Adultery is condemned in practically all of the Western cultures. History does not record in any culture, the punitive restrictions for man's philandering. However, a woman's involvement in an adulterous affair results in severe repercussions to the woman.
Society seems to be interested in castigating the woman for incurring the illness rather than finding out how she became infected with it.
Such was the case of Barbara Farrar.
She was a young vibrant woman married to an almost puritanical type husband. He was not above becoming involved in extra marital affairs. Yet he restrained his wife in her search for a sexually fulfilled married life.
Barbara, in turn, wanted to achieve sexual happiness. Society's mores and her inhibitions kept her from realizing this goal.
As a result of an incident, Barbara found the answer to her problem. She allowed her desire to offer a rationale that would appease her conscience. And, if discovered in the adulterous act, would become a satisfactory response to a critical society's question!
Using the pretext of forcible rape, Barbara permitted herself the wishful luxury of satisfactory sexual relations.
While her conscience would not allow her to break any moral code; her sense of ethics was not restricted by the happenings in her world of fantasy.
Certainly, Barbara was able to stop what happened to her if she wanted. Yet, her sexual needs were stronger. Instead of denying herself the gratification she wanted, Barbara used the contrived incidents of rape to condone her actions.
However, while assuaging her conscience, she was still interested in resolving her own marital problems.
This story is about the method contrived to bring about a satisfactory marital relationship and the ultimate sexual fulfillment of Barbara's desires.
Although many people frown on the Machiavellian concept of 'the ends justifies the means', in this situation of Barbara Farrar's problem
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Barbara Farrar stirred restlessly in bed. Her naked body stretched, thrusting her full rounded tits upward. The mounds of alabaster flesh were large grapefruit-shaped breasts tipped with cherry-like areoles. They were closely set.
She frowned as the sunlight streamed into the room. It looked like it was going to be another scorching July day. Frank, her husband, had left the previous day for one of his frequent selling trips. After five years of living with a man who was away half of the year, one would think Barbara had accepted this way of life.
During the initial year of their marriage, it wasn't bad. She enjoyed their sex life. Gradually, their idyllic marriage began to deteriorate. Barbara didn't lack any of the material things. Frank made a comfortable living. She had her own car. There was an ample allowance that allowed her to purchase smart clothing.
She felt like a kept woman. Frank wouldn't allow her to work. "No wife of mine is gonna work while I make a decent living!" he decreed.
She wanted a child. They tried unsuccessfully. Tests and examinations proved nothing wrong with them. Barbara felt frustrated by this development.
When Frank returned from his sales trips, their sex life was more of a rape than a lovers' interlude. Her marriage was an exercise in futility.
Many times, the thought of leaving Frank occurred to her. The lack of a job to be self-supporting and the benefits of her married life deterred her.
Barbara turned over on her stomach and gazed out of the window near her bed. It was a double hung window in an apartment house. She could look down into the room of the floor below through the upper half of the window. The bottom half of the window was curtained.
Her lazy eyelids opened wide at the sight across the courtyard in the room below. She held her breath as though the occupants would hear her. Barbara watched in rapt attention as the teen-age couple in the bedroom made passionate love. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she vicariously participated in the witnessed scene.
The young couple were no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. By comparison, they would consider her old at 25 years. They were nude. The girl had dirty blonde hair and small tits. The lack of larger tits wasn't a handicap. Barbara watched them as they greedily sucked each other off.
The boy's body was positioned inverted on top of the girl. Barbara watched her avidly move her voracious mouth up and down on the fleshy cock.
Barbara's right hand drifted unconsciously down to her cunt. Slowly, she rubbed the clitoris as she watched their lovemaking. She licked her lips in pleasurable approval, fantasizing changing places with the girl.
She was so engrossed in viewing the teenagers that she didn't hear the intruder come into the room. The cold metal against the back of her neck startled her.
"Don't turn around lady and you won't get hurt!" the voice warned her. "And don't make any noises or it'll be the last thing you'll ever do!"
Panic gripped her and twisted the insides of her stomach viciously. "Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded. "If you want money, my pocketbook is on the dresser. The jewelry is in the box. Only don't hurt me! Just take what you want!"
A derisive snort answered her appeal. "For the time being, I just want you, lady. I'm gonna fuck you! You look like a real cool piece of ass!
"I warned ya, lady! Don't turn around!" the voice ordered her as she started to move her head.
She wanted to turn around to plead with her attacker. The object pressed against her neck jabbed menacingly.
"Lay down flat on your stomach!" the voice ordered. Barbara obeyed with anxious trepidation. "Oh, please, please, don't do this to me!" she begged. The adrenal glands were pumping wildly in fearful speculation of what this attacker would do to her.
A handkerchief was passed over her face and knotted in the back of her head. "Do you have to do this to me?" she asked, her voice breaking in a mild sob.
"That's just to make sure you don't accidentally see me," the voice answered.
In spite of the fear that filled her, she tried to maintain some semblance of calm. For one thing, Barbara concentrated on the voice. It wasn't the voice of an adult male. It was a boy. A teen-ager, possibly!
A hand grabbed one of her arms. She felt a bracelet of warm metal close about one wrist and another click fastened her arm to one portion of the head-rest on the bed.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a tremulous voice. Barbara started to twist her body about. The youth grabbed her other arm and pulled her back onto her stomach. He shackled her arm to the part of the headrest.
"Just take it easy, baby!" the voice told her. "You and I are gonna have a little party!"
Barbara jerked her arms in an attempt to free herself. It was a futile gesture. She was firmly handcuffed. Cocking her head slightly, she listened to the attacker's movements. The rustle of his clothing told her he was removing his clothes.
In the position she was in, the frightening suspicion of what was going to happen to her made her plead with her attacker. "Don't, please don't sodomize me!" she begged.
The boy laughed. "Sodomize you! Say it the way you would say it to your husband!"
"I . . . I . . . don't know what you mean!" she pretended ignorance.
He laughed again. "Say, don't fuck me in the ass!" he ordered.
This bastard is adding insult to injury, she thought angrily. There was only one thing to do. Obey him! "Please, please, don't . . . fuck me . . . in . . . in the . . . ass!" Barbara said it haltingly.
A derisive snort was her answer. "You got a lovely ass, lady! It's a shame to see it go to waste!"
He grabbed one of her legs and fastened a rope to it and tied it to the foot of the bed. Repeating the ritual, he soon had her spread-eagled and completely helpless on her stomach.
His hand reached out and cupped the soft rounded flesh of her exposed buttock. Barbara shuddered at the touch. Gently, the hand caressed the erogenous flesh. So far, it wasn't too bad! Aside from the rough treatment and the slight molesting, her attacker hadn't abused her too much.
Under different circumstances, the incident could prove to be very exciting and sexually exhilarating. Especially after the scene she had witnessed in the other apartment. Barbara was feeling a little horny. An extramarital relation could be a welcome relief.
She heard her attacker leave the room on padded feet. It wasn't likely that he would leave her this way. She wondered where he disappeared to and what he was going to do. This is crazy, she remonstrated with herself! Here she was getting raped and secretly looking forward to it! If anything, her attitude should be more fearful and distressed at the impending violation of her body.
Barbara heard the footsteps returning to the room. The boy was whistling. "Just in case you might get carried away and yell with happiness!" he said. He grabbed her head and raised it, twisting it slightly. A small handkerchief was pushed into her mouth. After that, he fastened a larger piece of fabric over her mouth to keep the gag in place.
She shook her head in a frantic effort to dislodge the gag. It was an unsuccessful attempt. A series of muffled sounds poured out of her mouth. "Mmmfff, mmmfff! Uhhhrrrr, Uhhhrrrr!"
Barbara's ass felt a gentle pat. "I know how much you want to be fucked, honey. Just relax! We're gonna have a ball!" the voice told her.
Her grunts of protest changed to whimpers of anguish and despair. "First, I'm gonna pleasure you a little!" he said.
A shudder rippled down her spine as he stroked a moist object down her back. She realized that it was a narrow paint brush. The contact of the wet bristles brushing along her spine sent erotic shivers coursing through her. The brush passed over her spine and slipped along the crack in her ass.
Her cunt started to itch a little in lascivious anticipation. Maybe, he wasn't going to fuck her ass! He continued to play the brush around her ass in gentle strokes. The brushing suddenly stopped. Barbara waited expectantly for the next phase of his attack.
She jerked her hips as a finger insinuated itself past the ass hole. That didn't bother her too much! Frank had frigged her ass hole many times. The finger pushed deep into the anal canal, massaging the tender moist tissues. Barbara found the act stimulating and exciting. She was slowly drifting into a state of blissful acceptance. This was crazy! Who the hell ever heard of getting raped and enjoying it!
He continued to frig her ass, sawing back and forth with his teasing finger. Aside from the discomfort of her trussed position and the gag drying up the saliva in her mouth, Barbara began to feel a sensual glow growing inside her loins.
The frigging stopped. A damp insertion of some object followed next. She tried to identify what it might be. It seemed greasy. Perhaps something with Vaseline on it! His fingers fumbled around the object impacted in her hole. Suddenly, she cried out! The cry was lost in the handkerchief that muted the sound.
It was more of the initial shock than anything else. She was now aware of what was imbedded in her rectum. Several Q-tip swabs dipped in Vaseline were in her ass hole. Her attacker had quickly jerked one of the swabs out. There was a momentary sharp sting. The slight pain rippled out in widening circles, diminishing in pain. Instead, the ripples seemed to change to an erogenous tingle.
Quickly, he removed the others. 2-3-4-5-6! There had been six swabs up her ass. As he removed each one, she jerked her hips at the shock. Barbara wondered what other perverse erotic thrills she would experience before this ordeal was over.
Her speculative questions were quickly answered. The youth got on the bed. She felt his weight as the mattress moved slightly. He was somewhere behind her between her splayed legs. His fingers grasped the cheeks of her ass and parted them.
Oh! No! she thought! He's really going to fuck my virgin ass! No, No! Please don't let him!
She mumbled through her gag. Her silent pleas and garbled entreaties went unanswered. The corona of his cock pressed against the sphincter of her ass hole. The tender flesh of the puckered brownish hole grudgingly gave way. Barbara's body tensed from the pain of the carnal penetration. The chords in her neck stood out in bold relief as she silently screamed.
Slowly, with steady pressure, she felt the hard cock move further into her ass. Within minutes, the sturdy prick was impacting her ass. His slight body rested on her back. From the contact of his body on hers, she judged her initial assessment correct. He seemed young.
His pubic hairs rubbed against her callipygian hillocks. He reached under her and squeezed her pliant gourds. Her ass hole seemed to be bursting from the pressure of the fleshy impaction. Barbara had an urge to move her bowels. She concentrated on holding back. Gradually, the urge passed. The initial dull pain of the penetration slowly disappeared. All she felt was a dull pressure on the sphincter and the presence of his shaft in her hole.
The boy released his hold on her tits. Raising himself slightly from her body, he began to start the slow rhythmic cadence of a fuck. Barbara was conscious of the movement. His dick withdrew slightly and then slipped back. She was thankful that he wasn't rough about it. It was uncomfortable but bearable.
The tempo increased. First he pulled back and then plunged forward. Her sphincter lips rolled outward on the upward strokes. As his prick thrust inward, the lips pushed in with his cock.
In spite of this unwelcome assault, Barbara found herself participating. She rocked her body in tandem with his fucking movements. Her complicity in the act surprised her. Despite her repugnance at being fucked in the ass, Barbara found herself enjoying it. A perverse lust enveloped her.
A lascivious sensuality took hold of her. Her pussy started to salivate, dampening from the erotic stimulation. She was emotionally involved now and thrilling to the voluptuous pleasure engulfing her.
Behind her, she heard the boy's labored breathing as he heaved his prick in and out of her ass. His movements became more animated. Barbara sensed that his orgasm was coming on. Soon, it would explode in her ass.
"Uhhrrr!" he growled in blissful release. Her sensitive anal tissues felt the strong contractions of his climax. She trembled slightly with ecstasy as the warm thick liquid of his cum spurted out. Under the blindfold, Barbara's eyes were closed, enjoying the newfound thrill.
The boy made a final thrust and collapsed his body on top of hers. She could feel his heart beating against her back. His warm breath against her skin brought new shivers of erotic chills coursing through her body.
Suddenly, she wanted him to fuck her in the cunt. She didn't want to appear too forward. If only that damn gag wasn't in her mouth! She would even suck him off if he demanded it! Barbara was unable to explain this reversal in feeling. All she knew was that she had a wild passion to indulge in an orgy.
The imbedded prick became flaccid. She felt it being withdrawn from her ravaged hole. As his soft cock left her hole, a final drop of cum dripped on to the closing sphincter. Her buttocks pressed together after the removal of the impaction.
"I betcha liked that, huh?" he asked rhetorically. "If I take off the gag, willya promise not to yell?" he said.
Barbara nodded her head affirmatively. If nothing else, it would offer her an opportunity to moisten her dry mouth. The damn gag had absorbed all the moisture and tasted horrible.
He removed the gag. She twisted her head sideways slightly. "May I have a little water please?" she asked.
"Sure! Maybe you'd like a cup of coffee instead?" he offered.
Her mouth was parched and had a lousy taste. The morning's events had prevented her from brushing her teeth. If she hadn't been distracted by the teen-agers fucking, she would have brushed her teeth. Barbara also felt the need to go to the bathroom.
"Look! I have to go to the bathroom. If I don't, I'll wet the bed. Have a heart! Let me go to the bathroom and I'll make us both a cup of coffee. I haven't had any breakfast yet," she told him.
There was a short pause while her attacker weighed her request. "If I let you up and take off the blindfold, willya promise to behave yourself and not try anything cute?" he asked.
Her head bobbed in anxious agreement. "Just let me get myself together. After that, you can do anything you want."
She felt her bonds removed. Removing the blindfold, she closed her eyes at the sudden change to light. Barbara swung off the bed shakily, chafing her wrists. With her eyesight back to normal, she surveyed her attacker as she hurried to the bathroom. He followed after her.
Her assumption had been correct. He was a young boy about sixteen or seventeen. Barbara was 5'9" and the boy was a little shorter. His long blond hair was disheveled. His eyes had a greenish hue. He was thin, slight in build with a narrow face. A crooked grin leered back at her.
"You're really built, lady!" he exclaimed in an obscene compliment. "Remember, no funny tricks!" he cautioned her.
She nodded. "I know, I know!"
Moving into the bathroom, she sat down on the toilet. He stood in the doorway. "You don't mind if I watch?" he asked. "I never seen a dame take a leak."
Barbara shrugged her shoulders. "Be my guest if that turns you on." His presence didn't inhibit her. Her kidneys were floating. A small fart gently rumbled in the bowl followed by a heavy outpouring of water. When she finished, she wiped herself.
Getting up from the bowl, she went to the sink and brushed her teeth. The little ritual freshened her mouth. After her ablutions, she went towards the kitchen. After a cup of coffee, she would be ready for anything.
Her attacker followed after her. Over the coffee, he offered a cigarette. She shook her head. "Smoking will stunt your growth," she refused.
He laughed. "Yeah! I can see that!"
"What's your name?" she asked.
The boy shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I don't think you're gonna blow the whistle on me. I might as well tell you. It's Billy! What's yours?"
"Barbara," she answered. "Do you make it a point to go around raping women? By the way, how did you manage to get into my apartment?"
"Naw! I only go after special women. Like yourself. I seen ya around the neighborhood. You looked like a solid piece of ass. So I checked you out! I've been watching ya for a month. When I seen your old man leave, I figured it was okay for me to move in."
He held up a small bunch of keys. "My old man's a locksmith. He's been trying to teach me a trade." He grinned. "So far, it's come in handy."
Barbara was surprised at his candidness. So, the little bastard had hot pants for her! She was startled by the fact of the sudden change towards Billy. She was developing hot pants for him. Although she sat naked in the kitchen with him.
For some strange reason, her eyes wandered towards his sex piece. His cock appeared to be in a semi-dormant state. For all she knew, that was its normal size, semi-dormant or otherwise. It seemed to be about three inches or so long. His cock was thick and the foreskin almost covered the pink head. She laughed to herself. A detumescent uncircumcised prick reminded her of her roll-on deodorant tube. The small ball slightly protruding!
His hand moved lewdly to the fleshy shaft. With deliberate strokes, he massaged his dick. Fascinated, she watched the hand moving back and forth. "You dig my cock, huh?" he asked.
Barbara looked up into his grinning face. Her face turned red. He had embarrassed her, catching her in the act of admiring his cock.
"No . . . no . . . it's not like that!" she stammered. His discovery of her preoccupation with his prick unsettled her. She didn't know what to say. "Are . . . are you . . . going to do anything else to me?" she asked.
Billy continued to grin at her. He was mature beyond his years. "All you cunts are crazy for head after you get a taste for it!" he observed.
He continued to play with his dick until it became rigid. Barbara wanted to avoid looking at his sex piece. The carnal desire within her forced her to stare at it. His cock was a full seven inches now. It looked as powerful as her husband's piece and probably equally as devastating. She had already sampled Billy's prick in action.
A persistent tingle filled her snatch. Barbara had a lustful wish to have that lovely cock in her cunt. But she couldn't bring herself to ask Billy to fuck her. Her actions and silence betrayed her desire.
"C'mon! Let's get back into bed and I'll show you some more fucking!" Billy declared.
Barbara stood up and moved back towards her bedroom with Billy following after her. She knew what she was doing was wrong! The perpetrated rape suddenly fulfilled her desires. The act helped to assuage her conscience. At last, she had an answer to her problem. Her sex life would have new dimensions. New thrills! She needed teen-age boys to fuck her under the pretext of being raped.
She stretched out on the bed. "Are . . . are you going to tie me up again ?" she questioned him in a hesitating voice.
Billy grinned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Okay, if that's the way you get your kicks, I'll oblige ya!"
His perception secretly pleased her. It helped to complete the act. He didn't lose much time in shackling her to the bed. Moving closer, he cupped each tit in the palms of his hands and hefted them.
"Mmmm-hmmm!" he exclaimed in salacious approval. "You sure have a beautiful set of boobs!" He rubbed his hands over the resilient flesh. Pausing over the ruby discs that anchored the rubbery nipples, he rubbed the cherry tips. The palms passed over the nipples rapidly creating a tantalizing friction.
Barbara felt the small mammary tips harden. The friction sent little waves of pleasure rolling down to her venereal grotto. Her pussy grew damp with pre-coital juices. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the carnal bliss beginning to permeate her body.
"Hssss!" she sucked in her breath in appreciate enjoyment as Billy started to suck her succulent tits.
His mouth covered the stimulated tips with strong moist suction. Barbara felt the voluptuous thrills growing. She was relating the teenager's suckling her tit to feeding the child she longed for. A small groan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Ohhhrrr!"
He continued to squeeze and play with her tits while his mouth teased her with erogenous promises. Her body shivered in lascivious anticipation as one hand brushed downward over her stomach towards her hot snatch. Barbara arched her back a little to hurry the slow moving hand. His fingers passed through the tangle of her black pubic hairs.
"Hhrrrr!" The brief exclamation of ecstatic delight leaped from her throat. It was a short low cry of approval.
The exploring fingers reached the hardening moist node of her clitoris. Billy began to play with it. He rolled the venereal papule between his fingers. Deep in the roots of her clitty, Barbara felt the incandescent glow warming her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" she emitted a low moan. She didn't care what he thought. He was offering her the opportunity to enjoy this orgiastic sexual feast. She intended to enjoy this moment to its fullest.
His tactile exploration passed into the fleshy crevice of her pussy. She closed her eyes to better savor the bliss. The fingers dipped into the throat of her cunt. With deliberate strokes, the fingers leisurely frigged the damp folds of flesh, encompassing them.
Barbara moved her pelvis in tandem to the slow massage. Her ass moved up and down in a unhurried sinuous cadence while Billy continued to tease her with this erogenous play.
With wanton abandon, she surrendered to her carnal desires. Her throat continued to emit little whimpering groans of piquant delight. For the first time in a long time, she was experiencing a delirious sensual moment. She wanted it to last forever.
Billy continued to stimulate her anxious snatch. Barbara responded to his exciting fore-play. The incandescent glow was no longer a spark. It started to burn with an erotic heat. Deep in her anxious cunt, she felt the start of an orgasm. Her body began to jerk and heave with an increased tempo. Without warning, Billy removed his tempting fingers.
"Not yet, baby! I don't want you to cum yet! You was almost there!" he told her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was kneeling in the space between her parted legs. Her face betrayed her disappointment and frustration at being denied the sexual release she needed.
"Don't look so disappointed!" he chided her in an assuring tone. He reached down and shook his prick at her. "I'm gonna give you a beef injection that'll pick you up," he promised.
His fingers parted the hairy lips of her sweating pussy. Placing his prick against the opening, he drove the hard flesh forward. His cock effortlessly disappeared into her venereal slit. A low sigh of ecstatic bliss from Barbara answered his penetration.
"Ahhhhrrrrrooooo!" The groan was low and sensual.
"Good, huh?" he asked. Billy began to slip his meat pole in and out of her box with unhurried motions. On the slow descent, he grounded his pelvis. His fleshy pestle crushed her vaginal mortar and produced ecstatic shivers to shake her body. Barbara was amazed at this youngster's sexual prowess. He probably had lots of practice.
It didn't matter how many girls or women he fucked. All that mattered was that he was fucking her now and doing it well. Oh, that heavenly cock, she thought! At least he knows what to do with it besides pee through it!
Billy continued to rotate his hips in measured action. Barbara responded with her own complementary movements. Gradually, the two moved in rhythmic tandem. The awkward position she was in made it difficult for her to fully appreciate this artful fucking. She was compensated for it by the thrilling ecstasy that flooded her body.
From time to time, Billy broke the tempo of his strokes. Deeply imbedded in her hungry twat, Billy would rub his groin against Barbara's clitty. The rough bristles of his pubic hairs scraped the tender tissues of her sensitive papule. During these brief interludes, the thrill of this contact became more intense and voluptuous.
He added variety to his fucking by suddenly pumping rapidly. His ass bucked violently as he shuttled his cock back and forth in animated effort. Barbara reacted with her own frantic thrusts of her hips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped. The unannounced variations were frustrating to Barbara. She wanted to protest his teasing. Yet, in spite of his treatment, the erotic tingling in her cunt remained constant.
Billy dallied with her for some time. She was surprised at his sustained effort. He had maintained a hard-on for at least ten minutes. Every indication pointed towards a prolonged and satisfying fuck. Something her Frank failed to do!
As if to contradict her evaluation of her attacker's sexual ability, Billy started to fuck in earnest. His prick moved in and out of her twat with a steady beat. She sensed that he was no longer toying with her. This was it!
Picking up the tempo from his movements, Barbara bounced her ass up and down. A hot flush of lascivious ecstasy heated her flesh. She took over the cadence, increasing the pelvic thrusts. Billy was unconscious of this transition. She realized she had taken over control when he started to match her tempo. In a short while, their heated bodies were shaking from their lustful efforts.
Every pore in Barbara's body exuded perspiration. The morning heat combined with the fire of her passion drew the moisture from her. Her body bucked in wild abandon as the throes of this violent fuck seized it.
Every nerve fiber within her tingled with a luxuriant prickle. Her body was a valve with tremendous pressure building up inside. Her cunt was a fuse box with a heavy overload. Any minute it would pop! The erogenous sensation that attacked her nerves was vivid and vibrant.
"Ohhhrrr!" she groaned in ecstatic expectation. "I'm almost there! Fuck me, fuck me! Faster, faster! Oooooooo! Billy! That feels so good! Oh, what a wonderful cock! Fuck me, harder, harder!" she urged.
Billy responded to her exhortations. He grunted as he exerted more effort to satisfy her craving.
The voluptuous piquancy of the orgasm grew stronger inside of her. Her nervous system began to vibrate with an erogenous pulsation.
"That's it, Billy, that's it! Oooo! Oooo! I can feel it cumming! I'm cumming! It's shooting! Oh! Oh! Keep fucking, keep fucking! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh, you motherfucker!" she cursed in spirited appreciation. "I'm cumming, I'm CUMMMMMMMM-INNNNGGGG! AHHRRGGgggrrr!" She screamed out in an expression of anguished delirium. The cry diminished into a deep gurgle.
The lascivious turbulence of her orgasm continued as another orgasmic wave swept over her. Her respiration was rapid as she gulped in large mouthfuls of air.
Billy continued to plow into her snatch with violent fucking thrusts. Barbara felt his body tremble, heralding the strong orgasmic discharge. She felt the thick emission of his glutinous cum mingling with her own discharge. Her overly sensitive cuntal tissues relished the strong contractions of his climax as his virile prick poured out the thick love juices.
At the onset of his climax, Billy made a final shove, sending his dick deep into her box. His body lay upon hers, his head cushioned against her ample tits. Inside her twat, his deeply buried cock subsided its throbbing climactic contractions. The discharges diminished. He remained prone on top of Barbara, sexually spent.
They remained in this pose for a brief time. She, still spread-eagled on the bed; he, resting against her body. There was a soft watery popping sound as he withdrew his deflated dick from its resting place.
"I betcha you really dug that scene, huh?" he asked. "I betcha the next time I come here, you'll be begging me for more!"
You're a real conceited bastard, she thought! "You're pretty sure of yourself," she answered. "What makes you think I won't report you to the police ? Maybe the next time you come here, you'll be arrested!"
He gave her a short derisive laugh. "You ain't gonna tell the cops, Barbara! I could tell by the way you were fucking that you really got a big charge out of me doing it to you. Naw! You're gonna be dying to get laid again. You're so hot now, you're sizzling!"
Billy slipped off the bed and dressed. He removed the cuffs and restraints from her arms and legs.
"Don't bother to let me out. I know the way. See you around soon, honey!" he said and left the room.
Barbara watched the departing figure. The whole affair was wild! A young kid unobtrusively slips into her apartment without her hearing him; fucks her with practiced skill and leaves. Instead of feeling degraded or ravished, she had a feeling of satisfaction. The incident had filled her with sexual gratification.
Best of all! The episode was committed in a manner that salved her conscience. She didn't promiscuously seek a carnal alliance. It found her in the guise of being raped.
She suddenly realized that she was sticky from the perspiration. A thought occurred to her. She looked out the window at the apartment below. The teen-agers were still at their lovemaking. Barbara shook her head and smiled a little at their stamina. She wished Frank showed that kind of enthusiasm.
A sixth sense caused her to look up at the window directly across from her apartment. Her eyes caught sight of a grinning man. The realization came to her. Her window shade had been up during the entire session with Billy.
Her face flushed. She pulled down her shade with an angry jerk. Sonovabatch! she thought. That's all she needed now! One of her neighbors to come over to sample her honey pot.
Barbara's temporary anger changed to a state of bemused contemplation. Maybe that wasn't so bad after all! If he was considering fucking her, he would rape her! And that's what she wanted! She hurried into the shower to wash away the dried perspiration on her.
The smile returned to her face. It had been a very exciting morning. She knew it would be repeated and she was looking forward to the next time.
CHAPTER TWO
It was only ten o'clock in the morning. Barbara still had the rest of the day to kill. At least the morning started off with some exciting diversion.
Her entire body ached with a dull feeling. Her ass hole and cunt ached deliciously. She decided to take a bath instead of a shower. The hot soaking would ease the discomfort and she could still get a good body wash.
As the water ran in the tub, Barbara surveyed her naked figure on the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. She smiled at her reflection as she gazed upon herself. Her long black hair hung down to her shoulders. Barbara studied her hair style with a critical eye. Maybe I should have it cut, she thought. Something a little shorter, sexier!
Her eyes drifted down to the hairy pubes. The thick curly triangular patch caught her eye. An impulsive whim struck her. Maybe I ought to make those hairs shorter and sexier! Give it a crew cut like Frank wears his hair! She giggled. She left in search of a pair of scissors.
Returning, she straddled the toilet bowl and began to trim her hirsute pussy. Barbara returned to the mirror to appraise her handiwork. It was an improvement over the previous look. The slit of her cunt was more defined now. In an impetuous move, she decided to shave off the hair completely.
Using her husband's shaving bomb, she lathered the hair. With the safety razor used for her legs and armpits, Barbara scraped off the hair. Finished, she rinsed a washcloth in the tub and removed the excess soap. She moved closer to the mirror to study her efforts.
It had been a long time since she saw a naked cunt. She tilted her head a little sideways, assessing the new look. Barbara liked it. Her bare pussy had a lewd lascivious look. There was something about it that was daringly naughty. She wondered whether Frank would like it. Maybe now, he might eat her out! Once, she had suggested it and he became very angry.
She had read about men eating pussy and how exciting it was. Barbara had never had the opportunity to find out. Her new style might change all that.
The shaved cunt had a new dimension now. Twin puffy mounds dipped into a pronounced crack. Her bare pussy resembled a miniature of her well-shaped ass. She was pleased with the results. Sticking her fingers into the gash, she parted the cuntal lips. She laughed at the grotesque look. Tired of this diversion, Barbara stepped into her tub.
She leaned back, luxuriating in the warmth of the water. Her hands were drawn to the nude snatch. The fingers played with the smooth skin of her pudenda. She languidly began to masturbate herself.
Barbara was unprepared for the shock. The bathroom door opened suddenly. A gasp of surprised shock escaped her lips. Standing in the doorway was her neighbor who had witnessed the session she had with Billy. He stood leering at her with a big grin.
"Hi! I'm your neighbor, Mel Tyler. Need any help?" he asked.
She drew the washcloth up to her tits in a vain attempt to shield her boobs from his view. Her thighs pressed together to hide the bare pussy.
"What . . . what the hell are you doing here ?" she angrily demanded. "If you don't get your ass out of here, I'll scream blue murder!" she warned him, her voice rising in a shout.
"Whoa! Whoa!" he answered. He held up his hand in a placating gesture. "Don't get your water hot! I saw the way you enjoyed that session with the kid. I thought you might want to try it with someone a little more older and experienced."
"How the hell did you get in here?" she demanded.
"Almost the same way that kid got in," he replied. "I paid him ten bucks for your key. Funny thing!" he added ruefully, "I could have saved myself some money. When he left, he left the door open.
"But don't play coy with me! I know it's all an act. Now, get your ass out of that tub so that we can have our own little party."
Barbara's face reddened deeper with anger. "I warn you! If you don't get out of my apartment, I'm going to scream rape at the top of my lungs."
He laughed. "Go ahead! You'll have a hard time proving it. First, there's the fact that I have a key to your apartment. Second, there's the fact that you've been fornicating with a minor. That ought to be good for laughs! Then, I could say that you've been hooking. Even if it's not true, it's believable on top of the other facts."
Her anger disappeared. His rebuttal couldn't be faulted. Her visage took on a beaten look. For the second time that day, she was being intimidated into having sex with someone other than her husband. Yet, that was what she wanted! An opportunity to indulge in sex with other men without guilt feelings.
She rose from the tub, water dripping from her body. Mel's eyes swept over her body in a visual assault. He drank in the vision of her succulent tits. The well-shaped body that was perfectly proportioned despite her height and weight. She had well-rounded hips with the abdomen curving forward slightly in an undulant curve. Just below the abdomen was the dimpled bare cleft of her twat.
Mel whistled approvingly at the sight. "Hey, that's all right! I've seen plenty of pictures of hairless cunts but yours takes the prize." He clapped his hands. "Okay, honey, let's get the show on the road! I want to put my dip stick into your tank." His hand cupped a bulge in the crotch of his pants and shook it obscenely.
She wiped herself off and strode past him with a haughty air. Her tits swung with a lascivious looseness and her ass cheeks had a voluptuous bounce. Mel stopped her and grabbed a handful of one tit, hefting it, squeezing it to satisfy his lust. Barbara stood coldly accepting this abuse.
His hand shifted to the firm elastic pads of her buttocks. The muscles of her ass cheeks twitched at his touch.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Easy, easy!" Mel answered in a soothing voice. "I know you're anxious to get fucked. But we have plenty of time. Jee-zus!" he exclaimed. "You're really built! Really solid! That ain't baby fat on you! I'll bet you're a real good fuck!"
His tentative exploration of her goodies and the tenor of their conversation began to excite her. Barbara didn't want to appear too anxious to start fucking. Instead, she employed a different tack.
"Are you just going to stand around and talk about raping me or are you going to get it over with?" She asked in disgusted annoyance. "The sooner I get rid of you, the better I'll like it! You're an animal!" She hoped to provoke him into starting.
"You really have the hots!" he answered. "Okay, baby, let's start."
From his pocket, he withdrew four lengths of clothesline rope. "Lay down on the bed, honey, so I can get you ready." he ordered.
The throat of her cunt started to sweat in libidinous anticipation. A gentle itch began to suscitate her anxious twat. Mel tied her up in the position she assumed earlier. She was on her back and wondered whether Mel would do something different to her. She eagerly awaited his attack.
From her bound position, Barbara raised her head. She watched Mel Tyler strip down. She figured his age at about 30. He was at least six feet tall. A heavy shock of dark hair covered his head. His face was large and square. Narrow cruel brown eyes were studded above a thick nose and thick sensual lips.
Mel had removed a sports shirt and stepped out of a pair of slacks. He wore nothing underneath in anticipation of this meeting. Barbara looked at his hairy body with the beginning of a pot belly. The protuberance underneath his stomach attracted her attention.
His prick stood out majestically from the thick hairy pubic bush. It seemed larger and thicker than Billy's. She was thankful that her ass hole's initiation wasn't completed with his weapon. Mel's heavy balls were suspended in a large sac under his sturdy hard-on.
He grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and shook it at her. "Now, this is a cock!" he exclaimed. "When I get through using it on you, you'll know you've been fucked!"
She gazed at his piece in silent admiration. There was no question about the awesome-looking prick he held. Barbara wondered whether her body could accommodate it. He got on the bed, squatting over her face.
Her eyes looked up at his heavy dong poised above her face. Close up, his prick seemed formidable. It was obvious what he wanted. "Give me a good blow-job!" he ordered. "I want a trip around the world! So, start on my ass first!"
He lowered his trunk closer to her face. His balls rested on her nose, the tip of his cock tapped her forehead. The hairy buttocks rested on her chin.
Barbara tasted the inner walls of his ass cheeks as her tongue traversed the cleft of his ass. The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled orifice and circled the perimeter. Then tried to penetrate it. She was surprised that the act didn't offend her or turn her off.
She had sucked her husband off many times. Frank never asked her to rim his ass hole. Barbara expected a foul-tasting and smelling ass. Mel must have showered before coming to her. She tasted and smelled his masculine smell.
Her tongue continued to lap at his ass. She found the act a little exciting. "You do that like you're really enjoying it," Mel said. "Start sucking my cock. That should really turn you on!"
He shifted his crotch. Her tongue brushed against his balls, laving it with saliva. She felt his strong cock sliding down towards her mouth. Her tongue flattened against the thick tube and traveled from the base up to the head. Barbara opened her mouth and Mel passed his dick through her welcoming lips.
She closed her mouth about the thick fleshy pole. Mel was definitely bigger than her husband. She found the accommodation of the prick a little uncomfortable. But the taste! Ah, that was something else!
The taste of Mel's cock sent little shivers of ecstasy into her cunny. Her tongue attacked his prick with relish. Barbara's lips warmly encircled a good portion of the cock. With a strong suction, she vacuumed the vibrant dong with short sucks almost completely absorbing it in her oral embrace. With a lustful abandon, she subjected the hard-on to a sensual lingual attack. Her wanton desire was due partially to the lascivious longings that titillated her aroused sexual longings.
Her tongue curled around the rim of the corona and concentrated on the sensitive frenum. She knew the area between the shaft and head of the prick would respond to her oral teasing. Barbara's mouth lavished its bewitching charm on his shaft, urging it to respond in the only way it could.
She felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of his climax. He began to fuck her mouth, bucking back and forth on his bent legs. The viscous fluid filled her mouth and she slowly let it slide down her throat. She clamped her mouth tightly about his pistoning cock. She was concerned that he might drive his cock down her throat. Since her hands were tied, the only means open to retard his forceful strokes was with her mouth.
Barbara was grateful for the fact that men usually made a final thrust as they came. His orally imprisoned cock continued to ejaculate the libidinous emissions. Finally, the thick effusion stopped. She compressed her lips and moved her head backwards, milking out the last vestiges of his sweet cum.
Mel smiled down on her. "I was right! You really are a good piece of ass! I'll bet that cunt of yours is just as hot!"
He reached towards her clitoris and tweaked it.
"Ouch!" she cried out in pain. The momentary pain brought tears to her eyes. The cruel gesture dampened the kindled spark that had started to grow in her loins.
"What did you have to do that for?" she asked.
"Because I wanted to!" he answered. "I have you in my power now. I can do anything I want to and there's not a fuckin' thing you can do about it."
Barbara suddenly realized she was skating on thin ice with Mel Tyler. It had started out as a carnal caprice. She welcomed his intrusion for the sake of gratifying her lust. This little act of his made her doubt the wisdom of her cooperation with him.
He moved to the foot of the bed. "I'm gonna give you a little thrill," he told her. She saw his hand reach towards her ass. A sharp pain tormented her ass hole as the tender tissues of her sphincter protested the insinuation of two of his fingers.
"AHHRRR!" the cry of anguish tore from her throat. "You're hurting me! Stop, stop!" The digital torture brought tears to her eyes.
"You know that some guys can fist-fuck!" he told her. "It take a little conditioning. You start out by getting a few fingers up the old ass hole. Gradually, you get all five fingers up. Then, eventually, the fist fits in."
The man was perverted! Sickeningly perverted ! "Please, no, please, stop! You'll rip me open!" she begged him.
Her actions and his abuse of her ass excited him. His prick became hard again. He withdrew his fingers.
"Aww, I wasn't going to fist-fuck you," he said, in defending his assault on her ass. "I just wanted to get another hard-on so that I could fuck you."
Roughly, he shoved his prick into her cunt. He chortled. "This is going to be fun! I never fucked a hairless pussy!"
His hands clutched her buttocks, drawing her pelvis closer. He avoided the nuances and preliminary foreplay of fucking. Instead, he started to ram his cock in and out with hard rough strokes. The bonds on Barbara's wrists and ankles bit into her soft flesh. The man was an animal! She prayed for this ordeal to end soon.
She knew it would by the way he was humping her. His hips moved with violent heaves. The friction caused by his churning prick would soon induce his orgasm.
Her senses didn't respond erotically to the pounding cock inside her twat. Her ass hole and cunt's sensitivity were dulled by the rough treatment experienced.
Mel maintained the frantic tempo. His body trembled as the onset of the orgasm seized him. He tightened his grip on her ass and pulled Barbara closer to him. His spuming cock was jammed deep into the throat of her vagina.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He exhaled in a sigh of erotic gratification as the thick globs of cum erupted. "Mmmmmm!" he exclaimed.
She watched him satisfy his lust, disgust showing on her face. As the last drops of cum oozed out, he removed his dick from her ravaged cunt.
"That was terrific!" he said approvingly. "And if you're a good girl the next time, I'll do you a big favor. I might suck you off. Just to show you how good I am!"
"There won't be a next time!" she answered silently.
He removed the ropes from her limbs. She lay on the bed, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Mel put his clothes on.
"You know you're sick!" she accused him. Her boldness surprised her. She didn't know where she got the courage to stand up to him. There was the danger of antagonizing him to the point of being physically attacked.
His laugh was unexpected. "You loved every minute of it! All that kid did was warm you up for me! It won't be long before you'll be begging me to fuck you!"
Of all the egotistical sonovabitches! she thought. It'll be a cold day in hell before you fuck me again!
"Yeah, well keep playing with yourself to keep in practice," she retorted. "Don't call me, I'll call you."
He gave her a dirty laugh. "See what I mean! Don't worry, you'll be chasing after me!"
"Hold your breath! I want to see you turn blue!" she snapped back.
Mel walked out of the room, still laughing. When she heard her door close, Barbara threw a pillow at the bedroom door in angry frustration.
The first thing she was going to do was call the locksmith. Too damn many people had keys to her apartment! After that, she would take another bath. She felt contaminated.
CHAPTER THREE
Frank Farrar called his wife from Chicago. He always called her about six every evening whenever he was away. Primarily, he used it as a ploy to check up on Barbara. Whenever he called, Frank would tell her how much he missed her. i
He was three years older than Barbara. For four years, Frank served in the Marine Corps. After his discharge, he ran his life as though he were still in the service.
His clothes were hung with meticulous order. He shined his own shoes, keeping them with a high sheen. Everything he did was with precision and orderliness.
Frank was 6'3" and weighed in at 195 lbs.
He kept his blond hair clipped in a crew cut. His square-shaped face housed clear gray eyes, a long thin nose and thin lips.
He was a stereotype of the typical mother, home, and apple pie character. During Barbara's courtship, Frank was very considerate. Their first year of marriage was as exciting as their courtship. Sex, at the beginning, was good. He was able to satisfy Barbara. Gradually, it started to go downhill.
Some of it was due to his mid-Victorian attitude; and the other reason for their growing incompatibility was his long stays away from home.
Frank was in business for himself. It was successful enough to give Barbara a comfortable stipend for her expenses. He also managed to maintain a small office with a combination bookkeeper-secretary. Frank considered himself very lucky.
During his scheduled phone call, Barbara made no mention of the sex forced upon her. There was nothing exceptional about their conversation. He commented on the business he had transacted, how much he missed her, and when he expected to return. She, in turn, spoke about the weather, how much she missed him, and her lack of something to do.
Finished with his obligation, he hurried down to the hotel's restaurant. One of his clients was taking him to a meeting with a call girl. It was to be a double date with Frank picking up the tab.
As he reached the lobby, he heard his name being paged. His client couldn't make the meeting but left the address of his date for him. Frank was just as happy. Basically, he didn't like to have anyone looking over his shoulder while he screwed some cunt. It inhibited his style.
He thanked his client for the information. Outside of the hotel, he hailed a cab. The cab weaved in and out of the heavy downtown traffic and headed out towards Oak Park. As they drove into the fashionable section, Frank wondered how much it was going to really cost him. At least a hundred! He couldn't see paying that much for ass.
The cab pulled up to the front of a three-storied flat. He got out and paid the fare. "Enjoy yourself," the cabbie said with a sly wink.
Frank grinned back. "Don't worry, I intend to!" He couldn't figure out how the cabbie suspected his intentions. Frank shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought.
Walking into the house, he punched a bell. "Yes?" a melodious voice challenged him from a squawk box on the wall.
"It's party time!" he countered. In one respect, he considered this password crap a lot of nonsense. But he remembered his days in the service. He appreciated the caution of challenges and countersigns.
A buzzer sounded and he pushed open the door. Inside, on the ground floor, a door opened. A young girl with red hair studied him with cautious appraisal. She was dressed in a sheer negligee. The upper half was partially open exposing part of her well-shaped tits.
"Where did you come from?" she asked still observing security.
"The Brentwood!" he answered.
She nodded approvingly and smiled. "Welcome to the party," she replied. He hurried into the apartment and she closed the door. Frank was puzzled by her undressed state.
"I thought we were going out to supper!" he remarked. "You're not even dressed!"
"Any objections to eating in?" she asked with a friendly smile. "It's cozier here. Besides, there's less chance of you bumping into anyone you might not want to meet.
"And!" she emphasized, "it's part of the service. Would you rather throw away twenty-five bucks in some restaurant or would you prefer to help a poor working girl out?" She pouted in mock petulance.
Frank laughed. "You're very enterprising. I would prefer eating here. By the way, my name is Frank. What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you, Frank. The name's Cindy." She took off the negligee. "How about a little appetizer before the main meal?"
He stared back at the slight form in front of him. She was about five feet five inches. Dripping wet, she might tip the scales at 105 lbs. However, she was put together well. From the well-formed conical-shaped tits down to her well-proportioned legs. His gaze took in the reddish tufts of hair that covered her pubes.
Cindy moved towards him with a sinuous grace. She opened her arms invitingly. Frank accepted her offer. She stood on her toes while he leaned over to kiss her as they embraced.
Her mouth opened as their lips met. Frank's tongue collided with Cindy's tantalizing oral emissary. She murmured a soft hum of approval. "Mmmmmm!"
He grasped one of her delectable cone-shaped boobs in his hot palm. It wasn't as large and round as Barbara's. His fingers grasped one of the cherry-like nipples and fondled it. He rolled the eraser-like tip between his thumb and forefinger, savoring the velvety erotic sensation.
Cindy was just as busy exploring his sexual attributes. She zipped open the fly in his pants. Her warm hand snaked past the fly in his shorts and released Frank's prick from the confining space. She palmed the underside of his rigid shaft near the balls. Her hand gently caressed his virile dong.
Frank let his hand drift along Cindy's slim waist, over her soft rounded hips, and down into the carrot-colored mass of hair between her thighs. His tactile exploration fondled the moist clitoris and slipped into her snatch. He played his fingers around her cunt. It was still dry. The digital massage brought on the pre-coital moisture.
She pulled her lips away. "Hey! If we're going to have a party, let's get comfy," she suggested.
"Sure!" he agreed. Frank stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly on a chair. Even with the prospect of exciting sex play, he managed to take time to be orderly.
She brought him into her bedroom. The lights were dim. She switched on a record player. The music was low. Combined with the fragrance of tantalizing perfume, Frank found the mood very stimulating to his senses.
They stretched out on the bed. Cindy adjusted her position so that her head was on a level with his. Her hands cupped his balls and caressed his rampant prick. Frank's mouth found hers as they resumed their deep kissing. Cindy's dainty tongue bumped against his in an erotic game of lingual tag.
His hand squeezed her tit, testing its libidinous resiliency. The other hand was imprisoned between her closed thighs as he frigged her damp cunt. They dallied for several minutes, letting the oral and manual stimulation incite them further.
The dim lights, perfume and music acted as a further catalyst. Cindy gently moved her lips away. "Let's fuck!" she whispered softly into Frank's ear. The warm breath against his ear sent an erotic shiver through him.
In answer to her whispered urging, he parted her thighs. Frank pushed his eager prick into the damp lips of her ready twat. It slipped past the vestibule of her cunt into the vagina. Their pubic hairs mingled into one mass as their loins pressed together.
Cindy hooked one leg over his hip to draw his cock deeper inside her snatch. Frank managed to locate a stray tit. His mouth captured the roseate tip and gently clamped down on it. He made little sucking sounds as he softly chewed on the succulent nipple.
Cindy squirmed in a sensuous wiggle. Frank acknowledged her silent signal. He withdrew his imbedded cock partially from its hidden recess. With the same measured stroke, he returned it to its fleshy sheath. He used an unhurried tempo as he shifted his hips back and forth.
He maintained the rhythm, gradually increasing the cadence. Soon, his prick was a piston pumping in and out of the housing box in rapid strokes. As he rocked his trunk in a forward motion, he slid his body upward to bring pressure against her clitoris.
Her body shifted in tandem with his. As his dick drove into the recess of her cunny, Cindy moved her pelvis upward. He felt his cock pounding the throat of her sweating snatch.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured appreciatively. "That's real good, Frankie boy! Throw it to me! Let's feel some real fucking!"
In answer to her urging, Frank picked up the beat. His hips bucked in increased tempo. Cindy's heel tapped against his back as she answered his penile thrusts with her own movements. The pace increased from a leisurely cadence to a frantic series of violent heaves.
"Uhhhrrr, uhhhrrr!" she grunted from the exerted effort of their frenzied movements. "That's . . . better . . . tiger," she grunted in between gasps. "You . . . really . . . know . . . how to . . . fuck! Shove it in! Harder, harder!"
Frank continued to pump his prick in rapid hard thrusts. Deep in the bowels of his balls, he felt the turbulent tingle of an orgasm beginning. The erotic tickle traveled up the tube in his prick. He made one final in and out thrust and then plunged his spewing prick as far as he could into her cunt.
Frank closed his eyes in voluptuous bliss. He quivered in sensual gratification as the throbbing contractions took hold of his cock. A series of thick strong emissions flowed into Cindy's box. Gradually, the flow diminished. He clutched her body to his, straining to push his dick as deep as it would go into her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed in erotic contentment.
Their bodies remained fused for some time. When they separated, Cindy said, "That was all right, Frank! How about a smoke and a ten-minute break?"
She reached for a pack of cigarettes on her end table. He took the lit cigarette she proffered him. Taking a drag, he blew out a cloud of smoke with an exhalation of satisfaction.
"Yeah! That was good! You're a damn good piece of ass!" he complimented her. "I hope you can suck as good!"
"Do you dig blow-jobs better than fucking?" she asked.
He looked at her speculatively. He grinned. "Honey, I dig everything that goes with sex. I even like doing it the Greek way! If it makes me feel good, I do it!"
She gave him a sly look. "How about eating pussy? Can you dig that scene?"
"Is that an invitation?" he answered.
"Whenever you're ready!" she replied.
He rolled over and grounded the cigarette out. "Let's go!" Stretching out on the bed, he invited Cindy to get on top of him. She inverted her body over his.
His arms cradled her legs, his hands caught the cheeks of her ass. The hairy lips of her cunt caressed his mouth. A mingled aroma of a perfume and the musky scent of her aroused cunt filled his nostrils.
Frank's tongue made an exploratory sweep along the crack of her cunt. It passed over the velvety wetness of the folds of the dark pink cuntal flesh. He continued to make teasing licks over the same area. His thick oral probe moved around in her moist canal.
He shifted his attention to her clitoris. His mouth pressed hard against the venereal papule. Clamping his lips against the base of her erogenous turgid button, he gently pulled it taut. With her clitoris in this imprisoned state, Frank began to flick his tongue rapidly over it. Just like a boxer moving his hands in tempo against a punching ball.
Cindy's mouth was equally busy. Frank felt his prick being slowly suctioned into her oral cunt. First, the head of his cock disappeared into the void. The strong lingual pull continued to draw the rest of his turgid flesh into her warm moist mouth.
Her practiced tongue lathered his cock with saliva. A lingual tentacle that twisted about his hard-on in a very talented way. Her pursed compressed lips rolled up and down his shaft in an erotic caress. Frank's prick was treated to a dual stimulation as tongue and lips worked in tandem to increase the lust that was churning inside of him.
Cindy lay on his body, one hand gently squeezed the egg-shaped rocks that hung suspended from his cock. Her other hand passed along the perineum along his ass crack. She stuck a finger insidiously into the puckered hole.
Frank's hips bucked in reflex at the unfamiliar insinuation. With the initial shock over, he adjusted to the digital massage as Cindy frigged his hole.
Inside his rectum, Frank felt her gentle finger exploring the confined labyrinth. Her mouth continued to weave its oral magic on his captured prick.
Cindy's mouth somehow managed to sheath his six and a half inches of hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the frenum in a teasing manner. Then, like an elusive sprite, it danced and rolled around the rim of the corona. The captive cock was released and he felt the coolness of air on it.
His cock was treated to a series of soft nibbles. The tip of his prick felt her teeth gently biting into it. Starting downward, every inch of Frank's prong was subjected to her tantalizing exciting bites. Finished with this teasing, Cindy absorbed his prick back into her mouth.
The tantalizing teasing began in earnest. Frank felt her tongue hungrily urging his dick to release its liquid tribute. Her finger started to frig his ass hole in frenzied earnest. She was pushing with her finger and pulling with her mouth. Deep within his balls, he felt the stirrings of a violent storm brewing.
Frank began to fuck her mouth. His pelvis made short frenzied thrusts. He rocked his hips in a series of quick moves. A short pause. Then an erratic wriggle of his ass followed the series of quick jerks. A crazy exhilaration enwrapped him as he repeated the movements.
In response to Cindy's capable ministrations, Frank reached for her puckered hole. He inserted his finger into her hole and started to frig her hole in reciprocation. His mouth and tongue continued to lasciviously labor her clitoris.
Her body began to jerk and quiver. Both of them breathed heavily in erotic labor, their mouths committed to sensual exhortations.
Cindy and Frank continued to ravish each other with ardent oral and digital caresses.
With his body movements, Frank urged Cindy to increase her teasing.
Suddenly, the cream-like aliment spurted out of his cock in strong thick bursts. Heavy globs of cum shot out in the first four spasms. As the orgasmic contractions subsided, each burst lessened the outpourings.
His dick was buried in her mouth up to his pubic hairs. Her lips pressed tightly over his fleshy spigot, draining out the final dregs of his cum. "Mmmmmmmm!" she murmured in approval.
Cindy's expert ministrations had slaked his sexual thirst. His own lust sated, Frank was ready to call a halt to the act. However, Cindy exhorted him to continue.
"Just little bit . . . more!" she gasped out. "Suck me harder, faster!" she urged. "Now, now! Ooooo! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Frank's mouth and tongue worked strenuously to effect the results Cindy demanded. Her cunt was lathered heavily with his saliva. As she bucked her hips in response to her orgasm, he could taste the flavor of her venereal emissions mingling with it. She bounced her pelvis against his face. With a final heave, she collapsed her hips on his face.
After they recovered from the lascivious exercise, they lit up again. Frank exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You know, I've known a lot of hookers but none of them were ever turned on like you," he observed.
"How many of them did you eat out like me?" she asked.
He pondered reflectively. "I never did it the way we did tonight."
"That's what made the difference!" she said. "There's a small bar in the other room. Mix us a couple of drinks while I get supper ready."
They padded out of the room, both bare-assed. Cindy served a salad, roast beef and roast potatoes, coffee and peach melba for dessert. It was a modest delicious meal eaten leisurely. They made small conversation, keeping it on a light and impersonal plane.
After the meal, Cindy served brandy and Benedictine. They sipped their drinks. "Are you up to some more action?" she asked. "Or has my fantastic meal finished you for the night?"
"That was a good meal!" he replied. "No! I think I have a second wind. Do you think you can handle me?"
"Take your best shot! What's your pleasure?" she said.
"You've got a lovely ass. I'd like to fuck it!" he answered without embarrassment.
"You're paying for the action!" she replied. "Let's go back to the exercise room."
Back in her room, Cindy turned to Frank. "Is there any special way you want to do it?"
"Just bend over the edge of the bed," he told her.
"Here!" she handed him a tube of a lubricant. "This'll help to make things a little easier."
Frank took the jelly and applied it to her ass hole. He massaged it into the hole and rubbed the excess on his cock. The preparations over, he reached down and parted her buttocks. Guiding his cockhead towards the sphincter, Frank shoved his fleshy torpedo into her anal tube.
His prick slid in effortlessly. Frank's piece of meat was imbedded in a tight, warm, moist sheath. It wasn't like the heavy loose dampness of a broad's twat. He hadn't fucked too many asses. He enjoyed the tight feeling and sensation.
Cindy wriggled her ass as his prong probed inside her hole. Frank grabbed her hips and pulled her deeper on his spike. The heat emanating from her bung was like a small blast furnace. His cock became permeated with the heat. It spread down to the bowels of his nuts where the coals of passion were smoldering embers.
He relished this voluptuous connection. Cindy continued to wriggle her ass. Frank responded by slowly stroking his cock in and out. He rotated his hips, grinding his prick into her tight hole. The tight constriction of her sphincter on his shaft increased the erotic friction.
The heat that boiled in Frank's loins spread throughout his body. A fevered flush filled his face from the exhilarating contact. His eager cock pumped wildly back and forth into her anal abyss with a frenzy.
His prick shook in a paroxysm of contractions. The deep pulsations ejaculated a copious flow of jism. This was the third time that evening his dick responded adequately to the venereal summons it had received.
Frank buried his cock up to the hilt inside Cindy's ass. He rested his face against her cool back as the last traces of his orgasm spent itself.
He drew his soft cock from its resting place. It came out of her ass with a soft popping sound.
"You really enjoy your sex!" Cindy declared. "What's the matter? Don't get enough at home?"
Frank's face clouded up. "You leave my home life out of this discussion!" he snapped.
"Hey, whoa! Back up!" Cindy replied in a placating tone. "I'm not interested in your home life. I didn't figure you for the oversexed type. All I did was make an observation! What you do at home is your own business!"
The tone of her voice had a hint of anger in it. She saw the look on his face. She didn't want to antagonize him any further. Her face softened into a smile.
"Hey let's not louse up a perfect evening," she suggested. "Are you planning on staying for the night?"
He was still annoyed by her remarks. His desire for further play disappeared. Frank was no longer in the mood to continue their alliance.
"What do I owe you?" he asked.
"Well, I usually get a C note for the night. I had you booked that way," she answered.
Frank dressed and took his wallet out of his jacket. He pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. "Sorry I screwed up your evening," he said, handing her the money. "Maybe you can still make another appointment!"
"That's okay!" she answered, taking the money. "Any time you're in Chi, look me up. Here I'll give you my number."
"Can you call a cab for me? I'm going back to the hotel."
"Sure!" she answered.
When the cab arrived, Frank left. Outside on the street, he crumpled the paper with her phone number and threw it away.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbara would have been shocked had she witnessed her husband in action. Not so much for his adulterous act but for his sexual indulgences.
He never offered to eat her out or fuck her in the ass. She had broached the subject about going down on her but he had vetoed it emphatically.
She wasn't too curious about her husband's sexual escapades. What she wanted was for her husband to satisfy her own sexual needs. A job he was remiss in doing. It didn't bother her too much. That episode with Billy had whetted her sexual appetite. Barbara suspected he would be back with his set of keys. She had changed the lock on her door. At least, for the time being, that kookie neighbor of hers wouldn't be able to get to her.
Two days had passed since her first encounter. It was a Friday and raining. Frank had called the night before and said he would be back for the weekend. Barbara wondered whether she should go out in the rain. Go shopping or take in a movie! Anything to kill time!
She thought about Billy! Salacious thoughts filled her mind. A prickling feeling began to tickle her pussy. She had on a body suit and the crotch fitted close to her cunt was becoming damp.
This whole idea was crazy! Here she was! A mature woman of twenty-five getting hot thinking about some teen-age kid fucking her! Not only that! But she was having all kinds of weird thoughts on the way he was fucking her!
She reached down and unfastened the snaps on the crotch. Looking down at her bare quim, she developed a sudden urge to masturbate herself.
Barbara looked around the house for some phallic object she could use on her cunt. Damn! She wondered why she didn't buy one of those dildoes! Anything that resembled a good stiff cock to satisfy the lustful craving of her pussy. Finding nothing to indulge her sexual desires, she settled for her fingers.
Sitting down on the toilet, Barbara leaned back and began to massage the outer lips of her hot snatch. One hand clutched at her clitoris, rubbing and pulling on it. The fingers of her other hand slipped into the slippery crack. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back as she enjoyed the sexual release of her lustful desires.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply in and out. The frame of her body shook in blissful delirium as the turbulent churning of an orgasm developed.
"If I had known you wanted it that badly, I would have been here sooner!" Billy's voice interrupted her moment of fantasized pleasure.
His voice startled her and she jumped up from the seat with a start. Secretly, she was pleased at his presence. She tried to look disturbed.
"I thought I had seen the last of you. Get the hell out of here!" she demanded.
"Cool it, Barbara. You know you love it! Stop acting like you've been . . ." he paused, seeking the right word. "Stop looking like you've been violated."
"All right!" she conceded reluctantly. "I don't mind the way you do it to me. But . . . but you shouldn't have sold the key to that neighbor of mine. That was wrong! It makes me no better than . . . than a whore!"
Billy nodded his head. "Okay, okay! So I made a mistake! So who doesn't! I promise I won't give that creep or anyone else a key to your apartment. In exchange, I want you to agree that I can come here and lay you. And if I want to, I can bring a friend or two!"
His demand shocked her. It was unexpected. "How could you do this to me?" she asked. "Why? What did I do to you to deserve such treatment ?"
"Aw, c'mon, Barbara! Cut the act! You know you love to get fucked by kids. I don't know whether your old man doesn't give you enough tail or you just dig us kids! Whatever it is, you liked the routine."
Barbara knew that he came near the truth in describing her penchant for passion.
"If . . . if I give in to your wishes, will you promise that it won't get all over the neighborhood ? That you won't give the key to anyone? And that you'll be careful?" she asked. "You know, my husband will be back tonight! We'll have to be careful!"
Billy agreed to her conditions. "Yeah, yeah! Don't worry! Your husband will never find out!"
"Now what?" she asked.
"How would you like to see some French movies?" he asked. "You know, dirty pictures! Then we can do the things in the movies and see if we can improve on them."
The idea appealed to her lustful nature. She had seen stills of these so-called "dirty pictures" but never movies. The thought incited her prurient nature. She didn't want to appear too anxious.
"Well . . ." she drawled hesitantly, "if that's what you want!"
"If that's what I want?" he answered in surprised doubt. "Shit! Honey! That's what you want! And you know it! Lock the door while I'm gone so you don't get any visitors. I'll be back in about a half an hour. I'll knock twice. Short taps! Like this!" He knocked on the bathroom door to show her. "Then you can let me in!"
Barbara nodded assent. He went out and she locked the door after him.
The anticipated viewing of porno movies and another session with Billy aroused her libidinous inclinations. She wondered whether he was going to shackle her to the bed again. That was important! To be forced to submit! In that way, her conscience was salved.
Her pussy was licking its cuntal lips. Her twat was wet with aroused lust. Every nerve tingled inside of her. She couldn't wait until Billy returned with the films.
It seemed like an eternity until Barbara heard the prearranged knock at the door. She hurried to open it. Billy stood at the door with another boy. A little shorter and heavier but wearing the same lewd grin. They brushed past her and locked the door.
"This is my buddy, Herman Warren," Billy introduced his companion. "It's his movies and machine. I didn't think you would mind!"
"I . . . I thought . . . we'd be alone!" Barbara answered.
"I told you I would bring a friend," Billy told her. "Don't worry! Herman ain't gonna tell anyone! Not if he don't wanna lose this special deal." He turned to his confederate. "Okay, Herman, let's see the movies!"
They drew the blinds in the living room and closed the curtains. Herman set up the projector and the film flashed on part of a bare wall.
The movie showed a young voluptuous girl going into a doctor's office. She sits at his desk and after a brief conversation, he invites her into his examining room.
After listening to her heart, the doctor fondles the girl's tits.
Barbara watched as the doctor stuck a speculum into the girl's quim. Her eyes were focused on the scene as the doctor opened his fly and took out his stiff prick. The doctor was frigging the girl's cunt while the patient experienced ecstatic delight. Then the doctor took off his clothes and got up on the examining table. With erotic abandon, he began to fuck his patient.
Barbara was fascinated by the action. The film showed close-ups of the rampaging cock pumping in and out of the wet snatch. Vicariously, she felt that cock churning in her own cunt. She was hoping that the' film would end soon and the boys would treat her to some of the same delicacies.
Her attention was focused on the movie. When the film ended, Billy turned on the lights. She squinted briefly as her eyes grew accustomed to the change from total darkness.
Both boys had stripped off their clothes during the picture. She gazed at their young naked bodies, their pricks stiff and ready for action.
Billy walked over to Barbara and pulled up her body suit. He gave a low whistle of approval at the sight. "Hey! That hairless quim of yours looks real sexy! If you do a good job for us, maybe I might eat a little at the 'Y'."
His offer and the impending sexual assault heightened her lascivious longing. Her pulse quickened.
"Please, don't make me act like a common whore!" she pleaded.
Billy snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot! You have to be raped!" He paused reflectively, thinking of what to do. His eyes searched around the room looking for something suitable.
Barbara wondered why he couldn't use the bed as he had done the first time. She didn't want to interrupt his musings. Perhaps he would devise something more exciting.
She and Herman watched as he picked up a chair and laid it on its back. He took another chair, turned it over and fitted the second chair over the first. The two seats fitted against each other while the back of one rested on the legs of the other.
He left the room and returned with two bed pillows and placed them over the improvised table. Barbara obeyed his order to stretch out on top of the pillows. Billy fastened the manacles to her ankles and the chair. He did the same to her wrists. Barbara was now stretched in a prone position on top of the two chairs.
It wasn't very comfortable. She hoped that they would do what they intended to in a hurry.
"She's a good fuck in the ass," Billy told Herman. "If you don't want the ass, you can still fuck her cunt. Or, you can have a blow-job! How do you want it?"
"You're out of your fuckin' tree, Billy! I'd have to be an acrobat to fuck her cunt! How come she has to be in that half-assed position ?" he asked.
"Because she gets her kicks out of being tied up and getting raped!" Billy answered. "Have you any better ideas?"
"Yeah!" Herman retorted. "Just handcuff her hands. Then we can do what we like. That's just as good, ain't it?"
Billy grinned. "I guess you're right!" He unfastened Barbara. She was silently grateful for Herman's suggestion.
"You can lay on the couch and let her suck you off while I fuck her up the back way," Herman offered.
Billy nodded. "Okay! It's a deal!"
He stretched out on the couch, his legs resting over the arm. "Just bend over and start sucking!" Billy ordered. "And don't forget the Vaseline, Herman. Otherwise, you'll have a rough time getting in!"
Barbara welcomed the change in position. It wasn't as awkward and uncomfortable as the chairs or being spread-eagled on the bed. She also welcomed the start of her participation in this orgy. Having one person seduce her was thrilling! But two! That was erotic ecstasy!
Her buttocks were parted after Herman prepped her ass hole with the lubricant. His prick pressed against the puckered hole. Herman's cock passed along the tight fleshy funnel of her anus. She had the sensation of a thick impaction up her rectum.
He was pressed close to her buttocks. Herman's hands reached around her hips, searching for her hairless quim. His fingers grasped her clitoris. He remained motionless, his cock imbedded up to the hilt. Barbara's clitoris was treated to a lascivious massage.
The impacted pressure in her ass and the erogenous massage of her erotic cuntal button sent waves of delicious chills through her. She sucked in her breath in pleasurable hisses. "Hssssss! Hssssss!"
Her hips wriggled in salacious sensuality. She tried to grind her clitoris against the teasing fingers. Her undulating ass pounded the captured dick.
"Hey! Let's see some action here!" Billy demanded.
Barbara bent her head forward. She cupped his balls in the palm of one hand. Her other hand grasped Billy's cock near the shaft and guided the prick into her mouth. She drew the turgid meat in slowly; first, the pinkish-red tip and then the rest of the shaft. Her lips compressed over the hard-on as it continued to be absorbed.
Her tongue rolled around the cock, playing over the head and sliding along the side of the cock. With her head bobbing up and down, Barbara slid her mouth along his prick in a simulated fucking motion. To vary the method, she blew hard. Her puffed cheeks forced his cock slowly out. Deflating her cheeks, Barbara sucked in. The reverse pressure drew Billy's dick back into the tantalizing oral cavity.
She continued to alter her style. Her cupped palm gently fondled and caressed his balls.
"That's good!" Billy said approvingly. "Man! You sure know how to give a blow-job!"
Inspired by his compliment, Barbara attempted new nuances to her tonguing and sucking.
In the meantime, Herman was busily involved in satisfying his own lust. His pelvis shifted back and forth in slow deliberate strokes. Barbara's ass was aware of the erotic movements. His enflamed flesh ignited her carnal desires.
The heat was spreading from her ass hole and into her sweating twat. Herman's digital massage on her clitty added to the erotic inflammation. She was sentient of the erogenous turbulence growing. Suddenly, she wondered what it would be like to be fucked in her cunt and ass at the same time.
Billy's hands were clasped about her head. He was holding her mouth captive over his incited cock. Barbara continued to lavish lascivious licks and sucks. Her body was a drilling pump. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to extract the juices from Billy's dick. She moved her ass in frenzied shakes to obtain Herman's outpourings.
She lustfully reveled in her role. The combined stimulation intoxicated her.
Herman had a firm grip on her hips. He was driving his prong in and out with frantic thrusts. Barbara was disappointed in the abandonment of her cunt. Herman was warming it up nicely. She had sustained the growing glow of orgasmic titillation. His departure from that tack left her a little unsatisfied.
It wasn't too bad, however! His shuttling prick still had her partially primed. The entire scene had aroused her passion. If she couldn't sate her desires through a violent orgasm, at least she could enjoy it some other way.
Her plugged ass hole was still erotically aroused. Herman rocked back and forth with a vengeance. His cock rubbed against the anal muscles with a voluptuous friction. She responded with her own carnal gyrations. Flesh pounded against flesh in an erotic contest. To see which party could evoke the most voluptuous state of carnal delirium!
Billy's legs were draped over her shoulders. Her face was buried deep in his crotch. Barbara managed to assimilate his prick down to the base. She was pleased with her accomplishment. His cock was completely absorbed in her mouth. In an impetuous move, she released his rampant cock. Her open mouth closed over a flesh-covered ball. She sucked it in.
Billy murmured a low growl of approval. "Errrrrr!" He wriggled his hips in sensual appreciation. His sound of pleasure and erotic movements inspired Barbara further. She had a feeling of accomplishment. She was able to arouse and excite a male to heights of ecstasy.
She released his ball and slid her tongue along the sac down to his perineum. For a brief movement, she rolled her tongue around the perimeter of his ass hole. The flattened blade of her tongue pressed against the sphincter. Billy uttered another growl of approval.
Her tongue retraced its steps. Her mouth moved back towards the rigid shaft of flesh covered with her saliva. She repeated the ritual of vacuuming in his prick slowly. Shifting her hands, she pushed one finger up Billy's ass. In cadence with Herman's fucking, she started to frig Billy's hole.
Barbara's head nodded in tempo. Her head, finger and hips moved in tandem to the tempo of the moment.
Herman's drive picked up momentum. His dick was ramming her ass with fast strong strokes. He began to grunt from the effort. "Hunnrrrr! Hunnrrrr!"
She knew that very soon the imbedded cock would explode. An unloosed orgasmic torrent would pour into her plugged dam. His frantic efforts continued with renewed energy.
In the meantime, her finger continued to frig the elastic hole. Her mouth made moist sucking sounds as her lips sucked greedily on the cock implanted in her mouth.
All three maintained a pace of accelerated libidinous passion. It was a race to see which one could induce the first orgasm.
In spite of the lack of direct stimulation to her cunt, Barbara still felt the faint rumble of an erogenous turbulence stirring within her.
Herman's prick was a stick of dynamite ignited by the spark of the carnal friction. She felt the explosion.
The glutinous emissions shot out in tremendous bursts, detonated by the orgasmic fuse. Herman made a final deep thrust and his cannon, pressed against the tight wall of her ass hole, boomed out shell after shell of viscous liquids.
She could feel the spasms in his tube, expanding and contracting, spurting out his cum. The violent impact of each spurt striking the sensitive tissues of her rectum sent a tremor of carnal delight through her.
Herman gave a final heave as the orgasm began. He pressed close to her, his body fitting over hers in a bent over pose.
"Uhhrrrr! Uhhrrr!" Billy grunted. "Just a little bit more! Keep sucking! I'm almost there!" he whispered hoarsely.
There was an anguished urgency in his whispered command. Barbara responded. Her mouth and tongue exquisitely tormented his quivering prick. The hand that held his balls received the message first. His balls drew up as his cock trembled with the copious geyser that erupted.
A strong effusion of cum spurted out and spattered on the walls of her throat. Hungrily, she swallowed his cum, enjoying the slightly salty taste.
At the onset of his climax, Billy heaved his pelvis in frantic thrusts. Once, Barbara almost gagged at the violent contact. Her hands held the base of his spewing cock to prevent a recurrence. She wanted to enjoy the moment, not choke on it. A low growl of sensual gratification rumbled in his throat.
Barbara responded with a murmur of satisfaction. "Mmmmm!" The hum vibrated against the slowly deflating hard-on. She drained out the last drops of his cum. Her tongue pressed into the tiny pee hole slit. Her lingual brush sopped up the final drop. The act consummated, Barbara released her oral hold on Billy's prick.
Herman vacated his tenancy in her ass hole.
"Man!" he exclaimed. "That was some fuck! You got yourself a sweet deal, Billy!"
"Yeah! Don't I know it!" Billy replied. "And remember, it's mine! No dibs! And if you ever talk about this deal I let you in on, I'll bust your fuckin' ass!"
"Hey, Billy!" Herman answered in a semi-placating whine, "I ain't gonna queer a good deal!"
"Yeah, well just remember that!" Billy said almost belligerently. He turned to her. "How was that, Barbara?"
"What do you expect me to say? That skyrockets went off and that I had a multiple orgasm?" she answered.
"Okay! So you don't want to admit you enjoyed this session! Tell you what! The next time we get together, I'll definitely eat you out if you keep that cunt shaved," he promised. "Okay?"
The offer appealed to her but she didn't want to betray her desire. A thought crossed her mind.
"Can I see you alone for a minute, Billy?" she asked.
"Sure!" They went into her bedroom. "What do you want?" he asked. "Something special?"
He already had a hold on her. It didn't matter. Her proposition to him would entangle her deeper. But she wanted to satisfy an erotic desire.
"If . . . if I give you some money will you . . . will you buy me some things that I want?" she asked hesitantly.
He was intrigued by her query. "What kind of things?"
Her face flushed from embarrassment. She took some money from her purse. "Here's fifty dollars!" She pushed the bills into his hand. "Get me . . . some of those sex things!"
Barbara blurted out the request.
Billy gave her a questioning look. "Sex things? What the hell do you want with sex things? And what kind of sex things?"
She knew he was deliberately prolonging the matter to humiliate her. There was no way back now! It had been an imprudent gesture. Making the best of an inadvertent indiscretion, Barbara answered with a boldness that surprised herself, "You know! Those dildoes and other gimmicks for exciting sex games! I think they call them sex aids."
"What the hell do you want with that shit?" he asked in a puzzled tone. "Hell, I can give you all the sex excitement you need if your old man can't service you!"
Barbara became indignantly angry. "None of your fuckin' business about my husband's sexual ability! Are you going to buy it or not?"
Billy's surprised look at her outburst matched her own. She rarely used obscenity. Provoked by the developments of their conversation, she resorted to it. It obtained the desired effect.
He nodded. "Okay, okay! I'll buy that shit! When did you say your husband was getting back?"
"For all I know he could be on his way home now!" she answered. "Just buy it and hold on to it. You can deliver it Monday morning."
She went back to the living room and watched the two boys dress. It had turned out to be an exciting morning. Better still, Barbara discovered another side to her character that had been dormant for some time. She had developed a form of sexual nepenthe.
The problems of her own marital state were sublimated through the strong sexual participation of indiscreet erotic acts. Heightened by the rationalization of full involvement under the threat of rape. She hoped that Billy would make a good selection of gimmicks for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Frank Farrar returned home that afternoon. The Farrars went through the pretended mechanics of being happy to see one another. It was four in the afternoon when he entered their apartment. After the amenities of greeting each other with kissing and a big display of happiness, Frank called his office.
His secretary was still there. Barbara listened as he asked his secretary to come in on Saturday. There was some work he wanted to go over with her.
When Frank cradled the phone, Barbara pouted at him. "You're hardly home and you're going into the office tomorrow. Can't it wait until Monday?"
"You gotta strike while the iron is hot, honey," he answered. "I don't know how long this good streak of business is going to last. I'm trying to make the most of it.
"Look, tonight we'll go out to a nice restaurant and then dancing, a show, whatever you want! After that, when we get home, we'll play house." He gave her a wink and a lewd grin. "Then we'll have Saturday night and Sunday, all day."
She answered him with a smile in pretended acceptance. Barbara wondered whether there was any hanky-panky between Frank and his employee. Anything was possible!
Barbara had met Gussie Kanen. She was widowed, about 40 years old, and a little on the dumpy side. Gussie typed the few letters Frank sent out, did the bookkeeping and billing, and the little odds and ends for a one-man office. Barbara couldn't imagine Frank fooling around with Gussie. For that matter, she didn't think Gussie would go for her Frank.
Stranger things could happen! Hadn't she indulged in some extracurricular activities in sex herself! She shrugged the thought out of her mind.
The evening didn't turn out too bad. The food was good. She asked to be taken to a nightclub for some dancing and entertainment. Frank was very accommodating.
By the time they returned home, Barbara was looking forward to having sex with Frank.
Frank was speechless as he gazed upon her naked body. He never expected to see her shaved quim. "What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked.
"It's the new look!" she glibly lied. "I read an article in a magazine that a shaved pudenda is erotically stimulating in many ways to the male and female." She wanted to add that a shaved cunt might be an inducement for a man to go down on it. The night was progressing nicely. Barbara didn't want to mar it.
She knew the reaction she would get from Frank if she suggested eating her cunt.
He studied the naked pussy for a while in deliberation. After a few minutes, he nodded. "I think the article might be right! You know! It does have a sort of sexy look!" He nodded again to emphasize his feelings. "It is sexy! What do you say we try it out?"
Barbara moved towards him. They embraced, their mouths welding together. Their bodies swayed as they kissed. Their hands made little fondling gestures as they increased the sensual ardor of the moment. She made little moaning sounds of pleasure. Frank's hand played with a heavy tit.
Her hand held his stiff prick. She brought the cockhead to the shaved lips of her pussy. A patch of tiny bristles had begun to form. She rubbed the head against her quim. The contact was electrifying. The penile contact with the tiny stiff hairs sent sparks of current through her nervous system.
"Hey! Stop that!" Frank said in a laughing tone. "If you keep that up, I'll cum. You're right! A cunt without hair on it is very sexy!"
She stopped the erotic foreplay. His remark put a damper on her feelings. Barbara wished they would have a wild orgy that night. It was turning out to be the usual type of intercourse. Frank would arouse her up to a point. In the meantime, he would satisfy his own lust. After that, it was don't call me, I'll call you!
They stretched out on the bed, their naked bodies close to each other. On their sides, they resumed their kissing. Their tongues joined in a carefree frolic as they kissed deeply. The lingual embrace was a tantalizing erotic shock that sent shivers vibrating into her cunt. Both of them resumed the tactile stimulation as their hands dallied over erogenous parts.
Barbara wanted to scream out, "Fuck me!" This was another one of Frank's no-no's. It was all right for him to use dirty words in front of her. He frowned when she used it. Another hang-up of his was that he didn't want her to be too aggressive.
She decided to be a little daring. Her hand drew his cock close to the damp lips of her snatch. In answer to this little ploy, he parted her thighs. His anxious cockhead pushed past the damp lips of the glistening flesh. It slipped past the vestibule of her cunt into the vagina.
In the darkness, Barbara closed her eyes. She wanted to heighten the thrill of the contact.
Other times when they fucked, Barbara pretended to be highly aroused. She would groan and moan as Frank serviced her.
This time, as they lay in sexual contact, her mind conjured up visions of her erotic escapades with Billy. She recalled the movie she saw. How graphic and vivid that prick was fucking the cunt of the patient!
As she concentrated on that flight of sexual fantasy, Barbara was able to induce the desired effect. Her mind and body responded to the artificial stimuli. Deep inside her throbbing snatch was Frank's cock pumping away. But the mental image was Billy as well as the body beside her.
The groan that escaped from her throat wasn't pretended. "Ohhhrrr!"
Frank was straining to induce his own orgasm. His body bumped against hers. She tingled with voluptuous piquancy as the incandescent glow heated her body. Every nerve was vibrantly alive.
Her fertile imagination evoked more moans of pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she breathed in a husky voice. "Oh, that's good! That's goo-oooddd! More, more! Fuck me, fuck me! I'm cumming, I'm cumming. AHHHHRRGG-gggrrrr!" A cry of anguished joy tore from her throat and died in a gurgled growl.
She had lost herself in ecstatic abandon. She was enveloped in an orgasmic delirium. It swept into every pore of her body. From the tip of her head down to the bowels of her excited cunny.
Barbara was vaguely aware of Frank's climactic discharge. His prick pumped out a sparse discharge. "Hey, honey! I really turned you on then, didn't I? I haven't seen you like this since we were first married. I don't mind you enjoying yourself but please try and restrain yourself. You know I don't like it when you use dirty words."
Barbara experienced a moment of depressurizing. She returned to reality. Their sex play had been satisfying to her. She heard the last part of his comments.
Tough shit! she swore silently. If you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself!
It didn't make much difference. Frank had withdrawn his soft cock and turned over.
Saturday morning, Frank left early for the office. Barbara wished she had Billy's phone number. She could call him to rush over and service her. Shaking her head in an attempt to dispel the wild thoughts, she went into the kitchen for some coffee. These crazy thoughts would have to stop!
The transfer of imagery during sexual relations could prove embarrassing. She pondered the possible results if she had called out Billy's name during the sex session with Frank!
More and more, her idle time was spent in sexual reveries. It was a dangerous type of transition.
Barbara passed by the bedroom window. Looking out, she saw her neighbor Mel Tyler leering at her. He was standing naked at the window, jerking off his cock at her. She slapped the palm of her right hand into the crook of her left arm. And the left arm shot out, fist closed, in an obscene gesture. Then she pulled down the shade. Something had to be done about that character! He could become dangerous!
The weekend passed with some perfunctory sexual efforts on Frank's part. There was a brief attempt at sex Saturday night and a stronger effort, Sunday night.
By the time Monday morning came, Barbara was ready to take on a regiment to satisfy the carnal cravings stirring inside of her.
After Frank left for work, she wondered whether Billy would visit her. Did he pick up the gimmicks she ordered? Nervously, she paced her apartment. By nine-thirty, Barbara felt like a drug addict needing a fix. She decided a warm bath might help calm her.
She was toweling herself dry when she heard the signal taps at the door. Naked, she hurried to answer the summons.
"Who's there?" she asked cautiously.
"Billy!"
Hiding behind the door, she opened it to let him in and locked it.
He gazed at her and shook his head. "Boy! You don't believe in wasting any time, do you? You really have hot nuts!" He handed her a large paper bag. "Here's your goodies! I tried to get you a nice assortment. By the way, you got three dollars' change coming!"
"Keep it!" she said as she anxiously grabbed the bag.
Barbara opened the package to examine the items Billy had bought for her. Her eyes opened in astonished interest. She took out the first item.
It was a lifelike replica of a cock, eight inches long and two inches in circumference. It was complete in every detail including a set of balls. The balls were a depository for warm water or any other type of liquid. At the appropriate moment, the balls were squeezed, sending a cascade of artificial cum up the shaft.
The second sexual aid Barbara took out to examine was a similar piece. There was a slight resemblance to the first article. Except for the lack of balls and a little sturdier. At the bottom of this phallic piece was a knob. It opened up to accept two small batteries already in it. When the knob was twisted, the fake prick became a vibrator.
She studied the next article. It was a narrow plastic tube. Sticking out from the tube was a narrower tube, straw-like, slightly curved and flexible. She found out that this aid was a rectal unit.
Billy's final purchase was a double dildo. It was a U-shaped object with double prongs. Fitted into the ass and cunt, it became a devastating vibrator when turned on.
Barbara's cunt began to itch in eager anticipation to try these toys out. Billy must have read her mind.
"How would you like to try your new toys out?" he asked.
"If that's what you want to do!" she tried to make her voice sound noncommittal. Their conversation seemed like a rehearsed dialogue. Each knew what the other thought and wanted.
"Lay down next to the table!" Billy ordered.
He handcuffed her wrists about the leg of a table. Her pulse quickened. The blood raced excitedly through her veins like some swift messenger heralding the anticipated sexual turbulence. She wanted to scream out for him to hurry. She wanted to feel her body seized with erotic delirium. He was taking so damned long to start. Billy shucked off his clothes finally. He gazed down at her waiting form.
Holding up two of the objects, he said, "Which one would you like first?"
"Stop playing games!" Barbara snapped. Her voice was tinged with quivering excitement. She had difficulty in restraining her emotions.
"Suppose we try this first!" he said. He took the double dildo and inserted the prongs into her two holes.
"Hssssss!" She sucked in a sigh of blissful appreciation. The phallic substitutes seemed like real. From the sensation of the contact down to the thickness of the impaction.
He turned on the small switch and the twin vibrators hummed into action. Barbara had no conceived ideas of what the effect would be like. She was overwhelmed by the thrilling impressions the pulsating phalli evoked. Her cunt and asshole were treated to thousands of tingling shocks. She closed her eyes to savor the voluptuous tickle.
Barbara shifted from side to side. Her hips wriggled in a sensuous effort to plunge the cocks deeper into her holes. A groan of anguished pleasure tore from her throat. "Ohhh-rrrrrr!"
Billy kept his promise. He clamped his mouth on her cunt. This new sensation intensified her libido. A lascivious wave washed her body and flooded her cunt with ecstatic tremors.
She felt his oral spatula sweep from her clitoris down to the meatus of her twat. His chin pressed against the fake cock, driving it deeper into her hole.
She repeated the anguished groans. "Ohhh-rrrr! Ohhhrrrrr!" Her tongue rolled over her lips, tasting the rapture of the moment. She sucked in her lower lip, biting it to intensify the delicious intoxication.
"That's good, that's good!" Barbara murmured approvingly. Her pelvis shifted in erotic gyrations.
Billy shifted his attack back to her clitoris. He had a way of softly chewing on the tiny engorged node that sent electrifying shocks all over her. Combined with the pulsating apparatus in her erogenous holes, it intensified the carnal delight.
It was sexual torture! But what delicious exquisite pain! Not the kind that tears through the body making one cry out in anguished pain! But the kind that heightens every sense making one intensely aware of the piquant pleasures!
Billy shifted the double dildo, frigging both holes with a gentle movement. Coupled with his mouthing and tonguing, the sensation drove Barbara to the threshold of divine rapture. She was at the breaking point.
"No, no! No more, no more! I can't take it! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. Her body writhed in violent quivers.
He stopped eating her clitoris. Billy started to remove the dildoes from their imbedded holes. Barbara called out.
"No, no! Don't stop, don't stop! Keep fucking me, eat me out! Oh, I'm dying, I'm dying! This is wild! WILD! I never had something like this before," she cried out. "I'm cumming like crazy and it won't stop! It keeps shooting! Over and over!"
The multiple orgasms that pulsated within her gorged twat were a new and welcome experience. Deep in the cavern of her cunt, a heavy outpouring of liquid joy gushed out uncontrolled.
At first, there were two separate sensations. The strong tingling vibrations in her ass hole and cunt. Then Billy sucked her clitoris. The erogenous stimulation fused into one. Her venereal orifices were seized with one tremendous erotic explosion.
Billy continued to stir Barbara's aroused emotions. He resumed eating her cunt. His hand continued to manipulate the twin dildoes inside of her.
She twisted her body from side to side. The handcuffs held her fast to the leg of the table. Barbara was indifferent to the uncomfortable restriction. Her mind concentrated on the tantalizing effects produced by the stimulation.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Here it comes again! Fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder! Shove those lovely cocks in deeper!" she exhorted him. "Suck, suck! Harder, harder! I'm cumming, I'm CUMM-MINNGGGG! YAHHRRGGgrrr!" Her anguished cry diminished to a rumble of spent ecstasy.
Barbara's pelvis bucked in violent and frenzied thrusts as the multiple orgasms seized her. As she cried out in anguished rapture, her body gave one final frantic heave. She raised her hips partially off the floor. They remained suspended briefly. Then collapsed with the final sounds of her cry trailing off.
Her body was covered with perspiration from the exertion. Billy withdrew the twin vibrators. "You sure are some hot piece of ass!" he told her.
He unlocked the handcuffs. She sat up and rubbed her wrists. Her large tits rose and fell as she breathed deeply.
Billy examined the various gadgets with renewed interest. "Say! These fuckin' things really work, huh? How about using this one on my ass while you suck me off?" he told her.
He held out the small rectal vibrator.
She nodded. Her body was still in a state of shock. Exquisite deliriums of rapture! Barbara's ass and cunt still tingled from the strong pulsations of the vibrators. The pulsations continued to reverberate with dull voluptuous throbs. Her mind was partially dulled. Recovering from the aftermath, Barbara's mind focused on Billy's request.
Taking the miniature vibrator, she inserted the flexible tip into Billy's ass. She twisted the handle switch. The vibrator hummed into action.
"Wow!" Billy exclaimed. "What a fuckin' sensation! It can almost blow your mind!"
She held the handle of the stimulator and slowly rotated it. His stiff cock was sucked up between her tempting lips. Her tongue flicked over the pee hole in the head. She tasted a drop of pre-coital oozing. It was saltier than the cum.
Barbara found herself enjoying the blow-job. She found more pleasure in sucking Billy than her husband. After the fantastic orgasm she enjoyed, she was aroused to the state of reciprocating.
Deliberately, she sucked and licked the head of Billy's prick. Her lingual embrace swept around his corona clockwise. Shifting direction, she ran her tongue counterclockwise. She lavished his prickhead with heavy saliva.
The vibrator in his ass lent impetus to the erotic rumblings in his prick. Billy wriggled his hips in ecstatic approval. He growled rapturously. "Nnnrrrr!"
"Just a little more!" he notified her through clenched teeth. "I can feel it cumming! Here . . . it . . . CUMSSS!" he declared.
His pelvis rocked frantically. As the glutinous globs spilled out of his spasming cock, he tried to shove his dick down her throat. She was careful to prevent him from stabbing her in the throat.
Barbara's mouth filled up with the thick milky fluid. Slowly, she swallowed the thick semen, enjoying the erotic contact as it slid down her gullet. Her lips erotically clamped down on the softening cock and milked out the last drops of his cum.
She found the blow-job highly exciting. Billy lay on his back, recovering from the exhilarating strain of their sex.
"That was the best blow-job I ever had!" he announced. "Those fuckin' gadgets are wild! I'm gonna bring Herman back here tomorrow. We gotta have ourselves a real orgy!"
The statement appealed to her. That was the next thing she needed! A real wild orgy! So did the movies!
"I want you to bring some movies also," she said.
Her remark made him look at her quizzically. "What's come over you? You seem different!
First, you ask me to get you these gadgets! Now, you want me to bring you the movies! You never asked for anything! You used to get your kicks being forced into doing things!"
"Maybe I am different!" she answered.
A slow transformation had taken place. Barbara was assuming a new role. She was more aggressive. It had been a long time coming.
She reflected on Billy's observation. Her change would ultimately affect her married life. Whether for better or worse, she didn't know yet! One thing was certain! Some radical changes would be made!
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "And don't forget to bring the movies!" she reminded him.
He gave her a respectful look. "Sure! I won't forget! Is there anything else you want me to get for you?"
"If there is, I'll let you know!" she answered. She spoke with authority, more assured.
She was enjoying the new character she portrayed.
After Billy left, she searched for a good hiding place to store her sexual treasures. She wasn't ready yet for Frank to discover them. At the opportune time, he would be informed of her acquisitions.
Her sexual appetite had increased. Barbara knew what her plans were for the rest of the day. She was going out to buy some sex novels. Her education was lacking! She was going to do something about it! And when she finished with her objective, Frank was going to be a riisfying sex machine or else! The chains of sexual repression were about to be broken!
CHAPTER SIX
Barbara found her metamorphosis a refreshing one. She was vibrantly alive sexually when she first married Frank. His years of domination had subdued and repressed this feeling. It was no longer buried. The incidents with Billy had revitalized her repressed feelings.
After Billy left, she dressed and went shopping. She found several sex books. Not the manual type! She wasn't interested in a primer for newlyweds or uninitiated. Her interest was centered on the sexual nuances described in the various sex novels. There were some positions described in these books that sex manuals could never conceive. Besides, a number of those books gave some psychological insights to what made people like her husband tick.
She purchased three books and brought them home. Midway in the afternoon, she called Frank. Using the pretext of asking him what he wanted for supper, Barbara determined approximately what time he was coming home. It wouldn't do to have him walk in on her while she was reading one of the sex novels.
By the time he arrived, supper was ready and the books hidden with her cache of sex gadgets.
After supper, Frank busied himself with sales plans and Barbara watched TV After the eleven o'clock news, they retired for the evening.
Surprisingly, Frank avoided sexual relations. As though anticipating her unasked questions, he professed being very tired. He had a hard day running around, seeing clients, and other related work.
Yes! And screwing around with that Gussie Kanen, I'll bet! she accused him silently. If I ever catch you in the saddle with her, look out!
Barbara accepted the absence of sexual relations that night. After Frank leaves tomorrow, I'll have plenty of ass, she told herself.
She woke up early with Frank and had coffee with him. When he left, she showered and shaved the small stubble growing back on her pussy. Barbara glanced at her watch in anxious expectancy. Billy, Herman, and the movies should prove to be a very exciting combination.
The two quick taps at the door answered her thoughts. Within minutes, her salacious yearning would be realized. The sex Frank failed to give her the previous evening was to be repaid now. In this carnal union between Barbara and the two boys, she would be adequately compensated for the earlier loss.
The living room was darkened, the projector set, and the film flickered its erotic story on the wall.
Both boys flanked Barbara. This time, she directed the activity. Billy and Herman accepted her supervision without any comment. As they sat watching the picture, she played with their cocks. Each of her hands clasped a hot prick in a palm. She refrained from jerking them off. The slightest effort might make them cum. That wasn't her aim.
She wanted to feel the hot erotic strength emanating from their virile tools. Her eyes were focused on the movie. It involved two girls and a boy.
The boy was a youth about eighteen making a delivery of groceries to their apartment. The two girls had been servicing each other. At the boy's appearance, they seized him and tore his clothes off. Barbara watched fascinated at the close shots of the girls sucking the boy off.
There was a very close shot of the cum shooting out of the boy's cock. She enjoyed watching that scene. Her mouth had tasted the cum so many times. This time she could see what that delicious concoction looked like.
The movie ended with all three being spent. Satisfied with the initial arousal, Barbara stood up. "Today is my turn to direct the action !" she declared. "If you want to be a member of this club, you'll have to be initiated," she told Herman. "Are you ready?"
He gave her a frightened look. His hard-on shrunk. He turned to Billy. "Hey! I don't know anything about no 'neeshashun! What's she gonna do to me?"
Barbara winked at Billy. "What's the matter? You got shit in your blood?" Billy taunted Herman. "What could happen to ya? It has to do with sex! How bad could it be? C'mon, be a man! Whatever she wants, you do it!"
Herman turned to Barbara. He looked at her warily. "Okay! What . . . what do I hafta do?" he asked hesitantly.
She ordered him to stretch out on the floor. When she produced the rectal vibrator, he looked frightened again. "What's that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "You . . . you ain't gonna hurt me?"
"For Chris' sakes, Herman!" Billy exclaimed. "I had the same thing done to me. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
Barbara inserted the slim tube into Herman's puckered ass hole. He jerked his hips as the unfamiliar object passed along the anal canal. She squatted over his face. "When I turn on the machine, I want you to start eating my pussy!" she ordered.
"Eat your cunt!" he exclaimed in protest. "I ain't no cunt lapper! Fuck his 'neeshashun!"
"If you don't start eating," Billy declared, "I'll tell everybody I caught you jerking off when you couldn't make it with a broad!"
Herman gave him a dirty look for being betrayed. Barbara pressed her naked pussy close to his face. Leaning forward, she turned on the rectal vibrator.
Immediately, Herman's hips started to writhe at the erotic stimulation. Wild grunting sounds rumbled in his chest. "Hunnrr, Hunnrr!"
"Stop enjoying yourself so much and start sucking my cunt," Barbara ordered.
She felt his tongue roll against the crack of her cunt in a cautious lick. A smile crossed her lips. By the time he was through with her, he could eat pussy with the best of them!
Under her direction, Herman became a capable lapper. He moved his mouth and tongue all over her pussy. From the recessed clitty to the inner portals of her vagina. She ordered him to concentrate on the clitoris. His mouth held the tiny papule captive between his lips while his tongue punished it with strong flicking licks.
Her hand alternately rotated the inserted tube and frigged Herman's ass hole. Still obeying her orders, he maintained his oral homage at her venereal shrine. His ass bucked and shook as she teased him with her erotic instrument.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" His muffled murmur of erotic exhilaration tingled against her clit-ty. She anticipated his orgasm any second. Reaching out, she grabbed his quivering piece and gave it several quick tugs. Her efforts were immediately rewarded. The strong contractions beat against her closed fist.
Cupping her hand over the head, Barbara watched the jism spurt out into her palm. She watched the thick eruptions shoot out of the tiny hole. After the fourth thick spurt, the force and thickness of the emission diminished.
Meanwhile, Herman was dutifully trying to extract the honey from her flower. His clumsy efforts under her tutelage and her erotic manipulation of his erogenous parts brought on the desired results.
A small orgasm flooded her snatch. For the moment, she was temporarily satisfied. She stood up.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.
Herman's chin was covered with saliva. His face was flushed from his efforts. "Whew! That was some session!"
"Wait until you see what else I have planned! Let's have some coffee first. I want you to get your strength back," she told Herman. "I'll need you both for the next session."
She deliberately stalled waiting for Herman to recover from his efforts. His cock was needed at full capacity for her next plan of action. Unless he could service her properly, the whole thing would be an exercise in futility.
They returned to the living room. "I want you both to fuck me simultaneously!" she declared. "One of you will fuck me in the ass and the other in the cunt. I don't care which one of you takes what hole but I want you to fuck me good!"
The two boys looked at each other in astonishment. "I'll take the ass!" Billy answered. "You can have the cunt!" he told Herman. Herman nodded.
She took them into her bedroom. Her shade was drawn to avoid Tyler from snooping.
"You lay on the bed near the edge with your feet dangling down," she instructed Herman.
He took his position. Barbara moved between his thighs. After a little shifting around, she managed to impale herself on his fleshy shaft. Wriggling a little, she made herself comfortable.
She directed Billy to shove his cock into her ass. He parted the fleshy orbs of her shapely buttocks. Using a bit of Vaseline, he was soon imbedded in the warm moist anal sheath.
It was beyond her fondest dreams! This dual impaction was an idea she thought of after Billy used the dual dildoes on her. The real thing was a vast improvement! Although the fake cocks felt like the real thing, they couldn't compare to the two dongs imbedded in her holes now.
There was more animation, life, heat to the two pricks resting in her ass and cunt. The two real cocks evoked a greater voluptuous eroticism.
She remained stretched out on Herman's body, savoring the dual contact. Eventually, she would start the boys off. Her mind envisioned the rapturous thrill their fucking would give her. It had to be done just right! They had to fuck her in tandem, employing a steady rhythm. Otherwise, the whole thing would be screwed up in more ways than one!
"Listen, carefully!" she told them. "Here's what I want you two to do! It has to be done right! I'll give you two the beat! When Herman shoves up into my cunt, you Billy, move out of my ass a little. And when Billy pushes his cock into my ass, you move back, Herman!
"Got it? I'll start you off. Remember! On the first count, Herman shoves up and Billy moves back. Just make believe you two are working with a cross saw. On the count of three!
"Ready! One, two, three!"
The boys swung into action as they started to fuck the sandwiched body between them. They picked up the beat. Herman heaved his hips upward and Billy surrendered part of his imbedded prick.
The synchronized movements brought on a new sensation for Barbara. She had sampled what it would be like when Billy double-dipped her, but there was no comparison to the genuine pricks.
Barbara moved with the rhythmic thrusts.
The boys altered their strokes, keeping the cadence. She felt the heat from Billy's dong. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahrrrr!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moan. Even the cock working in her moist quim permeated her twat with a fire of erotic rapture.
Billy had a firm grip on her hips as he rocked back and forth on his heels. Barbara felt the lips of her puckered hole retract as his prick plunged inward. As his prong withdrew partially, her sphincter moved upward with it. Its lips compressed about his cock in a venereal kiss, reluctantly refusing to relinquish its grip.
Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred diligently.
Billy's pelvis was bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His balls gently slapped the inside of her thighs. She listened to the breathing cadence of the two boys. Herman seemed to be exerting more effort because of their bodies pressing down on him.
Barbara tried to hold back part of the weight from Herman. With two bodies fully pressed on his, he would be unable to move, let alone fuck her with some respectability.
"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" The two boys emitted deep raspy grunts.
Herman's warm breath blew up into her face. He was exerting more effort with his penile thrusts from his supine position.
Barbara added her own animal sounds. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!" The combined sounds of their efforts added further stimulus to the erotic excitement.
"That's the way, boys!" she grunted approvingly. "Keep it up! Fuck me, fuck me!" she exhorted them, hoping that the obscene urgings would incite their lascivious lust to greater effort.
"More, more! Fuck me, you cunt lappers! I can feel those lovely pricks fucking me! Beautiful, beautiful! Harder, harder. Fuck me, fuck me!" f he urged in a hoarse shout.
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated the ass from her cunt. She could feel the pounding of their battering rams threatening to break through. A wild thought came to her! Suppose their cocks managed to break through the fleshy wall of muscle and tissue and they shot their loads over each other's cocks. What a crazy thing!
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes dreamily shuttered in ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse sexuality streamed through her body.
An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her bowels. She didn't know whether it was her ass or cunt. All she felt was a violent spasm.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she exclaimed. "Keep it up, keep it up!" she pleaded.
"HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were louder and more strident. "I'm cumming again! I'm shooting another load! I'm CUMM-MMINNGGG! AHHHGrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She raised her body slightly. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spastic emissions of an orgasm from Billy's prick spit into her rectum. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Herman flooded her snatch with his cum.
Barbara's body collapsed against Herman's. Billy made his final thrust shoving her forward. His hips were curved against her rounded ass cheeks. He rested his head on her back. The sexual storm that had shaken them had abated. It left the three of them spent. They remained fused in that way for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return to refresh them.
Billy recovered first. He withdrew his flaccid dick from Barbara's ass. She was freed of his weight when he stood up. With some effort, she shifted her body off of Herman. His prick had suffered the same fate as his confederate's.
"Well, how was that?" Barbara asked. Her face was flushed from the effort and excitement.
"Boy! You sure dig some wild fucking scenes!" Herman commented. "It wouldn't surprise me if you tried it hanging from the chandelier!"
Billy laughed. "Don't give her any ideas! You never can tell! Every time I get together with her is a surprise!"
Barbara joined them with a throaty laugh. "Don't worry! Unless I have a good grip on the ground, I'm not about to try any fancy fucking! Relax awhile! We're not finished yet!"
"You're really into this fucking scene, ain't you?" Billy commented. "Just a few days ago. you were a pussy cat. Now you're a tiger!"
"You don't have any complaints so far, do you?" she asked.
"Hell, no!" he grinned. "It's more fun this way!"
Barbara nodded. "Good! One of you give me a cigarette!"
Billy took his pack out. He held it out hesitantly. "I thought you didn't smoke! How come all of a sudden you're smoking?" he asked surprised by her request.
"I've changed. This is a new Barbara you're looking at. And if I want to smoke, then dammit, I'll smoke!"
"Anything that turns you on!" Billy quickly agreed.
She lit up a cigarette and gingerly took a puff. She exhaled with a quick expulsion of smoke. Barbara took several quick drags, exhaling quickly without inhaling. In her pre-marriage days, Barbara had smoked. Out of practice, she was gradually building up to her previous ease of smoking.
Barbara enjoyed the change in her role. In the past, she pretended to submit to Billy's demands in order to appease her conscience. It was no longer necessary for her to pretend. She was now in the commanding position.
"Have either one of you ever done anything kinky in the way of sex?" she questioned them.
The boys looked at each puzzled. A silent question passed between them. Billy turned to her. "Like what?" he asked.
Barbara shrugged her shoulders and gave him a lewd grin. "Oh, I don't know! Fucking around with some queer! Or going in for water sports, enemas, spankings! You know! Something really way out in the way of sex!"
A look of panic mixed with mild distaste flashed across the boys' faces.
"Hey! Are you wigged out? What are you? Some kind of a freak? Are you on the stuff?" Billy asked in consternation.
She laughed. "Don't get so uptight I'm just making conversation. Don't worry, I'm not into that bit. I just wanted to get a reaction from you." She grounded out the smoldering butt. "I hope I didn't inhibit you boys. Are you ready for another session?"
There was doubt on their faces. "Like what exactly did you have in mind?" Herman asked.
"Something you two are going to like!" she answered. "I am going to run a contest! I will give you two a treat! I want to see which one of you can excite me the most. You can do anything you want but you have to make me want more. The winner gets $25," she offered.
"Can we work together?" Herman asked.
"Uh-uh!" she shook her head. "Each of you is on his own. And you have to really turn me on! Otherwise, no one wins!"
"How will we know that you're really turned on?" Billy asked. "After all, you could just as easily say that no one turned you on."
"You'll never know until you try it! Besides, in every contest, the decision of the judge is always final," she said.
"Okay! I'll take a shot at it!" Billy said. He shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell can I lose? After all, that's what we're here for! Sex!"
"Is there anything special you want me to do?" Barbara asked. She felt the tingling itch starting in her cunt. Her feeling was that Billy wouldn't disappoint her. He seemed to have the ability to arouse her salacious lust.
"Just stretch out on the bed! I'll do the rest," he said.
She was supine on the bed waiting for him to start. He climbed on top of her. Squatting over her heavy tits, he held his cock against one of her boobs. Billy grasped the head of his prick and rubbed it against the ruby nipple.
The velvety contact of his prick touching her erogenous tip sent an electrifying chill down to her snatch. Barbara felt the tingle of erotic pleasure flitting around in her twat. The mammary tip grew harder.
Billy's mouth fitted over the eraser-like tip. His tongue lavished hot moist licks. The heat filling up her tit was spreading down to her sweating snatch. He rolled his tongue down her tit, letting it glide over her sensitive flesh. It traveled over her rib cage towards her navel, leaving a trail of saliva over her stomach.
His hands swept up and down her thighs in a lambent caress. Gently, he moved his hands towards the apex of her thighs. Just before reaching her twat, Billy would move his palms away. He moved his tongue over her hairless pudenda, bypassing her clitty and cuntal slit. His mouth moved over the puffed lips of her pussy. Billy's mouth lingered on the linguinal area, deliberately avoiding contact with her hot box.
Barbara enjoyed this foreplay. She wished Frank would do something like that! She tried to anticipate what Billy was going to do next. Her lascivious thoughts helped to keep the erotic embers glowing.
Billy stopped his lingual attack. She was disappointed by the interruption. It was only temporary. He inserted the thin rectal vibrator into her ass. Taking the double dildo, he inserted one phallus into her cunt. The other tip rested against her clitoris. He turned both of the gadgets on. Immediately, Barbara was treated to a plethora of exquisite voluptuous shocks.
The vibrating tingles were different than the first time Billy used the double dildoes. The triple contact intensified the thrilling agitation in her lower body. It filled the anal and cuntal caverns. Expanding like pressure with no place to go, the sensation was absorbed by her nerves and pores.
Like the ingestion of alcohol, the titillating sensation slipped into her bloodstream and intoxicated her. She felt the stirring agitation all the way from the tip of her head to the ends of her toes.
Her hands stretched out and clutched part of the bedsheet. She crushed the material in a tight grip. She rolled her head from side to side in anguished erotic rapture. Barbara's eyes were tightly shut in blissful ecstasy. A growl of erogenous gratification rumbled in her throat. "Ahhhrrrr!" Her large tits rose and fell rapidly. The increased respiration caused her to breathe at a faster rate. Little snorting sounds escaped from her flared nostrils.
Billy was artfully manipulating the vibrators to enhance the voluptuous thrills that tingled her ass and cunt. He managed the employment of the gadgets to the maximum benefit.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Barbara murmured in rapturous bliss. "Don't stop! More, more! Oh! That's good! That's goooooood! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
During the mechanical stimulation, Barbara's pelvis shifted in a sensuous gyration. As the erotic thrills increased, her hips writhed in rapturous undulations. As the orgasmic pressure built up, she bucked her hips in violent thrusts.
Her hips rocked in a simulated fucking motion. She raised her ass off the mattress. Arching her back, Barbara made several quick thrusting movements, then paused. Her ass rocked from side to side in frenzied shakes. The frantic bucks followed. Then the frenzied shakes again.
"Nnnnrrrr! Nnnnrrrr!" she grunted. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she announced. "Faster, faster! I'm CUMMMM-MIINNNGG! AHHRRGGRRrrrr!" The loud roar of erotic anguish tore from her throat and died down to a low sensual growl.
Her body tossed and bucked in frenzied gyrations. "No more, no more!" she pleaded in a low exhausted voice. "I can't take anymore!"
Billy ignored her protests and continued to torment her. The vibrators maintained their voluptuous provoking tingles. Inside her cunt and ass, the erotic stimulation began anew.
"Don't stop!" she ordered. "The fuckin' thing is building up again! I'm shooting like crazy! I'm cumming again! It won't stop!"
She didn't have time to marvel at this physiological phenomenon. A strong flood of cum filled her now juicy sluice box. Perhaps a dozen orgasms were discharged. Yet, they continued ! Like a stormy raging sea that battered the shore unmercifully! Wave after wave of the pulsating orgasms struck her cuntal shores.
The copious discharge poured out of her flooded snatch and trickled down her thighs. At the sight of the flow, Billy removed the objects from their resting places.
Barbara's battered frame fell back against the mattress. She lay there in total exhaustion. Her body was bathed in perspiration. Her ass and quim still tingled from the strong vibrations. Every nerve fiber was vibrantly alive.
A sigh of exhausted relief shook her body. "Ohhhh! I never thought I could be turned on like that!" she exclaimed in a voice drained of emotion. "I'm really beat!"
"Do I get the money?" Billy asked.
Barbara opened her eyes. "Unless Herman tops you, you win! And you deserve every cent for the job you did!"
"How the hell do you expect me to top that?" Herman said, his voice showing his displeasure. "Go on, take the dough, you win!" he declared with bad grace.
Barbara remained exhausted on the bed. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, Billy. I can't move! I feel like I've been fucked bow-legged!"
Billy grinned. "See you tomorrow!" He turned to Herman. "C'mon, let's go!"
Dimly, she heard them talking in the other room. The door closed. She was alone.
Her mind was still aware of the exquisite erotic rapture she had experienced. If she could only get Frank to do the same! Their married life would be complete!
A wicked grin spread across her face. She planned a mischievous surprise for Frank. If it worked, Frank would be a changed man!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Barbara's recovery back to normalcy was slow. She remained on the bed luxuriating in the rapturous glow that permeated her body. Her excursions into the wilds of abandoned sex play had made a new woman out of her. The lingering effects of her session with Billy disappeared. She got up, showered, and dressed.
The thought occurred to her that she didn't have to wait until Herman dragged up his projector to see movies. There were movie houses in the city that had better films. Talkies! She could watch the fuck pictures and hear the sounds of erotic pleasure. It would be interesting to see how others reacted to salacious stimulation. A gleeful chuckle rippled in her throat. Frank would have a fit if he knew she was going to a porno movie! He would have a bigger fit if he knew about the way she was fucking around!
It served him right! If he didn't know how to take care of what he had, he didn't deserve having it!
She started out of the apartment. Mel Tyler accosted her.
"Hey! When are we going to have another session?" he demanded. His face was split with a lewd grin. He tried to make the question sound amusing.
"You were lucky the first time! Don't press it! I have a suggestion for you," Barbara answered. "Go find yourself somebody else that can stand you! If you can't, you can always fall back on old reliable! Your hand!"
His face clouded angrily. "Don't be such a fuckin' smart-assed bitch! Either you put out for me like you've been doing for those punk kids or else!" he threatened.
"Or else, what?" she demanded. She stood there growing angry. She couldn't understand why she was wasting her time holding a discussion with this creep.
A smirk crossed his face. "I could tell your husband or even the cops. How would you like to be raided and caught in the act of corrupting the morals of minors?
"And you're the type of a sonovabitch that would pull a stunt like that!" she said, nodding in agreement with herself. Barbara paused in pretended deliberation. She sighed in resignation. "Okay! You win! Thursday morning at ten o'clock! Is that okay with you ?"
"That's better!" he retorted. "I knew you'd see it my way after I put the squeeze on you."
You're in for a bigger surprise, you dirty bastard! she said silently. After I get through putting the squeeze on you, you won't be so full of piss and vinegar!
Barbara gave him a saccharine smile. "You'll have to excuse me now, lover boy, I have some shopping to do. See you Thursday morning!"
She stepped into the waiting elevator and left him standing in the hallway. Her fertile mind was already working on a plan to resolve this annoying problem regarding Tyler. If it worked out right, she would be rid of him once and for all.
There was other things to think about. Despite her recent loss of inhibitions, Barbara was a little self-conscious about entering the theatre. She was thankful for the darkness. Inside the movie house, she looked for an isolated area. After locating a spot, her eyes focused on the action from the screen.
The girl on the screen was doing an expert job of sucking off a well-endowed stud. The movie was better than Herman's films. Herman's movies could never compare to the close-up shots on the huge screen.
Barbara was partially aware of the man that sat down alongside of her. He had his fly unbuttoned and was exposing his stiff cock. She heard him whisper an obscene offer.
"Fuck off, buster!" she snapped with authority. It was a loud whisper. "You got three seconds to get your ass away from here! Otherwise, I'll run your perverted ass in.
"I don't need any more arrests today. So, move!"
The man hurried away from her. Two other men got up and left. She didn't know whether they left because of her or not. Regardless of the reason, her ego enjoyed a big boost.
After a half hour of watching the movie, Barbara left. The picture had little plot and the repetitious sex was becoming boring. It offered little enlightenment to what she already knew. She decided to go back to the apartment and play with the toys Billy had bought for her.
Barbara went to her hiding place where her erotic toys were kept. She took the double dildo and after some fumbling, managed to fit the twin phalli into the complementary holes. Gingerly, she stretched out on her bed.
The small rectal vibrator was turned on and held against a nipple on her tit. Her erogenous node tingled from the contact of the pulsating plastic tube. She trembled in anticipated excitement as her full breast became congested with the erotic stimulation.
She closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh of pleasure. "Mmmm!" The tingling sensation overflowed and moved through her body. Her hand switched on the other vibrator. Immediately, her entire body was engulfed with the dull prickle from the sex gadgets. The mechanical aphrodisiac actuated her mind. Visions of lascivious episodes crowded into her brain.
One incident had Billy and a number of his friends in her living room. There was music playing. She couldn't make out the tune. It didn't matter. She was swaying sensuously as she danced for the group. Slowly, she disrobed, removing each item of apparel tantalizingly.
When she was completely nude, Barbara proffered her body to them with obscene gestures. Her hands rolled over her large round tits. The palms cupped the full mounds. Her lips pursed and she emitted lewd sucking sounds.
She rolled her hands along her sides down to the hips. Her legs were splayed, slightly bent at the knees. With the same unhurried movements, Barbara caressed her tempting flesh. Her hands moved about her flat abdomen and traveled towards the inside of her thighs. Deliberately, she avoided the gash between her thighs.
Her palms lambently massaged the inner thighs while her hips sensuously gyrated. In this fantasy scene, all the boys were staring at her lustfully. She could feel the heat from their hot cocks hungering to fuck her.
The searching hands moved upward. Her fingers reached for the shorn lips of her cunt. As though parting a curtain, Barbara drew the lips apart. The glistening folds of damp pinkish meat stared back at her audience. She stuck the two forefingers inside, running them up and down.
"Who wants to fuck me first ?" she asked the crowd.
Everyone stood up, all clamoring for the privilege of sampling her wares. In her dream, Frank was present also. He was demanding his right to fuck her.
She enjoyed this new status. Especially, Frank having to compete with others for her favor.
"The man that fucks me has to suck me off!" she declared.
For a moment, there was a pause. "I'll do it! I'll do it!" Frank agreed.
He pushed forward from the crowd. "Kneel and start sucking!" she demanded.
Frank knelt in front of her. His hands clasped her ass. She felt his forehead press against her stomach. His mouth covered her moist quim. The flat blade of his tongue passed over the venereal slit. Barbara felt her husband's mouth hungrily lavishing her cunt with strong licks. His tongue slid along one side of her snatch and then the other.
She felt the tip of his tongue pushing into the vestibule of her wet box. The tip of his nose rubbed her clitoris.
"Eat my clitty!" she demanded.
Frank shifted his oral maneuvers to her clitoris. His lips closed over the engorged node. With a strong vacuuming suck, he captured the node between his lip-sheathed teeth. Clamping down, he nibbled softly on the sensitive meat.
One of his hands slipped between her thighs. A searching finger found its way past the puckered sphincter of her ass. As he sucked on her clitty, he fingered her hole with a slow frigging motion.
Her hands cradled his head, drawing his face closer to her hot pussy. "Eat it, baby, eat it!" she urged!
Frank responded to her salacious exhortation. His mouth and tongue evoked strong erotic thrills of rapture. She felt his oral spatula dig into her cunt. It scraped the oozing flesh, absorbing its hot juicy fluids. Her cunt was wet with Frank's saliva mingled with her vaginal emissions.
Her imagination inspired by the erotic calenture evoked lascivious episodes.
The mechanical philli continued to produce the tingling rapturous sensations. Her body rolled on the bed with the double dildoes imbedded in her ass and quim. Alternately, she pressed the other vibrator upon the nipples of her tits. The effect send prickling slivers of ecstasy sticking into every nerve fiber.
Barbara straddled two worlds. One of reality and the other of fantasy. Her body was aware of the titillating vibrations that embraced her in a blanket of ecstatic rapture.
That was reality! Her mind transferred the erotic voluptuous sensation into an imagined erogenous charade.
In her fantasy, Frank's mouth was devastating her twat. Low growls of rapturous approval gurgled in her throat. She writhed on the bed. "Grrrrnrrrr! Grrnnnrrr!" The growls rumbled in her chest. Her thrashing body was bathed in perspiration. She was being slowly basted from the heat of her passion.
Barbara manipulated the twin dildoes, frigging the two orifices wildly. Her hips rocked in frenzied thrusts. She gyrated and shook her pelvis in cadence with the fucking thrusts of the fake cocks. Moans of anguished rapture filled the bedroom. She was in the throes of a series of violent orgasms.
The pulsating climactic discharges shook her body as the juices sloshed in her quim. Her body trembled from the violent turbulence. No sooner did one orgasmic wave diminish than it was replaced by another.
Barbara was enervated by the drain on her nervous system. She deliberately kept the vibrators tantalizing her erogenous holes long past the point of endurance. After removing the erotic toys, she remained gasping on her bed. It felt as though the vibrators were still operating. Her body was a mass of dull throbbing tingles.
Her tits bounced up and down erratically as she breathed in rapid respiration.
Weakened by the erotic play, Barbara sat up with a great deal of effort. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, her legs buckled. She collapsed onto the bed.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, realizing the extent of the effects.
She lay on the bed, waiting for her strength to return. Feeling stronger, Barbara attempted to rise. This time, successfully! She looked at the clock on the end table. It was almost 4. Normal again, Barbara quickly hid her erotic acquisitions.
After straightening out the bed, she stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. When Frank came home, everything had to look normal.
He was home by five-thirty. Fortunately for Barbara, she didn't have to prepare a heavy meal during the summer months. Frank preferred salads or something light.
Frank asked her how she spent the day. Barbara shrugged her shoulders and reported a dull uninteresting day. In turn, she inquired about his day.
It was a social ritual. Frank talked about running around to see customers. Sales were getting tougher to come by. He was meeting a lot of resistance. But due to his salesmanship, effort, personality, etc., he was managing to meet his daily quota. It sounded like a one-man admiration society.
Frank complained of being tired. The heat and exhaustion from running around knocked him out.
For the first time, Barbara was discovering her husband in a new light. She was beginning to understand his language.
His complaint about being tired had a different connotation. It means, I'm tired and I don't feel like getting laid tonight!
The lament about business and his successful endeavors also had a special meaning. He was saying, I am a wonder boy! Even though things are tough, I manage to succeed because I am so sensational. You should bow down in the presence of such a fabulous person. Be thankful that I am taking care of you and that I bestow you with gifts.
His indifferent inquiry about the manner in which she spent her day also meant something else. He really didn't care; it was obligatory on his part to ask.
She managed to play his little game. She made the proper solicitous remarks. All her answers were the proper ones.
There will be some changes made soon, she vowed silently. You have a marital obligation to me and I intend to see that you fulfill it.
Her thoughts dwelled back on his sexual hang-ups. She reflected on the sexual fantasy she had with Frank eating her out. That too would come to pass.
In her preoccupation of her projected plans to change Frank, she started to leave for a cigarette. As she left the room, she caught herself. It wasn't time yet for Frank to discover her recently acquired vice.
"Would you like to watch TV?" she offered.
"Now! I think I'll hit the sack! I'm beat!" he replied.
"All right, dear!" she answered. "I'll watch TV for a while. Good night!"
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and murmured a response. She watched his departing figure.
"Get all the rest you can now," she murmured softly. "After I get through with you, you'll be yelling 'uncle'!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Billy showed up the next day alone. Herman had a job interview and couldn't join them.
"You know, I've enjoyed our little sessions," Barbara told him. "Even though I wasn't too crazy about the way it all started."
Billy chuckled. "At least you enjoyed yourself."
She nodded. "I have a lot to thank you for. But like a lot of things, all good things must come to an end."
A puzzled look crossed his face. "What do you mean?"
"It means the honeymoon is over. No more playing around! We have a few days left and
I want to make the most of it with you," she told him.
"I don't understand!" his face was still screwed up in bewilderment.
"My husband and I are going away on a vacation. After that, we may move from here," she lied. Actually, it wasn't a real lie. She was projecting her future plans. While the plans weren't finalized, she intended to see that they came to fruition.
"Oh!" Billy said. Disappointment registered in the simple exclamation.
"I have a big favor to ask of you!" Barbara said.
"Sure! Do you want me to buy some more of those gadgets?" he asked.
She smiled. "No! I have enough toys now to keep me happy. Can you get about a half a dozen of your friends up here about 9:30 Thursday morning? It's important to me. Especially, the time element."
He gave her a big grin. "You're looking for a gang bang! Jee-zus! You're really a hot piece of ass!"
Barbara returned his grin. "I owe it all to you, you big hunk of sex appeal! No! I have something else in mind."
She related her problem with Mel Tyler. Once and for all, she wanted to teach the bastard a lesson! Her plan was a simple one. Billy and his friends would be waiting, hidden, when Tyler came into the apartment.
When Tyler made his play, the boys would attack him and hopefully, subdue him. After that, Barbara hoped to discourage him from further annoying her.
Billy nodded. "Sure! No sweat! But after the guys work over this Tyler creep, they're gonna expect some kind of payment! You know! One hand washes the other!"
Barbara bobbed her head. "Don't worry! I understand perfectly. If this works, I'll be very happy to accommodate your friends."
Aside from the anticipated revenge, Barbara looked forward to Thursday morning. When Billy and Herman screwed her simultaneously, the erotic rapture had been twofold. She wondered what it would be like with a gang bang! Maybe she would take on three studs at a time! A cock all over!
Just the crazy thought of it gave her goose pimples! So was the sex exercise she planned for that morning making her cunt sweat a little.
She wore an abbreviated kimono-type robe. She leaned over to pour Billy a cup of coffee. It parted and partially exposed her heavy laden boobs. He looked at her tits and she smiled.
"Don't worry! I'll let you have a taste of them later!" she said lighting up a smoke.
It was during these clandestine moments that she allowed herself the luxuries of self-indulgence.
"You got something special going down?" he asked.
She grinned lewdly. "Yes! You and I doing a sixty-nine!"
He shook his head. "I didn't mean that! I mean do you have something planned!"
Barbara laughed. "I know exactly what you mean! It so happens I do have something special in mind."
"How about letting a guy in on your plans? You've been coming up with some wild scenes lately!" he said.
"Would you like to take a shower with me?" she asked.
Billy studied her, mulling over the question. "Yeah! I think that would be something! Sure, let's go!"
She stood and hurried to the bathroom, shucking off the robe on the way. Her tits bounced with a lascivious looseness and her ass cheeks jiggled with a voluptuous wiggle as she moved.
Billy paused for a moment and quickly stripped. He followed behind her. Her move was unexpected. She turned around and embraced him.
One arm encircled his shoulder. The other hand slipped down to his partial hard-on. She bowed her head to reach his face. Her mouth fastened against his lips.
Their mouths fused together. They kissed deeply. Her tongue passed into his open mouth to meet with his in a lingual embrace. The contact started erotic butterflies fluttering in her stomach. They kissed hard and passionately. Barbara made murmuring sounds of ecstatic pleasure.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Her murmurs vibrated against his tongue.
She gently tugged on his cock, encouraging its growth and hardness. Barbara made certain she didn't tease his prick too much. There was no point in having him cum now and wasting a lovely orgasm. She wanted to feel his cum in her mouth or filling her cunt. Shifting her attack, she began to caress his balls.
Billy had one hand encircled about her waist. He was busy massaging her cunt with his other hand. They stood in the center of the bathroom, locked in each other's embrace. Their bodies swayed as their mouths made crooning sounds of erotic ecstasy.
She released her hold on his cock and gently pushed him away. "It's time for fun and games!" she announced.
Reaching for the knobs, Barbara adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature. She stepped into the tub and invited him after her. After he got in, she closed the curtains.
"I'll do you first," she told him. "Just to give you an idea of how it's done. Then you can do me! Turn around!"
He stood with his back to her. Barbara picked up a washcloth and soaped it heavily. She began the ablution by lathering his shoulders. The washcloth scrubbed his back and moved downward to the croup.
Barbara gave perfunctory swipes to his buttocks. She scrubbed the back of his thighs and calves. Without warning, the soaped washcloth moved into Billy's crotch. His hips jerked at the contact. The muscles on his buttocks tensed and the cheeks closed briefly. He relaxed as her hand brushed along his perineum and up the crack of his ass.
She scrubbed his ass hole. Dropping the washcloth, Barbara squeezed her finger past his tight sphincter. Inside the puckered hole, her finger twisted and turned in erotic play. He wriggled his ass as she frigged his hole. Briefly, she indulged in this foreplay. She removed her finger and had him step into the shower spray. Her hand splashed water over his entire back, removing the lather suds.
"Turn around!" she ordered.
Barbara repeated the ritual. The washcloth scrubbed his neck and chest. It skimmed over his flat stomach and rubbed his pubic hairs. She rubbed over his thighs and shins avoiding his crotch. His stiff prick protruded, rigid without any visible support. The soap suds partially covered his cock in splotches with open patches of skin visible.
The washcloth covered his dick. She rotated the rough soapy cloth about his prick. The rough texture of the material added an exciting friction to the touch. Twisting the cloth about his prick, round and round, she stimulated the sensitive nerve endings of his penile skin.
"Ohhhhrrrr!" he groaned in rapturous erotic approval.
"Let me know when you're gonna cum!" she said.
He nodded as he rocked his hips in cadence with her tactile teasing. His thrusts increased in frenzied tempo.
Barbara didn't have to be notified he was going to pop his nuts. Billy's movements telegraphed his oncoming orgasm.
She removed the washcloth, exposing the reddened prick. The friction had deepened its color. Her palm cupped his balls, feeling the shifting of his nuts, heralding his climax. Her free hand closed over the head of his cock.
She gripped it tightly, feeling the deep contractions. The glutinous cum spurted into her palm. Barbara felt the sticky fluid spilling into her hand. Billy groaned. "Hunnnrrr!" His ejaculations were quick strong bursts. After the fourth one, the force of the penile spasms and discharge died down.
Barbara held her hand under the water spray and washed off the sticky cum. Billy stepped under the shower and let the refreshing water rinse his body.
"Here! It's your turn to do me!" she told him, handing him the washcloth.
Turning around, Barbara presented her back to him. She found this ritual exciting. The idea came to her after reading one of the sex novels.
Billy started the same way she did. He lathered her back and shoulders. His hand glided down to her shapely rump. He briefly lingered on her buttocks. The washcloth passed along the thighs and calves. He repeated the frigging sequence. His exploring finger dug into her anal sheath.
She felt the coarse material skim over her flesh. The contact was exciting. She anticipated the eventual frigging of her ass hole. Barbara waited expectantly for it to happen.
Although she was expecting it, Barbara's hips jerked in a reflex action as Billy pushed a finger into her ass. His finger was thrust deep into the erogenous orifice. Her ass wriggled as he massaged the sensitive muscles of her rectum.
Tiring of the play, Billy removed his finger. Barbara stepped under the spray and washed away the soapy scum. She turned around for him to work on her front.
The coarse cloth soaped her twin ivory mounds. Her small nipples hardened as the washcloth scrubbed across the tips. She felt a tingle spread from the tips of her tits down to her cunt. Her cunt started to salivate while her ass was being frigged. The flow increased with the stimulation of her tits.
Billy soaped her rib cage, her hips, and the flat of her stomach. He completely avoided the slit that gaped expectantly. He finished her thighs and lower legs. Returning to the cunt, Billy scrubbed away. His sweeping motions scraped at her clitoris and the mouth of her vagina.
The friction of his scrubbing kindled the embers of an erotic flame. She took a deep breath of ecstatic rapture. Her inhalation was a sigh of rapturous bliss.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged. "Use your finger, your cock, anything! Hurry, hurry!"
Billy looked at the soap dish. A small nail brush was suspended in the wall soap dish. He picked it up and shoved the handle into her quim. She felt the hard plastic handle probing inside her pussy. Her hips rocked and with a writhing pelvis, Barbara moved in tempo with the frigging phallus.
The orgasm that suddenly erupted wasn't as strong as the others she experienced. Nevertheless, it left her with a contented feeling.
"Stop, stop!" she ordered. "Everybody out of the pool!"
Billy removed the brush handle. She stepped under the water, letting the spray wash off the lather.
They stepped out of the tub. Each took turns in drying the other off. After towelling each other dry, they returned to the bedroom. It had been the scene of several orgiastic memories. They had a leisurely cigarette together. Barbara was giving Billy an opportunity to recover from his first orgasm.
"I said we would do a sixty-nine! I'd like it better if we did each other separately," Barbara said. "Is that okay with you?"
"Sure!" Billy replied. "Do you want me to do you first?"
She shook her head. "No! I'll do you first!
Stretch out!"
He obeyed her command. Kneeling between his legs, Barbara's mouth encircled the reddish knob of his tumescent prick. With a strong suction, she vacuumed the vibrant dong past her lips, almost absorbing it completely in her oral embrace. With a kind of lustful abandon, she subjected the hard-on to a sensual lingual attack. Her wanton desire was due partially to the lascivious anticipation of having her cunt sucked off later.
Her soft lips encompassed his shaft, gently pressing down. Her supple tongue swiveled around the rim of the corona, along the underside of his cock. With skillful lingual technique, Barbara tantalized the sensitive swollen skin.
His back arched, pressing his prong deeper into her throat. Billy's hips started to buck, his ass cheeks bounced against the mattress. Her salacious tongue continued to tease his prick.
She grasped the loose flesh of his scrotum. Her fingers fondled his balls as her oral hold on his cock covered the shaft with erotic kisses.
Removing her mouth and releasing the captive cock, Barbara started to nibble his prick. Starting at the base, she worked slowly upward. Her teeth were sheathed by her lips. Using tiny nibbles, she worked her way upward back to the crown of his dick. His cock disappeared back into her oral cavern.
Her tongue and mouth resumed their tantalizing urgings. Billy started to bounce his hips on the mattress, fucking her voluptuous mouth. His legs jerked as he bucked back and forth.
Barbara grabbed the base of his prick to prevent him from burying it deep into her throat. She knew the pressure was building up. Any minute the safety valve would release the force behind it.
"Ahhhrrrrggg!" He made a raspy grunting noise as her talented tongue induced his orgasm. The thick milk-like fluid geysered into her mouth.
He made a final heave in an attempt to shove his erupting prick as far as he could in her mouth. His body was frozen; his back arched and suspended itself rigidly in mid-air.
She made little sucking sounds, absorbing his cum. She swallowed it freely. Her lips pressed against the flesh as it lost its stiffness. She drained out the last drops of his cum. Satisfied she had drained him, Barbara released her oral hold. Billy's body fell back against the mattress.
"It's my turn to have fun!" she declared. "Make it good!"
Billy assumed a kneeling position between her thighs. He slipped his hands under her buttocks, pulling her pelvis upwards. With her crotch close to his face, Billy licked the shaved puffed lips of her pudenda. His tongue slithered down to the clitoris. He lingered there briefly and moved towards the cuntal lips. .
First, one labia was treated to strong lingual caresses, then the other. His tongue was a fleshy drill that burrowed into her lascivious slit. It made little twisting motions as it scraped against the meatus.
Barbara arched her back slightly and pushed her crotch harder against his teasing sensual mouth. She wanted his tantalizing tongue to drive all the way into her eager twat.
His hand slid over the solid cheeks of her ass. One of his fingers lambently circled the puckered perimeter of her ass hole. The digital caress of her rectum sent little shivers running up her spine. Her crotch pushed into his face as her hips jerked. His insinuating finger caused the involuntary movement. Billy's finger began to massage the anal sheath as he continued to mouth her cunt.
A sigh of erotic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhhhrrrr!" It was a groan of ecstatic rapture. Barbara discovered that having her cunt eaten evoked a thrilling erogenous sensation. It was too bad that she never shared this pleasure with Frank.
Her hands capped Billy's head. She pressed his face closer to her throbbing snatch. He responded by licking her slit with renewed effort. With his mouth ravenously occupied, Billy had a little difficulty breathing. He breathed heavily through his nostrils. As he exhaled, the warm air filtered over her clitoris. It caressed the venereal papule, evoking more piquant thrills.
Barbara twisted her hips sensuously, grinding her cunt into his face and her ass on his finger. The gentle rumbling of an orgasm started deep in her loins. It was like the soft laps of water upon a shore. She wanted to feel the fury of a raging storm within her. That was what the multiple orgasms were like! The violent rage of a storm!
"Suck me, suck me! Harder, harder!" she urged.
She felt cool air upon the sphincter of her ass as he withdrew his finger. Billy shoved his finger into her box. His mouth moved to her clitoris and captured it. A shower of electrifying sparks exploded inside of her. He subjected her clitty to an oral abuse. His lips and tongue sucked and licked the tiny turgid piece of flesh. At the same time, Billy shoved his digital prick in and out of her wet cunt with frenzied strokes.
Her body was a study in animation. She was held in the throes of voluptuous erotic passion. Her head swung from side to side on the mattress. She arched her back, stiffening her body in mid-air. Barbara's hips bucked in the violent thrusting shakes of a hard fuck. Her pelvis writhed against the pummeling finger in her snatch and the rapacious mouth on her clitoris.
She felt the turbulence of the raging storm now. The orgasm was building up like a crashing crescendo. Any moment, the clashing cymbals would sound and the orgasms would engulf her. Her body would shake with the exquisite erotic rapture of voluptuous bliss.
"Oh, oh! It's cumming, Billy, it's cumming !" she announced. "Now, now!" It was a hoarse cry of urgency. "Frig me, frig me! Harder, harder! Oh, suck that lovely cunt! Suck me! Drain me dry! I'm cumming, I'm CUMM-MINNNGGGG!" she cried out in delirious rapture.
Barbara was conscious of the sensual voluptuousness that permeated her nervous system. She had a feeling of erotic well-being. The orgasm continued in a never-ending tide. Over and over, the climactic convulsions shook her body.
Her body trembled in quivers of lascivious pleasure. Billy continued to maintain the erogenous fire that burned inside of her. His finger and tongue sustained its efforts prolonging the orgasmic thrills for her.
She continued to twist and writhe in cadence with Billy's stimulating efforts.
Barbara's pussy was saturated with her cum. It overflowed and trickled down the sides of her thighs. She was aware of Billy's mouth lapping up the juices.
"More, more!" she insisted. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her ravaged cunt was suddenly deserted. His finger vacated the cunt. Her clitoris was no longer teased. She was ready to protest.
Billy's truancy was temporary. He placed himself in the hollow of her thighs. His prick slid easily into her slippery canal. The change in occupancy sent new erotic chills up her spine.
Billy used his cock as a battering ram. His ass rose and fell as he slammed his shaft in and out of her vaginal tunnel. She raised her legs and locked them over his back.
Barbara felt his virile cock digging into her snatch. Their bodies shook as they fucked in frenzied abandon.
The thrilling throbs of the multiple orgasms were still pulsating in her cunt.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. "Oooo! That's good! That's goo-oood! Harder, harder! I'm still cumming! It's shooting out of me."
She felt his strong young prick scraping inside her box. Her vaginal throat was coated with the heavy emissions of her orgasms. The strong friction of a prick scraping along the walls of a cunt was absent. Yet, her quim was vibrantly sensitive and responsive.
His plunging sex piece suscitated her sweating twat. She tightened her legs about his hips. Both of them were perspiring from their efforts.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Barbara grunted. "More, more! Just a little . . . more!" she gasped. "Oh, you fucker!" she cursed him in a fit of passion. "It's pissing out of me! I'm shooting another load! Here it cummmmsss!" she growled in a long hiss.
Each of them made the final thrusts as they simultaneously experienced a climax. Their bodies fused tighter as their sex organs released the viscous fluids.
Barbara felt his throbbing prick shaking with paroxysms of orgasmic pulsations. His thick cum mixed with the heavy effusions sloshing in her cunt from her emissions.
Billy collapsed from the effort. His head was cushioned on her heavy tits. Her legs were still entwined about his hips. Both were breathing heavily from the labor of the play.
They remained coupled this way for several minutes. Finally, they separated.
Barbara reached for a cigarette and lit up. She exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Whew!" she exclaimed. "That was some fuck!" she declared approvingly. "That's the best I've had for some time."
"You've got plenty of stamina. I'm beat! I don't know how you do it!" Billy said.
"I found out that fucking is fun! And I'm making the most of it!" she answered.
"You should have a ball with the crowd I'm bringing Thursday," Billy said. "Which reminds me! I hafta start rounding them up now!" He began to dress. He shook his head in admiration. "You're a real fucking machine!"
"Yeah!" she said, her eyes shining. "And my parts don't wear out!"
He nodded his head. "I can believe it! I was gonna tell you to keep your box ready for the gang on Thursday! But that's stupid! That cunt of yours is always ready!"
"You better believe that!" she said with a touch of braggadocio. "Ready, willing, and able! Very able!"
He nodded in agreement. "Too fuckin' able!" he said and left.
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara took pains in keeping her new character a secret from Frank. Her sex toys were hidden where she felt he would never look. The sex novels were also hidden in the same place. She exercised some self-control on her smoking.
After using the ash trays, she cleaned them. She rinsed her mouth with a minty mouthwash. She gave the rooms a quick spray to hide any odors.
Her most difficult job was to restrain her libido. She had found a way to unleash her passions. Frank's attitude didn't dampen her ardor. It was just a matter of waiting for the proper moment to spring it on him.
Barbara knew eventually she would have her way. Patiently, she bided her time. When the moment of truth came, she would become an unbridled wanton. Frank would see a new Barbara.
But that was some time in the future! The moment was the present! She sat across the table from him Thursday morning. Trying to avoid being obvious, Barbara attempted to get rid of Frank before Billy arrived with his gang.
She had mentioned that she wanted them by no later than 9:30. What if they showed up before? Fortunately, Frank was a creature of habit. He finished his coffee, gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek, and was off to his office by 8:40.
Barbara listened at the door for the elevator to start. Frank was on his way! She retrieved her package of cigarettes from its hiding place. Lighting up, she exhaled a cloud of smoke with a sigh of relief. It was getting hairy! She didn't want Frank to discover her secret until she was ready to reveal it to him.
Over a second cup of coffee, her mind dwelled on the morning's planned activities. She expected six or seven boys to test her sexual capacity. That was something to look forward to! Just the thought made her pussy twitch in erotic anticipation. Her cunt began to salivate in lascivious lust.
Twenty minutes after nine, Barbara heard the two quick taps at the door. She hurried to the door and admitted her guests. Billy had kept his word. He trooped in with seven teenage boys.
She studied her small army, satisfied that they were capable of handling Mel Tyler. The six newcomers returned her gaze with their own speculative stares. Barbara was very much aware of their looks. They mentally undressed her and fucked her. They didn't have much to take off of her. She was wearing the abbreviated kimono.
She explained the situation to Billy and the boys. At ten o'clock, Mel Tyler would be knocking at the door. His cock ready to attack her pussy. The boys were to hide and wait for her signal to attack.
Barbara told them they could muss Tyler up as much as they liked. But she wanted him bound after they finished. Billy brought out his handcuffs. She nodded in approval.
A little before ten, the doorbell rang. Barbara challenged the caller. It was Tyler! Quietly, the boys secreted themselves.
Opening the door, Barbara admitted him. He stepped into the apartment, his eyes obscenely sweeping over her body. He reached out and unfastened the kimono. His arms tried to embrace her but she eluded him.
"Don't be so anxious!" she said. "We have plenty of time. Besides, it's more comfortable in bed than standing up."
"Yeah, yeah! You're right!" he agreed, almost drooling in anticipation.
He followed her towards the bedroom.
Stretching out his hand, he grabbed a handful of her buttocks. He twisted and she gave a yelp of pain! She squirmed out of his grip.
"You're really horny!" she declared. "If you're that hot for fucking, why don't you start undressing now!"
"That's a good idea!" he said. He stopped to take off his clothes.
"Go fuck yourself!" Barbara shouted at him.
Immediately, seven teen-age boys swarmed into the room. Tyler was caught in the act of removing his pants. He was quickly subdued. The suddenness of the attack, the surprise element of the attack, and his unpreparedness made him an easy victim. Tyler managed to put up a slight struggle. It was a hopeless attempt.
For his efforts, Tyler was battered. His face was badly bruised. A slight trickle of blood rolled down from one nostril.
Billy handcuffed Tyler's arms behind his back. Tyler was dumped on the floor. He lay there cursing, coloring the air with obscenities. The boys were ringed around him, grinning their amusement at his helplessness and curses.
Barbara looked down at her prisoner. "You've been quite a pain in the ass to me!" she said. "I'm fed up with your shit of trying to get into my pants. I still remember the only time you succeeded.
"I've got news for you, Mr. Tyler! You're days of bothering me are over!" she told him ominously.
"Oh, yeah!" he snarled back. "Just wait until I get out of here!" he threatened her. "I'm gonna get the cops after your ass and these fuckin' kids, you cradle snatcher! Wait until your husband finds out about what you've been doing! By the time I get through with you, you fuckin' whore, your name won't be worth shit!"
She straddled her legs over his face. Looking down on him, she threatened, "How would you like some of that shit now?"
He looked up the foreboding triangle above his face. The twisted features of anger softened on his face. It changed to a frightened look. "No! No! Don't, don't!" he pleaded.
"You're lucky I'm not as sick as you!" she replied. "Don't worry! I wouldn't do that! I have other plans for you!"
Her tone of voice held a warning of some horrible thing planned for him.
"First of all, you're not telling the police anything about these kids! I'll claim that you attempted to rape me and that they came to my rescue," she said in an intimidating tone. "And I wouldn't suggest you make any statements to my husband!" she warned.
"Making a statement like that to my husband might antagonize him. He might kick the shit out of you! You know, you just can't go around making accusations like that without evidence! It can get you into a lot of trouble!" she continued.
Barbara moved towards his legs. His pants were down around his ankles. She reached down and tugged his shorts off over his hips. Tyler's prick was completely exposed. She looked down at his cock and shifted her gaze to his face. He met the look. There was no mistaking the fear in his eyes.
"What . . . what are you going to do?" he asked.
"Just a little something to impress upon you that I don't want you bothering me anymore," she answered.
She kneeled alongside his legs. Her hand swept out and caught Tyler's prick. Her fingers curled around his scrotum and captured his flaccid cock in the same grip. His balls and cock were encircled by her thumb and two other fingers.
"Don't . . . don't hurt me!" he pleaded.
Her digital noose gave his sex piece a short tug. "How would you like to lose the family jewels?" she taunted.
"No! NO!" he screamed.
"Now you know how it feels to have some creep like you mauling around," she told him. "I ought to tear off your balls for the way you pinched and hurt me!"
"No! No!" His protest was a flood of words. "I didn't mean it! Please, please! Let me go! I promise I won't bother you anymore! Honest! Honest! Just let me get out of here without any more damage!"
Barbara looked up at Billy. "What do you think I ought to do?" she asked. Her fingers still held his balls and cock.
"He's a creepy bastard!" Billy replied. "Go on! Tear off his balls!"
The other boys found the situation perversely amusing. "Yeah, yeah!" they chorused. "De-ball the creepy bastard!" they urged Barbara.
She grinned malevolently at Tyler. She tilted her head towards them. "Hear them! They'd love to see me tear your nuts and cock off!"
"Please, please! No, don't do it!" he pleaded. The words tumbled from his lips in a torrent.
Barbara loosened her grip. "Get him up!" she ordered. The boys lifted Tyler to his feet. "I'm going to let you go," she told him. "But so help me, Tyler! If you so much as look cross-eyed at me," she warned, "I'll fix you so that you'll be fucking broads with your finger for the rest of your life!"
Tyler's arms were freed. He dressed quickly and the boys escorted him out of the apartment.
"Thanks, fellers! You've been a big help. I'd like to show my appreciation. There's only one way that I know of. So what's your pleasure?" she invited.
"Well, everybody would like a crack at you!" Billy said.
Barbara laughed. "You mean, everybody would like my crack!" Everyone laughed at the joke. "I'm available for your individual pleasures," she answered. "It's up to you how you want it! Laid, relayed, or parlayed!"
Billy went into a huddle with the boys. Bemused, she watched the conference as the boys decided how they were going to fuck her. Their conference excited her. This event was going to be the zenith of her lascivious episodes. She was going to take on seven boys. Each with his own style of fucking! And his own way of stimulating her!
Billy came to her. "We've got a mixed bag! Some of the guys are bashful. They want to fuck around privately in the bedroom. Some of the other guys want to fuck you at the same time," he told her.
"Whatever turns them on!" Barbara answered agreeably.
The method of repayment suited her. It gave her the opportunity to vary the erotic excitement. She would take on the single boys, gradually warming up to an orgiastic wild finish. The arrangement pleased her.
"All right! Who wants to be first?" she invited.
Billy pushed one boy forward. "Go ahead, Johnny! You go first!" he ordered. Billy acted as master of ceremonies.
The boy called Johnny hung back a little. He shrugged off Billy's hand. "Stop shoving!" he snapped.
"Don't make such a fuckin' deal out of getting laid," Billy retorted. "I still think you're cherry!"
Some of the other boys chortled derisively.
"Up yours!" Johnny answered belligerently.
Barbara sensed the growing hostility. It was some good-natured kidding. But good-natured kidding had a way of backfiring. She didn't want anything to mar the occasion. Diplomatically, she intervened.
Holding out her hand invitingly, she said, "Come on, Johnny! Don't listen to these jealous bastards! They're trying to get your goat because you're getting laid first. I'll bet you can screw better than any of them."
Catcalls and sarcastic remarks answered her taunt. She grinned in answer to them. Everyone was in good humor. That was the atmosphere Barbara wanted. No one up-tight! If the kids were loose, they would be less inhibited. And a loose kid fucked better!
They stepped into her bedroom. She suspected Billy's accusation was correct. That Johnny was cherry! Such a situation appealed to her carnal lust. Imagine a woman getting a male's cherry instead of the reverse!
She was wise enough not to broach the subject. Instead, Barbara smiled at him. "Do you want me to help you undress?" she asked. "You know! Sort of a special treatment!"
He swallowed hard. His reaction was one of a person not too familiar with the sexual protocol used in the bedroom. Instead of answering, Johnny nodded.
Barbara moved closer. She tugged his shirt up over his head, exposing his bare chest. He had a sparse covering of hair. Placing an arm about his shoulder, she drew him closer. She rubbed her palm across his chest and caressed the flat nipples. Lowering her head, she sensuously licked the pinkish buttons. His body trembled slightly at the touch of her erogenous lips.
She stopped the little foreplay. This wasn't too erotic but with a virgin of this type, the kid was liable to shoot his load without getting a chance to do anything.
Her hands dropped to his waist. She unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. The loosened pants fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and Barbara tossed the pants onto a chair.
Johnny was wearing jockey shorts. There was no mistaking the heavy bulge in the crotch. She hesitated touching it. The kid was like 'nitro'. Highly explosive and capable of going off at the slightest provocation!
Carefully, she tucked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Pulling them down over his hips freed his cock. It sprung loose like a dial, wavering up and down. Finally, it remained poised and still. His cock wasn't as large as Billy's or Herman's. That didn't matter too much to her. There were six other cocks available for her pleasure.
"How about a blow-job?" she suggested.
"Yeah!" he nodded. He was very pliable.
Barbara had sized him up accurately. He was cherry! He considered her a veteran in the ways of sex. She was a little surprised that he hadn't acted with more sophistication. It was her intention to make him feel like a man. She surmised that any minor stimulation would result in a premature ejaculation. Her suggestion for a blow-job was the obvious choice.
Johnny could brag about it while Barbara satisfied her part of the contract. Besides, it seemed like a waste to have him stick his prick up her cunt and cum before they even got started. No! The blow-job was the right choice!
Kneeling in front of him, Barbara quickly absorbed his cock. She caressed his balls tenderly. No sooner had her tongue lavished affection on his stiff dick than she was gifted with a forceful emission.
She clutched him about his waist and drew him closer to her. He groaned softly as she suctioned the cum from his venereal spigot. Waiting until the last drop was extracted, Barbara released him.
His face was slightly flushed. His eyes were glazed. "Are you all right?" she asked. He quickly recovered. "Oh, yeah! Sure! I'm okay! That was some blow-job! Thanks!"
She knew he was lying. The entire action had taken place in less than five minutes. He started for the door.
"Hold it!" she said. "You can't go out now! It's too soon! Everybody will figure something's wrong! Let's take a break," she suggested. "Maybe you'd like to feel me up a little!"
His eyes dwelled on her large boobs and the shaved cunt. "Yeah!" he answered in a husky voice.
Barbara stretched out on the bed. "Go ahead!" she invited him. He reached out, letting his hands explore the voluptuous contours of her body. His gentle touch sent shivers along her spine. He seemed hesitant in making contact. She smiled at his timid and seemingly awkward approach.
Johnny fondled and squeezed her cantaloupe-shaped tits. He caressed the puffy shaved lips of her twat. His fingers slipped into the slightly damp slit. The little foreplay stirred lascivious longings within her. She wished the youth with her was more practiced. She knew some of the others were!
Barbara allowed him to toy with her for a few minutes. Anxious to taste the flavor of other cocks, she called a halt to Johnny's trivial teasing. The brief excitement of taking his cherry left her.
She took on two other boys separately. One of them also suffered the embarrassment of a premature ejaculation. For a moment, Barbara considered holding courses for these inadequate lovers. The other boy wasn't too bad in bed! At least he knew how to use his cock!
Leaving the bedroom, Barbara said, "Who's next?"
"How would you like to take on three of us at one time?" Billy asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" she replied. She had hoped that someone would make that suggestion. It was a lascivious offer. One worthy enough to test her lustful capacity for carnal diversions!
"Who are the lucky fellows?" Barbara asked, "And how are we going to do it?" The how was more intriguing than the who!
Two boys stepped forward with Billy. "This here's Mike and Joe," he introduced them. "This is gonna be a little tricky!" he announced. "In the meantime, I'll give you the line-up! Joey gets your ass, I get your cunt, and Mike gets the blow-job!"
"Well, I'm glad everyone knows what he's going to do! But if we don't get this ball game started soon, it's liable to be called because of darkness!" she joked.
She was impatient to begin. Being fucked by three males at the same time whetted her appetite. The tickling feeling in her quim became more intense.
Billy was deep in thought. His face was screwed up in concentration deciding on the best way to comfortably accommodate the four participants.
He lay on the floor and had Barbara impale herself on his cock. Joey, with a little difficulty managed to imbed his dick up her ass. Mike knelt astride Billy's chest, his hard-on facing Barbara.
Barbara's only difficulty was that she had to support herself on her hands. The initial connection of the two prongs in her venereal sockets was a little uncomfortable. When she was acclimated to the dual impaction, she instructed them about the synchronized movements. She started them off and they moved in unison.
The three bodies moved in tandem. Billy's hips thrust forward as Joey withdrew slightly from Barbara's ass. She moved in concert with their efforts. Her body tingled with the electric erotic excitement. Satisfied with the rhythm of the bodies, Barbara leaned forward to concentrate her efforts on the stiff cock poised in front of her face.
Her lips closed over the ruby corona. Her cheeks sank in as she drew Mike's prick into her mouth with a strong vacuuming suction. She felt a sensation of lascivious gratification with the third erogenous orifice plugged.
She was filled with a vivid sense of carnal bliss. She was servicing three males and delighting in the sensuality of the contact.
Barbara was conscious of her audience of the four other boys. Their viewing of her wanton participation in this sexual performance added to her increased salacious ardor.
Her mouth absorbed Mike's cock up to the base. Her nose rested in the nest of pubic hairs. She caught the scent of Mike's body. The animalistic sweat that emanates from a male's body during the heat of sex.
One of the handicaps in servicing three cocks at the same time was the inability to attend to all three properly. One of the cocks had to receive less attention. That was the prick in her mouth.
Unable to hold and fondle Mike's dick, Barbara had to rely mainly on her tongue and mouth. There was no problem with the cocks in her ass and cunt. Billy and Joey were doing very well. She felt the heat of their meat from the friction of the shuttling prongs. The incandescent glow increased.
Barbara rocked in cadence with their action. She kept her lips fastened on Mike's prick. As she shifted back and forth, her mouth tugged at the turgid flesh in it.
It didn't take long for Mike to utter a groan of erotic rapture. "Ohhhrrr!" Thick spurts of cum poured into her throat. She clamped her lips on his thrusting shaft to prevent him from burying his prick down her throat. Mike grabbed her head and pulled her towards him. She resisted his efforts by stiffening her neck muscles. With the last throbs of his orgasm dying, Mike released his hold.
Barbara was pleased with the removal of that cock. It gave her the opportunity to concentrate more on the two cocks in her holes.
Her performance in front of the others; the challenge of satisfying three cocks at the same time added to the erotic excitement. She felt the thrilling raptures of the moment. Yet, the strong erogenous voluptuousness wasn't strongly present.
There was no denying the sensual contact of the two plowing prongs in her ass and cunt. The boys were grunting from the exertion.
Their tempo increased. Barbara undulated her hips in cadence with their strokes.
Joey gripped her hips, pulling her towards him as he sank his cock into her tight rectum. His virile prick pushed into the tight muscular sheath of her ass hole.
Billy was blowing warm breath onto her tits hanging and swaying over his face. His hands grabbed and squeezed her large gourds.
Deep in her loins, she felt the bubbling orgasm. It remained constant. Something was lacking to intensify it.
"C'mon, fuck me, fuck me!" she exhorted them. "Harder, harder! I want to feel your hot cocks fucking me!"
Her urgings lent incentive to her own libido. The orgasm grew as a result of her inciting remarks. The tickle became a violent throb growing in force.
"Oh! That's it, that's it! Now you're fucking! I can feel you! More, more!" she cried out.
Both boys shoved their pricks into her with renewed strength. She felt their powerful thrusts battering the sensitive muscles in her ass and twat. The muscular wall separating her venereal orifices took a heavy pounding. Their cocks struck the wall simultaneously. The synchronized contact increased her erotic ardor. Her body was wrapped in a blanket of lascivious rapture.
"Now, now!" she cried out. "Here it comes, here it comes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!
Keep fucking! Harder, harder!"
She was infused with their spirited thrusts; infected by the libidinous throbbing of their imbedded cocks. Her body quivered and undulated in violent gyrations. Joey held tightly onto her hips to prevent losing his contact.
All three were a mass of frenzied flesh, fucking in a display of uninhibited passion.
"Oh, you fuckers!" Barbara swore. "Here it comes! I'm shooting! I'm cumming, I'M CUM-MMMMINNNGGGG! AHHHRRRGGGHHH!" It was an anguished cry of delirious rapture.
Deep in her cunt and ass, the boys drove their spitting cocks. All of them were in the final throes of orgasmic paroxysms. She felt the hot liquid of their cum erupting into her. They collapsed into a spent heap. Billy was too exhausted to complain of the weight on him.
When they separated, Barbara took on the remaining stud. It was anticlimactic, both for the boy and herself. She went through the motions but her senses were dull. Seconds were offered and three of the boys accepted her offer.
Her obligation discharged, in more ways than one, Barbara thanked the boys for their help. She called Billy aside as they were ready to leave.
"I have one more favor," she said. "You name it and it's yours!" he offered. "I need a set of keys. Can you get it for me?" she asked.
"Thinking of raping men using my gimmick?" he said with a lewd grin.
"Not quite! It's a sort of a surprise for someone. Can you get me a set?" she said.
He nodded. "No sweat! I'll be back in an hour," he told her.
Her guests left and Barbara took a bath to remove the effects of her lusty session. It had been quite a morning!
Billy returned with the keys. "Here!" he handed the keys to her. "Just forget where you got them from!" he cautioned her.
She nodded. "And you forget about the visits up here!" she countered. "It was a lot of fun while it lasted. But I don't think it would be wise coming back anymore."
"I understand!" he replied. "And if that neighbor of yours gives you any more trouble, here's a number where I can be reached. Just call me! I'll be back with the boys!"
"I don't think I'll have any trouble with him anymore. But, thanks! I'll call you if the situation changes," she said. "And remember! Tell your friends to keep quiet about what happened up here."
He nodded. "Hope whatever you're planning turns out right for you!"
She nodded. "No matter how it turns out, it will be all right. Thanks, Billy."
He left. Barbara stood in the foyer of her apartment, bouncing the ring of keys in the palm of her hand. She stood there reflecting on how she was going to put the next phase of her plan into effect.
Nodding, as though agreeing with her plan, Barbara decided on her plan of operation. Tomorrow, Frank was going to be surprised. One way or another, she was going to reform him. This nonsense concerning their marriage was going to end. She hid the keys with the rest of her cached goodies.
CHAPTER TEN
Barbara suspected her "husband of carrying on an affair with his secretary. Gussie Kanen was no sexpot but like the words of a popular song, "When you're not near the girl you love, you love the girl you're near!"
Barbara couldn't believe that Frank's sudden celibate condition was due to something other than too much sex at the office. Her intention was to surprise Frank in the act, if possible. If she was wrong, she had an alternate plan. She would throw Gussie out of the office. Tell Gussie to take the rest of the day off! And then! Rape Frank in the office! That should shake him up! One way or another, Barbara was determined in getting her fair share of ass from her husband.
Friday morning, Barbara dressed quickly. Frank was surprised to see her dressed so early.
"What's up? What are you doing dressed so early?" he asked.
"I forgot to tell you. My sister, Ellen, called yesterday. I'm going to meet her. We're going shopping," Barbara lied.
"Don't buy out the store!" Frank replied in half-jest.
"Don't worry! I'll leave something for my sister!"
He gave her the quick peck on the cheek and left. She waited about fifteen minutes and left. Hailing a cab, she gave her husband's business address. The cab twisted in and out of the morning traffic. It was almost a quarter after nine. Gussie and her husband should be in the office now.
During their married life, Barbara had visited Frank's office a half a dozen times. There had been no occasion for her to stop at the office. This was a special occasion.
There was a bank of six elevators in the lobby. She stepped into one and pushed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator cab stopped at the floor and Barbara got out.
Stopping in front of the office door, she paused. Her ears caught the sound of a typewriter going and voices. The voices were indistinct. She couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the voices and typewriter sounds stopped.
Footsteps approached and Barbara moved away from the door. The click of a door lock sounded. A smile spread across her face. So there was a little philandering going on!
There were two rooms in Frank's office. A small outer office. The reception room where Gussie's desk and the files were kept. Then there was Frank's office! Nicely furnished! Not lavish but in good taste! There was a small couch, his desk, and several leather-upholstered chairs. Also a plush carpet that ran wall to wall.
Barbara glanced cautiously about her. Attempting to enter an office under suspicious circumstances could attract the wrong attention. And fitting different keys into a door lock could certainly be considered suspicious!
Exerting great care, she tried several keys in the lock. Her fingers carefully inserted the keys, trying to avoid any noise. On the fifth try, the key fitted properly. Barbara turned the key. There was a low click. She grimaced, hoping that the click wasn't heard.
She turned the doorknob slowly and swung open the door. Tiptoeing into the outer room, Barbara carefully closed the door and locked it. Frank's office door was a heavy wooden one. There were no audible sounds from his office.
Her heart and pulse were beating rapidly. The element of discovery and being discovered; the effort to effect a surprise without being discovered; all of these factors increased her metabolism.
Fortunately, there was no lock on Frank's door. She put her hand carefully on the knob. Exercising as much care as possible, Barbara twisted the knob and swung the door open.
She was prepared for the shock of discovering her husband in a compromising position. But not the position she witnessed!
Gussie was sitting nude on the couch. Her legs were splayed and resting on Frank's shoulders. Frank was nude, kneeling in front of Gussie's twat. His face was buried in her crotch. The sonovabitch! Barbara swore to herself. My cunt's not good enough to eat! He has to eat some other bitch's pussy!
She stood on the threshold watching them. Frank was making sucking sounds. Gussie was moaning ecstatic whimpers.
Gussie was the first to be aware of Barbara's presence. Frank's office was in semidarkness. The opening of his door permitted light from the outer office to filter in.
At the sight of Barbara, Gussie emitted a gasp of surprise. She charged forward off the couch and knocked Frank over, backwards. Stumbling, Gussie ran to a chair for her clothes. Hurriedly, she dressed.
Frank, in his supine position, looked towards the door. He saw his wife and scrambled to his feet.
"What. . . what are you . . . doing here?" he stammered, flustered by the sight of his wife.
"How . . . how . . . did you get in?"
Barbara decided to play the role of the betrayed wife to her advantage. "What the hell is going on here?" She shouted in an offended voice. "I already know what came off!"
"It's not . . . not what you think!" Frank made a weak attempt to extricate himself from a compromising situation.
"It's not his fault, Mrs. Farrar!" Gussie tried to intercede for her employer.
Barbara sniffed disdainfully at her. "I'm certain my husband can speak for himself. He doesn't need any more of your help! I'm sure you've done enough for him already! My suggestion is that you finish dressing and leave us alone!"
Gussie finished clothing herself and left without any further conversation.
Frank and Barbara stood waiting until the outer door closed behind Gussie. He started to reach for his clothing. "You . . . you don't understand. . . ." he started to explain.
"Ah, but I do!" she interrupted. "Don't bother dressing! We're not finished yet! I'll be right back!" She stepped into the outer office and locked the door.
Returning, she met his gaze with her stern look. "I don't want to hear the details of your sordid little affair. However, as of now, there are going to be some changes made!"
Somewhere, he found some courage. "All right! So you caught me fooling around! I'm only human! It won't happen again! Okay!"
"Whoa!" She held up her hand. She snapped her fingers. "Just like that, huh? If you caught me fooling around with some guy, you'd probably break his neck and mine. But it's all right for you!
"And how about that bit of going down on that bitch! What's the matter? My cunt's not good enough for you? It's probably cleaner and sweeter. What's your excuse for that?"
"Well, you're different!" he started to explain.
"What's this different bullshit!" she demanded. "I have the same equipment between my legs as any other woman!"
"Well! You're my wife!" he said.
"Then treat me like one! And that includes a satisfactory sexual relationship!" she berated him.
"Don't tell me what to do!" he snapped at her.
"I've got a hot flash for you, lover! Either you shape up or I ship out!" she threatened him. "And if I do, you're going to be in big trouble! I don't think your business could stand a scandal. You may be considered quite a hot shot among your customers! Wait until they find out that you were stupid enough to be caught!"
He glared at her. She saw him wavering. His tough attitude was disappearing. "What do you want?" he asked in a subdued voice.
"I want you to treat me like a man should treat a wife. I want you to have sex with me, the way we should have sex. Anything and everything goes!" she said.
"Okay!" he conceded. He grinned. "There's no time like the present to start! Take off your clothes and I'll show you a few things!"
"Not so fast, Mr. Farrar!" her voice had stern overtones. "You have made a fool of me by having this affair with your secretary! You just can't apologize and let it go at that! I demand satisfaction! You have to be punished!"
"What's this bullshit about being punished!" he said in amazement. "What do you intend to do? Spank me?"
She smiled. "That's not a bad idea!"
Barbara remembered some of the stories Frank used to tell her about his boot days in the Marines. The Marines claimed they built men. First, they broke them down and then remolded them. Unfortunately, like some cases of rebuilding something, there were parts left over. She recalled one particular story he told her about mistakenly calling a rifle a gun.
"Stand on the desk!" she ordered.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I said so!" she snapped back. He climbed up on the desk. "Do you remember the story you told me about the time you called your rifle a gun? What your DI made you do?"
He frowned briefly in concentration. He recalled the incident and shook his head puzzled. "What has that got to do with us?"
"I want you to recite the poem and jerk off until I tell you to stop!" she ordered.
"You're crazy! What's one thing got to do with another? Besides, I don't have a rifle!" he said.
"I'll be right back!" She stepped out of the office and looked for a janitor's closet. She found it and, looking inside, took out a mop. Returning to the office, she handed Frank the mop. "Pretend this is a rifle! I want you to do this to impress upon you what that prick of yours is for!"
He grabbed the mop out of her hand. His other hand closed about his prick. "This is my rifle," he recited, presenting the mop forward, "and this is my gun," he said, shaking his captured prick. "One is for fighting, the other, for fun." He looked at her. "Okay?" he snarled angrily.
"Keep shaking that cock of yours!" she insisted, "I'll tell you when to stop!"
Frank stood on top of the desk, glaring at her. In spite of his belligerence, he continued to jerk himself off. Barbara stood in front of the desk watching him. Despite his anger, his flaccid prick grew into a rigid piece of flesh.
"Okay!" she said. "Now, get down!"
As he clambered off the desk, Barbara began to disrobe. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Continue where you left off with Gussie!" she replied. She sat down on the couch. The cool leather felt good against her buttocks.
Spreading her legs, Barbara said, "Let's not change the action. I want you to eat me!"
He stood in front of her, his hands on his hips, glaring! "What are you trying to do? Make a fool out of me?"
"Oh, come on, Frank!" she replied in mild exasperation. "I couldn't make a fool out of you. You've already done that by the way you've been acting! Now, come on! Play the game! Get into the spirit of things! I'm willing to let bygones be bygones! All I ask is that you give me a little of that loving that you've been giving to Gussie and who knows how many other women! Is that too much to ask?"
"Okay!" he grinned. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you holler 'uncle'!"
"Stop talking and start doing!" she said.
Frank got on his knees and placed his hands on her parted thighs. Barbara slipped her legs over his shoulders as she had seen Gussie do. The anticipation of Frank eating her out sent shivers of lascivious desire down her spine. It crept into her waiting cunt and started the glands sweating. She couldn't wait to have his tongue nestling in her slit.
His oral brush started to sweep across the puffy outer lips with erotic strokes. At the initial touch of his tongue on her erogenous skin, Barbara trembled with a sensual thrill that shook her frame.
Her vaginal glands responded to the lascivious stimulation. The vestibule of her anxious twat started to sweat profusely. Frank pressed two fingers into her hungry pussy. His fingers touched the dampened folds of skin as though he were exploring her hot cunt for the first time.
Barbara undulated her pelvis in a slow grinding movement as his tongue continued to sweep around the outer perimeter of her quim. This lingual play added a touch of luxuriant pleasure to her already aroused state.
Her fingers curled into his hair. She squirmed. Her ass ground into the leathered cushion of the couch. "MMMMMMMM!" she murmured in rapture. "Suck my clitty!" she ordered in a husky voice. "You suck real good !"
His tongue found the apex of the slit. Pressing his mouth firmly over her gash, he found the venereal node. Frank made humming sounds as he sucked deeply on her clitoris.
Frank's firm oral spatula rolled over her clitoris in lapping strokes. His humming and tonguing excited her more. His mouth closed provocatively over the clitoris. Barbara felt a delicious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive in his tantalizing mouth.
The fingers inside her cunt started to frig the hole. Frank's combined stimulation of the quim and clitoris intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed her.
Her hips writhed with the exquisite delirium mounting inside of her. "Ohhhmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "We should have done this sooner."
Her erotic exclamations increased Frank's ardor. His fingers increased the tempo of the in and out motion. Her cunt and clitoris was bathed in a voluptuous aura.
Barbara's stomach was filled with a churning that emanated from her cunt. Or was it the clitoris? Whatever it was, there was a powerful pressure building up! In a moment, that pressure would explode within her!
She had been sucked and fucked before. There was always the orgasmic build-up in her cunt. But never like this! It had to be Frank! Finally, she had managed to get her husband to eat her pussy! That must be the answer! The fact that it was Frank who was eating her out. Oh, how beautiful it was!
"Oh, oh! That's it! Frig me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she urged in an urgent voice. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Now, now! Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming, I'm shooting! Oh, Frank, just a little bit more! Suck me harder, harder!"
Frank responded to her urgings. His mouth chewed softly in quick jaw movements. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her slippery snatch. Barbara frantically rocked her hips. Her ass slapped against the leather. As each ripple of piquant pleasure squeezed inside her quim, she thrust her pelvis in wild gyrations. She pressed Frank's face into her crotch.
"Oh, oh! Catch my lovely cum! Suck it out of me! Drain me dry!" Her cry was an anguished plea.
He fitted his open mouth against her flowing twat. His tongue pressed as far as it could go. Her sensitive cunt, tingling with multiple orgasms, detected his searching tongue. As he tried to drain out all of her cum, a voluptuous surge of erotic ecstasy electrified her nerve endings.
In the throes of a rapturous orgasm, Barbara brought her legs together, tightening them about his neck. His head was locked tightly in the depths of her thighs.
She let a blissful sigh of erotic pleasure escape her lips. "Ahhhhhrrrr!"
Frank stopped sucking her. His hands reached up and pressed her thighs apart to release her hold on him. He looked up at her, his chin glistening with saliva and her cum.
"I really enjoyed that, honey! It's a fuckin' shame we never did this sooner! Your cunt has a good taste! Especially without hair!"
"See what you've been missing all this time!" she said. "And just to show you what a sport I am, I'm going to suck you off now!"
Frank quickly changed places with her. He sat on the couch, his rampant cock eagerly waiting for gratification. She grabbed the base of his prick and shook it gently. "And this is for fun!" she repeated the line from his little poem.
She fondled his balls and prick. He watched her play with his cock. Suddenly, she leaned forward, her rapacious mouth closed about his dick. At the same time, she pushed a finger up into his rectum. The ball of her inserted finger pressed gently on the tightly fitted anal sheath. His ass hole muscles held her finger firmly in its grip.
Barbara was careful not to touch the prostate gland. She didn't want Frank to shoot his load before the right moment. And the right moment was after she blew him!
Her mouth attempted to get as much of his scrotum in her oral cavity as possible. She lathered the flesh with the cool wetness of her mouth while her teeth gently nibbled on his balls.
Frank whispered encouragement, wriggling his hips, and emitting moans of erotic delight. Her agile tongue rolled from the edge of his scrotum to the beginning of his ass hole. Her chin bumped against the finger in the hole. His balls were lavished with her affectionate tongue. She shifted her attack to the shaft of his sex piece.
His cock was drawn almost its full length into her mouth. Her finger in his ass hole maintained its leisurely massage. She kept her pursed lips loose as she rolled them up and down along Frank's prick. Reaching the corona, Barbara gently but firmly pressed down on his hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the head of his cock. It swept across the tiny hole in the center of the crown. The tip of her tongue skimmed around the hole.
Altering the pace, Barbara flattened her tongue against the thick tube and traveled from the head down to the base. She rolled her tongue back up. Her lingual brush curled around his turgid flesh lavishing strong erogenous licks.
She returned to the cockhead. Her head bobbed up and down. Her lips scrubbed his cock in short hard strokes while her tongue lasciviously flogged the tip of his prick.
Frank reached down and cradled her head between his hands. His eyes were closed in ecstatic rapture. The heavy breathing sounds whistling from his nostrils were evidence of complete commitment to her sensually erotic ministrations. He began to match her ass hole frigging strokes with pelvic thrusts of his own. "Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!" he groaned softly in rapturous anguish.
Barbara rested a palm on his groin to prevent Frank from stabbing her throat with his pistoning cock. He drove his hips forward in a final thrust.
"Look out, honey! Look out! I'm cumming!" he declared.
Barbara knew he was cumming before he announced it. Her finger detected the pulsations of his orgasm as she frigged his ass.
"What a load I'm shooting!" Frank groaned.
His spasming prick spurted a fountain of creamy cum. It filled her mouth and she swallowed it, savoring its sweet flavor. It had been such a long time, she had forgotten what his cum tasted like. She continued to pump her finger in his ass. The muscles in his rectum flexed as each contraction in his dick fired a bolt of jism out of his fleshy lightning rod. Barbara felt the spasms pressing against her imbedded finger. Her finger maintained the sensual massage.
Her mouth moved from the midway point on his cock towards the head. The compressed lips forced the remaining dregs of cum towards the tip. Barbara's tongue flicked across the crown, licking up the final thick drop.
She removed her finger from his ass hole and released his detumescent dick. Her eyes rested on the once rigid piece of flesh that was now shrunken to a flaccid state.
"How was that?" Barbara asked him.
"This was one of the best sessions I ever had!" he replied.
"See what you've been missing!" she told him. "It's all in the mood. This whole atmosphere lends itself to a very sexy setting. Besides, you never ate my cunt before.
"Do you really want to have a ball?" she asked.
"Sure! What have you got in mind?" he answered.
"Let's get dressed and go home!" she proposed. "I have a few more surprises for you."
"Today seems to be your day for surprises!" he said.
"Look, you throwback to the dark ages! A woman wants to be a cook in the kitchen, a hostess in the dining room, and a mistress in the bedroom," Barbara said. "You've been treating me like some dainty piece of china.
I'm strictly for show not for use!
"I've got feelings just like you. I need the good after-feeling of an exciting fuck. Yes, I said fuck! I can't see why I can't express myself as you do when I want to be aroused."
He looked at her in new appraisal. She saw that she was reaching him.
"Now, lock your office and move your ass!" she declared. "We're going home to really ball! Make believe today is a national holiday!"
Frank nodded in agreement. "I can't wait to see what kind of festivities you planned for this holiday!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They rushed home to finish their erotic game. Inside the apartment, Frank grabbed Barbara. He pressed his mouth against hers in a hard passionate kiss. She opened her mouth and sped her tongue ravenously against his. The two tongues collided in an urgent embrace.
He held his hands cupped on her buttocks. Barbara pressed her pelvis into his crotch. The two stood swaying as their bodies tried to form one mass.
"Let's not waste any more time!" she whispered hoarsely.
Quickly, they shucked off their clothing.
Frank reached out for her. Playfully, she eluded his efforts. "I want to play a little game with you. But you have to cooperate without asking questions!"
He looked at her suspiciously. "What kind of a game?"
"Uh-uh!" She waved a finger in refusal of his question. "All I want is your complete cooperation without questions. I promise you it won't be disappointing."
"Okay!" he agreed. "What do I have to do?"
"Lie down on the bed while I get you ready," she told him. She left the room and returned with a box of gauze and adhesive tape.
"What the hell is that for?" he asked.
"I said, no questions!" Barbara answered. "I'm going to tie you down to the bed and I don't want to hurt your wrists and ankles."
Frank raised an arm in protest. "Hey, none of that freaky sex shit!"
"This isn't any of that freaky sex shit!" she said in annoyed exasperation. "Look, either you trust me or you don't! I said I'm going to treat you to a real sex scene. Now, cooperate and enjoy yourself. Do you trust me or don't you?"
"Well, all right!" he drawled hesitantly. He lay back and she finished the job on him. She bandaged his wrists and ankles, taping them down so that they wouldn't come loose. He watched her preparations with quizzical interest. After the bandaging was finished, Barbara looped heavy cord about the bandages and tied him spread-eagled on the bed.
"Now I have you in my power!" she teased gleefully.
Frank struggled against his bonds, realizing the truth of her statement. "Hey! Let me loose!" he demanded anxiously.
"Not until I finish with you!" she replied. She took a silk scarf from her dresser. "What's that for?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern.
"That's so you can't see what I'm going to do to you," she answered.
He struggled, trying to free himself. He twisted his head to avoid the blindfold. His efforts were unsuccessful. Barbara managed, after some effort, to place the scarf about his eyes. She reached down and gave his cock a playful tug.
"Now, relax!" she ordered. "I'm going to treat you to a mind-blowing scene in sex."
Frank swore in reply. Barbara laughed and went to her secret hiding place for her erotic gadgets. Frank was still trying to free himself when she returned.
She started her foreplay by holding his arm still and kissing him. Frank wasn't in the mood. Barbara moved her mouth to his flat nipples. She licked teasingly at the areolae and brushed downward on his chest. Gradually, his attempts to free himself stopped.
"Hey, that tickles!" he said.
"That's only the beginning!" she announced. Her hand drifted down to his dormant dick.
With lambent strokes, she caressed the soft flesh. Within seconds, it hardened. She passed her hand past his balls and gently stroked the lower part of his buttocks.
"Mmmmmmm!" he murmured approvingly. "That's not hard to take! Where did you dream up this idea?"
"I told you that it was exciting," she said. "I got the idea right here while I've been waiting for you to pleasure me properly. Wait! The best is yet to come!"
Barbara picked up the rectal vibrator. She parted his ass cheeks and gently inserted the narrow tube into his rectum.
His hips jerked at the unexpected insertion. "Hey! What the hell is going on? You're not giving me an enema, are you?"
"Oh! Stop being a baby!" she admonished him. "No! It's not an enema! But you deserve one with that case of mental constipation you have! Just relax and enjoy!"
She twisted the knob switch and the vibrator hummed into action. "Hey! What the . . . ! What the hell is that? Stop it! Cut this shit out!" His voice registered surprise at first. Then, insistence!
"Live! Enjoy!" She answered.
Slowly, gently, Barbara rotated the slender tube in Frank's ass hole. She saw by the still rigid state of his cock that the surprise hadn't affected his hard-on. Frank stopped his complaints and struggles. The tingling effect of the vibrator appealed to his lascivious inclinations.
Barbara held his fleshy tube by the root. Her pursed lips curled about the tip of his prick. Slowly, she vacuumed it into her mouth. Her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned in his virile dick. Frank's cock disappeared inch by inch into her teasing oral cavity. Soon, she had better than half his prick imbedded in her mouth.
She held his prick captive with her lips. Her tongue rolled around the corona of his shaft. Frank emitted a low moan of sensual delight.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned in response to his moan. Her tongue continued to dance around his fleshy maypole. She absorbed as much of his cock as she comfortably could. Her tongue lavished his prick with loving saliva as it danced over his hard flesh.
"Hey! That fuckin' thing in my ass is wild! Where did you get it?" Frank asked. Despite his bonds, he was able to wriggle his body in erotic approval.
"See! I told you I had a nice surprise for you!" she said.
The vibrator in his ass was shifted. Instead of the rotating motion, Barbara started to use a fucking motion. The plastic tube shuttled back and forth slowly.
Her lips compressed against his fleshy tube rubbed over the sensitive skin in rapid kneading bites. She was jerking him off with her mouth.
"Oh! You lovely cock sucker!" he exclaimed. "This is wild! Wild! I'm going to cum! Keep sucking! Keep sucking! Eat my cum!" he urged.
His hips gyrated and twisted. He bounced his ass up and down on the mattress. She felt his cock sliding back and forth against her oral trap. She removed the vibrator from his ass and substituted her finger. Barbara wanted to feel the pulsations in the anal sheath. She continued to frig his ass hole with her finger, waiting for his orgasm.
His body made a final heave. It stiffened as his orgasm geysered into her mouth. "Nnnnnn-gggrrrrr!" he groaned as the forceful emissions poured out.
Barbara felt the throbbing spasms in the tight anal canal. Her mouth tasted the thick cum filling her mouth. She swallowed his love juices, letting them trickle down her throat.
When the last spasms died down, Frank's body fell back onto the mattress.
"Whew!" Frank exclaimed. "That was something! Have you any more surprises?"
"Not really! I have some other ideas but I want to give them to you gradually," she answered.
Her hungry pussy was salivating from the excitement of her efforts. That, coupled with Frank's reaction, made her very horny. She wanted to feel his strong cock pumping into her cunt. Her own lascivious longings were eager to be satisfied.
She loosened his bonds and removed the blindfold. "I suppose you want me to eat you now!" he said. "By the way, what the hell was that you used on my ass?"
She showed him the gadget. "I have a few others but this is not the time to show them to you.
"Right now, I want to feel your prick fucking me. But you're not ready yet. I have another little game to play while we wait!" she told him. "Are you game?"
"Sure! You're just full of surprises. This is some holiday! We ought to have one like this every day," he said.
"I want to spank you. After that, you spank me," she announced.
Frank looked at her, surprised by the suggestion. "Hey! Isn't that kinda way out? Who the hell goes in for beatings ? Only kooks!" he declared.
"Oh, don't get so up-tight!" she retorted. "I don't mean a way-out beating with straps or anything like that! Just a simple spanking! A couple of good whacks on the ass and finish! Something to stimulate the blood in the muscles and add a little excitement to our sex!" she explained.
He nodded. "All right! I'll go along with the play. How do we go about it?"
"I'll spank you first, then you do me. No more than a half a dozen spanks with the hand. By the time you do me, the action should get you a little horny. Horny enough for us to have some more sex," she said.
He grinned. "This should be real exciting! How do you want to spank me?"
Barbara sat down on the bed. "Lay across my lap!" she ordered. Frank took up his position.
Her hand caressed the curve of his buttocks. She gazed at the erogenous flesh and her cunt began to itch. She raised her hand and brought it down hard on the two cheeks.
Smack! The sound of the blow echoed in the room.
"Hey!" Frank protested. "That hurts!" His body jerked at the touch of the blow.
"Quiet!" she ordered. "Only five more to go! It'll be your turn next!"
Smack! Smack! Two more blows rained down on the separate cheeks. Each time, Frank's body flinched, bouncing on her knees.
Barbara's palm stung from the blows. Her body quivered with a sensual excitement at the act. If this was stimulating to her erotic senses, she wondered what it would be like when Frank spanked her. She repeated the three final blows. Looking down on Frank's ass, Barbara was fascinated by the deep red glow on the white skin.
Frank sprang up from his confined position. "Boy! You spank with a vengeance! Wait until I start working over your ass! You'll know it!"
"That's the idea!" she smiled. "And I hope you get hot enough to fuck me!"
She draped her body over his knees. Her eyes closed tightly and she clenched her lips in anticipation.
Smack! Frank's first blow caught her buttocks right on the fleshy curve. Her body jerked at the blow. A thousand hot prickling needles enflamed her ass cheeks. Another blow struck her ass, followed by a rain of others. Each time Frank hit her, Barbara's body wriggled on his knees. It was an excruciating pain but she tolerated it.
She felt the hot glow permeating her ass. It felt like her entire buttocks were on fire. The heat filtered down to her cunt. The incandescent flame made her cuntal juices bubble a little. Barbara was seized with a fierce urgent desire to be fucked.
"Fuck me, Frank, fuck me!" she declared.
He released his hold on her. Barbara stood up! My ass must be worse than Frank's, she thought. Her buttocks stung with a hot stinging pain.
"Lay down and I'll fuck you!" he ordered. She looked at his prick, hardened by the excitement of their thrilling experiment. Her throbbing snatch was urging her to start.
"No! This time we'll try a different position. You lie down and I'll be on top," Barbara said.
Frank lay down and Barbara, her ass still burning, crept onto the bed. Gingerly, she squatted over his upright cock. She parted the nude cuntal lips, guiding her hot box down over his waiting prick. His shaft slipped in effortlessly along the lubricated glistening flesh.
His prick was buried deep in her vaginal throat. She discovered that this position afforded her the deepest penetration of his prick. She remained motionless, sitting on his hips. There was still some pain in her ass. She overlooked it. The impacted phallus overshadowed her pain. Barbara luxuriated in the sensual contact of Frank's deeply buried cock.
She leaned forward to kiss him. His mouth sealed against hers. They kissed with a deep passion. His tongue snaked out and slithered into her mouth. Their tongues met and locked in an oral wrestling match. This was the way she yearned to have Frank make love to her.
His hands clutched at her full tits. He captured one of the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The mammary node was rubbed back and forth between the rotating balls of the fingers.
Barbara experienced a wave of voluptuous ecstasy at the contact. It rolled down from her tantalized tit to the moist cave of her cunt.
Frank moved his mouth to the nipple of her other tit. He sucked on it while he continued to squeeze and fondle the other mound. "Hsssss!" The hissing intake of her breath made a moist sucking sound.
His lips were clamped over the stiff nipple of one tit. Frank's mouth and tongue increased the tingling that filled her tits. He flicked his tongue rapidly over the nipple making her sigh with delight at the blissful effect.
Her tits were pieces of electrified flesh. The voluptuous current streaked down to her anxious quim. If this was ecstasy then when they would start fucking it would be divine rapture! She wanted to make every blissful second of this moment last.
Frank stopped his lascivious massage of her tits. His fingers transferred their attention to her clitoris. Her body straightened up at the contact.
He raised his knees and she leaned her back against them. She was riding on a fleshy saddle, her cunt impaled on a fleshy pommel. Her eyes closed tightly to relish the thrill of his fingers massaging her clitoris.
His fingers clipped over the pea-shaped turgid flesh housed inside the cuntal hood. He twisted his fingers around her clitoris. Not hard to hurt her but with friction to stimulate the erotically sensitive nerve endings.
"Ohhhhrrrrrrr!" she groaned in pleasurable ecstasy.
His manual manipulations sent shock waves bouncing off her damp snatch. The heat of a carnal fever flushed her face.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged in a hoarse sultry whisper.
Frank started to hump his hips in slow practiced strokes. Barbara, in her astride position, was in the dominant position of control. She had more freedom of movement. The fucking could be accelerated or slowed down from her vantage point.
At the moment, she wanted to languorously enjoy every subtle nuance of their play. Her hips rocked back and forth while his rigid spatula stirred inside her vaginal vat.
Barbara's mouth opened as she sucked in large gulps of air. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed heavily in erotic rapture.
She felt the delicious sensuality of his cock as it rubbed the muscles of her aroused pussy. The warm glow in her snatch was getting hotter. Any minute, she expected it to burst into a flaming climax.
Her cunt slid up and down on his prick in accelerated tempo. He responded with increased movements of his hips. The bed squeaked with their vigorous shakes. His fingers renewed the stimulation of her clitoris.
Barbara's hips rocked from side to side and her ass went up and down in frantic shakes.
"Hunrr! Hunrr!" She grunted from the exertion of her increased efforts. Frank answered with rasping grunts.
The tempo of their fucking increased.
"Ohhrrrr!" A prolonged growl of rapture came from the bowels of Barbara's cunt and rumbled in her throat. Between the rapid ascent and descent of her body on Frank's vibrant prick and his teasing fingers on her cunt, her sexual system was overloaded. Any minute, her venereal fuse box would explode.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder!" she exhorted him.
The bed made more squeaking noises as they increased the rhythm of their strokes. She reached out and clutched his thighs tightly.
Her riding on his fleshy pommel was no longer a trot. It developed into a frantic gallop. She was riding hard and furious as his prick churned inside her vibrant quim.
"Ohhherrrrr! Ohhherrrrr!" she groaned in continued rapture.
Frank responded with grunts of exertion. "Hunrr! Hunrr!"
Her eyes were tightly shut in sensual ecstasy. She sucked in her lower lip, as though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body. Her ecstatic sighs and groans punctuated the violent cadence of their fucking strokes.
"Now, now!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Oh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Faster, faster! Fuck me faster, darling! I want to cum at the same time!" she urged him. "I can't hold it back much longer! Oh, Oh! YAHHRRGGRRrrrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that gradually died in a throaty gurgle. At the same moment, Frank's voice announced his orgasm.
Barbara felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her quim with his orgasmic potion. Her erotically sensitive twat felt the throbbing contractions of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of cum. Frank shoved his cock up in a final plunge. She shivered in carnal delight as he ejaculated heavily into her box.
Inside her loins, she felt the turbulent explosive force of her own orgasm. It reached violent proportions as it flooded in her cunt. Her discharge was so profuse that Frank's cock seemed to be swimming in her vaginal pool.
Her head was thrown back as she emitted her anguished cry of rapture. Slowly, Barbara's body began to adjust back to normalcy. Every nerve within her tingled. She had been sexually stimulated to a fever pitch. Her erotically aroused body had reached the pinnacle of voluptuous sensuality. Now, she was returning to the plateau from where she had started her ascent.
She felt a gentle tapping on her tit. "Hey, remember me?" Frank asked. "Like you've been out of this world! I can't blame you. That was the best fuck I've ever had!"
His prick was softening in her cunt. She raised herself slowly off his detumescent shaft. A mixture of his and her cum dripped out from her freed snatch. She looked down on his shrunken cock. It glistened with slick moisture from their orgasmic discharges.
"That was some fuck!" she exclaimed weakly.
"I'll drink to that! Which isn't a bad idea!" Frank said. "I'll get us some drinks."
He returned and was surprised to see Barbara smoking. "Since when did you take up smoking?" he asked.
"Since I started to get horny!" she answered. She took the drink he offered. His gaze fell upon her assortment of sex gadgets.
"Boy! You've really been busy! What else have you been up to that I ought to know about?" he said.
"Daisies won't tell and neither will I!" she answered in a playful childish voice. "Anyhow, stick around! I have a few more surprises in store for you."
"Nothing will surprise me anymore after what I've seen and done today," Frank answered. He finished his drink.
"How about getting dressed and we'll go out to eat?" he suggested. "All that sex gave me an appetite."
"I think we ought to take a shower first. After that session, I'm all sweated up," Barbara said.
"That's not a bad idea! Okay! You take a shower and I'll take one after you," he replied.
She gave him a sly look. "Why don't we take it together? We can save time and water."
At her suggestion, Frank gave her an inquiring look. He saw the way she was looking at him. "Somehow, I get the feeling you're not really interested in taking a shower."
"Why don't you come along and find out!" she invited him.
"Aw, the hell with going out to eat! I wasn't really hungry anyhow," he said as he followed her towards the bathroom.
