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CHAPTER ONE
Calvin Heights is anything but the typical city. It is an Army town with its share of Army brats and juvenile delinquency, but its residents also have a deeply embedded sense of military protocol. The Officer-dominated society is not any different than that in any other city where the citizens are predominately military. The "brass" lives on the hill, the enlisted man and his family in the hollow. Yes, even the Army has its ghettos!
But this story isn't about delinquency or ghettos. It is about Major Winston Barnes and his attractive blonde wife, Margie, who are members of the affluent officer community. They live at the very top of the "hill", which is a status symbol to the people of Calvin Heights. Only a block away lives his Commanding Officer, General Max Sullivan and his wife, Beth.
Major Barnes is a handsome dark-haired man, broad and muscular through the shoulders, like a weight-lifter, with narrow hips and a flat belly. He had been thirty years old when he and Margie were married a year ago. Today they are celebrating their first anniversary. Margie, who turns male and female heads when she walks, is twenty-two years old, and rather tall at five feet-seven inches. Her golden blonde hair offsets her slender curvaceous body which is so sensually attractive to the male populace. Her emerald green eyes usually sparkle with health and happiness, and she is known by all for her smiling warmth and innocent delight in the people around her.
This, then, is the story of how Margie lost her innocence and how her smile was wiped from her face by the harsh realities of life. There is an old axiom which states; "Power corrupts -Absolute power corrupts absolutely." So this is a story also about power in high military circles and how this absolute power results in a moral decadence that destroys the lives and careers of all who come in contact with it.
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A second grade school teacher, Margie had been a virgin when she met Win Barnes. The attractive blonde girl had fallen in love with him at first sight. They made a strange contrast; where she was innocence personified, Win was an experienced sophisticated man of the world. Catered to and chased by both the available women and wives, he basked in all the female attention. When he met Margie and learned that she was not the least interested in satisfying his voracious sexual appetite, he simply had to have her. He had not even thought about getting married, but since that was the only way he could get her to say "yes", he had proposed to her on their fifth date and they were married three months later. There was a definite plus to the affair, and that was the attention his lovely young wife received from his Commanding Officer. There was no doubt in his mind; she would be helpful to his career . . . if he could train her and get rid of a couple of her more Puritan inhibitions. Or . . . maybe he should leave the "training" to Max!
Max Sullivan was a sixty year old Scotsman married to a thirty-nine year old woman, and had the title of being General "Horny" Sullivan. He was a rugged looking man with close-cropped greying hair, steel-gray eyes, and a muscular, athletic body. His wife, Beth, was just the opposite of Margie, but no less attractive. Her jet black hair made her skin look like white satin, and her youthful slenderness concealed her real age. She was usually taken for twenty-nine instead of ten years older, and her face was free of wrinkles after having a face-lift. She had vivacious brown eyes that provided ample evidence of her knowledgeable way with males the knowledge being partly intuitive and partly acquired after keeping many an officer's bed warm while her husband catered to the officer's wife.
Strange that the two women would become friends when they were so different, but in her wide-eyed innocence, Margie loved everyone, and she looked up to the older woman and her sophisticated manner. They shopped together, even belonged to the same bridge club for Beth had taken the young woman completely under her wing.
Margie was not sure that she approved of the fact that she could only be friends with higher ranking officers, if her husband were to be promoted. She also hated the fact that she had to cater to Beth's husband, because he was the General. In her mind, he was simply a dirty old man, and she could not understand why Beth loved him. Every time he touched her, she shivered in disgust and wanted to push his hand away. When he kissed her, she actually felt sick at her stomach! But Win had told her that he would be in deep trouble if she protested, and so she tried to pretend that he was just being friendly. And yet, she knew differently!
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Now, on their first anniversary, the two couples were sitting around the bar having a nightcap. The young wife stared at the General and Beth and shuddered. God! It had been one hell of an evening. Max had insisted that they go to the Officer's club and have an anniversary party. Margie had wanted a quiet evening with her husband, but instead, it had been a big drunken brawl .with Max whispering lewd suggestions in her ear while Win pawed the older woman's lewdly dressed body.
After the party, Win had invited Max and Beth to join them for a last drink, and she was not at all happy about it. He often made plans without asking her first, and since the General was his closest friend, she dared not deny him. She could not see what the two men had in common, unless it was a friendship of convenience! Win was up for promotion to Lt. Colonel, and he had already told her that he was sure he would get it. For several months now, she believed that Max was trying to put the make on her, but her husband always told her that it was just her imagination. Now, sitting on the bar stool between the General and Beth in their first-floor entertainment room, she was bored stiff! She wanted to scream and tell them to go home, but she knew it would make Win angry . . . and, in spite of what had happened already, she wanted him to be happy on their anniversary night.
"Congratulations to the lucky man who married the sexiest woman in the whole world," Max Sullivan slurred drunkenly, swaying against the young blonde's shoulder. "I envy you, you young bastard."
"Thanks, General," Win Barnes chuckled. "I'm the only man who can handle her. She's too much woman for anyone else."
"Wanta bet?" Max asked. "Why not give me a chance?"
"Sure," Win snorted. "Easy money! You'd never be able to keep her satisfied."
"Who's teasing?" the young husband said drunkenly, spilling his Scotch as he tried to put it to his mouth.
"A hundred bucks says I can," Max chortled, his eyes glinting with interest as he ignored the young wife's trembling hands against his chest. "Shall we make it a real bet?"
"Why not?" Win said, his glazed eyes attempting to focus on his trembling young wife.
"No! You stop that! I don't like that kind of teasing," Margie snapped as she glared at her husband. "I think it's time we said goodnight, darling. I'm sure that you both have had enough to drink."
"Come on! Beth interjected. "We're just getting started!"
"No! I'm sorry, but I think it's time for everyone to leave," the young blonde said nervously, standing up beside the bar stool.
"Don't be a spoil sport, Margie," the general snapped as he set his glass down on the bar, and stood up to put both arms around her waist, pulling her lower body against his crotch and grinding his groin obscenely against her vaginal mound. "You'll love my prick."
"Please, Beth. Please take him home." The trembling young wife was close to tears, and she showed it.
"He's just drunk," Beth said, as she got up from the stool and took her husband by the arm, pulling him toward her. "Come along, Maxie, baby. No war games for you tonight."
"Well . . . at least you need to be fucked," Max chortled as he lewdly lifted his wife's long skirt, exposing her nylon encased legs and buttocks. "Why don't we have a little orgy tonight . . . really celebrate our friends' anniversary."
"Not so fast, Sweetheart," the older woman dimpled. "Can't you wait until we get home?"
Beth pushed her skirt down in place and followed the retreating young blonde to the door. She could see that Margie was embarrassed and angry, and she wanted to keep her as a friend. One day soon, she would stop catering to the stupid girl and initiate her into the world of sensual pleasure. But now, tonight, was obviously not the time. Margie was too idealistic about romantic love, especially tonight on her first wedding anniversary. But Max was not going to wait forever to get into her pants, and Beth knew it. He was already grumbling about the time it was taking to sample her ripe young body. Now, as she stared into the girl's troubled green eyes, she knew that Win would have to insist on his wife's submitting to the
General very soon, or his promotion would be lost and he would be out of the Army. Max promoted only the men who had beautiful desirable wives, and only after he had fucked them! Of course, she didn't care, because she liked fucking the young husbands who could keep going all night without resting. She needed a virile man to satisfy her voracious need. Max had been a good lover during the first fifteen years, but familiarity had slowed him down so much that he could not keep her satisfied anymore. He needed variety to perform at his top level, and she needed several men to take care of her.
"Good night, Beth. I'm sorry our husbands had to drink so much," Margie lied. "See you tomorrow for our commissary date."
"Good night, pet," Max slurred as he lowered his face to the young girl's moist red lips and kissed her on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her teeth.
"Good night, friends. Thanks for the party," Win said, staring almost in anger at his struggling young wife.
Quickly Margie pulled away from the older man, and stammered, "Good . . . good night." The last thing she saw before closing the door was Max's leering face. Angrily, she spun around and stalked across the room to her husband. "Thanks a lot! I thought you loved me!"
"Come on, baby. I was only teasing," the young man soothed as he reached out and took her in his arms. "Don't be so goddamned serious."
"I don't like you talking like that. Do you really want him to make love to me?"
"You might like it," Win said guardedly, pulling her against his chest and kissing her passionately. Actually, he thought, she had no choice but to go to bed with Max, unless she wanted him to still be a Major this time next year . . . or even a civilian! As he held her trembling body close, he thought about the General and his modus operandi. He had introduced all his young girl friends to Max who had fucked every one of them. That was how he had made Major two and a half years ago. Now, Max had offered him the silver Maple leaves of a Lt. Colonel in exchange for fucking Margie!
"You really might like it," he repeated.
"I would not! Besides, I thought a man wanted his wife to be faithful," Margie said as she pulled away from his exciting kiss.
"Don't talk so much," the young Major sighed and pulled her wetly parted mouth back toward his, and kissed her passionately again. He had instinctively known that his lovely wife was a one-man woman, and would expect her husband to be the same way, but he had taken the chance in marrying her anyway. She could be trained . . . he thought. He was lucky that Beth Sullivan was such a good fuck! That way, he would be taken care of so well that he wouldn't have time to think about his innocent young wife writhing like a whore in the General's bed.
"Darling," Margie whispered as her anger passed and she tingled from her husband's kiss. "Let's go to bed! I want you to make love to me."
"You sure have changed since I married you."
"I . . . I . . . love you," she stammered, blushing with the intimate knowledge of her response to his experienced love-making.
"I remember when you had to have a dark room to take your clothes off . . . and you never asked me to fuck you."
"Was I that bad?" she asked, embarrassed, as she moved to the bar and began cleaning the dirty glasses from the bar.
"You were so innocent that you thought I had the biggest cock in the whole world."
"I . . . I still do!"
"But now you know that I'm not too big for your hot little cunt," he chuckled as he stepped across the room to the bar where she was wiping up. Wordlessly, he reached for the front of her dress and began unbuttoning her bodice.
"Let's go to bed first," Margie said nervously, feeling her own lust flaming salaciously high. She tried to fight the voracious need for her husband's love-making, but it was impossible for her to deny the obscene hunger in her fevered vagina every time he touched her.
"Why? I want to fuck you somewhere besides the bed. Do you realize that we have never made love on the floor? Or in the car? Or in the bushes? The only place you ever take your pants off is in bed!"
"I . . . I'm sorry! I can't help it!" she stammered, feeling as if she had displeased him. "I can't help it."
"Sure you can! There's no one here but us! It's our first anniversary, and I'm even hotter for you than I was a year ago."
"Really?"
"Yes! I want to fuck you right here on the floor," he groaned as he quickly lowered the top of her full length dress down to her waist and quickly unsnapped the back of her brassiere. Before she could protest, he slid it down her soft white shoulders and let it hang loose while he lowered his lips to her full, proudly up-thrust breasts. With a deep guttural groan, he sucked at her firm fleshy mounds, moving from one to the other, nibbling at the already erected nipples as though drawing milk from them.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . " she mumbled, her entire body vibrating with salacious desire. "Ohhhh . . . Darling . . . let's go to bed."
"Uh-uh . . . " he muttered, lowering his hand down beneath the front of her dress and sliding his fingers beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties to caress her hair-lined cuntal lips.
Then, sucking at her rubbery little nipples, he used his outstretched middle finger to part her already moistened pussy lips. She quivered as he began sliding it up and down her moistly heated vaginal slit.
"Ohhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhh . . . darling . . . let's go to bed . . . " Margie gasped hoarsely, her weakened knees trembling beneath her.
"No . . . I want to fuck you here . . . right here on the floor," he mumbled around her resilient mounds of flesh. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand up."
"I.. . you. . . darling . . . I . . . ohhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhh," she moaned as she spread her legs wide and bent her knees in a half-squat, giving him deeper access to her feverishly tingling cunt. She could not help herself! She knew that it was obscene to sprawl on the floor, but her mind was reeling with the throbbing desire to make love to her husband. She could still remember the first time he had done it to her and the gentleness that he had used to teach her about sex. Remembering the intensity of their love-making that first night one year ago, she let herself go and ground her hips in little circles, forcing the full length of his outstretched finger deep up inside her hotly pulsing pussy.
"Oh shit," Win groaned, as he jerked his hand from her tightly clasping cunt and forced all her clothing down her long slender thighs, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he knelt in front of her nakedly trembling body, his face pressed against her pubic curls.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhh . . . Darling . . . I can't stand it," the lovely blonde wife moaned as she felt her husband slide his wet wiggling tongue up and down her tautened little belly.
"What did you say?" he asked teasingly, trying to lower his face to her warmly perfumed vaginal slit.
"Oh God! Make love to me! Please take me to bed." Margie pled, holding his face in position against her abdomen, not wanting him to kiss her up between her legs.
"Ask me to fuck you! Say, Please fuck me!"
"Oh yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me," she whimpered, her mind a seething pot of liquid fire.
Slowly, Win pulled his moaning wife down on the floor in front of the bar and spread her legs wide apart. Then, he kicked off his shoes and hurriedly undressed, tossing his rumpled clothing to the carpet-covered floor beside him. Completely naked, he reached down and stroked his long thick cock to even greater hardness, staring all the while into her lust-slitted eyes.
Quickly then, Win pushed her knees further apart to reveal the moist, coral-hued, fleshy layers of her hair-lined pussy which glistened with his saliva and her excited cuntal secretions. Groaning with impatience, he crawled up between her lewdly splayed thighs and positioned the lust-swollen tip of his cock against the gaping little mouth of her vagina.
Embarrassed, yet fascinated, Margie stared down at her handsome husband as he massaged his long hard penis and marvelled at its increase in length and thickness. She would never get used to the huge size of it, nor how her tight little vagina could adjust to its massive girth. Suddenly unable to bear the tingling torture down there between her widespread thighs, she moaned, "Fuck me, Darling . . . please love me!"
"That's my girl! I love to fuck that tight little pussy of yours! You're the hottest cunt I've ever had," the Major groaned as he balanced his weight on his hands and lowered his body over his lovely wife. Immediately Margie lifted her hips to rub her fevered pussy lips against the reddened head of his warmly pulsating penis. It was almost as though wet velvet fingers were stroking his cockhead as he placed his lips on her wetly quivering mouth and kissed her again, ramming his probing tongue between her teeth and feeling her suck eagerly on it as she writhed in abandonment beneath him. His penis was throbbing with a painful impatience as he felt the slickened vaginal secretions coating her fevered pussy in preparation for love-making.
The thought of having his long hard shaft buried deep up inside her belly and of the pleasure he always felt when he began fucking into her tightly clasping cunt brought an unbearable excitement to his naked loins. Pressing slowly forward, teasing his pulsating cockhead against her moistly heated vaginal opening, he brought a low cry of gurgling delight to her passion-clenched lips.
Her cunt moved anxiously up to meet him and her breathing became heavy and deep. She was burning up down there and she needed him to do it now . . . fill her vagina with his pleasure-giving penis! Make her cum!
"Ohhhhhhhh.. . Winnnnnnnn . . . ohhhhh . . . do it . . . put it in . . . " Margie moaned, unable to stop the lewd words.
The young Army officer grinned down at the groaning female as he continued teasing his bulbous cocktip up and down the moist open slit between her thighs, using his long hard shaft to part her sparsely curling pussy hair, tormenting her with the unbearable intensity of the frictioning pressure back and forth over her sensitive clitoris. Then, unable to wait any longer, he pushed forward and felt her soft pussy lips flutter apart and close over the tip of his eagerly pulsating penis. Little tremors of her vaginal muscles rippled outward, evidence of her intense lust, and then, he felt her tightly clasping cuntal sheath stretching to accommodate his thickened hardness as he burrowed deeper into her warm buttery flesh.
"Ohhhh . . . yes . . . ummmmmmmmmm." She purred low in her chest as the powerful sensations flooded her trembling loins. Margie had never felt anything so wonderful as her husband's hotly throbbing penis buried deep inside her vagina. Oh God, she would never get enough of him!
Slowly, the excited husband withdrew his lust-hardened cock almost all the way out. Hearing her low moan of disappointment, he smiled down at her contorted face, and slowly very slowly thrust forward again, his long hard penis slipping through the pulsing depths of her heated cunt. He was immediately rewarded with a low gasp of delight as she bounced her hips upward against his massive shaft. He could feel her trembling legs wrapping tightly around his back, her fingers gently digging into his back and shoulders, and her heels pressing against his naked buttocks.
"Oh God! More," the young blonde moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "It feels so good . . . your penis is just right.. . so good . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . harder . . . more!"
"Oh shit. . . your cunt is hot . . . so tight . . . just like it was a year ago on our honeymoon," Win groaned through gritted teeth. He could feel her deeper muscles going to work, nibbling at his long hard cock until the throbbing pleasure was almost more than he could bear. Often, he had to use every ounce of self-control that he could muster to keep from cumming before she did. Strange how that never happened with anyone else. He could remember fucking Beth Sullivan all night long without having a climax. He would make her cum, and cum, and cum, and cum, but he continued to stay hard and always in control.
Trying to think of Margie as just another woman now, he pulled his lust-hardened penis midway out, then stopped and stared down at her fluttering eyelids; marveling at her sensual beauty. Then, he rammed forward again, slamming up into her quivering cunt until his cock-head jolted against her sensitive cervix.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh yes . . . make me cum . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh!"
Win was grinning as the obscene plea erupted from her throat, knowing that before she climaxed, she would be talking like a street whore. She got so excited sometimes that she forgot what she was saying . . . or doing! Then, goaded on by her words, the handsome Major began fucking up into her warmly clasping pussy faster and faster, forcing his hardened shaft to go even deeper up inside her rippling belly. At the same time, the naked young husband lifted her lewdly squirming ass-cheeks up off the floor, allowing his sperm-bloated testicles to slam into the dampened crevice between her bouncing buttocks. He forced her knees forward until her feet were touching the carpet beside her head. He could see her tiny crinkled rectum nestled between her fleshy ass-cheeks, and the sight of that little brown star brought an overpowering lust burning through his cum-filled balls.
Margie was a special woman . . . in bed . . . or wherever she might be. Once she had been an innocent virgin, but he had taught her the finer arts of love-making, and now she could keep any man happy. But, she was happy to please him . . . only him, and she seemed to be satisfied with him alone! Sometimes he wondered if it would not be a mistake to let another man fuck her. She might learn to like it and be dissatisfied with him! He certainly did not want to lose her, but he was going to share her with Max if she stayed his wife. It was a fact of life . . . he gave the general what he wanted . . . and the general gave Win what he wanted! A promotion! One day he wanted to be a General so he could do the ordering around! Yeah! Then, he was never going to kiss a man's ass again!
His thoughts had cooled his passion, but suddenly he heard her mewling of undisguised delight, and his conscious mind returned to her ecstatically clasping pussy. It gave him a real sense of power to know that she was his sole property! She belonged to him . . . she would do anything he said! Yes, she would give him whatever he wanted! He had tried to eat her cunt several times, but she had always stopped him. The only thing he had ever done in that respect was to kiss her there and run his long stiff tongue through her vagina lips once. When he had done that, she had distracted him by begging him to fuck her! Tonight.. . or maybe tomorrow, he was going to eat her pussy until she went completely out of her mind. Then, he was going to make her suck his cock! He had been careful to go slow with that part of her education preparing her for Max Sullivan . . . but time was running out.
Now, using a steady rhythm, his hips pumped up and down, driving his wetly glistening in and out of her fevered cuntal flesh with long liquid strokes that jolted her naked young body.
Margie continued moaning in a mindless delight under the relentless assault of his warmly pulsating penis. Her gurgling moans were joined by her husbands urgent groans as she used her right hand to gently massage his cum-filled balls . . . forcing him to fight harder for control.
"Aaggghhhhh. . . ohhhhhhhh . . . so good . . . you feel so good, darling," she crooned, her lust-hoarsened voice low and deep.
Win Barnes could heard his wife's lewd murmurs, and he could feel her nakedly quivering body beneath him as her thighs spread even wider and her legs wrapped tighter around his back. Her lewdly upturned cunt was meeting each thrust he made, and her wet pussy mouth alternately tightened and fluttered as it slid back and forth over his rock-hard penis. She had to be the hottest little bitch he had ever had! It was even more surprising to him since she had been a virgin when he married her. And yet, he had known that she would be a very sexual person from the way she responded to his kisses.
"Oh doddammit, Baby," the handsome Major groaned. "Your pussy is so hot . . . so tight. . . please cum! I'm about to go out of my gourd!"
Almost immediately he felt a change within her hot buttery cuntal sheath. Her vaginal walls began flowing with warm slick moisture, and he could feel her cervix seeming to grow around his blood-engorged cockhead. He knew that she was close to climax as her breath became more shallow and labored. Abruptly both of her hands were cupping his tensed buttocks, forcing him deeper up inside her hotly clasping little hole. He leaned forward, pressing hard against her upturned ass-cheeks, and dropped his mouth to her firmly up-thrust breasts. His lips glued to her tiny erected nipples, moving from one to the other, his tongue teasing at the sensitive nub as he fucked savagely in and out of her nibbling pussy.
"Darling . . . aagggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . I want to cum . . . I gotta cum . . . cum . . . cum, Darling . . . my wonderful husband . . . cum inside me," she chanted, her voice becoming incoherent as she orgasmed once . . . and then again as she felt his hot liquid release and flood her ecstatically quivering womb.
His virile sperm filled her belly and then flowed in a silvery stream of molten lava down into the crevice of her buttocks. She felt it dripping down her thighs and puddling beneath her. Her deeper vaginal muscles continued to spasm and contract in violent rhythm around the still thrusting head of his emptying penis for at least a minute after he had cum. Then, almost immediately, she could feel the tremulous beginning of another erection as they both shuddered to a motionless pose, their breathing heavy and uneven.
Win, too, felt his cock growing as it slowly filled the tightly clasping sheath of her pussy and he smiled to himself. He wondered how many husbands wanted to fuck their wives all night! He had heard so many men talking about their wives and after they had been married a few months they talked as if it were a chore to do anything but satisfy their own sexual urges. He grinned at her knowingly as he felt a small fluttering inside her cunt and knew that she was becoming excited again from the way his cock was hardening deep inside her tight little cunt.
Momentarily, they were both too weary to do anything but lie still and feel the delightful sensations emanating from their naked loins. But soon, they began moving against each other in the age-old rhythm of sexual satisfaction. Relaxed and happy, the young husband closed his eyes and kissed her on slightly parted lips, reveling in the sweetly perfumed taste of her heated mouth.
"Don't you want to go to bed, darling?" Margie asked breathlessly, pulling her lips from his and kissing him on the tip of his nose.
"Uh-uh!"
"We wouldn't have to move afterwards," she sighed, feeling his pulsating hardness taking control of her shamelessly aroused vagina again.
"I just want more of you," he moaned, as his head lowered to her lushly up-thrust breast again.
"We don't have to get up anyway . . . we'll just sleep on the floor," she whispered.
"Good idea! And I may just fuck you all night," he chuckled as he lifted his head and stared into her lust-slitted eyes.
'Good idea," she moaned, then began lewdly pumping her hair-lined cunt up to meet his thickened shaft. "All night. Oh yes . . . we'll fuck . . . all night . . . "
CHAPTER TWO
When Margie awoke the next morning, she stared around the living room. Momentarily, she was confused at her nakedness and the fact that she obviously had been sleeping on the carpet.
When she became fully awake, the young wife sat up on the floor, her hand pressed in shock to her mouth. It was with considerable dismay that the seemingly unending stream of sperm flowed from her tender vagina. The cloudy liquid soaked into the fuck rug, and she quickly reached down to stem the flow. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she felt the sticky semen spreading over her trembling fingers. Nervously, she looked around the room for her husband, but she was alone.
"Win? Win, where are you?" she called.
When there was no reply, she jumped up from the floor and ran upstairs to the bedroom, warm white cum streaming lewdly down her naked thighs. She paused before the full length mirror in the bedroom, and then hurried through the door to the bathroom for a shower.
As soon as she stepped into the tub-shower, she saw the note hanging on a shower curtain hook. It read, "Good morning, lover! Today is August 1st, in case you don't remember. I did not have the heart to wake you. You were sleeping like a baby. Thanks for an even better first anniversary than the honeymoon . . . which was better than good. Some woman I married . . . wow!" It was signed, "Your-out husband!"
Margie giggled in delight as she began soaping her naked body, cleaning the all-to-evident signs of love-making from her satisfied loins.
Hurriedly, she completed her shower and dressed to go to the commissary. She was ready to go when the doorbell rang. Beth was right on time, as usual. Margie threw open the door . . . and gasped as she saw the almost transparent blouse the older woman was wearing. "Beth! Are you going out in public like that?"
"I sure am! What's wrong with it?"
"I . . . I . . . I think it's . . . " Margie stammered. "Why I can see your breasts! It doesn't look like you have anything on!"
"But I do! Look, Honey, I like to show off," the General's wife said seriously. "I don't see anything wrong with showing your tits. I wish I didn't have to wear anything."
"But. . . but. . . what will the Commissary Officer say?"
"What can he say? I'm the General's wife."
"Yes . . . I know . . . but the women won't like it."
"Who the fuck cares? Max knows that I dress like this. He likes it."
"Beth! You're impossible," Margie said as she smiled at the older woman, her eyes moving uncontrollably to her almost naked breasts. They were small and youthful looking, but that made it even more exciting. Her body was slim and reminded her of a teenager's body. Her hip-hugger pants didn't help either. They fit so low that her entire belly button was uncovered.
"Do I embarrass you?" Beth asked with concern.
"Not really!"
"Then I don't care. But, I don't want you to be ashamed of me," the beautiful black-haired woman said. "I do care about what you think."
"I like you, too. Come on, lets go turn all the men on and make the house-fraus hate us."
"Great! I love stirring up trouble!" the General's wife grinned.
"I hate being pushed and shoved by all the dull, frustrated women with two or three children hanging on to them."
"Me too! I think we ought to have our own private hours for shopping."
"That would be nice," Margie dimpled. "But then, we're no better than they are when it comes to dependent's privileges."
"I am! I don't even consider myself in their category."
"You're right about some soldiers' wives. They are disgusting."
"Of course they are! You're like me . . . better than all the rest," Beth replied quietly, then studied the lovely young blonde. She was absolutely glowing this morning. Win must have given her his first class treatment last night . . . as only he could do! Momentarily, she wondered what Margie would think if she knew about the romance between her husband and her friend! Of course she was too young to understand, but it was time she was educated to the facts of life. She had waited damn long enough for Win to tell her how the General operated, and besides, she needed the handsome young man to fuck her again. There had never been anyone like him when it came to satisfying her! She had willingly let him go after he got married, but she was tired of waiting! There were going to be some changes made very soon, or she would blow the whole thing wide open.
"Discounting your see-through blouse, you look especially beautiful today," Margie said as she got into the passenger seat of Beth's Cadillac convertible.
"You're sweet to say it, but you don't have to flatter an old gal like me."
"I'm not! I swear that you don't look a day over twenty," the young blonde said firmly. "Your hair is so black that it looks blue."
"I always wanted to be a blonde, honey."
"We're never satisfied, are we," she asked. "I get sick of my blonde hair!"
"That's what makes the world go around," the older woman dimpled as she lit a cigarette with one hand and drove down the driveway. "We all need a change now and then."
"How do you stay so young, Beth?"
"I get plenty of sex and male companionship," the black-haired woman countered. "From men . . . as young as I can find."
"You mean you go to bed with other men? . . . You commit adultery?" It was impossible to keep the shock and curiosity out of her voice.
Beth threw back her head and laughed throatily, staring at the wide-eyed expression on the blonde's face. Now, she had her chance to tell the young wife just what she thought.
"Sure! Don't tell me that you're faithful to your husband."
"I am," Margie gasped. "Furthermore, I always will be."
"Are you satisfied to be with one man, or is it your sanctified moral code?"
"I'm very happy with Win. I don't need other men, and if you do, you have the wrong husband."
"You're a very lucky young girl if you're telling the truth," Beth said seriously. "I can prove that 100 percent of the wives here have boyfriends."
"You're kidding!"
"Sorry! It's the facts of life, honey."
"Then, why don't you get a divorce?" Margie asked, her face masked with shock and surprise at the confession of her older friend. She had always known that Beth was not the most moral person in the whole world, but she had never guessed that she ran around on her husband.
"Never! What good would that do? No one man could ever keep me satisfied all the time. I like variety," she responded. "You should try it sometime. It gives you a depth of understanding that nothing else can. You learn about all kinds of men . . . and their desires."
"I don't understand you. But, I can assure you that Win is certainly man enough to take care of me. I don't need another man to satisfy me."
"And I don't understand you, either! How can you possibly be satisfied with a boring sexual existence like that. Don't you ever dream about having a strange man?"
"No . . . I . . . "
"Come on, Margie! Tell the truth, now," Beth teased. "I bet you've dreamed of someone other than Win making love to you."
"Okay! That's different. Dreams don't count. That's something I have no control over."
"It's your sub-conscious mind crying out. Trying to tell you that it wants to be fucked by more than one man," the older woman grinned.
"Win and I satisfy each other, and we don't need to be loved by anyone else. You commit adultery only when you're dissatisfied with your mate," Margie snapped as her friend pulled the Cadillac into the General's private parking place outside the Commissary and turned off the engine. "Let's not discuss it any longer. We'll never agree."
"You remind me of the women of the Victorian era. No one believes in that crap anymore. Today, we believe that you should be faithful to yourself . . . not some male counterpart."
"I really don't feel like talking about it any longer," Margie said again as she got out of the car and started toward the commissary store.
"Wait . . . I'm sorry," Beth said repentantly. "We all have our own ideas, but one day I'm going to change your mind about prudery."
They had gone only a few steps when the wolf-whistles started and the soldiers openly stared at the lewdly dressed woman. Margie was so embarrassed that she tried to ignore the group of men collecting as they walked by.
"Doesn't that turn you on, honey . . . all those men with hard-ons, just dying to get into your pants?" Beth laughed sexily.
"No! It makes me angry! The crude animals!" Margie snapped as she heard one soldier whisper to his buddy, "Shit, man, I can almost see her ass!"
As the two women entered the commissary and passed the identification check-point, the young blonde heard the sergeant lewdly telling someone that it was General Sullivan's wife. She wanted to fade into the wall and disappear, but then, why should she? If Beth wanted to dress like that, the men shouldn't say anything about it. Why did they have to get excited every time they saw a sexy woman? Win wouldn't be like that. He would look the other way and refuse to be challenged by it. Yes, she knew that he would do that! Or would he? Actually, she really did not know what her husband did when he was away from her. If Beth was right, then all men committed adultery!
Refusing to let the older woman put doubts in her mind, she turned her thoughts to shopping for food, pushing her cart far ahead of the lewdly dressed woman. Purposely, she kept at least a grocery lane ahead of Beth, not wanting any part of the group of soldiers following behind her, pushing empty carts.
When she was finished with her grocery list, she shoved the grocery cart to the check-out stand, and waited for the line to go through. While she waited, she casually glanced backwards, trying to locate her friend. When she saw her, she began trembling with silent anger and an unidentified excitement rippled through her youthful body. Beth was standing beside the meat counter, leaning over the open top as though searching for a particular cut of meat. A young male wearing a butcher's apron was on the other side of her, his hand over Beth's blouse, and moving in a caressing motion across her breasts.
Margie felt faint as she turned away and could not believe what she had seen. A second later, unable to control her curiosity, she turned to look at her friend again. The young soldier was moving away from the meat counter, and she saw his hand move down to his crotch. He actually rubbed his bulging pants, and she knew that he had an erection. Oh God, she thought, I don't believe it. I must be asleep and dreaming! Beth couldn't do that in a public store! She wouldn't! She's the General's wife and should set a good example for the enlisted men.
"You finished faster than I did," the older woman said to Margie as she moved into the opposite line. "I'm just a slow-poke."
"Yeah . . . I guess so . . . I didn't buy as much as you did," Margie stammered, staring down at her shopping cart.
"Let's go somewhere for lunch after we put the groceries away," Beth said quietly. "I don't want to stay home."
"I . . . I don't think so . . . I'm really tired," the young girl stammered.
"You should be after celebrating your first anniversary," the older woman teased loudly. "Tell me about it, honey. Did you go at it all night long?"
Margie blushed and nervously stared around at the grinning faces in the grocery line, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her.
"Please, Beth! Be quiet," she whispered. "You're being vulgar."
"Then, say you'll come to lunch with me and I'll hush," she dimpled as she saw the young girl's embarrassment. She could see that it would take a lot of work to change Margie's moral attitude, but then married to Max, she was a pro at it!
"Okay . . . okay . . . " the young blonde said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the smiling faces of the military wives.
As soon as she went through the check-out stand and paid the clerk, she hurried out to the car and waited impatiently for her friend who seemed to be dawdling at the check-out stand. She was almost sure that she was engaged in a useless conversation with the male clerk, just to let him have a better look at her exposed breasts. Beth had embarrassed her before, but never like this. Yes, she would go to lunch with her if she would change her blouse. Damn her, anyway! Why did she have to do things that were so juvenile when she was a mature sophisticated woman?
The young wife's thoughts were tortured and confused when she heard her older friend move up beside her, a private pushing her cart. She stared at her flushed face and knew that the exposure had excited her physically, just as it had turned on all the soldiers. A person would almost think that she was an exhibitionist! But that was a perverted sickness! Beth was not sick!
"Honey, I'm sorry that it took me so long, but the young man at the check stand wanted to ask me about something. He needed some advice on how to go about getting a transfer," Beth said seriously as the youth began loading the groceries in the convertible. When she saw Margie reach for a bag of groceries, she added, "No! He'll put them in the car."
"I can do it," Margie snapped unthinkingly, then closed her mouth with chagrin. "I didn't mean it that way . . . I just meant.. . "
"It's okay, honey. I know how you feel about messing around with strange men. I don't want you to fuck him, just let him do the unloading," Beth teased laughingly.
Margie flushed a beet-red and turned away from the leering young soldier's insulting eyes. She would have to watch herself and not let Beth's words goad her into anger. The older woman thought nothing of her obscene words and actions, and she was unaware that she shocked other people with her unusual ideas. There should be room in the world for all kinds of people and all philosophies. That was something she was going to have to learn!
On the drive to Calvin Heights, Beth was strangely quiet, but the young blonde immediately spotted the reason. Beth was driving one-handed, her other hand just below the steering wheel, lying on her lap . . . her fingers were busy caressing her vaginal mound. Margie was sure that the General's wife was rubbing her vagina because her teeth were clenched together as if she were fighting back a moan. She tried to think of a conversation but her mind was filled with thoughts of their conversation on the way to the commissary store. She knew that she was right about marriage, but Beth had planted seeds of doubt about her husband's faithfulness.
Beside her Beth suddenly exhaled loudly and both her hands went back to the steering wheel. "The commissary sure takes a lot out of you," Beth said quietly. "Maybe we shouldn't go to lunch after all. I think I need a nap, too."
"We can have a swim," the young wife said quickly, wanting nothing more than to cancel the luncheon engagement.
"Sounds good . . . your house or mine?"
"You can put your meat in my refrigerator if you like," Margie suggested.
"No! It'll only take a minute to drive up the hill from your place. I know, you come with me."
"All right . . . if you want me to."
That ended the conversation until Beth pulled into the driveway and offered to help carry the bags in.
They had just entered the house when Margie heard a male voice downstairs from the bedroom area.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey, Margie! Is that you?"
The startled young wife glanced up to see her husband leaning over the banister of the sleeping loft that overlooked the living room. He was dressed in a pair of jockey shorts, and he was rubbing his naked penis hanging out the opening in his shorts.
"Yes, darling. What are you doing home?" she asked in surprise.
"I was too tired to work," he grinned knowingly. "You fucked the shit out of me last night."
At that precise moment, Win saw Beth come into view from the kitchen where tne two women had delivered the groceries. A shocked expression came over his face, and he backed away from the open-slatted railing and exploded, "Why the hell didn't you tell me you had company?"
"I was going to, but I didn't have time," Margie stammered as she stared at her friend's amused eyes.
"What's the big deal, Win?" the older woman asked. "I've seen you in shorts before . . . even naked!"
"I'm sorry . . . I . . . " Margie stammered, confused by her revelation.
"I better be going, honey. I'll leave you two love-birds alone," Beth said as she quickly exited the living room.
Margie started to follow her, but stopped when she heard the door slam and knew that her friend had already let herself out the front door. Shocked by the older woman's words, she stared up at the bedroom, but Win was nowhere in sight. Slowly she climbed up the stairs to the master bedroom suite. When she was in view of the dressing room-closet, she saw her husband coming through the door, completely naked.
"Come on . . . get your clothes off! I want you in bed with me," Win chuckled. "You know I can't sleep without you."
"Darling, did you hear what Beth said?"
"No . . . I ran to the closet and closed the door," Win yawned and lied. "What did she say?"
"She said she had seen you in your shorts before. Even naked!"
"So what? She probably has," he said quietly, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. "I used to double date with her and Max before I met you."
"But, how could she see you naked?"
"Did she really say that?. "
"Well, if you had your pants off, you must have taken your shorts off, too," she snapped angrily.
"I used to stay all night with them when I got drunk at their parties. I probably slept with a girl there, too."
"I don't think that was very nice," the young wife pouted as she moved to the dressing room-closet combination.
"Forget it, Baby! That happened before I met you. Now, get your clothes off and don't talk so much," Win crooned as he removed the bedspread and lay back on the bed. "Sure is warm today."
There was no sound coming from the dressing room and the young husband bit his lip as he thought about the older woman's brazenness. Shit, Beth thought nothing of statements like that, but she could get him into a lot of trouble by being loose-tongued. He was deep in thought when he saw his lovely young wife coming toward the bed. Her lips were puckered in a childish pout and she was dressed in a sheer nightgown. He could see her curvaceous body outlined beneath the nylon fabric, and a grin split his face as he said, "You aren't hiding anything with that on."
"Don't tease, Win. I don't like to think about you making love to another woman, even if it was before you met me."
"Surely, you don't think I was a virgin, too."
"No . . . but I don't want to hear about it."
"All right! I'll just stay silent when you ask me a question. Will that keep you from hating me?"
"I . . . I don't hate you . . . " Margie stammered, then saw the teasing grin on her husband's face as she stared down at him. She dimpled and added, "You are teasing! Were you teasing me about staying all night at Beth's house, too?"
"Remember! I'm going to stay silent." His eyes slitted with desire and he whispered, "Come here! Get that goddamned rag off."
Quickly, Margie stripped the sheer nightgown from her body and climbed into bed to kneel over his nakedly posed body. She dropped her mouth to his and hungrily kissed him, her uncertainty causing her desperate feelings to come through. She kissed him as though she were afraid he would disappear in front of her eyes. Then, slowly, she calmed and her naked body pressed against his in an urgent need for his love.
Gently, Win rolled her over until she was lying on her back in the middle of the king-sized bed. Lifting himself up on one elbow, with his mouth still glued to hers he dropped his right hand down her naked back until he was massaging her soft warm buttocks. He could feel her trembling beneath his hand and knew that she was becoming excited. He wanted her to forget the subject of his life before he met her, and this was the best way to change her thoughts. He was aware of her urgent need for him and knew that her love for him was stronger because he was the only man in her life. But, he couldn't wait much longer to tell her about his way of life, or Beth obviously would tell her everything. And that meant everything! His promotion to Lt. Colonel had already been signed by the General with the understanding that he would share his wife with him. Now, there was no turning back, and he had to convince Margie to go along with it or he would lose his rank. Win couldn't afford to change his mind now that he was already assured of the promotion, but he would not be happy to lose his wife, either. It was up to him to make her accept his way of life, even if he had to use a little force. He had gone easy with her sexual education for two reasons. One was that he was very happy to have intercourse, missionary style, and the other was that she seemed to be completely satisfied with one way. He kept thinking that she would want to try something new, but each time he tried to instigate oral sex, or a new position for fucking, she silently urged him to keep it the way it was. He had kissed her on the pussy several times, but she always pulled him immediately away by saying that she wanted him to fuck her. One time when he pushed her mouth down on his cock, she had kissed it, blushed and moved her mouth to his, kissing him even more violently.
Now, as he kissed her soft urgent lips, his hand caressing her curving ass-cheeks, he had an uncontrollable desire to eat her cunt until she begged for more. The sooner she learned that oral sex was satisfying, the sooner she would be ready to go on to other things.
He pulled his lips away from hers, and whispered, "I want to show you something very nice."
"Yes . . . love me . . . put it in . . . " Margie moaned, thinking that he meant he wanted to fuck her. She spread her legs wide and waited for him to climb over her.
Knowing that it would be useless to explain, Win lifted up and knelt between her widespread thighs, his hands holding her around the knees. When he lifted her legs up and over, she thought he was just getting her ready to make love to her and so she was unprepared for his sudden movement.
Suddenly, she heard a loud groan escape his lips, and then, his wetly heated lips were kissing her vagina! A ripple of forbidden pleasure flickered through her loins, but she still made a half-hearted effort to push his head away.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . Winnnnnnnn . . . noooooooo . . . " she gasped, her eyes tightly closed, but her body was trapped and she had to admit that his hot hungry mouth did feel good down there between her legs. She wanted him so badly that she would surely die if he stopped now! And yet, she could not willingly allow him to keep his mouth on her vagina. "Nooooo . . . not that! Put your penis in me! Make love to me . . . now! Aaaggghhhhh! Nooooo!"
The young husband grinned as he heard her gurgling protests, knowing that she was responding to his rapacious tongue. He kept his ovaled lips pressed against her moistly quivering cunt as the sweet-scented aroma of her feminine flesh drove him almost crazy with a carnal need. Then, as she convulsively shuddered, he buried his tongue inside her hot little pussy and began driving it in and out of her tight cuntal mouth in a fucking tempo, his head rising and falling above her heaving belly. She thrashed beneath the forbidden onslaught, moaning salaciously as he nipped at the bud of her already erected clitoris with his teeth. Her groans of protest rapidly became mewls of lust as he licked from her clitoris to her wildly puckering anus, and then back up again to thrust his tongue in and out of her heatedly aroused pussy.
"Aaaaggghhhhhh," Margie gasped as his pistoning tongue flooded her naked body with lewd delight and her shamelessly aroused vaginal slit bucked up against his tormenting tongue. Involuntarily, she reached down to pull his head in tighter against her vibrating pussy, when she suddenly realized what she was doing. "Nooooo . . . aaaggghhhhhhh!" she gasped. "I can't stand it . . . I don't like it . . . it's dirty! Stop! Please, Win, don't do that!"
But even as she pleaded, her hotly tingling cuntal passage clutched at his wet teasing tongue and she spread her thighs even further apart, giving him deeper access to her secret flesh. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she stroked his neck, her eyelids fluttering in ecstasy as his pleasure-giving tongue fucked through her gaping cuntal slit, frictioning across her clitoris with a force that threatened to unhinge her mind.
Oh shit, the young husband thought, the taste of her hot little pussy is driving me to an all time high! It smells like sweet honey! Roses! I thought she would force me to stop . . . even make me go away from her. . . out of her sight! But, her goddamned cunt is so hot . . . even hotter than when I fuck her! I think she digs tongue-fucking!
Raising his head then, he silently stared up at his young wife's passionate expression, and a smile split his face as he returned his tongue to her moistly gleaming pussy lips which were spread wide-open in a lewd invitation to do as he willed. The swollen head of his cock was pressed against the mattress, and his balls were throbbing with anxious desire as he absorbed the delicious sight of her wetly glistening pussy flesh surrounded by a golden halo of matted pubic hair. The sight was so arousing that he reached down with his left hand and stroked his painfully pulsating penis, groaning with renewed ardor.
"Ohhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned unceasingly as she felt his mouth moving away from her hotly tingling vagina. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted his tongue inside her aching pussy. Unable to stop the salacious words, she added, "do something . . . oh please . . . fuck me!"
Pleased with her piteous cry, the young husband immediately dropped his mouth once more and buried the full length of his tongue inside her succulent cuntal flesh. Working from experience, he licked and probed at every erogenous nerve-ending in her shamelessly squirming pussy, and he delighted at her lewd gurgles of encouragement as his tongue slid in and out of her heated opening. Quickly, he drove her to an apex of passion that forced her to accept the obscene mouthing of her sensitive vaginal slit.
Margie knew that she should stop this forbidden act, but a mindless desire took control of her nakedly heaving body, and she encouraged him to lick and suck with salacious abandon at her sensitive flesh. Wantonly, she ground her naked buttocks up against his chin, grinding her hair-lined cunt against his lips as moaning pleasure erupted from her clenched teeth, forcing his face and tongue even deeper into her blonde-fringed pussy. She felt him take his hands and cup her fleshy buttocks, holding her in a lewdly exposed position while he sucked and nibbled at her throbbing clitoris. She almost screamed when he plunged his rigid tongue deep inside her tingling vagina and licked around her sensitive cuntal lips.
Unable to control her lewd actions, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his curly brown hair, directing his hotly sucking mouth down so that his long pointed tongue was fucking in and out of her tightly quivering vaginal passage again. Her head flailed from side to side, and she could hear the obscene slurping noises as he wiggled his tongue around and around inside her vibrating hole. Following her silent instructions, he moved his teeth up to the point where he was able to nip at her hardened nub, and then frictioned the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clitoral mound until she was deliriously moaning out her pleasure.
Win's long hard cock was driving him out of his mind, but he could not stop now. He had to bring Margie to climax this way so she would want him to do it again. If he did stop now, she would never believe that she could cum this way. He had to make her like it so much that she would ask him to do it to her . . . even beg for it! He kept his hungrily sucking lips glued to her honey and fire-filled pussy as the convulsive shudders trembled through her naked young body. He stiffened his tongue and licked the full length of her vaginal slit as she thrashed beneath him, her hands pulling at his ears, trying to force his lips inside her obscenely quivering vagina. When he nipped at her clitoral nerve-bud, she would catch her breath, and wail in ecstatic pleasure.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh yes . . . don't stop . . . more. . . darling . . . more," she moaned in wild shivering delight as her body exploded in velvet shock. Her rounded buttocks were pumping shamelessly up and down as she thrust her wet, pulsating vagina up tight against his face, wanting his beautiful tongue deeper inside her fiery belly. She had to cum or lose her mind . . . . if her excitement built any higher she would explode and fly into a million pieces.
The young husband could feel his hammering cock and knew that he had to do something soon or he would cum on the bed. Almost immediately, he felt her rhythm change and knew that she was close to climax as she began pumping her hips in complete abandon. He slid his probing tongue upward until the very tip was positioned against her pulsating clitoris, and held it stiff as he licked back and forth across the sensitive nub.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . harder . . . harder . . . I'm . . . I'm cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming," Margie's brain reeled with an implacable lust and disbelief that she could climax this way, and she moaned over and over, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I.. . am . . . . . cumming! Aaaeeeiiiiiiiii!"
Then, as the tremors of orgasm ripped through her widely gaping vagina, her sensible mind exploded until she was barely conscious. Pounding waves of ecstasy surged forth from the shorted-out nerve-endings inside her wildly convulsing pussy and built to and exquisite rapture before ebbing and waning into the past. She felt her husband's still thrusting tongue licking at her tingling vaginal slit, and she was stunned by the knowledge that she could already feel a second orgasm threatening. She had never experienced such delight, not even when her husband fucked her!
Win was even staggered by the force of his wife's reaction, and the power of her writhing climax. He had become so involved in satisfying her that he had forgotten about his painfully aching cock. But quickly, the painful lust returned and his sperm-bloated testicles were almost bursting with his throbbing load. His pulsating penis was beating against the mattress with an urgent need to fuck, and his eyes were slitted with lustful desire.
Without further hesitation, he removed his mouth from her flooded cunt and lifted himself up over her bent-double body. Slowly, he turned her over face-down and lifted her nakedly trembling buttocks up until he could aim the head of his long hard cock at her tiny pussy hole. Holding her buttocks in place, he embedded his shaft deep inside her juice-filled cunt from behind, ramming his pulsating hardness to the hilt with one smooth forward motion of his hips.
Margie was still lost in the delight of her orgasmic relief, momentarily forgetting that she had allowed her husband to lick her shamelessly down there between her legs, but at the same time it was understandable. She had never felt such ecstatic pleasure, and the mere thought of it caused her hungry lust to build up again. She wanted her husband to put his wonderful penis inside her already quivering vagina and fuck her to another powerful orgasm.
And he had! He had taken her from behind for the first time in their marriage, and his hotly throbbing cock seemed to be going deeper than ever before. She came again, almost immediately, feeling a strange exhalation with the way she was waving her naked ass-cheeks at him in the lewd invitation of a street whore.
She heard him gasp and then his thick rigid penis was exploding inside her belly.
Suddenly, Margie remembered Beth Sullivan's words earlier in the morning, and she smiled as she wantonly scraped her naked breasts down against the bed. Beth could have all the men in the world except this one! Yes, she thought, I don't care what the General's wife does.. . she can fuck the whole Fort if she likes, but I want just one man! One only . . . my husband, Win!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi, Beth," Margie greeted the older woman as she opened the door the next morning. "You're up bright and early today."
"Oh God! Give me a cup of coffee," the tired-looking black haired woman moaned. "I'm dying!"
"What in the world happened to you? You look like you've been run over with a street sweeper."
"I think I have . . . felt like a steam-roller!"
Margie eyed her friend as she followed her to the kitchen and wondered what could have happened to the older woman. Probably a wild party that lasted all night. She looked like she had not been to bed all night. Sometimes she wondered if the Sullivans were not involved in swapping. A few times Win had insinuated that they did, but she could not believe it . . . even if Beth was a little loose morally. Now as she stepped to the coffee pot and poured two cups of the hot black liquid, she asked, "Are you sick?"
"That's a joke! No, as a matter-of-fact, I feel very well," Beth grinned. "I took on four men last night, and they almost killed me. I haven't had one minute's sleep all night."
"Beth . . . don't talk like that. I don't think it's a bit funny."
"You don't believe me, do you Margie?"
"No! I don't think that even you could do that," the young wife frowned as she sat down beside the older woman. "Why don't you just accept your marriage and stop trying to convince other people that you're a whore."
"You're a sweet girl, honey, but you're not very smart," Beth said impatiently. She stared thoughtfully at the lovely blonde and a knowing smile flickered across her petite face. She would just have to take things in her own hands and introduce her to the facts of life. She would understand why Win had avoided the subject with his innocent wife, but then, he only had a few days before the General would transfer him to some deep dark army base in some primitive country where he would be forgotten. That was something she did not want to happen, and she was just the one to stop it from happening.
"I like you and I don't like to hear you putting yourself down," the young wife said as she sipped the black coffee and then suddenly asked, throwing the older woman off guard, "What did you mean yesterday when you said that you had seen my husband naked?"
"I . . . I . . . " Beth spluttered, choking on the coffee. "I said that?"
"You know you did."
"Forget it, Margie. Anything that happened before you met Win doesn't involve you, so worry about now."
"Why are you avoiding the statement . . . why don't you just answer my question?" Margie asked, her lips pouting in a childlike expression.
"All right. . . since you insist, I will," the older woman shrugged. "You want to hear all the gory details of the life of a bachelor . . . a desirable bachelor. I suppose you'll feel better knowing everything."
"I've changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it," Margie muttered, suddenly afraid of what she would hear. Win was right . . . it did not concern her!
"Well, you're going to hear it anyway. You're a dummy, Margie! You don't know anything about men or sex, and I think someone ought to teach you a thing or two."
"I know all I want to know!" the nervous young wife sighed, then started to get up from the table.
"Sit down! You're going to listen to me," Beth Sullivan snapped. "I've heard enough moaning and whining from you to last me a lifetime! You're a sanctimonious hypocrite! I bet you enjoy sex just as much as I do! Admit it, don't you?"
"I . . . sure . . . doesn't everyone?"
"No they don't! A lot of women hate it, but there are many who enjoy sex just as much as men do. I happen to be one of them . . . and I think you are, too!"
"I'm sorry if I upset you, Beth. Honestly, though, I don't want to talk about my sex life. That's a very personal thing with me."
"Oh yeah! Well, it won't be for long," the General's wife said slyly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Ask your husband?"
"I'm asking you . . . you're the one who brought it up."
"Okay . . . I fucked your husband before you ever met him, and I loved it! He's a man who likes to satisfy women," the older woman explained, a look of remembered pleasure on her face. "You are lucky to have him for your husband, but if you keep him pussy-whipped, you won't have him for long."
"But . . . but, he's not that . . . I don't do that . . . why do you say that?" Margie stammered, her face pale with confusion and shock.
"Because it's the truth. One woman will never be enough for Win, and if you don't understand that, he'll find someone who does."
"He's my husband and he loves me! He doesn't want another woman," she said, trying to convince herself and Beth. "I know my husband, and you're wrong!"
"Oh, am I?" the older woman asked, thoughtfully biting her lips as she realized that she had gone far enough for the moment. It was up to Win now . . . he was the only one who could force his wife to go to bed with the General. Win had only one love! He wanted to be a General in the U.S. Army, and the sooner Margie learned this, the better off she would be. Too bad, the young girl had become involved with such a career-minded person. She would have married a man who wanted a loving wife first, and was satisfied to cater to her and her alone. She could not help but feel sorry for Margie, but if the girl would only let herself go, she could be much happier.
"Beth! You're teasing me . . . aren't you?" she asked piteously.
"Ask Win! I'm not going to say another word! You won't believe me anyway," the older woman said as she stood up from the table. "Thanks for the coffee, honey. I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you these things."
"I know you're wrong, Beth. My husband is not the kind of man that you think he is," the young wife countered. "I don't care what he did before I married him, he's been faithful to me since then."
"I can surely agree with that," Beth said as she stepped through the house to the front door. "Maybe you've reformed him."
The older woman glanced back at the lovely blonde and wondered if she had accidentally spoken the truth. People do change, she thought, as she got into her Cadillac convertible.
As she drove up the street toward her home, she was thinking about Win's strange behavior. These days he acted as if he had never fucked her! I know Max signed his promotion with the understanding that Margie was going to fuck him! I also know that he still wants her! Max will get her, too! He doesn't give a shit if he destroys both of them! Since I like both of them, I'll just have to help them!
The lovely black-haired woman parked in the driveway of their tri-level house and thoughtfully got out of the car. Then, with a look of a woman who knows what she's doing, she hurried to the kitchen with the two bags of groceries and tossed them on the counter for the housekeeper to put away. Quickly, she ran up the stairs to the top-level bedroom and picked up the telephone, dialing the base.
"Let me speak to Major Barnes," she said as she tapped her fingernails on the receiver.
"Who's calling, please?" the secretary asked.
"Just let me speak to him."
"Yes, Ma'am," the bored voice replied as she put the call on hold.
"Win . . . I have to talk to you," Beth said quickly. "Can you come right away?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home. I just left Margie, and I want to see you before you go home," the older woman said firmly without hesitation."
"What happened? Did you tell her anything?" Win asked anxiously. "I told you I'd take care of everything."
"But you haven't! And you don't have much time left."
"Look, Beth. I know how to handle Margie. You don't!"
"I want to see you . . . now!" she said angrily. "I do mean, now!"
"Can't you tell me on the telephone?" he asked, a sudden fear enveloping him. If Margie asked Beth about the statement she had made yesterday, the bitch would tell her everything! It could be a real problem for him!
"No! I want to see you!" The frowning woman hung up the telephone receiver, and angrily stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips. He'll come! He wouldn't dare ignore me, she thought as she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Yes, he would come, and she would be ready for him! She had waited long enough, and now she meant to have him! Every time she saw him . . . touched him . . . she wanted him so badly that her pussy ached with a wet desire! After she got through with him today, he wouldn't be able to stay away from her! She could almost bet that he hadn't had his cock sucked since the day he got married!
Beth showered and perfumed her child-like body, paying special attention to her breasts and vaginal mound. She would excite him so much that he could not resist her. Then, she felt a frantic need to hurry, as if she knew that he was rushing to her . . . as hungry for her body as she was for his!
The older woman had just turned back the bedspread, and nakedly posed herself in the middle of the king-sized bed when she heard the doorbell chime. Quickly, she pushed the button by the side of the bed, and sultrily answered through the intercom system, "Hello, darling, come on in! I'm upstairs . . . you know where!"
Then, she waited! Seconds later, she stared seductively up at the handsome young Major entering her bedroom, his face an angry mask.
"Just what the fuck do you mean calling me at the office? You know that we agreed that there would be no contact until I was ready," he snarled, his eyes raking her sensually naked body.
"Darling! If I waited for you, you'd never find the time for me. It takes all your strength to keep your wife happy," she crooned, spreading her long slender thighs wide apart, exposing her moist pink cunt. "I needed you!"
He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, and his shoulders seemed to slump a bit as he took her hand.
"Beth! I've missed you, too, but it takes time to change a woman! It hasn't been easy for me either." He knew that he had to appease the older woman unless he wanted her to spoil everything. "Margie was a virgin when I married her! I had to teach her everything . . . at least, I've taught her a few things! I need more time."
"You know that Max signed the promotion, and that means he expects you to produce results, too."
"Yes, I know! Has he said anything to you?" he quizzed expectantly, anxiously trying to find out if the General was pressuring him or it was Beth's idea.
"No! But you and I both know that it won't be long before he does!"
"Can't you get him to give me another year?"
"You gotta be kidding! Even a child wouldn't need that long!" she rasped. "Are you trying to tell me that you can't produce?"
"No! I just need more time," the young man said wearily as he dropped his face in his hands.
"Come here, Sweetie! Let Beth take care of you!" she crooned as she reached out and pulled him down on the bed beside her. "Poor Darling . . . poor . . . poor . . . darling! How you must have suffered!"
"Beth . . . please . . . I . . . you . . . " Win stammered as he felt her unzipping his pants, reaching inside the opening and releasing his long thick penis from the restricting uniform pants. He knew that he should stop her, but the excitement of remembering her hot wonderful mouth kept him from protesting any further.
"Sweetie . . . oh my, sweetie . . . I missed you so much . . . you'll never know," Beth moaned as she caressed his massive penis.
Immediately she felt it becoming hard beneath her gently massaging fingers. "Oh fuck . . . it's so beautiful . . . so wonderful!"
The older woman quickly lifted her naked body and moved between his widespread thighs, kneeling over his uniform clad body. Afraid to insist on his taking off the uniform, she immediately proceeded to administer to his obvious needs. Her trembling right hand moved over his long hard shaft while she used the other one to reach inside his shorts and caress his sperm-bloated balls. Then, unable to wait any longer, she lowered her wetly ovaled mouth down over Win's seeping cock-head, licking across it with her flickering tongue.
"Ummmmmmmmm . . . oh shit . . . Beth . . . your mouth . . . how I missed it," the young Major moaned as he began pumping his hips in an upward movement, trying to impale her rounded red lips with his pulsating penis. He stared down in unabashed pleasure as she moved her teasing little tongue downward to the base of his aching cock and then licked wetly up the full length of his hardened shaft. A loud urgent groan escaped his panting mouth and he sighed, "Oh yes . . . I love that . . . keep sucking, you beautiful bitch . . . suck my cock!"
"Uh-huh," Beth stared up at him, grinning at the sight of his quivering lust. Teasingly then, she lowered her hot hungry mouth again to sensuously slide her ovaled lips down over the swollen tube of his virile young penis, pulling the rubbery cock head deep down inside her warmly moistened throat until his wiry pubic hair was pressing against her nose. Then, she began sucking like a baby calf at it's mother's teats, probing at the sensitive tip with her pointed tongue.
"Jesus Christ, Beth! Your mouth feels good! I haven't been sucked since I married Margie! Oh, yes! Lick it . . . suck it . . . eat it, baby."
The older woman stared up at him with lust-filled eyes as she used her professional knowledge to suck his hotly throbbing maleness inside the saliva-heated depths of her mouth. She knew how he liked to have his cock sucked, and that was what made her the woman she was. She gave every man exactly what they wanted, and they always came back for more! She would make him so hot that he would have no choice but to fuck her . . . therefore, giving her in turn what she wanted and had to have.
Major Barnes watched his commanding officer's naked wife as her head slowly pulled back, his wetly glistening cock sliding out of her moist warm mouth until just the tip was touching her lips. Mesmerized, he stared at her tongue as it flickered across his blood-swollen glans and probed at the tiny slit at the end of his hardened cockshaft. He could not control the groan of pleasure that erupted from his chest as he stared down at the lewd sight of another man's wife with her mouth on his penis. Chills of illicit pleasure raced along the base of his spine and caused him to break out with a sudden light coating of perspiration. Then, her softly ovaled mouth plunged all the way down over his pulsating penis once again, and her saliva bathed his rod of rigid flesh with a tingling moistness. He could feel her incredible lips drawing along the ridge at the base of his cock, tightening like velvet and trapping it in the warm wet cavern of her throat. He was sure that she was going to swallow his entire shaft as she began sliding it in and out between her rounded lips, frictioning across every inch of his hardness.
"Beth . . . oh fuck, Beth . . . you shouldn't be doing that! You know I won't be able to stay away from you, now," he moaned.
Momentarily, Beth lifted her head, and whispered, "That's the idea, sweetie! I'm not going to let you forget it, either!"
"Shit . . . shit . . . suck it more . . . harder . . . I love it . . . I need it," he urged as he reached down and touched her short black hair. "You have the hottest mouth in the whole world, lover!"
"When I'm through with you, you won't ever forget what it feels like . . . again!" the older woman mumbled as she lowered her lips again, her hot breath tickling the tender flesh at the tip of his pulsating penis.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . shitttttttt . . . Aaaggghhh," the young Major rasped as he uncaringly lifted his uniform clad hips, ramming his thick rigid prick up inside her unsuspecting throat.
Momentarily, she gagged on the forceful penetration, but a lewd smile split her face as she realized that he was completely lost now . . . she could do with him as she wished . . . make him do anything she wanted and he would not refuse her! Then, grasping the head of his hotly throbbing penis with her lips, she tightened them around the swollen coronal ridge and began twisting her heated mouth from side to side while holding the rigid shaft with her tightly circled fingers. She gently caressed his cum-loaded testicles while probing at his tightly puckering anus with the tip of her outstretched middle finger of her left hand. Knowledgeably, she twisted her tightly ovaled lips while using her tongue to circle his bloated cock-head in the other direction, causing a double friction against the sensitive underside.
Win fairly simmered with the force of his obscene emotions. He was going out of his head with the erotic sensations as he watched the salacious spectacle of Beth's mouth corkscrewing around and around his wildly quivering cock. It had been a long time since he had been this aroused, and the forbidden pleasure that shivered up and down his frantically pulsating penis, plus the sight of her nakedly writhing body with her small well-formed breasts swinging back and forth, was more than he could imagine. He had almost forgotten how good it was to have a woman wrap her not mouth around his long hard cock.
Suddenly he felt a change in the vibrating sensations rippling outward from his thrusting cock. Then, he realized that she had gagged only because she was not prepared for it. She was actually trying to swallow his thickened shaft down the back of her throat. He could feel the tightness enclosing the head of his penis as it wedged inside her convulsing gullet, and he moaned like a dying man. His eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth bared in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her to follow his directions as he rhythmically fucked his saliva-coated cock in and out of her tightly ovaled lips.
Beth timed her breathing, allowing him to enter her relaxed throat, and then withdraw as though he were fucking her pussy. She was satisfied with his reaction, but now, she was going to finish him off! Give him something to think about while he convinced his young wife that he liked to fuck other women. She reached up with her right hand and removed his fingers from her hair while she gently licked at the vibrating tip of his long rigid shaft. Then, staring up into his lust-contorted face, she smiled as she lowered her mouth down over his warmly pulsing penis, and gripped it with her lips. She squeezed his heated cockshaft against the side of her cheeks, and clamped her tongue to the sensitive underside like a rubber suction cup. Knowledgeably, then, she began sucking as though she were drawing a milk-shake through a plastic straw. Her head moved rapidly up and down over his lust-thickened hardness as she ringed her ovaled lips firmly around the base, and she felt him growing ballooning in her mouth. His cock began to twitch, and the kneeling brunette knew he was close to filling her mouth with his heated cum. Eagerly, she stepped up the pace and sucked even harder.
Entranced, Win felt the spasming muscles of her throat massaging his lust-inflated cockhead, and the intensity of his lustful hunger drove him close to climax.
"Oh shit.. . aaaggghhhhhh . . . Bethhhhhh . . . oh fuck . . . " he groaned. He wanted to cum but, yet, he did not want the pleasure of her moist warm mouth sucking on his sensitive shaft ever to stop. Tensing his loins, he impatiently fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her ovaled red lips, feeling it lunge deeper into her throat and wondered how she could breathe.
Already, his hips were moving in a staccato motion, in time with her lewdly bobbing head, the two of them in complete accord as she gluttonously took the full length of his long hard penis deep inside the warmly clasping softness of her mouth. The fluttering touch of her tongue licking, licking, licking relentlessly at his painfully throbbing shaft was too much for the young husband. He had to cum or go crazy with the pain-pleasure that was now shorting out his raw nerve-endings.
"Oh Christ, Beth . . . I'm going to cum . . . in your mouth . . . I want to fill your fucking mouth with my cum . . . yesssss, you sweet little bitch, here it comes! Aaaggghhhhhhhhh . . . " he roared as she began sucking with an even greater force, sliding her heated mouth up and down the wetly glistening length of his cock.
Beth's eyes were closed now, and her breath was coming in sharp desperate gasps as though, she too, was about to cum. She could sense the mounting lust of the young man, could feel the heavy burgeoning of his mushroom-like cock head and the swelling of the tube along the underside, and she began to suck even more voraciously, drawing her teeth along the swollen shaft, letting them nip gently into the resisting flesh as she bobbed her head convulsively up and down in an obscene rhythm of oral passion.
Win stared down at the General's sensual wife, reveling in the stimulating sensations of her tongue and mouth as his virile sperm swirled around his sensitive testicles. He flexed his buttocks and entwined his fingers in her soft raven hair again, forcing her widely stretched mouth downward until her lips were pressing against his pubic hair, and held it. The pressure of his super-heated sperm had built up until he could feel the great churning pools begin to flow down the full length of his wildly throbbing cockshaft, ready to burst forth.
Beth felt the head of his cock swell even larger against her tightened throat, and she knew he was ready to explode. At the same time her own arousal was forcing her to grind her tingling cunt down against the mattress. Her face was trapped against the young major's pants zipper, and she could not escape the strangle-hold on her hair. Just as she thought she could not hold her breath any longer, she heard him yelp.
"Oh shit. . . Lover . . . Lover! Its just for you . . . all of it," he groaned as his heated cum spurted from the head of his unbearably throbbing cock.
Beth gulped and swallowed as she took the first violent blast of his thick white cum into her mouth, trying to empty the spewing semen before he filled her mouth again. She choked and her throat spasmed in a frenzy to get it all, as his pungent cum jetted into her frantically sucking mouth in great showering spurts, her cheeks bloating out obscenely and then hollowing as they emptied again and again. And she swallowed . . . and swallowed. Loving it. Wanting more as the ejaculating penis jetted out spurt after spurt of semen.
Her naked body jerked as his virile male juices flowed down into her quivering belly, and she greedily licked at the slowly subsiding penis in her mouth as though it were covered with chocolate. Even as his gradually softening cock began to deflate, the lustful older woman would not let it go. Her sensually nibbling lips continued to move over his twitching softness as she lapped at the remaining cum and sucked it until it was completely dry.
"Ummmmm . . . " the young husband mumbled, his satiated uniform-clad body relaxing against the mattress of the General's bed. He could still feel Beth Sullivan's lips on his rubbery cock, sticking up out of his pants, but he was unable to move. His veins were filled with water instead of blood, and his entire body trembled with the impact of his climax.
Seconds later, Win felt her mouth begin moving once more, and her tongue swirled around his softened penis with a maddening slowness. Immediately, he felt his penis coming to life again, and his guilt-ridden conscience at betraying his innocent young wife returned to haunt him. But soon all he could think about was the pleasure the older woman was bringing him. He did not have the strength to stop her.
Beth sucked at the Major's long thick cock until it was pulsating hard again, and then she lifted her naked body up and over his still clothed form. Slowly, savoring every wicked moment of it, she lowered her hotly aroused pussy down over the saliva-coated tip of his rigid penis, which was sticking up like a tent peg from his unzipped pants. With lust-glazed eyes, she sensually rubbed her hair-lined vagina back and forth over his thickened shaft, teasing it into even greater hardness.
"Oh fuck . . . that feels so good," Win groaned as the soft moistness of her heated cunt enclosed his already throbbing cock.
"Now we fuck," Beth said, slowly impaling her heated cunt with his thick rigid penis . . .
* * *
An hour later, a drained Major lifted the naked woman from his wearily trembling body and got up from the bed. Momentarily, he stared down at Beth's closed eyes. Her face held the expression of an innocent child, but he knew that it was a false impression. She had enticed him into her bed and seduced him with her exciting mouth, but he was glad that it had happened. Now, it would help him to tell his wife what he had gotten her into. He had been faithful to Margie for an entire year, longer than he had even thought possible, and he had believed that he was completely satisfied with the arrangement. But now, he would never be able to stay away from Beth. He had missed her, after all! Besides, the only way you could reach the top of the ladder in the Army was catering to your superior officer, and his General demanded only one thing! His wife!
He shivered at the thought of what Margie's response to the suggestion would be, and instinctively knew that she would have to be forced . . . he would insist that she accept his decision. He might lose her, but still, his chances of success in the Army depended on the results . . . satisfying results! General Sullivan was a tough man who would be unsympathetic to failure.
Nervously, he climbed into his car and drove away from the expensive house, looking back only once before gunning the engine, anxious to escape the trap he had built for himself. Unable to face his trusting wife, he returned to the Army base and immediately went to the Officer's club where he tried to drown his weakness in too many martinis.
CHAPTER FIVE
Major Barnes arrived home that evening in a state of almost drunken insensibility. General Maxwell Sullivan had found him in the Officer's Club, too loaded to drag himself to his car. Then, Max had driven him home to his wife, leaving his car on the base. When he rang the doorbell, Margie opened the door to see the smiling older man who was holding her husband to keep him from falling down.
"Wha . . . what happened, General?" she asked in disbelief.
"I think he had one too many," Max chuckled. "It happens to all of us at one time or another."
"Where's the car? Did he try to drive home?"
"No! I picked him up at the club."
"Thank you. I'll get him to bed," she said gratefully. But when she tried to hold him up, she almost fell on top of his heavy body. It was a dead weight and she was not strong enough to balance him. Angrily, she snapped, "God-dammit, Win. Help me."
"Wait a minute. I better do it," General Sullivan said as he half lifted, half dragged the tall muscular man into the house, and through the living room, up the stairs to the bedroom and literally dumped him down on the king-sized bed. "Goddamn! He's a heavy mother!"
"I'm sorry, Max, but he never does this. I wonder what happened?"
"Who knows? When I couldn't find him, I went to the club and there he was. A man doesn't need an excuse to drink, especially if he's up for promotion," the gray-haired man grinned. "When he wakes up, you can tell him that this is for him."
Margie took the silver oak leaf from the General's hand and gasped, "He made it? He made Lieutenant Colonel?"
"Yes. Does that make you happy, beautiful?"
"Oh . . . yes! He was worried to death that he would be passed over," she dimpled. "Now he won't have to resign from his precious Army."
"He doesn't have to sweat it anymore, Margie. Not if you're nice to me," Max crooned as his arm quickly moved around her shoulders, pulling her against his muscular chest. "Yeah! You be nice to the General, and your husband can do anything he wants."
The surprised young wife felt his strong arms tightening around her body, and she shivered with loathing for the older man. She tried to push him away but, his arms held her captive, she could not move. She wanted to yell at him but his mouth pressed against her trembling lips and his thick wet tongue slid between her slightly parted lips. Momentarily, she stiffened as she felt his bulging crotch rubbing against her vaginal mound, but then she relaxed, knowing that she was helpless to his advances with Win lying on the bed too drunk to move. Besides, if what Beth told her was true, Max thought nothing of kissing her. He had done it before and, even though she did not like it any better this time, she decided to stay calm.
Slowly, when he least expected it, she pushed him away, and said, "I'd better get Win undressed for bed."
"Yeah . . . I suppose you should," Max said as he stared at the blonde wife's blushing face. She had not responded to his advances, but she had not pushed him away either. It was just possible that the Major had already told her that she was involved in more than she had bargained for! Anyway, he would let her have her way this time, but not again!
"Good evening, Margie," Max said smilingly as he turned toward the bedroom door. When she started to follow him, he stopped her, "I can let myself out. You take care of your husband."
Angrily, the young wife turned to her drunken husband expecting him to be asleep.
When she saw his eyes open and a one-sided grin on his face, she snapped, "How could you? I don't think its very funny! You embarrassed me by having the General bring you home like this! It's disgusting!"
"Oh yeah! Looked to me like you were enjoying his kiss. I couldn't tell that you were embarrassed," he chuckled. "You thought I was passed out, and you let him hold you for a long time before you pushed him away."
"That's not true! I didn't want him to kiss me! He forced himself on me."
"Oh yeah! That's what all the whoring bitches say," Win rasped, forcing himself to appear the injured party. "You think I won't know about it . . . and you fuck around. Is that the way it is?"
"No! You're wrong, darling. No one has ever kissed me like that before. I was helpless against Max. You know that . . . if you were watching. He wouldn't let me go."
"Oh hell," the young husband snapped, letting his real feelings come through. "I don't care. Why do you make such a big deal out of a little kiss?"
"Win! What's wrong with you?" Confused and upset over her husband's strange reaction, she dropped down on the side of the bed, and continued, "I don't understand you. You've been acting strange for almost a week now. Have I done something wrong?"
"Of course not! You never do anything wrong. You're a sanctimonious bitch," he said through gritted teeth as he stood up beside the bed. But the effects of the alcohol he had consumed returned to stagger him and he fell backwards, his head spinning wildly. He held on to the edge of the bed to steady himself as he sat down beside his wife, and continued. "Shit! I must have drank a dozen martinis!"
"I believe it! I've never seen you when you couldn't even walk," she replied, her face pale. "Tell me what's wrong, darling?"
"It's nothing, baby. You know I'm waiting for my promotion," he said cautiously. "I always get this way when I'm under pressure.
"I didn't know it was so important. Can't you take the exam more than once?"
"What exam?" he snarled. "I didn't make it last year and it really hurt. You only get two chances."
"What happened? Did you get in trouble?"
"Yes . . . I got married."
"You're kidding! That wouldn't have anything to do with your promotion."
"That's what you know about it," he snorted, remembering his conversation with the General a year ago after he had met Margie and told Max that he was going to marry her. After his confession that she was not the type for wife-swapping, the older man had exploded in a tirade of angry accusations, insisting that Win did not want to share his lovely young wife. If it had not been for Beth's understanding, he would have been transferred to some place like Fayetteville, Alabama. But, he would not tell her about that!
"Win . . . Win . . . Win . . . "
"Wha . . . were you saying something?" he asked, his face flushed with a combination of anger and respect for his Commanding officer. The old bastard knew what he wanted, and he always got it. Now, he would even get Margie!
"I asked you if you would be happy if you knew that Max had already signed your promotion?"
"Yes . . . of course," he slurred drunkenly, his eyes filming as his head began spinning. He should tell her more, right now, but she was so damned innocent!
"Then, you can stop worrying about it," she dimpled and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. "I have a surprise for you."
Quickly, bubbling with excitement, Margie reached down and took the small Oak leaf from her pocket and pinned it on his shoulder. She studied him as his eyes became strange slits. Then, he reached up and touched the insignia reverently, but he did not seem very surprised!
"Where did you get this?" he asked.
"Max gave it to me. He told me that you could stop worrying about your promotion, Colonel!"
"That's nice!"
"Is that all you have to say? I'd think you would jump up and down with joy . . . and relief," she said disappointed. "I know! You saw him give it to me."
"No! Really I didn't, but I'm not surprised that I made it," he sighed, then added, "You see, Margie, I make sure that I don't fail a second time! I do whatever it takes to succeed in my career."
"Why is it so important?"
"How many Colonels do you know who are only thirty-three years old?"
"I . . . I never thought about it," she said thoughtfully. "You're right! They all have gray hair."
"That's right! I am the youngest. I want to be a General and I don't want to be dead when I make it," he rasped and poked his chin out in defiance. "I want to give the orders!"
"If it's that important to you, darling, I hope you do. But you don't have to do it for me," she said sadly. "I'll love you even if you had to resign from the Army as a Major."
"I don't do it for you. I do it for myself . . . and me alone," he snorted, then suddenly realized how he must sound to her. His powerful ambition was lost on his innocent young wife; it confused her. Christ! It wasn't Margie's fault. He smiled softly and whispered, "I love you. You shouldn't worry about anything but keeping me happy."
"I don't."
"Then, make me happy," he grinned as he pulled her back down on the bed beside him.
"Oh shit . . . my head is going around and around so fast that I can't think straight."
"Take your clothes off and go to bed," she said quietly, still confused over his sudden outburst. "I'll help you."
"No! Stay where you are. I want to talk to you."
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"I want to ask you something . . . will you think about it before you answer? Be honest," he said seriously.
"Certainly, darling. I'm always honest."
"Do you really love me?"
"Certainly!"
"How much?"
"More than anything in the whole world . . . even my own life."
"You mean that?"
"Yes . . . yes I do," she said with deep emotion, holding him tightly with both arms, he face pressed against his shoulder. "I'd do anything for you."
"Anything?"
"Of course! What are you getting at?"
"I have to ask you to something for me, and I just wanted to know if you would do it." Win said secretively, his eyes wide and staring up toward the ceiling as he held her with one arm, his hand unconsciously caressing her blouse-covered breast.
"You only have to ask . . . why the big secret?"
"Because it's so important that I couldn't take the chance of your saying no."
"Have I ever refused you anything?"
"Yep! Before we were married," he chuckled nervously.
"Oh you," she said affectionately and turned her face up to his. He kissed her passionately on the lips, letting his stiffened tongue slide between her teeth and probed at her warm moist mouth. He knew that now was the time to explain his position with the General, but he wanted to do it right. He would have to make her feel like she was doing it for him. Teasingly, he lowered his right hand to the hem of her dress and slid it upward, exposing her panty-covered vaginal mound. A second later his fingers slid beneath the waistband, he felt the taut smoothness of her belly like warm velvet and her sparsely curling pussy hair. His fingers parted the soft blonde curls and caressed her already moistened cuntal lips. He could feel her lurch at his touch and spread her thighs wide apart. He fought to control the grin that was splitting his face. She was absolutely impossible! She had so much love that she could keep a dozen men happy, and yet, she only wanted him. It was a compliment to him as a virile man, but he would be better off if she concentrated on the General. Gently, he worked at her wetly clasping pussy lips, spearing his outstretched middle finger in and out of her pulsing sheath while he ground his lips against her moaning mouth. mouth.
Margie felt the touch of his lips, his fingers on her tingling vaginal flesh, and she writhed in sexual pleasure. Yes, she would do anything for him as long as he gave her this! His love was the one thing she could not live without . . . anymore! She needed his mouth . . . his hands . . . . . his body . . . yes, even his wonderful satisfying penis!
If he stopped loving me, she thought, I would surely die! But in the back of her mind there came an answering reply, I don't think so! You can always find another man to satisfy you! The young girl was momentarily confused by her thoughts, but then she let her husband's caressing fingers take all other thought from her mind.
Suddenly, Win pulled his mouth away from hers and whispered, "You're sure that you want me to ask?"
'Yes, darling. Tell me what you want," she panted as her vaginal mound lifted of its own accord for more of his outstretched finger.
"I want you to let Max fuck you," he said quietly, his rhythmically thrusting finger still sliding back and forth across her sensitive clitoral nub.
Momentarily, Margie thought she had misunderstood him, and she moaned, her right hand moving downward to guide his stiffened finger deep up inside her vagina. "Huh . . . harder . . . deeper . . . what did you say?"
"Will you let the general fuck you?"
"Win!" the young wife gasped, jerking away from her husband, and standing up beside him while she straightened her dress in place. "You don't mean it!"
"How else can I say it? General Max Sullivan wants to sleep with my wife. Does that sound better?"
"You mean. . . that you . . . you would let him do it?" she asked in shocked surprise.
"Sure! Why not? There's enough for both of us," the new Colonel said matter-of-factly. "I don't see anything wrong with it."
"You don't! What about you and me? What about our marriage? What about your vows? Didn't you mean them?" Her voice was a hoarse whisper of accusation full of disbelief and something else he couldn't define.
"Sure! I love you! I'll take care of you through sickness and health! I'll support you! I'll do all the things to make you happy . . . unless it coincides with my career."
"What about adultery? Don't you believe in that?"
"Shit, no! That's something made up by men who can't fuck more than one woman," he replied. "I can take care of a dozen women . . . make my own laws about my marriage."
"I don't believe it! I must be dreaming!"
"No! It's true! If you're so gung-ho about marriage vows, what about the one that says you will obey me?"
"I . . . I . . . it doesn't mean things like that!"
"Who says! Its a broad statement, all right! But so are all the other promises," Win yawned, wishing she would say yes or no and let it go at that. The alcohol had made him feel a little sick at his stomach, and he wanted to sleep it off.
"I won't do it! I can't do it, Win," she pleaded. "I can't."
"You can, but you won't," he snapped angrily. "Leave me alone. I want to go to sleep."
"Please listen to me! Tell me that you don't mean it."
"I asked a simple little thing like this, and you go off the deep end. You're a liar, Margie. You said that you would do anything for me."
"I . . . I will . . . but not this . . . " she whined. "You don't love me! You never have! You just used me."
"It's debatable, my pet, who used whom," he chuckled, then added, "You seem to get a bigger kick out of fucking than I do."
"Win! Don't do this to me! I can't do what you ask," she pleaded piteously, covering her face with her hands.
"You mean that you don't want to do it. Okay! I heard you, now get out and leave me alone."
"I . . . I . . . "
"Go . . . get out of my sight. I want to go to sleep," he snapped angrily, pushing her backwards with his shoe.
He stared at her grief-stricken face as she turned and disappeared through the bedroom door, closing it behind her. Momentarily, his guilt exploded inside him and he wanted to run to her, tell her that he was only kidding. But, he could not do that! He was Colonel Barnes now! It was worth all the arguments and unpleasantness of letting his wife fuck other men. He was sure that she would do it. . . yes, but she would do it not because she wanted to, but for him! He really did control her! Yes, she would do anything that he asked her to do . . . even if she did have to fight her conscience about it. Soon, it would be second nature to her! She would give of herself anytime he asked her to. Then, when he was General, she would be the one who enticed the younger men . . . like Beth!
The sour taste in his mouth was suddenly like acid, and the Martinis in his stomach began a swirling motion as his belly heaved. The nausea grew. He barely made it to the sink before the first convulsive spasms forced his stomach's contents up out of his choking throat.
When the vomiting stopped, he stared through watering eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Something seemed different about him.
Then he spotted it.
"His Colonel's insignia!
But he vomited again . . .
CHAPTER SIX
Margie Barnes awoke the next morning, still fully dressed, lying on the sofa with the afghan pulled up over her body. The young wife's eyes were red and swollen from the almost ceaseless tears that she had shed during the night. She had left the upstairs bedroom last night and gone downstairs to think about the horrible request that her husband made. Slowly it began to sink in that Win really was deadly serious in demanding that she make love with General Sullivan or he would not want her for his wife!
Finally, after the shock had worn off and there was nothing left for her to do but give in to his demands, Margie made a decision. She had meant it when she told her young husband that she loved him so much that she would do anything he asked. True! She did not want to live without Win. If this was what he wanted, she would do her best to accept it. After her decision, she had returned to the upstairs bedroom to talk to him, but he was sleeping like a baby. She had been so angered by his unconcern that she had gone back to the downstairs living room and slept on the sofa all night. She tried to hate her husband, but she could not do it. She still loved him even though he had insulted her intelligence by suggesting such an immoral way to keep their marriage together. She could not believe that she had been wrong about Win, but she did know that he had meant what he said about her going to bed with Max!
Now, stiff from the uncomfortable way she had slept, she reluctantly got up and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Hesitantly, she turned the doorknob and opened the bedroom door to tell him that it was time for him to get up, but the bed was empty! Win had already awakened! Quickly then, she opened the connecting bathroom door, but he was not there, either. Thoughtfully, she moved to the open side of the bedroom and leaned over the banister, searching the first floor for some signs of her husband.
When she realized that the house was empty except for herself, she lifted her arm and checked her watch for the time. It was only eight o'clock. Win never left the house before eight-fifteen! He had gone early to keep from talking to her! He hated her so much that he did not even want to see her!
Sadly, she moved through the room to the bathroom and took a cold shower, trying to bring some life into her tortured mind, but when she stepped from the tub-shower, she still felt miserable and unhappy. She wanted to die! She simply did not want to live without Win! She was as bad as he! She would even stoop as low as he wanted her to do just to keep him as her husband. She wanted to make him happy and she would even let Max make love to her if it would help her keep Win's love.
The shock of her thoughts made her entire body tremble with the impact of her decision. Until now, she truly believed that she would never let another man touch her, and yet, subconsciously she had known all along that she would end up doing what Win wanted her to do.
She was well aware of the fact that her sin would be just as great as her husband's if she accepted his way of life, but she was selfish enough to put that thought in the back of her mind. As long as she could rationalize it as "obeying" her husband, she would be able to live with it.
Somehow, Margie got through the day, and when five o'clock rolled around, she was impatiently waiting for Win to come home from the Army base. She called several times, but he was always out. Now, she waited, five-thirty, six, six-thirty, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve! By one a.m. the following morning, she could wait no longer, and with trembling hands picked up the telephone and dialed the General's home.
"Beth! I'm sorry to bother you so late, but have you seen Win?" the distraught young wife said into the telephone receiver.
"Who ish thish," Beth Sullivan slurred drunkenly. "Margie . . . ish that you, Margie?"
"Yes . . . yes . . . it's me . . . I . . . Win didn't come home last night, she said brokenly over the telephone. The trembling blonde was just going to tell the older woman that they had a fight when she heard a lot of loud noise in the background. "Did I interrupt you?"
"No . . . no, honey. We're having a party . . . celebrating . . . " she stammered drunkenly. "I didn't understand you. I think I'm drunk."
"Sorry I bothered you," Margie snapped as she heard an all too familiar voice nearby. It was her husband!
"Wait.. . wait a shecon . . . where are you? Why aren't you at Win's celebration?"
The young wife heard the words and felt faint as she hung up the telephone without answering. She had worried that he was in a hospital somewhere, his body broken . . . or dead! She had worried that he had left her for good, but never this! Never a deliberate attempt to insult her!
Her legs were too weak to stand, and her eyes were blinded by tears as she dropped to the floor beside the sofa, her face buried in the foam rubber cushion. She suddenly wanted to destroy the man who was her husband. She hated him as she had never hated anyone in her whole life! He was a monster! An inconsiderate animal! She had consented joining him in his dirty wife-swapping scheme, and he was not even giving her a chance to do it now. She beat her fist against the sofa arm and moaned with uncontrollable mental anguish! She would show him! She would make him sorry for what he had done to her! I should thank the son of a bitch, she thought. He saved me from becoming a filthy whore! Yes, I would even have done that for him! But not now! Never!
She had just gotten up from the floor and was moving toward the stairway when she heard the front door opening. Believing that Win had come home to her as soon as Beth told him that she had called, Margie ran to the doorway, all thought of her recent resolution forgotten, and cried out, "Darling, I'm sorry! Please forgive me."
"Certainly. Anytime," General Max Sullivan answered, a grin of triumph on his face as he took her in his arms. "I didn't know you cared!"
Margie gasped in sudden shock, her arms still outstretched, her mouth open in disbelief. Momentarily, she could not move! Then, she began struggling, and stammered, "I . . . I thought . . . Win. Why . . . what are you doing here?"
"Win asked me to take care of you until he's available," the older man chuckled. "He thought you might be lonely all by yourself."
"Please leave, Max," the young blonde said wearily. "I'm tired. I want to go to bed."
"Good! That's where I want to go, too! We'll sleep together," he teased as he tried to trap her lips with his mouth.
"Please! Please go!" Margie pleaded, smelling his alcoholic breath, knowing that he had drunk too much and was incapable of thinking sensibly. "Don't do something that you'll be sorry for tomorrow."
"Let's go to bed and talk," Max chortled. "I want to tell you how much I want to fuck you."
"I'll forget what you said, if you'll leave," the frightened wife panted, struggling to get away from his tightened arms. Suddenly, he let her go and she began moving toward the stairway, but the General only followed her up the stairs and, before she could lock the bedroom door behind her, he pushed her backwards against the bed.
Margie felt the edge of the bed pressing against the back of her knees and she fell sprawling across the king-sized mattress. She was too shocked to move or say anything for a second, and then it was too late. Max Sullivan had entered the room and in a split second, fallen across her awkwardly posed body, knocking the breath out of her.
As soon as she could speak, she gasped, "Max! Go away! Please leave me alone! I don't know what Win told you, but I did not agree to let you make love to me."
"You didn't?" Win lied, acting surprised. "He told me that you did."
"Well, I didn't! I'm married . . . whether my husband remembers that or not, I consider it a crime to commit adultery."
"Win told me to come over here and fuck you," the General said lewdly. "And that's what I'm gonna do! Women should be used and not heard! Now you be quiet and cooperate."
The young blonde saw the older man's hungrily leering eyes running over her naked thighs where her dress had slipped upward when she fell, and she was suddenly afraid of the powerfully built Scotsman lying on top of her. She would not dare anger him! He could rape her without too much of an effort, but if she pleaded with him, he might let her go! It was worth a try even if it failed. Then, she would have no other choice!
"Max! I know that Beth thinks nothing of having other men, but I don't believe in it," she said with conviction. "I've never made love to any other man but Win."
"Don't give me that shit! You can't be that dumb!"
"It's the truth! I'm a faithful wife!"
"Then, it's about time you learned all about your husband. Maybe it'll change your attitude."
"I know all I want to know about him. I know that he expects me to make love with you, but I don't understand why."
"It's simple. He wants to stay in the Army!"
"What do I have to do with that."
"Either you play ball, or I don't promote him."
"That's terrible," Margie gasped in disbelief.
"These are tough times, beautiful! We discharged twenty five hundred officers during the past two years for failing to win promotion to the next highest grade," General Sullivan snorted. "Just who do you think your husband is?"
"He's a good Army Officer. He does his job well and he's a conscientious man," she said angrily. "He's an asset to the Army."
"You're pretty stupid, afterall. I think we should have a school to educate Army wives," Max said, shaking his head as he moved to the bed beside her, his hand still on her naked thigh. "I know a man who was forced to leave the Army only thirty two days before he could have retired with many benefits. Now, he's drawing unemployment and his family is starving to death. He's even had to get food stamps to feed them."
"That's terrible! How can the Army do that to a man?" she asked. "Why?"
"He was passed over the second time, and that's the only reason the Army needs," Max grinned. "He had been told time and time again what he would have to do to make it, and he ignored it."
"You mean that you told him he would have to give you his wife in exchange for a promotion?"
"Not me . . . but there is another officer . . . . . a Colonel in our town who is being discharged next week . . . he's the one you're thinking about," Max snapped angrily. "I warned the bastard for the last time, and he told me to go to hell."
"How old is he?"
"Forty-five years old! He only had thirty days to go to be eligible for retirement. Now what the fuck is he going to do at that age?"
"You mean that he devoted his entire life to the Army, and they threw him out?" she asked. "Why didn't they wait until he could retire? Would a month make all that difference?"
"Since the Vietnam war the Army has cut back thousands of officers and most of them had fine military records, but someone had to go. We cut the losers first. If a man obeys his Commanding officer, he doesn't get his discharge order," Max chuckled, delighting in apprising the young blonde of his powers. "It's about time you learn who really runs the Army."
"You mean Generals like you," Margie snapped, her eyes sparkling with anger. "If I don't do what you want me to do, you'll get rid of Win the same way."
"No . . . not if he gets rid of you," the older man stared at the lovely wife with lust-slitted eyes. She was even more exciting when she was angry. "But I don't think you'll get away with it! I think he'll slap the shit outta you, and I'm going to help him keep his wife."
"How can you do such horrible things? You encourage men to make a career of the Army, use up their most valuable years, and then throw them out simply because they don't become pimps for you old worn-out Generals," she exploded. "I think it's a crime. Why doesn't someone do something about it?"
"They can't! We have too much power. But there's something you don't know about. How do you think I made General?" he asked. "I certainly didn't get where I am by keeping my prick in my pants all the time. Ask my wife what she has invested in my rank?"
"One day you'll be caught and the government will put you in prison where you belong," she snapped, her anger glowing hot and violent. "I wish I could stop you! I'd like to see you begging for reinstatement . . . and see your name smeared in the newspapers."
"You just might! I understand there's an investigation underway. But, don't hold your breath," he snorted. "I can retire anytime . . . I already have my time in, and I know how to handle politicians. I've been one all my life."
"A filthy animal. . . that's what you are!" Margie rasped disgustedly.
Momentarily, the gray-haired General's face darkened with impatience, and a frown of angry displeasure tightened the muscles around his mouth. "You're not for real! You let me kiss you when I brought your husband home! You let me rub my prick against your pussy, and now you're trying to tell me that you don't like fucking? Either you're a prick-tease, or you just like to get raped!"
"No . . . I'm not like that. I . . . noooooooooo . . . " Margie wailed, trying to pull away from his probing fingers as he slid his hand up to her panty-covered vagina. Her words were cut off and it was impossible to protest further as Max's warm wet mouth came down on her lips. At the same time, he began stroking her naked inner thighs, and instant goose bumps covered her soft satiny skin. She pulled her leg away from his hand, but it only widened her vaginal slit and forced her dress even higher, exposing her entire lower body.
"You know you want to be fucked. See, your cunt is hot and juicy," the General exclaimed as, without warning, he suddenly slid the fingers of his right hand upward until the tips were digging in under the tight elastic leg band of her panties.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . " Margie groaned as she felt the unwanted tingle of desire shivering through her quivering cuntal slit. "No . . . I don't . . . I don't . . . "
"The hell you don't! Your cunt is so hot and wet that I could shove my whole arm up inside your belly," Max chortled as he jerked his hand from her vaginal mound and quickly grabbed the waistband of her nylon panties. "I want to fuck you, and you'd better get ready if you know what's good for you! I know how to slap you around, if that's what you like!"
"Noooooo . . . oh, no . . . don't hurt me," the cowering young wife pleaded as she felt her panties ripping away from her buttocks. She could hear the material tearing and was immediately convinced that this brutal beast would think nothing of hurting her. When the cold air struck her already heated vagina, she felt a jolt of treacherous delight surging through her sensitive breasts, but even as the vaginal juices flowed from her innermost feminine flesh, she repeated, "No . . . no . . . I don't want you to . . . "
"Will you look at that wet little cunt," Max roared. "It's a flooded lake already!"
"I don't want you to love me . . . please let me go."
"I'd say you want to be fucked so bad right now that you can hardly wait for my cock to split your tight little pussy wide open," the General gloated. Grinning lewdly, he dug his outstretched middle finger deep up inside her warmly moistened pussy and wiggled it around and around. He could feel her vaginal muscles clutching at his finger, and he chuckled as he said, "Yes, you want a taste of my man-sized prick!"
"No . . . no . . . no, I don't . . . " Margie moaned, but her actions belied her words. Her naked vagina unconsciously lifted upward as a shiver of shameless desire trembled through her body.
Max Sullivan suspected that she would never willingly consent to his demands, and yet, Win had been sure that she would! But then, most women liked to be forced the first time! It helped them rationalize it later on when they were yelling out their need to be fucked. An obscene grin split his face at the lewd thought, and he seized her shoulders with one hand, lifted her up from the bed, and grabbed her dress with the other hand. Before she could even think about what was happening, he had stripped her dress from her body. Then, he fought her flailing arms to pull at her lacy white brassiere until it jerked free of her fleshy up-thrust breasts. She struggled silently now as he made her naked, but all her efforts to escape were futile for he easily held her thrashing legs between his muscular thighs.
A gasp escaped the older man's throat as he saw her rosy nipples quivering into erected little buds. He could hardly control himself as he stared down at her sensuous young body, her golden crown of pussy curls and her unblemished thighs and ass-cheeks.
"Oh, please let me go," Margie moaned as she tried to get up from her penned-down position. "I don't want you to make love to me."
"Love you hell! I'm just gonna fuck you . . . not marry you," he chuckled as his mouth dropped to her naked mounds of quivering flesh. He fastened his lips to her firm little nipples, and held on tight even though the young wife tried to push his head away from her melon-like breasts.
"Noooooo . . . noooooooo . . . " Margie wailed as she tried to struggle from his grasp. She felt the tingling excitement building up down there between her naked thighs and, Oh God, how she hated it! She tried to force the salacious thought from her mind, but her body was already betraying her to the inexorably building tide of lust in her loins.
Quickly then, Max used both hands to hold her shoulders flat on the bed and knelt over her widespread thighs. Then, he held her helpless beneath him while he spoke, "Margie, my pet! You listen to me, and you listen well! I'm not going to tell you again. You be nice and hold still while I get my clothes off, and I won't hurt you. But . . . if you so much as lift one finger, I'm going to shove my cock in your mouth and make you suck it until I cum! Do you understand?"
"I . . . I . . . Yes . . . but . . . "
"No buts about it! I mean it," the General snapped. "Now, I'm going to stand up and take off my pants and shirt. Okay?"
"Okay," the young blonde said quickly, believing that once he let her go, somehow, someway, she could get away from him. Her eyes searched for something to strike him with, and then, just as he leaned over to remove his pants from his feet, she moved! Rolling over in a flip, she did not stop until she was standing on the other side of the bed. In a flash, she had a crystal bedroom lamp in her hand and lifted it over her head, ready to strike.
"Now, you son of a bitch," she rasped. "You let me go or I'll kill you."
Almost as if he had not heard, Max continued removing his trousers, and then his shoes, but his face darkened with anger at the young wife's disobedience. Silently, he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his muscular arms until it dropped to the floor. Not once did he take his glittering eyes from the nakedly trembling girl standing on the other side of the bed. Then, finally, he was completely naked! He stood before her, his long hard cock standing straight up, jerking in impatient readiness. Proudly, he reached down with his left hand and began massaging his penis, his eyes still glued to the lovely blonde's face. He grinned when he saw her glance falter, and her eyes drop to his thick rigid prick.
Margie could not help herself! Uncontrollably, as she gazed at his visibly pulsating shaft, a shiver of admiration trembled through her naked body. She had never seen such a handsome older man. There was not an ounce of fat on his six foot three inch body, and the muscles rippled in his arms and shoulders. His belly was flat and hard, and he looked as young as her own husband. His face and gray hair was the only contradiction to his youthful body. Momentarily, she forgot her purpose, and that was all it took for her to lose control of the situation. She had been betrayed by her own lustful hunger!
"You fucking bitch, I warned you," Max snorted as he lunged across the bed toward her, his right hand aiming at the crystal lamp. As soon as he had a good grip on the heavy instrument, he slammed it over the open half-wall of the upstairs bedroom and sent it crashing to the living room floor below. Then, before Margie could move, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on top of him. Immediately he rolled over, positioning her in the middle of the king-sized bed, with his own body covering hers.
"Oh no . . . please . . . I didn't mean it. . . let me go . . . " she moaned, knowing that she was trapped for good now. She could only hope that he would forget about his threat. Anyway, she would never let him put his filthy penis inside her mouth, even if he killed her!
"Just remember that you asked for it!" Max snorted as he straddled her nakedly squirming body, and moved upward until he was kneeling over her proud young breasts. Before she could stop him, he pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her tightly clenched lips. "Suck it!"
"No . . . No . . . not that," Margie gasped as she jerked her face sideways and moved her lips away from his warmly pulsing penis. "I'll never do that."
"Oh no?" the older man roared, his obscene lust driving him to a brutal high. Sadistically, he grabbed her face with both hands and forced her mouth back into position. Then, he pressed the mushroom-like head of his pulsating hardness against her trembling mouth while he pinched her cheeks. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to cry out in pain, and he slipped his massive cockhead just inside her open lips.
Incapable of speaking or fighting him any longer, Margie continued shaking her head, staring up at him with wide frightened eyes. He was going to choke her to death if he shoved his long hard cock into her throat. Her jaws ached already and he had only begun!
"Suck it . . . I said suck my goddamned cock, you fucking bitch," the General groaned lewdly, his voice choking with powerful desire as he shoved his thick rigid shaft forward, burying it inside her soft warm mouth. "Aaaggghhhhhh . . . so good . . . so hot!"
Margie could only plead with her eyes now as he filled her mouth and throat with his massive hardness, choking her with the thickly swollen cockhead. The first pangs of shame hit her only after she had adjusted the obscenely pulsating penis inside her mouth, giving her room to breathe. Instead of a wonderful husband making love to her, a monstrous fiend was violating her virginal mouth with his perverted sex. He was treating her like a common whore . . . committing a crime against nature!
"Suck it . . . harder . . . tighten your lips and suck . . . use your tongue . . . don't you know what to do?" Max demanded, his face frowning in disbelief.
The terrified young blonde shook her head from side to side, trying to convince him that she had never been forced to do such an evil thing before. If he believed her, he might let her go!
"I don't believe it . . . Win loves cock-sucking! You should see him go with my wife!" The older man gloated, his face masked with the sudden knowledge that he was the first to fuck her mouth. "Wait'll I tell him that I taught you how to treat a husband! Now suck, or I'll rip your fucking head off." His fingers wrapped themselves tightly in her disheveled blonde hair, and he saw her wince in pain.
With one last moan of utter defeat, and disappointment in her young husband, she reluctantly submitted to the degrading action and slowly began moving her lips up and down over his hotly throbbing penis. The sooner she got it over with, the sooner he would let her go. She might as well accept her fate! He would rape her mouth until he filled it with his vile sperm, anyway! But, if she had anything to do about it, it was going to end in a matter of seconds. She had heard about women who did things like this, and she had read about the results. It was supposed to be one of the fastest ways to make a man cum! Well, she would set a record!
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . oh shit," Max raves as he tightened his fingers in her hair and held on for dear life. He felt her sudden sucking movements increase, and he thrust his massive shaft deep inside her warm throat, fucking in and out of her tightly ovaled lips, feeling the hotness of her saliva swirling around his sensitive cockhead as she used her stiffened tongue to probe at the tiny hole at the end. He stared, in surprise, down at her wildly sucking cheeks working in lewd movement, and he gasped, "Yes . . . now you're learning! Use your tongue . . . suck it hard!"
Margie heard his command and she began noisily sucking at his pulsating hardness, deeply shocked that it was already heating up inside her mouth. But at the same time, she was astonished to learn that her own masochistically triggered lust was flaming high, sending rippling thrills through her tingling vaginal passage. She could feel his soft swollen testicles pressing against her neck and chin, and she fought the urge to reach up and caress them, but that would be accepting his cruel behavior.
"Oh shit, yes! Your mouth is so good . . . suck it harder . . . faster . . . " Max groaned as her soft lips tightened convulsively with each thrust of his pulsating penis, sawing in and out of her moist warm mouth.
Suddenly, the young wife realized that she was willingly sucking this man's penis now, lost in a sea of her own rapture as she reveled in the feel of his hotly throbbing cock fucking her mouth. Unknowingly, she began moving her fingers upward until they were touching his sperm-swollen testicles, and, only when she felt the heat of his flesh, she jerked her hand away in shocked disbelief.
"Shit, yes! Play with my balls! Use your hands," Max moaned, his violent lust burning in his aching testicles.
Unable to stop herself, Margie did as he asked and lifted her hands again, caressing his warm softness, gently massaging the crinkled sacs protecting his tender balls. They caused shivers of desire to run rampant inside her pulsating vagina, and her eyes closed in ecstatic delight. Then, she began sucking with a force that caused Max's breath to rasp from his lust-hoarsened throat as she nibbled like a whore at his wetly glistening length. As her twisting tongue caressed the sensitive underside, she instinctively frictioned across the coronal ridge, her breath snorting from her nose. She could sense the older man's mounting lust, could feel the sudden burgeoning of his swollen cock head and his sperm-filled testicles, and she began sucking even more voraciously, drawing her teeth along the rubbery flesh, letting them nip gently into the thick resisting flesh as she bobbed her head up and down in a lewd sucking rhythm.
"You sure learn fast. . . that is if you were a virgin cocksucker," Max snorted, her wet little tongue twirled around and around his sensitive cockhead. Her lips were obscenely pulled out, exposing their tender pink undersides as he jerked outward then they pushed inward until the lips were invisible. In his growing hunger, he held her long blonde hair tightly entangled in his fingers and sadistically forced his massive cock deeper inside her tightened throat, pressing against her tonsils.
"Suck it, beautiful! Suck it hard," the gray-haired General rasped, feeling his heated sperm preparing to erupt from his painfully swollen balls.
Margie licked and sucked at his pistoning rod of hard flesh like a demonic spirit, her face a mask of unbelievable passion as her own need began to burn higher. She wanted to rub her vagina, but she could not force herself to reach down and openly caress herself. She massaged and teased at Max's tender testicles instead, her naked hips rising and falling in rhythm with her thrusting mouth. She had to make him cum soon and then he could satisfy her own unholy cravings. Yes! She wanted him to fuck her now.
She tasted the beginning of his dripping semen as it escaped the tiny slit at the end of his throbbing cock, and she anxiously sucked for his climax . . . feeling the spasming tendons in his thighs straining and his hands jerking her head faster and faster. He leaned forward and clamped his thighs against the side of her face, trapping her mouth where it was, and she struggled to break the choking hold as he shoved his exploding penis deep into her throat. She had not even thought about his cumming in her mouth and, now, her eyes widened in horrifying fear and she clawed at his hands trying to get away from the spewing cum.
"Oh goddamn shit. Hold still," the older man snorted. "I gotta cum or bust wide open! It's all for you . . . Sugar . . . I'm gonna fill your belly with cum! Aaaggghhhhhhh!"
Abruptly, Max's exploding cock filled her gulping mouth with hot waves of jetting sperm, his thick semen flowing down her throat, choking her with each geysering fountain of jism. Moaning and groaning with the force of his orgasm, he held her whitened face flat against his wildly pumping pelvis, his stiff pubic hairs covering her nose.
Her eyes wide and frightened, Margie gulped and gasped instinctively, consuming the tangy white liquid even though she gagged and spluttered. At first, she fought his painful hold on her hair, but as she sucked his emptying penis, she felt her own heated desire returning to her moistly tingling cunt, and she licked every drop of his cum from his depleted shaft. It was actually exciting to have a man's penis climax in your mouth! As soon as she had nibbled every drop of his liquid heat, she lifted her face from his sagging cock, .and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"I think you're a born cock-sucker," Max moaned weakly as he stared down at the young wife's blushing face. "Want me to fuck you now?"
"I . . . I . . . I . . . "
"Then ask me," the gray-haired General teased as he slid his trembling body downward until his face was pressing against her naked breasts and knelt between her widespread thighs. Then, he began sliding his softened cock back and forth through her already heated pussy. He sucked at her sensitive little nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, nibbling at them with his teeth, then sucking great gobs of her soft firm flesh up inside his saliva-wetted mouth. He could feel her nakedly writhing body beneath him as she moaned constantly, her warm moist cuntal slit lifting in a lewd eagerness upward against his still depleted shaft. Then, only seconds later, he felt the first imperceptible twinges as his virile cock began growing . . . growing . . . and growing until it was long and hard again.
"Oh God! Fuck me! I can't wait," Margie moaned, as her vaginal slit burned with anxious desire, hating herself for begging even as she said the words. "Fuck me . . . goddamn you, fuck me . . . you wanted to hear me asking for it, all right . . . I'm asking! Fill my cunt with your man-sized prick!"
"Yes ma'am! Just as soon as he's hard enough," Max chuckled. "You're the hottest little bitch I ever saw. One minute you're fighting me to stop, and the next you're begging me to give it to you! I'll never understand a woman's head!"
The young wife knew that her shamelessly aroused body had betrayed her and was now in control of her sensitivities. All she could think about was that hotly throbbing hole down there between her naked thighs. She did not care whose it was . . . she just wanted a big hard penis filling her painfully tingling vagina! she had to have release from the obscene hunger deep inside her trembling belly, even if it damned her for the rest of her life. Yes, all she wanted now was to be loved . . . by a man . . . any man! Even the shock of her lewd thoughts could not stop her from wanting to be fucked!
"You're just as much woman as I thought you would be," Max groaned as he rolled over beside her nakedly quivering body and lowered his hand down to her widespread thighs. Slowly, and teasingly, he massaged the soft inner flesh of her upper thighs before sliding his outstretched fingers upward. When the tips touched her already flowing pussy, he felt her cringe with obscene passion.
"Aaaggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh . . . yes," Margie moaned gutturally as she felt his fingers parting her sparsely curling pussy hair. "Oh yes . . . rub it . . . make me cum . . . "
"No! Not yef! I'm just getting you ready for me to fuck," the older man teased sadistically as he began sliding his outstretched middle finger back and forth through her heated cuntal slit. Then, he used the knuckle of his thumb to friction across her sensitive clitoral nub and was rewarded by her lurching response.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . " the lovely wife gasped, trying to cringe away from the unbearably sweet torture that throbbed through her widespread vagina. "Ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . "
"Feel good?" General Sullivan's face contorted with obscene lust and his long hard cock jerked with impatience.
"Aaaggggghhhhhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . but. . . but.. . I want you to fuck me . . . I must have a penis inside my vagina . . . it's burning up," Margie cried, her body responding convulsively, shivering with the ecstatic pleasure flooding through her vagina and sensitive breasts. She tried to reach down and force him up and over her quivering form, but he evaded her searching hands. Her exposed pussy mound was bouncing upwards as if searching for his satisfying cock, and she was weakened by the overwhelming arousal until all she could do was moan out her lewd hunger, trembling with the shame of her unwanted buildup. Almost immediately, she began wailing with uncontrollable passion as his finger moved down to her pulsing cuntal opening again and the tip plunged deep inside her tight little hole.
"Ooohhhhhhh . . . Max . . . please . . . I can't stand it," she blubbered.
The General heard her protests, but he ignored them for a moment, knowing that she was getting hotter and hotter. Soon she would be ready for him to fuck, and she would be so hot that she would cum immediately. Then, he could make her cum again and again! No one man would ever be able to take care of her as he would do tonight!
Margie was moaning continuously now as the unbearable jolts of sexual pleasure invaded her sex-crazed young body . . . her hips were a veritable blur of action as she began raising her vaginal mound upward to meet his outstretched finger, plunging it deep down inside her throbbing cunt. Her blonde hair flailed from side to side as she lifted her head to stare down at the salacious sight between her widespread thighs. She saw her obscenely writhing body and wanted to resist her own whorish passion, but her body had taken it out of her hands, now. She was a captive to her own emotions as well as the older man! Her traitorous vagina was boiling with lewd desire to be fucked and her raw nerve endings were on fire.
Her eyes suddenly slitted and gleamed with a wicked excitement. She had been forced into sucking her husband's commanding officer's sucking her husband's commanding officer's penis, but she had been the winner! She had loved it! And now, she wanted more! She would do what her husband asked, but he was the loser! She felt no guilt now as she tried to bury the General's outstretched middle finger deep inside her fevered vaginal slit, and she would happily put Max's pleasurable penis inside her pussy! Her inner cunt muscles tried to draw his hand closer to her fleshy ass-cheeks and tightened around his rapacious finger in an effort to hold it. It felt so good fucking in and out of her pussy, rubbing across her clitoral nub.
Unable to control his own heated passion, Max suddenly jerked his outstretched finger from her tightly clasping hole and lifted up over her naked body, kneeling between her widespread thighs. Then, he aimed the lust-swollen head of his massive cock at her eagerly gaping vaginal opening and with one savage thrust rammed his thick rigid penis deep up inside her belly.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh . . . " Margie wailed in lewd delight. "You're so big! So big and beautiful! So hard . . . but so good!"
She closed her eyes and almost passed into oblivion as the combination of pain and pleasure rippled through her widely stretched vaginal slit.
"Oh fuck," Max groaned, his lips pulled together in fine lines as he felt the tightness of together in fine lines as he felt the tightness of her cuntal sheath. "You are tight! So hot! Shit, woman! Where have you been all my life?"
Margie's eyes flickered several times and she moaned in guttural delight as her eyes trailed down her chest and flat white stomach again, coming to rest at the mammoth shaft which jutted out from her widespread pussy. It was the most obscenely exciting sight that she had ever seen. Then, she stared up at the General's face and the look of intense desire on his face was doubly exciting because it was evidence that he was feeling just as much pleasure as she was.
Max continued the slow thrusting motion, inch by inch, into her tightly clutching cunt. Up, up, further inside her belly, the pulsating cudgel of male flesh sank into her heated vaginal sheath until her pussy was stuffed to the ultimate. When he finally pushed it to the hilt, his rubbery cock head was pressed against her cervix, and he could even feel the beating of her heart through her life-building womb.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . so good . . . so fucking good . . . oh yes, Max, I love it! I love your penis," she gibbered, her hideously stretched vagina was like a second skin to his rod of thick flesh. The could feel every thick, corded, pulsating inch of his long hard shaft. "Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
"Oh shit! You're so tight that your fucking cunt is going to make me lose control if I'm not careful," Max rasped.
"Oh!" Margie gasped as he began sliding his long hard cock back and forth, fucking it in and out of her erotically tingling vaginal passage. He was big! And it hurt, a little . . . but in a kind of pleasurable way. But within seconds, her pussy had stretched and become coated with her own love-juices and adjusted to the monstrous thickness. "Ohhhh yes! Oh yes! Do it to me. Fuck hard . . . "
Trembling with the intensity of his desire, Max stared in awe at his thick, wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of her hair-lined little pink hole up between her legs. His right hand trembled as he reached down and caressed her soft golden pubic hair. His eyes wide and filled with deep passion, he moaned as his excitedly throbbing hardness thrust in and out of her heated cuntal flesh, "Oh shit, beautiful! It's so tight . . . so good . . . fucking good!"
The lovely blonde wife was moaning with unbearable excitement as she shoved her vaginal opening up against his impaling shaft and ground it around and around. Her low animal-like whimpers became unrecognizable and her ecstatic pleasure built up until she could not control it any longer.
"Oh God! Max . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she gasped unbelievably. "I can't help it! Aaaggghhhhhh! Aaaaeeeiiiiiiii!" She began writhing in abandonment as the orgasm wracked her body. Finally, the last zephyrs of her climax disappeared and the trembling young wife became aware that the General's penis was still hard.
"Did you . . . did you cum, too?" she asked timidly.
"Not yet. I'm going to make you cum a dozen times before I do," the older man grinned to himself as he stared down at her in complete satisfaction. It was working just the way he had planned it. She was responding like a bitch in heat and would fuck all night if he could just last.
"You will?" she asked incredulously. "But, Win always orgasms with me. I like to feel him climax with me."
"I can understand why he can't hold off. Your cunt is so hot even I could hardly keep from cumming."
"You feel good to me, too," she closed her eyes and sighed. "I feel like I'm floating on a soft white cloud."
But, her calmness suddenly disappeared as the tingling excitement built up inside her ecstatic cuntal sheath again. But, she was not surprised because she always climaxed again if Win kept his penis inside her vagina very long after she was satisfied the first time.
"I'm going to fuck you dog fashion this time," Max snorted excitedly as he pulled his pulsating penis from her hot tight pussy and began rolling her over on her face. "Hurry up!"
"What . . . how . . . what do you want me to do," she gasped, needing him to ease the throbbing inside her vagina. But instead of waiting for an answer, she looked back at him and saw his pleasure-giving penis pulsating above her nakedly sprawled buttocks. She lifted her ass-cheeks up in an effort to trap it inside her cock-hungry pussy again. When she stared at the salacious sight of her lewdly waving buttocks brushing against his anxiously jerking cock, the blonde housewife could not wait any longer. She had to have the General's long hard cock up inside her belly again. Unable to silence her lascivious guttural request, she moaned, "Put it in, Max! Put your penis in me before I die!"
"Okay . . . give me time," the older man chuckled, having slowed his hot demanding lust by the momentary delay. Then, unable to control his actions, he held his pulsating penis with his right hand and aimed it at her already widened cuntal hole. Instantly, with one slippery movement, he impaled her hot little pussy with the full length of his long hard cock.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . yessssssss . . . so good . . . " Margie wailed. "Oh God, Max! I love it! I love it!"
The Army General stared down at the young wife's nakedly curving buttocks with lust-slitted eyes, saw her still spasming cuntal lips nibbling at his thick hardness, and he groaned as he began fucking his wetly gleaming shaft in and out of her vaginal sheath, scraping against her clitoris on each inward stroke that went deep enough up into her belly to slam against her cervix.
Fighting to control his powerful lust, he used both thumbs to separate her ass-crevice, exposing the tiny little brown mouth of her rectum. Using the tip of his middle finger, he gently wiggled it through the wide-open crevice. Margie cringed and tensed her buttocks together as he probed at the puckering anus. Then, he thrust his hand forward, forcing the outstretched finger through her tightly defending anal muscle all the way up to the first knuckle.
"Oh! That hurts!" Margie gasped, staring back at the older man's impaling hand.
Max rolled his eyes around and groaned, "That's a real snapping turtle inside your ass." Then, unsmiling, he pushed down with all his strength and his finger slid through the hot spongy flesh of her rectum all the way past the second knuckle. Again, he pushed forward, finally burying it to the hilt. The flat of his palm was pressed against the bottom of her nakedly upturned buttocks with his outstretched middle finger impaling her virginal rectum, while his lust-rigid shaft was buried inside her tightly spasming vagina.
"Oh, no! That hurts, Max! Take it out," the young wife pleaded, her face red with shame and embarrassment. Momentarily, her sensible mind returned and took charge of her emotions. "I don't want you to do that! It's vulgar! It's perverted!"
"Who says so? I think it's the most exciting foreplay there is," he answered, grinding his finger around and around inside her tight anal passage. "Someday I'll fuck you there . . . you'll love it!"
Her ass muscles tightened and she groaned continuously as he scoured her rectum, using first one finger then two widening her tightly resisting rectum. Margie was still staring back at his thrusting fingers as he ravaged her backside, digging into her bowels with his fingernails. She had never felt so violated in her entire life! But, she had asked for it. She had waved her buttocks around like a common whore, asking to be assaulted. Then, she suddenly felt the pain subsiding as her anal muscles relaxed and stretched, releasing the pressure. At the same time, she could also feel his long hard cock thrusting in and out of her tingling vagina, driving her own lust to a vibrating high that blotted out all sensible rationalization. Moaning in helpless humiliation and discomfort, she could feel the obscene heat sparking back and forth from her pussy to her virginal rectum, setting her entire body on fire with the unwanted passion. She did not want to respond to his perverted caresses of her rectum, but she could not help herself.
Still, when she felt her nakedly quivering buttocks pushing backwards to meet his thrusting fingers, she felt as if she were committing a crime!
"Oh shit, beautiful! I'd sure like to stuff my prick up in that tight little asshole! It's so warm and soft," Max groaned, his stiffened finger plunging in and out of her puckering anus. "It's too much! I gotta fuck . . . cum . . . my balls are about to kill me!"
"Oh yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck my ass with your finger . . . fuck my cunt with your cock . . . shove it in . . . make me like it. . . yes . . . I do . . . I do," the young wife gurgled with insane delight as she let her betraying body take charge again. She rammed backwards against his impaling fingers, and then, bucked forward, taking every inch of his exciting penis deep up inside her throbbing pussy. "Aaaggghhh! More . . . harder . . . I'm cumming again . . . again . . . "
Then, unable to control himself any longer, Max jerked his fingers from her tightly clutching anus and gripped both her ass-cheeks with his hands, rhythmically forcing her hips back and forth with increased fervor. His runaway cock slammed inward into her gyrating young cunt, sawed outward in the age-old style of physical satisfaction. He could feel his balls heating up, and knew that the time for control had passed. He had to cum now or his cock would split wide open!
Margie was a mass of lewdly blubbering flesh now, her mind just a blur of what it once had been. She had already orgasmed for the third time, and her climax was becoming a steady explosion down there inside her spasming pussy. No beginning . . --. no end! Already she was just a part of the surrounding space in the bedroom as her mind separated from her body. She felt as if she were a witness to the obscenity. Suddenly, her mind shorted out, refusing to accept anymore of the sweet torture. Her nerve endings had already exploded until she was a shuddering, moaning, pleading mass of sensation-filled flesh.
"Oh shit! I'm dying! Look out, beautiful! Here it cums! I can't bear your fucking cunt another second," Max roared as he slammed his long hard cock deep inside her convulsing vagina and held it, spewing his heavy load of pent-up sperm deep inside her quivering belly, "aaaggghhhhhhh! Take it! Every drop of it!"
Margie felt his thick heated cum spraying against her vaginal walls and cervix and, momentarily she was unconscious to the trembling man kneeling behind her subserviently kneeling body. Her still spasming pussy clutched at his impaling cock as if gasping for breath. She shivered with unbearable ecstasy until his ejaculating penis was empty and soft. Then, she collapsed on the bed, bringing the General down on top of her, his deflated shaft still buried inside her sperm-filled vaginal sheath. Thus they lay for a long time before either one could move. Then, much later, Max lifted his spent body to lay beside the lovely blonde girl, falling into a deep sleep, his sticky cum streaming from Margie's still happily fluttering vagina.
The satiated young wife was unaware of the older man rising from the bed and leaving her house, nor was she aware of pulling the sheet up over her naked, cum-smeared body. She had been satisfied as she had never been before in her entire life, and she was dead to the world. It was morning before she could think sensibly again; trying to understand her shocking behavior with the General. Subconsciously, she was aware of the fact that she might never be happy with her husband again unless she could also be with Max! The magnetism she felt toward the General had to be more than just sex!
Now, she understood what Beth had been trying to tell her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hi! Can I come in?" Colonel Barnes asked when Margie answered the doorbell ring. He stared at his lovely wife as she stood in the doorway, still holding the doorknob in her hand. Her eyes were empty of emotion, and he could not read her thoughts as he continued, "I want to talk to you."
"It's your house, too. Come on in," she sighed as she turned and walked back to the living room. When the doorbell rang, she thought it was the General, and she had prepared a statement for him. But, when she saw her husband standing there like a repentant child, she was speechless.
"I don't really know what to say, but I sure got drunk last night," he stammered as he followed her into the living room and dropped down on the sofa as if his knees could not hold him. "I don't even remember where I slept."
"I bet," she said unforgiving. "That's easy to find out! Where did you wake up this morning?"
"I . . . I . . . it doesn't matter," he said nervously, averting his eyes. "It has nothing to do with you."
"You don't think, so?" she asked wearily, afraid of the unknown future that she had charted for herself last night. "Anything that concerns you, apparently affects me in one way or another."
"Will you forgive me? You've slept alone since our wedding," Win answered purposely, avoiding her eyes.
"No, you're wrong about that. I slept without you the night before that."
"I forgot."
"A lot has happened, Win. There are also some things that you don't know about," Margie did not want to feel guilty, but she did! She wanted to hurt him as he had hurt her! Damn him, she thought, Why can't I be as casual about commiting adultery as Beth?
"I know all I want to know."
"Yeah, I guess you do!" Margie yawned wearily, and sat down on the sofa beside him, staring into his handsome face.
With a tortured groan, her young husband took her in his arms, and said, "Baby! You know that I love you. I don't pretend to understand the damned Army, but I do what I have to do."
"It's easy for you, darling, but not for me."
"It was until I met you. You wouldn't believe what I have to do to get a promotion," he replied. "Do you have any idea what happens to a man if he's passed over the second time?"
"Yes! Max told me last night."
"What are you talking about?"
"Were you too drunk to remember sending him over to keep me company while you fucked his wife?" she asked angrily, then softened as she saw the shock on his face.
"I know that it had to happen, but I don't remember sending him to you last night."
"You don't have to act innocent around me anymore. I understand what I have to do if you are to succeed in your precious Army career," she snapped, then forced a weak smile on her face as she continued, "But, you don't have to worry, darling! I'll try to make you proud of me."
"I.. . I . . . " he stammered nervously, his eyes wide and staring. He did not remember what happened with Max last night, but whatever it was, it had turned out all right . . . for him anyway.
"I'll try to remember all the things you have taught me about sex, and use it to your advantage."
"Want to tell me about what happened?"
"Why not? You seem to like several women at the same time, but you never satisfied me like the General did last night," she said defiantly, not sure that she could hide her nervousness. "I liked him. Max is an accomplished lover!"
"When did you decide that?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I took your advice and let him sleep with me last night. He really knows how to fuck," she said as she drove the barb home.
The young Colonel's mouth gaped open and he was momentarily speechless. When he had completely comprehended what she was telling him, he asked, "Is he really better than your husband?"
"Maybe not, but definitely less inhibited," Margie dimpled innocently. "I had so many climaxes that I lost count . . . and Max only came once."
"I see . . . I didn't know that you were that knowledgeable," Win pouted. "I thought I was the best!"
"Maybe you are . . . with someone else," she said sadly.
"Love can be an inhibiting factor," the young husband said quietly, remembering the times he had been patient with her when he wanted to use her like a whore.
"I suppose it can."
"Did you ever stop to think that consideration for someone you love is not an inhibition? It doesn't mean that I couldn't treat you like a fucking-machine! It means that I don't want to!" Win knew that he was being ridiculous, but he could not stop himself. He was jealous and, at the same time, he did not want to care so much. He knew what his future involved and had always known! Now, he was acting like a teenager with his first love!
"I wish you'd make up your fucking mind what you want! You tell me to go to bed with Max, then you act like I committed a crime!" she snapped irritably.
"I.. . I . . . I'm aware of that," he sighed, then silently stared down at his hands.
Margie sat stiffly beside her husband on the couch, trying to understand what was happening to them, wanting to erase everything that had happened last night, but she knew that it was impossible. Wearily, she stood up, paused for a moment as if to speak, and then turned away as the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, Beth stepped in and hugged her. "Well, good morning, partner. Want to invite me for a swim?"
"Sure! Come in," the lovely blonde turned and led the older woman into the living room where her husband was still sitting on the sofa.
"Did I interrupt something?" the General's wife asked, pulling her canary yellow halter dress up over her head with one smooth motion. She tossed it aside to reveal the tiniest string bikini swim suit Margie had ever seen. In the back, her smooth rounded ass-cheeks were almost totally uncovered, and her groin was covered by a triangular patch of cloth that couldn't have been larger than three inches across. She stared at the obviously distraught young husband and the nervous wife. "I can come back later," she said. "I thought Win would be at the base."
Still lost in his thoughts, the young husband forced a smile to his face, then stared up at his commanding officer's wife, really seeing her for the first time. His eyes widened and he gasped, "Shit, woman! I was too tired! But, you've just rested me with that bikini you have on . . . or should I say don't have on!"
Win brightened as he stared at Beth's youthful body, almost naked, with two tiny strips of material covering the nipples of her breasts, and part of her vaginal mound. The crotch band was embedded in her pussy slit and he could see the pink flesh bulging around it. "Are you trying to get raped?"
"I wouldn't mind! Thinking of anyone in particular?"
"You stand in front of me like that, and I'll show you," Win snorted, his cock stirring restlessly as he thought about her experienced cunt. If only he could be as casual about sex as she was! He wondered if she had always been this way!
"How strange! Max just yawned when I walked out of the bathroom dressed like this," the lovely black-haired woman dimpled and glanced knowingly at Margie. "I think he was plumb tuckered out!"
The blushing blonde wife stared at Beth's face momentarily, then turned to her husband. She saw his accusing eyes, and she sniggered deep in her throat, unable to stop her snide remark. "More tired than you and Win?"
"You've become a real bitch, Margie," her husband said quietly. "I'm going to work."
"Are you coming home tonight, darling? Or shall I make other plans?"
Win turned to say something to her, but the words caught in his throat, and he paused before speaking, "I'll see you this evening. We have things to discuss."
"I can go if you want privacy." Beth shrugged.
"No . . . I have to get to the office. General Sullivan will be looking for me . . . again."
"I doubt it, Sweetie. He can't even get up," Beth giggled as she moved toward the handsome
Colonel and sensuously rubbed her almost naked vaginal mound against his uniform pants. "Let's all four have a party together tonight."
"Fine with me," Margie said. "How about you, darling?"
"Sure . . . whatever you say, but not tonight," he mumbled knowing that he should be happy with her congenial response. Then, he silently disappeared into the entrance hall and slammed the door behind him.
"What's wrong with the master?" Beth asked.
"He's got a pain in his conscience. Seems to be hurting him quite a bit this morning."
"Why? Ah! But you're kidding," Beth replied. "He's not the type. You should've seen him last night. He wasn't acting like he'd ever had a conscience."
"I think he had a shocking surprise since then."
"You mean Max?"
"Why, darling! What ever are you talking about?" Margie asked with feigned innocence as she moved toward the stairway that led up to the open-air bedroom. "I'll put on my swim suit."
"Don't be a prude, honey. I know what happened." Beth said as she followed the young girl up the stairs. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Max said you were absolutely great."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the young wife repeated. "Excuse me while I step in the dressing room and put on my swim suit. Be back in a sec."
"Why are you ashamed of your body, Margie? Christ, if I had your figure, I'd show it off to everyone," the older woman responded. "Go ahead! Put your suit on right here. I don't mind."
"I'll be back!" the young blonde said with disapproval as she closed the dressing room door firmly behind her.
Beth's eyes smiled teasingly and called through the closed door, "Did you like Max?"
Silently, Margie stood in front of the full-length mirror inside the dressing room, ignoring her friend's question, and stared at her naked form as she removed the last piece of her clothing. In her mind, she could still hear the General exclaiming over her lush young body, and he really dug her breasts! Probably because Beth's were small.. . compared to hers. Strange that a woman a man married was never happy. Win craved Beth's child-like body and he was married to a voluptuous blonde. She was learning fast that you never took a man for granted. She heard her friend's voice coming from the bedroom, but she kept silent as she tried to clear her mind of her tortured thoughts. She would have to watch herself, or she would spill everything to Beth, and that would reveal how much she had enjoyed Max's lovemaking. If she did that, she would be admitting that she was no better than her conniving husband!
"Honey, can't you hear me?" the older woman asked as she suddenly opened the dressing room door and popped her head inside. She stared at Margie's naked body. "I asked you if you liked Max."
"What are you talking about?" the young girl asked, her mouth gaping in surprise, trying to cover herself with her hands. "I don't like people watching me dress."
"So what? I've seen my own body, and if you've seen one, you've seen them all," Beth said quietly, staring at the blonde's voluptuous nakedness. Her fleshy up-thrust breasts were firm and shapely, and her tiny curving waist was accented by her flaring hips. Her skin was as soft and shining as silk, and the color of ivory. The older woman's eyes slitted with excitement as she let her gaze fall to Margie's golden mound of curling pubic hair, and she gasped uncaringly, "Honey! You're absolutely beautiful! No wonder my husband couldn't stop talking about you. I'm afraid he's getting hung up over you."
"Beth . . . please . . . I don't want to talk about it," Margie stammered. "Now, will you leave and let me get my suit on?"
"Go ahead . . . let me watch you. Please?"
"Why?"
"I enjoy women as much as I do men," the General's wife moaned quietly. "Looking at you really turns me on."
"Oh God, Beth! Do you know what you're saying?" the young blonde asked, nervously holding her hands in front of her vaginal mound.
"Sure! I know!" Beth's eyes gleamed with anxious excitement and she could hardly keep from touching the young girl's heavy up-thrust mounds of soft flesh.
"Beth! Are you saying you're a lesbian?"
"No! Of course not, silly! But, I am bi-sexual!"
"What's that?" Margie asked innocently, still standing in front of the older woman, completely naked. And strangely enough, the conversation was beginning to make her own vagina moisten with an unwanted, forbidden excitement.
"I like men and women both!"
"You make love with women?"
"Sure! Haven't you ever tried it? Not even when you were in school?"
"No! Never!"
"Then you must have gone to public school. I went to a very exclusive girl's boarding school, and we slept together all the time."
"You slept with a girl. . . that way . . . like with a man?"
"Yes . . . all the time," Beth's voice was hoarse with her built-up emotions, and with a low groan of hunger, she stepped across the dressing room to the lovely blonde girl and spontaneously caressed her warm trembling breasts.
"No . . . don't touch me . . . get out of here . . . leave me alone! You are a lesbian! Get out! Get out!" Margie screamed as she backed the full length of the wall to the mirror.
"All right. . . I'll go," Beth said quietly as she reached out and momentarily caressed the young wife's blonde pussy curls, and let her outstretched middle finger teasingly slide up through the heated vaginal slit. Then, her eyes slitted with lust and she added, "I'll go, honey, but one day you'll understand how I feel."
"Never! I'm not a lesbian . . . and I never will be. Get out of my house!" the young wife raged as she stared with widened fear-filled eyes. When she saw the older woman leave the dressing room and close the door behind her, Margie was trembling with a combination of impotent rage and an alien excitement. Still, she stood without moving for a few minutes, afraid that Beth would return and trap her in the dressing room . . . even force herself upon her.
In a state of shock, she heard the Cadillac start and drive away from the driveway in front of their house. She was so disturbed that she could hardly breathe as she dropped down on the floor beside the full-length mirror and closed her eyes. What is happening to me? My whole world is falling apart! Not only do I commit adultery with my husband's commanding officer and love it but I am propositioned by his wife! My best friend is a lesbian! And dear God, worse than that, I was excited by it! When Beth touched me down there, I wanted to moan with delight. . . wanted more! More of her warm caressing hand! But, how could I? I like men! I don't like women . . . that way! I must be wrong about my reaction! I could not possibly want another woman to make love to me!
And then, curiously, Margie let her own hand trail down over her naked vagina as she calmed her beating heart. She felt the moistening heat of her most intimate flesh, and she moaned as she let her outstretched finger slide through her hair-fringed cuntal slit, raking across her already erected clitoris.
Immediately, ashamed of her perverted thoughts, she forced herself to stand up and ignore the burning excitement that had been started by the petite brunette's lewdly caressing hand. Quickly she dressed in her swim suit. Her body still burning with a fevered sexual desire, she hurried down the stairs and out the back door to the patio. Then, angrily, she dove into the swimming pool and swam back and forth until she was physcially exhausted . . . but the fire-filled cavity up between her legs still pulsated with an unholy desire . . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
Margie had gone through three days of mental torture wanting to see Max again, but refusing to make the first move. She was embarrassed about her whorish response to the older man's love-making, but she could not get him off her mind. She wanted to be with him again and prove that her desire was a figment of her imagination . . . or real!
Win had been especially attentive to her, satisfying the craving inside her belly, but, even then, she pretended that it was the General who was on top of her. She could not understand it and she fought the memories, but she instinctively knew that she would have to see the older man again. She had not seen Beth for three days, and she was glad that she did not have to face her.
She thought a lot about the older woman, and had discussed bi-sexual activity with her husband. He had explained it to her and now she understood how a person could enjoy both sexes. After all, a hand was a hand, a mouth a mouth, and if anything, a woman could be a lot more gentle than a man. And yet, she had no desire to be physically loved by a woman!
She had decided that she would call Beth this morning and ask forgiveness for her rudeness, but the older woman had called her before Win left for the base and invited them for cocktails tonight. She had suggested that they have dinner at the Officer's club afterwards, and she had accepted as if nothing had happened between them. She simply could not find the courage to mention the incident in her dressing room.
Now, as she and her husband stood at the door of the Sullivan's massive home, she trembled with anxious excitement. She was not too sure that she could manage this first meeting with the General and his wife after her lewd responses. She drank two martinis before they left home, but she was just as nervous as before.
"Hello, you two, come in!" Beth said as she opened the door.
"Hello, you gorgeous bitch," Win chortled, as he stared at the lewdly dressed woman.
"Hi," Margie said as she choked back a gasp of shock. Beth was dressed in the most revealing hostess gown that she had ever seen. Her eyes were glued to the older woman's sheer black dress as she kissed Win. The vee-neck plunged so low that it revealed her belly button, and it fastened around the neck like a halter. It barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her breasts and her shoulders exposed. The back was so low-cut that Margie could see the beginning of her ass-crevice below the lacy fabric. When Beth turned to greet her, she saw that the skirt had a slit in front, all the way up to her vaginal mound. Her curling black pubic hair was actually exposed when she spread her legs. It was the most obscene sight that the young wife had ever been exposed to, and it disturbed her in a rather strange manner that caused her heart to begin beating rapidly.
"You look lovely," the General's wife said.
"Wowee," Win gasped and whistled as he saw the front of the older woman's dress. "I like it! When do we take it off . . . what there is left of it!"
"What are you talking about, sweetie," Beth dimpled and blinked her eyes at the handsome Colonel. Then, she reached down and lifted her skirt to walk, exposing her pussy slit, and seductively crooned, "Come with me and we'll get started."
Beth led the Colonel and his wife through the entrance hall and down a short flight of stairs, swaying her buttocks lewdly as she paraded in front of the young man.
Margie followed the older woman, her eyes slitted with embarrassment, until they entered the huge party room. It had white marble floors that made it easy for dancing, and there was a circular bar in the middle of the room. Overstuffed chairs circled the wall around the room, and the chandelier was made of a fine crystal. Quickly, trying not to show her embarrassment or nervousness, the young wife moved to the bar and sat down on a stool, staring up at her husband and Beth standing just inside the door.
Win had his arm around the General's wife's shoulders and his hand was inside the black lace dress, caressing her naked flesh. A moment later, the couple moved to the other side of the bar and sat down on a stool with Beth sitting between his widespread thighs. Margie was determined to ignore them, so she sat quietly listening to the soft dreamy music coming from the piped-in stereo system. A few minutes later, unable to ignore her husband's lewd caresses any longer, she nervously asked, "Where is Max?"
"Here I am, beautiful," she heard the older man's voice as he came through the door. "Did you miss me?"
"I . . . Hello, Max," she smiled intentionally, still avoiding the sight of her husband's rapacious hands moving over Beth's body. As the General moved closer to her, she forgot all about them and studied the older man's outfit. He was wearing a white, one-piece jumpsuit that opened down the front. There were no buttons on it and it was only fasted at the waist with a tightly clenched belt. The stretch material clung to his muscular body as though it had been glued on. Margie was speechless as she stared down at his bulging crotch. It looked like he had a banana stuffed inside his pants. She tried to pull her eyes away, but her gaze was glued to the outline of his penis pressing against the material of his tightly fitting jumpsuit.
Momentarily, Max Sullivan grinned down at the young wife's widened eyes, and whispered, "Do you like what you see?"
"I. . . I'm sorry . . . I . . . You . . . we . . . you look very nice," she stammered, her face beet-red.
"Thank you. You're lovely, as usual," Max said as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips, then before she could pull away, he stepped away and moved behind the bar. "What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll have a martini," she said calmly, mentally fighting with herself to keep her eyes from dropping to his groin again.
"I'll have the same, sweetheart," Beth echoed.
"Me too," Win repeated. "Makes it easy for you, Max. How are you tonight?"
"Just great, Colonel! Just great!"
"Lieutenant Colonel."
"Still Colonel! How does it sound to you?"
"I love it! How long before I can be promoted to full Colonel?" Win asked, grinning at the General with a knowing look.
"I can probably work it after three years." Max chuckled, "In a bit of a hurry, aren't you, boy?"
"No! I just wondered if it wouldn't be easier since I'm married to Margie," he chortled teasingly. "She's a fast worker."
"Don't be in such a rush to become General," the older man said shaking his head, "The work load is very mental . . . tremendous pressure! The tension can give you a heart attack."
"Is that what they call it? Tension?" Beth asked seriously, then dimpled as she added, "And I thought it was called fucking!"
Margie had been listening to the conversation between her husband and the General, knowing that there was an undercurrent of meaning, but silently she watched the older man mix the martinis and set one in front of each of them. Unable to stay silent any longer, she found herself saying, "You're impossible! All three of you!"
"Why?" Win asked, a momentary frown of anger moving across his face.
"You know what I mean. You're so proud of your sexual prowess. Even you, Beth! Is that all you ever think about?"
"Relax, Sugar!" Max soothed. "Let's be friends tonight. A toast to friendship!"
All four lifted their glasses and waited for the General to continue.
"Here's to the new Colonel and his bride!"
"Here's to the General and his broad," Win chuckled.
"Here's to peace between us," Beth held her glass toward the young blonde and then they all sipped their dry martini, smiling in comradeship . . . all except Margie!
"Come on, honey," Beth soothed. "Can't we be friends again?"
"Yes! I guess you're right! Who am I to judge another person's actions. Peace!" Margie said grudgingly. She was outnumbered and might as well relax and enjoy it.
"Let's dance, Beth." Win said as he stood up and pulled the lovely black-haired woman against his muscular chest, swaying to the music.
Together they moved to the middle of the room, keeping time to the music, their bodies glued together as one, with Win's arms circling the older woman's shoulders and locked behind her. He pulled Beth's lewdly dressed body against him, full length, his already bulging penis rubbing against her vaginal mound. The clinging warmth of her sensuous little body drove him to an even higher state of lust. He would show his fucking wife that he was not jealous! But never . . . never would he admit that he had made love to Beth before. No, let her think what she liked, but he would not confess.
"What are you thinking about, my sweet one?" Beth asked seductively as she ran her extended tongue around inside his ear. "Must be me!"
"Yeah," the young man whispered as he let his thoughts return to the youthful dark-haired woman he was holding in his arms.
Beth giggled when she felt his erection lurching in anxious hardness, pulsating against her vaginal slit, with only his pants between them. She was already tingling with lewd excitement, and she wanted to fuck! She would soon have Win down on the floor right in front of his up-tight, snotty wife! She had been insulted for the last time by the ice-cold bitch, and one day she would get even with her! Yes, when that day came, she would eat the stupid blonde's pussy until Margie begged her for forgiveness!
The older woman grinned lewdly to herself as she buried her face in the younger man's neck, unable to control the giggles that tinkled deep inside her throat.
"Did I do something funny."
"No! I've had one martini too many," Beth lied as she stared across the room at her husband leaning over the bar, speaking animatedly to Margie.
"Why don't you dance, Margie. Max is not a bad partner if you know how to waltz," she called and then proceeded to ignore them. Having gotten their attention, she kissed Win on the mouth and seductively ground her pussy against his already erected penis.
"We'll show them, beautiful," Max chuckled as he moved around the bar and took the young girl's trembling hand. "Anybody can wiggle their ass."
Margie let him pull her away from the bar, then swayed in time to the music, her head against the older man's shoulder. She had been trying to think of something to say and was relieved when Beth suggested that they dance. Now, she wasn't so sure! She felt Max's strong gentle arms around her shoulders, and she could barely breathe as he kissed her ear, then let his lips slide downward until they were pressing against the sensitive flesh just below her ear.
Moving his mouth upward, Max whispered, "Did you like the other night? Do you think I'm a good lover?"
"I . . . yes . . . you were . . . I . . . you do something to me," she stammered, blushing. Her breath had become loud and labored and she could feel her vaginal slit tingling with unwanted excitement.
"When can we do it .again?" he asked sensually.
"I . . . I don't know."
"How about tonight?"
"No! Not with Win here!"
"Why not? He has Beth."
"I don't want him to know."
"I thought he already knew."
"No! I never told him."
"I see," Max grinned to himself, knowing that the young Colonel and he had discussed it for an hour the very next day.
"Can't we get together when he's at the base," she asked hesitantly. "That way, he wouldn't know about it."
"I don't know! Secrets have a way of causing more trouble than if you told the truth in the first place."
"I . . . sometimes . . . but . . . " Margie stammered, trying to stem her terrible discomfort. Suddenly, he swung her around and she was facing her husband and the older woman who were lewdly dancing together. She saw Beth grinding her vaginal mound against Win's obvious erection, and there was a look of sublime enjoyment on his face. His right hand was inside the front of her revealing hostess dress and his lips were clenched, his eyes closed, and his every movement was familiarly sexual.
She thought that she had seen everything until Beth brazenly stopped and, spreading her legs wide apart, she separated the slit in her skirt, giving him access to her naked vagina. Then, in utter disbelief, she saw her husband's thick rigid penis sticking out from the opening in the front of his pants, and her eyes widened in shock as she saw him shove his long hard cock up inside the widespread dress slit. Oh God! How could he? He was making love to Beth right there standing up on the dance floor! Stunned by the lewdly pumping bodies, she slowly eased Max around until she could not see the obscenity on the dance floor.
When Max was facing the dancing couple, his voice erupted in a guttural groan, "Shit! Did you see what I'm looking at? That's why she bought that dress! She wanted to make it easier to get fucked!"
Margie ignored his lewd words, faking innocence.
"Look at it! He's fucking my wife!"
Margie refused to look at the lewdly dancing couple, but the General spun her around until she was facing them again. Win was staring over his shoulder with a leering grin on his face, standing sideways with Beth pressed tightly against his pelvis, his hands cupping her fleshy buttocks underneath the revealing dress. Margie tried to look away but her husband's words stopped her.
"Like what you see, baby?" he asked, thrusting his painfully throbbing cock in and out of the older woman's heated cunt.
"Win! How can you be so vulgar? Don't you have any class at all?" The distraught young blonde gasped, her eyes blinded with tears. "I want to go home."
"You're not going," he snapped, his eyes suddenly wild. "You're going to stay right here in this room and watch me fuck Beth. Then, you're going to fuck the General right here. It's all been planned."
"Max?" she asked in disbelief.
"Don't listen to him, beautiful! He's too busy screwing to think sensibly," Max glared at the younger man.
"You just try .to leave and I'll slap the shit out of you," the young husband rasped angrily. "Now shut your mouth and leave me alone."
Then, Margie saw her husband unfasten the tiny straps to the older woman's dress and quickly slide the lacy material down over her boyish hips, stepping away from her and letting it drop to the white marble floor of the party room. Beth stood in front of him staring down at his long hard cock sticking out of his pants opening as if caught in a photograph.
"Now, you, sweetie!" Beth said as she came to life and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his naked chest.
Margie was not surprised to see that he had not worn an undershirt, but when the older woman removed his trousers and he was completely naked, she was shocked that he had not worn shorts. All the time, the rotten son of a bitch had prepared himself for this one moment! Now, she knew that he also was responsible for them all being here. He alone had planned her disgrace because she had enjoyed Max's love-making. She had innocently told him that the older man was the better lover, and now she knew that it had hurt him far more than he had admitted.
He wanted her to fuck around for his benefit, but he wanted her to hate it. He wanted her to love him and him alone, and allow him to screw any woman he chose. He was a a contradiction to himself? Well, he could forget it! She was going to continue to enjoy Max, and she could tell him about it, too!
She stared at the naked couple writhing together on the dance floor, and she moaned as her face masked with rage. She hated her husband for doing this to her, but she hated herself even more. Her own vagina had become hot and pulsing with lewd desire when she saw his hardened shaft sticking out of his trousers and now, she was a quivering mass of lustful flesh. She'd show the bastard that there was no such thing as a double standard! She'd teach him a thing or two! She would fuck Max until she drove him crazy!
"You're trembling and cold!" Max said, knowing full well that she was excited, as well as being embarrassed by the lewdness being performed by her husband. "Want me to make you warm?"
"Yes . . . make me hot . . . show my husband that we can do the same thing," the irate blonde snapped as she lifted her face and presented her wetly parted lips for his kiss.
Max smiled in triumph as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding in and out between her separated teeth. He heard her moan with desire and he quickly slid both hands down to the waist of her cocktail suit, moving them beneath the elastic waistband until the tips of his fingers touched the top of her bikini panties. Grinning to himself, he realized that she was the only one here who had worn underclothing. She probably even had a brassiere on! Thank God she didn't have those fucking panty-hose on. Now, if she had worn a garter belt it would be different! They excited him!
Without giving her a chance to resist, he cupped her fleshy buttocks and kneaded them for a second. He felt her flesh quivering beneath his palms, and it encouraged him to go further. Seductively then, he held her ass-cheeks with one hand while he moved the other around to the front, and slid his hand beneath her bikini panties. With his outstretched middle finger, he slowly inserted it into the wetly seeping slit of her pussy, never missing a dance step. His mouth was still glued to her frantically kissing lips, and he held her buttocks in a tight grasp as he slipped his finger into her trembling cuntal flesh. It almost drove him out of control as he felt the hotly throbbing flesh of her cuntal lips close down and begin rippling around his finger. Suddenly he groaned and he shoved his middle finger deep up inside the liquid heat of her tight young pussy.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned deep inside her throat as she felt his finger slipping deep up inside her hotly flowing vagina. Uncaringly, she thrust her loins out to meet the invading digit. Momentarily, she was trapped with her uncontrollable lust, but then she realized what she was doing, and she pushed the General away from her shamelessly aroused body, her eyes wide and accusing as she gasped, "No! Don't do that!"
"Me? You asked me to do it! I didn't force you," Max said quietly. "Come on, Margie. Let's have some fun. We don't want to fight about it. Look at Win and Beth. They don't care that we're here . . . can see them!"
"They're disgusting! Sex is a private thing . . . for me," the young wife gasped as she turned and caught sight of her naked husband standing in the middle of the room with Beth's long slender legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her naked buttocks pumping up and down as she rode his long hard cock. Win was holding her around the buttocks with both hands, and their lips were glued together in a passionate kiss while they writhed together in obscene fucking movements.
"Oh shit, I'm going to have another martini," the General snorted as he stepped away from her and moved to the bar. "Come on. You might as well drink . . . you don't want to do anything else."
Margie's eyes were still glued to her nakedly fucking husband standing in the middle of the floor, and she had never seen anything so lust-provoking. She could actually see Beth's fur-rimmed pink vagina riding up and down on his glistening penis. Quickly, she turned away from the obscenity and rushed to the bar, her own cuntal slit becoming wet and soppy. The aroused young wife sat down on a stool and dropped her gaze to the martini shaker in Max's hands. Her entire body was trembling with a combination of embarrassment for her husband and her own hungry need, and Max was wrong! She did want him to love her!
The older man stared down at the top of her bowed head as he handed her a double martini, and a slight grin cocked his mouth. The hot little bitch was fighting it, but she would lose! He would be the winner! And she would be even hotter after watching her husband shoving his prick in and out of Beth's voracious cunt. He could tell that she was already hot and quivery! He would wait! Hell, he had been patient before and it had paid off!
"Is the drink okay?" he asked quietly as he saw her gulping the fiery liquid.
"Yes . . . I needed it," she mumbled, her hand shaking as she set the glass down on the bar.
"Would you look at them now! That husband of yours is fucking like a snorting bull. Seems to me like you'd want to get even with him. I'm not gonna let Beth get away with it!" Max said as he pointed at the lewdly embracing couple, inciting her to angry passion.
"I . . . I don't know," Margie stammered as she turned to stare at her husband again. When she saw his hands moving over every part of the older woman's sensually bouncing ass-cheeks, she grabbed her martini glass and gulped every drop of it. Then, when she turned again, unable to control her rage, she saw her young husband reach down and spread Beth's ass-crevice, insert his outstretched middle finger, and shove forward. Her mouth gaped in utter disbelief as his entire finger disappeared up inside the older woman's rectum. "Oh my God! He's crazy!"
The lovely blonde felt faint, and she clung to the bar counter to keep from falling off the stool. Her heart was beating so fast that she could hardly breathe, and she trembled with shock. Without thinking about what she was doing, she reached across the top of the bar and picked up the martini shaker and filled her glass again. As soon as she picked up the glass of ice cold alcohol, she brought it up to her lips and drank until the glass was empty.
"Slow down, beautiful!" Max chuckled. "I don't want you to pass out."
"I'm fine," Margie choked, and felt her head begin spinning, this time, from the effects of the alcohol. My God, she thought. Max is right! It's hitting me like a ton of bricks! I feel sick!
"You can't drink martinis that fast! They're lethal," the General crooned as he swiveled the bar stool around, and put his left arm around her shoulders to hold her steady.
"Whewwwwww . . . you can say that again," the young wife giggled as her eyes caught sight of her husband again. "Look at the dirty bastard," she slurred drunkenly. "If he thinks I'm going to sit here and let him make an ass of me, he's got another think coming . . . "
"That's the spirit! The first time I saw Beth doing that, I got so drunk I couldn't do anything," he lied. "I'm glad you're not going to do that."
"You did?"
"Uh-huh! I was too shocked to do anything else, but I didn't have someone to tell me about things like that." The old man was convincing!
"I appreciate your help, Max. You are very kind to me." Margie felt tears of self pity gathering in her eyes, and her head was going round and round. "I won't drink anymore and you can do anything you want to, now. I want you to love me."
The General stared down at the young girl's trusting face and he knew he had won! She was all his, now!
CHAPTER NINE
"You won't be sorry, Sugar!" Max groaned, staring down at the lovely blonde seated on the bar stool beside him.
"I . . . I . . . "
"I'll make you feel so good that you'll know that's the right thing to do."
"Then do it," Margie moaned, her eyes staring at her lewdly fucking husband and the General's wife screwing each other standing up on the dance floor.
Max was ready for her willing cooperation, but he was not prepared for her next actions as she reached down and took the elastic waistband of her evening pajama pants in both her hands and slid them down over her curving buttocks, lifting up off the stool just enough to remove them from her hips. She let them drop to the floor beside the bar stool, and seductively rolled her white bikini panties down over her pouting mound of Venus. Impatiently, she wiggled her naked ass-cheeks until the silky fabric slithered carelessly to the floor on top of her rumpled evening pajama pants.
Immediately, she spread her long slender thighs wide apart, and moaned, "Fuck me, Max! Fuck me right here so he can see."
"All right! Now, you're talking," the older man chortled as he stood up and began removing his jumpsuit, his eyes glued to the pink succulent flesh of her golden-shrouded cunt.
Margie stared up at him, her lovely features etched with hungry passion as he untied the belt of his white jumpsuit. He pushed it back over his shoulders and down his arms until he was naked to the waist. Then, her excited gaze fell to his bulging erection outlined in the stretch material, and her eyes slitted with lewd passion.
Max was delighted with her sudden interest, and he deliberately took his time in sliding the tight material down over his slender hips and letting it fall to the floor, tangled around his feet. He stood in front of her for a moment, naked as a Greek god, his long hard cock throbbing against his belly like a second heart. He grinned as he heard a soft moan of delight escaping the young wife's throat, and he could hardly keep from immediately shoving his pulsating shaft up inside her hot little cunt.
"Do you like my prick?" he asked, controlling his anxiousness as he reached down and took his long hard cock in one hand while he used the other to slide the foreskin back, revealing the angry red head. "He likes you."
"I.. . Yes . . . I like you too! You made me feel so good . . . the other night," Margie stammered, her widespread thighs still exposing her entire vaginal slit, but she was incapable of covering herself. She could feel the trembling urgency building up inside her pulsing cuntal passage, and she could hardly wait for him to fill her belly with his thick virile penis.
Quickly, Max moved up between her widespread thighs, his saliva filled mouth dropped to her lips, and he groaned as he sucked her probing tongue inside his own mouth and kissed her passionately. Then, he lifted his face and said, "I want to take your shirt off."
"Yes . . . yes . . . please make me naked . . . I want you to love me . . . hurry," she moaned, fumbling at the tiny buttons down the front.
Grinning at her naive vernacular, Max quickly took charge and unbuttoned the front of her evening shirt, sliding the silken material down her trembling arms and letting it fall to the floor beside her pants. With a low groan, he pulled her forward against his naked chest to unhook the back of her brassiere. She surprised him by bowing her head and sucking his tiny nipple into her warm moist mouth as she impatiently quivered beneath his touch. He let his hand slide around her naked back, teasingly brush across her naked breasts as he removed the lacy wisp of material, and then he pushed her back across the bar top until she was unbalanced and could not move. Without hesitation, he leaned over her nakedly trapped body and his lips moved downward toward the firmly ripened mounds of her proud young breasts. He cupped his hands beneath her fleshy buttocks, and ovaled his hungry mouth around her already erected nipples, moving from one to the other, sucking her velvety flesh with fervent lust. Encouraged by her loud passionate moans, he hungrily sucked her quivering mound into his mouth, kneading her naked ass-cheeks pressing his painfully hardened cock against her widespread vaginal slit. He could feel her hot little cunt vibrating against his shaft, and he could barely control his hot demanding lust.
Slowly then, he began lowering himself downward, letting his tongue slide down over her flat little belly, leaving a wet trail of passion.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . aaaggghhhhhh . . . " Margie moaned as she lifted her pussy upward, needing to be impaled on his massively hardened penis. "Ohhhhhhh! Don't make me wait. Please!"
Unable to wait any longer, Max quickly slid his watering mouth down to her golden pubic mound, and leaned over her arched body until his face was poised directly over her pink cuntal slit. Then, he groaned, "Beautiful! Your pussy is beautiful! Oh fuck! It smells like sweet perfume!"
"Aaagggghhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh the young wife moaned in unbearable passion as she felt his heated breath blowing over her flowing vagina. Impatiently, she placed her high heels behind the rung of the bar stool and balanced herself, lifting her widespread pussy upward, anxiously reaching for his lips. She wanted him to kiss her down there like Win had done that one time!
"Oh shit," Max groaned, his long hard cock jerking in obscene lust. "I never saw such a tasty pussy before. Like ripe fruit! I gotta eat you, sugar! Now!"
Reluctantly, he pulled his gaze away from the young wife's shamelessly exposed vagina and used both hands to slide her naked thighs around his neck. Her delicious vaginal slit was a contrast of enflamed pink flesh and golden pussy hair. Spontaneously, his tongue lurched forward, penetrating her tight little cuntal hole.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . noooooooo! . . . shouldn't fuck me . . . yes, yes . . . go on . . . fuck me . . . with your mouth . . . " Margie whimpered, her naked body trapped on top of the bar, her throbbing pussy impaled on his torturing tongue. "Aaaggghhhhhhh. Sooooo goooooddddddd!"
General Sullivan could smell the warm tantalizing aroma of her cunt as he licked out with his long stiffened tongue again and again, tasting the forbidden honey of her pussy. His own lust was throbbing through his massively thickened cock, and he groaned as he plunged his probing tongue ever deeper inside her quivering vaginal flesh.
The vibrating young wife gurgled with delighted pleasure, but, then, she gasped in stunned disbelief as he licked from her clitoris to her anus, the tip of his pointed tongue probing at her puckering rectal hole. Oh God! That was perverted! So wrong! But she loved it! It felt as if he were tracing a path of fire along the entire plane of her vaginal area as her aroused young cunt lifted upward to meet his voracious tongue. Her hotly flowing vagina felt as if it were growing, growing, growing until she was one big mass of pulsating flesh with only one purpose in life . . . orgasm! Her alcohol-dulled mind accepted his obscene caresses and she wanted more of his pleasurable tongue! Yes, she had to have more . . . until she climaxed in a burst of fireworks right here on the bar stool in front of her own husband and Max's wife.
Max lapped at her cunt like a thirsty puppy, nibbling at her rubbery little clitoral nub, sucking her soft fleshy vaginal lips up inside his mouth as he fucked his rigid tongue deep inside her heated pussy.
"Ohhhhhh . . . Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh . . . more . . . yes . . . harder . . . " Margie gurgled as she slammed her hair-lined cuntal slit against his face, grinding her perfumed pussy into his devouring mouth.
Max heard her lewd encouragement and he lifted his head and snorted, "See, I knew you'd love it!"
"Oh God, yes, Max! Fuck me all night! All day! All night," she chanted as he felt his stiffened tongue slithering back and forth through her throbbing vaginal slit, spearing deep into her ultra-sensitive flesh. Quickly and efficiently, the older man tongue-fucked the young wife's tight little hole, teasing at her erected clitoris until she wailed, "Oh God! I can't stand it! You're driving me crazy! I can't bear it any longer! Make me cum . . . please make me cum!"
She was wailing continuously now, unable to fight the jolting sensations that arced through her salaciously bucking body. Faint and stunned by the impact of his hotly teasing mouth, Margie struggled for control as she lifted herself up, holding the edge of the bar with both hands to balance herself. Then, moaning and swinging her head from side to side, she quivered all over in ecstatic delight as she stared down at Beth's husband slavering at her naked pussy.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . " she wailed, but the gurgling sound died in her throat as her eyes finally focused on her husband's lust-contorted face. He was standing beside General Sullivan, still naked, still fucking Beth Sullivan, as the petite brunette had her long slender legs locked around his waist, and his hands were beneath her nakedly pumping buttocks, holding her cunt in place against his thick rigid prick. The utter salaciousness of what was transpiring her husband staring down at his commanding officer on his hands and knees before her, his gray-haired head bobbing up and down between her lewdly spread thighs triggered her lust to an all-time high. Her body quivered with intensified hunger and she responded to the lewdness with guttural delight.
Abruptly, her reverie was broken as Win looked into his wife's shamelessly slitted eyes and snarled, "Goddamnit, bitch! You really dig that, don't you?"
Max's face was etched with his own lustful need and he lowered his left hand down to his painfully throbbing cock and massaged it while using his long flicking tongue to build her up to an explosion point. Her entire vaginal area began shamelessly grinding against his face, and she ground her hair-rimmed pussy up against his wet licking tongue, knowing that she was close to cumming. The General sensed her sudden anxiousness, and he slowly, teasingly, slid his thick stiff tongue upward through her juicy cuntal slit until he was nibbling at her clitoris. Ignoring her naked husband and his own wife standing beside him, he held her wildly bouncing cunt tight against his mouth and used his nose to nibble at her hardened little clitoral nub. Then, without warning, he jerked his ravaging tongue from her heated cunt, and began lowering her fleshy buttocks down on his lap.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop," she gasped, her widespread vagina lurching against the tip of his long hard cock as if searching for his pleasure-giving tongue.
"Goddamnit, sugar. I gotta fuck you or my cock is going to break off," the General rasped as he moved backward from her tightly clutching thighs and lifted the moaning young wife up until he was holding her beneath the arms. Quickly, then, he lay down, his back against the cool marble floor, his long hard cock sticking straight up as he pulled her down on top of him.
"Wha . . . are you doing?"
"Put it in, beautiful! Put it in your wet little pussy and be boss," he urged as he sat her down on his upstanding penis.
"Yes . . . give it to me . . . I'm burning up . . . give me your wonderful penis!"
With a loud moan of anxious passion, the lovely blonde girl quickly knelt over the older man's nakedly posed body and lowered her fire-filled cunt down on his thick swollen hardness. She felt his hotly pulsating penis sliding deep up inside her vibrating vaginal sheath and gurgled with insane delight. Oh God, it felt so good! Then, she dropped her lips to his and kissed him passionately, violently responding to his throbbing hardness.
"Oh goddammit, sugar!" Max groaned in obscene pleasure. Quickly, he began thrusting his long hard cock up and down through her slippery cuntal flesh, moving it fast and deep, scraping against her cervix with his blood-swollen cockhead. "Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!"
"Jesus Christ!" Colonel Win Barnes exploded as he stared down at his wife, her fleshy breasts jiggling up and down in complete wantonness against his commanding officer's chest as she rode his wetly glistening cock.
"I thought you said she was tight-assed," Beth grinned. "Looks to me like she's a fucking machine! Look at her go!"
Margie ignored her husband and the older woman now, her mind completely absorbed with the growing bubble of ecstasy inside her tingling belly. She could feel Max's massive hardness fucking in and out of her pussy, frictioning across her sensitive clitoris on the inward stroke, and her runaway passion built up to an uncontrollable hunger.
"Aaaggghhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . yes . . . so good . . . harder . . . more . . . more . . . " she panted as she lowered her breasts to his mouth and felt him suck her nipple up inside his mouth, nibbling at it as though it was a piece of hard candy.
"Ummmmmmm . . . " the General moaned as he kissed the quivering mounds of her breasts and sucked the succulent flesh up into his watering mouth. As she groaned her lewd encouragement, he started caressing her naked ass-cheeks with both hands, causing the aroused young wife to bounce up and down on his rod of hardened male flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . aaahhhhhhhh . . . fuck me! Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . " she wailed, all thought of her husband and this man's wife erased from her mind, even though they stood fucking in an upright standing position less than three feet away.
But her husband had not forgotten about her. His throbbing cock stroked back and forth, in and out of the General's wife's widely gaping pussy as his hands clutched her naked hips while he balanced her over his thrusting hardness. His legs were trembling with uncontrollable weariness, and his arms were aching with the burden of holding the older woman over his pulsating penis. His sperm-filled balls ached with an anxious excitement, and he wanted to cum . . . wanted to fill the black-haired woman's cunt with his virile young semen, but he could not do that! Not yet, anyway! He had to prove to his bitch of a wife that he could satisfy Beth and still have his erection left for her! Yes, Goddamnit! He would prove to her that General Sullivan was not a better man than he was!
Suddenly, his eyes slitted in thought as he saw Margie's gaping ass-crevice with her tiny brown anal opening puckering like a fish's mouth. Abruptly, he knew what he was going to do! He would give the filthy bitch something she would remember the rest of her fucking life.
He was going to fuck her in the asshole! By God, he would teach her to put him down! Make him feel inferior, would she? With that purpose in mind, Win began fucking the older woman with jack-hammering strokes. He had to put his mind on other things and make her cum . . . and do it soon, or he would be the one who orgasmed! His sperm-bloated balls throbbed with the heavy load, and a cold sweat popped out on his forehead as he tried to control his powerful lust.
Abruptly his need for revenge made him lose interest in the General's wife. He began fucking automatically, slamming into her with the force of a ramrod. And, best of all, he knew how to make Beth cum right away. She really dug ass fucking, even with a finger! A finger shoved up her ass always brought her to climax immediately! Quickly then, he extended the middle finger of his right hand and positioned it at her tightly puckering rectum. With one savage thrust, he buried his outstretched finger deep up inside her hot spongy anal depths.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Owwwwwwoooooooo! Goddamnit, you son of a bitch! That hurt," Beth wailed. Almost immediately, however, her eyes glazed over and she began to buck convulsively, grinding her dark-haired cunt against his thick impaling cock while she wiggled her anal passage down hard against his penetrating finger. "Aaaggghhhhhhh! Oh shit, fuck me hard! I'm cumming! You bastard . . . I'm cumming!"
A grin of triumph split the younger man's face and he chortled, "You know how you love it! You like to be hurt!"
"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh," Beth moaned as she spasmed against his weakly standing body, almost unbalancing him as her anal muscles clutched at his finger with her convulsing rectum. He was right! She did love it! She had always suspected that she had a clitoris in her anus! "Ohhhhhhh . . . you're wonderful, Sweetie! Just wonderful!"
On the floor beside them, Margie heard Beth's loud wails of satisfaction, and she turned to stare at the lurching woman. Her husband seemed to stumble back against the bar and stand still while the General's wife pumped her vagina up and down on his thick upstanding shaft. She could see his teeth clenched together and his eyes closed as if fighting his own orgasm while Beth wailed out her climax. But, the young wife's interest in her husband vanished immediately as she felt her own passion trembling through her nakedly kneeling body.
"Ohhhh yessssss! Max!" Margie began wailing. "Fuck me with your man-sized cock! Give me your long hard penis! Fuck me!" She wanted nothing more than to be fucked to death by the older man's pleasure-giving shaft! God, how she loved it! She had missed so much by being a chaste woman, and now she could not get enough of it.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh! Your pussy is biting the head off my cock," Max snorted as he bent his knees, and lifted his nakedly thrusting buttocks up off the marble floor, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet and ground his pulsating penis deep inside her gyrating little cunt, slamming into her cervix again and again, trying to rip through her uterus into her belly, slashing through her pulsing vagina like a knife through butter as she wailed out her pleasure beneath him!
Margie felt so good that she wanted the fucking to go on and on forever. Her cuntal muscles lovingly locked in around and caressed his cockhead, feeling his thickness, nibbling at it on each inward stroke, and she rode his virile shaft like a bucking horse.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh! Hold it, sugar! You're going to make me cum! You're so tight! So hot! Give me a chance," the older man groaned. His eyes closed, his eyelids fluttered with deep emotion, and he held his throbbing cock motionless, deep inside her hot little pussy as he fought for control.
"Don't stop! Fuck harder!" the young blonde wailed, the potent alcohol destroying all sensible thought. She refused to hold still, squirming in wanton eagerness against his powerful loins, trying to break his hold on her kneeling thighs.
"Oh shit, your goddamned cunt . . . the fucking best . . . yes . . . too good . . . " the gray-haired General rasped as he felt her tightly clutching cuntal walls nibbling at his cock when he slammed upward. Jesus! He was being devoured by her hungrily grinding pussy.
Margie's naked young body was completely out of control with a mindless passion, and it was building up to an even higher degree as she thrust her vaginal slit down hard against the older man's violently thrusting cock. She undulated her nakedly kneeling hips in a rhythm that matched that of the knowledgeable army officer, and rocked back and forth, scraping her clitoral nub against his thick rigid shaft.
"Just the right position for a whore," she vaguely heard the voice of her husband, and turned to ask what he was talking about. But the look on his lust-contorted face stilled her voice! Win was standing behind her upraised buttocks, holding his moistly gleaming penis in his hand like a cudgel.
"What're you going to do?" the General's wife sighed, her naked body lewdly draped over the edge of the bar, a curious expression on her face. "Why didn't you cum?"
"I need it for my wife! she's acting like a bitch-dog in heat. I thought I'd treat her like one," the young husband snarled as he dropped down on his knees behind Margie's nakedly pumping buttocks.
"Go away! Don't touch me," Margie whined as she struck out at her angry husband, then added, "I'm about to cum . . . leave me alone . . . go away!"
"The hell I will! Max is fucking your cunt . . . he doesn't need your asshole. Do you, General?"
"Shit, no! Use any hole you can find empty," Max chortled obscenely. "Might be fun at that . . . I like sandwiches."
"Yeah! Fuck her ass, Colonel. . . teach her a good lesson," Beth brightened, sitting up straight on the stool, her strength slowly returning.
"Please, Win! No! Don't do that! You'll hurt me," Margie moaned, her throbbing vagina still wantonly thrusting up and down over Max's thick pulsating penis. Her hungry need had not lessened, but her alcohol-dimmed mind was still alert enough to know that her virginal rectum was too small for her husband's massive cock.
"Fuck you! The way you're bouncing your ass around, there's enough for everyone . . . including Beth!" the young husband chuckled, rubbing his painfully throbbing penis.
"Hold it a second until I get ready for you," Max said as he reached down and pulled the young blonde's thighs wider apart. Then he used both arms to hold her around the small of back, holding her completely motionless.
"No . . . don't, Max . . . don't do that. . . let me up," she pleaded. She saw Beth, her feet wide-apart and exposing her cum-oozing vagina, standing beside the General's head, staring down at them with a lewd, expectant expression. She turned her pleading eyes up toward the older woman and said, "Beth . . . make them stop! I'm sorry if I made you feel badly! Please help me!"
"Why? I like to see a woman get fucked in the ass! It really turns me on," the older woman said lewdly, her hand caressing her own dripping cuntal slit.
The young husband stared down at his wife's naked body glued to the General's muscular form, her curvaceous ass-cheeks waving helplessly in the air. If anyone was ever ripe for a sodomizing, she was. Quickly, he reached out and used his thumbs to peel apart her cowering ass-cheeks and expose her tightly puckering anal opening. He could also see her wide-stretched vagina circled around his commanding officer's glistening cock as it fucked in and out of her pink flesh. Momentarily, he watched in obscene fascination as her hair-lined pussy moved up and down like a well Oiled sheath on the thick, blue-veined penis. Then, unable to control his emotions any longer, he reached down and took his own pulsating hardness in his hand and aimed the bulbous head at her tiny little rectum.
"Oh God! Leave me alone, darling! Don't do this to me," Margie moaned with anxious fear, swinging her head from side to side.
"Goddamnit, Colonel, your wife has the hottest little pussy I ever felt! It's pinching off my cockhead! She must have ball-jointed action inside her belly." Max snorted as he felt his own lust building to an all time high. The mere thought of the younger man fucking her anus while he fucked her cunt was too exciting for words!
"Hold her while I get going," Win groaned as he rubbed the swollen tip of his penis back and forth across her defenselessly puckering rectum.
"Don't worry! I've got her right where we want her," Max chortled as he tightened his arms around Margie's naked back, squashing her melon-like breasts between their still thrusting bodies.
Margie swung her head around and looked at her merciless husband kneeling behind her upraised buttocks. His lust-etched face was frightening! His eyes were slitted and his mouth was hanging lax as he stared down at her backside. She felt him grab her naked buttocks in a sadistic grip that forced all thought of passion from her brain, and then he brutally widened her anal crevices, splitting her sensitive flesh while his cockhead beat against her nakedly trembling bottom.
"Darling . . . please don't do that. . . I'll let you fuck me when Max finishes . . . please . . . it'll be nicer that way," she pleaded.
"Fuck you? Your goddamned right! I'll fuck your asshole and then your cunt . . . and maybe your mouth in between!" The angry young army officer growled,, "Now that I think about it, you've never sucked my cock, you tight-assed bitch!"
"That's a joke," Beth suddenly mumbled.
"Yeah! It is that! At least, now!" Win chortled as he lowered his mouth and spit a gob of saliva down on her brown-starred little anal ring.
"No . . . please . . . Winnnnnnn . . . " Margie wailed as her husband used his outstretched finger to spread the slippery saliva over his ass-crevice. "That'll hurt! You're too big!"
"Hold still and let me stretch it. Then, it won't hurt."
"It will! I know it will," she pleaded, writhing against the older man's restricting hold.
"It may be uncomfortable, honey, but it won't kill you," Beth grinned down at the struggling blonde. "I know! I like anal intercourse." She rolled her eyes obscenely "How I love it!"
"I won't! Let me go," Margie moaned, knowing that she was helpless. Her husband had gone mad and wanted to torture her!
"If you're gonna fuck her in the ass, then get started, for Christ's sake," Max snorted. "Her goddamn cunt is pinching the head off my prick."
"Okay, you bastard!" The young Colonel snarled as he sadistically pushed his outstretched middle finger against her tightly puckering rectum, trying to penetrate her virginal hole.
"Please . . . nooooooo . . . ohhhhh . . . " Margie gasped as she tried to jerk away from the probing finger, and tightening her sphincter muscle at the same time.
"Hold her, goddammit!" Win snorted.
"All right! Stop your piddling around and shove your finger up in her asshole!"
"It's awful small," Win groaned as he made a fist of his hand with the middle finger sticking straight out, stiff and pointed. Then, leering down at his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks, he ran his finger through the slippery cuntal moisture that had gathered around her widely stretched pussy. Then, he momentarily caressed her moistened vaginal lips, toying with her clitoral nub, and was rewarded with her urgent moans as her naked vagina bounced with obscene desire.
"Oh yes! Do that.. . play with my cunt. . . it feels good."
Margie moaned, trying to turn around so that she could watch her husband, but she could only turn her head a little bit, restricted by the General's tightly gripping arms. The shock of the possibility of being sodomized suddenly lessened as a wave of masochistic desire flowed through her captive body. Strangely enough, she felt an alien pleasure inside her puckering rectum that confused her sensible brain. Suddenly, she wanted him to shove his long hard cock up inside her forbidden bowels and a strange urge to be hurt trembled though her humbly kneeling body.
But still, she cringed away from Win's outstretched probing finger as he returned it to her virginal anal hole. A sudden flexing of the older man's long hard cock thrust deep inside her vaginal sheath caused her to moan with the pleasurable sensations spreading outward from her impaled cunt. Then feel tingled through her pulsing cunt as the General began a steady rhythm from below, fucking in and out of her excited belly. Momentarily, the rapture blotted out all thought of being hurt as Win began stabbing at her anus with his outstretched finger. The desire to satisfy the unholy craving inside her throbbing vagina became the only important thought in her mind.
"Will you look at that little bitch fuck," Beth gasped in awe, still standing naked beside her husband's head, her feet planted wide apart with her gaping vagina posed above the young blonde's head.
Margie stared up at the older woman, and she gasped with lewd shock as she saw Beth's outstretched fingers rapidly sliding through her widespread cuntal slit. But more than anything else, she was more surprised at her own emotions. It was exciting to see a woman's vagina up this close. Pink, puffy, shining with its internal secretions, surrounded by a thick profusion of black pussy hair. The salacious image of the older woman standing with widespread legs only heightened her own lust and, unthinking, she shoved her naked ass-cheeks back against her husband's stiffened finger.
"Ohhhhhh . . . nooooooo . . . " she moaned, suddenly brought back to reality . . . painful reality of his finger digging into her rectal flesh.
"Goddamnit," Max snorted as he felt her hotly clutching pussy spasm against his pulsating penis. His lust grew even hotter from the rippling tightness inside her vaginal sheath. "Hurry up!"
Win pressed his finger forward against her tiny hole and felt the unrelenting pressure of her sphincter muscle tighten in protest against the sodomizing impalement. Sadistically then, he shoved downward with his outstretched finger, and felt the tightly resisting ring give way as the tip of his middle finger penetrated her anal opening up to the first knuckle. Slowly he wormed his digit into her hot forbidden flesh and felt the rubbery lining ripple in pain around the invasion. The naked young wife howled with sudden discomfort and tightened her anal muscles in a futile attempt to force his invading finger from her tortured bowels.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh no . . . take it out," she moaned, but her struggles only forced it deeper up inside her rectal passage.
"Hold still.. . goddammit, hold still," Win snorted, sadistically slamming his palm forward, burying his outstretched finger to the hilt up inside her heated hole.
"Ohhhhh . . . that hurts . . . Please, darling . . . don't . . . it hurts," Margie pleaded, her tightly defending anus impaled on her husband's finger. She clenched and unclenched her buttocks muscles, trying to expel it, but all she id was press downward against Max's long hard cock, exciting her erected clitoris even more. She felt the rigid shaft wedged against her hard little nub and shivered with the intensity of the obscene lust emanating from her nerve endings down there between her kneeling thighs.
Then, as her tightly quivering rectum adjusted to her husband's outstretched finger, she felt a new height of ecstatic pleasure flowing from her cock-filled cunt as Win's rigid finger fucked in and out of her anal passage with only a thin membrane separating the two.
The older man was gazing up at the young Colonel's lustful face and he grinned companionably. Then, he stared down at the sodomizing finger as it fucked in and out of the kneeling girl's rectum; Win's palm was slapping against her cringing ass-cheeks on each inward stroke. The salacious spectacle of the curvaceous blonde sandwiched between the two men, bouncing around like a trapped fly, was lust provoking, and it caused his throbbing cock to lurch erratically as he stroked in and out of her hotly moistened pussy.
Margie looked down into the General's sex-glazed eyes and she groaned as her husband scoured her virginal rectum using first one finger, and then inserting a second digit, then a third, stretching and widening her tightly resisting anal passage as he readied it for his sadistic penis. The horrible discomfort had disappeared and the only sensation she felt now was a fullness that seemed to bulge inside her, giving her the feeling that she was being given an enema. Masochistically and with a cry of urgent need, she shoved backward against his thrusting fingers, stretching her tiny orifice even wider.
Then, unable to wait any longer, Win jerked his fingers from his wife's rectum with a lewd slurping sound and edged up between her wildly split thighs. He grinned vacantly as he guided the bulbous head of his pulsating penis toward her wildly puckering anus and rammed his hips forward. His eyes glazed with salacious excitement when his swollen cockhead touched the tight little hole and the fearfully quivering anal ring stretched . . . stretched . . . and popped open to allow the thickened tip of his cock to slide just inside the spongy entrance of her bowels.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh no . . . Darling . . . please don't . . . it's killing me . . . pleaseeeeeee . . . " Margie wailed in agony as his rigid cock speared through her virginal flesh and inched its agonizing way up inside her cringing rectum from behind. Torturously and without pity, the young husband thrust, inch by inch, up through the dark forbidden depths of her bowels. "Max . . . Beth . . . help me. Make him stop! Oh God, don't let him hurt me any more." The last was a scream!
But neither the General nor his black-haired wife were capable of helping the sandwiched girl, even if they had wanted to! They were both hypnotized by the salacious scene in front of their eyes. Beth could see the tightly quivering anal hole being stretched by Win's massively hardened rod of flesh as it penetrated the tiny orifice and inexorably disappeared inside her rectal opening, and Max was fighting to control his painful lust as her vaginal muscles gripped his cock.
The young husband's lust-twisted face had a strange expression of sadistic pleasure as his moaning wife jerked beneath his onslaught. Still, he strained and slowly forced his painfully wedged penis deep inside her warm rubbery sheath all the way to the hilt, stretching her sphincter muscle until it seemed that she would split wide open. Her frantic protests only made it more difficult and painful for her with each painful defensive movement, her husband's long thick cock skewered deeper up inside her ravished belly.
"Aaagggghhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . stoppppppp! Don't kill me . . . let me go . . . oh my God, I'm dying!" Margie's piteous cries were ignored by her cruel husband and his sadistic sodomizing thrusts increased in answer to her anxious writhing. She felt her tightly resisting rectal muscles give up the fight and release their grip completely, unable to stop the monstrous penetration. When she could feel his testicles pressing against her naked ass-cheeks, she knew that her final subjugation had been completed.
"Ohhhhhhhh God! I can't stand it . . . it hurts too much . . . " she groaned, wishing that she could pass out and rid her backside of the agonizing pain!
"Jesus Christ! It's so tight that I can't move," Win groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You should see it! It's digesting my cock!"
"You should feel her cunt! Her goddamned muscles are so tight that it feels like a vise is in there screwing tighter and tighter." The gray-haired General snorted, panting to control his powerful lust.
Margie lay face down against Max's chest, sandwiched between him and her husband behind her, faint with the cruel pain and humiliation, and powerless to do anything about it. She had trapped Max's pulsating penis deep up inside her cuntal cavity, and her husband was pinning her against the General with his skewering cock. She had never felt so dirty . . . so perverted in her whole life, and yet, somewhere deep inside her masochistic mind, she could sense some alien change beginning to take place inside her violated body. A wild, tortured excitement that began trembling through her nakedly trapped loins with waves of pain-pleasure jolting through her wantonly kneeling body.
Now, the General and the Colonel, gazed over the top of the young blonde's body, grinning in lewd satisfaction. Gradually, as they grew accustomed to each other's rhythm, both
Army officers began thrusting with long hard strokes into her defenseless rectum and her wildly convulsing vagina as she wailed in protest to the painful double-fucking.
As they slammed into her nakedly quivering body, converging on her twin orifices at the same time, buffeting her with sadistic excitement, their wetly glistening cocks sawing against each other with only a thin membrane separating her tingling pussy from her tortured anus.
"Oh fuck, Colonel," Max groaned, his lust burning to a fever pitch that threatened to explode his penis like a dynamite bomb. "My balls are killing me!"
"I know . . . so are mine," Win gasped, sadistically ramming his pulsating hardness in and out of his wife's forever stretched rectum.
"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . " Margie panted as the desperate fucking of her vagina and rectal orifice continued. The physical hurt had gone now that her natural secretions from the dark interior of her bowels began flowing, easing the tightness of her virginal anus, but the mental hurt was the hardest to accept!
Gradually, the submissively kneeling blonde sensed the strange sexual stimulation increasing and spreading outward from her impaled loins. Instinctively, she recognized the stimulation for what it was and was shocked at her excitement. She was being subjugated, sodomized by her husband like a common whore while his commanding officer fucked her burning cunt, and she was actually moaning as the delightful sensations began pulsing through her captive body, blotting out all sensible thoughts.
But even worse was the fact that she had begun moving in, time with the two men, punching out her impaled rectum, reaching for her husband's thickened shaft as she undulated her hips to increase the pressure. As the erotic pleasure washed over her responding body, Margie knew that she had lost the battle, but now she wanted nothing more than to be fucked by her husband's sodomizing penis, wanted to be brought to climax this way. She knew Max's long hard cock frictioning back and forth across her sensitive clitoral nub, slamming in and out of her vaginal sheath, would cause her to cum this way.
"Goddamnit, Max! Look at her ass wiggle! Look," the young husband gloated as he stared down at his wife's salaciously jerking anus nibbling at his painfully throbbing cock.
"I am . . . but you should feel her pussy! It's got teeth! Its biting the head off my prick," the older man snorted, his hips lifting upward to fuck his thickened shaft in and out of her tightly sucking cunt.
"Yes. . . yes . . . look . . . look at it, you bastards!" Margie wailed as she lifted up and stared around at her husband. She could see her naked bottom squirming in complete abandonment as she struggled to bury his rod of vibrating flesh up inside her hungering belly. Win's long hard shaft disappeared up between her fleshy ass-cheeks, and then appeared, again and again, as he withdrew from her heated depths. The obscene sodomy was so lust-provoking that she shivered with renewed passion and wiggled her naked buttocks back against his hairy belly. "Oh yes . . . look at it.. . fuck me . . . shove it in my asshole . . . fuck my cunt . . . split me wide open!"
"My God! I don't believe it," Beth gasped, her mouth wide and panting as she squatted down in front of the young wife's face. "You're really something, honey! Really hell fire! You do love it. You do!"
Margie turned and saw the older woman's gaping pussy and tried to control the unbelievable excitement that flooded her loins, but she was caught up in an obscene storm of newly discovered passion while the two pistoning shafts slammed in and out of her cunt and rectum at the same time. She was trapped between the two male bodies and she was wild! She loved it.. . wanted them to fuck her now . . . . . wanted them to cum at the same time . . . flood her once shameless body with their virile semen . . . give her more of their perverted love-making . . . teach her to be as immoral as they were! Yes, even teach her to like lesbian love if it felt anything like this!
She screamed out encouragement to her perspiring young husband and the older man, staring with lust-slitted eyes at Beth squatting in front of her who was rubbing her widely gaping pussy with her own hands. God! It was so salacious that she felt like she was in another world . . . watching other people performing!
With a hungry moan, Margie dropped her mouth down to the General's lips, and kissed him with deep passion, her tongue licking in and out of his mouth, probing at his tongue with anxious swipes.
"Goddamnit, don't give her anything," Beth panted as she reached out with both hands and lifted the young blonde's head up until she was facing her. "I need something!"
Shivering with uncontrollable lust, the older woman crawled up to her husband's head and immediately straddled his face, poising her hotly flowing vagina over his saliva moistened lips. Then she sat down on his mouth and began rotating her naked hips with a runaway hunger that almost suffocated him as he began fucking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . lick my cunt . . . eat my pussy . . . " Beth moaned in gurgling delight as she bounced up and down on Max's long stiffened tongue, her right hand still rubbing her enormous clitoris. "Aaaggghhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . that's it . . . I love it . . . "
Margie balanced herself on her hands and stared down at the obscene vision of the older woman's widespread pussy only inches in front of her face. She could see the General's pink wet tongue flickering in and out of his wife's vaginal hole, and she gurgled with lewd enjoyment at the lascivious sight.
Suddenly without giving her a chance to protest, Beth leaned over and kissed the young girl on the lips and stroked her golden hair. The older woman really wanted to punish the lovely blonde for rejecting her, but at the same time, she wanted to love her. Then, with a low groan of animal-like hunger, she forced her probing tongue deep inside the young wife's throat and sucked her wedge of oral flesh inside her own mouth, her lips pressed tightly against Margie's wetly parted lips.
"Aaaggghhhhhh . . . uhhhhhhhhhh . . . " Win snorted as he felt his wife's tight rectal muscles tighten around the head of his painfully throbbing cock. "Fuck, damn you! Fuck! I'm about to cum."
And then, the lovely blonde felt the tingling sensations quicken deep in the hidden recesses of her vaginal and anal passages, and the tearing, nerve-shorting ecstasy exploded within her as their naked bodies writhed together. Oh God! She had never felt anything so soft as Beth's mouth! As she tasted the sweetness of the older woman's lips, her hand lowered to Beth's swaying breasts and she gasped with a strange excitement.
"Shit, Beth," Win snarled. "Leave her alone, you fucking lessie! Let her fuck!"
The kneeling blonde gurgled incoherently as she balanced herself between the black-haired woman and the two men. She had never felt such pleasure in her whole life! Her buttocks were jerking spasmodically against her husband's long hard cock sodomizing her from behind while the General's thick impaling penis skewered her vagina from below. Margie was headed for the end . . . and explosion that would only be the beginning for her.
"Goddamnit, I can't stand it much longer," Max snorted as he lifted his wife's naked bottom up from his mouth. Then, as he fucked in and out of Margie's tight cunt, his pulsating shaft hard and demanding, his cum-swollen balls throbbing with aching discomfort, he licked his tongue back and forth through Beth's widespread cunt in rhythm to his thrusting penis. He nibbled at her extended clitoris causing her to gurgle with frantic delight. He had to cum soon, and he was not waiting for anyone else!
"Yes . . . yes . . . " the blonde wife moaned continuously now, lost in an exploding rapture as she reveled in her husband's rhythmic strokes, back and forth, deep inside her forever stretched anus while Max sawed in and out of her vibrating pussy. She could hear the quartet of loud gasping pleasure as Max increased his steady thrusts, speeding up in wanton anxiousness with Beth's vagina still glued to his mouth.
Suddenly, she knew that the no longer innocent young wife had reached the peak of unbearable passion, and she jerked away from the older woman, her head flailing from side to side as she wailed, "Oh shit . . . Help me! Aaaggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh . . . Aaaeeeiiiiiiiiiii. . . . I'm cumming! I am . . . Aaaggghhhhhh! I'm cummmmiinnnnnngggggggg!"
"Oh fuck," Win grunted as if he were in pain, her tightly spasming rectal muscles choking his throbbing cock.
Frantically, Margie jerked between the thrusting male shafts as her tightly spasming vagina opened up around the older man's pulsating penis pounding into her from below. Warm spurts of her vaginal secretions oozed out around his pistoning shaft as his thick heavy cock thrust faster, digging deeper up into her convulsing belly. In spite of her pleasure, she tightened her cuntal lips around his burgeoning cockhead, knowing it was bringing him more joy.
"Oh shit! You're squeezing my prick right off at my goddamned balls! Aaarrgggghhhhhhh . . . you want it. . . you got it! Oh fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" General Sullivan choked as spasms of her orgasming cunt clutched his wildly ejaculating cock, blinding him with unbearable ecstasy, and he could hold it no longer. The tremendous pressure of his spewing cum exploded high up inside her womb and flooded back out of her convulsing cavity. His mouth closed over his wife's heatedly moistened pussy flesh again as she ground her cunt down against his lips.
Margie's breath came in short desperate gulps as she felt the hotly flowing semen spraying against her cervix, and she was able to tighten her anal muscles around her husband's long hard cock and held it as she felt the second climax hit her wildly vibrating vagina.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh . . . oh shit . . . " Win stammered as his wife's tightly grasping sphincter muscle inside her ravaged rectum convulsed around his pumping cock. "I'm going to cum . . . cum . . . do you hear me . . . I'm gonna cum!"
. He snarled like a wild animal and bared his teeth as his contorting body bent double in a spasming position. He held his convulsing shaft deep inside her warm dark bowels, and his sperm erupted from his spasming cockhead. He filled her stretched anal passage to overflowing with his thick white cum, and it seeped out around his rigid shaft, spurting from her nibbling anal cavity. His eyes were glued to the lewdness as his weakened body trembled with the force of his orgasm.
Sitting on her husband's stilled tongue, the older woman wailed out her unsatisfied hunger, "Shit, you prick, you aren't helping me! You're only thinking about yourself!"
"Fuck off . . . " the General sighed, his muscular body stilled from the unbelievable climax that had rippled through the full length of his long thick cock.
"Help me, honey!" Beth pleaded as she lifted her throbbing vagina up to the young girl's mouth. "Show me that you love me, too!"
Margie stared at the older woman's obscenely offered pussy, and willingly bent forward to place her lips on the hair-lined flesh.
"Aaaggghhhhh . . . yes . . . keep your mouth on my cunt," Beth gasped as she tangled her fingers in Margie's long blonde hair and held the young girl's face against her hotly flowing cunt. "Use your tongue.. . lick it! Stick it inside my pussy!"
Almost immediately, the young wife felt another climax hit her almost unconscious body as she lurched and tossed between the two men with Beth's honey-filled pussy grinding against her tongue. Without warning, she felt her husband's softened penis pulling from her forever-stretched rectum, and she mumbled against Beth's heated cuntal flesh, unable and unwilling to escape the older woman's hands.
Max's twitching cock was still buried up inside her tightly gripping vaginal muscles while he groaned, his face contorting with extreme excitement as he saw the young girl's face bury itself in his wife's pussy slit. Seconds later, his flaccid penis began erecting again, and he stared up at his wife's naked buttocks quivering before his widened eyes.
"Oh shit, you fucking bitch," the General snorted as he lifted his right hand and aimed his outstretched finger at his wife's exposed anal opening. "Someone ought to fuck your ass right now! You are a lezzie bitch!"
"Owwwww . . . " Beth groaned as she felt her husband's outstretched middle finger spearing into her tightly defending rectal muscle. "That hurts!"
"Get your ass out of here! Margie and I are gonna fuck some more! We don't want any help from anyone!" Max snarled, sadistically shoving his outstretched finger in and out of his wife's puckering rectum.
Margie was barely aware of Beth as she collapsed on the floor beside them. The lovely young blonde was in suspended animation. Subconsciously, she knew that it was all wrong, but at the moment, she did not want to think about it. There was no time for rationalization as she began riding the General's upstanding penis again. Would she ever get enough sex? Oh God! It was so good!
Barely conscious, the young wife bounced up and down on Max's thick thrusting cock, her mind a veritable blur of salacious passion.
The gray-haired man and the young blonde held each other's nakedly pumping body, moving together in animal-like passion until they both exploded in yet another climax. They were both oblivious to the naked man and woman sitting at the bar quietly drinking Scotch while staring almost fearfully at their salaciously fucking mates.
Much later, Margie stirred and realized that she was still lying on top of the General's collapsed body. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been reborn, and yet, almost immediately she felt a deep regret at her lack of shame. No longer was she a virtuous wife, but she had only her husband to blame for that. At the same time, however, she did have Win to thank for her transformation!
