The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man, who, during a strip show at a stag party climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Diane Rutherford is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
RAPED HOUSEWIFE-a fictional story about a society that refused to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Her damn fool husband was drunk again.
Diane Rutherford looked disgustedly at the sight of her husband lying sprawled across the couch. Jim never seemed to manage getting through a party without getting himself plastered. It made her sick to see him that way so often. She might have left him long ago except that he was usually a decent man and a good provider.
He made enough money to keep her in the kind of expensive clothes she liked to wear-like the clinging formal evening gown she had on tonight.
Why the hell did he have to get drunk tonight?
Diane was feeling good. She'd had just enough to drink so that her body was tingling. All evening long she had been feeling the men watching her, eyes caressing her through her gown. She had worn it for just that purpose.
Her tight-fitting gown showed off her flat tummy and her beautiful ass, and it pushed up her big round tits to make them seem even bigger than they were. She had dark hair falling down to the middle of her back, and she knew all the men had to be thinking about how much they'd like to fuck her.
She was ready to take her husband home and really give him a good piece, but he was drunk and she knew he wouldn't be good for anything the rest of the night.
"The bastard!" Diane said softly.
"Did you say something?" the young man beside her asked.
His name was Tim Johnson and he had been hanging around her all night long. A couple of times she had caught him trying to look down the front of her gown. It was childish, but it had made her tingle even more.
"I didn't say anything," Diane answered, "except wondering how I'm going to get home tonight. My husband can't drive and I don't have a permit."
"I could take you home," Tim suggested.
Diane took a long look at Tim. He was tall and blond and he looked very young. Probably one of her friend's college friends. She knew he had more in mind than taking her home. She started to put him down very quickly, but she hesitated....
There was something about him that was very attractive, and she was feeling crazy. It would serve Jim right if she gave a kiss or two to this young man. And it might make her feel better. Just a kiss or two-nothing more.
"All right," Diane said. "I'll let you take me home."
She almost laughed at the expression on his face. She had made him happy. He really thought he was going to get something. She had the feeling she was going to like teasing this young man.
Her friend, Susan, was standing at the door when Diane let the young man help her on with her coat.
"You don't mind letting Jim sleep on your couch, do you?" Diane asked.
"Of course not," Susan answered. "You two have a good time."
Susan was a honey-blonde with light-blue eyes and a nice smile. Susan and Diane had been friends since high school. They could read each other like a book. They had both been very faithful to their husbands. Susan knew Diane would never stray from her vows, so she knew what Diane was up to, and she winked. Diane winked back.
"Your friend is very pretty," Tim said as they walked out to his car.
"I thought Susan invited you to the party," Diane said.
"No, I came with my brother."
He opened the door for her and she gracefully slipped inside. She let her gown fall apart so that he was treated to a glimpse of her white thighs and pink garter belt at the top of her stockings. She heard him gasp as she pulled her gown back together again.
The young man was flushed and breathing heavily when he came around to the driver's side. He started the car and Diane directed him to where she lived. It was only a ten minute drive from Susan's home.
"This is where I live," Diane said.
It happened so fast that Diane hardly had time to put up a defense. The young man stopped the car and jumped at her. She held him off but he managed to kiss her lips.
"Wait a minute, Tim," she said breathlessly. "Wait!" s
"I can't wait," Tim said. "I've been thinking about you all evening long."
He pushed her arms down and tried to kiss her again. She struggled but he was too strong for her. He pinned her against the car door. He held her arms down by her sides as if she was a helpless baby. He kept trying to kiss her lips but she kept turning her head.
"Bitch!" Tim said savagely.
"Take your hands off me!" Diane retorted.
She thought she could handle him, but she was wrong. He suddenly rammed a hand down the front of her gown and lifted out one of her tits. Diane had never been so shocked. She felt him blowing his hot breath on her nipple.
"Don't do that," she pleaded. "Don't!"
She had a hand free, and she started slapping at him but he acted as if he didn't feel it.-He moved his face to her tit, and she felt his wet lips touching her nipple.
"Oh God," she said softly. "Don't do that!"
There was nothing that Diane Rutherford loved more than getting her tits sucked. She went wild when the hot lips of her husband covered her aching titty-flesh. She had always thought it was just because of her husband's good technique. Now she knew that wasn't true, because she could feel the shiverish sensations going through her body at just the touch of Tim's hot breath.
She felt him taking her titty-flesh into his mouth. He began gently sucking her nipple and it was driving her crazy. He spit it out and started licking it. Both her nipples grew hard as rock. She felt that butterfly sensation in her belly.
She lost all control. The hands that had been pushing him away now started tugging him closer. She felt him sucking almost half her big tit into his hot mouth.
"Dear Jesus," she moaned softly. "This can't be happening! Oh, I can't let it happen!"
But Diane knew there was not a chance of her stopping this young man from nibbling on her titties. He was enjoying himself too much. And she had to admit that she, too, enjoyed it. The tingles in her body had become a roaring fire. She wanted him to take more and more of her creamy tit-flesh between his lips.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "I like that. Suck my tits like that, Tim!"
A pair of headlights passed over them and Tim jumped away from her. He had a guilty look on his face. He turned to look at her and the guilt quickly passed. Diane could feel him staring hungrily at her. She knew that she looked lewd with one plump tit hanging out and her gown hiked up to her garter belt.
She knew this was the time to stop!
Instead she said, "Let's go up to the house."
Diane could feel her heart pounding as she walked up the stairway to her house. She tried not to think of her husband as she opened the door. She had never done this before, but she just couldn't control herself. Her skin felt hot and itchy, and there was a throbbing between her legs.
Inside the house, Tim grabbed her again. She let her lush body press against his. This time she kissed him back and rubbed her tongue against his.
"Where's your bedroom?" Tim asked.
"Not there," she answered. "That belongs to my husband and me. We can't do it there."
"Lead me to the bedroom, bitch!"
She could do nothing else but lead him upstairs to the bedroom. She turned to face him.
"Take the gown off," Tim said.
She tried to gain control of herself but she couldn't. Her body still needed the touch of his hot hands. She put her hands behind her neck and found the zipper. Her fingers trembled as she pulled it down. She let the gown fall to the floor.
"Christ!" Tim exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like you, baby!"
She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her. She had never been like this in front of any man except her husband, and it gave her a really wicked feeling. His hot eyes went from her big round tits to her pink panties and pink garter belt. She could feel her pussy-lips trembling with excitement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told her.
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her mouth. He stabbed his hot tongue deep into her throat. Her head was spinning as he made her sit down on the side of the bed. His hand covered one of her creamy tits.
She felt his fingers brushing her nipple, and it was getting even harder than it had been before. She pressed her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it didn't help. She could feel her pussy-juice soaking her panties.
He pushed her back on the bed. She moaned as she felt both his hands caressing her nipples. He kissed her mouth and her throat. She felt his wet mouth moving down her body until he was touching her hard nipples again. His wet mouth opened and she felt him sucking her nipple into his mouth.
"Ummmmm," she moaned softly.
He started moving his mouth from one of her luscious nipples to the other. She hadn't felt this wild in a long time, not even with her husband. Tim seemed to know how to make her hot. His mouth opened wider and he was taking more of her creamy tit into it.
"Oh, that feels so good," Diane moaned.
His hands slipped underneath her, and he began gently squeezing her shapely asscheeks. She felt the butterfly sensation in her belly. One of her hands slid down his back, and she began stroking him. She knew that she couldn't stop him from fucking her-in fact, she didn't want him to stop.
His wet tongue moved from her nipples down her belly. She felt his wet tongue in her belly button. She squirmed as she felt more hot flashes throuoghout her body.
She pulled Tim's hair and he came back up her body. For the first time she felt his full weight on top of her, felt his lust-bloated cock against her pussy. She began to squirm against his cock and it made her crazy. She could feel her tits getting even more swollen as they pressed against his hard chest. He kissed her mouth, and this time she hungrily sucked at his tongue. She could feel his tongue getting deep into her throat.
"Oh God!" she whispered.
Tim got off the bed and started undressing. She had never seen any man undressed except her husband. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He stripped down to his shorts, and she could see the thick bulge there.
"I'll let you take these off," Tim said.
She climbed up to her hands and knees and pulled his shorts down his legs. She gasped at the sight of his long thick cock with its massive head. She had thought that all cocks looked about the same. She found out she was wrong. His cock was almost double her husband's size.
"Oh God!" she gasped softly.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick staff. She could feel his hot cock pulsating against her hand. It made her feel weak all over. She moved her hand up and down his cock slowly, and she felt his cock-cream leaking over her fingers. Her fingers felt sticky, but she didn't jerk her hand away. She was feeling hotter than she had ever felt in her life. She pulled him back onto the bed.
"Ohhh, I need this," she moaned. "I've never needed a cock so bad!"
There was nothing left of the snobbish Diane Rutherford. She was a bitch in heat who needed a fat cock in her cunt. She never gave another thought to her husband as she pulled the muscular young man closer.
"I need it," she moaned. "I need your cock."
"You cock-hungry bitch," Tim moaned. "Just let me get your panties off and I'll give you a cock."
She lifted her ass as he pulled her panties down her long legs. He left on her garter belt and stockings. His hands slipped underneath her again and he gripped her asscheeks.
"I'm going to give you seven inches of hard meat, baby," Tim told her. "Just get ready for it!"
She moaned as she felt his wet cockhead rubbing against her inner thighs. He seemed to be getting a kick out of making her squirm. He kept rubbing his massive cockhead up and down her thighs without letting it touch her cunt.
"Please don't do this," she moaned. "I need your cock. Please fuck me!"
She was doing and saying things she'd never thought she would do or say. Her body was hot with desire. Her husband had never made her feel this good. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around Tim's throbbing dick again.
"I need it in me," she cried.
She pulled his swollen cock against her pussy. She felt his pre-cum wetting her pussylips. She closed her legs on his throbbing dick and tried to suck his prick into her cunt.
"Goddamn you," she moaned, "put it in me! Don't tease me. Put your fucking prick in my cunt!"
This time, Tim moved forward and she felt just his prick-head slide easily into her tingling cunt. She moved her ass forward on the bed and managed to get half his prick into her cunt. His cock felt so much different than her husband's. It filled her in a new way.
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "Put it in me all the way! Goddamn you, why won't you fuck me?"
Tim had teased her long enough. He thrust all of his cock into her pussy. She gasped as she felt the long length of his prick lodged tightly in her fuckhole. God, his prick felt so damn good!
She reached around and grabbed his ass. She didn't want him moving-not yet. First she wanted to enjoy the feeling of his thick cock inside her.
"You feel so fucking good!" Diane gasped. "I never thought a cock could feel like this."
Lately her husband had been letting himself go. His body wasn't the same strong, well-conditioned body it once had been. He was getting a little flabby in places. But there was nothing flabby about the young man on top of her. His hard, hairy chest mashed her titties almost flat as her hands stroked the thick muscles of his back.
"Now fuck me," Diane moaned. "I need a good fucking. I've needed it for so long. Give it to me!"
Tim wasn't going to be rushed. She realized he wanted to enjoy her lush body for as long as he could. He started to move slowly, his prick sliding deeper into her with each stroke.
"God," Tim moaned, "you're tighter than shit. Your husband hasn't been giving you cock the way he should. If I had a woman like you, I'd fuck you every day!"
Tim had a lot of experience for such a young man. He seemed to know how to use his cock to give her the most pleasure. He was giving it to her a little faster, and she could feel his massive cockhead rubbing her clit each time he thrust.
"Ummmmm," she groaned. "I like that. I love your cock!"
Tim drew back and pushed her legs up. He plunged his stiff cock into her again. This time, her legs wrapped around his back and she locked them together. She had never done this for her husband. Tim's cock was really getting deep into her cunt.
She felt wicked and abandoned as she began hunching to meet his stabbing thrusts. She started tightening her cuntwalls around his meaty prick. She used her cunt like fingers that could grab and squeeze his lust-bloated cock.
"Give it to me hard," she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
Tim began drawing back and driving his prick into her luscious cunt. She could feel him rocking her entire body each time he plunged into her. One of his hands slid in between their bodies and he started fondling her tit.
"Oh God," she moaned, "you're going to make me come. You're making me feel so hot! You're making me come! God, I'm coming. I'm coming! Aieeeeeee!"
She put her arms around him and pulled him tightly against her. She clawed at his back with her fingernails. She felt spasms of sweet pleasure shaking her body. She felt her cuntjuice soaking his fat cock.
"That's it, baby," Tim groaned. "Shake your ass that way!"
He started fucking her harder and faster, and she could feel his cock growing inside her. She knew it wouldn't be long before he was shooting his cum into her. She had a moment of guilt as she remembered her husband, but she quickly put it out of her mind.
"Sweet Jesus," Tim moaned. "I'm shooting. I'm shooting my fucking cum! Can you feel it, baby? Oh shit, it feels good!"
The dam burst inside her pussy and she felt his thick cum spurting in rivers. She felt his jism dripping out her cunt and wetting her pussy-hair and the insides of her thighs. She loved it.
Diane Rutherford had been well fucked!
CHAPTER TWO
It wasn't guilt that made Diane hurry over to her friend Susan's house the next afternoon. Diane just couldn't feel guilty about something that felt so good. She couldn't ever remember Jim leaving her with such a wellfucked feeling.
Diane hurried to Susan's because she had to share what had happened with someone before she bubbled over. She wasn't worried about her marriage. She knew that Susan was too good a friend to repeat what Diane told her.
A lot of times the two friends had talked about being unfaithful but neither of them had ever had the nerve. Diane could imagine Susan's shocked face when she went into glorious detail about what had happened between her and Tim.
Diane was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice that Susan's car wasn't in the driveway. She rang the doorbell and Andy Patterson opened it.
Andy Patterson was a tall black-headed man. He was in his forties, a fix-it man for the neighborhood. He could do almost anything, from plumbing to carpentry work. He worked cheaper than regular plumbers and was completely trustworthy.
Andy only had one problem, and that was the way he looked at a few of the housewives-Diane and Susan included. He often looked at Diane as if he could see right through her clothes. It made Diane really nervous. She had never liked hairy beasty types like Andy, especially when they had such roving eyes.
"I was looking for Susan," Diane said.
"She's not here. You can wait."
Andy walked off and left the door open. Diane might not have waited except that she didn't want to give Andy the satisfaction of knowing that she was afraid to be alone with him. She walked in and closed the door.
Andy was in the kitchen. He was putting in some sliding glass doors that Susan had always wanted. Later, Diane knew, Susan was going to add a redwood deck.
"Where did Susan go? Diane asked.
"Don't know," Andy grunted. "She didn't say."
Andy looked up from his work and his eyes strayed up and down her figure. Diane was wearing tight short-shorts and a halter top. She hadn't bothered with a bra, since she was only visiting Susan. Now she wished she had, because she knew Andy could see the outlines of her big nipples through the thin material of the halter.
"It's kind of hot today," Diane said. She realized she was trying to explain her scanty outfit. There was no reason for that, it didn't matter what Andy thought.
Andy only grunted. He acted like he was going back to his work, and Diane left the kitchen. She debated waiting for Susan and then decided she would. She sat down on the living room couch and picked up a magazine to read.
It wasn't long before Andy walked into the living room, carrying a couple of cold beers. He handed her one.
"No, thank you," she said. "I don't drink beer."
"Ain't you the snobby one," Andy said.
Diane looked up with fire in her eyes, but something in Andy's face stopped her. He was sipping his beer and looking at her like she was a bug under glass.
"You weren't so snobby last night," Andy said. "Not when you was letting that boy in your house. It took him a long time to come out. You two must have had a lot to talk about. Maybe you talked about where your husband was?"
Diane looked up, feeling a little pale. She hadn't thought that someone might have seen Tim entering her house. She remembered that Andy had been working next door earlier that evening. He'd been working when she'd left for the party. He had really given her the once over, and it had made Jim angry. She hadn't minded because that was why she'd picked out the dress-she wanted men to look.
"You should watch who you let into your house," Andy said. "Some folks might get the wrong idea. A pretty society woman like you and a young boy like that ... people get the wrong idea."
"I don't know what you mean," Diane said. "It was innocent. He took me home, that's all."
"Sure," Andy said. "That was all you two were doing in the car when he had your titty out, sucking on it."
Diane turned a bright shade of red. She almost cursed the bright street lamps that the neighborhood had gotten the county to put in. They were supposed to prevent any burglars from prowling about. But they had also let Andy see into Tim's car.
"I bet your husband sure wouldn't like it if he found out about that," Andy said. "I bet he'd get real mad."
Diane was feeling panic. It was all right for Susan to know about what had happened. Susan would never tell. And she could be sure that Tim would keep a tight lip. Diane's husband was very powerful, and Tim wouldn't want to make him mad.
But Andy was a different matter. Andy was trouble. Andy could ruin her life with just a few words.
"You wouldn't tell my husband?" Diane asked.
"I might," Andy answered.
"What do you want?" she asked. "Money? I have a little money ... I could get more."
Andy sat down beside her. He sipped his beer again. He reached over and put his hand on her bare knee. She didn't draw her knee away-although at one time she would have slapped his face. She was frightened of him, frightened of what he might say and do to her.
"You got me all wrong, honey," Andy said. "I don't want your money. I got something else in mind ... something you won't mind giving away."
Diane was shocked as she realized what he meant. She wanted to push him away but couldn't. She had to have time to think about what he wanted, but he was giving her no time. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She felt his lips nibbling at her ear.
"Don't do that!" she said.
"You'll do what I want," Andy said. His voice grew hard. "You'll do what I want or your husband will find out everything. Everything, baby!"
She knew he meant what he said. Andy had been waiting for his chance to get at one of the snobbish housewives in the neighborhood. Diane remembered all the times she had laughed about Andy, helped her friends make fun of him. She had never dreamed that she would be put in this position.
"I been dreaming about you for a long time," Andy said. "Especially since you put on that black bikini and your tits were hanging out. I been drooling just thinking about that pair of yours."
He kept stroking her shoulder, his hot breath in her ear. Then she felt his hand moving down her body. He cupped her tit and squeezed roughly, and something happened to her. She was remembering how good it had been with Tim, and she was thinking that Andy was more of a man than Tim. It was starting to seem a little less horrible.
She turned her face to him and he kissed her mouth. He tasted of the beer he had been drinking. She opened her mouth willingly when she felt his fat tongue wiggling into her mouth. He seemed to be hungry for her mouth, and he began ramming his tongue deep into her throat.
His strong work-worn hand squeezed her titty a little tighter. She could feel a warm tingle spreading through her body. She arched her back and pushed more of her soft round tit into his hand. She knew she was acting like a common whore, but she couldn't help herself. Being with Tim had done something to her. She had found out how good sex could really be.
He kept squeezing her tit. It was like there was nothing at all between his hand and her big boob. She felt her nipples getting hard and rubbing against his palms.
"You're something else, baby," Andy said. "You're hotter than I figured. Let's just take this halter top off."
She knew she was finished once he got her halter top off, but she still couldn't stop him. He unbuttoned it and the flimsy material dropped away from her lust-swollen tits. Andy whistled as he stared at her beautiful creamy peaks.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "Yours are even better than I thought."
She didn't want him to stop. He leaned his head forward and his hot lips brushed against her brown nipple. She put her hands on his head and kept him close. She writhed in pleasure as she felt his tongue licking her hard nipple.
"I like that," she groaned. "It makes me crazy!"
He took her round nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. She felt his tongue rubbing her flesh as he spit her nipple out and then sucked it back up again. He used his other hand to massage the tit he wasn't sucking.
She felt the tingling warmth spreading through her again. She didn't understand it. She had never been this hot for cock before. She had always been able to keep control of herself, but now it seemed like her entire body was craving Andy's cock.
Andy moved his hungry mouth to her other it. She felt him sucking even more of her creamy flesh down his throat. Then his hungry mouth was moving down her body, touching gently at her navel and then at the top of her short-shorts.
"Oh my God, Andy," she moaned.
She gave Andy no argument when he wanted to unzip her shorts. She lifted her ass off the couch and let him slide her shorts down her legs. She was wearing very flimsy black panties that hid little of her thick bush. Andy didn't bother taking them off. He simply took hold and ripped them apart.
"A beautiful pussy," he breathed. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Andy dropped to his knees in front of her. He spread her legs far apart and was staring right at the luscious pink lips of her cunt. Diane could see him grinning as he moved his head forward. He licked her thighs until she was trembling and feeling wet between her legs.
Then Andy's mouth touched her pussy-lips, and she nearly went out of her mind. He began licking the outside of her cunt with long tongue strokes. She had never felt anything like it. Her husband had kissed her there before, but he had never done anything like this.
"Oh my God, Andy," she moaned softly. "You're doing crazy things to me!"
Andy pushed his face into her wet pussy. His tongue spread apart her cuntlips and jabbed inside. She felt a new feeling shooting through her body. She lifted her ass off the couch and let his tongue slide deeper into her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's nice, Andy!"
Andy began really eating her cunt, stabbing his long tongue in and out of her cunthole and licking every sensitive part of her cunt he could find. Her husband had never made her feel this way. She hunched against his face.
"Eat me, Andy!" she cried. "Eat me like that. I love it ... eat me!"
She was writhing in hot desire. She could feel him swallowing her rush of cuntjuice. She moved her hands up her body and caressed her tits. She was getting to the point of no return, and Andy knew it. He drew his head back.
"Oh, Andy," she moaned. "Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping, baby," Andy said. "I'm just going to give you something you'll like better."
Andy pulled the gorgeous dark-headed housewife off the couch. He made her stretch out on the floor. She moaned as she felt two of his fingers ramming into her cunt. He moved his fingers in and out of her and she was twisting with pleasure.
He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. She felt his huge prick jumping in his trousers. His cock felt even bigger than Tim's.
She was past the point of trying to control herself. He didn't have to ask her to find his zipper. She found it quickly and tugged it down.
She slipped her hand inside his trousers and found his bloated prick. She laced her fingers around it and gently pulled it out of the small opening. She had never felt so hot as when she started working her hand up and down his stiff cock. She felt his pre-cum running over her fingers.
"Jesus, you're something," Andy said. "I can't wait to have some of that hot pussy!"
Andy pulled away from her long enough to tear off his clothes. He looked even more like a hairy beast with his clothes off. His prick was longer than Tim's. She could see all of it now, as well as his heavy balls. He looked more like a bull than a man. It both frightened her and excited her at the same time.
"Turn over," Andy said. "I want to fuck you just like a bitch in heat. I want to show you what you are, bitch!"
She had never been fucked like that before. Her husband usually liked the regular positions, and they didn't experiment much. She couldn't refuse Andy anything. She flipped over onto her belly. Andy made her raise her ass in the air. Her face was against the soft carpet and her pussy was really exposed to him. She had never felt so vulnerable.
"Beautiful," Andy said. "Your fucking ass is so beautiful. I'm almost tempted to stick it in there, but I've got to have some of that luscious pussy. I've waited so long."
Andy put both hands on her asscheeks and moved forward until his bloated prick was pressing against her pussy-lips. She moved her ass backwards and felt his cockhead slipping into her cunt. She gasped as she felt his long cock sliding farther into her pussy. He was taking it easy, but she had never felt anything that felt so good. She wished her husband had fucked her like this long ago. Andy's cock slid so far into her that she thought he was going to come out her mouth.
"Does it feel good, bitch? Andy asked.
"Oh yes, Andy," she groaned. "Yes!"
She no longer thought of Andy as blackmailing her. She only cared that he was making her feel good. She wouldn't have let him stop even if her husband had walked through the door at that moment.
"Fuck me, Andy," she groaned. "Fuck me with your big cock!"
Andy kept his hands on her asscheeks as he began to drive his cock in and out of her clinging cunt. She could feel his rough fingers squeezing her asscheeks, sending delicious pleasure through her entire body.
His cock was really getting into her deep-deeper than she had ever had one before. She had always thought fucking was nice, but she hadn't known what real pleasure could be like.
"You sweet bitch," Andy said. "Your pussy is tighter than shit. It's everything I thought it would be, you fucking cunt!"
"Yes," Diane moaned in pleasure. "I'm a fucking cunt! I'm your fucking cunt!"
He began to drive his prick into her cunt a little harder. It was like he was trying to drive her right into the floor. She felt one hand leaving her asscheek and stroking her long black hair.
His other hand moved over and began to stroke the crack of her ass. That was also a new feeling. She felt his fingers brushing the tiny puckered hole of her ass. She moaned as she felt his finger stabbing into her asshole up to his knuckle. Her husband would never have done anything like that. She didn't want it to ever stop.
"Oh, fuck me hard," she moaned savagely. "I need it hard. Give it hard to my cunt!"
"You want it hard, bitch?" Andy asked. "I'll give it to you fucking hard!"
Andy not only looked like an animal, he could fuck like one. He started ramming his hard prick into her as hard as possible. She had never been fucked so brutally before. She knew her poor cunt was going to be sore.
"That's it," she moaned. "Oh God, that's it ... that's what I've always wanted!"
Diane Rutherford had completely changed from a very stuffy young woman into a cock-hungry bitch who couldn't get enough. She knew the change was because she had learned about real pleasure from a man. Her husband could never make her feel so hot and scared at the same time.
Diane could feel pleasure spasms rocking her body. She began to thrust up at Andy's cock as hard as she could. She kept tightening her cuntmuscles as she tried to milk his cock of his cum. She could already feel him leaking.
"I'm coming, baby!" Diane cried loudly. "Your cock makes me so crazy. I feel it coming ... Aiieeeee!"
Her pussy-juice soaked his prick. She felt the hot spasms shaking her body as she had never been shaken before. It was a long time before she was able to quit trembling.
Andy kept up a steady fucking pace until he felt her begin to move with him again.
"You bitch," he moaned, I'm going to shoot in you. I'm going to shoot my fucking jism in your whore cunt! Ahhhhhh, fuck!"
She moved back against him as she felt his hot cum spurting into her cunt. She kept working her ass until she was sure he had drained every drop of his cream. She felt his prick growing limp and slipping out of her and she fell onto her back.
"God," she said, "that was something."
Diane Rutherford had been unfaithful to her husband for the second time in two days, and she didn't give a damn. She had learned what real pleasure was all about.
CHAPTER THREE
Diane hung up the phone angrily. She had been looking forward to this evening all week long. She had been promising Jim something special for tonight. She had been feeling guilty about what had happened with Tim and Andy, and she was determined that nothing like that would ever happen again. She had also been determined to make everything up to her husband.
She had spent all evening powdering and pampering herself and picking out just the right nightgown to wear. She had picked out a clinging baby-blue gown that pushed her big tits up and showed off her flat tummy. She had combed her black hair until it was shining and she had left it falling down her back. She wore a light robe over the gown because she didn't want him to get too excited before she finished serving him supper.
She had fixed his favorite-lobster with plenty of expensive wine and even candlelight. She was doing the evening up right.
And now the bastard had phoned and he wasn't even coming home. He had to go out of town on a business trip. Jim wasn't insensitive; he knew the evening was important to her. But the business trip had come up suddenly and couldn't be helped. Diane had hung up the phone before he finished.
Diane sat at the table and sipped the wine. She felt like getting a little drunk. She knew it would make her sick in the morning, but fuck it!
She had finished off a quarter of the bottle and was feeling a little tipsy when the doorbell rang. She wouldn't normally have answered the door at this time of the evening, but tonight she didn't care about anything.
She was surprised to find Rick Adams standing on her porch. Rich was Susan's husband. He was a tall good-looking man who had kept himself in good physical shape. Rick had been one of the most popular boys in their high school, and it had been no surprise when Susan had married him.
Diane had dated him once and she had spent the night fighting off his wandering hands. There had been a couple of times through the years when she had wished she hadn't fought him off so hard.
"Whatever are you doing here, Rick?" Diane asked.
"Your husband called Susan," Rick said. "He was kind of worried about you."
"That bastard," Diane said.
"He wanted Susan to come over, but she was really busy, so I thought I'd drop by."
"Well, you can see that I'm all right," Diane said.
"You don't look all right," Rick said. "You've been drinking and you know what drinking does to you."
"It makes me feel good," Diane said. "At least, for a little while."
Diane didn't know how it happened but somehow Rick was in her house and he was taking away her bottle. He helped her upstairs to her bedroom and made her stretch out on the bed.
"My head's spinning," she said.
"Of course it is," Rick said. "It always does when you drink so much."
Rick was standing by her bed, looking down at her. She had thought he would leave right away-he had accomplished his mission just like a good Boy Scout. Instead, he was staying by her bed, and his hot eyes went on caressing her body.
Diane looked down at herself and realized her gown had been pulled high above her creamy thighs. He could almost swear to the fact that she was wearing no panties. She had a guilty thought about Susan, but she quickly pushed her friend from her mind.
Diane was horny, and Rick was a good-looking man. She might not have felt that way if she'd been completely sober, but she was feeling so damn crazy....
"Oh, Rick," she said softly, "I do feel a little bad. I can't stop trembling. Hold me for just a little while."
She Was surprised by how quickly Rick jumped onto the bed and took her in his arms. She had thought he might feel a little hesitant because she was his wife's best friend. But there was nothing hesitant about the way he crushed her against him.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly. "That does feel better."
Rick kissed her cheek like a big brother.
Then he kissed her mouth, and it wasn't a brotherly kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, and she rubbed her tongue against his.
Rick's hands moved down her back and cupped her asscheeks. She felt him squeezing hard. His fingers burned her through the material of her gown. He started running one finger up and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh God, Diane," he moaned. "I've always wanted to feel your ass. You've got a gorgeous ass! I used to beat my meat just thinking about it!"
Diane felt crazy as she thought about Rick beating his meat as he thouoght about her. She had never thought about any body doing that for her before. She pressed herself against him and didn't protest when he pulled up the back of her gown.
His fingers pulled the naked cheeks of her ass apart. She felt one of his fingers probing her asshole. He drove another finger into her tight hole all the way to the knuckle. He began to work his fingers in and out, and it made her squirm.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "That feels so funny!"
He kept moving his fingers in and out of her luscious ass as he pulled up the hem of her gown. The material came high enough to bare her cunt. His hand went between her legs and his fingers began stroking her pussy. It was the most unusual feeling of her life, and it really made her hot. Her ass began to squirm, and it was like her cunt was trying to suck his fingers inside.
Her gown kept getting in the way, and finally Rick raised himself up. "Take this damn thing off."
Nothing could have stopped her-not even if Susan had walked through the door. She raised herself up and stripped her robe and gown over her head. She felt his hot eyes caressing her lush body.
"God," he said, "you're even better than my fantasies! I sure wouldn't go on a business trip and leave something like you waiting at home."
He made her turn over. She felt his weight on her back. His hands slipped around to cup her titties, and he started biting on the back of her neck. Rick had a different way of getting a woman worked up, but it was working. She could feel her pussy-lips getting puffy and wet. She could feel the warm trembling in her belly.
His fingers worked on her nipples, making them hard as rock. She could feel his bulge against her ass, and she squirmed faster. He was ramming his crotch against her ass just like he was fucking her.
Suddenly his weight was gone. She turned to watch him hurriedly stripping off his clothes. He had a good body, and his cock was beautifully hard.
She was so hot that she could already feel her cunt soaking the bedsheets with her juices. She tried to turn over, but he stopped her. He got on top of her again. She felt his stiff cock rubbing between her asscheeks. She spread her legs wider and felt his swollen cockhead at the entrance to her pussy.
"Put it in," she moaned. "Don't worry about anything. Just stick your hot dick in my cunt. I'm on fire!"
He plunged into her with one hard thrust. She closed her thighs together as tightly as she could. It was glorious to feel his throbbing cock so deep in her cunt. God, how she loved to fuck. She began to slide back and forth on the bed, her pussy riding up and down his swollen cock.
"I love it," she groaned. "You have a beautiful cock!"
"And I know how to use it, baby," he said.
Rick leaned forward so that his weight was resting completely on top of her. He reached around again and found her tits. This time he gripped her roughly, and he began sliding his cock into her cunt as deep as he could.
He fucked her slowly, deliciously. She had very little control over herself when he had her this way. It was like she was being dominated, and she liked the feeling. She hadn't realized that she would like being dominated by a man.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
But Rick wasn't to be hurried. He kept moving his cock in and out of her pussy at a snail's pace. It grew uncomfortable. He seemed to know every time she was getting to the point of orgasm, and he would slow his pace.
"Oh God," she moaned. "What are you doing to me? You're driving me crazy!"
Rick didn't seem to be listening to her. He kept up his steady pace for more than a half-hour, and he stopped each time she was about to come. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her body was one burning mass of desire, but she couldn't get him to fuck her any faster.
"Please, Rick," she begged, "give it to me. I need it. Give it to me good!"
"Just take it easy, baby," Rick said. "I'm going to make you enjoy this better than you've ever liked anything."
She tightened her cunt on his prick and wiggled her ass, but nothing she could do seemed to make Rick lose his control. Then she felt him pulling his prick out of her pussy. She lifted her ass, trying to suck him back into her cunt, but Rick had other ideas in mind.
She felt him pulling apart the cheeks of her ass again. His fingers started probing her asshole. Again she felt him pushing two fingers into her tight shitter and moving them around.
"I'm going to give you something really different," he told her. "I'm going to make you jump for joy."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
She didn't know of anything he could do that would make her feel as excited as she was feeling now. She would have done anything to have his cock back in her pussy. She would have fucked a dog to get rid of that itchy hunger in her cunt. She reached behind her and groped for his cock.
"I need your cock in my pussy," she groaned. "I need it now. Oh please, don't tease me any more."
She felt him raising himself up, and he took his fingers out of her asshole. She thought he was going to ram his cock back into her pussy once more. Instead, she felt his massive cockhead resting at the entrance to her asshole.
Diane realized what he was trying to do, and she started struggling against it. She was scared to death. She had never thought of getting a cock in there. It was too disgusting. It would hurt. She tried to wiggle her ass out of the way, but she realized that he had her in a position where she could do little moving.
"Don't worry," Rick assured her, "I'm not going to hurt you bad. You'll like this."
"No," she moaned. "I won't like it. Don't do this to me, Rick. Fuck me, but please don't do this."
Rick's arms went around her again, and he was gripping her titties. He began to push against her asshole. She kept squirming but couldn't escape him. She gasped as she felt his cockhead pop into the tiny entrance to her asshole.
"Just take it easy, baby," he told her. "Just take it easy and relax. You'll like it!"
"You bastard!" she said. "Don't do this to me. I'll do anything, but don't do this!"
Rick didn't seem to be worried about the names she was calling him. He moved forward slowly, and she could feel her asshole being filled with his hot pulsating cockmeat. She had never thought a man could get his cock in there. He felt so big! He kept shoving until he had more than half his cock inside her tight-fitting asshole. She had given up trying to escape. She knew she was going to get her shithole fucked, no matter what she did.
"Please," she begged. "Please don't."
He pressed forward again. She felt his entire thick cock filling her asshole. She had never known such pressure. The feeling was uncomfortable, but there wasn't as much pain as she had thought. He kept his prick inside her without moving, and she knew he was giving her time to get used to it.
"Just relax," Rick told her again. "It'll be all right!"
She was scared and tense, but she made an attempt to relax the muscles in her body. It didn't do much good. She knew she would never be able to enjoy getting her asshole fucked.
But she was wrong!
Rick pulled his cock half-out of her tight asshole and then moved back into her again. He did this a couple of more times, and she could feel her asshole getting looser. The pain was slowly going away. It was still a little uncomfortable, but Rick knew just how to make it better.
"Just relax, baby," Rick said. "It's going to be all right. Susan didn't like it at first, but now she likes nothing better than having a nice fat cock in her asshole."
It made her feel funny to think that Susan actually took Rick's cock in her asshole. Susan had never talked about that, and she talked about nearly everything she and Rick did together. Perhaps she had thought Diane would have been too turned off. Diane would have been disgusted by the thought, but then, she would have been disgusted by the thought of a lot of things she had been doing lately.
"See, baby?" Rick said. "You're starting to relax. It's not so bad once you start getting less tense."
It was true. She was relaxing her asshole and Rick's prick seemed to be moving a little easier. He started moving it in and out of her shitter with short strokes. Again his hands fingered her titties. She could feel the heat enveloping her body again.
"See, baby?" Rick said. "It's not so bad."
"No," she moaned. "It's not bad ... not bad at all!"
It was insane. She had never thought she would be able to enjoy something like this. But he had gotten her so hot before he started that it was taking little time for her juices to start flowing once more. Her pussy began to throb, and she wished she had something to stick into it, too.
She wondered what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and one in her asshole. It was an experience she was sure she would never have, but it made her crazy just thinking about it. She could almost imagine the two fat cocks filling her.
"Oh God, Rick," she moaned. "I do like it. Fuck my asshole. Give me a good fucking!"
She could hear Rick laughing as he began to ram his cock into her shithole a little faster. She felt his heavy balls slapping her asscheeks and making some deliciously lewd sounds.
"Oh God, Rick," she moaned, "that feels good!"
Rick kept one hand on her tit but moved his other hand between her legs. She felt his fingers slipping into her juicy fuckhole. She tightened her cuntwalls around his fingers. She was starting to shake her ass off. She had never felt so crazy, and she knew she couldn't last another minute.
"I'm coming, Rick!" she cried. "Oh God, I'm coming! It's never felt so good before! I feel trembly all over! It's making me so damn crazy! I'm coming ... coming ... AIEEEEEEE!"
She soaked his hot fingers with her pussyjuice, and she rammed so hard against him that she was afraid she was going to break his cock off in her asshole. Rick kept fucking her slowly and deeply, and he moved his hands back to her tits.
"I told you it would be good for you," he said. "I knew you'd like it."
"I did like it," she moaned. "Oh God, I did like it!"
Rick started fucking her asshole quickly again. He rammed his cock all the way into her tight fitting asshole and she felt like his prick was getting into her belly. She knew that any minute he was going to ram his cock right out her mouth. She kept wiggling her ass because she knew it was turning him on even more.
"God," Rick groaned, "you've got a beautiful ass ... a beautiful ass for fucking!"
She knew it when he lost control. She knew this time he wasn't going to stop. He began to ram his stiff cock into her as fast as he could. She felt the tension spreading through his body. She could feel his cock getting fatter.
"Shoot it in me," she moaned. "Shoot your cum in my asshole!"
"Jesus, I'm shooting!" Rick cried. "I'm going to fucking fill your ass! AHHHHHH, FUCK!"
She felt him driving his prick deep inside her, and then she could feel his hot spurting cum. She kept wiggling her ass until she felt the last of his jism shooting into her. She rode up and down and milked his prick of the last few drops.
"Jesus, that was fantastic!" he groaned.
"Mmmmmm," was all Diane could manage to say.
CHAPTER FOUR
Diane and Susan were sitting at a table at a small restaurant where they had gone to eat lunch after finishing a morning of shopping. Susan was dressed in tight-fitting shorts and a blouse that made it obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her big nipples pressed invitingly against the fabric. More than one man had watched her closely that morning.
Diane was dressed a little more conservatively. She had on slacks and a loose blouse, and she had worn her bra. She was not as brave as Susan-she liked to feel dressed when she went out.
"Ummmmmm," Susan groaned, stretching out her long legs. "That was good, even if it wasn't very filling."
"You could have something else," Diane suggested.
"Not me," Susan said, patting her flat belly. "I have to watch my weight."
"Sure," Diane said. "I bet you've really never had to watch your weight. Not like me. I would get fat if I didn't keep the eating down."
"You've done well keeping the fat off," Susan said. "You're gorgeous!"
"Thank you," Diane said, blushing a little.
She wondered if Susan would still think she was gorgeous if she knew what Diane had done with her husband. It had been a week, and Diane had been avoiding her friend. Finally she knew she had to spend a day with her or Susan would get suspicious.
"Did you see that little bald-headed man," Susan said.
"The one with the big eyes?" Diane asked. "Yeah, I saw him. He looked like he was going to die when you bent over. He tried to look down the front of your shirt."
"I know," Susan said. "I thought he was kind of cute. I wonder if it's true that bald men are sexy."
"I wouldn't know," Diane answered.
Susan took Diane home. Susan came in for a last cup of coffee before she returned home. They sat down at Diane's kitchen table. Diane could feel Susan watching her in a half-amused kind of way, and she didn't understand it. She had felt that look all day long.
"Is something wrong with the way I'm dressed?" Diane finally had to ask.
"No," Susan answered.
"I thought so. You've been watching me sort of strangely."
"I've just been thinking about you and Rick," Susan said.
It shocked Diane so badly that she almost dropped her coffee cup. "What do you mean?"
"Rick spent a lot of time over here last week," Susan said. "A lot longer than I figured."
"We were talking," Diane said.
"Come on, Diane," Susan said. "Don't give me that crap. I'm an adult woman. You were lonely and mad at your husband, and Rick was the first available man to come along."
"Oh my God," Diane said softly.
Diane was scared and disgusted with herself.
She had betrayed her best friend. Susan was the closest person she'd ever known, and now she had ruined it.
"He fucked you, didn't he?" Susan asked. "My husband managed to get your panties off."
"Oh God, Susan!" Diane answered. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how it happened."
Diane began to cry. She didn't know what was wrong with herself. She had ruined her life. She could never be friends with Susan again, and now Jim would get suspicious. It probably wouldn't take him long to find out the truth.
Susan came around the table and put a comforting arm around Diane's soft shoulders.
"There, there," Susan said. "It's not so bad. I'm not that angry. I didn't mean to hit you with it so suddenly. Let's go upstairs and let you lie down."
She let Susan help her up the stairs. She didn't think it odd that the wife of the man she'd fucked should be comforting her. She was that confused.
She stretched out on the bed as Susan went to the bathroom. She came back with a washrag that she put on Diane's head. She sat on the edge of Diane's bed.
"You'll feel better in just a little while," Susan said. "Now, tell me about it."
"Tell you about what?"
"Tell me how it was. Did you enjoy being with my husband? Rick is kind of rough sometimes."
"I shouldn't talk about it," she said.
"He's my husband," Susan said. "I have the right to know."
It seemed like Susan would have that right. Diane nodded. "All right. I'll answer your questions."
"Was my husband a good fuck?"
"Yes," Diane answered.
"Did he try ass-fucking you?"
"He did ass-fuck me," Diane answered. "I was so damn sore the next day."
"I know the feeling," Susan said. "He's got a pretty big cock."
Susan was stroking Diane's arm, and there was something about her hand that made Diane feel hot. She shivered. Maybe it was just talking about Susan's husband this way. She thought of Rick's strong muscular body and felt a warm feeling in her belly.
"I bet he really enjoyed you," Susan said. "You really are a beautiful woman."
Suddenly Susan was kissing her. Diane had never been kissed by a woman before. Susan's lips felt soft and hot. She was gasping for breath when Susan lifted her head.
"Did you like that?" Susan asked.
"It was strange," Diane answered.
Susan kissed her again. This time, Diane felt her friend's fiery tongue darting into her mouth. It was different from kissing a man. It made her feel trembly all over. She felt Susan's silky blonde hair falling across her face.
She could smell Susan's expensive perfume, and she was aware of Susan's bare tanned legs pressed against hers. She couldn't stop the impulse of rubbing her tongue against Susan's.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Susan said.
"Oh, yes," Diane moaned.
She hardly thought about what she was doing as she reached up and pulled her friend's face back to hers again. All she could think of was that it was nice to kiss Susan. It made her feel different-kind of hot and tingly, but not exactly the same as it was with a man.
She stroked Susan's head as Susan kissed her lips and then her cheek. She felt Susan's little tongue playing around her earlobe. It was making her pussy hot. She felt crazy. She tried to push Susan away.
"What's the mater?" Susan asked.
"This isn't right," Diane protested.
"If it feels good, then it's right," Susan said.
Susan's words seemed to make sense, especially since the woman was kissing her mouth again, rubbing her tongue against Diane's.
It was crazy. She never thought she would find herself doing this with another womannot that she hadn't imagined it before. She was an adult, and the thought of making it with another woman had crossed her mind. She had read about it in books and magazines, and she knew it went on, but she never thought she would like it.
But she was liking it. Susan's mouth felt so soft and hungry. It made her tingle all over to feel Susan's small tongue rubbing hers, to feel Susan's lush body so close.
She felt Susan's hands stroking her shoulders and then moving down the front of her body. She felt Susan's hands stroking the rounded slope of her tits. It made her nipples hard and achy. She found herself pushing her back off the bed and pressing her tit-flesh into Susan's hands.
"Oh, Susan," she moaned, "I can't help myself. I don't think this is right, but I can't help myself."
"You know I wouldn't hurt you," Susan said. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."
Susan was undoing Diane's blouse. Diane couldn't stop her. Susan undid all the buttons, then pulled the blouse apart. She slipped her hands underneath Diane and expertly unhooked her bra. Diane breathed a sigh as she felt Susan pulling off her bra and letting her shapely tits spill out of the cups.
"Ummmmm," Susan moaned. "You've got beautiful tits. Rick said you had nice ones, but I couldn't believe they'd be this nice."
"Rick said," Diane repeated. "You mean you knew all along about me and Rick?"
"Of course, silly," Susan said. "I sent Rick over here, didn't I?"
Diane had been getting shocked a lot lately, but this was the ultimate. She had thought she had known her friend, but now she knew she had not known her at all. The Susan she knew wouldn't have sent her husband to fuck Diane.
Susan started fingering Diane's tits. Diane could feel her tits growing even more swollen. She felt her nipples getting hard as rock. Diane moaned as her friend lowered her head and flicked her tongue over one of her protruding nipples.
"Oh God," Diane moaned softly, "that does feel nice!"
Susan moved her lips from one succulent tit to the other. Her tongue flicked rapidly at Diane's nipples. Finally she took one of the hard nipples into her mouth and began to suck on it.
Diane put her hands in Susan's hair and stroked the silky strands. She got a warm feeling in her belly as she realized that Susan was getting her turned on. Susan knew how to use her mouth even better than any man Diane had ever been with.
Susan moved her hungry lips to Diane's other nipple. This time she acted like she was trying to suck all of Diane's tit into her mouth. Diane pushed her creamy flesh at the hot sucking lips.
"Oh God, Susan. You're making me hot!"
Susan let the huge globe slip out of her mouth. She took the erect nipple between her lips and sucked on it gently. She moved her lips to the other nipple and did the same. She had Diane squirming with desire.
Diane felt Susan chewing on her nipple. She writhed with pleasure. Not even Tim had used her tits like this. She could feel her pussy-juice soaking her panties.
Susan raised her head. Diane's titties were covered with her spit. The combination of cool air and her heated flesh aroused her even more. She felt Susan's hands pulling at her skirt.
She knew what was going to happen if Susan got her skirt off, but Diane couldn't seem to do anything to stop this. She raised her ass and let Susan slide her skirt down and off. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt Susan sliding her panties off.
"Oh, Susan," Diane moaned. "What are you doing to me, Susan?"
"I'm going to get a taste of your sweet pussy," Susan said. "It's something I've always wanted to do."
Susan slid down in the bed and pressed her soft cheek against Diane's belly. Diane could feel Susan's hot breath blowing across her dark pussy-hairs. She felt her body moving in wicked response.
Susan moved her head between Diane's creamy thighs. She touched her tongue to Diane's dark snatch-hairs, and Diane thought she was going to go out of her mind.
Diane raised her legs and locked them round Susan's back. She felt Susan's mouth pressed flat against her cunt. The feeling was lewdly delicious.
Diane screamed as Susan's tongue began licking up and down the entrance to her cunt. She began to wiggle her ass and felt Susan's tongue sliding into her cunthole. Susan knew exactly how to make Diane hot. Her tongue began tickling her friend's erect little clit until Diane could hardly stand it.
She felt like a fire was burning inside her belly, and she knew that Susan was tasting her flowing cuntjuice. Susan pulled back just as Diane started to come.
Instead, Susan was undressing. She pulled off her halter top and let her big tits jiggle free. Diane licked her lips. She had been Susan's friend for a long time, but she had never seen those shapely knockers before. She felt her pussy getting hotter.
Susan undid her shorts and skimmed them down her legs. She was wearing no panties, and her blonde cuntmound was as bushy as Diane's dark one.
"Are you going to be nice to me, honey?" Susan asked, her fingers stroking Diane's long legs.
"Yes, I guess so." Diane was scared and trembling, but she wanted to make her friend happy.
Susan moved over Diane's body again. This time, she put herself in the position of having her pussy right over Diane's face. Her own face was against Diane's cunt. Diane could feel Susan's wet lips touching her steaming pussy again.
At first, Diane thought she couldn't do it. She was almost overpowered by the perfumy smell of Susan's cunt. She could look right up into the pink quivering hole. She'd never seen her own pussy this close.
Then Susan was diving back into Diane's pussy again, and she could feel Susan's wet tongue darting into her hot cunt. She knew she had to give her friend the same satisfaction.
Diane began to gently touch her tongue to the outside of Susan's cunt. She could taste pussy-juice, and she jerked her tongue back. She closed her eyes and tried it again. This time she sent her tongue into Susan's pussy and left it there.
In a moment she started to lick all over the inside of Susan's sweet-tasting cunt. It wasn't as bad as she had expected. In fact, she could feel her own juices boiling up again.
Her ass was writhing in pleasure as Susan had started pushing her pussy down into her face. Diane's tongue was getting deeper in the blonde's pussy. She had no trouble finding her hard little clit. It was as stiff as a dick. She began sucking it into her mouth and spitting it out. She could feel Susan's tension. Her friend was really getting worked up.
Diane put her hands on Susan's asscheeks as she started driving her tongue farther into her cunthole. She found Susan's little asshole and remembered what Rick had told her about assfucking his wife.
Diane jabbed two fingers into the puckered hole and felt Susan jerking with pleasure. She began driving her tongue into Susan's cunt with the same rhythm she was jabbing her fingers into her shitter. She moved her fingers deeper and deeper into Susan's asshole. She tasted more of Susan's juices, and she had to swallow.
She could feel Susan tightening around her face. Her thighs almost cut off Diane's circulation. Diane didn't let it stop her-she kept ramming her tongue deeper into Susan's cunt. She could feel her own hot juices pouring into Susan's mouth.
Suddenly Susan couldn't stand it any more. She raised herself up from between Diane's legs. Diane knew it was only temporary. She began to ram her tongue faster and almost brutally putting her fingers in Susan's asshole.
"Oh Jesus!" Susan groaned. "I'm coming! God, you learn fast! Sweet Jesus, I'm coming! OH, FUCK!"
Diane had to swallow fast to keep from choking. She felt like Susan had poured gallons of hot juice down her throat. She kept licking and sucking until Susan had nothing left to give. Finally, the blonde was lifting her pussy from Diane's face.
"Oh God," Susan moaned, "I needed that!"
Susan wasn't one to leave her friend hanging. She quickly turned around and put her face back between Diane's legs. Her experienced tongue began tickling Diane's clit once again. This time, Diane put her hands firmly on the back of Susan's head. She wasn't going to let her friend stop, this time.
"Eat me, Susan," Diane moaned. "Eat my pussy."
It was nice. Diane knew a cock would have felt better, but it was still nice. Her ass moved from side to side as Susan really got down to eating her cunt. She could feel the hot flashes shooting up from her pussy. She felt like she had even more juice than Susan.
"It feels good," Diane moaned. "I'm going to come. Ah God, it feels ... SO GOOOD!"
Susan kept licking until she had licked and swallowed every drop of Diane's juice. Diane finally quit trembling, and her blonde friend lifted her head. Her full lips were smeared with Diane's cream.
Diane knew she was hooked. Sex was wonderful, and it didn't matter who you were doing it with. She knew she could never go back to being the faithful wife again.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was turning into another one of those parties.
Diane hadn't really wanted to go to Susan's party that Friday evening. She was in a horny mood, and she wanted her loving husband to do something about it. But Jim was more in the mood for some heavy drinking, and he had convinced her to go.
It wasn't one of Susan's best parties. Most of the people who had come were married and the wives weren't letting the husbands out of their sights. There was very little to do except drink. Diane was doing a lot of that.
About halfway through the evening, her husband started getting staggering drunk. Diane had had almost as much as he had, but she could hold her booze better. She threw a disgusted look at her husband as he drank, another stiff drink.
"Oh, shit!" Diane said. "I'm so tired of this shit. I'm taking him home."
Susan put a restraining hand on Diane's arm. "Maybe you should wait until you feel a little more sober."
"I'm taking him home now," Diane said. "I'm not that drunk."
Nobody could convince her not to take her husband home. Some of the men helped her get him out to the car. He passed out almost as soon as she shut the door.
"He's a shitty bastard," Diane said.
Diane didn't realize how high she was. She slid under the steering wheel and turned the ignition on. She looked at the form of her drunken, snoring husband. Maybe she could get him awake before the night was over. He might be good for one fuck, anyway.
Diane knew she was too high to drive the car, but she just didn't give a damn. She started it up and screeched away from the curb. She hadn't gone very far before she could see flashing blue lights behind her.
"Oh, shit!" Diane said, as she eased the car over to the curb.
She saw two police officers getting out of the car and walking toward her. One of them switched his flashlight on and shined it in her face.
"Turn off that damn light!" she said.
The police officer laughed as he looked in the window. She could feel his light passing quickly over her husband and then coming back to her. She had on a short green knit dress and hadn't worn her bra. His light kept passing over her round tits.
"Haven't you seen enough?" she asked.
"I sure haven't, lady," he said. "You've been drinking a little bit, haven't you?"
"Not a drop," she lied.
"The hell you say," the police officer said. "Joe, I think we've got a couple for the jail."
Diane heard the word and it shocked her. Jail was for ugly people breaking the law. She had never been to jail in her life. She couldn't go now. She knew what her neighbors would say. It might even hurt her husband's work.
"Jail," she said. "You don't have to take me to jail. I mean, I just live down the road."
"You're drunk, lady," the police officer said. "You couldn't drive this car another inch."
"Couldn't you just take me home?" Diane pleaded. She was getting really scared. She remembered the ugly stories about jails and what happened to people. She could imagine what might happen to a pretty young woman like herself.
God, she didn't want to go to jail!
"Sorry, lady," the officer said. "That's procedure. Besides, you weren't exactly nice to me just now. Telling me to turn off my damn light and all."
"I didn't mean it," Diane said. "You can leave it on. You can look at all you like. Please don't take me to jail!"
"Get out of the car, lady," he said.
Diane was feeling sick to her stomach. She climbed woodenly out of the car and felt the police officer's light going up and down her body again. This time, she didn't protest.
"You're not a bad-looking piece," the officer said. "Did you say you lived just down the road?"
"Yes, sir," she answered.
"Maybe we could make some kind of deal," the police officer suggested, a leer in his eye.
"Anything," Diane said softly, even though she thought she knew the kind of deal the policeman had in mind.
"Let's go to your house," the policeman said.
"What about my husband?"
"He'll be all right here for a while," the officer answered.
Diane shrugged her shoulders as the two cops walked her to their car. She got into the car, and they pressed her between them. The police officer named Joe drove the car while the other put his arm around her waist.
"You feel really good," he said. "You smell really good, too. How about a little kiss?"
She turned her head toward him and kissed him gently on the mouth. She expected the probing touch of his tongue, and she opened her mouth wider. His tongue slid between her lips and rubbed against hers. She felt his damp hand on her thigh.
"Have you got good pussy, baby?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Nobody's complained before."
"It better be good," he said. "You'd better make this the best fuck of your life."
The policeman who held her was a big burly man with heavy hands. He had thick blond hair and hungry eyes. She could feel the tension that ran through his body with the touch of his hand on her thigh.
"I live right there," she said.
"Nice house," he said. "I thought you might be the kind of prissy bitch who lives in a nice house."
They walked her to her front door, and she opened it. They pushed her inside, and Joe turned on the lights. They stood looking at her expectantly.
"Well, baby?" Joe asked. "What are you waiting for? Take off your goddamn clothes, prissy bitch. We haven't got all night."
She hesitated only a moment before she reached behind her neck and unhooked her dress. She did a little shimmy as she let it fall to the floor. Her big tits popped free, and she saw them licking their lips.
"Christ!" Joe exclaimed. "Harry, have you ever seen a pair like that?"
"Not lately," Harry said. "It makes my cock hard as hell just looking at them."
Diane hurriedly skinned off her panties and stood stark naked. Harry stepped forward and put his hand between her legs. She wiggled a little as she felt his rough fingers rubbing up and down her cuntlips.
"You're a sweet bitch," Harry said. "I bet you love to fuck."
Diane didn't answer. She could feel his fingers sliding inside her wet cunt, and her words caught in her throat. She didn't like what this man was doing to her. He was using her, and she didn't want to feel pleasure from it. But she had already been horny, and his fingers made her feel even hotter.
Harry reached his other hand up to play with her tits. She felt his rough fingers moving from one hard nipple to the other. Damn, but he knew how to make a woman's blood run hot.
"Let's get on the couch," he said.
They led her over to the living room couch and sat her down. Joe sat on one side of her and Harry on the other. Joe began to kiss her cheek and shoulder while his hand played with her titty. Harry still had his fingers in her pussy.
"We're getting the little bitch hot," Harry said. "I knew she was nothing but a hot-blooded cunt when I looked at her."
Harry's fingers drove deep inside her cunt and made her cry out. He brought his fingers back and then rammed them into her again. She could feel her clit getting hot and hard, and it was sending shivers through her body.
"You like that, bitch?" Harry asked. "You like having your fucking pussy played with?"
"Yes," she moaned.
Harry grabbed her hand and brought it to the front of his uniform trousers. She felt the huge bulge pushing at his fly. She didn't pull her hand away. She knew what she was there for. Her fingers moved up and down the length of his swollen cock, down to his balls and back up again.
"Take it out, cunt," Harry groaned. "It won't be the first cock you've ever taken out of a man's trousers."
She found his zipper and pulled it down. Her tiny hand slipped inside, and she found his cock bunched in his shorts. It took her a few minutes to move his shorts out of the way and pull his stiff cock out of the opening.
"Jesus," Harry moaned, "you sure know what to do with a cock. Play with it, bitch. Play with it!"
She wrapped her fingers around his bloated cock and began moving her hand up and down. His prickshaft grew slippery immediately as his thick pre-cum leaked over her fingers. Harry was very excited. She could feel his fingers sliding deeper into her hot cunt.
"Have you ever kissed a man's cock before, bitch?" Harry asked her. "Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth before?"
She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. This was something she'd always heard about, but it was something that she had never thought she would do-except maybe for her husband. But Harry's cock was thick in her fingers, and she knew that he wasn't going to let her back off.
"I've never done that," she said. "Couldn't you just fuck me?"
"No, baby," Harry answered. "There's nothing I like better than fucking a prissy bitch in the mouth."
Harry stood up and peeled off his trousers and shorts. His cock wasn't that big, but at that moment it looked huge to Diane. Joe was still playing with her titties and laughing softly. She knew she could expect no mercy from either of these men.
"Don't make me do this," she said.
Harry wasn't gentle about it. He reached into her thick black hair with both hands. He twisted the thick strands of hair around his fingers until he had a tight hold of her head. He pulled her face toward his cock.
"Kiss it, bitch!" Harry said. "It's not going to choke you. Kiss my fucking cock!"
He held her so tightly that she couldn't escape when he brought his cock up to her lips. She kissed the smelly cum-smeared tip and thought she was going to gag. She wouldn't open her mouth. She wouldn't take that thing in her mouth.
Harry reached down and pinched her nostrils together. Suddenly she couldn't breathe. She held it off for as long as she could, but she had to open her mouth to catch her breath. At that moment, Harry forced his bloated cockhead into her mouth.
"Just relax, baby," Harry said. "I'm going to make a cocksucker out of you. People are going to come for miles around just to shoot their wads in your mouth!"
He let go of her nose. She tried to spit his prick out but couldn't manage that. She knew she was going to be sick as Harry forced his rigid cock deeper into her mouth.
"I'm going to make the best cocksucker out of you that this place has ever had," Harry said. "You're a fucking natural. Just relax, bitch!"
Harry kept inching his fat prick into her mouth. She couldn't smell anything but cock. His prick had a strong salty flavor. She hollowed her cheeks as she felt more of his thick meat sliding into her throat.
"She's taking it now, Joe," Harry moaned. "I've got enough to choke a horse, but she's taking it!"
He kept moving forward until his entire cock was lodged tightly in her mouth. Harry was proud of himself.
Diane couldn't move. She couldn't believe she'd gotten all of his big cock into her mouth.
Harry laughed as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He held it near her face so that she could see every spit-soaked inch of it. She swallowed nervously as he brushed his fat prick against her lips.
"You're going to suck this good, bitch," Harry told her. "You're going to suck it good or I'll find a way to teach you a lesson. Maybe a night in jail. Maybe we can put you in with some dyke bitch!"
The thought of jail frightened her once more. Diane knew she was going to do her best to make Harry happy. Harry brushed his prickhead against her lips again. This time, she was a little more willing. She opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her lips.
"That's it, cunt!" Harry said. "That's the fucking way!"
Harry grabbed the back of her head as he began ramming his prick deep into her mouth. He thrust savagely, and his cockhead seemed to get deeper with every stroke. She had never had cock this way before. She could see nothing but cockmeat.
"That's the way to fucking do it," Harry groaned. "Oh Jesus, that's nice!"
Harry had slowed his savage pace. Now he was slowly driving his cock deep into her mouth and bringing it out again. Diane was past the point of being able to control herself. Her neck ached, but she was willing to make Harry happy.
"You're going to swallow my cum," Harry moaned. "You're going to fucking swallow every drop!"
She could feel his prickhead getting fatter, and some of his cum was leaking into her mouth. She knew he was close to coming. She thought of all that hot cum spurting into her mouth. She didn't know if she could handle it.
He was fucking her sweet lips faster and faster. She could feel the heavy pressure of his balls against her chin as he rammed his cock into her mouth.
"I'm almost there," he groaned.
She could see Joe watching them, and suddenly she realized this was the first time she'd ever had one man while another man watched. Joe's eyes looked hot. It made her squirm a little. She felt the warmth in her pussy. It was crazy, but the situation was beginning to turn her on.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus," Harry moaned. "Here I fucking come. Jesus ... AHHHHHH!"
His cock grew rock-hard in her mouth, and she felt the hot spurts of his jism. She had to swallow the salty cream to keep from choking. She found that it wasn't bad-at least, not as bad as she had feared.
"Jesus, yes," Harry moaned. "You know how to suck, little bitch. I knew you'd know how! Now lick it fucking clean!"
She swallowed the last salty mouthful and went on sucking. She felt Harry pulling her head back, and she started to lick up and down his still swollen cock.
"Just like a trained dog," Harry said. "I've got this rich bitch trained like a circus dog."
She felt humiliated-but she also felt hot. She could feel her pussy-lips quivering with desire. She felt Joe's hands back on her tits again. She could hardly stand. She wanted him to put his cock into her, but she didn't ask. Instead, she kept her head down, licking Harry's cock. Already she could feel his cock starting to feel firm again.
"That's right, bitch," Harry groaned. "Get it fucking hard again. Get it fucking hard and we'll both give it to you at the same time. I know you'll like that!"
Diane could only groan as she kept licking his cock. Joe had gotten off the couch, and he was slowly taking his clothes off. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. Joe had strong, lean good looks, and his cock was already at half-mast. She could feel a hot stirring inside herself.
God, she was going to get fucked by both these men! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.
"That's enough," Harry commanded, and she raised her beautiful face.
Harry stroked her hair and then her titties. Her tits felt hard and achy. She groaned as she felt his fingers running over her big brown nip pies. She pressed them into his hands.
"I believe we've really got a hot bitch on our hands," Harry told Joe.
"I bet she can hardly wait until she gets a taste of two men at once. Can you, rich bitch?"
"No," she answered, "I can't."
"You're nothing but a goddamn whore," Harry told her. "You're nothing but a hot fuckhole, a piece of ass. Let me hear you say it. I'm nothing but a piece of ass!"
Harry already had her shaking with hunger, and she wondered why he was putting her through this. He had beaten every bit of pride out of her. Her cunt was aching like a burning hole.
"I'm a piece of ass," she whispered.
"Louder, bitch," Harry said. "I want the whole neighborhood to hear you. Tell them what you are!"
"I'm a piece of ass!" she screamed.
"You're goddamn right," Harry said. "A rich-bitch piece of ass!"
Harry pushed her backwards on the floor. His thick cock was jutting proudly again. He spread her legs, and she felt his cockhead pushing against her cunt. She almost passed out from the delicious warmth that spread through her body. She moved down against Harry until she felt his cockhead popping into her cunt.
"Goddamn bitch," Harry said. Harry was acting like he was angry with her. "You're good for nothing but sucking cock and fucking, goddamn fucking bitch!"
She gasped as Harry suddenly rammed every inch of his steel-hard cock into her cunt. She had never been filled so completely before. She felt his balls against her, but only for a second. Harry pulled his cock out of her cunt and pounded it back into her again.
"You're going to get fucked this time," Harry told her. "Fucked like a bitch!"
Harry began to ram his prick into her cunt. He was fucking her with deep violent strokes, and she felt like his cock was getting all the way into her belly. She could feel his fat cockhead practically splitting her each time he rammed into her.
"Feel that, bitch?" Harry questioned. "You feel that big cock?"
"Oh God, yes," she groaned.
Harry gave her a couple of more hard strokes before he pulled out of her. She grabbed frantically at his cock, but he only laughed and moved out of her way.
Harry stretched out on the ground and told her to sit down on top of him. She was more than willing. She climbed up his body and grabbed his swollen cock. She sighed as she guided his stiff rod back into her hot hole.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, that's nice!"
She took his cock all the way up her cunt and began to bounce up and down. There was nothing better than the feel of his thick cock inside her pussy. She could tighten her cuntlips and feel his gigantic cockhead filling her.
"You make me feel so good," she groaned.
She had forgotten about Joe. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her over until her tits were pressed into Harry's bony chest.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to give you what you want, baby," Joe answered her. "We're going to give you a real fucking."
She realized what Joe was doing as she felt his cockhead against her puckered asshole. She wasn't scared of getting it in the ass-she had already felt that. But she had never had it with two men at the same time.
Harry rammed into her cunt, and she felt Joe's cock popping into her asshole. Joe was good with his cock. He pushed his prick into her gently until she could finally feel the whole length in her tight shitter.
"Oh Jesus," Harry groaned.
"Her ass is tighter than shit," Joe moaned.
Both men stopped for a while, giving her time to get used to it. She had never known such pleasure. Her whole body was trembling as the two cocks filled her holes.
"Now!" Harry shouted. "Really give it to her. Fuck her to death!"
Joe and Harry began to thrust with the same savage rhythm. This was the fuck to end all fucks. She could hardly catch her breath as two hot cocks rammed her pussy and asshole.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give it to me!"
She drove her fiery tongue into Harry's mouth. She rubbed her tits against his chest. There was very little she could do except just take the two cocks punishing her. But she loved the punishment. Sweet pleasure flooded her body. She thought of sucking his dick, and she could almost taste the cum in her mouth again.
"Christ," she moaned, "I'm coming! Oh God, I'm going to come!"
Her body seemed to explode in a thousand directions. She could feel her pussy-juice soaking Harry's cock. She was wiggling with spasms of delight, but there was no way she was going to wiggle out from between the two men.
"She's tearing my fucking cock off," Harry groaned.
She didn't stop wiggling, even after the last pleasure spasm had shaken her body. She wanted the two men to have the same kind of enjoyment that she'd had. She kept wiggling her ass against Joe's hard cock. She could feel his hard strokes getting longer and deeper.
"Oh my God," Joe groaned. "I'm going to shoot in her ass. Oh shit, it feels so good! It feels so fucking good!"
She felt him ramming his cock deep into her asshole, felt his hot spurting cum shooting into her. He kept moving his cock in and out of her ass until she was sure he didn't have another drop left.
Harry was still fucking her pussy, but she felt him pushing her off him as soon as Joe was finished. She let him turn her around and force her face against the floor. She wasn't surprised when she felt his stiff cock probing her asshole.
"I want some of this, too," Harry moaned.
Harry stabbed his prick into her asshole and began to thrust violently. She was feeling sore, but she knew that Harry didn't have much left.
"Jesus," Harry groaned. "Her ass is fucking fantastic. Oh shit, it feels good!"....
He rammed it into her one last time, and she felt his hot cum pouring into asshole. She had never felt so much cum in her shitter. It was dripping down the backs of her thighs.
"What a fucking piece!" Harry exclaimed. "Now get your fucking clothes on, bitch."
"What do you mean?" Diane asked.
"You didn't think we'd really let you off just by giving us a piece of ass. Hell, no, bitch, you're going to jail."
Diane couldn't believe it, but they were getting dressed and Harry acted like he was serious. Diane knew he was serious when he slapped her across her face.
"Get your fucking clothes on!" Harry said. "I won't tell you again!"
Diane realized she really was going to jail.
CHAPTER SIX
It took Diane a while, but she finally realized that Harry was just a cruel person. Joe might have let her go, but Harry was determined that she would suffer something. She was humiliated about having to go through the arrest procedure, especially since she was dressed in the outfit she'd worn to the party. Everybody was looking at her lustfully.
The last she saw of Harry and Joe, they were walking back out to their police car, laughing.
They had already forgotten about her. The dirty-minded jailer hadn't forgot her, though. He tried to put his hands on her as he walked her back to her cell.
"Please leave me alone," she told him.
She was in no mood to be handled by the jailer. She only wanted to go to her cell and wait for Rick to come and get her out. She'd called him as soon as she'd gotten to the jailhouse.
"This is the place," the elderly jailer told her. "You might find you like it here."
"I doubt it," she said.
The jailer tried to run a hand under her skirt. She felt her skin crawl. She didn't want this ugly man to touch her. She turned around and slapped his face. She knew she had made a mistake as soon as she saw his ugly grin.
"You bitch," he said. "So you're too good for old Jake Roberts. You gave it to Joe and Harry easy enough. Why not give a little bit to me?"
She was mad as hell, and just the thought of Harry and Joe made her madder. She turned her back on the jailer.
She had made another mistake. She felt the jailer's arms around her, and he was dragging her backwards.
"You're too good for me," he laughed, holding her easily as a man might hold a baby.
"Well, I know a way to take some of the pride out of your ass!"
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"You'll find out, bitch," he answered.
She struggled, but it did little good. The jailer was strong for his age. He dragged her into a dark hallway and opened another cell. He pushed her inside and shut the door behind her.
"Here's a present for you, fellows," he called out.
It took her eyes a moment to adjust. Then she saw that she was in a very large cell with seven or eight bunks. Every one of the bunks held a man who was leering at her.
"What have we here?" a large, bushy-headed man said. As he walked toward her, she felt her heart pounding in fear. The man looked like someone she'd read about in the papers-a robber or rapist or somebody like that. She really felt scared.
"My name's Hank," he said. "You're a mighty pretty woman."
"Please don't hurt me," she begged.
"I wouldn't think of hurting a pretty thing like you," Hank said. "But you know, you got to be nice to me. I don't hurt people who are nice to me. Especially pretty women."
"What do you want?" she asked, although Diane knew exactly what the man would want from her.
"I been in jail three months," he said. "Some of my buddies been here even longer. It's been a long time since we had a pretty woman to play with."
Diane backed away until she could back no further. She saw the hungry look in Hank's eyes and knew she could expect no mercy from him-or any of the rest of the men in the tiny crowded cell.
She couldn't let this happen to her. She liked fucking, but not with these men, and not as tired as she already was. Diane had never been raped before, but she knew she was about to experience it.
"Please leave me alone," she begged them.
Hank laughed and grabbed a handful of her thick black hair. She tried to twist her face away as she felt his lips searching for hers. Hank only twisted her head back and pressed his hungry lips over hers. She immediately felt the hot probing of his tongue.
"Hey, Hank," someone shouted. "Save some of that for me."
She felt Hanks' big brutal hands massaging her tits. Her thin blouse was not enough to keep out the fiery feel of his fingers. She felt his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth and she had to rub hers against his to keep from choking. She could feel his excitement as he pressed his crotch against her. His big cock was practically jumping out of his trousers.
She wasn't surprised to feel other hands reaching for her body. Suddenly Hank twisted away and knocked someone spinning. She saw a man getting up off the floor with a cut on his mouth.
"You bastard!" he said.
"Take it easy, Ronald," Hank said. "You're going to get yours, but don't rush me."
Hank turned his attention back to Diane. His big hands ripped her blouse apart easily. She felt her big round tits spilling out. He grabbed them with both his hands and squeezed until she was almost in pain.
"Jesus," Hank moaned, "I haven't had a pair like yours in a long fucking time."
Hank was like a wild animal. His mouth moved down to her throat and she could feel his teeth nipping at her. His cock pressed harder against her. She felt his hands nearly squeezing her titties off.
"You goddamn hot-tittied bitch," Hank moaned.
Diane might have enjoyed it except for the knowledge that there were other men waiting their turn. Now she was more frightened than excited.
Hank took her hand and pressed it to his crotch. She felt his hot cock jumping in his trousers.
"Take it out, whore," Hank groaned. "Take my fucking prick out of my trousers before it gets too hard to take out!"
She didn't want to, but there was nothing else she could do. She unzipped his trousers and slipped her hand inside. She had no trouble wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick and pulling it out of his trousers.
"You goddamn bitch," Hank groaned as her hot fingers worked on his stiff flesh. He grabbed her head a little tighter and began to force her down to her knees. "Let's see what you can do with a real man's cock."
His prick smelled of sweat as her face was pressed into his crotch. She began licking the tip of his hot dick but that wasn't what he wanted.
"Take it in your goddamn mouth, you fucking bitch," Hank groaned. "Take it in your mouth and suck it!"
She parted her lips and took his swollen cockmeat inside. She let his cockhead run down her tongue until she had more than half his prick in her mouth. He had a big one, and she could feel it pulsating at the deepest part of her throat.
"See there, you cocksucking bitch?" he groaned. "You can do it. You can suck cock."
He grabbed her head and he began to direct her movements. He made her suck him until his cock was slippery with her spit. Then he pulled his dick out of her wet mouth.
"Take the rest of your fucking clothes off," he commanded. "I'm going to fuck that sweet snatch!"
Diane could feel her heart pounding as she pulled off the rest of her already torn clothes. She felt Hank's hands still caressing her tits and slowly forcing her the rest of the way down to the cold cement floor. Hank spread her legs. His hand covered her pussy and she felt his fingers stroking her quivering cuntlips.
"Goddamn," Hank exclaimed, "you're one classy fucking bitch!"
All of the other men in the cell had gathered around as Hank undid his trousers and pulled them off. He was between her legs in a second. She felt his powerful cock plunging all the way up her tight snatch.
"Oh God!" she gasped as she felt his balls against her asscheeks.
"I've got a big one, bitch," Hank growled, "and I know the fucking way to use it."
Hank fucked her as brutally as his powerful muscles could manage. She had been fucked roughly before, but never like this. Her ass was scraping the cement floor but Hank didn't care. He was slamming his stiff prick power fully into her furry fuckhole. He was tearing her in half.
"You bitch!" Hank erupted. "Find my fucking balls and play with them!"
She was willing to do anything to make Hank happy. She didn't want him using those powerful muscles to hurt her. She slipped her hand between their bodies and she found his cum-filled balls. She began to caress them. She could feel the tension going through Hank's body.
"Jesus," Hank groaned, "I've never had pussy like this. The bitch is making me come. She's making me fucking blow my wad! Oh shit, you bitch ... YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!"
She felt Hank's thick muscles tense as he drove his cock into her as deep as he could manage. She closed her eyes and felt his hot cum spurting into her cunt. He must have had a gallon. She felt him spurting again and then going limp. His cock started to slide out of her.
Hank wiped his wet prick against her thighs and stood up. Diane noticed that all the men standing in the circle around her had started to get undressed. Some of them just had their cocks out but most of them were completely naked. She didn't have the courage to count them, but she had never seen so many cocks.
"Please," she begged Hank, "wasn't I good for you? Please don't let them."
"Are you kidding, bitch?" Hank asked her. "They'd tear me apart to get to you."
She saw their hungry faces-like wolves crowded around her-and she knew it was true. There was nothing in the world that could stop all these men from fucking her.
"Oh shit, baby," Ronald said. "It won't be so bad. You might like being gang-banged."
Ronald was between her legs. His mouth was hungry for her shapely tits. She heard laughter as Ronald began sucking on one of her nipples. She felt a hand stroking her thigh. She tried to roll away from it but other hands started stroking her.
"Oh please don't." Diane begged. "Please."
Nobody listened to her. Other hands stroked her thighs. She felt another hot mouth on her free titty. She felt a man's hot mouth kissing the inner parts of her thighs.
She kept wiggling to get away from them but she couldn't. They held her down, and she felt a cock sliding into her pussy. It went in so easily and suddenly that it surprised her. She gasped softly as she felt the second man start fucking her.
It was crazy to be fucked and not know who had his cock in her. There were so many men's bodies pressing her to the floor. She felt a cock rubbing across her mouth and she tried to turn her head.
"Don't try to get away, baby," a man said softly. "You're going to take it. Don't make us hurt you."
She felt a strong hand on her throat. Her breath was almost cut off. She gasped as he released her. This time she didn't try to stop the cock that pushed at her lips. She opened her mouth and swallowed the stiff cockmeat.
She wasn't surprised when she felt herself being turned onto her side. She was able to see the man who was fucking her. He was practically a teenager-or at least he looked that way. He had golden curls and very blue eyes. He could have been one of her neighbors' children.
She felt a cock against her asshole. She shut her eyes. God, this couldn't be happening to her-not all these men at once. It just couldn't be happening.
The man behind her had no trouble forcing his cock into her asshole. She felt him sliding his cock into her tight shitter all the way to his heavy balls. The three men began to fuck her like she was an animal. They pounded their cocks into her three holes, and she had never felt so much cockmeat at one time. Her body was being bruised but there was nothing she could do.
It was insane. It just couldn't happen, but it was happening.
She thought it was the final straw when she felt a hard cock being pressed into the palm of her hand. She tried to draw her hand back. A man's strong fingers grabbed hers and twisted her fingers until she winced in pain. This time she gave him no trouble when he forced his prick into her hand.
She tightened her fingers around his cockmeat and began jerking him off. At the same time she felt the man in her cunt start to fuck her violently. He was ramming into her like a piston, and she could feel his cock getting fatter.
"Baby!" he yelled. "Oh God, baby, I'm coming. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! Shit, it feels good. SHIIIIT!"
She felt his cum pouring into her. She felt cum dripping out between her thighs. She wasn't ready when the young boy drove his cock into her mouth and she tasted his cockcream. She gagged and started gobbling his thick cum as it spurted out of his cock. He pulled back suddenly and let some of his sticky jism run down her chin. He pushed his cock back into her mouth to let her lick it clean.
"You sweet bitch," he moaned, "I've never had a blowjob like that before!"
The young man rubbed his cock against her face once more. Then she felt him being pulled backwards. The man who had been fucking her hand now pressed his cock into her mouth. She took it without protest. She felt battered and bruised, but she knew there was no way she could fight these men. She had to give in.
"Jesus!" the man in her asshole cried. "Oh Jesus fuck, this feels nice ... so nice!"
She felt his cum spurting into her asshole. She almost blacked out but the men didn't seem to care. One man would leave a hole and another man would quickly take his place. She had never been fucked so brutally by so many men. She didn't know how many dicks she had sucked in the thirty minutes she was in the cell. She still had no idea of how many men were in the cell. She only knew that they fucked her every hole again and again until she felt full of cum.
She finally was left alone, and she opened her eyes again. The men stood around her, working their cocks. She realized what was happening but she couldn't move to get away from it. Suddenly a dozen cocks spurted cum into the air, and she felt clinging jism all over her body. She was soaked in the sticky jism. She felt it clinging to her face and hair and covering her titties and belly and her pussyhair.
She saw Hank bending over her.
"This is what we think of proud-assed bitches," Hank said. "The next time a man wants a piece of ass from you, you better think of us. Give it to him, bitch! He deserves it, hole!"
Diane nodded. She had learned her lesson. She knew Hank was talking about the jailer. She would give it to whomever asked, as long as she was in jail. God, she would give it to the jailer if he asked again. She would throw a fuck on him he would never forget.
She never wanted to be taught a lesson like this again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan was late. She couldn't imagine what Diane was doing in jail, but it was her duty to get her friend out. She was late because she'd spent an hour trying to get Rick to come, but Rick was so damn drunk that it was probably a good thing that he didn't.
Susan walked into the jail still wearing her party clothes. She saw a good-looking policeman looking at her, and she gave him the eye. The policeman smiled back. He was a gorgeous hunk, and she wouldn't have minded riding his cock.
But she was in a hurry.
There was a crusty old man behind the desk at the jail. He gave her the eye, but this time she didn't smile back. She could do better than an old man who looked like he was on his last legs.
"I want to get Diane Rutherford out," Susan said.
"Yeah," the old man said, "you look like you might be a friend of hers."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that all you rich types stick together," the jailer said.
"I just want to get my friend out," Susan said. "You can save your sarcasm."
The old jailer nodded. "All right, honey. Come with me and I'll show you your friend."
Susan followed the jailer even though she didn't like the feel of the jail. She felt sorry for Diane being in a place like this. She wanted to hurry and get her friend out.
"Your friend's in here," the jailer said.
Susan was shocked. Pretty Diane Rutherford didn't look so pretty or snobbish any more. She was lying on the cold cement of a jail cell. She was completely naked, covered with spunk, and it looked like she'd been raped by a dozen men.
"Oh my God!" Susan gasped. "Diane, are you all right?"
Diane turned to look at her and tried to smile, but she was too tired. She could only attempt to raise one hand in a kind of weak greeting.
"What did you do to her?" Susan asked. "You filthy bastard! What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything to her," the jailer said. "I wouldn't hurt her. She was like that when she came in."
"You lying bastard!" Susan said.
"Sure," the jailer said, "but that's what we'll tell the judge if any troubles come. The police officers who arrested her will claim that she was drunk and fucking all comers at a neighborhood party. In fact, I think we'll say that about you, too."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked.
Susan was suddenly scared. She was alone and had no way of protecting herself from this awful old man. And she suddenly knew that the same thing could happen to her that had happened to Diane.
The jailer was pressing her back against Diane's cell.
"You be nice to me," the jailer said. "You be nice or I'll put you the same place I put your friend. Do you think you could handle that, bitch? There were more than twelve men in that cell."
Susan trembled as she thought about what he was telling her. Diane had been brutally raped by twelve men, and he was telling her that none of them would ever be punished. Diane was strong. She could handle it and Susan would help her.
But who would help both of them if she allowed herself to be raped that way.
"Will you let me take her home when you're done with me?" Susan asked.
"Of course," the jailer answered. He leaned over and put his hands on either side of her waist. She felt his hands moving around until he was gently caressing her shapely ass. Susan kept from jerking away. "I'm glad to see you're being smarter than your friend."
There was nothing else Susan could do. The jailer kissed her mouth and she felt his hot probing tongue. She parted her lips and started rubbing her tongue against his. She felt the jailer's fingers digging into her asscheeks.
"Oh yeah, baby," the jailer said. "You're something else. You've got a sweet fucking ass!"
His fingers kept digging into her asscheeks and she felt something like a warm tingle in her pussy. She told herself that she was only feeling nervous, that this old man couldn't be doing anything for her.
But it had been a long time since Rick had given her a good fuck!
The jailer was kissing her again. She let him rub his tongue inside her mouth for a long time. She was getting uncomfortable with her back-pressed against the wall. She pushed him away.
"Don't start getting cute, baby," the jailer warned.
"I'm not getting cute," she said, "but don't you have any place to go, or do you plan on fucking me here in the hallway?"
The jailer smiled. "No, baby, I don't plan on fucking you here."
He took her hand and pulled her down the hallway to an empty cell. He pushed her inside and locked the door. He put his keys inside his pocket. She could see the front of his trousers being pushed out by his hard prick.
"You look like you've got a problem," she said.
"I sure do, bitch," he said. "And you're going to take care of it for me."
He walked over and sat down on the edge of a cot. He unzipped his trousers and pulled his half-rigid cock out of his pants. Susan swallowed nervously as she looked at the thick purplish head and realized what he wanted from her.
"Come here, slut," the jailer told her. "Come here and show me how much you like my cock. Worship it on your knees, whore!"
Susan nodded. She went to him and sank to her knees on the cold concrete floor. She was good at sucking cock. Her husband called her an expert, but she had never practiced on anyone else. She put her hand around the base of his cock. She lifted the purplish head.
"Ummmm," she cooed softly as her wet tongue flicked at the end of his throbbing cock.
The old jailer could not believe his luck. He moaned with pleasure as her practiced lips and tongue worked around the sensitive head of his prick.
"Oh fuck, bitch," he groaned. "This is what I like!"
Finally her wet mouth opened and she took the end of his cock between her lips. She immediately spit it out again, her tongue moving down the soft underside of his cock to where his prick came out of his trousers.
"Let me take those off," the jailer said. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down. His shorts were ripped as he hurriedly jerked them off.
Susan put her lips back to the bloated head of his prick. This time she licked the massive throbbing head until it was covered with her spit. She jabbed at the tiny eye with her tongue and tasted pre-cum.
She moved her tongue down his cock again and began to tongue his bloated balls. She could feel them pulsating as she ran her tongue over them. She sucked one into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. She felt the old jailer jerk with pleasure.
"God," he moaned, "I've never had it so fucking good!"
She kept tongue-teasing his balls for a while, then let her tongue move back up to the head of his cock. She had most of his cock covered with her spit and now she took the massive knob gingerly back into her mouth.
The old man grabbed her by her blonde head and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. He had grown tired of her teasing. He kept his prick in her throat as she sputtered for breath. Finally he let her pull her head back a little.
"Suck it, bitch," he told her. "Suck my prick like a goddamn cocksucking whore!"
The old jailer kept his hands on the back of her head, but he didn't try to pull her any more. Instead, he let her establish her own pace. She slowly let her mouth slide back until her teeth touched the sensitive rim of his prick.
Then she swallowed his prickmeat again, she could feel his pulsating knob at the back of her throat. It made her stomach feel warm. God, she liked to suck cock. She had thought it was just her husband's cock she liked, but she was finding out that she just liked sucking cock.
Her blonde head began bobbing slowly, taking his hot prick deep into her mouth and then spitting it out again.
"Yeah," he groaned. "You suck nice, bitch! Mine's not the only piece of hot prickmeat that you've wrapped those luscious lips around."
She couldn't answer him. Her tongue started working around his stiff flesh. She could feel her mouth filling with saliva as she sucked him. Her heart was pounding. She could feel her pussy pouring hot juices into her panties.
It didn't seem possible, but she was getting really turned on sucking this old man's prick.
Maybe it was just the thought of being raped. Every woman has fantasies about rape, and Susan had more than her share. But seeing Diane with all that jism covering her body had made Susan think of her own gang-bang dreams. It made her hot and shiverish.
"God," the old jailer moaned, "suck it hard now. Move your head, bitch. Suck it hard and I'll give you a hot mouthful of cum!"
The old man was laughing as if he thought he was being cruel by shooting his cum in her mouth. Probably he'd had a lot of women who didn't like having cum in their mouths. But Susan was different-she wanted him to shoot. She was turned on thinking about his jism splattering the insides of her mouth.
"Shit!" he gasped as her head bobbed faster and her wild tongue seemed to be caressing every inch of his hot prickmeat. He felt her fingers playing with his balls, and that was almost all he could stand.
"I'm going to fucking come!" he screamed. "Oh shit, I can feel it coming! I'm shooting! AHHHH!"
He stabbed deep into her mouth, and she felt the first hot spurts of his cum. She was a little unhappy-he didn't have enough. She kept tugging at his cock for more. She swallowed all of his thick jism easily.
"Oh God," he groaned. "Don't suck it off, baby."
She only grinned and kept pulling at his cock. Finally he was able to push her head away. She sensed that he was surprised she had swallowed his cum. She also sensed his surprise that she was acting kind of randy.
She put her lips back on his cock, and he pushed her away again.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"It's kind of sensitive, baby," he said. "But don't worry, you gave me the best suck I've ever had. You should go into the blow-job business. You'd make a fantastic whore!"
"But what about our fuck?" Susan questioned. "You said I'd have to fuck you to get Diane out of jail."
"You can have your friend," the old jailer said. "I'm too pooped to fuck. I can only get it up once."
Susan grinned. That was what he thought. She was feeling horny and she wasn't leaving the cell without getting a good fuck from this old man. He owed her that for getting her so worked up.
Susan knew she could get him hot again. She knew what she had to offer. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. She saw his eyes go to her tits.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He licked his dry lips.
"I promised you a fuck," she said, "and you're going to get a fuck ... the best you ever had!"
"But I can't," he protested.
"We'll just see about that," Susan said.
Somehow their relationship had changed. The old jailer was no longer in charge. Susan had the power as she took her blouse off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her big round tits popped free for his eyes. She knew he had seen Diane's, and Diane's were bigger, but Susan knew her own were beautiful.
He rubbed his crotch, and Susan could already see a little bit of reaction. "God, you're going to kill me!"
She undid her dress and let it fall. She skimmed off her panties and did a little turn for him. She knew he was feasting on her gorgeous asscheeks. Her ass had turned him on before, and she knew it would do it again.
"Oh my God!" he gasped.
She sat down on his lap and kissed his mouth. She felt his tongue probing her lips. His hands moved up to cup her titties. She pressed her titty-flesh into his fingers. She could feel her clit getting hard and aching. She took his hand and pressed his fingers between her legs.
"I'm so hot, baby," she said, squirming around on his lap. "Sucking your big dick made me that way. I've never sucked a bigger, stiffer dick or swallowed so much cum. Did you like the way I swallowed it, baby?"
"Oh fuck, yes!" he answered.
She was lying to him, but it was working. She could feel his cock getting harder and poking into her asscheeks. She pushed him back on the cot and straddled him.
"What are you doing?" he asked her, his voice sounding shocked. "The man's supposed to be on top."
"Aren't you old-fashioned, honey," Susan giggled. "And I suppose you only fuck a woman's pussy, too!"
The old man didn't know what to think about that. But right now, Susan wanted her cunt fucked. She could let some other good-looking woman introduce him to the pleasure of ass-fucking.
She grabbed his cock and guided it to her swollen pussy-lips. She spread her legs wide and let his prick touch her quivering cunt.
"Oh Jesus," Susan moaned, "this is what I want!"
Susan sat down on his hard cock. She felt his stiff prick pushing past her cuntlips and into her pussy. She felt his heavy balls against her. She moaned in pleasure as the lewd shiverish feelings went through her body.
"I love that!" she cried. "I love that fucking cock!"
She knew the old man was thinking he was really a cocksman, but she didn't give a damn about him. All she cared about was that fat cock that filled her pussy so completely. She bent over and pushed her tits into his hairy chest.
"Does this feel good, sugar?" she asked. "You bitch," he moaned. "You bitch, it feels good ... fucking good!" She kissed his mouth and drove her tongue deep into his throat. She no longer gave a damn that he had blackmailed her into doing this. The only thing that mattered was that it felt so fucking good.
She could feel her juices beginning to boil. She started to bounce up and down gently on his fat cock. She could feel his prickhead deliciously spreading her pussy-walls each time she moved. She felt his hands moving down her back to play with her asscheeks.
"Let me get on top," he said. "Let me fuck you."
"No," Susan answered. "It's just fine this way."
Susan bounced faster. She felt him moving his hands up and he started to play with her tits. She was loving this. She wished it could last forever, but she could already feel preorgasmic feelings coming over her.
Finally Susan couldn't stand being on top any longer. She willingly rolled over onto her back, pulling him with her. He started ramming his fat prick into her cunt. He was really giving it to her-even stronger than a younger man.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me like that!"
Susan raised her legs and locked them tightly around his back. She could feel his swollen cock sliding deeper into her pussy. She began to tighten her cuntwalls, and she could feel him getting more excited.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "You'd better come soon."
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She let the delicious pleasure wash over her body. Her cunt began to soak his cock in steaming pussy-juice.
"I'm coming, babe!" she screamed. "Oh, give me that fat dick! Give it to me! OH FUCK!"
She felt her body exploding in a thousand shivers of delight. She was bucking like a wild horse, and the old man was having trouble staying on top. Almost immediately she could feel his cock getting fatter, and she felt the first of his hot cum spurting into her.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, it feels good. Come in my pussy! Come in me!"
"You fucking whore," he moaned. "Fucking whore-bitch ... I'm coming. I'm blowing my wad!"
He rammed forward, and this time he seemed to have even more cum than he had before. He kept shooting it into her until she made one last motion with her ass and drained him dry.
Susan leaned back with a soft smile on her face. She had shown the bastard. She knew he would not soon forget this fuck, and he would never get another one better.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Do you feel like talking?" Susan asked.
Diane hadn't felt like talking since Susan had brought her back home. Susan had stayed downstairs while she had showered and changed into a loose-fitting nightgown. Susan had a drink waiting when she came downstairs.
Diane sipped the refreshing liquid as Susan tried not to stare.
"Do you feel like talking?" Susan asked again.
"Oh God, Susan," Diane said. "I don't know what to say. I don't know where to begin."
"It must have been horrible."
"That's just it," Diane admitted. Diane knew she was about to reveal a truth about herself, one she hadn't even wanted to admit to herself. "It wasn't horrible. I mean ... not like you think. It was rough and I'm sore, but it wasn't horrible. I think I enjoyed it."
Diane waited for Susan's gasp of shocked surprise-which never came. Instead, Susan leaned over and kissed Diane's cheek. "Whew ... I thought it was going to be one of those times when a woman never wanted to have sex again."
"It's not that way," Diane said. "I loved it when they were shooting their cum over me. It was so degrading, and yet, I don't think I've ever felt so hot."
"Are you still hot, baby?" Susan asked softly.
Diane pressed her thighs together and felt a tingle. She hadn't come when the men were fucking her, but she had felt hot. She hadn't washed the cum out from between her legs. She could feel her pussy-walls starting to moisten.
"Yes," Diane admitted, "I'm hot." no
"Maybe I should do something about that," Susan suggested. "Something to make you rest tonight."
"I've still got their cum inside me," Diane said.
Diane thought it might turn her friend off. Instead, she saw Susan's blue eyes light up with a new passion. Susan was getting off on the thought of tasting those men's cum in Diane's pussy.
"Ummmm," Susan said. "That makes it even better."
Diane was wearing nothing but her nightgown. It was no problem for Susan to pull up the hem and reveal Diane's dark hairy bush.
"Be gentle," Diane whispered. "I'm still sore down there."
"Don't worry," Susan assured her. "I'm going to give you the best licking you ever had!"
Diane moaned as her friend went down between her creamy thighs. She felt the first gentle touch of Susan's tongue on her pussylips. She shivered and squirmed into a more comfortable position on the couch.
Susan's face was pressed into Diane's moist pussy. Her tongue edged between Diane's cuntlips and began to lick at the thick cum that still filled Diane's pussy and stained her thighs.
Diane moaned and closed her eyes. Susan was right. Her tongue was very experienced and very gentle. It made Diane tremble all over. It was very nice just to lie there and enjoy. Later she would make it up to her friend, but right now she did not have the energy to do anything but enjoy.
Susan's tongue kept plunging in and out of Diane's pussy until she had licked and swallowed all of the cum in Diane's cunt. Then Diane could feel her licking at her aching clit.
"Ummmmm," Diane moaned.
Susan sucked the hard aching clitty. She seemed to realize when Diane no longer needed for her to be gentle. Now her hungry mouth was working hard on Diane's pussy.
"That feels good, Susan," Diane moaned. "Oh, you know how to make me happy!"
Her body was squirming on the couch as she started leaking hot juice into Susan's mouth. Diane could feel trembles going through her body, and she knew she wasn't going to last for long. As she looked down and saw that mass of blonde hair between her legs, she thought that she now knew how a man must feel when Susan sucked his cock. It was so damn exciting!
"I'm coming," Diane moaned. "Your tongue is making me come, Susan. Oh God, you're doing it so good! Oh Jesus ... oh Jesus ... oh God ... OH FUCK!"
Diane was pouring her cuntjuice into Susan's mouth and Susan was swallowing it as if it were honey. Susan pushed her face tighter to Diane's dripping snatch. There was nobody who knew how to suck better than Susan.
Neither of the two women were ready for the sound of Jim's footsteps in the hallway. Susan couldn't pull herself away even when they both realized that Jim was standing there watching them.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asked softly.
Diane's husband was still a little drunk, but not that drunk. He knew exactly what was going on between Diane and her best friend. His mouth dropped open in surprise.
Susan finally lifted her head. Both of them waited for Jim's next move. Diane was a little worried. She had never known her husband to be violent, but perhaps the right situation had never presented itself.
"Bitches," Jim said softly. "Sick bitches."
"Hey, wait a minute," Susan said. "You'd better watch your mouth, buster."
But Jim wasn't listening. His look had turned to one of hatred, and he was walking toward them. Diane had never seen him this way. She knew what was going to happen even before she saw Susan scrambling out of the way.
Susan was too late. Jim's heavy fist caught her on the side of her face and knocked her spinning. Diane was too tired to move. Jim grabbed her up by her hair and began slapping her face. She felt like she was being ripped apart. She saw Susan getting off the floor and trying to pull Jim away from her. Instead, Jim backhanded her just like he was swatting a fly, and sent Susan spinning again.
Jim slammed her onto the couch, then picked her up again. Susan hit him with something that broke apart. Jim had blood on his face. He let Diane go. He looked a little dazed as he turned toward Susan. Susan started backing away, but the anger in Jim was gone.
He was all right again. He breathed softly and sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. Diane felt like she'd been mauled by an ape. Every bone in her body hurt. She looked at Susan and saw that the blonde was bleeding from a cut mouth.
"You bastard," Susan said softly. "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry," Jim said. "Honest to God, I'm sorry. I never thought I'd ever hit anyone ... not a woman, anyway."
Susan seemed to realize how deeply Jim had been hurt, and she went over to sit beside him. She began to stroke his hair.
"It's all right, Jim," she said. "It's not as bad as you think. I was just helping Diane out a little. It doesn't mean she likes women or anything. We were just having a little fun. There's nothing wrong with a little fun."
Everything was spinning for Diane. She saw Jim turning toward Susan, and suddenly he was kissing her. Everything was getting crazy. Susan was kissing him back and stroking his head.
"Ummmmmmm," Susan cooed. "I think you want to have a little fun, too."
Susan leaned back on the couch. Her blonde head was almost touching Diane's thigh. Diane leaned over and kissed Susan on the mouth. Susan was undoing her own blouse, letting her shapely tits fall free.
"Come to Momma," Susan told Diane's husband. "I've seen you looking at my tits. I've always known you wanted them. Now come on and taste them. They taste good ... ask your wife."
For a moment it looked like Jim might hesitate, but then he was bending over. Diane saw his hungry mouth cover one of Susan's luscious nipples. Susan moaned as Jim drew the nipple deep into his throat. Diane leaned over and helped Susan stroke her husband's hair.
"It's all right, darling," Diane told him. "Enjoy yourself while I watch. I've always wanted to see something like this!"
Diane felt like she was there, and yet wasn't. She was watching them and feeling wicked about it. She reached one hand down and fondled Susan's free tit.
Her husband was making moaning noises as he feverishly licked Susan's creamy tits. He couldn't seem to get enough of sucking on her beautiful mounds. Diane could see Susan's nipples getting hard, and her tits were rising and falling very rapidly.
"Ummmmm, baby," Susan moaned. "You're making me hot, baby!"
Jim's hot tongue moved down Susan's trembling belly almost to her pussy. Susan quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her long legs. She spread her legs and showed Jim her naked bush.
"Oh, darling," Susan moaned. "Eat me. Eat my pussy just like I ate Diane's!"
Diane saw him hesitate again. She knew it was something he'd never really enjoyed before. He would kiss Diane's cunt, but nothing more than that. She didn't know what he would do. She held her breath until Jim finally put his face between Susan's legs.
"That's it!" Susan exclaimed. "Now eat my pussy, baby. Eat it up good!"
Jim's head began to move and Diane knew he was driving his tongue in and out of Susan's cunt. Diane could almost feel that tongue in her own snatch. She got down to the carpet and moved to the other side of the couch. She reached under Jim and she found his bulging crotch.
"Ummmm," Diane moaned. "He's hard for you, Susan!"
"Oh, yes," Susan said, "be hard for me. I like it when you're hard and ready."
Jim was really getting into eating her pussy. His head was moving up and down like he was a little boy with his face buried in a cold watermelon. Diane could hear him making slurping sounds as he swallowed Susan's juices.
"Oh Christ!" Susan cried. "This is making me fucking crazy!"
Jim was still trying to lick her pussy, but Susan smiled as she pushed Jim back up to the couch and bent over him. Her nimble fingers helped Diane to undress her husband. The two women revealed Jim's hard throbbing cock. It nearly jumped up in their faces. Susan bent her blonde head over his cock and began to lick the crimson tip. Jim groaned as her wet tongue moved over his hot aching prick. Susan raised her head and kissed Diane on the mouth, and Diane tasted her own husband's cum.
"Oh shit!" Jim gasped. "Oh Jesus, it feels good!"
Susan was back at his cock again. She opened her mouth wide and took the entire throbbing cock between her lips. She held it gingerly in her mouth for a few minutes before she spit it out.
"It's your turn," Susan told Diane.
Diane bent her head and kissed her husband's cock. It quivered as she took the purplish head into her mouth and began to stab her tongue at the tiny hole. Jim's hand stroked her head.
"My God, Diane," he groaned, "you're doing me a job. You're making me feel so good!"
Diane raised her head and it was Susan's turn again. Diane knew that they were driving her husband out of his mind. Already his cock was leaking thick drops of cum.
Susan began to lick down the side of his cock, licking away the escaped droplets of cum. Diane put her lips back against the bloated tip once again.
"Oh Christ!" Jim gasped. "I've got to fuck somebody. I've got to have some pussy!"
"Fuck him, Susan," Diane told her friend. She could feel a throbbing excitement at the thought of Susan fucking her husband. "Go ahead and fuck him. I want to see it!"
Susan smiled at her friend as she pushed Jim back and climbed up his body. Jim was trying to ram his cock into her cunt. He was so damn excited that he couldn't seem to get his body working right. Diane had never seen him so excited.
Diane reached between their two bodies and found Jim's cock. She held it gently and guided it to Susan's hot cunthole. It gave Diane a sense of wonder to put her husband's cock into her best friend's burning pussy.
"Oh yeah," Jim said. "That's what I want. I've got to have some good pussy!"
Jim rammed his stiff cock to the hilt into Susan's wet snatch. Susan screamed as her cunt took the full thrust of his cock.
"You're so big!" Susan exclaimed. "Oh God, your cock feels so fucking good!"
Diane had never thought of her husband's cock as big, but Susan seemed to be loving it. She began to bounce up and down on his stiff cock, and Diane could feel her own juices flowing. She put her hand between them and felt Jim's tense belly.
"You feel so good ... so fucking good!" Jim screamed.
Jim was trying to ram his cock deeper into her pussy, but he couldn't get the rhythm he wanted. He rolled Susan off the couch and ended up on top of her. He began to savagely slam his fat prick into her pussy.
"Bitch!" he gasped. "Cocksucking bitch!"
Diane was surprised by her husband's savage mood. She had never seen him like this before. He was slamming his stiff cock into Susan like he had never given it to her. Susan was fucking back at him with the same degree of violence.
"Oh God, yes!" Susan screamed. "Fuck me like that! Give it to me good!"
Susan's long legs locked around his back as he fucked her faster and harder. Diane could hear the noises his cock made as he thrust into her. It was really exciting her. She slipped one finger into her own pussy but found that she was too sore to play with. She jerked her finger back out again.
This wasn't going to be her night, but there would be plenty of other nights when she would close her eyes and remember the exciting fucking she was watching her husband give Susan.
"Oh Christ," Susan moaned. "You're going to make me fucking come. Oh Christ, baby! OH FUCK!"
Susan's ass was squirming hotly, and Diane could imagine the sweet pleasure that was shooting through the lush blonde's body.
Diane closed her eyes and remembered the sweet feelings Susan had given her just a few minutes before.
"Oh God," Susan moaned. "That was fine, baby ... so fine. Now you give me your cum! Shoot in me!"
Diane moved behind her husband and began to finger his balls. She felt him moving his ass faster. She had never done this before, but she dropped her head and began to lick his balls and the crack of his ass while he was fucking Susan. Diane couldn't help herself. She wanted to make her husband happy.
She found his little puckered asshole and began driving her tongue into it. She felt her husband jerking with savage pleasure. His cock was really ramming into Susan's hot cunt.
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Nobody's ever done that to me before. It makes me crazy. Shit, I'm going to shoot a ton of cum in your pussy. I'm going to fill Susan's pussy! Oh fuck, it feels so fucking good!"
Diane drove her tongue into her husband's asshole one last time and felt him quivering. She knew he was shooting her friend's pussy full of cum.
CHAPTER NINE
Diane was still in bed when she heard the doorbell. She was surprised because it was too early for anyone to come visiting. She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head in the hope that someone would go away. The doorbell kept ringing.
"Oh, goddamn it!" Diane exclaimed angrily.
Diane was awake enough to grab a robe as she started downstairs. She was in the mood to give someone a piece of her mind. The thought of her giving a piece of something made Diane giggle. It had been two weeks since she had been so brutally raped by the men in jail. Her pussy still felt a little tender. She had been letting her husband use his tongue on her.
But she was in the mood for a good fuck. Maybe she would call her husband and tell him to come home early that evening.
Diane opened the door. It took her a few minutes to recognize the tall young man who stood on her porch. She didn't recognize the other boy, but he was tall and dark and very good-looking. Diane felt a funny tingle in her belly just looking at him.
"Tim?" she questioned. "What on earth are you doing here at this time of the morning?"
"I just had to talk to you, Diane," he said.
Diane saw the look in the other boy's eyes and realized that Tim had evidently been talking about her.
"Can we come in, Diane?" Tim asked.
"I don't think so," Diane answered. "Not this morning. You can see that I've just gotten out of bed."
"That's all right," Tim said, brushing past her. "This is Bobby. He wanted to meet you."
Diane was a little angry at the way Tim had pushed his way into her house, but she really couldn't stay angry long. Especially not with the way Bobby kept looking at her. He really was a handsome young man, and he was looking at her as if he were hungry for everything she had. Again Diane felt that tingle.
"Would you like some coffee or something?" Diane asked.
"No coffee," Tim answered. "I guess you know what we came for. I've been telling Bobby about you."
"You're crazy," Diane said. She was a little taken by surprise at his direct approach. "What if my husband had been home?"
"He's not," Tim said. "We waited outside until we saw his car leave."
"You're still crazy," Diane said. "You can't just walk into my house and...."
Tim stopped her words by stepping forward and grabbing her roughly around the waist. He kissed her mouth, and she tasted his hungry tongue rubbing hers.
"You shouldn't!" she gasped, but he was kissing her again and making her feel a little giddy. She could see Bobby watching them, and he looked nervous.
Tim released her and she gasped for breath. She had forgotten how persistent Tim could be. To make things worse, he had been drinking. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She knew she'd never get Tim out of her house without creating a scene. She thought she might as well relax and enjoy it.
"All right," Diane said, "you've convinced me. Let's go upstairs."
It was Tim's turn to look a little nervous. "You mean both of us at the same time?"
"Sure. What did you expect?"
"I thought Bobby would wait his turn," Tim said.
"The hell with that," Diane said. "It's both of you or nothing. Now come upstairs!"
Diane walked boldly up the stairs. She heard whispered words between the two young men. They weren't quite prepared for an orgy. She wondered if she'd scared them off, but then she heard them coming after her.
Diane stretched out on her bed and unbuttoned the top of her robe to free her already aching tits. She saw Bobby's eyes widen as he looked at her beautiful tits.
"What's the matter, honey?" Diane asked. "Don't you like them?"
"I like them," Bobby answered.
"Then come on over here," Diane said. "I'm feeling kind of randy."
Bobby looked hesitant, but Tim laughed and pushed him toward the bed. The good-looking young man stretched out beside Diane. He gingerly took one of her tits into his hand. It was like he had never touched a woman's tit before.
"My God, baby," Diane moaned, "don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Bobby nodded his head. "I'm sorry."
Diane laughed. "Don't be sorry. It's wonderful. It's the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me!"
Diane took his other hand and pressed it to her feverish titty-flesh. Her nipples were already hard. She could feel an aching heat in her pussy. Goddamn, she was ready to fuck this beautiful young man's ass off!
"Come on and taste them," Diane said.
She pulled the young man's head down to her creamy tits. She saw Tim getting undressed. There was nothing shy about him. His cock was already hard and pulsating. She could see a little drop of pre-cum on the tip.
Tim stretched out on her other side. He began to stroke her thighs. She felt his fingers sliding under her nightgown to find her naked cunt.
"Ummmmm," Tim said, "I think you were ready for us today."
"Oh yes," Diane agreed.
Diane spread her legs apart as Tim's fingers began stroking her hungry pussy-lips. She felt Bobby's inexperienced mouth touching her nipples.
"Don't be gentle with them," Diane pleaded. "I like to have my tits sucked. I like it hard!"
Bobby licked both her hot nipples, and then he sucked her creamy titty-flesh into his mouth. He bit down on her tit gentle and ran his tongue over her nipple.
At the same moment, Tim drove two fingers into her hot cunt. She wasn't tender any more. His fingers made her moan with pleasure. He began moving them in and out of her cunt with a slow rhythm. She followed his slow motions with her ass.
"Oh yessss," she moaned. "I like it!" She pulled Bobby up to her face and kissed his mouth. She probed his mouth with her tongue. He had been drinking, too, but she could also sense his youth and inexperience. It made her tremble.
"You are something else," she told Bobby. "Don't be scared of me. Use me for your pleasure. I'm just a whore ... just a fucking whore to put your big cock into!"
He was looking at her in shock and surprise, but she could also tell that she was making him hot. His mouth went back to her aching titties once again. She felt him biting her nipples a little harder and pulling on her titty with his tongue.
"That's the way, baby," Diane moaned. "That's the way to treat this hot little whore!"
Bobby's tongue was wetter as he moved it down her belly. He was licking at her robe, and Diane thought that it was time to get rid of the damned thing. She lifted her ass and let Tim pull the clinging robe off her body. She heard Bobby's gasp as he looked down at her lush body.
"God, you're sexy!"
"That's right," Diane said. "I'm sexy and I'm all for you. I want you to use me!"
She could tell that Bobby didn't know what to think of her. She slid her hand down his side and found his swollen cock in his trousers. She squeezed it through the material and heard him groan. She found his zipper and pulled it down. She slid her hand inside and found his hard cock. He wasn't wearing any shorts and it was easy to pull his prick out of his trousers.
She closed her hand around his cock and heard him groan again. She began moving her hand up and down and felt his wet pre-cum spilling over her fingers, making them sticky.
"God, your cock feels so nice," Diane moaned. "So big and hard and sticky ... I love it! Let me suck it!"
She could sense Bobby's surprise as she tugged on his cock. But he wasn't going to hesitate any more. He was willing to let her do anything to him.
"Let me suck it," Diane moaned again.
"Let me feel your cock in my mouth. There's nothing I like better than a fat cock shooting cum in my mouth!"
The young man was really shocked by what the gorgeous housewife was trying to do to him. She pushed him onto his back and kneeled on the bed between his legs. She lowered her head and let her silky black hair brush against his stiff prick.
"Ummmmm," Diane said, "you're so big and hard. I like that!"
Diane pressed her lips against his swollen cocktip. At the same time she could feel Tim behind her. He was kissing her naked asscheeks. She felt him probe her asshole with his tongue.
Diane opened her mouth and took the head of Bobby's cock into her mouth. She sucked his thick, pulsating cock into the back of her throat. She felt Bobby's cock growing fatter as she held it in her mouth.
"Goddamn," Bobby moaned. "Tim told me I would get a piece of ass from you, but I never expected anything like this! Oh shit!"
Diane raised her head and began nibbling on the end of Bobby's red cock. She could feel more of Bobby's hot pre-cum smearing her lips. She drew her head back to let him see her licking his cum away from her full lips. She knew that would turn him on even more.
"This is what I like," Diane told him, grinning lewdly. "I like to taste cum in my mouth."
Her wet mouth moved down his cock once again. She took his prick deep into her throat and left it there. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the sweetness of his cock pulsating inside her mouth. She pulled her head back and licked around the swollen head. She tasted more of his thick cum.
"God," Bobby moaned, "you're setting me on fire!"
She drew back her head and kissed the swollen tip again. Then she took just the rubbery head into her mouth. She let her teeth scrape at the sensitive ridge. She felt Bobby's hands in her hair and knew he was losing control.
"Christ," he moaned, "that feels good!"
Diane could feel Tim's tongue moving down her asscheeks and starting to play in her dark pussy hair. He was pushing his face between her legs and taking her pussy-hair in his mouth. He was sucking hard at the silky strands, and she could feel her juices flowing into his mouth. She started shaking her ass at the erotic feelings he was giving her.
She again took the entire length of Bobby's hot dick into her mouth. This time he only allowed her mouth to come back up halfway.
She knew he was getting near the point of no return. She began bobbing her head up and down, her hot lips sliding up and down his swollen cock like a suction pump.
"Oh shit!" Bobby gasped. "I've never felt anything like this. It's so fucking fantastic!"
Diane's head bobbed faster and she felt more of his cock-cream leaking into her mouth. She started to swallow quickly as she felt his prick growing thicker and fatter.
"I'm going to come!" Bobby screamed. "I'm going to fucking come! Your mouth feels so good ... so hot and wet. I'm going to blow my wad!"
Diane pulled her head back, but only a little bit. She felt him shooting his cum into her mouth, and she began to swallow as quickly as she could. He had too much cum. She felt it dripping from the corners of her mouth. Still she kept sucking and she finally felt his cock give a little quivering motion before it stilled.
"Christ!" Bobby gasped. His prick started feeling limp and slipping from her mouth. She licked the tip until she had cleaned it up. She licked down the sides of his cock until she had licked up all the white jism that she had lost.
She was feeling quivery, and she felt Tim replacing his mouth with his stiff cock. She felt it pushing against her sensitive cunt from behind. She moaned and pushed her ass back against him. She felt his cock popping into her pussy-hole. Diane began to move her ass all around, and Tim couldn't stand it.
"Goddamn bitch!" Tim moaned. "Goddamn cock-eating bitch!"
Tim rammed his prick to the hilt in her steaming pussy. She gasped with delight as she felt his fat cock filling her so well. She began to squirm her ass against him. Tim pulled out, then slammed his fat cock into her again.
"I want you to fuck me!" she cried. "I feel so fucking hot ... I want you to give it to me as hard as you can!"
Tim withdrew his cock and began to make fast pumping motions with his hips. Just the tip of his cock was getting into her steaming slit. It was a strange feeling for Diane. His rubbery cockhead was rubbing her clit, sending delicious feelings throughout her body.
"You sweet bastard," she moaned, "fuck me! Stick it in all the way and fuck me!"
Tim finally did as she'd been begging him to. He started ramming his prick in and out of her hungry cunt. She closed her cuntwalls on his prick each time he thrust into her.
"I need it that way!" Diane cried. "I need it so bad!"
She didn't have any tenderness left from being gang-raped. His big cock gave her pleasure. She found herself fucking back against him as hard as she could. He was driving his cock into her in such a way that she could feel his cockhead still rubbing her clitty.
"That feels good!" she cried. "So good!"
Bobby was watching them with wide eyes, and Diane could see a stirring of life in his cock. She grinned at him, and he got off the bed and finished undressing. He looked so much like a little boy. Diane knew she was going to enjoy having his cock in her cunt as much as she'd enjoyed sucking him off.
"Oh, baby," Tim said. "Oh, you fucking sweet bitch! Your pussy feels good ... so fucking good!"
. Diane was intentionally holding off her come. She wanted to come with Bobby inside her. She could feel Tim's cock getting bigger and knew she wasn't going to have to hold off much longer.
"Shit, I'm going to come!" Tim screamed. "I'm going to shoot my fucking wad. OH SHIIIIIT!"
She kept moving her ass as she felt Tim ramming his cock deep into her. She felt his cum squirting into her aching pussy. She almost came at the first touch of his cum, but somehow she held back. She kept moving her ass until she felt Tim shudder and pull his cock from her cunt.
"Oh God, Bobby," Tim moaned. "You've got to try some of that. She's the fucking best!"
Bobby's cock was only half-hard, but Diane knew how to fix that. She quickly wheeled around and took Bobby's cock in her mouth again. She began to suck on it violently. She immediately felt the young boy's cock grow hard as a rock.
"Ummmmm," Diane cooed as she raised her head. "You've really got a weapon there!"
Diane sank back and spread her legs. She knew that both boys could see right into her pink-lipped cunt.
"Come on, Bobby," she moaned. "I need you so bad!"
It excited Diane to think that she was giving this young man his first piece of pussy. She spread her legs wider as he came after her. She felt his stiff cock pressing against her thighs. She reached down and grabbed his prick and guided it to the entrance to her cunt.
"There, baby," she said. "Right there ... put it in me. Fill me up with your cock!"
Bobby rammed forward as hard as he could. Diane gasped in surprise at the savage way he had rammed his cock into her. She let her head fall back and she closed her eyes. Bobby was an inexperienced cocksman, but he had lots of energy and was using it to ram his cock far into her cunt.
Diane lifted her long legs and locked them tightly around his strong back. She began to rock back and forward on his stiff cock. His prick felt delicious. She tried to pull his hard cock deeper into her squirming pussy.
"Fuck me hard," she groaned. "Fuck me really hard!"
She raised herself up and rubbed her shapely titties against his hard chest while he fucked her. Bobby was really getting into it. He had been a little nervous when he first started, but now she could feel the powerful muscles in his young body taking control.
He was ramming his cock violently into her dripping snatch. She felt bruised by his heavy balls, and that only excited her more. She found his mouth and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue against hers. She remembered the hot taste of his cock and how salty his jism had been when she had swallowed it.
It made her belly tremble with desire.
"You goddamn bastard!" she moaned. "You hot goddamn bastard, fuck me hard ... hard!"
Bobby was gasping as he pounded his stiff prick into her burning fuckhole. She could already feel his cock growing, and she knew he wouldn't be able to contain it much longer.
She closed her eyes and let her body give in to the delicious tingles.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "God, I'm going to come! Oh fuck, it feels so good! I'm coming!"
She nearly tore his cock off as her body jerked wildly through her orgasm. He was forced to slow down until the last wild tremble had shaken her body.
He felt her relax, and then he began thrusting his stiff cock back into her again. She could feel his thick cockhead getting deep into her cunt. She closed her legs tighter and tried to squeeze the cum out of his hard cock.
"Oh fuck!" Bobby cried. "I'm coming! I'm fucking shooting my wad!"
He rammed into her one last time, and she felt the hot spurt of his cum filling her. She began to thrust her ass up off the bed and felt her pussy draining his every fucking drop. In seconds she could feel his cock becoming limp. She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.
She was already deep in sleep when the young men got dressed and left.
CHAPTER TEN
"Don't worry, Jim," Diane told her husband. "There's nothing to be nervous about."
Diane could sense Jim's hesitation as they walked up the driveway to his boss's porch. Jim's boss was a tough middle-aged man who had little time for nonsense. He had invited Jim to his home to talk about a new idea of Jim's and how it would fit into the company. Jim had never been to the house before.
"It's going to be all right," Diane assured her husband."
"I wish I had your confidence," Jim said.
"I have confidence in you," Diane said.
Diane tugged her husband's hand. Their relationship had changed a lot in the weeks since Susan had fucked him. Jim had stopped drinking so much, and he was fucking Diane a lot more often. Diane was almost turning into a contented wife. Of course, Jim understood that she would never be completely satisfied by him. She was the kind of woman who needed other men, just as Jim needed other women.
They understood each other's needs better than they ever had before. They also understood that to continue living in high style, Jim needed to put his ideas over that evening.
Jim rang the doorbell. Diane was surprised when it wasn't opened by a maid but by the boss, himself. He was dressed in his shirtsleeves with the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Diane could see crinkly black hairs on his powerful-looking chest.
Diane had only seen Jim's boss, Adam, once, and she hadn't been all that impressed with him. He looked too much like an animal. He should have been a plumber, like Andy, or a football player. He didn't look like the sort of intelligent man who could run a company like the one Jim worked for.
Tonight she could see something different about him. He was relaxed, and she could see him looking her over like he liked what he saw. She felt a little weak-kneed. She knew she was going to have to watch herself with this man. He was impressing her a lot more than he had before.
"Come in," he said. "I've been grilling some steaks and fixing drinks. I hope you don't mind my cooking. I like to grill and it kind of cramps my style to have servants around. Come on in, I said."
He ushered them into his living room. Diane could see that it was decorated with taste. It was just the kind of place that a man would choose to live in. It looked clean and comfortable and kind of rugged.
"I hope you like your steaks a little rare," Adam said. "That's how I like to cook them."
"Rare is fine," Jim said.
They went out by the pool and Jim's boss made them both strong drinks. Jim took a couple of nervous gulps and his drink was gone. Adam immediately gave him another one. Diane had a feeling it was going to be one of those evenings when Jim couldn't drive home.
Diane sat down by the pool. It was a warm evening, and she was glad she had chosen to wear a simple cotton shift that barely covered her long legs. A couple of times she found Adam looking at her legs and licking his lips. She stretched and let her dress rise a little higher. It didn't hurt to give the boss a little peep show.
They had their dinner on a table near the pool and it was delicious. The man could cook. He could also mix drinks, and he had Jim a little less nervous before the meal was over. Diane took it easy on her drink. She noticed that Adam hardly touched his.
"Yes sir, boss," Jim was saying after the meal. "I think it's a great idea. It could change our shipping procedures altogether, and it would save us a bundle of money."
"Maybe," Adam said.
"Maybe nothing, boss," Jim insisted. "I tell you it's great!"
Jim kept up his arguments for half the evening, and all the time he kept sipping his drinks. It didn't take long for him to act like he was getting sleepy. It was Adam who suggested that Jim looked a little pale and that he should try the couch for a little while. Jim agreed. Diane felt her body trembling as her husband went into the living room. She knew that he would be sound asleep in just a few minutes.
"I guess he had a little too much to drink," Adam said, his eyes devouring Diane's lush body under her simple shift.
"I'm not some kind of whore," Diane said.
"What do you mean?" Adam asked.
"I mean I'm not going to play up to the boss just to make sure he accepts an idea of my husband's."
"I think your husband's idea is a good one," Adam said. "And that's got nothing to do with you and me."
Adam came over and sat down beside her. He was a good-looking man and there was a feeling about him that made her think he would be a very good fuck. She could see his shoulder muscles rippling as he stretched.
"I think it's time for a swim to cool off," he said.
"I didn't bring a swim suit," she protested. "Swim in your undies," he told her. "I promise you I won't peek."
"Liar!"
He laughed and stood up again. He stripped off his shirt. Diane caught her breath as she looked at the mass of dark hair on his chest. He had very powerful arms that looked like he could break a woman in half.
She was feeling that tingle in her pussy again.
He stripped off his trousers and was left in just his dark blue jockey shorts. She could see his huge prick filling the front of his shorts. He was big everywhere!
"Aren't you coming?" he asked.
He jumped into the water and swam a couple of lengths of the pool. She shrugged her shoulders and quickly slipped out of her cotton shift. She was wearing only her panties, and she could see his hungry eyes feasting on her shapely tits.
"You look nice," he said. "Come on in ... the water's fine."
She cut the water with a quick dive and came up gasping for breath. He was beside her in a few strokes. She felt his arms going around her waist.
"I thought we were just going to swim," she said.
"We'll swim," he told her, "but there are a lot of things that can be done in the water."
He kissed her mouth and pressed his lean body against hers. She felt weak in her knees again. She had to catch her breath as he released her.
"You feel good," he said. "I like a woman with something on top to rub against a man. I don't like those skinny fashion types. I like a woman with tits!"
This time he held her tightly and his tongue jabbed deep into her mouth. She felt his big hands moving down her back and cupping her asscheeks. She had no more control of her body. It didn't matter that her husband was sleeping just a few feet away.
She slipped her hand between them and sighed with pleasure as she felt his stiff dick. Her fingers traced the long line of his cock through his shorts. God, he had a big one! She put her hand inside his shorts and felt the hot prick. She pulled it out of his shorts and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.
"God, you're really big!" she said.
"Most of my women seemed to like it," he laughed.
He pulled down her panties. She let him pull them down her legs and she kicked them off. He went down on his knees. His head was below the water, but he was face to face with her dark pussy. She had never been eaten underwater before. She thought she would cream as soon as his warm mouth touched her.
"Oh Jesus!" she gasped. Her fingers played in his curly hair. "Jesus, that feels good!"
His mouth moved all over her pussy and then he came up for breath. He went down again, and this time she felt his wet tongue rubbing between her thighs. She parted her thighs a little wider and felt his mouth rubbing against her pussy-lips. Again he came up for breath.
"Christ, that makes me crazy!" she said. "Turn around," he said.
She turned and felt him pushing her forward. She took a few steps until she was at the shallow end of the pool. She leaned forward and spread her legs as he told her to do. She felt really wicked in such an obscene position. She was completely vulnerable to any kind of attack he wanted to make on here.
Again he chose his tongue. He licked at her asshole and her cunt until her pussy was dripping juice. She moaned as she felt his tongue working up her steaming slit. He began to lick her clitty and she could feel delicious shivers going through her. She started working her ass against his face, feeling his hot tongue getting even deeper inside her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You know how to do it. You know how to make me feel good!"
His hot tongue began working in and out of her pussy. She could hear him swallowing her juice. She felt his hands working up her body and cupping her tits. He cupped them gently, squeezing her luscious mounds with his fingers. She pressed her tits into his hands and felt him squeezing a little harder.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me crazy!"
He pulled his face away from her hungry cunt. He turned her around and kissed her mouth. She felt him pushing her back against the side of the pool. She felt his fat cock between her legs. She closed her thighs around his cock and began to rub herself against him.
She could feel his cock leaking on her thighs. She closed her eyes and wiggled in pleasure. There was nothing she liked better than a hard cock. She knew she was about to get fucked.
"Oh shit, baby!" he gasped. "Suck me, bitch. Give me something to really remember you by."
She nodded her head. He didn't have to force her onto her knees in front of him. She peeled his jockey shorts down his legs and revealed his huge fat prick. She moaned with pleasure as she stared at the massive head and the tiny cum-filled eye.
"Your cock is beautiful," she said.
Her dark hair surrounded his prick as she put her mouth to the fat tip. Her tongue stabbed at the tiny eye, and she got the strong flavor of his cum. It excited her and she opened her mouth wider. She took all of his rubbery cockhead into her mouth, still using her tongue to stab at the tiny hole.
"You goddamn bitch!" Adam said. "You sweet cocksucking bitch!"
Adam put his hands behind her head and pulled her face into his crotch. She felt the stiff length of his cock going far back into her throat. She controlled the impulse to gag and felt herself start to relax.
She allowed him to start thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. She had never thought she would allow a man to fuck her mouth, or that she would enjoy it so much. But lately she had been enjoying sucking cock almost as much as fucking.
She could feel her pussy burning as his fat prick moved into her throat. She could feel his cock pulsating faster and she began to make rapid bobbing movements with her head. She wasn't worried about him being able to fuck her pussy if he came in her mouth. She had the feeling that Adam was a real stud.
"Cocksucking bitch!" Adam groaned. "Your mouth feels so fucking good!"
Adam was driving his prick into her mouth as hard as he could. She felt his balls slamming against her chin, and his prick seemed to get so thick that it was almost choking her. Still, she kept sucking hard on his aroused cock.
"Jesus," he moaned, "I'm going to come. I'm shooting my fucking wad. Jesus ... oh fuck ... oh FUCK!"
He rammed his cock into her mouth and she felt his hot cum spurting. She started to swallow as quickly as she could, feeling the salty cum sliding down her tongue and into her throat. Still, she couldn't manage to swallow it all. She felt some of it leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping on her big tits.
"Baby," he moaned, "that was something!"
Adam reached down and pulled her to her feet. Before she could say anything, he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her out of the pool. He carried her past her drunken snoring husband in the living room and up the stairs. He took her into his bedroom.
He put her down on her back and covered her mouth with a kiss. She could already feel his big cock against her thigh, and it was already coming to life. She didn't mind that. Her pussy was a burning hole that needed to be filled. She reached down and grasped his stiff cock and started massaging it with her fingers.
She heard him groan and his cock grew as hard as a rock. He spread her legs and moved on top of her. His weight was crushing but she didn't mind. She could think of nothing but that huge red cock between her legs.
"Put it in me," she gasped. "Please fuck me ... I need it now!"
Adam moved forward slowly, and she gasped as she felt his fat prickhead splitting her cunt apart. She hunched up against him and felt the rest of his cock filling her hole. He had the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her. He moved it all the way into her and then pull ed out slowly. She lifted her legs and locked them around his broad back. She hunched against him again.
"I'm so horny!" she cried. "I don't think I can stand another minute."
He stabbed his cock into her deeply and began a slow pace of fucking. He seemed to know how to use his cock. It was better than his experienced tongue. He was touching every sensitive part of her wet cunt.
"I love that," she moaned. "I love your cock. I love you fucking me like that!"
Adam lost control and he began ramming his stiff cock into her hot pussy. He slammed it into her as hard as he could, and she could feel her body shuddering under each thrust. She had never been fucked so brutally before. She loved it!
Not even the rough men in jail could make her feel this way!
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Oh God, I love it. Give it to me!"
He rammed it into her faster and faster, and she could feel his cock growing fat. His pulsating warmth spread through her body. She could feel little sparks up and down her spine. God, she wished she'd let her husband's boss fuck her long ago.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned, "I'm coming! Oh Jesus, it feels good. Aggggh!"
She screamed again as the sweet pleasure flooded her. She tightened her legs and pushed her pussy as far down on his cock as she could manage. She flooded his cock with her pussyjuice and she could feel his prick sliding into her more easily. Adam was ramming faster and faster, and she could feel his fat prickhead bruising her. She wiggled her ass against him, her hot pussy sucking his cock even deeper into her hot cunthole.
"Bitch!" Adam gasped, "your pussy feels so fucking good! I'm coming ... I'm going to shoot! You bitch ... oh you fucking bitch!"
She tightened her legs as she felt the hot spurting of his thick cock-cum. His cum filled her and dripped out of her cunt and wet her thighs. She loved it.
"Oh God," she said. "Won't you do that again, baby?"
"We'd better wake your husband up," Adam said. "But don't worry ... I'm sure we'll find other times."
Diane smiled smugly. She knew there would be other times, and not with her husband's boss. There would be plenty of men who would jump at her hot cunt, and she was going to give them all the chance.
Diane Rutherford had found out that she was made for fucking.
