Once upon a time, marriage was looked upon as a sacrosanct institution, and women were told to go to their wedding beds ignorant and trusting. As a result, most women, at the start, not only felt pain, but were inwardly antagonistic to their husbands for the unwanted hurt they had been caused. Because of their ignorance, a great many women were either never able to achieve orgasm, or fought against it because they had been told only "bad" women enjoyed sex.
Today, marriage is not quite the sacred coupling it used to be. Women are supposed to be more knowledgeable, and as a result, go to their wedding beds slightly less ignorant. Yet, they still feel pain, and a great percentage of women never experience orgasm.
Here then is such a woman, who has learned to tolerate sex for her husband's pleasure, painfully enjoying it, herself. In order to keep her own mind from thinking "impure thoughts," she manages to occupy all her waking hours. Part of that occupation is with her son's cub scout troop. In her own way she is every bit as loving and trusting as the women of old, and so she is in for a rough awakening at the hands of men she ought never to have trusted in the first place. After a series of shattering experiences, our heroine is fully reawakened to the world of lust, realizing she needs sex every bit as much as her husband. She is fortunate in that her husband, though jealous, can be reasoned with.
CHAPTER ONE
Dolores Raynor was wide awake, lying in the king-size bed beside her sleeping husband, Ronald. The early morning sunlight was shafting through her bedroom window to her right, falling across the blue carpeting and the blue covers of her bed. Her own nightgown, a light pink, and in the swath of sunlight that touched her, she looked like some soft of heavenly spirit who had come to earth. Aside from her physical beauty, she possessed a personality which enhanced her quiet loveliness even when she was in repose.
Dolores was thirty-five, now, and the most faithful of wives. Ronald, her husband, was five years older than she, with an extremely "high" forehead. What hair he did have left was black, and he had a ruggedly handsome face. His physique was solid, with no padding of fat anywhere. And he was every bit as virile as he appeared, much to his lovely wife's dismay. Under the mistaken impression his wife enjoyed making love as much as he, the man took every opportunity to totally clog her feminine chalice with his masculine extension. It was his belief that no more sexually compatible couple existed than his wife and himself.
The truth of the matter was, after having given birth to a son and a daughter, Dolores did indeed enjoy an ever increasing sexual rapport with her husband. She had looked forward to her husband's lovemaking with more and more eagerness. But a third child, another daughter, had come along, and something happened to Dolores. For some reason, her vaginal cavity seemed to tighten up, and it was no longer pleasure for Ron to cram his fat cock into the squeezing depths of her narrow vaginal cave. On the contrary, it had become extremely painful at times. Toward the end of each coupling she did feel some of the old pleasure, and on occasions she even had an orgasm. But the pain had become too much for her. Being a loving wife, she withstood the agony without letting her husband know how much it hurt. It would have been wrong to deny him.
She knew sex did not have to be agonizing. After all, in the early years of their marriage she had enjoyed the perfect sexual relationship with her husband. But these last years had been total agony for her. And as she lay in bed, staring out the window at the blue sky, she sighed and fervently wished it was possible for her to enjoy the wonderful inner feelings she had once known without the constant tearing pain.
"Come here, you beautiful blonde," Ron muttered from the other side of the bed, snapping the lovely woman out of her reverie.
"Come on, Ron," she smiled, wrinkling her turned-up nose as her blue eyes shone, "aren't we a bit more civilized than this? I mean, by now, we're beyond the stage where we play like groping teenagers."
"We'll never get too sophisticated," he laughed, pulling her closer to him. "Hell, ever since the kids were born we've had to curtail our activities to this damn room. Once upon a time I used to screw you in every room in the house, using every bed, couch, chair, and table we have. When we first moved into this house we used to go outside on the front lawn just before it got light out, and we used to get a thrill screwing where we knew the rest of the world had a chance to see us, if only they looked hard enough."
Dolores remembered those wonderful first years of marriage and how wild she and her husband had been. Yes, they had been unbelievably reckless, making love under a boardwalk during the day, joining in a swimming "pool, rolling all over their backyard together. It had all been so wonderfully delightful and daring, and she did miss those times; times she was certain would never come again because she was in such pain whenever they merged.
Occasionally Ron would still try something different, like the time, a year ago, when he had grabbed her while they were visiting friends. But even then, the agony had been too much for her, and she'd had to jam the back of her hand into her mouth to keep herself from screaming.
Dolores was certain she understood why she had such pain. Her husband's penis was inordinately long and unusually thick. It was almost as thick as each of the babies she had squeezed from her body. Once, that immense phallus had eased into the tightness of her vagina, easily stretching her inner walls, but ever since the birth of Darla, her youngest, her inner cavity had contracted so tightly, it was impossible for his penis to probe her depths without causing her extreme anguish. Ron sensed how much tighter she had become, but as far as he was concerned, it merely made copulation that much more enjoyable. The more he enjoyed it, the more he fucked his lovely wife. The more he fucked her, the more pain she felt. The more pain she felt, the more her anxiety increased. The greater her anxiety, the tighter her vagina thereby initiating more fucking, more pain, more anxiety.
Ron loved playing the dominant husband and sincerely thought his wife was play-acting as well when she continually resisted and struggled. Dolores did so in earnest, though when it was eventually over, she lied, admitting none of the truth, telling Ron he was right to believe she had been fooling when she had resisted him.
Now, as his teeth began chewing on the lobe of her shell-like ear, she writhed as his hands covered the fullness of her breasts through the sheerness of her nightie.
"No," she gasped, already frightened, wishing she was able to feel the thrilling enjoyment she had once known when his hands hand caressed her body. Now, his caresses made her interior instantly tighten, and she was already feeling a certain amount of inner-pain though he had yet to pierce her. His hands were everywhere at once, trying to stoke fires of lust through her body. And the worst part of it was, through the pain, she sensed some of the feeling he was trying to build in her. She ached for it to come through and overpower the frightening anticipation of hurt she knew she had to feel. She shuddered, immediately struggling, trying to pull away from Ron.
The same old game, Ron thought. But he never tired of what he believed was her mock resistance. He was certain his conquering her pleased her as much as it did him. Soon he'd be thrusting his cock into the virgin-like tightness of her seething cunt, and she'd be whimpering and crying out for him to stop. He loved the way she fought and struggled, making him grip her wrists in one hand, holding her arms over her head. The look on her face was terrific as far as faking terror went. He loved "raping" her. In the end she was always begging for him to finish, and her own gasps let him know she usually came right along with him.
But for Dolores, ravishment, even with her eventually begging for it, was something to which she was unable to accustom herself. She wanted pleasure without pain, passion without torment.
His left hand cupped her lovely white face tightly, the fingers digging into her naturally rosy cheeks as her chin rested in his palm, preventing her from turning her face away when he planted his kissing lips on hers. She tasted the fuzziness of a man recently awake in his mouth-something she had never disliked-and wriggled when his hand moved away from her face and began carefully lifting her nightgown. Her body shivered as his palm slid up along the flatness of her belly and cupped the fullness of her left teat. His fingers were already artistically playing with her nipple, causing her to squirm with a combined sense of high anxiety and inner fear. His other hand suddenly tugged her nightgown over her head, making her short blonde hair fluff out wildly all over. He tossed the garment onto the floor, then the hand joined his other hand, gripping and squeezing her other breast, expertly tweaking the pink button of her nipple, making it swell and enlarge until it matched its counterpart. His mouth was back on hers, kissing her firmly, savoring the deliciousness of her moving tongue.
Dolores tugged her face from that of her husband, gasping, "Oh please, not now, Ron ... I'm really not ready for it ... for heaven's sake ... don't ... ummmmmmphhhhhh..."
His mouth was jammed against hers again. He pressed her sweet and tasty lips as his tongue repeatedly stabbed into the fiery depths of her burning oral cavern. He nibbled her lips, licked her gums, arousing fear and fire in her, but the fear was greater than the heat. His mouth clung to hers, making it impossible for her to protest as his fingers continued massaging her nipples, squeezing them, making them enlarge and palpitate, causing them to stiffen as they filled with blood. She struggled a bit more, trying her best to remove his hand from her breasts, and he yanked his mouth from hers again, saying, "I'm crazy for you, you blonde witch. Every day I need you a little more, and every night I'm that much more desirous of you. Most men get used to their women after awhile. The urge to fuck lessens in them. But the more I live with you and sleep with you, the more I want you. If I didn't have my law practice to look after, I'd stay home and fuck you night and day."
The mere idea made her cringe, and in a last attempt to ward him off, she said, "The children. They'll hear us."
"This house has walls so thick a bomb going off in one room would never be heard" in another. No one will ever hear what we do ... unfortunately.
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The mere idea of someone seeing or hearing us would stimulate me to where you would have no relief from me at all. And eventually I'll hire a maid to take care of those kids and make sure they stay away from us when we're alone in the bedroom."
"You'll hire a maid so that when I'm not home you'll be able to enjoy someone different," Dolores teased.
"Bullshit!" Ron laughed. "You're the only woman I really want. And I want every last moment of your spare time when I'm home. You know that."
"And you get almost every minute of my spare time," she insisted. "But I do need some time to do other things. I mean, I'm a den mother for Martin's scout pack. In fact, we have a den meeting this afternoon."
"Well I'm not going to be home this afternoon, since I'll be working," Ron said, rubbing his straight nose against her upturned nose. "But I'm here now, and I'm going to fuck you, now."
"Sometimes I think you're crazy," she told him, forcing the laugh out of her, wondering how to keep him from touching her.
"Oh I'm crazy, all right," he nodded. "I'm crazy to fuck the little pink ass off you," he insisted, allowing his hands to run over the roller coaster contours of her lush body.
She tried getting up, but he held her down, and her head tossed wildly on the pillow, her short, blonde hair splayed out all over the white pillowcase. She spun her head from side to side, trying hard to avoid his mouth, knowing his kisses still inflamed her. Kissing would eventually lead to the painful injection of this throbbing penis into her body. But his lips were now on hers, his tongue stabbing into her mouth like a long spear, tickling, teasing, tantalizing, arousing her own wet tongue, leading it reluctantly, inevitably out of her mouth between his own sucking lips. His fingers squeezed the softly resilient mounds of her full breasts. Her hardened, elongated nipples were continually being compressed between his dexterously strong fingers. She moaned for him to stop, so afraid of what would follow, terror rising higher and higher in her gasping body. The worst part of it all was, she still loved him. She loved him with every fiber of her being. She ached to have his cock fill her as it did so long ago, but the fear of pain only served her anxiety. Her body was shuddering with dread, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before he was stretching what now felt like inelastic depths. The pain seemed heavier and stronger each time. It was so close to being totally unbearable now, she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her flesh actually ripped and blood poured out of her like wine from a pitcher.
Between kisses, the man pressed his mouth to her ear, saying, "That's right, darling. Struggle, fight, don't give in. Make me force it from you. Make me take it. I love your wonderful body, and having to fight for it each time thrills me as nothing else. You enjoy this kind of struggling, just as I do. If ever a wife knew how to please her husband perfectly, you're that wife. I'm going to fuck you solidly, today."
"No," she gasped, more and more horrified because of what he was saying. "I don't want it ... I don't want it..."
"But I do want it," he laughed, sounding almost cruel. "And what I want is what really counts. I want to fuck you until your cunt is inside out, squeezing your wonderful breasts, crushing your lovely white buttocks with my fingers, and then jamming my cock all the way up into that hot little golden muff of yours. Don't kid me, Dolores. You have a very hot cunt. It's so hot I can smell the anxiousness in it. You want a good, solid fucking, and your husband is going to give it to you."
"My God! No!" she shouted, and the shout was instantly cut off as the man pressed his lips tightly against hers, his tongue boring into her mouth.
She writhed, trying to pull her body from his, feeling herself becoming more and more aroused, knowing if she surrendered to him, the agony would be unbearable. And yet, she missed not being touched by him. After all, she. was only human. Her husband's hands on her body did thrill her. She enjoyed being touched and teased and taunted. She wanted his tongue to continue delving into her mouth. What she didn't want was the eventual invasion of her vagina by the tree trunk between his thighs.
She writhed even more self-consciously under the man's solid body, straining because even though her subconscious was willing, her conscious mind knew the pain was too high a price to pay. She kept telling herself she had to escape, and all the while tingled as his chest rubbed against her breasts, sending thrill after thrill through her body. Every motion of her tensing form against his strong torso seemed to bring her anguished cunt into more solid contact with the thick rod of iron-hard flesh, separated from her only by a thin layer of his pajama bottoms. He forced her loins to spread themselves wide and rubbed his hard cock against her pink lips, repeatedly. She sensed the urgently pulsing heat it emitted as the doughy mass of his scrotum pressed against the material of his bottoms and rubbed itself against her enticing vaginal lips. He was going to rape her again, and there was no way on earth for her to stop it.
Her body was a roasting oven, and now she was torn between two thought factions. One wanted to stop to prevent pain. The other wanted to go on, in dire need of cooling off the heat still building in her body. She wondered, if, one day, he decided to stop, would she be grateful, or would she plead with him to continue. Her conscious self had no idea what her subconscious self really wanted. She was telling herself she had to get away, and yet she made no move to pull her full, swollen breasts away from her husband's chest. Every movement of her tensely shuddering form brought her cock-starved inner self into closer contact with his heavy pole of rigid muscle. Her vagina was already aching, fearful of being stretched, yet in dire need of satisfaction. Deep down inside she knew what she needed, but she was too frightened to think about it. She needed a more slender penis, one that might enter her gently and bring her pleasure, but in no way hurt her. Her vagina was literally weeping tears of lubrication as it felt the desperate need to be inwardly massaged without being stretched.
Dolores felt aroused, but yet she was terrified. Her body continued fighting and resisting the onslaught of her husband's flesh, her fingers like claws, raking him. But she knew the harder she fought, the more determined he would be to fuck her. She felt him yank her loins wider apart as he swept his hands under her knees, bending them high up and back until her kneecaps were touching her breasts. The shuddering points of her nipples made her jump and cry out, as if in pain.
Above the blonde angel that was his wife, his lips widely stretched in a broad smile, Ron showed Dolores his flashing white dentures. His fingers pressed themselves ever deeper into the tightness of her helplessly moist pussy. The continued movement of the tickling fingers made her writhe and shudder, gasping as she felt desire burn through her body trembling as she realized there had to be pain, pain, and more pain. His fingers parted her outer labia, then her inner labia, sinking into her heatedly wet feminine corridor. She writhed as the two fingers moved through her like the blades of a mixmaster until all she was able to do was make her hips rise and fall with no control. His fingers, as long as there were two of them, never hurt her. She even felt the blessed thrills of old when one or two fingers moved through her vagina.
And all the while Ron's solidly masculine body was ruggedly sliding up and down against her, moving back and forth, pressing against her tender flesh. The strings of his pajama pants were tickling and teasing the whitely soft plane of her flat stomach. And all the while his two fingers continued sliding in and out of her swampy vagina while his thumb and other two fingers fanned themselves out across the two hemispheres of her buttocks, moving up and down as if strumming a guitar.
"Ron . . .no." Dolores begged. "Stop."
But the more she pleaded, the more it aroused him, and his increasing arousal served to make his fingers work faster, thereby enhancing the sensations in her own body. If only he had the goodness to keep those fingers inside her until she came. Was that asking too much? An orgasm without torture? She was automatically ramming her anxiously narrow inner channel against his moving hand, the golden fur framing her lips as if they had been painted on her, making them appear ever more delectable, and truly the magnificent work of art they were. Her interior vaginal walls tightly gripped his continually massaging fingers. Her legs scissored back and forth, then reached out and seemed to clamp themselves around Ron's hips as if of their own volition. Her thighs clung tightly to him, even with his fingers buried far inside her. Her arms reached up and surrounded him, her fingernails digging into his back, cutting into his skin, adding fresh wounds to the many scars she had created.
He was driving her insane with his manual dexterity, moving his fingers in and out. Her mouth opened wider, and while his lips continued to anxiously impress themselves against hers, their tongues avidly fenced from mouth to mouth, moving back and forth. She had no control over herself. She was going to let him fuck her, and she was going to endure the pain. Her teeth sank into his tongue, biting just deep enough to make impressions without cutting the flesh. Her entire body was under the spell of his fingers, twitching in undeniable desire as her fulcrum jammed itself against his hand. But the thought of the pain that was to come made her moan through her kisses.
"Who d'you think you're kidding?" her husband asked. "You damn well know you want to be fucked. You want it as much as I want it. You need my cock as much as I need your pretty cunt. We both know it, but I want to hear it from you. I always want to hear it from you. Tell it to me!"
She panted and gasped, still wriggling and squirming, her wrapped-around arms and thighs pulling him tightly to her. Here was a possible chance. Here was the opportunity to prevent herself from being agonizingly used. But even as she thought these things, her hand moved lower, against her will, sliding between their clamped bodies, and her fingers touched the long, unbelievably thick outline of his solidly rakish cock. Her hand uncontrollably closed around it, squeezing and crushing, pressuring and sensing the virile heat as it seemed to shoot from her fingertips like bolts of lightning and burn through the massive length of cock, feeling its constantly urging masculine firmness.
The pain would be unbearable. But not to be fucked would be even more unbearable. Her mind reeled as she imagined what it would be like to be fucked by a thinner cock. The length didn't matter, she'd be able to handle it, just as long as it was thinner. It didn't have to be much thinner, either. Just a little thinner and all the pain would disappear. Yes, yes, a slender cock rubbing through her, with testicles bouncing against her perineum and anus ... uhhhhhh ... yessssss ... it would bring out the thrills she sorely needed and there would be no pain.
Her mind began building the sensations in her aching cunt as she thought the two fingers in her were a slender cock moving in and out, in and out, heightening her inner desires until she knew she'd explode. And yet ... the fingers weren't quite good enough. They didn't have that dome-like shape at their tips. She loved the idea of a slightly thinner bulb-shaped head moving through her.
"Yessssss..." she hissed, unable to stop herself. "I want to be fucked."
When he slid his fingers from inside her sucking, quivering female bog, she knew the moment of truth had arrived. This was going to be it. He was going to fuck that monstrously long penis into her narrow orifice, trying to stretch the unyielding membranes, causing her agony all over again. Her hands moved up behind his head and pressed on the nape of his neck, and when he brought his face to hers again, she found herself beyond all self-regulation, kissing his eyelids, his cheeks, and his nose before once again pressing her mouth to his. God help her, but she was once again surrendering herself to him, sacrificing herself to his gratification. Her mind had to accept the fact that her body was going to feel pain.
Ron's hands ran all over her lovely body, massaging, feeling, teasing. He touched the base of her trembling spine, then moved up to her rounded shoulders, then slid his hands behind her, feeling each shoulder blade, one at a time. Then his hands moved down to fill themselves with the roundness of her buttocks, and Dolores saw her husband's pulsing penis in her mind's eye. Having shoved her hands into his pajama pants to feel the wonderful breadth of it she envisioned it ... two and a half inches around, with an elephantine head of lavender above a solidly tan shank lined with a series of blue veins.
Her vaginal walls suddenly tightened, and she gasped, clinging tightly to the man, and had Ron attempted to push his little finger into her at that moment, he would have had difficulty. In spite of the constant flow of lubrication, her walls constricted again and again until she wondered if a needle would have been able to thread its way through her.
"Now," Ron told her, bending his head and kissing her hardened nipples. "This is it, baby."
There was no getting away from it. No escape. He was going to definitely pump his solidly powerful cock into the tightness of her flooded vagina. She might as well allow him to do it now. In spite of her tightly narrow contractions, her vagina was as well-lubed now as it would ever be. Her lubrications was the only thing to prevent her tissues from being torn to shreds all the other times.
"Ohhhhhh!! ! "she gasped.
"First, I suck that pussy a little, then I fuck it," he said to her.
"No!" Dolores snapped. "You know I don't ever want to get involved in those terrible mouth games you always want to play. That's one thing I'll never do."
"You beautiful bitch," he snapped, leaping up and dropping his pajama bottoms. "One day I'm going to ignore what you tell me and suck that cunt dry before fucking it." The gnawing in his shuddering balls reached into his cock, and he was aching for relief.
Ron roughly forced his wife's thighs farther apart and kneeled between the slenderly tapered columns. He stared at the rich pinkness of her narrow opening and then reached out and carefully parted her tender lips. With his other hand he carefully guided his penile head to her vaginal opening.
Now in position, he withdrew both hands and leaned forward with his hands resting on either side of her beautiful blonde head. He pushed, and the swollen tip of his throbbing organ forced her inner lips to open. And then it was slowly worming its way into the heated tightness of her narrow inner hole.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyyiiiiii!! ! " Dolores squealed, sounding like a virgin being deflowered. She screamed every time his penis entered her, and it made him feel even more virile to think he was, in his mind, once again popping another cherry. Damn! Her cunt was so exciting.
Dolores rotated her hips, trying to retreat, but the mattress was beneath her, preventing her from, withdrawing. This heavy penis was slowly pushing deeper into her, causing more and more pain, making her wriggle like a trapped fish on a hook. The pain was even greater than before, and she squirmed and writhed, unable to enjoy the strong sense of delight pervading her body because of the overpowering agony tearing through her. Each time it was worse, and this was the worst time of all.
Ron was brutally pounding his thick cock ever deeper into her narrow feminine container. His body moved rapidly, squirmingly, anxiously. She saw his flesh unable to stay still a single moment as he continued powering his thick penis into her tightly squeezing narrow depths.
But Ron mistook her gasps for those of pleasure, and continued driving into her. He was so filled with lust and desire, he intended fucking into her until his licentious thirst was completely slaked.
She beat at him with her fists, and he grabbed her wrists and held them with one hand, forcing them back, over her head. He thrust harder, and the pressure of his thrusting penis was like that of a searing firebrand.
Now his thickly insistent penile point plowed ever deeper, spreading her unstretchable walls, the sheer power of his thrust making them widen. He stared down at their nakedly joined bodies. His excitedly pulsing penis was poised as it pulled back from inside her, its tip a rich magenta now, throbbing with life-giving blood. He loved looking at the way her curly blonde hairs fell over his penis, caressing and tickling it as he continually forced her vaginal mouth to widen, making room for his invading masculine thickness.
Dolores's entire vaginal trough was trembling with terror as he once again thrust his lasciviously swollen cock forward watching her inner lips fold in on themselves because of the overpowering force of his entry. Her vaginal labia were so wide apart, he was able to clearly see her vellicating red clitoris. It stood like a soldier, proudly erect in its own little valley, all set to do battle with its larger counterpart.
Ron snorted, laughing with thrilled delight as he pulled back again and thrust his hips forward, causing his captive wife to once again scream out her agony as his penetrating penis, like an immense log, once again slowly disappeared into the honeyed slickness of her forced-apart vagina.
Dolores felt her shuddering loins being forced even more agonizingly apart. She gasped, then unable to control herself, once again shrieked out her distress, and her husband, who was certain she was doing all this for his benefit, loved every bit of it, sinking his throbbing cock deeper into the syrupy sweetness of her crushing pussy.
Now he began plunging and withdrawing with regular strokes, using power and strength his frame contained salaciously and brutally fucking in and out of her narrow vagina, sawing away heedlessly, ignoring her gasps as his wetly glistening cock continued its work.
Her husband's fucking, brutal and merciless, as he continued to wildly pound into her, his hands all over his loving wife's nakedness as he pinched and pulled her hardened nipples, feeling her breasts quiver. Dolores's own hands, released from the grip of her husband's fist, lay at her sides, unable to move. Ron was once again raping her, causing continual agony in her tense body, and there was nothing she was able to do to stop him. Her mind was close to hysteria, but if she screamed any louder it was possible her voice might penetrate the house's thick walls, and the children would believe their father was hurting their mother. She never wanted the children to think of their father as being cruel.
Each violently savage thrust was continually hurting the ravished blonde now, jostling her tormented and humiliated body as Ron slammed his massively pulsating hardness into her tight tunnel, its head banging against her cervix, sliding by and massaging it, making her wetter. It was this wetness which kept her stretched skin from splitting ... or so she sincerely believed. She winced each time he slammed into her, and she gasped feeling her breath slowly being forced out of her lungs. He was pounding into her so solidly the force of his solid thrusts had moved her body along the bed until her head was slamming against the headboard. Only the cushion of her hair prevented her from getting a headache.
Dolores never stopped struggling and fighting as she pleaded with him to stop. But the sounds of her protests were completely in vain, as were her pathetic efforts to pull away from her rampaging husband. This man whom she loved and who she knew loved her was fucking into her tender body with the brute force of a charging water buffalo. His hands were under her, now, gripping her buttocks, lifting her body to his as his claw-like fingers dug savagely into her spastically writhing ass-cheeks.
Ron felt a slow ache building, enlarging, swelling in his pounding balls as the sperm in them churned more and more violently. He gripped her frantically writhing buttocks with all the strength in his powerful fingers, feeling her quiver from head to toe. He thought her shivers were from passion, while in reality they were from protest. Great gasps of sexual thrills poured from his own dribbling mouth.
"Ohhhhhh..." he gasped, and as he groaned even louder, began increasing the intensity of his hard strokes, viciously pounding into her so that his pelvis smacked with loud sucking sounds against her wetly trembling vagina as his thickly long penis continued jamming itself far up into the hidden recesses of her wickedly violated belly. She reached down and gripped the hairs of his pelvis, pulling, actually tugging some of them from his pubis. He felt nothing. All that mattered was the tantalizing clasp of her tightly surrounding vaginal walls as they compressed the entire length of his shuddering cock.
Dolores's groping fingers reached even lower. She filled her hands with her husband's balls. They felt like heavy lead weights in her palm. Each heavy sphere was the size of a handball. And the thick, hairy sac in which they were contained seemed as durable as the horsehide covering on a baseball. They weighed her hand down, and though she had contemplated squeezing them to force him to get off her, she knew this was something she'd never be able to do. She loved the man in spite of all the agony and misery she was feeling. Her hand sensed how much larger his balls felt than usual, as if they were bloated with semen.
It wouldn't be much longer before he came. The whole problem was, he had learned to prolong his own orgasm, holding off until she reached her own peak. There were times when she knew no matter what she went through she would not achieve satisfaction, and so faked her own orgasm just to make him come. She had to, because the agony he was causing was, at times, so totally overpowering. And yet there were other times when she had two or three orgasms, none of which really overpowered the agony inside her, and as a result the pain drove her up the wall. When his cock withdrew she often felt as if he had rubbed off an outer layer of mucous tissue. Sometimes the orgasms didn't exist, and at other times they were numerous, but the torturous pain remained, heavy and hurting until he finally relieved the ache in his balls, shooting the white balm into her channel, temporarily soothing the bloodlessly sore pain. Often, as he came, she wished it would set in motion another orgasm in her own body to hide the pain she was feeling, but that was something that never happened. And though the white unguent temporarily eased the pain in her, once his penis slid out of her and the fluid cooled, the pain returned.
"Oh ... baby..." she heard him gasp as his hand continued squeezing his testicles. "Dolores-baby, you always seem to do the right thing at the right time. I love the way you squeeze my balls. I'll bet there isn't another woman in the whole world who's as good."
"Well. . . " she gasped, feeling the intense pain no longer increase but remain at its high level as her husband's buttocks rose and fell above her, "you'll ... uhhhhhh ... never know until you ... ohhhhhh ... tryyyyyy...."
"No chance," he gasped, smiling at her. "Yours is the only cunt in the whole world that I really need."
He smiled and once again thrust forward, never noticing the taut grimace of agony on his wife's pretty face, feeling his solidly swollen member all but cleave her tightness wide apart as it continually sliced into her. His entire weight was on her, pressing her relentlessly into the mattress. Each time the full length of his driving cock filled her, she clenched her teeth together to keep herself from shrieking out her agonizing pain. His forward thrusts were so hard, they felt vicious. Once, what had seemed like a long, long time ago, she had loved those solid plunges.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, feeling the stiffened poker push her inner rippling flesh forward with each thrust. "You're ... ohhhhhh ... driviiiiiinnnggg ... aaahhhhhh ... so deep...."
Ron was certain she was gasping the words out of pleasure remembering all those times she had pleaded with him to sink his cock even deeper into her body. What he didn't remember was, it was quite a few years since she had begged him that way. He was certain she enjoyed being fucked by him even more now than she had enjoyed it prior to the birth of their youngest child. Her very tightness was, to him, evidence that she enjoyed being fucked by him.
"Honey, fucking you is like jamming my prick through a sheath filled with slightly melted butter," he told her, pounding into her with ever-harder strokes. His ass seemed to rise higher on each backstroke, only to plunge his throbbing cock that much deeper on each forward attack.
Dolores felt the wicked pain each time his cock pushed in.
Each thrust seemed worse than the previous one. She was constantly being reminded of her wedding night, recalling the pain of his initial entry. The rounded point of his piercing penis felt harder than a ball of steel. Had someone pushed a solid poker into her body, white-hot, the agony would not have been more intense. True, beneath the shuddering pain there was a thrilling rapture slowly climbing to the surface, but she wished there was some way not to feel the intense hurt.
"Oh my..." she gasped, feeling him shove a bit deeper. For some reason his stabbing cock appeared to have a life of its own. It was as if it were moving around inside her, trying to find the most pained parts of her vagina, wanting to touch those areas alone.
Ron leaned into her a bit more, now feeding the final inch of his swollenly solid penis into her clinging vaginal cavern. Her clutching membranes gripped the full length of him as if they had suddenly adhered to him in an effort to keep him from rummaging around too much.
Straining, her husband pulled his throbbing cock half out, then hovered for a moment, teasing her as to when he intended thrusting back in. Dolores shuddered, afraid she would feel more torture. The strain and torture were intense enough. She didn't need to be hurt anymore. What she did feel on each backstroke was a thrilling sensuality that was continuing to build higher and higher until it was almost as powerful as the pain. It was always this way, continuing to build as it used to, until she sensed the thrills might become more powerful than the agony. But her husband always came, first. And once his orgasm was finished, and his spurting fluid cooled off inside her, the tearing, ripping hurt was more powerful than ever. Even now the thrills were trying to become stronger, but the agonizing pain remained.
Dolores felt the swollen cock thrust into her, and throbbing pain shot through her. Then she felt him pull out, and lusting desire ran through her. The pain was still there, still intense, and the thrilling pleasure filling her body was also there. Her mouth was wide open, and two different kinds of gasps came forth, resounding throughout the bedroom. On each in-thrust it was a squeal of hurt, and on each retreat it was a sigh of enjoyment. Her husband mistook both sounds for those of enjoyment, and continued to wildly pump into her. His tongue tried reaching all the way into her throat as his mouth continuously pressed against hers.
"Aaaaaayyyaaaggghhh!! ! " she screamed on each attack.
"Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnhhhuuuhhh!! ! " she sighed with each retreat.
His strong chest was pressing down against her pink nipples, making her wriggle and shudder even more as she sensed her breast points, like tiny pebbles, all but cutting into Ron's chest. The rapture in her had reached a strong plateau, and though still overpowered slightly by the pain, it made her shudder with delicious thrills.
Strong feelings of powerful lust continued charging through her moving body, enhancing her total inner pleasure. He continued moving, slamming his heavy extension of muscle repeatedly into her turmoiled vaginal bog, plunging it in again and again, as fast as it would go. Her body felt the agony tearing through her even though lust burned strongly within, as well. Tears fell from her eyes as she cried, pitying herself for not being able to enjoy all this as she had done so many times before. Glorious thrills permeated her inner vaginal core, mingling with intense pain. Her husband's mouth continued kissing hers, his tongue thrust between her lips, matching the lunges of his powerful prick.
To Dolores, it seemed as if her husband's cock was sliding ever deeper into her tender body with every heart-pounding forward thrust. She felt as if there was no end to the length of his penis, and no bottom to the depths of her vagina. Pain and pleasure intermingled each time his pelvis jolted against hers. His dangling testicles continued whacking against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Once more her mind envisioned a more slender penis driving into her, giving her all the pleasure with none of the pain. The thought excited her to the point where she felt even more aroused. But who? How would she be able to find out who had a more slender penis? And even if she did find out, did she dare cheat this man who adored her so?
The sensations her body felt were becoming more and more intense as both pain and thrills burned through her to the very core of her inner feminine being. A lusting thrill of overwhelming proportions was combining with a clawing sensation of agony. Her head was more rapidly banging against the headboard now, and though :he pain was intense, she did her best to block it rom her mind, thinking instead of the thrilling satisfaction she was about to receive from her orgasm.
She was going to come. She knew the feeling of pain shooting through her would be as intense as her orgasm, yet there was no way of stopping either at this point.
She's coming, Ron thought. I can feel it. I can bring her off.
Here it comes, Dolores thought, now! Now! Now!
"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! " she screamed, wildly thrashing about, turning, twisting, jerkingly shuddering, losing all self-control, feeling her orgasm blast through her as the torturing agony burst inside, as well. She bounced and wriggled, slamming and twisting her tender body against that of her fucking husband.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW W E E E EEEAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Ron bellowed, and his boiling seed spurted into her, coating the ravaged walls of her tender vagina. He fired into her repeatedly, filling her with his offering, and for a few moments the pain became dulled.
When he finally pulled out of her, he said, "That was good."
"Yes," she quietly agreed, as the agony began building again.
CHAPTER TWO
The one good thing about the pain in her vagina was that it wore off in less than an hour. By the time the afternoon rolled around, Dolores no longer felt pain. She did look forward to Martin's scout den meetings. The meetings were held, appropriately enough, in the large den where her husband did some of his law work when he brought it home. There were law books on floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined two walls. Ron's desk was at the far end of the room with a large chair behind it. The carpeting on the floor was two inches thick, a brownish color.
The den meeting itself started at three o'clock. Dolores, dressed in a pink dress that came down to her knees, had almost nothing to do. She served cookies and milk and watched the assistant scoutmaster, Joe Esquire, conduct the get-together. Her blonde hair was combed out in a wide fluff, like a halo around her head.
Dolores sat in on the meeting, but really understood nothing of what was going on. Becoming a "wolf" or a "bear" or a "Lion" had little meaning for her.
Halfway through the meeting, she entered her spacious kitchen at the other end of the house and began checking on the food she had ready for supper. She heard feet approaching, and then someone went into the small lavatory, nearby. Two minutes later, she heard the toilet flush, and one of the scouts came out.
Phil Scott was an older scout, but he had always been a forward youth. One of the things he enjoyed doing was peering through the keyhole of his parents' bedroom door. He knew all about sex, having witnessed everything his parents had indulged in, and that was considerable. He had even been present when his father had sneaked a few women into the house, one at a time, while his mother had been out working. As far as Phil was concerned, fucking was a very natural thing as long as the female indulging was over eighteen. He felt this was an unfair law, since he was certain it would have been difficult for him to convince anyone over eighteen to put out for him. He was all of five-feet-ten inches tall, which for his age was just about right, and he had a girlish face with a large head.
At the moment, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at Dolores, picturing her naked body, certain it would stack up very nicely alongside that of his mother and the bodies of all those other women his father had enjoyed.
"What can I do for you?" Dolores asked, smiling at him.
He said, "Nothing. I just wanted to get outta there for a minute."
"Don't you like the scouts?" Dolores asked.
"Not really," he replied. "I joined because I didn't have anything better to do."
The fact that he was only eleven was no reason for him not to enjoy sex, at least as far as he was concerned. For more than a year he had been dreaming of fucking various older women, his mother included. But now, looking at Dolores Ray nor, he felt a strong lust overcome him. She was the dream woman he really wanted. And for the first time in his young life, Phil Scott was determined to get this woman. He didn't know how, just yet, but he was going to fuck her.
"You'd better get back to the meeting," Dolores said to him, smiling sweetly, and the young boy felt his penis instantly stand at attention.
"Sure," he nodded, quickly turning so she wouldn't see the bulge in his pants.
Dolores returned to preparing supper. At four o'clock, her two daughters went off to ballet school, and at four-thirty, the cub scout meeting broke up. The boys left, and her son went out to play. She knew he wouldn't be back for at least an hour. She had the time to leisurely relax, and she went to the living room, deciding she would relax and watch TV.
Approaching the living room, she heard a noise, and entering the sunken room with the blue carpeting and the blue velvet sofa and chairs to match, she saw the assistant scoutmaster, Joe Esquire, pouring two glasses of her finest brandy.
"Mr. Esquire?" she asked, walking into the room.
"Ah, Mrs. Raynor," he smiled at her.
Esquire was a short man with dark brown, straight hair. At the moment he had a mustache which he grew and shaved off a dozen times a year. He was wearing tan slacks and a white polo shirt.
"I thought you had gone with the boys," she said.
"I wanted to talk with you before I left," he told her, walking over and handing her one of the two glasses of brandy.
"It's still a little too early in the day for me to start drinking," she told him, putting the glass down.
"I figure you'd better maybe take a swallow or two," he insisted.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Mrs. Raynor, or maybe I oughtta call you Dolores, being as how we're such close neighbors. I live right next door."
"I know," she nodded, looking at him as if he were weird.
"Yeah, well before I lived next door, I lived around the corner. In fact, my old house was right behind your house. Our backyards used to touch."
"How ... nice," Dolores nodded.
"Let me explain myself a little more clearly," he said to her. "My hobby was, and is, photography. I love to take and develop pictures. And with my infra-red equipment I can even take pictures at night without anyone knowing it."
"So?" she asked.
"Well I think these oughtta explain it all very clearly," he insisted, handing her photos he'd had in a small brown envelope. "You can keep those 'cause I got the negatives and can make more any time I want."
Dolores took the 4X5 photos from him and began looking through them. What she saw astonished and horrified her: photos of her husband and herself making love all over their backyard.
The photographs were years old, taken at a time when she and Ronald were still frolicking out in the open at night, daring anyone to spy on them. Well someone had indeed spied, and had taken photos. Those were the days when she really enjoyed a good orgasm.
"Here are a few others," he told her.
Dolores took the photos and looked. It was she, naked, making love with the body of her husband, but the different heads were not those of Ronald. She recognized certain prominent businessmen.
"But these aren't true," she insisted. "I never did anything with these men...."
"Of course not," Esquire told her, handing her the brandy. Without thinking, Dolores downed the contents of her glass instantly. And the burning liquid, once in her belly, caused a volcano to burst inside her. Heated lava flowed through her veins, sending fire into her fingers and toes, but causing even more fire to explode in her pelvis, and then in her vagina, itself. She was afraid to look down, frightened smoked might be streaming out of her.
"My!" he exclaimed. "You drank that much too fast."
His hand, with his own drink in it, reached out, and the drink hit her arm and overturned, spilling all over her pink dress.
Dolores didn't even notice the drink spilled on her dress, at first. She was looking at the pictures with tears welling up in her eyes. The combination of the brandy and the salaciously obscene sight of her doing things she knew she hadn't done immediately hit her in her delicate emotions.
Stunned, she sat in a nearby armchair feeling the burning liquid slide down her neckline, between the fullness of her breasts, onto her belly, into her panties, and all the way into the pubic hair between her legs. Some small droplet of brandy even slid between her vaginal lips, burning the mucous membranes there. Her nether lips had become inflamed because of the way the brandy had exploded in her belly, she actually thought the liquid touching her vaginal slit would turn to steam. In her lap lay a stain from Joe Esquire's drink.
"Hey," he told her, "I think you oughtta get outta that wet dress ... among other things."
"What?" she asked, still stunned because of the pictures.
"Stop acting so innocently," he snapped.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, snapping out of the funk she was in. "You know I never slept with any of these other men."
"Yeah, well that'd be your word, you see. But if I start showing these pictures to the local papers, well ... you know what'd happen."
"What do you want?" she asked, shivering. "Money?"
"Money would be nice, but no ... I don't want money from you. I want you."
"What?"
"You heard me. I want you. I want to go to bed with you. To be precise, I want to fuck you."
"No," she insisted. "I'd never do something like that."
"Fine with me," he told her. "You can keep those photos for your husband. I'll have more sent to the newspapers, tomorrow."
"But why..." she began.
"Because you're a beautiful woman," he replied. "I figure that cunt of yours is being wasted if it's being used by one guy, alone. Now you got a choice, at least until I walk outta here. Once I do, I send the pictures to the papers."
She looked at him, her face a study in desperate confusion. Esquire knew she would come around! She was only the thirteenth woman on whom he had pulled this ploy, though none of the others had been obliging enough to make love on their front lawns. He'd had to sneak up to their windows and take the pictures he always altered. He had taken these photos many years earlier, waiting for just the right opportunity to use them. As an assistant scoutmaster, holding den meetings in the Raynor home, he finally had found the opening he had been seeking.
Dolores was a little overwhelmed by all this happening so suddenly. She was hardly aware of his grabbing her arm, bringing her to her feet, and walking up the stairs with her to her bedroom. She sat on the bed as he rummaged through her closet, and took the robe he finally offered her.
"Get out of those wet things while we talk," he told her. "You might as well do it, honey."
He ran into the master bathroom, found a towel, came out, and began patting her dry, stroking her loins under her dress. The touch of his hands on her body snapped Dolores out of her funk, and she tried pushing him away. But the pictures, still in her hands, caught her eye again, and she knew it was no use. If Ron ever saw those pictures it would never occur to him to match them against the ones of her with himself. She'd be completely disgraced. Even so, she had no intention of yielding.
Taking the robe, Dolores hurried into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothing, put the robe on, and walked back into the outer room. Somehow, in some way, she had to stop him from doing this. When she came out, she decided she had to dissuade him, somehow.
"You sit on the bed," Esquire told her, and when she uncomplainingly did so, he sat beside her.
The brandy in her stomach was doing all kinds of crazy things to her. She had never been one to really drink, and the brandy was making her hot, very hot, acting like an aphrodisiac.
"You mustn't do this," Dolores insisted. "I've never done anything to harm you. Why should you wish to hurt me?"
"I don't wanna hurt you," Esquire explained. "I just want a little action from a good-looking head like you. What the hell! Maybe you'll like it, too."
The thought of another thick penis, an unwanted one at that, attempting to invade her vagina made her freeze. Dolores had trouble enough with her own husband. She didn't need a stranger making life hell of her, as well.
Esquire smiled and slipped his hand inside her robe, rubbing the flat of her stomach. His touch made Dolores jump as it seemed to resound through her body, cell by cell, awakening something she hadn't felt for the longest time. Her vagina didn't cringe for the first time in a long time. For some unknown reason, a reason she would later come to realize was the brandy she had swallowed so hastily, her body was loosening as muscles within began working as they hadn't worked for a long, long time.
No, she thought to herself. This is wrong. I must not let myself do anything I'll regret later on.
But the muscles in her vagina were expanding and contracting as her inner flesh moistened and began stretching and dilating of its own free will. She felt a flexing in her groin that made her writhe where she sat. She had to convince this man not to do anything to her, but she had to keep him from showing those pictures to the newspapers. Her behind wiggled as if trying to rub it's way into the bed beneath her.
"Yeah," Joe Esquire told her. "We're really gonna ball us up one helluva storm."
Dolores became terrified and thought her best chance was probably to hit him with something and then run outside, clothes or no clothes. All she had to do was go to the police and tell them what the man had tried doing. If the man walked out while she was gone, what proof would she have that he was here? The pictures? All she had to do was show one of those pictures and she'd be marked as the friendly neighborhood tramp. She was trapped.
Even as she thought all this, something inside her kept her nailed to the bed. Two opposing points of view began struggling in her brain. Her body, which was feeling relaxed for the first time in a long time when sexually aroused, was pleading with her to do anything the man wanted in order to achieve the kind of satisfaction she had been seeking with her husband ... but without pain. Her inner conscience demanded she stop thinking along such lines. This was a dirty, vile man whose sole intention was to abuse her. She had to find a way to prevent him from using her, and at the same time she had to protect her reputation.
"Like?" Joe asked, still rubbing her belly.
Dolores knew she had to respond, but she also knew she had to keep the man smiling.
"Uhhh ... very nice," she told him, shuddering. "V-Very soothing."
The brandy in her system made her quiver with delight as his hand continued rubbing her belly. His warm hand was a pleasant sensation against her cool flesh. He rubbed very slowly, his hand making ever-widening circles until she tingled as she realized the bottom of his hand, on the downward circular sweep, was touching her pubic hairs, and on the upsweep was touching the underside of her breasts.
"Please don't do this," she whimpered, but just as her vaginal center was heatedly relaxing, her breasts pulsated with a throbbing ache of desire. She felt her nipples getting harder as the man's hand made even larger circles, now touching the undersides of her areolae.
Oh my! she thought. What is this man doing to me? Worse, why am I allowing him to do it? For the first time in ages I feel totally relaxed.
"You mustn't," she gasped.
"But I will," he insisted, his free hand taking the pictures from her and scattering them all over the floor. "I will, or I'll see to it your husband loses his law practice because you'll be so disgraced."
How was any man so cruel? He had only recently been married, himself. That was why he had moved from the other house to the one next door to her.
Even as she thought of his villainy her breasts continued to weightily swell with longing. They seemed to want to be touched and massaged and fondled. The nipples had swelled until now it was they that hurt, aching for the climax that would permit them to shrink.
"Don't do this," she begged, closing her thighs.
"Hey, who are you kidding?" Joe asked. "Look at you. You're hotter than a blast furnace, right now."
"No ... please ... I don't want. . . "
His hands opened her robe, exposing the two fully round, white-fleshed, pink-tipped enlarging breasts, both of which pulsated when he touched them. His hands pressed themselves against the fullness of them, and they enlarged like two bloated light bulbs.
"Don't. . . " she sobbed, trying to pull her body away, but unable to do so.
"You try pulling away from me one more time," the man told her, "and I won't bother finishing gently with you. I'll fuck the ass off you, right now, with your cunt still relatively dry, and then I'll go and show those pix to the papers, anyway. So you behave and sit here and let old Joe do all the things to make you feel good, and then I won't show the pictures to anyone."
"Ohhhhhh ... pleeeeeaaaase..." she begged.
"Yeah, baby, that's just what old Joe is gonna do. He's gonna please you..."
Dolores shuddered as the man's heated palms kneaded and squeezed the foam-rubber-like flesh of her full breasts. His hands caused heat to pour through her body as his fingers massaged, working over the large mammaries, cupping them so only the pink nipples stuck out, pressing them together and rubbing one nipple against another until they became so hard and seemingly brittle she was afraid they'd shatter like two tiny glass pellets.
Joe placed his two palms flatly over her swollen nipples and began circularly massaging them, rubbing as if trying to massage her breasts back into her chest. He squeezed them solidly, but when he released them they sprang back into shape and he cupped them again, gripping the nipples tightly between his thumbs and forefingers.
Dolores had no idea why she was permitting this to continue. It was wrong, it had to be stopped, and yet she found herself unable to move. She was fascinated by his manipulations. Not that her husband wasn't an able lover who massaged and played with her breasts repeatedly, but Joe was handling her in a way she had never been touched before. She was fascinated watching his manipulations with wide-open, staring eyes. Then she saw his hungry face move closer. And then she found herself staring at the top of his dark head. She smelled the greasy hair oil he was using, and then felt her left nipple enter something hot and wet.
Joe kept his eyes open and saw the lines of blue veins in the woman's white flesh. Her rounded breasts began heaving up and down, up and down as he slurped and sucked, gently tugging her nipple between his lips and whipping it with his working tongue.
His tongue worked on the hardness of her shuddering nipple, teasing it, licking it, swirling around it in a clockwise movement, and her body began twitching in that all-too-familiar pleasure she had known so long ago, before her vagina had felt pain.
Dolores felt a heated throbbing in her taut pussy with every pull of Joe's rhythmically sucking mouth.
What was she doing? What was she allowing to happen? This was all wrong. She had to put a stop to it. But even as she thought all this, the pictures scattered on the floor caught her eye, and she knew if she repulsed this man in any way, copies of those photos would eventually wind up in the hands of the local newspaper editor.
The thrill in her belly ought to have diminished with the knowledge that she was being forced into this wickedness. But it swelled and ballooned as it hadn't with her husband for many years. She tingled all over but didn't understand why. All she knew was, the tingling within refused to stop. It was a tingle she had longed for with Ron. She had ached to feel it. Now that it was here, she ached for it to continued to its conclusion. For a brief moment she had no thoughts other than those of lust until his sucking mouth moved over to her other breast and began chewing gently on that nipple. Cool air surrounded the abandoned nipple as the moist warmth of his sucking mouth embraced her other breast.
No! she inwardly cried. I must stop this. I must! He's going to rape me. I've already allowed him to go much too far. He has to stop ... even if the warm thrills shooting through me wear off. "Please," she gasped aloud. "Please, Mr. Esquire, we aren't animals. We have responsibilities to our families and our communities. We have to stop this, now, while we're still able."
Joe Esquire's answer was to suck her nipple more solidly, making her writhe and gasp as fire flashed through her entire nervous system. Flames shot from her toes to her brain, and she writhed, terrified of being inwardly incinerated with her own hungering desire.
Dolores put her hands on Joe's shoulders, thinking to push him away, but as her hands rested there, she felt her thighs, as if of their own free will, laxly fall apart, and his probing hand suddenly darted against the plain of pink puffiness. A finger moved between her labia, but it didn't seek the tiny little hole beyond. Rather, it moved just inside the inner labia and rubbed them from underneath. Then it slowly moved lower, teasing her vaginal orifice, attempting to slowly worm its way inside, but Dolores was still in a sitting position with the bottom of her vagina resting against the bed. He was unable to push his hand far enough between her barely open thighs. Now that his finger was moving inside her, the beautiful blonde woman was doing her best to clamp her loins together again.
Joe was enjoying himself immensely. Not that he didn't get a full measure of action from his own wife, who also happened to be a blonde, but he was the kind of man who was never satisfied with any single pussy, no matter how good. For him, it had to be variety. It seemingly enhanced his virility.
The juices seeping from Dolores's vagina bathed his moving finger as it moved up inside one cunt lip, then slid down the inside of the other. Each time his finger moved down, he tried wriggling into her tight hole, and each time, it failed. Back and forth it continued moving, sliding about in the wetness of her lubricating fluids, now trying to seek out her small pellet-like clitoris as well as attempting to enter her.
Joe pressed his shoulder against Dolores's body in an attempt to force her to lie down, and all the while his mouth continued sucking at her breasts, alternating from right to left, and back again. He took his time sucking, gripping her breast firmly with his lips, and letting his tongue do most of the laving.
An overpowering pulsating was continuing to build in Dolores's pelvic center. Her muscles were moving as they hadn't in years, and her vagina was opening, actually opening. It seemed to keep time with her breathing, opening, then closing, opening, then closing. With all her efforts and attempts to stop his finger from entering her, she sensed her own inner flesh attempting to reach out and grab the finger and pull it into her. She was aware of the workings of her body. Even when afraid of pain, her body always accepted her husband's cock, sometimes even begging for it. Now there was no pain, though she was unable to understand why. There was no possible way for her to continue resisting, and she loathed her own weakness. She began sliding down on the bed, and soon found herself flat on her back.
The heavy throbbing inside her shuddering body was now totally out of control, unstoppable and uncontainable in the deep recesses of a vagina previously entered solely by her wonderful husband. She knew the man intended thrusting his penis into her, and oddly enough, she wanted to feel it. Aware that what she wanted him to do was an ugly, awful, sinful thing, she nevertheless wanted to be fucked. She had to be fucked. The thrust of the man's penis into her body was the only thing to quiet the disorder jumbling her insides. Wrong, yes! But she was able to rationalize what was happening by insisting she was being forced into it.
Joe felt her sliding down, down, down. With a final push he had her lying on her back. He immediately rolled over, throwing his body on top of hers, sliding between her rising knees. And that was when Dolores became aware of the fact that he had undone his pants and had pushed them, along with his underpants, down to his ankles. Now, as he poised himself above her, he took the time to kick off his shoes, pants, and underpants.
Hovering over the golden beauty, he took a deep breath and held it, staring at the quality of the woman under him. Her flesh was marble-white and seemingly radiated as if she were translucent and there were neon bulbs inside her. Her solidly round breasts stood straight up rather than sink back into her body, they were so swollen and hard. Her shuddering nipples seemed to vibrate in time to the way her pulses were beating. Her winking navel, centered in the soft plane of her white belly looked like an unseeing eye of desire. The golden hairs on her pubic mound sent sparkling invitations of sunlight blasting all the way through the man down to his dancing cock as it wiggled up and down between his own thighs. The yellow hair between her thighs curled around her pink pussy that, due to the anxiety within, was starting to turn a rich crimson. The cunt lips were pursed, as if begging to be kissed, and the sight set him ablaze with even greater lust. The rest of his clothes seemed to fly off his body as if of their own accord. Now his hard cock throbbed incessantly, erectly pulsating, its little slit offering drops of lubrication to the cavern of the goddess already attempting to open itself in preparation for his planned thrust.
Through eyes glossed by lust, Dolores watched Joe Esquire tug off his undershirt and throw it to the side. And that was when the realization hit her that the two of them were as naked as a pair of proverbial jaybirds. She allowed her eyes to look lower, and she saw his penis ... the first one she had seen erect other than that of her husband. It's head was a vibrant red, not the rich purple of her husband's penis. And it was slimy from all the juices he was continually emitting. She wondered if it was possible he might have had a premature ejaculation, already. Part of her was praying it was so, while another part of her knew she would die unless she was consummately fucked. It was exactly the kind of penis she had hoped for; very long, and very slender. It jerked up and down in rhythm with the pulsations shooting through her own body. He had a foreskin, unlike her husband who had been circumcised at birth. The hooded cowl was pulled back and the little slit in the head of the phallus seemed to be widening, opening to where Dolores wondered if it might be possible to fit her own pinky insides.
Despite the wanton condition of his lust-bloated cock, Joe Esquire was in total and complete control of himself. He hovered over the beautiful woman's body, using one hand to caress her breasts again. By now they were sensitive to the point of pain. And yet his touch felt good to Dolores. Again and again she wondered why she was allowing this to happen. Her only excuse were those horrible pictures. She had to content herself with that, because were it not for those pictures, her mind, even now, would have regained control of her body and she would have refused this man entry. But as it was, she lay there, her eyes tightly shut, waiting breathlessly for what was to happen next. She was ablaze, but she was still frightened. Adultery, even it if was against her will, was something new to her. Her eyes snapped open, and now she felt like some poor, helpless bird in the jungle, about to be pounced on by a hungry cobra.
Joe continued moving his face over her body, his hands releasing her lush breasts. She shut her eyes again, not knowing what to do at this point. He was kissing her stomach, his tongue furtively delving into her navel, then continued moving his face lower. For a moment Dolores had no idea what he intended doing, and then she realized he intended using his mouth on her vagina as her husband so often wanted to do.
"No!" she shrieked, grabbing his hair and pulling. "No! That's disgusting! I won't let you do that. No!"
Joe's hands reached up and grabbed her wrists as his shoulders kept her thighs apart. He pressed on her wrists until her hands opened, releasing his hair, and then he forced her arms to the sides, in the meantime widening her crotch.
She felt the first gentle kiss of his hot lips against her quivering vaginal orifice. And the touch of his mouth drove her to the brink of insanity. His tongue began licking her wetly aching slit, and the touch and feel of his wet oral organ sent her reeling into a new state of arousal.
Her body wriggled as the heat coursing through her built her to a new readiness she had never known before. She had never realized how much pleasure there was in the feeling of a tongue against her vaginal opening. She sighed as thrilling ripples of unbelievable passion began coursing through her, making her vagina even wetter and more anxious to be plumbed.
Joe found her little clitoris with his moving tongue, and he whipped his lingual digit against it repeatedly, making Dolores bounce her buttocks repeatedly on the bed. Then his tongue licked through her wetly pink slash again, moving down, past her vaginal orifice, moving ever lower, touching her perineum, then sliding between the tightly squeezing cheeks of her ass and touching the button of her anus.
"Yiiiiii!" Dolores shrieked, unable to contain herself. She didn't even have the chance to think how perverse his licking of her anus was. All she knew was, she enjoyed it.
The man then changed his cunnilingual technique. His lips became a vacuum cleaner at the entrance to her vagina. So powerful was his sucking ability, Dolores wondered if it was possible for him to literally suck her organs out through her vagina.
With his strong hands strategically placed between her pillarly loins, rubbing the warm satin of her flesh, Joe used his thumbs to peel back her outer lips, then her inner lips, using said thumbs to hold the pink scallops of her labia fringed ever so delicately with a halo of golden hair. He spied two heavy drops of syrupy moisture dampening the little pink folds of her inner portals as the interior of those precious lips now became visible to him. The sight caused an intense desire to well up inside him, and it showed on his face as it became lined with an overpowering lust.
His cool breath falling on her vagina seemed to snap Dolores out of the spell under which she had fallen. Abruptly she felt a strong desire to slide out from beneath him. She squirmed, trying to pull her wetly pink slit away from his continually moving tongue. But his hands were too strong, keeping her rooted to the bed, her eyes filled with terror and fear clogging her throat, keeping her from screaming. She stared, helplessly, as he used his thumbs to pull the tenderly soft lips of her fleshy pussy wide apart, spreading the soft curls of wet pelvic hair, once again laying open her wetly dribbling, coral-tinted secret flesh to his licentious stare.
Dolores saw herself as if from outside her body and she felt inwardly repulsed at what she had permitted to take place in her very own bedroom. But even as she sobbed and clenched her eyes shut, her body refused to respond to her pleas to escape.
She cringed in revulsion as she felt the cool wisps of the man's breath graze her sensitive vaginal flesh, never before touched by any man other than her husband. She was so ashamed. She moaned aloud feeling hopeless shame, her head raised, her very breath strangling in her gasping throat as she heard him issue an animal grunt and saw his face once again drop. Abruptly Dolores felt the full length of his burning oral organ sink wetly into the steaming depths of her tightly quivering blast furnace of lust. She outwardly struggled again, wriggling insanely, her body wildly out of control, but her own inner passion slowly but surely began totally overwhelming her. She tightened her softly warm thighs convulsively around the bobbing head of Joe Esquire. His ears were actually wiggling against her velvety inner thighs. And when his teeth gripped her ultra-sensitive clitoris and gently bit, she screamed without restraint as passion freely flowed through her body.
God! There was no hope for her. She was completely at this evil man's mercy ... or in this case, his lack of mercy. Nothing existed save for the insistent throbbing in her vibrating vagina and the heatedly wet tongue that slurped through it with oral desires. Her back was arched like a Roman bridge as her vagina uncontrollably pushed itself upward towards his lips. Her feet were solidly planted in the mattress, and she felt another explosion go off inside her, similar to the one she had experienced after drinking down all the brandy in a single swallow.
Throwing her white thighs farther apart, she flailed her columnar legs, her feet wildly kicking in joy and licentiousness as the volcano buried deep inside her began a constant series of thrilling eruptions ... only this time the feeling was not in her stomach ... it was in her aching cunt. The explosions were mini-orgasms. A heated release she had ached to feel for so long with her husband drifted from her. It was so deep, it was almost spiritual. She had forgotten it was possible to enjoy an orgasm, big or small, this way, without pain. Thrill after thrill charged through her vaginal tunnel, moving from within to the outside, sinking into the mouth of her attacker. She collapsed, her legs falling even wider apart.
It had been good, really good. The relief sweeping through her made her think perhaps Joe Esquire was finished. But his hands were under her knees, lifting them for a moment as he tongued her anus once more. Then he raised his head and stared at her.
"Well," he asked, "was it so awful?"
She hadn't the courage to look him in the eye. The orgasms were small, but they had been good. She wasn't able to admit it.
He lay on the bed beside her, lying on his back, his rigid phallus pointing at the ceiling. He motioned toward it with his hand.
"Wh-what do you want?" Dolores asked.
"I want a lotta things," he told her, "but we don't have time for a lotta things. So I'll settle for you taking a ride on the old staff."
Before she was able to reply, he kissed her savagely and she sensed the heat in him. Having been sexually satisfied, herself, she had been screwing up the courage to tell him to leave, but the anxiety in him transmitted itself to her, letting Dolores know he might be crazy enough to harm her if she refused. The idea of being physically hurt was so intensely frightening to her, Dolores merely nodded.
As she sat up and lifted her body over Joe's, Dolores ran her tongue through her mouth, tasting her own honeysweet lubrication, and now she began to understand why her husband had been so anxious to lap her pussy.
She was directly over the penis, now, her vagina hovering above the rounded head. She hoped and prayed it would not cause agony as it thrust its way into her. Slowly, very slowly she lowered her body, letting his spear work between her aching cunt lips. It probed into her narrow hole, and she felt her vulva swelling, enlarging, opening, and for the first time in years as a penis slowly began entering her, she felt no pain at all. The woman felt the hardness of his awesome male instrument between her thighs. Where only moments earlier his hungry masculine mouth had feasted, now his penis slowly entered. Ron always insisted he mount her. This was the first time she was on top, and it felt good. It felt almost as if she was the one about to do the fucking. Yes, she was going to fuck
Joe Esquire, a man who was a total stranger to her. The understanding of what was taking place filled her prudish brain, but the twitching in her vagina superseded any thoughts filling her mind. The pressure of the slender penis moving into her feminine channel awakened desires in her she had long thought gone. The lack of pain was the reason for everything. Only delight, only thrilling sensation filled her body. Her weight was still basically on her knees, and she felt herself tensing, preparing for all the wonderful delights and thrills her body had known so long ago. And once again she put her conscience to sleep by the rationalization that she was doing all this because she was being forced.
She was over him, with only the tip of his penis inside her. She was still afraid of the pain she might feel if she rode it all the way down. Her vaginal lips were widely spread, but clinging to the helmeted point of his glans, and she saw him staring, using a pillow to lift his head so he was able to gaze at the openness of her heatedly wet cunt.
Dolores noticed Joe had a slight pot belly, after all. But it didn't impede his cock. He made no move to guide it with his hands, turning his body this way and that to keep the tip lodged inside her as he impatiently waited for her to sit. Half the head was still not inside her, and he was already feeling resistance. Dolores felt it, too, and she feared her inner self was ready to tighten up. Joe's hands gripped her hips and he dug his heels into the mattress as he raised his body, wanting to slam his penis into the hovering tunnel above.
Dolores felt pain. She was being split in two, despite the fact that the penis pushing into her was slimmer than her husband's.
"You're too big," she gasped. "Oh, don't, Mr. Esquire. I can't hold you. Please, you'll split me right up the middle. Don't do this to me."
"Bullshit!" Joe snapped. "Does your husband have a pencil for a cock? Don't worry. I'll find a way. And considering our present position, it might be smart for you to stop calling me Mr. Esquire."
Gripping her hips, he used his knees to spread her thighs as wide as possible, then took the pillow from beneath his head and jammed it under his own buttocks, lifting him a good inch-and-a-half higher. Dolores forced her body to rise with his. He squeezed her hips, and said, "Okay, honey, now start lowering yourself again. You can do it."
"I-I'm afraid," she gasped.
"Go on," he insisted, letting go of one of her hips, this time steadying his cock with his hand. Then he released her other hip and used the fingers of that hand to spread her vaginal lips wider, making certain his penis was solidly lodged in the tight narrowness of her vaginal entry way. Slowly, very slowly, quaking with fear, Dolores began lowering her body down. The entire head finally slipped into her taut pussy, and though there was still pain, it was diminishing.
"Okay?" Joe asked, gasping.
"Uh huh!" was all she was able to reply.
He wiggled his hips a bit, rotating his penis inside her body, widening her, and he worked another inch into her as she slid a little lower. "Still okay?" he asked.
"Yes," she gasped.
She was squirming, feeling the pain, but also feeling it continually shrink inside her and she realized her vaginal walls had definitely become elastic again, adjusting to the man's breadth.
"Keep going," he ordered, and she actually slid three full inches before stopping, this time. The hairs at the base of his penis were reaching up and tickling her vaginal lips. She sank down a bit more, feeling his heavy sperm-filled testicles press against the bag of skin containing them, and she realized almost all of his penis was inside her. The wrinkled scrotum was rubbing against her buttocks, actually cuddling her ass cheeks.
Joe felt himself ready to lose all control. He had fucked a lot of women in his time, including some virgins, but this had to be the tightest hole he had ever known. Her vaginal walls were like a fishskin condom, and his solid cock felt not merely covered, but trapped. He didn't know if he would be able to restrain his orgasm much longer. Hers had to be the single most delectable pussy in the entire neighborhood. She was still pressing into the mattress with her knees, keeping about two inches of his cock from entering her. Her vagina still had some sting in it. Her walls had to stretch a bit more, but she knew before this man was finished with her, her interior would definitely stretch. Eventually, when her channel adjusted to the length and breadth of his hard cock, she would swallow all of him into her. He knew the suction would be unbelievable. If this woman had turned to whoring for a living, she'd have made a fortune in no time. Hers was the kind of cunt that eventually would take control of any cock. If she ever discovered this power, she'd probably be able to rule the world, or at least a small segment of it. If she was able to control the muscles in her cunt, men would flock from miles around to see her. She'd have cocks to the right of her, and cocks to the left of her.
Slowly, little by little her tight cunt was adjusting itself to his penis, her passage continually flowing with great quantities of encouraging juices.
"I-I-I d-don't know," she gasped. "I think y-you're still too thick." There were tears in her eyes, but not from pain. The tears were of happiness at once again being able to contain a penis without agony.
Putting his hands on her hips, he worked her up and down on his hard pike until her vagina widened a bit more. Yes, she was just loose enough without being too wide open. This was a woman who would never be loosey-goosey.
With pressure still on her knees as they dug into the firm mattress, Dolores felt the penis swell inside her and she knew it had some small distance to go before it reached all the way inside. Even though the pain had disappeared, she was certain she would not be able to take the full length of it. Either it was too long, or her poor, battered cunt was a bit too shallow. As she felt him bounce up and down beneath her, she discovered herself automatically rolling her hips to his cadence. Looking down between her full breasts to her outthrust vagina, she noticed how her vulva was actually straining to encompass more of him. His hard shaft, most of it still showing because his hands on her hips had raised her again, was bright-red now, and all the blue veins stood out darkly as he began flexing his penile head in an effort to stretch her even more.
Every now and again a little voice in the back of her mind intervened, telling her all this was wrong. She had no right assisting in her own rape. And when she felt the throbbing penis swell as he flexed it, she gasped, "Joe ... what are you doing? You'll hurt me."
It was pulsating and swelling, and then it would recede only to swell again. Joe Esquire stared at her cunt, noting the pelvic mouth was as wide open as possible, but it didn't seem wide enough for him to thrust the last two inches into her. In fact, at this point, her inner membranes were so tightly wrapped around the three inches of cock still embedded in her, he felt lodged ... stuck ... hung up like two dogs in the process of mating. Dolores felt more embarrassed than anything else. It was bad enough being raped, but for the rapist to discover she was so tight rape was all but impossible, made her feel humiliated, of his thrusting penis. Her tunnel of flesh moved lower and lower, and not even pressure on her knees was able to keep her from sinking. She almost tightened up out of fright, and when she sensed her vagina narrowing, she shouted, "Yes!
"Thatta girl," Joe said to her. "We're gonna do it, baby, we're gonna do it," and he lunged straight up with all his might, driving those last two inches into her untested vitals.
"Ohhhhhh..." she gasped. "Ohhhhhh ... my goodness..."
Gripping her hips solidly, he lifted her, then let her fall, and his penis sank deeper into her trembling body. He raised her again, then pulled all the way out. The merest tip of penis was still inside her. Then he let go and she fell down again as he drove even deeper into her narrow and squeezing vaginal interior.
"Ohhhhhh ... my ... goodnessssss..." she continued gasping. "Good gracioussssss ... ohhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuuunnnnhhhhh...a a a a a h h h h h a a a a a h h h h h ... aaaaawwwwwaaaaagggghhhhh ... " she all but shrieked with each earthshaking thrust slamming into her vital canal. Each time, his hands clung to her hips, lifting her quivering passage until it was all but empty of his throbbing phallic probe, and then he would release her and let gravity slam her down along the full length of his hard cock until her labia sucked on the base of his penis. And each movement was to the accompaniment of her gasps and sighs added to the continuous sucking and sloshing noises made by her greedily sucking-vagina.
She wildly wriggled above him, churning as a mountain of sensuous delight charged in to take its place inside her. She felt the long penis slenderly glide in and out of her body, thrusting in when he released her, retreating when his hands lifted her as her stretched vaginal walls surrounded the hard pike of flesh again and again. Her cunt was doing its best to cling to the phallic lance, trying to prevent it from retreating each time. It closed tightly when he penis was fully embedded inside her, and remained closed until Joe's hands on her hips forced her inner chamber to withdraw from around his probe. Then, and only then, her vagina flowered open to receive all of him as she bounced down on him again. Soon she realized his hands were no longer on her hips. She was doing all the work herself, rising, falling, rising, falling.
"Oh dear!" she gasped. "Oh don't ever stop ... stay hard ... please ... I need this ... how I need this ... ohhhhh ... yessssss ... deeper ... fuck me deeper..."
A ragingly heated, intensely pulsating, overpoweringly churning and boiling flood of wanton lust filled her vagina with his moving penis. She squeezed with her thighs around his hips to try pulling him ever deeper into her.
"A little faster," Joe gasped. "Go to it, baby. I'm gonna come any moment."
"Ohhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Dolores wailed. "Not yet, not yet, for heaven's sake, not yet."
Joe had to admit the woman was good, really good. So he did his best to restrain himself. He levered himself up on his elbows and stared down to where she was bouncing on his cock. He watched the way his throbbing prick now slid easily into her unbelievably tight pussy, and he concentrated on the wonderfully spine-shattering sensations each time she fell. He thrilled to the pressure of the softly hair-lined folds of her clasping vagina as they clung to his furiously rampaging cock. She was slamming her crotch against his body with battering ramforce. And as she continued bouncing on his stiffness, his mind was already picturing the next time he got together with this sexy little cunt. He pictured himself gripping her shell-shaped ears as he fucked his solid prick into the depths of her mouth, and he almost felt the imaginary tongue caressing the length of his hard cock. His mind pictured her down on all fours as he fucked into the tightness of her ass-hole. He was willing to bet her husband had never fucked her there. But thoughts like these did nothing to restrain his orgasm.
Dolores felt her own climax building, and she knew she had gone past the point of no return. She was going to come as she hadn't in a long, long time.
Joe's tight balls shriveled up as her ass bounced wildly against his scrotum. She felt his throbbing cock sink even deeper into her moving cunt. Their groins slammed together explosively, and then his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and held her down, sutured to his body as his throbbing cock began spasmodically twitching. Dolores felt the heated blasts shoot through her, and she realized, much as she loved her husband, her body didn't care whose cock satisfied it, because this one was making her feel as she used to feel prior to the birth of her third child.
"I'm ... uhhhhhh ... going to ... uhhhhh ... commmmme..." she gasped.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHHH" was his only response, as he pumped his hips up with each shot of sperm he fired into her.
"OHHH ... YESSS..." she screamed. "I ... I ... I ... I'M COMMMMMMMIIIIIIIN COMMMMMIIIIINNN-
NNGGGGGUUUUUHHHHH!! ! "
He continued firing into her turbulent chamber, his penis rapidly deflating, now. But it was obvious she was keeping pace with him, and he was glad she had come. The next time would be easier. Oh she would object and give him the same stupid arguments all over again, but her cunt would twitch with desire at the memory of what was going on here. It would make getting into her easier.
When his cock shriveled to where it fell out, Dolores leaped up and rushed to the bathroom, where she hurriedly douched his sperm out of her. When she left the bathroom, he was gone, and she hurriedly dressed, putting on another of her pink dresses. Then she went downstairs in time to finish making supper as her daughters returned from ballet class.
CHAPTER THREE
A week passed, and Joe Esquire didn't attempt to see Dolores again. But she knew he wasn't through with her. He had run out before she'd had a chance to ask for the negatives and all prints of those pictures he had taken and falsified.
One thing was disturbing her almost as much as Joe Esquire, and that was young Phil Scott. The boy was following her around whenever she left the house. He was even around during school hours. Not that Dolores was able to go up to him and talk to him, but she kept catching fleeting glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye. Whenever she walked over to where she believed him to be, he was gone. When she went shopping, she spied him following her. In the supermarket she caught glimpses of him in the aisles. The boy was a disturbed boy. She knew that. Too bad. She hated to see a youngster already neurotic.
It was on one of her shopping forays that she finally encountered Joe Esquire, again. Actually she had just returned from the supermarket, and before she had a chance to unload her car, another photograph of herself, totally naked, was held up in front of her.
"Great picture, huh?" Joe smiled, putting it away and tucking his hands in his pockets.
"What do you want now?" she asked, feeling her heart starting to palpitate.
"It ain't so much what I want," he told her. "The scouts are gonna have a little camping trip, soon. The scoutmaster asked me to bring along a den mother, and I told him you'd be perfect."
"I'm sorry," Dolores replied. "But camping out is one of the things that doesn't fascinate me. I'll have to decline."
"Hey that's fine with me," he told her. "But you'll have to tell the guy, yourself. I mean, your name has already been added to the list. The only way to have it removed is to tell Sealy directly."
"Tell who?"
"Nat Sealy, the scoutmaster."
"Give me his number and I'll phone him."
"A voice on the phone won't mean a thing to him. He'll say any woman can call up and say she's you. You'll have to see him."
"Well then, give me his address, and when he comes home from work, I'll go see him."
"He's home, right now. His plant is closed for the next couple of weeks. Come on, we can walk over."
Dolores closed the trunk of her car and went with Joe. They walked for two blocks, made a left, and walked to the middle of the block. The white frame house looked like all the others on the block. The only thing that distinguished it from the others was the huge rain barrel standing in the alley between it and the next house. Since it hadn't rained in weeks, the barrel was empty and dry.
The two walked up the steps leading to the front door. Joe rang the bell, and a moment later the door was opened by a man as short as Joe, with a forehead as high as that of her husband. He wasn't nearly as handsome as Ron, and he was a little on the chunky side. He wore glasses, had a small, almost flat nose, and a thin mouth. He looked at Joe, and the latter looked back at him wearing a crooked smile. Dolores caught the curt nod that passed between them and wondered what it meant.
"Mrs. Raynor," Joe said, "this is Mr. Sealy, the local scoutmaster."
"How do you do," Dolores nodded. "Mr. Esquire tells me he volunteered me for a project, and I'm here to say I'd like my name removed from the list."
"Come in, come in," the scoutmaster said, smiling. "I'm sorry if Mr. Esquire inconvenienced you in any way. I'm certain we can work something out that is mutually satisfactory."
"There's nothing to work out," Dolores insisted. "I just want my name taken off the list. Mr.
Esquire had no right to volunteer me."
"I understand," Sealy nodded, and he padded into the living room. Dolores noticed for the first time he wasn't wearing shoes. His black trousers almost covered his feet, and she noticed he had no belt on his pants.
She followed him inside, with Joe Esquire right behind her. Sealy turned to face her, then looked at Joe, and said, "I think it might be better if Mrs. Raynor and I talked by ourselves."
"Oh, uhhhhh ... yeah ... sure," Joe nodded, and retreating, let himself out the front door.
"This is ridiculous," Dolores snapped, irritated at being left alone with the man. "I'm leaving."
"Mrs. Raynor," Nat Sealy said, "before you go, I'd like a small favor from you."
"What is it?" she asked, more than a little uncertain.
"Nothing big. I'd like a quick blowjob."
"Pardon?"
"I'd like you to give me a blowjob."
"I'm afraid I don't understand the terminology..."
"Oh, well, to be more specific, I'd like you to suck my cock."
"I beg your pardon," Dolores gasped, completely shaken by the man's totally obscene remark. An icy shiver ran down her trembling spine. She didn't believe what she'd heard. Men simply didn't talk to women that way.
"I thought I was rather explicit Sealy said, smiling.
"I won't be spoken to that way."
"Very well, let's try another way, Mrs. Raynor. I want you to undress, kneel down, take my cock in your mouth, and proceed to suck on it like a candy stick until I come, at which time you will proceed to swallow everything I ejaculate."
Dolores's mouth flew open in total astonishment as she found herself suddenly trembling.
"Where do you have the nerve to say something like that to me, Mr. Sealy? What kind of a terrible person are you. I'm going to take my son out of your scout troop. To even suggest I might consider doing such a horrible thing..."
"Stop it," Sealy told her. "You aren't going to take your son out of our pack. And you're going to do what I want."
"I'm leaving right now," Dolores insisted, turning around, heading toward the front door. "Why I've never been so terribly insulted in all my life."
"The truth of the matter is," Sealy said, going after her, "I'm not trying to insult you. However, you aren't going anywhere until I blow a load down your throat."
With that, the front door opened and Joe Esquire entered again.
Dolores looked from one to the other filled with terror.
"I suppose," she said, "the two of you are going to force me to perform this disgusting act?"
"Hey, come on, Dolores-baby," Joe laughed. "You know I don't force you to do anything. But I did tell Nat here what a fantastic hump you are, and he figured it was his turn to get some of the action."
"No!" Dolores insisted. "And what's more, I'm going to the police."
"Go on," Sealy said, waving a hand. "And do you think they'll believe you? Or do you think they'll believe the pictures Joe has to show them "
"You told him about those horrible, lying photos you took?" Dolores gasped.
Joe shrugged and took a new batch from his pocket, dropping them on the floor.
Dolores was totally aghast. She trembled as Sealy bent down and picked up some of the photos. He looked at them and said, "I like this pose best," and handed her one of herself flat on her back with her thighs wrapped tightly around her husband's back, only because his back was clearly visible, no one was able to see Ron's head. However there was no doubt about the clarity of his hard cock being buried all the way into her tight cunt.
"Stop it," Dolores screamed, tearing up the photo and scattering the pieces all over the living room floor. "Why are you men doing this to me? I never hurt any of you. What reason do you have for being so terribly vile and wanting to hurt me."
"We have no desire to hurt you," Sealy insisted.
"Those in whose name, what do you want from me?"
"I told you," the scoutmaster answered. "All I want is a blowjob. And I suppose every now and again I'd like to pump you a little. I mean, you're one good-looking woman. It'd be a shame to let something as prime as yourself get away when an opportunity to get into you comes along. I know those pictures have been faked by Joe. But I also know no one else will believe it if those pictures are ever shown. It is not my intention to let Joe show them, but in return for holding Joe in check, you have to do me this small favor."
"You are disgusting," she snapped at him. "The two of you ... you're both so horrible ... so wicked. I won't do it. I don't care what you do with those pictures. I won't do it."
"You'll do it," Nat Sealy nodded. "You can bet your pretty ass you'll do it. You're not the kind who is willing to risk scandal. You'll do anything and everything to protect your husband's good name, as well as the reputation the two of you have built around here. You'll do it."
"No!" Dolores insisted.
"Yes," Sealy nodded, "because if you don't, I'll personally see to it some of these are circulated in your kids' school, tomorrow."
"Oh no!" she gasped. "Is there no bottom to your perversions?"
The blonde-haired woman closed her tear-swollen eyes, clenching them tightly shut as a tremor of shame burst through her slender, shapely body. It had been bad enough that she had allowed herself to surrender her body to Joe Esquire. That the man had cruelly betrayed her was unthinkable, yet that was precisely what had happened.
The strangest part of all this was, her husband, who usually didn't leave her alone, had been so busy working on one of his law cases, he hadn't had the time or the energy to make love to her. And at night, when she went to bed, she thought of the time she'd spent with Joe Esquire, and her vagina had fairly run over with lubrication. Odd, to dream about a man only to discover what a vile animal he really was. Now she hated herself more than ever for allowing herself to be caught up in such fantasies.
"Come on, come on," Nat Sealy said to her. "Joe'll go into the next room and stay there ... as long as you behave. But the time has come to get those clothes off so I can get a look at that lovely body Joe was telling me about."
He wasn't complimenting her. He was making fun of her. And Dolores had to absorb his insults in silence. She was still numb because of the fact that Joe had actually talked. She didn't think it possible in this day and age that the man was so stupid. Didn't he realize what he had with her? After a while he would have been able to burn the pictures and she would have come looking for him. He was the one man to properly satisfy her as not even her husband was able, any longer. By doing this, he revealed what a horribly gross animal he was. How she hated him. But then, it was just as well, because any fantasies she had been harboring about the man completely disappeared.
Dolores stared at Sealy with a blank look on her face, bitterness slowly crawling into her burning eyes. It was so easy to be disillusioned nowadays. Sealy wanted her to undress. Well, she had no choice at this point. What did it matter, anyway. He had her completely under his thumb. There was no use trying to fight back. This was her punishment for having allowed herself to enjoy what Joe Esquire had done to, and with, her. It was humiliating, and perhaps no more than she deserved.
"Stop this crapping around," Sealy insisted.
He took her arm and led her to the sofa. She sat, unbidden, and when Sealy poured her three fingers of scotch, she took it and sipped at it. Joe Esquire was nowhere to be seen, and Dolores assumed he had gone into the next room.
Sealy took two minutes to undress, and Dolores saw his flesh was almost as white as hers. The hair on his pelvis was as dark as the little left on his head, and she was unable to determine whether it was black, or dark brown. His chest was very hairy, and his penis looked like an albino stalk with a cherry tip. It was hard and thick and she wondered if her body was capable of holding such an immense organ.
"Come on, come on," Sealy said to her. "Get those clothes off, honey. I don't have time to horse around. I'm already pretty hot and I want to get hotter before we get to the main event. So strip down and let me get a good look at all your charms, you gorgeous blonde."
"No," she said. "I ... can't. I can't."
"Bullshit!" he snapped again. "Not only can you, but you will." And he took the glass of scotch from her, yanked her to her feet, and brushing aside the hands that tried fighting him he adroitly unbuttoned her dress and tugged it down over her shoulders. How he managed to pull it over her waist without tearing it was something she didn't understand. He kicked her dress to the side, then proceeded to unhook her brassiere, and while she clamped it tightly against her breasts, he pulled down her pantyhose and panties all at once. When her hands went to grab her panties, he tore her brassiere from her, flinging it across the room. Then he threw her back on the sofa, and tugged the undergarments from around her feet. He stood before her, arms akimbo, surveying her milk-white flesh, nodding.
"Stand up," Sealy ordered.
Naked, ashamed, terribly distraught, Dolores got to her feet wanting to pick up her clothing and run. But when she bent over to pick up her things, Sealy swatted her buttocks and she instantly straightened out.
"Ouch!" she wept. "You didn't have to do that."
"In the scouts you learn to obey and you learn quickly," he told her. "Now turn around, slowly, and let me get a good look at all of you."
"I ... I just can't do that," she insisted. "I'm not a woman for sale."
"Shit, no! You're for free," he laughed.
"Stop it!" Dolores yelled. "Why must you insult me. Isn't it bad enough to have gone this far with me?"
"Gone this far?" he asked. "Baby, you and I have not begun."
He walked over to her and swatted her buttocks again, and when she tried turning away from him, he grabbed her by the arm. spun her around, and whacked her fanny again. Her lower cheeks were starting to turn a bright red.
"Stop it!" she screamed.
"When I tell you to do something," he snapped, "you do it."
Dolores started crying, tears flooding from her eyes. She sobbed long and loud, and Sealy patiently waited until her outburst was finished.
It was obvious to her that both, Joe Esquire and Nat Sealy were a pair of sick men. For all she knew they were crazy, and if that was the case she didn't stand much chance of leaving the house alive. She was nauseated with revulsion, and she knew he might start slapping her face, next. Then he might be one of those crazy men who got their kicks dealing pain to women. For the moment she was better off doing whatever the man wanted, if only to avoid being hurt again. She stopped crying and raised her head, her heart beating like a tom-tom.
"Please don't hit me again," she said, quietly.
"Just turn around and let me get a good look at all of you," Sealy said.
Frightened, but determined not to show it more than she already had, Dolores slowly turned her body three-hundred-and-sixty degrees.
"It's not cold," Sealy told her. "Let your arms down so I can have a good look at those breasts." And when she did so, he said, "Yeah, Joe was right. You are one well-built broad."
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, Dolores took a deep breath, and she unwittingly caused her breasts to swell even more.
"Now that I like," Nat Sealy told her, smiling. "You know, I'll bet, given enough time, you'd turn into one helluva whore."
He sat his naked body in a cloth-covered easy chair, draping a bare leg over one of the arms, swinging it. One of his hands gripped his solid cock and he stroked it a few times, as if reassuring himself of its stiffness. He was enjoying himself immensely.
Nat Sealy was not the madman Dolores believed. In reality, he was a meek, mild-mannered man with a dull, almost plodding home life. Not that he didn't get his share of action from his wife, but like Dolores, Nat Sealy's wife was straitlaced, and she had never gone in for any of the imagine oral-genital things he desired. Now in his mid-forties, he believed this was his last chance to find out what a good blowjob was like, and he was willing to go to any lengths to enjoy it. Joe Esquire had "once borrowed forty dollars from him, and this was Joe's way of paying it back. He liked Dolores's voluptuousness, and he intended using her more than once. But this first time it had to be a blowjob.
"Okay," he called out to her. "Now you sit on the sofa over there facing me, and lift your legs onto the table and spread 'em, real wide."
"Please," Dolores begged. "Don't make me do that."
"Either you do it or I start whacking your fanny," he told her.
Sighing, Dolores shrugged, sat on the sofa, and' with her fulcrum facing him, spread her thighs wide apart. She shuddered, feeling the disgrace of what she was doing. The shame was almost more than she was able to bear. She saw the way he stared at her pinkly throbbing vaginal opening. For some strange reason this excited her. Shameful as it was, she started to feel aroused.
"I can't see inside," he told her, turning on a lamp. "So why don't you reach between your thighs with your fingers and pull those lovely labia apart."
The humiliated woman gulped, swallowing hard as if swallowing more of her pride. She forced back the disgust and loathing she felt for this man who was making her flesh excited, and she did as he ordered. Her fingers pulled apart her pussylips, revealing the richly fluted edges of her inner labia. Her tenderly wet pinkness was wide open and clearly seen by the man who had left his chair and was now kneeling in front of the coffee table on which her legs were resting. It took all her will power not to kick him in the face.
Nat Sealy stared, open-mouthed, enjoying the sight of her vaginal interior. This was the first chance he'd had to see what the inside of a vagina really looked like. His wife was one of those women who dressed and undressed in the bathroom, and when they made love, it was always in bed, with the lights out. He was fairly drooling as he stared into her feminine depths. How he wanted to fuck her too. But his cock ached to fill a mouth more than it did a cunt.
"That is one nice cunt," he told her, staring deeper and deeper, almost hypnotized by the musky aroma wafting from within. The sweet scent was almost deliciously overpowering.
"Please," Dolores whispered. "This is so degrading."
"It's only a little degrading," he assured her. "Hell, a man-likes to enjoy a certain amount of power over a woman," he told her. "Doesn't your husband like to feel he's the one in control when the two of you are screwing?"
Dolores reddened, shuddering. Then she took another deep breath, her fingers still holding her vaginal lips apart, and she nodded, saying, "Yes. I guess so."
"Tell me, how often do you suck his cock?"
"Never," Dolores insisted. "I'd never do such a terrible thing."
"Never say never," Sealy cautioned her. "To begin with, that's just what you're gonna do with my cock."
"You have to be insane," she insisted, releasing her pussylips and putting her feet on the floor.
"Not really. I'm just a man who wants his cock sucked. However far be it from me to 'force' you to do it. I mean, you're gonna have to want to do it."
"Never," Dolores insisted.
"Oh but definitely," Sealy insisted back. "You see, if you don't willingly ask to suck it, I'm going to tie you up, naked as you are, and then invite a whole bevy of my friends over here, and they won't ask. They'll fuck your cunt, they'll fuck your mouth, and they might even fuck your tight ass-hole."
"I think you must be completely out of your mind," Dolores told him, shuddering.
"That's another thing," Sealy insisted. "I don't like hearing bad things about me. So from now on, say only nice things."
"I just won't do it," Dolores insisted. "You just go and call your friends. But they'll have to force me."
"Okay," Sealy told her, shrugging, and he walked over to the telephone and picked up the receiver.
"No!" Dolores screamed, and she ran over to him and fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs. "Don't. . . "
"Why shouldn't I?" Sealy asked, his eyes glistening.
"I-I'll d-do anything you w-want," she wept.
"It's, not what I want to do," Sealy laughed. "It's what you want to do. Just what is it you want to do?"
"I ... want to ... well ... you know..."
"No, no, I don't know," he insisted, ready to pick up the telephone again.
"You do know," she gasped, turning her head, not wanting to look at the rampantly thick organ so close to her face.
"I'm afraid not," Sealy insisted. "I have a very bad memory."
"I-I would Hike to l-lick your penis," she managed to gasp out.
"No," he told her, shaking his head. "I don't think so. I think it'd be more fun to simply sit back and watch the other guys ball the ass off you."
"Please," she begged. "Oh please, please, don't call them. I promise, I'll do anything, anything at all. Look, I'll prove it. I'll ... suck your cock ... you'll see..."
Dolores found herself trembling with horror and fright. The idea of a group of men, men in this area where she lived, coming over and manhandling her in every horrible way was to much for her mind to comprehend. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, and obviously, the only way out was to perform the disgustingly nauseating act of putting his penis into her mouth and sucking it.
"I don't know," Sealy continued, teasing, dragging out this torture as long as possible. This was the first time in his sexual life he had total control over a woman and he was enjoying himself to the fullest.
"Oh please, please, please let me suck it," Dolores begged, more and more terrified of the thought of a group of strange men who had been faces to her and nothing else suddenly knowing her in the most intimate way possible.
"I'll have to think about it," Sealy told her, standing over her like some towering colossus, his knuckled hands on his hips as he stared down at her tear-stained face, enjoying every moment of what he was putting her through. Her face was directly in front of his redly pulsating penile head, and it waved back and forth before her face like a hideous snake trying to hypnotize her. His hand moved down and gripped the shank of the throbbing member, and he held it steady before her tightly closed lips, panting heavily with anxious desire.
"Maybe," he told her, a wicked smile playing widely across his mouth. "Maybe. I mean, it is difficult to refuse a woman who begs as hard as you."
"Oh please let me suck it," she whispered almost fervently, her eyes tightly shut as she shuddered with frightened humiliation.
"Look at me," he insisted, speaking softly.
Dolores squeezed her eyes tightly shut for another moment, then opened them. She stared directly into the narrowly gleaming opening in the tip of his swollen penile point, seeing it burn so brightly red, it almost glowed. The strongly pungent masculine odor wafting from his crotch now hit her, and she felt more frightened and repulsed by the sight of it than ever.
"No," Nat Sealy snapped. "I don't think I'm going to let you suck the old dong. I'd rather jerk off while watching you get yours from at least four guys at once."
Bawling like a little girl being punished for having done wrong, Dolores remained on her knees before him, her arms still tightly wrapped around his legs. She was staring at the red-tipped phallus as it licentiously pulsed before her face. The pressure of her arms and shoulders around his body forced it to stand straight up before her eyes. This was the first time she had looked at a penis this close. It's head shone a radiating crimson, and the trunk beneath was now almost as rich a red. It was so long and thick, and blue veins roadmapped their way through the entire cylindrical length of it. The thick base disappeared into a jungle of dark hair, and hanging beneath the lengthy thickness of his cock was the hair-covered wrinkly bag of his heavy balls. To Dolores, they felt as large and as heavy as golf balls. And as she stared at the wrinkled bag surrounding them, she noticed the scrotum seemed to move, to tighten, while the testicles inside swelled and enlarged. The balls leaped up and down in the heavy sac, as if angry at her for taking so long. They were filled with semen and in need of unleashing the fluid. And her mouth was apparently the only instrument able to bring that seed out. The testicles continued jumping up and down, as if letting her know they intended unleashing a flood of sperm down her throat. The mere thought made Dolores choke with disgust. In all her years of marriage she had never been made to do such a horrible thing. Ron was very understanding when it came to sex. Had she told him of the pain his cock had been causing her, he would have stopped fucking her. But this had to be the most humiliating and disgraceful thing a man wanted a woman to do.
Looking up at Nat Sealy's face, her eyes began begging and pleading, as if crawling to him for mercy, but the man's only response was to sneer and laugh. His body was bloated with fiery lust. It glittered wildly in his eyes as they swelled as his knuckled hands pressed more firmly into his hips.
"I'm not going to help you," he insisted. "I mean, you were the one who begged me to permit you to suck my cock. You're gonna have to do it without my forcing you. I mean, if I forced you, then it might look as if I was responsible for this happening. And we both know you're doing it because it's what you want to do."
Gasping, Dolores raised her face a little higher, until her tightly clamped lips were level with his penile point. She leaned back a little, letting the point stick out, and one of her hands remained on his thigh-back, her nails sinking into his flesh. Her other hand moved around front and finally gripped the throbbing penis. This was stomach-turning.
Dolores would have willingly sold her soul at that moment to escape all the horror she felt. But it appeared the devil was busy elsewhere. She knew she had to suck that cock, no matter how sick the thought made her.
She very slowly opened her trembling mouth, swallowing the heavy quantities of saliva that had pooled there out of shame. She took the pulsing penile point into her now-widely opened mouth, and the moment her tongue touched the fleshiness of it, she pulled back. A drop of warmly wet, sticky lubrication had leaked from the eye-like slit in his penis and had fallen on her tongue. She was afraid to pull her tongue into her mouth, fearing to taste the sticky substance.
"I think we'd better forget it," Sealy wickedly teased, his hand reaching for the phone again.
"No," Dolores insisted, clamping her mouth closed, rubbing the seminal drop all over her tongue, and finally forcing herself to swallow it. "No, no, I'll do it."
Her right hand firmly gripped the stanchion of his burning prick, and her head moved forward as if something was on her skull, forcing her forward against her will. Her lips parted again, and this time she took half the bulbous tip between them. The terrified woman was unable to do more for the moment but keep half the penile head between her lips as she sobbed and tears rolled down her cheeks. She had no idea what more to do, never having done this before.
"You aren't trying hard enough," Nat Sealy insisted. "I'm going to have to call a guy or two over here to help you."
The sound of his voice terrified her, and she began trying to work her lips around the rubbery helmet. This really was a thick penis, all right. It was at least as thick as her husband's, if not thicker. She wanted to push more of it into her mouth, but hers was not a wide mouth, and she found difficulty working more of it between her lips. It felt so incredibly bulky as it stretched her lips and cheeks.
Sealy was excited beyond thought. A woman was actually sucking his cock. This had never happened to him before. All semblance of normal reasoning had left his incited mind. He wanted to grab her head with both hands and cram his entire cock down her throat, but somehow he managed to contain himself. He had to make her do it, and with good reason. Joe Esquire, in the next room, had a movie camera and was taking pictures of the whole thing. It had to appear that she had begged him for the right to suck his cock, after which she had done it without his making her do so. Luckily, it wasn't a sound camera.
"Enough horsing around," Sealy gasped. "Suck the whole thing all the way into your mouth, and do it now."
Dolores, still holding his ramrod penis with one hand, dug her fingers more deeply into his thighback, and with tears tumbling down her cheeks, she rammed her head forward, gagging and choking, pushing her face so forcefully toward his body she was able to suck half the length of his throbbing penis into her tautly stretched oral cave.
Her teeth scratched along the outer skin of Sealy's solid cock making him gasp with sheer joy. Teeth were nibbling his cock. A woman's teeth. It was great. He thrilled to the painful bites as his licentious desires continued building inside him. He quivered with a sense of sadomasochistic lust.
Dolores was still sobbing and pushing her head forward again. The head of his penis lodged against her throat for a moment, and she sensed there was still room for more of his penis between her lips. She didn't have it all. Taking a deep breath, she somehow forced her gullet to relax, and she rammed her pretty head forward, taking the corona into her esophagus.
He was all the way in, and he trembled as the massive log of heated impulses worked around and around, trying to widen her pharynx as the entire length of cock, stuffed far into the tortured woman's mouth, thrilled to the contractions taking place in her gullet as she once again gagged and choked. The feeling was wildly out of this world. With a deep gasp from far inside his own chest, Nat Sealy, no longer able to keep his hands off, pressed on the back of her head as he shoved his pelvis forward, cramming every last little inch of his twitchingly aroused phallus into the depths of her agonized throat. His weightly testicles, tightly drawn up, still smacked against her chin, and her nostrils dilated uncontrollably, opening wider and wider as she inhaled the pungent scent of his groin.
Fresh tears filled Dolores's eyes, this time caused by the helpless coughing, choking, strangling sensation created by the pressure of the lascivious revolving of his penile point as it pressed against her palate and gullet. He shoved it back and forth less than two inches, and the saliva continually filling her mouth dripped all over the penis, making it wetter and wetter. And then, totally out of control, Nat Sealy began wildly fucking in and out of the woman's wide-open mouth.
It took every last bit of her willpower for Dolores, shamed and disgraced, to endure the man's urgently increasing strokes in her mouth. Little by little her lips, like her vulva, seemed to stretch, as did the interior of her mouth and throat, and the choking sensation started lessening. Her resistance also lessened. Dolores realized that allowing herself to yield to her tormentor might not be morally right, but it did spare her a tremendous amount of discomfort and pain. Sensing her willingness to continue without his urging, Sealy took his hands from her head. He slowly backed up to a chair behind him, and Dolores crawled forward on her knees, and when he plopped into the chair, she was able to hover over his penis and move her head up and down rather than forward and back. This eased the strain on her neck.
Immediately grateful for his taking the tension from her neck and head, Dolores made a tentative attempt to try and satisfy the man. She figured the more she did to make him happy, the less he would do to hurt her. That was when she realized, surprisingly enough, that her mouth was working without any conscious effort on her part. Of its own volition her lips began sucking strongly and continually at the consistently burrowing stiffness. Her mouth moved with a gentle beat all its own, opening and shutting moistly around the solidly obtruding swelling of cock. For the first time her tongue began moving, lapping tentatively at first at the underside of his penis. And each time the weighty cock pulled back, her tongue would flick at the tiny opening in the head while her teeth surrounded the corona as if trying to tug the glans from his penis. She applied very little pressure, at first, then a little more, and more, and more, noting how the man began pumping his buttocks up and down on the sofa in time to the way her head was moving. The salaciously aroused man was going wild with delight.
Dolores was starting to learn exactly what Joe Esquire already knew about her: she possessed an overpoweringly instinctive knowledge for naturally pleasing any man. She was sucking loudly now, the wickedly wet sound of her lips smacking against his penis was taking on a rapidly growing artfulness. Somewhere deep in her unconscious self Dolores realized she possessed certain natural instincts enabling her to satisfy the weirdest lusts of any and all men. Her mouth was continually working with new and different pressures, functioning without her mind. Inwardly, the golden-haired woman was grateful she was somehow being relieved of this horribly savage deed, for as her mouth continued working her brain was able to almost blot out her thinking about it. She permitted this pagan aspect of herself to have full sway over her trembling inner self. And then, in final and total abject surrender to the salaciously obscene act she was performing, her two hands began moving. The one hand that had held onto the back of his thigh slid higher, forcing itself beneath the sofa cushion, gripping his buttocks. Her other hand, which had been resting on his hairy pubis, slid lower and onto his thigh, and then lower, cupping the man's balls as she so often cupped her husband's testicles. And she found herself fondling the spheroids with as much verve as she did Ron's.
Nat Sealy's heart was thudding like the proverbial trip hammer at that moment as he continued bouncing his ass up and down on the sofa, slamming his cock into the heatedly sucking depths of the woman's widely ovaled mouth. He pounded it in with ever-increasing intensity, letting the sensitive top of his corona rasp sharply against her soft palate. He gasped through clenched teeth because of the animalistic thrills surging through him each time she pressed her head down, taking his penile point into her gullet. Vibrant shivers of lurid rapture coursed insanely through the man's totally naked body. No woman, his wife included, had ever treated him like this, before. For the first time in his life he felt like a king. And his cock was receiving the adoration it deserved from one of his female subjects. This was the way life had been meant, as far as Sealy was concerned. With this woman, once was definitely not enough. Ten times would not be enough. Dolores felt a new sense of excitement filling her own lithe form. It was rapidly mounting, burning into her spinning brain, making her, for awhile forget her shame and humiliation. She was starting to enjoy herself. Her fingers anxiously ran over the weight of his sac, and each time her head bobbed up, she gripped the exposed part of his cock in her hand and jerked twice, very quickly, before her mouth slid down, once again hooding the entire length of throbbing cock. And then her hand once again cupped his testicles, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to enhance his lust. At the same time Dolores was mewling with thrilled pleasure. The sounds came unbidden from her sucking throat on each downstroke as her inner instincts became more sure of themselves and she became more and more attuned to the obscene rhythm of the man's eagerly bouncing buttocks.
Sensing Sealy's intensifying fervor, Dolores sucked harder. She didn't know why, but for some strange, savage reason she was enjoying this primitively licentious form of lovemaking.
Nat Sealy felt the woman starting to enjoy herself. He knew she liked it from the constant sucking pressure of her moving mouth, and it made his own delight swell obscenely and enormously. His body became burningly hot as every inch of his chunky frame began redly flushing with this wonderfully forbidden lust. He continued ramming his wetly swollen cock almost unthinkingly into her sucking mouth, sensing the greed with which she chewed and fellated. He rammed his tautly straining thighs higher and higher, his own hands pressing into the sofa on either side of him to give himself leverage.
Dolores was more than merely hungry for the stiff cock being crammed into her mouth and throat. She was ravenous for it. She had become totally enveloped in the sexuality of what she was doing, thoroughly and completely enjoying herself, not, for the moment, thinking of the horrible man attached to the penis and the terrible things he had threatened to bring her this far along. A burning desire flared through her, charging through every part of her nakedly kneeling white body. She was totally lost in the continuous and steady pounding of the man's immensely thick, mouth-fucking cock. The heat between her own thighs became unbearable, and she ached for some relief of her own. The more her head bobbed, the more aroused she became as the tip of his pulsing penis touched certain nerves hidden in her pharynx. But she wondered if it was enough to bring her some kind of satisfaction as she continued her heavy sucking. She felt lost in the heavy pounding of his cock, completely absorbed in the idea of bringing this man to orgasm this way. Her own inner vaginal walls were pulsating more and more rapidly in an unconscious sympathy. She became wetter and wetter inside and felt her own vaginal secretions slowly leaking out of her and running down her thighs as her twitching cuntal lips flowered open like rose petals in a strong breeze. The swollen, hair-framed edges of her vaginal mouth expanded and contracted violently, as if the thick penis fucking into her working mouth was actually pounding into her taut pussy.
"Ummmmmm," she unconsciously hummed, sucking more and more strongly around his heavily inplunging penile flesh. "Ummmmmmmmm ... huuummmmmm!"
Her own loins were wildly rotating, churning with overpowering movements of heatedly licentious delight. Her ears were suddenly aware of Nat Sealy's heavy breathing, and she heard him constantly groaning and moaning in almost total wanton abandon as he lay back with his thighs still wide apart, his right leg now over her shoulder and kicking her up-thrust buttock as if hurrying her. He continually bucked his pelvis into her sweetly pretty face with the steady force of a steam drill as he crammed his throbbingly aroused prick ever deeper into the tight recesses of her anguished throat.
"Ohh ... myyy..." he gasped. "Ohhhhhh ... yesss ... more ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it good ... don't stopppppp ... keep suckinnnnnngggggg...."
Nat Sealy knew his satisfaction was near. He felt his heavily weighted balls swell even more as his scrotum continued tightening. He was going to shoot a load down this woman's throat, and it was going to be the heaviest load his balls ever unleashed. His scrotum continued pressing into her chin as her head crammed itself lower and lower on his penis, her lips trapping some of his curly pubic hairs. Knowing the moment was very close at hand, the man redoubled his fucking thrusts, continuing to thrust unmercifully into her mouth while the now-blindly lust-possessed young mother gripped his tautly flexing buttocks with, her left hand and with continuing abandon sucked voraciously as his swollen penis like a hungry, toothless child would suck on a banana.
Dimly in the far-off recesses of her mind, Dolores realized she was behaving like a wanton tramp, but even this didn't deter her. As horrible and stomach-turning as her enforced fellating had seemed at first, her feverishly lust-wracked body now began responding with a total lack of control.
The man's salacious needs were building a series of mounting thrills inside her in a way she had never imagined possible. It was, she knew, still as shameful and as humiliating as ever. It was evil and perverse, but she was trapped, and it was the inescapability of the situation that actually thrilled her. She had been forced to beg to suck this cock, and now she was doing it with the wildest abandon. And she was loving every moment of it. Actually loving it. These were things she should have been doing with Ron all these years, for she realized the more she sucked, the wetter her inner feminine channel became, and the more elastic her inner flesh was. The carpet on the floor between her thighs was already soaked with the lubrication dripping down her thighs. Her swollen clitoris continued wildly vellicating as if an entity unto itself. An overpowering self-destructive urge was flaring through her entire body like a wild tornado, and she found herself thrilling to the control this man had over her. It made her vagina that much wetter and more capable of taking a cock. Oh how it needed a cock inside, right now.
And then the man gripped her head as he shouted, "Ohhhhhh ... EEEYYYYYYAAAAAA-GGGGGG..."
And there it was. Thick white jets of foaming liquid suddenly spewed forth from the swollenly quivering head of the man's madly jerking penis and began relentlessly shooting down the tunnel of Dolores' wide-open gullet.
At the first intrusion of the thickly spurting sperm, Dolores found herself momentarily shocked. Her knees rubbed against the carpeting, and she would have pulled her head back had his hands not been pressing solidly on the back of her head. The force of the spermatic explosion in her throat made Dolores gurgle and gasp, and before it reached her larynx she began hastily swallowing. More and more of the white glue jetted into her mouth, firing with such intensity and in such quantities her cheeks began ballooning outward.
"Don't ... uuuggghhh ... you dare ... ohhhhhh ... spit any of it ... uhhhhhh ... out ... " Sealy cautioned, thrusting his cock into her mouth with harder attacks as it showed signs of starting to soften. Dolores had no choice, and continued swallowing rapidly, and to her amazement, found the taste not only pleasant, but exciting. An overwhelming sense of passion continued flooding through her tender body, and soon she found herself swallowing faster than he was able to fire.
And then it was over. Sealy lay there as she hungrily licked his cock and his balls, and then slurped down some drops of sperm caught in the corners of her mouth.
"I have more plans for you," Sealy murmured. "You stay here. I'm going into the next room to talk with Joe. But I'll be back."
CHAPTER FOUR
Phil Scott was unable to believe his eyes. He had climbed into the large rain barrel in the alleyway and he had peered into the Sealy living room. He had witnessed everything, and he had to admit, Dolores Raynor had the wildest body he had ever seen. He loved watching Nat Sealy humble her, and even more, he thrilled to the sight of her stuffing her face with the man's fat cock. It was thrilling.
The sight became so overpowering, as he crouched in the barrel, Phil dropped his pants and began tugging on his penis. The young boy was dying to fuck the blonde woman. He now was given his chance.
Dolores was gasping, burning up inside, but as the moments passed and she found her passion as yet unsatisfied, her "common sense" began intruding again, making her realize the horrible thing in which she had become involved. She gathered all the pieces of pictures on the living room floor and shoved them into her purse, and then gathered all her clothes together. She didn't want to take the time to dress. She had to get out.
She thought of going out the front door, but naked as she was, she decided not to do it. But if she was able to get into the alleyway between this house and the one next door, she'd be able to hide behind one of the large pine trees and put on her outer clothing, anyway.
Going to the window, she unlocked it and slid it open. It moved soundlessly. Holding her clothing against her bosom along with her purse, Dolores began climbing out the window, into the large rain barrel beneath.
Phil Scot had lowered himself in the barrel because he was afraid one or another of the occupants in the house might see him now that the scoutmaster inside had finished fucking Mrs. Raynor's mouth. That had been one helluva sight.
As he squatted in the barrel, Phil pulled on his penis and imagined his own body on top of that of Mrs. Raynor.
And then he felt the barrel suddenly rattling. There was what felt like a terrible shaking, and it bothered Phil because it not only broke into his thoughts, but disturbed the rhythm of his masturbating. He wondered if the trash collectors had come along and suddenly decided to take the barrel. Hell! It had been there for years. Why would they suddenly decide they wanted it, now.
Phil looked up, and suddenly everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Each little nuance was being transmitted from his eye to his brain and was being held there. His hand still gripped his stiff cock which, for a boy his age was pretty long and fairly thick. But as he stared upward, he saw the most unbelievable sight of all time. He was looking at a naked cunt as feet came sliding slowly into the barrel. The blonde fur around it let him know the cunt had to belong to Dolores Raynor. Who else was running around naked near here? What a cunt it was. It was even prettier than his own mother's, who, until now had the best-looking cunt Phil Scott had ever spied on. And those white, creamy thighs that were on either side of that wonderful-looking pussy. He was certain he was dreaming. What was Mrs. Raynor doing, nakedly climbing out a window into the barrel where he was hiding? Was it possible he had fallen asleep in the barrel and he was dreaming? After all, he had never seen such a creamy ass, so deliciously round and firm and plump.
This was no dream. This was happening. And this was the chance Phil Scott wanted. The sight of her wet vagina, leaking colorless fluids down her inner thighs made him feel hotter than ever, and as the woman lowered herself some more, he was able to inhale the palatable aroma, and it drove him wild with desire. This was a cunt in dire need of fucking.
Having spied on his parents, and on his father's adulterous doings, Phil knew exactly how a cunt looked in the different stages, including the passive stage, the slightly aroused stage, the strongly aroused stage-which this one was in-and the satisfied stage when, most of the time, it was dripping with sperm. This was an aroused cunt, all right. It was in dire need of fucking, and Phil Scott's cock happened to be ready to do just that.
Phil Scott thought to himself, I'm going to lose my virginity with my den mother. Oh wow!
The wet cunt and its surrounding hairs of gold were soft and aromatic and moist, exactly as Phil Scott had wanted a cunt to be. The labia were so moist that his middle finger, reaching up, had no difficulty in sliding right in, moving between them as his other hand guided the woman down. She felt so good. This was going to be a day for him to remember, forever. This sure beat jerking off while watching his father fuck his mother and all those other cunts. What a perfect pussy, and such beautiful ass-cheeks, and such a gorgeous ass-hole, too. And now that his hand slid up her body he was able to feel how heavy her large tits were, as well. He tugged her down and sat her sideways on his belly just as Dolores was preparing to let out a shriek of terror and outrage. The boy saw it coming and he clamped his free hand over her mouth, bringing her face close to his.
"It's only me, Mrs. Raynor," the boy said, and Dolores-stared at him, feeling his twitching penis rubbing against her rounded buttocks. The heat in her body intensified automatically. She felt the boy nibble on her ear as he had seen his father so often do with women.
A look of sick fear crossed Dolores's face as she realized the young boy had been following her around and spying on her. It was more than possible he had seen everything that had just taken place. Her eyes bulged frantically at the terrible thought, as the recollection of what she had done with Nat Sealy made her feel sick inside. She wanted to scream, but the boy said, "Shhhhhh! You don't want Mr. Sealy and Mr. Esquire to know where you are. If they find you, they'll drag you back inside and do more things to you. I think it'd be a good idea if you just stayed here quietly for a few minutes while I closed the window so they don't know which way you left the house."
Before Dolores was able to reply, the boy sidled up making the both of them stand as he peered into the living room. No one was there, yet. He reached up and closed the window, then hunched down in the huge barrel, pulling Dolores back on top of him as he said, "Now, if you don't talk, shout, or struggle, when they come out looking for you, they won't know where you are."
Phil Scott let his hands wander over Dolores's shuddering body, and when she wanted to say something, he merely motioned her to be silent, nodding toward the outside. She writhed as his hands felt her breasts, and she squirmed when one of his hands forced its way between her white thighs and began caressing her clitoral nodule. He leaned forward and sucked her breast into his mouth, and Dolores would have shouted her objections had the two of them not heard voices calling out, "Where'd she go?"
Joe Esquire was at the front door of Nat Sealy's house, looking this way and that, and Nat Sealy was looking down the block to the left. I'll get something on and I'll take the other direction."
"Right," Joe shouted back.
"Boy, some scout leaders they are," Phil whispered, his finger pressing deeper and deeper into her tautly wet pussy.
Dolores wriggled, unable to help herself as she felt his finger moving in and out, in and out, making her wetter and hotter. Her mind returned to the session she had just had with Nat Sealy, and just thinking about it made her salivate.
No! she thought to herself. I'm too wanton, already. I have to bring myself back under control.
"Stay quiet," Phil Scott warned her. "You don't want those guys to hear you. Now, just slide around, because this barrel is confining."
Reluctantly, the boy took his hand from her vagina, his finger wetly dripping with a heavy quantity of her secretions. Then he took one of her legs and passed it over his head so the two were sitting in the large barrel facing one another. As he did so, 'he stared at her delightful nest of love, seeing the way the lips seemed to throw pouting kisses to him. His hard young cock reared its pink head, as if snorting in anticipation.
Why me? Dolores cried to herself, asking the age-old question of all innocents. How and why can this be happening to me? The shock had totally overwhelmed her when she realized there was someone else in the barrel. At first she had frozen with fright, thinking one of the two men had sneaked outside and had climbed into the barrel to watch her through the living room window, and was grabbing her when she climbed out the window. She had trembled with silent fear, slowly sliding down into the barrel. The hand grabbing her butterfly lips, and the finger sliding into her, wriggling around and making her shudder and tremble, and then the small hand that smelled as if it had been touching a penis that was clamped over her mouth, and the youthful voice from the young cub scout and the invitation to share his secure hiding place in the barrel, had all rapidly descended on her in a series of continuous shocks.
And now the boy was in the process of attempting to rape her as well. This was ridiculous. Her leg was over his head, on the other side of him, and his wide boyish eyes were staring into the depths of her vagina. Now she was being pulled toward him as he actually bent her legs around his body and pulled her onto his lap. She was trapped, and she knew it. There was no way out.
No, there was no escape at this point. like a rat she was caught in another trap, and this time because of her own stupidity. All she'd had to do was look inside the barrel before climbing out the window. But did she? No! And the only part of her body that was going to benefit from all this was the interior of her vagina because her conscience was already trying to close her intestines to what was about to take place.
"Phil Scott," she whispered, "you stop this immediately. Just what do you think you're doing?"
"You know damn well what I'm doing, Mrs. Raynor," he replied. "And if you object, you can climb out of the barrel and put your clothes on and start heading for home. But if those two guys don't get you, you can bet I'll be telling all the guys in the pack, including your son, what I saw take place, today."
"You wouldn't. . . " she gasped.
"You know I would," he replied.
Dolores leaned back against her side of the barrel and inhaled deeply, trying to fill her lungs with air. Phil's hands reached under her, filling themselves with her ass-cheeks, lifting her higher, pulling her closer.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked
"You ... uhhhhh ... know damn well what I'm doing ... uhhhhh ... and you can't scream ... ohhhhhh . ... either. . . "
He was lowering her now, and Dolores felt her vagina being invaded by a penis that, though she was unable to see it in the dark, was made larger than reality by her imagination. Phil had built his hard cock up by hand, and he'd done a good job of that. For a moment her clenching vaginal muscles made her inner entryway too narrow, and a lance of white-hot pain shot through the woman. Then she realized she was being speared by a teen aged boy, and his penis simply wasn't that big. And as she realized it, her wet inner channel relaxed, opening just enough to contain the slender reed the boy was forcing into her. She gasped, feeling it push deeper and deeper into her, and for the first time understood that all the pain she had felt with her husband had been in her mind more than anywhere else. She remembered now, Darla, her youngest, had been an unexpected baby, and she was constantly afraid of pregnancy again, and it was this fear that had kept her vagina so tight. She had forgotten that on her last visit to the gynecologist she'd had an IUD put into her. Pregnancy was impossible. In fact, her subconscious must have remembered the IUD when she had been fucked by Joe Esquire, and that was why her tunnel had eventually painlessly widened. And that was why, in the future, she would never again feel pain.
"Ohhhhhh boyyyyy..." the youngster gasped as he writhed a little, thrilling to the feel of his cock surrounded by her moistly soft vaginal flesh.
"Now that feels really good," and he took his hands from under her buttocks, letting her settle in his lap as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so he was able to feel her full breasts pressing into his shirtfront. Having been dropped, Dolores felt the full length of the young boy's hard cock push into her, filling her with a trillion thrills.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped, breathing deeply, and she opened her mouth to gasp again when the boy leaned forward and kissed her much the way he'd seen his father do with all the women he sported with.
Dolores wanted to pull away from the boy, but she knew if she struggled too violently, the movement might attract attention to the barrel. So she suffered his kisses, then, when he finally took his mouth away, she whispered, "Phil, this isn't right and you know it."
"You know," Phil replied, quietly. "You're absolutely right. There is something wrong." And he lowered his head and began sucking on her nipples, first the right, then the left, and then he pushed them together and sucked on the two nipples at once.
Dolores had no choice but to sit there quietly gasping, impaled on the sturdy penis of the youth who so treacherously held onto her. He was a nasty, obscene little boy, and she was undecided as to whether she wanted to die of shame or simply finish the coital contact as the youthful root probed ever deeper into her tightly moist chamber. When his mouth came up to kiss hers, she found herself responding, and she writhed and squirmed as his hands continued pawing her firm breasts. When he started kissing her throat and took his hands from her breasts, her pink-tipped mounds of pleasure began bouncing wildly, hitting him against his own smoothly boyish chest. The hardness of her nipples made the young boy burn with greater desire than ever. Once again he lowered his head and grabbed her left teat, sucking it into his mouth, chewing hungrily on the hardened little capsule of erect nipple. At the same moment, his anxious penis, which had been soaking in the wonderful juices of her tight vagina, quivered and jerked inside her, triggering responses in Dolores who, having been aroused by the sucking of Nat Sealy's penis, was at her wit's end, trapped between her moralistic upbringing and the need for a rousing climax. Her vagina, aching with need, sabotaged the rest of her, and she yielded, unwillingly, to the needs of her quivering body.
Her two nipples were stiffer and harder than they had ever been before; one being constantly sucked by the now young man, and the other being amateurishly manipulated by his fingers. Dolores realized the lower half of her body was working against her will, churning and revolving, grinding around the flesh pestle probing into her.
Stop it this instant! her mind screamed to her.
Do you realize what you're doing? You're lodged in a barrel, totally naked, with a neurotic boy hardly more than your son's age, and you're sitting on his penis, committing a statutory rape, yourself. You must stop it! But the thrills building in her shuddering breasts mocked her as they went on being tweaked, bitten, and orally loved. And at that moment thrills shot through her clitoris, and the treacherous organ joined with her womb and her hips as the little member peered out from its canopy of flesh, demanding it, too, be caressed. Electric thrills burned through Dolores's body.
" H h h h h h u u u u u n n n n n h h hhh ... uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh ... ggguuunnnhhh..." she continually moaned and gasped, her panting breath keeping perfect time with the way the young boy was sucking on her nipples. The boy's mouth moved in rhythm to the way his hard cock throbbed inside her, and the throbbing caused Dolores to violently rotate her buttocks and gyrate her hips. Vague sounds of Joe Esquire's and Nat Sealy's voices reached her ears, letting her know the two men were still searching for her, moving farther and farther away from the house.
The memory of Nat Sealy's cock in her mouth made Dolores shudder with lust. Much as she hated the man, she had poured oral affection all over his member. Had it not been for that man, she wouldn't be here, now, in this barrel, writhing on Phil Scott's youthful prick. Any cry for help on her part would only result in something even worse. Whether it was Esquire, Sealy, or someone else who peered into the barrel and saw her nakedly sitting on this boy's cock, she was in trouble. Being caught this way would be the most humiliating thing of all. At the moment, her only choice was to follow this through to its conclusion, then get out of the barrel, dress, and hurry home as quickly as possible.
Too, her vagina was sodden and filled with lubrication, and because of the way her mouth had worked on Sealy's cock, her cunt was in dire need of total satisfaction. Explosions of lust were still going off inside her. Because of Joe Esquire's mouth and cock, she had once again discovered what it was like to truly enjoy an orgasm, and her body, hungry for a good one without pain for so long, was now eager and anxious for more. Her vagina had become alive, a voraciously hungry mouth eager to kiss and suck all lengths and breadths of penises. At the moment it was teasing and slurping around the full length of young Phil Scott's penis. And only the fact that Phil had masturbated twice that day, earlier, prevented him from firing his sperm into her, then and there. Her vaginal lips kissed the young boy's hairless pelvis, and then the entire interior of her vagina, past the cervix, was puckering around the hard cock it was enfolding, sucking and tugging it deeper into her yearning interior.
The lips of her vagina diligently worked at the base of the boy's penis and pulled what few slender strands of pubic hair that were starting to grow out of him as her weight forced his youthful testicles to scrunch beneath her buttocks. Further inside the deep recesses of her body, Dolores's trembling vaginal tunnel shuddered and churned like the sensuous throat of a python, playing with every inch of the boy's hardened cock. The boy's penis was barely long enough to reach the opening to her womb, and her cervix expanded and contracted around the pink helmet, keeping time with the movement of her cunt lips as it maddeningly sucked his glans.
"Oh Gee, golly," the boy gasped. "You are the wildest, Mrs. Raynor, the absolute wildest. I'm lucky I'm as young as I am. Boy, I'll bet you'd kill someone like my old man. It's so cramped in here I can't move. Your cunt's so tight it feels like it's gonna bite my cock off."
The voices outside were getting fainter and fainter, and Dolores was certain they had gone around the corner. This might be her chance to get away. All she had to do was find a way to become unattached from the boy beneath her.
Fire was raging in the turbulent depths of her vagina, and lava was flowing into her nipples, not blood. The boy's mouth was building thrills in her breasts, just as his moving cock was causing flames to burn all the more brightly in the swamp of her vagina. She needed satisfaction. Between what Sealy had made her do, and the attention she was receiving from this perverse little neurotic she was no longer able to remain quietly content. She needed an orgasm, and she needed one now. Using her knees against the barrel walls for leverage, she managed to raise her buttocks high enough to tug his penis halfway out of her. Then by relaxing the pressure of her knees, she fell back down again, filling herself with the staunchly rigid organ. By continually applying pressure with her knees to the sides of the barrel, she was able to keep on raising and lowering herself, driving the small penis into her vagina.
"Gee, Mrs, Raynor, you are terrific," the boy gasped. "Boy, you really know how to keep your ass wiggling. Not even my mom can shake her ass the way you do."
"Your mother?" Dolores asked.
"Oh, hell, I see what you mean. No ... uhhhhhh ... I don't ball my mom. But I watch her go at it with the old man. She ain't half as good as you, believe me. Come on, Mrs. Raynor, we're here, my you-know-what is you-know-where, so let's have ourselves one really good fuck."
As the boy spoke, Dolores used her knees against the side of the barrel again, forcing herself up, and then Phil pressed his own feet against the barrel, tugging his buttocks back until his glans was the only part of his solid penis still buried in the woman. He took dead aim, then drove the full length of his throbbing penis into the tightness of her tender womb.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssss..." Dolores inadvertently hissed, letting the boy know she was getting as much from all this as he. The swollen head of the penis ran the full length of her burning vaginal passage. It slammed against her cervix, and rather than slide past it, the penis rammed into the tiny opening as if intent on forcing its way into her uterus. "Ohhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... " she gasped. "I-I-I-I-Itttt feeeeellllssss so w-o-o-o-o-o-nnnnderrrrrfulllll...."
"Glad you like it, Mrs. Raynor ... " the boy gasped. "I wanna make you happy, honest."
He continued pushing his feet against the barrel from the inside, and Dolores used her knees to keep herself lifted up. This allowed the boy to pump just the tip of his penis in and out of her softly quaking inner lips, making her all the more inflamed.
"Why don't you ride all the way down again?" the boy asked.
"I will," she assured him. "I just want to make certain the oils from the both of us are enough to keep me slippery, inside."
The impatient boy wrapped his hands around Dolores's buttocks and he tugged her closer to him, burying his hard penis into her taut depths with as much power as possible. Wet as she was, there was always just enough sweetly delicious resistance.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, thrilling to the pressure of the cylindrical penis riding into her. Her inner channel once again took up the task of slurping away on the boy's slick cock.
"That's just the way I feel," the boy gasped, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Golly, I gotta keep fucking into you, Mis. Raynor, so brace yourself, cause I'm gonna start some heavy pounding."
Having declared his intentions, the young boy prepared to carry them out. His fingers dug into the rounded softness of the woman's buttocks, lifting her just a little, then bracing his feet against the barrel for leverage, he proceeded to pump furiously, slamming, cramming, and jamming his throbbing penis into her sucking depths. His entire cock slid wetly in and out of her, the full length moving in and out, in and out. The walls of the woman's tight vagina furiously fought to cling to the moving piston, fighting it each time it retreated, then gleefully swallowing it all up, ingesting the entire length of flesh and muscle, once again intent on keeping all of it buried inside her, only to be foiled again.
Dolores's hips and buttocks were out of control, even though the boy's hands were tightly clinging to them. Her movements made Phil Scott shudder and quiver. Soon they were going through a rhythmic undulation as her buttocks continued gyrating and rotating. Her grasping vagina rotated
wildly, rolling this way and that. Every nerve in the young boy's penis was tingling. The two of them wildly slamming into one another was more than the old rain barrel was able to withstand. It was starting to rock with their motions, teetering first one way, then another, increasing the sensuous delight of the occupants inside.
Phil's fingers dug convulsively into the shuddering cheeks of the lady's buttocks repeatedly stabbing themselves into her gluteal flesh, and in desperation Dolores reached out with her hands and gripped the top of the barrel. Her legs were getting cramped wound around Phil's body, and though it was impossible for her to straighten them out, she did manage to raise them until her toes were also gripping the top of the barrel. Now, with her hands and feet holding onto the barrel's upper rim, she had all the leverage she needed. Now she'd be able to fuck to her heart's content, not to mention that of the young boy whose cock was buried in her.
One of the boy's fingers probed between her buttocks, as the boy remembered seeing something else his father always did. His moving forefinger found the woman's virginal anus buried deeply between her pale, rounded globes. His forefinger continued playing at the rim of her tight ass-hole as his solid penis continued sliding its full length in and out of her sucking vagina. Moisture from her flooded cunt washed all over the finger. Suddenly, without saying a thing to the older woman, the boy jammed his finger past the relaxed sphincter of her anus at the same time his penis slammed all the way in so that his heavy testicles whacked the backs of her pretty thighs, all in a single convulsive thrust.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... myyyyyyyyy ... goodnesssssssss ... uhhhhhhh..." Dolores gasped, as she felt her interior contact and then dilate all at once. It was as if lightning had come down from the clear blue sky, striking her in her rectum. Her abrupt, upward leap, coupled with the torque gyrated by their constant moving, was too much for the barrel. It was unable to remain standing as it tilted over, backward.
Dolores was suddenly flat on her back with the young boy now sprawled all over her, his probing finger fully thrust into her rectum, and his young penis completely buried in her vagina, and one of her breasts sucked a third of the way down his own throat. His stiff penis bucked as he rotated his hips, and her own hips responded, churning with him. And that was when the barrel joined in, rolling slowly ... first to the left ... then to the right. It accented the boy's every thrust as well as the young mother's responsive parries. From slow, cadent gyrations, their tempo intensified as the increased torque of the rolling barrel drove the young boy's hardened cock deeper and deeper. He slammed wickedly into her taut vagina, panting as he continued sucking her nipple.
Now Phil got a second finger into Dolores's tight anus. It fitted tightly alongside the one already thrust into her, and this caused her to speed up her own churning movements. Suddenly she was the one on top, and it was she who, with the leverage gained from the way her fingers and toes gripped the rim of the barrel, was driving her vagina and her torn rectum, forcing his stiff prick and his two fingers deeper and deeper into her hot body. The sounds of her clinging vagina, slurping and gurgling as it clung to his penis, only made the woman that much more aroused.
The thrilling sensations were building higher and higher in Dolores. She realized the fingers in her anus were enhancing the thrills she was feeling, and she realized that the young boy was about to build a new orgasm in her, more powerful than anything she had ever felt, perhaps because parts of him were massaging more than one sensual part of her at a time. These were all things Ron, her husband, had wanted to do with her at one time or another, and she had constantly refused. She had discovered what it was like to have an orgasm when a man's mouth kissed her vagina, and she had even learned it was possible to feel aroused with a man's penis lodged in her throat, and had no doubt she'd be able to reach some kind of climax that way, as well. Now, somehow, she'd have to ease into this kind of physical relationship with her husband, so her vagina would remain elastic enough for his penis.
Phil's working penis was building the thrills in her body higher and higher. Soon her entire system would totally explode and she would be shattered into a million pieces. That was precisely what she wanted to happen as she pressed her hands and feet all the more firmly around the barrel's rim. She bore down with all her strength and power, and the boy responded by hurling his own fulcrum at her so that the entire top of his penis scraped along her entire upper vaginal wall. Her nervous system was screaming for more.
The barrel did another hundred-and-eighty-degree rollover putting Phil Scott back in the driver's seat. The young boy had really learned from watching his father, and he showed how he knew his stuff, pounding into her with greater authority than Joe Esquire had used when fucking into her cunt, or when Nat Sealy had fucked into the narrowness of her gullet. He might have been neurotic, but he certainly knew how to use his body.
Once again the barrel rolled, moving slowly, yet always stopping with one of them on the bottom and the other on top. This time Dolores had command of the situation as she rode her tight vagina down around the boy's up-thrust cock.
The barrel was picking up momentum on each roll, and now started moving all by itself. It continually rolled, moving along the length of the alleyway toward the rear, giving them turns at being on top and doing the moving. Each pounded against the other, fucking like mad. First Dolores would ride her inner vaginal center down around the thrusting penis, and then the boy would be doing all the work, backing and filling, backing and filling.
The two of them had no words left as they gasped, pounding against one another, gasping, sighing, groaning, building the orgasmic passions in their bodies to incredible heights. They violently slammed against one another as the barrel rolled its way to the end of the alley, hit the garage door, then began rolling back again. It started toward the street at a slight decline, picking up speed as it went because of the natural slope. And because of the increase in speed, each of them was on top for a shorter period of time. As a result, the stroking was shorter and quicker so that each was able to make maximum use of the barrel's assistance. Because of their movement, long before the barrel reached the street, it angled off to the side, and as a result, it hit the wall of Nat Sealy's house, did a slight spin, and then began rolling back down the alley again. Because of the various angles at which they were fucking into one another, Phil Scott's penis would massage one wall of her vagina as it went in, then it would massage the opposite wall on the way out. The boy's mouth chewed all the more strongly on her breast, literally gnawing on the nipple as if it were a bone. Thrills charged through Dolores at a fantastic rate, and she was so incensed with lust, it never occurred to her to feel ridiculous. She felt a freedom of sexuality within her she had never known before, and even if it was only for the moment, she intended enjoying herself to the fullest.
Dolores felt her climax starting to swell inside her as never before. Her anal channel squeezed around the two fingers still digging inside as the barrel spun around again and began rolling toward the street. They rolled and tumbled together, with her feet pressing all the more firmly against the barrel staves as her buttocks either rode the boy's fingers, or his throbbing penis injected itself into her body. Phil Scott had his right hand around her back, pulling Dolores even closer to him as they pounded away at one another.
"Oooooooooooh..." the young boy gasped, the sounds squeezing out of him as he moved more and more wildly, determined to shred the woman's cunt to torn flesh as he fucked. "I'm ... uhhhhh ... gonna come ... gonna come ... oh yeah..."
Dolores no longer heard the boy. There was a tremendous rumbling in her ears. The whole world seemed to turn red.
The barrel was stopped by one of the pine trees in the alleyway with the boy on top, and he began fucking into her even more wildly.
"OHHHHHHHHH.. WWWWWWOWWWWWW-WWAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! ! " the young boy screamed, pumping more and more wildly into her.
Dolores jammed her mouth into the top of the boy's head, his hair reaching into her throat and partially gagging the high-pitched scream building in her. "EEEEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAAAR-RRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH!! ! " her muffled scream sounded, moving back into her throat since it was unable to come out. She shuddered and trembled, her arms releasing the barrel and clutching Phil closer to her.
The world was a series of eruptions and explosions. She bucked and bounced wildly for uncounted eons as the orgasm continued flooding through her. And then, for a brief span, she passed out.
When she finally came to, Dolores felt the boy's penis had shriveled to where it had fallen out of her, and her breast was no longer in his mouth. Somehow she managed to crawl out of the barrel and Phil Scott crawled out, as well. The two of them were shielded from the street by the huge tree against which the barrel now lay. Dolores hurriedly dressed as the boy pulled his underwear and then his pants on. Grabbing her purse, she hurried to the end of the alley and peered out. The street was empty. She hurried toward her house, feeling the boy's semen starting to fall out of her, into her panties. She hurried inside and upstairs and hastily took a bath, sobbing, hating herself for all that had happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
The time had come for Dolores to take stock of herself. She wasn't a street tramp, no matter how much she enjoyed being fucked by Joe and the young boy. With her head clear, she realized the boy would not dare say anything about what he had seen because he lacked proof. And with no proof he'd be committed to some asylum or other for daring to make such horrible accusations. Her big problem was Joe Esquire, who had all those photos. Sooner or later her husband was bound to find out what was happening. Once that happened, she would lose him, her children, and her entire happiness. She had to find a way out of this horrible situation. Otherwise she might just as well go and kill herself.
She already felt more than a little guilty for having enjoyed what had happened. There had to be a way to get the two men off her back once and for all.
That night, there was a meeting of the Republican Club, and Dolores, with her husband, attended. They always attended. Here there was no chance of her running into men like Joe Esquire or Nat Sealy. The men here were almost as straitlaced as the women. It was Ron who was the staunch Republican. Dolores liked to think of herself as a free-thinker, picking the man she believed best for the job rather than voting along strict party lines.
It was at the club meeting that she was first introduced to video tape camera as someone demonstrated the advantages of it and how best to use it at the upcoming local convention. She didn't think too much about it at the time, though her husband jokingly said they ought to buy one so they could take pictures of themselves in the bedroom. The mere thought of sex made Dolores very nervous. Because of her nervousness, when she and her husband returned home, and he insisted on making love to her, she became very uptight, and for the first time in their married life, she firmly insisted he not make love to her. Ron, always the considerate husband, acquiesced. Nor did she allow him to touch her the following morning.
Her period arrived that day, and for the next five days she was untouchable. To her son's dismay she gave up being a den mother.
A week went by, and then another, and Dolores wasn't bothered by either Joe Esquire or Nat Sealy. And Phil Scott, though aching for her, somehow seemed to understand she had no intention of giving herself to him, again.
It was on a Friday afternoon, while she was at the supermarket, that the two scoutmasters encountered her again. It was obvious to her they had selected that particular moment to talk to her, and in a crowded supermarket it would simply look like neighbors who met by accident.
"Just what do you want?" Dolores asked.
"Aw come on," Joe laughed. "By now you know what we want. And don't give us any jazz about you're not being interested in that, anymore. While you were with Nat, I got some great movies of you begging him to blow him, and then you blowing him."
"I'll save a lot of talk," Nat Sealy interrupted. "Tomorrow's Saturday. Your husband plays golf every Saturday morning. We want to play with f you. This time we want you to take on the two of us, together."
"So you can take more pictures?" she asked.
"No more pictures," Joe promised. "I'll even give you back the first sets of pictures I took, negatives included."
"What about those movies you took?" she asked.
"I'll give you the movie negatives, too," Joe nodded. "But I'm holding onto the straight film."
"Please," Dolores said, lowering her voice. "I'll do anything if only you'll give me the movies, too."
"That's just it," Sealy told her. "If we give you the movies, then you'll be doing absolutely nothing. No, we'll hold onto the movie, if only to have something nice to look at every now and again. You see, you're hot stuff, Dolores. I want to get to know you better and better as the years go by."
"Have a heart," she pleaded.
"We're more interested in having a cunt ... your cunt," Esquire told her. "So how about you come over to my house, tomorrow once your old man has headed for the golf links."
Dolores looked at their smiling faces and she knew they'd never let her go. The only way to get away from them would be to find some kind of a lever. And that was when she thought of the Sony Beta-Max demonstration she had seen. Ron had been kidding about buying one. But at that moment, she decided she wanted one.
"No," she told the two men. "After my husband has gone with my kids, I want the two of you to come to my house. That's the only way I'll play."
"Fair enough," Nat Sealy nodded.
"You got a deal," Joe Esquire nodded.
CHAPTER SIX
The salesman was more than happy to show Dolores how best to use the video camera. He also showed her how to use a strong elastic band on the gun-type handle when she wanted to be in the picture, herself. Two hours of continuous tape could be recorded. Dolores, after practicing with the machine, herself, finally bought the full machine with two reels of tape. She insisted on taking it home, herself.
Once home, she lugged everything upstairs into her bedroom. She told her son, Martin, she wanted to play a joke on Daddy, and had the boy, who was very handy with tools, cut a hole in her closet door just large enough to poke the lens of the video camera through. Then she had the boy build a small shelf on the back of the closet door with a board, two braces, and some screws. The video camera fit very nicely on the shelf, with the gun-type handle hanging down. Then Dolores practiced with the video camera, making certain it was aimed at the bed. She used the elastic band and then went and sat on the bed. The mere idea of what was about to happen the next day made her shiver. She didn't want to go through with it, but if everything worked out, this would be the last time. They would leave her alone from now on.
That night, for the first time, feeling some hope of ending this nightmare, she was able to eat a good supper. She stayed up and watched some TV, afterward, and when her husband hinted he wanted her body, she agreed. And while he was in the bathroom, showering, she set up the video camera. If it worked with Ron, it would work the next day, as well.
Ron made love slowly, passionately to her that night, surprised she didn't put up the usual resistance. And when it was over, he felt so drained, he immediately fell off to sleep. Dolores got up, stopped the video camera, then went to bed.
The following morning, Ron awoke early, showered, dressed, waited for the three children, then drove them to their grandparents' house, a few miles away. That was when he remembered he hadn't put his golf clubs in the trunk of the car. And so he headed for home, thinking to pick them up and hurry to the links. He parked in front of the house and was about to go inside when he saw Maggie Esquire, his next-door neighbor, a relative newly-wed-married less than a year-standing in front of her house wearing a tight pink blouse and a pair of hot pants.
"Morning," he greeted.
"And to you," she smiled back. She had blonde hair, a pug nose that looked as if a plastic surgeon had once worked on it, and bright green eyes. Her lips were full and formed a natural pout.
Although Ron Raynor had never cheated on his wife, he had often thought about it. His work, which he enjoyed immensely, was one of the reasons why he didn't cheat. He simply didn't have the time. Not that Dolores wasn't more than enough for him, but he did have the urge to "taste" another woman just to be able to appreciate something different.
"How come you're back home so early?" she asked.
"Oh, I ... uhhhhhh ... forgot my golf clubs."
"And you're going back into the house to get them?"
"Well that was the general idea," he nodded. "I wouldn't go in there just now," Maggie told him.
"Why not?" he asked. "You ever drink in the morning."
"Not as a rule." . "Look, come on inside for a while and keep me company, huh!"
"Well ... I don't know..." Ron shrugged. "You can always play golf, Mr. Raynor. I'm sure the links will still be there."
Ron had to admit he wanted to, he really wanted to, a lot. Hell, after the go-round he'd had with Dolores the previous night, he was all set for more that morning, only she had been fast asleep. Now he had really been hot for her. And here was this sexy female oozing with desire, letting him know she was his for the taking. Damn right he would take advantage of it. If his wife looked out the window and saw the car, he'd think up a reasonable explanation. Hell! He was a lawyer.
"You coming?" Maggie asked, turning and heading inside.
"You bet," Ron nodded, and followed her in.
There was a nice lived-in air in the small house. He was standing in the living room, and Maggie nodded toward the silver tray on the low credenza, across the room. He walked across and sat on the sofa, beneath the window, pulling down the shade, blocking out the early morning sun.
Ron's eyes lingered on her swollen breasts as they strained against the very thin fabric of her sheer pink blouse. She lay with her head against the sofa-back, her full breasts thrust straight out, saying, "You'll find ice cubes in the bucket next to the bottles. Make me a double anything." Her eyes, long-lashed and sultry, pulled Ron's eyes from her full breasts like magnets. It was obvious the blonde was looking forward to what was going to take place between the two of them.
Ron made two drinks and handed one of them to the lovely woman. "You have a nice place here," he told her.
"It's home," she shrugged. "We like it."
"You've done a nice job with the furniture," he complimented, not really knowing what to say.
Maggie patted the sofa cushion beside her, saying, "Sit down and relax, Lawyer Raynor. I have this problem I want you to handle."
She tossed off her entire drink with one big swallow, then put her glass down on the end table and held her hand out, indicating she wanted to share Ron's drink rather than have him build her another.
"Well," Ron nodded, "I ... uhhhhhh ... have been known to solve problems in my time, though I very rarely have the opportunity to help lovely ladies like yourself, since I deal in corporate law." The drink had made him talkative.
He sat, and Maggie's head rolled along the top of the back of the sofa until it came to rest on his shoulder. The scent from her golden hair was maddening. She whispered, "My husband won't be back for quite awhile.
Ron gripped the edge of the glass with his teeth to stop shaking as he slowly gulped what was left down his throat. He wondered for a moment if he ought to be there, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"Where'd he go?" Ron asked, once again not really knowing what to say.
"He went somewhere with Nat Sealy, the scoutmaster."
"Oh!" Ron nodded.
Maggie started rubbing her head against the man's shoulder, and one of her hands was creeping like a scuttling crab ever so lightly along his legs. The man felt his penis swell and become stiffer than stone, a rigidly pulsating animal tightly trapped against his thigh, throbbing hotly. And a moment later the blonde woman's hand discovered this for itself as it softly but firmly closed around the shaft, transmitting the heat from its palm to him.
Somehow, Ron managed to get rid of the glass he was holding, though he never did remember how, and a moment later the lovely woman was in his arms, her open mouth searching for his, her slick tongue plunging wildly, like a flaming serpent, between his lips. Her hand squeezed all the more tightly, then relaxed, only to tightly clasp him again a moment later. The pressure of her fingers transmitted the mute desperation in the woman as she firmly ground her teeth against his with wildly passionate fury. The fingers of his right hand, as if moving of their own will, searched for, and finally found the buttons in back of her blouse and were slowly undoing them, one at a time. After opening each one, his hand moved down to the next one, and soon he was tugging the blouse from the top of her hotp'ants. Now only bare flesh and the band of her brassiere was touched by his fingers.
Maggie brought her hand up suddenly, releasing the grip it had on his throbbing cock. She began fumbling, reaching for, and finally finding the buckle of his belt. Her hand moved frenziedly, her lips still locked against his, her full breasts violently heaving against his chest.
This woman was behaving the way Dolores used to behave, many, many years ago. Most of the times his wife fought him, making him ravage her, and he had to admit he loved it. Last night she had been sweet and gentle. But this woman was a savage, attacking him more than he was attacking her. Now the fire in her was burning him up.
Maggie abruptly broke the kiss and her lips quickly went to his ear, her breath like wisps of flame. "The bedroom," she whispered. "Let's not ruin this. The bedroom is the one place that's really right." Her voice was a throaty whisper as she stood up, gripping Ron's hands, tugging him after her. He followed her, moving like a man mesmerized.
Slowly-still tightly locked in a clinching embrace-they moved toward the unlit hallway of the house as dim daylight filtered in through drawn shades from the various rooms. After what seemed like forever, the two reached the bedroom doorway. Maggie's hands had been busily at work, unbuttoning, unzipping, unhooking, and as Ron watched, completely fascinated, she peeled away one layer of cloth after another, revealing her lush nakedness to his gaping eyes. There was the least little bit of light in the room coming from behind drawn curtains, but it was enough for him to very clearly see the tautly thrusting nipples of her satiny supple breasts. Though her mammaries were full and round, they weren't quite as big as those of his own wife. Nevertheless, they stood up very nicely. As she slowly, sensuously rolled the nylon fabric of her panties over her beautifully rounded thighs, the softly dark triangle of her pubic hair came into view. It was obvious she was not a natural blonde.
Dropping her panties to the floor, Maggie stepped out of them. Then she fell to her knees in front of Ron, her hands frantically working at his belt, hurriedly tugging his pants down around his ankles, pulling his shorts down along with them. His throbbing penis sprang out as if from a slingshot as she freed it from bondage. She sat back on her heels for a moment, staring at it. Then she slowly began creeping forward on her knees, lifting her breasts with both hands, leaning forward and pressing the warmly soft flesh of her rounded mammaries against the swollen spar of his throbbing penis, capturing its length between them. Ron had to admit it was one helluva great feeling-one he had never experienced before since Dolores was always one for simple cock-in-cunt fucking. But judging from Maggie's outward enjoyment, she was finding this as delightful as he.
Gripping his turgid cock tightly in the sweet clasp of her smoothly silken breasts, Maggie sighed, rubbing it up and down. Then she began rocking slowly back and forth, turning a little one way, then another, still tightly clamping his cock between the heated swells of her teats. Ron felt his organ blazing as blood continued madly pumping into its solidly muscular length. The tip, swollen and purple, seemed larger than it had ever been, before, about to burst as it rode in and out of the velvety crevice she had formed with the pressure of her palms. Up and down, up and down, and then she stopped her movement on the downstroke, squeezing the flesh of her breasts very tightly around the base of his throbbing penis-her hardening nipples now pressing into the juncture where his legs joined his body-and she began voraciously licking with her knowledgeable tongue. The wetly flaming oral digit slurped its pinkly slippery length around and around the broadly swollen glans as the purple helmet proudly protruded from between her breasts to be captured by her sucking lips.
Ron tore out of the rest of his clothing, reached down, gripped her shoulders, and yanked her to her feet. He thrilled to the sensation of his surging cock as it slid along her body until it lay rigidly upright between their bodies, pressuring against the bleached blonde's flat belly. Maggie began sighing, gasping, moaning and undulating her body against his, a low wailing sound deep in her throat, making her sound like a burning bitch in heat as she clung tightly to him, grinding her hips slowly, pressing herself even more closely to him, letting him know exactly how much she desired him.
Maggie's entire body began shuddering violently, and she moved back a little, just enough to fit a hand between them. Ron felt her warm fingers once again close over the powerfully throbbing erection, bending it down, down, down and a little to one side, pushing it forcibly, inexorably into the burning crevice between her inflamed thighs. He bent his knees a little, lowering his body slightly, and the woman expertly guided the hardened column of flesh into perfect position, pressing it solidly in the flaming fulcrum of her body, holding it securely, almost painfully against her delightfully incredible, hotly burning, wetly dripping vagina. He felt his now-slippery glans rearing upward like a lion, resting itself in the division between her ass-cheeks.
The softly mustached wetness of her dripping cunt lips was pressing anxiously and hotly downward against the swollen column like a wide open, hungry mouth as she began thrusting her body back and forth, each time pulling back a little more, letting her wet lips drip on the full length of the hard column she held captured between her taut thighs. She literally soaked the pulsing organ from glans to testicles with her heated vaginal oils.
This made him flex his penis repeatedly, and it jerked wildly in reflex at every stroke, the throbbing head appearing to struggle more sharply upward each time it was thrust with deliberate slowness across the flamingly heated entrance to her cuntal oven. It was a kind of sexual tantalizing. Ron had never experienced this kind of teasing before-his wife always being too lady-like to do anything like this. His swollen testicles were gathering billows of pressure more and more rapidly because of this new sensation. The intensity became so powerful he thought his balls would literally explode and fire the imprisoned sperm in every direction.
Abruptly, Ron gripped Maggie's ass-cheeks with both hands. He began squeezing the buttocks very forcefully, squeezing to make her stop her movement. His inability to withstand what she was doing seemed to amuse Maggie. She tilted her pretty head back a little, smiling a wanton smile at him as she tensed her thighs spastically on the solid muscle on which she now stood astride. Her cunt pressed down all the more firmly on it as if it were a wooden sawhorse instead of a cock.
Still smiling, she began teasing in a little girl voice, "What is the matter, Ronnie?" She was talking with the voice of a three-year-old, while behaving like an oversexed bitch. She whispered, "Is the big, stwong man afwaid he's gonna bwow his load all over the fwoor? Doesn't the big, stwong man wanna fuck little Maggie? Hmmmm?" And she nuzzled her lips against his partly open mouth, her tongue darting like a quick pink flame. She pulled her head to one side, then licked her way toward his neck as she dropped her soft voice to bare whisper. "Okay, big strong man, Maggie will now allow you to fuck her. Put it in me, Ron. Put that big, fat, juicy cock all the way into my creamy cunt. You're built twice as thick as Joe. Fuck me, you son of a bitch ... fuck me, now!"
Little by little the pressure in his testicles had eased. His hands were still gripping her buttocks. He was squeezing them harder and harder as he began lifting her slowly higher. Maggie locked both her arms around his neck, holding tight for support. Inch by slow, tantalizing inch her ready vagina moved higher, the throbbingly taut shaft of his shuddering cock following obediently, the angle increasing more and more sharply as the weight of her body withdrew. The searching, slippery head was sliding ever closer to the entrance of her inflamed cunt.
Gasping, the hot air expelled swiftly and strongly from his enlarged lungs, Ron felt the satin smoothness of the woman's heatedly wet inner lips making sucking sounds as her shuddering vaginal tunnel closed fluidly over the end of his penis. Her inner walls clutched the honey-slick head in their sucking grip. The woman's entire body began quaking uncontrollably as the blood-bloated penile point pushed securely into her frothing womanly container, allowing him to feel the powerful muscles within slowly start to contract as they fiercely clung to the thick shaft, gripping it around the corona. She trembled continually, pressing herself against him, holding onto the man as if with desperation.
Using her arms around Ron's neck for leverage, Maggie started to slowly move, kicking her legs as she lifted her torso just enough to make the maddeningly throbbing penis slide a little deeper, then back, moving it in and out of the sucking grasp of her tightly vising cunt. Her thighs spread a bit, surrounding him a bit more as her legs swung back and forth, while her arms gripped the back of his neck that much more tightly, allowing her to move faster and faster. The thrilling cap of his cock massaged the roof of her vagina, bringing the beautiful bleached blonde closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Please!" she gasped, and all but leaped up, wrapping her thighs tightly around his waist. What goes up must come down, and so it was with Maggie's vagina. She had hurled it high when wrapping her thighs tightly around Ron's waist, and now it came plummeting down, sinking every last solid inch of his thick penis far into her throbbing belly. She hung there for an instant in time, completely impaled on his masculinity, panting heavily with her face resting against his shoulder. Maggie was totally lost in the thrill, feeling the delicious pleasure of being staked on such a thick masculine organ. She shuddered, feeling the entire length and breadth of it totally buried in her weeping feminine depths, throbbing vibrantly in her soft sponginess. The soft tangle of her brown pubic hair mingled with Ron's darker pelvic curls as she pressed her marvelous vagina even more strongly downward, forcing herself so tightly against him, the man was able to feel the delicately curlicued inner labia of her sweet pussy sucking at the flesh of his penis where it was joined to his scrotum.
Supporting the woman's buttocks with both hands, he slowly moved toward the bed. Her deliciously naked body bobbed back and forth, rhythmically, in short jerks on the stiffness of his pulsating shaft as he walked. His knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he slowly leaned forward, putting all his weight on his knees. Leaning forward, Ron gently lowered her until she was flat on her back with his phallic probe still buried far inside her. Ron thought her weight might snap his penis off at the base, the intense pressure causing it to bend sharply downward.
Maggie nearly went insane, gasping, sighing, moaning and thrashing her head this way and that, her thighs tightly clamped to his hips and her calves interlaced behind his back. She was unable to stay still any longer, and she started fucking insanely even before he was able to get into position above her. He fell across her and lunged so deeply into her, they both felt his balls smack loudly against her upturned buttocks. She groaned again, and as he began solidly fucking into her, matched him stroke for stroke with an insane frenzy of her own. Her flickering tongue, like a wild flame was shooting in and out of his mouth keeping perfect time with the way his penis was continually invading the wet smoothness of her tight cunt.
She arched her back like a drawn longbow, and then she lifted her perfect little ass completely off the mattress, holding it in midair, supporting his body as she rode his rampant cock in a wild fury, whipping her twitching buttocks back and forth like a wild piston. The slickly steaming walls of her blast furnace were sucking the heavy lubrication from his thrusting cock, and every movement of the savage suction her pussy was creating intensified all along its heated length. Ron felt himself sunk into the hilt. He was deep, really deep. There was no way for him to plunge in deeper, not even if he had another eight inches. His probing phallus was throbbing like a second beating heart.
Each time Maggie twitched the muscles in the walls of her tight vagina, Ron answered by flexing his cock and making it throb. His stone-solid shaft of muscle jerked, and she responded by tightening her abdominal muscles against the pulsating head of the deeply probing penis. The strokes were swift and short, she, dropping her pelvis a mere inch, making his rod slip out by that much, after which she rammed upward again with her rotating pelvis, and his shaft slammed down again.
First a slow, tantalizing movement-then a wickedly solid thrust-a quick jab-then a withdrawal-out, then-back, then forth, driving home into the sweetly sucking depths of her shuddering cunt. The woman began wildly undulating her hips as if they were on swivels, moving her cunt around and around his probing prick, paying obeisance to the throbbing muscle of his phallic wand. His shaft kept shooting into her like an arrow from a powerful bow, hitting the sweet "bull's-eye of her wet vaginal walls as her body continued wantonly pulling him into her.
Maggie's hard-pointed breasts were like tiny daggers, stabbing at him as she whipped her body against him. He was grinding deeper and deeper, delving into depths of licentious delight. He pressed his palms into the mattress and stiffened his arms, careful not to dislodge his probe from her sweet funnel, and then he bent his head and wrapped his lips around her left nipple. He frantically sucked on them as she fucked up and down against his shuddering cock. The pair of them rose arid fell on the bed like two people suddenly bound together inside a single skin.
Her vagina was devouring his cock hungrily, and her nipples and aureoles darkened, looking like two dark centers against two bright moons. Her breasts were glistening mounds of vanilla topped by a black cherry sauce, each with a ruby in the center.
Maggie's hands reached out and clutched Ron's buttocks, digging slender fingers with long nails into his gluteal skin. But Ron never felt her nails. All he was aware of was the tight clutch of her sucking vagina.
He rode her high, scraping the top of his helmet-like glans against the roof of her vagina, and then he fucked her low, punching his penis ever deeper into the sweet slickness of her syrupy swamp. His hips rotated again and again as he scraped all of her vaginal walls at once with the thickness of his meaty cock. She rolled her head with delight, twirling her tight little ass against the mattress.
"If you ever did this for a living, you'd make millions," Ron gasped, holding her against his body as the talented muscles in her cunt rippled around his cock like fingers dancing on harp strings.
Maggie's vagina took complete control of her body and her lower abdominal muscles began wildly rippling. Her velvet-lined vagina was something too good to be true as far as Ron was concerned. Not that she was better than Dolores. But she was different. And that difference made it worthwhile. She was like a twenty-one jeweled watch with her pussy built on ball-bearings. He smashed like a pile driver into the depths of her sucking cunt. The pubic hairs of their bodies intermingled and tangled in the juices that flowed from her steaming vagina. His hand once again reached under her and took a firm grip on her buttocks as his mouth continued seeking hers, his tongue continually lunging into her oral opening. Their tongues intertwined as her cunt continued sucking on his throbbing penis, and her vagina seemed to be singing out a joyful message.
They continued fucking for what seemed like hours, and then suddenly reached the peak of the mountain together. He wildly clawed at her buttocks as he bellowed, "AAAAAYYYYYAAA-A A A A A A G G G G G H H H H H ... HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... GGGAAAGGGHHH!! ! " The roar from his throat was like that of an animal that the very instant the wildly cadent rhythm her cunt was beating out against his penis hesitated for perhaps a fraction of a second as her entire body seemed to freeze and shudder in its onslaught of ecstasy, growing rigid in every tensed muscle. Then Maggie slammed her buttocks upward in a single ferocious powering, savagely grinding her tender Mount of Venus against the man's pelvis, rotating her hips wildly and releasing a loud scream as her orgasm literally blasted through her body.
" AAAAAIIIII YYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH ... A AAA ANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHM!" she bellowed, shrieking her head off in the dim bedroom.
The swollen head of his thrusting cock drove deep into her belly and burst in a fireball of exploding sperm. His balls were drawn up tight against the throbbing base of his shuddering shaft, pumping the sperm into her magnificent vagina with incredible force.
They writhed together as his hard shank continued firing into the sucking tightness of her inner vessel. For some reason he was unable to fathom, Ron continued unleashing torrents of the white glue. This was all the more amazing considering he had fucked his own wife the previous night. There was something about Maggie Esquire that made the factories in his balls work overtime, creating more and more sperm.
"Uhhhh ... uhhhhh..." she gasped. "You ... uhhhhh ... are ... uhhhhnnnnhhhh ... unbelievable. Oh! Your cock is so fat and it fills me like I've ... ohhhhhh ... never been filled ... before."
Slowly but surely the grinding machine that was their two bodies came to a complete halt. He lay on top of her, "topping off her tank, feeling his penis slowly finally starting to shrink. She bore his weight easily, panting heavily from their mutual exertions as he gasped, sucking in air. After awhile he rolled off her and simply lay there, resting.
"Don't go..." she muttered.
"What about your husband," he panted. "He might come home at any moment."
"Fat chance," she replied. "I know where the son of a bitch is. You might say I'm doing to him what he's doing to me."
"You mean he's cheating on you?"
"Yes," she nodded. "And when I've regained my strength, you're going to hear the whole sordid story ... at least what I found out from a little scout."
"That ought to be interesting," Ron murmured.
"More interesting than you'd believe possible."
Less than two minutes after Ron Raynor left the house, both Nat Sealy and Joe Esquire, wearing tee shirts and dungarees, were lightly tapping on Dolores's front door. When she let them in, she saw Joe was carrying a movie projector. He handed her an envelope containing the negative reel and all the negatives and still shots he had made. Dolores burned all of it in the fireplace. Then she locked the front door, and led the way up to her bedroom. She had taken the precaution of starting the video camera, with a fresh reel of videotape, when she'd heard the two men tapping at her front door. They used the wall opposite the bed as a screen. Then, while Joe set the machine up on a night table and started it going, Dolores, still wearing only her bathrobe, sat on the bed with Nat Sealy sitting on her right.
"I'm glad you've decided to be sensible," he whispered. x
"The two of you are revolting," Dolores snapped.
"You're coming to hasty conclusions again," Nat laughed. "By the way, how did you get away so quickly the other day?"
She reddened, refusing to answer as she saw herself and the man beside her up on the screen. They were both dressed at that point. But the knowledge of what she was going to see began setting her on fire, and she felt her blood starting to pound in her temples.
Oh! she thought. I'm really becoming depraved. But I have to do this ... go through all this one more time. She was glad the picture being thrown on the wall was out of the video camera's line of sight.
Her attention was drawn to the movie of herself and Sealy.
IN THE FILM, DOLORES HAD HER PROFILE TO THE CAMERA. SHE WAS TALKING ANGRILY, STAMPING HER FOOT. NAT SEALY, ALSO IN PROFILE, NODDED HIS HEAD. WHAT HE AND SHE WERE SAYING WAS ALL BUT IMPOSSIBLE TO DISTINGUISH, BUT HIS HEAD WAS NODDING, AND HE WAS REMOVING HIS CLOTHING. SOON HE WAS STANDING NAKEDLY BEFORE HER.
Dolores was amazed at how distorted the camera made things appear. Her anger and foot-stamping had been her insistence that she wanted nothing more to do with Sealy, and that she was going to take her son out of his scout pack for being so disgusting. When he had smiled it was to assure her she would do no such thing. But on the screen it appeared as if she was angry at him because he was still dressed. As a result, he seemed to agree to undress, and then stripped off his clothes.
"You sure look like one hot little bitch," Sealy whispered in her ear, and Dolores turned her head away from him, her face looking at the video camera, making a moue of disgust as if he had suggested something terrible. Two could play at the game of appearances. Because they were on the second floor, the window curtains had been left open, and there was just enough light slanting across the bed for her facial expressions to be clearly picked up by the video camera.
Then Joe Esquire flopped on the bed on the other side of her, and Dolores feigned a look of horrified fright. It made Esquire throw his head back and laugh.
"I'm glad you aren't wearing a brassiere," Sealy said to her, reaching an arm around her shoulder and dipping a hand into her robe to fill his palm with her breast. She writhed and made another face, making certain the video camera picked it up.
After a while he started tugging the top of her robe down, revealing her breasts. Dolores appeared to be struggling, and he insisted she stay still. She turned to look at the movie.
NAT SEALY WAS LAUGHING. HE WAS STANDING NEAR THE TELEPHONE, PICKING IT UP, AS IF INTENT ON CALLING IN A REPLACEMENT FOR DOLORES. DOLORES FELL TO HER KNEES AND SEEMED TO BE BEGGING HIM NOT TO MAKE THE CALL. HER FACE WAS IN THREE-QUARTER VIEW TO THE CAMERA, AND THE CAMERA ANGLE SHOWED SEALY FROM THE REAR, REVEALING TWO PIMPLES ON HIS BUTTOCKS. DOLORES'S ARMS WENT AROUND HIS LEGS AND SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY BEGGING AND PLEADING WITH HIM.
Watching herself, Dolores reddened. She was very clearly able to see herself mouthing the words-"Let me suck your penis." To anyone with half an eye it was obvious she was begging to suck the man's cock. The sight was disgraceful, and anyone seeing it would easily believe the worst of her.
Sealy was still kneading her nipple with his fingers as her naked upper half lay back against his arm. Her nipple was stiffening and becoming erect under his consistent manipulating.
The sight was burning holes in her body. She felt sexual heat building higher and higher in her as she saw her own image on the screen, now undressed, pleading to suck the man's hard cock.
What she saw next both angered and excited her. Because there was no sound, it appeared as if her pleading to suck the scoutmaster's cock was about to receive a positive response.
DOLORES LEANED FORWARD, THE UPWARD-POINTING TIP OF NAT SEALY'S HARD COCK JUST BELOW HER CHIN. SHE BACKED OFF JUST A LITTLE, ALLOWING THE PENIS TO DIP LOWER UNTIL IT WAS LEVEL WITH HER LIPS. SHE HESITATED, APPEARING TO BE TEASING THE MAN, HIS OWN HANDS BY HIS SIDES. AND THEN SHE MOVED HER HEAD FORWARD, OPENING HER MOUTH, TAKING IN HALF THE PENILE HEAD. HER LIPS WERE WIDELY STRETCHED.
As she stared, Dolores wondered how she was able to force such thickness between her lips. Her entire mouth had been stretched. She hated herself for having done that at which she was looking, but she had to admit the sight made her burn with desire, as well. Had she been looking at movies of any other woman fellating a man it would not have appeared nearly as exciting and arousing. Looking at her mouth pushing forward, engulfing more and more of Nat Sealy's immense staff made her shudder with heavy desire.
Her conscience suddenly cut in, once again reminding her she wasn't here to enjoy what she was looking at. Rather she was here to turn the tables on these two, once and for all. Her marriage, her happiness, her very life ... all were at stake. She began feeling some of her old revulsion, and she writhed, trying to free herself, remembering suddenly that her video-camera setup had a microphone attachment and was equipped with sound.
"This is smut, filth," she snapped. "You know you forced me into all this. I don't have to watch this."
"The hell you don't," Joe Esquire yelled. "I was real careful of the way I took those pictures when Nat forced you to blow him. It looks real good, like you really wanted to do it and was begging him. Now you just watch, or else we'll show this movie to your husband. So make up your mind ... either we fuck ... or you're outta luck."
"You're a pair of real bastards," she snapped.
Sealy replied by rolling on top of her, pressing her down on the bed, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue a whip invading her mouth, slicing through the barrier of her biting teeth. He bore her backward and down until her head hit the mattress. His hands slid under the bottom of her robe, still belted at the waist, his fingers scuttling up and down her warmly smooth thighs, finally coming to the softly curling genital mound. She was still wearing her panties, but Sealy didn't let them get in the way. He tugged down the sheer seat coverings and insinuated a finger into her moistly open slit. The finger sought, and finally found, her tiny enshrined clitoris. He began rubbing and massaging it, making it emerge from its skin cocoon.
Remembering the video camera, she twisted her head with a look of agony on her face and gasped, "Don't do this ... please ... have pity...."
"We ain't got time for pity," Joe Esquire told her, getting to his feet and starting to undress. "We got you by the short and curlies...."
"Stop it!" Dolores gasped. "You're so filthy, so depraved..."
"We just aren't inhibited," Sealy insisted.
All during this time, Sealy had affectionately fingered her vellicating clitoris, his finger tickling it with light feathering strokes. She began moving her buttocks in small, rotating circles, unable to help herself. The mounting sensations tore through her with the sharpness of a razor, all converging on the tender spot his titillating finger was massaging.
Dolores was fast losing control of herself, again. In spite of the urgings of her conscience, the manual stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, combined with the wonderfully salacious sight of her sucking Nat Sealy's cock, added to the knowledge that what they did would be recorded, too. She would be able to look at all this in the future, after using it to prove to her husband she was being forcibly taken.. This was going to be her last shot at infidelity. While still looking as if she was being attacked and forced to comply, the smart thing would be to enjoy it to the utmost. She would be the only one to really know that she was truly being thrilled by all this.
Nat Sealy moved his mouth lower, kissing her breasts, running his slavering lips all over her nipples. Soon he was taking the whole areola into his mouth, pulling on her left breast, wildly sucking, biting with his teeth, making the nipple stand up more stiffly than ever before. Then he paid tribute to her other nipple, biting, chewing, and building fires in her that made her burn more hotly than ever before. Dolores had never realized what turbulent flames were inside her. Sealy's hands were at her waist, undoing her sash, slipping her robe off, and once again she was totally naked. Once again it was the moment of moments. Again Sealy's finger tantalized her sensitive clitoris, and though her face, once more turned toward the video camera, grimaced, she uttered a silent gasp of delight in spite of herself. Her body was a flaming kiln of heat ... a blaze that was impossible to extinguish ... a pillar of fire that threatened to totally consume her. She was at the point where she was unable to do anything-she was totally helpless, unable to stop these two strangers from having their way with her.
Joe Esquire had had to go to the bathroom. She was temporarily alone with Nat Sealy, who was now on his feet and undressing. She stared at his throbbing cock once he was undressed, totally dumbfounded by the sight of it. She saw herself sucking the whole thing into her mouth, pulling it down her throat, gagging on it, and she was astonished that she was able to do such a thing. Comparing the real penis to the one in the movie they were watching, she decided Sealy's cock had grown another quarter of an inch in breadth.
"Wow!" she gasped. "That's such an awful, monstrous thing."
"Looks like you'll have to acquaint yourself with it all over again," Sealy laughed. And before the woman knew what was happening, Sealy was on top of her, his legs straddling her arms, his hardened cock directly over her face. He leaned forward, so his belly was pressing against the top of her head. He gripped the headboard with his hands as his knees cruelly dug into her biceps, and he said, "Come on, Dolores. You know the routine, by now. Start sucking and making it nice and wet. Use your teeth like you did the last time ... nip it a little. Just make sure you don't bite too hard."
Taking a deep breath, Dolores managed to slide her arms out from under his pressing knees, and she reached up, saying, "Just remember ... you are forcing me to do this."
"Don't get technical at a time like this," he snapped. "Just start sucking, honey."
Dolores gripped what she thought of as his loathsome instrument in her clutching hands, tugging on the firm length until she had the red point of his throbbing cock against her lips. This time she slid it inside with no effort whatsoever. Her mouth felt stretched, but she was so inwardly anxious to do this again, she began allowing her jaws and cheeks to pout as she slurped all over the throbbing organ. She swirled her tongue around and around the hardened member, filling her narrow mouth with it, occasionally pulling her lips back so her tongue-tip was able to bathe the tiny slit.
Sealy pulled his cock out of her mouth, and before Dolores realized what was happening, he spun around, once again forced his cock into her mouth, then buried his face into the depths of her steaming vagina, sucking and slurping. This was the first opportunity he'd had to lick a pussy. His wife would never allow him to do such a horrible thing. And he proceeded to eat voraciously, slurping and licking and lapping like a starved lion. His tongue washed over her clitoral bud again and again, licking wildly. The combination of her cunt being lapped while she sucked on the huge penis was overwhelming her. Against the harangues of her mind her body began wildly reacting. She thrust her hips up to him repeatedly and rhythmically, her coral-lined trench on fire. Sucking heartily, her vagina began begging for more of the man's sensuous tongue.
Oh my! she thought. It's happening again ... I don't want to feel these things ... but this man is doing things to make me want him ... it feels so good ... so good ... ummmmmm ... wonderful ... can't help myself ... uhhhhhh ... this is crazy ... really crazy ... uhhhhhh ... s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... goooooodddddduuuuuu hhhhhh ... I've lost all control ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... ohhhhhh myyyyyy goodnessssss....
The sounds of their lovemaking fdled the room, and suddenly Sealy, who had never enjoyed a soixante-neuf before, lost all control. He raised his dripping face from the flustered depths of her dripping vagina, and shouted, "My! I'MMMMMM ... UHHHHHH ... COMMMIIINNNGGGUUUHHH ... AAARRRGGGHHH..." And he pounded his cock down again and again into the woman's sucking mouth.
Once again Dolores tasted the man's spurting sperm, drinking all of it down hurriedly, finding herself thirsting for more. For the first time, Dolores was acutely conscious of the smallest squeak coming from her bedsprings as Sealy pounded his shooting penis into her mouth again and again. She sucked strongly, aching to feel his tongue in her vagina. She was nowhere near an orgasm, but the taste of his spurting seed made her yearn for one.
"Fuck me," she whispered in a low voice, taking her mouth from Sealy's penis, feeling his white fluid hit her cheeks and eyebrows.
"Ohhhhhh ... suck me, you bitch!" Sealy gasped. "Get your mouth back on my cock. Suck!"
"I'm on fire," Dolores cried. "Oh! First you force me into this, and then you arouse me, and finally you leave me unsatisfied. This is cruel."
"Oh shit!" Sealy snorted, rolling off her, getting to his feet as Joe walked back into the room.
"Aw come on," Joe snapped at Sealy. "You fucked her mouth the last time. I wanted to do it, this time. Shee-it, man! You have no class. Looks like I'm gonna have to take the cherry in her ass."
"What are you talking about?" Dolores asked, staring at him with curiosity.
"Get up on your hands and knees, baby," he told her. "I'm gonna jam the whole length of my cock into the tightness of your pretty ass."
"You're completely insane," she gasped. "No man in his right mind would do that to a woman."
"Hell, I ass-fuck my wife all the time," Joe insisted.
"No!" Dolores insisted. "Absolutely not! I ... can't do that. You'll kill me."
"Hey, now come on," Joe snapped, his voice heavy with impatience and anger. "You do as I say, or hubby'll see this movie before the day is out."
"You're both a pair of monsters," Dolores told them, a sob welling up in her throat.
"Oh shit!" Joe snapped. "More bullshit! All right, let's stop all this, right now. You go get yourself dressed while I get this film ready to show your old man."
"You'd do it, too," she gasped, shuddering with a combination of fright and the need for a climax.
"Better believe it," Joe told her, reaching into the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the rack, and throwing it to her so she'd be able to wipe Sealy's semen off her face.
"I ... I just don't really seem to have any choice, do I," Dolores flatly stated. "All right," she sobbed, scalding tears now pouring down her cheeks, running into the corners of her mouth where she licked the saltiness away with her tongue.
Anyone watching the scene would have been convinced of the heartlessness of the two men as Dolores, seemingly lost and in the power of both of them, simply nodded.
"You just keep looking at the way you sucked off Nat, here, in that movie," Joe told her.
Moving with what appeared to be great reluctance, she knelt on the bed facing the foot, looking at the movie. Joe moved behind her, looking at the rounded globes of her pretty ass-cheeks. With a forefinger, he probed the soft dark crease between her white ass mounds until he found the puckered brown ring of her trembling anus. His other hand gripped one of her ass-cheeks and pulled it to the side. His probing finger found the tiny, button-like hole, and he worked the tip of the digit inside, pushing ... pushing ... pushing with constant pressure. And then, with a sudden thrust, he jammed the entire finger into her rectum.
"Owwwwww..." Dolores cried out. "That hurts!"
"Shaddup!" Joe snapped, and he began working his linger around and around in the tight sponginess of her rectal interior until he felt the ring of her sphincter slowly relax. Dolores, having been impaled on two of Phil Scott's fingers, anally, was able to withstand Joe Esquire's probing digit. She was even able to take a second finger pushing into her rectum. And then, his fingers abruptly withdrew.
"Now," Joe grunted, "we give you a taste of the real thing."
Reaching beneath her, pressing into her sodden vagina with his fingers, he found her to be a seething swamp, hot and ready. Probing inside with two fingers, he withdrew them and used the wetness to moisten her anus. He repeated this process a half dozen times, occasionally rubbing some of her natural lubricity all over his hard cock, as well. With the thumbs of both hands, he spread the two cheeks of her ass, cruelly exposing the round anal ring, the pink sphincter beyond the brown crinkle. Then he placed the tip of his throbbing penis, swollen and pulsing with blood, against the defenseless little entry way.
Joe pushed again, and he forced the head of his prick into her, sending it surging through the tight sphincter. He jammed hard, pushing until his corona was inside her. Then, and only then, did he stop.
Joe flexed the head of his penis a dozen times, and each time brought a new groan of pain from Dolores. He gripped her hips tightly, and with a powerful thrust, he crammed the entire length of his solid penis into her, driving into the rubbery membranes making up her rear tunnel. The thrust forced her inner rectum to cruelly expand as the head of his cock reached into her large intestine. And when he began pulling back, the brown inner crinkle was pulled out, making her screech and tremble. Then he thrust in again and remained that way, letting her anal canal adjust to his cock. Dolores wept, inwardly thankful it wasn't Nat Sealy's cock driving into her rectum. Sealy was so much thicker than Joe Esquire.
No!" Dolores gasped. "It feels like an oak log ... oh please ... please ... stop this now ... don't go on ... don't do this anymore..." she wailed.
Joe knelt on the bed behind her, leaning back a little, gripping her hips firmly, and then he began thrusting his own loins back and forth with short, quick strokes, feeling the clasping anal muscles tightly constrict around his plunging pole. Gradually, he increased his stroking into her ass, lengthening his thrusts, cadently fucking into the tightness of her rectum. The sensations building in his body intensified with every fabulous thrust.
"Come on!" Joe ordered. "Move that ass and start fucking back against me."
Blindly, obediently, Dolores thrust her buttocks back against the man's thighs. As each moment passed, she discovered the pain was lessening. The sensations invading her rectum were delicious shivers of sexual desire. At first, she thought she might be a masochist, actually enjoying the pain in her back passage. But as time continued drifting by, she realized her enjoyment had nothing to do with pain. Her interior was being flash-flooded with sexual arousal. The entire region of her pelvis, inside and out, was aroused. Her vagina was dripping with lubrication, awaiting satisfaction, and her clitoris swelled and stretched, begging to be massaged, too. She wanted to be filled in all her holes at once, though she had no idea why this strange urge had invaded her. She started wiggling her hips in wild abandon, raising her buttocks higher and higher, making it easier for Joe to plunge into her. The pleasurable sensations were mixing with painful ones, but the pain was still decreasing, little by little fading to where it was ot only bearable, but actually disappearing.
What is it with me? she wondered. What's making me behave this way? My God! I want it! I really want it! I need it! But this is crazy! It's unnatural! I have to fight this feeling ... I'll go completely crazy, soon ... I'll have to have it every time I make love ... and it's wrong ... really wrong and unnatural ... Aloud she gasped, "More ... I want more..."
The sight of her being sodomized had done something really strange to Nat Sealy. It had built a hard-on on him after he'd already come. This hadn't happened since he was a teenager.
He jumped on the bed and slid his torso beneath that of the kneeling woman. His buttocks felt the slimy wetness of her dripping vaginal secretions. His knees spread her lower thighs wider, making Dolores's lower half move a little lower, her clinging ass greedily holding onto Joe Esquire's penis, making him move with her. Little by little her vagina dropped until it felt the head of Sealy's cock thrust between the slavering inner lips. Lower, lower, the penile point began pushing into the slushy vagina, parting the inner walls like the Red Sea, opening her.
Dolores realized the pressure of Joe Esquire's cock in her ass made her vagina tighter than ever, and Nat Sealy's thick penis, pushing in, should have hurt her more than her husband's cock. But her vaginal walls were more elastic than ever, and they stretched, admitting the probing penis. And Sealy's hands went to her groin, his thumbs pressing her inner lips wider apart, his right thumb stroking her clitoris, making the penis-like organ even more rigid.
Streaking charges of electricity burst through Dolores as she realized she was feeling a series of multiple mini-orgasms. Not one of them was big enough to make her shout out her pleasure, but rather whetted her sexual appetite making her want more and more and more. Her hands were on either side of Nat Sealy's body, and she thrust them deeply into the mattress to give her the leverage she needed to bounce up and down on Nat Sealy's cock while Joe Esquire kept thrusting his penis back and forth in her rectum. Sensation built on sensations, as she realized her body would shortly explode as never before. Two penises!! ! Two penises were in her body at the same time. This was fabulous.
"Hey, who knows when your husband will be home," Ron told her. "The last thing we want is to be caught in flagrante delicto."
"Always the lawyer," Maggie laughed. "Well, don't worry. It'll be some time before Joe gets home. And even if he did catch us, he's the last one to play the outraged husband ... especially with you."
"That's the second time you've hinted at your husband's screwing around on the outside. Maggie, are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to tell you something without getting Joe hurt or your wife in trouble," Maggie replied.
"My wife? Dolores? Maggie..."
"There's no delicate way for me to put it,"
Maggie said to him. "Maybe you'd better go home, after all. I'd rather you find out that way, than from me."
She was lying on the bed with her hands clasped behind her head, her naked body shimmering with satisfaction. Not that her husband wasn't an admirable lover. But she had enjoyed making it with another man, even if this would be her last time with this particular man.
Ron hurriedly dressed, not able to understand what Maggie was talking about. He left the small house and hurried next door, to his own house. Entering, he closed the door behind him and silently climbed the stairs, following the strange gasping sounds he heard. The bedroom door was partially open, and he ran inside to see his wife sandwiched between the two men. On the wall he saw a movie and recognized Dolores as one of the participants in the film. She was blowing a man ... the same man who lay beneath her, fucking into her cunt at that moment. This was utterly unbelievable. His Dolores, the woman whom he had fucked all over the house as well as on the front lawn and in the backyard ... who always insisted the proper place for a cock was a cunt ... was taking one cock in her ass, and on the screen she was taking a cock in her mouth.
How long had she been cheating on him this way? he wondered. Why was she willing to do all these things with other men, but not him? She was a hypocrite. And the thought angered Ron Raynor.
Joe Esquire looked up and saw the lawyer as Ron started stripping down. He was terrified and would have pulled out had Dolores's ass-hole permitted. But his cock was swollen, and Nat Sealy's cock, in her cunt, made her ass-hole even tighter, so that each time he tried pulling out, her sphincter gripped his corona and sucked him back in. Esquire thought the attorney might dig out a gun from some drawer and blow his head off.
But no! Ron Raynor was displaying a huge erection ... a cock as thick as Sealy's and as long as his own. The guy was hung like a horse. And he was ignoring both, Joe and Sealy.
Ron kneeled at the foot of the bed, noticing Dolores's eyes were tightly shut as she savored the movement of the two phalluses invading her body. Well, hell! If those lips were good enough to suck another man's cock, they sure as shit were good enough to suck his. It was time for him to feel just how good his cheating little hypocrite of a wife was able to suck.
With his groin directly in front of her face, he grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to open her mouth. But before any scream came out, his cock was sliding in, cramming all the way to the deepest part of her throat, sliding into her gullet with an ease Ron found unbelievable. She was swallowing his entire length of thick cock.
"There, you bitch!" he snapped, grinding the length of his penis deeper into her pharynx. "Now do you have enough cock?"
"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh ... aaaaaggggghhhhhrrrrraaacccchhhhh!" the beautiful blonde woman gurgled. What have I done! She thought. Ron! He's crazy ... insane ... trying to strangle me with his cock ... and I deserve it for being unfaithful to him!
She continued gurgling, struggling to breathe, inhaling through widely distended nostrils, thrilling to the aroma of her husband's groin. She was so aroused she never realized the scent of Maggie Esquire still lingered in his pubic hairs. The pressure of the thick cock in her throat set off another series of mini-orgasms that made her body wildly rock. She loved every bit of what was happening to her, wrong though it might be. Yes, she loved having all three openings stopped with cock. It was marvelously wonderful. She churned and bucked, moving her mouth back and forth automatically on her husband's swollen organ, realizing it was the tastiest cock she had ever known, as well as the thickest and the longest. Her husband was plunging into her with more and more vehemence.
Ron hated her for her cheating, but even as he wildly fucked into her sucking mouth, feeling the unbelievable way her lips and tongue tugged at his cock, he realized his hate stemmed from his love for her. His hands gripped her ears and he rammed his groin into her beautiful face, trying to hit her small, upturned nose with his hairy pelvis, feeling her tongue tickle his testicles as her lips sucked wildly on his pulsating prick.
Dolores felt herself filled and fulfilled ... all at the same time. She knew this would be her last time with three men. Even if Ron chose not to forgive her and divorce her she was certain she'd never be able to let something like this happen to her again. So she chose to open her mind to what was happening, determined to fully enjoy everything.
"Go on!" Ron roared. "Shoot into her traitorous ass."
"EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHH..." the man bellowed, and Dolores felt flaming sperm being pumped into the depths of her seething rectum. It set off something deep inside her, and she realized she was undergoing a rectal climax, and she wiggled her body from side to side as she gurgled, "AAAAARRRRRKKKKKGG-GGGLLLLLAAAAAGGGGGHH-HHH A A ACCCHHH!" around the cock she was still wildly sucking.
Nat Sealy was next, unleashing his sperm into her tightly crushing vagina. "EEEEEYYYYYOWWWWWAAAAAWWWWWAAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! " he bellowed.
This set off Dolores's vaginal orgasm while her body was still in the throes of the climax built up in her rectum. She bounced wildly all over the place, and gagged out, "YYYYYAAAAA ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGGLLLLL-UUUUUMMMMMPHHHHHHHHR-RRRGGGGHHHH!! ! "
She heard her scream dimly, from far away as if in a dream. Her body bucked insanely all over the bed, her ass-hole and her cunt tightly clinging to the shooting penises already softening. Her vulva clamped on Nat Sealy's penis with such strength, the man was certain Dolores's cunt would chew his cock to pieces.
Ron was like a machine as he continued driving his well-oiled penile piston into the tightness of her gagging throat, plunging in repeatedly, driving until he thought he might ram his cock through her medulla and out the back of her neck. He pounded wildly into her sucking mouth, enjoying the sensation as he never had, before. Just as her cunt was incomparable, so his wife's mouth had an unbelievably tight quality about it.
And then Ron was shooting, firing his flashing load of white fluid down his wife's throat, and he felt her esophagus constrict as she began lustily swallowing all he had to offer. Since he'd fucked Maggie Esquire less than two hours earlier, the amount of fluid he fired down her throat was considerably less than he'd wanted. But Dolores was so caught up with the sucking of her husband's cock, she swallowed without noticing the quantity. And as her husband shouted wildly, she felt her third overpowering orgasm fill her, reaching from her throat into her vagina.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bedroom was quiet, now. Nat Sealy and Joe Esquire had made a hasty departure, taking their clothing, but leaving everything else. Ron, still naked, re-wound the film on the projector and ran it again, watching what appeared to be his wife pleading with Nat Sealy to blow him. Dolores, equally naked, lay mutely on the bed, her anus and her vagina leaking the sperm of the two men who were gone, and her tongue still tasting the residue of her husband's fluid.
"I don't believe this," Ron snapped while the picture was still running. "All those years you fed me bullshit about not wanting to do anything other than cock-in-cunt fucking. Oh sure, we tried one helluva lot of positions, but still, every time I wanted to suck your pussy you kept talking about what a filthy thing that was. I never even dared broach the subject of you sucking my cock. And then to come in here and find you being ass-fucked by what's-his-name ... well hell, I can't believe all this."
"Ron," she said, "when you've finished looking at that 'home movie' made by Joe Esquire, will you allow the defense an opportunity to speak?"
Ron looked at her, thinking that with her blonde hair disheveled, and sperm leaking out of her, and sweat covering her body, she looked even more sexy. Shrugging, he finally nodded, saying, "I don't know what you have to say, Dolores, but sure, I'll listen."
"I could talk from now until tomorrow," she told him, "and it wouldn't do much good. But I think I have a defense which will convince even you that I was forced into this."
"Produce your evidence," Ron insisted.
Dolores rose from the bed, went to the closet, and stopped the video camera. Her husband stared, wide-eyed. "You mean you've been taking pictures, too?" he asked.
As she threaded the videotape onto the playback machine, Dolores explained everything that had happened, to her husband. Then she attached the playback machine to the TV set in their bedroom and started the tape. Ron watched, seeing the agony written all over his wife's face on the TV screen as she was forced to comply with both, Nat Sealy and Joe Esquire.
When it was all over, she turned off the set and asked, "Now do you believe me?"
"Yes," he nodded. "I'm sorry, honey. I ought never to have doubted you in the first place."
"Well then," she said to him, "suppose you prove you forgive me by spending the rest of the afternoon in bed with me. Though the two of them forced me to do all those things, I think I learned well enough so that I can do all these things with you, from now on. If nothing else, they freed my mind from all the foolish old taboos my mother taught me. I can promise you nothing but a lot of even better times from now on."
"Hey, you've got a deal," he agreed.
"You know," she said to him. "It's wonderful to have a loving husband who understands as readily as you do."
"You're really lucky," Ron nodded, getting into bed with her.
"I know," she sighed. "I don't think I'd ever be as forgiving if I caught you cheating on me."
CHAPTER NINE
Never one to pass up an opportunity, Joe Esquire had made two prints of the movie of Dolores blowing Nat Sealy. He was standing outside Nat's house, next to the rain barrel, under the living room window. Rita Sealy, Nat's wife, was giving her husband hell, telling him she had learned of his infidelity from one of his scouts. She had a way of destroying the man without yelling at him, making him feel smaller and smaller by the second. Finally unable to take it any longer, Nat Sealy ran out of the house, jumped into his car, and headed for the nearest Turkish bath. His body was actually hurting from all he had gone through with Dolores Raynor.
Certain Sealy was gone, Joe Esquire went on knocked on the front door of the Sealy household.
When Rita answered, Joe told her about the movie he had that she might be interested in seeing. She let him in, and he set up Nat's own projector, since his was still in the Raynor household.
Rita Sealy watched her husband with the neighbor down the street, becoming more incensed by the moment.
"You oughtta teach him a lesson," Joe Esquire told her. "I mean, what's good for the gander is good for the goose."
"You know," Rita nodded. "You're right. Tell me, can a man do to a woman what I saw that blonde doing to my husband on the film?"
"You betcha," Joe told her, sliding his hands under her ample buttocks and pulling her around on the sofa so he was able to slide her panties off as her dress was hiked up. And he buried his face into her already sopping beaver.
In the rain barrel outside the window, standing up, with a Polaroid camera, taking pictures of everything, was Phil Scott. He finished taking the last picture, and then went to the Esquire home.
Maggie Esquire answered the doorbell when Phil rang, and recognizing him as the boy who had told her about her husband's infidelity with Dolores Raynor, let him in, closing the door behind her. When Phil showed her the pictures, she shrugged, saying, "Just what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Well," the young boy told her, "I heard your husband saying something about what's good for the gander is good for the goose, too, whatever that means."
"What are you hinting at?" Maggie asked.
"I'll say it straight out," Phil told her. "I'd like to fuck you."
Maggie smiled, thought for a moment, then said, "Well why the hell not! It's never too early to learn. Besides, you're a scout, and like the scout's motto says, 'Be prepared.' "
