wailed, pain shooting through her from the cruel penetration of her tiny rectal sphincter by her husband's lust-bloated shaft. Feebly, she tried to struggle, tried to fight back, but in her heart she knew it was futile as her husband continued to surge forward, impaling her inch by excruciating inch on the obscenely throbbing shaft of his driving cock.
"... eeerrrgghhnnn ..." she gasped helplessly, feeling completely filled by the huge rod of blood-engorged male flesh rammed into her futilely resisting rectum, and she lay there between them, panting and stricken with dull disbelief as her husband finally managed to sink his rock-hard member to the hilt in her painfully tortured depths.
The adulterous young wife squirmed pathetically as she felt her vengeful husband's pounding cock moving about tantalizingly inside her, brutally widening her tight rectal sheath and seeming to stretch longer and farther up into her fearfully quivering young belly. At last, he began to withdraw, and Jean couldn't help feeling a moment's relief - but it was short-lived, as without a moment's pause, he rammed forward again, mercilessly sweeping aside her trembling thighs and burying his rangy cock deep in her sorely bruised back passage.
He'll tear me apart if he doesn't stop! Oh God! she worried, and then she recalled with burning clarity the time when Randy had taken her back there, when he had raped her virginal anus with his younger brother looking on. This time, it was Tom, her own husband, who was taking her back there, while Randy himself fucked into her in front. .. and doubtless Ingrid was watching her being taken by two men at once. Miraculously, Jean felt all vestiges of pain disappear from her buffeted body, felt little mists of wispy pleasure begin floating in and out of the secret corners of her flesh, felt herself tingling with growing arousal. She was beginning to enjoy the lewd double fucking she was receiving from her lusting lover and her anger-provoked husband! She was actually beginning to respond to the lascivious three-way fuck!
She could hardly believe it, and yet it was happening! Already her body was beginning to undulate gently in rhythm with the two naked male bodies slapping obscenely against her, thrusting their pile-driving penises deep and hard into the twin passages up between her widesplit thighs. Panting, she shoved her wetly writhing vagina forward to receive the pistoning plunges of Randy's virile young hardness, and then ground her now hungrily clenching buttocks backward to clutch at her husband's punishing cock. Her body was bathed in perspiration, and slipped wetly between the two flailing bodies of her husband, and lover, and her mewls rose higher and mingled lewdly with their hoarse grunts of animal pleasure. Weird thoughts assailed her reeling brain as her lasciviously sandwiched body writhed and tremored with a new and illicit pleasure.
This is really what it's all about, she thought ecstatically, now I'm really free and liberated. .. I've tried everything. . . And she felt suddenly, inexplicably free, as if she had finally wrenched away the chains of the repressed culture which had been invisibly manacling her mind to a Victorian code to which her body no longer ascribed. Yes, she was really liberated now, free to enjoy the sensual satisfaction that her body offered!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . hhhgghhnnnn ..." she sighed as she gave herself over completely to the waves of exhilarating pleasure which washed over her sandy flesh, which tingled tantalizingly through her pulsating body, and which made the blood rush wildly through her veins. Tom had obviously forgiven her, she thought deliriously, and now everything would be all right. She had never known anything like the floods of intense excitement which were coursing through her, not even in her wildest moments with Randy and his friends.
I'll never be the same again, she sobbed happily to herself, this is the turning point. .. there s no going back now .. . and the fact that her husband was part of the overwhelming pleasure, that his fucking her in the ass added immeasurably to her unbelievable arousal, somehow made everything seem all right.
She knew she was nearing her climax, but she wanted to hold back, to wait until the two insanely fucking men were also cumming, so that all three of them could reach the dizzy pinnacle of ultimate pleasure together. And then ...
"Christ, baby, I'm there! I'm cumming! AAARRGGGHHH . .. !" It was Randy, his young body quivering and trembling with the final force of his release, his nakedly driving penis plummeting deep into her wildly clutching vaginal sheath, his breath charged like machine-gun blasts as he at last reached the orgasm his lust-crazed brain was battling for. He jerked spasmodically upward, as paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure washed over his sweating body.
And Tom was climaxing too, his tall muscular body crashing down on her as he skewered his pistoning cock mercilessly into her forever-stretched rectal passage!
"Keep .. . fucking . . . back .. . baby!!!" he gasped, and Jean felt the rush of his scalding male sperm as it shot deep and hard up into her passion-dilated rectum. Her entire body felt poised on the edge of a giant chasm, teetering between this world and the delirious world of never-ending pleasure, and then, helplessly, she fell..."
"Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaahhh!" she sobbed mindlessly, as her body rocketed and tossed violently between the virbating bodies of her husband and lover. Tremors of intense pleasure convulsed her naked flesh as Randy and Tom continued to shoot their seething hot sperm far up into her hungrily welcoming belly, coming together somewhere in her hotly aroused depths.
It was unbelievable, this climaxing from being fucked by two men at the same time, and her wantonly abandoned body reached greedily for the whirls of overwhelming pleasure which were at last floating within grasp. Nothing could ever be the same again, but she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of the incredible new world she was entering, not when she had Tom and Randy to help her, hot when they shielded her body like they were doing now, sandwiching her between them; not when they gave her absolutely mind-blowing pleasure like they were giving her now as they spewed out their white-hot semen to soak her trembling body completely, draining into every crevice of her fully aroused body.
Jean opened her eyes dreamily, and saw the fluffy white clouds rippling across the blue sky. For a moment, she forgot where she was, conscious of nothing but the delicious warmth of the blazing sun, and the incredible blanket of satiation which wrapped her snugly and filled her to overflowing with happiness.
Gradually, the unbelievable events of the last couple of hours came tumbling back to the dozing housewife . .. her discovery of her husband with his secretary... Randy's lust-maddened love-making, followed by Tom joining in, culminating in a wild three-way orgasm . . . yes, she remembered now. She didn't think she'd ever forget her climax precipitated by being fucked by her husband and lover at the same time .. .
As consciousness returned to her, she wondered, with a faint stab of panic, at the suddenly pervading silence. Where was everybody? As if in answer to her question, a low moan made her turn her head sharply to the right.
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . Oh God, Oh God . . , " It sounded like Randy!
Jean's heart started pounding like a drum. What was going on? For a moment, she couldn't see anything, and abruptly, she jerked upright, determined to find out what was happening. And then she gasped audibly, surprise widening her eyes as they came to rest on her teenage lover's spread-eagled body, and the crouching figure of a naked girl who could only be Ingrid, hunched grotesquely between his widespread legs, his huge cock sunk halfway between her ripely ovalled lips! Jean continued to stare, hardly daring to believe what she was watching. A confusion of feeling jumbled her brain. She had just about forgotten all about the blonde, and now here she was, openly sucking her lover's cock! A surge of anger erupted inside Jean, and her eyes narrowed into thinly glazed slits as she continued to watch, fascinated in spite of herself, as the long red length of the boy's hotly throbbing penis disappeared between the smooth pink oval of Ingrid's hungrily clasping lips. Her fingers were buried somewhere in the blonde tufts of hair at the sturdy base and were holding the glistening shaft aloft, guiding it greedily up into the vacuum-like warmth of her hollowed cheeks. Jean could see that the secretary's eyes were half closed, and her face was obviously bathed in a mist of hungry lust. Randy, too, was obviously enjoying Tom's secretary's lascivious attentions, as her hand dipped to fondle the desire-tightened sac of his scrotum, to knead and cup his churning testicles lovingly. Jean drew in her breath sharply as she saw Ingrid release the thick knobby head of the teenager's wetly glistening cock and then run her pink tongue down along the entire rigid length of it, tickling just below the bulbous, blood-filled head, nibbling slightly at the blue-veined underside, disappearing in a snake-like flicker into the tangled mass of his blond pubic hair.
"God, Ingrid," Randy gasped heavily, "your mouth feels so good around my cock ..."
The blonde secretary was completely engrossed in her lewd task, her gleaming hair framing her face, contorted from the effort of sucking and licking at the growing bulge in her mouth. It felt good, sucking this kid's cock, she mused to herself, especially with that high-and-mighty Jean Lincoln watching!
Ingrid had been almost overcome with anger and jealousy watching the wildly unbelievable threesome of Jean, her lover and Tom, and it was obvious that they had all forgotten about her. It hurt her, too, to see how aroused Tom had got, especially when it had been she who had calmed him out of his initial anger at his wife. So, in a way, thanks to her, Tom, instead of being furious at finding his wife fucking another man, had become excited to the extent of joining in ... to the extent of forgetting all about her!
But Ingrid was determined not to be left out. Her eyes had run appraisingly over the handsomely sun-tanned muscular form of the surprisingly mature teenager, and she had become suffused with a sudden desire to take that virile young cock into her mouth, to suck and slaver over it, to coax it into wonderfully aroused hardness, to finally feel it explode deep in her throat, to taste the tangy bitterness of his savage young cum. Expertly, she ran her warm wet tongue along the pulsating length of it, feeling the wild blood rushing through the veins almost as if it would burst the flesh, felt the lust coursing through the thickly palpitating ridge on the underside. She entrapped the burgeoning head between her clasping lips and played teasingly with her tongue at the narrow glans opening at the tip, before dipping lower to tantalize his throbbing testicles. Then she slipped her deftly probing tongue in among the tufted wisps of Randy's pubic hair and stabbed lewdly at the thick stubby base of his jerking cock-shaft. Her hands kneaded convulsively at this churning scrotum, feeling the power surging deep inside them, aware of the seething tumult of his aching sperm. Yes, she was going to enjoy sucking this boy dry, sucking him dry while Tom's wife watched helplessly.
Jean couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her young lover plunging his lust-hardened cock far back into Ingrid's more than willing throat. Enraged as she was by the blonde secretary's conduct, she couldn't deny that the lascivious sight gave her a lewd thrill of delight, and she thought again of how she herself must have looked when she was sucking eagerly on Randy's brother's penis. Had she herself looked like Ingrid now looked - her face glazed with lust, her eyes half closed in excitement, her lips lewdly ovalled around the pulsating rod of male flesh as Larry Webb sank his fiery penis deep and hard between her lips?
A throbbing excitement started somewhere deep in Jean's loins as she continued to watch the unbelievable sight of her husband's mistress sucking and slavering over her own lover's fully erect penis, and then she became aware of hands on her legs, of wet palms clamped against her inner thighs, forcing them apart, of a hulking shape hovering between her widespread legs. Panic assailed her for a terrifying moment, and she gasped aloud.
"Take it easy, honey, it's only me, she heard her husband assuring her and she realized then that it was Tom hunched lasciviously before the openly spread plane of her pulsating cunt.
"Tom..." she began searchingly, hardly knowing what to say.
"Just relax, baby," he said soothingly, "Just relax and spread your legs. I'm going to lick your cunt... I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy while Ingrid is sucking Randy's cock ..." Jean heard the words in a daze. It couldn't be ... it was too much!
"No! No!" she cried out suddenly, unable to stop herself. She couldn't allow her own husband to kiss her there. She just couldn't. It was different when Randy had done it. He had almost forced her to submit, and even though she had enjoyed it, it was different now with her husband. She just couldn't let it happen.
"Why not, honey?" Tom's voice droned on. "You'll love it.. . you'll love it when I run my tongue into that hot little cunt of yours . .. Those two have forgotten about us .. . they're having fun ... why not us?"
His mesmerizing words seemed to calm his wife's fears. Yes, yes, he's right. Ingrid and Randy are enjoying themselves... why should we be left out?
Her seething thoughts ran wildly on. She had enjoyed it when Randy had done it to her. Why not now? Why not indeed? Her own husband wanted to lick her vagina, so why not let him?
"Jean, honey ..." Tom urged, fearing that she had forgotten all about him.
"Yes, Tom, yes ..." her voice came in a rush of heated urgency. "Yes, do it to me ... do it to me while Ingrid. .. while your mistress is sucking Randy's . .. penis!"
"Do what, Jean, do what?" her husband insisted, suddenly desperate for her to say the words which would signal to him that the dark and unhappy days of her repression were really over. After a long moment, the words he had been waiting for came.
"Suck my - my pussy! Yes, that's it, Tom, suck my pussy while Ingrid is licking and kissing Randy's cock!"
With a deep groan, Jean's husband suddenly buried his face in the openly presented pussy flesh beneath him, inhaling for the very first time the scented sweetness of his own wife's secret flesh, reveling in the contact of his wet tongue on her hotly pulsing vaginal flesh, "Ooooooohhhhhh ..." Jean gasped as she felt the moist slapping of her husband's tongue as it reached out and lapped at the tender flesh of her openly throbbing vagina. She held in her breath as he buried his tongue in the hotly squirming flesh, dipping and probing in a maddened search for the pivot of her desires. It was like a wetly living thing scurrying around her sensitive flesh, and she liked it! Yes, she liked having her husband lick her cunt!
"Mmmmmmmnnnn ..." she groaned involuntarily as Tom's burrowing tongue found the hardening tip of her turgid clitoris.
Gently, he clasped the swollen knob between his teeth, holding it there while the tip of his tongue teased remorselessly at the erogenous little nerve center, sending shudders of excruciating pleasure shooting up his wife's spine. Involuntarily, her slender thighs clamped against his cheeks, holding his mouth in an agonizing position over the burning flesh of her nakedly widespread cunt. Hungrily, she ground her desire-tortured vagina up against the maddening length of his deftly flicking tongue, rimming his nose and mouth with her moistly aroused cunt, cutting off his breath, enveloping him completely in the fragile softness of her impassioned cunt. Tom's tongue snaked out continuously, sliding along the thin vertical mouth of her vagina, burrowing into the crevices and creases of her wildly churning depths, eliciting moan after passionate moan of pleasure from his lust-maddened wife. His hands reached up and clutched at her thighs, held her firmly in place while his tongue stabbed erotically at the petal-shaped opening to her fully awakened body. For a moment, he poised, hovering at the soft viscous opening, before plunging directly into the grasping interior sheath, feeling the clinging walls of her greedily-welcoming cunt close in moist and tight on his sunken tongue, desperately trying to suck it farther and farther up into her madly writhing little belly.
"Aaaaggghhhhh ..." she gasped, undulating her pelvis up desperately against his face, grinding the softly flaccid cheeks of her buttocks around on the sand in a feverish attempt to increase the dementing ministrations of her husband's hotly teasing tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her thighs tightened even more desperately around his perspiring face as she churned her desire-ridden cunt against the delicious lapping of his untiring mouth, her initial shock overcome, her receptive cuntal walls closing in like a velvet glove on his lustfully entrapped tongue.
Jean was now mewling with unsuppressed passion. It was absolute heaven, lying here, her thighs spread open to allow her husband to slaver obscenely between them, while, only a couple of feet away, his secretary sucked hungrily on Randy's pounding cock. Jean turned her head and was just able to see her teenage lover's wildly writhing figure, tremoring with spasms of pleasure as Ingrid's lush red lips closed like a rubberband around the huge lust-engorged shaft of his cock. Jean, through desire-dimmed eyes, could see the angry red rod of flesh jerking spasmodically as it drove between the Swedish girl's ovaled lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling sac of his testicles, could hear her lover's moans of pure animal pleasure as he gave himself over fully to this girl's unbelievable sucking, just as she herself was abandoning her body completely to the overwhelming eddies of pleasure coursing through her from her husband's frantic licking of her desire-maddened cunt.
Swirls of red-hot pleasure were building up deep, deep inside her loins, making her squirm her softly rounded buttocks down into the sand, making her mewl incessantly in ecstasy, making her clamp the wetly-aroused flesh of her helpless cunt up against the pleasure-giving tongue that was swirling around inside her, sending flames of fire licking at the very core of her passionately aroused little belly. She could hear the lewd wet slavering sounds of Randy's tumultuous ecstasy as his rock-hard penis slid far up into Ingrid's enveloping mouth, and his gasps of pleasure mingled with her own as they writhed in total abandon only feet away from each other on the beach.
Tom watched his wife with mounting amazement and disbelief. He felt thrilled beyond belief when she had allowed him to lick her vagina, and her lewd words of assent had perversely delighted him. Now he was filled with pride to think that he could arouse her like this, that she was squirming around in unabashed passion under his cunt-licking, just as she had moaned and writhed under the teenager's fucking. But most of all he could hardly believe that it really was his wife! The near-virginal, puritanical wife he remembered was no longer there, and the fully liberated woman who had replaced her was a being beyond his wildest dreams. She was now all he had ever dreamed she'd be and he was nearly out of his mind with happiness.
Momentarily, he pulled away from the claspingly wet flesh of her twitching vagina and gazed down at the openly presented split of her cunt. He could see the faint pulsing of her nakedly aroused flesh, the reddish tip of her turgid little clitoris, the star-shaped opening of her hungrily contracting orifice, the faint throbbing of the swollen outer lips.
There was a faint sheen of her flowing cuntal secretions smearing down along her quivering inner thighs, and Tom knew that she was almost ready to cum. With an eager moan, he once more buried his face between her trembling thighs, anxious to feel her rippling with an uncontrollable orgasm induced by his own lust-peaking licking.
Ingrid heard Jean's sighs of arousal and the old envy was reawakening. Randy's blood-bloated cock seemed to fill her whole mouth, to expand and inflate to bursting point in the warmth of her hungrily sucking orifice, but she was aware of another emptiness. There was a furious gnawing between her legs, a fire which was calling out for re-kindling. She tried to ignore it, to make it go away, but it wouldn't. She wanted to experience what Jean was feeling. The pleasure she was getting from Randy's cock filling her mouth was not enough. . . she couldn't hold out much longer! The delicious oral caresses her husband was lavishing on her passion-demented cunt were becoming too much for her, and the thought that her lover was also approaching release seemed to spur on her own. But then, amazingly, she felt movement near her, heard the rasping of naked flesh against hot sand. For a moment, she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. There was movement right beside her ...
Fearfully, she opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect, and saw, only a few scant inches from her face, the widespread and openly presented furrow of Ingrid's vagina! For a long, seemingly interminable moment. Jean stared at the softly pulsing slit collared by wisps of pale golden pubic curls, hardly able to believe her eyes. Ingrid had juxtaposed herself so that her lewdly splayed thighs were only inches from Jean's eyes, while she herself continued to suck Randy's insanely pounding penis.
Jean could never remember clearly what happened next. All she knew was that suddenly her tongue was reaching out and lapping tentatively at the quivering wet mouth of the other girl's proffered cunt. The cream-white thighs closed softly around her hidden face, drawing her inexorably to the scented warmth of the other girl's feverishly pulsing vagina. Jean inhaled the sweet fragrance, her tongue searching cautiously in the pungent folds and creases, gaining confidence as it went about its wanton task. Her instinct for new and more exciting pleasures were stronger than any forbidden warnings of her lust-befogged brain, and she continued to swirl her tongue around in her husband's mistress' cunt, just as Tom himself was still slavering below at her frantically writhing loins.
Jean heard the other girl whimpering around Randy's desire-ridden cock, and it gave her an odd thrill to know that she was giving the voluptuous secretary this pleasure, that she was making her moan and gasp with unmitigated ecstasy. She continued to suck and lick the other girl's furiously twitching vagina, spurred on by the delicious tongue-fucking she was getting below, thrilled illicitly at the thought that she was engaged in an incredible four-way sex scene, that she was being sucked and kissed below while she licked Ingrid's pulsating cuntal slit, while Ingrid at the same time was sucking and swallowing Randy's heavily throbbing penis. It was unbelievable, but it was the most exciting, arousing thing Jean had ever experienced and she thought she'd die from the spasms of pleasure convoluting her heaving body. She continued her frantic sucking and slavering of the Swedish girl's gyrating cunt, even after she heard Randy's moans of lascivious delight signaling his climax.
"Oh God, Ingrid, I'm cumming! Keep sucking my cock!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Jean could see the sandy-haired teenager battering furiously up against Tom's secretary's face, the sac of his wildly writhing scrotum suddenly contracting as it ejected the first flow of seminal fluid into her hungrily receptive mouth. Ingrid started to gulp and swallow, her cheeks filling and then emptying as she drank in the lust-quenching nectar of his searing male sperm. And even as Randy was continuing to ejaculate into her greedily sucking mouth, Shockwaves of overwhelming force spasmed through her body as she too began to cum from Jean's forbidden licking. Her moans and sobs were lost around Randy's still convulsed cock, but still she didn't loosen her elastic-like clasp around the pounding girth of his spasming penile shaft. Jean continued to jab her feverishly working tongue far up into the steaming depths of the girl's cunt, and to watch as Ingrid herself swallowed and gulped on Randy's finally deflating cock. And then, suddenly Jean herself was swept away in paroxysms of unbelievable earthly pleasure. Everybody else in the lewd foursome was forgotten as her perspiring body heaved and shook with tidal waves of dizzying pleasure, tremors of delight that rippled through her helpless body from head to toe. Her husband never slackened his feverish licking, continuing to slaver and lap at the burning flesh of her dilating cunt, continuing to kiss her steaming loins as she muffled her moans into the still tensed depths of her husband's secretary's sensuously trembling vagina.
Now I've tried everything, she gasped happily to herself as mists of swirling euphoria engulfed her and carried her away gently from the orgy of physical pleasure. But she didn't care, because she knew she would return soon, for greater, weirder sensations of even more abandoned passion ...
It would be a long time before Jean forgot the incredible delights which followed on that hot and sunny afternoon. Tom was the first to initiate further sexual excess, but the other three seemed mindlessly compelled to follow suit. The insane orgy was to last only until dusk, but the effects upon Jean's, and the other's, psyches, were to last a lot longer. The young housewife had been introduced to a new world: a new way of thinking, a new way of acting, a new way of feeling. And she knew deep down in her soul, that she was glad .. . and that she never, never wanted to leave her new found paradise.
Chapter Seven
"I'm going to tell her today, honey," Tom Lincoln said happily, "that I can't see her anymore. She'll just have to accept the fact that our affair is over." The smiling husband gulped down his coffee, an anxious eye on the clock. It was Monday morning and he was already late for work, and the reason for it was that he and Jean had made love this morning before they got up. His whole body was still pleasantly aglow from the incredible sensations he had experienced, and now, even though he was late, he was reluctant to leave his beautiful wife. He had decided two nights before, after they had finally left Randy and Ingrid at the beach house, that he wasn't going to continue his affair with his secretary. He hoped to put a word in so that she could get a promotion, and then he would request a "more settled" assistant, just in case he got tempted again. Not that that was very likely, the way Jean was now. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that she could be so completely uninhibited, so capable of satisfying him completely, and he knew that, he would never have to seek satisfaction elsewhere, the way he had before she became involved with
Randy. Of course, it hurt to think that a young punk of a teenager was instrumental in bringing about his wife's sexual liberation, but Tom decided to try and forget about that and concentrate on the wonderful outcome of her liaison with their youthful gardener.
He couldn't deny that the events of last Saturday afternoon on the beach had been exciting for him, and yet they weren't really to his taste at all. Even though the four of them had experimented in different positions and tried different ways getting sexual pleasure, and even though it had been obvious to Tom that his wife had reveled in the way-out sex, still he was convinced that Jean would be just as glad as he was to settle into a more conventional way of life, with just the two of them, the way it had been before .. . except, of course, much more exciting and fulfilling.
"I'll call you later, darling," Tom said, embracing his wife with an ardor he was glad to feel again, reluctant to pull his lips away from the welcoming warmth of her eager mouth. "And you don't have to worry, baby," he called as he headed for the door, "I've finished with Ingrid, and nothing of the sort will ever happen again!"
"All right, honey," Jean smiled, watching her husband disappear into the garage. She stretched luxuriantly and poured herself another cup of coffee, and began to plan her day. First, a long hot bath. She still felt a bit stiff from the weekend's sexual excesses, even though she'd had a day to recuperate, but that was to be expected, considering the number of times the four of them had made love Saturday afternoon. Randy wouldn't be coming by until about three, and he had mentioned bringing a special friend along with him, one she had never met before. A faint tingling between her thighs betrayed her surpressed excitement. One of the real pleasures of these encounters with her young lover was the knowledge that he might bring someone with him, and when his friend was a total stranger, it made everything that much better.
It was a pity, she thought to herself on the way to the bathroom, that her husband assumed that she would give up her young lovers. Still, she thought it better not to enlighten him, and knew that she would have to arrange a new meeting place for Randy and his friends ... maybe even the old beach house, which held such happy memories for her now.
She knew that her everyday chores would easily fill in the hours until it was time to get ready for Randy. Yes, things were finally going her way, she smiled happily. Tom really loved her again and had lost interest in other women, and she would still be able to see Randy. Her newly awakened appetite for sex had grown incredibly, but she knew that her sixteen year old lover would be able to supply her indefinitely with new young boys. And if they continued to be like his brother Larry, and
Antonio, that incredible young friend she'd been introduced to last week, then she'd have reason to be satisfied for a long, long time to come . .. Maybe even forever.
