Archive Note: The profusion of misspelled words found in the following text are exactly as found in the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
Carla Simpson didn't answer but only listened to the click on the other end of the line. Oh, why, she thought. Nothing ever seems to turn out right! Day and night her husband Michael was away from her, working and slaving twelve to eighteen hours a day. For the last year he seemed to pay no attention to her, only his job. He sould have married the finance company, she thought.
She walked to the closet, slid open the door, and began selecting clothes for him to take. I shoudn't think that, she considered. Michael is working so hard so that we can have a better future. She felt a pang of guilt for being mad at her husband. After all, his last promotion had meant another four thousand dollars a year and he seemed so enthusiastic about the Palm Beach meeting. Perhaps she was wrong in being so quick to judge him? His neglect in the be room was only from exhaustion, and exhaustion she thought was the result of his loving her. But it had been months ... three months since he had even touched her!
Carla stood before the mirror, robe falling from her shoulders. Her hands cupped her breasts while she examined them carefully in the glass. There are no signs, she thought. Age hasn't come for me yet. For a moment she took a quick inventory of the rest of her body and decided that it was as good as it had ever been, then turned to continue the packing.
At five o'clock the front door opened. "Honey, are you dressed? Ted's with me."
Oh, no! she thought. She had hoped for at least a few minutes alone with her husband before he had to leave. Opening the bedroom door, she could see her husband mixing a fast martini behind the bar in the den. She glanced at the back of the six foot, handsome man standing in the center of the room, Ted Horton.
"Hello, Ted," she said.
He turned to look at her, greeting her with a large grin as he always did. She smiled back at the soft, gray eyes that always seemed to penetrate her when they looked in her direction. Carla admired him for a quick second. She always marveled at how well he looked. God, he was handsome.
She walked past him and met Michael halfway across the room. He gave her a drink and handed one to Ted, neglecting to kiss her on the cheek as he had done for the first three years of their marriage. But had sadly neglected doing it lately. For some reason he hadn't had the inclination to give her that little kiss of reassurance that she needed so badly each time he came home in the evening. "To Palm Beach and a quick trip home," Ted proposed and the trio drank to the toast. Carla downed her martini in one unusually quick gulp, the disappointment readily apparent in her face.
"Hey, that is not like you at all," Ted smiled to her and gestered playfully with his finger.
And Michael didn't even notice, she thought rather bitterly, "It was too good to waste by letting it warm," she smiled grimly back at Ted hot even looking at her husband. "Besides, I have to celebrate my husband's promotion all alone tonight, so I may as well get started early."
"That's almost right," Ted said, and turned to Michael with a twinkle in his eye. "Shall I tell her?"
Ted nodded slightly as he drank. "Your traveling husband and I talked it over in the car and decided that you shouldn't miss a party just because your old man is out of town."
Ted's smile never faded as he talked. "Lucee and I will take you to the club without him. The table has already been reserved and everything has been especially ordered. Besides, I'm strill not too old to squire two women at once, if it's only for one night."
"Oh, Ted, I don't know," she started, but he interrupted.
"Don't be ridiculous. I've already talked to Lucee. She's been spending the last three hours getting ready for this. She doesn't mind sharing me for part of one evening. So you can't say no," he said, taking her hand warmly.
"In that case, Mr. Horton, I simply cannot refuse," she said dramatically. "What time will you call, sir?"
"At eight sharp. Can you be ready, Madam?"
"Of course," she answered.
Michael broke in, "Enough is enough for both of you lovers. I've got a jet to catch. Come on, Ted, let's get a move on."
Carla walked her husband to the door and kissed him goodbye, feeling his impatience to leave as he drew away from her. She watched him walk to the car and stood in the doorway, her arms hanging limply at her side.
"See you at eight," Ted shouted.
She nodded and smiled, watching the white convertible back from the driveway onto the street and roar off toward the corner and the airport. Goodnight, Michael, she thought, and turned back into the house, closing the door behind her, not wanting the fresh air to touch the single tear that had dropped to her cheek.
* * *
Two hours later Ted and Lucee Horton shared a small pitcher of martinis in their bedroom as he dressed. Lucee sat on the bed, propped up against the headboard with a large pillow behind her. At thirty-six she looked every bit as good as the younger Carla, but her own self criticism and fear of growing older blinded her to the fact. Her black hair was cut in the latest style. She wore a skirt that revealed a year round tan on her full, sensual thighs and nearly every man she came into contact with looked at her with more than just idle curiosity. She was a beautiful woman, but no man could take advantage of her and she knew it. It was usually the other way around.
"It's working out better than we thought," she said. "Do you think she's ready?"
"Ripe for fucking," he said, smiling at his pun.
"You are too, too funny," she told him. "I hope you're right, though."
"Have I ever been wrong about a woman before?" he said, not waiting for an answer. "You should have seen the look on her face when we drove. Carla is the loving wife all right, but she has been so neglected by Michael that there will be no trouble at all. And even if there is, I can change her mind. With what I know about Michael, I could convince her of anything. No, honey, getting her hot, little body between the sheets will be no trouble at all."
"No, I suppose not, darling, not with that fatal charm of yours," his wife answered with a slight tone of sarcasm.
"But don't forget your part of the plan," he said, ignoring her jibe. "Michael probably won't be that easy."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Ted. With the right circumstance he'll probably be as easy as you are," she said with a coquettish smile. "I can show him one helluva lot more than that pretty little wife of his and I'll bet he knows it. You saw how attentive he was the last time they were here. If you hadn't said no, I would have taken him to bed right then."
"You are jealous, aren't you?"
"Jealous?"
"A little, perhaps, but I always am, for a moment at least. But that doesn't last longer than it takes me to screw the piss out of your friends."
"You had better hurry," she said, looking at her drink.
Ted finished adjusting his tie and brushed back the gray at his temples with his hands. "I'm ready, with time to spare, I wonder how she's going to react when I tell her you have a headache? And," he added as an afterthought, "Wherever you go tonight, stay on the other side of town, away from the club. If she saw you it might ruin everything."
"I don't think it will but I'll stay away from your little precious game. I should find entertainment somewhere tonight, like maybe at Hammore's club. There's always more than enough excitement there."
"Well, don't let your excitement stay too long if you bring him home. I'll be back before three," he said as he left the room.
* * *
Carla Simpson had been ready for twenty minutes when she heard Ted Horton rap at the door. She gulped the last of her martini, the fourth since Ted and her husband left, and walked rather unsteadily to the door.
Ted entered and walked her to the living room where her mink stole lay haphazardly across the back of the chair. She told him she would fix a drink but wouldn't have on herself. He refused and picked up the mink.
As they walked out the door he told her that his wife, Lucee, had a terrible migraine and wouldn't be with them. Carla thought it was strange that Lucee sould get a headache on a night like this, especially after spending all afternoon getting ready. Nothing seems to be happening right today, she thought with a slightly audible sigh. Well, I hope nothing else goes wrong.
"Well, Ted," she said with a forced smile. "We may as well enjoy our evening alone. Two stood up people have to do the best they can."
He smiled at her as he closed the door of the convertible, then walked to the other side. Once seated he turned over the big engine and pulled away from the curb. Carla usually paid attention when Ted drove. She thought he was still a teenager at heart, the way he sped through residential areas, not to mention the ninety mile an hour rides on the freeways, but tonight she didn't care how he drove. Her thoughts were centered around Michael and her marriage. Confused and hurt, she had no idea how to recapture her husband from his work. Carla decided that she didn't care about the money, about the big promotions, the house, anything. She wanted her husband back. He had been a stranger too long, she thought almost desperately, I must find a way to get him back!
Was it possible that she was losing, or perhaps, had already lost her sex appeal? Her mind searched every avenue trying to discover the real cause for her husband's neglect. Her ears were deaf to Ted's continuous flow of words as they drove along the freeway at his usual ninety miles an hour. Carla was oblivious to the traffic and the danger. Her mind was already fogged by too mnay martinis ... maybe she could make Michael jealous? Then he would pay attention to her! He would have to. It certainly wouldn't be hard. He wouldn't have to do anything. She could be secretive about her night out with Ted when Michael asked her how the party went. There could be no harm in that. Ted was a good friend, afterall....
Carla smiled and sat a little straighter, adjusting an imaginary out of place hair on her head ... Ted wouldn't mind being used ... especially if he didn't know about it!
She had never even flirted with the idea of being unfaithful to her husband. Their marriage had always been satisfactory enough, up until the last three months. More than a few men had asked her out, knowing she was married. Always flattered, but never unfaithful, She had always turned them down ... is it a good idea, she wondered turning her attention to Ted Horton. Her eyes searched the lines of his profile looking for discrepencies, but could find none. I wonder she thought, how he is to Lucee in bed. "Oh," she said out loud, amazed that she could have had such a lewd thought. Never in her life had she any ideas relating to other people's sex life! It had always been a private thing, not to be discussed or even thought of.
"I-I forgot my compact. I remember now, I left it on the dresser." She was embarrassed to talk with him after picturing him in bed with Lucee, but she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. She even wondered how he might be with her, how he might please her. She fought to purge the images from the back of her head, but they persisted, until suddenly, she hiccupped from the embarrassment.
Ted laughed. "How many of those martini's did you drink after we left?" he asked. "More than your share, I'll bet. Do you feel like going on?"
Not wanting to spoil the evening for Ted, too, she said, "Of course, I want to go! These silly things will go away. All I have to do is hold my breath...." She took in a breath of air, raising her large firm breasts higher, straining against her dress. For nearly a minute she imprisoned the air in her lungs, while her face reddened under her light make-up. " ... Like that," she said, exhaling, "and they'll be gone. See! Hiccup!"
They both laughed at her failure to rid herself of the slight discomfort. "Try putting your head between your knees and holding your breath again," Ted said. "That works when nothing else does."
So eager to rid herself of hiccups and equally as eager for some unknown reason to Please Ted, she did as he said. She pulled her skirt higher up her legs until without her realizing it, it exposed the soft smooth flesh of her upper thighs.
Ted could hardly keep his eyes on the road while he watched her put her head down between her open knees and inhale another large, deep breath. Her long tanned thighs invited him to touch them and it was all he could do to restrain himself and keep his hands on the wheel.
Carla kept her head between her knees a little longer than necessary. Alcohol and her sudden wicked thoughts of what Ted would be like in bed gave her the bravado of a little daring that she had never experienced before. She enjoyed having Ted look at her legs as she knew he was doing it but it couldn't hurt anything, and besides, she half giggled to herself, she was titillated by the cool air from the vents blowing around her opened thighs. She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head up and exhaled. "I think they're gone," she said, waiting a moment to be sure. She purposely left her skirt high on her thighs. She enjoyed the cool air. She wasn't ashamed of feeling slightly excited, if only in thought. Why Not? It can't hurt anything afterall....
"Here, have a little of this," Ted said, pulling a flask from the glove compartement. "Martinis from the flask, ready to drink. I always mix some before I go out. It save not only time, but a little money if I'm half-lit before I get to wherever I'm going."
Carla started to refuse, but changed her mind. Sb what if I'm drunk! she thought. One or two more won't hurt. I'm not a child. I can hold my liquor as well as anyone. She took the leather covered flask and put it to her lips, taking a full swallow, and strained not to start coughing. It tasted strange for a martini, but she didn't dwell on it. She had no idea that Ted had fixed the bottle with something extra before coming, to pick her up. He was well versed in aphrodisiacs. He had put just enouth in so that they would not be affected too strongly. Only enough to be suggestive ... He would let the liquor and her disappointment with her husband do the rest.
He pulled into the club's entranceway, stopped and walked around the car to open the door for her.
"Whoops," she said giggling as she got out of the car and nearly stumbled. "I've had too much to drink already, naughty me!"
"Silly girl, you're just not used to the night air," he said, the smile still spread across his face.
Brace yourself, Carla thought as they neared the door, but somehow she didn't feel as nervous about going to a topless show as she had before. The five martinis had relaxed her nervous code of ethics until she saw the billboard in front of the club. She had gasped when she first saw the sign, trying to cover her shock. For a moment she stood still, halting Ted on his walk to the door. Oh no, she thought. I can't ... but ... I'm a grown married woman now. I can take this. She giggled again, trying to suppress her strict morality and walked through the doorway, followed by Ted, who tipped the doorman his usual exaggerated tip. She felt her sobriety weaken as she entered the club. Strobe lights beat a weird rhythm to the music. For a brief moment she focused her eyes to the strange light and discovered that she was having trouble walking with the lights beating at her eyes in the off and on strange patterns. She glanced at the stage, to see six overlarge breasts bouncing to the wild music. Quickly she lowered her eyes to the floor to watch her feet follow Ted and the Maitre d' to their table.
"Everything okay?" he asked her, knowing all the while she was shocked. But, she shook her head bravely and he ordered cocktails from the waiter, her moving head only further confusing her senses.
The strobe lights beat a strange and haunting rhythm on her brain and body. The potion in the flask had taken effect, but she refused to recognize it at first. She watched the dancer until she heard Ted's voice at her ear.
"Where are you, Carla? You look miles away!"
"Oh, no, Ted," she quickly apologized. "It's just that I've never seen anything like this before! I wonder how those girls must feel up there with nothing covering them, dancing hour after hour. They must be awfully bored."
"Probably no more bored than you."
"Ted, no, I'm having a wonderful time," she apologized again. "If I'm a little silent it's just the liquor. Really, you could never bore me."
"That's not really what I'm talking about," he said.
"I don't understand."
"I mean Michael. I know it's probably none of my business, but I've noticed that he doesn't pay any attention to you any more. I wasn't surprised at all that you had been drinking when I picked you up tonight. I've been hitting the bottle pretty hard lately myself because of Lucee. So I know how you feel, Carla."
She listened to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. He had moved closer so that she could hear him over the pounding music. She suddenly felt very close to this man. They were sharing an experience and she felt a kinship that only a shared loneliness can bring.
"I didn't know, Ted. I thought you and Lucee were happy. I've never noticed anything that would make anyone suspect you were having problems too."
"Oh, we're good actors, Carla. Ilt's been almost three years since we've really gotten along. We haven't even been to be together in the last year. I sleep out in the guest room."
Carla was shocked. "I had no idea! Here I've been brooding about my life and I'm in heaven compared to you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately.
Ted smiled under the flashing strobes. It was going even easier than he thought. "Is it all right to ask what is wrong between you and Michael?" he said.
"I'd tell you if I knew," she said. "But there seems to be no answer. I've thought it was his work, but even on the weekends he is too busy for me. I guess I'm just losing my sex appeal. I'm old before my time."
"Bull," he said. "There isn't a man in this room who wouldn't want to take you to bed right now!"
"Ted, you're so sweet."
Yeah, I'm sweet, he thought. "Let's dance. The music is slower for a minute or two. They've got to give those dancers a break sometime."
They joined the throng that headed for the dance floor. There were always more people dancing when the music slowed. Carla swung into Ted's arms and felt them close protectively around her. The drug's effect was at its full power as their bodies met and started to dance to the slow rhythm. The drum and bass beat in time with Carla's heart as she followed Ted Horton slowly around the floor. Her breasts were straining through her dress against him.
She wore no bra and the taut nipples nearly pierced the thin, sheer material. Michael had never let her wear a bra, saying that it weakened her pectoral muscles. He was right, she thought, as she felt her breasts crushed harder against Ted's strong body. She could feel his leg slip between hers as they danced. A light dampness eased its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her vulva, giving her warning. She had never felt like this just from dancing. There seemed to be no explanation for the fire that was building inside her. She tried to pull away from Ted. Making Michael jealous was a good plan, but she didn't want to go too far!
However, Ted had other plans. He knew the potion was affecting Carla as it was affecting him. Instead of allowing her to move away he tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her tighter. Even though afraid, she felt comfort in his arms and her body clung involuntarily to him as though she suddenly had no control over it.
She closed her eyes, trying to put the flashing strobes out of range, but their intense light shone through her eyelids and seemed to beat harder into her mind. The tempo of the music had increased yet the pair held close to each other, still dancing with their bodies almost as one. The young wife's mind was playing sexual fantasies deep within her. Her body was responding. She could feel her breasts heaving against Ted, with only the thin veneer of light summer clothing between his chest and her taut nipples. The music, liquor and aphrodisiac had become too much for her.
She opened her eyes, seeing a single topless dancer undulating on the stage. She began to dance the same patterns as the dancing girl as she pushed away from Ted Hurton.
Soul music. Carla thought. I can feel it! I can feel it! She jerked her body in rhythm, throwing her arms feeling her breasts bounce beneath the sheer white dress. She was perspiring, aware only of the hot flashes of abandonment coursing through her body. As she danced, she watched the single girl on the stage. Instead of being embarrassed, as perhaps she normally would have been, she was intent on becoming that girl.
The dancer's bare breasts moved with halting grace under the influence of the rotating lights. Carla's imagination transported her-to the stage, dancing half-nude in front of more than two hundred people, throwing her arms in the controlled sensual movements of a professional nude dancer. Her hips jerked to the beat, perfectly in tune with her bouncing breasts. She felt free, alive. She was in a sexual world of her own, but wanting, needing a man. Suddenly the dancer on the stage let her bikini bottom fall to the floor, exposing the thin, open slit of her pussy.
Carla felt no shock at the sudden display. Instead she remained dancing, now nude in her own mind. To her, reality was not on the dance floor, but on the stage. She was that girl! She was totally naked before the crowd. Her loins were on fire and she was a woman! She was a woman! Carla looked at Ted, dancing three feet from her, imitating the erotic movements of the dance. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. She began dancing for him, not aware of who he was. His image was fogged before her. This, for the moment, was her man and she was his woman!
The fire between her legs grew as she threw up her arms and tossed her head from side to side in a dance that imitated the sexual act. Her hips thrust forward again and again and Ted responded by moving closer, grinding his pelvis at her as though he were taking her tight there on the dance floor. Their bodies were inches from each other. One of Ted's legs was between hers as they danced, rubbing against her exposed thigh. Her miniskirt was hiked high on her legs as she bent backward and forward in the most primeval motions of dance.
She watched Ted's hand come slowly toward her, urging her to come closer. The hand found her waist and drew her closer until their bodies touched at their loins. Carla could feel his penis hard beneath his trousers, straining at her. She ground her hips against him. Her mouth was opening, breathing heavily, spurred salaciously on by the growing fire inside her as the lights flashed in brilliant colors on her half-open lids. She put her hand on the back of his neck, leaning backward, pushing her inflamed crotch against his straining cock. She stared at him, her eyes searching for his identity. Each beat of the drum pounded at her, exciting her further. She could feel their bodies touching, touching. She imagined them to be on a bed, ready for each other, ready for the final thrust that would connect their flesh together....
Ted pulled her closer, then suddenly kissed her, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.
Oh my God, she thought. What is happening!
The shock of the sudden kiss had awakened her from the wild, sexual stupor. She wanted the kiss, but knew it was wrong. They mustn't. "No, Ted...." she tried to say, struggling away from him. She was frightened, knowing that he still excited her, that she wanted him. But she had gone too far. She must stop. She turned and walked quickly but unsteadily from the dance floor toward the door, bumping into people as she left. Ted followed her to the outside, picking up her mink on his way out.
Mortally ashamed of herself, Carla Simpson whimpered quietly as the convertible sped along the freeway. Now I've ruined out friendship, she thought bitterly. How could I have led him so far? I only wanted to make Michael jealous and now I'll hurt Ted. How selfish could I have been to have thought I could use him like that? So deep in her self accusation, Carla failed to notice the bright lights of the exit turnoff. Ted had driven off the freeway far from either of their homes. He knew exactly where he was going. The girl, far on the other side of the car, paid no attention to him, but he didn't care at that moment. He knew the liquor and the aphrodisiac were still powerful enough to turn her on again if he played it carefully. Her seduction was assured. The plan was working perfectly and with no possibility of flaws.
Carla watched the lights of the city grow smaller as they drove up the hill. Carla's senses still fogged. Each impression that she received through her eyes was a singular, momentary one, giving her time to analyze each light, each sense. She felt as if she had been smoking the marijuana that she and Michael had tried once at a wild party. The drug had scared her and she had never attempted to try it again. Her mind slowly drifted to peace as she watched the beautiful city unfold below her. It spread for miles in lines of brilliant lights. She felt completely alone until the car pulled into a secluded parking spot at the topmost viewpoint of the drive.
"I thought you'd like the view." Ted Horton said as he got out of the car. He walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from the interior of the automobile. "It's too beautiful a place to pass without stopping on a clear night like this. Besides, it should clear both our heads a little," he said with a reassuring laugh.
Carla said nothing as she followed him toward the edge of the cliff. They watched in silence for a minute. She was awed by the creations of electrical engineers that had illuminated one of the loveliest cities in the world with bulbs of every size, shape, and color, giving it an almost supernatural glow. It seemed perfectly natural to her that Ted should put his arms around her waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the spectacle below. They still were friends, she thought, and she felt strangely at home in his arms.
For a moment the guilt returned. But I'm not using him now, she thought, desperately trying to convince herself that the lewd sensations flickering through her body meant nothing. We're friends! That's all, just friends! The rationalizing thought kept pounding through her mind, and then was gone as Ted Horton slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness of her quivering breasts. He cupped their firmness with his large palms and fingers, prodding at them as they stood quivering straight out from her heaving chest. He could feel the taut nipples pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of the light dress. The cool air and events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been dancing half an hour before at the discotheque and his expert ministrations urged them on.
Carla's head lolled back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her soft, resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwinning their fingers. "Ooooh, Ted," she murmured softly, her body shifting with the movements of his hands. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the hands manipulating her flesh into the white hot heat of desire! Cupping her hands over his at her breasts, she started to turn, but Ted took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length and looked at each. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong, nothing! A rock hard bulge in his trousers twitched involuntarily against her smooth, flat belly. Carla could feel the dampness between her legs renewed as her suddenly salacious thoughts envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her.
There was no turning back now. It was good, so good! And almost eagerly she let Ted draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently. Her lips were pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgles from deep in her throat. The drug had made his touch seem god-like as they stood motionless. Ted Horton pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready but she surprised him by how ready she was.
"Oh, Ted," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Do it to me, Ted!"
Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the fears that plagued every young wife ... she was afraid of being alone, afraid of being unloved and her words came as a surprise to her too, but she did not try to take them back. She had said them and she somehow, through the honesty of her alcohol and drug-dimmed mind, knew she wanted him. The drug had taken complete control of her mind and body and nothing else mattered! He smiled triumphantly to himself and thought for a moment to take her right where they stood, but held himself back and led her trance-like to the open car door. He had not released his hold on her. His hand fondled her one breast as the other hand reached for a lever on the back of one seat, releasing a catch that held it upright.
Carla Simpson smiled to herself dazedly as she watched the seat descend to a reclining position, then bent and entered the car. She released the other catch herself and rolled onto her back on the seat as it fell gently back. She lay back trembling on the car seat, her legs slightly parted and waiting to be taken. And, in spite of her desire, she was slightly afraid. It was all so new to her! For all practical purposes she felt like a virgin. No man had ever touched her except her husband, but now he seemed like only a dream. Everything was so unreal. Each movement of arms and legs and bodies as the couple came together in a fiery embrace, was slow motion, preplanned, unhindered by inhibition. Then she felt his legs tangled in hers, pressing hard against her thighs. He kissed her neck. His moist tongue pursued a course under her throat and down her chest to the valley between her breasts. She reveled in his touch. No man had touched her in the last three months. No lips had tried to caress her breasts as these were doing. She felt him slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pull the top lower until suddenly her quivering, erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and tantalized!
"Ooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good!"
She spread her thighs farther so that she could feel the fullness of his strong thighs pressing against the wetness between her legs.
Carla responded to the grasp on her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbing penis. She voluntarily stroked the massive muscle that was trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed softly at first, then harder, exciting her partner, For a moment she stopped as he half rose and stripped her dress from her body.
Ted halted long enough to look down in the dim moonlight at the sleek, sensuous curves that lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the darkened patch of soft pubic hair beneath the white silk bikini panties she wore. He tugged at them and she lifted her hips to help him remove them.
While Ted hurriedly undressed himself she lay hypnotically back, watching, waiting for the moment she would see his straining cock spring free from his shorts. It was as large as any she had imagined! Even when she had been stroking it she had not thought it would be as large as this. Michael was nothing compared to the giant of a man that kneeled on the car seat beside her and a shiver of lewd anticipation rippled through her again as she thought of its thickness grinding around deep up inside her belly!
He knelt above her trembling form, his breath coming in quick, excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, raving the softness of her naked flesh with warm, wet kisses. His cock pressed hard against the outside of her thigh. Its heat searing into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to change his position, but he was the leader. They would make love as he wanted, when he wanted ... he ran his hand quickly down her sides and across the soft, silken mound at the base of her belly. She could feel the fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her pubic hair, then finding the smooth, fleshy slit between her legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her swollen clit.
"oh, oh, oh," she gasped. "Oooooohhh...!"
It had been so long and now, forbidden, she was going to be taken by another man, by her husband's best friend! She lifted her hips to meet his finger and increase the pressure.
"Put it in," she begged. "Please put it in!"
Ted Horton responded by swiftly slipping his finger into her open vagina. He pushed deeeply.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around inside her in large circles, caressing the smooth, fleshy walls of her cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before.
"Ooooooh, god, Ted," she groaned through her tightly pressed lips. Then he slipped another finger into the open passage.
"How do you like that?" he asked. "Oh, yes, please, more," she sighed, sucking i: her breath from the excruciating pleasure he was bringing her. He moved his fingers back and forth inside her like a small child walking with his fingers. Carla closed her eyes and pumped her loins upward again and again. Her pussy was tight from so little use, but it seemed to flower open farther and farther as his probing fingers excited her to greater and greater heights, seeming to remove all the ugly frustration of the last few months.
"Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take me now, Ted! please-! I can't stand it any more!"
Carla's cries excited him even further. He was no longer in complete control. His friend, Michael's wife, underneath him was all that he expected and more! Her desires were so hot, so urgent, that he was compelled by his own impatience to meet them.
"Yes, now," he said and guided his massive cock up between her widespread legs and agaisnt the small, tight opening of her cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the soft, hair-lined lips and feeling the wet, raw flesh beneath it open wider.
He lowered himself upon her. "Ooooooooooh, Ooooooooooh!" she cried as she felt the hot, huge head slip wetly inside her, worming slowly into her yearning passage and filling her with all the hardened flesh she could stand. Carla's lust-incited sense completely controlled her as her husband's best friend thrust his cock deeper and deeper up into her heaving belly. She thrashed her head from side to side. "Oh, more, more!" she cried aloud, kicking her legs open wider to take him as deep as she could.
Ted was surprised at her fury and her lust-abandoned moans excited him further. He stopped for a moment, his great prick sunk inside her to the hilt, his balls brushing lightly against the soft, rounded moons of her ass. She thrashed her head from side to side, her mouth open, tears of wild, erotic pleasure in her eyes. She was full, complete! She was a woman!
The blood-filled muscle inside her began to stroke slowly in and out between her legs, a few inches at first. Out for an inch or two, then slipping wetly back inside again as Ted took control of himself. He wanted this to last; he wanted Michael's wife to remember this so she'd have no bitches later. Carla groaned as she felt the movement caressing the smooth, wet walls of her pussy. She lifted her knees higher and braced the bottom of her feet against the roof of the car. Her buttocks strained up off the seat, her throbbing vagina reaching hungrily up for the white hot rod of flesh as it began to increase its pitch. In perfect control, Ted guided his straining cock with hard, merciless precision, lengthening each stroke a fraction of an inch more with each grinding thrust.
Michael's wife groaning beneath him, settled into the rhythm, meeting his driving pelvis with her cum, her wet, contracting cunt tormented beyond her wildest dreams. Her insides were about to burst!
With each stroke the brilliant strobe-like flashes in her mind intensified. She thrust upward, harder and harder, trying to fill herself completely with him. Never had such a great cock fucked her, never had she known such excitement. She dug her nails into his buttocks. Her lover's hands grasped at her flesh, nearly pulling it from her. The pain of his strong grip heightened her pleasure. Every measured inch of her body was on fire with dancing electric shocks snaking their way at the speed of light through her body, throwing her into a nether world, beyond the reality of the world outside, concentrating her entire being on the fucking she was getting. Carla's buttocks begain to tighten spastically. The muscles grasped at the cock driving into her and flexed desperately around it. Her anus puckered again and again, and she tried to hold back for a moment longer, making the seconds last. Even in her wild, untamed fury everything was slow motion. Each second seemed like a minute. The muscles in her belly responded to the call of her clasping buttocks and warning anus. The time was coming!
Then, a great wave welled up inside her. The first convulsion was slow in coming. It started lazily, far down in the depths of her quivering belly and rolled downward like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding pelvis at her opening, crashing against her just as Ted's pelvic bone crushed into her.
The next came faster, snapping like a whip. She screamed, "Aaarrrggghhhh! Now! God, I'm cum m m i n g n o w, oh, oh, I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnng! Aaarrgghh!! Ooooohhhh!!!
Carla jerked up as her entire being seemed to snap. Again and again the waves of orgasm crashed against the cliffs of her soul as she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and more.
Her flowing juices halfway through her climax brought Ted to his end. He rose up, throwing his head in circles to the side. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!" he roared like an animal about to attack. The pressure in his balls burst as the hot fluids erupted out through his straining tubes and spurted from his reddened cock deep into her open cunt.
She was still cumming when she felt his juices hotly filling her belly, adding more wood to the fire. "Oh. OOOOOooh, perfect, Oooooh!" she cried out, her head rolling helplessly from side to side on the squeaking car seat.
Completely spent, Ted fell on top of her. She was crushed by his weight. Her eyes wer closed, but her attention was still focused on the furnace within her. They had finished, her legs dropping limply to her sides. The moment of remembrance, of savoring the entire act now occupied her. She lay still, thinking of the pleasure she had experienced. Ted breathed heavily by her ear. But, also with the end of the climax had come the end of the aphrodisiac's effect and Carla's dazed mind began to focus on what she had done. It felt so good, yet it was so wrong, she thought through the rising guilt. Oh God, what am I going to do? I can't tell Michael, yet I don't know what to say to Ted. It was my fault, she thought, unaware that she had been dragged, it was my fault!
"Let's go," Ted said as he lifted himself from between her thighs. He handed her the white panties, still moist with the fluids of her earlier excitement and she said nothing as she dressed in the car. Small tears began to fill her eyes. She didn't want to hurt this man. He was so kind and yet the guilt and shame of her betrayal of her husband lay heavily within her....
"Wake up," Ted told her. He was unaware that Carla only feigned sleep. Wake up, Carla."
She turned and shook her head as if to thrust the sleep from her foggy mind. Rather than talk, she had pretended to pass out. It saved unnecessary talking and had given her the time she needed to think.
"I'm awake, Ted," she said. "I'm so tired ... "
"You're not going to say no to me now, are you?" he said.
"Ted, please, no more...." Get a hold on yourself, she thought, as tears started to fill her weary eyes again. How am I going to do anything if I fall apart? This is ridiculous. I'm here with a man who has screwed me in his hopped up automobile, a man who is supposed to be my husband's best friend, and now I've used him, and he is going to think it represents something more. Why must I have these problems! What is becoming of me? Am I so rotten as to hurt Ted as well as Michael? Her hair was tangled, and she tried to straighten it. The image reflected in the rearview mirror was one of a woman who did not deserve the good life, she thought. I look like a whore, and now I'm beginning to feel like one. But I'll find a way out, I just have to! She wanted to tell him that she had used him ... Perhaps he would understand. He must understand, she thought. He's too kind, too intelligent not to!
"Ted, what happened tonight was a horrible mistake. It just can't be allowed to happen again," she said shakily.
"A mistake! Who the hell are you trying to kid? I'm not a schoolboy, young lady. You practically raped me on the dance floor and certainly didn't object when we drove up here! Now you are going to try to tell me is was a mistake? What's the matter, didn't you like it? Say no to that and you take the cake as liar of the year."
"Ted, we were drunk...."
"Oh hell, who are you trying to kid. You were as horny as a goddamn bitch in heat!"
"Please," she said. "Try to listen. I don't want you to misunderstand. You must believe me. I...."
"Shut up!"
"Ted, I was going to try to make Michael jealous. I wanted to use you. I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it to go so far. I-I just got carried away."
Ted laughed. Use me? he thought, that has got to be the ultimate. She wanted to use me. He couldn't stop laughing.
"What's so funny? Shat did I say, Ted? I didn't mean to hurt you." His laughter increased to almost a roar. "Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed.
He settled down for a moment, still smiling his contemptuous smile. Neither said anything for almost a minute. Carla was terrified at the grin on his face. For the first time since she had known Ted, she was aware that there was more to his smile than mirth. "Why-Why were you laughing at me?" she asked.
"I suppose you could call it a private joke. I've never been used by a woman before, not to go to bed anyway.
"I told you," she said. "I didn't want it to go that far!"
"Sure you did. But do you think for one minute that I'm going to believe you. You work well and fast. I never saw a woman so eager to fuck."
"Ted!" she exclaimed, unable to say any more. The word had shocked her, but the thought it conjured only excited her. She could not understand the sudden erection of her nipples as he had said it. She was afraid of the eyes that looked intently at her.
"What do you plan to do, Carla? Tell Michael that his little wife took his best friend out and screwed him in his car like a teenager?" he said, his grin widening. "No, I don't think you will. I'm still his best friend, and a deceitful man would believe a friend before he would believe a deceitful wife."
"What do you mean deceitful man?"
"For Crissake, don't tell me you don't know that your precious husband is a thief."
"What? You're wrong. You're lying, Ted!"
"He didn't tell you, did he?" Ted said, knowing that she was innocent of her husband's wrongdoings. "How do you think that you can afford this nice house or the new car or the color television and stereo? Do you think Michael did it all with his own little hands? Well, on second thought, he did," he laughed again, "but with sticky fingers."
He watched her shocked look. Tears streamed down her already tear-stained face in long black streaks from her mascara. Impossible! she thought. Michael would never lie to me. He would never steal!
Ted watched her for a moment, "Your display of loyalty and shock is touching but entirely useless. If you didn't know before that he was stealing then I'm doing you a favor by showing you that your husband is a man you can't trust to tell you his most important secret, the one that is haunting him, keeping him out of your bed. But then he may have found another bed more to his liking. If he could lie to yoy about this, he could certainly lie to you about fucking another woman."
"Please," she sobbed. "It's not true! I know it's not!"
He ignored her plea. "I can prove every word of it, at least about the embezzlement. And if I tried hard enough, I could probably find a mistress of his somewhere in town. I know him well enough. Probably better than you do."
Carla absorbed his words slowly, one at a time. The drug had already taken effect, accenting his usual precise speech and manner.
"He can't trust himself, how will he be able to trust you?" He said, "Imagine the look on his face if he had seen us in the car...."
"Oh, Ted, how could you? I thought you were so...."
"So nice? Wsan't that what you said earlier? It's about time you learned that there is very little in this world that is sweet, starting now."
Carla could not comprehend the full impact of what had happened to her in the last few minutes. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress, whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life, she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, but she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.
"Do you think you could afford to expose us to Michael? Would it be worth his life in prison to you? You are going to do everything I tell you, Carla, and without delay. If not, Michael will spend the best years of his life behind bars."
"Ted...." she started to argue with him but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Lucee? She'll find out sooner or later."
"You still haven't caught on, have you? Lucee knows all about this tonight. Do you think she could get a headache after spending half the day getting ready to go out with us? Not on your life. She was out getting herself screwed half silly, just like you. The only difference is she'll never see him again. But I plan to see a great deal of you."
Carla sat motionless as he moved across the car to her. "I'm going to see a lot more of you," he said. "Starting now."
"What do you mean?" she asked between the soft heaving sobs coming from her throat. The girl had begun to regain control but still did not completely understand what he wanted of her. The shock she had suffered realizing that he was not the kind man she had thought still clouded her mental senses. She could not quite grasp what he wanted. Afraid to admit that he wanted her for a part time bed partner, she tried to find other solutions, but nothing would suffice.
"You're not stupid, Carla. Figure it out for yourself."
"You don't mean that you expect me to continue...."
"You enjoyed it as much as I did, probably more ... We can continue for a long time with no annoyances from your husband. His mistake has become our good fortune. He can't object, and for his sake, neither can you!"
It was true, she thought. There is no way out of this, but if he will only leave now, I'll be safe until I can think of something!
"You're shaking! Are you afraid, my dear?"
Carla could not answer. Her voice was caught in her throat. Though she felt the heat from the fireplace, her body shivered with chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to Ted once. But the thought of his lovemaking moved another shudder through her body.
She had enjoyed it! There remained no doubt of that. . Ted was more experienced than Michael. He knew how to make her feel like a woman wanted to feel. But ... the nagging fear, the strict mid-western upbringing, the morals of a church centered society still plagued her. She was married to Michael for better or worse. I just can't, she thought. I just can't do it again with another man!
"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours." Ted said lewdly and looking down at her exposed knees.
Carla recoiled at his words; she didn't know what to think. Had she really been drugged? Was all of this such an evil plan that every detail had been taken care of? She suddenly realized that she had become a victim of a drug, a horrible drug that took control away: and she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying, so intriguing. "Let's go," he said. "I don't like to waste time." Carla refused.
"We're going to fuck again! Won't you like that?" he said smiling. "I'm going to fuck you like never before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"
His words were true, she knew that he could do all that he said, and the sounds that vibrated through her head as he spoke intensified the growing feeling inside her. She was as helpless, completely naked and exposed, like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her nipples rose at the exposure to the air. She stared straight ahead as though in a trance as he surveyed her body. But in spite of her immobility, she seemed to sense the physical presence of his eyes as they traveled over the whiteness of her body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find. His penis was soft and swayed as he stepped toward her. That was the organ which had given her so much before, she thought. And now it didn't seem to be what she wanted, but her body knew differently. A dampness swelled in her vagina, lubricating her passage and softening the already soft silken lips of her vulva.
"I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us," Ted grinned lewdly.
Carla looked at him, her gaze transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands and spoke, "I can't do this, Ted. I don't care what the cost!" But her words were soft. There was no authority and only a minor note of conviction. Carla knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warm. A fire was building down between her legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man was before her, and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.
He held out his hand and touched her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingers. His large penis hung waiting like a patient cobra between his legs. It was soft and heavy. "You've finished with you childish tantrum, I hope?" he questioned, knowing the answer in advance.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her head close to his hairy stomach. She could smell the odors from their sexual encounter before, and her heart began beating faster. Her fear was transforming to sexual excitement. "Suck it!" he commanded, pushing her head lower to his penis. "I want it in that pretty little mouth now. Suck It!"
Carla was frightened at what he had said, but her vagina involuntarily filled with more fluids as the lewd obscene thought whirled around in her confused mind. She read of fellatio in some of the magazines, but never had tried it with Michael. It was too awful, too perverse! "I can't," she groaned, "please, Ted, don't make me do it. I just can't!" But the heavy hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft, smooth tip that hung a few tantalizing inches from her face.
Tears flowed from her eyes, across her cheeks to the skin of his abdomen. And slowly, as though she were hypnotized, she took his cock in her hand, kissing gingerly. It wouldn't bite, she knew that, but it wasn't right, it wasn't human!
"Suck it!" Ted Horton commanded fiercely.
Carla hesitantly leaned forward and kissed the top of his penis, moving her mouth toward the end. The head was terrifying. Her fear was terrifying, but she must obey. There was no other way. She must obey. There was no other way. She must obey Ted and the new, exciting craving deep within her belly ... her lipstick-covered lips opened slightly, and the soft rubbery head slipped easily into her saliva-filled mouth.
It was larger than Michael's, and it slowly began to grow even bigger in her mouth. She didn't notice it at first as she sucked it gently and rubbed her tongue softly at the loose foreskin on the bottom. It grew more quickly as it filled with blood, and Carla's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her wet, nibbling caresses. But oh God, it was growing too fast. It would be too big for her mouth! She started to release her grip on it, but he pulled her head back harder against him. The massive cock seemed almost white-hot as it grew to its full size against her tongue, hard and throbbing. She could feel his quickened pulse as the great prick pulsated impassionedly in her mouth. Unable to catch her breath, she gasped. She was choking on the massive flesh that reached back toward her throat, but Ted kept his grip on her head, and she found herself adjusting by necessity to the intrusion. Careful not to bite him, she slowly and deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back and forth.
"Use your tongue more, you hot little bitch!" his eyes locked lustfully on the top of her bobbing head as he watched the elastic flesh of her ovaled lips drawing out slowly and then sinking back inside again as she slid them forward.
Eager to please, Carla begain swirling her tongue around it as best she could as she sucked at him. Her head moved faster as it slid back and forth along the length of his cock, never allowing it to leave her mouth completely, but always leaving a tiny fraction of an inch inside the shelter of the warm moist cavern of lips.
Ted held his head back, no longer holding her head. He was still standing as she sucked him. The wetness of her mouth and the constant sucking had put him into a euphoria. He clenched his buttocks in rhythmic flexing movement, in tune with her head as it slid along the length of his huge cock.
"More, more," he commanded. The single word was enough for her to begin making a humming sound in her throat and masal passages. She felt completely debauched! Not only must she suck this man but she must submit to his even more depraved demands!
Tears filled her eyes as the sound of her humming grew louder in her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to stop and run out of her bedroom, out of the world, but, it was too late, for as she sucked and moved more and more, a new feeling was creeping into her mind. Urged by the needs of her body and coupled with the sound of her voice, she felt a passion rising in her. She could feel every inch of the twitching cock in her mouth and the hair of his muscular thighs brushing against her breasts as she moved. Instead of revolting her, it suddenly became an object of desire. She began to suck harder, wanting more and more. There wasn't enough! She could hardly keep her breath as she tried gasping for air, sucking all the time, working at her salivary glands, trying to get more moisture into her mouth.
She wanted it wetter, hotter! She wanted him to come in her mouth, filling her with the white-hot fluids she now felt she could not live without! She wanted to be debauched and used as she had never been before! Oh God! She wanted it! Above the sound of her sucking and humming, she could hear Ted gasp. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth hurting him as she sucked, but she wanted him to cum, to cum now. Her own fires burned hotter between her legs. Her free hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her pussy. Quickly, she inserted a finger and began finger-fucking herself to the rhythm that her mough was beating on his cock.
Ted's gasp changed. "Aaarrgghh," he moaned aloud as the dam behind his balls broke. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her mouth as the hot liquid fluids spurted deep into her throat, spewing more and more of his cum. She was nearly choking, trying to swallow the thick warm liquid as it filled her mouth, bloating out her cheeks almost to the bursting point. He relaxed momentarily but let her continue sucking him. His cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax. He grabbed it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick wet sucking noise.
"That's mine," he said. "You let me take care of that ... do you want me to suck you or fuck you?" he grinned down lasciviously, enjoying the torture he was putting her aroused body through. But his friend's wife was too excited to do anything but suck at his now deflated cock. He pulled her head away, a thin trail of sperm following from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She needed his cock so badly and it was soft. She leaned forward to put it back between her parted, sperm-glistening lips, she wanted it!
"Answer my question," he hissed, lifting her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed eyes. "Shall I eat you or fuck you? Make up your mind, bitch!" He knew that for the moment with his deflated cock, he could never enter her, but he taunted her with the cruel-words of hope.
"Lay back if you won't answer me," he said and watched her roll over flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her hips grinding hungrily down into the car-seat, her open cunt pointed directly at him. "Tell me you want it," he said, his grin widening at her helpless need.
"I want it!" was all she could murmur in her agony of desire.
"Not that," he yelled. "Tell me the words ... Say what you want, you horney slut. Tell me you want to be sucked and fucked!"
"Yes, please ... Please fuck me, suck me anything, just do it to me! Now, please!" she begged, her head lolling helplessly from side to side.
Carla could not believe her own words!
She had never ever consciously said words like that before, but he was forcing her now. Each time he spoke, something more cruel was done to her. She knew she would never ever be the same again. How could she face herself after saying them. Her mind whirled in a haze. Tears of confusion, shame and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her belly needed quenching. "Please," she cried unashamedly, "Please fuck me. Ooohh, please!"
Ted was smiling again, this was exactly what he had wanted! With her so excited, so confused, he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He kneeled on the seat, and she put her arms up to pull him onto her, but his cock wasn't hard yet. He would worry about that later. He picked up her right foot in one hand and kissed the bottom. A chill ran up her leg like a zipper opening every pore on her thighs. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of her very being. Then, carefully, slowly, he kissed at her foot, moving slowly to her ankles then up her leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had never sucked Michael, he too had never eaten her. He had tried to kiss her around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last minute, her puritanical upbringing triumphing over her desire, but all that was forgotten now.
She reached down to grab Ted's hair and pull him faster to the open pink lips of her throbbing pussy, but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his own speed until a seeming eternity later she could feel the heat of his breath tickling the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
"Are you ready for this?" he grinned down between her legs. He delighted in teasing her and knew she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and she would turn into a raving maniac. "Yes, yes," she gasped, looking down between her breasts at his leering face. "Please now, suck it, suck it good!"
Sure that she could take no more teasing for the moment, he spread the soft, hair-lined lips with his fingers and flicked out his tongue at the swollen bud of her clitoris.
"Oooohh," she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spreading her legs wider.
He flicked with his hardened tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the throbbing center of her pleasure.
Nothing was ever like this, she thought as her mind whirled in ecstasy. Her head thrashed back and forth. She breathed in gasps. It was almost too much. The pleasure bordered on pain. She wanted to climax but was only at the brink, not able to bring herself over to the final culmination that she so desperately wanted.
He slid his tongue down the moist hair-lined furrow from her clitoris to the opening of her pulsating cunt and thrust it into the warm wet channel as far as he could. "Oh, oh, ohh," she cried. "Harder, harder." He continued licking her pushing his tongue in to the smooth slippery walls as far as it could go. His hands clenched at the cheeks of her ass, and a single finger slid its way across the mildy white flesh to the rubbery ring of her anus. He probed at the opening softly, and she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what was about to come.
"Don't stop!" she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. He was hard and wanted to put his tremendous tool to use again. His finger remained for a moment, toying with her anus. 'Turn over!" he ordered.
No! she thought, as she struggled to roll her body over as he had commanded. He can't be, he isn't! Knowing that Ted would go to length to humiliate her further, she was afraid of what might happen. She and Michael had always had sex in the male superior position with no variations. Now what was to happen? Her mind, fogged by the drug and the lusting minutes that his tongue had played in her fiery vagina could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said.
"Spread your legs," he commanded harshly as he massaged the soft yielding flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread them apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her anus. She clenched the muscles that controlled her sphincter tightly. He bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue to the virgin anus and licked at it gingerly for a moment.
Oh my God, she thought. He was going to do it. Please...."Please, no," she whimpered down into the bedspread. "Not that!" But he ignored her and pushed against her thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her legs were wet with her own excited fluids of near orgasm. He smiled, noticing the liquid remnants of the extreme pleasure that he was giving her before. Now, now he would do something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not ever her husband!
Ted Horton slipped his finger along the soft crevice between her buttocks until it reached her anal opening. He probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, clenching her buttocks as tight as she could. "Please no!" she she cried again. "It's wrong. It's rong ... arrgghh," she moaned as he pushed his finger into the tiny, rubbery opening up to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought as he watched his hand and her squirming bottom as he pushed his finger further and further up into the resisting channel! Then with a final thrust all the way to the hilt until his palm pressed flat into the soft flaccid cheeks of her ass. "Oowwee," she moaned. "It hursts. Stop, please stop!"
"Quiet, sweetheart," he told her. "You've had nothing yet."
There was a cruel, unyielding relish in his voice as he began to rotate his finger deep around inside to loosen the passage. He could feel the soft buttery smoothness in her rectum as he skewered her like an animal, and his grin widened more at the lewd thought of taking her there. But to Carla, writhing beneath his hand, it felt as though her whole backside was pierced with pain. It seemed like he was going to tear her open. And, a moment later in her confusion she thought his finger had grown larger, but with a piteous moan realized that he had slipped a second finger into her back passage.
Sobbing openly now, blubbering wetly like a child, the pain tore at her insides like a hot probing poker. Her frustration at being able to do nothing to stop this man built a rage in her, a rage that would know no normal release. But there was nothing she could do to stop him!
Satisfied that the opening was primed for him, Ted removed his fingers. He's through, she thought. He's not going to do it. Oh, thank God, thank God! She breathed a long sigh of relief, hoping perhaps she had satisfied his perverted desires. Maybe he would leave her alone for the rest of the night. Though she was still in need of climax, she could do that herself after he had left. The aphrodisiac still had its hold on her, but not enough, she thought, to overcome the hurt and humiliation of his perversion. Her attention centered on the furnace in her vagina in an effort to ignore the pain that still permeated her behind.
Ted repositioned his body. She had no idea what he was going to do until suddenly she felt his long overheated cock sliding up the crevice of her buttocks toward her anus.
"You're going to like this, he said, waking her from her fantasy. "It'll only hurt for a minute."
Her eyes were wide open in terror as she heard his words and felt his great massive prick probing at the tight, puckered opening of her rectum. This was the ultimate submission, the ultimate disgrace! She had been used by this man in the worst ways she could have imagined, and now he would do this to her, push his huge cock deep into her rectum where not ever her husband had done it to her before!
Ted nudged the weapon forward slightly, and she tried to clench the muscles tighter but failed. His warming up exercise had left the muscle tired and useless...."Aaarrgghh, it hurts," she screamed as the rubbery red crown of his cock wormed its way into her forbidden passage. "No, no, no!" she sobbed, begging him to stop.
But it was no use and she knew it. The fiery dagger was forcing its way further and further into her, and there would be no respite. The pain raked her insides, and she started to pass out, but a last ounce of courage kept her conscious. If she would suffer this, then she must suffer it. But oh God, she thought, her brain screaming inside her head, it hurts, it hurts so....
The change came suddenly. No longer the pain, no longer the torment. The shock, the newness had turned to a sudden, almost masochistic pleasure. The borderline between pain and pleasure had disappeared. They were one to the young woman whose tear-drenched face was turned into the pillow while her husband's best friend ground his cock in long easy thrusts down into her widely stretched rectum.
The red-hot crown of his cock rubbed against her insides, caressing the hitherto untouched flesh. Visions of unseen places and pleasures flashed through her mind. She was rocking on a sea of passion, rolling with each wave as he pushed at her. She responded, lifted her bottom higher, then pushed backwards to slap her buttocks hard against his driving pelvis as he rammed into her.
"Ohh, oohhh, oohhh," she grunted, beads of perspiration pouring heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they worked harder into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to the finish first. Her final subjugation to his depraved desires had become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being used as she had never thought possible, and she like it! She liked it! He forced her to do as he wished, and she wanted it no other way. She knew that there were endless possibilities for them now. There was no thought of her husband Michael or anything else that had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the moment had overtaken her. Bodily pleasure was all she craved, and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all!
Ted could hold back no longer. The scraping of his cock along the sides of her overheated rectum were taking their toll. He had nearly split her open. Her small ringing squeals of pain and pleasure testified to that. But his concern was no longer for forcing her to do what he wanted, for he was rapidly approaching the end.
He could feel the doors that held his climax unlock. The pressure behind them was too much. The first spasm of orgasm unleashed itself in his balls as the white-hot sperm swarmed through his passage. He jerked back. "Now," he yelled to the ceiling. "Now, I'm cumming I'm cummingggg!" And the white-hot jets of cum shot from his cock like a blasting rocket.
The hot fiery liquid spewed into Carla's lasciviously rotating rectum in wet, streaming torrents, the sperm easing his last dying thrusts. She felt as if her insides were being filled with hot, thick cream, the same cream that she had swallowed only a few short minutes before, and with each slowing thrust of his cock it forced his semen deeper and deeper up inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of orgasm.
Unbelievingly, she screamed, "Aaarrggghh," as she pushed hard back into him again. It felt like a thousand hornets were stinging at her as the muscles of her stomach and lower abdomen contracted then like a huge serpent, rose up and struck at its unseen victim. "I'm cumming," she howled. "I'm cummiinngg," like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blined by the awesome power of the ravaging climax.
Then with one final scream of never ending pleasure, Carla fell backwards, exhausted. The orgasm had left her almost senseless. Never before had she experienced such a total involvement in sex. But also, the end of the climax broung the end of her desire. The potion had been no stronger than to last until she had cum one time, and now it was drained from her body like everything else....
CHAPTER TWO
"My husband will be home in less than ten minutes," the naked woman on the bed said.
Lucee's new lover jumped quickly to the floor and dressed in the dark with the hurried precision of a man who had known many close calk with faceless husbands.
"Why did you tell me you were divorced?" he asked.
"Never trust a woman," Lucee Horton laughed and turned her back to him as he quickly left the room checking all his belongings as he ran down the stairs to his car parked in the driveway.
Lucee didn't know his name. She hadn't even bothered to ask. Four hours ago she had been sitting in a bar, and the young man had sat beside her and bought her a few drinks. In return she gave him some small talk and a wild hour in her bed. She was still excited and not completely satisfied. No matter how hard she tried with so many other men, only Ted satisfied her the way she wanted. The adulterous act of sleeping with men other than her own husband only increased the excitement of making love with him. Her other lovers were only preparation for each night's romp with her husband.
"That was a pretty wild getaway he made. He nearly knocked over the garbage cans," Ted said, framed in the doorway by a small hallway light silhouetting his large, husky frame.
"He decided rather hurriedly to leave," she said, smiling. "How did it go with you?"
He crossed the room like a man who had just won an election. The sureness of his step showed Lucee that she need not have asked. He slid open the closet and began undressing.
"It was easier than I thought," he said. "She was hornier than I had anticipated. We only spent an hour at the club and by the time the dancers had finished she was ready to go right there."
"Well, don't be so damn smug," she said, "And come and tell me how you did it."
Ted related the story to his wife, exaggerating slightly. Lucee was hurt as she always was when he told her of his affairs, but excited by his story, imagining herself writhing in the front seat of the car under his powerful thrusts. Her eyes were glazed when she asked, "What happened afterward? Is she going to tell Michael? Did you use the embezzlement?"
"Don't worry about a thing, sweetheart," he said, crossing the room toward the bed. "I've done this so many times to so many sniveling little wives that it's almost a repeated dialogue. We'll have no trouble from her and soon you shall be able to try Michael on for size. You'll like that, won't you?"
Lucee Horton turned her head into the pillow, not wanting to look at her husband as he sat on the end of the bed. "Ted, please," she pleaded. "You always made it sound so dirty. Why is it that I'm always at fault when I'm with another man and you're such a saint. There's never anything wrong with your activities. Why am I always nothing but a whore?"
She faked a sob, but no tears came to her eyes. Whenever the two of them had found other lovers for the night, they repeated the same scene afterward. Neither was serious, but Ted enjoyed tormenting her and calling her names as much as she enjoyed the suffering at his hands. He played the role of injured husband and she the role of the unfaithful wife. He would shout at her, call her names and she would respond to the whip of his tongue, each painful word a delightful snap at her backside. She could feel herself moistening between her legs in anticipation. Her nipples, already erect, awaited his touch, his kiss that she knew would come soon.
They had been married fifteen years and for nine of those years they had been taking lovers and swapping partners with couples they met. Most of the couples would soon fall out of the arrangement, usually moving out of town, or at least across the county. Many of the men would find work elsewhere in the area to avoid contact with Ted. More than a few couples had ruined their married lives by contact with the Horton's but other people's fate was not their concern. They were holding their own, Lucee thought, precariously, but holding their own.
Her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions. "Whore," she heard him say quietly. "You're just a whore with a gold band on her finger. You'll never be anything but a whore. You've always been one and nothing you can do will change that."
Lucee loved the words. She was no good, she thought, and deserved all that he was saying! There had been many lovers before Ted, and scores since they had been married, but one thing kept them together. No man could please her as he did. No man was cruel enough, hard enough or could give her what she needed!
Most of her lovers were only preludes to what would come to her home. A single climax with any of them was not what she needed. They were her tools to excite her before she knew she would be taken by Ted when she finally got home. He sould torment her and curse her, but then when he finished with the insults, he would screw her like no man would ever dare!
Lucee shuddered with delight. "Whore," he said again, this time louder. "You'd take any man any time. How can you live with yourself!"
His voice was stern, but she could detect the note of pain in it, the pain of a man who had been wronged. They were both good actors for this scene that took place at least three times a week and she always knew what was coming next ... She braced herself. His slap was hard. A red mark rose on her buttocks where he had hit her. Her whole bottom tingled. "Oh, don't," she cried, knowing that he would do it again and excite her even further. He slapped her again and the soft flesh of her smooth, silky buttocks quivered like flaccid jelly.
"You'd even go to bed with that brute, Hugo, if he came to you," he said, his voice feigning a threat. Hugo was Hammore's bodyguard. He had been a former professional football player and his six foot five inch frame held two hundred and sixty pounds of solid muscle. He guarded Hammore twenty-four hours a day, keeping his employer from any harm. As a nightclub operator.
Ham had made many deadly enemies, as well as friends. He and his wife knew the Horton's intimately.
"No, Ted, never him He's too big, he'd kill me!"
"Do you mean to say I'm not as big as he is. Have I ever split you, have I ever hurt you like you think he would?"
"Oh, yes, my darling. But him he's an animal! I couldn't take his hairy body on me."
"What about Carla? Do you think she could take him?" he asked his wife. Her torment increased as he slapped her bottom again.
"Yes, yes, Carla. He could take Carla and we could watch. Oh, Ted, I'd like to watch that brute screw her until she screamed for mercy!"
"You'd like to see her hurt, wouldn't you?" he said. "She would beg him for mercy, just like you beg me, wouldn't she?"
"Yes, please, oh, yes," she cried as he slapped her again.
"Then we will, you wait and see," he said, and pulled at her body, turning her roughly on her back. They stared at each other for a moment, Lucee's tear-filled eyes could see her husband's sadistic smile. They both would enjoy seeing the girl she had always had the fear might possibly take her husband away from her.
She always had feared that one of his partners would take him from her, for Lucee knew she lived on the edge of disaster. If Ted found a woman that could please him more than she could, then their life together would be over. There was no hope that she could find a man sho could do for her what he did. Carla would suffer for being so beautiful, for luring her husband into bed.
It was always the other girl's fault, never Ted's. His weakness was always the other girl's fault, never Ted's. His weakness was beautiful women, and Carla qualified as a temptress by being born beautiful. But she would pay and pay dearly, Lucee thought. There was no other way for the girl. Carla asked for whatever was coming to her. Lucee would insure a double reprisal by seducing Michael. It was only fair! , Ted looked at her, knowing what she was thinking. He always knew what he would conjure up in her mind by mentioning the women that he had just finished with. He knew that Lucee needed revenge to reassure her position. She was alive and fiery, and could please him as no one could. The gulp of loaded gin he had taken before leaving Carla's was at its full force. He was ready now to plunge into his wife.
They both laughed and he fell on top of her, nearly crushing her with his weight as he sought her mouth and covered it with his lips, kissing hard, sucking at her tongue as she plunged it wetly between his teeth. Lucee sucked hungrily at his lower lip, tracing the hard tip of her tongue against the insides of his mouth. Their lovemaking was ritual, but never boring. It was always like the first time for her. The excitement of seeing him naked and aroused was enough to bring her almost to a climax. She always had to hold back for this man, bathing in the pleasure he gave her.
His hands caressed her sides as he lifted himself and rearranged them on the bed, placing her head on the pillow. She felt him kissing her ear, nibbling at the soft, tender lobe, then run his tongue lightsly down her nick, across her shoulders to her perfectly formed breasts. He toyed momentarily at her erect nipples and she moaned and quivered beneath him as she felt his moist lips nip at the sensitive, quivering bud.
He had brought her to climax before just by sucking at her nipples, but she knew that he wanted more this time. She knew that his screwing of Michael's wife had only made him want her more.
Lucee moaned as he kissed her soft, flat belly. There was no fat on her body and its softness was feminine, relaxed. Her anticipation only heightened her excitement. She knew that his lips were working their way down and Would soon be kissing the soft velvety fleece that curled around her yearning pussy.
As he caressed her with his lips he slowly turned his body around so that his penis neared her head. He ran his tongue to the top of her vaginal slit and parted the moist pink lips with his tongue, at the same time lifting one of his legs over her head and placing it on the other side. His huge prick and testicles hung directly above her face. She grasped the organ with one hand and stroked it softly. The sensations that rose from between her legs as he licked her shot all the way to her brain. The soft, moist sweetness that he was kissing was on fire. Each touch of his tongue was like dry ice, its heat was so intense. Lucee murmured softly and brought his hardened cock closer to her lips, studying it with her eyes.
A small drop of clear liquid poised at the tiny slit-like opening under the smooth, blood-filled head. She leaned forward and kissed the top, brushing away the small drop of lubricating fluid as she did. Then she parted her lips farther, placing a small fraction of the large crown against her lips, teasing gently with her tongue while down below every touch of his tongue in the soft, pink flesh between her legs lit a small new fire in her.
She slid the shole head of his massive organ into her mouth and pulled the foreskin sightly back teasing the exposed glans with the wetness of her lips. "Oooohhh," he moaned.
She knew that she was pleasing him, but she knew always she would ... again she rocked her head slightly, stroking only the head with her mouth. She spread her legs farther to give him greater access to the warm, moist cavern between her thighs. She could feel his tongue snaking hungrily up into the passageway, hard and searching. The tip played with the flesh at the entrance, rolling in small circles at the tender, hair-lined flesh. She sucked more of his rubbery blood-fill cock into her mouth, sure to moisten the flesh with her saliva as she did. The veins throbbed with his pulse. She sucked harder until half of it was in her throat, and already she started to gag. No man could have an organ like this, she thought. In all her experience, no one had ever been as big!
She held back the choking and proceeded farther, more slowly, to get as much of it as she possible could deep into her throat. The tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth. It almost tickled and would have if she had not been so excited. All she could think of was the cock which lay in her mouth as she sucked, rocking her head back and forth, and the lips and tongue that chewed almost child-like at her cunt below.
She flexed the muscles in her thighs. Her attention to the pleasure of her burning body was complete and unhindered. Every touch, every breath was a new sensation. She needed no instruction to open her lips wider, then dirmly regrasp the great massive cock in her mouth. She moaned, "Mmmmmm," with the twitching cock still sunk deep between her sucking cheeks.
Ted had expected the humming. He needn't tell her what pleased him as he had to do with the other girl that night. Lucee started humming up and down a scale of deep-throated notes, vibrateing the muscles of her throat against the aching head of his prick.
He ate at her voraciously, the sweet smell and taste of her exuding excitement made him only want more of the delicious nectar. She writhed her hips upward, trying to enclose him with the pink lips of her aching cunt. "Please, Ted," she begged. "Please, now!"
He responded slowly at first, regretful to take his lips from the hot, fiery meal between her legs. She released his cock from her mouth and watched as he suddenly turned around and fell upon her. He held himself above her for a moment, then, with the head already in position he slid his cock along the short length between her clitoris to its pink, open target where it slipped in unheeded by any obstacle ... she fit him perfectly. His cock found its place as if it were a hand slipping into a tailored glove. There was no room for error. Their bodies were molded to perfection after years of making love to each other, they knew all the tricks that pleased.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as they thrust together, harder and harder in perfect rhythm. Again and again Ted stroked, hard, long strokes, the massive cock caressing the smooth inner walls of her vagina. The rubbery tip found its mark at her cervix and pummeled it hard as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. The half dark room lit up in strange colors, blinding, flashing, mingled with the electrifying shocks that shot through her body to the seeming depths of her very being. Then, they were both ready.
She could feel the rhythmic muscles of her abdomen begin to contract spasmodically. "Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she panted. The sound of her voice told him she was ready. They would come together as they almost always did. The pressure in his balls was too much. He jerked forward, his swollen balls bursting with the fiery liquid that they had been holding back for this cataclysmic moment. Sperm shot deep into her cunt, filling her with the warmth of desire that would culminate in a few distant seconds.
"I'm cumming, he yelled at her between breaths. "No, I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!" as the last warm smooth jets of sperm shot far up into her churning body.
She arched her back, every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and almost fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. Her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist, her buttocks flexed to rock hardness as her orgasm hit: "I-I, me too, my darling, I'm cummminngggg, nowwww!" she screamed as the power of her body unleashed at the moment she had been waiting for all night.
There was no time, no space, no motion in the world, only the unbelievable experience of her climax as she was hit again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body. And then, too soon, it was over, his cock still jerking inside her, slowly deflating and losing its strength. They had used as much effort as any Olympic champion might when sprinting the last of his race. Every muscle had been strained and used to its limit, every emotion had been attained.
He slid off her and kissed her cheek. He was a man, she thought ... her man! No one else could ever have him like this, she thought, and her mind vaguely remembered what she must do to set up that beautiful young bitch, Carla, for revenge....
CHAPTER THREE
The whole house echoed with the resounding crash of the fallen cup. Carla's nerves were strung tight in her throat, every movement, every sound was torture to her. Michael had called minutes before to tell her that he was at the airport and would be home soon.
During the last five days that Michael had been gone, five days of torture to Carla, she had broken twelve dishes, hurt herself falling down the stairs, and had left the checkbook in a shambles. She hadn't enough self control to subtract a few simple figures to keep their bank balance straight! Except for grocery shopping, she had not left her house. Most of the time had been spent in the bedroom, where she blankly watched television. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone. The phone hadn't rung, so she felt safe that Ted had not attempted to call. She couldn't bear the thought of facing him or even talking with him!
Carla Simpson jerked her hand back as she was picking up the pieces of the smashed cup. A small trickle of bright red blood formed into a pool on her finger. She washed the blood under the cold water faucet, and tears began to swell in her eyes.
She could hardly see the small cut through the cloud of tears. Oh, what have I done? How am I going to tell Michael? Her mind raced. How could he have lied to me for so long? And now, now ... must I lie to him? Oh God, I just don't know what to do! She bent down and swept the last of the broken china into a dustpan. "Honey, I'm home," her husband's voice yelled from the front door. "Where are you? I ... oh, hiding in the kitchen, huh," he said, poking his dark curly head through the open door. "Break something?" he asked.
"Just a cup. Would you like a drink?" her eyes remained on the small pile in the dustpan. She didn't dare look at him for a moment. Her reddened eyes would have given her away. She couldn't let him know that she had been crying. He would ask too many questions.
"Dinner is ready," is all she could muster. "It's only leftovers, but there's plenty for both of us. Why don't you fix yourself a drink...."
"What's this? No kiss?"
"I'm sorry Michael. I ... I'm all wet and dirty. Please sit down and tell me about your trip," she said, but not really wanting to hear what had happened. As far as she was concerned, his whole job was a lie, their whole life was in danger of becoming a lie! If the company knew what he was doing, Carla thought, they would be on the street in five minutes and he would be in jail only a moment later. We're living on the brink of disaster and there is no way out! Oh, my God, she thought, fighting back tears.
Michael mixed them both a drink in the living room as she prepared to brink dinner to the already set table. Carla stood at the door with a platter of cold chicken in hand, braced herself, then swung the door open, a forced smile on her face and walked to the dining room.
"Next May," he said, choosing a drumstick from the platter. "Next May I will be in line for the regional directorship of the entire West Coast. What do you think of that?"
How could you, she thought as she forced herself to smile. "Oh, Michael that's wonderful. Does that mean we can move somewhere else?"
He answered her question quickly then started talking about all the opportunity that was in store for them. He talked all through dinner about the raise in salary and prestige and all the benefits they would receive in the coming months. He was still talking as he helped her clear the table and pulled a coin from his pocket once they were in the kitchen. "Heads you wash," he said, "and tails I do."
Carla watched the coin flip into the air and fall tails up, Michael started filling the sink while she stood by, dish towel in hand, marveling at the mood. He hadn't talked to her like this for months, not even when he had been promoted to his present position only a week before.
"That's the last of them," he said five minutes later. "Fastest dishwasher in the west ... What's the matter, honey? You haven't said two words in the last hour."
"Nothing at all," she lied. "I was just listening to you. I haven't had a chance to say anything."
"So, I talk too much," he kidded. "Well enough of this talking. Let's get down to some serious business," he said, pulling her close to him and kissing her hard on the mouth, completely surprising her. She let him continue, but didn't return the kiss. Besides the fact that her mind was in torment, she wasn't going to let him get off the hook so easily for not making love to her for three months.
"It's been so long," he whispered. "It's been so long, but that's my fault. I have been so tired trying to work sixteen hours a day. But from now on you shall see a big difference in the sex life around here!"
His apology surprised her and she wanted to believe him. But she wanted something to do with it, too! After all, she had put up with his neglect for three months and she should have something to say about it!
Wordlessly he took her hand and led her toward the stairs. Her tormented mind did not want to make love, but her body needed him desperately. She held back as he started to climb the stairs, and there was questioning in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, puzzled.
For a moment Carla said nothing, but only stared at him.
"My God, gal, I apologized. I want you as much as you want me. Now let's go up to bed!"
"That's not enough, Michael," Carla said, her tone of voice strange and hard. She wanted to know why he had not made love to her during the last ninety days. She wanted him to tell her his secret. "Just an apology won't do! For three months you've been neglecting me, in bed and out. You've been short tempered and almost cruel. You haven't even taken the time to say i love you' more than three times, and I think I deserve an explanation."
"Honey," he said, "I told you. It's been my work. I've been doing for us so that we could afford all the nice things we have."
Please, she thought desperately as he talked. Tell me the truth ... tell me about the embezzlement. Confide in me, I'm your wife!
"You don't think it's another woman, do you?" he asked. "There's never been anyone but you and there never will be. I do love you and if I had the words I'd tell you how much!"
Carla was silent. You do have the words, she thought. You can tell me. I wouldn't even care about another woman, but I know it's not that. I'd know if anyone had come between us, but it's not another person, it's greed.
"No, I don't think it's another woman," she said. "I trust you. There is something else between us, something trying to destroy us, and you refuse to talk about it. Michael, remember, I'm your wife and I want to help you!"
She watched his smile. He's not going to tell me and he'll destroy us if he doesn't. Ted will destroy us. I don't want to tell you about Ted, she thought. You are not strong enough to take it, but then, I'm not strong enough to tell you. Our marriage might not be strong enough to do either of us any good.
"Come on now," she heard him say as she allowed herself to be cradled in Michael's arms. "I love you and that's all that matters. There's nothing wrong!" She responded dutifully as he kissed her again. She wanted him too badly, but her conscience still fought her desire. Her thoughts turned to Ted and what had happened five nights ago in the back seat of his sleek convertible. She remembered the pleasure of his kisses, the excitement of his organ as it slipped inside her, hurting her. She could not forget the degradation he had submitted her to, but somehow the thought still excited her. With her eyes closed, the man who held her now was Ted, not her husband, Michael.
"Let's go to bed," he said, waking her from the dream. The pressure of his voice on her ear had awakened the napping desires within her. To bed, she thought as her nipples tightened beneath her lightweight housedress. He held her tightly to his side and her legs rubbed sensuously together, exciting her more as they walked up the steps to the darkened bedroom.
Perhaps they could work it out another way, she thought. But ... she felt his hand cup her breast as he stepped slightly to the side and let her go through the door before him. She dared not to do anyghing that would reveal that she had been unfaithful. She could not let him know about Ted, his best friend. What was she going to do? The hand at her breasts kneaded the firm but pliant flesh, reminding her that desire still lived within her.
"You'll never need a bra," he said to her in the darkness. "You're beautiful."
Beautiful, she thought bitterly, and smiled at him in the half light of the moon that filtered through the drapes. If you only knew what an animal I've become. And there's nothing I can do about it. Oh, Michael, what have I done to you? What have we done to each other? She put her arm around his waist as they walked toward the bed. Her other hand rubbed across the bulge in his trousers as she reached to unfasten his belt ... she had to try to make him happy; she must try to be a good lover for him!
They stood facing as they worked at each other's clothing. Hurriedly he unfastened her dress and let it fall to the floor, at the same time kicking off his pants that she had unsnapped and unzipped. His shirt came off quickly and he kneeled to slide her panties from her rouned, perfect hips. The sweet scent of the dampness that was flooding her yearning cunt entered his nostrils. He pulled the panties downward and kissed her belly. He nibbled at her skin above the silky pubic hairs that glistened in their clean blondeness. Ooooohhhh, kiss me lower, darling, she prayed silently to herself. Do what Ted did, please! Make me want you more than I want him!
Three months without sex had caught up with the young husband. He had not been unfaithful to his wife, only unable to face her, shamed that he had become a thief, but with the prospect of even further advancement soon to come for him, he was safe. He would not have to steal again. The more than ninety days away from her had left him filled with desire! His throbbing penis felt as if it were going to burst, and she had not even touched it yet in its full naked state. He was filled with a rising torrent of passion and could not hold himself back! There was no method, no plan to his lovemaking. He was guided only by what was closest, and at that mement the soft, wet lips of her vagina were nearer to him than anything. Not thinking that she might repulse him, he lowered his head a few inches and started to nuzzle his nose between her legs into the soft, resilient hair that covered her womanhood. And, instead of being revolted as she had always been before Ted, Carla was further excited by the fact that her husband was going into hitherto forbidden territory. He was going to do it to her just like Ted had.
Oh, yes please, yes. Her heart pounded at a furious rate as she felt his nose slide through the soft pubic hair between her legs and part it gently for an infinite small moment ... he pushed her back softly onto the bed and she fell with her legs spread crab-like and resting most of her weight back on her shoulders as he lifted her hips to open herself to his probing mouth.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned. "Don't stop, darling. That's soooooo good."
Michael was too engrossed to be surprised at her actions. He thought that his wife too had been without sex all this time and would be ready for anything. He would not be surprised that, in order to please herself, she had probably been masturbating during their abstention. The thought of her finger-fucking herself brought an involuntary twitch to his blood-filled penis that was already jerking in anticipation of what was to come. Nuzzling in closer, his tongue licked wetly at the smooth, pink flesh that enclosed the soft, hair-lined opening to her pussy. Then, pulling himself up so that he too was completely on the mattress, he felt her tugging desperately at his thigh, beckoning him to turn his body so that she could also indulge in sucking him.
God, he thought to himself, she's really ready. I've never seen her like this before!
Eagerly he turned so that his cock neared her head. He pulled at her clitoris with pursed lips, torturing the small, throbbing bud until Carla thought she could stand it no longer....
"Oh, my darling," she gasped aloud as she pulled his cock toward her lips and with a groan, sucking the whole head into her mouth at once, swirling her tongue around it voraciously.
Oooooohhhhh, baby," he moaned, feeling her moist, wet lips hungrily caress the length of his hardened cock. His teeth toyed with the edges of his glans, feeling like razor blades cutting into the reddened flesh. She gulped at him, though her mouth was not as full as it had been with Ted's great cock, this was better, this was the man she loved! The man she really loved!
Michael pointed his tongue and entered the open, waiting passageway to her insides. Her flesh burned at his touch. The tongue circled amateurishly at the inner flesh, while he sucked at her. "Oh, darling," she gasped. "Oh, Ted, please hurry, Ted...."
Ted! The name lanced through Michael's brain like a pistol shot. Ted! She said Ted! His cock suddenly deflated like a ballon in her mouth. Her lower jaw dropped at the sudden shriveling of his penis, unaware in her wild sexual revery of what she had said ... he raised himself on the bed to look at her. His eyes were red with hurt and anger, sheltered by arched brows that could have belonged to the devil himself.
"You called me Ted," Michael said almost in a whisper. And suddenly, coming to her senses, she remembered.
She had said Ted!
Her face turned to a mask of terror, it was over! She was exposed and vulnerable! From the look on his face she thought she would never get the chance to explain before he killed her!
She froze as he lifted himself erect on his knees. "You bitch!" he screamed as he slapped her viciously across the face. A red welt immediately rose where his hand had struck.
Tears of pain and betrayal streamed down her still heated cheecks. She had betrayed herself. "No, Michael. I-I didn't. You're wrong," she said, looking at him pleadingly, knowing that he didn't believe her.
"You couldn't resist that big stud, could you?" he said, then slapped her again. The room seemed to break with the sound of his hand striking her face. "How long?" he shouted at her, getting off the bed and walking to the closet. He faced the closet door. "How long, you whore?" he demanded, then slammed his fist through the wooden panel.
Afraid to answer, she sobbed while he waited. "Answer me!" he yelled at her, turning so that she could see the blood red eyes, filled with tears of rage. His fists were clenched at his sides. Every muscle in his body was tight, straining at his skin.
"Once"' she answered sheepishly, waiting for his reaction. "Only once, Michael!"
"You expect me to believe that?" he roared.
He took a step toward her and her voice broke as she spoke. "Please, you must believe me. I was drunk, it was the night you left. I was drunk when he brought me home. It was the car. I...."
"In the car! Christ! Like a couple of high school kids!"
-"No, darling, please. I thought it was you," she lied. "I didn't know, until we were in the car...."
"Did he fuck you?" Michael asked. His tone had quieted. He moved closer to her, standing over her as she cowered on the bed, trying to tell what had happened.
The same word, Carla thought. He said the same word. Michael had never sworn in front of her except for an occasional damn. "Yes, here."
"Say it, you little whore," he said, leaning on his knuckles. "Say that he fucked you."
"Yes!" she yelled back. "He fucked me!" She broke and started sobbing worse. The lewd grin on her husband's face was the same one she had seen when Ted had ravaged her.
"Did he play with this?" he said, putting his fingers on her clitoris. She nodded helplessly as he began to toy with the still swollen bud that ached from so much attention. "Or this?" he asked, shoving his finger hard into the dampened opening of her cunt."
"What else did he do?" Michael demanded. "This?" and he bent his head and bit at the softness between her legs. "Tell me!"
This wasn't her Michael. She could not believe that the depraved man slobbering down between her thighs was her husband! Carla started to mumble what had happened to her, feeling his tongue drive deeper into her cunt as she half whispered out the sordid story of her adultery. He played with her, sending her quickly to a new high of tense excitement as she talked.
"And he made me suck him," she groaned, her body writing beneath his nibbling lips. "His penis was soft when we started and he made me suck it.
Michael's too, was still soft. But as he nibbled at the open mouth of her fiery cunt he turned his body on the bed. She knew exactly what the gesture meant and bent her head, grabbing the soft, flaccid cock and swallowing it deep in her mouth. It grew rapidly as she began to suck at it. The head rose in temperature, heating the entire inside of her mouth.
Michael raised his head from between her legs, "Then what!"
"He made me hum while I sucked him," she answered, her eyes closed with shame.
"Hum, bitch!" he commanded. "Suck me and hum just like you did with him!"
Quickly she obeyed. From deep within her throat came a sound she had heard only once before, the sound of a woman humming as she sucked greedily at a man's swollen cock. She could feel the massive prick twitching and throbbing in her mouth. It leaked small drops of warm, pungent sperm as she sucked, and she swallowed them greedily. The furnace between her legs was burning her entire body. Michael sucked at her and shot his tongue again and again deep into the open, red lips.
"Then did he fuck you?" he asked her, raising his head for a moment.
"Not exactly," she gasped, almost unable to control her voice. He wouldn't, she thought. Her own husband wouldn't do what Ted had. He's not that cruel!
"What do you mean, not exactly?"
"He-he did it to me from behind," she stammered, unable to look at his contorted face.
"In the ass?" his voice rose increduously. "He fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes, oh yes, but please don't. It-it hurts, darling, it hurts," she pleaded as though her life depended on it.
Michael pulled at her red anus with his finger. contemplating if he should. But he stopped a moment later. Obviously she had been forced to do it that way and he would have no part of that. He had had enough revenge for now. He wanted his cock to drive deep within her and remind her that her body belonged to him and no one else. If they were to talk, they would do it later!
Michael quickly turned his body, meeting her face with his. Her eyes were blood red with tears but she thought she saw a sign of remorse as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, crushing her lips with his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his loins. "I won't do that," he said to her. "But I'm going to fuck you like Ted never could! Do you want me to fuck you like that?"
"Yes, Michael, please. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder than ever before. Please fuck me now!" she pleaded, wanting in her agony for him to destroy her.
He repositioned himself and thrust at her with his massive swollen cock, but missed her the first time. Rotating his hips slightly he found the entrance and plunged himself deeply into her. "Oooooohhh," she moaned. "Ooooohhh, I love you, I swear I do, darling. Fuck me, please," she begged. Her words and groaning excited him to a new frenzy. For half an hour they had been tormenting each other with sex and with words. And he could hold back no longer. He began to thrust himself up into her hot, contracting pussy as hard as he could.
Each stroke was like the first for her except that it was more wanted than the last. Each time she kicked her legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him. They were both on fire, as though trying to destroy each other, fighting more than loving. He wanting revenge on her and she wanting to appease his honor, trying to hurt herself as they drove harder and harder against each other.
"Oh, arrggggghhhh," he groaned as his climax hit him like a thunder bolt. His sperm pulled its way up from the depths of his balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray piece of meat, the white hot liquid shooting in wild, uncontrolled spurts toward the heat that burned inside the straining belly beneath him. She grunted, contracting the muscles of her cunt tighter and tighter around his plunging cock as he erupted again and spewed relentlessly, spurt after spurt deep into her body."
"Oh, yes! she screamed. "I'm cummmmmmiinnngggg, tooooo!!" and arched her back upwards like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a cliff into nothingness. His juices filled her and crashed wetly into her own as her muscles contracted time and again, releasing them both from the agonizing torture they had been subjected to for the last thirty minutes.
For a quarter of an hour they lay on the bed. At first they had panted, but the tremors had subsided and they breathed normally. Michael reached to the bedside table for a cigarette. "Why did you do it?" he asked her simply as he lit a smoke for both of them. "Was it just because I had neglected you or have you fallen in love with him?"
"No, he-he forced me," she said.
"How the hell could he have forced you?" Michael said, a little angry that she could have allowed something like that to happen ... unless....
"I don't want to tell you...." she started to say.
"Now," he said. "Don't waste any time. How did he force you?"
Still sorry that he had not told her about what he had been doing with the company money, she began to relate the story. Michael sat with desbelief in the dark as she continued. " ... and so that's how. I couldn't take a chance. I didn't know if he was lying about what you were doing or not."
"He wasn't lying," he said with a defeated tone in his voice. "Everything he said was true." But that was what she didn't want to hear. Why had he become a thief? Why? Now what could they do?
He was so bright, the head of his class at the small midwestern college where they had met. He was always voted the most likely to succeed. What had gone wrong?
"I don't understand how Ted could have found out," he continued. "If he could, then anyone else can if they have the right connections."
"Why, Michael? Why did you do it to begin with?" she said. She was looking for a bridge back to their marriage. If he would tell her perhaps she would begin to understand this man. Perhaps, they still had a chance.
"Mismanagement, I guess," he said. "I could manage my job all right, but for some reason, I couldn't seem to balance our personal budget. There were always too many things we wanted. Too many nights out, too much money spent entertaining prospective contacts in the higher offices. Maybe I could have done it with a bigger expense account, but there was no other way, I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't started taking a little."
"Oh, Michael, darling." Carla sobbed gently next to him. "If only I had known!"
"It wasn't much at first and it was too easy. There is no problem at all padding loan repayments and adjusting the company bookds. No one else could have done it without being the manager. In fact, even so, they might not have. I did do a good job, or so I thought. I just don't understand how Ted could have found out.
"He's been with the company a long time," she said. "It probably wasn't hard for him. He's certainly not stupid a man."
"He's a lot smarter than I ever thought," Michael said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lucee Horton pulled a beige leather glove onto her left hand. It was two-thirty, Wednesday afternoon, five days, after her husband had seduced Carla Simpson.
Lucee's mind had been involved in nothing for the last few days, except to originate plans for the younger couple who were under Ted's power. She had only to wait for word from him as to when Michael Simpson returned home from his trip and she could initiate her first step. She picked up the car keys and turned towards the door but the brash ringing of the telephone stopped her.
"Hello, baby" she heard Ted's ringing voice at the other end. He rarely called her at home unless it was extremely important. Maybe for once it wouldn't be she almost hoped. Maybe he would just ask her to meet him for a drink after work.
"I'm on my way to do some shopping," she said. "Is anything wrong?"
"To the contrary. I thought you might be interested to know that Michael is at the office today. He came home last night."
"Wonderful," she said. "Did he give you any indication that he might know what happened?"
"None that I could see. I don't think that Carla was foolish enough to tell him. We'll have to find a way to do that ourselves. I'm going to ask them to come the the beach with us for the weekend and with the proper preparations rthere'll be nothing to worry about. Both of them will find that they can enjoy our company much more than they had ever imagined."
"Good," she said, "When do we leave, darling?"
"Sometine Friday. I think I can talk Michael into leaving the office early."
"There's something I want to ask you, Ted," she said, hoping that he would agree to her proposition. "You said the other night that we could take them to Hammore's for a party, and watch Hugo giving it to Carla. You practically promised!"
Ted laughed into the telephone. "Sometines I think you must be some kind of pervert," he stopped for a moment, still not able to control his laughter. "You go right ahead and do whatever you wish. See Ham this afternoon and make some arrangement for next week. We can't take them there until we've broken them in good ourselves. You understand that they must be perfectly primed. I want Michael in my palm as much as I have Carla or he might blow the works."
"Oh, thank you, darling," she cooed over the line. "You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I think you're a little too lenient...."
* * *
Hammore's Club was almost obscured from any passers-by. The single black door was decorated with a small gold plaque, the club's name engraved in black Old English type on its face. No other sign adorned the entrance. However, the unadorned entrance was no indication of the club's reputation. Ham had owned a number of night spots in the area. Each time he closed out and moved to a new location he brought his old customers with him, as well as building a larger clientele from enwer contacts.
The club's reputation was Ham's. The army of followers that had come with him through the last ten years were impressed not only by his taste for elegance, but by his taste for the bizarre. Most who came for an evening's entertainment got more than they expected and were pleased. Few complained about the high prices. A select minority of the customers, however, found more than simple nightclub entertainment. They, too, enjoyed the fine dinners and floor shows. A few of these even stayed to dance for awhile.
But if one were to look about him in the later hours of the evening, they would see that a few guests were escorted personally by the owner, or his hulking bodyguard, Hugo, through a thick black curtained door and no one ever came out from behind the curtain before two o'clock, the regular closing hour.
An especially observant person might have thought that Ham was running a gaming club through the large, locked door behind it. But it would take a long stretch of the imagination to figure out exactly what kind of gaming was taking place. But there was enough partying going on in the main clubroom to deter anyone from furthering his curiosity by trying to enter through the door. The psychedelic lights and topless dancers kept most of the guests quite happy.
Lucee Horton was among the selected clique sho were allowed entrance to the door. She also had her own key to the club. She and her husband and been friends of Ham's for almost three years and in that time they had come to discover many mutual interests. Enough mutual interest, cultivated during weekends at the Horton's house, to make them the closest of friends.
Lucee inserted her gold key into the lock and opened the door. She closed it and stood for a moment, adjusting her eyes to the semi-darkness. The bright afternoon sun had left her temporarily blinded by the darkened interior. After she locked the door she started toward Ham's office and after a moment she could make out the forms who were working on the club's main floor more clearly.
A pair of janitors swept, while two cleaning ladies were scrubbing the rugs. All four were being supervised by an extremely large ape-like man wearing a light blue turtleneck sweater. The six foot five inch man was pointing toward a corner that he wanted the janitors to be sure and not miss before they finished sweeping. As he turned, he saw Lucee.
"Hello, Mrs. Horton," he said in a deep, gruff voice. "What brings you here at this time of day?"
"Nothing really important, Hugo," she said. The first time Ted introduced her to Ham and Liza, she had seen Hugo in the background. Not once since then, had she not been impressed by the giant that stood before her. At two-hundred and fifty pounds he looked every inch the powerful man that he was. But she was afraid to try anything with him. Though physically perfect, he was obviously a brute and looked as though he might almost kill a woman if he became sexually aroused enough!
"Is Ham here? I thought I would stop to chat," she said, looking at the heavy dark brow that protruded much too far over his eyes. A perfect Neanderthal, she thought. His flat nose spread to a dark thick mustache that topped his wide mouth and framed his dark chin. His eyes were hard, but blank.
"Yeah, he's in his office. I don't think there's anyone else there," he said, more intent on flexing his muscles under the long sleeved wool turtleneck that waiting for a reply from Mrs. Horton. The former semi-pro football player turned his attention back to the two janitors and Lucee walked to the office behind the stage.
Ham heard the light knock at his open door and saw her standing there. "Lucee! What a surprise. It's been weeks since you've come here during the day," the little man said. "Business or pleasure?"
Lucee flashed a genuine smile and received his warm friendly kiss. They both were the same height, which somehow amused her, but nothing else about Ham amused her. He 'was a strong, intent and an extremely shrewd businessman. There was nothing amusing about his manner or ideas. He and Lucee had shared many evenings in bed together, while his wife Liza and Ted frolicked somewhere else, or sometimes, even all four in the same bed. Pleasure was his business.
"A little of both," she said. "But where's Liza? I thought she was usually her during the day."
"Upstairs fixing a few decorative details to one of the party rooms. I'll call her and tell her you're her. Perhaps the three of us...."
"I really don't have time to play," she interrupted. "I still have some shopping to do, but I would like to see her. It's been weeks."
Ham smiled and switched the intercom on to call his wife. Lucee thought a threesome in bed for the rest of the afternoon would be most enjoyable. But there was not enough time this particular afternoon. Though, she thought, if Ted is going to see Carla, he might indulge. Perhaps....
"She'll be down in a minute," he said. "Liza was as surprised as I that you came by. She asked it Ted were with you. How is he?"
"As well as ever," she said. "He said to give his regards and that he would see you next week. That's what I came by for reservations."
"Come on Lucee. You know that you don't need a reservation. What do you have on your evil little mind?"
"Caught in the act," she chuckled. "I never have been able to fool you. I did come with a special request."
"What kind of request?" came a feminine voice from the door and Liza walked to her friend and kissed her cheek. Liza towered over both of them. At six feet tall she stood a full half foot over her husband and Lucee. Her long silken white hair accented the smooth rising of her breasts through the low cut minidress that hung a full twelve inches above her knees. Luccee always envied the taller woman's beauty and height, thinking that it would give her a special power over men, but she wasn't jealous. They were good friends ... after a few pleasant exchanges about each other's health and looks, Liza asked again, "What kind of request were you about to make to my man?"
Lucee accepted a drink from Ham and said, "Do you remember the couple Ted and I told you about the last time we were here together?"
"Simpson, wasn't it," Ham said. "I remember Ted saying that he hoped to get them her after a little special work."
"That's right," she continued. "And now, we are nearly ready. Ted is asking them to come to the beach with us for the weekend. Apparently the time is right. He has already had a taste of the girl. He told me to tell you that, Ham. Says you'll really enjoy her."
"Well, good," he said, "But why the request? Why not just bring them in some night?"
"There is something special about them. The girl is young, and especially naive. She has some kind of idea that she's better than any of the rest of the world, and I want to teach the proud little bitch a lesson she won't forget for awhile."
"Women are vengeful animals," he smiled knowingle. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, we always have a special initiation for new members and I have a really good one for her," she said. "Your animal, Hugo."
Ham whistled softly. "That's dangerous, you know. You wouldn't believe the way that brute's hung, but that alone isn't the crux. He could become violent. There are only certain types of women that he can stand, and I doubt if your sweet little friend would be one of them."
"But if he were under strict orders," she said. "He wouldn't do anything to her. Nothing that would cause anything more than a little pain and humiliation, and she needs that."
"I suppose that might work, he said. "But we'll have to be careful."
"We might enjoy watching," Liza interjected.
"Precisely what I had in mind," Lucee said, smiling to her friend and seeing the hulking Hugo standing in the open door behind her.
"Come in," Ham said. "We were just talking about you. Mrs. Horton, here, likes you. She has an idea that should please you a great deal."
The huge bodyguard stood for a moment, digesting the simple sentences he had just heard. He always made a point of listening precisely to what Ham told him. He owed everything to him and felt that no request was too much to do for his employer.
The smaller man had attained sainthood as far as the huge man was concerned. Hugo had been seriously hurt in a game six years before and the brain injuries he had incurred had made it impossible for him to ever play again. If Ham had not taken care of him, Hugo would be living on skid row like any other broken down athlete who hadn't planned for the future.
Ham had paid all the bills because his success, as the success of many men, had earned him an assortment of enemies, some of whom would not hesitate to resort to violence to stop him. A bodyguard was a good idea and Ham took advantage of the injured ballplayer, enlisting his services as a temporary bodyguard, but his supposed generosity had won him a worshiper for life.
"Good, boss, if you say so," Hugo said, looking quizzically at Ham. It was very seldom that he was allowed any real pleasure. He spent most of his waking hours ensuring that his boss was comfortable and safe.
"Of course, I say so, Hugo. Just do as Mrs. Horton directs." Hugo nodded and she spoke. "My husband and I are bringing a girl here Wednesday night. We are going to take her upstairs. You know what happens there don't you?"
He answered her. There was little that he didn't know as far as the upstairs was concerned. He was an assistant host as well as bodyguard.
"Good. The girl and her husband have never been initiated into the club and as this is their first time, we thought you might like to take part in the ceremony," she said. Lucee always talked to Hugo as if he were a child because it always gave her a feeling of superiority. He understood everything that she said, and though she didn't realize it he would not have been so lenient with her condescending tone of voice if she had not been a friend of Ham's.
She continued adding spice to her words. "You can have the girl in bed. She's young and very, very beautiful, but too innocent. You could teach her so many things."
"And we'll all be watching to make certain you do it right," Ham smiled. Hugo, too, was smiling at the prospect, but he wasn't sure if he should be used like that, to have people watching other people in bed, but he had never been a part of it, except for a few fleeting glances at the bedroom acrobats. Ham's reassuring voice, though, told him it would be all right. Hugo knew that his boss had done the same thing more than once, so he felt, perhaps it would be a privilege.
* * *
Carla Simpson hesitantly opened the front door to her house and her heart jumped to her throat. Ted was standing outside. He had raised his hand to knock again and she stared at the upraised fist in a sudden terror. "Hey, don't be frightened," he said jokingly. "You scared me as much as I did you."
The girl drew in a deep breath and stepped aside. She knew it would do no good to try to keep him out. Until Michael's embezzlement was covered up she would have to remain his servant. It was the first time she had heard from him in five days and had hoped that he would have decided not to do anything. Perhaps he has changed his mind, was all she could think of since that night, though, she knew it was not true. That would just not be like Ted at all and was just too much to pray for.
"Shall we start again," he said with a cocky grin, his words a directive more than a question.
"I don't have the time, Ted. I have to pick Michael up at the office," she lied, trying to stall him off as best she could.
"Now Carla. I'm picking Michael up in two hours. Should we go in the same car, or did you want to split him?" he laughed. He had told her husband that he would drive him home in order to made sure that he would be safe and alone with Carla.
"All right," she said walking dejectedly to the kitchen to heat the coffee. He followed her down the hallway silently and she wished he would speak. What can he want? she thought. The only good that had come from her night with Ted, was that now she and her husband were fighting for something together. But they had no weapons, and did not really know what they were fighting. Ted had not made anything clear. It was up to him to set the battle-line. They would be on the defensive, until then, no matter what.
And, Carla knew, though she would not admit it to herself, that she still had horrible mixed emotions about her night with Ted. As she pulled a cup and saucer from the cupboard she could not remove the image of Ted's demands on her body that had given her so much pleasure not many nights before.
"I'm not drinking alone," he said, interrupting her thoughts.
Without protesting she drew another mug from the shelf and turned to face him. He sat at the breakfast nook smoking an extra long cigarette, watching her through a smoke ring he had just blown. He took his time to speak.
"Haven't you anything to say?" he asked. "You didn't think that I would evaporate, did you? It's one trick I haven't learned yet, but I'm working on it." Ted was pleased with what he said. He considered himself something of a wit, but Carla considered him something much less.
"Of course not," she said, trying to cover her emotions. "But, I thought perhaps you had changed your mind. Really Ted, if you would think about it...."
"Oh I've been thinking about it," hhe said. "But I've only been making plans, not destroying them" He looked behind her. "The coffee is ready."
"What kind of plans do you mean?" she said hoping to discover what he really wanted. If she had something definite to tell Michael, then maybe they would have something to fight with. Her own curiosity was aroused, also. A man with his imagination could come up with anything. If it was only sex he was thinking of, then she would be in for something more than their first encounter and Carla wondered silently to herself if she had the strength of will to go through all that shame and humiliation again.
"Plans for all of us," he said taking a sip of the hot black drink. He didn't need to put anything into the cups. He wanted to have her again this afternoon, but he knew by her nervous fidgeting that he wouldn't need the potion this time.
"When I bring Michael home I'll tell him my plan also. By the way, you haven't told him about the other night, have you?"
"No," she lied. "How could I?"
"Good. He doesn't need to know yet." His reply puzzled her. "You won't have to tell him that I was here this afternoon either."
"Ted, I can't ... "
"Of course, you can. We have the time.
"You, Michael, Lucee and I," he said, "will be taking a little trip together this weekend."
Carla was again surprised. "I don't think I could stand it," she said, her eyes opening in shock. "I just couldn't be together with Lucee and Michael, knowing that we had done what we did .
"And will do again," he interrupted. "You look warm ... Take off your blouse."
Carla was shocked. She looked toward the open kitchen window and back at him. He always succeeded in catching her off guard. The thought of stripping in the kitchen confused her mind and when Ted told her to close the window and draw the drapes, she obeyed almost mechanically and stood silent. He glared at her and continued to speak, while whe started slowly to unbutton her blouse.
"There's nothing to worry about," he said. "The four of us will have a very cozy time in the beachhouse. Lucee has told you about our retreat, hasn't she?" The girl nodded and fumbled with the third button.
His eyes burned into her brain. His smile enfuriated her. She wanted to smash those perfect teeth and end her torment, forever, but he continued to talk in his usual smooth way while she moved as thpugh a slave following her masters commands. 'The four of us will get to know one another very well before the weekend's over."
For a moment she didn't understand what he meant. Then it hit her like a bolt. Michael would never stand for it! It was the first time that she realized that Ted was talking about swapping partners! She had heard of people doing it, but as far as she could remember, she had never met anyone who had actually done it! Her mind recoiled in horror at what he was suggesting but her hands moved on and against her conscious will unfastened the fourth and fifth buttons of her blouse.
The kitchen air felt cool in the cleavage between her young, perfect breasts. She knew that Ted would take her again, that he was going to do it to her right in her own kitchen, in broad daylight. She and Michael had never made love during the day, except on their honeymoon, but then the drapes were drawn in a large dark hotel room. The prospect strangely excited her, but she held back, her vow not to let him touch her again flickering through her swirling brain.
Ted Horton continued talking about the trip. "Lucee has plans for Michael, too." Then he paused, seeing the anguished look on her face. You don't think it can be done, do you?" he smiled. "Well, it just may surprise you how easy it's going to be."
Carla forgot the cool air for a moment. She could not be part of a conspiracy against her husband. If he were to be unfaithful it would be her fault and she had done enough already. But Ted anticipated her.
"And don't think for one minute little girl, that you are going to tell him in advance. If you warn him, it would take the fun out of it. Neither of you can get out of this now and you know it. Michael would be in jail in one hour if I were to ever spill what I know. So just relax and let's enjoy it." His grin broadened as he saw the defeated look cross over the young wife's face as though the end of thw world were coming.
Carla dropped her hands to her sides. What could she do? The cocky smiling man held all the trump cards and she would just have to play along. Obviously, nothing else would work.
"I told you to take off your blouse!" he commanded. She did as he said, slowly, slightly embarrassed, but, in spite of her helplessness, strangely aroused by the thought of him looking at her naked breasts in broad daylight. He decided to change his original plan, and only tease her this afternoon. It would make her more pliable when they got together at the beach.
Ted stared at the round firmness of her naked breasts. The cool air had extended her nipples, causing them to become erect. She mechanically dropped the blouse to the freshly washed floor. The buttons clicked on the tile. Her hands hung limply at her sides awaiting the next command. Ted watched her, amused with his game. "Shoes," he said, and she bent to remove them.
The weight of her breasts pressed toward the floor as she stood on one foot, then the other. She spent a moment longer than necessary arranging her shoes neatly on the floor. The weight of her full breasts hanging loosely pulled at the muscles in her chest, the muscles that kept her firm and young looking. She shivered inwardly at the weird sensation of stripping her clothes off if front of a man who wasn't even her husband.
Ted watched the fine white breasts as they swayed gently beneath her moving body. He had an idea how it made her feel but said nothing as she arranged her shoes. If she wanted to work herself up, he would let her.
The tile was cold to the bottom of her warm feet. She could feel her temperature rising.
"Well, what are you stalling for?" he asked, enjoying his power to command her to the utmost.
She straightened up at his wors and started to walk meekly toward him.
"No," he said. "The skirt. Take off your skirt, and make it good."
Her face flushed. She was being made into a common stripper, giving him a thrill, she thought. Though the blind was drawn, the room was still bright with the harsh light that kitchens always seem to emanate. Slowly she put both hands behind her back to find the zipper. Her shoulders were back as she started hesitantly to unzip the skirt. She had to lean forward slightly to unfasten the button and her breasts swayed sensuously with the motion of her body. Her nipples were straight and erect. A red flush of sexual excitement spread involuntarily across her chest. The button came undone easily and she started to slide the skirt over her hips.
It came off easily and fell to the floor with the blouse and shoes. She stood naked except for the silk panties. Ted did not have to tell her to take them off. She did it easily, turning her back to him, exposing the lush full moons of her soft, white buttocks, which gleamed marble-like in the shaded light. He had an erection and his blook filled penis pressed hard against his pants as she dropped the flimsy, nylon panties onto the pile.
"Show me that you are enjoying yourself," he said and for a moment she thought to walk toward him, but knew that he did not want that. He wanted to further humiliate her and she knew there was nothing at all she could do about it. And now ... standing completely naked and exposed in front of him in her own kitchen and she was not certain there was anything she wanted to do about it. Not certain the small subtle flames licking at her body would allow her to do anything but bend to his will. The dampness now growing in her pussy urged her to go to him. She could see that his left hand was below the table top and she knew that he was softly massaging his swollen penis. She wanted to do it for him but knew also that he wanted something else, something more bizarre and tantalizing from her before he took her.
Carla had read enough novels to guess her own next move. She put her hands to her breasts and cupped the firm succulent flesh. Her eyes were glued to his. She thought he wanted her to excite him by touching herself until he was ready to take her. Her own touch was becoming too much. The dampness between her legs had increased. The soft pink lips of her vagina were filling with desire and need.
"Sit on the table and play with yourself for me," he said, his eyes glowing from the passion building in his mind.
Oh no! Her mind raced again in confusion. He wanted her to finger herself! Oh God, the same shame again!
She had masturbated guiltily a few times when Michael had been neglecting her for so long, but to do it in front of another person, in front of a man! Her mind rebelled at the obscene thought, but her hand was no longer under her control and slid compulsively from her breasts down across her belly to her thighs as she slid her buttocks up on the edge of the table and lifted her knees up to her breasts. The whole of her loins were exposed to his seeking eyes. She was afraid. More afraid than when he had taken her from behind!
Carla could not pinpoint her fear but it was there, cruel and unyielding! She only wanted natural sex, or at least as close as she might come to it. But to masturbate in front of this man was too much!
While her mind rebelled in futile protest, her fingers plotted a course of their own through the soft blond silken hairs above her cuntal opening. Ted watched her part the thin, pubic hair between her legs and with a small mewling groan slip a finger down the wet, pink slit and play with the swollen clitoris that throbbed there with a seeming life of its own. He had excited himself, playing with his massive throbbing cock, but he forced himself to stop. He would save it for tonight at home, and save her for the weekend. He wanted her worked up to the boiling point before he threw it to her before the unbelieving eyes of her own husband in a few short days.
The girl sat back on the table, unaware now of the man in her kitchen. Her fingers slid from her clitoris to the smooth, wet opening of her cunt that throbbed and contracted down between her open legs-as though it were a hungry animal craving to be fed. Her head rolled salaciously back and forth on her shoulders, her long blonde hair swinging around her neck and breasts as though she were being lashed by an invisible tormentor standing over her.
Down between her widely spread things, her probing fingers stroked rapaciously at the soft pink flesh and then suddenly with a wet, slippery noise pushed themselves deep up inside the hair-lined lips of her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh," she moaned aloud, her mouth dropping open at the first sensuous touch. Her twisting body still for a moment, absorbing like sweet nectar the pleasure rippling through her. And then, with a deep throated groan that seemed to come from the very depths of her primeval being, she began to move the fingers in small, erotic circles, teasing cruelly at the smooth, fleshy walls of her inner vagina. It was good, soooo good ... but not good enough! She needed a man!
"Ted, Ted ... please...." she moaned piteously in her agony, her eyes tightly closed to block out the sight of the triumphant grin she knew he would be bearing.
But, there was not a sound and she opened them slightly, praying to see him standing before her, naked, his erected cock jutting out from his body and ready to fill her with its massive flesh.
Carla Simpson's eyes raced desperately around the shaded room, hoping against hope that it was all a lie, that he was still there ... but it was to no avail. She groaned in helpless agony and let her hand slip wetly from between her legs. There was no use in going on. The thought of having Ted take her had made doing it to herself useless. She would never be able to satisfy herself now, and could only pray that perhaps Michael would throw her to the floor when he came home and quench the fire raging in her belly. There was no other way, no other way! Helplessly, she slid from the table to the floor and with effort picked up her fallen clothes. Tiny tears streamed down her cheeks.
God! Oh, God, what was going to become of her! She knew that this afternoon she had had no choice but follow Ted's commands and strip her clothes from her body as he told her, but suddenly begin enjoying it and then begging for it was another thing. Perhaps, she was just the whore that Michael had snouted she was when he found out about her night with Ted. Perhaps that was all she was, just a hot, fucking little whore who was ready to drop her pants at any prick that came along!
CHAPTER FIVE
Carla heard Ted's car, with her husband and Ted inside, pull into the driveway. She walked toward the door to be ready to meet him when he entered, hoping Ted wouldn't insist on coming into the house. She didn't want to see him. Though she knew she would have to face him on Friday, perhaps she would not have to go through looking at him just now after the humiliation he had subjected her to earlier in the afternoon. Just as she came to the swinging door between the kitchen and living room, she saw a note scribbled on the blackboard she used as a reminder with her shopping; she didn't have to guess that the handwriting belonged to Ted.
The note was short and not so sweet. There was a single sentence, instructing her to make sure Michael would accept the weekend invitation and she knew she had no choice. In a moment her husband wuould be in the house and she would have to conspire against him.
Carla quickly erased the board and decided to wait for him in the kitchen, pretending to be busy preparing beef stroganoff, through all she had left to finish was putting a fire under the meal. Unaware, she thought, I must be unaware that Ted has invited us to the beach. Ted would be surprised at Michael's acting as if he realized that Michael knew about their affair the other night. It would make him angry and there was no telling what he might do. She tried to turn her mind to more pleasant thoughts as her husband entered the kitchen alone; she found herself breathing a small sigh of relief.
"Ted's got something up his sleeve," he said, without even greeting her, and she could see that he was extremely angry. It must have been horrible for Michael, she thought, riding all the way home with Ted, knowing the man had totally debauched his wife. Michael was not a violent man, but a situation like that could have made most men commit murder.
"He's invited us to the beach for the weekend," he continued. She said nothing for a minute, waiting to hear his reaction. "What the hell does he think he's doing"? he almost yelled, slamming his fist on the counter. She watched him look around the kitchen uselessly looking for semething else to hit to relieve the pressure building in his brain.
"I don't, know, darling," she said, walking toward him. "Let's have a drink. It'll settle you down for a while and we can try to determine what he wants. Who knows, maybe he has even changed his mind and isn't going to do anything," she said, wondering how Michael would feel if he knew that Lucee was going to make a play for him.
She followed him into the living room and stood beside him as he fixed them a highball. He talked about his dislike for Ted and she listened dutifully, knowing that there was no way on earth for them to get out of what was going to follow in a day and a half. They had to go through with it and that was all there was to it.
Though Michael's job seemed no longer important to him, Carla didn't want to wait for a man who might spend ten years in prison, therefore, she wanted to please Ted at all costs. But Michael's focus was upon their marriage and their lives together, lives that were in jeopardy. If Ted could keep them under his power they would be no longer free. If he had to live under the yoke of fear, allowing his wife to sleep with another man, then his life was not worth living. He had not considered that Lucee was also a conspirator in the plot.
"Perhaps we should go with them to find out what he wants," she suggested when she found Michael had not completely agreed to go. He had told Ted that he would see if Carla had made any other plans for the weekend, but Ted was not worried, not after his afternoon visit to her kitchen.
"There is nothing we can do without knowing what he really has planned," she said. "I don't think it can do any harm. At least, not if the two of us are there."
She almost believed her own words as she spoke. Ted was obviously a professional at blackmailing women into his bed, and apparently, to Carla, so was Lucee. She was at his mercy and could not tell her husband that she too had joined the conspirators.
His high morals had not kept him from stealing, but hey had kept him from other women. Sex was sacred to Michael. Though they had been married for several years now, he failed to recognize that it was not just something they happened to share with each other. The idea had never occurred to him that other women could give him much more pleasure than his wife. Nor had it occurred to him that he could give her much more pleasure than he did. As far as he knew, there was only one way to do it properly, and that was the way he always did.
Carla, however, had discovered new innovations through Ted, making her more susceptible to the idea that they could go to the beach house. She did not believe that Michael would be seduced by Lucee. But the exhilarating thought of being made love to by Ted, even though she knew it was wrong, drew her to the subconscious conclusion that they must go. Consciously she could not accept what she had done. But subconsciously she needed to be used like Ted used her, demeaning her in her own eyes, using her as a means to an end, not as a feeling, sensitive human being.
"I don't know if it'll be safe for you, honey. I know they'll try something," Michael said hesitantly.
"We have to take the chance though, darling," she said. "If we don't do at lease that much, he could decide that he should turn you in. No one would believe that he had done to me what he had, and after all, it isn't a crime. He didn't rape me. And even if I testified that he did, it would hold up in court. If he disclosed to the police and the company that you've been embezzling, no one would believe anything I said. So we just must go."
* * *
Michael and Ted chatted in the front seat, while Lucee sat on her left, telling her about the nightclub. Carla barely heard her. The last time she had been in a nightclub she had ended the night in bed with another man. I could never talk to Lucee if I knew she had been to bed with my husband, she thought. How can she do it so casually, as though nothing had happened?
Carla was still seeing the flashing strobe lights that had beat on her brain a little over a week before and her thoughts roamed aimlessly. She watched her husband nod now and then while Ted talked about the beach and the tan they could get with only one weekend. She thought they would probably not see much sun if the Hortons had their way...." sailboat is in perfect condition," Ted said. "We should have good weather all weekend. Have you ever sailed?" he asked Michael over the boom-thump of a folk rock song on the radio. He shook his head.
"Not much sailing water in the, midwest," he said.
"Then you'll have to learn. You happen to be lucky enough to have one of the best teachers on the coast," he bragged. "What about you, Carla," he asked, turning his head to look at her.
"Fine," she said, wishing he would keep his eyes straight ahead. The traffic was too heavy to be looking around and not paying attention to the road. Finally, to take her mind from Ted's driving, she turned to Lucee and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.
They all continued to talk. Michael was more relaxed with Ted now, and Carla forced herself to speak with Lucee in order to keep Ted from turning around again. She would rather spend the day in bed with him than die with him. She nervously watched the water as they came out onto route one. The dunes were high and there was no danger of going over a cliff, at least not yet. Ted had slowed to seventy miles an hour, which was still too fast for the road. The sand glared at her through her sunglasses. She must buy some of those brown-lensed ones, she thought. They keep out the glare.
"Here we are," Lucee announced. "It's the yellow house out there," pointing toward a large beachhouse on stilts, separated from the other summer homes by fifty yards of sand. "We bought all the land around the place, keeping our neighbors at more than arm's length. It gives us a lot of privacy, even though there are so many other people living nearby. Most of them are old and nearly ready to retire. We don't have much in common with them."
Ted slowed the car to turn into the drive. He cursed at several bearded surfers standing near the entranceway, their thumbs out. "I don't know how the hell they expect to get a ride carrying those boards with them," he said.
"Come on," Ted said after he stopped the car in the driveway. "I'll show you two the boat."
"I had better unload the car," Michael replied.
"Okay. Lucee, you help him and I'll show Carla out little boat," he said, taking her hand forcefully and leading her down the stone path to the boathouse sixty feet from the cabin.
Carla held back as much as she dared. She was afraid to go anywhere alone with Ted under the circumstances, and kept looking back at her husband, hoping he would come with them. But he only watched her for a moment, then opened the trunk and began lifting out suitcases and groceries. Oh well, Ted wouldn't dare do anything so soon, she thought. Not with her husband so close by.
She stood behind him as he unlocked the padlock that fastened the boathouse door. Another key opened the door on the lock, and he opened it, stepping aside for her to enter first.
For a moment she forgot her fears. A beautiful thirty-foot sailboat lay in shallow water before her. The mast stood tall in the boathouse, its top thrust through a hole in the roof. She could see the canvas that would be folded back in order to let the tall spire slide out if its prison whenever it was ready to sail.
Ted Horton watched her as she scanned the sleek lines of the sloop. "It sleeps four comfortably," he said. "We might even give it a try while we're here. Lucee and I readied her for sailing last weekend. It's an experience you won't forget as long as you live."
Carla didn't hear anything he said. She was picturing herself and Michael sailing away from the entire civilized world on the boat, escaping from every problem that plagued them, particularly his embezzlement and her obscene affair with Ted that was threatening to destroy her. Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her to him for a second. "Come on, I'll show you the inside. You'll like the cabin. Lucee decorated it." Carla held his hand as she walked down the small gnagway to the shining mahogany deck. "Eighty thousand dollars," she heard him say. "My wife's father was a reasonably wealthy man. He left her enough money to keep me from working the rest of my life, but I enjoy being active. It keeps me young."
Her hand rubbed the smooth finish on the dark rail and cupped the shiny brass cover of one of the running lights. The boat seemed alive to her, ready to take off and fly across the mysterious sea. It rocked slightly as they walked across the deck and she was scared for a moment. It was nearly dark in the boathouse, the only light coming from a single window and a hole in the roof, which beamed a shaft of light dimly onto the deck.
Carla marveled at the simplicity of the lines that rose to the mast. Each had a job to do. She could easily imagine the sails set, full and billowing with the wind pushing them to their maximum as they pulled the boat through the ocean. She could feel the salt spray splashing at her sunburned skin as she tugged at the helm, trying to keep on course.
Then her dream broke as Ted lifted the cover that secured the hatch and opened the entrance to the ladderway. She didn't want to go below with him, but her love at first sight for the boat led her on. She wanted to see more and she strangely felt almost at home here in its grand simplicity.
The ladderwell was dark and the light from outside cast eerie shadows on the bulkhead as she descended. She was careful not to lose her footing and be embarrassed before the eyes of the beautiful boat, which she felt was her friend. Carefully she reached the bottom and stood still in the darkness.
"Wait here," Ted said and walked across the cabin, his head slightly bent, to turn on the light. "The other switch is temporarity bent, to turn on the light. "The other switch is temporarily out. It could get hairy at night trying to find this switch. A heavy sea could wreck an inexperienced sailor just trying to walk across the cabin in the dark."
He continued talking, showing her the particulars of the living accommodations, but she did not hear him. Her eyes searched every corner of the cabin, devouring all of it. The boat had been given loving care by the Hortons and she found herself wondering how two people who loved a thing so much could be so cruel to other people. A moment later, the answer became obvious to her.
Carla tried to stop thinking, when she watched Ted draw one of the bunks from the wall. It unfolded into a five by six foot double bed, complete with sheets and pillows. Oh, no, she thought, her mind recoiling as she watched him work. Not here, not now, with Michael and Lucee outside. He wouldn't dare!
Ted said nothing and made no move towards her as he completed his task and stepped forward to the bow and closed the door. Carla still did not move. She just could not let him take her like this as though she were just someone he had picked up moments before off the streets. She had to put him off some way until the others came. Her heart was beating like a drum and she breathed a short sigh of relief as he disappeared momentarily into the small closet-like toilet. It would give her time to collect her suddenly disorganized thoughts.
But then, after what seemed only an instant of time, she heard the toilet flush and saw the door open.
Ted stood before her naked and then she knew there would be no escape. He was demanding her body now even though he must know Michael would come looking for them in just a few minutes! Why? she thought desperately. Why does he want to do this? "Ted," she suddenly pleaded with him. "We can't, Michael and Lucee will be down here soon. What if they caught us?"
"Don't worry about him. Lucee will see to it that he doesn't bother us." He grinned obscenely at her from his nakedness in the dim light, his eyes cruel and unyielding.
Carla did not believe him, but felt powerless. She looked at his naked body and his organ hanging limply down from his loins. She could see that it was starting to fill with blood, inflating itself with desire. She wanted to run but knew better. He would only make things worse for both she and Michael later on if she did not bow to his demands now.
Turning she started slowly up the ladderway. Ted watched her, not moving, not saying a word. He knew what would happen. She reached the top, and stood still for a moment, thinking of the swelling penis that awaited her below. It wasn't right, but he had the upper hand, she tried to rationalize, but knew even as she fought within herself, that she was lying to herself. She wanted him and nothing could change that. She took another step up and heard him laugh softly behind her as she mechanically pulled the cover over the hatch.
She turned around after securing the hatch with a hook, to keep intruders out. She descended the ladder back to the cabin where Ted still stood where she had left him. He was smiling arrogantly, his body silhouetted by the single light behind him. She wished he would turn it off but knew that it would be left on. It was one of his prices that he watch her succumbing to him, that he actually see her repulsion turning slowly to lust as he played upon her naked body. With instructions she began to unbutton her blouse. He stared at her fingers awaiting the moment when her breasts would fall free from their constricting cover and breath hungrily at the fresh salt air.
She hung the blouse on a hook by her head and removed her shorts and silk panties quickly at the same time. Then, hanging them beside her blouse, she stood silently for his inspection, knowing that he wanted to see her before he took her.
There would be no Michael to save her now and no way out. This was the man who had taken her in the most horrible, unthinkable ways and made her like it! He had humiliated her beyond all recall simply telling her what to do, and making her blindly follow his instructions without protest. She had even stood before him in her own kitchen, nude and masturbated herself into shame simply because he had commanded her to do it. Now they were again alone, this time deep in the belly of this beautiful boat, about to do it again while her husband kept company with his wife not over a hundred feet away. What had happened to her? She had no more pride left as a human being and followed his commands like an obedient animal!
She felt like a helpless slave as she stood feeling the salt air flow around her naked thighs. There was no excitement in her. She was a machine until she turned her gaze to Ted and her eyes dropped involuntarily to his loins..
His penis had filled with desire. He had been standing in the same spot, his hands on his hips, watching her as she stood nude and vulnerable before him. His imagination had taken him already to the bed, thinking of ways he would take her there. Now he was hard. His massive prick jutted out from his body like a harpoon poised to strike at a fleeing whale.
Her eyes were glued to the glistening head that rose and fell with his pulse as he stood watching her. Her next task was simple. She would walk to him, but ... not like she was. She could not let him take her cold. It was bad enough to be a slave, but if she were completely cold, she would be no better than a common prostitute. If he were to take her, he would have to make her feel it, he would have to make her want it. It was her condition, the one rule she could make.
Ted did not have to be told to excite her. He wanted her as hot as he could possibly get her. He wanted her to submit to him and beg him to fuck her. It would increase the satisfaction no end. As he walked toward her, she took a few steps in his direction. Without trying she could feel the tips of her nipples rise in erection, imitating the hard flesh that jutted from his body. A red flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step and the quiet rolls of the yacht. She stopped, her feet spread wide, her hands placed defiantly on her hips.
So she wants to be a leader, he thought. She thinks that she can make me do as she wishes. Guess again young lady. He reached out and pinched her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the sudden unexpected pain.
He laughed at her surprised look. She had not expected anything so sudden, or quite so painful. Michael had never taken the liberty to inch her breasts. He had always caressed them gently with his hands, but nothing further. She dropped her hands to her sides as he let go of the sore nipple.
Her head fell back for a moment, then rolled forward just in time to see the top of Ted's head as he bent and wetly touched his lips to her nipple. No one had ever paid so tender attention to her breasts. The memory of the pain of a moment before was gone as he caressed the involuntarily hardening tip with his tongue.
He played for a moment with it, then suddenly sucked the whole end of her breasts between his teeth, forcing the firm flesh to give as he took as much as he could into his mouth, sucking at it like a nursing baby.
Carla had heard of women climaxing from breast stimulation, but had never been stimulated by it herself. Now she experienced something new. She was not surprised, though. Ted seemed to know every secret thing about her body, though he had only touched her twice before. Every pore, every nerve was at his command. She could feel her clitoris hardening to its own erection between her legs, lubricated by the damp fluids that were slowly beginning to seep from her pussy....
It was so sweet, she thought, her head lolling back and forth on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she imitated the rocking of the boat as it rolled gently in the swells coming from the sea. She anticipated the mooring of the rock hard penis into her soft flesh of her vagina and the lewd thought started another flood of cuntal liquids within her. The warm, tantalizing fluid found its way from the thin hair-lined opening between her closed thighs and trickled slowly onto the white flesh of her upper legs. She was trembling with excitement.
Her repulsions as Ted, his mouth still locked tightly to her breasts, knew were vanishing with each passing moment. The luxury and strangeness of the boat, her nakedness, and even the fact that her own husband might suddenly come bursting in and find her being fucked half to death by another man, thrilled and frightened her as she had never been frightened before. She felt a thrilling desire to be completely debauched and ravished, her fleeting guilt soaring away in the wind of passion that was suddenly enveloping the wholf of her now writhing body.
She made no protest as Ted, his tongue swirling around her breast, slowly and deliberately pushed her back toward the sagging mattress of the bunk. She was ready, roared through her mind. God, was she ready and groaned in protest when she felt his lips leave her momentarily as the backs of her knees touched the edge of the bunk and she fell back limply on the waiting mattress. Her eyes opened and she could see him standing above her, his wide-eyed gaze locked to the juncture of her open thighs.
"Oh, God, Ted, come to me! Please come to me," she murmured between her tightly clenched teeth, her arms outstretched to receive him.
And then he did, the flesh of his body covering her like a warm protective blanket, his chest panting down and squashing her hard, firm breasts down into her chest until she could hardly breathe. She quivered beneath him like a strange, glowing, sensual delight as he whispered down into her ear.
"God, I'm going to fuck you this time like I never have before."
"Oh, God Ted, please do. Fuck me good this time, fuck me good." she whimpered. "Do it quick before Michael comes."
He grunted and their mouths locked wetly together and she squirmed and writhed her body hotly up against his nakedness. Her hand slid hungrily down between their tightly locked bodies and forced its way between them to grasp the throbbing head of his hardened cock.
"Ooooh, baby, you are learning, you are learning," he groaned into her open mouth as she stroked gently at his loins, curling her slim fingers lasciviously down around the softness of his testicles. He moaned spasmodically and his cock jerked up of its own volition away from her grasping fingers.
Carla murmured and a gasp of protest died as his head dropped and mouth moved voraciously down over her neck and breasts, bringing mixed gasps of pain and pleasure as he nipped at them teasingly with the sharpness of his teeth. And then his pribing tongue moved on away and he slid down her body. His lips cut a searing trail beneath her breasts and down to the slight indentation of her naval, then swirled thre momentarily, driving her almost insane as he began a further descent.
"Do you want me to lick you there," he suddenly lifted his lips from the smooth whiteness of her belly and teased.
"Ooooooh, yes, Ted, do it, for God's sake, do it!" she whimpered down at his grinning face outlined cherub-like between her uplifted thighs.
"Do what," he teased further, blowing the heat of his breath tantalizing down between her open legs.
"Suck me," she hissed, her words rolling out unashamedly. "Oh God, stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it! Fill me with it!"
And suddenly she had no longer to wait. He nuzzled her thighs far apart with his shoulders and pressing his thumbs outward on the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt, slowly opened the smooth pink slit until the tight, throbbing mouth was completely exposed to his delighted gaze. She curled her legs around his neck and pressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs tightly against his ears. Her loins were a hot, raging whirlpool and her mouth opened, a long low banshee scream rolling from between her lips. Like a moving snake, his tongue had slithered wetly into her cunt, sending a sharp, quivering spasm racing in her spine.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted as he swirled it lasciviously around and around in the warm, liquid depths, flicking teasingly at the tight contracting walls of her burning pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhh," she murmured on and on, her head flailing helpless from side to side on the swaying bunk.
Ted Horton licked and sucked as though he were trying to devour the whole of her open crotch, using lips and teeth and his wildly thrusting tongue as though he were a starving animal. Wet, moist sucking noises echoed through the small interior of the cabin increasing Carla's excitement almost to the bursting point. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel that huge, throbbing prick of his reaming her cunt inside out until there was nothing left of either of them.
She tangled her hands desperately in his bobbing hair, her eyes tightly closed in the ecstasy of the moment.
"Get between my legs, Ted," she breathed, her voice coming in small mewling gasps, "Get up on top of me and put your cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck me ... fuck me...."
The obscenity and wild abandon of her own words was making her blood run faster, causing her head to spin slightly. The effect adding to the sudden illusion that the whole of her body was nothing more than a great gaping cunt, a cunt that had to be fucked and fucked until it slowly disappeared into nothingingness. Nothing else mattered in the world but this feeling of lewd, intense longing. Nothing else at all, not her husband, not his wife, not the money. Only this wonderful throbbing, swirling ball of white, hot heat burning in her belly as his tongue sliced mercilessly down there between her jerking thighs.
Ted crawled up her body, forcing her thighs even farther apart. She was wet and wide open to the hardened cock protruding now like a tree out from the forest of his pubic hair. Her cunt was like a hot, scorching furnance waiting for the life-giving fuel to be shovelled to it ... And then it came....
With one long hard thrust of his hips he shattered into her. Long, strong, and superbly smooth. His huge, pulsating cock, battered into her like the log it resembled, pushing the smooth fleshy walls of her steaming cunt in rippling waves before its surging power.
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Ted! Oooooooooh, Ted. You're a God! You're a God," she whimpered and moaned out her pleasure beneath him as she suddenly felt it grind to a halt at the farthest tip of her cervix. His balls slapped heavily down against her upturned anus causing her to jerk again at the unexpected sensation and bringing one long, heart-rending scream of ecstasy from her open mouth. And then, without stopping its movement, it began to move around deep inside her belly, in and out, never pausing, always digging, seeming to go farther and farther all the time as though it were a great crawling monster squirming around inside her.
Carla grunted and kicked her legs out wide on either side of his grinding hips, wriggling her buttocks lasciviously down and around on the slippery coverlet of the squealing bunk. She was one great pool of wetness between her thighs and the walls of her cunt clasped hungrily at the thrusting cock pummeling into her, the fire she felt transmitting itself to her mind and blotting out all thought of anything but the magnificent fucking she was getting at the hands of this man whom she otherwise detested.
She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her, cupping her soft, squirming buttocks, then probing and tearing at her upturned rectum as the heat of his body swarmed over her, twisting and grinding deeper and deeper into her lust inflamed pussy.
Somewhere in the distance, she was aware of footsteps on the deck, but she paid no attention and neither did he. Nothing mattered but this blinding, searing heat which locked them together as though their cunt and cock connected bodies were one great struggling monster fighting to free itself from some invisible binding that lashed it to the wildly squealing bunk. His cock was filling her, filling her as though she were nothing more than a soft, wet strip of living flesh surrounding it, captured and imprisoned by its brute force from which there was no escape.
Her mouth hung open in wild, abandoned passion and she groaned out pleading obscenities at him, urging him on to heap greater and greater indignities on her naked, churning body.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me harder, deeper! Split my cunt, split it with that great driving cock of yours! Oh God, yes, fuck it, fuck it good! oh, oh, oh...."
Carla grunted and groaned beneath him, the low, hot-pitched wails of his breath permeating her ears as though they were the warning blast of a fast-moving freight. His cock was a huge, merciless animal, racing madly around inside her, making her toes curl and uncurl out in the air with each cruel, pile-driving thrust. It was one great all-consuming nightmare that blotted out all but the heavenly bliss of this magnificent fucking of her desperately straining body. She gasped and screamed, her words becoming an endless stream of uncoherent murmurs....
* * *
Carla's thoughts were no longer on her husband but he was thinking of her. He had not followed her and Ted to the boathouse initially because he wanted time to think before they came to an outright confrontation and the excuse of unloading the car would give him that time. But, with Lucee keeping him tied up in conversation every time he tried to get away he had precious little time for that in the last thirty minutes. She had finally excused herself and gone to the bathroom and he had managed to sneak out the door and clear his thoughts for a moment anyway as he headed down toward the boathouse. He decided that perhaps now was the time to have it out with Ted after what he had subjected Carla to the other night. He would threaten outright to turn him in to the police for blackmail. After all, what he had threatened to do was legally extortion under the law. That might at least scare him enough to keep him off their backs. He just couldn't let that bastard get at Carla again and force her to go to bed with him. He knew she just couldn't go through it again!
It was then that he heard the first almost inaudible whimpering sound.
"Ooooooohhhh," he heard echoing softly in the dim confines of the boathouse, a continuous noise filtering through to his ears.
"What the hell?" he muttered half aloud to himself, equating the sound to the contented purring of a pussy cat being stroked into sleep. It was very close and he closed his eyes and opened them again, straining to see into the darkness. There was nothing, and he turned to leave, his leather soled loafers clattering hard on the deck. Then, as he was ready to climb back down over the side of the boat he heard the sound more distinctly. It was a soft penetrating gasping of two almost synchronized voices, one male and one female. He paused and kept absolutely still, his flesh creeping on his arms.
He listened intently to the mewling sounds reflecting in the darkness as though someone were in pain. He stood motionless, wondering what he should do. And then he heard a more distinct female murmur followed by the male voice muttering obscenities back at her. Then, it struck him like a bolt of lightening! It was Ted and his wife!
Ted was fucking her down there and the lewd, horrible noises of their coupling was filtering up through the air vent on deck. My God, he thought crazily, they must really be going at it not to have noticed my steps on the deck. His first reaction was to run back to the hatch cover and tear it away with his bare hands. He would kill that bastard for taking advantage of Carla this way again but he held himself back. There were no screams or sounds of struggle, maybe he wasn't doing to her yet, maybe he was just trying. He would have to find out first before he made a fool of himself.
Slowly he reached down and pulled off his loafers, and crawled quietly on his stomach over to the opening of the air vent, where he could hear the sounds coming out more distinctly.
They were close, probably just below in the cabin. He could make out the vague sounds of rustling sheets and thought he could hear the dim noise of flesh smacking against flesh below. The gasps and whimpering moans rose up to meet him in the quietness of the half darkness around him.
God, he was fucking her and she obviously was enjoying it!
He wanted to leap up and shout down at them to stop, for God's sake, stop. Get off my wife! he wanted to scream out into the otherwise silence at the body he could almost visualize pumping wildly away between Carla's widespread legs, but he didn't. Instead, he lay there in the semi-state of shock, listening while another man mercilessly fucked his wife within a few cruel feet of his trembling body. What could he do? God, what could he do now? It was too late ... to late to do anything until he collected his shattered thoughts ... and even then he wasn't certain there would be anything left to do.
As he lay, the lewd, wet noises coming up from the ventilator increased in intensity and suddenly, eons later, and without even thinking about it, he found himself becoming excited. And he wished he could see them. Were they completely naked as they fucked? Or had Ted simply pushed her dress up over her hips and was screwing her through his open fly? It didn't seem they had much time to do much else, but then all things were happening more quickly than they should the last few days. He had been caught embezzling, he sweet young wife had been screwed until she almost couldn't walk by another man, and now here she was again, her voice giving out little encouraging shrieks of passion as that same man fucked her as though she were nothing but a dirty little whore while her husband listened helplessly a few feet away.
But my God, what a screw she sounds like she's giving him! She'd never, in all the times in bed with her, reacted that way with him. Her gasps sounded so desperate that he could feel a slight rise down at his loins. His prick jerked slightly, pushing heavily against the tightness of his shorts. God, that's what I've needed all this time, for her to just put out for me like that. He visualized Carla with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Ted's naked body and his cock driving hard into the tight elastic walls of her pussy and his heart and loins filled with longing. He found he was hard and his hand moved down to his arching cock to fondle it.
Now he heard his wife muttering obscenities, obscenities broken and wracked with her passion so that he thought he would die from the humiliation of her helpless pleading.
"Oooh, ooohh, fuck me Ted! Oh God, fuck me harder ... deeper ... deeper! Oh God, yes ... fuck my cunt ... fuck it. .-."
And he heard Ted's haunting words in return as he threw taunt after taunt at her. "Is it big enough for you, baby? Is it deep enough in your belly?"
"Ooooh yesss ... God yes! It's huge ... all the way in me...." she hissed between her desperate gasps of twisting effort.
"Bigger than Michael's?" he teased her on. "Does it fill you better?"
"Oh yes, ooohhh yesss ... I've never been fucked like this ... never, never ... in all my life...."
Michael listened with aching ears and clenched his eyes tightly shut as though it would blot out the horrible words he was hearing and quench the involuntary passion that continued its evil rise in his own body. God! How could it be that he could be lying here, listening to his own wife debauched and used like a whore off the streets and feel the lewd second-hand passion transmitting itself to his own body. It wasn't right! It just wasn't right!
But ... on and on it went, and he found himself unable to stop his hands at his fly and jerked his own arching cock out into the open air. His consciousness seemed to fade away into an almost impenetrable darkness as his fingers began a slow mechanical up and down motion ... up and down ... up and down ... and his own hardness grew and grew between his manipulating fingers. While below the wet slapping sounds of his wife's and Ted's bodies pounding together filled his ears and swamped his mind with the lewd pleasure and passion that came from them.
He could hear the bunk groaning and squeaking under their straining bodies and could hardly distinguish his wife's gasping breath from that of the laboring Ted thrusting his cock into her hungry clasping pussy.
Then, almost shocking him into reality again, he heard Carla's pleading cries splitting the heavy rhythm of their breathing:
"I'm cumming, Ted! OOooh God! I'm cumming! Fuck faster! Fuck faster...." and then crooned off into a weird tiny whimper as she choked and gasped her orgasm out into the heat of the cabin below.
Michael's body trembled all over, his throat parched and a wild uncontrollable aching throbbing through his still hardened cock. He was still in a state of shock, but even through the agony of hearing another man bring his wife to climax, his mind was not his own. He considered running to the house and finding Lucee. He would fuck her until she couldn't move. God, how he would throw it to her to atone for all the humiliation and indignity her husband was now heaping upon his wife. But somehow, he couldn't tear himself away from the obscene sounds still rising up from the small circular opening of the vent by his ear.
He moaned inwardly to himself as he heard his wife sigh deeply and then give an occasional small grunt of surprise or pain as Ted ground his straining cock a little deeper than before.
And now Ted's grunts were growing more desperate as he began to spit his commands at Carla to excite himself more as his own orgasm approached.
"Tighten your cunt! Damn it, squeeze it, squeeze it! Spread 'em wider ... open 'em up ... open 'em up bitch ... gonna cum ... gonna cum...."
Michael listened to the crude obscenities being hurled at his conquered wife with a flushed and haunted mixture of guilt and desire. His passion was overwhelming, and in his excitement, he found himself envious of the man who had built his wife to this searing point of lust and had her spread wide beneath him now, waiting to take his hot, swirling semen deep in her own satiated belly. His cock was hard and throbbed like a living thing in his hands, and he knew that it would not be long before it too erupted into a pulsating geyser of white-hot sperm.
He listened with bated breath to the pounding fury of Ted's body slapping down on his satiated wife and pictured him forcing her legs all the way back over her head to get deeper and deeper into her. Her responding squeals rolled from her mouth as though she had gone insane, and he felt as though he would not be able to bear it when Ted finally jetted his waiting load inside her. It would be too much torture for his own strangely mixed emotions that whirled disconnectedly through his mind.
But when it finally came and he heard the animal-like groan erupting from Ted's panting mouth, he could do nothing but lay as he was and bear the pain and humiliation as best he could.
Groan after groan after groan spewed from the invisible lips in wave after wave of ringing orgasm until it seemed to Michael that the man must be nothing but a giant reservoir of sperm that pumped endlessly from his cock into the waiting belly of his groaning wife ... and then it was finally over.
There was silence except for the heavy sounds of after breathing and a few last fleeting mewls of pleasure from Carla. They were quiet for quite awhile and Michael could hear nothing but a few low indistinct murmurs coming up from the opening of the vent. His own cock jerked slightly in his hands as he thought of Ted's long hard penis deflating slowly inside his wife's semen-flooded vagina, and he gave it a slight squeeze and forced it back in his pants. He was afraid they might come out soon, and he did not want to be here to face them and give Ted the added triumph of knowing he had heard the entire thing.
His cock stayed hard in his pants. He had never heard anyone make love before, and the obscene sound of his own wife getting fucked by another man had strangely excited him. Michael was no longer a wronged husband, but an excited listener. His morals wanted him to run now from the boathouse, but his impassioned body rejected the idea, too taken up by the thought they might do more to move from the spot.
He did not hear the soft footsteps that tiptoed up behind him and the triumph that flickered through the woman's eyes as she gazed down at his head pressed tight against the ventilator opening. Lucee knew that she too would have to play the part of the wronged woman to be able to carry this out to its final result and not spoil the ultimate plan she and Ted had so carefully devised for this young naive couple.
"W-What are they doing down there?" she whispered softly in the half darkness so as not to startle the unsuspecting Michael and cause him to cry out.
He turned his head quickly, his face flushing from the sudden embarrassment of being caught, but regained his composure quickly when suddenly it hit him that they were in this thing together. After all, it was her husband down there, balling his wife.
"Shhh," he raised his fingers to his lips and whispered secretly, a grim look shrouding his face. "I-It's Ted and my wife. T-They're making love."
Michael's face flushed from the crude admission, and he was suddenly thankful that the light was dim, and she could not see his embarrassment.
"I don't believe you," Lucee whispered back indignantly, her voice almost breaking from trying to hold back the laughter at the utter naivete of his statement.
"Come here, then," he moved aside slightly and motioned for her to join him at the opening of the vent. Lucee carefully lowered herself down beside him and pressed her ear next to his. She listened for a moment and then turned to him.
"I don't hear anything," she said softly, a feigned doubt in her words.
"Wait just a moment and you will," he assured, his voice barely audible.
They lay silent for a moment longer and then Lucee felt Michael's body tense next to her as a soft low murmur broke from the cabin below.
"Oooh Ted, your fingers feel good between my legs like that." Her words were broken by the soft rustling of the sheets as bodies twisted around on them. Then the feminine voice gave another soft intake of breath and moaned, "Ohhh, darling, that feels soo good."
"I-I just don't believe it!" Lucee whispered, forcing a look of strained indignation on her face. "T-They wouldn't dare."
"Shhhhh," Michael cautioned again, suddenly becoming aware of the softness of Lucee's breast pressing tight into his arm. "They'll hear us."
"Alright," she nodded her head in agreement. "Let's give them plenty of rope to really hang themselves."
Michael turned his ear back to the vent in silent assent and listened intently for the next move from below. It came a second later.
The male voice crooned up through the darkness: "Get on the floor on your knees. I want you to kneel in front of me and suck me like you did the first night."
The answer was a gasp and exclamation of: "Oh yes, I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to feel it come again so I can taste it on my tongue."
The sound of weight lifting from the squeaking bunk filtered through to their eager ears, and then the slight noise of movement on the floor as Carla obviously positioned herself in front of Lucee's standing husband. Michael could hear Lucee's breath becoming heavy next to him and imagined a slight pressure from her breast digging into her arm.
She turned toward him, her lips wet from the circling of her tongue and whispered softly, "Let's sneak around to the porthole and watch them. Then we'll really know."
Lucee knew without a doubt that this would be the final breaking point for Michael. She was already aware of the hardness under his trousers and the way he had turned his body to hide it when she had first spoken to him. Yes, this was going to be easy. Easier than Ted seducing Carla, and she was going to thoroughly enjoy it. Particularly when that proud little bitch's turn came to catch her and Michael in bed together.
"Come on, let's go," she rose silently and pulled him by the arm when he hesitated. "We may as well get the full show."
Michael followed quietly behind her as they slipped silently off the boat and tiptoed along the pier to the lighted porthole. There was foreboding in his mind. It was one thing to hear someone making love to your wife, but to actually see it being done was another thing. But he had no further time for misgivings as Lucee pulled his head over by hers to the small rounded glass.
A gasp came from his throat, and his body tensed at the lewd sight that greeted him. There before his very eyes was his pure young wife kneeling on the floor in front of the naked Ted. His hands were tangled tight in her long silken hair, pulling her face into his loins. Her thin lipstick -rimmed lips were moist, and she was running them over the flesh of his passion-swollen cock. He had never seen such a wild abandoned look on her face before! It looked as though she were almost insane, her eyes bulging wide and locked straight ahead on the monstrous penis surging out from his belly. And God, no wonder, he thought, secretly marveling at the size of it. It was almost an inch longer than his own and much thicker.
A pang of rejection shot across his brain. He could never grow that big, and in spite of his wife's clean innocent purity, he found himself suddenly understanding her violent passion at the hands of this man. A jealous rage grew inside him, and he wanted again to smash his way into the cabin and destroy them both, but his eyes would not release their grip on the lewd spectacle going on inside.
"God, she's going to eat him alive," Lucee chided him. "Your sweet young wife is going to suck my husband's cock!"
She knew the words would only serve to increase his already smoldering passion rather than drive him to anger. She had seen it too many times before when she and Ted had arranged this little introduction for others. She had seen the sudden first burst of anger and indignation from many a husband and then watched it turn slowly to a masochistic kind of passion that excited them beyond all reason and thought. Michael was almost at that point. It would only take a few minutes more.
And she was right. Michael watched, hypnotized into immobility by the cruel exhibition going on a few feet in front of him. His breath came in small deliberate gasps as he watched his wife's fingers teasing gently at Ted's testicles, at the same time swirling her tongue lasciviously along the underside of his huge hardened penis from the thick trunk-like base slowly out to the menacing blood-filled head. He could see a slight drop of glistening seminal fluid left over from their orgiastic climax of a few minutes ago that hung precariously on the tip. Carla leaned her head back a few inches and stared trance-like at it for a moment then leaned forward and hungrily licked it away with the tip of her tongue.
"God, she loves it. She really loves to suck cock, doesn't she?" Lucee half murmured, half questioned beside him. "I'll bet she swallows it when he comes."
Michael felt a groan building in his chest from the lewdness of her words. Somehow they seemed even more obscene than the act his wife was performing on Lucee's husband in front of them. But he also knew they were true. Carla's actions and passion spoke for themselves, and there was no mistake about that!
"Look, darling, look! She's going to take it in her mouth." Lucee's breathing had become heavy and excited next to him, and Michael felt his own passion building to an almost fever pitch as eyes locked on his wife's ovaled lips as she swayed sensuously on her haunches before the huge hardened penis in front of her face.
"Oh, God, noooo...." he heard himself moan beneath his breath as Ted suddenly thrust his loins forward, and the warm moistness of Carla's open waiting mouth closed glove-like over the sensitive throbbing head of his cock.
And Michael groaned again as Ted tightened his grip in the softness of her hair and began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her open lips. He stared incredulously through the porthole, watching in almost total disbelief the pink inner flesh of her lips being pulled grotesquely out, clinging to the flesh of Ted's withdrawing prick and then disappearing back inside again with each forward thrust. God! Those were the lips he kissed, those were the lips he loved, and now he was standing here helplessly while another man shoved his great throbbing prick in and out between them as though they were nothing but a hungry lapping pussy! And again, in spite of his puritanical revulsion, he felt his own penis jerking hard beneath his pants as his wife warmed to the task before her. He could see with obscene clarity Ted's huge thick rod disappearing and reappearing between her sucking fish-like lips, her long disheveled hair flowing down over her shoulders and swishing back and forth on her hollowing back below. Her firm white tits danced and shook beneath her tensing throat as though they had invisible strings attached to the hardened nipples, and a puppet master quivered them playfully from above.
The gaping couple outside watched, their excitement growing by leaps and bounds as Carla slid more of Ted's huge, pulsating cock into her mouth, sucking at it voraciously.
Slowly, she filled her mouth with the giant flesh until she was nearly choking. They could see that she was taking a moment to adjust. No woman had a mouth large enough to accommodate a cock as big as that!
Michael felt Lucee's other hand cover his. He had been trying to push his own heated organ away from his trousers where it bulged. Her hand pulled his away and she replaced it with her own, massaging the swollen membrane softly. "What are we waiting for?" she breathed huskily, sensing that now was the time. "They're much too busy to offer us the entertainment we could offer each other. Besides, they deserve anything we do now."
Her hand massaging his cock made up his mind for him. Quietly they slipped away from the porthole and stood up. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Wait," she said. "Let's go to the house." Without a word he followed her out of the boathouse and up the white stone path.
Inside the sloop's cabin, Carla sucked at the massive prick in her mouth. Still on her knees, she licked at it with her tongue and bobbed her head back and forth in the supposed motion of intercourse. She felt no shame at sucking him. But she was hurt that she had not been able to make him do this to her first. Instead, he had forced her to her knees and bade her to do as he commanded.
She could not have resisted long and didn't really care any longer. She could taste the sweet fluids of his body as they slowly seeped from him. The hands that held her head pulled her upwards. She started to get up but did not want to release her lips from the cock in her mouth.
Finally, the pressure was too much and she had to let it slip wetly away. Ted guided her to the unfolded bunk and pushed her down on it. She sat on the edge and started to lean forward to grasp the cock that she wanted to suck more and bring to orgasm this time with the warmth of her lips.
"Wait a minute, you little nympho." he said. "It's time for a sixty-nine," and he pushed her onto her back and crawled onto the bed after her. He wasted no time in positioning himself upside down over her, his head between her upraised knees, his twitching red cock hovering inches over her mouth.
He dropped his head to the softness between her legs. His fingers spreading the thin silken pubic hair and lips, that were still wet with the moisture of his earlier orgasm. He could feel the warm pungent smelling fluids that had dripped on her thighs transfer their wetness to his cheek as he looked at the pink flesh within the soft silken pubic hair surrounding her vulva.
He pursed his lips and caught the small hardened berry of her clitoris between them, nibbling gently at it with his teeth. "Oooh," she moaned and opened her mouth. His cock twitched with expectation. She lifted her head slightly and pulled a pillow beneath it to make herself more comfortable. Her arms shaking as the electric shocks that were finding their way from her clitoris to every part of her body raced to her nerves. Greedily, she wrapped her lips elastic-like around the huge, pulsating penis and sucked the whole of its head into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth, lubricating it with her own saliva.
She could feel his tongue toying with the swollen bud of her clitoris as his nose lightly probed down into the lips of her yearning cunt. Another flow of lubricating liquids released themselves from deep within her hot clasping vaginal walls, and she moaned out her ecstasy around the throbbing member encased tightly in her mouth.
The fiery tip of his cock in her mouth drawing along the roof excited her further. Without prompting, she began to hum again as she had done a week before. "Mmmmmm," he gasped, trying to hold himself back as the vibrations from her throat jack-hammered at the thin wall that held his climax back.
He pulled his head from her and slid his cock out of her mouth. He would fill her but not there, not this time. "Are you ready," he asked, the fire in his eyes demanded only one answer. She started to say yes but remembered what he had demanded before. She must use the words, and the words had become sweet to her, excited her, and she knew that by the very nature of their crudeness they would drive him to frenzy too.
"Yes," she sighed. "Fuck me, Ted. Fuck me as hard as you can." Her foice rose with each word to almost a shout, culminating in a last desperate gasp of "Fuck me!" There was no other word that brought so much from deep within her. It was almost as though she were giving her soul to the devil when she shouted it. And ... it almost was like that.
He turned and fell upon her, biting at the flesh of her shoulder as he lifted his hips and positioned the massive prick against the wet hair-lined lips of her passion-inflamed cunt. He raised her buttocks slightly to prepare for the first violent thrust.
Then, he lunged forward on top of her, driving the weapon deep up into her belly, filling her with every inch of his swollen flesh. He reached around her thigh with his arm and pushed upwards on his cock, holding it tightly against the upper flesh of her smooth open channel and began to rock heavily back and forth, driving the great pole deeper and deeper as he fucked into her with ever increasing force.
The pressure rose in a heavenly crescendo of raw naked lust deep down in the constricting muscles of her belly, the boat-rocking storm bound under their violent fucking. His cock seemed to be stabbing at her insides. She could see nothing, her eyes closed, her head thrashing back and forth in wild abandon. There was no other place on earth for her. This was as close to heaven as she would ever come, the rest of the world was nothing ... nothing, and she never wanted to go back ... never ... never!
Then her mind raced in a great starry circle, the muscles of her belly began to pull apart like a giant rubber band. It was ready to spring. She could feel the imaginary trigger release the tensed rubber band deep inside her as her whole torso began to churn and twist like a maniac beneath his pounding body.
"Oh, oh, ohhh, I'm cumming," she screamed. "I'm cumminnggg now!" and a great whirlwind of release picked her up as she arched her back and rose to meet the waves of orgasm as they slapped deep at her very being, sending her into a psychedelic rapture, colors everywhere, smashing at her senses like huge waves in a cataclysmic storm.
She could feel Ted rise up in his own climax. "Aaaarrgghh," he groaned, his face contorted in ecstatic pain as the balloon of sperm in his balls burst and hurled floods of white-hot lava deep into her writhing belly. He kept thrusting his great cock into her, cumming in spurts, each one like a long snaking whip beating a spastic rhythm on his quivering buttocks. She could feel his pelvis slam into her one final ime as he emptied the last of his lewd, flowing semen into her for the second time today. He fell on top of her in collapse. He knew that he could do this ten times a day and definitely planned on fucking this hot little bitch again and again before this weekend was over.
They lay still for a few minutes, neither saying anything but only listening to their exhausted breathing and the light slap of waves against the boat that they had set to rocking in its mooring.
Ted got up. "It's going to be a long weekend," he said with a victorious smile on his lips. "Drink up and we'll have something to eat. After that I'm sure we can find something to keep us occupied for a few more hours...."
* * *
"They should be here in a few minutes," Ted told Ham. "We told them to meet us at ten."
"I'm looking forward to it," the shorter man replied. "If she's everything you say, we should have a real ball."
"Don't leave me out," Liza interrupted. "Lucee told me that Michael is a man to be reckoned with in bed."
"That's true," Ted said. "She said that he hardly knew a thing when they first started. But by eight o'clock Sunday night I was starting to get a little jealous. He really put it to her."
"Where's Hugo?" Lucee asked. "I wouldn't want him to miss out on the fun for all the world."
"Don't worry," their host said smiling. "He has been thinking about it all day and is really ready. I only hope she isn't too shocked by his looks. He's not what you'd call a handsome man."
Hugo watched them laugh from a distance. He knew that they were talking about him but didn't mind the laughter. If it pleased Ham to laugh about him, then it was all right. After all none of them had ever done anything to hurt him.
He grinned and turned to the door as it opened. A beautiful young woman, her blonde hair piled high in ringlets entered the club, a young man about the same age right behind her. Hugo had never seen them before, and suspected they were the new couple.
"I'm Mr. Simpson," the man said hesitantly as his gaze wandered around the club. "We're supposed to meet the Hortons and Ham here."
Hugo smiled. His wide mouth spread hideously across his rough face. This was the girl they had told him about, he thought. Ham is a god. Never before had he met a girl like her. And not, thanks to his employer and friend, he would have her tonight.
"Please," he said. "This way." He led them toward the two couples standing near the dark curtain. A few of the diners lifted their heads to watch the girl in the baby blue cocktail dress and she and her husband followed the ugly giant across the room.
Michael laughed a greeting to Ted and they were introduced to Ham and Liza. Hugo left them alone, not wanting to seem as if he were imposing.
"Who was that bruiser at the door," Michael asked.
"My bodyguard. He's most helpful."
"I don't think I have ever seen a more ugly man in my life," Carla said, genuinely in awe of the huge man, but trying to seem sophisticated at the same time.
A waiter brought a tray and Carla took a glass. It was filled with a light red liquid that tasted much like punch, but with a strange, haunting sweetness to it. "What is it," she asked Ted.
"Something from the islands. It will do you no harm," he said, then added with a warning smile, "but watch out for the kick."
Carla didn't understand why he laughed. Surely he wouldn't think of spiking this punch as he had done to her earlier. They could not do something like that in a place where all these wealthy and important people congregated. Later, when everyone had gotten to know each other, she heard Ham talking to the huge bodyguard. "I think we are ready," he told Hugo, who stood by the door.
The bodyguard walked into the hall and locked the door at the top of the stairs and then locked the door to the room from the inside. He stood like a statue and nodded to his employer.
"All the men drew straws to see who would be your partner and Hugo won, Carla. I hope you are as good to him as you were to me." Ham leered.
The girl could not believe the words. They seemed almost in a foreign tongue. These were respectable people. Yet they were all in this room with the same idea in mind ... community sex. She looked about her and saw many of the large cocks again growing to erection from the sight of her young helpless body. The potion had taken good care of all of them.
Carla looked about her. The couples were swaying gently to the soft Indian sitar music that now flowed through the room. It was like a sacrifice. She was the most innocent of the group, and they were going to change her, make her exactly like them, perverted, insane with sexual desires!
Her future flashed before her as she looked into the dark, far away eyes of her husband and her friends. There was no escape. She knew that no matter what she would try to do, they would have a hold on her. It was no use, no use at all.
The music sounded louder to her. A faint drum and sitar played in the melodic undertones of the music. She was on an altar, her innocence about to be slaughtered in sacrifice to the ritualed sex cult of the new age.
Tears filled her eyes. If the act had been totally forced upon her, such as rape, she might have survived, but she knew she would willingly consent. Tears involuntarily streamed down her face and she found herself actually wanting Hugo to take her with all his ugliness, all his brute strength, right in front of these people. She wanted him as she must have wanted Michael, as she would want so many other faceless men in the years to come.
She uttered a silent prayer for herself as the giant bent to kiss her. His yellow teeth shown from under his dark mustache. His breath was strangely sweet. He must have made a point not to offend her and seemed almost like a child to her, doing what he had been summoned to do.
Carla made no sound as his heavy lips sensuously caressed her neck. The aphrodisiac accented the touch of his hairy lips upon her skin, her legs weakened as he leaned his body on top of her.
The huge swollen prick was lying against her thigh almost reaching to her waist. Its sizse outlined against her flesh frightened her. Perhaps, not knowing what he was doing, he would kill her with his monstrous weapon. It would be impossible for her to take such a massive cock into her. God, she moaned in her half conscious state, she would be split open and she prayed silently that pain might black her out, then she would not have to remember what happened when her reason returned and with the reason, the horrible, horrible guilt of the leering faces around her.
She looked at the swaying eyes as they stared through the dim light. She could see her image reflected on their glazed pupils. The couples silently sipped at their drinks.
Her husband looked down at her with a detached interest, his interest in her was not her plight, but what the sight of her with another man would do to excite him. He smiled as Liza slid her hand between his legs and played with the soft flesh surrounding the base of his erect penis. He was like a total stranger!
Carla stared at him. It was not her husband at all and he could never be again. For them, the marriage would only be a partnership in adultery. She accepted the fact with a foreboding shudder of the future and turned her attention back to the goliath on top of her.
What the hell, flickered through her shattered mind. If that's what the bastards, including Michael want then give 'em a show they'll never forget!
Hugo was too-excited by her beauty to control himself. He did not know what to do and was surprised and grateful when the beautiful girl he held started to gently scratch the small of his back with her nails. He wanted to get inside her at once and feel the sweet warmth of her pussy clasping around him but she was so small, he was afraid he would hurt her.
Then, unexpectedly she rose to a sitting position beside him. He looked at her while he leaned on one arm. He did not know what she wanted. He turned his head to find Ham, hoping that the little man would have some advice for him, some word to guide his next move. But he needed no next move.
Carla gently pushed at him, so that he would lie on his back. The giant obeyed like a small child. She closed her eyes and tried to smile, hiding her disgust at the ugliness of his innocent face. She straddled his chest and touched her lips to his neck. He had no foul odor as she might have imagined. He was clean, and though his hands were rough, his skin was as soft as any man's might be. As she worked her way down his body with her lips she could see his muscles straining, holding back. She slid her body further down as she toyed, teasingly with her teeth at the hair around his nipples. His entire body was covered with thick, black hair, though not as much as some men she had seen and it strangely excited her in a primeval, animalistic way.
She could see the power in the muscles that strained beneath his tight skin. Suddenly her rear end bumped into his upward straining shaft of flesh. The head was white hot and she felt for a moment as though she had been burned. All the eyes in the room were intently glued to her now. They had expected to witness a wide, brutal ravishment and her sudden assent and participation had stirred their perverse expectations even more.
Without a sound the huge man started to roll his body so that she slid off and for a moment she was again afraid, too afraid to notice the heat welling up inside her. Hugo saw that her nipples were erect and knew that he would excite her as he had frightened her. Every woman that he had had in the last few years was as excited as she was afraid of his huge bulk and strength. But somehow this one was different. He could feel that her fear was not entirely of him, but of something in their audience. His unresponding brain could not determine what.
She lay on her back. Her husband and the others watching and waiting in excited expectation. She knew now that he had been to the club already, probably since Sunday. She knew that he had owledge of what was to take place on the stage and vowed that she would revenge herself on him now if she could only stand the shame and humiliation of doing it in front of all these leering faces.
The giant leaned over and straddled her. His fingers stroked the moist lips of her vagina. He wanted to be sure that she was already rising in desire. He needed to be assured that she wanted him and was ready when he took her. The pain would be too great otherwise.
Instead of leaning forward and kissing her as she expected, the huge bodyguard began to shuffle forward on his knees, one straddling each side of her body. Her face was as close to the giant's pulsating cock as she had been. It swayed from sidy to side as he moved forward like a cripple, inching slowly on his knees, his body erect.
He leaned forward and placed his hands on the pillow above her head. The cock was now dangerously close to her face. Her mouth hung open at the sight of it. Her amazement did not cease. Such a penis should belong to no man, and it didn't. It belonged to the animal that leaned over her. Hymoved a few inches backward until his balls rested on her belly.
The huge, crimson head rested in the cleavage between her breasts. All eyes in the room looked at the gigantic reclining log. She could feel the soft tickling sensation from the hair of his testicles as they seemed to roll across the flesh of her chest and stomach. They were huge and unexpectedly heavy. It's been a long time for him she thought, knowing that they must be filled to the brim with eager, but dormant sperm.
Her skin tingled at the touch. The great log moved between her breasts and she lifted her hands to their sides. She pressed her firm full breasts toward each other so that the shaft became almost invisible between them when he rocked backward.
Each time he came forward she could see the huge head appearing snake-like through the opening it made between her breasts. She pushed her head back into the pillow and looked up with open mouth at the man who straddled her. His mouth also hung open in lustful wonder as he stared down at her voluptuous young breasts held so tight around him. His mustache was damp with perspiration. She knew that it was almost too much for him, that he was holding back with all his power to save himself as long as he could. It gave her a sudden, great sense of power to know that in spite of all his strength and power she could control him this way.
They looked at each other for a long while. Both had become kindred spirits. Both knowing that they were being used for other people's perverse pleasure. Hugo was ashamed that all these people should watch the girl submit to him. He knew he was ugly and she was too beautiful to ever have done anything with him if she had not been forced.
She smiled up at him and he felt better. If they must do it, then he would not hurt her. Her eyes remained wet as they began to set a perfect rhythm. Each time she saw the huge cock disappear and reappear between her breasts she nearly gasped in unfounded fear.
Her loins ached at the wonderment of anticipation of being screwed by the huge cock. Her legs were spread wide down behind him and the air in the room lavished her yearning vagina with kisses. She turned to watch the spectators.
They had not stopped staring, but their fondling had become more alive. She could see the other couples toying with breasts, with legs, with penises and hands roaming haphazardly everywhere. In the reflection she could see her husband insert his index finger into Ham's wife's moist, open vagina as she squirmed down on his hand, her eyes wide and smoky.
Carla reached up with her nails and lightly scratched the giant's back. He moved forward, stopping his motion. He wanted her to suck him, but was afraid that her mouth would not be big enough. All the woman he had ever had always wanted to suck him, but few had succeeded in taking the whole of the giant head between their lips.
She bent her head slightly forward and her tongue darted out at the single drop, licking it lasciviously back into her mouth. She closed her lips and swallowed the sweet droplet, savoring it dramatically for the benefit of her audience. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. It was sweet, sweeter than Ted or her husband. It belonged to a man who could break them both in half, and probably would do so at her command.
"Oooohhhh," the huge bodyguard moaned as she gently began to suck at him. Her mouth was already almost opened to its fullest extent and she didn't know if she could get even the head inside. She stretched her jaws wider and pulled him gently, until with sudden grunt of straining effort, she swallowed the whole head into her mouth.
A gasp came from the women who watched. None of them would have attempted it, though they would have wanted it! Her tongue licked small circles on the underside of his glans, sending fiery needles of sensation up his back to his imprisoned brain. No woman had given him this kind of treatment voluntarily and it was driving him almost insane!
He closed his eyes as she started to suck harder and pull more of his swollen cock into her mouth. She knew that she could not take much more but her sudden hunger was becoming insatiable. Her jaws were sore, but she savored the moisture rising in him and sucked as though her life depended on it. Not even half the massive prick had fit into her mouth. It was impossible to take any more.
She slid her head back and forth as best she could, hearing the giant moan each time she did but she was nearly exhausted, though the fires deep within her were burning harder. She wanted to swallow all of the huge cock, to show them all, but knew it was no use. She wanted the pain of him entering her fiery cunt, hurting her for what she had done, for becoming a raging animal no better than the rest of those who watched her. She wanted to be punished, punished as she had never been before.
"Eat her," she heard someone whisper from the crowd. Hugo recognized the voice and knew that he must obey. Ham would punish him if he did not obey, though it tool all his will and strength to pull away from the warm, moist shelter of her mouth, he knew he must. He had no choice.
Carla slackened her jaws when she felt the big man pull himself away from her. Ham must have said it, she thought, turning her head to see the panting crowd at their side. They had, without exception, put down their drinks and some were now watching down on all fours, their mouths hanging open, waiting for the next move. Ham's wife had dropped to her knees in front of Michael and she saw her eyes looking sideways at her as she sucked hungrily at his cock. He was leaning back on both hands, supported by trembling arms as he exictedly watched Hugo's penis slowly pull away from his own wife's ovaled lips.
Carla's eyes adjusted to the Little more light that came to them when Hugo moved his body that had shadowed the illumination from the blue bulb at the other end of the room. Her legs were spread, her knees almost pointing completely away from her. She lay limply back, ready for anything the hulking gjant wanted to do to her now. The pain in her jaws subsided as she waited almost impatiently for the next move.
"Ooooohhhh, Darling," she cried out as she felt his tongue part the thin, golden pubic hair that sparsely covered the soft pink lips of her cunt. Her words even further excited the spectators. She was completely at his mercy, totally under his power and she loved it. She loved it so much to call the huge hairy beast, Darling.
He used his large fingers to hold the lips apart. He pulled his head back a few inches to focus his eyes on the sweet loveliness he was about to ear. It looked so clean, so pure. The smell was sweet, like the smell of fresh rain in a forest. He had never experienced anything so clean, so innocent, so eager to please him, and now he would please her.
His tongue darted out at the swollen clitoris that throbbed like a man's tiny penis. It was erect with throbbing desire and yearned to be kissed. He pursed his lips and planted an almost affectionate kiss on the small pulsating bud, groaning in a child-like reverence as he did so. The woman sighed as they watched, their own loins burning now with desire for the brute. Carla moaned quietly and smiled at his gentleness as she waited with bated breath for the next tingling touch.
She did not have to wait long. His tongue twirled around the bug and licked softly along the swollen pink lips that surrounded it. He would be gentle.
"Ooooooohhhh," she moaned as he licked slowly along the bright crevice that glistened with her own lubricating moisture. Her moan was the only noise in the room. The others, watching, breathed shallow quiet breaths, lest they miss something.
Carla rolled her head from side to side slowly in rhythm with the tongue that prodded her to greater heights of ecstasy. Never had she thought such an ugly, brutal looking man could give her so much wild, uninhibited pleasure. Her eyes scanned the crowd, barely seeing them. She was alone as his lips and tongue nibbled hungrily down between her spread-eagled legs. The humiliation she had suffered could never be repaired, but the sexual excitement she experienced could never be replaced again either.
The tongue found its way to the soft flesh of her pussy and quickly darted inside. She felt herself jerk slightly toward him. His fingers held the soft moons of her buttocks apart while he toyed with her rubbery yielding anus. Please, don't she begged silently. She knew that it would hurt too much. If he took her there, she would surely die.
She could feel his tongue searching the opening of her vagina, playing with the smooth, moist flesh at her entrance. It hardened slightly and probed further up into her passage, curling to the very depths of her being. Her eyes blinked furiously causing weird shadows to dot the ceiling and her desire suddenly knew no bounds. God, if he didn't fuck her soon she was going to explode from the sudden heat of her obscene passion.
Hugo, too, was ready when he heard her.
"Fuck me, darling. Please I beg you. Fuck me now, split me, but please Fuck ME!" Her screams shocked the whole room. None of the people were ready for it. The sudden outburst was like an order for all the couples to fall upon one another and begin thrusting swollen cocks into hot fiery cunts. Their attention had left the stage.
Then the giant, in his wild excitement, crawled up and kneeling between her legs poised the head of his massive prick at the throbbing entrance to her wet, open cunt. She relaxed her loins as best she could, hoping that the initial thrust would not hurt too much. Tears of sexual tension filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. He touched the hot, pulsating head against the tight pink opening and pushed slightly.
"Ugghhhh, God!" she moaned, anticipating the greater pain that was to follow.
Then, he ground his way up inside her. The pain was not as bad as she had expected. He was being as gentle as he could until his cock was buried halfway into her cunt. Then with a single thrust, which he could hold back no longer, he drove it the rest of the way into her.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screamed. "Oh, God it hurts!" as she felt his massive balls slam hard into the softness of her upturned buttocks.
She sobbed as he started to stroke her with long, smooth, piston-like movements. He knew that the worst was over for her as it had been for most women once he had stretched them wide, and in a moment, she knew it too. The tremendous pain turned to a sudden all consuming pleasure. Her ready, well lubricated passage had swallowed the whole of his cock. The fit was tight, but her flowing sexual liquids made it feel as though his cock was slicing through warm, melted butter as it slid lasciviously in and out between her open thighs.
Hugo knew he would be quick, though he was not as fast as some of those in their audience. He could hear men and women already groaning in orgasm as the balloon of pressure built up in his own testicles and suddenly burst.
"Uuuuggghhhnnn," he cried, trying to stifle a scream.
His wildly ejaculating sperm burst into her like a hot, erupting geyser, spewing into and filling the whole of her belly until she thought surely she would burst from the hot, rampaging pressure. But, the white, thick liquid gushing from his jerking organ into her open vagina only drove her to greater and greater heights, her legs kicking and quivering helplessly out in the air on either side of his pounding hips.
The lewd, hungry tension deep inside her grew and grew and she knew it was only seconds away ... seconds ... seconds ... and then it exploded! Her own wildly flowing juices swirled around deep inside her and mixed obscenely, lasciviously, with the hot, boiling sperm still spewing forth from the gigantic instrument buried deep up her churning crevice.
"I'm cummming, oh God, fuck harder, I'm cuummming! Give it to me, fuck me! Ram it to me till I die! Aaaaeeeee! Ooooooh!"
Her head rolled helpless from side to side, the long blonde strands of her thrashing hair whipping into the mattress like a snapping bull whip, her eyes bulging wide, as though they were straining to leap from their sockets.
And as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The blubbering Hugo collapsed in a helpless heap on top of her and her own arms and legs fell limply out to the still shaking mattress beneath them.
They lay still for a moment, unable to move and their breath coming in short, recuperative gasps. And then a command from the side of the bed from a voice that she recognized dimly as Ham's....
"Get up, Hugo. My turn with this little tasty morsel now ... she ... the Simpsons ... have become one of us now!"
